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[silknspice]

hockey!vi and basketball!caitlyn decide it's time to stop fighting over you. they'll just have to share!

headcanons, arguing, smut/slutty material (18+ mdni), dom!cait & vi, gp!vi, cheerleader!reader (hardly mentioned), vi & cait r horny and reader's hard-to-get-but-also-horny. wc. 2k

vi's a big, bulky, 'gentleman' of a player. girls come and go from her poster-covered dorm room, and it's fine, because she has bigger things to worry about, until she meets you. the post-game crowd is a chaotic swarm of students, and still, she spots you with ease. you're with a friend that she somewhat recognizes, but the athlete swears on her life she's never seen you. she would've remembered a pretty ass face like that. the two of you are making conversation with one of her teammates, and almost immediately the pinkette's jogging up to the cluster of you and slinging an arm over the other player.

she's decorated with a big fat grin like always, cooing a sexy "hey there," that has her teammate rolling her eyes into the back of her head, but not the way vi intended. you're introduced, a sweet smile gracing your lips that vi wants buried between the flesh of her thighs, lips that she wants gasping for life as she ravishes you, lips that she swears just made her cock twitch.

"you gonna be looking for me at the after party?" she cocks her head in fake innocence. what an asshole. "maybe if you score some more next time," you dismiss her with a tucked away grin, politely biding her teammate and spinning off out of the dumbfounded butch's sight. her teammate sharply inhales, patting the girl who looks like she's just seen a ghost. "tough luck, vi," the athlete starts, "wouldn't have worked anyway, i heard she's messing with kiramman."

caitlyn won the race to your attention. it's one of the many things she adores holding over vi's head when they have their daily bicker-fests over anything and everything related to you. she’d always believed in finders keepers.

the bustling, alcohol scented, dim atmosphere encasing her is completely forgotten as her gaze lands on you, a red solo cup in hand as you make conversation with who she assumes to be your teammates. she squares her shoulders, standing a little taller as her fellow athletes notice the look she's giving you. a predator ready to pounce. little whistles of encouragement fall from their lips as she strides on her mission to you.

the navy haired beauty knows she's hot, knows damn well anyone would slide their way under her as soon as the words of approval coat her tongue, and knows that you'll be one of her most– no, the most rewarding catch she's had. except, her trap seemed to falter.

"you were great today," she flashes a soft smile, attempting to make sure the way she checks you out is subtle, less cocky and more in awe. "watched when i could, i see why they put you in front." "oh yeah?" you hum out, sipping from your cup. it's basic, not giving much for caitlyn to work with, but the glint in your eyes is giving the athlete all too much hope. "yeah," she sounds a little breathless. her eyelids drop and soften to mimick the arousal she's feeling from just eyeing your fuckable face. "must be real flexible to do all that. think you could show me some more?" her prim and enchanting accent is completely contradicting the nasty insinuations falling from her mouth. that has you gently shaking your head and scoffing– albeit, with a smile, caitlyn notes. "you're funny, cait." and that's all you leave her with. that, and the image of you gently swaying your hips while walking off. the image that she'll be replaying in her head as she tends to her needs later that night. it makes sense to her a few days later during practice. when she and her teammates are lazily walking off of the court, one of them explains your oh so suspicious behavior. "heard she's interested in vi. sorry hotshot, looks like you've met your match."

from then on, the two are completely at each other's throats. it starts off small when they bump into each other at the campus coffee shop. they're patiently waiting for their drinks. caitlyn's arms are crossed as always with her hair in a messy pony, and vi's hands keep refuge in her pockets while her shoulders slightly slouch in a relaxed manner. they're completely ignoring the other's presence, until vi physically has to speak up.

"so... ___" she says your name like a child praying to their goddess. caitlyn hums in response. "i hate to be the one to tell you, but she's completely out of your league." "well i don't know what she'd see in a narcissistic mongoose like you," vi quips. cait scoffs. "and i'm not sure why she'd ever give someone as run through as you the time of day... wait, mongoose?"

soon, it's not one that's pursuing you at a time, it's both. at parties, after games, walking to class, even in the library, the two girls are drawn to you like moths to light. and sure, they're still very interested in fucking you senseless if you let them. and sure, they don't know you all too well yet, but something about you is so captivating. whether you'll give them the time of day or not, they crave being in your presence. (the rivalry is making things a little more fun than expected, too.)

you're interested, extremely interested. but these girls are used to getting everything they want in the blink of an eye. you know your worth, so if they want to take you, and not just your ability to walk, they're going to have to work for it. in record time, the university of piltover's finest were wrapped around your dainty finger. so, slowly, you let them into your life.

at first, it's smaller things. in the morning, caitlyn worms her way into the plush seat next to you at your library table. she sets down your coffee order to a T, saying she "had some extra time" (which isn't a lie, she woke up an hour earlier than she already does to make sure her timing was perfect), and she "didn't know what you'd like", so she 'guessed' (that part was a lie, because she fell asleep thirty minutes later than usual stalking your instagram highlights and zooming into the label of your most recent drink). in conclusion, the star player was losing sleep over you, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

then, like switching shifts, vi swoops into the library and whisks you away, but not before making a remark that has the navy-haired girl's brows furrowing.

"i'll take it from here, cupcake. angel and i have a date." the pinkette lifts your backpack from the ground and slings it over her shoulder before you can utter a word. "you're walking me to class, violet. 'ts not a date..." you dismiss the claim, looking caitlyn in the eyes as you bring the coffee to your lips and take a swig. "..yet," you induce some hope and fear into the respective girls. as you coo your mind-twirling sing-song "bye cait," and walk away, vi can't help but snake a hand around your waist before throwing a terribly taunting wink to the bluenette over her shoulder.

eventually, after more interrupted touches and argument after argument, the girls attempt to seduce you on their own turf. after a particularly hard but victorious game, cait jogs up to you. the flyaways of her ponytail are the sexiest amount of messy and the sweat dripping down the side of her neck and rounding towards her adams apple has you gulping. but of course, you hide it. you admit, she's impressed you, and the seemingly suave girl fights the beaming smile she feels sneaking its way onto her face. instead, she thanks you for cheering for her and gently grazes her hand over the hem of your blue and white skirt.

"is this my reward for playing so well?" she grins. "this is my uniform, hotshot."

after vi's hockey game that she insisted you come to, she sneaks up on you after exiting the locker room, capturing your frame from behind with sculpted arms. the two of you stiffle a few laughs before she turns you around, pulling your torso closer to hers.

"how'd I do?" she asks, the neediness of approval hidden somewhere in her tone.

"i guess you were good," you joke, making vi gently pinch at your side. "yeah?" she teases, "how good?" "not good enough, at least I score." caitlyn buts in from 'out of nowhere!' (vi claims), momentarily stunning whatever tension you and the pinkette were building. "i scored three times," the powder-blue eyed girl slightly pouts, sending you into a fit of laughter.

it's vi who steals a kiss from you first. you finally give in after realizing maybe she wants something a little more than sex. it's hungry, slight teeth, lots of tongue, and sloppy hums of pleasure. wandering hands travel to the back of your head, through your hair, down to the curve of your waist, everywhere she can claim you.

caitlyn, when she finds out a day later, is pissed. so when she finally gets her hands on you, she's rougher than she planned on being when she ran this scenario through her head hundreds of times before. she's pushing you against a wall, knee slotted between your legs, and a lanky hand trails up to grip your chin. it's rough, hypnotizing, and you have to stop her before she makes an absolute mess of you.

it's no surprise when the girls text you to meet up a few days later. what is a surprise is the fact that they're together. they send you a selfie from vi's phone in your shared group chat. vi looks delicious in her stupid backwards baseball cap and caitlyn's glasses only enhance that scarily sexy cold look she owns. the picture's lazy, a lower angle of the two looking at the camera with soft grins, but it has your heartbeat racing, and something else pulsing their names.

ice queen: angel come 2 cait's ice queen: we miss you <3 angel: and if I don't? hotshot: you'll regret it. angel: is that a threat? hotshot: jesus, get over here.

caitlyn and vi take turns using you for the rest of the night. they wait for you to make the first move, of course, they have manners. once you're all hot and bothered you hear the clank of their belts coming undone and flashes of clothes being stripped off fill your vision.

cait only spends so long teasing your swollen clit before she's two fingers and three knuckles deep inside of you, teasing your clouded brain about adding a third. the wet sounds your body's making are getting vi the hardest she's been in her life, and she swears she could cum just from the way your glossy eyes look up at her while cait ravishes you. "look at that- i'll be the one to make her cum first." cait taunts, and as soon as you've reached your high the pinkette's stripping you away from her and flipping you onto your stomach.

vi's gentler than caitlyn at first, but her passion and desires enchant her mind and soon she's stuffing your needy hole with her length, face down ass up, while pushing your head into the pillow that captures your lovely noises.

it's not long before caitlyn's sitting in front of you with her legs spread wide, guiding your tongue right where it belongs.

you all sleep in the same bed that night. you in the middle, of course, and your girls clinging to you lovingly. the three of you talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and the silly conversations lull you into a deep sleep.

some day soon, you'll have to talk about whatever this is. for right now, vi and caitlyn relish in the fact that they have you. brain, heart, body and all.

sharing isn't all that bad.

silknspice

[457gf]

the salesman yandere alphabet.

₊˚ʚ warnings : gun usage, physical abuse, implications of murder, manipulation, the salesman is so bad at consent and doesn't really care about it, salesman being a sociopath / having aspd, reader being referred to as 'pet', implications of suicide

꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ✦ Affection how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

⟢ the salesman loves to show his affection for you, and if you're not a fan of pda, that's unfortunate for you. he's absolutely head over heels for you, and has been since he first saw you at that shitty station, head in your hands as you tried to cover your sniffles out of pure embarrassment of being in a public setting. when you finally looked up, catching eye contact together, you quickly tried to wipe your tears, hands shaking as you tried to ignore his staring gaze. you looked so pretty with tears streaming down your face, your nose red and eyes all puffy. he wasn't sure what had happened, but he decided from that moment on, he'd be the only one to make you cry.

he'd stalk you until he physically couldn't take the distance anymore and needed to be close to you and actually talk to you. his camera roll is full of nothing but photos of you in your home, out in public from afar, and even close up photos of your sleeping face. how'd he get in your room? don't worry about it. just don't remember to properly lock your window at night, or there will be a problem between you two. you don't want him thinking you don't love him, do you?

✦ Blood how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

⟢ the salesman loves to get bloody. it's his absolute favorite. he loves to dip his finger in the dripping puddle of blood, bringing it to his lips and tasting the iron flavor. there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, and that includes forcing whoever was behind you crying during your first meet to engage in one of his deadly games. he doesn’t necessarily like cheating, but he’d find a way to make sure they lost.

✦ Darling

aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? ⟢ he loves to give you affection, even when you’re telling him to get off. he thinks you’re just being hard to get, and he adores it. he’ll cup your cheeks in his palms, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips even if you push him away. he knows you’ll finally show your undying love him one day.

✦ Exposed how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

⟢ he exposes what he can to you, though he’s not a big fan of being too vulnerable. you’re the only one that can truly make him feel certain emotions, which is quite unusual for him. he wouldn’t admit it, but part of the reason he’s so obsessed with you is because of what you do to his usually unwavering heart. he wants to pick you apart, and see why you’re so different from the rest.

✦ Fight how would they feel if their darling fought back?

⟢ he absolutely loves watching you try to fight back, because you both know there's absolutely no chance of you overpowering him. it just gives him an ego boost watching you cry and beg for him to let you go because you don't want to be here anymore. 'what a silly lie you're telling!', he thinks to himself. you want to be here. you love him. and he loves you!

✦ Game is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

⟢ the salesman absolutely loves watching you try to escape, as previously said. though he loves his games, he doesn’t view his love for you as one.

✦ Hell what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

⟢ his relentless touch even if you’re uncomfortable. he doesn’t know when to stop, because he’s never been told no. as a kid, he was always given what he wanted and nothing but, in hopes of him showing a change of heart. but it never happened, which is a big reason for his lack of morals.

✦ Ideals what kind of future do they have in mind for / with their darling?

⟢ he really really wants to get married and have a future with you. he believes that if you’re there long enough, you truly will fall in love with him. he thinks that you’d be perfect to bear his offspring.

✦ Jealousy do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

⟢ he is absolutely one to get jealous. he knows that he’s much better then anyone you’ve ever come into contact with, so his feelings of jealousy are more so that they don’t even deserve to glance in your direction. though he only allows you outside occasionally, what you wear is completely up to him. a dress? nope. not gonna work. he’s the only one allowed to ogle your pretty body.

✦ Kisses how do they act around or with their darling?

⟢ the salesman is so affectionate with you, he absolutely loves cuddling up with you whilst you’re tied up, unable to move. he loves to give you kisses everywhere, even if you’re objecting to his advances. he loves to treat you like everything is completely normal, that you’re just a happy married couple. he’ll make you two breakfast, force you to sit on the sofa and watch stupid romcoms with him, and even rant to you about work as if you’re concerned about his troubles.. you are.. aren’t you? you love him, right?

✦ Love Letters how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

⟢ after stalking you, learning your schedule, your likes, your dislikes, he’ll pretend to bump into you, starting up a conversation about something you’re into. if he’s being honest, he couldn’t really care less about it. though the smile on your face does make it worth it. he slowly tries to worm his way into your life, and after awhile, he figures that now is the perfect time to finally make you his. keeping you captive in his basement was a pretty good plan if he says so himself! (he does).

✦ Mask are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

⟢ it's no surprise that many people find the behavior of the salesman to be quite.. weird. his personality changes are drastic, and it truly just depends on how he's feeling. it's apart of the job, after all. though, when most people see him walking the street, a clean put together man, they wouldn't suspect him of having a tied up girl at home. hey, if it helps, he loves you very much! a special kind of 'love' that nobody else gets to see from him.

✦ Naughty how would they punish their darling?

⟢ he’s one to get physical, though he’s not too big of a fan, believe it or not. a slap or two to get you “under control”, or a threat to put a bullet through your head, or even his to guilt you.

