#except im still against that tie

[stardeus]

[pathologicalreid]

could we get Spencer Reid with a hypersexual reader that uses sex as a bad coping mechanism? 💕💕

don't look in the mirror | S.R.

seeking comfort in those you hold close, except there's a right way and a wrong way to do it

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (i think?) w/ mature themes (18+ mdni) content warnings: seeking comfort in sex, avoidance, mental health issues, spencer has those info dumps on lock, shame, self deprecation, reader hates her job (me too), blood as a metaphor, crying word count: 1.85k a/n: this is such an important topic and i'm so thankful for you asking me to write this!!!! i know this is a premise i've seen before, so i tried to make mine different. (im actually really proud of how this one turned out)

“Baby,” Spencer whispered in your ear, turning his head to the side as you left small, slow kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.

You hummed but refused to detach your lips from his soft skin, tugging gently at his shirt so that you could make your way down to his collarbone. He smelled like sunshine and the jet, an admittedly odd combo that did nothing to stop your movements down the column of his throat. His neck vibrated with sound, but none of his words registered, it all went in one ear and out the other.

His hand gently settled on the small of your back and you took a deep breath before you began pulling at the knot of his tie, “Y/N,” he muttered in a warning.

Your head snapped up at his tone, disappointed that you didn’t find the same want in his eyes that you knew was blazing in your own irises. Synapses in your brain were firing at lightning speed, and your heart was beating so quickly that it was like it was trying to keep up. “I missed you,” you whispered to him, allowing your eyes to flitter across his face.

Spencer settled his hands on your hips, firmly grabbing them in exactly the way you wanted, but instead of pulling you closer to him, he stilled their rotation.

Your heart stuttered.

“What happened?” He asked you tentatively, using the pads of his thumbs to rub soothing circles on your hips, trying to keep you from moving while giving you comfort. Despite the way you were sitting in his lap, Spencer still felt worlds away from you – if he was on Earth, you were in a different galaxy. 

Hesitantly, your lips parted, and you took a deep breath before shutting your mouth again, deciding you had nothing to say. While he’d been away, nothing significant had happened, everything in your life had trudged on exactly the way it always did. You went to work at the same job you’ve had since you got out of college with a boss who most certainly had it out for you, and you came home to an empty apartment with your phone volume all the way up, waiting for your boyfriend to call you. You really were pathetic, but you didn’t voice those concerns, instead, you answered, “Nothing happened,” the half-truth easily slid from your mouth. “Can’t I just have missed my boyfriend and want to spend quality time with him?”

Spencer hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head back as his hair moved with him, “Stop, Y/N,” he said.

Without even realizing it, your hands had drifted down to his chest, and your hands were absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, “I didn’t…” you started to say, but your words faltered when you noticed the way he was looking at you. You looked over your shoulder, making sure that the rest of the world was still there as you tried to climb off of Spencer’s lap. “Let me go,” you insisted, hating how small your voice sounded as you pushed against him to no avail.

“I can’t let you go, not right now,” he told you, steadying his resolve as he watched you. You were staring at your hands like they were covered in blood, red-covered palms as you watched, horrified at the idea of them developing a mind of their own. It wasn’t as if your hands had suddenly become sentient entities, your heart and your brain were working against each other, fighting a silent, internal war. “Pick a spot for your hands, and just leave them there,” he whispered to you.

Your hands tremored as you settled them on either one of Spencer’s shoulders, “You don’t find me attractive anymore,” you mumbled, struggling to find the strength to enunciate your thoughts.

Spencer sighed, “Why don’t we take a minute, okay?” Delicately, he moved one hand from its station on your hip and moved it to cup your cheek, holding your face as if it were made of fine china. “What happened while I was gone, honey?”

His hand was wet on your face, or rather, your face was wet from tears that had started to trickle from your tear ducts. You furrowed your brows in frustration, “Why do you assume that something happened? Nothing happened while you were gone, why can’t you just let that be the answer?”

“Because it’s not the answer,” he insisted, dropping his hand back to your hip, continuing to stop you from getting up and moving away from him.

You scoffed, “Is it not the answer, or is it just not the answer you’re looking for, Spencer?”

“It’s not the answer, and I’m looking for the answer. You can tell me anything,” he urged, resuming his soothing movements over your hip.

As you watched his expression morph into a slight panic, you realized he was beginning to think something happened to you. With what he did for work, it was always in the back of his mind, you being in danger of being hurt by other people but what he rarely considered was the idea of you being a danger to yourself. “Nothing happened, okay? Absolutely nothing happened to me while you were gone and everything in the world stayed exactly the fucking same. I went to work every day and I came home and sat around while I waited for you to call, I waited for you to come home and now you won’t even touch me.”

Your tears kept coming, leaving saline stains on his gray shirt as your head spun and his movements stopped. “Work was bad?” He asked softly, using his fingertips to wipe beneath your eyes. He knew about your issues at work, he had been encouraging you to leave the job for months, but you were convinced that a promotion was coming. “You shouldn't have to be miserable every time you go to work.”

“Not everyone gets to be hand-picked for a top job at twenty-one. Some people have to work shitty jobs to make ends meet,” you snapped at him, nostrils flaring angrily.

He didn’t answer right away, you became hyperaware of the pounding of your heart as you waited for his response. As you waited for him to kick you out. “I told you that I’d support you if you wanted to go back to school. I meant it, Y/N,” he told you, brown eyes flooded with concern. “You can leave your job and pursue your dream, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, baby.” Spencer leaned back against the couch cushions, “I can’t help you until you help yourself, love.”

Slouching your shoulders, you felt your eyes starting to line with tears again, “It feels so unfair to have you shoulder more responsibility so that I can go back to school.”

“No,” he said, “What’s not fair is you lying to me and then trying to avoid it with sex. I asked you how your week had been, and you either didn’t care to answer me or you have such bad tunnel vision that you didn’t even hear me.” He gently chided, giving you time to drown in the blatant concern in his eyes, “and what’s worse is you never told me it was this bad.”

You averted your eyes, focusing your gaze on the chessboard behind him as you thought about your next move. In one fell swoop, he could checkmate you, completely catch you off guard, and tell you everything that you didn’t want to hear. Alternatively, you could sacrifice yourself for his benefit, “I hate my job. My boss is making it impossible for me to make any positive stride, and that’s on top of him being a misogynistic douche.” You flexed your hands where they remained on Spencer’s shoulders and sighed, “And yes, I miss you when you’re gone. Yes, I lied to you about it, but what would you do about it? Leave your big important job because your girlfriend is lonely?”

He craned his head to the side, silently encouraging you to make eye contact with him, “I’d hope that you’d feel comfortable enough to tell me how you’re feeling so that we could work something out – we can talk through this. It’s a two-way street though, you have to talk to me. I can make an effort to call and text more if you promise me, you’ll make an effort to communicate with me.”

Slowly, you started to nod, “I… I can do that, but you hate texting,” you reminded him, raising your eyebrows curiously.

“I’ll get over it,” he reassured you, studying your features, “You’re worth it,” he added.

Finally, you pulled your arms back, hugging them around yourself protectively, “I’m sorry,” you murmured, “I don’t know why I am… the way that I am.”

Spencer took a deep breath before giving you a look that told you he had an inkling, “You’re unhappy, with me or the world, it doesn’t matter, but you think the solution to your displeasure comes in the form of an orgasm and that’s just not the answer, honey.”

You hiccupped and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself like you could make yourself smaller, “I still don’t know why though.”

“You’re seeking the rush, not necessarily the act of sex itself, you want the dopamine and oxytocin rush that comes with an orgasm. Your brain convinces yourself that it’s what you need because when you get unhappy like this, all you can focus on is how to feel better and fast,” he spoke to you gently – he knew this wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but it was what you needed to hear. “It’s brief, and it’s just for that moment, and your brain might even recall how your parasympathetic nervous system shuts down after you come, and your body gets tired. You get a rush of serotonin, and you relax enough to convince yourself that it'll be okay, but you need to find something more permanent. I’ll help you.”

Your arms fell limply at your sides, “Do you think I’m broken?”

The small smile he gave you was enough of an answer, “No, in fact, I know you’re not broken.” Tenderly, he reached out and unwound your arms from around your torso, “And since I know you won’t stop thinking about it, I do still find you attractive.” Spencer studied your face, “Where do you want to start?”

“Do you want to help me draft a letter of resignation?” You offered, giving Spencer a shy smile.

He hummed in response, “Yeah, in a bit.” Your boyfriend reached his hands out to you, now being the one who pulled you close, “Come here, darling.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around your torso, “I missed you,” you mumbled, entirely deflating your lungs as you let yourself relax.

Spencer reached up, ruffling your hair with one hand and keeping another on the small of your back as he sighed with you, “I missed you too.”

[niilue]

OK, hear me out. I've just rewatched Black Butler: book of the Atlantic... and I honestly forgot how freaking GORGEOUS Undertaker is...

I just want to tie him up and edge him for hours while he begs and pleads for me to let him cum. Finally, I decide to show some mercy in the form of pegging him. his body trembling, he let's out the most desperate, needy whimpers as he's brought over the edge so many times he loses count and is reduced to a moaning, whimpering mess beneath me, tears of pleasure rolling down his pretty face...

