#he was stuck in a rut about something and after this... let's say he gets new perspectives about it

[lelelego]

he says, it's mine to give, but it's yours to choose you're gonna sink or swim, you're gonna learn the truth

no matter what you do you're gonna learn the truth

[monstersholygrail]

A Surprise Visit (1k Celebration Fic)

Tentacle Monster x fem!reader — multiple orgasms, breeding, primal play, aphrodisiac injection, rut, dub con, bondage, double penetration, aftercare

a/n: Also just wanna thank you guys for 3k as well! Sorry it took me so long to get to this

The clock ticks by, the noise echoing throughout the empty room. You tap your pen against your desk in time with it as your thoughts drift past your home and go to your Tentacle Monster bf. The house far too quiet without him around.

You should’ve been used to this by now, you really should’ve! Your Tentacle Monster bf always traveled back home around this time of the month. Always very insistent to keep up visits with his family.

And you totally understood. You’ve met his parents and family members a handful of times. Never on their homeland but here in your home with your bf. Tentacle Monster bf was always very firm about the dangers of the swamp in which his family lives in its depths.

So you let it go, believing he of course knows best. Every month you wave your bf off as he leaves home and disappears for about a week or so. Always coming back right when he says he will. But something was… strange this time around.

It seemed to hit your bf about a week earlier than usual. His moods and behaviors changing as they always did around the time he left to go see his family. Growls so low you almost couldn’t hear them leaving him whenever he sees someone else looking at you. Making sure to rub himself against you until you were fully drenched in his scent. Always keeping at least three tentacles on you at all times, his clingy behavior somehow worsening these last few days.

In fact, he couldn’t keep himself off of you. Always squirming into your clothes as soon as you walk in the door, slipping them off with ease. Before you knew it he was fucking you on every available surface until you two got into the bedroom where he brought you to orgasm after orgasm until you passed out wrapped up in his slick tentacles.

After about five whole days of this, your Tentacles Monster bf brought up the idea of him leaving for his trip early, sitting you down in the breakfast nook, his tentacles wrapped around your hands. Though he respectfully discussed it with you, you still felt a bit ambushed— like it came out of nowhere. You tried to be as understanding as always but seriously, what the hell was going on with him? You were seriously worried, he’s never gotten so wound up to this extent.

His abrupt departure only made you worry more, not wanting to assume the worst but it’s as though your thoughts have a mind of their own as they travel down those dark pathways anyway. All with absolutely no way of getting answers due to your bf being miles away while you’re stuck here sitting at home.

Well fuck that.

No longer fine to just wait around, you want to take action. You want to be with your bf and help him through whatever’s going on with him. As well as get some much needed answers. Your determination fuels you, causing you to charge in head first.

Right into the Eternal Swamp, a home for a large portion of the Tentacle Monster population. Mostly due to its natural resources…and the fact that it makes any human who dare enter to go insane. All to feed the land’s inhabitants.

You look out the window of your car as you arrive, the edge of the swamp barely even visible over the fog. Bringing with it a cold sense of anticipation that you chalk up to nerves. What the hell are you thinking going in there? This is crazy, you’ve definitely gone crazy. But your heart beats wildly in your chest, urging you to go to your bf.

Not letting another moment of hesitation take you, you swiftly exit your vehicle. Walking with steady and firm steps into the swamp. That strength and courage slowly leaves you the deeper you go into the swamp. The fog growing so heavy you can no longer see the sun or even what’s standing right in front of you.

You make your way through the swamp as best you can, peering down at the ground to make sure you don’t deep dive into its waters. You can’t help but start second guessing your choice again. The anticipation building the longer you’re in here. Why? You’re not sure but it sends a chill running down your spine.

Tentacle Monster watches you through the fog, his vision blurry with the haze of lust clouding his mind. His rut sending him spiraling into insanity, surely. It was worse this month, that was a given. For one it hit him sooner than usual and now here he was, conjuring your figure before him just so he can find a little bit of relief.

But your scent was so potent, your form so vivid, and your voice as you call out his name so clear. It takes a moment for it to click in Tentacle Monster bf’s mind that you’re actually here. And when it does, his brain goes haywire. Nostrils flaring, body crouching into position. A predator posed to strike and take down its prey.

You remain as clueless as ever. Hopelessly trying to look through the fog and find your way to your bf. Praying he finds you before you’re eaten alive. A snap of a branch echos throughout the swamp and you gasp, head jerking toward the sound. Your body’s frozen as if staying still might hide you from any lingering beasts. At a subtle swish within the fog your mind fires off alarms, body forcing you into flight or fight. And boy do you fly.

Bolting forward you suddenly couldn’t care less what you might run into. And it’s a good thing as a second later a ferocious growl rings across the swamp, making your stomach drop. Your bf chases after you, all that’s processing is that his mate is running from him. Tempting him with your sweet pussy in order to drive him mad.

Pumping your legs as fast as they can go you stumble through the swamp. Cursing under your breath in a panic as you smack into branch after branch. It’s slowing you down and whatever’s after you must know this place a lot better. Just as the thought occurs, a tentacle snaps out, curling tightly around your waist. It’s caught you.

A scream rises from your throat as you thrash around, desperate to escape. Tentacle Monster bf growls in appreciation as your body grinds against his long tentacles. First with your little game and now this, your bf is more than ready to take you and ask questions later. He needs inside of you. More of his tentacles eagerly wrap around your enchanting body, sharply pinning you down onto the swamp floor and spreading you open.

For a moment a spark of familiarity shoots through you but you’re a little too busy freaking the fuck out to pay it any mind. Your thoughts are quickly diverted anyway as you feel tentacles sliding your panties to the side, exposing your pretty pussy to open air. Tears spring to your eyes, this can’t be happening.

Tentacle Monster bf plunges inside you with one swift thrust, his tentacle’s slime acting as a natural lubricant as well as an aphrodisiac. Getting you all nice and ready for the fucking of a lifetime… Now that he’s inside you, your bf’s mind clears a little. Allowing his curiosity and fear for your safety to mix amongst the lust. His big body leans over you, noting your shaking form with unease. “What are you doing here, my mate?”

You gasp, your body instantly relaxing as your eyes shoot open to be met with the lovely vision of your bf. It was him. It was him the whole time and it’s him now inside of you. Tears of relief quickly replace tears of fear and your bf is quick to comfort you, his tentacles caressing you in a way that’s now soothing instead of suffocating.

“W-was worried about y-you. Acting weird. Needed to understand,” you stammer out, your body slowly ceasing in its shaking. Tentacle Monster bf sighs, knowing he can no longer hide this from you.

“Every month my kind go through an intense need to breed their mates. We cannot stop pumping our seed inside their fertile wombs until it takes or the week ends. During that time I come here to relieve myself.”

Even now your bf is slowly rocking his tentacle inside your pussy but you don’t think he notices he’s doing it. Meanwhile you can’t help but moan, the aphrodisiac causing your body to tingle and your mind to grow hazy.

“I-I can help you,” you offer and you can see your bf’s eyes flashing with barely controlled restraint.

“But I would not want to break your fragile human body, my heart,” he grits out. His tentacle picking up pace anyway and you arch into it, body squirming against his tentacles again.

“Can handle it. Promise,” you whisper as the aphrodisiac swells across your body, making your pussy slick with need and your veins run hot with lust.

That’s all the restraint your Tentacle Monster bf has. The moment the words leave your lips he’s withdrawing his tentacle only to thrust two more in your pussy. You cry out as he takes you like a feral beast, fucking his tentacles into your perfectly restrained body.

Your bf growls, the heat of his rut roaring to life and pumping through him with urgency. His tentacles move you at a brutal pace. Forcing you to meet his every thrust without being able to escape anything he’s giving you. Using you like his perfect little fuck toy as he takes his pleasure from your body and returns it to you tenfold. And you love it, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as your body jerks in time to his rhythm.

With his tentacles plowing inside you, it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to build. And god is it good, the way he’s fucking you taking you to heights you’ve never known. Your cries of pleasure charge the air around you and your bf lets out a rumble as he ruts into you even harden until you’re thrown off the edge.

But he doesn’t stop there. Tentacle Monster bf keeps fucking into you, never letting the pressure ebb away as your essence coats his tentacles. Needing more. “Come again for me, love. Come on, I know you can do it. Just one more,” your bf snarls like a monster possessed.

His words repeat in an endless cycle as he snaps his tentacles inside your cunt over and over again. Working you through so many orgasms you lose count. You release all your senses to him and happily. Getting completely lost in the feeling of him as his tentacles fill your every hole till you’re squeezing down on him in every possible way.

The sky is dark by the time your bf gives you his final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and spraying your fertile womb with his seed. Chilling noises rip from your boyfriend’s throat that you’ve never heard before yet you can’t help but feel turned on by it as your body twitches with overstimulation.

Tentacle monster bf slumps on top of you, his tentacles covering every inch of your body in a way that has you smoothly falling down from relentless pleasure. Both of you finding peace in a place you once thought could drive you mad. Maybe it has. But as your bf whispers words of affection and praise in your ear saying how well you handled his rut and how he can’t wait for his eggs to grow inside of you… you don’t really care if you have gone mad.

[lovelivision]

CLOTHED?!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 【𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞】 fushiguro toji/reader, geto suguru/reader, gojo satoru/reader, kamo choso/reader

𝐖𝐂: 4.8k

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: they all have their own reasons for not undressing completely, just how crazy will they drive you in their pursuit to have you cumming in your clothes?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ only, smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, dry humping, thigh riding, cunnilingus, afab!reader, no pronouns or y/n used, pet names used: doll, baby, sweetheart, i think that's all !! <3

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ★

This all started because he believed something and you didn’t, now you’re sat on him, fully clothed, struggling to comprehend just how your few words worked him up so much to the point that it feels like he’s torturing you over them. A punishment, that you feel, you do not deserve.

All you had said was that you don’t think it’s possible for you to finish fully clothed and he took that as a personal challenge and a slight against his ability to please you, which, you never meant it as.

What you meant doesn’t change the facts of your situation though, he’s got you teary eyed and shaking on his lap. Clothed erection rutting up against your core, hands digging into your hips to drag you back and forth over him. So determined in how he’s devotedly humping up into you.

So badly you want for him to forget about the thing you said, you just want him to fuck you but he’s not going to, and you can tell that just by the look on his face alone. “Toji, please just – hah – forget what I said,” your voice shakes slightly.

Almost baring his teeth when he snaps back, “Trying to prove you wrong, doll.”

“But it would feel so much better if you – hnn – would just–”

He grunts at you, hips jerking up, “I’ll make you feel so much better once you cum in your pants.”

“I don’t think I–”

Predicting what you were going to say, “–You can, I’ll make sure of it,” his hands gripping you so firm you think he might leave bruises behind.

Toji’s so hard, straining against his pants, desperate to fuck you, to feel some kind of release but you said something that he disagrees with, and now he’s going to show you that you can cum for him no matter how clothed you are.

Panties so slick and sticky, stuck to your cunt, leaking into your pants, you’re going insane. Right on the edge of cumming but not feeling like it’s enough, wanting for him to just stuff you full at this point. Foggy brain not understanding why he’s so bent out of shape over this, it would feel so much better if he would just fuck you.

The friction against your core not enough, his cock splits your folds, grinding you down into him. The pleasure better, hands grabbing at his shoulders, fisting his shirt, gasping at how the head of his clothed cock hits your clit.

“Toji,” you whine at him.

“Right there, huh?” He huffs, doubling his efforts.

Dripping into your panties and shorts embarrassingly, soaking them, so incredibly damp. Something that he doesn’t miss, not if his smirk and visibly inflating ego are anything to go by.

Your eyes are large as you plead with him, “Please, just fuck me.”

His smile is dark, evil, taunting, “I will…after you’ve cum for me.”

Your hips stutter on him, grinding down harder, your own determination to cum like this growing, if it means finally getting fucked full then you will finish for him, fully clothed.

“Suddenly feeling motivated, doll?” His chuckle feels demeaning.

“Shuddup,” you mean for it to have more bite when you say it, but you sound pathetic and needy.

He bites his lower lip at the way you circle your hips, “Pretty cute how desperate you’ve gotten.”

“Be nicer,” trying to chastise him while humping his clothed cock isn’t all that effective.

Laughing heartily at your poor excuse of admonishment, “You should be nicer to me, you know I could always be meaner.” As if to illustrate his point, he lets go of your hips, no longer assisting you.

A sad noise leaves you at the loss of his hands, struggling to get the same kind of pleasure from this without his help. Your fingers digging into his shirt, brows scrunching as you try to make up for the loss of him. Wet cunt grinding down, not quite getting the same kind of pleasure, back to desperately wanting for him to fuck you open.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out, hoping he’ll show mercy.

“What was that, doll?” He asks, feigning like he couldn’t hear you perfectly well.

Shooting him a teary-eyed glare, you repeat, “I’m sorry, just please– help.”

His smile is self-satisfied at your pleading, cooing at you, “You sure you want the help of this mean man?”

“Mhm,” nodding your head vehemently at him, wanting nothing more than that.

Huffing a breath of amusement at your eagerness, “Should’ve said I wasn’t mean there.”

“Toji!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he dismisses, pulling you down with a strong hand on the back of your neck. Lips colliding with his, sloppy and messy, all teeth and tongues.

Once he has his lips on yours, he moves his hand back to your hips, stroking them lower to your thighs just to pull them apart further on top of him. His clothed cock splitting your folds more like this, your pussy twitching and drooling into your panties.

He groans against your mouth, “I bet you’re so fuckin wet,” he pants against you, growing just as frustrated as you, if not more, “Gotta cum soon, doll. Can’t handle much more of this.”

He could always just stop this and fuck you but he’s stubborn and you know better than to try and convince him of this, especially now, when you’re getting so close to finishing.

“Promise to fuck me after?” Feeling worried he might go back on his word and torture you some more.

“Hah– I’m not depriving myself of your creamy little cunt, doll. Stuffing you full right after you’ve cum is one of my favourite pastimes,” he licks at your lower lip before nipping it.

Your arms wrap around him completely, face nuzzling into his neck, focusing on how you’re moving against him. Starting to stutter against your will, his large hands helping you along, supplying you with the friction he had robbed you of only a few moments ago.

His huffed breaths tickling your ear, having turned his head towards you, to continue talking to you, keep spouting filth at you. Too aware of how much his voice gets you off, “C’mon, doll, know you’re so close, cum in your panties for me, hmm?”

Only able to whimper against him in response, no words forming as you continue to rut into him. Pussy hole clenching pathetically around nothing, begging to be filled, getting closer to your end. It’s almost embarrassing that he’s able to have you falling apart despite the fact you’re both fully clothed.

“Be good and cum for me, wanna fuck you into next week,” he groans out when you press down into him with more pressure, his words getting to you more than you’d ever admit.

“Toji –hnn– I’m soo–”

His voice is lilted, excited, “Yeahh that’s it, doing so good for me– fuck.”

You shake on top of him, clit hitting his cock just right, whimpered whines leaving you as you huff against the skin of his neck. Tears welling in your eyes, nails digging into him slightly. The groan he lets out swiftly followed by your name has you cumming for him, in your clothes, fully dressed.

He talks you through it, hands stroking at your back, amused by how you twitch from your aftershocks. After a beat of silence, and your breathing evens out, he speaks lowly into your ear, “Told ya so.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ★

Your panties are soaked through, almost completely wet as you slide back and forth on Geto’s jean clad thigh. He’s not even touching you, refusing to help, only sitting back and enjoying the view of you humping down into him like a bitch in heat.

Enjoying the frustrated pout settling on your features, playing dumb when he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Not enough,” you huff back.

“Sure it is,” he hums, hand moving only to tickle up the length of your inner thigh, “Look at the mess you’re leaving behind, ruining my pants.”

Your skin flares at his comment, all too aware of the dark and damp spot you’re leaking into his jeans. Not appreciating his comment, only serving to embarrass you, feeling self-conscious with how you’re rubbing your pussy into his thigh.

He must notice, smile kind when he says, “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute how worked up you are just for my thigh, think you could cum like this?”

Shaking your head at him, “No –hng–” moaning when he bounces his leg up, jostling you on his thigh suddenly.

“I think you can,” his lips curling into a deceivingly innocent grin, “Go on, keep going,” nodding downwards at his leg, encouraging you to continue your movements.

Sticky folds splitting obscenely to rut down into him, panties moulding to your pussy lips, leaving nothing to the imagination. Slick beading through the material of your underwear, repeated back and forth of your hips spreading it all over him.

A completely lewd display, one that Geto is appreciating deeply, his cock painfully erect at how your eyes are all bleary and unfocused. Simultaneously embarrassed about how you’re humping his leg and so desperate to cum that you’re not stopping your movements.

Small whines and whimpers leaving you, despite the fact that you’re biting your lower lip in an attempt to stop them. Geto’s fingers twitch with the need to touch you, feeling an itch to help you, get you off faster but stopping himself, enjoying the struggle you’re facing a bit too much.

“Sugu, I just want you,” sounding pathetic even to yourself, begging him for help? For his cock? Either? Both?

Tutting at you with faux sympathy, “I’m right here, baby,” smirking at how your brows upturn and you huff at him.

“I want – hah – want you to touch me, please,” eyes big and pitifully wet.

“Always so pretty when you beg,” his hand reaches for your face and wipes away the tears you hadn’t realised you’d shed.

Spreading your legs slightly, continuing to grind down onto his thigh, wishing he would at least take off his pants so you can feel every ridge and dip of his muscles. Slippery in how you rock back and forth, clit catching with your grinding, gasped moans leaving you with it.

He observes, “Getting desperate?”

“Please just touch me, I don’t care where, just touch me please, Sugu,” practically sobbing at him, feeling so completely deprived of him by now.

His outside demeanour stays unchanged, forever amused by how desperate you are for him to touch you but his cock twitches in his pants and is leaking profusely. So fucking hard and ready to fuck you, loving how you plead and beg for him.

Wanting nothing more than to fuck inside you, feel the way your tight cunt sucks him in, drooling all over him but he’s gonna have you finishing like this first. Thinking to himself that you’ll probably make a great face when you cum in your panties for him.

He obliges you slightly though, hands moving to your hips, forcing you down on his thigh harder. Giving you a more consistent pace to get off to, relief flooding you at how much better it feels to have him set the rhythm, you could almost cry at how good it feels.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” it’s repeated over and over, so grateful for his help.

“So polite when you get what you want,” he muses, eyes fixated on the way you’re seemingly growing slicker. God, by the time he’s inside you, you’re going to be beyond dripping, the realisation thrilling him.

Panties borderline see through with how you’re coating them, his large hands gripping your thighs harshly, spreading them open even more. He wants to see how you rub your pretty little cunt down into him, needs to see.

Aching in his pants for you, close to giving up and bullying his thick cock inside you, voice strained when he asks, “Getting close?”

“Mhm,” you mumble back, hole fluttering on nothing at the sound of his wrecked voice.

His leg starts bouncing again, adding more stimulation for you to get off to. Almost screaming at the abrupt change, hands digging into his shoulders, mouth gaping open as moans and whines push their way out of you.

Tears streaming down your face again as you twitch down into him, “Sugu– it feels – ah –” Not able to properly verbalise just how good he’s making you feel.

“If it feels so good,” his hands forcing you down and circling your hips, feeling the way he almost starts salivating at the wet sounds your slutty pussy makes for him, “Cum for me,” almost spitting out the rest of his sentence.

His eyes glazing over, mirroring your own, so fucking horny he’s going to go insane. Poor cock feeling neglected, getting consumed in his own thoughts, thoughts about your cunt and how divinely you take him.

“I– I’m gonna–” panting with the effort it takes to talk when your brain is so foggy.

Extremities thrumming with the build up of your orgasm, head feeling heavy as you struggle to hold it up straight. Letting it loll to the front, chin on your chest as you cum all over Geto’s leg. Gushing inside your panties and soaking his thigh, cum seeping into the material, matching the small wet spot on his pants by the tip of his dick.

“Ffffuck– that’s it, so fucking perfect for me,” praise falling from his lips easily as he watches your body twitch and jerk on top of him.

Once you’ve come down some, he has you standing between his spread legs, your hands resting on his shoulders still to keep yourself on your feet. His hands tug your panties down, watching the way your cum connects to your cunt with sticky strings, low growl stuck in his throat at how creamy your pussy is.

“That’s what I like to see,” he hums, smile evil as he continues to pull them down and off you.

“Sugu.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ll fuck me now, right?” You ask, hoping desperately that he will, not realising that it might just kill him if he doesn’t stuff you full.

“Ah, on one condition,” smile growing as he says, “Open your mouth.” His hand holding your panties shoving them into your mouth, “Since you wanna get stuffed full so bad,” he hums.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ★

What’s gotten Gojo so worked up, you couldn’t say, all you know is that it’s hard to think. Feeling breathless at the way he’s lapping at your clothed cunt, hands pulling at the material on your hips to have them melding to you.

