#dumblr get your finger out!

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How else to mark the Fourth of July than with bots ...

Are you comfortable with having your sorry spamming ass permabanned from Dumblr, you bumnugget?

Add that clown to your blocklists folks.

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Yep - have been getting plagued with '... started following' notices from users which upon investigate are nothing but an empty Dumblr with a 'Good Time That's Had By All' avatar piccy.

All we can do is block 'em as they appear - oh, and growl at Dumblr for allowing this fiasco to continue.

So ...I guess the bots are back in force again oh yay 🙄 Also what in the HECK is Zoro and why is it permanently linked on my dashboard??? I can't find an option to turn it off either!

[dilftaroooo]

anon asks: Hello! I love the way you write! Could I request reader x Geto, where she’s just sucking and worshiping his balls? No blowjob, no handjob, he cums just from having his balls in her mouth?

oh damn anon i think you're going somewhere with this..

tags: ball worship + ejaculation + you love balls + i love balls + sugu got his nice brazilian wax + reuploaded b/c i hate dumblr

Suguru knows you love sucking on his heavy balls. Other than his slick lips, his balls were your most favorite part of him. Because of the warm temperature, they hung freely like his flaccid cock whenever he removed the thin layer of microfiber that kept them hidden, soft and covered in specks of black due to his inconsideration of grooming. His face twitches at the sight. Although you never really cared either way (loving the musky smell it gifted you while sucking him off), he didn’t particularly favor the long hairs growing on his scrotum--at least not on his self-care days.

So, of course he leaves to get them professionally waxed, giving them a beautiful, smooth look (even getting a nice touch up to the hairs below his navel). He feels successfully pampered.

Once you find out, though, you are beyond thrilled to know that he's gotten trimmed up and waxed that you were already on your knees fumbling with the hem of his sweatpants and briefs and pulling down to see the glorious sight of his relaxed penis and lazy balls, watching fixedly as it twitches under your intense gaze. He didn't need to verbally admit that your desperation was turning him on, his cock was already standing and pulsing from the attention you were giving him.

Technically, he wasn't supposed to be engaging in sexual activity after being freshly waxed, but whenever your eyes were as lascivious as they were now, it was harder to keep the responsibility intact.

You caressed his toned thighs, feeling the soft wisps of leg hairs grazing past the tips of your fingers as you leaned in closer to the subject--its excess skin retracting as it sagged idly on the edge of your shared bed.

"I just got this done, dear." He delicately warns. Wondering if you'd catch the message of how you shouldn't be doing this immediately after a fresh wax (he wouldn't mind if you didn't, however). But you respond, It will only be for a little while, you say to him as your tender lips feather over both testicles, giving them light kisses of passion before softly slurping at the skin that protected each. Suguru adjusts his position on the mattress as your tongue rewards his smooth balls with your gracious kitten licks.

You were enjoying them thoroughly. Making sure the were both equally covered in your saliva, you wanted them to know how much you loved them. A mewl so beautiful would escape your partner's lips as you filled your mouth to the brim with his hefty balls, one testicle at a time, letting out a mild whimper when he rests his hand on top of your head. You'd suck on them hard, tipping a little further back to give them a nice pull which encourages a delightful groan from Suguru.

You can't help but grind your throbbing clit against the heel of your foot, stimulating the little bundle of nerve while you downgrade yourself to Suguru's cute ball sucker. He grinned knowingly as he witnesses the fervent movement of your hips--you loved pleasing him so much. Just look at how you were making your foot glisten with your pussy juices.

Suguru pushes your head further down causing you to bask in the faint trace of sweat that covered his balls. He smelled like such a fucking man, reeking in disgusting masculinity that made your cunt produce more slick. "Take in both of them, sweetheart, at the same time. I know what your mouth can do." Humming happily, you show him your filthy talent as you grab ahold of his balls before impatiently stuffing them in your wet cavern, being cautious of the rows of teeth from scratching across his sensitive skin.

You look at up at those stunning, fox-like eyes. His hard cock obscuring the sight of your left eye, you can barely see the breathtaking view of his precum twinkling under the dim light of your bedroom before dripping down like a spider's web and piling up on your sweaty forehead.

It doesn't linger for long as Suguru picks up his bodily remains with his finger and uses it to coat the tip of his dick, rubbing the sticky substance around its circumference.

"Such a good girl." You love his praises and you want to hear more of them, so you resume sucking him off with more excitement. Suguru relishes in the sliminess of your tongue in combination of your built up saliva. He's already close to ejaculating.

Once he spurts out ropes of cum, you feel his balls twitch as you slosh them around in spit. You weren't paying attention to the sperm coating your hair as you stared at Suguru with hearts in your eyes. He was so beautiful when he cums.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

This is All Yoon Jeonghan's Fault

Pairing: Jeonghan x idol! afab! reader

Content Warnings: Smut; jealous sex; hard dom Jeonghan; sadism; slight hints of masochism; fingering; cunnilingus; masturbation nipple play; bondage; use of neckties, handcuffs; whips and vibrators; edging; overstimulation; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!); use of pet names (Princess, Doll)

Word Count: 6658 words (the exact count matters, trust me)

Mellow speaks: Soooooo we're finally here and I'm screaming right now!!! This is my first ever actual collab and that too with my lovely Lemon!!! And I kid you not, this really is all Yoon Jeonghan's fault, because we're not holding back today. Also, I'm so pissed rb bc this was scheduled for 4 PM est but Dumblr ate my post up I hate it here.

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

Oh and yeah, here's the reason why it's all Yoon Jeonghan's fault.

Go read the first half on (@shhhhhimthinking) Lemon's account first, because we wanna be menaces today *insert evil smirk*

off his pants.

“Explain yourself. Maybe if I like your excuse I’ll go easier on you.”

He trailed the cold metal of his belt buckle across your perked nipple and you shivered from the sensation.

You looked up at him with lustful eyes as you took in the man before you. You had never seen him like this before and seeing him like this now excited you to no end. Did you even want him to go easier?  No. You wanted everything he could give you. Jeonghan watched the way your beautiful eyes lit up with amusement as you seemed to be choosing your words carefully. You didn’t seem in the least bit remorseful, in fact you looked proud, almost a bit too much for his taste. 

“I wanted you to feel so jealous but not be able to do anything about it. I wanted you to want me so badly but not be able to do anything but sit in your chair just watching. I wanted to know that while he was dancing with me you were sitting there burning with desire. The desire to claim me back. I want you to want me.”

Jeonghan gazed at you as he took in all that you said. He leaned into you until his warm breath tickled your ear.

“Then you're not going to leave this bed until you are completely filled with me. Until I’ve made sure you know just how much I want you.”

He sat back up.

“No one can have what’s mine.” He said as he got off the bed and walked out of the room.

The cold air mixed with his worlds and danced across your skin sending shivers through your body. You wondered what he was doing but you didn’t have to guess for long as he walked back in with something red in his hand. You couldn’t get a clear view of it but as he walked closer it suddenly dawned on you.

“Where’d you get that?” You exclaimed. You wiggled in your restraints, trying to get a better view.

“When I couldn’t find you in your room I took something else instead.” He said casually as he laid it gently on the bed before taking off his vest and then his shirt. He picked up the switch and walked over to you with slow seductive steps. 

He held your prop above you as he let the cold tassel trail across your skin. 

“If you would’ve told me that you like things like this we could’ve gotten one sooner.” He said as he trailed the switch slowly over your clothed core that craved more attention all the way to your perked breasts.

You whimpered and squirmed as he tickled your skin with his teasing. He gave your sensitive nipple a light whip earning a breathy moan from you. But breathy wasn't the way he liked your moans, deciding to turn it into a louder whine as his lips soon got wrapped around the exact spot he had teased a moment ago, the warm feeling of his saliva on your bud making shivers run down your spine. 

Sucking on your breast just a little before pulling away, Jeonghan had wasted no time in making the leather further down your body, your right thigh being met with a delicious sound as a red mark bloomed in the whip's wake. He was barely doing anything, and yet, you couldn't help but find yourself on the edge already, wanting him to take you just then. 

And your desperation was not lost on your boyfriend as a lazy smirk had made his lips curl up, his fingers dancing along your bare torso while he decided to test you a little more. You deserved it after all, or so he told himself as he had said, "I hope you're enjoying the…..arrangement I've got in place for you." 

The words were hard enough to comprehend in your inebriated state, drunk on lust and begging to be ruined, but any hopes of coming up with a reply were crushed the second you felt a sharp tip coming in contact with your your clothed heat, a sweet pain that almost made you release into your panties. He had you under his spell, and despite having pretended to be the one in control earlier, you found yourself thanking him for being rude.

You were writhing under your bindings, silently pleading for him to give you more already, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it was going to be useless until he wanted to give it to you. Jeonghan was going to tease you until you were crying, and he was going to make you whimper and beg. That was the thought you had in mind when you found yourself being pulled out of it at the sudden pressure being applied to your still sensitive core, the tie around your wrists coming undone to reveal soft red marks.

"Tsk," Jeonghan had mused, making you open your eyes only to see his hand right against your crotch, the wetness coating his digits through the lace of your underwear, "Need to use something more…..resistant, don'tcha think?" 

And with that, the feeling was gone, leaving you whining at the loss of contact when he pulled away from you entirely, chuckling just a little as he sauntered over to the wardrobe. 

You were losing it, but it still wasn't enough to make you not frown your brows as you watched him, taking his time opening the drawers and rummaging through them. "What's he doing?" you thought to yourself, but before you could put that thought into words, he was looking back at you, his smirk even more sinister as your eyes landed on the small, shiny black object he held in one hand, and the deep red object that dangled from the fingers of the other. 

The sight knocked the breath out of you, your toes curling and uncurling as he walked back over, turning the vibrator on. You wanted to ask him where he got all that stuff from, but yet again, your boyfriend beat you to it. 

"Been saving them for the right occasion," was all he said, reaching over to catch your wrists in another binding, this time much harder and more steadfast than the first.

As the black cuffs made their way to the bedpost with your hands in their clasp, you couldn't help but gaze up at his form, his chest peeking out from under the top two buttons that had been opened. The tugging on your wrists felt cold and foreign, the metal cutting into your skin as you found yourself struggling against it too. 

All this while the toy was lying next to your thigh, the vibrations coursing through it gave your leg a preview of what was to come. The wait, of course, wasn't too long, Jeonghan's hums dispersing the silence as he made quick work of your panties, your soaking pussy fully exposed to the cold air as you attempted to press your thighs together. 

But he wasn't having it, his hand pushing them apart once more as he smacked his lips, feeling his mouth water at the mere sight. "Delicious, he whispered, smirking as he watched you drip, "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" And he knew he wasn't wrong, because no matter how bold you tried to be, you were still putty in his hands. So he was going to use it to his advantage, wasting not one moment in shoving the vibrator deep through your folds, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the impact that had you reeling. 

It was all a blur of moans and whines for a few tense minutes after that, your body thrashing over the bedsheets as you called for him to let you  finish already, failing to make him relent in the slightest, all while his fingers added pressure where the toy couldn't, rubbing against your clit.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way your walls clenched around the tip of the toy. 

Before you knew it, you were on edge, your body convulsing under the waves of pleasure that he was making you feel. As the vibrations traveled deep into your entire being, you could feel yourself giving in to the force of your impending orgasm. You were already sensitive from the teasing and the previous orgasm that came with it’s fare share of overstimulation earlier, so it wasn't a surprise that you soon were almost near the edge, ready to fall off.

And then, the pleasure was gone for the second time, leaving you groaning in agony as you flailed your legs and struggled against your cuffs, while sinister laughter filled the room. Your climax was receding away at an alarming rate, until it wasn't, ripples of sweet pain racking through your body as the tip was inside you once more, deeper than ever. 

Less than a minute was all it took for you to finally reach your high, your juices spilling out of you and almost making you lose consciousness from how amazing it felt. 

Your breathing heavy and your chest heaving, you opened your eyes after what felt like centuries, only to realize that your boyfriend wasn't next to you any longer. Instead, he was standing at the foot of the bed, naked to the bone as his hand pumped his member. 

"Gave me a good show," he smirked, the word "Sweetheart" rolling off his tongue in a way that made your skin crawl, but in a good way. "Guess you do deserve a prize." 

He reached over and unlocked your hands from the bed.

His words and actions caused you to let out a soft sigh, your lips curling into a gentle smile as your foggy mind believed his misleading words. But as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over your form, cuffing your hands to each other, you realized that wasn't what he had in mind.

The very next moment, he confirmed your suspicions, his balls hitting you right in the pelvis as he thrust his cock hilt-deep inside you. He was relentless from the get-go, his hips rocking against your own as he made your walls clench around his girth. "Tell. Me. Who. Got. You. This. Tight. Huh?," he asked with each thrust, taunting you while grunts and groans emanated from the depths of his chest. 

"You're. Fucking. Mine," he didn't stop, his moans mixing with yours as your body latched onto his for dear life. He had already driven you past the point of insanity, that had been his plan since the beginning. Before you could stop yourself, you were releasing your pent-up frustration all over his member, your constricted hands hooked around his neck and your nails dug into his back as you rode out your high.

You were spent already, but Jeonghan showed no signs of stopping or even wanting to stop, his groans only growing louder as he continued to pump in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. He was feral in that moment, almost animalistic as he kept up the pace, never one to slow down. You were crying by now, tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept up his assault on your aching core, pinning you to the mattress. 

It was only a matter of minutes before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach and another wave of pleasure washing over your being. You found your toes curling, the lustrous sensation breaking through you in ripples and pulses causing your eyes to screw shut, the bedsheets getting soaked with you yet again. This time, it was enough to make Jeonghan cum too, his seed filling you up to the brim.

It had you moaning like nothing else, the thought of him breeding, the feeling of him overflowing in your pulsing core sending you into a frenzy. 

"That's right, take all of me, let me remind you who owns you," Jeonghan grunted as he continued to grind into you, meeting you halfway for the third time that night, which you were sure would also be your last. He was still going at full-speed, bent on completely obliterating your insides as he thrusted even harder, your sweet spot crying tears of joy and pain and threatening to come undone in a way it never had before, the knot in your stomach close to bursting to pieces. 

"Gonna nail it into your head," he grunted against your ear, biting down on your shell as his moves never stopped, "Gonna teach you never to mess with me again." You were in bliss by now, completely ignorant to everything else except the feeling of his dick filling your insides, showing you stars. Everything was a blur, from your sense of time to the knowledge of your whereabouts. It was only him, sending your mind dancing as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside you, over and over. 