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub undertaker

cw: dom!reader, fem reader, mention of cock, involved as strap-on, needy undertaker, power play, edging, anal play, pegging. (im so in love w this man)

the room is dark except for the faint light filtering through the crack under the door. the air is charged with anticipation, with the scent of arousal and submission. standing before the figure tied to the headboard of the bed , your heart races in your chest. It's been so long since you've seen him and the desire you feel for him is overwhelming, the famous undertaker and he is yours for the night.

as you approach him, your fingers itch to touch him, to explore his perfect body. you run your fingertips over his chest, his belly and finally settle on his hard cock, still resisting its bonds. he moans and his hips move involuntarily towards your caresses. you can feel the heat emanating from his body and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to envelop him, to feel his skin against yours.

with a soft grunt, you kneel at his feet and undo the leather cuffs binding his ankles. when he finally breaks free, he exhales a shaky sigh and his muscles tense and relax in relief. "thank you, mistress," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "what do you want me to do now?

you step back, admiring the sight of undertaker's naked body before you, his erection still prominent and dripping with semen. the anticipation in the air increases as you slowly release the leather cuffs binding his wrists. he lets out a soft moan as his arms are finally free and his shoulders relax. his eyes meet yours, hopeful and eager.

you decide to tease him for a while, running your hands up and down his arms, down his chest, and finally resting them on his hips. "why don't you show me what you can do with them?" you ask, giving him a sultry smile. you step back and watch as he begins to dance for you, swaying his body to an invisible beat. he's a natural performer, and the way he moves sends shivers down your spine. you can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those hips grinding against yours.

as you watch undertaker dance for you, your heart races and your breath catches. you can feel the heat rising inside you, the need to feel him closer, to have his body pressed against yours. you walk around him, circling him like a predator, savoring how he moves, how he tries to please you with every thrust and sway. finally, you reach out and grab his hips, pulling him hard against you, feeling the hardness of his cock pressed against your belly. he lets out a moan in your ear and lifts his hands to clutch your shoulders. "please, mistress," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "i need you."

you can feel the heat emanating from his body as you press your hips against his, your hardness teasing him mercilessly. "you're mine tonight, undertaker," you growl into his ear, biting his lobe gently. "you will do as i say." his hips move faster, his cock brushing against you in perfect rhythm. you lean forward and take one of his nipples into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth as you continue to dance with him. the taste of him, the feel of him under your fingers and lips, sends a shiver down your spine. you want more.

you turn him over, forcing his back against the headboard, and kneel between his spread legs. the sight of his cock, already dripping with precum, makes you ache with desire. you take it in your hand, stroking it slowly at first, then faster as you feel the power he has over you, the control he exerts over your body. his hips move forward, responding to your caresses with eager abandon. you look up at him, his eyes closing tightly, his lips parting in a silent moan. you want him to feel so good, to beg for you.

as you continue to stroke his cock, you lean forward and take his nipple back into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth as you tease him mercilessly. his moans grow louder, his hips move faster, and you know he's on the verge. you slide your free hand between his legs, feeling the heat and wetness of his entrance. you make circles around his orifice, teasing him, taunting him, until he screams your name. and then, at last, you insert your middle finger into him, feeling him stretch and settle into you. he lets out a long sigh, his body tenses and he cums, spilling his semen all over your hand and wrist. you watch as he shudders and trembles beneath you, as his orgasm is finally reduced to a series of ragged gasps. you feel the weight of his gaze on you and know he wants more.

you smile at him, feeling triumphant and powerful. you slowly withdraw your finger from his ass, savoring how he moans at the loss of contact. "you're a slut, undertaker," you whisper, licking his nipple. "i think you've earned your reward." with that, you straddle his hips, guiding your cock to his entrance. he's still wet from his orgasm and you moan as you feel him clench around you. you begin to thrust slowly, enjoying the sensation of being inside him, how he envelops you. his hands come up to grip your hips, his nails dig into your skin as he urges you to go faster. you heed him and pick up the pace, feeling the familiar tension inside you. you glance up at him and watch his face contort in pleasure, and it's all you can do to hold back your own orgasm.

but then you see it: a flash of green in his eyes. it's the perfect moment. you let yourself go, screaming his name as you cum and your body shudders with pleasure. he soon follows, and his inner walls milk your cock in rhythm with his orgasm. you collapse on top of him, panting, feeling the aftershocks of your climax. you stay like that for a moment, savoring the weight of his body beneath yours and the feel of his hot breath on your neck. finally, you pull away from him, needing some distance. he looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly. you reach out to stroke his cheek, feeling the brush of the beard against your fingertips. "rest now, my pet."

[moncouerbrise]

Fyodor X Reader with Wings

Smut, Suggestive, Degrading, Angelwings, Teasing, etc.

You've been very useful to Fyodor for the last few months.

Even if it meant having to be apart of his plan, you've shown how truly powerful one with abnormal features can be.

You've gotten close, quite close actually.

Every now and then going from place to place, as Fyodor uses your true potential to its max.

All he wants to do now is just return the favor, he insists. Especially for how good you've been to him.

“Ah~ S-stop!” He teases your clit with his thumb.

Brushing against it, in small circular motions.

Back arching at the sudden touch of his fingers from his free hand, caressing across your skin.

You can feel how cold they are. how cold he is in particular.

His face not even showing the slightest amount of heat trapped in his face, yet still remaining that sly smirk on his face.

The long amount of time its already been, of him just toying with your body so far. Its got you all worked up. “Please- Please F~Fyodor!”

“Hm…?” He comes close to you, facing and looking at you straight in the eye. Amused, he pats your cheek before grabbing it “Use your words darling. Or we'll be here all day.”

“Please, I need it… I need you! Touch me please-.” Your sudden pleads get interrupted once Fyodor decides to flip to you over.

Causing you to let a whimper as you lay flat on the bed, with your ass facing him. “Arms.” He boldy says.

Reaching for both your hands and holding them down in place behind your back.

Not before he finds something to tie them with. Restricting your movements.

He soon begins to align himself with your entrance, feeling the wetness of his tip against your skin.

His voice is heard again, except this time much more quieter, stern, much more darker.

“You've been such a good girl, you deserve all of this”

He slaps your ass, allowing you to arch your back at him before he grabs ahold of your sides, instantly pushing himself in.

“Ah- Mphm”

Biting down your lip, making sure the others that are outside can't hear the lewd noises.

You start to feel Fyodor begin to move. Reciprocating the same actions.

As he buries himself deep in your pussy, not going fast but rather at a normal pace. Really making sure you take all of himself.

Just as he starts to get more ruthless, his thrusts getting more vigorous every second, he lets go of your hips and hair, and instead holds onto your wings.

Shrieking in arousal, as he continues to pump himself in and out of yourself.

His long hands running through your wings, along your spine. Before giving your ass another slap, resulting in thrusting harder down onto him.

“A-Ah… Im-a close-! Fyo-” He grabs ahold of your wings, making you shut up in an instant.

“Do you want the…-others to hear, is that it-?

His voice can be heard more raspy, as he gets closer to his release as well.

And so is yours, you feel the tightening in your chest and stomach start to form a sensation of pure pleasure.

Ecstasy, that's what it felt like once you felt Fyodors seed all over your back and shooting inside your cunt.

Along with yours, causing a squelching noise as he continues to ride his high.

Your left breathless, panting.

In need of air.

You turn yourself over again, this time your stomach facing Fyodor.

Laying your head to the side, catching your breath.

Eyes fluttering and closing slightly.

It all feels too much.

Like It's all been undone.

“What are you doing?” You feel a grab at your ankle, pulling you to the front of the bed.

He looks at you with his violet eyes, pure lust. That's all he had behind those eyes.

“We still have more to go, dear.”

He gets up from his position and goes over to the door, hearing the small ‘click” as he unlocks it.

He grabs ahold of your shoulders, making you look at him.

“Let's try something different this time.” You try to move from his grip but he doesn't budge at all.

“W-wait what-!?”

“Something more risky. Shall we?”

Requested by Anon

[toxicanonymity]

Non con sex pollen fic where Joel and the reader are waken up in a random room together and he recognizes who you are because he used to be friends with ur dad , he starts begging the people who took them to let him out because the reader isn’t the only person that’s ended up in this situation with him, and then there’s smoke that enters the room but it only has an effect on Joel, if you even decide to turn this into anything can you add oral f receiving pls and do the smut however you want! I’ll love it either way <3 IM SO SORRY ITS ALOT

Lazaretto (sex pollen)

2.6k ONE SHOT / joel x afab!reader / master

Part 2 HERE

WARNINGS: non-con, sex pollen, manhandling, oral f receiving, unsafe P in V sex, anal, reader menstruates. poorly edited. Horror elements apparently lol idk how sex pollen is normally written. 18+

You wake up in a heavy-duty four-wall tent with a burly stranger, both of you in hospital gowns.  You were sedated and you're still groggy when a man in a biohazard suit explains you’re being quarantined in a makeshift lazaretto outside the overcrowded army hospital.  Neither of you were bitten in the chaos earlier, but it’s a precaution.  You'll be monitored for 24 hours, treated with an antifungal fog, then monitored for another 24 hours before they release you.  You sign a release about potential side effects which include psychological and sexual disturbances. 

He doesn’t elaborate, but Joel is clearly disturbed as if it’s not his first time.  

“No,” he says.  “No!" He screams, then begs, "Let me out, or let her out, I don’t care.”

“I’m not authorized to let anyone out.”

“Then put me in my own tent!" 

“I’m afraid we’re far past capacity.  Most units have three.” 

“Can you at least tie me up or somethin’?” 

“I’m afraid not.” 

"Then get me away from her!" 

You're offended and confused.  The quarantine man leaves.  For a while, neither of you talk except to say some variation of, “this is bullshit.”  Joel seems genuinely distressed.  You have your own problems to worry about.  You’re at the tail end of your period and don’t have any provisions, not even any underwear. You want to check and see if you’re still bleeding, but not with this stranger in the tent. 

You ask him, “What are you so worried about?” 

He starts to say something but stops himself and says, “I’ll tell you later.” 

"What did I do?" You ask and your temples feel weak. 

He recognizes how mean he must have sounded.  "Nothing at all, sugar.  It's me. I had. . . a bad reaction in the past."  

He changes the subject and tells you he recognizes you.  It hits you - Joel Miller - he used to run a smuggling route with your dad.  Life has hardened Joel into a much stronger, more attractive man since then.  He’s not a big talker, but he occasionally indulges your questions about pre-outbreak life.  You start to really enjoy his company.  For a minute at a time, you manage to forget about the scary circumstances. 

-

There’s one old cot and a blanket.  He says you can have them because he won’t be able to sleep anyway.  You’re not comfortable but you manage to fall asleep.  You wake up shivering and ask if he’ll join you.  He hesitantly agrees, then settles in behind you.  You grab his hand and hold it tight.  You’re gushing between the legs.  You expect a nice red spot on both your gowns in the morning, but that should be the least of your worries.

“Do you think we’re okay?” you whisper. 

“Yeah, we’re okay,” he replies softly in your ear. 

You start sniffling.  “I’m scared.” 

He tightens his arm over you. “I know, sugar. You’re gonna be alright. We’re alright.”  You can hear his heart beating faster.  

As you drift off to sleep, it’s impossible not to notice through your gowns when his dick hardens against you.  He backs off a little but you push your ass back into him and tighten your grip on his hand.  His chest swells against your back and you feel him inhale your hair, but he doesn't make a move and neither do you. 

-

When you wake up, he’s lying on his stomach on the floor using his massive bicep as a pillow.  Before he notices you’re awake, you subtly dip your finger into youreslf to check for your period, and it’s not there.  You were just wet.  You sit up and look at the back of your gown.  Nothing.  When he sees you’re awake and sits up, the fear returns to his eyes.   He says, “I reckon the fog will come soon, now.”  There’s no clock, but he senses it.  He moves his jaw side to side anxiously and his eyes dart around the tent. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He opens his mouth several times then stops before he manages to say it.  “Look, if. . . If I do anything after they fog us. . .  it’s not me, okay?"

"Okay. . .do anything like what?" 

"It . . . The fog has an effect on certain people."  He swallows and looks away.  "Like a sexual effect. It can make you . . . Aggressive."

"Oh. . ."