Your legs thrown haphazardly over his shoulders, his faze nuzzling into your pussy, licking and sucking at the material of your panties. His saliva soaking them just as much as your slick is, lolling his tongue out and letting it rest against your cunt. His dazed eyes and small sounds of pleasure having you twitch down onto him, pussy gliding along his tongue.

Using him to get yourself off, he’s letting you use him to get yourself off, head nodding slightly with your movements, tongue sliding through your folds. His eyes sparkling as he watches you grow desperate for him, thumbs parting your pussy lips. Tongue fucking deeper, almost dipping into your hole, stopped by the resistance of your panties.

Your voice calls out for him, “‘Toru, please just take them off–”

“No.” His mouth parting from you only to spit out that singular answer, not interested in taking off your underwear in the slightest. Apparently too pleased with himself and this situation.

Huffing out at him, frustrated by his answer, “Please, need more.”

“I need you to let me lick at your pussy like this, I like the way you’re coating them,” he hums, licking at the length of your pussy, hands now holding you still by your thighs, taking back the small amount of control he allowed you, “Want you to cream them.”

“Why?” Eyes wet when you ask him why he’s suddenly so desperate to have you cumming in your panties for him.

“Wanna see what will happen,” he shrugs easily.

Feeling yourself bristle at his answer, basically torturing you just because he wants to see what will happen.

“That – and I’m enjoying this,” he smiles, tongue hanging from his mouth, letting his saliva drip down onto your covered pussy, you’ve got him salivating for you and he’s not even put his tongue on you properly, “Aren’t you?”

His eyes on you are intent and bordering on desperate, so hazy, consumed by lust as he stares at you, letting his tongue continue to drool down onto your panties. Panties that are completely soaked by now, you can’t even tell who more from at this point, only really aware of how wet they are, to the point they feel like a second skin.

He chuckles when you don’t answer, too dazed in how you watch him, his tongue licking his lower lip, mouth down turning into a mocking pout, “You not enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”

“No,” your frown must feel meaner than it really is because Gojo’s eyes only sparkle with delight.

Smirking before lowering his head, “I guess I’ll just have to fix that then.”

Mouth back on you in full force, making out with your clothed cunt with so much vigour he’s making wet sloppy sounds, the noises make you grow hot, feeling embarrassed at just how messy it all sounds. It’s even messier than it sounds, your pussy leaking into his mouth and down your inner thighs.

Shamelessly, he presses his face right into your cunt, inhaling deeply, the action has your skin flaring. Hands instinctually moving to his head, attempting to push him away but he’s immovable, steadfast in how he’s sniffing the panties you’re still wearing.

“Gojo!”

“Don’t be embarrassed, love everything about your pussy,” he’s nuzzling into your cunt more, opening his mouth to press his tongue against your hole, letting your slick bead through the fabric onto it.

Groaning when he swallows, “Smell so good, taste so good,” his eyes lazily look up to you, “Feel so good, so soft, sweetheart… you know that?”

Teary eyed when you shake your head no at him, feeling so embarrassingly overwhelmed. It’s like he’s drunk but nothing has happened for him to lose it to this point, “Are you okay?” Your hand runs softly through his hair.

“I’m perfect,” he assures, smile intoxicated as he goes back to mumbling about your cunt, “So soft, so wet, you gonna let me suck at your pussy over your panties?”

“Are you sure you’re–”

“–If you’re so worried about me, jus let me have my way with you,” his words slurring slightly.

He realises that he must seem different from usual but really, he’s just having trouble holding back right now. You were wearing such a cute pair of panties, wandering around his apartment in them and his shirt. Who can blame him for how he’s acting? When you looked like that? He’s just a little drunk on your pussy and he doesn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about it, not when you’re this wet for him.

Your hand tugs at his hair, pulling his gaze back to yours, it had dipped to stare greedily at your cunt, “Then take off–”

He singsongs at you, “Nope.” Blowing cool air against your core to tease you, it causes you to involuntarily twitch for him, “So needy, lemme play with you like this a little more, hmm?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if–”

“Nooo,” he drags it out, as if it were obvious, “After, I promise after you cum in your panties, I will tongue fuck you so good you’ll see stars but for now, be good and let me do this for you.” He presses wet kisses into your thighs, voice pleading as he repeats over and over, “Please, please, please please please.”

“Just, make me cum, please,” you’re starting to feel neglected.

“Of course I will, what do you take me for?” His brows scrunch at you, considering arguing with you about when he’s not had you finishing for him but too keen to put his mouth back on you to talk anymore.

The only time he’s content to be silent is when his tongue is busy lapping at you like a starved man and even then, he’s far from silent, tongue making obscene noises as he licks at you, moans and whines leaving him against his will. Enjoying himself too much to register or even really care that he sounds so pathetically wrecked just from this much.

Hips grinding down into the bed, too needy to hold himself back, cock so hard and ignored. Leaking profusely into his pants, needing the small relief badly, happy he’s too consumed in your cunt to think about his dick too much, otherwise he’d be stuffing you full before he gets what he wants.

Grip lessening on you, hanging his tongue to let you grind into it again, loving the way you get so eager to cum, chasing your own high and using him to get there. Smiling lazily at how your hips rise and fall, rubbing your pussy down onto him, head tipped back, struggling to keep your whines at bay.

Excitement running through his body down to his stiff cock when you twitch and moan for him in a way that tells him you’re getting so close to cumming. His hands hold your thighs tightly as he assists your movements, encouraging you to be rougher, to use him more.

“‘Toru – hah – I’m gonna – hnn –”

“Mhm,” he hums his acknowledgement, all too ready for you to cum.

Eyes shutting tight against the force of your orgasm, toes curling, thighs attempting to close around his head, but Gojo holds you so embarrassingly open. When your movements twitch and stutter, losing their pace, he pins you down into the bed and keeps licking at you. Depraved in how he’s lapping at you, losing his fucking mind at how you’ve creamed your panties for him.

Tingling felt throughout all your limbs, feeling overstimulated as he doesn’t stop his movements, jerking away from him and pushing at his head, whining, “It’s too much, ‘Toru.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” his hand rips your panties from you, tongue fucking into your pussy hole suddenly, drinking down your cum, desperate for more. It doesn’t seem like he’ll be done anytime soon.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ★

Choso has you on your back for him, legs spread wide, his clothed dick grinding down into your panty clad core. What had started as an innocent kiss, turned into a heated make out session and then into shedding of pants while he humped into your cunt.

So desperate in his movements, cock rubbing through your folds, spreading your pussy lips obscenely. Slick pooling into your panties, he’s much the same, his cock head weeping into his underwear, dark spot at the tip.

His mouth is still firmly planted against yours, kissing you so dizzyingly, sucking your tongue into his mouth. Only ever parting from you long enough to huff out and catch his breath, pressing out compliments through clenched teeth.

“Feels so good, so pretty,” his words murmured, mouth brushing against yours, lips back on yours before you can even think to reply.

He’s holding back for you, you had wanted to take the relationship slower than your previous ones, which included waiting for sex but as the tip of his cock presses at your clothed hole, your resolve cracks and you want to tell him it’s okay.

You don’t get a chance to say anything though, his mouth needily kissing you into submission, almost tearing up at how it feels to have his lips on yours. Hands gripping at his shirt, his own on your thigh, on your hips, your stomach, boobs, anywhere he can reach, he’s touching and groping.

So overwhelming in how he’s touching you, your cunt so slick and ready to take him, legs tightening around his waist and pulling him down into you more. Grinding up into him, so fucking horny and ready to beg for more, Choso whines into your mouth at how you rut up into him.

Breaking the kiss to moan into the delicate skin of your neck, huffing as his hips fuck frantically down into you, meeting your need tenfold. Borderline whimpering at how damp you feel through all the layers.

He’s dizzied, from the thought of how your tight, wet heat will envelop his cock, sucking him in greedily. Losing his sanity as he humps at you, feeling juvenile but wanting nothing more than to respect your wishes and also get you off, he can do both, he can make you cum for him like this without fucking you full.

“Choso – hnn –”

Ah, your wrecked voice has him twitching pathetically against you, hips coming down more forcefully into yours. His breaths panting against your skin, struggling to focus on anything but how good this feels, how much better it could feel.

“– Mmph – Choso,” you call for him again, needing his attention.

His movements don’t stop, not even for a moment, too fucking lost in the pleasure to even think of stopping, “Hmm, you okay?” His hand gently holds your face, his own moving back to look you in the eyes, to check on you.

Nodding your head at him, “I’m fine, want more.”

“No,” he shakes his head at you.

“But–”

“Only saying that now – hah –” his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the thought of actually fucking you, “Only saying that because you’re horny – hnn –”

“Nooo – mmph – ‘m saying it because I mean it.”

“Ask me again after you’ve cum,” he noses at the side of your face.

His voice and steadfastness regarding this topic has your pussy clenching pathetically around nothing, eager to be stuffed full of him. Hoping to change his mind, “Cho, please,” eyes big and wet when you plead with him.

“No,” he huffs out, finding it harder and harder to resist you.

“Wanna be stuffed full, Cho – hnn – wanna feel you inside me, so bad,” babbling to him in your want.

Moaning at your words, “I want that too.”

“Then–”

“Nope,” his mouth back on yours to shut you up for a moment, tongue sliding into the kiss. He can’t have you keep begging him like that, he’ll give you what you want but you made the decision to wait for sex before you were so fucking desperate for him to fuck you, so you’ll have to wait.

You’re clawing at him frantically, hips messy in their movements, only seeking pleasure, offering no rhyme or reason to how you achieve it. Drooling into your panties for him, to have him shoving you down his fat cock, taking it all, the idea of it all has you drunk. You’d be embarrassed by how needy you are for his dick if you weren’t so aroused, so preoccupied with how good he’s making you feel.

When he parts the kiss, your mouths are connected by a string of saliva, kiss so messy and fuelled purely by lust. His eyes so dazed as they look down at you, almost unseeing, brows scrunched as his cock jerks against your cunt.

You go to speak, to beg him again, but his hand reaches up to cover your mouth, clamping down, “Can’t keep begging me, I’ll give in, I’ll give you anything you want – fuck – feels so fucking good and I’m not even – hah – not even inside you, can’t even feel how soft you are, how tight, wet – fuck.”

He bites his lip to stop his mouth, dick releasing thick globs of precum at the way you’re almost crying for him, eyes pathetic as you look up at him from underneath his large hand.

“Look so pretty right now,” he compliments, eyes adoring as he does.

You moan back at him, pleading with him through your eyes, his hips stutter and he groans out. His hand leaves you, only so he can use both of them to tug your panties up, spreading your folds open in a lewd display, his cock rubbing against you insistently. Shocked whimpers leaving you at the sudden change in friction, feeling it so much more.

“Cho!”

“I know – fuck – I know,” his head looks down to how your pussy lips bulge around your panties, losing his fucking mind at the sight of it. If he just gave into your begging, your lips could be bulging around his dick.

Shiver running down his spine, eyes flicking back to yours, “You need to cum.”

“What–”

“Right now.”

It feels like he doubles his efforts, grinding down into you with a new kind of need. Your eyes glazing over, fucked out over his clothed cock, body shaking as your high approaches so much faster. The work up having gotten to you, so fucking close to cumming from this.

His mouth back on you, kissing you breathless, hips moving against you almost like he’s fucking you. Hands everywhere, groping, pulling, his whimpers filling your ears, you wonder how he’d sound while actually fucking you.

Cumming suddenly for him, clawing at his back, legs kicking where they’re wrapped around him, cunt pulsing around nothing. Tears slipping from your waterline, mind hazy and foggy, orgasm wracking through you so deliciously.

Choso’s hips stutter against you, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away, whines leaving him as he continues to overstimulate the both of you, refusing to stop until you whimper and push at him.

Looking down to where his pelvis rests against yours, you can see the dark patch at the front of his boxers. His cum leaking into his underwear, the sight has your tummy doing flips and Choso’s skin tinting a deeper pink.

“Can you fuck me now?” You ask simply, still desperate for him.

𝐀/𝐍: i got a bit carried away with this... i think if i hadn't stopped myself gojo's would have been obscenely long 😳 thank you for reading !! ‧₊˚✩彡

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[cosmonauter]

best friend james without boundaries again!!

mdni, this has smut in it, i hope you guys enjoy it :))

sleepovers with james are the best thing on this planet, especially if you haven't seen eachother the whole day. meeting up with him after a stressful day, filled with studying and reading about different potion ingredients, is always such a relaxing feeling.

the way he whines about missing you, and thinking of hugging and touching you the whole day.

the way he cradles you to his broad and strong chest, thick arms wrapping around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

the way he begs you to sleep in his bed tonight, because he had "such a bad day without you, i need you tonight, love, i can't sleep without you!".

so of course, as his best friend, it is your duty to make him feel better, and try your best at making him forget about the bad day he was having.

-

you're lying in his bed, wearing only his shirt and boxers, humming a tune that got stuck in your head, while sirius and peter are palying chess on the opposite side of the room.

"don't you think it's a little weird, sleeping in prongs' clothes and letting him kiss and touch you like he's your boyfriend? not that i'm judging, but i've just been wondering", sirius interrupts your little tune.

you sigh, tired of answering this question every day, "no sirius, why would it be weird? jamie and i just understand eachother and we don't get weird about cuddling and hugging eachother. that's just our love language!"

"alright, if you say so..", sirius shakes his head, as if he's disappointed. maybe he made a wrong move against peter?

suddenly the door to the restroom opens, and out steps james in his low-hanging pants, that make his v-line visible. he's still wet from his shower, his abs and chest glittering from the light reflecting of the little water drops.

he swiftly moves towards his bed, tugging the blanket up and getting under it, immediately pulling you to himself.

"jamie, you're still drenched!", you squeek out.

he smiles at you and apologises, "sorry love, didn't mean to get you wet."

sirius coughs and remus' eyes widen behind his book. " oh my god, you guys are such perverts!", you exclaim, "jamie, close the curtains, i don't want to see them anymore!"

james chuckles as he's closing the bed, laughing at the gobsmacked looks on his mates faces, "good night, boys."

-

you wake up to james moving against your back, " jamie?"

he mumbles your name, while rubbing up against you. suddenly you notice, that a very particular part of him was indeed in dire need of attention. you call out his name again, and start turning around to shake him awake.

as you finally manage to wake him up, his eyes widen and you can immediately see the shame and apologies swimming in his eyes, "jamie, don't even worry about it! we're best friends, if you need something, i'm happy to help you!"

"are you sure? i don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything", he frowns at you.

"i've never been surer, really, don't worry about it!"

-

james never really expected to be in this situation. of course he thought about it and hoped sometimes, but he never dreamed that one day, he would get to do this.

you're lying on you back, his shirt and boxers nowhere in sight, letting him rub your chest and nipples with one hand, while holding himself up slightly with the other.

"oh my god, this feels so good", he moans out, rutting his swollen cock against your bare body.

goosebumps cover your whole body, and james wants to kiss every inch of you, mark you as his, and make you forget about any other male in your life besides him.

"you make me crazy. i'm going crazy because of you, fuck", he mutters into your neck, continuing to play with your nipples, squeezing and pulling them.

you moan out his name, and james thinks that nothing on this world will ever sound that good again. "you're so good, love. you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, oh love, i- fuuck, i am so fucking lucky."

one of your hands runs down your body, nearing his dick. you wrap it around him, and james almost loses his control. the way your hand looks so small around his tip makes him nearly cum.

"come on, jamie.. you're doing so good, you're such a good boy, thank you so much."

james blushes and hides his face in your neck. whining, he pulls some of your skin in his mouth and starts sucking.

"jamie, stop! everyone will see, they're going to know what you did to me!"

"oh fuck, i want them to know. i want everyone to know you're mine. shit, tell me you're mine", james whimpers and starts rutting against you even faster.

you moan out and he thinks, that after this night he will not be able to live his life normally anymore. "i'm yours jamie, of course i am."

james can't hold back anymore, he really tries, but he just can't. " i'm cumming, oh fuck, i'm cumming." rope after rope of his cum cover your lower body, some of it landing on your pussy.

he looks at you with wide eyes and and apologises, promising you that he's "going to eat you out so good, just wait a moment. thank you, love, thank you so much", kissing your face and lips like he can't get enough of it. and he really can't, he's obsessed with you beneath him.

his lips start wandering from your collarbone downwards, and he feels you bucking up into him.

smirking against your skin, he starts leaving little bites here and licking over your body there.

finally arriving at your cunt, he places a little kiss right at the center of it and inhales. it smells so incredibly addicting, and james is sure, that nothing could pull him away from you at this moment.

he feels blessed, he feels so good in a way he has never felt like before. he thinks this is what going mad feels like.

"sweetheart, why have you been hiding this from me? i could have had this so long ago", he moans against your pussy starting to lick into you.

this is definitely what going crazy feels like. james feels crazy, he's going crazy.

he can't describe how he's feeling right now, every little emotion inside of him mixing together, making him incapable of forming together a sentence.

"oh my god, you, you taste so good, oh fuck", james is eating you out, like it's his last meal, moaning against you and grinding into the bed.

slowly, he drags a hand up and starts teasing your little hole with one of his fingers. "baby, i'm gonna stick my finger inside, okay? i really wanna stick it inside, please baby? let me put my finger inside you?"

he's whining, he knows that he sounds really pathetic right now, but it's you, and you are his exception for everything. you are the only one allowed to see him in this postion. no one else, ever.

your legs start shaking and you clench your pussy, as he finally puts his fingers to good use. james keeps kissing and sucking on your clit, enjoying the taste of you a to concerning amount.

he knows you're about to cum, he doesn't know how, but he feels it inside of him, like a ticking time bomb.

"come on, my love. grind it out on me, yes, just like that. feels so good, fuck, i could do this all night."

as you moan and cum on his mouth, james realizes that he will never get enough of you, now that he was finally allowed to taste you.

as you finally catch your breath again, james looks up at you with a face of worship.

"you taste so good, i'm genuinely addicted to you now." he huffs against your pussy, starting to give it little kisses here and there.

he licks your oversensitive flesh, as you whine about it being "too soon, jamie, my pussy feels so sensitive, please be careful."

"just one more time, darling, i just need one more taste", as he starts up again, your poor little pussy twitching against his lips.

i hope you liked it!! if you have any tips, please don't hesitate to help me out!!

also this is my first time writing smut, so please tell me how you liked it :))

[0mg-bird]

bombshell of the bau was soo good, I need more of those two pls!!!

Aghhhhhh thanks! Okay, upon popular demand, here’s a part two.

Bombshell Of The BAU~ Part II

Spencer Reid x Fem!Agent Reader

Summary: With all the attention you get, it’s hard to hide something as scandalous as what you and Spencer have going on. Often times, it comes down to stolen moments and too close calls.

But you don’t expect the team to find out the way they do.

Warnings: Tehehehehe. Okay, 18+ content, suggestive material, smut, MDNI, um they’re so cute! Morgan being a c!ck block on like too many occasions, slight voyeurism kinda?? Exhibitionism kinda? Two second mention of Reid’s addiction. Reader gets hurt by UbSub but she’s fine. Idk, enjoy.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” Emily asks as she walks with you down the hallway.

You pull the clip from your hair so it softly falls down around your face. A sigh leaves your pouty lips that are long gone of lipstick.

“After the day I had? I’d much rather take a very long shower, order room service on Hotch’s dime and watch Sex and The City.”

Emily laughs. “That sounds pretty perfect to me. Hey, did Morgan really make you crawl up in that attic?”

A shiver runs through you. “I don’t want to relive that trauma.” You claim.

She rubs your arm affectionately. “Well, you try your best to recover.”

“I’m a fighter, I’ll be okay.” You say dramatically, flicking your hair out of your face.

Emily drops you off at your door. “Call me if you need anything.” She says.

“Aw, sugar, I can always count on you.” You place a kiss on her cheek, the way you always do as a goodbye to your female agent friends.

You dig the room key from your pocket and press it into the slot. Though, you don’t push the door open, you instead look to the elevator where Emily disappears in, headed down to the lobby where most of the team resides.

When the coast is clear, you briskly turn further down the hall, passing multiple doors until you come to stand at the right one. Sparing another glance over your shoulder, you raise your knuckle to the wood.

The door opens after two knocks, and that arm raised in the air is grabbed and tugged, making you fall swiftly into the room.

You let out a soft giggle, though it’s cut off by an equally smiley kiss.

The door clicks shut behind you as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Spence.” You sigh dreamily against him. “Long time, no see, handsome.”

He pulls back to look down at you, that lopsided smile you love so much, playing on his lips.

“I saw you this morning at the station.” He reminds, letting his hands roam up your sides to hold your face.

