#i plead pointlessly

[onlygarden]

[can i watch?] - park sunghoon

genre: smut, some fluff

description: when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom just before you're about to shave your intimate parts, he decides he needs to watch you.

sunghoon x female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, dom sunghoon, sunghoon is down bad for reader and can barely control himself lmao (he's so cutie), sunghoon is a little rough 18+

a/n: i got this idea suddenly while i was shaving in the shower hehe i neeeeeded to bring it to life i hope u guys get me

you step into the humidity of the shower, the steam enveloping you and filling your pores. your body immediately warms. you allow yourself to fully relax as the hot water glides soothingly along your body. after washing up, your mind is plagued with the reminder of needing to shave, already feeling annoyed by the tedious task. didn’t i just shave not too long ago? why does body hair have to grow so fast? you think pointlessly to yourself. 

the sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, and you peek around the shower curtain to see sunghoon brushing his teeth. he notices you, and immediately bites back a smile. 

“you’re gonna get water all over the rug, idiot,” he teases, the sound of his voice being muffled by his toothbrush making you giggle. 

you playfully scowl. “the curtain’s hardly open, idiot,” you respond, “and you’re gonna get toothpaste all over the floor if you keep trying to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth,” you jest. sunghoon laughs immediately, your playful smirk stretching into a wide smile following his infectious laughter. 

you close the curtain, and you can hear the subtle sounds of your boyfriend rinsing his mouth. a sudden, dramatic sigh travels through the bathroom. 

“why does it take you an eternity to shower?” he pokes jokingly. “are you not done already?” the shower curtain is promptly yanked open to allow your boyfriend enough space to point to his wrist playfully, signaling for you to hurry up. 

you can’t conceal your surprise at his sudden action, but you break into a fit of laughter at his silliness, pushing his body away and shutting the curtain. “you’re scum,” you tell him, as you continue to laugh. “don’t you have any manners?” when he begins speaking you can tell by the volume of his voice that he’s still close to the curtain. “after fucking you senseless so many times i figured you were cool with me seeing you naked,” he digs, anticipating your reaction with a smile on his face.

you peek your head outside of the shower once again, greeting sunghoon with repeated smacks to his chest before returning to the flow of warm water. sunghoon stumbles back a bit, letting out an ‘ah’ through his laughter as your hand thumped against him. 

 “what else do you even need to do? haven’t you finished washing up by now?” sunghoon asks from the other side of the curtain. how cute is he, getting impatient as your time in the shower interrupts your time with him. 

“i’ll be done soon, i just need to finish shaving,” you tell him, completely oblivious to the idea that appeared unexpectedly in your boyfriend’s mind. 

“can i watch?” he asks, an ill-fitting casual tone lacing his brazen words. 

what?

you’re wildly flustered by his sudden request. 

“why would you want to? i promise it’s not anything special,” you tell him, confused as to why he’d want to watch you do such a simple thing in the first place. he was probably expecting your intimate parts to be put on an alluring display, but it’s not like you ever looked irresistibly attractive while you shaved. 

“please just let me watch, i’ve always been curious about it,” he pleads, his hopes of convincing you to comply with his request resting in the sky. “anything you do is special. and sexy.” 

gosh. you sigh. how were you supposed to resist your precious boyfriend when he asked you like that? his curiosity towards the way you complete such a mundane function seemed genuine, anyway. 

you comply, although you make him understand the conditions of his request. 

“fine. but it won’t be sexy, just so you know. i’m just gonna shave in the same unflattering position that i always do.” 

sunghoon flings the shower curtain aside with excitement, looking directly into your eyes with a faint smirk dusting his features. god, he’s so attractive, you thought. you could just melt into a puddle under his gaze. 

“do i have to remind you that you’re always sexy, even when you aren’t trying to look sexy?” 

a wide smile crawls across your face, your lips utterly betraying you, and you bite your lip to prevent it from growing any further. “shut up,” you say, turning around to grab your razor, then sitting down with your back resting against the wall of the shower. 

sunghoon leans his shoulder against the wall near the shower, crossing his arms over his chest. his intense stare almost made you uncomfortable, but you remember his undeniable desire to watch you do this, and his enthusiasm assists you in relaxing. he was your boyfriend, after all. you were always candid around him. he’s seen you do everything, whether you felt attractive or not. 

you separate your legs, completely exposing the most intimate part of yourself in such a natural setting. sunghoon inhales sharply. 

you look up at him, noticing the sudden heaviness of his expression, his features tugged down by such a tempting display. his eyelids were notably lax. is he already starting to get turned on? 

upon noticing your gaze, his stare travels from your unshaven pussy to your eyes. 

“you ready for the show?” you joke, relieving a bit of the tension. i’ll end up hurting myself if i get turned on, too. sunghoon smiles a bit. “i’m stoked,” he replies with the same friskiness. 

you slightly adjust the way you were sitting to give yourself a proper view of each spot that needed your razor’s attention. you begin gliding the razor across the sensitive skin attentively, using your fingers to spread yourself as you needed. sunghoon’s eyes were stubbornly locked onto the scene in front of him. 

the way your fingers moved across your pussy, although you weren’t trying to pleasure yourself it still drove him insane. blood began rushing to his cock and the speed of his breathing steadily increased. he throbbed in his sweatpants. you enthralled him. he almost couldn’t take it. why would he ask to be tortured like this? idly watching you, pussy exposed, as you casually glided the razor and your fingers across your delicate skin. 

god he was so turned on. he struggled to contain his predatory cravings while you carefully shaved yourself, since he didn’t want you to end up getting hurt. still, he needed you painfully. 

“babe, finish up,” sunghoon suddenly says, voice deep and breathless. your pussy throbbed a bit at the desperation in his voice, and with the way you were fully exposed before him, you know he must’ve noticed it. 

“i’m almost done, baby. just one more thing,” you say tenderly. 

his awestricken gaze remains attached to you as you suddenly stand up. he impatiently slips off his shirt, wanting to be ready to latch onto you when you’re finally finished. 

you turn your body around, sunghoon’s eyes immediately traveling the expanse of your bare shoulders, moving to the curves of your waist, and utterly basking in the plumpness of your lovely behind. your skin burned as you could feel his intense stare. 

although you were never uneasy around sunghoon, what you were about to do next made you a bit too bashful to face him. 

you spread your ass apart to shave the space in between, wanting to make sure all your intimate parts were perfectly smooth. sunghoon’s mouth falls open slightly in astonishment, and he exhales heavily, eyes fluttering in a faint manner. did you enjoy torturing him? 

hearing his reaction, you’re quite surprised that he actually found your actions sexy, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. 

sunghoon was so aroused he felt like he could explode. the fight against his inner desire to touch you is increasing rapidly in difficulty. he quickly removes his sweatpants and boxers, his painfully solid cock springing free, already dripping in anticipation of being sheathed inside your heavenly pussy. 

you rinse your razor off underneath the stream of the shower, and you quickly rinse your body to rid yourself of any tiny loose hairs. 

“all done,” you say, turning to look at sunghoon, the unobstructed sight of his naked body sending heat across your skin. 

he quickly joins you in the shower, shutting the curtain behind him and grabbing your hips with fervor. he pulls you towards him until his cock is poking at your stomach, and he walks forward until you thud against the shower wall. your hands reach his chest, gliding across the skin until they rest upon his shoulders. 