"Listen.  You can fight me off, do whatever you have to do, okay?" 

"Okay."

Your heart beats faster wondering what's in store.  You can’t imagine it’s that bad. 

-

Finally, one side of the tent ripples as a small, circular portal is opened and something clicks into it.  The tent begins to fill with fog.  The fog smells faintly like a thunderstorm and settles toward the ground before it slowly rises.  Joel backs away from it, sitting in the very corner of the tent as it spreads across the floor.  As the fog continues to pour in, he stands up and turns his face toward the ceiling.  But it reaches him. He tries not to breathe it, with his mouth in his gown, but it’s no use. He squats down, facing away from you.  

He swallows.  “I’m sorry.”  His voice is shaky.  He looks back at you one last time apologetically, then pinches his eyes shut and takes deep breaths. The fog valve is shut.  For a few minutes, you can hardly see him. 

-

You hear the sticky footsteps of his bare feet on the floor, then he gets close enough to see him through the fog, just a few feet away from you.  His whole face has darkened.  And it further darkens as he looks at you in a trance.  He wets his lips like you’re something to eat.  His chest rises and falls with heaving breaths.  

Minutes ago, it was hard to imagine being afraid of him,  but he’s a whole different man now.   You get up from the cot,  walk backwards to the opposite side of the tent, and sit in the corner. 

He crosses the tent in two long, swift strides.  As he looms over you, it’s impossible to ignore the massive tent in his gown or his muscular thighs. 

“Get up,” he demands through the fading fog.  You look down and stay where you are, pulling your gown over your knees, shrinking into yourself.  

“GET UP NOW!” he yells with his mouth wide open, face red, hair bouncing.  

You still don’t.  

"I’m sorry,” he says, then darkens again.  “But you're askin' for it.”  He squats down and gently cups your face.  “Get up.”

You don’t. “You don’t want to do this.”  A last ditch effort:  “I have my period!”   But it only makes him more feral.  You see it in his face right after you say it. 

-

Joel grabs you roughly by both elbows and manhandles you to your feet, then pushes you over to the cot.   He tears your gown off and throws you down on the cot face-up.  He scans you head to toe.  You futilely try to cover yourself with your arms and hands.  You’d feel even more naked without the fog though, which still hangs in the air.  You start to sit up and he forces you back down, pinning you with an arm across your chest.  "Starving,” he growls in your ear, giving you butterflies.  He grabs your hand off your pussy then shoves his own between your legs and the butterflies swarm to your core.  You try and fail to keep your legs shut tight but the pressure of your thighs around his hand feels far too good between your legs.

“Joel, stop,” you plead. “You’re not yourself.”  You beg him to stop, but you're getting wetter by the minute.  His intensity turns you on. 

“No use, darlin’.”  He inserts his middle finger and breathes heavily.  “Nothin’s stoppin’ this." 

You still try, though.  You thrash and kick, then he grabs you by the arms so hard his fingers dig deep into your muscles, practically to the bone. “Sit still, damnit.”  He softens only for a moment.  “Don't wanna have to hurt you.” Then he darkens again.

Your face gets  cold and you swallow.  He kneels at the foot of the cot and uses your thighs to violently yank you toward him so your ass is at the end.  He pries your legs open and holds them that way with his massive hands.  His mouth latches onto your pussy and you’re flooded with a rush of arousal as the hook of his nose begins to massage your clit.  He really digs in, pressing his lips hard into you, thrusting his tongue inside you.  A ball of tension gathers in your traitorous core and you twitch.  

He’s grunting “Mm” as he sucks and laps.  You squirm and he forces you still again and continues, ravenous to consume you.  He looks up with black eyes, and the animal between your legs terrifies you.  He intensifies his eating and you feel it coming.  The next time he thrusts his tongue inside you, his nose drags up your clit.  You moan and your spine arches as you see stars. He stops and watches you unravel with his head still firmly planted between your legs.  Your eyes water with your pulsations as you stare up at the ceiling of the tent. He lifts his head and a lighter patch of his beard is just barely tinged with your period.  He dug it out of you.  He inserts his fingers and you clench around him with the aftershocks.  You close your eyes and catch your breath.

-

He must stand up, because before you know it, you feel his tip at your entrance.   Your body wants him inside you. You could make it easy on him, but you don’t want him to fuck you and regret it.  It’s not just your body – you’re realizing you want him, too.  You may be getting ahead of yourself, but it’s the product of a near-death experience, of being sealed in a tent with him for 24 hours, and of getting head within an inch of your life. The perfect storm. If you’re going to have him, it has to be under different circumstances or he may never want to do it again.

He begins to push in. 

“Joel, no!” You squirm and thrash.  

He sighs.  “You're just gonna tucker yourself out like that.” 

You still give it your best try, but he’s right.   You’re no match for his strength. He overpowers you, pins you down with his weight, then shoves his thick cock into you with a grunt.  Your wet little hole can hardly take him.  You yelp as his unforgiving girth splits you open and fills you up.  When his length retreats, you try to push him off, but you can’t.  “You’re takin' it one way or another, darlin’.” 

He bottoms out with a guttural roar like he’s charging into battle. He pounds you brutally, slamming to the hilt each time.  It hurts but it isn’t long before it starts to feel okay, then good, and then, the delicious stretch of his girth feels like something you never knew you needed.  After a minute or two, you stop squirming and thrashing. It's happening, and you might as well enjoy it. 

When you stop fighting, he takes his weight off you and stands at the foot of the cot, your thighs in his hands, pulling you back on his dick as his hips snap into you. His hair is messy and his face and neck are splotched red.  His big arms bulge out from under the gown.  You’ve never seen such intensity on anyone’s face before.  

After a few minutes of him pistoning into you, you feel another climax building.  You whimper and he rails you even harder, sweating, grunting, growling.  When you come, it’s a burst unlike anything you've ever felt. You hear yourself wailing as he fucks you through it.  Your walls are still contracting around his cock when he grabs onto your hips for dear life and plunges into you with more force than ever.  

You realize he’s going to come inside and yell, “No!”  You try to get away.  You try to fight back, but he’s too strong and determined.  Rage falls across his face.  A groan rips out of his throat as his cock erupts into you, pulsing massively, extending your climax longer than you thought possible.  It’s a feeling you’ve never felt before.  

Your whole body is spent.  When he’s finished coming, he slides out of you and you lie there limp with your eyes closed. It’s quiet for a minute. The fog has settled more. 

He groans softly. Then, "I'm sorry. . ."  You open your eyes and sit up. You reach for him  at the foot of the cot, but he backs away.  It seems like he can't look at you. His eyes are tearful.  

"It's okay.  Look at me, Joel. It's okay."

It's quiet for a minute.

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"God damnit,” he whispers. He covers himself and when your eyes follow his hand, it’s clear he’s hard again or it never went away.   The fog has faded enough that it seems he at least has the wherewithal to jack off instead.  "Close your eyes," he says as he turns away and wraps his hand around his cock.  You study his eyes and they’re dark, but not as dark as they were. You lie down with your eyes shut and listen to his breath and the squish of his hand around his cock, wet with your slick.

The  rhythmic squish gets closer and closer.   You open your eyes to the darkest look on his face.  He’s standing there at the foot of the cot, gown pushed up out of the way again as he strokes his stiff, imposing cock. 

“Flip over,” he demands but gives you no time to comply.  He grabs you under the arms.

“Okay, okay,” you comply and he forces you down on your stomach.  

He wedges the tip of his cock between your cheeks, aligning himself at your asshole.  You’re terrified.  You beg, "no, wait," but he's not there anymore.  It's not really him. 

He plunges into your tight, virgin hole and you yelp in shock. His hands on your hips lift your ass in the air and you bury your head in your arm, biting your own skin as he yanks you back into him, making your ass flush with his pelvis.  You’re stuffed full of him, fuller than you’ve ever felt, even fuller than when he was in your pussy.  

He pummels you with abandon and your eyes well up in tears.  You're mortified, you've never done this before, and you have so many fears – is he going to ruin you?  Is there going to be a mess?  But each time he buries his length in your ass, it feels better and your fears fade into pleasure. The longer he pounds you, the better it feels.  It feels surprisingly good, much better than you ever thought it would.  The tent seems to echo with his grunts and the slap of skin.  

Another orgasm is brewing as he pounds your guts.  It builds faster this time.  He grunts louder, then your whole body is seized by the deepest, most powerful climax.  You whimper, then your whimper turns into a groan as your ass spasms and your pussy clenches around nothing.  

And then he pulses inside you, filling up another hole.  By the time he's through with you, you're filled to the brim with him.  He slides out and you turn around. 

He stumbles backwards in horror at what he's done. 

“I’m sorry, sugar.  I’m so sorry."

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Part 2 HERE

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[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"my favorite set of stairs is the one up to Your Room"

"let's tangle our legs again, the world doesn't need us to leave our heads. let's tie our breath in knots again, nothing's complicated if we pretend."

synopsis// a normal morning for you and megumi.

pairing// megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

word count// 812

contents// just pure fluff ! also not explicitly specified but you both are adults :)

requested// by an anon!

notes// i don't usually post oneshots mid smau buttt im making an exception bc this is rlly short and fluffy ! anywho this was also inspired by 11:11 by waterparks!! i was gonna use deep red by movements as inspiration but i think 11:11 fit more sigh... dw movements... you'll get ur time to shine eventually...

You blink the sleep away as you take in your surroundings, realizing you're on Megumi’s chest with your hand draped over his waist and your legs tangled together. You yawn, softly rubbing your face against his chest as if trying to get any bit closer to him, and when his heartbeat drumming in your ear starts to sound like a lullaby, you know it's time to get up. So you do.

Kinda.

Your version of getting up right now consists of lazily lifting your head up to stare at Megumi, who’s still fast asleep. His eyelashes brush up against his flushed cheeks—you can't help but reach your hand up to caress his face, and who can blame you? When he’s asleep like this, looking so at peace, it’s almost as if he's begging you to hold his face in your hands, and when you do, it’s like you have the whole world sitting right there in your palm. and as if he can feel you touching him even in his sleep, he smiles, and you find yourself falling in love with him all over again.

The scene before you is just serene, and yeah, maybe you wake up to this every morning, but it never grows old. In fact, it just gets better with time, and you’re over the moon to have all the time in the world with Megumi. ...Except for right now, because you really should be getting up and getting ready for work. You drop your head against his chest and take a deep breath, silently wishing time would just pause so you could stay here, but alas, it does not.

You lift your head again and litter a series of small kisses against his jaw, soft enough that they shouldn’t have woken him, yet he stirs awake, as if you’ve effectively pavlov’d the poor boy to associate that small, soft feeling with you leaving. Megumi wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you in place. You honestly have no idea how he has this much strength when he’s literally half asleep, but you embrace it—his hold on you is as calming as a weighted blanket.