He’s learned how to be comfortable in his actions, knowing now that you aren’t going to push him away when he reaches out. For three months, the two of you have been hiding this well kept secret, and maybe it was wrong to keep something like this from the team but…

Both you and Spencer agree that it’s nice, having something to yourselves.

So that’s why the two of you steal away any moments you can, like being on the same hotel floor after solving a case.

You give a pout. “But I’ve been stuck with Morgan all day. He was so cruel to me.”

Spencer matches your rutted lower lip. “Oh, he was cruel, huh? How was he cruel, angel?”

You love it when he calls you that.

Your hand slips into the hair on the back of his head, it’s definitely gotten a little longer.

“Made me follow him all around town, boosted me up into an icky crawl space to search for evidence.” You explain, trying to kick your heels off.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Spencer jokes, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

“It was a miserable, miserable day.” You sigh, dropping a few inches in height once your shoes are off. “But I’m here now and let me tell you, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Spencer gets that slight blush he always does. “Have you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pulling him down for another searing kiss.

Instantly, lips are parting and he’s tasting that unique-to-you taste of your tongue. Maybe it’s a placebo effect, but after awhile, he’s addicted to that sweet flavor that lingers on your lips.

You sigh and melt into him, ready to forget about all the work the two of you went through today. Taking your hand, you grasp one of his and bring it down to your belt. He gets the hint, then quickly tries to get you out of the clothes you can’t bear to be in any longer than you need to be.

While you pull his tie loose, he pulls the concealed carry holster from where it was tucked inside your waist band. He sets it on the nearby table, then pulls your shoulder holster off. You chuckle against him as you pull his own fire arm off and join it with the other two.

“So many guns.” You comment.

Without a risk in the way, he untucks your blouse. “Occupational hazard.” He adds.

Slowly, articles of clothing are making a home on the floor, and once you’re down to your underwear, you’re falling onto the bed with a laugh.

“You’re on my hair.” You wince.

“Sorry.” He adjusts, gripping your waist as he flips the two of you over.

Knees on either side of his hips, you’re free to do the thing you’ve been thinking about all day. Your favorite thing is the little gasp Spencer gives you when you first create a dizzying friction against him. You absorb it with your mouth on his, hands on his cheeks, manicured nails slightly pressing into his skin. You still haven’t figured out what flips inside of you, or what it is exactly that he does that makes your brain think ‘I want to eat him’.

“What time are we flying out tomorrow?” You ask, placing his hands on your hips.

His fingers flex into your skin, and drags you against his lap.

“7:00.” He answers, knowing how much you hate early mornings, and long flights home.

“I have a bone to pick with that Hotchner guy, I think he’s out to get me.” You huff. “He ships us out when the sun comes up, he puts me with Morgan all day, and he never lets me hang around when you’re doing paperwork in the briefing room.”

Spencer, much more brave now, trails his lips down your jaw and neck.

“That’s because you’re distracting.” He states.

You gasp. “I am helpful!”

“Helpful when you have your hand between my legs under the table?”

You giggle. “I’m helpful in more ways than one, baby, and you are no better than me.”

With a slight disbelief of his eye, he pulls away from tracing your pulse with the tip of his tongue, and shakes his head at you.

“How am I no better?”

You slightly tug at the ends of his hair. “Spence, you almost got us caught when you shoved me into the conference room on your lunch break and Emily was looking all over for me.”

He smirks, feeling all too proud of himself for that bold move. “It was my lunch break…I was having lunch.”

Ever since Spencer learned how much he enjoys his face between your thighs, it’s like he’s a junky all over again and can only go so long without making you fall apart for him. You remember thinking that there was no possible way the two of you could get away with it as he pushed your skirt up and sat you on the edge of the table, kneeling before you. You also remember thinking this was one of the hottest things he has ever done.

In the beginning, you were worried that he thought you only wanted sex. The sex, it’s great, it’s …well, it’s wow. But being with Spencer means laughing more than you ever have, spending days off together, holding his hand in public and going to as many bookstores as he likes. It’s all so much more than you ever had before.

At work, it’s the same as it’s always been, you shamelessly flirt and Spencer, being the victim of your sultry ploys, keeps stumbling his words and hardly ever raises red flags.

Sure, the team noticed that he’s a little more out of his shell, has more confidence about him, but they just think he started believing all those compliments you tell him. In all actuality, he just feels proud that he has someone like you in his life, whose socks end up in his laundry and who leaves lipstick stains on the collars of his shirts.

Fingers trace up your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin as they aim for the clasp of your bra. He’s getting pretty good at undoing the hooks.

But just before he can try to beat his time, a knock comes from the door.

The two of you pause, your lips pull back, your fingers leave his hair.

“What do we do?” You whisper.

Panting slightly from the lack of oxygen he receives when your tongue is slotted to his, he just shrugs. “Maybe they’ll go away.”

Just like that, your hips continue their motion and he’s going to free your chest.

Another knock.

“Reid, it’s Morgan.” The voice comes.

Spencer lets out a rather irritated huff, his eyes shut as he swallows hard, willing the man to just go away.

“Reid! Open the door.”

Nope, he’s not leaving.

“Son of a bitch.” He grunts.

“Oh, watch that dirty mouth, Doctor.” You tease as he pulls you off his lap.

He stands, running through mathematical formulas to try and calm down in his boxers. He scoops up a sweatshirt that lays on the back of the desk chair and pulls it on. In a panic, you roll off the bed and hide behind it on the floor, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Reid-”

Spencer pulls the door open. “What?” He snaps.

Derek is surprised by his bluntness, but he takes in his disheveled appearance and is more confused.

“What were you doing?” He asks.

“R-reading.”

Derek looks at his bare legs. “Without pants on?”

Go away, go away, go away.

Spencer breathes out. “I was about to take a shower. Now, what’s up?”

Morgan folds his arms over his chest. “Everybody is downstairs, don’t be a loner up here.”

Spencer shakes his head. “I’m pretty tired so uh, I’m gonna turn in.”

Morgan looks at him for a moment too long. “You sure you’re okay? You seem…flushed.”

“I’m fine, Morgan, really.” He reassures.

Laying face down on the carpet for a few minutes while the two men hash out whatever it is Morgan needed to, you come to the realization that you’re actually exhausted. By the time Spencer finally gets Derek to leave, you’re sitting yourself back up on the bed with a frown.

“What is it?” His brows furrow as he sees your expression.

Never have you ever had a partner so attentive, so loving in every touch they gave you. But Spencer runs his fingers through your hair as you tell him how you long for sleep, and he reassures you that it was okay you weren’t in the mood anymore.

He brought your bag from your room to his, though you truly just fell asleep in a t shirt and panties.

In the morning, you pretend you were in your room the entire night, and you meet the team in the lobby, fresh faced and ready to fly home.

“What’s your plans for this weekend?” Morgan asks after discussing with Emily what she’ll be doing.

You, who is currently taking up too much space on the couch, look over at the pair and shrug.

“I’ll have you know I have a very hot date with my bathtub when I get home and a very big plan to clean my apartment.”

That was all a lie.

You’d be over at Spencer’s this weekend, you’d be spending all your time with him, acting like a normal couple in public, having dinner and he’d get flustered when you’d kiss him in public.

But the team can’t know that.

Spencer comes back from the back of the jet, only to see his spot on the couch has been taken by your legs. He stares at you for a moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to sit here?” You innocently question.

“Yeah, I’d prefer to.” He nods, watching you smirk.

“All you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Please?”

You sit upright, planting your feet on the ground. “Always so eager to beg.”

Emily laughs, Spencer goes red in the face.

To them, it’s exactly how it always has been between the two of you.

He sits beside you, not too close, but your fingers twitch to reach over and touch him. Your nails go to your mouth instead to keep them busy.

Without truly paying attention, Spencer reaches over and tugs your hand away from your mouth and instead hands you a sucker he pulled from his bag.

It’s such a domestic act that though there’s nothing too suggestive about it, Emily notices. She clocks the behavior as something a little odd. Sure, you and Reid have always been close but since when has he carried around things for you?

Truly, you should’ve known that Emily would be the first to suspect something, but you continued on blissfully, believing that the team was so caught up in everything else that they wouldn’t catch what was happening right under their noses.

“The station was able to get us last minute rooms but there’s only four available, some of us are going to have to double up.” Hotch says nearly a month later on a case in a small Texas town you were only supposed to be in for the day.

But when the case turned into something far more complicated than anticipated, the team opted to stay for a bit longer.

The team shares a few looks as Hotch holds the motel room keys in his hand, all knowing that he wasn’t about to bunk in with Rossi anytime soon.

“I’m not sleeping with Reid.” Morgan declares as he begins to feel like it’s going to be assumed. “Make the girls share a room.”

All three of you begin to protest, knowing you’re fine with sharing but not fine with Morgan making that decision for you.

He holds his hands up in surrender.

JJ, always such a leader, looks to you. “If you and Prentiss want to share, I’ll bunk with Reid.” She sighs.

Spencer starts feeling like he’s a child again, watching his parents talk about custody, knowing one parent truly doesn’t want him.

The suggestion, though innocent, has your nails pressing into your palms. It’s a terrible idea in your mind, because here is a chance to stay with your golden boy for the night and it’s getting taken away.

“I’ll stay with Spencer, I don’t mind. Is that okay with you, Spence?” You turn to look up at him, innocent smile, sultry eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Fine- it’s fine with me…I’ll take the floor.” He stutters awkwardly, sealing the deal with a cricked smile that’s very Spencer Reid.

Hotch narrows his eye as he hands you a room key. “Keep the flirting to a minimum.”

“How can I when he just makes it so easy?” You joke, taking the key.

As you grab your bag, Morgan begins to uncontrollably laugh.

“Go easy on him.” He jokes. “He’s a romantic.”

“Morgan.” Reid sighs, following behind you.

“You have a fun sleepover! Hey, you still got that whistle? Yell fire if she gets to be too much!”

I glanced back at Morgan, shaking your head before looking to Spencer. “Come on, lover boy, I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do.” He mutters.

“Only sometimes.”

Hotch prays he’s not going to get an email from HR. He’s already hearing it from Strauss, a meeting needs to be set up for inappropriate conduct between coworkers, and everyone knows Garcia and Morgan aren’t the only ones to blame, not when you’re addressing Spencer as ‘handsome genius’ in work emails.

The door clicks shut and you turn the lock, letting out a sigh and taking in the modest room, everything decorated in a dated western fashion.

“Were you serious about taking the floor?” You ask, causing him to look back over to you.

“If you want me to, yes.”

Bless him and his gentleman qualities, it has you wanting to jump him in the most passionate way.

“Now, why would I want you to be down there when I’ll be up in the mattress all alone? Here I thought you had a high IQ.” You tease, opening your go bag. “You mind if I shower? You could join me if you want.”

The offer is tempting.

“I better stay here in case someone comes knocking, might be a little suspicious if we’re both dripping wet at the same time.” He says, feeling proud that he still can think logically, though it’s far too hard when you’re around.

A smirk pulls at your soft lips. “I thought I was the only one who knew anything about being dripping wet.”

Spencer becomes flush, his cheeks burning as he says your name, prompting you to stop your explicit behavior.

“Sorry, baby, it’s just so easy.” You come to kiss his jaw before finding your way to the bathroom.

The shower is warm and the low light in the bathroom is soothing, you rinse clean and shampoo your hair, making the steam smell like your scent. Spencer browses the minimal television selection, then fights his urge to unmake the bed because he knows you’ll want to adjust the blanket and sheets a certain way.

“The water pressure is surprisingly good.” You say after about fifteen minutes, coming out, releasing that waft of steam.

Toweling your hair, you come back to your bag to find your various travel lotions, though you don’t get very far because Spencer is looking at you like you just hung the moon.

“What?” You ask, slightly adjusting your robe with an unsure smile.

He smiles softly. “I just…it’s unfair how beautiful you are in every form.”

Your heart swoons like it always does when he’s around.

“You have no room to talk, mister.” You remind, abandoning the skin care and come to stand between his knees that he parts for you.

Your finger traces the line of his jaw as his hands gently place on the backs of your thighs.

“You’re so sexy with your hair pushed back like this. Did you start wearing it like this because you knew it would drive me crazy?” You ask coyly, half teasing, running your fingers through it.

“It’s getting long.” He says.

“Nonsense, I love it.”

“You love everything.”

“I love you.”

The two of you pause. Those are three words you haven’t exactly expressed often. It’s been said, in a ramble from Spencer where it just came out and you had beamed up at him like you’ve won a prize.

Now, you say it with certainty, and he wants to hear it again.

“I love you.” You say with more intensity, leaning down to where you have his face in your hands, holding him there as you kiss him.

“I love you too.” He mumbles against your lips.

You don’t pull away when he slowly reaches for the tie of the silky robe, you’d never reject him.

He’s already lost his shoes and socks, his tie and the top buttons of his shirt, but he loses more as you help him. Further up on the bed, you let the open robe fall off your shoulders, not feeling bashful as he studies you with his eyes.

Spencer could never look at you in anything other way than adoration.

“Hotch is dumb.” You decide in his lap, placing his hands on your hips.

“We’re taking advantage of the situation.” Spencer declares, face falling to your shoulder as you sink further down onto him.

“I feel no remorse.” You breathe.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, the first time was a long time coming and it was perfect. So gentle and warm and everything the two of you craved. You laid in his sheets and traced the freckles on his skin and it’s a moment you think of often because you often don’t get them.

Now, you have a moment and are seizing it.

“You okay?” You ask with the drag of your hips.

“You’re heavenly.” Spencer proclaims, tasting the clean skin of your neck.

“Spence.” You gasp, getting the hang of a rhythm. “Fuck.” The word leaves your lips as soon as he thrusts up into you.

You and Spencer have always worked well together so this is no different.

It’s addictive, the feeling stirring in you, the shear pleasure washing over him. He knows a thing or two about addiction and he can confidently say that you make him feel far better than any needle in the vein did.

At some point, with your hands in his hair, mouth hot against his, and his grip moving you how he wants…

Your phone rings.

At first, you do your best to ignore it, but it continues in an annoying fashion.

“No.” You plead, trying to chase that oncoming feeling.

“Who is it?” Spencer breathes heavy as you reach for the device.

“Emily.”

His head falls in defeat, movements slowing, prompting you to answer.

You do your best to not sound aggravated as Emily asks if she can bring dinner by, but the idea of a burger does sound nice.

“Yeah, we could eat.” You state, free hand over Spencer’s mouth to keep him quiet as your slow movements continue.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Emily states in a kind yet suspicious tone.

“Will do, thanks Em.”

You throw the phone away, overwhelmed and determined to reach the high that was slowly slipping away.

“I hate our team sometimes.” You determine, frustrated that you lost momentum.

Not so gently, Spencer adjusts you to be on the mattress, taking over when you threaten to call off the entire idea because there was a stumble in the step.

“They should just know not to call on the off chance two coworkers are breaking HR rules.” He jokes, entering you without hesitation, making you gasp out.

The roll of his hips is slowly bringing you back to the precipice at a dangerously fast rate, leaving your legs to shake a touch.

“Emily is going to be here soon.” You stress, digging your skull into the pillow.

“We’ll be done before then.” He assures, reaching his hand down to rub his thumb against your clit in a hot friction.

“Emily could stand here and watch for all I care.” You state, pleading for a release. “I just- I need it, baby, please.”

“I know, I know, angel, you’re going to get it.”

How could a man be so soft when he’s doing such dirty things to you? It’s a mystery you’ll never quite understand, but Spencer has always been a wonder, so this is to be expected. He’s coaxing you to the finish, letting you suck on his shoulder to keep your noises down.

And when it happens after the build up of waiting for weeks, it hits like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless, open mouth gasping silently for air. Spencer is shuddering and pressing his face into that space between your jaw and collar bone.

You half expect a phone call, some kind of urgent message that will ruin this moment but nothing comes. It’s just you and Spencer.

At some point after getting cleaned up, you lay side by side, limbs tangled. Your eyes threaten to shut at the way he traces the shape of your face.

“Sometimes I’m just waiting to wake from this dream.” He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear.

You hum. “It’s not a dream, that’s what makes this so great.”

He shifts slightly, tilting his head down to brush his nose to yours. “Sometimes I think it is, because in what reality am I really the person you choose?”

You don’t like that, it obvious on your face. “I’d choose you in every universe, even if you don’t choose me.” You say sternly, a hand pushing his hair back.

He likes when you’re genuine. Well, you’re always genuine, but you also always have a face on, one of coyness and humor. When you’re like this, emotionally bare, he likes you the most.

“I’d never not choose you.” He states before turning to kiss your wrist.

You want to comment about how romantic he is without trying, but Emily knocks like you knew she would.

The two of you spring up, thankful you’re already dressed. You take a calming breath as you head to the door, and Spencer quickly tries to straighten the wrinkled sheets.

Emily isn’t dumb, she knows something is different, but she truly doesn’t suspect anything yet, which is questionable because she has a perfect view of signs that indicate adult activities when she comes in to deliver the burgers.

She goes and tells JJ that the two of you act different, a little more guilty, but Emily doesn’t know for sure until a completely different scenario comes about.

Two weeks later, when you’re sent into a living nightmare. Hotch makes the call to send you into the Unsub’s house alone first, you do it without hesitation because that is just how you do your job when it comes to the life or death of three missing children.

“House is clear, I’m going down to the basement.” You say into the com on your vest, confirming your safety to the team.

But you speak too soon, the Unsub does something the profile was wrong about. Hotch sent you in there because he suspected the man to be submissive to confident women of higher standard.

Though you were cautious, you weren’t expecting the Unsub to attack you at first chance.

You do your best to fight back and get the kids free, but you’re completely blindsided. Who knows what would have happened if SWAT and the team didn’t storm in when they did.

When you sit in the back of the ambulance, in shock, a paramedic cleaning up the gash on your forehead, Spencer is there with concern and comfort.

“The kids?” You ask.

“They’re safe, they’re going to be okay.” He reassured, holding your hand between both of his.

“I didn’t…I should’ve-“

“Shh.” He frowns. “You did good, angel, everything’s alright. Do you feel okay?”

Your brows draw and you shake your head. “I don’t feel well. Do I look well?”

“You have a concussion, sweetheart.” He says, gently pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Am I still gorgeous?” You ask in a dreamy voice.

“You’re always gorgeous.” He assures, cradling your cheek. “You’re just gorgeous with a head injury that you’re going to go to the hospital to get it looked at.”

Your eyes shut as you hum, the warmth of his palm runs through you. The two of you embrace gently, completely forgetting how casual you are supposed to be appearing.

The team sees it now, of course they do.

You’ll have to explain the secret you’ve been hiding from them later, but now you’re just listening to Spencer’s voice murmur to you, wrapped in his FBI jacket, fighting the urge to adjust his hair.

[anantaru]

how would anemo boys act with someone who’s generally really quiet and just doesn’t make much noise? especially in bed 😏

including. scaramouche, kazuha

synopsis. you're hiding your moans from him

cw. [ex]plicit, lots of teasing, rough syx, fingering, scara doubts himself a little we love to see it, dom kazuha, fem! reader

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱

"huh, why aren't you saying anything?" scaramouche asks, staring at you while playfully blending in a few grinding movements on your cunt in hopes you'd just moan his name.

you see to scaramouche, to even get one single sentence out had been really fucking hard, so how come you're having no trouble keeping yourself silent?

all night, he was very sensitive, hissing through each thrust and alternating between rough, rushed ruts and deep, precise grinds that it was slowly getting to him.

"—fuck, j-just something," he mumbles through a tensed jaw, peering down at your perfectly arched body as you teasingly avert your gaze from his, pretending as if the desperate part of him wasn't turning you on a tenfold.

your boyfriend hesitatingly brings a hand to your cheek, "say something, come on," and lets go off a moan, deepening the sealed connection on your cunt and turning his hips slower, making you dart your eyes into the back off your skull when he buries inches after inches in you.

you grin in return, hoping you could at least put up with this game a little longer.

but your cunt was struggling viciously, being so adaptable with how quick scaramouche could change his movements that it left you short on breath— it's all rigid and solid at first, later he stretches you out piercingly fast, until your pussy was twitching on repeat.

your breath gets stuck in your throat as he snaps his cock in before you feel him twitch in you, the very moment you made a slight noise of surprise, "you're not answering my question," scaramouche hisses at you, having his hand stroke your cheek while he makes you take his cock well and nicely.

but whatever, right? it doesn't matter to scaramouche if you're being loud or dead silent— although pondering about the situation at hand, he's been so patient waiting for your flowery whines to bubble from your throat, to your tongue until he listens to them, biding his time and allowing himself to fuck you like he thought you enjoyed it.

what if you didn't enjoy it? everything happened so quickly and he found himself doubting his skills, it makes him go slow and rapid all at once.

to hear you was something he didn't deserve then.

but how much he wanted to hear you say he was doing a good job was ridiculous. as much as it was desperate.

you hum affirmatively in response, your mouth softly attached to his jaw before you rock your hips upwards in a repeated sequence, an electric-bolt snapping in your heat as you moan into his lips— granted, it wasn't the loudest noise you could push out, yet it was a genuine one, to the point where your head spins when you're moaning again, only emphasizing how deeply you were feeling his length pleasure you.

that alone brought scaramouche back to reality.

slick drips from your hole and he knows by the flinch of your touch that you're close. he was breathing heftily against your glossy lips as if it's a relief to have you sing for him now, his cock throbbing hard until he's spasming.

his face silently travels from your eyes to your tits flinging up and down with his shallow thrusts racing through your velvet walls, "I love everything about this," he whispers, slightly flustered, droplets of sweat slithering down his forehead, "you love it too, hm?"

scaramouche needs to know. he lays open mouthed kisses on your cheek and jaw, smearing his saliva over the heated skin.

your moans were euphonious, bird sweet and soothing to his ears, a perfect composition indeed.