It felt like an instant, and at the same time, it was an eternity, your insides twisting and churning as you found your release, this time harder than the previous three, the whole ordeal making your body shake and convulse. He wasn't done though, still keeping at ramming into your clit for heaven knows how long, till he reached his climax, his cum and yours now soiling the mattress, his seed firmly inside your hole as he collapsed on top of your chest in exhaustion.

Your chests pressed against each other as your hearts pounded to the very rhythm of your sinful night. You felt his breathing slowing against your hot skin, the feeling of sweat moistening your bodies. He propped himself up with one arm and used his other hand to caress your tired face. 

“Baby?” He called for you gently, the fire in his voice now washed away with the pent up frustration he had released. He was back to being the soft Jeonghan you knew and loved, showing you that one side of him that he reserves only for you. 

You were so spent, all you could do was hum a weak response. The aftershock of your orgasms sent a soft shiver through your body that drew Jeonghan's attention to your arms that were still bonded by the cuffs. When he slowly lifted himself and pulled out, you found yourself groaning not only at the sensation in your swollen pussy but also at the feeling of his precious cum seeping out of your body. 

He tenderly undid you cuffs from around your wrist, softly rubbing the red marks that were left. 

“Does it hurt baby?” He cooed at you as he slowly helped you sit up and put your back against the headboard, mindful of your pained expressions and your soft hisses. 

As he did, he watched with concern as your face scrunched at the feeling of your sore body moving.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, his voice now coated in panic as he held your hand and softly stroked the mark on your wrist.

You shook your head no, a smile blooming on your exhausted face. 

“You were everything I wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed.”

His face also relaxed as he saw your expression.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Jeonghan softly whispered to you as if he was afraid to startle you out of your calm.

“Yes please.” You said as excitedly as you could manage with your depleted energy. 

He quickly hopped up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. You felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep for a few minutes while he got everything ready. Then you felt Jeonghan gently slide his arm under yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you warmly. 

“Let’s get you in the bath.” He said affectionately as he helped you towards the bathroom.

You gingerly slid into the water that was the perfect temperature and smelled of your favorite soothing bath salts. 

He got up to leave and your face did its signature pout. "Won't you join me?," you asked, your voice hopeful as you thought about cuddling him in the bath. 

“I’m just going to go change the sheets.” He chuckled, giving a loving boop of your nose. “After all, we made quite the mess.”

His last comment left you blushing as you had no choice but to recount the night. He gave another chuckle at your cuteness before hurrying off to finish his task. You found yourself drifting off again, only barely registering his body when it slid into the water behind you. You instinctively leaned back into him and he took a washcloth to help you wash up. You felt him tenderly dabbing the marks that were left on your skin as he softly asked you once again if they hurt but all you could say was no. They didn’t hurt, not like that, they were simply temporary memories of a very eventful night. 

You took the moment to take a few healing breaths. You were too tired to speak anymore and he understood completely. You continued to relax as the sound of him softly humming set the mood for the rest of the night into a peaceful one.

After you were all soaked out, he helped you stand up before letting the water out and holding you against him while you both quickly rinsed off in the shower. Jeonghan wrapped a towel around you and led you back to your bed that now had fresh crisp sheets on them and your favorite bottle of lightly scented moisturizer that always helped you relax. 

He took the towel from around you softly laughing at the way you instantly began to shiver before helping you lotion your sore body. You could never be too sure he didn’t have ulterior motives but the way his hands caressed and massaged your tired skin was therapeutic and calming so you didn’t care to ask, instead you lost yourself in his gentle touch. When you couldn’t bear to stand anymore, you leaned against his chest and whimpered to let him know just how exhausted you were. 

“Alright alright.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m almost done love.” 

Jeonghan quickly finished, made sure you were both moisturized and then held up the covers for you as he guided you into bed. You let out a slightly dramatic sigh of relief at being able to finally rest your aching body and Jeonghan smiled at you fondly. He put the lotion back in the bathroom and turned off all the lights. When he came back you had the covers lifted and ready for him as your warm body and sugary smile welcomed him. He climbed in and snuggled into you, wrapping his arms around you and laying on your breast which he saw as his own personal pillow. You used delicate fingers to rub his back, wanting to give him back some love as you attempted to sooth the scratches that you left.

“Does it hurt?,” You softly asked him.

“No, not at all," came his reply, nonchalant as ever. “Anyway you know what they say… all is fun in sex and foreplay.”

His ridiculous comment pulled a full laugh from your lethargic body and he proudly laughed along with you.

“You’re such a doofus.” You said still laughing as you playfully slapped his arm. 

“I love you.” 

With your last sentence you felt yourself swiftly drifting away into dreamland.

“I love you more.” Jeonghan said, pulling you closer to him.

The distant hum of the washing machine and the whisper-like sounds of your and Jeonghan's gentle breaths were the ending melodies of your ever eventful night. Just like that, the two of you were lulled into your most rewarding slumber, peaceful dreams begetting content smiles as you two lovebirds snuggled even closer.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Hi there, can I request you Age of ultron Steve and his fiance avenger reader smut. Like he wakes up before her and kisses her up. After some morning makeout he makes sweet slow yet sensual love to her. They still live in Tower so when they get together to work on mission, Tony teases both of them because reader is glowing in after sex and has some love marks on her neck. Like their sweet moments as avenger.

Pleassseeeeee I beg you to write this. I had sent this to you yesterday as well and I'm angry at this dumblr to eat my ask.

“You’re not supposed to wake me up,” his lips trailed down your spine, hands grasping your hips as you shifted against the mattress, “you’re not supposed to be distracted by me.”

“Tony can wait,” Steve nipped your flesh, his teeth grating against you in an eager attempt to get you to loosen up for him, “you are more important.”

“Mr. Rogers—” you whined, your legs parting and your thighs quaking.

“Yes, Mrs. Rogers?” Steve reached the curve of your ass and shifted the placement of his hands from your hips to your thighs, sliding them under you to yank you you onto your knees.

“You have a meeting with Tony-!” You shrieked when his hand landed on your ass cheek, the heat from his spank radiating up your spine.

“I’d rather be doing you.” Steve had growled against your ass, licking a clear stripe from your puckered hole to your weeping pussy lips. “And I will be.”

He latched onto your clit, sucking on the hard nub as you rocked your hips and ground yourself against him. Your fingers clutched the blankets and sheets, whimpering every time he had flicked his tongue against your cunt, devouring and feeding on your slick, sweet juices.

“That’s my good wife, you’re such a sweet little treat.” Steve had wait until you were grinding and gyrating against him, and then he had flipped you onto your back.

He freed his cock from his sweats, pumping himself twice while he listened to your sweet whines and whimpers as you suffered from the loss of his tongue. You were weakened by his stare and the picture cast before you of him stroking his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid, honey.” Steve hovered above you, he had jut his cock against your core. “Its my duty as your husband.”

He slipped the tip of his cock into your cunt and slowly pushed more until he has bottomed out inside you. You squirmed against him and rest your hands on his chest, digging into your nails into flesh a moment before he had started to fuck you like he hated you.

Every thrust, every jerk of his hips and push of his cock had you screaming his name. Your head was thrown back and your back had lifted from the bed, your legs shook as Steve hooked his hands around your ankles and dragged you impossibly close.

“My. Sweet. Fucking. Wife.” Steve had pulled out and fucked you with every word. “Mine. Mine. MINE!”

Steve pushed deep into you, he kept you full of his cock as he reached his end and came within you. His seed spurt from the head of his cock, filling you and keeping you tightly stuffed.

Everything felt like a complete blur, even as you had woken up half an hour later to get dressed you felt him in you. And as you left your bedroom and entered your living room, you saw Tony and Steve talking.

“You have a lovely glow, Mrs. Rogers. Getting fucked stupid is good for you.” Tony smirked, clapping Steve on the shoulder.

“Tony what the hell?”

“Its a compliment, Steve. Take it.”

[in-for-a-pennyx]

Kinktober 2022: October 13th

Day 13: Dirty Talk

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2k (Didn't think I had it in me tbh)

Warnings: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl folks), fingering (f receiving), filthy dirty talk, language, swearing, creampie, description of penis.

Content: Spanish usage, translations at the end. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes.

A/n: I'm almost embarrassed to tag them but this lil fic is heavily inspired and influenced by @furious-rogue-stuff's phenomenal life-changing Narcos story Heat (link at the end, thanks dumblr). Please go read it. Having said that, their OC is bilingual and this isn't their Javi and Querida, it's just me trying to exercise the few words I know of Spanish 😅 Also want to mention @iamskyereads and @pennyserenade for their wonderful Javiers and stories that I love and adore. PS. I know this is just pure smut so if you'd like to be removed from tags pls let me know 😇

|| Prompts by @absurdthirst ||

This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Only proceed if you're over 18 and have read and understood the warnings and rating.

Javier’s lips are on yours the moment you stumble through his apartment door. He’d handed you the keys so his hands could be free to feel you up, squeezing fistfuls of your curves through the soft, satin fabric of your dress. 

“Mmm, I can’t wait for dessert,” Javi murmurs in your ear, pulling away for a moment. 

“Ugh, Javi!”, you swat his chest gently, “you can be so cheesy sometimes”. 

Yes, he can be cheesy sometimes but you love it. His usually hard surface rarely cracks so you always feel lucky whenever he shows his softer side to you. He keeps so many of his feelings bottled up inside, not wanting to burden you despite your appeals to let you in, so you take what you can get. If it's a cheesy line, you’ll eat it up. You’ll give him his dessert. 

“What can I say, hermosa? You drive me crazy”, he drawls, holding you in a tight embrace, nipping at your jaw. “And anyway, you looked good enough to eat tonight. So I’m going to eat you up”. 

Laughter bubbles up in your chest but is cut short with a gasp as you feel Javi’s moustache on your neck. The rough scratch followed by his lips leaves your skin tingling. Your hands find the nape of his neck and you tangle your fingers in his luscious brown locks, pulling him in for another kiss. 

You both walk to the couch still entangled and kissing. Javi sits down when the back of his knees hit the couch and pulls you down on top of him. You sit down on his lap, placing one knee on either side of his thighs, and smile at him warmly. He lays his head on the back of the couch and smiles back at you, open and inviting, placing his hands on top of your thighs. 

"You’re so beautiful," he mutters, staring at you with such sincerity in his coffee-coloured eyes that your heart stumbles for a beat.

Warmth spreads in your chest and you giggle softly, shimmying up his lap a little more before leaning into him and gently kissing his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Agent Peña. Eres muy guapo”, you susurrate, stroking his cheek gently, returning his stare with love in yours. 

A blush creeps up his neck, matching the raspberry shirt he’s wearing, and he averts his eyes. Javi is such a walking contradiction - he won’t blink twice entering a dangerous situation. Hell, he’s been living in one for so many years of his life, but show him a little bit of softness, a possibility of genuine affection and he literally doesn’t know where to look. It makes your heart squeeze and you want to envelop him in your arms, keep him safe for a change.

“Javi…” he looks at you and you kiss him again, leaning harder into him to deepen your kiss. Your breasts are flush against his hard chest and he can feel your nipples pebbling through your thin satin dress. The friction is exquisite against your lace-clad nipples and you let out a soft moan. Javi doesn’t miss the opportunity and sweeps his tongue deeper into your mouth, engulfing you in him. 

Javi’s hands move up from your thighs to your breasts, squeezing them possessively. With a jolt of electricity through your body, your head flies back, breaking the kiss. Between each careful squeeze, his thumb and forefinger clamp together to pinch and twist your nipple through the layers of fabric. He leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you can’t help but squirm in his lap, letting out needy huffs of breath. Heat starts pooling low in your belly and you can feel yourself getting wet. 

Your hands find their way to Javi’s shoulders, squeezing them and then moving to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each slowly. They’re happy to let their burden go, revealing the golden expanse of his chest as you push the shirt off his broad shoulders. Javi’s not far behind, he slides the straps of your dress and bra off your shoulders in one go, exposing your luscious breasts to his hungry mouth. He takes a hardened nipple his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, licking it gently, sucking it softly. 

You whimper his name and start grinding against his hardening cock, seeking friction to relieve the throbbing in your cunt. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much, Javi. ¿Tu sabes? I hate it when you’re away” you mewl against the side of his head. 

He moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention. You tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he moans, the vibration going straight to your cunt. Sparks of pleasure burrow deep into your bones and set your body on fire. You vaguely remember holding Javi’s hand and sliding it under your dress, placing it on the soaking wet lace of your underwear. Even this light touch makes you shudder and opens the floodgates to your inner thoughts.

“¿Lo sientes? That’s all because of you, for you. Only you can get me so worked up. I think about you all the time, mi amor.”

Javi growls in response, leaving bruising kisses in the valley of your breasts. His fingers part the swollen folds of your wet pussy and find your swollen clit, putting gentle pressure on it, stroking, circling. You draw in a sharp breath, the feeling overwhelming. 

“When I’m at work and I see you strut by, when you wear that goddamn tac vest and walk around like you own the place, ordering everybody around,” his fingers make their way down to your opening, sliding in two of his fingers easily, “ahh, fuck, it makes me want to bend over your desk so you can fuck me senseless and show everybody I’m yours.” 

Another thrust of his fingers, sweat sliding down your back, “It makes me want to get on my knees under your desk and make you cum in my mouth.”

Javi pulls you tighter against his chest and you start rocking harder on his fingers, chasing that exquisite feeling only he can ignite deep inside your cunt.

“Dime Javi, d-do you think about me too? Do you think about me when you wake up hard in the morning? Ahh, wh- when you’re by your lonesome at the barracks in Medellín? Do you think about me – oh fuck Javi don’t stop – when you fuck your fist and cum over your fingers?” 

“I think about sucking your fingers clean. I think about your fingers deep inside me when I fuck myself with my fingers when you’re away. It’s never enough. I dream about your cock when you’re away. I miss your taste and how your cock sits so hot and heavy in my mouth. How it’s almost too big for me to take.”

Panting and moaning, you grind your hips harder against his, instinct driving you to chase his fingers harder, harder, deeper.

“Do you miss my mouth, Javi? I miss your mouth. I love you fucking me so much. Fuck me, Javi. I want to feel your cock inside me when I’m at work tomorrow, sitting in a stupid meeting.”

With one final sweep of his thumb on your clit and one more pump of his fingers, your walls flutter and contract, and you cum, you cum hard, making a mess on Javi’s fingers. 

Your body shakes and you’re lost in a haze of pure pleasure. You shift and twist, trying to escape the heights of pleasure when it becomes too much. Uncontrollable flashes of sensation zing through your nerves in all directions. You hear yourself squeak as he shifts you onto the couch, brushing accidentally against one sensitive location or another. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Look at you. Take off your clothes. Let me see you, please. I need to see you” he almost begs, his pupils blown almost black.