✦ Oppression how many rights would they take away from their darling?

⟢ the salesman is used to treating people as if they’re lesser then him, and that strays no different from you. he does believe you’re better then other people, but he truly believes that you were created and put on this earth just for him. in his eyes, he has full control over you. every now and then, he allows you to go outside, though trying to escape would be unwise. he’s always got an arm thrown around your shoulder, and his signature grin as he nods at people walking by. they’re disgusting, he thinks, but at least he can show off his pretty pet. you need his direct permission before you do most things, and if you break that rule, you could expect a slap or two.

✦ Patience how patient are they with their darling?

⟢ he does his best to be patient with you, though he does wear thin sometimes. when he’s stressed, he’s not the best to be around.

✦ Quit if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

⟢ “and lately i’ve tried other things, but nothing can capture the sting.” is his mindset. he feels that the thrills in his games aren’t as exciting, the risks hardly existent for all he cares. if you died, he’d either ramp up the stakes to give him a higher chance of being with you, or simply take his anger out on everyone else.

if you left or escaped, there’s truly nothing that he wouldn’t do to find you. keep in mind, due to his work, he’s got loads of contacts all throughout the city. there’s not many places you can run without being found by him.

✦ Regret would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

⟢ the salesman wouldn’t feel regret for abducting you. infact, he thinks that you should be grateful for him saving you from your boring life. he wouldn’t let you go.

✦ Stigma what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

⟢ ever since he was younger, he'd felt different from others. there were no emotions when a relative or someone he knew had passed away. he didn't grieve, he didn't mourn, he hardly even thought about it. the absence of emotions left people feeling uncomfortable around him, but he didn't mind. it's wasn't that he just didn't care about people's emotions, he just simply couldn't find himself to. his mother was always concerned, but it didn't bother him at all. in his eyes, this was normal and all that he'd known. there was nothing wrong with the way he was.

getting an invitation to be apart of the games as a guard was something he didn't expect, though it wasn't unwelcomed. working his way through the ranks, he got more intoxicated with power. being given a gun, holding the lives of people in his very hand, watching as they fell to their knees, begging to be spared, only to be met with a bullet piercing through their skin without any second thoughts whatsoever. it made him feel so strong, like he truly mattered in this world. he was doing good. he was getting rid of the worthless vermin that no longer served use to society. he was the one who decided who lived and died. it became an addiction.

his breaking point was when he was forced to hold a gun to his fathers forehead, feeling no guilt, regret, or uncertainty.

yeah. this was the job for him.

✦ Vice what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

⟢ feeding into his want of being loved would be a good way to try and escape. though it’s basic, getting him to trust your love and affection for him would allow him to loosen up more, giving you more freedom. he’d allow you to roam more, even trusting you to pick up sharp objects now for cooking or other activities. he still will keep the door tightly locked and guarded, though there might be other ways to escape..

✦ Wits End would they ever hurt their darling?

⟢ he wouldn’t do anything permanant to you. he has truthfully thought about it a few times when in fits of rage, but hasn’t acted upon it.

✦ Xoanon how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

⟢ you’re truly the only human that has ever made him feel his own fucked up version of love, so he adores you for that. there’s no doubt in his mind that you two don’t belong together. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for your affection, even if it’s you slapping his face or kicking at him. to him, it’s all perfect.

✦ Yearn how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

⟢ probably a good few months. when he sees that you’re hanging around a certain man more often, touching him by even the slightest brush, and even just smiling in his direction, he snaps and decides it’s finally time for him to intervene.

✦ Zenith would they ever break their darling?

⟢ up to you, my darling reader. <3

[reidingandallthat]

no talking in the morning

spencer knows you like quiet in the morning, so of course, he finds other way to keep his mouth busy

spencer reid x reader words: 1.8k cw: smut!!! 18+ pls, sort of somnophilia, nothing too extreme, fingering, munch!spencer (because of course), also soft dom!spencer, i'm writing smut after ages okay give me grace. also extremely nervous to post this.

The mornings were always something complicated for you. The sunshine as you sit on the balcony with your tea and a book is great but you also want some more minutes of sleep. But there was a certain peace in waking up early, not having to talk for a while, no erratic thoughts running inside your head and just some quiet time to yourself. 

Spencer had discovered early on that you didn't like talking in the morning, neither did you want him to talk. anytime he'd be rushing after a call from Hotch, waking you up loudly, you'd be in a sour mood. So he had never done it again. He usually just woke you up lightly to tell you he's leaving, but after a few weeks of dating, he just left a note on the bedside table. You were used to him being gone. 

The thought causes a crease in his forehead as he looks at your sleeping face, peaceful and beautiful, he thinks. He's gone for most mornings, atleast until you wake up and he dreads it everytime. 

Every time he wasn't away in the morning and he got to see you wake up, he'd see you look for him, your hands searching for him on the bed and then after you find him, you burrow yourself in him, hiding your face in his chest. 

It always was like that, you two fell asleep with his head on your chest, or he comes home and uses you as his pillow and you two wake up with you wrapped around him. 

He leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, almost featherlight, lips barely grazing, but he continues. A kiss to your jaw, another to your chin and he slowly travels down the column of your throat. He comes out of his haze and halts his movements when he hears the quietest whine as he sucks on the spot he always does to get a reaction out of you. He could feel himself hardening when he hears you moan in your sleep, your body reacting to his touches even when you were asleep. 

He gets bolder, his hands sliding under your shirt, rubbing circles on the skin, slowly sliding up to your chest as he keeps kissing your collarbone. He thanked you internally for wearing a tank top, to provide him a canvas that he could paint with his kisses. 

Eventually, the neck of the top interrupts his movements and he becomes impatient. 

As selfish as it was, he wanted you to wake up. He possibly couldn't keep doing this as you were asleep, and the tent in his pants was a good sign that he desperately needed you.

Spencer moves quickly, placing a quick peck on your lips before moving down, situating himself between your legs. He quietly whispers, “Angel, wake up, please.”

His hands slowly spread your legs, not too much, he still didn't know what the boundaries were. 

You had told him you absolutely wouldn't mind being woken up like this, but he had never taken the opportunity before. So he restrained himself to be patient and gentle, as much power it took and one of his hands slid up your thigh, caressing the soft skin. 

He'd always said he could stay here forever, in between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy as your thighs wrap around him. 

You're only wearing your panties, a consequence of the events last night. 

The flashbacks hit him, a slow montage of every single thing that you did together, every moan uttered from your lips and every expression on your face. He feels his dick twitch when he remembers the taste of your pussy, the sweet juice coating his tongue. 

His thumb rubs slow circles on your clothed cunt, desperately hoping this will be enough to wake you up. He needed to hear you, he felt he'd go insane if he didn't soon. 

He places kisses on the inside of your thigh, taking his time covering every inch of skin with his lips. 

Your body moves slightly, as if waking up, but not quite awake yet, your hands lazily search for him beside you. You could feel him touching you, never quite in the place you'd like him to be, which was enough to drive you crazy.

He takes your hand in his, “I'm here, honey.”

“Spencer…” You aren't completely awake yet, but aware enough to know what he's planning, so he gives you time to think of an answer.

He kisses your stomach, featherlight kisses as if you're made of glass, his eyes looking up at you as he sees your breathing get faster and slowly moves his way up to your breasts, taking one of them in his mouth, sucking on the hardened bud. A hitch in your breath and he feels a wave of satisfaction, his cock hardening at the sound. His other hand rolls the peak of your other breast, taking turns so that “one of them doesn't feel left out.”

He'd made that joke during sex once, you had laughed and then kissed him, so he took that as a positive sign. One of his very few successes at making jokes, or so he says, you seem to disagree.

He feels your hand in his hair and he smiles and tears himself away to look at you.

You look absolutely ethereal, your eyes laced with lust or sleepiness, Spencer couldn't tell. A lazy smile gracing your lips, hair splayed out around your head. 

“I'm sorry, you just look so pretty.”

You smile through closed eyes and pull him to you, just slightly touching your lips to his, not exactly kissing him yet,

“I literally just woke up.” You laugh, a soft one but he feels the compliment isn't enough. You look more than just pretty to him, but he's afraid that if he starts he might not be able to stop. And he knows you don't like talking too much in the morning, so he keeps his thoughts inside.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, running his finger down your nose, his eyes searching yours as if to ask, “Is this okay?”

He sees your eyes soften, which he didn't think was even possible in your current sleep-laden state, but it does and you take his face in your hands,

“Never, ever, apologise for waking me up like this.”

You say, putting emphasis on ‘never’ and kiss him. He tries to deepen the kiss when you protest and pull away,

“Morning breath.” 

He only rolls his eyes before leaning in again and continues kissing you, and this time as deeply as he can because he'd be an insane man to let morning breath stop him from kissing you.

His hands travel in between your legs, his fingers sneaking in between your folds, his fingers just slightly curved to tease but you whine in his ear and he looks at you earnestly, worried that he might have gone too far. So, he was obviously delighted to hear your next words,

“Take it off, please,” You say hurriedly with begging eyes, “Need you properly.”

And who was he to deny such a beautiful request?

He moves quickly but takes his sweet time sliding your underwear down your legs, pressing chaste kisses as he moves down. He spreads your legs and grips them tight, unknowingly, the sight of you enough to make him lose control.

“You're so wet, angel,” He asks, his fingers gently smearing your wetness, rubbing gentle slow circles over your clit, his eyes laser focused on his own actions, as if he hasn't done this a hundred times before,“Is this all for me?”

“Spencer, please…” You moan, your head thrown back, still overstimulated from last night, Even the slightest touches felt elevated.

“I know, baby, I know.” He says before diving in, licking long stripes up your cunt, keeping himself gentle but he feels your hips bucking into him and that does it. 

His tongue flattens against your clit again and again, each action like a punishment because he can't get closer. His head is spinning and he craves more so he keeps going, like he's a man starved. He brings his fingers to brush against your entrance, coating his fingers with your slick before inserting a finger inside you. It's only the first one but he can already feel you clenching around him. He pushes further until he reaches all the way and feels you squirming underneath him.  He kisses your clit again at the same time he curls his finger inside you and it’s all too much. 

“Oh, it's okay sweetheart,” He places soft kisses to your cunt as if to soothe you but only before intensifying his actions, this time his fingers working in and out of you.

Your grip on his hair tightens as the change settles in and a lewd sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth with your hand but Spencer is quick to stop you, halting his movements only to tell you, beg you,

“No, no, no, don't do that, I wanna hear my pretty girl.”

Then, he's on you all over again. His lips wrap around your clit and he whines when he sucks into your bundle of nerves. It's as if every single action of his is for your pleasure, everything he does has your back lifting up from the bed and tugging at his curls. 

“Spence, spence, I'm so-,” You manage to get out and he speeds up his movements,

“You're close? You gonna cum for me?” His words are muffled as he's pressed against your pussy, the vibration just adding to your pleasure, You gush around his finger and he licks and laps at your pussy like he needs it to breathe. His finger curls inside you while your hips rock against him, the grip you have on his hair loosening each second you come down your high.

He continues his movements even after you've come, your breath panting and heavy, and you already feel like your body can't move anymore. Your hand rakes through his hair, removing strands of them from his face when he looks up. 

His face is a mess, covered in your wetness when he wipes it off, leaning down again to kiss you. 

He's tentative when he's kissing you because he's sure his chin is sticky, but you don't seem to mind, kissing him back with a fervor. 

His lips find your neck, placing a string of light kisses when you whisper, “Do you need me to return the favor?”

A sheepish look appears across his face when he replies, “No, I'm good.”

He kisses you again before whispering against your lips, “You don't need to do anything, just let me have you.”

Maybe any other time, you would have insisted, or even argued against him but it's the morning, and he made you feel so good, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?

[cripplecharacters]

would y'all happen to know of any databases/collections of photos or art references of people with facial differences? maybe in the vein of FatPhotoRef (a website with self-submitted pose references with fat models)?

I'm a learning visual artist and I've found one of the best ways for me to hone some aspect of drawing is to do timed sketches from photo references. I'm going to focus on facial expression soonish and want to cover people with various facial differences as well as the typically non-facial-difference-having models on mainstream reference sites. Any resources would be appreciated--even just non-art-focused websites with lots of neutral/positive photos of people with facial differences that I can sketch!

Thanks for all the work you do!

Hello!

The closest one to what you describe is probably Positive Exposure, which aims to photograph and portray all kinds of disabled people (not just visibly disabled) in a less medicalized/dehumanizing way. If you know which conditions cause facial differences then you can go through their albums and pick some of them out - there's a ton of them. The one I linked goes to their ichthyosis shoot.

Here are some other photo resources I do know of, but just be aware they might be underwhelming for what you're looking for;

Portrait Positive - focuses on women with facial and bodily differences;

HOW DO YOU C ME NOW? - focuses on people with large birthmarks;

Here I Am - focuses on adults and seniors with Down Syndrome;

About Face - focuses on people with various kinds of facial paralysis, mostly Bell's palsy

Classic Stock Photo Website - exactly what it says.

These are video resources, obviously less convenient, but you can try screenshotting and redrawing a shot that you like;

#FearNoFace

I Am More Than Just Your Villain

AboutFace's Awareness Videos (unrelated to the other link named similarly)

Outside these you can always try looking for models/actors with facial differences. Some you can look up include Adam Pearson, Catrin Pugh, Austin Halls, Justin Stewart, Alison Midstokke, Loide Ndemueda, or Turia Pitt.

I hope this helps! Good luck drawing

mod Sasza

[captain-bubble-wrap]

QUINN IS SO CUTE I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM ALL DAY

Babe, he's the cutest in the league! Sweet, soft boy! I don't think you were asking for anything, but I typed a little something! 🩷

You had just tucked yourself in beneath a heavy throw on the sofa. Head propped up by a few pillows, wearing one of Quinn's crewneck sweaters and sweatpants, you were warm and comfortable. He was away at morning practice leaving you to preoccupy yourself until he had come back. The curtains were drawn, the heat was up, and the room smelled like vanilla and caramel, fully rounding out the cozy feeling you were hoping for. 