"v-very," you cup his cheeks proudly, arching your back into his body as his cock drags across your searing walls,

you go on, pulling your hips up to meet his so he could slip into you deeper, watching how his mouth parts and brows knit together,

"you're doing s-so good, always,"

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱

"oh? doing this on purpose, aren't you?" kazuha grunts at the clench you have around his shaft, but then he smirks after you denied his questioning on your noises, or well, the sheer lack of them.

have you gone silent? or do you not like the way he stretches your pussy anymore?

the slow pumps on your cunt had always been precise. kazuha knows you like the back of his hand, in fact, he gets turned on in accessory to displayed a sort of filthy and twisted expression on his darling face, morphing his demeanor on his weighty thrusts on your pussy, so you could see and feel what you're doing to him.

he managed to not only target the places that made your mind rewire, but kazuha would also find new spots you never knew could be stimulated in that way.

"no matter," the man gasps at the rolls through your walls, his thrusts shocking each and every nerve in his body, "i'll just have to get them out of you somehow,"

he adds before pulling his body up so he could prance one hand down the area between your breasts, smothering over the sweat-stricken skin so softly until he reaches your stomach, teasingly pressing down as he cocks a brow.

you can feel how hard he was slotted in your cunt, and when kazuha pushes down on your stomach you thought your little game would end right there. little do you realize that this wasn't his original intention and that he's planned something a whole lot delicious.

he slides a thumb to your clit, leisurely and without a hurry, his erection barely moving now but twitching ever so often as he slowly digs through the delicate skin that was protecting the pearl, rubbing your clit softly to hopefully bring your mewls and whines to the surface.

a searing warmth runs hot in your cunt as your back arches when kazuha alternates between toying with your clit and pumping you of his cock again, slowly dragging his erection against your velvety walls with all he's got.

realize this now— it's that one special way he did it, moving his shaft in a slowed motion so your body could react on how full you've been getting with each inch slotted inside.

your head was above the clouds now, serving to diminish your previous attempts to fool your boyfriend. you needed this so badly right now, you wanted kazuha to make you cum so badly that you're beginning to gasp loudly, so loud in fact that it almost overturned the fast thuds of your heart.

opening your dazed eyes, you needed kazuha to listen and watch you, watch everything he made your body do— how he's bringing his cock in you easily, how he slowly pumps in your hole and meshes his shaft with your arousal, his erection aching, hot, slowly and teasingly spreading you apart.

a whimper slips through your lips when kazuha slants forward, swirling his tongue in your mouth but keeping things slow.

your body shivers under the lewd wetness of sweaty skin on skin rubbing against each other as it provided you with strong, electrifying tremors when your legs begin to clench around his hips, your pussy full of his cock.

"told you so," he hints at his previous declaration as your body combusts in a matter of seconds, your cunt pulsing at his words when your arousal slides over his length with pre dripping from his tip.

"not fair," you whine as he laughs breathily, nibbling on your jawline, the softness of his lips painted with the vivid hues of passion.

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[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. satoru/reader. dark dark DARK, bad end au, sorcerer breeding programs, consent is not a thing for sorcerers, all sorts of bad shit.

ultra dark dystopian au where the public knows what cursed spirits are and jujutsu society isn't controlled by the higher ups.

it's controlled by the government.

sorcerers are national assets. tools, property, born and raised to be weapons against cursed spirits.

they're taken from their mothers at birth. indoctrinated and trained in facilities until they're old enough to be sent out to kill curses. they start somewhere around 13. most of them don't reach adulthood.

with attrition rates so high, where are they getting all this fodder?

special grades like satoru gojo don't spend most of their time out in the field.

as soon as he was of age he's sent to a suitable mate. breeding stock like him should create more sorcerers.

for what? to be killed?

the questions come to his mind every now and then, but he knows they're useless. he doesn't think much about why things are the way they are.

he's a weapon. he's been a weapon his entire life. this is what he's good at. what he's meant for.

however he feels about his life, satoru gojo was born and bred for sorcery, in every universe. he loves it. what do the details matter?

things aren't so different for satoru in this au. he wakes up, kills curses, creates new sorcerers, gets maybe 3 hours of sleep and does it again.

he doesn't get to pick who or when he's bred with. he's a stud. his partners are broodmares. sorcerers who managed to survive the meat grinder of exorcism.

when satoru gojo meets you, he doesn't know you. doesn't even know your name.

he doesn't need that to get you pregnant. he's sent to a room, locked in there with you, crystal-clear instructions on what you're meant to do.

it isn't his first time doing this. it's not your first time either, he's sure.

it's not romantic. it's not even sexy. it's quiet, practical, and methodical -

but oh. oh, does it feel good.

he doesn't know if it's just your body, or if this is something you actively do but it feels like you're clenching around him, like your cunt is embracing him and refusing to let go.

you're touchy, too. touching his face, his hair, his body. satoru is used to roving eyes (he's instructed never to say no; after all, what if a woman who fucked him bore a sorcerer child?) and hands.

but your hands aren't greedy. they're tender. gentle caresses like the sigh you make when he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

he nearly jerks at the feeling of your lips on his neck. kisses littered up to the underside of his jaw, featherlight fleeting. ghostly, even.

when he's rutting into you, quick, efficient motions to get him closer to the edge, you meet his ice-blue gaze and press your lips to his -

it's the first time he's been kissed on the lips.

he remembers your eyes watering the first time he penetrated you. next time, he makes a point to whet his fingertips, rub over your clit, kiss your breasts, your neck, until you're dripping over him.

he doesn't know why. it's unnecessary effort. all he has to do is release inside you.

but he supposes if you're both stuck here for a while, it might as well be... nice.

and it is nice. this time he feels one of your hands grasp his, a strange feeling churning in his gut as you guide his hand to your clit.

with just a few careful swipes, timed to the rhythm of your hips bucking into him, the sonnet of your little gasps and moans, he watches you start to shiver and quake.

you clench around him and something inside him lights up, tugging, bright and hot and bursting along with his climax.

it's never been like this before, never been this good. you squeeze around him like you're milking him, panting with your mouth slack and opened wide, eyes glossy and dilated.

irrationally, he leans in to cover your mouth with his, lap at your tongue, steal away your desperate breaths and feel you moan and squirm beneath him.

when he moves to pull out, your arms dart around him, holding him close. like you don't want him to leave.

and even though it's never been like this, even though he's never tried this hard or liked it this much, satoru still thinks this is the strangest part.

laying there, bodies entwined, chests rising and falling as you fall asleep against one another.

it's warm. it's hot and sweaty and full of the stench of sex and bodily fluids, and it should be disgusting, but it's not.

maybe he's just too tired to care. when his six eyes finally close, the darkness that embraces him is warm, enticing, and absolute.

he can only just make out your heartbeat within it.

there's a few days of that, until your fertile period is over and you part, without words.

in fact he can't recall if he even spoke to you. you might not even know his name, though he's rather infamous, and with his hair and eyes he's hard to mistake.

satoru thinks about you sometimes. in the dead quiet of the night when his brain refuses to stop churning. in the midst of battle.

in the beds of the others he's meant to breed, cooling bodies laying against him as he brings himself to climax inside them and then pulls away.

it doesn't even feel that good anymore. not now that he'd had it with you.

sometimes he wishes he'd never had you. most times, he wants you there with him.

none of it matters. he knows that. he kills curses, he mates with fellow sorcerers. they're walking wombs, and he's a sperm donor. an impersonal exchange.

the worst is when he's summoned to fight a curse that seems just a little too low grade for him.

usually because the sorcerers originally dispatched failed.

in jujutsu sorcery, failure is death.

but high-level sorcerers like him aren't usually dispatched against lower level curses. it's almost invariably weaker sorcerers - younger ones.

it takes him an instant to exorcise it. seconds, really.

how many people died trying to do what was second nature to him?

how many of them were children?

it's his fault, in the end. for not being able to be everywhere at once. having to breed more to replace the sorcerers that wouldn't have been lost if he didn't have to spend so much time breeding.

the system churns through sorcerers like a meat grinder. anyone who comes out alive is squeezed for raw material, to make more of them.

an unending marathon. all that's waiting for them on the other side is death, death or being reduced to breeding stock.

he wonders what happens to female sorcerers who can't be bred anymore. are they just worked until they die?

do they ever get to see their children?

it's been years. if he'd gotten you pregnant then his children might be old enough to be sent out by now. if he has any children.

at the rate they've been having him fuck, he must have at least a few.

where are they? where are you? useless questions.

there's only been one fellow sorcerer he was able to keep track of throughout the years, and he...

well. he won't be seeing him again.

but he does see you again. years later.

do you remember him? he remembers you. how many others have you been bred with? was there a dark, long-haired sorcerer among them?

someone with sharp violet eyes and a warm smile and large hands? did you have any children by him?

is there anything left of his friend in this world?

the questions bubble in his chest, staining the back of his throat like bile.

if he asked, he's sure you would answer. you smile when you see him.

but instead he buries himself inside you, in your arms, your tight embrace. this is the only time he gets to feel good.

is this the only time you get to feel good, too? during this week of your fertile window, when they send you in to anonymous sorcerers to get fucked pregnant?

breeding stock, he remembers. what will be done with you when you can no longer bear children? what do you have to look forward to?

satoru wants to ask. did you have any children by him? did any of them survive?

but instead he buries himself in you to the hilt. until you keen and stretch underneath him.

even if he did ask, you wouldn't know.

you hold him too tightly for a brood mare, for an encounter that will only last as long as your fertile window.

do you yearn for these moments, too? do you miss him, do you want to see him again?

did you bear his children? did you want to show them to him when they were born? did you want him there?

did you - you're looking up at him hopefully, arms that hold him close, it's time to leave now and your eyes are wet and empty and your shoulders drop as you lay back on the bed limply -

geto was right.

[starfxkrinc]

wanna know what really went down the first time jj and sweet pea fucked?

you could barely focus the rest of the day, this was different. this wasn't the boys in your class sneaking in for a 8 minute pump and dump. jj was a man, one that's been whispered about all your life. always seen coming out of someone's trailer hours after their husband left.

the subject of the first wet dream that left you shaking and rutting against your pillow.

now it was real. flesh and blood. you paced throughout the living room, watching as the time crept from midnight, to fifteen minutes past and he still wasn't here. you were beginning to worry he stood you up when the backdoor creaked open.

clumsily, you skittered to him as he poked his head through the door, stepping through and stopping you before you crashed into him.

"woah woah, slow down," he closed the door behind you. he locked it. and it all began to feel too real, "lemme get a good look at you."

heart thudding you let him look over you, you didn't know what to expect. his hand travelled from your cheek to your breast, swiping a thumb over you nipple, smirking when you gasp as it puckers.

"what's all this?"

nervously you giggle, and now you're second guessing yourself. you thought he'd like it. you didn't wanna give him the same experience you gave everyone else-- sleep shorts and an old t-shirt--you wanted to prove you could be more. take more. so you put on your nicest dress even if that wasn't saying much. you matched your underwear. swiped on some red lipstick.

all in all you wanted to look older.

"you don't like it?" you looked down at your feet and cringed at the sparkly polish on your toes.

jj just shrugs, "lets sit down for a bit."

'a bit' turns into an hour. and you sit on the far side of the couch the whole time. suddenly you regret this. it's all too much, the weight of your age difference hangs heavily between you. you want him to leave.

before you can speak, jj breaks the silence, "why you sittin all the way over there hm? c'mere." you don't get the option to move before he reaches over, wrapping his tattooed hand around your thigh to pull you across the couch with ease. the snarling dog looks ready to tear through your guts.

he tucks you closer and you know he can feel you shaking, breaths coming out in quick gasps as he strokes your soft skin, his other hand coming up to your cheek, "you're such a pretty girl. i don't know why you put all this shit on your face." jj rubs his thumb across your lip, smearing the red as you struggle to speak.

"i don't want you to look at me like a little kid."

"who says that bothers me?"

your bottom lips trembling. you want him to leave but the request dies in your throat when he kisses you and you could almost keel over from the heat.

this was. different. jj kisses like he's gonna devour you. it's not sloppy and wet like the other boys. you can feel each slide of his tongue against yours in your panties. it's too much. you want to pull away.

you fall back onto the cushions. the dog cups your cunt.

when he pulls back your gasping, and jj laughs down at you like an amused father, "like that?"

you nod but you feel embarrassed, there's no way he can't feel how wet you are between your clenched thighs. not with how he rubs his palm against you.

"breathe sweetheart, i got you."

it's only then you realize you're practically hyperventilating. he has to leave before this goes too far.

"relax, open up let me see." jj coaxs you like a feral cat, smushing his palm against you as the tension melts out of you. you look even more vulerable with your lipstick smeared and your panties stuck to you lips. when he unbuttons your dress he groans.

you're matching, lacy black bra and black panties. a cherry embroidered on the front. a little girl's idea of sexy underwear.

"jj..." your voice brings him back to the present, your eyes are wide and watery and he wonders what he looks like to you, "can we--can we just watch a movie or something?"

he grips your thigh tighter, "why'd you invite me over then? thought you were just gonna cock tease me and send me on my fuckin way?"

"no! i just--i don't feel--"

when he grabs your throat your stomach drops, "i'm not one of your little boyfriends. i'm not playin this hot n cold shit with you."

now you're whole body's trembling and you look near tears, so he reels back, relaxing his hold on your throat to something softer, "i know you're scared, it's all new and you're used to being in charge."

sniffling you nod, "they never know what to do."

"right. i know what i'm doin. no games. me and you, like adults. and you're a big girl sweet pea. i wouldn't do anything you can't handle."

jj takes your smile as a yes, you needed the validation, you needed to feel like an equal in this.

he knows you're not.

when slides down and spreads you open he has to take a second, groaning into your thigh because for how scared you claim to be you're so fucking wet. a milky trickle of arousal drips down between your asscheeks and his tongue fucking throbs at the thought of tasting you. so he does. starting from the crack of your ass and trailing up to your puffy clit before he latches on.

"god fuck!"

he can feel your thighs shaking around his head, clamping shut as you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the noise. jj's confident he's never tasted anything like you--heady and musky. despite his nose being buried in your bush he can smell your sweet, fruity lotion mixing with the scent of your pussy and he feels fucking dizzy. like he's been given a shot of black tar heroin right to the heart.

you're really gasping now, hips bucking under his strong grip as he licks and sucks like he's trying to reach the peach pit of your guts. ravenous like a starving dog.

"please make me cum, i'm gonna f-fuck-cum please."

your clit pulses and twitches between his lips, and all it takes is a couple more sucks before flooding his mouth. and he all but licks you clean.

it's only when you're flinching does jj pull back, kissing up your body as you lay there, eyes closed--sated.

"where's your room?"

your eyes fluttered opened, surprised. you were done, nobody's ever made you cum like this before and you didn't even think you could go again, "what? but i'm-"

"don't start that shit. you asked me over, you're done when i say you're done."

that sick feeling again. he had to leave.

"no- no jj you have to go, it's late and i don't think we should--"

bad move, very bad move. because he hauled you up like it was nothing--half naked and blubbering that you were done. that it'd gone too far and you wanted him to leave as he kicked open one door, then another as he found your room.

"cute."

he threw you down so fast you barely got a chance to bounce before he was on top of you, pinning you down with a hand on your throat as you sobbed, "jj please, i won't tell anyone you came over just go home! i'm sorry, i can't do this, i changed my mind!"

"tough shit little girl. next time? don't ask to fuck if you don't wanna fuck." when he drops his pants you cry harder, and he lays it against your stomach, "look at that. that's how deep ima be sugar."

hauling your thighs to your chest he practically squats over you, pressing the uncut head of his dick to your pouting hole, "shit, can you even take all this..." it's like he's not even talking to you, bullying his way in as you beat against his chest in tears.

"please--please stop it hurts!"

jj smiles at you, mean and predatory with a sharklike grin. the dog grabs your face, covering your mouth, its maw open to drink up your tears.

"you’ll be okay."

he drops his hips and if it weren't for the hand on your mouth you'd scream the house down. you're so flared around his base its a miracle you don't split in two. but jj just groans, loud and long as he starts fucking into you, "shit. you taste sweet sugar but goddamn you feel sweeter. you sure you aint a virgin?"

you sob, you feel sick, but he's filling you like no one has before, you can feel your heart beating in your clit stronger with each thrust, "no--i just--fuck that's--"

you let out a shaky moan and jj knows he got you, cockdrunk and hazy like you weren't just begging him to stop, "yeah i know. babys gettin her first real fuckin."

his hips slam so hard against yours they bounce off the bed, your hands wandering as you struggle to find something to hold onto. never in your life have you felt like this, hot and cold all at once, like someone's found a way to set your nervous system alight. even your skin feels sensitive when his palm rubs against your stomach.

"you were fuckin made for this sweet pea, fuckin tellin ya. lord knows how long i wanted this."

the truth's itching at his tongue, the fact that he's been thinking about this for years, far longer than he should have, like you dont still have baby fat on your hips.

"m-me too."

"yeah...how long?"

when you cry this time it's from embarrassment, shielding yourself from his view with your palms, "since...since i was 11 i dreamt about you."

he gets a flash of you then, suddenly shy around him, near tears when he talked to you and running back to your room after he patted your back.

"you wanted your daddy even back then?"

hysterical now--from embarrassment, from arousal from it all-- you wail, "yes!"

jj shudders, he can feel it wrap around the base of his spine, it won't be long so he smushes he thumb against your clit, not even rubbing, just the steady pressure, "alright. alright, i'm here now i've been waitin on you baby, you're my little girl now."

no noise comes out when you cum, not for a long while before you let out a long shuddering wheeze as you cream around him. and he's right behind you, groaning and pressing so close you feel his balls twitch against your ass while he cums sticky and hot against your cervix.

you're still crying when he pulls out--panting like a dog and he collapses next to you.

"hey, stop cryin you're fine."

guilt and disgust has wrapped itself around you. he's dug his way deep into your core. you don't feel so grown up anymore.

[letstrip13]

m.s - nsfw alphabet

inspired by @sturniolobsessed !!!

read the chris version here <3

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A - AFTERCARE (what are they like after sex?)

he’s so so so so sweet about it. of course he makes sure you’re okay and you have everything you need, but what he looks forward to the most are the cuddles after. he loves falling asleep skin to skin with you, his arms wrapped around your body and his face in the crook of your neck. also, he is 100% the boyfriend who will carry you to the bathroom to pee after sex if he makes you unable to walk right.

B - BODY PART (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s?)

he loves every inch of you but it would be a tough decision between your tits, your lips, and your thighs. he loves touching your tits, not even in a sexual way half the time. he just likes having them in his hands. as for your lips, he loves kissing them, loves the feeling of them trailing kisses up and down his neck, loves the way they look wrapped around his cock. + he loves having his hand on your thigh as he drives, always squeezing it or rubbing it. his favourite body parts of his are his arms and back. he loves the way you adore his tattoos, always touching them and tracing them. he loves wrapping his arms around you. as for his back, he loves the way you scratch it up during sex.

C - CUM (anything to do with cum.)

his favourite place to do it is inside you. he loves filling you up and watching it drip out of you after he pulls out.

D - DIRTY SECRET (what is a dirty secret of theirs?)

he secretly lurks on tumblr from time to time to sort of get advice on things to do/say during sex. unbeknownst to you, it does help. but he tries to keep it minimal, only doing it when he feels he's really stuck in a rut now since he doesn't want you getting suspicious of anything. but he did it more when you first started sleeping together, wanting to impress you. his tumblr days are pretty much over now but it's still hiding where he needs it just in case.

E - EXPERIENCE (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is not one to put himself out there so his body count before you was probably zero. but like chris, he's a fast learner when it comes to pleasing you.