He tucks your head beneath his chin and slurs, “Don’t go.”

You hum and tuck your head further into his neck, placing chaste kisses against him, reveling in how he shivers. "I have to.”

"No, you don't.” 

You laugh softly as you pick your head back up to look at him, his eyes half-lidded, looking like he could fall back asleep any second now.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs sheepishly, collapsing under the weight of your gaze.

"Don't I always?”

He lazily lifts his head to kiss you, but his coordination is horrible due to the fact that his brain isn't even entirely awake right now, so his kiss lands more on the side of your mouth than fully on it. He groans at his failed attempt.

“Kiss me.”

"Yes, your majesty,” you tease.

You ignore Megumi's sleepy glare, instead leaning down and softly pressing your lips against his. You do this a few times, feeling Megumi smile into the kiss, yet it’s all onesided, and you pull away with a huff.

“Why am I gonna kiss you if you’re too lazy to kiss back?”

“Because you love me?”

"Sure, whatever,” you mumble, pressing your hands against his chest to push yourself off of him, but he doesn't give you that chance, instead grabbing you by your wrists to prevent you from getting up any further. "Megumi, I need to go to work.”

He doesn't say anything; instead, he opens his eyes—still lidded, but now he doesn’t look sleepy; now he just looks like he's giving you puppy eyes… Because he is, and he’s evil because he knows your conviction crumbles right then and there at the sight of them.

"Don't look at me like that,” you say, turning your head away from him.

Megumi doesn’t accept that and releases one of your wrists to grab your jaw, forcing you to face him. “Like what?”

“You know what.” 

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Stay? Please?”

You sigh and drop your forehead against his, mumbling, "Megumi, I have to go to work.”

You hear him tut before pushing you off of him and rolling onto his side, his back facing you, as he bitterly mumbles, “Whatever.”

You roll your eyes, yet a fond smile adorns your face. “You’re such a big baby.”

“Go to work; leave me alone.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You quickly hop off the bed and get ready for work, not leaving without littering a few more kisses on Megumi’s face, who’s already sound asleep once more. You’d be more sad about leaving him if you didn’t already know that tomorrow morning would play out exactly like this again and the next. And the morning after that. And after that—and probably forever after that.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024 」

「 COMMISSIONS INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — a lap dance isn’t the only thing you give to him

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ] age gap [ 25 years ], power dynamic, mentions of sex work, mentions of cheating

「 TAGS 」 — [ stripper!reader ], [ boss!christian ] [ age gap relationship ] [ workplace sex ] [ striptease ] [ rough ] [ riding ] [ hair pulling ] [ cheating ] [ unprotected sex ] [ vaginal sex ] [ male + female orgasm ] [ squirting ] [ internal cumshot ] [ vaginal creampie ]

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 594

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x christian cage

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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the rope of your robe fastened tightly around your waist

rosy pink silk hugging your figure

skin still slick and warm, damp with a mixture of baby oil and sweat leaving your flesh with an almost angelic glow as you stepped down from the stage

dollar bills secured in your garter, some even slipped into the lace panties that adorned your hips

you caught his gaze from across the hall, a silent tilt of his head ever so inviting

you follow, obviously it wasn’t uncommon for you the two of you to be alone in his office for… business reasons

he sits at his desk, almost expectantly. his eyes never leaving your figure even before you disrobe.

he motions you towards him with a finger, your feet with a mind of their own paces towards him in slow deliberate steps

hips swaying seductively, alluringly, allowing his eyes to follow and linger.

you stop in front of him, just off to the left side of him.

calloused fingertips reach up, tugging lightly at the silk tie of your robe until the knot frees itself, only leaving you bare with the exception of the matching pink lingerie just barely covering your most intimate areas

sure he was older and well…your boss but that didn’t seem to hinder your resposnsiveness

the was just one catch…you are married

not that that relationship ever held any substance. your husband, despite his abundance in wealth left you unfulfilled lled in many aspects

and when christian found out he was sure you’d never go without a good fucking ever again.

the robe collects at your feet and he eyes you with wicked intent

“you know what to do”

his words although velvety and seductive were laced with an aura of sefistication

maybe that’s just his age

you smile down at him hips swaying no a non-existent rhythm, fingertips reaching for your bra strap, unbuckling the silky material

your breasts now revealed you him and he leers at you, eyes fixated on the swell of your breast and you swear you see his pupils dialate

“you like that?” you smirk sitting on his lap

“you know i do angel” his voice croons so dangerously through your ears

his cock straining against his dress pants prodding against your clothed cunt

“that husband of yours doesn’t know what he’s missing out on”

he doesn’t go in to kiss you, instead his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the pebbled bud

you moan at the sensation, biting your bottom lip

his hands instinctively reaching down to unbuckle his belt

his hard cock throbbing in his palm

without asking you lifted your hips up, allowing him to slide your panties to the side

his cock filling you up to the brim, slick cunt gripping him tightly

“fuck…” you groan, sinking deeper onto him, your hips absentmindedly swirling with such wonderful movements

you bounce on him, letting his cock fill and fuck you so deliciously

god only knows what would happen if someone were to find you

his fingers entangle in your hair, pulling from the roots

“you belong to me, angel. how you gonna explain to you pathetic husband why you’re full of my cum”

your body so overstimulated by the force of his thrusts that you could not help but spill over, gushing around his length coming completely undone

he continues to move, thrusting up into you with vicious thrusts until he’s leaking, hot, frothy cum deep into your void

”fuck…” he pants

“now that’s why i pay you the most, angel”

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

that last ask is going to plague my brain for the next week, now im thinking of bodyguard!chris and seb, specifically bodyguard!chris making him wear a vibe during an important event (seb was okay with it, honestly he probably begged lmao), and seb not being able to do much except sit there and glance over to Chris, who’s just sitting next to him, enjoying the small whimpers that hes so desperately trying to conceal, loving to see him squirm <3

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THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGHTS.

Bodyguard 👏🏻 Chris 👏🏻 and 👏🏻 Client 👏🏻 Sebastian 👏🏻

Short, haphazard list of thoughts under the cut because I can't fucking resist. Also, there's a short stint about guns, all hypothetical, though, just in Seb's imagination, nothing violent

Sebastian wearing a vibrating plug to an important event--having cameras flash all in his face, the shutters of the hungry cameras and shouting of his name from fervent fans and starstruck photographers alike, Seb just a sweet, lonely seal pup in shark infested waters--and slowly getting pinker and pinker with the blush staining high on his pretty cheekbones and across the bridge of his nose.

Chris is there to catch him when they're walking off the red carpet and into the premiere, Sebastian stumbling on fawn-weak legs with the vibrations getting so deep inside him, hitting him right where it counts, against his swollen, sensitive prostate, and making him crumble. All he can do is weakly cling to Chris, letting himself sway into the lapel of his suit jacket just to be against his big, solid chest and whimper, his watering mouth brushing the soft fabric, desperate to bury himself in his bodyguard's chest hair and suckle at his sharp collarbone just to have something to sate his oral fixation.

He's not going to survive this.

He knows there will be photos of him blushing with his mouth just slightly open and his eyes glassy after this, but... he can't find it in himself to care about what that does to his publicity when Chris' big, warm hands are propping him up, smoothing the wrinkles out of his suit, sweeping down his shoulders, and adjusting his tie.

Speaking of holding him up like a master behind a puppet...

Chris' hands are always all over him.

Chris will adjust his cufflinks for him, straying from the job for just long enough to encircle his wrists with his long, thick fingers, reminiscent of the padded leather cuffs Chris used on him just hours ago. Underneath his suit, the bruises are still forming. Just one squeeze, and Sebastian is weak at the knees, a dreamy gasp falling off his glistening bottom lip.

Chris will fix his tie, tugging on it just enough when they're alone in a room to bring their lips together, brushing teasingly, hot and humid, taking chest-fulls of shared breath. Sebastian needs a minute to clear his head after, before they go out there, if Chris didn't know so well just what he needs and what's too much or not enough, he could spiral from just that. Their lips brush, Sebastian's head tilting and leaning back, arching and begging wordlessly for more with just the curve of his neck and heavy drop of his eyelids.

Chris will guide him through doors, into the backs of cars, and push him through crowds with a heavy hand at the small of his back. The security of having him right there, just a step behind him, broad and imposing, all body-heat and confience-oozing swagger, leaves Sebastian struggling to look forward when he's moving. He just wants to twist around and see Chris. He wants to watch him. But, more than anything, he wants to be good. So. He'll go wherever his bodyguard directs him, moving him, directing him, manhandling him. God. It makes him shiver.

Chris doesn't carry a weapon with him, mostly because Sebastian requested he refrain when he hired Chris in the first place, but after meeting Chris--after getting to know him? And knowing him intimately? Sebastian kind of wishes that he had requested he did. He's not afraid of fans; there's no reason he would expect Chris to use a firearm or weapon, so it would just be for intimidation or peace of paranoid mind. Yet...

Sebastian has moments.

Flashes of bright, hot heat where he thinks about it. He knows Chris is licensed to conceal carry. He's a minted bodyguard. So, it's almost a given.

He sees it across the backs of his eyelids in varying, colorful scenarios that shouldn't, but do, turn him on--Chris lifting his arms when reaching for Seb's bag, getting off of a flight, grabbing Seb's arm to steady him as he gets out of a car, raising his arms to plow through a crowd, or even nonchalantly stretching and lifting a hand to his yawning mouth to show off to someone threatening that he has a gun. Just a flash. A tiny little, heart-pounding glimpse of that power.

Seb's mind flits between fantasies...

Oh, god.

Sometimes, the firearm is rested safely in a holster on his belt, wrapped as tight as Sebastian aches to be around his waist, and other times, the gun is tucked into his waistband, no holster, just shoved in, obscenely bulging his slacks. Seb can't decide if he likes the mental image of Chris tucking a gun into his waistband at the front or back. Chris is fucking packing heat already--he makes Seb's brain melt out of his ears with his cock, long and thick and so fucking teeth-rattling good--and Seb wouldn't be able to survive more but then...

That ass.

Seeing a gun tucked into his waistband just above that fucking fat ass that drives him insane already would be, guh. Seb, yeah, Seb would not be able to survive it. He's weak for Chris.

Chris doesn't need a weapon, though.

Chris is already sharp enough without it. His mind. His model-face allows him to get away with anything, leaving everyone, including Sebastian, in a puddle. His eyes cut through crowds, ocean waves that harden into a dark, deep blue Seb would do anything for. His mouth can talk him out of anything, charming and plush, inspiring the most perverse kind of obedience from whoever he speaks to. His body, shoulders and pecs and biceps and hands and thick abs and ass and thighs and all, every fucking inch of it, is built for power and dominance. His wardrobe is classic and he's always dressed to kill. He's too much. Sebastian still can't believe he's ever gotten into such a fucking incredible, unprofessional relationship with him. He's too much.