On the coffee table, sat a new book you had been excited to finally start. Quinn had rekindled your love for reading, something that you hadn't had since you were a child. However, when you picked it up to finally delve into it, the door pushed open; a very tired-looking Quinn standing in the doorway. 

"Hi, baby," you said, sitting up to greet him, the blanket falling away from your body. Looking at him, you could tell something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

His shoulders rolled forward as he sighed, "I'm fine." Quinn dropped his bag at the door, kicked off his sneakers and walked past you and into the bedroom. "Long practice."

It wasn't his normal greeting, by any means, which made you unsure about what you should do. Smothering him with love and affection didn't feel like the right thing at the moment, so you decided to simply let him be and wait for him to come to you. Just before you talked yourself into getting up and seeing if he was okay, you heard his soft footfalls coming towards you. He had changed his clothes into something more lounge-like and less restrictive, but his expression still conveyed that something was wrong. 

You were laying down when he emerged from the bedroom and stayed that way even after he pulled back the blanket. 

"Quinny?" You questioned, as he squeezed himself between your legs to lay his head against your chest, all without a word. He had done this a few times, but it had been while the two of you had been in bed, never on the sofa. His hands snaked under your sweater, up your ribs, and behind your back to rest on your shoulder blades. His touch was warm as you shivered against his it. "Baby, what's wrong?"

He sighed again, his hair just out of the reach of tickling your nose, but your fingers would get lost within it almost immediately. "Took a hard hit today and I'm in a fair amount of pain."

"Oh, baby!" You lamented, doing your best to cover him with the blanket. "That's not good!"

"It happens," he exhales, fingers gripping you tighter. "Was an accident. 

Once you had the both of you sufficiently draped in plush warmth, one hand returned to his hair, the other to his middle of his back. You hoped he wasn't seriously hurt as he seemed to be having such a rough go as of late; you couldn't take him missing any more games. Feeling his breathing sync with yours, you tried to relax yet your worry still lingered. 

"Where does it hurt? So I don't touch it by accident." 

"Left side of my ribs," Quinn mumbled, turning his face inwards towards your chest. 

He was always targeted with hits to his ribs, something that always pissed you off. Worse yet, when most of those hits were never called for a penalty. But this time, it had happened at practice; friendly fire. You hoped the pain would subside by the end of the night, even though you knew he was accustomed to such ailments. 

"I'm sorry, honey."

His words were muffled as he spoke, like he was trying to hide from you, "It's fine." 

"It's not fine!" You pouted, feeling sorrow for his situation. "You're hurt!"

"I'm always hurt, babe, it's hockey." 

Your expression dropped. He had a point, but still, that didn't invalidate your concern for his health. "I'm sorry, I just...care."

Quinn lifted his head to rest his chin between your breasts. "I know you do. I'm sorry," he apologized before his eyes disappeared again, face hidden from view. 

Poor thing, just couldn't catch a break, and you didn't want to make things worse. You'd keep playing with this hair for as long as he would let you, but then you had an idea. In your eyes wandering the room, deep in thought, you caught sight of your book teetering on the edge of the coffee table. 

"Want me to read to you?"

Unsure if he was awake or if he had drifted off into a nap, you waited for an answer before reaching for it. If he was asleep, you decided you'd take a nap with him. His weight on your body was so comforting and soothing and you knew you would drift off to sleep almost immediately upon closing your eyes. 

"You'd read to me?" He asked, bringing his eyes out of hiding once more. 

"Yeah, I was just about to start a new one I got when you came home."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry! I'm glad you're home."

"Okay," he sighed, laying his cheek against your chest, face facing the rest of the living room. "I'd like that...if you'd read to me."

Smiling, you'd extend your arm to grab the book, hoping it didn't fall or it would just stay there till later. Thankfully, you were close enough to secure it between your fingers and bring it back to you. 

"It's a murder-mystery," you said, hoping he wouldn't mind your reading choice. 

"I was expecting a hockey romance," Quinn teased, the fainted smile heard in his tone.

"Oh, ha, ha!" You teased, "Why would I need to read that when I live it everyday?"

[roanniom]

hi issa! i hope all is well and im so glad you’re back! you are literally one of the best writers ever (and literally my favorite person who writes for eddie) ! i hope you’re day is going good 💛

i would love to request cute; needy eddie phone call (you can make it spicy if you want), maybe the reader went on a girls trip and the reader calls him once at the hotel and he is just miserable 😩

Hi there anon! I'm doing okay, but writing is making everything better. Super happy to do this request.

On the Line

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation

"Eddie. I've been gone for half a day. I was literally with you this morning." You try to make your voice sound reproachful, but your smile cannot be hidden. You're in your hotel room getting ready to go down for dinner with your friends.

"I knowwww, don't remind me. It has been AGONY!"

You hear a muted thump which you imagine to be Eddie throwing himself on his couch near the landline.

"Well what are you doing to distract yourself from this agony?" you ask with amusement.

"I tried touching myself, but I'll be honest, it's more effective now that I can hear your voice, babe."

"EDDIE MUNSON!"

"Whaaaat? What else is there to do?"

"I don't know. Go outside? Maybe touch some grass, you fucking horn dog," you laugh, laying back on the hotel bed.

"I can't exactly go jerk off on the grass, Mrs. Jenkins said she'd call the cops if she ever caught me doing that again - ,"

"Eddie. I will smack you."

"Ugh, don't make promises you can't keep. What do you think I've been imagining?"

You slap an exasperated hand over your face and Eddie moans.

"What was that? Smacking your own ass to give me some auditory stimulation, princess? Do it again!"

"No, that was me covering my eyes from the shame of having such a perverted boyfriend."

"Don't pretend you aren't just as perverted, sweetheart. Even Mrs. Jenkins knows, with how loud you usually are - ,"

"Edward. Munson."

"Mmmm yeah. Say my name, baby."

You can't help but dissolve into laughter at the absurdity of it all.

"Are you actually touching yourself right now?"

"Think about that question for a second. Really let that simmer for me."

Suddenly you hear the most obscene, wet squelching coming from the phone. It's so sudden and so rapid that you pull the phone away from your ear for a second. Clearly Eddie had put the receiver down where he was...taking care of himself.

"Eddie..." you say, but this time it is less reproachful and more breathless.

"Princess." His voice is less humorous now. A little deeper. A little scratchy.

"I have to go in a few minutes..." you trail off wistfully. You've begun to tune into Eddie's more labored breathing.

"Sure about that?"

His voice is gruff. You want to laugh but suddenly find that you can't.

"You know I can still smell your perfume in this fucking trailer, right? Like a god damn temptress. Why would you do that to me, honey?"

The phone is clearly by his lips as you can hear him loud and clear. But similarly loud and clear is the sound of his hand on his cock. Now moving furiously.

But you're not the only one hearing new things.

"I can hear you breathing heavier, baby." Eddie says it conspiratorially. There is the distinct sound of a smile on his lips.

"Yeah well you're turning me on. I'm only fricken human, you know."

"No. I don't know that. Pretty sure you're a goddess." Eddie finishes his statement with a groan. "So what are you wearing...my goddess."

You clutch the phone to your ear and look down at your outfit.

"Well, we're all going out tonight so I'm wearing that sparkly top that you said was too sexy for The Hideout."

"Are you fucking with me right now, sweetheart?" Eddie chokes out. You imagine that he's gripping himself, trying not to cum at the mere image of you in the revealing garment. "You mean to tell me...we've been talking all this time and your tits have just been...out?"

"I'm not naked, Eddie. It's just low cut," you argue, but your body begins to heat up all the same.

"Low cut, huh?" he asks gruffly. "Why don't you reach into that low cut top and touch yourself for me then."

"Oh...kay." You don't even fight him. Your hand cups your breast under the fabric.

"Make sure to pinch and twist your nipples a little. For me."

As if pleasuring yourself will inherently bring him physical pleasure. Which you guess it does, because when you inhale sharply at the feeling, Eddie lets out a moan. You hesitate for a second.

"Is Wayne - ,"

"At work. Don't bring up that old man when I'm so close to cumming." Eddie barks with frustration. You release a breathy chuckle.

"You're already close?"

"Babe. I've been touching myself for hours. I've been on the edge this whole conversation."

"Yeah?" you ask, egging him on.

"Yeah, baby. I'm about to blow hearing your sweet voice."

"Well....you should know that I'm wet." You're being honest. The idea of having to go downstairs in a few minutes is becoming less appealing by the second.

"Oh fuck."

"Yeah. I really want to touch myself, baby."

"Do it." Eddie practically orders.

"I can't," you say, though one of your hands does begin to slide south, between your breasts, down the plane of your stomach, to cup yourself beneath your skirt. You keep the phone cradled between your ear and your shoulder so you can keep one hand on your breast, fingers tweaking your nipple.

"I need you, baby." It comes out more submissive than his previously demanding tone. You lower your voice to match.

"I know, Eddie. Can you cum for me?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? You'll cum for me?" You hear his breathing pick up. From the sound of his stroking, he's right there. You rub your palm over your clothed pussy, feeling your clit ache with need.

"Fuck. Yeah I'll...fuck."

"That's it baby, cum for me."

The gasping and sputtering on the other side of the phone overwhelms you and you find yourself grinding against your hand in vain. You won't be able to take care of yourself. Not yet at least. But you know that when you get back to your hotel room later tonight, one of those pillows are really in for it.

"Fuuuck, princess."

"That good, huh?" you ask, cheekily.

"Don't act all proud of yourself," Eddie admonishes playfully. "There's nobody here to clean me up."

Your heart (and pussy) pound at the reference to the way you usually lick up the evidence of his pleasure.

"I'll be back before you know it, handsome."

Eddie sighs.

"You have to go now, don't you." It isn't a question. You laugh.

"I had to go fifteen minutes ago. But I guess you had to cum first."

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Thanks for reading! Please let me know what your favorite part was!

[revelboo]

Hello. I hope you're doing well. May I ask you to write something featuring Transformers Animated Ratchet? I haven't seen many stories with that version of Ratchet, and I really like his personality and your writing style. If it's not too much trouble, could you please write something with him?

Sure! He’s so grumpy, but soft underneath it

Heads Up, Hearts Down

TFA Ratchet

• Rain pattering against him, he tips his head toward the gray sky. Enjoying the quiet only broken by the distant roll of thunder. Because their current, temporary home is under invasion. Optimus and Bulkhead both bringing home humans. And their constant chatter. Sari was bad enough, but the two new ones never shut up except when he or another Autobot enter a room, making him certain they’re gossiping about them. Doesn’t have the patience to deal with them and Sari. So he’s outside, avoiding all of it. Misses Cybertron, home. But more than anything, misses a time before the war. Wonders about the other medics he’d worked with before lines were drawn. If anyone else survived the war, because he’d never bothered to reach out. Too afraid of that answer. Back scraping the wall of the alley he’d slipped into to avoid prying human eyes, he runs his hand over his face. Too old, too tired.

• Don’t run. Skin crawling at the sound of them following you, their laughter and too loud whispers scare you. Trying to convince yourself that they’re only going the same way, that they’re not following you even though they’ve been back there for the last couple of blocks. You’d glanced back only once, quickly to figure out there’s five of them. Maybe early twenties. Knowing that the area you live in isn’t the safest, you keep looking for other people, but no one’s out in the rain except you. And them. Most of the factories closed up shop years ago, heading for cheaper labor overseas. But it’s the middle of the day, not night and you want to believe daylight means safety. Clinging to that up until a hand grabs your arm, another curling around you to clumsily cover your mouth and nose and you can smell the sour, whiskey stink of them as they drag you into an alley and you go ballistic, kicking and biting. Just knowing that if they get you off the street, you’re not coming back out of that alley. Getting smacked by the one you bit so hard you bite your own lip and then smacked even harder when you scream. And then one of your attackers is seized and pitched out of the alley into the street.

• “What do you brats think you’re doing?” Growling at them when he’d initially frozen in surprise seeing a group of younger humans dragging you into the alley he was hiding in. Becoming furious the second one had hit you and you’d cried out. Has no idea what’s going on, for all he knows, this is normal human behavior, but seeing you bleeding, it didn’t matter. And those young males scream louder than you had when they see him, shoving you down at his peds and running away in terror. Squalling about monsters as he almost laughs. Servos flexing with the urge to really put the fear of Primus in them, before he can go after them you make a soft, terrified sound. Cringing into yourself when he looks down at you. Venting tiredly, he crouches and offers you a servo. “I’m not going to hurt you, so stop that,” he grumbles and terrified eyes look up at him. Why are you all so small?

• That rough, grouchy voice pulls you taut as you stare at the huge hand he’s holding out. A robot? Much bigger than any you’ve ever seen and your eyes dart to the medical badging, some of your tension easing. Some kind of new medical unit? Reaching out, you grip his huge servo and allow him to easily pull you to your feet. Seeing that expressive face crease into a frown, jangles through you. He’s much more advanced than what you’re used to and sure, robots are everywhere here, owned by the rich, which definitely isn’t you, but something’s off about him. “Thank you,” you whisper as those too intelligent optics study you, a servo lifting to almost touch your cheek, but stopping short.

• “You know those brats?” Not sure why he’s asking, but the fear still making you tremble isn’t sitting well with him, especially when you just shake your head before reaching up to touch your bleeding lip, seeming almost surprised by the blood. Just staring at your fingertips and then you’re crying and it’s just as bad as when he’d seen Sari do it, twisting uncomfortably through him. “Come on,” he says tiredly, gently cupping his hand and nudging you out of the alley and around to the door. Because he can’t just leave you there shaking like that and sobbing brokenly. “Let’s get you dry.” Much too old for this and too soft for his own good. What’s one more human, though?

[yougavememyopia]

Can we pls get more of masochist yandere I love him so much!!