“you looked so fucking sexy doing that,” his hands begin to tighten around your hips as if he was starving, and you were the meal he was aching to devour. “it was so hard to stop myself from pushing you against the wall and fucking you until can barely speak,” he connects his lips with yours before you can even react to his crude words, and you can immediately feel the fierce, greedy arousal that had been welling up inside him. 

he shoves his tongue into your mouth, too hungry to play the slow and gentle game with you. he felt like he could burst at the seams. 

his hand moves from your hips to your pussy, his middle finger sliding eagerly between your folds, exploring and inspecting you to check if you were ready to take him. he just couldn’t take it. he’d never felt so impatient about anything in his life. 

he breathes out as you moan quietly into his mouth, your voice breaking and your volume suddenly increasing as he shoves his middle finger inside of you with haste. you grip the space between his neck and shoulder in desperation. 

he pulls his face away from yours to watch your features contort as he pumps his middle finger slowly inside of you. 

“you really this wet just from me looking at you?” his palm makes repeated contact with your clit, and his finger persistently skates along the spongy patch inside of you.  

“should i stretch you out some more? hm?” he asks, not truly expecting an answer. his ring finger glides directly beside his other digit, and his pumping grows rapid once both fingers are fully enveloped by your warmth. 

grabbing the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg up to gain a more generous angle. he admired as your pussy laid on display, just for him. just how he wanted it to be. 

your eyes nearly flutter shut, your face twitching in bliss as his fingers move in and out of you at a swift pace. his palm made contact with your clit each time his fingers rammed inside of you, and the way he stared menacingly into your eyes as he forced you open on his fingers entirely overwhelmed you. your eyes already burned with tears from the pleasure sunghoon piled onto you. 

he smirked down at you. how cute, he thought. 

“aw baby, are you already crying for me?” his fingers don’t falter as he speaks to you condescendingly. 

“is my cock gonna be too much for you?” you shake your head urgently, sunghoon’s skilled fingers sending your mind to an unimaginable state, beyond delirious. sunghoon lets out a satisfied chuckle before he speaks again. 

“i know it’s not. you’re just gonna take it however i give it to you.” as his words fall out of his mouth menacingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dizzy and empty before lowering your leg. sunghoon already waited enough. he needed to be inside you. 

“turn around,” he says bluntly. you quickly oblige, never daring to question a request during sex with sunghoon. 

your hands rest against the slippery shower wall, and you feel sunghoon’s hands upon your hips again, pulling them back until he’s pleased with your position. twinged with desire for you, sunghoon’s hands find your ass and he spreads it apart, smacking it. how relieving was it that he could finally touch you the way he desperately wanted to as he watched you moments before. 

sunghoon kisses your back, causing you to twitch. his lips move to the side of your neck before grazing your ear, his nose sniffing your hair. he was intoxicated by everything about you. 

“need to know you’re ready for me,” he whispers, waiting for your approval before letting his impulses take control of him. 

“i’m ready, sunghoon.” you announce gently.

his length, unimaginably stiff with need, rams into you abruptly to the hilt. sunghoon takes a moment to revel in the fact that he’s finally surrounded by your pussy. your warm silky pussy was hugging him so snugly, and he’s never felt more compelled by anything in his entire lifetime. 

he starts ramming into you, punishing your insides with the ferocity and speed of his hips. his grip on your hips tightens to a painful measure, his nails digging into your skin, showing you just how hungrily he longed to bury himself into you, just how deprived he was of the pleasure you provided him with.

“hoon, slow down! too fast!” you moan out, barely finding the ability to speak due to the way he relentlessly tore through you. 

he continued the way he torturously snapped into you, not changing the way his hips moved in the slightest.

“you know i can’t, baby,” he breathes out, “just be a good girl and take it for me, like you always do.” as he continues his harsh dealing of your body, your moans begin to sound more like sobs. 

god, he was obsessed with it. 

“it’s ok baby, fuck, i know you can do it.” sunghoon was in bliss. there was no way he could stop now, especially when he knew you could handle it. sunghoon knows you well enough to recognize when you’re at your limit, and you still had more to give him.

“ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” sunghoon groans, using one hand to brace himself against the shower wall. you were absolutely falling apart underneath him. 

“so soft, so pretty for me,” he tells you, his brows furrowing as he surrenders himself entirely to your pleasure. he moves to attach his lips to your neck, and your mouth gapes open, your cries now struggling to leave your throat. 

“close, sunghoon,” you manage to tell him, and the way your name falls off his lips along with the uncontrollable moans you let out leaves him dazed. 

“oh god baby, me too,” he says, his voice strained. he returns his lips to your neck, breathy groans leaving him as he grows closer to spilling inside of you. 

his hand that rested on your hip glides along your stomach and down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles causing you to shove your hips back towards him. his lips detach from your neck as he moans deeply. you grab his forearm, pleading with him to take it easier on you, but he continues regardless. 

you cuss and stutter out sunghoon’s name as you cum, your body curling forward slightly, utterly overwhelmed by the blinding waves of pleasure coursing through you. you barely register sunghoon’s chants of “that’s it, baby,” as your eyes flutter and roll back, your body trying to handle the orgasm that sunghoon just gave you. 

the way your body shook and your pussy spasmed around his cock made sunghoon squeeze your hip brutally as he groaned, closing his eyes. he spilled inside you, his mouth falling open as deep, breathy moans fell from his lips in slow succession, the pace of his hips slowing to a complete stop. he furrowed his brows, astonished by the high that only you could give rise to.

he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burrowing his face into your neck as the both of you recovered. the feeling of his breath against your neck sent chills fiercely coursing through you. 

“god, you’re amazing,” he mumbles into your neck, placing his parted lips on the moist skin softly, his breath still hitting your neck with the wispiness of a feather. you smile, turning to glance back at him as his head lifts from the refuge of your skin. 

he pulls his length out of you slowly, now drenched in your essence having just been plunged inside of you. his length gradually leaves you empty as your pussy returns to it’s normal size, reminding you just how much he stretched you out. 

he turns your body around, moving his hands fondly along the curve of your waist, fingers satisfied by the smoothness of the trail they traveled. he pauses when he notices the prominent nail marks and bruises around your hips. you can recall the way he heedlessly attacked your hips while drilling into you, but you weren’t burdened by it at all. 

he frowns and shifts his eyes to meet yours. “i’m really sorry, baby, i didn’t realize,” he says regretfully. “are you hurt?” he asks with concern, hoping for a certain answer. the endless domain of his shiny brown eyes makes you melt, your adoration for him swelling within you. 

you smile a bit, shaking your head to convey your lighthearted perception of his actions. “hoon, i’m fine. it didn’t bother me one bit,” you assure him, pinching his cheek. 

his expression flips with a bright cheekiness at your admission. “yea, i could tell,” he pokes, beginning to dramatically mimic the sounds of your pleasured cries from moments ago. 

you gasp, lifting your fist to bash the side of it into his chest repeatedly. sunghoon laughs, his embarrassing mockery of you stopping as you began your onslaught. you push his giggling body off of you and pout in jest. you move past him to step towards the warm water, rinsing your sweaty body. 

you feel his hands drifting across your body again as he sweetly says, “here, let me wash you up.”

[luveline]

Hey Jade! I was wondering if you could do some Derek Morgan comfort?! Maybe reader who deals with headaches/migraines?

Hope you're having a nice day/night!!💛

thanks lovely, you too!

You're pinching the bridge of your nose pointlessly when Derek and Spencer arrive that morning. 

“D'you guys do a coffee run?” you ask, surprised to see them come in at the same time. 

“We did!” Spencer says, putting a paper cup down in front of you. “I got you a donut, too.” 

“Thanks, honey,” you say, rubbing the hot spot between your brows to no results. Spencer smiles, pleased, and sits at his desk with the bag of donuts to start a napkin dissemination. 

You wrap your hand around the coffee and let it warm your fingers. 