You slide your dress off and unhook your bra with shaky fingers, sliding your underwear off at the same time as Javi takes his jeans off. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of his thick, hard cock, standing proudly against his tummy, precum seeping from the flushed tip. As much as you would like to have him in your mouth, you want him enveloped inside you even more. 

You straddle Javi again, this time your back to his chest, the back of your thighs against the top of his, your legs spread wide. You stretch your arm around the back of his neck, holding on to his shoulder for leverage. 

He lines himself up against you and you slide down on his rigid cock slowly. The stretch is delicious, fuck, you’ve missed this, missed being full of him, stuffed to the brim with him. You scream out his name, unable to hold in the overwhelming feeling anymore. 

You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breaths and getting used to the feel of each other. Javi gives you a soft peck on your cheek and starts lifting your hips. He starts thrusting up in you and you bear down on him, each movement more intense than the last. The familiar coil starts tensing in your abdomen again and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so completely drunk on Javi and his words: 

“Fucking hell, yes, I miss you when I’m away. That’s it, keep going.” He bounces you up and down when you start to feel your muscles burn and you lean on him to keep you up. 

“I love how easily I slide in after you’ve cum on my tongue and my fingers. Fuck, your mouth is so perfect too. Sometimes I can’t decide whether I want to fuck your filthy mouth or your gorgeous pussy. Look at it, your pussy was meant for me.”

“I miss this gorgeous cunt when I’m away. I think about how hot and wet and welcoming it always is. You like this don’t you? You’re doing so well, hermosa. Just a little more.” 

You’re breathless, panting, eyes shut and stars bursting behind your eyelids with each thrust. 

“No baby, look at me. Look at me.” He holds your chin and moves your face towards him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” You open your eyes reluctantly, fighting the spell of pleasure taking over you. His eyes are blown wide with list and adoration for you, brows pinched in effort. “So fucking beautiful” he mutters and kisses you deeply, loving the look of ecstasy on your face. 

It's too much, all at the same time, everywhere all at once and you come with a strangled shout, Javi’s name caught in your throat. Your pussy flutters around him and the tightness makes his hips stutter.  

“Cum for Javi, fill me up. I want to feel you inside me when you won’t be here tomorrow”. Your nails dig into his shoulders and that’s all he needs to meet his own climax, filling you up with his spend. You both collapse backward, you still on top of him, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your commingled essences drip out of you and onto his lap but neither of you cares, too caught up in just feeling each other and catching your breaths. 

In a few moments, you’ll have to get up when your leg starts cramping or he’ll need a cigarette, and then you’ll both shower. You’ll have a drink and both go to bed together, safe in each other's embrace. 

He has to leave again tomorrow, but tonight, tonight, you’ll hold back the morning light a little while longer, cherish the night a little bit longer.

END

Translation:

hermosa - gorgeous

Eres muy guapo - You're so handsome

¿Tu sabes? - Do you know? / you know?

¿Lo sientes? - Feel that?

mi amor - my love

Dime Javi - Tell me, Javi

Heat by @/furious-rogue-stuff

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hi!!! Not sure if I already requested this so I thought I would just send it again in case. I was wondering if you could please write Loki x reader where they are in a secret relationship and are getting steamy and the avengers walk in on them? Just some good funny fluff with a side of steam 💗

I haven't seen this request before so maybe dumblr ate it :( But I have it now and I hope you enjoy, it turned out a lot more smutty than fluffy sorry xx

The Principal’s Office || Loki

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral (f rec) WC: 1.5k

Surprise gripped you as your wrist was caught by a strong hand and you were pulled into a dark meeting room only to meet a pair of green eyes seeming to glow in the dim light.

“Loki, you scared me.” You said as you slapped his chest lightly. “What are you doing hiding out in the dark?”

“Waiting for you of course.” He smirked, his hand emitting a green glow so that you could see each other better. “You look utterly divine, I just could not bear to wait until I saw you tonight.”

“We could get caught.” You immediately began to whisper as if the room had ears.

“Surely that is part of the fun.” He purred, his hands teasing the skin of your hip as he brushed your shirt up.

Your lips were already parting for him as he dipped his head down to reach you and you moaned as his hands rose higher, sneaking under the edge of your bra to tease your nipples. His tongue lashed across yours as you let him in just like he knew you would. He could have you like putty in his hands with a single touch and sometimes you were sure it was stronger than his magic.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you in this meeting room.” He whispered as you pulled away breathlessly to unbuckle the belt on his suit pants. “The way you take charge in here sets my loins on fire.���

You looked back at the door and chewed your lip, but you both knew your next commitment wasn’t for another hour so you decided you would play with fire, or in this case ice and live on the wild side. You didn’t even need to tell him, he could see you were up for it as your pupils blew out and your shirt disappeared as he cast his magic over you.

“A little impatient today Mr Mischief.” You noted as you found yourself naked and his mouth sucking your nipples to stiff peaks.

“You left too early,” he complained between the kisses he left across your collarbone, “I had to take care of myself in your absence, and it is not nearly as satisfying.”

Your legs trembled at his admission and you gasped as he spun you around and bent you over the desk just as he had described. His thigh nudged your legs apart as he pressed your body down to the cold wood and you felt his fingers teasing your slit before he lowered himself to his knees for a taste.

“There’s my flower, such beauty that is only for my eyes.”

You shivered as he spoke to your pussy, his mouth so close you could feel his breath on your clit before his tongue teased over it and up your slit with a ravenous moan. Your soft mewls were muffled as you pressed your mouth to the back of your hand in an attempt to stay quiet but still some echoed around the meeting room as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy. You were used to his mischievous nature but it still caught you by surprise when he stopped and left you on a knife's edge.

“You look absolutely stunning when you pout, the neediness in your eyes.” He chuckled and fell into one of the chairs, his clothes disappearing and his cock standing high from his lap. “Come on love, take control, take what you need.”

You already knew just how you wanted him and you turned your back to him to lower yourself over his cock, legs either side of his and his thick shaft splitting your dripping folds. The fullness left your head spinning and you took his hands from your hips, raising them to your breasts so he could massage them. You rolled your hips and moaned at the pure bliss and hint of danger of riding him somewhere you shouldn’t.

Your orgasm was building and it wouldn’t take much to push you over but he was more content with cupping the soft skin of your breast and grazing his teeth over your pulse than dropping his hand to toy with your clit. You were about to do it yourself when the door suddenly opened and the entire team blinked at the pair of you. You were about to scream obscenities but found the illusion of clothes over your body and Loki nowhere to be seen. There was one problem…you could still feel him inside you.

“I didn’t think you accepted the meeting invite.” Natasha frowned as she caught sight of you sitting alone in the dark.

She flicked on the light as she stepped in with Clint, Steve, Tony and Thor close behind and you just shrugged. “My schedule freed up. So…what’s going on?”

You tried not to squirm under Nat’s gaze but you couldn’t help it, it left you nearly biting through your tongue to stop a moan escaping. The ghost of Loki’s touch was just torturous and when you had to move the chair closer to the meeting table you saw the streaks of your hand prints smear across the shiny wood. Oh fuck, you moaned.

“Everything alright?” Tony asked with concern.

“Sorry,” you coughed to clear your throat and hide Loki’s chuckled behind you, “I just remembered I have a disciplinary meeting with Loki after this.”

“What has that brother of mine done now?”

“Ohhh, it’s like being sent to the principal's office.” Tony chuckled. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to take whatever punishment as long as it’s from you,”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You asked as you spun the chair to face him and felt Loki’s cock change angles, your eyes screwing shut for a moment.

“Just saying…he follows you ‘round like a lost puppy.” Tony shrugged before pulling a snack from his pocket. “Maybe he’s hot for teacher.”

Thankfully, Thor boomed with laughter and reassured everyone that Loki was too selfish to love anyone but himself. You had felt Loki’s strong hands pull you back down on his cock when you tried to stand up for him. He did not care what anyone else thought of him, the only opinion that mattered was yours and he knew you loved him and that he returned that love passionately.

“Anything else to discuss or are we good?” Tony asked as he rose and tossed his empty crisp packet in the trash behind you.

Everyone agreed that was all and you sighed as they began to make their way from the room, your legs straining to stop the quivers that were shaking your legs. Natasha was last out and she balled up the meeting agenda before shooting it at the bin and missing. The paper missed your head but went through Loki’s, the mirage disappearing as the illusion fell and she closed the door.

“Thought it smelt like sex in here.” She winked as you tried to cover as much of your body as possible. “You might want to think of that next time, Loki.”

“Wise words.” He strained as the hour of cock warming tested his strength.

“Do you think you could, um, keep this between us?” You pleaded.

She nodded with a laugh. “Don’t worry, no one reads the meeting minutes anyway.”

“Wait, what?”

“Jarvis, who attended the meeting here?” Nat asked with a grin.

“That would be yourself, Tony, Thor, Steve, Clinton, y/n and Loki. No one else was present.”

She smirked triumphantly before opening the door and slipping out, the sound of the lock clicking behind her.

“Oh my god.” You groaned.

“Yes, love?” Loki’s strained voice sent a shock to your core and he shuddered as your pussy clenched tighter. “You did so well making it through that tiresome meeting, I think you deserve a treat.”

“What if she tells someone?” You asked, your desire evaporating the more you thought about the trouble you could be in.

“She won’t.” He said with absolute certainty. “I know the secrets of everyone in this building, including the Widow’s. Now, let me feel you cum all over my cock, you know that patience is not my forte.”

He gripped your hips and bounced you up and down, your own need for release quickly chasing all other thoughts from your head. You were so close, the edging leaving you ready to drown in your release and when his fingers rolled around your clit you were gone. Your head fell back to his shoulder, lips parted in a silent scream as your whole body convulsed with the strength of your orgasm.

“Feels like Valhalla. Fuck…”

He so rarely swore that the one word left your pussy pulsing and his back arched, burying himself as deep as he could as he reached his release, his cock throbbing inside you as he filled you with his spent. Your bodies went slack in the chair and you stared at the ceiling, and more importantly the blinked red light of the security camera.

“I think we are both going to the principal’s office.” You murmured in your cum clouded haze, unable to care about anything with your mind fractured.

Loki’s green eyes glared at the light and his hand waved, a thin blanket suddenly covering you. “I really hate human technology sometimes.”

[xxatinyminionxx]

Since you are the biggest sunoo Stan I'm aware of - I'm going to tell you what I daydreamed about him 😌✋

Head empty because I dreamed about Sunoo being spoiled and kissed by two older girls -

"You're being such a good baby for us" and sunoo is just pink as a peach as he's being touched all over -

What is your thoughts on this?

^~^ have a good day 😙

(Hey!! This ask literally was not in my iOS version of Dumblr and I found out through my desktop 😓 I definitely would’ve answered this earlier but here we go! Thank you for coming to me btw!)

I can picture your daydream! He definitely has a noona/hyung kink and loves it when you (or the two older girls) touch him. He would be so pink and shiver with the lightest touch. He may get self conscious of all the lewd noises he’s making and try to muffle it. Also bonus points for you if you choke him or stick your fingers in his mouth to suck and swirl his tongue around. In fact, it will make him cum faster. That’s for instance assuming one girl is pumping his pulsating dick and the other is caressing his upper body giving it and his lips sweet kisses~ 🥺

[caffeineghostie]

Worth It - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you and your daughter bring Bucky coffee

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Tags: dad!Bucky, fatws!Bucky, fluff, talk of pregnancies

A/N: finally posting something that has been sitting in my drafts forever, hope you like it! Not beta'd, all mistakes are mine and i'll fix them in the morning.

A/N: reposted because of issues with dumblr :)))

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Taglist/Requests: open!

“Mommy!” your daughter greets you with a squeal when you get in her room.

"Hey sweet pea" you murmur, approaching your daughter’s crib.

The warm morning light was penetrating through the blinds of Lily’s room, caressing her soft features. She had her father’s colors, and the sunlight brought auburn highlights in her chestnut-coloured locks.

Before being captured by Hydra, Bucky had always wanted a family. He envisioned the white picket fenced life for himself, and couldn’t wait to grow old surrounded by kids. But life had very different plans for him.

After becoming the Winter Soldier, he thought he had missed his chance at being a father. After all, who would want to be with a former assassin? But then he met you.

You had helped him through his nightmares, through his belief of only being capable of violence and destruction, and showed him that there was still good residing in his heart.

When you agreed to marry him, he thought he could die of happiness. But that happiness was only a taste of what he felt when you told him you were pregnant. He was overjoyed. He went into overprotective dad mode from the start, being there with you at every appointment and not letting you lift a finger for any reason.

When Lily was born, she had her daddy wrapped around her finger from the start. Sometimes the only thing that could calm her was being in contact with Bucky’s metal arm, the cold metal soothing her every time.

Growing up, Lily had become his best friend. They spent a lot of time together because Bucky had retired from being an Avenger, now that Sam was Captain America, and they made a lot of fantastic memories.

One night, coming back home from work, you had witnessed one of these many special moments.

You could hear them chattering from the hallway, occasionally interrupted by your daughter’s laughter, and you made your way up to her room. There you found Bucky wrapped in a blanket, draped over his body mimicking a princess dress, having a tea party with Lily and your poor cat Alpine, complete with tiara and pigtails.

Noticing your arrival, Lily started running towards you.

“Mommy!”

“Hey peanut!” you took her in your arms, smothering her face with kisses. “What did you do to Daddy?” you laughed.

“She forced me!” he tried to defend himself, but even he knew that he would do anything for her. Even if it involved glitter. And lipstick. And probably scarring your cat forever.

To this day, that is one of your favourite memories, and the lock screen on your phone ever since.

Now, three years later, you found out you are expecting again. A baby boy this time. You both were elated at the news and couldn’t wait to see your little family grow.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice your daughter trying to climb out of her crib, so you scooped her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Come on monkey, let's go have breakfast," you suggested, eliciting a giggle out of your daughter.

"I'm not a monkey mommy!"

"Yeah, you are, you are my tiny little monkey. " You filled her face with kisses, making her giggle more.

In the kitchen, you sat her at her usual seat, and prepared her favorite cereal in her usual bowl - rigorously pink. You started busying yourself brewing some coffee for Bucky, knowing he would get up soon, even if it was a Sunday morning.

"Mommy?" your daughter asked, while munching on her breakfast.

"Yes, honey?"

"When is Daddy waking up?"

“I don’t know baby, I think Daddy’s pretty tired” that was true. You two had been busy until pretty late last night.