For you anon <3

Tags: PT.1, dirty talk mostly (since he's trying to seduce you), suggestive language, "miss/mistress," pet-play(ish), spit, swearing, 1.5 K words

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“Hey roomie~ I wanna show you this new thing I bought.” You groaned at the sound of the cheery high-pitched voice, hating how sweet his voice sounded. You could practically hear him jumping from excitement. His foot lightly tapping the ground in impatience.

"Don't tell me it's another one of those shirts that says 'I belong to her' or whatever. Those were really childish."

Scrolling through your phone, you didn't bother making eye contact. A part of you enjoying the exaggerated whine coming from him. "First of all, mean! Second, it's nothing like that. It's totally different. Come on, come on. Look at me! Please. Pretty please?"

A tired sigh unintentionally escaped your lips. All he ever caused was annoyance and a headache. You finally took one glance at him before going back to your device. Pausing for a second to register what you saw. Your eyes traveling back to his figure, scanning him up and down from his bare thighs to his exposed collarbone. He was wearing black over-the-knee socks, with a bunny costume tightly hugging his torso. Accessorized with detachable white cuffs and collar with a set of fluffy ears and tail to complete the look.

“Ta-da~ Don't I just look so cute? Hm?” He brought his hands cheeks and posed for you, one of his legs lifted in the air behind him.

"W-what the hell?!" The words left in a mumble. An unexplainable feeling stopping you from looking away. "I should've predicted that you were gonna do something like this."

He had recently convinced you to let him move in with you. Surprising you by breaking into your house with a smile and a prepared meal on the table. Proving his commitment by coming day after day until you gave in. The long romantic dates, the humiliating begging by your feet— all finally worth it when you helped him unpack his boxes.

You finally managed to turn your head. Trying to find something interesting on your phone to distract you from what you saw.

"Awe, come on! Why'd ya look away? It's good material and I got it at a good price! Don't tell me you don't like it..." His words weren't a way to guilt-trip you, but instead an accusation. As if he knew, without a doubt, that it was something you liked.

Realization settled in. "Have you been going through my phone, you fucking creep?"

"Mhm, you know I have. There I was, on my nightly visit to your bedroom, when I saw that someone forgot to close their incognito tabs. It was a treat~" He giggled evilly, the teasing grin on his face growing as your eyes widened. In a chilling whisper, he said, "I know how filthy your thoughts are. There's nothing you can hide from me." His hands rested on the couch armrest while he leaned down to kiss your cheek. Making a 'mwah' noise before pulling away.

You involuntarily gulped. An embarrassed warmth flushing your cheeks and some place else. "That is a huge invasion of privacy, you asshole! Shit. How did you even managed to guess my password— no, what the fuck do you do during your nightly visits?!"

"ANYWAY, we never take anything further than kissing... And I'm tired of jerking off. So I thought this will help our relationship. I mean, seriously, don't I look fuckable?" He turned around to show you a view of his backside. Harshly slapping his barely-covered bum. "I would fuck me."

"I have a lot more self control than you think. We won't do anything of the sorts. Our relationship, if you can even call it that, needs more time. I don't fucking know how to love an annoying shit like you."

"But don't you want to have a good time? Again with your tenseness... You need to relax. Making out is really nice, but it causes a problem that can only be fixed with sex. I hope you didn't forget you're the one responsible, so you have to take care of it!"

He plopped down on the couch with crossed arms, the force of his anger bouncing the cushions slightly. A pout on his lips and a playful glare in his eyes. He circled his arms around your shoulders. Giving you a hug from the side and starting his whining. "I'm impatienttt. Dammit, please! I feel like I'm gonna EXPLODE soon."

He continued, taking advantage of your silence to persuade you. "Don't you wonder what I sound like in bed? Don't wanna know how I'd moan your name?" He leaned in way closer. Your body stiffening at the breath fanning your face. A shiver sent right down your spine when he moaned in your ear. "Oh please, miss, please fuck me faster~ Ah!"

You couldn't look at him, quietly mumbling a curse in defeat. Hands clutching your pant legs. Hoping he didn't hear how your voice shook. The truth was, you didn't want to deny him any longer, conflicted with how soft you were becoming to him. A part of you wanting to just throw him over and ride him, yet another, more sadistic part wanting to make him cry frustrated tears and beg you to just let him hump your leg. Ultimately, you were unable to stop the dirty scenarios flooding your head. The feeling of arousal growing longer by the minute when his lustful eyes met yours.

You mustered up your strength, "no."

"N-no?"

"No."

You pushed him off of you. Immediately going on your phone. He exhaled a loud huff and leaned back against the couch, arms hugging himself instead. Blankness crossing his features. A few seconds of silence was shared until he got a new, brilliant idea.

He cleared his throat. Adjusting his fake bow and pushing a random object off the coffee table. "Oops! Better get that~"

He bent down in front of you, in a way that his round buttocks rubbed against your lap. Another way to evoke you.

"Answer's fucking no. Horny bitch."

He stood up straight and stomped his feet to the ground. The sexy bunny outfit not making this situation any easier. He came off as adorable, rather than threatening.

"You aren't impressed by my big ass? I worked hard on it, y'know. Don't you just want to hit it? Punish me for dressing so naughty? I won't stop until you put me in my place. There are sooo many other outfits I can try on. So just spank me already! I won't give up. If this doesn't work, I'll just try again and again and a— Who are you texting? I swear I'll find them and kill them! You're supposed to pay attention to ME!"

His hands formed fists when you didn't respond. An exhausted moan leaving his body. He fell to his knees in front of you. Soft cheek nuzzling up against your thighs. "Please. Just head pats. At least praise me, call me your bunny. I'll be satisfied with that..."

Finally, you put your phone away. A surge of satisfaction in your chest at how you made him docile only by ignoring him. Your fingers grazed the tip of the soft, fake ear. Pathetic eyes looked up to observe your movements. Silently asking for more affection.

"Good pet." You praised. Your hand lightly scratching the back of his head. "That's so much better. You were gonna give me a fucking headache with all that whining."

"Oh, it hurts." He looked so pitiful as he whimpered.

"What hurts, bun?"

A lazy smirk formed on his face. "My pants... they feel so tight~"

You rolled your eyes, You felt a bit dumb for thinking he was actually going to be satisfied with mere praise. Your grip became harsh, fingers tugging the strands of his hair up. He moaned— his eyes closed in pleasure while his bulge twitched against your leg.

"M-mistress, please..." He begged, as your spit landed on his lips. He licked the liquid slowly. Groaning at the humiliating act. "Don't you wanna let me use my skillful tongue on you? Please just sit on my face. I want to taste you, so so so bad!"

"Licking my panties isn't enough for you anymore? Did you get bored of them that fast?" You teased, pulling one last time before letting go of his head.

He winced. Fixing his hair, and soothing it with pets. "Miss, you treat your poor bunny so harshly. Not that I don't like it. Can I... tell you a secret? I'm wearing your panties right now~"

"Ugh, you fucking disgust me. Shit. Stop moving your hips!"

"Mmh, but I want relief, miss. I need it. Please! Ah..."

A harsh slap rang through the room. His movements immediately stopping. "You'll get relief when I fucking give you permission. Understand that, dumb rabbit?"

"Finally— I mean, yes, mistress. Anything you say!" His endearing smile reached his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for this~"

You, too, felt excited. Thoughts swimming through your head about how you'll proceed with this. His fingers spread out to form a V, tongue flicking up and down, giving you an idea of what you wanted to do. Thighs clenching together as you imagined it in your head. "Maybe we'll finally see whether you were lying about your skills, hm?"

[bitchface24-7]

Heyy lovely!! 🫶🫶 can I request please a jayvik or just jayce with fem!reader who is a mage, I want it to be in a way as they find out that reader is a made and what their / his reaction(s) may be. I'll be thankful if you see this and write it, have a good day / night :)

THE HARBINGER OF CHAOS - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you’ve always have had the ability to use magic. Whatever you want, it happens. You know the disdain Piltover has regarding magic, mages, and the wixen populace in general; so you hid your powers.

It wasn’t until a bomb came through the large window of the councils chambers did you have to make a decision. Your heart saying save the people you love, your mind saying stay hidden to not be condemned. In the end, you know which one won.

warnings: a bomb (obviously), injury, arguments, miscommunication (rectified IMMEDIATELY I HATE MISCOMMUNICATION), fear of disgust/hate, fears placated, using magic on people non-consensually (you did it to help heal Viktor but he didn’t know), angst, fluff, two-time use of y/n. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I got an ask recently about a scarlet witch!reader and I was already planning on doing that concept with this request; so I hope y’all don’t mind the fact I merged the two together. Hope y’all enjoy!

“Jayce has brokered a peace with Silco; in exchange for the Undercity’s… Independence.”

Chaos erupted at Viktors statement regarding Jayce’s proposal. Councillors standing up in outrage, shouting, arguing, wine glasses falling.

Eventually the pandemonium ceases, Mel takes off her ring and raises her hand, a spotlight is shone on her, “I support Councillor Talis’ proposal of peace.”

One by one the other councillors hands raised. More spot lights were shone; even councillor Salo raised his hand. Every councillor had come to a consensus; the Undercity shall have their independance.

Then you feel a twinge in your neck, not a normal one either. It’s as if time has slowed down. The glass of the window breaks, and a massive bomb with painted details slowly enters the room. Mel’s armour shimmers and a dome forms over herself and Jayce, it tries to cover you and Viktor but it jolts away, as if burned.

You need to act, and you need to act now. Jayce is already protected, as is Mel. You'll question why Mel’s protection didn't cover Viktor since he's the next closest person to Jayce in the room, but you'd rather not die at the moment.

You raise your hands and whirl them a bit, a red dome of magic protects you two, Viktor looks to you in shock before everything goes black.

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Jayce slowly gains consciousness, groaning and rubbing a hand down his face. He's eventually helped up by Mel as he witnesses the destruction all around him.

Pillars are destroyed, glass everywhere, some of the council members are dead, some are grievously injured. There are two things on his mind right now.

Are you and Viktor okay?

What the fuck was that dome you made?

Jayce looks over to where you two were sitting and feels his breath catch and his eyes water, you're both banged up pretty bad. You got debris all over you, some bruises, and a scrape on your cheek.

Viktor's unconscious. He’s covered in debris as well, has a cut on his forehead and is barely breathing. A broken pillar lies awkwardly next to you two, if you hadn't shielded yourselves, it would've crushed you.

Jayce sees you put your forehead onto Viktor's as you cry. Jayce feels like crying too.

“What— what was that? Are you… a mage? What the hell—”

You snap at Jayce, the debris and blood marring your face is lightly washed away by your tears. Your glare is sharp and your voice is frosty, “Jayce! You can berate me, yell at me, and hate me later! But right now I need you to pick up Viktor and haul ass to the lab. We've gotta save him.”

With that Jayce shuts his mouth so hard his teeth click together and does as he's told.

He knows you'll answer his questions later.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Jayce puts Viktor onto the table of the lab as gently as he can with his adrenaline through the roof.

Viktor's head wobbles a bit before settling in place. His clothes are a bit ruined and you can see what appears to be… runes engraved into his skin.

Oh Janna, he was experimenting on himself. You look to the hexcore and find the matching runes. No wonder Mel’s protection jolted away, no wonder Viktor still got hurt even with your magic.

The arcane deems him unnatural, and wants to fight back.

Good thing you're stronger.

Your realization is interrupted by Jayce, “So… wanna tell me exactly what that was all about?”

A huff of sadness is your response, “You’re a brilliant man Jayce, you know the answer already.”

“Maybe I want to hear it from you. No more secrets.”

Your jaw clenches and you feel anger bubble up inside you, “I’m a mage.” Jayce still looks stunned, even though he knew it to be true. “Why? Why hide it from us?”

“Because I was afraid! People here don't like magic, they condemn it! I'd be questioned, used as a weapon, or locked away in Stillwater for something I can't control!”

A mean laugh escapes Jayce, “So you don't trust us? We work with magic every day, and you think… what? We would’ve dragged you to the council in chains?”

“I didn't say that Jayce, do not put words into my mouth! I was trying to find a way to tell you two but I didn't know how! Do I just make all the objects in the room float? Do I playfully tickle you two from across the room and pretend I don't know what you're talking about? Or do I save two men I love from a bomb?!” with that last statement you break down into tears.

“I couldn't even do that right. Viktor’s still hurt… he's also been messing with the arcane.”

Jayce’s stunned. He's never seen you yell or cry before. Not like this. He's seen you yell in excitement or cry lightly due to a sad movie, but he's never seen you spit vitriol and cry due to a breaking heart.

He never wants to see it again.

Wait… what did you say about Viktor?

“He… what?”

You gesture to the man on the table, injured but relatively stable, “He etched runes into himself, they match runes on the hexcore. It’s why even with my protection, he still got hurt.”

Jayce feels like his world is imploding. All these secrets, all these potentially detrimental secrets kept from him. Did you know? Did you help Viktor mutilate himself?

“I didn’t know,” you calmly state, “I saw the runes due to his ripped shirt. I wouldn't have let him do that. I would’ve healed him myself, if I knew how. If Viktor let me.”

Jayce feels the knot in his chest lessen at that.

“But,” you add, “to heal him we need the hexcore. I'll add my own magic to it to stabilize any potential… side effects.”

And with that, Jayce’s worries all melt away. You haven't changed, not one bit. You just have magic. Magic. Jayce will apologize for snapping at you after Viktor is healed, and maybe you can answer some questions he's had every since he was a kid.

Maybe you may know the mage that saved him and his mom all those years ago.

“Ok.” Jayce states as he looks at you “Tell me what to do.” With Jayce’s acceptance, you feel relief so profound you probably could’ve made the entirety of the Piltover into a garden of happiness.

“Pick up the hexcore with your blacksmith tongs, I’ll be next to you and merge the magics together.”

With that, the plan is in motion. Swirls of purple and red cover Viktor from head to toe. His back arches and his fingers lightly grasp at the table, before you know it, the light is gone, Viktor’s breathing is much stronger now, and from what you can see his wounds are healed.