He's so distracting, keeping Seb perfectly safe--his protector, big and strong--that it leaves him feeling like swooning. Chris makes him into a needy, desperate, delicate little thing. And Chris doesn't mind one fucking bit. There's a reason he got into this business. He likes control and order and protecting those he cares about. As much as he hits Seb's buttons, Seb's long-legged, clumsy-eager aching to be good for him hits Chris' own buttons.

And for as ruined as some event photos are by their filthy shenanigans showing all over sweet Sebastian's pretty face, part of what Chris is protecting for Sebastian is his reputation and image, not just his body.

Bodyguards of the rich and famous aren't just for physical support. They're for making sure that everything runs smoothly, too. Emotional protection, if you will. Illustratively, bodyguards block photos taken by paparazzi at inopportune moments, whether that be sliding into a car in a short skirt and getting in the way of cameras so nothing gets captured that shouldn't, flashing everyone, or...

The laces of Sebastian's shoes come undone as he's walking from the hotel to his photo op. He stops to take pictures and say hello to fans, and without him noticing, one of his shoes comes undone. To save face, preventing Sebastian from falling and embarrassing himself, therefore bruising an ethereal image, Chris does the obvious. The obvious to him. Not to Sebastian. Chris takes a knee to tie his shoe for him.

Any thought Sebastian was having, any thread of conversation he was having with a fan, anything at all that was happening in that pretty head of his is completely eclipsed by the sheer wave of desire that crashes violently into him as a result of Chris' action. It feels too intimate for public.

Oh.

Sebastian's voice cracks in the middle of whatever the fuck, unimportant thing he was saying, lost to staring down at Chris tying his shoe for him; doing it up in a perfect bow, double-knotted, and patting the side of the smooth leather in what could be looked at as friendly, or, face-burningly, could (and does) remind Sebastian of how when they're alone, sharing hotel rooms or stealing a weekend in Seb's apartment alone, and Chris pats his ass. It's bluntly possessive. Of course, he's going to pat or slap or hit that ass. It's his ass. He owns it. He can do anything he wants to it. It's his. It's his, so, naturally, he's going to look after it closely. Sebastian is his. Chris looks after him, so well.

Seb can hardly hold in his moan, looking down dizzily at Chris before him, on his knees in front of him and... everyone.

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Thank you for the excuse to fucking Lose It about this AU, haha

[overtake]

Not to be weird but I feel like I got zapped when I read your hockey snippet, how didn't I know that this existed? It's literally been living my brain for hours and I've not been able to stop re-reading it since 🙃 clearly you can take the girl out of toronto but you can't take toronto out the girl because im a changed person now. No pressure ofc I mean this in non-prodding way but praying and willing you to put your snippets together. If you never come around to it then I'm glad (and changed) for what you've shared with world regardless 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is SO sweet 🥹 I love you so much. Just for this, please have a bit more hockey au. There's a tiny snippet after a media bit (Surprise, this fic is multi-media! Writing the social media parts has been my fave part of the entire process)

@.MapleLeafs on TikTok: | December 12, 2023

[Players walk by a whiteboard on their way into the practice rink. They're stopped to answer the question written on it as they enter. The caption written over their heads reads: "Who don’t your Leafs want to sit next to on a flight?"]

ALEX ALBON: Easy one. Esteban Ocon. He’ll bite your head off if you make a single noise. I think he’d get mad if the plane was going down and you tried to warn him. LOGAN SARGEANT: Gasly or Ocon. I don’t know if it’s a French thing, but they both get really annoyed if you talk to them on a plane. PIERRE GASLY: Danny Ric. He is the loudest person I’ve ever met in my life. ESTEBAN OCON: Daniel Ricciardo. Sorry, Daniel. DANIEL RICCIARDO: Gasly. Max and I were just having a conversation and he rose up behind us and nearly bit our heads off for laughing. I don’t know why he keeps sitting near us. MAX VERSTAPPEN: I don’t really mind sitting next to anyone. I usually sit next to Daniel, and we have a good time. He keeps movies downloaded for us. They're often not very good, but that's sometimes more fun, you know? YUKI TSUNODA: Daniel. VALTERRI BOTTAS: Daniel Ricciardo. ZHOU GUANYU: Daniel. He is very nice and fun, but sometimes you just want to relax on a flight. MARCUS ERICCSON: Surely everyone except Max picked Daniel, right? FERNANDO ALONSO: I don’t want to sit next to anyone.

Mara (DR’s Reputation Era) @.mv33fan: Fernando Alonso: I hate this entire team The entire team: We hate Daniel and the French Max and Daniel: Ask again later. Our mouths are occupied with each other’s dicks.

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Theoretically, Daniel knew that his and Max's pre-game ritual could end up on the broadcast. Butt taps and silly handshakes in the tunnel inevitably end up on team Instagram stories even if they don't air on TV. It was to be expected, particularly on a Saturday night game against Ottawa.

Still, he didn’t exactly expect a whole montage. It's a nice little package, to be fair. It shows him and Max laughing next to each other in the tunnels and locker rooms before games, followed by their fingers interlocking in their usual drawn-out high five. Daniel prefers to fist bump the whole team and exit only before the goalies, but his routine with Max is always a bit of a production that holds up the line. It's only a surprise it hasn't been uploaded sooner.

After a game where Max scored two goals and Daniel threw his body in front of a rogue deflection and stopped the Sens from a late-third tie, the media naturally focuses on the montage. God forbid they talk about actual fucking hockey in the hockey interview.

“We call it tangled love,” he tells reporters in the press scrum after the game. “In honour of our artistic collision last game.”

It wasn’t a real collision. They’d just got tangled up together when things got chippy by the net. Their skates had collided and they'd taken each other out while trying to defend Esteban from some Habs players. It was all over social media, though, and Daniel knew they’d end up in some embarrassing NHL moments compilation.

They’d both laid on the ice, a little stunned and a lot stupid, before Daniel let out a giant laugh and broke the tension. Max had risen to his feet and tried to pull up Daniel, only for them both to fall right back down as if this was the first time they'd ever skated.

They’d actually been doing this little handshake all season, but reporters were always happy for a soundbite to latch onto and a joke they’d never let go. There's not much to work with in this league in the way of on-camera personality, so it’d probably be a story for the next week. The go-karting clips of the two of them were so popular than even Max mentioned he’d seen them on Reels, and he’d carefully curated his feed to show him anything but Leafs content.

Daniel can’t explain it, this warmth that makes him feel like he’s glowing from inside out all the time since the season started, but he knows he feels it most when he sees people write his name alongside Max’s like their togetherness is a given.

[lfghughes]

gentleman jack him being nominated for some team award or fancy gala and taking his girlfriend. He in a suit, she in a long dress, limousine, champagne, red carpet; He's in love with every move she makes and she's bursting with pride.

a/n: this is me calling the win now for lady byng and you can all hate me if im wrong

Being in front of the camera wasn’t exactly something you dreamed of but every once in a while you just had to put your big girl pants on and do it. You knew Jack didn’t really like it either. It was one thing playing hockey in front of thousands a people every other night but putting on a suit and go to a big fancy event was a little bit of a sacrifice for the two of you when you preferred staying in or something much more casual.

You finished getting ready and you had to admit you did love the long dress you had on and okay maybe it did feel good to dress up a little for one night. Walking out of your bedroom and into the living room you saw Jack struggling with his tie. “Here let me help.” You told him as you walked up to him but his eyes go wide when he saw you. “What? What’s wrong?” He quickly shook his head at your question.

“Nothing you just look stunning.” He told you as his eyes grazed over your whole dress. Something about the way his eyes traveled all along your body made you feel like you were on fire. You snapped out of your thoughts as you went over, helping him finish his tie. “So..You think you’re still going to win that award even after your little ‘not fight’ with Aho?” You teased him, a little smirk on your lips as you used his own words against him.

“I really hope not simply because I don’t want to give a speech. Wait do you think I have to give a speech?” Clearly he had not paid much attention to any of the details of this and you hoped there was some kind of speech process just to hear what he would come up with on the spot. Once you both were done getting ready you met up with Nico who would be riding with you guys and a few other friends of Jacks that were also going to the award in a limo.

This was probably one of the fanciest things you had done, between the limo and the champagne. Both you and Jack lived a pretty simple and casual life even though you knew he had the ability to be doing this every night if he wanted to. Luckily he was much more low key about it. That didn’t really help either of you when it came time to the red carpet, you had felt awkward the minute you stepped out of the limo but quickly found your groove once Jacks hand went to your back, a reassuring movement on his part.

Once inside it was definitely a lot better without all the cameras flashing and there were plenty of familiar faces to talk to. When it came time to announce the winners of the awards you couldn’t help but look at Jack and when you heard his name get called you would have thought he had been prepared for this with the way he had calmly got up from his seat and leaned over to give you a quick kiss before heading on up.

During his speech you watched him with such pride of all the work he had done to get here. You also counted all the uhh’s he said just to tease him about later. “Uhh, yeah. So it’s great getting this award I mean I try to be as gentlemanly as possibly…with the exception of one time.” He smirked slightly as the crowd chuckled. With that the night came to an end and as much as you did end up having you were definitely happy to get home and into comfier clothes. As soon as you walked into the door your hand flew to your zipper and Jack went to help you “Let me be gentlemanly and help you out of this dress, huh?”

[pwnyta]

Now that the battle has officially ended in BNHA...

Its AWARD SEASON TIME.

The award for MOST RUSHED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT goes to...

BAKUGO

...I mean whatever Hori... at this point I guess I should just be happy hes not an insufferable douche now...

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The award for MOST FUCKED UP MESSAGE goes to...

TOGA

Girl what...

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Award for ...really he died in the end anyways? After all that??? goes to-

Shigaraki!

...Seriously... wat?

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Award for MOST ANTI-CLIMACTIC REVEAL AND PAYOFF goes to... HOLY SHIT ITS A TIE!

BUT BOTH AWARDS STILL GO TO...

Deku!

For seeing Bakugos ''death'' AND 'Holy shit your arms really did get chopped the fuck off thats craz- oop theyre already back!'

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Award for OKAY HORIKOSHI WE GET IT YOU CAN DRAW HANDS HOLY SHIT THEYRE SO WELL DRAWN AND DYNAMIC NOBODY IS JEALOUS STOP IT JESUS CHRIST HORIKOSHI STOP award goes to...

HORIKOSHI!!

Holy shit that mother fucker can draw hands... if only he could draw out a plot point half as good....

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Award for Literally we wasted so much fucking time on you and for what goes to...

ITS ANOTHER TIE!~!

SHINSO AND HAWKS!!!