F - FAVOURITE POSITION (self explanatory.)

missionary because he loves being as close to you as possible and loves seeing your face. sometimes, he'll put your legs over his shoulders to get even deeper. a close second is cowgirl with his hands on your thighs or hips and your tits within easy reach for his mouth or hands.

G - GOOFY (are they serious or goofy in the moment?)

he's completely serious in the moment but will crack jokes after.

H - HAIR (how well trimmed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

same as chris, keeps it clean and trimmed but doesn't shave it all.

I - INTIMACY (how intimate are they in the moment?)

very intimate and in the moment. he loves to savour every second with you.

J - JERKING OFF (masturbation.)

he's definitely the type to have ‘accidentally’ ended up with a pair of your panties after they ‘got mixed up in the laundry.’ for the most part, he'll just go to you when he's horny so he doesn't have much use for it anyways.

K - KINKS (what kinks do they have?)

he for sure has a breeding kink with the way he loves cumming inside you and filling you up. he also has a cockwarming kink; he can never get enough of the way he stuffs you so full. he'll stay in you, perfectly still, for as long as you'll let him.

L - LOCATION (favourite place(s) to do it?)

since missionary is his favourite position, his go-to is either his or your bed. but he's always up for car sex with you.

M - MOTIVATION (what gets them going?)

kissing his neck and playing with his hair. also you matching his energy when he gets an attitude and giving him one right back just does something to him.

N - NO (things they are not open to in bed.)

like chris, he does not want you anywhere near his ass.

O - ORAL (are they good at it? do they like giving or receiving more?)

matt the munch is all that needs to be said. but he's a sucker (no pun intended) for receiving. his favourite thing is when you let him take full control, holding your hair back for you as he fucks your throat.

P - PACE (fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)

it depends but he's more of a slow and sensual kind of man. sometimes he'll mix them and fuck you rough but at a slower pace. the way he'll thrust like that drives both of you insane.

Q - QUICKIE (their opinion on quickies and how often you have them.)

he prefers to take his time with you. given a choice, he will always go the long route with lots of teasing and foreplay. but he will never say no to a quickie in his car or if he's horny before either of you need to be somewhere.

R - RISK (are they willing to take risks?)

he likes to play it safe and stay in his comfort zone but if you have ideas, he's pretty open to them.

S - STAMINA (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

much like chris, he can go a good two or three rounds but he tries to drag it out as long as he can.

T - TOYS (do they own toys? if so, which ones?)

same as chris. he doesn't own any, but if you have a vibrator, he's more than happy to use it on you. he'll love to tease you and overstimulate you with it. maybe he might even let you try it on him just to experiment.

U - UNFAIR (do they like to tease?)

the rings, the tongue thing, the pink slutty waist shirt, the glasses, the stubble !!! he's a slut and he knows it. he teases you to no end whether it's subtle like those things or whether he's bringing you close to cumming then denying you the release over and over again.

V - VOLUME (how loud are they? do they grunt, moan, whimper, etc?)

he's quiet yet vocal if that makes sense. he does it all: groans, moans, grunts, even whimpers and whines but he's not super loud about it. unless he really can't control himself which is more often than he means to. so it's a good balance between the two.

W - WILD CARD (a random headcannon.)

his biggest sex dream/fantasy is to have you suck him off while he's driving but he won't bring it up because he's afraid of crashing.

X - X-RAY (what's going on under their clothes?)

he's like seven inches as well but not as girthy as chris is.

Y - YEARNING (how high is their sex drive?)

he gets horny a lot but he's good at hiding it until you're alone.

Z - ZZZ (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

no matter how tired he is, he will fight to stay awake until he knows you're asleep. after that, he's out like a light.

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idk this might be kinda too specific but like imagine the twst mc isn’t a prefect but a magic user aswell and they’re just some normal student in nrc but they keep using magic excessively and their magic pen is like so so dark and their housewarden s/o is like ‘you should stop’ and yhe mc is like ‘no’ so then the housewarden like fucks them for the whole day so they can stop using magic for the time being

—> minors dni. hardcore smut ig ? all chars aged up, all of them being absolutely meanies.

an - lets give this guy an applause 🗣️‼️ I was running out of ideas and you saved me 🫶 I don’t have a bunch of time, so instead I’ll do Leona only since he seems like the right call. Its pretty long, sorry I couldn’t do more </3 ily tho ! buybyeee and enjoy !

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Pent up frustration that didn’t let him sleep, the fact that you look so tired and miserable because of your magic pisses him off. To him, he’s the one thats supposed to take care of you, for some reason he cares about you more than any other. Then he has an idea.

After a long day, Ruggie walks up to you, poking your shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hey, Y/N! Leona wants you to go to the botanical garden with him.” He tells you, you raise an eyebrow “What for? He always tells me to leave when I go with him.” Ruggie shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think its something serious.” Upon those words, you decided to take care of it.

You leave to the botanical garden, where you find the hidden space Leona always resides in. In which, when you enter, he instantly jumps on you, pressing you onto the ground. “What the hell do you think your doing?” He says harshly. You’re stunned ‘Why is he acting like this?’ You never see him like this. You frown “If this is about the magic thing, forget about it.” You say, turning around, about to crawl away, when you feel him put his hand on your head, instantly pressing your head down onto the grass. “Le-Leona, what are you doing?!” You yell, startled as he covers your mouth. He looks down at you with an angry expression.

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you, thats what.”

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Your clothes on the floor, his hands spreading your legs open. Everything was so.. exciting.. He had ripped of your clothes and his clothes alongside that. The pool of warmth that was in the pit of your stomach had now traveled down to your legs, Leona’s precum covering your wet lips, tongue lapping over them.

Everything felt so warm, your juices soon covering his mouth, and then helping his rock hard cock slip into you, all your thoughts getting fucked out when his first thrust registers into your body, legs bent onto his shoulders and claws holding your thighs open.

“fuck— how are you- god damn it your so tight” he groans out, long hair stuck onto his sweaty face. He missed this, YOU missed this, the feeling of his hips rutting into yours, the way you’d feel full with his cock, as if you’d just eaten a full course of food. It was too fucking good, too good. Its like the both of you became two wild animals in heat, you couldn’t say much about him though, he was technically one with the way he was acting.

“Leo- Leona- Ngh.. stop it.. I have to.. give me my pen b-“ Your cut of by your own moan, the feeling of your pens cold magical stone pressing onto your clit, bundle of nerves causing your back to arch and a dam to open inside of you as Leona releases his own batch.

Your legs felt like as if they’d been liquified.. a little.. too.. liquified?

“leona..”

“Yeah?”

“You put a spell on me didn’t you?”

“Sure did, bunny.” He responds, kissing your forehead and covering your naked body with his blanket, leaving you to rest inside his room.

All the black ink was gone by the time he came back.

[charliehoennam]

(his) birthday girl

a/n: i know this is super late but i really wanted to do something sweet for you on your b-day. happy birthday, babes! @sizzlingcloudmentality

pairing: david loki x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, language, implied family conflict

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

The growing wetness building between your thighs stirs you. Arousal arches your spine and spreads your legs before you can even manage to open your eyes.  

Behind the curtains, you take quick notice of the dark sky outside and assume it must be early morning. You can't be sure, especially since you can't even concentrate on anything else.  

The covers feel too hot against your burning skin. You push them back to reveal your boyfriend's face between your legs, the cause of your pleasant awakening.  

David smirks proudly for having woken you up. It was a hard decision to make, but he wanted to make sure your special day started off right.  

Taking in your unique and intoxicating scent, he moans lapping at your puffy lips. His tongue slides into your sopping entrance, delving hungrily to gather every drop of your sweet nectar.  

The feeling of his slipping tongue has your back arching off the mattress and toes curling against his broad back.  

He watches you squirm and push your t-shirt up, admiring your breasts as your hands grope and knead at them. His hands squeeze at the thighs wrapped around his head as he listens to your whimpers echoing in the silence of your bedroom.  

He is relentless with the movement of his head, following your grinding hips. His nose purposely nudges your hardened bundle of nerves as he relishes in your scent.  

You whisper his name and it's enough to have him rutting his throbbing cock against the mattress, so desperate for friction.  

He slowly plunges a finger into your wetness, pushing and pulling in and out of you to work you even closer to the edge, adding another one and another one until he's got at least three in your sobbing pussy.  

The ungodly squelching echoes like a symphony to his ears. You almost feel embarrassed about how wet you are until you hear him say how much he adores getting you so wet, that the sheets will have to be changed, and the mattress maybe even flipped.  

It's the ultimate trophy for him. And although he cannot display it, he'll be smirking proudly the whole day to himself when he remembers.  

Your walls tighten around his fingers, gushing out one orgasm after another. And despite your trembling body and overstimulated pussy, he shifts to kneel and sit on the back of his heels.  

"You know what I want. Be good and soak the sheets, baby. I'll give you what you want."  

Your knuckles turn white as they ball into the sheets. His fingers pump incessantly as David bares his teeth, fully dedicated to making you squirt.  

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, only to be released with a loud moan that you're almost sure could wake up your neighbors.  

"Atta girl. So fucking messy for me huh? Just get so wet for me? Got this pussy crying for my dick?" 

He chuckles urging every drop out of you.  

"God, I fucking love this pussy" he pants quickly shoving his boxers down.  

You lay a panting wet mess unable to focus on his words until his cock eases into your cunt.  

"Take it easy, baby. Breathe," he reminds you with a hand on your cheek. "Want me to stop?" 

"F-fuck no," you whimper bringing a shit eating grin to his face. 

"This what you want?" He bottoms out, grinding his hairy groin against your delicate nub.  

You squeeze around him and gasp at the feeling, nodding your head quickly.  

"It's all yours, baby" he breathes heavily against your collarbone. "It's your birthday, 'member?"  

In fairness, you can't even remember your own name right now. All you can do is hold the backs of your knees to let him hold himself up.  

His cock drags in and out of you with a painstaking slow pace. It soothes you from the overstimulation, but it has him struggling to contain himself.  

As the faint warm hues of sunlight begin to trickle in through the window, his lips capture yours in a ravenous kiss. You swallow his moan as your nails dig into his back, leaving red scratches on their way down to squeeze his ass, desperately pulling at his hips to get him as deep as you possibly can take him. 

"Fuck me, Dave. Fill me up" you plead, and he doesn't waste a second.  

It is your birthday and who is he to deny you of anything on your special day? Given the all-clear, his hips begin hammering against yours. Pants, wet slapping skin and the thudding headboard are all you can hear.  

The ecstasy burns through your veins, building that familiar overwhelming orgasm again until your juices squirt out as your body convulses to the pleasure, forcing his cock out for a moment. 

David praises you endlessly as he pushes himself in again, feelings every ridge of your walls tightening around his throbbing dick. His hands find yours and shoves them above your head, fingers intertwining with yours as you taste yourself on his lips again.  

He groans and growls into your hungry mouth, filling the depth of your core with his hot load. Your legs lock around his hips to hold him in place.  

He'd never leave if he had it his way, but there's a certain warmth that blooms in his chest every time you hug him with your legs like this. You're unwilling to let him go, and it fills him with the love he had only ever desired before.  

Never belonging anywhere, you claim him as yours and he accepts it happily.  

His kiss goes from hungry and sloppy to controlled tenderness. Your fingers thread through his hair, cradling the nape of his neck as he pulls his head up.  

"Happy birthday, baby." 

You laugh together, sharing a tender embrace in each other's arms as he tiredly rests his head in the crook of your neck.  

You lay in bed for a while, commenting on each other's performance and enjoying your post-sex glow, cuddling each other until the alarm clock on your phone buzzes, unfortunately reminding you that you still have to work today. 

While David grabs fresh linens from the closet, you clean up and gather the wet sheets which David takes to the laundry bin.  

Your routine goes as always.  

You share a quick shower that ends up with a quickie. David makes the coffee and breakfast as you get ready for work. He joins you in the bathroom for his morning shave and to gel his hair. You get dressed in your bedroom as you chat about the day's events before sharing breakfast together.  

This is his favorite part of the day; spending these little moments with you.  

You scrubbing that one spot on his back that he can't reach. Helping him shave around his sideburns, so one isn't cut higher than the other. Plucking the few hairs between his eyebrows because he can never get the hairs out on the first or second tugs without pinching his skin. Making you laugh while you brush your teeth. Catching himself staring at you while you do your makeup.  

These are the moments he craved when he was younger, growing up alone.  

It's not just about loving and being loved. It's the companionship. It's the presence and looking forward to that presence, trusting you to be there. You care for him in a way no one ever really has; in a way he never knew someone could and, for that, he’s learned to deposit the utmost trust in you.    

Although it is your birthday, no one is more thankful for your existence than David is.    

He proves this by making sure, weeks in advanced, to shave a couple hours from his shift. He makes sure your favorite flowers are ready to be delivered at your workplace and large enough to make everyone green with envy. He’ll try to take you out for lunch if his schedule allows it. But even if it doesn’t, you can bet he’ll be waiting out in the parking lot to take you out to dinner at your favorite restaurant.    

He goes out of his way to make your one and only day extra special and he can only prat that the only thing that ends up putting a damper on your special day doesn’t interfere as it has in the past: your family.  

They somehow always manage to make it about themselves and end your day on a sour note. 

This year was going to be different. David has his heart set on not letting anyone ruin your special day.  

Your birthday happened to land on a Friday and David couldn’t pass the opportunity up to make the ultimate surprise.   

He shows up as you are clocking out for the weekend and waits by his state issued car anxiously fidgeting with a blindfold in hand.    

“Whatcha got there?” you chuckle smiling at him.  

The way you light up at the sight of him doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.    

“I got a surprise for you.”    

You’re more than thrilled at the surprise, and you figure he’d be taking you to your new favorite restaurant.  

What you aren’t expected is to be sat in the car for nearly an hour later.  

Your shared home wasn’t far from work, and neither was the new restaurant, so by now, you’ve come to the conclusion that neither of those places are your destination.   

Although you trust David more than anyone in the world, the turns and potholes that you use to try and map out your location aren’t enough to stop the curiosity and excitement that bubble in your stomach.    

Questioning him is no use since he doesn’t budge a bit. All he tells you is that you’ll see when you get there, that you’ll love the surprise he has in store or that you’re almost there.    

You have no other choice but to squirm anxiously in the passenger seat, trying to focus on the music he had put on to keep you entertained.    

Your excitement radiates from your seat, pulling a chuckle and a warm smile from your boyfriend when you feel the car roll to a stop over crackling gravel. 

"Are we here?! Can I take this off now?"  

"We are here, yeah. Go ahead, sweetheart."  

As your hands quickly rise to remove your blindfold, David smirks leaning against the car door with his thumb knuckle between his teeth waiting excitedly to see how you react to his surprise.  

You freeze speechless as your vision adjust to the sight beyond the windshield.  

A cozy wooden cabin sits peacefully perched among a sea of tall autumn-colored trees. Just behind it lies a dark lake as its lapping ripples echo faintly, mirroring the shades of warm dusk on its surface.  

"I know your birthday is always a little tough to get through because of your family. I figured we could just get away for a couple days, so we don't give them an opportunity to ruin it."  

Your heart swells with the warmth of a thousand suns as you unbuckle your seatbelt to quickly climb out of the car. David follows you out, eyes blinking hard.  

“D-do you like it?” 

“Are you kidding me? I fucking love it!” you squeal hugging him tightly. “Wait, what about clothes? I didn’t bring any.” 

“I packed us a bag. Not that we’re gonna much of it.” 

[khrollos]

ミღ stuck in the middle

description. the only thing better than one cock inside of you is ... well, two.

pairing. g. satoru x reader x g. suguru tags. smut (18+), threesome, oral (m receiving), degrading (reader is called slut *lovingly*), spanking, eiffel towering :3 w/c. 620+ just a little drabble >_<

no way in hell you're doing this. no fucking way. how you managed to end up with your thighs parted, knees digging into your best friend's mattress with your other best friend's cock staring at you right in the face is still a mystery to you.

then again, sometimes ignorance is a bliss, and you'd consider yourself exceptionally happy with anything as long as satoru sticks it in.

you're on all fours, gripping the white linen sheets as the blond lines up his fat tip with your dripping cunt. suguru's own bulbous head is drifting in front of you until he nudges it past your lips and into your opened mouth.

"atta girl ..." suguru coos when you suck him right in. "she looks so pretty, huh satoru?" he calls out to his friend who is staring down at where his cock slides between your slick folds.

"perfect fuckin' pussy," he breaths out, and fuck, he can quite literally see your pussy clenching around nothing as you ache for something, anything.

"s-satoru," you whine when suguru pulls out your mouth to give you a second to breathe before thrusting back in. his cock hits the back of your throat with such force that your body lurches backward, ass rutting against satoru's pelvis.

"aw," suguru murmurs condescendingly, and the way your cheeks burn is nothing compared to the way your cunt pleads for satoru's cock. "is our little slut gettin' needy?"

satoru chuckles darkly, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head when his hand cracks down on your ass, moaning around suguru's lenght. "dirty girl ... you liked that, huh?"

"gonna give our cute girl what she wants?" suguru eggs his friend on, placing one hand on the crown of your head to force you down his length even further.

you can practically hear the smirk on his lips when satoru groans, sinking his thick length into in one go, his harsh thrust in sync with suguru's so your body is being pushed in opposite directions at the same time.

your whole damn body is successfully stuffed, and it's a sparing thought that you might not be able to move a single muscle after they're done with you. satoru has just started to move, pulling his dick out halfway before slamming back into you with equal force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

"didn't know you had it in you ... " suguru says as he continues to snap his cock through your swollen lips. "taking two cocks at once ..."

"'course she can do it," satoruo grunts out, digging his hands into your flesh as he starts to pull your hips into his with every thrust, using you like a poor little rag doll. "she's our slut remember?"

suguru chuckles deep and low, and the sound is so sexy that for a second, you forge that his cock is shoved down your throat. "you likin' this?" he asks innocently, looking down at you. "oh wait, forgot you can't speak," he says with a laugh, and you should feel humiliated but you don't.

you should feel embarrassed—having two cocks ram into you from both sides. you should feel some sort of shame for the way drool and precum dribbles down your chin, for the way that your pussy is letting out such filthy fucking noises that you can hear it squelching over the ringing in your ears.

you should feel humiliated but of course ... you don't. after all, who would turn down the offer to get absolutely fucked by their two hot best friends? your limbs are about to give out, but you don't care—not with the white hot orgasm that might just be the best of your life bubbling up in your belly.

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#𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐑. . . ★ they do not care for what you're into. it's like they were made for you. when they learned that you were very much into cnc, they made sure to surprise your nights with coming into your bedroom and forcing your legs open. they wanna hear you scream and tell them to stop without actually saying your safe word. they're addicted to the way you scream. maybe just a bit too addicted. as you writhe on the bed, screaming and crying, they're tasting your tears on their tongue. your pleads are swallowed in their throat. your kicks and punches are safely bruised into their arms as a remembrance. they fucking love using you like this. you won't ever say no to them, they know that. though you cry out, they continue to use you like you wanted to be. the feeling is euphoric. you're theirs. you're theirs. you're just theirs forever.

#𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘. . . ★ no matter what happens, they forgive you. at first, they don't even understand what you're asking of them. you're into... beastiality? that's confusing. you take the time to explain it to them, explaining how much you love fantasizing about a dog rutting into you and knotting you full of their cum. their cheeks flood with their blood. that's... embarassing! that should be against religion. they try to be understanding. maybe it's some sort of coping mechanism you have? the lord will forgive you either way! but the can't help but imagine that scenario actually playing out. their dad has some toys that he said resembles dogs—... would you like that? they try not to think about the way you would look stuck on a knotted dildo, begging to be filled with pups as you roll your tongue like a whore in front of him. shit. fuck. these thoughts... so fucking sinful~ they need to repent immediately

#𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐘𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘. . . ★ you confess your deepest darkest desire to them. this trust is sacred. they salivate as you confess to them how much you love being fucked like an animal. you're so fucking disgusting. you're an absolute whore for dog cock and that turns them on so much. as a surprise, they find a stray dog that wandered into the temple one day. you don't think of anything about it at first, of course. why would you? you say that it's a fantasy! but when they pull you into the prayer room and the walls are clouded with incense, the dog wanders in with the both of you. their eyes go manic as they watch you get used by the animal without remorse. they hold you in their lap and watch you get railed on the dirty stray. such a dirty little thing. their eyes are fixated on you and they don't want to let go of this sight. they want to stay here forever with you. forever will you be together. as one.

#𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘. . . ★ for as long as they knew you, you were the sweet innocent thing they found picking up lichen for a school project. their surprise is unmatched when they find you willingly whoring your body out while intoxicated. there’s shame coursing to their name, finding their loveliest eye candy being passed around like a blunt to the homeless. you’re briefly pulled to your knees and away from these dirty men. in your delirium, you don’t register what was happening to you at that moment. but the day after when you’re clearheaded—though loopy, for sure—the embarrassment floods you head to toe. you try to reason with him, why the hell you decided to get yourself that high just to be passed around like a toy. and it was your decision, you made that clear to him so that he wouldn’t do anything irresponsible and order a hit on those poor horny souls. it’s just… something you want. something you crave. to be taken with abandon and your senses jumbled the next morning. they don’t understand this immediately. there’s disgust first, then curiosity. lastly, indulgence. they conclude that if your finances were well taken care of, then this too shall be spoiled. they don't hesitate to bring you to an exclusive event they host, inviting all of their friends to come fuck you while your head is stuff full of drugs. some of those drugs purely to increase sexual appetite. you don't need anyone else anymore. you just need avery forevermore.

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AUS24 (3k words)

Oscar Piastri x Liam Lawson x Reader x Logan Sargeant

Genre: Angst, fluff, spice, A/B/O AU

Summary: James Vowels takes things a step further when covering his ass in the media. Logan and his mate pay the price but Oscar and Liam are there to help.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heat/rut cycles, James Vowels is the bad guy in this one, Alex being a king, Thigh riding, other alluded to sexual things but not specific so IDK what else to put

Notes: This one was a lot and I hope I filled the request okay! I struggled... Therefore y'all should feed my praise kink in order to motivate me. Jk...... unless?

Side Note: My ABO dynamics and how I write it is different so be forewarned ig. Also, NSFW under the cut. MINORS AVERT YOUR EYES!

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Oscar didn’t think much of it when he jumped out of the car and didn't see Logan. He figured he’d rushed off to make sure Alex was okay after that nasty crash and see if the team was going to be able to fix the beta’s car. 

Practice had gone pretty decent. He should probably meet up with Lando to talk about how he’d felt in the car. All things considered, he’s mildly optimistic. 

The itch in his neck leaves him wondering which of his three mates could possibly be annoyed. Oscar usually assumes Liam, given the nature of the omega. Oscar had to learn to pick his battles early on. He understands that in entirely alpha or omega families, dynamics have to be flexible. Liam is more alpha coded then he is omega. Unfortunately for the mess of things that is the paddock, people give him shit for it and Oscar has had to haul the kiwi away before he killed somebody. 

Oscar, because he’d prefer not to spend his home race weekend bailing Liam out of jail, speeds off towards the RB garage. He doesn’t have to go far since Liam is also sprinting in his direction. “Oscar! Are you alright? I thought maybe something happened when you got out of the car since I feel all prickly.” The blonde smells both annoyed and concerned. 

Oscar shakes his head. “I thought you might be trying to take the head off Helmut again…” He shakes his head and continues his walk down to the Williams garage with Liam on his heels. “Have you seen the other two at all?” 

“Her and Logan walked down to the William's garage together. That was about twenty minutes ago.” 

On their trek to the end of the paddock, They end up running into George. The second British Omega on the grid. He’s pacing outside of the garage and Oscar has to bite back a gag at how distressed he smells. “George?”

“Oscar! They won’t let me in.” He’s raking fingers through his and getting increasingly more distressed the longer they are stuck outside. “He sent me a text saying something happened, but didn’t elaborate. I can feel his anger.” 

Oscar, because he has no idea what to do in this scenario, sends Liam with George to find Lewis, or Carlos, or Max, or Lando, or anyone else who might know what to do right now because he has no idea. He just needs to see the other half of his mates or he’s going to lose it. 

He tries to flag down anyone in the vicinity, only to be ignored. He’s about ready to come unhinged until he gets the attention of James. The alpha team principal keeps his distance - the invisible boundary line the only thing keeping Oscar from shaking the information out of him. Only, James doesn’t just smell like James. No - he smells like Oscar’s other two omegas. Both of which must be in heat. 

He tries to breathe; reign himself in so he doesn’t lose it and end his entire career (though he will if it comes down to it). “Where are they?” If there is a growl laced within the question, he can’t be bothered to care.”

James looks like he might jump into an explanation of some kind, but gets foiled by Alex. The beta looks pissed. The kind of anger that shows in every movement. 

“JAMES!” While Oscar flinches at the olders tone, James remains calm. It's aggravating in a way. “Tell Oscar what you did or I will.”

James sighs and motions for the Australian to follow him. Alex can't growl, but the way he's seething tells Oscar that he would if he could. It's ironic to think that between the three of them, Alex is the most angry compared to the two alphas trudging through the garage.  

James gestures for him to go inside. The scent leaking through the cracks in the door is terribly seductive and Oscar has to dig his nails into the palm of his hands to ground himself. “Neither of them were supposed to be in heat this early. All four of us are synced and just went through this a month ago.” he stares down the older alpha for an explanation. 

He takes an inventory of his own body. His own reaction to his mates in heat is more… intense. Like he can't keep himself off them. Currently he feels more protective than anything. 

“since James won't tell you, I will-”

“It's team business!” 

“Not when the safety of others is concerned!” 

James makes a lunge for Logan but Oscar matches his speed and steps in front of him. He wants to retch at how awful James smells at the moment. 

Four pairs of footsteps from the direction they had come from. Liam and George have managed to find them and dragged Carlos and Lando as well. It's terribly comforting to have more people around. 

“what's going on?” Lando whines at the door the closer he gets. “Is Logan in heat? But didn't he just have one?” 

Alex is much taller than Oscar, but the beta appreciates the gesture given the nature of how betas usually are towards anyone else. “Oscar, why don't you, me, George and James speak about this in his office. Carlos can come too, if you'd like.” 

“yeah - yeah okay. I need to know what happened.” He looks around for Liam and pulls him away from James. “Sorry - I don't know what's happening. I didn't mean too-” 

Liam attaches himself to the alpha and noses at his neck. “I'll take care of them while you're gone. Lando is going to stay also.” 

Oscar nods, kisses his head, and drags himself away. He doesn't want to go anywhere but inside that room. Be it biology or his own mind, clearly something is wrong and he would desperately like to be there for the people he loves. Still, Liam is here and that makes things better. They aren't alone. 

They settle into chairs in James’ office. Carlos opts to stay by the door watching everything going on outside. “Why are they taking apart Logan's car?” 

Oscar blinks at him. They're what?” 

“I crashed the car and broke the chassis. James decided to punish Logan for it. But that's not even the worst part!” Alex looks expectantly to his team principal. A silent urge for him to tell his own story. He gestures for Alex to come continue on and the beta rolls his eyes. “Logan and y/n walked here together. James summoned them into the office together. He told Logan he was going to give me his car. Obviously, I said no and…” 

George shuffles his way over to Alex. The physical contact between the two seems to lessen Alex's rising emotions. “It was probably my fault, since I kept saying no.” Alex throws a packet of heat inducers on the table. “I was restrained. James didn't show he had a whole package - just dissolved way over the recommended amount into a cup and commanded Logan to drink it. She got to it first so he didn't have to drink it, and downed the entire thing in seconds.” 

“That doesn't explain Logan’s-”

“He had more and just repeated it. Then he used that fucking voice to get them to not tell anybody and lock themselves away.” Alex looks like he's on the brink of tears. “I'm sorry, Oscar.” 

Oh - the rage that's building beneath his skin. He moves to throw himself at James, but is foiled by Carlos. “You can't help from jail.” 

Which, the Spaniard isn't wrong, so Oscar goes limp in his hold. He takes a few ragged breaths to force himself to calm down. “It's not your fault Alex, at all. Sounds to me like it's a move to cover his own ass.” 

“Alex is out best chance-” 

“Bullshit! I just murdered my car!” 

The door to the office is thrown open and Oscar has no time to react to the fact Max and Daniel, his pack alpha and omega - respectively, got word of this. 

“Did we need to alert the entire grid, Alex?” 

Max openly, and without hesitation, growls at the team principal in question. Daniel hits him upside the head to get him to stop. “Where’s Logan at?”

“My driver doesn’t need anymore assistance, Daniel-” 

All of them (aside from Alex) Descend into a fit of threatening noises. “Really? Because heat inducers can fuck up anyone’s body on a normal dose. Trust me James, I’ve been in this scenario with my own team.”

Briefly, Oscar recalls Lando talking about McLaren trying to induce Daniel’s heat without his knowledge. Andrea is a much better team principal and He can vividly recall Lando near sobbing when they were assured that would never happen. 

“In Logan’s room.” 

“Great! Here’s what we’re going to do then.” 

George has to drag Alex away from the Office and back up to his room. The British Omega throws a middle finger at James before he’s out of sight completely. Max is staying with James until things get sorted out. Which - unfortunately since the laws are so unfair - will mean James gets away scot free. Daniel says he’s going to be subjected to a lecture first. The rest of them head back to Logan’s room with the intent on getting out of the building. 

“Should I call Andrea and Zak?” Oscar looks desperately at Daniel for instructions. He’s never had to leave so suddenly and has no clue if there is a protocol for these things or not. 

“No worries, I took care of it. We just need to get them out of the paddock.” the older Aussie pats his shoulder reassuringly. “I’m assuming the four of you aren’t prepared at all?” 

Oscar shakes his head. “We all synched just last month.” 

“Anything you need then? I can send George and Alex on errands. Actually, I’m hoping for that seeing as Alex is desperate to help.” 

“I hope he sees that this isn’t his fault.”

“He’ll come around, I hope you know it’s not your fault either.” 

And here Oscar thought he was hiding it so well. He tries to shake it off, play his own insecurities down. “I’m-”

“Relax mate, Max felt guilty for weeks.”

“But it’s my job to protect them-” The voice crack was unnecessary and completely screwed him over in terms of hiding whatever feeling he had buried.

Daniel turns to face him right outside the door. “You can’t change the past, Oscar. You were never going to be able to stop this from happening. What you can do is help them now because they need you.” 

Oscar nods with newfound determination, and opens the door.

She certainly wouldn’t say it was her greatest decision, definitely one of the easier ones in the moment. She’d downed the drink without a hesitation. 

They’d attempted a nest. Tried to make the room comfortable. The amount of drugs in their systems was not making it easy. Instead opting to throw everything on the floor and try to sleep before they can’t. 

They’d stripped down to undergarments within the last few minutes. The heat steadily building and becoming too much. Still, she lays plastered against Logans body; his scent intoxicating. 

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” He noses at her neck, teeth nipping at the three scars lining her collar bone. 

“Wanted to help, Lo.” She feels like crying. The odd lack of connection bombarded her after James used his stupid voice. “Wanted you to race.” 

The door squeaks open sometime later. After a nap and the first round of what will probably be many. She peaks her head out from around Logan who’s gone defensive from the new intrusion. Only - Liam peaks his head inside and Lando follows before shutting the door again. She whimpers and tries to claw her way to Liam, but is pushed back gently by Lando. 

“He’s grabbing a few things.” She can see him trying to smile gently at her. 

Liam ends up between them, his own shirt off and one of Oscar’s sweatshirts in hand. She makes herself as small as possible to curl up into his side. “Do you two need anything specific right now.” 

“Where’s Osc?” Logan beats her to the question. 

“Talking with James, I believe.” 

The whines are involuntary. That part of her brain still fighting for its life wants to know why he’s not here right now. The overthinking side is claiming it’s because she’s undesirable now. “Does he still want us?” 

Liam coos at her, as does Logan and Lando. “You'll never not be undesirable.” 

“But what about James?”

“What do you mean?” She can feel Liams muscles tense underneath her. She shrinks in an attempt to hide from the new angry scent permeating the room. 

Thankfully, Logan takes over for her. “He used his voice on us. He wanted to give me inducers…” 

She, despite the struggle, rolls herself over Liam and into Logan's lap. “Not your fault.”

“I know-” his desperate whine nearly kills her. And Liam - by the looks of it. He's restraining himself if the way his jaw is tensing is any indicator. 

“Lando, would you mind possibly grabbing mine and Oscar's stuff so we don't have to leave here again if possible?” It's not fair really, that Liam can be bossy and she finds it attractive.  Oscar is also bossy, but he’s the gentle bossy and Logan isn’t bossy at all. Wow - her stupid hormones have her drooling over this and she doesn’t even know what this is. 

Liam makes up a list for Lando and the Brit runs off to collect the items. She wonders how long Oscar is going to be and if the ache in between her legs will let up until they can leave. 

It’s the only thing on her mind. It’s also now all over her thighs. An unfortunate circumstance where there are no towels on the ground. At this rate she might die if she can’t do something about these feelings and the longer she waits the more desperate she becomes. 

“Do you need something, darling?” Her hazy mind decides that now is a great time to register that she’s grinding into Liam's leg. She doesn’t stop though. If anything - she can’t, because he has a hand on her hip urging her to continue. “Only one of me at the moment, is this okay for now?” She makes a weak sound and makes a mess of herself and Liam’s poor thigh. Not like Logan is doing any better. They both smell good like this. 

She has no idea how much time passes, the endless amount of work she’s having to do finally wears her out enough to relax for the time being. 

“I guess I should’ve stripped all the way, huh?” She’s too tired to be embarrassed about Liam’s teasing comments. She barely even notices Liam attempting to clean her up. Her mind is too far gone. Enough that her and Logan are both ready to go again after a few measly minutes.

They don't get very far, instead scrambling under whatever is available as the door swings open. Liam is hissing at the intruder, only to see Oscar and Lando poke their heads inside. 

“Hey Daniel, I think maybe we’ll stay here for the time being and then when the traffic of the paddock dies down we can try and leave.” 

Daniel also slips into their space. She makes a lunge for either of the two Australians. Oscar is quick to react to her movements and get her to stay put underneath the little amount of covering she has. 

Lando drops the bags of stuff he was holding and tries to smile at them before he leaves. Unfortunately, his sad scent gives away his true feelings. She wonders if he knows the full story now since Oscar definitely does. 

It’s just her, her mates, and Daniel now. The pack Omega is hovering by the door and is clearly ready to leave them to their own devices. “Keep in mind that reactions to heat inducers are unpredictable but fast. You’ll only be in “heat” for about a day. Then you’ll just be sick, but we’ll take it as it comes.” 

Daniel reminds Oscar to text him if they need anything and then leaves them alone. Which - she likes Daniel, but being able to jump the bones of her mates sounds all too appealing. 

“James?” Logan looks pleadingly at Oscars for some kind of reassurance. 

“Is going to get an earful from Max and Daniel. Aside from that, he will probably get a slap on the wrist. Alex is ready to kill him though, if that’s what you wanted.”

The three of them find humor despite the nature of the situation. It’s why she loves them so much. The way she can feel safe and taken care of, but still be herself and laugh and give into her own desires. 

Oscar loses his own clothes. The fireproofs he was wearing around his waist come off in record time. 

“You're still going to race, right Osc?”

“We’ll see-” Oscar nearly jumps when the three of them whine and pout in unison. “I take it that you want me to race?” 

“We’ll make do without you.” 

“Hey!-”

“Liam is good for something after all!” Logan wheezes in laughter. Only for Liam to grumble and decide enough is enough. He takes Logan by the hips and slams right into him. 

She looks between the two of them and Oscar. She leans up to his ear, fully intent on whispering to him but gets a little distracted by his scent while shifting around.

“Need something?” 

Finally, she surrenders herself to the haze knowing she has all her mates with her. “Just you three.” 

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Arachnophilia: (Part Thirty-one)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

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Content/CW: Mig is rutting, resolved sexual tension, web bondage, web knotting, copious sexual fluids, oral sex, pinv sex, tongue play, hormone scenting.

Mig padded his way through the HQ in a slight daze. He was distracted, so much so that he was continuously bumping into other spiders who fell beneath his enormous abdomen. He’d stop and apologize profusely every time, but nobody ever stopped long enough to receive it.

He watched them all scurry away with hands nervously clasped to his chest. Was he really still that scary to people, even here?

He glanced down at his furry body and his long legs. He was so used to being stuck in the lab with you and Miguel that he’d forgotten how the world really felt about him. You never looked at him with such fear. It was hard, to return back to his old self-loathing like that. He sighed and continued in his search for you.

It was inevitable that his mind would drift again, though. There was too much to parse through. He had half his mind fixated on you, but the other half remained fixated on Miguel.

He couldn’t stop thinking about their conversation.

Were they really cursed? He didn’t want to believe Miguel really put any stake in such supernatural nonsense. They had their differences, yes, but despite Miguel’s claims to the contrary, they were incredibly similar overall. They were scientific men. Maybe they harbored a few sentimental traditions, but overall, they valued cold, methodical facts over anything else.

So why did Miguel look like that when he talked about fate? About loss?

Miguel always looked… haunted, at least to Mig. There was no other way to say it. He embodied a kind of eerie, otherworldly loss, one that was oddly familiar. It was the kind of feeling Mig used to get when he wandered too deep into the woods at dusk.

He remembered it so vividly. It was back before he met you, and was left to fill his empty, lonely days with any kind of distraction. It was the feeling one gets when they pause and look back through the trees after walking aimlessly for hours, when you realize for the first time just how alone you are.

The emptiness, the otherworldly quiet, a place where you could lie down and die never to be seen again.

It would make the hair on his abdomen stand on end. It was the kind of place that made you feel like you weren’t wanted, like you’d gone somewhere never meant to be seen. It was a place where only spirits dwelled, and as a living man he didn’t belong.

In those times he’d always hurry back to his own den as fast as he could, and he would never, ever, look back.

And somehow, he saw that exact eeriness in Miguel. He saw it in his eyes when they narrowed, when the red glow obfuscated any humanizing features.

But Miguel wasn’t the woods. He wasn’t dead. He’d pause, and shake his head, and Mig would see the humanity come back to him. That anger, that jealousy, that love, all those little things Mig understood.

Mig didn’t know what Miguel had seen, but it hung over him, even now. Maybe it always would. Maybe it would come for him too…

Mig let out another sigh as he narrowly avoided bumping into another spider on the way down to the lobby. He was so torn. He was still nervous about trusting Miguel, especially with such important work. That eeriness… It put him on edge. He’d been helpful so far, but after all he’d done, it was hard to put that aside and entrust him with his future.

But he was also too close to Miguel now to distrust him fully, either. They had a connection that perhaps did border on something supernatural. No matter what happened, there was a layer of understanding between them that no one else could ever match. A rivalry, a hatred, and an affection too, one that went beyond normal relationships.

They weren’t family. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, really. They weren’t even just clones or copies of each other.

They were each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They were each other’s failures. They were each other’s dreams and desires. A two-sided coin, a mirror, a split atom.

Mig slowly padded to a stop in the centre of the lobby, with the warm autumn sun streaming in across his back from the big glass doors at the front. He rustled as the heat permeated his fur. For just a moment, it shook him from his melancholy.

He turned and glanced out at the late afternoon sky, admiring the shimmer of the skyscrapers towering toward the sky and the warm auburn sheet of leaves coating the street. He could see them shifting, dancing, and knew that there must be a cool wind blowing to offset the hot sun.

Mig still hadn’t left the HQ. Never, not once, even in all the months he’d been here. He’d always been far too afraid to see the outside world, to risk scaring any civilians. Miguel had initially forbidden it out of what he assumed was spite, but the more Mig got to know him, the more he understood that it was for their own good.

If even the spiders here were afraid of him, what would civilians think? If they panicked, they could get hurt too.

He told you and everyone else that he was fine with it, but… It did make him a little sad. It was hard to accept that he would never integrate into society properly. It was hard to imagine that life for you. Would you be happy like that?

Mig paused when he suddenly remembered what he was meant to be doing.

Right. Where had you gotten off too?

He’d been absently wandering the HQ for a while now, and he hadn’t bumped into you once. Even if his mind was distracted he’d have surely picked up your scent or your silhouette. He could never forget it.

He turned a wide circle in the lobby, ignoring all the other spiders as they scuttled around him. Last he’d seen on the monitors you’d been down here. Had you moved elsewhere?

He pulled up his little watch to try and call you when something outside the main doors caught his eye.

A group of civilians were gathered on the grounds outside the HQ, forming a sort of semi-circle around one individual. He turned, his head tilted curiously. Was it another touring group? Miguel always complained about something called ‘community outreach’, where civilians were allowed in to see and learn about the HQ, so maybe it was that. Perhaps they were just admiring the decorations.

But then one of the men moved, and he bristled so hard he nearly turned to stone.

That was you.

He saw just a glimpse of your face, but that was enough. You were hunched awkwardly and struggling to answer questions with the civilians crowding you from all angles. A huddle of men smiling. A huddle of males too close to his mate.

Mig couldn’t help it. He started to growl low in his throat, a sound that began gradually building in both intensity and vibration. It was a scary enough sound to cause more than one spider lingering in the lobby to scurry away.

No, no. Calm down. They can handle themselves, Mig frantically told himself. They’re fine. It’s fine.

He saw another glimpse of your eyes as a man moved closer to you. They were laughing. Looks like they were fans, something most spiders at the HQ had to contend with. It shouldn’t have been a problem… But they were near you. They were breathing your air. Males. Rivals.