“You okay?” Derek asks. His brows are pinched upwards at the starts but otherwise furrowed. “You don't look happy.” 

“I have a headache,” you admit. Talking is twice as hard with the pain pulsing behind your eyes; you slur. 

“What?” 

What does he mean, what? You look up from the desk in confusion, but he isn't confused like you, he's borderline upset. “It's not that bad,” you say. 

“It looks pretty bad where I'm standing.” 

Derek grabs the back of your chair and turns you toward him, his expression a mirror of your own discontent. He's wearing a short-sleeved shirt that in any other circumstance would draw your attention, and the badge clipped to his shirt is wonky. 

You're in pain, but you like him. You care about him in the weird way that makes you want to make him breakfast and tie his shoelaces. He is not a man that needs coddling, but you can't restrain yourself, reaching for his pocket to right his badge. 

He laughs quietly. “You're squinting.” 

“Pain's in my eyes.” 

“Sweetheart.” He takes your face in one hand and turns it down, away from the harsh office lights. “You're impossible to understand.” 

You laugh but wince when a flame of pain sparks anew. “I think it's travelling. It's in my brain.” 

“That's your second best feature.” 

“Don't make me laugh,” you plead. 

Morgan gives your cheek a rub with his thumb before pulling away. He takes the few steps to his desk and opens the drawer, pulling out a familiar pair of sleek black Ray-ban shades. “Here. Try these on for size,” he says, opening the arms wide. 

You close your eyes, but there's no need. Derek's extremely careful pushing them over your ears and up your nose. 

“Too sunny in here?” Blake asks, bemused as she skirts past with her mug of tea, her baby bump nudging the back of your chair. 

“Poor girl's not feeling good,” Derek answers for you. 

“Poor girl thought you felt sorry for her,” you say, staring at him through the grey lense of his shades. They're immediately helpful. You won't tell him that, though. 

“I pity anybody stupid enough to feel sorry for you, sweetheart.” He hesitates for no more than a second, dropping his hand onto the stretch of your shoulder blade gently. “You take anything for it? Aspirin?” 

“I did,” —your voice wobbles of its own accord, the instability that comes with a pain that has no clear end in sight— “but it hasn't kicked in yet.” 

He rubs your back, pressing his cheek briefly to your forehead in a side-armed hug. “Let me get you a glass of water.” 

“Morgan?” you ask, catching his arm. He waits. “Kiss it better?” 

You say it because you know he'll crack a smile. It's not nice seeing him so worried, and your headache genuinely feels a little better when he laughs. “Don't start with me. I'll do it. You know I will, beautiful.” 

You sink back into your seat and push his sunglasses up. “I'll be here.” 

He leaves to get you a glass of water. While you're waiting, Spencer passes you your donut, which you pick apart and chew on feebly. Distracted, a warm, chaste kiss is pressed to your cheek as a familiar hand places a glass of water in front of you. 

Derek wiggles his eyebrows at you, asking, “Better?” 

“I'm telling Penelope.” You wince as you turn on your monitor. “In a bit. Just as soon as this screen gets less bright.” 

[ddejavvu]

the party’s long been over, and hugh is trying his hardest not to give into the not-so-subtle advances coming from his best friend’s drunk daughter. maybe he gets a little protective and even scolds her over how drunk and stupid she is. he doesn’t stop lecturing her even when he fingers her to shut her up.

send me dbf!hugh jackman thoughts!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

contents/warnings: dbf!hugh jackman, dubcon (reader is tipsy), don't like don't read.

this is a little more soft than it is mean but i couldn't help myself I'm sorry </3

god i nearly came. i'm picturing him all spread out on the couch, he'd been watching whatever was on tv but now that you've cornered him and sat on his lap he's trying his hardest to refocus his attention there. you're draped all over his lap, and he's getting hard from the way you're squirming on his lap but he's trying to will it away because he doesn't wanna be the douchebag who takes advantage of the younger woman.

you're begging for it, kissing relentlessly at his mouth while his hands frame your hips, holding you steady but not pushing you away like he knows he should. He's not kissing you back, or maybe he is, but it's almost imperceptible, nothing more than a soft tilt of his head or a sigh against your mouth as he thinks about giving in and licking against your lips.

"Please. Please, I want you, and I- I don't care about my dad. He- he doesn't have to know." You plead, hands braced on his chest as you peck his lips between every few words, "No one does, I- it can just be us, just one time, just- just for tonight, please?"

"You're drunk. You're drunk, honey, and that's not fair." He murmurs, and you take advantage of the way his lips move to form the words as you kiss him more vigorously, "I can't do that to you. Even if you weren't- I'm older than you, and I couldn't-"

"You can! I want you to," You nearly sob, face screwed up and chin wobbling as you grind desperately onto his chubbed up bulge, "Please, just once! Just once, I need- I need you, I need something so- aagh! so bad!"

"I can't do that to you." He insists, but his cock is steadily betraying him as it stiffens under your ministrations. He wants nothing more than to just give in but he can't, he'd feel dirty, tainted, perverted.

His heart aches, physically aches as you lay flush against him, writhing with need as he watches on.

"I can't fuck you." He repeats, raising a hand to cup your cheek, "Sweetheart, we can't do this. Not- not now, not like this, m'kay? Wait 'til morning." He croons, trying to placate you, but when you take his hand in your own he realizes that his resolve is weakening- maybe he can offer you something.

He's defeatedly still, and he should pull his hand away when you desperately grab onto it, but he doesn't. You bring it between your legs and press it to your cunt- he can feel the warmth even through your panties.

"I shouldn't," He tries again, but his hand seems to move of its own accord, betraying the rest of him as it slowly eases its way beneath your soaked panties and rubs gently, experimentally at the entrance of your cunt. You're wet in a way that suggests you've been needy all day, and he takes that as solace if it means you were stone cold sober when this all began.

"We shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart." He hums, leaning down to press a pointlessly chaste kiss to your head where you've nestled it into his chest. Despite his words he drags a thick finger through your pussy, adding a second when it's clear you don't need to be prepped.

"I love you." You whine pathetically, craning your neck upwards to stare at him through the sheen of barely-there tears in your eyes. You cling onto his arm to ensure that his fingers stay buried in your cunt and you kiss messily at his chin when you can't quite reach his lower lip.

"You're drunk." This time it's a scold, a light one but a scold all the same as he lets you rub yourself on his fingers, "Just because you're old enough to drink doesn't mean you need to do it like this, hm? Now if you weren't like this things could be different. I could give you more."

"I want more," You whimper, squirming on his lap and tugging his hand impossibly closer as you grind on it, "Please- please?"

"Not now." He hums, using his other hand to settle you down against his chest again while his wrist aches slightly at the contorted position you're holding it in. "After this you're going to bed. And we'll talk in the morning."

"I'll still love you in the morning. I have for a long time." You warn him, words muffled against the shirt over his chest.

He chooses not to respond- he's not sure how he could say anything that would properly sum up his feelings as he rubs his fingers through your cunt- but he knows at the very least that the feelings he can't put into words are truthful, and they'll remain in the morning even if yours don't.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (9)- Begging

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: While you are tied up, your girlfriends intend on giving you a show that leaves you begging for more.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Threesome, Magic restraints, Magic Cum-filled Strap-on, Dirty Talk, Fake cum, Creampies

Kinktober Masterlist

“Please…” you whimpered, eyes pleading desperately at your girlfriends who were currently making out on your bed. You watched attentively as Natasha cupped Wanda’s jaw, her tongue sliding into the witch’s mouth to deepen the kiss. Wanda’s toned thighs straddling the redhead, the bare skin teasing you from your position across the room.