"We can bring him coffee! He's going to have a lot of energy and then he can play with me!" she exclaimed.

"That is a fantastic idea, bug!" you exclaim. "You want to help me?"

"Yes!" she squeals, excited. She’s always eager to spend time with Bucky, and she has him wrapped around her tiny finger. She just needs to bat her eyelashes and her dad would burn the world for her.

"Let's go mommy!" she called to you, pulling on your pyjama pants.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." You took the warm mug in your hands, the aroma of coffee filling your nose, and set off for the bedroom.

A gentle knock on the door later, she's peeping her head in your and Bucky’s bedroom. You could hear the tiny pattering of her feet on the parquet, right before seeing her launch herself on your king sized bed, squealing in excitement.

Bucky pretended to still be asleep. He couldn't possibly not be awake with her tiny fingers poking his nose repeatedly.

"Daddyyyy, daddy wake uuuup" she whined, balancing herself on his chest.

"Honey, maybe Daddy needs a kiss like the princess in the movie we saw yesterday," you suggested, seeing that Bucky was also struggling to keep his facade up with all that tickling.

"Like Aurora?" she asked, giggling before leaving a soft kiss on Bucky's nose.

Magically, Bucky suddenly woke up, surprising Lily.

"Thank you, you my sweet princess! You saved me from the spell that the evil queen," he smiled at you, "cast on me last night. How could I ever repay you?"

"We made you coffee, daddy" you butted in, sitting on the bed

"it was my idea!" Lily said proudly, passing him the mug you handed her, and she promptly gave it to Bucky.

You observed your husband as he sipped his coffee, before putting the mug on his nightstand and hugging your daughter tightly and snuggling his face into her neck.

“Thank you, sweet pea,” he says, “that was the best coffee I’ve ever had!”

“Mommy helped me,” she admitted laughing, Bucky’s beard tickled her.

“Oh yes? Well then,” he says turning to you “Thank you mommy” he adds, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“And thank you baby” he murmurs against your belly, gently caressing it.

Looking at the little family he created with you, Bucky couldn’t help but smile, his happiness tugging his heartstrings. He could have sworn he was the luckiest man alive, finally at peace. Everything that he went through was definitely worth it.

And he was more than willing to discover what more life had to throw at him.

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[wonderswritings]

When Worlds Collide: Collison Course

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind. 

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

AO3

When Worlds Collide Masterlist

Stupid dumblr isn't showing my stuff in the tags ��

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“So let me get this straight. Peter left to go and bring one of the multiverse men here, and you guys lost contact with him?”

“Yes.”

“And Dr. Assface said that I couldn’t be here for any of this, why?”

Ned shrugged, slightly nodding.

“You’re dangerous.”

“You don’t like him.”

You laughed as MJ turned towards Ned, the two going back and forth with each other.

“Guys, guys!”

They both stopped, looking over at you. You shook your head, moving so you were leaning against the table next to them.

“It’s fine. Dr. Assface has a point.”

You grinned, nodding.

“I’m both dangerous and I don’t like him.”

“Why?”

You looked down at Ned, tilting your head to the side, slightly shooting him a look.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“He’s the reason my dad is dead.”

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You tensed when the lights flickered, slowly standing up.

“What is this?”

You turned, looking over at the crypt, seeing a man in the cells, touching the barrier, Dr. Octavius waving at him. The lights flickered again, a man who looked like sand appearing in one of the other cells, hitting the barrier, causing the first newcomer to scoff.

“You picked the wrong side.”

A  lizard stepped out of the shadows, chuckling, causing your eyes to widen as you shook your head, glancing at MJ and Ned.

“I’m sorry, is that a fucking lizard?”

“Connors?”

“What? You know this creature?”

Ned gasped, nodding as he looked between you and MJ. 

“Same universes.”

You shook your head, pointing at the lizard.

“How did I miss that earlier?”

Ned shrugged as he sat back down, glancing at you.

“He was hiding.”

“And we forgot.”

You nodded, sitting back down.

“Right.”

“No, no no, not a creature. A man.”

You snorted, sharing a look with MJ and Ned.

“That is supposed to be a man?”

“Dr. Curt Connors. He was a scientist in Oscorp when I worked there. A brilliant scientist. Till he turned himself into a lizard. Then he tried to turn the whole city into lizards. It was crazy.”

Connors walked to the edge of his cell, huffing.

“It wasn’t crazy, Max. It was the next step in human evolution.”

Ned gasped, his eyes widening.

“The dinosaur can talk.”

MJ shook her head, leaning towards Ned.

“Lizard.”

“Right.”

You snorted, shrugging when MJ shot you a look.

“Sorry.”

“Speaking of which, what happened to you? Last I recall, you had bad teeth, glasses and a combover. Did you get a makeover? You know, I can give you a real makeover.”

Max shot Connors a deadpanned look, huffing.

“Let me guess. Into a lizard?”

“Exactly.”

“Could you two just shut up?”

The sandman looked over at where you all were sitting, nodding as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Where are we?”

“It’s complicated.”

“A wizard’s dungeon.”

You chuckled at the looks MJ and Ned were receiving, Max making a face as he slightly shook his head.

“Wiz- wizards dungeon?”

You grinned when MJ shrugged, glancing at Max.

“There’s no real way to sugarcoat that. It’s literally the dungeon of a wizard.”

Dr. Octavius shrugged, nodding as Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Look, you can keep your magic. I want a taste of that new energy I just felt.”

The flights flickered as sparks circled around Max’s hands, causing you to glare as you sat up in the chair, watching him closely. You turned when MJ’s phone went off, watching as she turned, answering it.

“Oh, Peter. Hey.”

She nodded as she walked towards the entrance of the crypt, looking around and nodding.

“Yeah. They’re all here and locked up.”

You stood up walking towards her.

“Yeah, of course. Oh hey-”

She shot you a look as you grabbed her phone, shooting her a grin.

“Hey Peter Parker. Forget something?”

“Uh Mel, heyyy. What are you doing?”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Nice trick you did with Karen. Really, really appreciated that one.”

“Mel I-”

“Save it. We can talk about it when you get here.”

“Hey-”

You looked over at Ned, watching as he poked at a tree.

“Ask him if this is like a tree monster, or like a scientist that turned into a tree.”

You shot Ned a look, causing him to shrug as he waved his hand out in a ‘come on’ motion.

“It’s just a tree, man. Just a tree.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Just, get here when you can, alright?”

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It’d gotten relatively quiet after Peter’s call, the guys taking the time to pace in their cells while you, MJ and Ned sat around the table.

“Hey guys.”

You all sat up, watching as Peter walked in, a man following closely behind him, taking everything in as he looked around.

“This is Mr. Osborn.”

Osborn pointed at Peter, a slight grin on his face.

“Hey, it’s Doctor.”

Peter nodded slightly, coming to a stop in front of where you all were at.

“Sorry. Um, Dr. Osborn, these are my friends, Ned, MJ and YN.”

“Mary Jane?”

MJ shook her head, shooting a look at Peter who shrugged.

“It’s Michelle Jones, actually.”

“Fascinating.”

Osborn walked towards the crypt, Ned looking over at you with a grin.

“Do you think there are other Ned Leedses?”

You grinned, chuckling slightly as you shook your head, Ned sitting back down in front of his laptop.

“Octavius?”

“Osborn?”

“What- what happened to you?”

You made a face as you turned, watching Osborn and Dr. Octavius talk.

“What happened to- you’re the walking corpse.”

“What do you mean?”

“You died, Norman. Years ago.”

You sat up, tensing as Osborn shook his head, chuckling.

“You’re insane.”

Max laughed, shaking his head.

“God, I love it here.”

Peter walked towards the cells, pointing at Osborn, his head tilted to the side.

“What are you talking about? He’s standing right there. He’s not-”

“Dead.”

Sandman stepped closer to his barrier, nodding.

“They both died. Fighting Spiderman. It was all over the news. Green Goblin, impaled by the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you. Doc Ock. drowned in the river with your machine.”

“That’s nonsense. Spiderman was trying to stop my fusion reactor. So I stopped him. I had him by the throat. And then, I- and then I was here.”

Max scoffed, waving his hand around, slightly shaking his head.

“Oh, please. Let me tell you something. I was whooping Spiderman’s ass. He’ll tell you. And then he caused an overload. I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy, and then- and then- oh shit. I was about to die.”

You snorted, causing Peter to turn towards you, shooting you a look. You shrugged, tilting your head to the side.

“What?”

Connors looked over at Max, huffing.

“Max, do you know? Do I die?”

You tensed when Strange’s sparks appeared, glaring as Strange appeared once the sparks disappeared. He looked over at Osborn, nodding slightly.

“Oh, great. You caught another one.”

Peter shook his head, holding his arm out.

“No no, Strange, wait.”

Strange waved his hands around as Peter stepped forward, looking over at Strange.

“Strange, he’s not dangerous.”

Osborn appeared in the empty cell, Peter turning towards him and nodding.

“It’s okay.”

He turned back towards Strange, slightly making a face.

“What is that?”

“It’s an ancient relic. The Machinati Codamus. Trap your corrupted spell inside, once you’ve finished the proper ritual, will reverse the spell. And send these guys back to their universe.”

“And then what? We perish?”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Nah. No thanks, I’ll pass on that.”

“Let me out of here. Peter!”

“Strange, we can’t send them back. Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Well, some of these guys are gonna die.”

“Parker, it’s their fate.”

Peter huffed a slight chuckle, shaking his head.

“Come on Strange, have a heart.”

“Yeah, he doesn't have one of those.”

Strange looked over at you, shooting you a glare, causing you to shrug.

“You don’t.”

He clenched his jaw before he turned, looking back at Peter, shaking his head.

“In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. I’m sorry kid. If they die, they die.”

The box started to click as Strange closed his eyes, Osborn looking over at Peter, his eyes wide as Peter glanced back at you and the others.

“Peter!”

Peter clenched his jaw when he threw his arm out, webbing the box, Strange snapping his head towards him, slightly shaking his head.

“Don’t.”

Peter yanked the box towards him, lifting his other arm and shooting a web at Strange, sending him into the cell with the sandman.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“Peter, you gotta go.”

You looked over at Peter, nodding.

“Go!”

Peter nodded as he ran past us, MJ moving to stand in front of you and Ned, blocking the path to the door, holding her hands out. You grinned as you stood, your hands lighting with your powers as you moved to stand in front of her, glancing at her over your shoulder.

“Good thinking, but my plan’s better.”

Strange balled his hands into fists as he glared, shaking his head.

“This is why I never had kids.”

He walked through the barrier of the cell, Flint trying to follow after him. You shook your head as you stepped forward, glaring at Strange.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?

Strange looked over at you, huffing.

“Stay out of this, Stark. The spell has to be reversed.”

“The spell wouldn’t need to be reversed if you hadn’t messed it up.”

“The kid was interfering!”

You shot him a look as you scoffed, tilting your head to the side.

“How the hell did you ever become Sorcerer Supreme if you can be distracted while performing a spell?”

Strange clenched his jaw, glaring at you.

“Get out of my way Stark.”

“No.”

Strange huffed, shaking his head as he threw his arm out, waving it around, sparks appearing.

“You can’t stop me, Stark. You know that.”

“That was when you had the time stone. Time after that? You attacked at my most vulnerable. Well guess what? You don’t have the time stone. So no more cheating for you.”

“Why are her hands glowing?”

“I thought he was the wizard. The hell is she?”

“Witch, basically.”

MJ nodded, sharing a look with Ned.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Wizards, witches, the hell else this place got?”

You looked over at Max, grinning.

“Oh, so much.”

You threw your hand out, a ball of energy slamming into Strange, forcing him back into the cell. He huffed as he looked back over at you, muttering.

“I have a serious dislike for you.”

You shrugged, deepening your voice, mocking him.

“I have a serious dislike for you.’ Barf. Grow up Strange.”

“I will get that box, Stark.”

You shook your head, glaring at him.

“Not today you won’t.”

Strange shook his head, looking up at the ceiling before he disappeared. You dropped your hands, your powers fading as you looked back at MJ, shaking your head before you looked back at the cell. You made a face, looking between the cell and MJ.

“Did he just- I know he didn’t just go through the damn ceiling.”

“Oh, he did. Totally.”

You nodded at Max, huffing slightly.

“Okay then.”

“Mel-”

You turned, looking back at MJ.

“Peter!”

You nodded, flicking your hands out beside you.

“Right.”

You were just about to fly through the portal you’d made on the ceiling when there was a bright golden flash in front of you, MJ and Ned yelling your name as you fell down, cracking the floor as everything turned blurry before it all became dark. Ned made a face as he shook his head, looking over at MJ.

“Dude, what just happened?”

“Your wizard just whammied your witch.”

MJ glared at Max, causing him to lift his hands up in front of him as she knelt next to you, looking over at Ned.

“Help me move her.”

Ned nodded, walking towards you both.

“Yeah, right.”

They had just managed to pick you up when Peter appeared, causing Ned to jump, dropping you, MJ scrambling to catch your head before it hit the floor.

“Ned!”

He looked over at MJ, his eyes widening.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Peter made a face, gasping as he fell next to MJ, setting the box down next to him.

“What happened?”

“Your wizard whammied her.”

Peter shot a look over at Max, causing him to shrug.

“He did.”

“She was going after Dr. Strange and there was a bright flash and she was on the floor.”

MJ looked over at Peter, shaking her head.

“What happened with Dr. Strange?”

“Well, I uh-”

Peter lifted the ring he’d pocketed, holding it up between Mj and Ned.

“Stole his ring thing.”

“What?”

Peter nodded as Ned took the ring from him, looking it over.

“I was swinging through the city, and then I went though this massive mirror thing and then I was back.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s trapped, but I’m not sure for how long.”

“You could’ve just left us to die. Why didn’t you?”

MJ shook her head, looking over at Octavius.

“Because that’s not who he is.”

Peter stood up, walking towards the cells.

“I think I can help you guys. If I can fix what happened to you, then when you go back, things will be different and you might not die fighting Spiderman.”

“What do you mean, fix us?”

“Look, our technology is advanced-”

“I can help you.”

Osborn grinned as Peter looked over at him, nodding.

“You know, I’m something of a scientist myself. Octavius knows what I can do.”

Octavius scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fix? You mean like a dog? I refuse.”

“I can’t promise you guys anything, but at least this way, you actually get to go home and have a chance. A second chance. I mean, come on, isn’t that worth trying?”

“Trust me Peter, when you try to fix people, there are always consequences.”

Peter looked over at Connors, slightly shaking his head.

“I mean, you don’t have to come.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“I also didn’t know that you could talk.”

Connors shrugged, nodding slightly. 