His feet began to tap as he saw a glimpse of your face. He wasn’t supposed to go outside. He couldn’t risk putting anyone in danger. But this… This didn’t feel right. It just didn’t.

He squirmed on the spot, getting more and more visibly uncomfortable.

No. No. Just stay. They’ll come back in soon.

Mig began to tap impatiently. He could almost smell their musk from here, the smell of some tiny male encroaching on his territory.

No. No, they weren’t territory. They weren’t property.

Another man laughed and went to touch your waist, and his body tensed so hard it hurt.

Stop. Stop. Get away from them! They’re mine…

You raised a hand and stepped away, trying to excuse yourself. The man moved closer.

Mig snarled out loud.

Mine. MINE. MINE. THEY ARE MY PROPERTY. THEY ARE MY PREY!

He bristled, his fur slowly rising to stand on end. A deep, burning heat started to permeate his chest and face. He couldn’t see it, but his eyes were burning a dangerous red. His abdomen rustled like a rattlesnake, and his claws extended. His instincts were in full effect.

You looked uncomfortable. That would not do. That would NEVER do.

With a low hiss he ran forward. He didn’t care about his appearance anymore.

He wanted his mate. NOW.

The civilians were facing away from Mig, so even as he pushed the door aside they didn’t immediately turn. He managed to hear a few snippets of their comments through the pounding, pulsing blood in his ears.

‘We’ve never seen you out before! Are you a new one of those uh, spider people in there?’

‘Aha, uh- yeah, I guess’ you stammered.

‘Wow! Look at you, ain’t that neat.’

‘They’re a verified hero!’

‘Can you show us some web action, little guy?’

‘Ah, no—’

‘Did you make the costume yourself?’

‘Aha, yeah, I uh—’

‘It’s super cute, so small—’

‘YOU.’

The group shuddered to a halt as a cold, creeping darkness covered the entire group. Nearly five men were all at once obscured by Mig’s shadow, swallowed whole by his mere presence. They felt the hair on their napes stand up, and the crushing weight of fear rooting them to the spot.

Mig huffed like a horse, letting the hot air cover their head. His paws tapped rhythmically in an alien dance. It was otherworldly, yes, but they knew what it was. It was territorial to its core. A pure, primal declaration, that their souls recognized even if their eyes didn’t.

‘Step away.’

After a painfully long pause one of the men decided to turn. His jaw went slack and his eyes bulged, but no sound escaped him. He pulled on his friend's jacket until they, too, were forced to turn, and only then did a sound permeate that painful silence.

‘FUCKING HELL!’

All of the civilians fell aside as you turned to see what they were staring at. One of the men tried to pull you with him, as if to protect you from the monster, but Mig was faster.

‘Woah, Mig, hey— AGH!’

Mig bent grasped your neck. He pulled you by the nape until you were buried in the fur of his abdomen, and his little front paws had you tightly clasped. He didn’t even pause to see you: all he saw was red.

‘What the fuck is that?!’ one of the men cried. Mig hissed, visibly dripping venom.

‘Ah- I-It’s okay, this is my um- this is my partner’ you stammered out, though the group didn’t seem to hear it. They were too busy stumbling backward in horror.

‘Oh god—S-Should we call someone?!’ another man cried. You saw them glancing at the HQ as if praying for a different spider to come and trap the presumed beast now holding you close, and instinctively you bristled with both indignation and fear.

‘No, he—he’s fine’ you insisted. You turned and gently patted Mig’s chest, putting on a gentler voice. ‘Miggy, could you let me go, mi amor?’

‘No’ Mig growled. You felt his grip intensify, squeezing your ribs.

‘Guh- Mig! Come on, babe. I’m okay!’

‘You’re mine’ Mig seethed, his fangs briefly flashing down at you as his forelegs dug in. For a moment you were too shocked to speak.

‘Mig?’

One of the civilian men took a step forward. ‘Hey, ah- s-should we call someone—’

‘MINE’ Mig spat, visibly splattering venom across the floor in front of the men. ‘MINE! MY MATE!’

The man fell backward with a sharp cry. ‘Jesus christ!’

Mig rustled his abdomen as he stared the men down. You felt him dribbling venom onto your shoulders which he then began rubbing into your suit with his forelegs, smearing you with his scent marker. You shivered.

‘M-Mig—’

‘Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.’

He repeated each word with a vicious tap of his paws. Every time he tapped his claws extended, clicking on the concrete, and with every tap the men flinched.

‘Mig, would you just- calm, babe, calm! I’m okay!’

‘Mine—’

‘Mig! I said—gentle, please!’

‘MINE, MINE—’

‘MIG!’

‘MINE—’

‘MIG O’HARA.’

Your sharp snap and the echoed release of his full name instantly spiked Mig’s instincts, and he softened like a puppy. He sank down to the floor, lowering and lowering until his furry abdominal belly was squished against the concrete. He peered up at you with his big, red eyes, still blurry and glowing with hormone-induced rage, and he panted.

His mate had spoken with authority, and he had to obey.

‘Arañita—’

‘Don’t you ‘arañita’ me, you swine! What the hell was that about?’ you replied sharply. Mig whined, shuffling like a man on his knees.

‘Arañita… Lo siento mucho, mi amor.’ He whispered those sweet words as he nuzzled his face into your belly, swelling at the scent you gave off. His forelegs remained wrapped around your waist, holding firm but not tight.

‘Mi arañita… Mi amor, mi amor…’

You huffed with relief and awkwardly patted his head. ‘Mig, my goodness, you’re just the most sometimes, aren’t you… See? He’s not scary—’

You turned only to realize the civilians you were addressing had long run for their lives. It was just you and Mig in the HQ courtyard now, with a handful of civilians standing off to the side and watching you with morbid curiosity.

You felt that familiar bristle up your spine at the way they were acting. For a moment you almost felt annoyed at Mig for making such a big fuss, but it wasn’t his fault. That annoyance was quickly followed by guilt. He was just trying to take care of you.

‘Oh Mig…’ you sighed. Slowly you turned around and patted his chest, urging him to stand up again. He did as bid. You watched him rise to his full magnificence without ever once losing his grip on your body.

‘Ah… Arañita, I-I couldn’t stand the way they looked at you—’

‘I know. I know. It’s okay.’

‘They were touching you—’

‘I know! And I appreciate—’

‘Esos pendejos—’

‘Mig! I know. I know’ you insisted again, and this time you gently patted his abdomen. You saw the dark, aggressive glow begin to drain from his eyes, and after a few shakes of his head it was nearly all gone. You patted him again to try and draw his gaze down.

‘I know. It’s okay. Just- I’d rather not deal with you ignoring me, okay? I could handle myself. See? I’m fine.’

Mig slowly turned down to look at you, hoping it would soothe his instincts to see you safe against his chest.

But he froze. He finally got a good look at your body without the red mist of rage obscuring his view, and he froze from the tips of his paws to the top of his head.

You were wearing your Halloween costume.

A moth. A cute little moth costume.

While most of you was covered in spandex, you were wearing fluffy tights that got thicker the higher up your thighs they went, with a fluffy grey bodice to match and fake, fragile wings at your back. Your makeup was only half done, but it also helped to seal the effect, with soft grey and white paint around your eyes to make them appear bigger.  

A soft, cute, fluffy moth. A spider’s natural prey, Mig thought, while licking his upper lip. How delicious…

‘Ah… Mig?’ you queried after a few moments of silence. You snapped your fingers in front of his face before following his line of sight, and realizing quite sheepishly what he was staring at.

‘OH! Oh, ah- sorry, goodness. I wanted to surprise you, with my Halloween costume. I thought, since we can’t really do one for you, this would uh… this would be cute. Like a, funny couple's costume’ you quickly stammered, putting on a smile as you bowed in your little fit. Mig just gaped.

It was cute. So cute.

And it was driving Mig MAD.

He was used to being aroused by you. Your scent, your heat, your pretty smile and the cute way you bit your lip when he got too close. He just had to think of you all hot and bothered, embarrassed by how he bulged your cute belly, how he’d squeezed the fat to feel it, and he was lost.

It wasn’t hard for you to arousal him. But this, this was something new.

In that cute little outfit, framed and helpless, he felt something wholly unfamiliar to him. You aroused his prey drive.

He could feel his stomach almost growling, compelling him to act. He wanted to tie you up, he wanted to chase you, he wanted to feel you in his mouth. But that hunger was merging with his arousal. He knew that it was still you, his mate, his love, and in the confusion his desires were merging and melting like lava ready to overflow.

His spider brain wanted to web you up, and so did his loins. His spider brain wanted to taste you, and so did his gently throbbing cock, still just barely concealed behind his abdomen.

He was fighting with the last scrap of his rational mind to stay calm, to stay in control, to not give in and plug you full of eggs—

He grunted at the thought and shook his head. No, no, he couldn’t think about that. Not out here. He couldn’t get rock-hard standing on the damn street.

But he also couldn’t do nothing. All that frustration from not cumming earlier had come back to haunt him. Oh god, he couldn’t stop.

‘Mig?’

You spoke his name again and leaned up on your tiptoes to slap in his face. Mig growled, and slowly his eyes turned to your face.

‘Mig? Are you…’

Your voice faltered beneath his stare. You knew that look too well.

‘Mi arañita…’

His voice was husky and dark as it slipped from his full lips, perfectly accented and rich with meaning. He took a step forward and watched you fall backward. Perfect.

‘You… Smell, like, them’ he said, punctuating each word with a rolling hiss and a sing-song affect. Another step forward, another step back.

‘Mig, you—’

‘I don’t like that’ he whispered, cutting you off. ‘I don’t like that, arañita.’

You stepped back and this time your back hit a wall, drawing your escape to a halt. You panted softly, feeling your chest heave and your heart thunder, both in your chest and your pants. Mig purred as he cut you off.

‘You should smell like me’ he purred. You felt your loins throb again and visibly bit down a soft whine.

‘Mig…’

‘Arañita’ he whispered, deliberately rolling the r as hard as he could, ‘I must hunt you now.’

Your eyes widened unintentionally, a sight that was utterly delicious to him. His abdomen rustled with delight, and you could almost taste the smell of rut sweating off of him like dew beneath a summer sun.

In a foolish moment of weakness, you turned and glanced back at the city. You could see the civilians crowding, their morbidly curious eyes peering at this overt display. You felt your heart thundering.

‘Mig? Are you—AGH! MIG WHAT THE- FUCK?!’

You squeaked as Mig grasped you by the nape and began dragging you back to the HQ like prey. He was scuttling like an animal, legs lowered and abdomen shaking, his body close enough to the ground that your feet dragged and pulled on the floor as he took you away.

‘MIG! GOD DAMN IT—’

You watched those same civilians ogling in horror, clearly confused by this display. They must have assumed they were watching a noble member of the spider society wrestle some other-worldly monster.

Little did they know they were unintentionally watching the first half of a very messy mating ritual. You flushed at the thought.

Mig pulled you back through the lobby entrance and continued to pull all the way across the marble floor, all while the other spiders looked on. If any of them got close he shot them the most murderous of looks, with eyes so red that his dilated pupil was eclipsed by the glow, and that sent all of them running.

No one was going to help you. Not that you particularly wanted them too…

You felt his breath as he huffed against your nape, his enormous teeth sunk deep into the thick skin. His venom was thankfully numbing the worst of the pain, but not entirely. There was a dull, sharp, pleasurable sting where he’d bitten into your hide, and a tingling where his venom was messing with your senses.

He was panting like a madman, huffing like he’d run a marathon.

He was rutting, frustrated, and now overwhelmed with the coalescing heat of his instincts as a spider and his desires as a man. His prey drive snapped at his arousal, his need to impregnate curled around his hunger like a snake. Did he want to eat you? Did he want to fuck you? It was perhaps one, the other, and both at the same time.

He would devour you whole, that much was for sure.

He’d make sure you smelled like him. He’d make sure you were scented.

Mig dragged you through the lobby and into one of the empty closets you sometimes used for messing around in secret, though this time he wasn’t trying to be discreet. He made everyone very aware of his intentions.

He ripped the door open with his back paws and dragged your grunting, squirming body inside, and then made sure to web the closet door shut behind you. There was no getting out.

 ‘Mig! You—MM!’

His lips collided with yours, aggressively smothering your mouth with enough force to pry it open. His tongue slipped inside and began eagerly licking at your own tongue, massaging your gums and teeth as if driven by some ancient, primitive desire to milk venom from your non-existent fangs.

You groaned and grabbed at his hair, drawing him deeper. You could taste the slightly bitter sting of his venom on his tongue, mixed with the faint lingering taste of the empanada you got him earlier.

‘Mmm—’

With a low groan he fell to the floor, pinning you to the ground with his human arms while his paws tapped with excitement. His moans vibrated from his lips to yours, leaving you tingling and hot, and soon you were both wet with saliva.

‘Mig—mm, mm—Mig, you—’

Mig tried to focus on the kiss, but his instincts were taking over. He couldn’t stand it. He was physically shaking by the time he broke the kiss, and he could hold it back no longer. While you were still panting for air he grabbed your body and turned you onto your belly.

‘Mine’ he hissed, ‘mine.’

‘Mm—O-Okay, damn it, just— be careful’ you squeaked, assuming quite rightly that he just wanted to rut out his frustrations in the closet. ‘I don’t want to get caught aga—’

Your voice was again silenced by the feel of something sticky and tepid coating your skin over the suit. You shivered.

‘M-Mig?’

Mig didn’t respond. He was busy straining silky web against your back, strands so thick that you couldn’t hope to free yourself. All you could do was feel his weight at your spine, the hot huff of breath and the desperate, animal need permeating in his bristled fur. Your own frantic breath kept hitting your face in bursts as you panted against the concrete floor.

Only once satisfied did Miguel pull back, but you weren’t free. Not yet. He hoisted your body until you were hung in the air, legs spread and arms bound to your back, now suspended by a thick web that covered the entire room from bottom to top.

You were the perfect height. The perfect height for him.

You watched Mig approach as your chest heaved, fixated on his burning red eyes. His expression dripped with depraved hunger.

‘M-Mig’ you whimpered, your own arousal slipping out. You were panting hard and leaking harder, your clit throbbing painfully as you strained against the webbing. You couldn’t help it; you loved the webs, loved his strength and the stench of his arousal.

Mig didn’t respond. He purred low in his throat and rustled as he approached, letting you admire his tense and rippling musculature. The way his shoulders rolled and popped, so broad they eclipsed your entire form, his rough abs heaving as he breathed.

He stopped about an inch from your body and paused for a painfully long time. You could feel his forelegs probing at the faux fur on your thighs, feeling about for what he craved so badly. Every time you shifted, his breathing got faster.

‘My prey’ he hissed.

His hunger swelled as he huffed at your neck. He could smell your pulse beating rapidly beneath the skin, the sweet smell of pumping blood that he could reach with just a single snap of his jaws. It made his mouth water.

But beneath it… Beneath it, he could smell slick. He smelled that your blood was hot, that your skin was beading with sweat like dew on grass. Every instinct in his body pulsed.

‘Arañita…’

He lowered himself as you squirmed, his head sliding down, down, with his nose lightly brushing your chest and belly, until it stopped right at the little nook of your pussy. He panted so hard that you could feel the heat through your suit.

‘Mmm! Mig—’

He breathed in hard and let his tongue loll out. Heavy drool coated your suit, leaving a warm, wet print in the shape of a heart right where your clit was. You felt the sensitive little bud throb and tingle. He breathed in again and repeated the licking motion, smearing over that heart until both his spit and your slick had created one notable, blurry patch of moisture.

‘Arañita… h-hah… qué rico.’

He rolled the ‘r’ so hard his tongue clicked, his voice heavy and gruff. Without waiting for a response he violently tore a hole into the crotch of your costume.

‘Mig! Ah- g-god damn it, that—’

Your momentary complaint as he destroyed your hard work was drowned out by a guttural moan. Mig buried his lips into the crook of your pussy lips and began to lick, hungrily sucking and sliding his hot, wet tongue over every fold.

It was all he could do to satisfy his urges. His hunger for you, his prey drive, his need to breed with you, his instincts as a male spider, he could do nothing but lap at your essence until full.

And you could do nothing but let him. You strained in the web as his tongue sent involuntary spasms up through your body, but every twitch caused the web to twang and snap you back into place. It was as tight as if his own hands were holding you in place, rendering you helpless to his ravenous tongue.

But god, you couldn’t fight it even if you tried. The wetness, the warmth, the intelligent curling of muscle as he flicked his tongue at your clit, and the tender sucking of his lips, it was unbearable. You lulled in the web and groaned, much to Mig’s delight.

Every so often his teeth flexed, allowing his fangs to brush the soft, velvety flesh, but he’d draw himself back right at the last second. He couldn’t hurt you, but he was just so hungry. So frustrated.

He allowed his mouth to cover your entire pussy in one hungry movement, groaning as he sucked.

Predictably, you didn’t last long. Not like this.

With a violent groan your back arched and you orgasmed on his tongue, your body shaking in its entirety as the pleasure of your climax gripped and twisted you like a doll. Mig tasted every second of it. He even snuck his tongue up into your cunt to get a taste of the sweet, flowing slick, and you could do nothing but whine as he lapped that warm appendage at your flesh.

‘F-Fuck, Mig… hah… ah… f-fuck…’

Mig rose back up and wiped his jaw, smearing the glistening wetness across the skin with one hand while he fondled his abdomen with the other.

You watched with wide, slightly dazed eyes as he helped the slit in his abdomen widen. He used two fingers to stroke the tip of his phallus, as if gently and manually easing it out. You’d only seen him touch himself a few times, and for a moment you were almost confused why he’d do so now. He seemed too animalistically hazed to want to jerk off in front of you.

But as he worked you quickly realized the reason for the sudden shift. He was utterly engorged, his plush cock swollen to the point it looked even larger than usual, and he had to help it out. With each throbbing inch that emerged you squeaked.

The second it stood to full erection he moved towards you. Your legs were already spread, your costume torn and dripping with that sweet slither of moist flesh on display. All he had to do was bend his spider legs and adjust his height to slip in.

You panted hard, watching him sink down.

‘M-Mig… ah… y-yeah…’

Your arousal permeated the air, drawing him towards you like a moth to flame. His abdomen rustled, and his cock visibly pulsed a little bead of pre-cum. He was breathing in your scent.

‘T-That’s it… c-come on…’

You squirmed in the web as he mounted you, shifting down between your legs. He steadied himself with both human hands on your thighs and two of his spider legs raised to the walls on either side of the closet, with his claws extended to anchor his body.

He purred against your face, letting you scent yourself on his breath, and with a soft hiss he moved in. You felt that familiar plush cock nudging your cunt, smearing itself with your slick. It circled a few times, testing, teasing, and then slowly began to inch itself upward.

As always, your breath caught.

You were visibly winded as he pushed his member inside, followed by the rest of his unusual shaft. You felt your muscle memory kicking in as your cunt stretched and quivered to accommodate his size. There was a growing pressure as the warm phallus slid up and eased you open, with just a twinge of an ache where your body teetered on the edge of being pushed too far, but Mig walked that line well.

‘Shh, shh, arañita… Mi arañita… gently now, just relax. Feel it. Feel me inside you. Let it slide up—that’s it, that’s it—’

He crooned so sweetly as he split you open.

‘Mi arañita… You’re so cute when you wince like that. That’s it, open up for me. Just a little more…’

Mig bottomed out with a soft grunt, and there he stayed, soaking inside you. He let you shift and clench until you were comfortable, with his lips in your hair and his calloused fingers petting your thighs in a soothing manner.

‘Good. Good, good arañita. Mi tesoro, mi amor, eres tan buena/o para mi.’

With a soft purr, he began to throb. He didn’t move his hips or his abdomen, but his cock began to pulse inside you regardless. You felt each pulse like a heartbeat, rising from his body and right up to the tip of your cervix. Every single one made you groan.

Mig watched with unblinking focus. He watched you squirm, watched you pant and groan and curl your toes. His breathing got heavier, to the point that it steamed between his fangs.

With a soft hiss he grasped your hips and held you steady. Then, and only then, did he begin to buck.

He moved slowly at first, letting his plush cock slide out to the tip before inching it back in. Part of him wanted to relish the wet squelch, the cute way your legs involuntarily kicked as the smooth veins stroked over your internal g-spot, but he very quickly grew agitated with his own teasing.

Mig hissed again. After just two or three slow pumps to help you adjust, he pushed in deep, and before you could even release a grunt of shock at the abrupt penetration he’d started rapidly pumping back and forth.

This time, he didn’t want to thrust. He didn’t want to slide in and out. He kept as much of his cock buried in your cunt as he feasibly could, right up to where the muscle grew tight and ached a little where he pressed it, and he committed to small, sharp, rapid squishing.