Seriously what the fuck...

(I guess I didnt get a panel for Hawks while I was clipping panels... LMAO Hawks.)

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Award for HOLY SHIT TOKOYAMI!!! goes to...

TOKOYAMI!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!

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Award for MOST SURPRISING HOMIE IN ALL OF SHONEN HISTORY (maybe) goes to...

GRAPE BOI.

...??? I mean hes kind of a king for this NGl.... '...just dont take Dark Shadow from Tokoyami!'

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Award for MOST CONSISTENT HOMIE goes to....

ITS ANOTHER TIE!!

IIDA AND SHOUJI!!!

They really are THE BOYS. Theres no force in the world that could stop them from being homies!

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The award for ...HORI WTF DID YOU MEAN BY THAT??? goes to....

OH SHIT ANOTHER TIE!!

Lock getting told he wouldnt understand what its like being discriminated against and the Todoroki family without Shoto panel!!

....Hori what did you mean by this? Its such a bad look Hori?

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Award for AYYYYE MY BOY GUNHEAD goes to

GUNHEAD!!

There he is!!! MY BOY! LOVE YOU BUD!

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Award for IDKY your hear but im so proud of you! goes to....

JIRO!!

Girl why are you here at this point... everyone else has a connection to each other... except you? Whatever Im just happy to see you girl. I did a hear pun cuz ears....

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Award for MOST UNSTOPPABLE BITCH goes to...

MIRKO!

Seriously you could cleave this bitchs skull from her shoulders and she'd find a way to headbutt her opponent...

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Thats the end of part 1 of BNHA AWARDS!!! Feel free to send your own awards (make sure you give me a chapter number example) in my ask box and I'll keep going (nobody will) but we'll be back for ROUND 2 in a moment!!

[actualbird]

WAIT I WAS SPAMMING MARIUS TO INTERACT WITH HIM IN VISIT FOR FUN AND HE SAID “my brother used to buy me clothes. he had a better sense of fashion than me” (or something v similar to this, I got the intimacy level up screen half way through) and I’m like AGH the angst, he even took marius on shopping trips 😭 😭 😭 maybe marius buys clothes based on what giann would pick 😭

WAHHHH yes thats one of my favorite lines from his regular interactions!!! i love how it gives a glimpse of marius and giann's relationship, even if it's a very mundane detail. theres two things i wanna say about this though

1 ) while the line seems to be nostalgic in a way, i also like the implication/thematic tie in that marius growing out of his brother's shadow (even if the circumstances that Led to this happening are less than ideal)

like, theres several stories that show that other people saw marius as lesser or as somebody simply in his brother's shadow and not a person himself. but among marius' key story themes methinks is individuality and carving out his own identity for himself and expressing that identity while bound to a world that is so strict about how he "must" present himself

(sidenote: this is an incredibly queercoded theme to me and i mean that genuinely! the radical decision to be himself against all the "norms" of what the society surrounding him wants him to be!)

(sidenote 2: marius actually shares this theme with vyn a LOT. royal expectations and high class expectations. except that vyn made the radical decision to leave, which is in itself still a valid and worthwhile expression of his individuality. also vyn chose a new name for himself that is so lgbt of him)

so yeah, while giann was the one taking care of marius' clothes (and thus, in a way, marius' image) (though this doesnt strike me as a bad thing, more just in an overbearing protective caring older brother sense) (i hc giann has a lot of guilt in failing marius during their childhoods so he overcompensated in a lot of ways and maybe one of the ways was HEY MARIUS LET'S GO SHOPPING)—SORRY IM GETTING OFF TOPIC. anyway while giann was the one buying clothes in the beginning, that obviously is no longer the case now. so much like the other spheres of marius' life, he needs to employ his individuality in this smaller mundane way as well.

so while i think marius does, every once in a while, buy some clothes because it was what giann would pick, i think he does this out of nostalgia and out of how much he misses giann. not because the image giann had helped him make is one he necessarily fully and only ascribes to. i think marius by and large chooses his own clothes based on his own tastes and identity that he has now made for himself

and i think hes done a pretty good job! marius' outfits are AWESOME. quick shoutouts to my favorite outfits of his:

(sidenote 3: i know that last one, the pink denim jacket one, had POLARIZED audiences but sue me i personally love it jHVKJHSDF i think it is so fun and so campy and pink suits him well)

ANYHOO the second thing i wanna bring up is

2 ) IM SO CURIOUS AS TO WHAT GIANN'S FASHION SENSE IS

i know many many of us have seen giann's sprite already from the cn server bday 3 card of marius, but that sprite showed him in a very formal outfit. i wanna know what his casual day to day fashion sense is like. is it soft cardigans core? something more streetwear? dark academia? JVSKFJHDVFS

i personally think his fashion sense would be in a perpetual state of smart casual. i have no basis for this, this is just me going off of vibes.

thanks for the ask!!

[chellestrash]

Lesson learned

Frank Castle x Female Reader 

Summary: You decide to find out what happens when you tie Frank Castle to your bed and maybe juuuust maybe, it’s as fun as you’ve imagined.

Warnings: mild bondage, cursing, teasing, explicit, smut, dom!reader, dom!frank, power struggle, brat!reader,

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you @chelseasdagger​ for proofreading as always, I've been feeling inspired lately so im probably gonna write a couple fics until Ill get hit with the writing block again.

“I don't know if I like this.”

Frank mumbles out, looking over at you, working away on the knot by his wrist.

“You don't know if you like anything, Castle.”

You answer without taking your eyes off the rope. Frank sighs loudly, rolling his eyes at your response before quickly turning his head back to you.

“Hey, easy.”

He reaches up with his other hand to loosen the ties slightly, and you shake your head in disbelief.

“What? Too much? Hurts too bad, huh?”

You tease, throwing your leg over his body to attempt to tie his other arm to the headboard of the bed as well.

“Watch it.”

He warns you, but it only makes you want to push him more.

“Or what?”

You ask, blinking quickly a couple of times, looking as innocent as you possibly could in the middle of tying Frank Castle to his own god-damn bed.

“Jesus Christ.”

He sighs again, turning his head to the side for a moment before glancing right back up at you.

“So what?”

He looks around, trying to inspect the ropes on both of his wrists. You watch as he balls his hand into a fist. Attempting to pull his hand away from the headboard, he inspects the ropes' strength.

“This looks good?”

He asks as he looks over at you, and you grin from ear to ear.

“Oh, you have no idea how good this looks”

You smirk, and he scoffs at your reaction. Pushing his hips up suddenly, he makes you lose balance and fall forward onto his chest.

“Don't get cocky, kid.”

“Said Frank ‘The Punisher’ Castle.”

“Alright, smart ass.”

You play innocent again, shrugging as if you have no idea what could he possibly mean.

“So now what?”

“Now? Now you just have to relax, Frankie.”

You cup his cheek softly and push your ass back on top of him at the same time.

“Think you can do that for me? Huh?”

His chest puffs up and then falls with his deep sigh.

“Yeah.”

You smile and lean down, your hand sliding down to wrap around his neck, still gently, still soft.

“Yeah?”

You whisper against his skin, pecking at his earlobe before moving down to his jawline, his jaw and then back up to his lips.

“You're gonna be good for me, Frankie?”

Your voice rings out in his head as the familiar feeling slowly builds up in his stomach. You brush your thumb over his lower lip to get his attention back.

“Yeah, mhm.”

Frank tries, he really does, he tries to ignore the way his whole body tenses up at your words hoping you wouldn't notice, but you do, of course you do.

“Nervous?”

You ask quietly as you run your hands up and down his chest. You can’t help but smile at the way his eyes glance up and down your body, stopping at your hands for a moment before quickly coming right back up to your face. Frank checks the ties again, looking from the side as he tries to pull his hands away from the headboard again.

“You look a little nervous.”

You point out and bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight away another smile.

“C’mon, kid.”

Frank pushes his hips up against you again, and you scoff at the impatient tone of his voice. He really wanted this.

“You’re lucky, I’m feeling generous today.”

Pushing back on him again, you arch your back before swiftly sliding off him, your nails dragging down his chest and then his lower stomach. He grunts quietly at the sensation, and you need to stop yourself from pointing it out.

Frank inhales sharply as he feels you move below the waistband of his boxer briefs, he tries his best to fight the feeling off, but the way you let him feel the small touches everywhere except for where he needs you the most feels pointless to try and fight off. He glances down at you sitting right between his legs, the first thought in his head being to pull you close. But as he tries to move his arm, he suddenly remembers. You catch the way his head suddenly turns to the side, and it makes you chuckle.

“There he is! Did you forget already? Really, Castle?”

He won’t admit it.

“Just.”

He clears his throat and tries to adjust his position against the headboard.

“Was just checking.”

“Mhm, sure you were.”

You nod slowly, fighting back the smirk on your lips.

“You wanna check again?”

You watch his hands ball up into fists as he pulls himself up slightly.

“No, it looks good.”

“Okay.”

You nod softy.

“We'll just have to check and see how well it holds.”

Your hand finds its way between his legs, and you rub your palm over the bulge. Frank sighs heavily, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

“You're gonna quit teasing or?”

He presses his legs together for a moment, and you look up at him amazed, knowing you're really getting to him now.

“I don't know…haven't decided yet.”

Pushing yourself up, you slip your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants before starting to tug them down slowly. You watch him instinctively push his hips up to help you pull his pants off.

“Oooh, attaboy, Castle, look at that.”

The pet name catches him off guard, and Frank frowns immediately after the words leave your mouth.

“What? You use that one so much I thought you liked it.”

You tease, throwing his pants off to the side before pushing his legs open to lay down on your chest between them.

“Now spread them open for me, Frankie.”

You instruct, and he follows, not without a couple of huffs and sighs, of course.

You rest your head with your cheek pressed against the inside of his thigh, your face right by his bulge, your eyes fixed on his as you lay there completely in awe of how pretty he looks.

"God, you're pretty, Frankie.”

You purr, your nails dragging over his skin, up to the gray boxers and back down.

“Okay you-”

Frank tries to protest, it's a natural thing for him, he's used to his advantage in those situations. But this time it's you, this time he's all yours. Just like that, with his hands tied, his legs spread and his cock hard in his boxers, he's all yours.

His own low grunt brings him back into the bedroom, your hand now tight around his length, your eyes sparkling in the light at the way his body reacts to your touch. You watch him try to reach out to grab you again, and you tilt your head to the side with a little pout.

“What is it, Frankie? Hmm?”

You tease, and he sighs, rolling his eyes at the tone of your voice.

“Want me to get up there?”

He nods.

“Yeah, you want me up there?”

“Mhm.”

You scoff quiet at his half-assed answer.

“What do we say?”

“Christ, you…would you-”

He starts, but the look on your face makes him choke up on his own words.