“But if you stay here, you’re gonna have to deal with the wizard.”

“So we go along or we die. Not much of a choice, is it?”

“I just wanna go home.”

“Well, I myself don’t wanna be killed, especially by a guy dressed like dungeons and dragons, so what’s your plan?”

“I have it all under control.”

Peter turned, walking back towards MJ and Ned, whispering as he lifted the box.

“What are we gonna do about this thing?”

“Well, we need to find somewhere safe for it, right?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. You gotta take it.”

MJ shook her head, making a face.

“Wait, what?”

“If something bad happens, I’ll text you and then you just have to push this and then it’s all over, and they’ll all be gone.”

MJ looked down at you, carefully lowering your head to the floor before she stood, walking closer to Peter and Ned. 

“We’re going with you. We’re not gonna leave you.”

“You can’t come with me. It’s too dangerous. You guys have already done enough.”

“Peter, we’re in this together.”

Peter took a deep breath, nodding as he looked over at Ned.

“I know we’re in this together Ned, but I can’t do this if I know that you’re in danger, okay? So for me, MJ, please, just take this. Please.”

MJ glared slightly as she took the box, nodding.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“But Peter, I swear, if I don’t hever form you, I’m pressing the button.”

“Sure, okay.”

MJ looked over at the cells, glaring as she lifted her finger.

“And I will do it!”

“Yeah, we all believe you Michelle.”

Connors shook his head, huffing.

“No way that’s his girlfriend. No way.”

Peter nodded, looking over at the cells.

“She’ll do it.”

“Absolutely she will.”

“What about the witch?”

Peter made a face, looking over at Max who pointed at where you laid.

“The witch.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“She’s coming with us.”

“Why? What use is she to us?”

“YN is one of the smartest people in this world, and the most powerful.”

“She just got whammied by a dungeons and dragons cosplayer. I don’t think she’s all powerful.”

“She is.”

Peter turned back towards MJ and Ned, nodding.

“Go, I’ve got this.”

“See you later.”

“Be safe.”

“You too.”

Peter watched them walk out of the crypt, taking a deep breath before he turned back towards the cells.

“So uh, who’s coming with me?”

“Well, I’m in. But, if this goes sideways, I’m gonna fry you from the inside out.”

Peter nodded as he pulled his phone out, shooting off a quick text before he walked towards you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go.”

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“Is YN okay?”

“She will be.”

“Okay, good.”

Peter looked around as the multiverse men entered the apartment, slightly making a face as he counted heads.

“Where’s Connors?”

“He told me he wants to stay in the truck.”

“Okay.”

Peter walked into the apartment after May, careful not to hit your head as he kicked the door shut.

“Alarm systems, deactivated.”

“Hey May?”

May leaned closer to Peter, nodding.

“Yeah?”

“I feel kinda bad using Happy’s place like this.”

May scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, no, no. He’ll get over it. Consider it payback for tricking us into staying here instead of one of YN’s places.”

Peter grinned as he walked into the living room, moving towards the couch. May moved a pillow so it was laying down, holding your head steady as Peter lowered you onto the couch. 

“So this is your plan Peter? No lab, no facilities, just performing miracles in a condominium? What, you’re gonna cook up some churros, some frozen burritos in a microwave?”

Norman looked up from Dummy, nodding slightly.

“I could go for a burrito.”

Dr. Octavius scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

“Well, let’s hope not. You’re up first, Doc.”

Peter tapped Octavius’ shoulder as he passed him, Octavius shaking his head.

“What? Hey, I told you. I don’t need fixing. Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelor’s junk drawer.”

“No, no, no.”

Max shook his head, walking after Peter.

“He’s got something back there. I can feel it. That weird energy.”

“What the hell is that?”

Peter looked over at Norman as he pressed the button, nodding.

“It’s a fabricator.”

The fabricator started to grow, Peter taking a step back.

“It can analyze, design, construct, basically anything.”

May tilted her head to the side, her eyes wide.

“I thought that was a tanning bed Happy broke.”

She looked over at Peter, grinning slightly.

“Wonder if YN knows he has that.”

Peter slightly made a face, cocking his head to the side, nodding.

“Well, I’d assume so.”

Max’s eyes flickered golden, muttering.

“Look at that.”

Octavius jumped when there was a crash, turning, seeing part of the machine through the wall, muttering.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

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“Look at this place. And all the possibilities.”

“What? This condo?”

Max nodded, turning towards Flint.

“Yeah. Yeah, the condo. I love the whole overfloor plan.”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“No! No, man. I’m talking about the world. I kinda like who I am here. And all that power back there? I could be so much more. So why did you come here?”

“I have a daughter. And I wanna see her. But he’s not gonna send anyone home till he’s finished his little science project back there.”

“You trust him?”

Flint crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

“I don’t trust anyone. How’d you end up like that anyway?”

“The place I worked at, they were experimenting with electricity created by living organisms, and then I fell into a vat of electric eels.”

“You’re kidding. I fell into a supercollider.”

“Damn. Gotta be careful where you fall.”

“I got it!”

Peter slid to a stop, looking at May.

“I did it. Will you send him up?”

“Yup. Here we go.”

Peter ran up the stairs as May pressed the button on the tablet, lifting Octavius up into the air with the tentacles.

“Hold on, Doc.”

“All of these humiliations never cease.”

Peter grabbed Octavius’ head, pushing his head down so he could access his neck.

“You! Keep your science fair project away from me!”

“Hey, it will work. Have faith.”

“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster.”

“Please stop. Hold still.”

“Don’t you dare. I swear, when I get out of this wicker, I’m gonna-”

He stopped talking, his head falling forward as the tentacles powered down.

“Doc? Doc? Doctor Octavius?”

He gasped, jerking too.

“It’s so quiet. Those voices, inside my head. I’d almost forgotten.”

“Otto.”

“Yes. Norman.”

Octavius was lowered to the ground, smiling.

“It’s me.”

Peter jumped down, landing in front of Dr. Octavius, smiling as Flint slightly nodded.

“Would you look at that.”

Peter returned acces of the tentacles to Octavius, one of the arms moving towards Peter’s chest, returning the nanos.

“I’m grateful, dear boy. Truly.”

“Yeah. You’re welcome.”

“How can I help?”

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Peter jerked, tensing as he set the tools he was using down, making a face as he stood, Octavius and Norman turning, looking over at him.

“Peter?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

Peter walked out of the room, Octavius and Norman following behind him.

“May?”

May walked down the stairs, looking over at Peter.

“What is it Peter?”

“What’s happening?”

Peter came to a stop, looking around the room. Max glared, huffing as Norman walked out from behind Octavius towards the window.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he threw his arm out, webbing Norman’s hand with the bomb, Norman smikring as he turned.

“That’s some neat trick. That sense of yours.”

“Norman?”

“Norman’s on sabbatical honey.”

Max made a face, stepping back.

“The hell?”

“Goblin.”

“No more darker half?”

May slowly backed into the other room, grabbing the remaining cures, stuffing them into a bag.

“Did you really think that I’d let that happen? That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you?”

“You don’t know me.”

“Don’t I? I saw how she trapped you. Fighting her holy moral mission. We don’t need you to save us. We don’t need to be fixed. These are not curses. They’re gifts.”

“Norman, no.”

“Quiet lap dog.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don’t have to choose. We take.”

“May, run!”

May ran past Octavius and Peter, running to the door as Max yanked his cure off his chest, Norman breaking free from the webbing holding him. Max lifted his hand, electricity surging around his hand as he pulled the arc reactor from the fabricator, Peter leaning back before it could hit him. Norman punched Peter, causing him to hit the bottom of the staircase while Flint left.

“Oh my god. What have you done?”

Max looked down at the reactor, his electricity changing colors as the lights flickered. He turned towards Octavius, glaring at him.

“I liked you better before.”

He lifted his arm, hitting Octavius with a surge of power, pushing him through the window. Max walked towards the window, his powers surging as Flint created a sand storm, falling into the mix before he zapped away, Flint flying in the opposite direction.

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Your head felt stuffy as you slowly came to, blinking as you looked up at the ceiling. 

“What the hell?”

You groaned as you sat up, everything spinning for a few seconds. You looked around, slightly making a face. 

“What the hell am I doing in Happy’s apartment?”

You looked down when you saw a golden flicker, seeing sparks dancing between your fingers for a few seconds before it disappeared.

“What the hell?”

You shook your head as you looked around the apartment, getting a better look at the place, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god.”

You stood up, staggering for a second before you gained your footing, stepping over the debris, yelling.

“May! Peter!”

You checked the entire apartment for any sign of them, running out of the apartment, gasping.

“Oh god.”

The hall was just as worse as the inside, if not more. You walked further down the hall, stopping at the hole that stretched halfway to the end of the hall, looking down. The hole went down aat least two floors, causing you to wince as you looked for the door to the stairs, rolling your eyes. Of course the stairs had to be at the other end of the hall. You turned when you heard sirens, running to the window, looking down. News vans and cops littered the ground, your eyes widening.

“Shit.”

You turned, slightly shaking your head as you took a deep breath, running forward. You were about to jump when something slammed into you, causing you to groan as you landed on your back. You looked up, tensing.

“Lizard man.”

Hee smirked, his tongue slithering out as he tilted his head to the side.

“Connors.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Right, Connors. Apologies.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Now, where do you think you're going?”

You glanced around, trying to find a way out from under him.

“Anywhere but here.”

He nodded, leaning closer down to you.

“Peter, he needs your help. Too bad you can’t offer him that.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring up at him.

“Peter’s only trying to do the right thing. He’s trying to help you. All of you.”

“We’re not broken toys that need to be fixed.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You sure about that? Because you're a lizard when you should be a man.”

He huffed, glaring down at you.

“You’ll learn, just like Peter’ll learn.”

You growled, shaking your head as you lifted your leg, kicking him. His shock caused him to lean up, giving you enough space to crawl back away from him, turning and jumping to your feet, running towards the door that led to the stairwell.

“Not so fast.”

You gasped when something wrapped around your ankle, yanking you back. Your face slammed into the floor, your teeth grinding together as you were dragged down the hall. Connors picked you up by the back of your shirt, slamming you into the wall, the wall cracking around you as you groaned, something wet dripping from your hairline.

“You’re not going to be of much help.”

You flicked your hand out, gasping when he lifted you, tossing you down the hall. You stopped at the edge of the hole, your chest heaving as you looked down and then back at Connors. You tried using your powers again, making a face when nothing happened.

“Seriously?”

You looked back at Connors, watching as he started to make his way towards you. You tried again, huffing when you didn’t feel the familiar pull of your powers.

“Fucking Strange.”

Connors started to move faster, and you looked down at the hole, making a decision. With a gasp you fell backwards, falling into the hole just as Connors made a swipe at you. You groaned when you landed, shakingly getting onto your knees. Your head hurt, just like the rest of you did, but you pushed it to the side when you heard a crash, your eyes widening.

“Peter.”

You shakingly stood, wincing before you ran towards the end of the hall, pulling the door open. You glanced at the floor number, huffing.

“Of course it had to be at the top.”

You started to run down the stairs, tensing when you heard a crash, seeing Connors running after you.

“Seriously?”

You peeked over the railing, huffing slightly.

“Screw this.”

You jumped over the railing, falling a few floors before you reached out, grabbing onto the railing, slamming into the side, huffing. You groaned as you pulled yourself over the railing, falling onto the steps. You reached up, touching at the sore spot on your hand, your fingertips coated in your blood. You huffed, shaking your head.

“Fucking Strange.”

Not only did he take your powers, but he took your healing ability too? Low blow. Sparing a glance above you, you saw Connors still coming after you.

“Seriously? Asshole.”

You started running again, a slight limp to your step when you heard a crash, metal pieces falling next to you, causing you to move to the side when there was a growl. You looked up, jumping when you saw Connors grinning at you.

“I told you, you would learn.”

You went to jump over the railing again when his tail wrapped around your middle, swinging you back before he let you go, causing you to fly through the wall, groaning as you landed on a table, the table breaking under you. Pushing yourself up, you looked down at your arm, seeing the trail of blood.

“Fuck.”

Connors came rushing into the room, flicking his tail to the side as he looked down at you.

“Peter said you were the smartest person in the world. The most powerful. But you’re not. You’re weak.”

You looked around, reaching towards the vase, throwing it at Connor’s head, jumping up and running. He huffed a laugh as you ran out of the apartment, running down the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Connors grabbed you, slamming you into the wall, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

“Yo- you want to stay a lizard, I suggest you get out of here. This place is surrounded by cops. If they find you, I can promise you they will do whatever it takes to turn you back, humane or not.”

He growled, glancing out the window, looking at the flashing lights.

“I’m serious. They were willing to drug me just to get to Peter. What do you think they’ll do to you when they find out you’re not even from this universe? They’ll lock you up. Experiment on you. You’d get to learn what it’s like to be the experiment instead of the experimenter.”

He growled, his grip on your neck tightening for a second before he was letting you go, glaring as you dropped to the floor, heaving. You rubbed your neck, looking up at him.

“You should go. Now.”

He ran towards the end of the hall, jumping out of the window. You shook your head as you pulled yourself up, using the wall for support.

“Asshole.”

You ran back to the stairwell, checking the floor number, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw there were only two floors left.  Using the railing for support you ran down the last set of stairs, running out of the stairwell, your eyes widening. Peter was on the floor, Norman holding him up by his head as May faced them, holding a pipe in her hand. You ran towards them, screaming her name when you saw the glider appear behind her, slamming into her.

“May!”

“Peter, Peter, Peter.”

You ran to May, dropping to your knees beside her.

“May, May, hey, come on, wake up.”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering as she looked over at you.

“YN? You’re awake, that’s good.”

You huffed a laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m gonna kick Strange’s ass when I see him again.”

She looked you over, slightly shaking her head as she reached up, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“You’re hurt.”

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

You shook your head, offering her a small smile.

“I’m fine.”

She nodded slightly, looking around.

“Whe- where’s Peter?”

She tried to sit up, causing you to shake your head as you stopped her, gently laying her back down.

“No, no, no. Don’t move.”

“Peter. You can thank me later.”

“He’s right over-”

You turned, looking over your shoulder.

“He’s right over-”

Your eyes widened when you saw Peter and Norman, gasping when Norman threw a bomb towards you.

“No!”

Peter jumped, his fingers skimming the bomb. You turned, throwing yourself over May, covering her body with yours as the bomb went off.

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[oftenderweapons]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 5k

Genre: smut, pwp, slightest angst, plenty of fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+, minors scroll away.