Red tendrils held your arms down against the arms of the chair you were in, your legs also tied to each chair leg making you spread out on the piece of furniture and left to watch the show they were putting on for you.

Two sets of green eyes turned to you at your plea, both women also smirking at the pathetic tone and clear frustration on your face. They simply ignored you after that, turning back to one another and crashing their lips together again. A moan escaped Wanda when Natasha flipped them over, pinning the brunette to the bed and holding her hands above her head before kissing down her neck.

“Don’t tease me Nat,” Wanda husked out, glaring down at the spy who looked up with an innocent glint in her eyes.

“I’m not teasing you, love,” she purred, looking over to you with a knowing smirk. One of your favourite things was to take your time with the witch, have her sensitive to your touch, calling your name out in frustration as you slowly explored her body. A small groan escaped you when you realised what Natasha was trying to do.

“Don’t make me tie you down too,” the witch huffed out, a chuckle escaping Natasha before she placed another kiss to the top of her breasts and climbed back up to press her lips to the woman under her.

“What do you want me to do Wanda?” Natasha’s Russian accent wrapped around her words delicately as she murmured against the brunette’s lips. The witch simply answered by conjuring a red strap on around the older woman’s waist, peering up at her with a mischievous look.

“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, breaking her hands free from the spy’s grip and scratching down her back to leave red trails. Natasha groans in response and kisses Wanda once again, pouring passion and want into it before pulling away. “Don’t be gentle with me Detka,” she whispers, and you let out another desperate noise.

You watch with jealousy as Natasha lines up the tip of the toy and thrusts it into Wanda, both moaning at the feeling. You groan to yourself when you realise Wanda’s enchanted the toy so Natasha can feel everything as she slides the toy out and slams back into the witch. A guttural moan is ripped from the back of Wanda’s throat when Natasha starts to pound into her, the brunette’s fingers tangling into the red locks and pulling her head closer to crash their lips together.

Your hands fight vigorously with the magic restraints, aimless words tumbling out of your mouth, begging either woman to let you get involved. Your words fall on deaf ears though as Wanda calls out the spy’s name along with curse words in Sokovian while Natasha moves to bury her face in the crook of Wanda’s neck, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around the toy.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Wanda moans and you feel like you’re literally about to combust on the spot, “Look how good Nat’s fucking me.” Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form words as you watch Natasha move to kneel, her hips still snapping into Wanda as her hands lift the witch’s hips to thrust deeper into her. Wanda throws her head back at the action, showing off her sharp jawline and how her breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Please, please let me go,” you whine, still pointlessly trying to move your arms. Wanda lolls her head to the side to look at you, her mouth parting into an o shape as Natasha hits a sweet spot inside her.

“You’re taking me so well Wanda,” Natasha pants out, moving a hand to circle the brunette’s clit and earning a loud moan in response. “Do you want to come for me?” she looks down at Wanda who nods her head, tearing her gaze away from you to look at the spy.

“Please let me come Nat,” she groans out, her hands gripping Natasha’s forearms as her fingers dig into the witch’s waist.

“Come for me,” Natasha rasps out while leaning down, moaning into the kiss as she feels her walls clench around her and body tense, her orgasm ripping through her body. Natasha follows straight after, hips stuttering as she comes into the Wanda, fake come filling her up as she moans loudly at the strange sensation.

Your chest rises and falls as you watch them recover, the throb between your legs incessant as you stare at the scene in front of you.

“Please,” you whimper out once again, making them both turn to look at you. Natasha pulls out of Wanda, the white liquid slowly oozing out of her before Natasha uses her finger to push it back in.

“Shush baby,” Wanda says while conjuring another red strap on, this time around your waist. “Do you want to fill me up too?” she purrs, climbing onto your lap effortlessly and gripping the toy. Your hips buck as best they can under her at the feeling of her fingers wrapping around you.

“I want to make you feel so good,” you groan when she sinks down onto you, leaning forward to rest your head against her chest. “Can I touch you now?” You moan when you feel how tight and warm she is, her hips moving up and down you at a tortuous pace.

She hums to begin with, cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look at her, “What do you think Nat, should I let her?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she husks out, walking till she’s behind your seated form, hands drifting across your shoulders and collarbones, “She has to ask nicely first.”

“Please let me touch you,” you sigh out, Wanda grinding down on the toy while moaning next to your ear now, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to touch you, please, I want to make you feel so good Wands,” you plea, the desperate tone making her take pity on you. Her magic dissipates around you, one hand immediately going to her waist to guide her movements while the other goes to her clit, circling it in time with each movement of her hips.

“Fuck baby,” she moans, moving to kiss you while Natasha starts to mark your neck. “That’s it, right there,” Wanda groans out when you thrust your hips slightly under her, hitting all the right places as she starts to bounce on your lap.

“Oh shit,” you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, face moving to the crook of her neck as you whimper against the skin, “I’m gonna come, please, can I?”

“Not yet,” she sighs out, tugging you by your hair to look into your eyes, “Just hold it a little longer,” she murmurs softly, pressing her lips to yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda continues to ride you, moans freely leaving your lips as you try to hold back.

“Please, I can’t hold it much longer,” she shakes her head, you groaning in response.

“Just a little longer,” her hips are relentless as she lifts her hips up then slams them back down, your fingers still circling her clit, “Fuck. Come with me baby,” she practically screams, her clenching around you and coming. Fake cum spills into her as you bite down on her shoulder to muffle your moan, hips twitching and legs shaking as you finally come.

“You ok baby?” you hear her whisper, nodding your head and snuggling against her chest.

“You did so well for us,” you hear them both whispering praise before guiding you to the bed, letting you tangle your limbs with theirs as you cuddle. You don’t notice when they clean themselves up or yourself, too blissed out with pleasure and easily drift off to sleep in between your girlfriends.

[irisintheafterglow]

Hellooo 🫠 so how would satoru react to his little twin sister and suguru secretly dating? Maybe he catches them having a moment or satoru makes a comment and she slips up?

oops?

wc: 0.7k

cw: swearing and dramatic, overprotective satoru, gn!reader

note: BABEE THIS CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME OMG YOU'RE A GENIUS !!! i hope you enjoy this, this was so fun to write :D

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"i-i can't with you two, right now. please, get out of my sight." he sighs in melodramatic anguish, whirling away with all the flair of a musical theater actor. you could almost imagine the shakespearean cape swooshing behind him as he turns.

"satoru-"

"stop it! there are so many things going through my mind right now and i don't want to know about any of them!" you glance at your boyfriend who hasn't stopped pinching the bridge of his nose for the past five minutes. satoru discovering your relationship was not in either of your plans for the day. you're grateful that suguru tied his hair up; otherwise, he would have probably torn it out by now.

"satoru, we didn't-"

"i'm not listening! i'm not listening!" your brother plugs his ears like a toddler, obnoxiously reciting the abc's until his voice becomes hoarse. it's your turn to sigh, rolling your eyes and praying he calms down long enough for you and suguru to explain yourselves.

satoru wasn't supposed to be in your dorm when suguru came to pick you up, but a quickly completed mission and downtime to kill with girls he'd never see again proved too important of a story to tell you over the phone. as much as you tried to deter him, saying that you'd spilled body spray and he'd get a headache or shoko had left a massive fart on your bed, nothing worked. he burst into your room completely unannounced while you were changing and you stupidly revealed you were going on a date in a panic.

"a date? oh, that's right! you're seeing a guy now, right?" he jumps onto your bed unceremoniously, crossing his legs into a lanky pretzel and leaning forward with great interest.