Jayce puts the hexcore down and you almost pass out sitting on a chair, at a table opposite of the one Viktor is lying on. Jayce immediately comes to your side and sits next to you, a roll of bandages in one hand and medical tape in the other.

“You think you got the energy to take care of your own wounds?”

You nod, putting a small strip of bandage onto your cheek and applying tape where necessary. You'll get your magic to heal it when you have the energy, from Jayce's wincing and painful sighs, his wound is much worse than yours.

“Where are you hurt?”

“My chest.”

“Do you need help taking your top off?”

“… please.”

With that you help Jayce strip, seeing the small slash across his chest, you run your finger above the wound and put a tiny bit of magic into it. It’s healed a bit, but its still red and has the potential to bleed if Jayce doesn't care for it. But at least it wont scar.

You help Jayce wrap the bandage around himself, the white cotton already getting bloody due to the previous bleeding of the slash.

The two of you slump down onto the table, laying your head onto your forearms as you fight the urge to sleep.

“I'm sorry,” Jayce says, his voice quiet, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. You've done nothing wrong.”

You lightly smile, “No, I have. Keeping secrets is awful, and I’m sorry for doing that. But I appreciate you apologizing for yelling.”

“It makes sense you were afraid. I'd be afraid too. It’s a natural response.”

Silence stretches between the two of you before Jayce breaks it, “Did you mean it?”

You feel your eyes drooping, “Mean what?”

“When you said you loved us?”

“… Yeah. I did.”

“Well, we love you too. Viktor and I talked about it all the times you weren't in the lab. We were gonna confess in a nicer situation but…”

You giggle, “No better time then after a near-death experience.”

Jayce chuckles and reaches for one of your hands, the two of you pass out due to the adrenaline crash and over-use of magic.

If only the happiness stayed.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Jayce? Y/n?”

The two of of whip around and stare at Viktor, where his clothes went, you have no idea. His body is an amalgamation of a red-purple mottled skin, there's bits of metal scattered throughout his body. The only part untouched by the magic is his beautiful face.

“What… am I?”

You and Jayce tear up, it doesn't matter what he is. He's alive.

“Viktor… my god.”

“Youre alive… holy shit you're ALIVE!”

You and Jayce rush the man and squeeze him into a hug, he gasps and stumbles, adjusting his crutch which has turned into a massive staff.

Viktor hugs the two of you back, Jayce lets go first stuttering, “You must be cold, here!” and wraps a dark blue blanket around Viktor as you slowly release yourself from the hug.

“I was supposed to die.”

“But Viktor, Heimerdinger was wrong! The hexcore, it saved you, so did our lovely little mage here.”

Viktor looks a bit shocked, his face barely changed. Just a slight widening of his eyes. That's odd. Viktor's an expressive man, you expected much more than you got.

“I told you to destroy it, and you promised me you would. Since when did you have magical abbilities?”

You laugh sheepishly, “Its a long story, but ill be more than willing to tell you it.”

Viktor nods, “Jayce you should've destroyed it,” the man repeats, his voice a mixture of his usual accent and almost a robotic echo, “It killed Sky.”

The two of you gasp but he just continues on, “She had such dreams. As we all did once.”

Viktor ambles over to the table and picks up a teal book, you and Jayce just look confused, “I’m going to resign from the council,” Jayce states as he walks over to Viktor, he ushers you to follow him, “I understand now. My place was always here, in the lab, with you two. We’ll make this right, together!” Jayce exclaims, an arm around both you and Viktor.

There's a tense silence as Viktor leaves the embrace, with a monotone statement, “I must leave this place, goodbye to you.”

“What?” you gasp, a hand covering your mouth. No. He can't. He was almost on the brink of death and he's alive. He's alive and he's leaving without a care in the world.

Jayce says everything you're thinking, you can't even get more words to leave your throat. You feel like crying. You probably are crying, you can feel the tears slowly streaming down your face.

“Goodbye? Viktor you're my partner— our partner.”

Viktor slowly turns, “Our paths diverged long ago. It was… affection that held us together.”

“You think its so easy? To turn your back while your whole city looks to you for salvation?! To cling to principles while your partner bleeds out in your arms?! I never asked for this!

You chime in, a desperate plea, “Viktor please. I understand you're upset but let us talk it out, like we always do. Please don't go… please don't leave us. We just got you back! It was selfish but we can't lose you! You have to stay!” you cry out, feeling your knees weaken. Jayce is there to support you, if he wasn't you'd be on the ground sobbing, “You have to stay!”

Viktor looks at the two of you, his expression flat, but his eyes sad. They're not golden anymore, you realize with a stab to your heart. They're a kaleidoscope of colours, but no amber.

“Where are you going?” Jayce demands.

Viktor breaks both your hearts with just three words.

“Goodbye, Jayce, Y/n.”

And with that, Viktor turns back around and walks out of the lab.

You crumple to the ground and sob, Jayce follows you, holding you close as the two of you rock back and forth. Jayce lets a few tears fall as well.

Where did it all go wrong?

This is a sad one. Omg, I felt my heart break as I wrote this. Please don't kill me, there's more fluff and smut to be written (as an apology)

Love you guys ❤️

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 dirty little secret ¡

pairing police officer!bfb!Jun-ho x brat!reader

summary Jun-ho catches you red handed, what other way to teach you a lesson than to take advantage of the situation and arrest you, then fuck the attitude out of you? 

warnings smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, praise & degradation, jun-ho putting you in handcuffs, car sex (against it), mention of reader briefly smoking

Someone like yourself should not accompany Jun-ho's head as one frequently does. Yet, there he was, leisurely stroking his hard cock, while reminiscing over the sheepish smile you flashed him earlier, one that shall be deemed innocent, not something he fantasizes about at the dim of midnight. 

He tried, he really did strive to keep a distance, avoid the proximity of your touch when your arm in the slightest bit brushes over his, constantly reminding himself that you were forbidden, someone he could merely admire from afar, as you were his best friend's little sister. 

Jun-ho oughts to respect his friend's wishes, aware how much he cared for you, never missing a chance to scold you whenever you'd engage in any malice acts. Jun-ho would sit back and watch, oddly entertained by your witty attitude, and the way your face would twist with venom, the action so attractive, he fought the urge to arrest you for it. 

It was a dirty, filthy fantasy, the desire to fuck you senseless while you desperately grind down on his cock, to put handcuffs on you and pound into you from behind, where he'd see your ass bounce with each thrust stretching your needy hole. However, all he could do was stroke himself and pretend it was your little fingers doing it instead, in hopes of it actually happening, well aware you were out of his league, way out of his orbit. 

That escalated, when he randomly spotted you in the middle of the woods while he was on duty. He frowned upon seeing you tangled in a bush, with a lit blunt firmly in between your lips. He hesitated over approaching you, doing it with haste, as he deliberately exited the car, afraid he was mistaking you for someone else, but no, it was you. 

He could recognize you from a mile away, not even the bush of weed covering the majority of your face could change that. The boy aimed the flashlight in your direction, halting before he muttered your name, causing you to freeze in your spot. 

The lighter in your hold drops to the floor, leaving you fisting nothing but your manicured fingernails as they dug into the flesh. Your blood ran cold, and you suddenly felt helpless, as a rush of embarrassment washed over you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, hoping this would be a dream, one of your stupid little thoughts, but no, it was really him; Jun-ho. Yeah, you're screwd. 

Why did he of all people have to see you like this; when you do idiotic stuff out of pure stress. You've been overwhelmed the whole day, uncapable of cheering up, till you randomly found a joint lying around in your drawer, leading to you tippy toeing out of the house, and heading towards your go-to place when you wanted to smoke. 

Typically, no cops hung around the area, but today, life had other plans for you, ones not so bad. 

"Is that you?" He continued his unfinished sentence from earlier, gaze shifting down to the joint you smushed to the floor. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jun-ho!" You squealed with fake excitement, stumbling as you stood to your feet. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jus' doing my job, an' you?" One of his brows curled with suspicion, hand finding the curve of his hip. "What's a girl like you doing out here? Aren't you afraid something might happen to you?" 

"A girl like me? C'mon, you think I can't handle myself?" you scoffed, tone hinted with sarcasm. You dusted the dirt off your skirt, leaning down with a purpose, in hopes of Jun-ho stealing a glance at your pink lace-panties, covering nothing, and exposing the shell of your ass. "Besides, you're the one who looks afraid."

"Yeah, obviously," he admitted with shame, stammering out of frustration. "What will your brother say when he knows you're out at such a late hour?" 

"Relax, old man, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Unless you decide to snitch on me..." 

That shoots blood through his veins, clenching his jaw over your attempt to get under his skin. He knows what you were doing, aware of your intentions to mess with him, and fool his already hazy brain into thinking your tone was flirtatious. 

"Get in the car," he demanded, dismissing you with his chin as he took a few steps in your direction, eyes narrowing when he took a whiff of the stiff air. "Were you smoking?" 

"No." You swiftly shook your head, though your tense expression gave the lie away. 

"Yes you were," he insists, directing the flashlight to your feet, and bending down when he spotted the freshly lit blunt now flattened to the floor. "Have you not learned your lesson? How many times did your brother tell you not to smoke? Marijuana, of all things."

"It's one time thing!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. "Don't hold it against me, I was stressed. Now, please don't tell my brother, you know how he gets when he's angry." 

"You think I'll let you off easily?" He muttered, statement somewhat threatening. "I can arrest you for this, you know drugs are illegal, right?"

"But you won't," you tried to cut through the tension heaving the air, attempt falling short when it didn't crack a smile out of the latter. "You're not going to arrest me for that."

"Try me." He clicked his teeth, standing with his chest to your back. He hesitated to reach for your arm, fingers deliberately clutching around your wrist, forcing your forearm to the low of your back. 

Jun-ho repeated the action with your other hand, a breath knocking out of your chest when the sound of a click erupted through your ears, ringing as he locked the handcuffs in place, loose yet firm around your wrists. 

"Wait, you're being for real?" Your eyes widened with shock, an inaudible gasp escaping your throat when he led you towards the car, using the arm to your shoulder to push through the muddy road. "Get these off of me, this is not funny, Jun-ho!"

"Never said it was." He snorted, pinning you to the hood of the car, and fumbling through his pockets to seek the keys hidden in there. "You've been such a bad girl, need someone to do somethin' abour it." 

Your stomach churns with butterflies, somehow turned on by the statement. His tone, it was low, hushed, full of lust deep under all the lies he'd force through his teeth. 

Jun-ho is hot, you weren't one to deny that, however, your insides stirred with more than passing emotions that confuse you whole everytime he was around. Heat radiated off your entire body, the in between your legs specifically, and your knees went jelly, seizing control of your body once you leaned down, till your chest pressed to the hood of the car. 

The action earns a scowl out of the brunet, feigning oblivion to the way his cock twitched in his pants when his gaze landed on your lace panties, now peaking from underneath your skirt. The scene left little to the imagination, he wanted nothing more than to pull the thin fabric of your underwear to side, and pound into you till you no longer were able to coherent normal words out; only able to remember his name through your fuzzy, fucked out brains. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned, forcing his eyes back on your face, bent to the side as you tried to steal a glimpse at him from over your shoulder. 

"Obeying your orders," you mumbled, "I've been a bad girl, officer, need you to do something about it." 

You wiggled your ass around, till the material of your skirt rid up, revealing the plush flesh hidden underneath. The faint moonlight lightly beamed over the skin, creating a small shadow that would've gone unnoticed if Jun-ho's gaze wasn't burning into your soul. 

"Want me to do something about it?" He repeated through a breath, voice shaky, desperate like a loser getting his dick wet for the first time. "Fuck, you can't pull shit like this an' expect me to hold back." 

"Don't hold back." You whispered, lips gaping in a moan when his leg pressed to your heat, patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to tear your panties apart. "You want this too, don't you?" 

"Quit talkin'," He grunted, hand instantly landing on your ass. He almost shuddered, squeezing the fatty skin in between his fingers, then using the pressure of the touch to spread your cheeks out, and fix his gaze on the thin fabric of your panties now drenched with your juices. "Fuck, look at you, such a wet mess for me. Is this turning you on, huh? You enjoy getting humiliated to filth?" 

You mewled at the words, almost yelping when his fingertips grazed over your clothed clit, instantly growing sensetive from the touch. Jun-ho was fully hard now, the fabric of his pants growing tight. 

The sight was out of the world, better than his deepest fantasies, and the pornos he jerked off to while imagining you instead. Your pussy was calling out his name, craving to be touched, by him and him only. 

Jun-ho did not hesitate to drop to his knees, hot breath fanning over the flesh, as he leisurely tugged your panties down, letting them fall once they were loose around your knees. His fingers then travelled to your sides, clutching the waistband of your skirt, and using the elastic to push it up until it's levelled with your waist. 

Goosebumps broke out across your body when his thumb found your slick folds, gliding it from your entrance to your clit, with the purpose of spreading your juices around. 

You were so wet, he could easily slide a finger inside, and that thought alone had no reason making him this hard, underwear wet with a patch of pre-cum.  

"You need to be taught a lesson." He mouthed, lips mere inches away from your cunt. "So desperate and needy for me." 

"Mhmm." You hummed out, eyes falling shut when he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh. "'That feel good."

"Yeah?" He hushed out, littering wet, sloppy kisses to your thighs, trailing a path up to the inner part connecting to your folds. His thumb relaxed over your sensitive nub, leaving you no time to process the gesture before positioning his mouth to your folds. 

Your body jerked with pleasure, hands grasping into nothing as they sat in place beneath the fabric of your skirt, the sensation of his tongue causing you to crumble, as he searched through your folds like a man starved. 

"Fuck!" You whined, arching your back to chase after the fraction of his tongue swirling down from your entrance, to your clit. 

"There you are, that's my good girl." He muffled against your soaked cunt, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nub, too drunk on your pussy juices to comprehend his surroundings, nor the fact that you were still in public. "Such a pretty pussy, only for me to fuck and worship."

A thrill of excitement rushed through your insides, the idea of getting caught increasing your arousal. Jun-ho was no good guy, but he wasn't a bad person either. He did his utmost to follow the rules; however, he was willing to risk it all, lose his job just to have you trembling underneath him while he fucks your needy hole with his tongue. 