Synopsis: Set after the events in Illicit Affairs | MYG, Kitten finds the courage to take that step that always makes her a bit uneasy. She finds out her brave decision was way more than worth it.

Warnings: angst in forms of them needing to part because of Yoongi's schedule, and Kitten's toxic ex, and Yoongi's shoulder (he's still injureed in this one). Swearing, very descriptive unprotected oral sex (female and male receiving) face riding, blindfold, sub!yoongi, breast worship (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), squirting, ofc cumeating, spitting kink (? i guess it's called snowballing technically).

Author's note: This was requested by @dani2008aguilar (tags arent working dumblr, fix that) so thank you Dani and another special mention goes to the wifey @joheunsaram who betaed this lovingly (and hornily LOL)

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There were many things you had chosen not to say.

First, that you were scared of Yoongi leaving so early in your attempt at a relationship.

Second, that a part of you still feared him finding someone better — more understanding, unproblematic, empathetic.

Third, that you wanted to hide in his bed and stay there, possibly forever, possibly with him.

For now, you were just lounging there, hair wet, body naked and wrapped in a towel.

He was currently in the bathroom, flossing and shaving. He was so neat. Such a maniacal perfectionist.

You snickered at the thought and stood, getting rid of your towel and putting on one of his t-shirts. The glass wall dividing the shower from the bedroom was largely appreciated by Yoongi at that moment. The design that had convinced him and Namjoon both to buy an apartment in that building was definitely worth the money.

Yoongi stared at your frame in one of his signature FG shirts, your breasts and curves making the hem hit a couple inches higher than his usual fit.

Once he entered the room, he laid down on his side of the bed, waiting for you to join. He looked adorable in his light, loose pajamas, so soft and blatantly expensive. It was one of the few items he was willing to spend good money on — with the exception of music equipment.

You found your place on the bed and snuggled up against him.

“Isn't it getting a bit too hot to sleep all cuddled up?”

You blinked at that and scooted away. It was confusing since he was the one who would always stick to you by morning come; still, you let it slide. It would be your last night together before his so-called “cramming-week” and he wanted space. So you gave it to him, no matter how disappointing it felt.

However, it was as if he could sense he had said something wrong. “Kitten?”

“Yes.”

He came closer, spooning you. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Mh mh,” you confirmed drily.

His hand suddenly appearing around your waist almost disturbed you. “Kitten?”

You moved away to shut the light. Yoongi was confused.

“Love?”

“Let's sleep. It will be a long week.” You fluffed up your pillow and found your sleeping position.

On the opposite side of the bed, he switched on his light. “I won't be able to sleep until you tell me what happened.”

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Why are you upset at me? Because of the cuddles? I was being sarcastic and we both know I wanted them!” he complained petulantly.

“Then don't make me feel like shit about them!” you snapped back almost loudly.

Yoongi froze a little at your remark. “I'm sorry about what I said, ____. I was teasing you but it's okay if you're not in the mood. I'd like some cuddles, please.”

You exhaled and opened your arms at him. He immediately threw himself at you, closing his eyes once he felt you starting to pet him affectionately. “I overreacted. The distance thing worries me.”

He nodded and kissed your chest. “I'm sorry I didn't get you. I should have asked.”

“There's also… something else, I guess…” you started vaguely.

“What is it?” He immediately sat up straight, cupping your cheek. “Are you okay? Is this okay? Are you—”

“Everything is fine,” you reassured him quickly. “It's just that there's something I've wanted to ask you the whole day and I kept telling myself I needed to find the right timing and I kept postponing and I feel like I have no time left now.”

“Kitten,” he cooed sympathetically, fondly.

“I want uh… I— Would you like, uhm… to go down on me?” you almost whispered, your words rushing out of your mouth.

He blinked a couple times. “You want it now?” He watched you blush and look away before gripping your chin and making you look at him. “Look at me and tell me if you want it now or not.” As you tried to avert your gaze, he moved like a snake to maintain eye contact.

“Yes, now,” you confirmed shyly.

He placed his lips on yours delicately, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “I'm sorry I reacted that way. Did you feel like I was doing what your ex did?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him, secretly so grateful for his understanding. “I know you're not him, but sometimes I prefer not asking than being denied. And I don't want you to feel forced into saying yes.”

“Trust me, you don't need to convince me,” he started kissing down your jawline, reaching your ear and purring against it as he murmured, “I was born for this.”

You chuckled as your toes curled, his voice working its magic on you, as always. “I bet you are.”

“I can't wait to prove it to you.” He slotted his leg between yours, letting you grind against it as he dedicated some more attention to your neck and chest.

“Do you want me to take the shirt off?” you asked, lost in the feel of him so absorbed by your body.

“As long as you're comfy,” he replied tenderly, his fingers slipping the neckline to the side so he could nibble and suck at your collarbone. “We're just getting started.”

You snickered and threw your head back, giving him more of your naked skin. “What would you say if I asked for a blindfold?”

Yoongi slowed down and parted from you, his expression sultry as he looked into your eyes. “Won't that trigger you?”

You shook your head. “I want to focus on the feeling and… I mean, in the past, not looking helped my mind from wandering.”

With a kiss on your cheek, he rose and stretched to his drawer. “What's our safeword, Kitten?”

“Yellow to slow down, Red to stop. Green to go,” you replied diligently, watching him rummage into his drawer until a gummy smile accompanied him fishing out a black silk blindfold. “I use it for travelling.”

You snorted in a very unimpressed way. “Yeah, sure.”

His petty expression made you laugh as he arched an eyebrow and sat on his heels. “We both know you don't want me to edge you, right?”

His tone made your laugh freeze on your lips, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it off, trying to appease him with the sight of your naked chest. “Sorry,” you mumbled meekly.

He nodded to himself and climbed on top of you. “It's okay. We're good, baby. I just need you to remember you are the one who requested the blindfold, so you're in control of it, okay? You can wear it, take it off, burn it, I don't care. It's your own toy and you're in power. Okay?”

You nodded and settled down, propping yourself up.

“I know you've done this before and just avoided it with your ex, but if anything triggers you, you give me your safeword. You're in charge, yes? I am serving you,” Yoongi stated clearly. “You have all the power. To stop me, to order me around, to use me and move on me however you like.” His gaze was steady as he held your eyes with his. “I'm bottoming for you, are you alright with that?”

You didn't know it was actually contemplated in the picture. And the idea of Yoongi being so adamant in his will to submit was not only enlightening but also arousing. “I don't want to hurt you though.”

“I can set my boundaries. I'll use the safewords too if I need them.”

“Okay then,” you confirmed, trying to relax.

He laid on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he touched his lips to yours. “How are you feeling?” he asked, closing his eyes and feeling your skin with his face. The smoothness of your neck under his lips, the warmth of your chest against his cheek, the light sheen of perspiration between your breasts meeting the tip of his nose, his mouth, and the taste of your sweat on his tongue, salty, an anticipation of the flavour of your wetness.

And then the softness of your breast under his teeth, grazing your flesh before sinking in. And then the rough texture of your nipple.

“I'm doing perfect,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair. “You're so lovely, baby.”

Yoongi smiled and nuzzled up against your chest. “I know,” he teased before turning serious. “You make me like that,” he praised you before sucking your flesh into his mouth.

“You love sucking my boobs, don't you?”

He stayed attached to you and nodded. The motion made your insides clench. He released your skin with a pop, nuzzling it with his nose to dry it — but also to check that it bruised enough to stick around for a week, while he’s gone. And your blood vessels bloomed so close to the surface that not abusing them was a shame. He would have marked your whole body if he could have.

You enjoyed watching him for a minute before grabbing the blindfold and putting it on. You knew that not looking was in large part an excuse to experiment with him. You wanted the trust. And you wanted to feel him, only him. You would have plenty of time to watch him do that in the future. Right then you wanted to dive into sensations — focus on how different it feels rather than looks.

Something wet, soft, hot circled your belly button. His tongue. And then his teeth nibbled at it. You knew you had to be gooey between your legs. You felt the creamy wetness already.

Yoongi’s hands landed on the inside of your knees, spreading you wide.

Yoongi was never one to believe in the motto ‘the world is your oyster’. He preferred willing surrender rather than reckless exploitation.

But now, with your legs spread wide in front of him and that wet, salty scent filling his nostrils, with the way your breasts moved so blatantly in front of him rising and falling with deep breaths, your folds glistening as he parted them with his fingers, he found the small pearl between your legs. He had been offered an oyster, and he was ready to enjoy every single millimetre of it until you were begging for reprieve to gods unknown.

He grabbed two pillows from his side of the bed and slid an arm behind your lower back. “Lift your hips, please, love.”

You did as he asked, lowering yourself only to find out your hips were significantly raised now.

“This way my neck won’t cramp. It will feel good, I promise.” Yoongi’s words hit two inches shy of your mound, his hot breath fanning over your damp skin.

“Just lick me already,” you breathed out, only slightly exasperated.

He chuckled, tempting you. He brushed his lips against your labia. “What did you say, Kitten?”

You felt your cheeks heat up and your voice cracked a little as you complained — with way less outrage now — “Just lick me already.”

He laughed. And then he delivered.

His first lick was glorious, slow, torturing. He pushed his tongue into your entrance, then he slipped it out. And then he licked up.

It was heaven. And the moment he found your clit, you knew you had the longest night of your life right in front of you.

You mewled.

“Just like that, kitty cat,” he taunted you before his tongue turned serpentine, heading back down and drawing a series of tantalising curves with the very tip of it before delivering three short and dainty licks to your very clit — not the hood, not the sides —, each in a different direction.

He closed his mouth, rubbed his lips side to side against your core, covering his lower face in your juices.

“Any requests? Suggestions?” he murmured, stopping for half a second.

“Everything you did but more and harder,” you panted, gasping in disrespect as he grabbed your legs and spread you wider, turning ravenous over you, sucking your nectar out of you and spitting it over your folds. He was literally in heaven. He was feasting, his mind was hazy and his heart was beating old songs of desire and mirth. He watched your skin glisten, he heard it squelch and he tasted it as his spit and your wetness mixed up. It was so beautiful he closed his eyes and dove into it all. He didn’t care. He was just a man, and you were his object of worship.

He knew he would need hours to feel like he had done everything he could and finally give in to exhaustion. But he wasn’t anywhere close to even a mild tiresomeness, so he got into his rightful position and dug in.

You didn’t know what was happening. He had one thousand tongues. One thousand hands.

He touched everything, tickled every spot, licked every inch, turned you inside out. You weren’t sure you were still you by the time your first high came around.

You needed to clench around something but he refused to give you that, no matter how hard you begged, how much you promised, how desperately you bargained. He gave you ten percent of what a true orgasm would have been by denying you fullness.

You ended up sobbing, pushing, pulling, thrusting into him, wriggling like a feral beast underneath him, trying to escape him while he pinned you down with all the strength he had.

You could only feel tongues. Thousands of them.

And then, while oversensitivity possessed you, he had the brilliantly cruel idea of catching your clitoris in his mouth — and sucking. Hard.

Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing it, tugging at it — away — then pressing him back down when you found out that tightened his hold and made it all even more unbearable.

Yoongi had the vague impression you had to be screaming. He didn’t care. He heard a beeping sound in his ears — it usually meant the head was good. He didn’t have the heart to ask you; first, because he didn’t fish for compliments; second, because his mouth was too busy to talk and he was very happy with whatever it was doing at that moment.

He only stopped when you begged for a breath, which he conceded only because he was feeling a bit too breathless himself.

You tugged the blindfold off looking at him just in time to catch him wiping his face with his forearm.

“You’re fucking insane!” you exclaimed, slapping at his hand as he tried to bring it between your legs. “Gimme ten minutes or something!” you joked — while also being pretty serious.

He chuckled. “Feedback?”

You shook your head and threw it back on the pillow. “I’ll ask for this a lot. But you’d better slide those pretty fingers in next time or I swear I’ll never let you eat me out ever again.”

He kissed your belly. “I’ll slide my fingers in the day you’ll look me in the eye while you fuck my face.”

Your face boiled at the thought. It wasn’t ‘oral sex’, or ‘eating out’ or ‘going down’. It’s ‘fucking his face’, with all the rowdiness and dirtiness it entailed. It was feral and forbidden and so extremely naughty, with a pinch of vulgar and unspeakable.

You loved it.

“The blindfold stays off,” you announced, cosying up into your spot, fluffing the pillow behind your head. “I’m ready.”

He grinned. “You want to watch me, kitty cat?” That was his nickname. The one you used to tease him with. It wasn’t the usual ‘Kitten’ he used with you — he was taunting you.

“I want your prodigious fingers inside me, kitty cat.”

He showed you his gummy smile. “You’re a fast learner. Grab my head, I won’t be happy till I’m gasping for air.”

“You know a job well done,” you teased, cupping his crown and pushing him down, till his chin and lips and nose slid down your mound, rubbing against it in a way that made you shiver. “Just do it again but fuck me with your fingers this time.”

He lapped at your entrance three, four times, letting his drool slide all the way to his fingers — two awaiting just below your entrance. He realised he was rubbing himself against the sheets below him. He wanted a pillow.

He didn’t know how but you noticed and passed him one. Call it the perk of sleeping with too many pillows.

His situation fixed, he turned back to work. He was more than grateful to do so, his fingers inside you started rubbing that perfect spot, the one he had learnt so well with all the random fucking you had done in the last week or so. “Which kind of motion do you like?”

You stared at his face. His cheeks were adorably red, his hair curling at the tips with perspiration, and his eyes were so black, flooded with frenzy. “Try a few, I liked more than one.”

He nodded. “Stop me with the right one, okay? I want to please you, Kitten.”

You combed his hair back, trying to get the best view of his tongue lolling out and tentatively flicking it against your clit.

And there he was: the glorious Min Yoongi. Tongue out, bubblegum pink, eyes closed as he took a larger lick, slurping side to side slowly, voluptuously, sucking at the labia diving in to rub his nose to your folds, to smell you, taste you, feel you.

His fingers were relentless while his mouth assaulted your cunt, robbing it of every ounce of pleasure you could offer.

At some point you realised you were flexing your quads, trying to push into him, against him. He seemed to realise it as he took a pause, using his nose to nudge your clit as he spoke. “Fuck my face, Kitten. Just hold my fucking head and rub yourself over my face. I hold my tongue still and you slide on it.”

You tried to imagine it. “You put it inside and I like… in-out—”

“God no, babe.” He hardened his tongue and nodded, the tough muscle rubbing against you.

“Oh fucking— Goodness, yes!” you sobbed, feeling your orgasm crest over you.

He stopped moving once your body responded naturally, your hands grabbing his hair and tugging him into motion while your hips started to fuck up, against his awaiting tongue.