"satoru, please," you pleaded with him, "you have to go. i need to finish getting dressed."

"what's he like? is he treating my little sibling like he's supposed to?"

"you're older than me by a minute, asshole," you yell from the bathroom, darting around to find all the things you needed to throw into your bag before you left. "you're not allowed to meet him yet, so please leave." the urgency in your voice finally gets through to him and he raises his hands in defeat, making his way to the door when your phone dings. it's from suguru. you throw down your phone, running to grab your brother's arm before he opens the door, but it's too late. the door opens and they speak at the same time.

"hey, gorgeous-"

"what the fuck are you doing here?" suguru's body goes deathly still, unable to come up with a coverup fast enough before satoru connects the dots. "oh. oh my god!" so much for keeping the relationship a secret.

"satoru, look-"

"you're seeing my fucking twin? that's who you've been talking about so much? you're in love with my twin sibling?" suguru's face goes bright pink and he glances at you, stammering pointlessly. you can't help the scoff that escapes you at the fact that suguru talks about you to your twin brother.

"you're in love with me?"

"task at hand, babe," he mutters and satoru flinches at how nonchalantly the pet name slips from his best friend's mouth.

"'babe?' you call them 'babe?'" the conversation devolves into pure chaos. satoru continues to lament his feelings about betrayal by the two people closest to him while those same two people yell at him that it wasn't that serious until yaga's face appears over suguru's shoulder.

"if you all would politely cease your bickering, i am trying to sleep," he says with barely restrained anger and all three of you shrink away, murmuring various apologies. when your principal leaves, satoru gives a deep exhale before turning to his best friend.

"don't hurt them, suguru," he commands in a tone you'd never heard from him before. "i'm dead fucking serious."

"i know you are, satoru," he concedes, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "and, i'm sorry for not telling you. i didn't know how to."

"yeah, yeah, i know. get out of here, already, yeah?" he waves dismissively, ushering you out the door and into suguru's arms. "don't do anything stupid, you lovesick freaks."

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[ooouuunahnah]

A scenario where your pro hero husband Izuku refuses to let you go on about your day before getting you in ✨bed✨

Pt 1.

It’s been three days. Only three! You won’t deny that you miss Izuku but this is ridiculous. The weekend is usually the time you and your pro hero husband can relax and breathe each others air for more than 30mins without being interrupted. But this weekend in particular you’ve both been uncharacteristically preoccupied with everything in your lives but your marriage. Izuku misses you, and you miss him just the same but this is absurd ; the love of your life is sitting on the hood of your car cross legged, hands in his lap, and patiently waiting for you to get out and lay one on him as you promised to do last night. But that was before he decided he needed to stay in his office after hours on a weekend no less. Disappointed you had forced away the ache in between your thighs and the longing in your heart to be held by your husband as you went to sleep. When morning came he was fast asleep beside you and as much as you wanted to cuddle up in his embrace, you had an agenda to follow for the day and could not be dismayed . You were almost out the door when your drowsy husband all but tackled you, spewing apologies from his lips for staying in his office late and begging you to allow him to make it up to you.

That was 30mins ago. You’re running behind schedule because your husband is being childish.

Exasperated you pointlessly ask, “Izuku please move.” You might as well had been talking to a brick wall, you’ve been doing this for past 20 minutes. He stares at you and with all seriousness and says “Y/n, if you don’t get out of the car I’m going to crush it; and then you can spend the rest of your day taking a Uber around the city.” You narrow your gaze at him, “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.”, he replies. Holding your gaze he lifts his finger towards the sky while you see green sparks flying around him. He takes his pointed finger and effortlessly starts to press it through the hood of your car. You sit up panic laced in your voice as you plead with your irrational husband. “Okay! Okay stop! I’m getting out of the car.” He gives you a victorious smile knowing you’ll comply for the sake of your baby (the car he bought you for your first anniversary). With a frustrated sigh you exit your now dented car slamming the door behind you and you catch a look at your giddy husband making his way off the hood of your baby. The dimple that only comes out when he smiles is so adorable that you want to smack it off his face for distracting you from your anger for even a second. Not giving him a second look you infuriatingly stomp back to your shared apartment with a satisfied husband on your trail.

Pt2 here

Sooo how’d I do for my first piece of literature?? Plz let me know I can handle constructive criticism😭 if yall like it I’ll drop the part 2 with smut bc I know yall like that 😂 ~𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇－𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃

[shabbytigers]

my brother, sister-in-law, and college-aged nephew and niece are coming to berlin for ten days and i am pointlessly a nervous fucking wreck about it. love them, haven’t seen most of them since before the pandemic, excellent prospect, and yet!

i am a shit tour director. i do not want to event-plan a week plus worth of interesting sightseeing that hits all the musts plus a cunning selection of quirky lovely things. that is too much fucking pressure. also i have limited personal energy for eg traipsing around all the mauer shit again in the sun, maybe i can plead german class and send them off with rick steves but yeah idk

i did make a bunch of reservations—restaurants are packed in the evening now and it’s not realistic to just wing it with >4 people—but i have severe reservation scrupulosity syndrome? the thing where i’m gonna be clock-tense and also fretful in case one of them turns out to suck and it’s my fault because i was driving

also the specter of gender haunts the entire visit, like, it’s gonna be fine, but i’m not relaxed about it

[boyfeelxo]

we need to talk more about evil Troy leaving evil Abed to work for evil Jeff.

Well, it was evil Abed who first left. kind of:

Abed: Hello, Evil Abed.

Evil Abed: It's just Abed now.

Evil Abed: After we met, I abandoned my evil goal to focus on brightening my own timeline instead.

Abed: Do you live here alone?

Evil Abed: Yes.

Evil Abed: Evil Troy moved out when I gave up the cause.

Evil Abed: Now he only listens to Evil Jeff, who sort of took over this year, villain-wise.

How do you think that conversation went? Did Evil Abed tell Evil Troy that he was a good guy now, expecting him to become good too? Did he look at Evil Troy in disbelief, wordless as Evil Troy said he's moving out? Did he beg, plead for Evil Troy to change his mind, pointlessly trying to remind him of how good and nice he once was?

Also, let's think about it from Evil Troy's perspective. Imagine you're chilling in your house as the most evil version of yourself, and suddenly your best friend, your #1 person who stayed with you for so long tells you he wants to give up the cause, give up everything you guys worked toward for over a year. You're obviously angry. Maybe even disappointed in him.

Was there a little voice inside his head, telling him that he's making a mistake, that Abed is the one he's meant to be with? Was it hard for him to ignore the voice? Even after he moved out, was the voice still there? Making sure he knew he was making a mistake?

After the battle in Advanced Introduction to Finality, after the evil timeline lost, did he come back? Did he show up at (no longer Evil) Abed's doorstep, begging for forgiveness and apologizing for everything? Did Abed take him in instantly? Was he mad at him? How long did it take for them to go back to normal OR did they ever come back to normal?

or maybe it's just a silly show about 7 friends in a community college and I'm reading way too much into it

[im-an-anthusiast]

Alone

I sit in my tower, all alone

Perhaps until I am dead and gone

Perhaps hopelessly, I yearn for more

Perhaps fruitlessly, I miss “before”

Digging myself out, from under it

Hill of bones, cadavers, rotting meat

Lifeless claws, on my deserving neck

Past pressure, still making my ribs crack

I sit atop my throne, still alone

Maybe my fate is set in stone

Maybe pointlessly, I plead for this

Maybe uselessly, I beg for bliss

I want not, for love, to fall on ear-

Deaf to love, unhearing of all dear

So, I turn at every single sound

So pathetically, I hunt and hound

I sit in my tower, though alone

Could I be dreaming up, my self lone?