Jun-ho's tongue swirled through your folds, now mixed with your arousal and his spit. He leisurely began increasing the pace, slowly but surely, till it was no longer bearable, with your own climax building up. 

He licked a stripe of your entrance, tongue moving up and down, till his mouth landed on your clit. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your nub, making you yelp everytime his teeth would graze over the sensitive flesh. The latter took your fuzzy state for granted, flicking his tongue against your clit, overstimulating you whole, and spiraling a rush of adrenaline through your veins. 

"Jun-ho!" You mewled out, blinking through hooded eyes. You were sure bruises formed around your wrists by now, the repetitive contact of skin creating an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable sensation. "I'm so– I'm so cl–"

Your statement was soon interrupted when Jun-ho suddenly halted, stepping back to steal a glance at your achy cunt, now coated with his spit, as some of it trickles down your legs with a purpose. 

"Don't." He warned, giving your ass a squeeze, using the force of the gesture to tumble himself up. "Don't you dare fuckin' come, you hear me? I'm not done with you." 

"Well then hurry up." You coaxed through a breath, chest pressing against the hood of the car, making you feel dirty. "What are you waiting for?"

"Relax, doll, don't you want me to take care of you?" Jun-ho questioned, tone teasing, full with cockiness. "Wanna feel your desperate pussy clenching around me, y'know how long I'been waiting for that?"

Jun-ho wasted no time, unbuckling his belt, and messily undoing the buttons to his pants. He barely managed to tug the material down, striving to get it off with one of his hands, all while still squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh of your ass. 

"So fuckin' pretty n' perfect, hell, I can't believe I finally have you to myself." He grunted as your ass perked up, chasing after the fraction of his fingers. "Mhm, such a bratty little slut, using me to get off, huh? You know we can't be doing this." 

"No one will know," you hushed out, teeth digging through your bottom lip. "Jus' please– do something."

That was the only assurance he needed. Jun-ho pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock from the tight material. He was rock-hard, it was starting to hurt, tip glistening with pre-cum that kept leaking out. 

He lined his dick with your entrance, the sensation earning an audible gasp out of you, though he only inserted the tip inside, going in leisurely. He stroked his cock up and down, your hole, until it was coated with a glossy, wet layer. 

"Fuck," he hissed, lips parting with a shuddered exhale, watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, practically begging to have him inside you. The sight consumed his brain, eating at him alive. He bunched his shirt in a fist, positioning one of his hands on your hip, the gesture a mere act of closure. "Such a needy slut, begging to be fucked." 

He gave you no time to process the statement, thrusting his cock inside in one go. It caught you off gaurd, yelping as he filled your insides, slowly pumping in and out your hole, just until you got used to how big he was. 

"So big..." you trailed off, spit salivating in your mouth. "Feel' s' good." 

"Yeah?" He spoke through an exhale, heat radiating off his entire figure. He continues pounding into you, spreading your cheeks out to get a better view of your pussy as it squelches around him. "You like that? Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Mhm." You desperately nodded, letting your eyes force shut. "Please, please, please, Jun-ho pleaseeeee." 

"Keep moaning my name, baby." He muttered through gritted teeth, reaching for your waist from beneath your shirt. "Show me who you belong to." 

Both of you were too far gone to care about anything other than his cock as he buries himself inside you. His thrusts increased in pace, and you could not have felt any better, he was so good at what he does, you almost felt jealous of all the other girls he's done this with. 

Jun-ho's arms sneaked their way around your waist, applying enough pressure to pull you up, until your back pressed to his firm chest. The gesture gave the latter more access to your entrance, now able to insert himself deeper, thought it felt impossible. 

His hands kept busy throughout the entire time, fingers landing on your cleavage, before he tucked down the collar of your shirt, to reveal your chest, freeing out your tits to the chilly air. He rolled and pinched at your nipples, kneading it afterwards to soothe away any pain.

Jun-ho's cock pulsed in and out of you, loud breaths filling the air, the atmosphere heavy with desire. He knew exactly what to do, how to please you, how to make you forget the guilt washing over your chest. You couldn't believe it; your dirty fantasies finally coming true, though it didn't feel real whatsoever. 

"Such a whore, offering yourself to me in public?" He stifled out a snort, fisting your hair in between his large digits. "Want me to fuck you here so everyone could see how desperate you are? Hmm, I guess you're not such a good girl after all." 

Your climax approached within every passing second, his hard cock pounding into you doing things to you. It was out of this world, no words could describe the rush of pleasure you were experiencing in the moment. 

"You' close?" He asked, noticing how shaky your legs got under him. "Come for me, sweet girl." 

The following few seconds fixed on you, not long before you came undone, announcing your own orgasm once your legs trembled with pleasure, overstimulated by the fraction of his cock deep and raw inside you. 

"Mhm, there she is." He grunted in your ear, walking you through your high, and his own arousal. "Wanna finish inside you, and make a mess out of your tight pretty hole." 

"Please." You obliged, throwing your head back, with one of your hands landing over his; where it laid flat on your chest. 

His thrusts grew wet and sloppy, coming inside you once his cock kisses your cervix, painting your walls white with his cum. The warmness of his sperm filled up your hole, earning a ragged breath out of the latter, finishing with a hefty groan. 

He took a pause, a smile tugging at his lips when his gaze shifted to you. You scoffed at the cocky grin smothered all over his face, suddenly growing flustered, as heat flushed your face. 

"Why are you staring?" You asked, tiredly fluttering your eyes shut. 

"No reason," he dismissed, caressing the skin around your waist. "You jus' look pretty." 

"Shut up." You attempted to shove him off, action falling short when your attention trailed to your cuffed wrists. "Can you get these off of me?" 

"Hmm," he trailed off, bending down to level his face with yours. He planted a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering out his next words. 

"Only if you say please." 

It felt like a dream; a fever dream. And if this did truly happen, no one were to find out, especially your brother, that's for sure. 

[arc-misadventures]

Friends AU: Still want to know how the other specialists react to pictures of Jaune's nephew, and whether or not Winter is now planning on calling Saphron for Jaune's baby pictures

Sorry, I would have answered these sooner, just couldn't make it work. Until now!

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I Regret That Now

Marrow: Oh gods... it's in my tail?!

Jaune: I thought, Grimm didn't have guts!?

Vine: They don't.

Harriet: Then why the hell am I covered in Grimm guts?!

Winter: Because, you destroyed, Vilbiofactor's creep sack, after you threw a gernade down it's throat, and it exploded. It's filled with biowaste that the, Grimm produces. It fires these as a bioweapon, granted when it get's vomited it is there where it is actually dangerous, so you should be happy you didn't get covered in that.

Harriet: Oooo, listen to misses fancy pants rich Mcgee over here! Fuck you!

Winter: E-Excuse me?!

Jaune: Please forgive her; She's just upset that we're covered in, Grimm guts, and you're not.

Winter: Very well, I'll let it slide...

Jaune: Now then, everyone hit the showers!

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Jaune: Bleh... I swear I got some of that in my mouth... tasted like black licorice.

Marrow: Oww... my tail hurts from all the scrubbing... can you top off my aura, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah sure.

Marrow: Ahh, hahaha! That's the stuff.

Jaune: Oi! What did I say about weird noises when I top off your aura?!

Marrow: Nothing sexual?

Jaune: No! Don't say anything at all!

Marrow: Sorry...

Jaune: Haa whatever... I gotta grab my spare officers uniform now... I need to send all of my stuff to the cleaners. As well as my armour at that! That blasted, Grimm gunk has caked itself onto my armour!

Clover: Hey, relax, Jaune it won't take that long to get rid of it.

Jaune: Oh, stuff it, Lucky Charms!

Clover: What did I do?

Vine: I think he's angry that you didn't get covered in, Grimm guts, even though you were in the blast zone.

Jaune: Very much so.

Clover: Hey?!

Harriet: Ahh~! That's better... you guys doing better?

Jaune: No, only if I can shove, Clover into a mud pit!

Clover: Hey?!

Elm: Good luck with tha...? Hey, Jaune, what are those photos in your locker?

Jaune: These? Oh. they're just photos of my family.

Winter: You put family photos in your locker?

Jaune: Yeah, is there a problem with that?

Vine: Of course it's fine, it's just... There is ten people in that photo alone.

Jaune: Oh yeah, that's my mom, and dad, and my seven sisters.

Elm: Seven sisters?!

Jaune: Yeah, my sisters, and I like to think my parents were really trying for a boy. But, we all know that they just have high libidos... very high libidos... and, loud...

Clover: Ouch.

Harriet: Uhh... Jaune, who's that pair with the kid?

Jaune: Hmm? Oh, that's a photo of my sister, Saphron, and her wife, Terra, and my nephew, Adrian.

Harriet: Nephew...?

Winter: You're... you're an uncle, Jaune...?

Jaune: Yeah.

Harriet: Oh he look adorable!

Winter: He'll be a heartbreaker when he grows up!

Jaune: Uhh, yeah...?

Marrow: You two interested in babies?

Winter: Well...

Harriet: I wouldn't put it like that.

Vine: What, Marrow meant is, are you interested in starting a family one day?

Elm: Oh, you made it sound like you meant something else entirely, Marrow.

Marrow: My bad, I've just seen a lot of woman act weird around babies. Baby fever, and all of that stuff. But, my question still stands, are you two interested in retiring from the, Specialists, and starting a faily?

Winter: Well... I admit... I am interested in having a family some day. With a loving husband, and a few kids running around. But, only with someone special~!

Jaune: Uhh...?

Elm: What about you, Harriet?

Harriet: Oh, I'm in the same boat as, Winter. I hope to have a family one day too, with... with a special someone~!

Clover: Uh oh...

Vine: What about you, Elm?

Elm: Only if they're okay with adoption.

Jaune: Are you okay explaining that?

Harriet: Why are you asking if she's, 'okay' saying she wants to adopt?

Elm: Because, Jaune has a highly analytical mind, and from that one word he figured out that I'm infertile.

Jaune: Damn, I was hopping my guess was wrong...

Harriet: Wait, what?!

Vine: Is that true, Elm?

Elm: Yeah. I was basically born infertile, nothing major, that's just how it is sometimes.

Jaune: I'm sorry to hear that, Elm. I hope I didn't make you upset asking you that.

Elm: It's alright. Like I said, maybe I'll adopt some kid someday. But, at the very least, I can be the cool aunt when you two have kids!

Winter: Well, I'd hold my breath if I was you, I don't know when that will happen. Hopefully, soon though~!

Jaune: Uh oh...

Harriet: Same, but who knows... maybe I'll get 'lucky' some day~!

Clover: Oh shit...

Harriet: Well, I've got to get going, I've got some paperwork I need to catch up on. I'll see you guys later.

Marrow: Yeah, I've got some paperwork to catch up on too.

Winter: Good luck you two. I need to go to the training grounds to check up on some equipment. If you have time to spare, can you help me with them, Elm?

Elm: Sure, lead the way, Winter.

Vine: Well, I'm going to go rest, I am tired from that mission. I'll see you later everyone.

Winter: Goodbye.

Elm: See ya!

Vine: Good luck.

Harriet: Have fun.

Marrow: See you tomorrow!

And, with that; Everyone soon left, leaving the leader, and the rookie of the, Specialists all alone.

Jaune: ...

Clover: ...

Clover: Whelp... we're boned.

Jaune: Pretty much...

Clover: What should we do now?

Jaune: Hmmm...

Jaune: Squeaky Cog?

Clover: Oh gods yes! I really need a drink after hearing what, Harriet hinted at.

Jaune: Same. The way, Winter looked at me... (Shudder!)

Clover: I'm so glad you told me to buy those condoms... Otherwise...

Jaune: Otherwise, I'd be holding you at gun point threatening to fill you full of lead if you didn't marry her. That's if, Winter, or gods forbid, Elm didn't get to you first...

Clover: ...

Clover: N-N-Noted...

Jaune: Good. Now come on, drinks are on me. And, we're going to need it...

Clover: Yeah... We're going to need it...

[maggiesglock]

★ — READ YOU LIKE A BOOK

★ — pairing: professor!abby x fem!librarian

★ — abby always kept an eye on you. working here was her distraction. you were smart, beautiful, and read her with ease.

★ — warnings: sexual content

★ — moodboard by me :)

🏷️ — @rosemariiaa @d3arapril @grey-jedi12 @mystellenia @vicsstufff @layalisthings

The library was quiet in the late afternoon, the golden sunlight streaming through the high windows, illuminating the rows of bookshelves. You were perched on your usual stool at the circulation desk, checking in a cart full of returns when you heard the familiar sound of hesitant footsteps.

Looking up, you saw her--Professor Abby Anderson.

Abby was a regular at the library, often dropping by to borrow research materials for her lectures, or just to spend time reading in the quiet corners of the building. Her reputation on campus was one of brilliance and humility, though she was known to be shy. But with you, there was something else--something that made her smile linger a little longer, her voice lower when she spoke.

"Hey," Abby greeted, her hands shoved into the pockets of her blazer, her cheeks already tinged pink.

"Hi, Professor Anderson," you replied, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "What brings you here today?"

"Abby. Abby is fine," she corrected softly, glancing away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I was, um, hoping you might help me with something."

"Of course I can," you said, setting your work aside. "What'd you need?"

Abby hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I--uh--there's this... thing I'm working on. In my office. At home. And I thought maybe... you'd like to come by? Help me organize?”

You blinked in surprise, her nervousness catching you off guard. It wasn't unusual for professors to ask for help finding books or resources, but an invitation to her home? That was new.

"I'd love to," you said, your curiosity piqued.

Abby's face lit up with a shy smile. "Great. Tonight? Around seven?"

"Sure," you agreed, your heart skipping a beat at the way her blue eyes sparkled.

----

Abby's apartment was exactly what you'd imagined—tidy, warm, and filled with books.

Shelves lined the walls of her living room, and soft lighting gave the space a cozy glow. She led you to her office, a smaller room tucked away at the back of the penthouse.