“Please?”

He whispers, and if you ever have to describe an angry whisper, now you know what to use as an example.

“Alright.”

You shrug as if this was the most normal everyday thing.

“Since you asked so preeeetty.”

You throw your leg over his hips, one hand on his chest to steady yourself, and position yourself on top of him. With his cock now hard and pressing up against his stomach, you push back, making sure you can feel his tip under your ass. Reaching behind you, you cup the bulge and grip him tighter through the fabric.

Unable to pull you closer with his arms spread open, his wrists still tied to the bed, Frank huffs loudly, your body moving with his body.

“C'mon, baby-”

He mumbles, hips pushing up slightly, trying to get you to move on top of him, feeling his stomach tensing up.

“C’mon what?”

You ask, teasing, as you finally begin to move on top of him.

Frank hums, letting his head fall back, eyes closed now, letting his body relax.

“Mmmm”

“C'moooon what, Castle?”

You stop your hips and ask again before he cracks one eye open with a loud sigh.

“Fuck, baby, c'mon, just…just quit the teasing. Can you do that for me? Hmm?"

The wide eye look on your face makes him scoff.

“Me? Teasing? Never.”

You mumble, slowly moving your hips back and forth on top of him. The friction of the fabric makes Frank inhale sharply, you watch his hands ball into fists. You pull yourself closer to him, and he feels exactly how your ass drags over his entire length, having to stop himself from bucking his hips the moment you slide off of him completely, leaving his body missing the feeling. His lips find yours when you lean forward, his eyes close as he hums quietly into the kiss and you smile against him. Tilting your head to the side, you deepen the kiss and Frank follows before he feels your hand on his neck. Wrapping your fingers around him, you push his head back slightly, your lips now leaving his as you move onto his check, then jaw and then his neck. A frustrated groan follows the way your tongue travels up his neck, over his Adam's apple and stopping right at his jawline. Reaching behind you with your other hand, you make sure his cock gets the much needed attention as well. Feeling him warm and hard in his boxers, you smirk at the thought of you getting to make the punisher feel this way. Who else can say that?

“Gooood, you feel so good, Frankie.”

You coo as his body tenses up from your touch. He doesn't respond, his leg now bent at the knee, his eyes on the ceiling, his chest puffed up slightly.

“Lets see what we can do, hmm?”

You ask as you push yourself back on his cock again. You can tell how hard he is under you, and you're pretty sure he can tell how turned on you are as well. There's no way having Frank tried to a bed like this underneath you wouldn't make you feel something between your legs.

“I need to hold you.”

Frank speaks up after a moment of you working his cock over the fabric.

“You need to?”

You ask, raising an eyebrow as you wrap your arms around his neck to help with your pace.

“I want- fuck- I want to hold you.”

Frank corrects himself after a moment, his eyes scanning your face quickly, unable to pick a feature to focus on. You tilt your head to the side with a smirk.

“Yeah I know, I know Frankie, but we're not doing that.”

You answer, noting the way his arms tense up at your words.

“You're gonna come without touching me, okay?”

As expected, Frank doesn't answer, only closes his eyes and huffs out a bunch of air in frustration. Previously convinced that you would cave in, Frank Castle is now out of ideas. With his hands tied to the bed, his legs spread, his cock hard and you on top of him, he is out of ideas.

“I just want to see if you can.”

Smiling innocently, you drop harder on him, and you swear you can feel him twitch. Frank shuts his eyes tightly, his fingers digging into his palms, panting through his nose. He tries his best to fight off the overwhelming warmth radiating from between his legs underneath you. He knows the feeling, and aware of the fact that he won't be able to fight it back much longer, his body jerks back slightly.

“Shit.”

He mumbles under his breath, feeling the small droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead. You keep working your hips back and forth for another moment, letting a couple of quiet moans slip past your lips. A couple of them are exaggerated just to get to him, a couple of them genuine, falling out when his cock nudges at your most sensitive spots.

“You close now, Frankie?”

You push your ass back, pressing your whole body weight down at the same time, and he swallows hard.

“Mhm.”

He nods, panting loudly as he waits for your next move.

“Attaboy.”

You tease again before quickly getting off of him. You lie right back between his legs just like before, spreading them open, resting on your chest. Frank watches carefully as you wrap your hand around the bulge, still touching him only through the fabric.

“Fuck.”

You scoff quietly, crossing your legs tightly as you feel this getting to you as well.

“Almost there, big guy.”

You comfort him, now working his length with your hand. After a couple strokes, you push your hand up again and tighten your grip right under the tip of his cock. The small darker spot slowly forms in the middle of the fabric.

“S-Shit.”

Frank's thighs shake slightly as he pushes up into your palm. You let him have this for a couple more thrusts before letting go of him completely.

He groans frustratedly, and you hear the wooden headboard creek as he tries to get the rope on his wrists to snap.

“C'mon, shit- fuck, baby, I'm gonna-”

“Yeah?”

You cut him off excitedly. Dropping down on the bed, you push his legs apart one more time, holding his cock firmly in your hand as you push your tongue out. Pressing it right to the base on the underside of his cock, you hum quietly. Frank feels like he's choking on the air in his lungs. His whole body twitches as he gets to watch you press your tongue against his cock, slowly licking up the entirety of his length. Normally this wouldn't be enough, this muted sensation of what was possibly one of his favorite things you'd do to him wasn't usually enough. But tonight? Tonight after having you tease him like this, with his hands tied, unable to touch you, getting only what you're willing to give him. After what feels like hours, this, this right here, your eyes staring directly into his, the warmth of your tongue noticeable through the fabric, your fingers pressing into his cock, this time this is enough.

You watch as Frank's eyes shut tightly, sinking his teeth into his lower lip, as he fights back the loud sounds of satisfaction. His hips push up a couple more times as you press your tongue against the very tip of his cock.

“Oh shit-oh shit oh-”

His own body cuts him off as his stomach tenses up, every muscle twitching and the wood of the bed creaks one more time before Frank jerks his arm forward and the ties around his right wrist snap. Instinctively, he reaches down to grab himself over the fabric, but you stop him just in time. His hand now closes tightly around your smaller one, his fingers digging into his palm as his body shakes when Frank finally succumbs to his climax.

“Fuu-”

“That's it, that's it, attaboy!”

You praise him after the fact, lying back down in his lap. You drag your nails gently up and down his thighs, watching the dark spot on the boxers grow larger and larger until he finally leaks through the soaked fabric. Glancing up to make sure he's watching, you push your tongue out one more time, licking up cum as another little praise, definitely not to tease him even further. Frank hisses through his teeth and jerks back slightly, the feeling and image of you like this clearly being too much for his body at this point. He pants loudly, his mouth open, his chest quickly rising and falling with every breath.

“Fuck, baby I'm-”

He curses out loud, letting go of your hand the moment he realizes what happened.

“I'm sorry-”

He starts, but you stop him, shaking your hand in the air with a smile to show him that he didn't hurt you too much.

“I'm okay, definitely better than you.”

You point out and he scoffs quietly.

“Yeah, okay.”

You climb on top, reaching over to the side of the headboard to undo the ties on the side he didn't manage to break out of. Rubbing the red marks on his wrist, Frank scoffs loudly as you rest your head on top of his chest.

“You did so good, Frankie.”

You start and he rolls his eyes.

“You're not letting this go, are you?”

You glance up with a giant grin.

“Never.”

“Yeah? So what, you had fun?”

He asks, you can hear the confidence in his voice slowly making its way back there.

“Mhm.”

You purr against his chest.

“I'll just have to get a thicker rope next time.”

You point out and he shakes his head. You lay in silence for a moment, Frank's hands moving up and down your body, a bit more than usual. It's almost as if he's trying to make it up to himself for the fact that he didn't have his hands on you the entire time like he usually would. In the rush of what almost feels like adrenaline after you watched the rope around his arm snap, you forgot about yourself. Now with things a bit more quiet, you feel the heat between your legs once again, the throbbing sensation and longing for touch. His touch. Squirming around on top of him, you let out a little whine the moment you manage to grind against his thigh.

“Need my help, sweetheart?”

Frank asks and you sigh in relief.

“God, yes please.”

You push yourself up and grab onto his arm as he helps you get on top of him one more time.

“No more games this time.”

He warns as he reaches down to pull himself out.

“Mhm.”

You coo innocently, pulling your panties off before wrapping your arms around his neck as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?”

Frank asks, and you nod eagerly, feeling your body begging for him.

“You're lucky I'm feeling generous, sweetheart.”

He teases you with his tip, and you feel your eyes almost roll to the back of your head as he pushes himself inside you. Your legs push closer together as you feel the stretch, the drag, and that sweet bit of pain Frank’s able to provide every god-damn time he's inside you.

You look up at him panting, excited and impatient, as your nails dig into his back the moment his hips thrust up inside you. Even not fully hard like this, Frank feels massive inside you. You feel yourself tightening around him, which doesn't help. His hands are on either side of your body, his fingers digging into your ribs, his face focused on yours, mesmerized by the way you feel. You're not usually loud, not like this, but this time you are. You let yourself go, after clearly underestimating how much the sight of Frank coming, how you made him come, has affected you and your body. It doesn't take long for your back to arch, your head to fall back slightly and your toes to curl at the way your body feels when you get closer and closer and closer.

“I should just stop right now, huh?”

You whine at his words, clenching around him before wrapping your legs around his back.

“Maybe I should so you can learn.”

He speaks again, and you lean forward, hiding your face in his neck.

“Frankie-”

You whine again.

“Yeah?”

“Don't-”

You start, and he chuckles satisfied, feeling you almost there now.

“Don't-”

“Yeah, you don't want me to stop, huh?”

He teases, and you bite into his neck quickly before moving up right to his ear.

“Don't fucking act like you didn't like it.”

You whisper, and Frank grunts louder than before. Gripping you firmly, he pulls your body down on top of him, finally pushing you over the edge, and you come around him harder and earlier than you were expecting.

Exhausted, you fall into his arms, resting against his chest as you attempt to steady your breathing.

“Christ, Frank…really?”

You look up, annoyed, your chest still moving quickly against him.

He shrugs as if nothing ever happened, and he wasn't plotting against you while fucking your brains out.

“I learned from you sweetheart.”

He mumbles, pushing you back down on his chest before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Shut up.”

You mumble out, snuggling closer to him, unable to come up with a smart ass response after everything that just happened.

“Yes ma’am.”

Frank responds quietly, feeling his own body relax after everything. He sighs loudly before rubbing his hand over your back.

“You did good.”

“So did you.”

He chuckles quietly before looking off to the side and then right back down at you.

“Yeah, well, i learned from you sweetheart.”