Could I be standing, next to a prince?

Could I be, at last, the one who wins?

So selfish, even when not giving

And still giving less, than receiving

Harder to breathe, than describe my muse

My heart beating, with the ink I use

I rest upon my bed, not alone

Now sure, I do not stand, on my own

Now sure, I will not settle for less

Now sure, I want only my princess

My eyes are blind, so in you I must

Put all of my, oh, so fragile trust

In your ceaseless warmth, I melt, not slow

You, darling, are sunshine; I, but snow

I sit in our clocktower, with you

I love to stand, hand in hand, as two

Sap overflows, spills from tongue and eye

Need you to know, so I repeat: I...

Love you, I love you, my darling, I

I love you so, till the day I die

LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO MY BRILLIANT GOD, TO MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, TO MY PRETTY PRINCE @saphi-everything

[centurieslove]

wip word game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I was tagged by @adhd-merlin thanks legend I always love these wip tag games sm the word I was given was FATE✨ 'E' was suprisingly hard? I also tried to pick an 'A' sentence that wasn't just 'Arthur' lmao (do my disir fic excerpts make sense out of context? probably not. enjoy)

F (from my morgwen fic)

"Frankly, the only good that can come of them sitting astride a horse is…” the Lord’s eyes slunk again around Morgana’s waist, up her neck and settled back on her face, which was flushed and twitching. “…for practise.”

“You—” Morgana flew up from her seat, “—disgusting pig—”

Gwen surged forward, almost close enough to reach her lady’s chair, then—

“Hey,” slurred a bristly faced advisor, his hand flying out to clamp down on her wrist. “My cup is almost dry.”

She flicked her eyes back to Morgana; her fists were clenched, the tendons in her pale neck flexing as her breaths huffed out of her. Gwen bit the inside of her cheek. A rough yank on her arm wrenched her gaze back, hauling her down, close to the man's face. His breath stunk like the sickly glaze of hot ham. He had a piece of gristle dangling from his beard.

Gwen blinked, shook herself. “Y-yes,” she stammered, “Forgive me, my lord," and refilled his goblet, watching as the inky red liquid rippled as she struggled to stop her hands from shaking.

A (from my morgwen fic)

Another stood out; Valiant. Looked like he was up against Arthur next. Gwen scoffed to herself. Best of luck.

“Are you cold?”

Gwen turned her head - Morgana was sliding into the seat next to her, her face still turned towards the arena. There was an inch or so gap between them on the wooden bench. Gwen pressed her knees together.

“Me?” Gwen asked, rather pointlessly. There wasn't anyone else close to them. “No, I'm fine.”

“You've only that tiny, thin thing on,” Morgana scolded. “You're shivering, I can see it.”

Gwen huffed, and pulled her arms in close to her body. “I'm fine,” she insisted, feeling her eyebrows pull together as she looked across the stalls down to the arena. The next two fighters were preparing, picking their weapon, and from the murmurs and bustle that crept across the crowd, it appeared to be a contentious match.

“Arthur's up,” Morgana answered the question she didn't voice.

T (from my disir fic)

The pathetic, pleading tone in his words; hopefully it wasn’t discernible. Arthur didn’t speak. A faint murmur of crowd rose from over the castle walls that swayed ever closer.

“How will the people react?”

Arthur didn't respond; so he pushed again,

“You can’t expect them to welcome back magic overnight—” Merlin was rambling, “—it’ll be dangerous, you, you have to cons—”

“I know!” Arthur yelled, suddenly glowing with rage. “You think me incapable of running my own kingdom?"

Merlin held firm, his eyes burning.

"That’s not what I meant,” he grit out, but he bit his lip, and Arthur’s eyes flicked down at the movement.

E (from my disir fic)

Either way, he’d ignored the inevitable for as long as he could. He'd foolishly allowed himself to swim inside the hazy dream of Arthur's words, but it was all about to turn cold. He hid as long as he could, as if staying in this one spot could stop time itself from passing; but cruelly enough, it did, indifferent to Merlin's plight. The air cooled, and the sun curved in orange lines around his chambers, and finally, someone knocked on his door. He curled his body tighter, clenching his muscles as if it would stop himself flying apart.

Another knock, louder this time, and a voice:

“I know you’re in there.”

He opened his eyes a crack, glaring at the bolt until it slid itself across to lock his door.

“Merlin.” Arthur’s voice grew more impatient. His door rattled, “where have you—” rattled again, “—did you lock— what are you, five summers old?”

“Go away.”

“Come out here and tell me yourself.”

Merlin pulled his sheet up and over his head.

I don't know if any of you have wips but hello have a tag anyways: @emryses @knight-gwaine @kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick @godmerlin @poisonedfate @elvain @auldsusie

word: GRAIL 🏆

[architect-2015]

I’VE GOT YOUR BACK

Alex León is a well know name in the independent wrestling scene, having earned the nickname The Prophecy of Professional Wrestling. Alex and Seth have been married for three years but never confirmed their relationship with the public so when Baron Corbin started bad mouthing his wife Seth couldn’t hold back, Alex watching from afar realised the true intentions of ‘the sassy southern belle’ and finally found her place in the WWE.

January 6th 2019 -

Nashville Tennessee

“Thank you Alex! Thank you Alex! Thank you Alex!” Alex León is making her final walk around the ringside applauding, having just dropped the title to Taya Valkyrie in a gruelling match at Impact Wrestling Homecoming.

“An emotional Alex León making her final rounds here at Impact. This women is the definition of what it means to be an Impact Knockouts Champion, she has followed through with her promise and cemented her legacy in this company but she had a Prophecy to for fill somewhere else and we wish her the best of luck!” the commentary team announce.

Many rumours have spread about Alexandria not renewing her contract, having been in the company since 2013 she felt the need for a change.

With tears welling in her eyes, taking one final bow the programme closes with the last walk for Alex León backstage.

————————

Alexandria after taking her leave from Impact has been sending sometime at home, the days have been lonely without her husband and no wrestling as a distraction so like many people social media had taken up the majority of her time.

Pointlessly scrolling through twitter an article catches her attention:

‘Baron Corbin Chooses Lacey Evans As Guest Referee, Monday Night Raw Higlights 06/17/19’

León glances down at her wedding ring with a subtle look of confidence, exiting twitter she opens a contact typing out only one sentence…

I’ve got your back.

———

Wednesday 19th of June 2019

week of Stomping grounds

Stepping out of the car, Alex looks up to meet the deep brown eyes of her husband. A warm hand wraps it’s self around her waist pulling her into a loving embrace.

“Mrs Lopez i have missed you so much.” is the phrase that Alexandria feels rumble in her husbands chest, her bottom lip quivers knowing this reunion is months in the making.

“I can’t do this anymore, the distance i mean. I can’t keep waking up alone in bed. Practically me not working is a problem and i love my job i really do but i can’t keep being so far away from you, i just can’t do it. I need you” Alex let’s out a chocked sob as she repeats the words she had been dwelling on for the duration on the drive.

Instinctively Colby glanced down, his eyes drowning in sympathy, he knows the feeling. Lifting his hand to wipe away a stray tear.

“Stay here then baby, stay with me. I need you too, more then i could ever express in words. Stay here and we can make sure your work is valued for the talent you showcase, i’ll make sure nothing goes wrong” Colby pleads knowing they had to have this conversation, if Lexi retires then the idea would be completely out of the window…

———

Saturday June 23rd 2019

Tacoma Dome - Tacoma, Washington.

Lacey evans stood face to face with a very frustrated Seth Rollins, she had been changing and bending rules in Corbin’s favour and it was obvious it was getting to him. Suddenly Rollins’ face is flying left, she had slapped him!