The office was a mix of order and chaos. Her desk was covered in papers and notebooks, while the shelves were stacked with books of varying sizes, some teetering on the edge. A small couch sat against one wall, and a window overlooked the street below.

"Sorry about the mess," Abby said, scratching the back of her neck. "I've been meaning to organize it for a while, but I always get... distracted."

"It's not so bad," you said, stepping inside and taking it all in. "It feels... lived-in. Comfortable."

She smiled at that, her eyes following you as you wandered around the room.

As you reached her desk, you leaned back against it, running your fingers along the edge. "This is a nice setup," you said, glancing at her.

Abby froze for a moment, her gaze fixed on you. You could see the faintest hint of pink creeping up her neck as her eyes darted from your face to where you were sitting, her mind clearly elsewhere.

"You okay?" you asked, tilting your head in amusement.

"Y-yeah," she stammered, rubbing the back of her neck. "Just, uh... you look really good there."

"On your desk?" you teased, arching an eyebrow.

Abby swallowed hard, her lips curving into a nervous smile. "Maybe."

The air between you grew heavier, the playful tension shifting into something deeper. Abby took a tentative step closer, her hands twitching at her sides as if unsure of what to do.

"You're staring," you pointed out, though your voice was softer now, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Can't help it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Something in her tone made your breath catch. You reached out, brushing your fingers against her hand. That small touch seemed to break the spell holding her back.

Abby closed the distance between you, her hands resting on either side of the desk, caging you in but still giving you space to pull away.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," you whispered, your gaze locked on hers.

Her lips met yours in a tentative kiss, soft and searching. But as you leaned into her, your arms wrapping around her neck, the kiss deepened. Abby's hand found your waist, pulling you closer as her other hand rested on the desk beside you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, her forehead resting against yours.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," Abby admitted, her voice still shaky.

"Why didn't you?" you asked, smiling as you ran your fingers through her blonde hair.

"Didn't think l'd have the courage," she said with a soft laugh.

You cupped her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. "You've got more courage than you think."

“You wanna test that theory?” Abby says, a sly grin creeping across her face.

“Maybe I do, Professor.”

——

You’re sitting pretty on Abby’s sleek, wooden desk, short pencil skirt leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Need you to take this off, honey.” Abby says, gesturing your neatly tucked blouse, that was practically see-through. Seeing you everyday in this little skirt drove Abby crazy, and spreading your legs open for her satisfaction was all she could think about.

“W-whatever you want, professor.” You whine, as Abby slowly slides her hands on your sides, towering over you to kiss your neck.

“What’d I tell you, honey. Abby. Call me Abby.” She says teasingly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“You smell so fuckin’ good, baby.” She murmurs into your ear, kissing that sweet spot on your neck, causing a moan to erupt from your core.

“You liked that, honey?” Abby says with a soft chuckle, taking this as a sign.

“Fuck..” You moan out, as Abby’s thick finger slowly circled your bud through your panties, stimulating you instantly.

“S—shiiittt… Abby. Keep talkin’ to me, please?” You whine again, your digits burying themselves into Abby’s hair, undoing the neat braid she had it in.

“Pussy’s callin’ my name, honey. Let Abby make you feel good, yeah?” She coos, her thick digits moving away from your cunt. You were soaked, and in the moment you were embarrassed that Abby made you feel this way, but you needed this. Bad.

Abby unbuttons your blouse, the lace black bra you wore underneath was a sight to see. Your tits were beautiful, and the dainty necklace you had sat classy right between them.

“You can take it off, Abby.” You tease, as Abby’s eyes were glued to the image in front of her, a discarded blouse with your tits on display, the tightest skirt imaginable with the thinnest lace panties underneath, all over her desk.

“Right, right. Sorry, you’re just… everything I’ve imagined.” She whispers, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, Anderson? Wanna taste me?” You ask with pure seduction, batting your thick eyelashes at her.

She’s melting.

“Wanna fuckin’ taste you so bad, honey.” She says, pushing her glassed up slighty.

“Taste me, Abby.” You tease, stroking her chin.

Abby sinks to her knees, spreading your legs apart. She works her way up your skirt, slowly pulling the lace covering your pussy down. She takes the zipper of your skirt, taking her time to now slide it down your thighs.

Your legs, your thighs, your pussy.

Glistening. Perfect.

“Jesus…” She says, adjusting her glasses. “You’re soaked.”

You moan, her cold fingers caressing your folds, feeling the slick building up.

Abby spreads your legs apart, slotting her mouth right between them.

She laps mercilessly at your cunt, taking in all the juices spilled all over her desk. You tasted just as she imagined, sweet and perfect.

Abby thought about this moment ever since you started working on campus, the image of your plush tits in front of her, your legs open for her.

“Fuck… Abby—right.. mmph.. there.” You manage to moan out, your grip in Abby’s hair unstable.

“Mmm.. taste so… goddamn good, honey.” She groans, her grip on your thighs tightening.

Her tongue thrusts harder into your cunt, the sounds of your wetness pornographic.

“Need you.. to cum.” Abby moans into your pussy, the vibration bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You hadn’t felt like like this in such a long time, taking so much time with your own fingers stuffed in your cunt, in your lonely apartment.

“M’so.. close..” You cry out, causing Abby’s pace to quicken.

She slaps your thighs, and that familiar feeling of warmth erupts in your core.

And just like that, you snap, and cum all over Abby’s tongue.

“Perfect, honey.” She reassures, making sure to lick up every last drop of you.

You catch your breath, as Abby slowly lifts you bridal style, carrying you to her master bedroom.

She lays you down, tucking you under her silk sheets.

“Lemme read to you, yeah?”

[luvingtsumu]

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𖥔 ࣪˖ ( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

you were sure that miya atsumu hates your guts, but could it be it was just his way of coping with the huge crush he had on you?

★ genre: fluff | content: "enemies" to lovers, timeskip!atsumu, repressed feelings, osamu being atsumu's number one hater, hidden crush.

★ author’s note: hey…*taps mic* is this thing on? no? oh ok 😓

Miya Atsumu despised you, that was a fact, you were over that. You didn't knew exactly why, but it was obvious.

You two went to high school together but never really knew about the other's existance until the last year before going to collage, Osamu was the one to introduce him to you, and at first everything seemed casual and normal, but then you were quick to notice how off was the way he acted around you.

He was always serious and seemed to avoid you all he could, he was very cold towards you and wouldn't even look at you in the eye. You tried to dismiss the feeling saying he was just like that, but by the way he acted with everyone else, being cheerfull and annoying, you just knew whatever problem he had, was you.

And even now, 4 years after you two met, you being his team manager and coworker; he still couldn't look at you in the eye.

"Sorry, are you okay?" you asked softly after you two accidentally bumped into each other.

He felt goosebumps and he was quick to mutter a small "Mhm." without looking up, then just as quick as he spoke, he was quick to practically run away.

Once he was safe and hidden behind a vending machine, he allowed himself to let out a breath that he was holding, which came out in a little yelp. His face was fully red and he was breathing heavily, his hand clenching his shirt where his heart was, feeling how it was tumping like a drum.

You stayed in place a bit confused, your eyes going to the ground, where Atsumu's jacket laid on the floor.

You sighed in frustation as you picked it up. What did you do to him? He had to run away everytime? It was a bit disrespectful that he wouldn't look at you in the eye. Did he hate you that much?

...Not really.

Atsumu didn't hate you at all. It was the way his heart reacted every time his eyes landed on you. The way his body always ached to touch you. To run his calloused fingers through your hair. To feel your breath on his neck. Or for you to hear his screams during a passionate night.

"Atsumu?" you called, walking in the direction he went.

He took a big gasp of air, trying to calm himself down as he peeked behind the corner to look at you and see what you were doing. His eyes landed on his jacket, and he cursed himself for being so dumb and letting it fall.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it in and hoping that you wouldn't find him—

"Oh, there you are." you smiled, but your expression quickly dropped as you saw his face "Uh, you're okay?"

Atsumu’s breath hitched as he looked up and sawyou standing in front of him with his jacket in your hands.

He couldn’t move, frozen in place like a deer in headlights. He just continued staring at you, as his heart threatened to burst from his chest.

"Here, you dropped your jacket." you handed it to him, giving him a friendly look.

He managed to reach out and grab the jacket, but before he could say anything, his body betrayed him as a squeak escaped his throat.

He quickly covered his mouth, his face once again turning red in embarrassment.

You raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping your lips "Be more careful next time...And, you sure you're okay?"

Atsumu nodded sheepishly, still covering his mouth to avoid any more embarrassing sounds. His heart was still racing and his palms were sweaty, but he tried to act composed in front of you.

"Yeah, 'm fine." he managed to squeak out, his voice sounding surprisingly hoarse.

"Oh, alright." you sighed "If you need anything, you know where to find me." you smiled at him before you started walking away "Take care."

Atsumu watched you walking away, trying to commit every movement to memory. Every sway of your hips, the way your hair bounced with every step. It drove him insane.

As you turned a corner and disappeared from sight, Atsumu finally collapsed against the vending machine, letting out a deep exhale he didn’t realize he was holding.

He looked down at the jacket in his hands, and he slowly brought it up to his nose, inhaling the faint remnants of your scent. His expression softened as he sighed and finally let the jacket down.

"Damnit... Why does she have this effect on me?" he mentally cursed himself for his own weakness, but he just couldn't help it.

Atsumu ate his fatty tuna at his brother’s restaurant, listening to him talking about a meeting with high school friends.

“Y’know, they’re all gonna be here. Rin, Aran, Kita, Akagi, y/n—”

“Y/N!?” he almost choked on his food “Why her?”

Osamu raised an eyebrow “She’s our friend too, dumbass.”

“Y’know how I get ‘round her.” he whined.

“That’s on ya, ‘m not gonna stop invitin’ her just cuz ya get too nervous ‘round her and act like a child.”

“Is not that easy, y’know?” he grumbled.

“It is, yer just dumb.”

They started a back and forth, Atsumu trying to defend himself and Osamu just calling him stupid.

In the bottom of his heart, Atsumu knew he was stupid. You were just a girl, how could he not be able to ask you out? I mean, of course, you were the most beautiful and intelligent girl he ever met, kind with a heart of gold, talented in every aspect, successful as you could be, with the most gorgeous sense of style, the prettiest eyes on the entire world and a shooting voice that made his knees weak— But that was just you!

Ok. Scratch that. You weren’t just a girl. You were the girl.

And he wanted you to be his girl. He remembers those grey days when you got a boyfriend and invited him to every meeting. God, how he hated him, so annoying and he didn’t even reach your heels.

Maybe Atsumu also didn’t reach your heels, you were too perfect, but he would give his best, his whole heart to you.

“Early as always.” he heard Osamu said as the bell of the store rang.

“Am I the first one?” Atsumu heard your angelic voice, his eyes falling to the floor immediately, he couldn’t stand making eye contact with you.

“Yep.” Osamu said.

You chuckled and walked towards where Atsumu was sat, sitting next to him “Hi.” you greeted him.

“Hey.” he said, his voice sounding rude. He bit his tongue. Why did it always sounded like that?

You sighed, Osamu had gone into the back of the store, and being in a room in silence was not something you enjoyed.

“So…Are you nervous for the next match?” you cleared your throat as you tried to initiate conversation.

“No.” he mumbled.

“Oh.” you said, frustrated at his lack of common sense to notice how tense everything was, and your want to start a conversation. But this is how it was, Miya Atsumu hated you.

“Well, you’re a professional so, I guess even if it’s a big game you’re not nervous…” you mumbled.

“Yep.” he said.

Atsumu’s palms were soaked in sweat, he was so nervous, you were sitting so close and the light of the bar made you glow so pretty. He wanted nothing but to have a normal conversation with you, but his nerves just made it impossible.

He felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest and he was worried you could hear him.

In the back of his mind, he could see Osamu making fun of him, telling him how he’s never getting anywhere if he can’t even have a conversation with you. The thought pissed him off, cause Osamu was right.

He took a deep breath then let it out slowly before he finally turned to see you. For the first time, actually looking at you in your eyes.

“Well, I can get nervous sometimes but ‘m very confident fer this match, so I ain’t feelin’ anxious at all, y’know?” he said, his smile trembling.

Were you gonna just laugh? Will you continue the conversation? Did he look stupid? What if his breath smell bad? Oh god, he shouldn’t have. He should just keep to himself and—

“Oh! Really?” you smiled as he continued the conversation, you suddenly felt relieved “I think it’s normal, and you should be confident, you have been playing incredibly this session, and your statistics are just going up.”

Now that he was looking directly at you, your faces so close to eachother, you could see him perfectly. He was pretty cute, no wonder why he had a big fanbase. He had big eyes, his lips looked soft and he had some freckles on his cheeks, almost invisible from far away, almost.

Atsumu felt his heart raising, his smile suddenly becoming bigger but he tried to control it, but he couldn’t control the way his cheeks became red.

“T-thanks— I— uh..” he cleared his throat “Ya know who’s a little nervous tho? Bokkun and Shoyo. They’re talkin’ ‘bout the team we’re goin’ against to every few minutes, ya should give ‘em a hand.” he chuckled, and you did too.

You chuckled. He had seen it before, but never was the reason of it. And god, that smile, he just wanted to tell you another joke just to see it again, he suddenly wanted to become a comedian, a clown that made you giggle until your stomach hurt.

Yes, Miya Atsumu didn’t hated you. He was deeply in love with you, and he now realized that being scared of his feelings wasn’t taking him nowhere. Not when he needed you like he needed air.

“Hey, after this ya wanna go to the movies with me?”

You blinked a few times. Atsumu bit his tongue.

“Ya don’t have to—”

“It would be a pleasure.”

Click!