“Yoongs—” you gasped, your glutes flexing faster, till you felt your hips cramp.

You clamped them shut in response, Yoongi continuing unfazed as he recognised the crest of your climax before you started tumbling down the high at breakneck speed — the same speed at which you were pushing yourself against him.

Yoongi was positively surprised. He had been waiting to see you like this for so long, and now your tits were bouncing as you thrusted up, throwing yourself at him with all your might.

You were unbridled and beautiful and in that precise moment he felt like he was fully serving his duty.

He felt accomplished. The fact that he was also on the verge of his own orgasm was a minor inconvenience to him, one that he solved easily.

“Sit on my face,” he spoke once your clit was too sensitive and you forced him away — his fingers still ministering their attentive stroking against your walls, slow, deliciously so.

“Are you sure?”

“Just sit on my damn face, babe. I promise you’ll love it.” He kissed your belly, then looked at you.

You were sweaty, dishevelled, as if you’d ran a marathon in the middle of August. You didn’t look tired, though.

You were glowing and insatiable. “Okay. How?”

He wrapped his arms around your legs, his hands holding the small of your back. “Follow me,” he said before he rolled on his back and dragged you with him.

You huffed at the manoeuvre, using your hands to steady yourself once you found your hips straddling his face.

“Like this. Good Kitten.”

You chuckled, ready to find a remark when he decided to spread your labia with his thumbs and dig in once more.

“You’re hungry, uh?”

“You’d better remember your safeword because I won’t stop till I collapse.” He was rock hard. His pyjamas were stroking him just barely and he could still feel himself pulse. He hoped at some point he would be lucky enough for you to notice him, and kind enough to offer him relief.

You smiled. “Just this last one, okay? I need you alive and well so you can cram all week and I can fuck you dry next weekend.” You touched his hair. “Just for safety, pinch my leg twice if I’m hurting you, okay?”

He nodded meekly. “Okay.” He looked into your eyes. “I love you, Kitten.”

You licked your lips. You were somehow aware that what you felt for Yoongi couldn’t be just love. It had to be something stronger, something superior.

Or maybe no one had ever loved you before. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

All softness was gone after that. He ravished you once more, tapping his tongue three, four times against your nub before lashing it out, mercilessly.

And then he began to suck.

“God no…” You knew what was about to happen. It had never happened like this before though. Maybe it was because of his fingers hitting an unexpected nook. Maybe it was the combination of all the motions. Maybe the position. “I’m gonna—”

Yoongi was alert, but not worried. You would have already punched him in the face if anything was going wrong.

Instead you were moving faster, harder against him.

He was ecstatic.

He let it happen. He watched it happen.

One second he was sucking your clit, the next his entire face was drenched, covered in a transparent liquid without smell or taste.

It was the first time it ever happened to him — and he was fucking glad you were the first to ever reward his hard work like this.

Meanwhile, you were lost someplace between heaven and hell, your confusion long abandoned as you simply basked in the moment.

Min Yoongi had just made you squirt all over his face and chest and he was basking in it like a gladiator in his crowd’s cheers.

You had screamed his name too, most definitely causing misery to all your neighbours, but you were too high to care.

When you came back, Yoongi was still slowly, diligently licking you, this time with tenderness and dedication. If you had fucked his face before, now he was making out with your cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.

“Quite a show, my love,” he murmured.

He had loved watching your breasts bounce, your head thrown back, your thighs wiggling at the way you were riding him. And your face — sweet mercy, your face…

He was lost in you.

“The neighbours are gonna hate me.”

Yoongi chuckled and shrugged. “They’ll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs.” He helped you lay back on the covers.

“Fuck, look at this mess—” you fussed immediately, noticing the wetness on the grey covers.

“I’ll deal with that. You go clean up,” he said, drying his face with the sheets before turning towards you, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

You frowned at how impersonal it felt, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer before planting your lips on his, pushing your tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing you to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you.

And then you felt it, his crotch against your hip. “I’m gonna blow you,” you whispered, more as a declaration than a request.

He whined, but still he rolled onto his back, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. “It’ll be the easiest orgasm you’ve claimed from me.”

You giggled and settled between his legs, rolling down his bottoms and underwear just enough to free his dick. “Damn, you’re delicious,” you murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.

He hissed and thrusted up.

You wasted no time: you swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with your hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in your palm.

Three strokes and his hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting your tongue.

“I fucking love you, Kitten,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “I fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock.” You bobbed your head on him even more enthusiastically. “I love every damn thing about you, baby.”

He was so far gone and you were so helplessly proud of it.

He spilled inside you in a minute, and you took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.

His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.

You simply smeared the last bubble of cum he had to offer and headed back up, at his side.

As he stared into your eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, you pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.

Tentatively, letting him understand what was happening, you rolled on top of him, only a couple inches separating your lips from his.

You got closer.

One inch.

Half.

You opened your mouth, letting a lazy dribble of pleasure roll down your tongue and fall into his awaiting one.

He purred at the gesture, showing you how he swallowed it before he arched up, and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against your hip.

And then you found yourself laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.

Not even in your worst night you had managed to make half the mess you were seeing in that moment.

“We need to shower. Again,” you commented, Yoongi peacefully kissing your chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed.

“Just a minute,” he debated before hearing you dissent.

“Come on, kitty cat. You can nap on the tiddies later. Let’s go shower.”

“I want cuddles,” he spoke through a pout.

That made your heart melt. “I’ll cuddle you in the shower.”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

You chuckled. “We can take a bath, baby.” You kissed the top of his head. You had no idea who was the messier between the two of you at the moment. You only knew it was your turn to take care of your kitty cat tonight.

You managed to slide out of bed and get Yoongi’s favourite bath bomb in the tub while some warm water was running. You almost had to princess-carry him to the bathroom, his face nuzzled into your neck while you managed to make him waddle there as he hugged you.

Then he fussed some more when you had to leave him in the tub alone to change the sheets — thanking the waterproof mattress cover while you changed every single item of bedding, frowning at the three out of six pillows that needed to be washed.

It took you maybe ten minutes before you were back in the bathroom, spooning Yoongi in the tub, rubbing his shoulder and neck.

“I want to meet your physiotherapist,” you murmured. “I want to learn how to soothe your shoulder and back muscles. Your neck too. You spend too much time hunched over your desk.”

He nodded absentmindedly. “You don’t need to baby me because of the shoulder.”

“I know.” You proved your point by pressing two specific points at the base of his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure and relief. “This is why I want to learn.”

Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll arrange a meeting.”

He leaned back into your chest, turning his face to the side and rubbing the tip of his nose against your neck. “I like when you take care of me when I’m tired.”

You smiled. He was the one who babied you when you were tired, spoiling you rotten. It was only natural for you to return the favour just as ardently. “I do, too.” You also loved babying him when he was vulnerable and lovely and exhausted.

“I love you a lot. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve for you.”

You felt your eyes water a little. How had someone so delicate and strong and committed ended up in your life? How was he so perfect, so made for you?

“And I’ll protect it from anyone who wants to hurt you.” It was a pact. He would be open to you, and you would never hurt all the gentle, tender sides he showed you, all his unshielded softnesses. “Allow me to protect you,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his temple. “I know I’m difficult, and unfriendly and rough—”

“You’re not. You’re tough and loyal and determined. And you’re so, so loved for it.” You naturally found his hands, speaking that language he knew so well. You wrapped your arms around him. Kissed his forehead. “You’re so, so loved too, Yoongi.”

You felt him relax in your embrace. “I like it when you hold my hands.”

For the first time in years, you felt it.

Peace.

“I like it too.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Hi babe! I was wondering if I may request a friends to lovers smutty fic with Andy Or Ari please? Something where the tension just gets too much. 🥴 I’m feeling a bit down because I’m single and don’t want to be. 🙃 Your fics are so well written and cheer me up all the time. ☺️ Also, I hope you receive this request because not once has anyone I requested before responded to it. I think it must be Dumblr’s fault though. No obligation to you, of course! Thank you 💕

Ooh, I think I can whip something up!! I do love friends to lovers and while I could do this for either babe I’m leaning towards Andy soooo...

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, friends to lovers, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

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You were feeling a very pleasant buzz from all the beer you’d consumed, and maybe a little from the grin Andy was giving you from across the patio.

It was your friend Beck’s first barbecue of the year. The weather was finally starting to warm up, and even though there was still a little chill in the air, your little group was itching to be outdoors. 

“Y/N? Hey!!” Connie snapped her fingers in front of your face when she realized you weren’t paying attention, groaning when she followed your line of sight to see what was holding your gaze. “Really?”

“What?” You said innocently, taking another sip of beer as you turned your eyes back to her, giggling a little when Andy winked at you. 

“Oh my god, you two need to just do it already.” She sighed, rolling her eyes at you.

“Would you shut the fuck up! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, friends who openly eye-fuck each other every chance they get.”

You just snorted at her and popped a chip in your mouth. It was true that you and Andy had been flirting a little bit more than usual, but that was just the relationship you had. Yeah, if his hand lingered on your shoulder a little longer than necessary, or you leaned against him when you were watching a movie, or if you thought about sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, that was just what friends did, right?

Wait...

“Oh shit.” You gasped, looking at your beer and wondering if maybe you should have stopped after four.

“You’re both idiots.” Connie said, shaking her head as she watched you have a tiny existential crisis. “No, Beck, put that thing away!”

The sounds of guitar tuning cut through the night and everyone on the patio groaned as your host started strumming a few chords.

“Aww, you guys love it!” Beck called over the jeers of the party goers. “Y/N, c’mon, I know you wanna sing with me.”

“No, I’m not gonna be that person.” You said with a shake of your head. “Wait, is that Carly Simon?”

The entire group rolled their eyes once you started singing, because you were that person. Connie scurried away from you once you began using your bottle as a microphone, dancing like an idiot and moving closer to Beck as the two of you harmonized. 

“Andy, I know you know this one!” You grinned at him, holding your hand out invitingly as Beck started playing Sweet Child o’ Mine.

“No, no, Y/N, I’m not singing.” He said as you tried to drag him to join you, a look of panic coming over his face.

“Shit, I broke a string! Shut the fuck up, assholes!” Beck said as he moved back to the house, the rest of the group applauding as the two of you finally stopped.

“You lucked out, Barber. I’m gonna get you to sing with me one of these days.” You teased, clapping your hand on his shoulder and squeezing before you could think about what you were doing.

“What’re you doing, Y/N?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow at you as you ran your hand down his arm and swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know. Do you wanna get out of here?” What were you doing?

“Yeah, I’ll walk you home.” Holy shit it was working.

The two of you said your goodbyes and grabbed your things before starting to walk back to your house. Andy wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked, and you felt your stomach do a couple of flips.

“So glad it’s starting to warm up.” He said cheerily while you did your best to think of a way to bring up the fact that you wanted to climb him like a tree. “Can’t believe it’s still light outside.”

“Yeah, I’m so ready for it to be summer.” You muttered, chewing on your lip and leaning against him.

“We should do a beach trip! Or camping.” He was rubbing your arm and your heart felt like it was going to thump out of your chest.

“Yeah, my parent’s beach house was just renovated and we could use that. I’ll text the group to see when would work for everybody.”

“Oh, the group, sure.” He sounded a little disappointed.

“Oh, did... did you not want to invite the whole group?” You were doing your best to not sound too hopeful.

“We can do whatever, it’s fine.” His shoulders moved in an uncomfortable shrug as he removed his arm from around you.

“Andy, I’m asking what you want.” 

The two of you had reached your house and you turned to look at him when he stopped walking. He did his best to avoid your eyes as you crossed your arms and tapped your foot, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck with nervous energy.

“Alright, fuck this.” 

Andy yelped when you stepped into him and wound your fingers through his hair, tugging his face to yours. His lips opened up to you immediately and you curled your tongue against his as he groaned into your mouth. You felt his arms wrapping around you, his hands pressing into the small of your back until you were right up against him.

“Andy, we need to go inside!” You hissed when one of his hands moved to your ass and drove you into his growing erection.

“Shit, right.” He murmured, releasing you reluctantly and following after you as you headed towards your front door.

All you could focus on while you dug through your purse was his warm presence against your back, his face running over your hair as he inhaled your scent. You swore when you fumbled the keys, bending to catch them right before they fell through a crack in your porch. 

His breath was hot on your neck when you finally got the door open, curling his body around yours once you closed the door behind you. Suddenly his hands were everywhere, turning you quickly so he could pin you against the door as you started moaning. The feel of his mouth on your skin was driving you crazy as he traced the curve of your neck while his hands started to undo your jeans.

“Oh, fuck, Andy!” You cried when he shoved his hand down the front of your pants and skirted his fingers over your clit.

“God honey, how are you already this wet?” He groaned into your neck, his teeth scraping over your jaw as he slipped a finger inside you and you let out an obscene moan.

You couldn’t answer him, your brain was consumed with the feeling of his mouth and fingers on your skin. A second finger slid into you and you let out a keen as he scissored them inside you and your pussy tried to suck them in even further.

He curled them and you screamed, your fingers scrabbling over his shoulders for purchase when he hit that perfect spot that had your vision going blurry. It was all you could do to keep from collapsing as he hit that spot over and over, his lips sucking a bruise against your throat while he took you apart.

“Shit, you’re squeezing my fingers so good baby. I wanna feel you around my cock so bad.” He growled, moving his face until his forehead was resting against yours. “I need you to come for me first though, honey. I know you can do it, come for me.”

Andy pressed his lips to yours at the same time he brushed his thumb over your clit and you lost it, screaming into his mouth as you soaked his hand to the wrist. Every muscle in your body spasmed with pleasure, rolling against his torso while he kept you pressed into the door so you wouldn’t sag to the floor.

“Oh, good girl.” He purred against your lips, gazing into your eyes as you came down.

There was a soft wet sound when he slid his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean as his eyes bored into yours. That was the only reprieve you had before he was on you again, tangling his limbs with yours as he dragged you to the floor and shoved his tongue down your throat.

Your hands moved to undo his jeans while he wrenched one leg of yours off you, giving up on the other when you crawled into his lap at the same time you drew his cock out of his boxer briefs. 

“Fuck, oh my god.” You sighed when you sank down onto him, your pussy fluttering as you stretched around his girth.

“Yeah, shit!” He tried to keep from bucking into you as you adjusted to him, holding you to him tightly and panting against your neck.

You rose up a little on your knees and started to ride him, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock dragged over every single perfect spot inside you. Everything else faded away until it was nothing except you and him, your breathing in sync as your hips moved to meet each other. His beard scraped over your cheek until his mouth was on yours again, his tongue slipping between your lips and stroking yours gently.