“omg.. and here’s Baron Corbin trying to take advantage!” Spinning Seth around Baron tried to capitalise on the distraction only to meet a blow to his jaw leaving his slumped on the ropes for support.

“OH! A LOW BLOW BY THE OFFICIAL!”

The beginning beats of ‘Prophecy by Queensryche’ hits the arenas speakers, the crowd arrupts with cheers as a familiar red head charges down the ramp.

“IS IT? IT IS, COREY ITS ALEX LÈON THE FORMER IMAPCT KNOCKOUTS CHAMPION! SHES HERE IN THE WWE!”

“Why is Alex Lèon here? she isn’t part of this match?” Corey announces beside a very happy Renee Young and Micheal Cole.

Sliding into the ring Alex pounces on Lacey Evans throwing combinations of punches and slaps to the blonde.

“ALEX LÈON IS ASSAULTING EVANS, ALEX LÈON IS TAKING OUT THE OFFICIAL! ITS NO DISQUALIFICATION, ALEX CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL SHE WANTS TO DO!”

Alex and Lacey take the brawl outside of the ring, the sassy southern belle is sprawled out on the floor after being in the receiving end of a ‘final chapter’ (an exploder suplex) when officials and security try to tear Lèon from Evans.

Whilst in the firm grip of many security men, Alexandria looks though the ropes to see her husband of three years reverse an ‘end of days’ to hit a stomp.

1. 2. 3.

“SETH ROLLINS RETAINS WITH THE HELP OF A DEBUTING ALEX LÈON! WHAT A MOMENT!”

The wife joins her husband in the ring, raising his arm in victory. Seth couldn’t wait any longer, wrapping his arms around her waist he lifts his spouse into the air placing a delicate kiss on her lips. Whispers can be seen being shared between the couple as the crowd explodes with cheers.

“you did good baby, you did so good”

“Sweetheart, i told you i got you’re back.”

———

[tavyliasin]

Less than 12 hours til I shall arrive home in my SmutCave, like Batman but less money and more smut~ and of course I love working with my Just-Ass League ;)

Anyway, one more drabble from my shorts. And another that was a request from a beloved darling~

In this one the reader is an afab Tav, and Professor Gale is a senior colleague in an adjacent department... Could you keep your concentration on the spell?

Smut below the cut, loves, 18+ only. Tw/cw for use of hold person, a little mild power play, and reckless use of magic.

The room was cramped, musty, full of old scrolls and dust. Hardly suited to a romantic encounter, but who said anything about romance?

The table was hard beneath your back, the wood creaky and unyielding as the magic held you in place. Gale held the scroll in front of you now, watching you closely as you began to read.

“Get it right, and hold your concentration. We do not have endless weeks to waste on this single spell scroll if you want the promotion.” He reprimanded you again. It wasn’t even his decision to give you a pay rise and new title, but he had offered to help you out as a senior colleague from the adjacent department. Only, this wasn’t the help you had in mind.

The air was cool, and if your body could have moved it might have shivered in response to the draft that blew in from…gods knew where, really. “Professor, please,” you struggled, “hold it a little closer, I can’t read it from there.”

He moved forwards, a swish of purple robes as he sat on the edge of the desk next to where you lay, completely naked, firmly bound by the Hold Person spell he had cast a few minutes ago. “You need to be able to cast this one from memory, whilst under duress, and maintain your concentration.”

He leaned a little closer, holding the scroll steady while the scent of the soaps and perfumes he used drifted towards you. You might have tried to struggle, but every muscle was firmly locked in place.

Your mouth slowly formed the syllables of Heat Metal, aiming it at the iron mug of cold coffee that was suspended in the air, held aloft by an ethereal Mage Hand. 

“Good, go on. Keep going. Don’t forget to dot your i’s and cross your t’s now.” He took off his glasses and tucked them into his robe, still holding the scroll as he lifted your hand to his lips.

You got to the end of the text, the magic curling through the air and beginning to heat the mug. “Is that right?”

“Keep your concentration, you can’t let it drop before the coffee is properly hot.

“I’m trying!” You pleaded, feeling heat somewhere entirely different as his voice commanded you more directly.

“Stop trying, start doing . I am very thirsty, you know, and I haven’t had my morning drink yet.” Something about the way his eyes glanced down told you that he wasn’t talking about the coffee any more. “If you’re going to insist on taking so long with that, perhaps you’d offer something else to slake my thirst?”

If your legs could’ve moved, they would’ve writhed and squirmed as you replied with a breathless “yes-”.

He began to trail a long line down your body with his lips, pressing softly, teasing every tender spot he could find. He was trying to break your concentration on the spell, but you refused - that was far too little to truly shake you.

However, when he dipped lower and kissed your inner thighs, you found the edges of your nerve fraying. The sight of his soft brown hair between your legs, the look in his eye as he checked your reaction before going on, it was intensely arousing.

He was swift in his work, clearly challenging you to hold on to the control of your magic as he channelled some of his own into his tongue. The raw power made it buzz, the vibrations maddeningly pleasurable as he tasted every part of you, finding the exact motions that made your breath quicken.

“More,” he moaned, gazing up from between your thighs, “you need to give me more .”

You hadn’t expected this. You pointlessly tried to move your limbs, desperate to ball your fists in his hair and hold him right where you wanted him. You wanted to wrap your legs around his shoulders and keep him until you were done, taking your pleasure from him- but you had no such luck.

Gale’s thirst needed to be quenched, and he was determined to drink deep from you now. The heat, the fluttering vibrations of the weave’s own magic on his tongue and lips - you felt your spell sputter and flicker as the waves began to swell within sensitive nerves worked into a frenzy by the mage’s mouth.

“Gods, Professor-!” You barely managed to moan out his title when the shockwave hit, encompassing your entire being. If only you could move your body would’ve had a mind of its own, but you remained held in place.

This meant that the wizards tongue was not drawn away from its target, nor was he willing to stop even as your voice echoed around the walls of the small side room. You knew there was a study group not far, perhaps even an adjoining wall, but there was no way to contain the thrill that ripped through you as he relentlessly drew a second climax from you mere minutes after the first.

Hearing your ragged breath struggling to keep up, Gale let you ride out the afterglow with smoother, slower strokes of his tongue, finishing with a few gentle kisses to your still throbbing lips.

His hair was out of place as he stood up from where he had knelt between your legs on the table, calmly pressing it back down as he glanced towards the coffee.

“Not even a lick of steam, I must say I’m rather disappointed. I’m afraid you’re going to have to start over.” The smile on his face carried a hunger that left you feeling weak beneath his gaze.

I’ll have to study…a lot… you decided, as you began to cast the spell anew.

[the--sad--hatter]

Winter Wishes - Prologue (Loki x Reader)

Warnings - Loki, implied smut, Swearing, Death, Angst, Dark Humour, Shenanigan’s, Mutual Pining, lots of Hallmark cheese

Pairing - Loki X Reader (Slow Burn Romance), Enemies to Idiots in Love

Reader Description - Female, No physical descriptions, Only referred to by nicknames & Petnames (No use of Y/N)

Description/Blurb -

When a distant Uncle passes away and leaves you with a cottage cabin in a small town, thousands of miles away from your life, you decide to roll with fate. You move to the tiny town of Marvel, filled with colourful locals and strange characters, like Natasha, the owner of the best and only bar in town. She pulls you into her orbit, and introduces you to people who unknowingly change your life.

Your empty life starts to fill with friends, and community. Embraced by the people of Marvel, your heart starts to fill with love. There’s never a dull day, between new friends, frozen furballs with pleading eyes, town activities, and beautiful nature, you embark on a new adventure.