[mxlktxa]

im right here, promise

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

pairing; abber anderson x f!reader

c/w; (mentions of) nightmares, language, (mentions of) arguments

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

I woke up to heavy pants and sobs from the room across from me. I sat up and peeked at the bottom of the door I resided behind, seeing some light reach through from the other door. Abby was up. But why? And what was with the crying?

I creeped out of my sleeping bag on the floor, slipping past my door in order to creak open the door to Abby’s room.

There she sat, head buried in her large hands, rocking back and forth as she weeped. The door soundlessly shut behind me, yet Abby still sensed me.

Her tears ran down her face, pooling up at her chin and dripping down once it was heavy enough. Her eyes red, skin pale, and hands trembling.

“Abby? What’s wrong?” my feet tracked me in front of her, acting on instinct to place her hands on her knees so that I was able to hug her head to my stomach.

I received no answer. Unless you count quiet huffs and groans as one, then perhaps I did receive one. Just one I wasn’t really anticipating.

“I’m right here. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead,” I comfortably whispered to her, now sitting on the bed next to her but still keeping her head against me.

Abby moved herself so her head was on my lap, seeming to instantly calm herself down. Leaning my head over to check on her, she was already glancing at me.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Abby gave a weak, still an almost unseeable smile. I returned the expression, starting to reach for her braid and undo it.

“I’m sorry,” she started, “about earlier today. Pushing you away like that. I just… I didn’t want to be around anyone or take my anger out on you.”

“And that’s fine. You don’t have to tell me things right then and there.”

“I know but,” Abby huffed, looking away from me now, “you looked so hurt and I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know, Abby. I know. I wasn’t hurt, just worried.”

Her head turned up to me again, now showing a bit of a bigger smile. I giggled, motioning her to sit up and face her back to me. She did what was silently asked to, hair free from her braid and covering most of her back.

“Do you want to braid it back up or do you want a hair tie?”

“Braid it back up. It’s nice when you do it.”

“As you wish,” pushing her hand around, my lips connected with the nape of her neck, separating her hair into three even sections and getting straight to work.

We sat in silence for a bit, with the exception of me humming a lullaby tune as I braided. Abby slightly swayed back and forth but not enough to challenge me. I leaned over a bit, seeing her face contort with some frustration.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I had a bit of a nightmare too."

"Yeah? Would you like to share?"

"It's the usual honestly. Running into the hospital. Seeing my fathers corpse on the ground. Owen and you trying to block the view," she paused after that, shivering in the slightest, "But this time... You two got shot. Owen was dead right off the bat but you. You were trying to hold out and I was trying to keep you with me," Abby's voice quivered with fear, like she was on the verge of tears again.

"Baby," I hushed her, letting her hair slip between my fingers so I could crawl in front of her, "I'm not dying. I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be right here."

Abby looked to me with hopeful eyes, taking my hands to place them on either side of her head. I snickered, places many kisses onto her forehead. Abby gave a little chuckle, hands meeting my waist.

"Braid my hair in the morning?" she asked, pulling me in to hug me closely. I hummed softly, snaking my arms around her, "please? I'll wake up extra early."

"No, no. It's okay. Lay down, Abs. I'll sleep with you tonight."

Abby hurriedly got under the covers, dragging me along with her. I squealed at the action, hiding my face in her chest as she settled the blanket over us and let me rest my head on her chest.

"Promise me you won't go anywhere?" Abby asked more than demanded, hand meeting my cheek to caress it.

"Abs... I'm right here. Promise."

"Good," she sounded so comforted and happy. Abby then encased me in her arms, kissing the top of my head and relaxing.

"Goodnight, angel."

"Goodnight. Abby. Abs. Abigail. Muscle M-"

"Close your eyes and shut your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

[hanasnx]

hi i asked abt zena and ani. I js wanted to say that their dynamic is my favorite thing in the world. how he’s so nonchalant abt everything and mysterious and her just wanting to crack him. im in love.

also. “ever shot a porno?” god kill me now. i need more of their banter. just the way they speak to each other is so 🫠

i’d love to see a more personal (wink wink) interview between them both.

thank you indy for blessing this earth with zenakin.

(also could i be 🪐)

this is so crazy cool to me tbh bcos i didnt write them together originally to have crazy sexual tension i just feel like i cant not imbue sexual tension into my writing. i love that you asked me about them and youve picked up on their dynamics. the prompt is a little too vague so i hope im doing it justice. also yes ofc you can be that emoji &lt;3

"Bet you thought you saw the last of me." ZENA DAREN remarks smartly, a haughty curl to her lips at the sight of ANAKIN SKYWALKER sitting before her once again. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and she finds herself staring at the way his Adam's apple bobs from the movement. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand, and drops the bottle next to his chair leg.

"You are persistent, I'll give you that." he relents, and nods in subtle commendation. "Didn't even realize I had an agent until you relentlessly overwhelmed her with every trick in the book. Can't say I'm not impressed." Zena can't tell if this was another one of his signature dry jokes. Krayt House couldn't be so popular now that he wouldn't notice an entire person signing on to be his personal agent to coordinate events behind the scenes? How many papers has this guy signed to have not kept track of something like that? No, must be a joke. It's still taking considerable effort for her to nail this guy down. Like a Rubik's cube, she can't put it down until it's a clear solve.

Her pen points over the precipice of her clipboard. "You told her you weren't taking interviews anymore." The accusatory tone of voice utilized causes Anakin to raise his brows in mock offense.

"The series is over. Why should I?" he debates, sinking further back into his seat that unconsciously pushes out his hips. Those black pants hug him well, and Zena swallows. Additionally, he crosses his arms over his broad chest, swelling the muscle in a most please way. Cords of tendons lovingly tended to in the gym are on full display. At this point, she knows he's attractive— he has been all this time— but what would she expect from a professional porn star with his kind of experience under his belt? It won't go anywhere if she pursued it, but she's far more fascinated in him as a puzzle to solve.

"You neglected to mention to her that I would be an exception." She shrugs, as if it should be obvious, leaning her back against the chair as a snooty expression adorns her countenance.

He scoffs. "You think after a couple of links that you're an exception?"

"Out of the roster I'd say I'm the most consistent contestant. You agree to be on my show thirty-seven percent more than others on average."

Anakin tilts his head forward to peer at her through his brows curiously, "Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me, huh?" There he goes again, being that charming smooth-talker that can tongue-tie her in seconds. It's frustrating.

Warm color blooms on Zena's cheeks, and she rallies. The stumble is noted by her counter-part, who scans her vulnerable figure in her usual professional attire. Her legs crossed neatly over one another in a pencil skirt and heels is practically smoothed over as if his piercing blue gaze was a large hand. "That's not—"

"I get it." He pinches his shoulder to his neck with a sniff of his nose, swiping at it with his thumb as he glances to the side. "We both know you've got a little thing for me. Look, I was just showing up to do my job. It's not my fault you got the rights to me during the run of the series."

Without thinking, Zena blurts out, "Are you always so self-centered?"

The corner of his lips quirk up. "Only when it helps me get a read on my opponent." Once more, Zena is rendered speechless. She's been trying to decipher this guy since day one and all she's managed to do is grant him insider access to her own mind. Anakin takes advantage of her reticence, gesturing to her camera with an incline of his head and his curls bounce from the motion. "Forgot to turn on the camera." he points out to her. Her gaping mouth cannot be occupied by a single word, and he takes it one step further. "I like your glasses. New pair?"

[riacte]

🛸 exterrasexymenpoll Follow

THE RED KING from TEAM DOGWARTS and BLUE BATS

vs

HAND OF THE KING from TEAM DOGWARTS

Please stop mentioning the Blue Stalker in our comments. They have caused a lot of distress for the Exterra community, no matter how “sexy” they are or “how many bitches” they get.

Once again, we condone voter fraud, but we draw the line at spamming our polls with links to the enemies to lovers Blue Stalker x Red King fic.

🎇 thestarsweremadeforus Follow

OFHHDFJSJDJS ITS HERE!!! DIVORCE POST!!! HAND VS KING the boyfriends are fighting!!!

Not gonna lie I was so absorbed in the potential hilarity of this matchup that I failed to realise I have to vote for someone now. I’m. Im genuinely torn 😭😭😭

💄 gaysloveqoh Follow

stop saying treebark is divorcing when they BOTH are on qoh’s side 😭 they’re united in their respect for our queen 😤

anyways idk what to do now that blueballs is out. anyone wanna make an alliance with the ballgurls 🥰

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

You’re right, the gays DO love qoh (gays being treebark)

This is so cruel, putting the king against his loyal hand… I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand…

#RKSWEEP though (I say with tears in my eyes)

👽 blueballs Follow

sorry but the blue stalker DOES get all the bitches 😎 more sexyman energy than xisuma exterra void anyway

anyways im endorsing red king LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

👑 princeofhearts Follow

To the #HEARTSWEEP people mourning their loss, why vote for [deadname] when you can vote for his transitioned self, the Hand of the King? Stop being so fixated on [deadname], he’s still RK’s gunner 😭

Btw the ship wars between RK x Hand vs RK x QoH are so stupid like the Hand and QoH are the same people???? Some miraculous laserbug love square type of bullshit? Anyways I support the prince of hearts 🙏

🍬 gunnerwithashotgun Follow

@/princeofhearts ur a freak, stfu!!! queen of hearts and hand of the king are TOTALLY different ppl (they have different bioneos colours) and ur being lumianphobic by thinking theyre the same even tho they're just the same SPECIES (they even have different cultures like the hand keeps on roasting rk for calling tuski "pearl" bc that's the way qoh learned it??)

🪓 handoftheking Follow

I’m adding “not False Symmetry / Queen of Hearts” to my bio. Like, she’s super cool, but I’m unfortunately not her.

Anyways, vote for me over that old man. You’re not letting a potato win, right?

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⏳ rensanddaddy Follow

NOT THE OBVIOUS BRIBERY FROM MR CUB HIMSELF.... we need to vote harder for the Hand!! Just look at his blonde ass hair and blue dishwasher detergent freckles!! He's so pathetic and a meow meow and I want to lovingly crush him against the walls of a spaceship (im not the blue stalker i promise)

🐙 doctagon Follow

... guys. i. The actual Exterra official account on twt sent out the link to this poll?? The ACTUAL account?? We've breached so many layers of containment???????

🪓 handoftheking Follow

... Okay, that miiiight be my fault? It's good PR for us, right? We're the two sexiest racers in the Exterra industry on the podium together. It's good for our image, and maybe people will FINALLY stop truthing I'm transgender QoH

🌲 dilfkisser Follow

I hope we get a perfect 50/50 tie. I want homoerotic RK and his homoerotic Hand to both win. I want them to stand on the podium and make out while holding a pride flag while BlueBalls beatboxes in the shadows. I hope we all win. (Except the transgender lumian theory believers, go touch some stardust)