The rhythm of his thrusts started to pick up, his hips grinding against you at the end of each push, and you felt pleasure starting to gather in your core again. He could feel your breath starting to hitch and he groaned into your mouth when your pussy started to clench around him.

“C’mon honey, gimme another one.” Andy growled into your mouth, swallowing each tiny gasp you gave as he brought you closer and closer. 

A shiver traveled up your spine and you let out a wail when you came apart around him, your body going rigid before releasing with a shudder as you creamed all over his cock. The force of your pleasure had you falling back to collapse against your floor, and Andy followed you, hooking your knees over his elbows and carding his hands through your hair as his mouth continued to devour yours.

You whined as he kept thrusting into you, your hands moving to press into his hips as he picked up the pace. His chest rumbled against yours when he let out a deep growl, his cock starting to twitch inside you.

“You close, baby?” You moaned as he ground against your clit, making your pussy clamp down on him.

“Yeah, fuck.” He hissed, his rhythm starting to falter. “Please tell me your on the pill.”

“Implant.” You murmured, the timbre of your voice getting higher as you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure radiate from your core.

“Thank god.” He scraped his teeth over your jaw before burying his face in your neck. 

A final twist of his hips had you crying wordlessly, your fingernails digging into the small of his back as your pussy started to milk his cock in waves. His release followed yours, his spend spilling into you as he roared in your ear. He collapsed on top of you when he was finished, sighing deeply as you unfolded yourself with a groan.

“Jesus, Andy.” You muttered, running your fingers over his spine. “You wait three years to make a move and then you can’t even make it to the living room.”

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[spidernerdsblog]

(Can you write something with tom accidently edging you like he needs to answer a call or something, and you're whining so he teases you, also he starts really liking the idea of edging you? Requested by anonymous)

A/N : Reposting, had to delete it due to a major glitch in my blog thanks to dumblr. Hope you like this...

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, edging, fingering

Sundays you and Tom mostly spent time together in solitude. After finishing all the weekly chores you both used to sit down and relax occasionally ordering take out as you watched some classic rom com movies. 

It was like any other Sunday after getting done with your weekly laundry you and Tom lay on the couch snuggled together in the evening as a random movie was playing on the TV. You were just in your underwear and in one of Tom’s oversized t-shirts, your head resting on his chest as you felt it rise and fall rhythmically under you while Tom’s fingers were in your hair playing with it lazily. None of you were completely focusing on the movie as you relished the feeling of being in each other's arms. 

Tom’s hand slowly creeps down to the side of your hips where your shirt has risen up a little tracing delicate patterns on the exposed skin which made you shiver. A whine escapes your mouth as you slowly start grinding your hips on his crotch which makes Tom smirk. His hand travels down further as he toys with the waistband of your underwear. You shudder when his fingers brush through your clothed heat as he grins ear-to-ear. His fingers slowly start working on your clit through the fabric as you feel yourself growing wet by every passing moment a damp spot forming at the center.

“Tom” you whine as he carries on with his lazy ministrations. 

“What is it babe?” He feigns to be oblivious even though he knows perfectly what he is doing.

“Stop with the teasing please” you complained as you angled your hips in a way, your eyes giving him a silent plea to touch you.

“So needy aren’t you darling?” he chuckles slipping his hand inside your panties feeling the wetness through your folds “fuck, you’re soaking wet” he observes.

“Tomm..” you whine out of desperation

“Ssh it’s ok love” he coos caressing the back of your head gently with his other hand  “let me take care of you” he whispers as he slides two long fingers past your entrance, his thumb rubbing your clit in soft circles. You squirmed as he started pumping his fingers with a steady pace, curling them massaging your inner walls just as you liked .

“Fuck” you whimpered.

“You like when I use my fingers don’t you?” he smirks, rubbing fast circles on your clit as he increases his pace, a sharp jolt of pleasure courses through your body. 

“Yes I love it! Please don’t stop” you moan feeling your high approaching.

“Squeezing my fingers so good you’re gonna cum sweetheart?” he croons, you nod as he leaves a trail of wet kisses along the side of your face. Your pants mixes with the sounds of your wetness as you move your hips matching his thrusts.   

You were close, you both knew it as you were desperately chasing your orgasm just then a faint buzzing sound interrupted you making Tom stop his movements.

“Tom..” you whined as you felt your orgasm fading away. 

“Ssh” he hushed you before pulling out his phone and bringing it to his ear. 

“Hey Dan! What’s up mate?” Tom straightened up a bit sitting on the couch. It was a call from the production team for his new movie. You knew the call was going to be long as you huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah I read all the details but I would like to suggest some changes” Tom got busy talking as you sit there by his side with a very persistent ache in between your legs. You decided to take matters in your own hands as you slipped your own hand inside your panties slowly stimulating your swollen bud as you feel the tension building up again making you sigh in content. Tom was quick to notice that as he frowned and swatted your hand away.

“What the fuck Tom!” you mouthed at him angrily before letting out a whimper when he stuffed his fingers back into your needy cunt.

“Be a good girl and keep quiet” he whispers into your ear with a serious look on his face. You nod as he goes back to discussing the schedule and dates over the phone. His voice smooth and unwavered a sharp contrast to the sinful wet noises he was drawing out of you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

 You felt yourself teetering to the edge. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around his fingers as you waited in anticipation to tumble off the cliff drowning into pure ecstasy. But that wasn’t what Tom had in mind at the moment. He quickly pulled out his fingers without any warning.

“No..” you cried out as Tom grinned at you devilishly. You threw your head back on the backrest of the couch frustrated, your breathing was erratic, body covered with sweat at the pent up heat inside your body. You were so close. So fucking close. You wanted to scream. You tried to move your hips, tried to wiggle your ass even the slightest bit, but Tom’s large hand kept you still. You slapped his chest in agony to which you received a playful chuckle from him. 

No doubt Tom was enjoying the whole situation you were in. This is first time he has edged you and you were a mess, desperation in your eyes evident as your pussy ached for some release. He was finding it amusing to keep you on the edge, never allowing you to topple over. 

And just like that he again started to massage your bud with languid motions which felt nice but not enough to get your release. This continued for the next few minutes, every time you inched to your sweet release he would halt his movements sending you to the brink of insanity. After what it felt like an eternity Tom hung up the phone and quickly kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of you. 

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, love” He says swiftly pulling your panties down your legs which were now drenched due to all the ruined orgasms as you look at him with droopy eyes tired. Tom grabs you by your thighs and pulls you closer to his face instantly latching on to your throbbing clit. Your body was set ablaze as your hands flung to his hair tugging on to them. He swirled his tongue through your slick folds before pushing in two fingers in your aching hole stretching your walls deliciously. He sucks on your clit as his fingers move in and out of you with a fast pace. 

You felt your stomach tighten as your thighs shook threatening to close but Tom’s strong hands made sure to keep them apart. Your walls clenched around his fingers as your wetness dripped down your legs.

“Tom I’m gonna cum” you warn as your body arches, hips bucking into his face.

“Let go I have got you wanna feel you all over fingers and mouth” he mumbles against your heat, the vibrations sending you over the edge as your toes curl and eyes closing shut in pleasure. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you finally let go of all the tension that had been building inside you. Your orgasm washed over you like a white hot bliss. 

It felt so satisfying to finally get your release as Tom kept rubbing your clit working through your high, little aftershocks coursing through your body. You finally opened your eyes to find Tom’s upper body drenched in your arousal “did I?” you ask in disbelief. 

“Yes baby” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand smiling.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Tom” you hide your face with your hands in shame.

“Hey it’s ok. It was so hot honestly” he says softly “we should do this more often” he proposes with a mischievous grin.

“You dare Thomas!” you raise an eyebrow giving him a warning glare.  

[lfnr-blog-blog-blog]

Sometimes I think about the voice.

You know, the Bucky voice that grates down your spine, making your head tilt to the side while you try to compose yourself?

I'd lose it, I dunno about you.

Gggrrrr dumblr and I are having words. I wrote something very fun for this

NSFW thots under the cut

Mob Bucky, minor mention of chronic illness, smut. Voice kink activated

Bucky has you on his lap enjoying his favorite meal besides you, looking out over the city Skyline. His city. The final leak taken care of, Walker sinking in the Hudson as you wine and dine. Nothing but the best for his Queen. After a busy week of Doctors appts, and frustrating treatments, and not to mention that turncoat fucking up hie plans, all he wants to do is fuck you under the table, and he has made sure to tell you all about it. Every word making your pussy throb.

“куколка, you smell so good in my arms, that pretty little pussy soaking through your panties, onto my pants. I can smell you from here.” He growls in your ear as he works his metal hand up your thigh and pushes his fingers through the gusset of your lacy panties. Sliding his fingers through your folds, and then resting on your sensitive bud, your heart racing in your chest. When you finally think that he will let you move, get a little release he holds you down with his other arm. “No my pretty куколка, you are going to stay right here, let me enjoy my dessert, while you have your dessert” he slowly teases you and you shove your napkin against your face trying to hide your moans. He whispers praises in your ear, forcing you to tilt your head to the side as he kisses that sweet spot on your neck. You barely notice Peter in the room, clearing his throat while Bucky continues to tease you. “Yes Parker?”He barks scaring you out of your trance.Peter sets your case down on the table, your medications inside and quickly backs out of the room without a word. Bucky stops his toying for long enough to get your medications in you, but not before licking his fingers and complimenting how good you taste. Every dirty word going straight to your core.

And I OOP

[hockpock]

Hi pock! You seem to have a hand for craftwork, and I really admire that about you! When handsewing I’ve always done this thing where my thread folds in half and I tie off those two ends in a knot to, well, be a knot for whatever I need to patch; but I had a teacher who insisted it should only ever be one end knotted and the other end of the thread held between my fingers as I sew (and gave myself cramps) is there merit to her advice, or is it just to prevent a waste of thread?

I do alright sometimes, thank you!

If we're talking fussy high standards hundred-stitches-an-inch victorian sewing, we're ignoring knots totally and backstitching a couple times to anchor.

To quote one of the costuming youtubers I watch, every teacher will tell you a different method and that theirs is the ONLY method. I personally double back the thread and roll a knot into the end because that's what my mamma taught me, and it makes for a stronger stitch. The method you described probably keeps tension better and makes a finer end result, but why do something that gives you cramps? Especially if it's not somewhere anyone will see.

Some tips for hand sewing though- there's no point working with thread much longer than your own wingspan (from hand to hand with arms out) it's just gonna tangle and knot and make you hate everything. Smaller lengths give you better control and less chance of having to cut off a snarl and waste thread anyway.

Straight off the spool, the fibers want to stay in that spiral, they've been hanging with their friends there for AGES, you're so rude to move them. Once you have your thread on the needle and centered, pinch it between your fingers starting at the eye of the needle and stroke down the length of it a few times to encourage all the curl out of it. It's much less likely to wind around itself and make stupid little loops. This is called "loving the thread", do it before you knot the ends so there's somewhere for that tension to escape out of.

You can also run your thread through beeswax, squishes the fibers together all nice and helps get it through the fabric. I have a murdered taper candle I use for this, but you can get little cakes intended for sewing or in fun little shapes. Support your local apiary!

Use a G'damn Thimble. They go on your pointer or index finger to help you push the needle through thick fabric or layers. They come in sizes, find one that fits snugly on your finger. Also useful for pretending your finger is a little dude in a helmet defending Ankh-Morpork from dragons.

useful links in a follow up because tumblr is dumblr

[kallikrein]

okay, soo... wanna ship your moots with tokyo revengers characters? cuz i already know that i ship you with waka ❤

hi, nonnie! sorry i took a long time to answer this. i alr did an ask like this before, but i think dumblr acted up and deleted some of my posts again ;-; sigh..

also, you shipping me with waka is so sweet ;( i miss him so much omg. ken-sensei, pls give us waka crumbs. god knows how much i’m d-wording out here /hj.

@sugokawata — nahoya. i think they’re gonna be that tsundere couple who’ll argue most of the time, but the next thing you know they’re clingy touchy feely with each other. pretty entertaining lmao.

@/schiros — shinichiro. if you don’t rlly know reiny, she’s your shinichiro simp thru and thru. i remember her giving me presentations on why i should give her man a chance, and at first it was amusing. but then she converted me.. totally. reiny knows him the best, i think.

@haruchyio — no doubt about this one: haruchiyo. i feel like these two would be a great source of entertainment lmao. both are simply chaotic. sennie would probably hold him back just to ask if haru’s certain about a new prank, but then headstarts herself against haru. that’s the kind of relationship they have, i’m pretty sure of it.

@inupibaldspot — baji. yes, baji keisuke. i’m quite certain they’re on the same page with sennie and haru. chaotic couples, i tell you.

@baji-san — i remember shipping key with chifuyu. such a hardworking person. also witty and funny. i bet chifuyu’s gonna be flustered around her every time bcos she’s rlly sweet that you couldn’t help but blush.

@satmitsuplanet — izana. when i ship them, it feels right like they’re meant to be. izana’s this passionate person (much like sat), and i know these two would be that couple who puts their hearts on their sleeves.

@kakuchew — someone who’s calm but also protective is a perfect match for chewy, i think. she’s this rlly endearing person, and someone like kakucho who’s kind and loyal would definitely be head over heels for our amazing chewy.

@mochi-coffee — wakasa. her cute bubbliness is more than enough to make up for wakasa’s usual impassiveness. like they would be that sunshine and sunshine protector relationship kind of trope. and wakasa won’t even deny it if you ask him if he’s whipped. ykwim? mochi, pls take care of our man <3

@sri-likes-to-read — rindou. i feel like this ship is gonna be two dorks getting flustered whenever their eyes make contact, fingers fidgeting if they should reach out and hold the other person’s hand. but we all know rindou, he’s an impatient boy. he’ll put his advances on sri, and sri will be flustered even more. ah..the cutest ship.

@lostinthe-jojos — also shinichiro! i just can’t think of anyone else but shinichiro for itzel. the way she hypes up her man. her self-ship drabbles are the fluffiest too! they’re the most adorable.

@wwintersun — mitsuya is the character that i really wanna ship zu with. she’s so hardworking, and a guy who knows how to take care of someone and cheer her along is exactly what i want for zu to have.

@etheralyonn — haitani ran. bcos i remember fi telling me that she likes excitement and thrills. i actually debated if i should ship her with hanma, but i think it’s ran that knows best on how to keep a lady well-entertained. wink wink.

i might have missed out a few moots, but i’m rlly out of brain juice. i’m sorry! huhu. also excuse le grammar 🥲