[wastelandzella]

charm

in which- matt takes you into the bathroom at the family wedding 

warnings- fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), dom!matt, sub!reader

note- this is v short AND my first time writing anything ever so please bear with me if it sucks

you couldn't stop staring at him from across the room. he looks so fucking good in that suit. matt brought you as his date to this wedding and all night he's been teasing you. lightly grazing your ass, kissing your neck and whispering in your ear. after what felt like an eternity, you finally stood up and began to walk over to him pulling him away from the family member he was talking to. you tug on the sleeve of his suit "is there a bathroom?" you mumbled looking up at him. his brows raised at what you were hinting at.

he leant down to whisper in your ear "aww" he mocked "little slut wants to go fuck in the bathroom?" he taunted you with a smirk on his face. you pout as you look at him with pleading eyes. you nod subtly as he wraps his hand around your waist pulling you into him. "lets go find a restroom then huh?"

you smile softly as you two begin walking around the wedding venue with his hand on the small of your back, waiting in anticipation. finally stumbling across one he pulls you inside, locking the door behind you stalking towards you until you end up pressed against the wall, he grabbed your jaw softly pulling you towards him and pecking your lips.

once.

twice.

third times a charm.

his kisses became rough, his tongue slipping into your mouth. you moan lightly as his hand trails down your neck, giving it a light squeeze while the one hand on your hips moves you to the sink as he lifts you up. your arms wrapping around his neck lips still intact as he starts pushing your dress up. his fingers graze your panties. he laughs lightly "so wet and i haven't even done anything. so pathetic baby" he taunts as you whine at the sensation of his fingers.

he pushes your panties to the side, rubbing up and down your slit before pushing his two fingers inside of you. you moan his name loudly and he covers it with a kiss. he hums into the kiss, continuing to roughly shove his fingers inside of you, his thumb going to rub your clit. just as the knot inside your stomach getting tighter he pulls his fingers out of you , grabbing your jaw. "suck." you let him slip his fingers into your mouth sucking them clean.

"matt please" you whimper the second he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. all you need is him right now you're so full of lust and so drunk off of him. you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his dick out of his boxers, "use your words sweetheart"

"i want you to fuck me matt please" you beg, and that's all it takes as he flips you around, pushing you against the sink, pulls your panties to the side and roughly pushes his cock into you. your mouth opens as a breathy moan comes out. you hear his grunts as he harshly pounds into you. he grips your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you, "look at you taking me so well, pretty girl."

you lock eyes with him in the mirror watching as he pounds into. your eyes shut as you feel yourself getting close. "matt p-please don't stop" you babble.

"c'mon baby cum all over my cock." his words send you into a spiral as he quickens his pace. his fingers going to stimulate your bundle of nerves. your moan got louder as you continue chanting his name. "cum inside me please" you beg.

as you both finish in unison he pulls out slowly watching his cum leak out of your throbbing pussy, then using his finger to push it back inside you as you hiss at the over stimulation. he moves your panties back in place, pulling your dress back down. "good job baby."

AHHH this is scary idk i hope u liked

[thetepes]

so gen question i hope doenst come across as offensive, but in your bio you say you dont like how the topic of lily is discussed and thats why you made ur blog. but it seems like you're agreeing with the other blogs in the lily-sphere uncritically. so which ones were you initially frustrated with, and what was the behavior you found so wrong in the first place?

I also think the lily hating has long since crossed over into lolcowing, to the extent that its very difficult to imagine real accountability is possible anymore. I agree with the stance you take in a lot of your posts, and then i see you reblogging and agreeing with the worst offenders in the lily sphere so like. have you changed your mind?

Look, I'm upset right now so excuse me if I'm terse, but I've REPEATEDLY and VERY LOUDLY admonished people for not giving a shit about her racism and homophobic bullshit.

I am extremely critical of who I reblog because there are plenty of people in this space who are just in it for the attention and bants, I've not been shy about that. I refuse to even follow people who post worthless shit.

I know you mean Sai, just say Sai. Sai has talked repeatedly about Lily's abuse of Courtney, Britt, in general, her trying to take away both her and Ant's channels, her racism, and her pedo inclinations. She might not cover it in totality on stream or in one big long video, but she doesn't shy from it. She's talked about it on stream.

She's also the only one of 3 people who checked on me behind the scenes after I was racially abused and purposefully triggered. She's also been one of Britt's loudest supporters.

I don't agree with her on a lot, I've openly not agreed with her on a lot. I've told her personally what I don't agree with her on. I've told her she can be out of pocket. She's one of those fun people you can go "Ayo, I disagree." and have a conversation with. There are some things she's just not going to budge on, donkey of a woman, and that's just fine with me.

And let's be fucking real, she's one of few in this space that takes the racism seriously. I've seen what people say. I know they only care until someone cries "You're not focusing on the important topics enough" then they call it "Lily being mean" because maybe six people in this space at most can handle confrontation and their ally ship only extends to the tip of their nose.

The media takes matter because that's where she shows her racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and pedophile inclinations the most. She couldn't even review hamtaro without making it weird with adding incest and sexualizing a literal baby hamster. Going over the media takes shouldn't be the main focus, but it serves a very good purpose.

My aim on here was to talk about her racism. It matters. Even if it's just me screaming about it in this godforsaken space, it matters. I'm tired of racism being given a free pass because it's progressive to hate asians and fetishize anyone darker than tea stain on teeth. I'm tired, as a CSA survivor, of the shit she's made like The MLP pedophile rape game getting a free pass.

I'm tired of people like you pretending none of this matters anymore because there was no big Lily left the internet blow up. That's not how things work most of the time, sorry. People like her and Birdie and Patricia and any of the other people I've mentioned on here don't take accountability and the police don't give a shit about online crimes most of the time. I'd know, I was blamed by them for being groomed as a kid and told I wanted it because I went in those spaces.

All we can do is keep pointing it out, supporting victims, and raising awareness of not just Lily, but other people like her that just will not face the justice their victims deserve while trying to mitigate harm. If you don't want to be a part of that, fine. Harm reduction is work and it's work you will not be acknowledged for. My advice is curate your experience like an adult. That's the healthiest and happiest way to live your life online and off.

So no, I've not changed my mind.

[earthlyangelbby]

Cupid's Curveball

Chapter 1: The Silas Situation

1.7k words

Sfw

Summary: A normal hangout takes a turn when you confess you've never had a Valentine and your lack of a date to the Cupid's Ball. Which isn't really Eddie’s scene, but he's very interested in who exactly you want to go with. He gets his answer and while suspicious he decides to help you get the date.

Authors Note: This is set 1986 if Eddie just got to be a normal senior. He's 19, and you're 18 both seniors.

February 7th 1986

Here you were, sitting crisscross applesauce on Eddie’s bedroom floor. The room was dim, with a warm haze hanging in the air, the faint smell of incense mixing with something sharper,  you thought it was the lingering trace of Eddie’s cologne. His walls were covered in band posters and random doodles he’d tacked up, each one so him it made your chest ache. But despite the familiar comfort of the room, you weren’t feeling your typical light and giggly self.

You glanced up at Eddie, lounging on his bed like he didn’t have a care in the world. His curls framed his face, and for a second, you thought about how good his jawline looked from this angle.

“Is this new or something I’ve had before?” you asked, your voice quieter than usual.

Eddie’s lips trilled like a horse's, and his dark eyes shifted up as if searching the ceiling for an answer. “Uhhh, yeah, this is the same stuff I picked up from Rick like two weeks ago.” He glanced down at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? Are you not feeling it?”

You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, I’m definitely feeling it.”

He didn’t look convinced. His lips pressed into a line before he asked, “What’s up then? You’re not giggly like you usually are.”

You hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek. It felt stupid to say out loud, but the weight of the thought sat heavy on your chest. Finally, you let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I don’t know. I just kinda feel sad... It’s something stupid.”

Eddie’s expression softened, his usual cocky smirk replaced by genuine concern. He scooched closer, leaning down toward you on the floor. His big, brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat. You weren’t sure if it was the haze or just him, but you felt... safe.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “You can tell me.”

You leaned back on your hands, feeling the soft surface of the carpet against your palms. Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes, hoping the words would sound less ridiculous when you said them aloud. “I’m bummed because I’ve never had a valentine, and I really want one. But that kind of thing is stupid, right? Corporate Hallmark crap, blah blah blah. And no one’s asked me to the Cupid’s Ball yet.” The words spilled out in a rush, followed by a sigh of relief.

Eddie straightened, his eyebrows lifting. He grabbed your shoulders gently, forcing you to sit up and meet his gaze. His touch was firm, but not overbearing, and you couldn’t ignore the warmth of his hands through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Hey,” he said, his tone low but earnest. “Just because I think it’s all corporate crap doesn’t mean you have to. I can still listen when you talk about stuff. If it means something to you, it means something. Okay?”

He’s saying stuff like, "If it means something to you, it means something." Ugh, stop being so understanding, Eddie! It’s bad enough that I can’t stop thinking about how your hands felt, and now you’re making me think about… other things. Like what it would be like to actually go to that dance with you. Would you spin me around or just sit in a corner, cracking jokes to make me laugh? Ugh, stop it. He doesn’t see me like that. Right? 

You nodded, a little embarrassed now because the way his hands lingered made your stomach twist in a way you didn’t fully understand—or maybe didn’t want to admit.

Eddie let go and sat crisscross in front of you, leaning back against his bed. His movements were casual, but you thought you caught the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away for a second before speaking. “Just ask someone to the Cupid’s Ball or whatever.”

“I can’t,” you huffed out, crossing your arms in frustration.

“Why not?” His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head in confusion.

You pouted, avoiding his gaze. “The guy is supposed to ask.”

Eddie frowned, and a silence fell between you. He was quiet for a beat too long, and you wondered what was going through his mind. Was he going to say something sarcastic? Was he judging you? Why did she have to look so cute? That little furrow in her brow makes me want to reach out and smooth them away. Is this what liking someone feels like? It’s not like I’ve never noticed her before. I definitely have. But right now she’s sitting there on my floor in my room, and her voice is so soft it’s messing with my head. I could offer to take her to the dance... No, that’s stupid. If she wanted me to, she wouldn’t be upset about it in the first place.

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his weight a little. “Okay, so what if we come up with a plan?”

You frowned, confused. “A plan for what?”

“For you to ask this guy to the dance.” He shrugged casually, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as he said it. “I mean, screw tradition. If you want to go with him, just ask him.”

You bit your lip, unsure. “I don’t know, Eddie. What if he says no?”

Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then he’s an idiot, and we’ll find someone else to go with you. But seriously, I’ll help you figure out how to ask. It doesn’t have to be some big deal.”

Why does he have to be so sweet? The way he’s leaning in and actually trying to help makes my heart flutter, and I don’t know how to stop it. Is he really just being a good friend, or is this something more? I wish I knew, but I can’t bring myself to ask.

“Okay,” you said softly, feeling your cheeks warm. “What do we do first?”

Eddie grinned, his confidence returning. “First, we figure out what this guy likes. Then we make it impossible for him to say no.

Why does this feel like a punch to the gut? She’s sitting here talking about some guy she likes, and all I can think about is how much I wish it was me. Maybe it’s stupid, but I need to know who it is—it’s like I can’t help myself.  

Eddie tilted his head, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Alright, before we-, you gotta tell me…. Who is this guy, anyway?”  

Panic overtook your body and the only name you could think of was Edward Silas Munson. On repeat in your stupid lovesick brain. “Uh, his name is Silas.” 

Silas? Who the hell is Silas? And why does that name sound familiar? Wait—hold on. That’s my middle name. Is she messing with me?

Eddie blinked, his smirk faltering slightly as he processed what you said. “Silas?” he repeated, tilting his head like he was trying to put the pieces together. “So, uh… where’d you meet this guy?”

 Crap, why did I say that? His middle name was the first thing that came to mind, and now I have to sell this. Keep it together!

“At my volunteer thing,” you said quickly, smoothing your hands over your jeans. “You know, the animal shelter I go to on Sundays? He’s there sometimes, helping out.”

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, suspicion flickering in his dark eyes. “Oh, yeah? A guy named Silas, who works with animals? That’s… cool. What else is he into?”

 Why is he asking so many questions? Does he think I’m lying? Oh God, what if he figures it out?

“Um, well… he plays guitar. And he’s into metal,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Really cool guy. Super chill.”

A guy named Silas who plays guitar, loves metal, and works at an animal shelter? That sounds an awful lot like… me. Is she messing with me, or is this some kind of hint? Either way, it’s messing with my head. Maybe not everything is about you Munson. 

Eddie leaned back, crossing his arms, his expression unreadable. “Sounds like a solid dude,” he said, though his voice was quieter than usual. “You want me to help you figure out how to ask him to the dance?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. “That would be… nice.”

Eddie gave a small nod, though his mind raced. “Alright, let’s figure this out,” he said, his tone low and a little hesitant. “We’ll make sure Silas can’t say no.”

Your heart thudded out of your chest. “How are we gonna do that?” 

Eddie looked up at you, “Give me tonight to think about it. Tomorrow we start, sweetheart.”

The sound of the clock ticking on Eddie’s wall caught your attention, and you glanced at the time. Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh, crap,” you murmured, pushing yourself up off the floor. “It’s almost 11. curfew.”

Eddie stood, stretching lazily before grabbing his keys from the dresser. “Alright, I’ll get you home, princess,” he said with a grin, motioning for you to follow him.

The drive was quiet at first, the soft hum of the van filling the space. Eddie tapped his fingers on the wheel, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “So,” he said casually, breaking the silence, “this Silas guy… he better not flake on you for that dance.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Why do you keep bringing him up?”

Eddie smirked, shrugging one shoulder. “Just saying. A girl like you deserves someone who’ll show up, make it a good time, you know? And if he doesn’t, well… I might have to have a word with him.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a lopsided grin, his eyes briefly meeting yours before returning to the road. “But you still hang out with me. So what does that say about you?”

The warmth in his tone made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand. As he pulled up in front of your house, you lingered for a moment, fingers brushing the strap of your bag. “Thanks for the ride,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, his voice gentle but teasing, as though he didn’t want the moment to end either. “See you tomorrow. Rest up. Big plans to make.”

You nodded, stepping out into the cool night air with a heart that felt heavier and lighter all at once.

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