All you could see was his warm, furry abdomen right between your legs, and the slight bulge of his cock moving quickly inside you. It was so damn tight. The thickness, the warmth, the veins pulsing on your inner muscle, and the sight of that monstrous spider body rubbing up against you so eagerly…

The sight made you slightly faint.

‘A-Ah… M-Mig, ah—’

You groaned as his abdominal fur pushed your lips apart, allowing his firm skin to start stimulating your swollen clit while he moved. Your eyes rolled and you spasmed in the web, but Mig didn’t slow his pace.

He had an almost stern expression as he moved. He had his eyes fixed on you, watching your breathless panting and weak whines as he pulsated inside you. They were determined, firm, but tender too. He cupped the back of your head with one hand as his front legs reared up, giving him easier access to rut.

‘Mm—mm—mm—mm—’

Mig grunted with each careful pump, the gruff sound forming an erratic rhythm alongside your moans. You were lulled by the familiar sound of wet, lewd squishing and tapping paws.

‘Mm… Mm… Mmm…’

His eyes rolled and he released one single, sweet moan of arousal. His lips parted, and he began to pant.

‘Ah… so, tight… so warm… my eggs will do well in here.’

He picked up the pace and you both moaned in unison. You couldn’t help but indulge his fetish for breeding, especially in this position. The web strained as you squirmed, releasing a noise like squeaking leather. It held firm, holding you in place for his use.

‘Mm… smell so, fertile… you’ll be swollen soon… Swollen with me… with my offspring…’

You felt something warm and furry sliding around your inner thighs, probing intelligently at the skin. You realized pretty quickly that it was his forelegs, but, why?

Through the haze of pleasure you felt the pedipalps in his forelegs sliding down to join his cock. They pressed almost curiously, as if feeling for your entrance, their fur becoming sticky and matted with slick as they felt for their purpose.

It didn’t take long for them to find it.

As the thick appendages found where his shaft had entered you, they rooted themselves into place at the top and bottom of your already penetrated entrance. You could feel the muscles shifting beneath the fur, as if they were readying something.

‘M-Mig’ you panted between moans, ‘w-what are you—’

‘Mating’ he hissed back, cutting you off with an especially sharp thrust. ‘N-Need you, plugged.’

He was getting faster, rougher, his claws digging into your flesh. He pounded into you with ferocious power, sweat flying from his brow as he turned your hip bones numb.

‘Mine—mine—mine—’

He pumped away erratically until you screamed, his lips drawn back into a hiss.

‘Gh- mm, MM, M—’

He pulsed hard, rutting your body until the web nearly snapped, and then—

He paused. He paused, still utterly buried in your cunt, and then he orgasmed in a way you’d never seen him do before.

He tensed, shuddered, and aggressively pulsed one thick, single flow of cum inside you. Your eyes widened; you felt the pulse like a heartbeat, just like before, as the veins swelled and then released. It was almost painfully tender.

But there was more to come with it. At the same time as he ejaculated, his pedipalps squirted a line of silk that fed up into your cunt alongside his shaft, sealing the semen in place.

He was knotting. He was knotting himself with his webbing, keeping you locked together.

Another shudder, another pulse, another rope of cum.

Another shudder, another pulse, another rope of cum.

Mig let out a deep, contented sigh, and rested his chin on your forehead. There he continued gently rutting, slowly pulsing each spurt of hot seed into the already cramped confines of your pussy, allowing the webbing to stick it in place.

He’d do a little shiver of pleasure every so often, as if he were feeling a micro-orgasm with each pulse and shot, and you jolted in turn as each time his vein would throb and nudge at your g-spot.

He continued this for about ten rounds before finally slumping, his body utterly drained.

He pulled out slowly, ensuring that his webbing was being fed through to seal off each spot he left behind. When he finally slipped the last inch of his cock out you were sealed off completely, left with the heavy, warm weight of his ejaculate package trapped inside you.

‘Mm… T-That’s better’ he murmured dreamily. ‘M-Much better… Ah… A-Arañita…’

Mig shuddered out your nickname with a heady gasp. He could feel his body slowly draining, as if his rut were melting and dripping off of his fur onto the floor. All eight of his legs buckled and trembled at the knee.

‘Mm… Nhggh..’

He collapsed, and with him went your body. He ripped you from the web and held you to his chest as you both panted for air. Mig was drained, and you were totally and completely stuffed. Every inch you moved made you aware of the webbing, thick and sticky and warm, alongside the heavy, sloshing seed he’d squished against your cervix. Whenever your muscles quivered, you felt it move. You whimpered.

‘Ah… Mi tesoro…’ Mig moaned softly and nuzzled your forehead. You sleepily nuzzled him back, the two of you lazily bashing foreheads and noses like two cats in a basket.

‘Mig…’

Your eyes fluttered open, as did his, and you locked gazes. Mig’s face softened instantly. He slowly smiled, as did you, and you let the same sigh in unison.

‘Ah… I-I’m sorry, arañita’ Mig panted, ‘I… Ah- I went, I really… S-Something, just…’

‘You’re okay’ you replied, speaking in the same breathy tones. ‘You’re okay, Mig. F-Fuck, that was amazing…’

‘I’m, happy to hear that, arañita, but… Dios Mio, I-I’ve never felt it that strongly.’

‘What? N-No, no… I wouldn’t say that’ you said, breathlessly laughing. ‘You’ve gone just as crazy before.’

‘N-No, not… R-Really?’ He opened his eyes and peered down at you. His mouth was still agape, gently panting like an overheated dog.

‘Yeah. Remember the uh… ah, the um- when you smelled that pollen?’ you replied. ‘You came in me like, 100 times? At least? It got everywhere?’

His cheeks turned a soft auburn color at the memory. ‘… Yes. I suppose you’re right’ he murmured. ‘I suppose I have, always been quite… Animalistic.’

A brief silence followed, one that wound on right to the point of creating tension. You could sense something was weighing on his mind in that post-cum moment of clarity, but he shook it aside. Without saying a word he pulled you into a tight cuddle and closed his eyes.

For a while you just cuddled together in that empty closet, allowing your bodies to relax and your hearts to start beating more regularly. The silence was comfortable, for a while at least, until you started to notice something was off. His heart slowed but then began to beat irregularly, as if panicked, and his arms began to tense around you.

You tried to wait it out, feeling that it wasn’t your place to pry, but eventually Mig broke the silence for you.

‘I… I’m sorry’ Mig whispered.

‘For what?’

Mig didn’t respond, and your shoulders slumped. His eyes were narrowed as if in pain.

When all was said and done, now that the fun was over, the dreamy haze of your coupling had left nothing but a plugged mate and a room full of webs.

An animal indeed. His mind began taking him back, reminding him of what he’d done. He’d dragged you in here, in front of everyone. In front of civilians. Surely that would spread throughout the entire city.

A monster… A monster…

The post-cum depression hit hard. He felt the sudden weight of your relationship on his shoulders.

He loved you, dearly, and he wanted you so much it hurt, but… He couldn’t stop thinking about his hesitation at the entrance of the HQ. His hesitation, fuelled by the knowledge that he didn’t belong out there. The way those men had stared at him, the way all those civilians had stared in horror. He’d felt it, even in the depths of his rage.

They weren’t like him.

They didn’t fly into possessive fits of hormonal possessiveness. They didn’t feel a prey drive that got muddled with their sexual frustration. They didn’t think about fertilizing eggs. They didn’t rustle when they walked.

Most of all, though, they could walk beyond the confines of this building. They could go on coffee dates, or to the movies. They could shop for groceries. They could walk in the park. They could sit in a parking lot downing coffee that was far too hot, because they got sidetracked on their finite break between shifts. They could go impulse shopping after seeing a new recipe while idly scrolling their phone, half-naked in bed.

Mig scraped at the last remaining memories he had of being human. The people out there could do all of that, together. But you couldn’t. Not with him.

His world was the woods. His world was hunting, building, drawing water from the spring and heating up coffee over fire. It was idly watching the world go by from the safety of the trees.

His shoulders slumped. His world was rutting. He could make love to you as best he could, he could kiss you and bite you and lick you and watch your body tremble in the throughs of pleasure as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

But in the end, he would also just be mating you. He’d be pinning you down and smothering you in his scent to fulfill some primal, instinctual drive in his brain. He’d be plugging you with webs, knotting you, breeding you.

He loved you, but he’d always be him. He’d always be a spider.

‘I’m sorry, um… Ah, I’m sorry.’ Mig awkwardly shook his abdomen and wiped at his eyes. ‘I feel so dumb, I just—’

‘No, hey, it’s okay. Slowly. You can talk to me’ you whispered, tenderly taking his hand. Mig stiffened.

‘I’m sorry for acting like that’ he said softly. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I dragged you, in front of our colleagues, I bit you, and I—’

‘Hey, look, it… It was, spontaneous, yes, but… I mean I had fun’ you said, quickly trying to soothe him. Mig didn’t look soothed though; more than anything, he looked confused.

‘Those, people… They saw—’

‘Yeaaahh, they saw. I know. It’s not… ideal. But it… You know. Whether you gently held my hand in the park or ravaged me like, well, like you just did, they’d look the same’ you said with a shrug.

Again, he went quiet for a painfully long amount of time.

‘… You know, what I am’ Mig said, both a statement and a question. You nodded.

‘You won’t… want for more?’ Mig whispered.

‘Like, what, society?’ you replied, gently shifting deeper into his fur.

‘Yes… I suppose, in a broad sense’ Mig said, his eyes still fixed on the distant wall. ‘Won’t you miss the world as you once knew it? The world you came from? I accept my life now, because I have no choice, but you… You have a choice. You have friends, a-and family, and a place in the city and the world that I can’t… That I can’t, have.’

You watched Miguel as he spoke, but you didn’t even need to mull over your reply. You just snorted. ‘… Come on, Mig. Haven’t I already proven that I can accept that?’

Mig grunted, seemingly surprised by your response. His eyes rolled down to find you staring up at him with a small, slightly goofy smile on your face.

‘I know what you are, Miggy’ you said gently. ‘And I’ve put up a lot of fucking effort to protect it. So don’t turn on me now.’

‘… You have been, usually kind to me, yes’ he murmured slowly. ‘Kind in a way that, I still sometimes don’t understand.’

‘What? What do you mean, don’t understand?’

‘… How could you give up so much for me?’

Silence fell.

‘… Because I love you, dumbass’ you said, your voice wavering even as you tried to sound snarky.

Mig’s lip quivered. For all his bravado when in heat, he was a soft creature at heart, and even now he was so starved for affection that just those four simple words nearly broke his heart.

‘A-Arañita…’ he croaked.

You paused for a moment. ‘Yanno, Miguel asked me that question a while back’ you mused, which immediately made Mig bristle. He sniffed his softness aside, but he couldn’t stop his voice breaking as he spoke again.

‘Did he now… In, what way?’

‘Mhm. This was a while back, way before he apologized, but um… In a broad sense, he just said, why did I pick you? Why would I pick this, this uh… This ‘version’, so to speak, this life.’

Mig felt a shiver of discomfort go up his spine. His gut felt weird, tense and heavy, like he was on the verge of being sick. It wasn’t anything he didn’t already know, not really, and yet any reminder of that time and what Miguel had said about him still made him deeply anxious.

He thought of Miguel barely an inch from his own face, those dead red eyes and the well of emotion behind them. That earnest, pleading look. He felt the pit grow deeper.

‘I see’ Mig murmured. ‘What, did you say?’

Even if Mig kept an even tone you could tell how anxious he was. You felt his fur bristling, and you could hear his stomach grumbling from how badly the anxiety had stirred it up.

Without looking up you took his hand into your own. As you spoke, with each word, you rubbed over his knuckles.

‘I had a lot of things I wanted to say. That before you I was so lonely, and even if I was allowed into society I didn’t exactly feel a part of it. I didn’t feel wanted in it. The first time I felt a real connection with someone, was the day I went looking for help in the woods, and a giant spider offered to fix my watch for no reason but pure, unwavering kindness.’

Mig purred as he listened.

‘I wanted to say, I feel more at home in that hole in the dirt than I ever did in my empty apartment. I never had someone physically build a sewage system so I could cohabitate with them, I’ve never had someone knit me an entire bedspread to keep me warm. I’ve never had anyone take my hand and dance with me, just on a whim. I’ve never had someone chase off an entire gaggle of men because I looked vaguely uncomfortable.’

Mig let out a small grunt of amusement at the reminder. Bit by bit, his hand began to relax.

‘… I could have said a lot. I could have said you were honest, and kind, and gentle, in a way he wasn’t, in a way nobody else was. I could have said that most of the time, I don’t know why you are so kind to me, why you’d… Why you’d waste so much time on me.’

Mig opened his mouth to reply, instinctively driven to soothe you with reminders of how precious you were to him, but you paused his tirade with a single raised hand.

‘… But, in the end, I just uh… I just said the truth.’ You paused and glanced upward, your eyes twinkling in the dim light.

‘I said you’re hotter than him.’

Mig stared at you with unblinking focus for a few seconds, and then chuckled. It was a deep, husky sound, a gravelly vibration in his throat that echoed as it grew. He closed his eyes and smiled, his shoulders shifting as he laughed.

‘Mmhm. Is it wrong that knowing you told him such a thing brings me great joy?’ he asked between chuckles.

‘Nah. Not at all.’

You turned and nestled right up against Mig’s abdomen, and he cradled you in return. He lowered his human half so he could embrace you fully.

‘If we do achieve this… This, serum, that will allow you to stay with me, I will keep you’ Mig whispered into your ear. ‘I will keep you with me, always and forever. Mi tesoro. My beloved treasure.’

‘That’s what I’m counting on’ you whispered back.

‘I will keep you, always. I will do everything in my power to make you happy, but I will keep you.’

‘I know.’

‘I will keep you’ he whispered earnestly, his voice dripping with need as he nuzzled your neck. ‘I will keep you. I will mate you for life.’

‘You’re so dramatic sometimes, Mig.’

He purred, his lips tilting into a smile. You could feel him vibrating with contentment.  ‘I suppose so’ he murmured back, ‘but I mean every word of it.’

You smiled back at him. ‘Yeah… I know. I know. And I mean every word too. Just you and me, big guy. Just you and me.’

The embrace tightened on both ends, as Miguel squeezed you to his chest and nestled into your neck while you buried your face into his fur.

‘And perhaps, we could… Foster a few teeny, tiny spiderlings?’ he whispered. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

‘Mm, perhaps. Very strong perhaps.’

‘Mmm… okay. Perhaps’ he repeated in a gentle murmur. You could feel his abdomen shaking lightly as he purred. ‘I only ever want you to be comfortable, mi arañita. I hope you know that.’

‘I do. I know. I only want you to be happy too, Miggy.’

For a minute you clung to each other, safe in the isolation of that dour little closet, only to be jumpscared by a blaring intercom message.

‘HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! THE SOCIETY FESTIVITIES WILL BE STARTED IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE HEAD TO THE LOBBY FOR THE OPENING!’

Lyla’s pre-recorded voice flooded the little room, reminding you of where you were and what you were supposed to be doing.

‘Oh, shit, shit, the party—’

You jolted in Miguel’s arms and glanced down at your ripped costume. You didn’t even need to speak; Miguel instinctively pulled you closer and used his legs to web it shut, stitching the ripped crotch back together with silk.

It was painfully obvious that your crotch had been ripped open, but, what about this wasn’t already painfully obvious?

You leaped to your feet and brushed yourself off once he’d properly stitched you together. ‘Alright, come on. Fun times over, time to get back to work!’

You held out your hands, bidding Mig to get up. He blinked at you in confusion.

‘You, mean the… party?’ he grunted.

‘Yeah! The Halloween party. Come on, Mig will be pissed if he pressured him into hosting it only to flake out of actually being there.’

Your enthusiasm didn’t sway him immediately. He nervously tapped his paws, his eyes darting.

‘I… I-I don’t know, it—’

‘Come on!’ you insisted. ‘I’ll be with you. The whole way.’

Mig paused. He stared down at your outstretched hand as your words echoed in his head.

Just you and me, big guy. Just you and me.

Perhaps it would be a while before he truly believed that you loved him, that this was the life that was right for you. Perhaps it would be months, years, a decade even. Perhaps he’d never truly get over his insecurities. Perhaps, he’d always fear that he was leading you into a dangerous life.

But when you looked at him, with those adoring eyes and that outstretched hand, somehow he found the strength to put those fears aside.

After a few lingering moments of hesitation, he reached out and took your hand.

You couldn’t physically help him up, not with your size difference. It was purely symbolic, and right now, that was all that really mattered. Mig lifted himself with his spider legs while keeping a firm grasp on your hand

‘O-Okay, arañita. Let us… ah… party, I suppose.’ Next part!

[greeniegaes]

I’ve been thinking about omegaverse WangXian AU and I’m so not normal about it

Basically, WWX was always known as a beta by people around him, constantly hiding his scent and on such heavy suppressors he’d practically never have a heat. When the Wens take all of the young cultivators/clan heirs or whatever he no longer has access to that kind of stuff and it’s only so long before the medication’s effect goes away.

In the big carnivorous turtle cave he can feel his omega-ness slowly come back so he’s desperate to get out away from all the young alphas and betas he’s surrounded by. Things go as cannon and only him and LWJ are left in the cave and LWJ??? Well he’s not doing too well, neither of them are with their fevers, being stuck in a cave alone and pheromones- oh yea LWJ is in rut too lol

So they do their do in the cave, escaping out and then WWX runs off after making the other man swear he’s not gonna tell anyone that WWX is an omega.

During the attack on Lotus Pier WQ pulls WWX aside asking if he knows about the kit in his womb. WWX, freaking out about it swears her to secrecy. He’s been… kinda aware about it over the month or two that’s past, but just used his high level of cultivation to just keep it in a dormant state.

When he gives JC his core such a thing isn’t an option. He doesn’t want his child to live during a time of war so he promises himself to end the war against the Wens before his birth.

He levels up his demotic cultivation at way faster of a pace, easily out numbering any bad Wen troops, cutting off the supply lines, anything to get an advantage. His tactics are often called brutal, disgusting but most of the Sunshot doesn’t care because whoever is doing it is on their side.

Keeps following cannon but now LWJ has just a totally weird feeling in his gut all the time. He swears he can feel WWX’s emotions, the stress, the fear, the agony all of it. When he finally lays eyes on who he knows is WWX as the man takes down WC and he can’t help but feel relief. Relief that after nine months (WWX froze his pregnancy for like two months so he’s about eight and half along) he’s finally able to see the man he’s fallen in love with, that he spent a rut with while the man was in heat.

WWX doesn’t acknowledge him.

He doesn’t even really acknowledge JC, his little shidi who’s so excited to see him again. WWX remains quiet, a large cloak wrapped over his whole body

Instead of properly interacting with his friends he instead asks when their plan to attack the nightless city is (he has less then two months, and by god he wants peace of mind that his child won’t be born in a war). He lets them take him to the war camp, discussing with the leaders like LXC and NMJ to move the battle forward, saying that he can balance out the sides.

They agree and that’s that.

At the final battle WWX holds up the tiger sigil, controlling more undead then he ever has. He watches as the rest of the tyrannical Wens get torn apart, their army in ruins before NMJ takes their leader’s head. Some of them still fight, and in a blaze of glory WWX destroys the tiger sigil, creating a bright light that takes out more of the Wen’s army, any of the roaming undead and himself.

LWJ feels his blood go cold. He can’t feel WWX suddenly. He canthecanthecant.

Where did his omega go?

Back in Yiling WWX falls to the ground, any last remains of his power, spiritual or demonic finally shredded into pieces. WQ helps him recuperate, Wen Yuan at his bed side as he looks up.

It’s then and there WWX smiles as he promises himself a normal life, patting A-Yuan’s head and scenting him like he’s his own kit.

Two years later.

LWJ feels lost, constantly wandering around for something, any sign of WWX. He’s looking at hair ribbons in a market outside of Yiling, a beautiful red ribbon with lotuses embroidered in it. He jolts as he feels a hold on his leg, looking down curiously.

“Baba?” The little kid asks, no more then two years old. A six year old huffs as he goes over, bowing his head in apology to LWJ.

“Sorry Mister, my brother gets confused.” Wei Yuan huffs, pulling his younger brother away. LWJ sucks a breath in as he looks at the young toddler, tan skin, enchanting yellow eyes, perfectly straight hair except with the tips granted a slight curl.

There’s no denying this is a Lan child, just from looks alone, but the scent surrounding both of the children? That’s something LWJ had smelt once, trapped in the cave in the throes of passion with his mate.

Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying is alive.

A young looking man pulls the children away before LWJ can say anything. The man picks up the two year old and gently holds him in his arms, the six year old grabbing onto the man’s leg, still glaring at the alpha.

“Sorry about that, sir.” A soft voice rumbles with a chuckle, freezing as he looks up at LWJ for the first time.