It would almost be perfect if it weren’t for the surly, snarky youngest son of the Mayor. Loki Odinson is the villain in your new fairytale. He plots to displace you from Marvel, drive you out of town, and take your land for his new scheme. But you’ve just found this life, and you’re determined not to give it up so easily.

If Loki wants war, then you’ll give the handsome bastard the battle of his life.

PROLOGUE 

The chill in the air was biting at your face, the rest of your skin protected by the black clothes draped over your body, blending into the sea of black around you. mourners gathered around you, grief overflowing from them directed toward a pointlessly pretty coffin, and it occurred to you that the whole process of a funeral was less about burying the dead, and more about finding a box to bury your sadness in. All the grief, the tears, they would fade when the dirt hit the wood, and then it would be onwards to drinks and stories. As if it really worked like that.

 Yet, nobody would be seen crying in public after the funeral. The smart black clothes would go back into closets, and life would move on.

 For you, that would be easier said than done. You knew of the old man you were mourning for with the crowd of strangers, he was your uncle, but he lived thousands of miles away, and all you had of him were wild stories of his escapades, clips of him in the background of home movies, and apparently a house.

 He’d left everything to you, citing in his will that he couldn’t think of anybody who needed it more. The lawyer who had tracked you down to tell you, said that your uncle had said he was leaving you more than just a house, he was leaving you a way to make a home.

 You treaded forward, head down as you dodged the people between you and the coffin, until you were standing right next to it.

 “I don’t understand.” You whispered, placing your hand on the cold wooden box, hoping that somehow an answer would present itself.

 You had a decent enough life, a tiny apartment with only one leak in the ceiling, and a cold water tap that spewed boiling water instead. Your job was your dream job, even if you’d come to learn that dreams could be deceiving. There were no close friends, just a perpetually stoned old woman next door who sometimes stopped you on the doorstep to tell outlandish stories about breaking laws without getting caught.

 So, it wasn’t the best life, but it was alright, even if it felt empty at times. Was it bad enough a life to throw it all away on the whims of a dead man? Should you really make the call to the movers to collect your meagre boxes of belongings, or should you go back and unpack them?

 Stick with the safe life, or gamble it away for a cottage cabin in the woods of a small and strange town?

 You gulped down a deep breath of freezing air and raised your head up. A flash of red snatched your attention as you caught the gaze of a beautiful redhead. Her expression revealed nothing, but there was a warmth in her eyes. She nodded her head at you, and acknowledgement, a greeting, but it felt like more.

 It felt like an answer.

 As your mind made itself up, you glanced back down at the coffin.

 “I hope you know what you’re doing Uncle Stan.”

AUTHORS NOTE - I decided to honour Stan Lee a little by having him be the person that changes readers life, even after he’s gone, just like he did in real life. 

This is my first fic in ages, like over a year, so it may be rusty but it’ll hopefully get better. I’m going to aim for a chapter mostly every day (except Sundays) through December, and this is a full on cheesy Hallmark comfort fic. It’s gonna be cosy! 

Soooo comment and reblog if you want/can, or just read silently, whatever works for you, I just hope you enjoy the story. 

[jase-is-ace]

Back into the Pit

Chapter 20: The Cyclebreakers

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“What was that? Did you know about this?” Audrey demanded.

The little toon before her dropped her gaze to the floor.

“I should’ve seen this coming. After all, you two are the same, aren’t you?” the animator said distraught.

Twist growled at the comment. She never liked being compared to Bendy, let alone the Ink Demon. Most people associated her with being a copy of Bendy, a clone. It made her blood boil.

The toon sneered at Audrey.

The two had no way to properly communicate until they found some paper and a pen.

“Okay, well, I’ll just add this to my huge revelation list for today.” Audrey knitted her eyebrows together and placed two fingers on the bridge of her nose.

Twist made no move for a solid minute.

“Let’s just…head inside.” The artist told the toon. They approached the large doors together. The dark and claustrophobic corridors felt even tighter with the tension that flowed between the two girls.

Audrey having no way to understand what just happened and Twist lacking the voice to properly explain.

The young animator listened to a tape talking about how the employees there were basically paid to die. Quite a depressing thing to hear but felt rather normal in a dreary place such as the studio.

The next room was filled with deathbeds, people who lost their lives to the machine. People who never got to say goodbye to their loved ones. Audrey shook her head before she could drown in her thoughts.

The dark room was small and locked up tight, a passcode needed to exit and proceed. They searched for any clues that could help them escape. Twist spotted a code in the next room and let Audrey know by holding up her digits as the numbers were punched in.

The door opened, a loud beep sounding out as it did. The next room was filled with monitors and a feeling of dread. The toon didn’t want to press any further, but the woman marched forward.

Scowling, Twist followed in suit.

A sign reading UNSAFE AREA only cemented her fears. All of a sudden, a blaring noise sounded out from the monitors.

Twist and Audrey were greeted with the sight of a keeper. Twist let out a low growl, the door shutting behind them.

No way out.

“Anomalies detected.” The monstrous creature rasped out with struggle, as if it was choking on every word it tried to utter out.

“New subject designation required.” It continued to rasp.

Twist didn’t give a shit about the ramblings of the keeper, instead she searched for a potential exit. If it sees her, she’d be in huge trouble.

She spotted a vent, loose nails barely holding it in place. Perfect to crawl through.

While Audrey pointlessly tried to converse with the revolting, reptilian, repugnant monster, Twist worked at undoing the screws on the vent cover.

Slowly and steadily, one by one, they came off. The last one was stubborn, but she kept trying anyway.

“Subject has been deemed hazardous. Toxic fumes activated.” It declared.

“Wait! Please!” Audrey pleaded as the fumes filled the room from the vents on the ceiling.

Twist whistled and gestured for the animator to bring her attention to the vent that was still closed off. Audrey bolted over, coughing.

With little effort, the woman swung her GENT pipe down, shattering the cover to pieces. Twist scrambled in, wheezing from the intoxicated fumes.

Audrey was close behind her tail.

From the side vent opening Twist watched as the keepers slid across the floor to enter the room they had just narrowly escaped. The vent was claustrophobic, Twist swallowed her discomfort and crawled faster.

“Subjects have breached containment. Execute on sight. Lockdown all access to the cyclebreakers.” Its scratched voice shouted.

“And retrieve the toon that is accompanying the hazardous subject. Return it to Wilson upon capture.”

Oh, she was wanted by the keepers now.

Freaking fantastic.

The demon crawled out of the vent into a large containment room. She had been here before when she was experimented on.

Audrey crawled out moments later, standing up and taking everything in.

“What is this place?” she wondered to herself mostly.

To their right was a table. The table they had strapped Twist down to and relentlessly stabbed her on.

She grimaced at the graphic memory, forcing down the gag she wanted to let out. Instead opting for pulling Audrey forward by the hand and searching for the exit.

 Only to redirect course due to the approaching keeper. They were forced into another cramped vent, which is doing a number on Audrey’s already poor posture.

They managed to sneak into a boarded-up room undetected. Twist located a tape on top of the desk at the side of the room.

She pressed play and had her ears scraped at by the grating voice that was the keepers. It spoke of the success in sedating the Ink Demon and the transportation and eventual demise of it.

The toon felt her throat go dry at the thought of the same thing potentially happening to her. Audrey also seemed unnerved by the audio log.

Audrey and her demon companion ventured further into the containment room to find a lost one who was not aggressive.

She seemed a lot like Porter to Twist, some sense of innocence in this corrupt world. Her name was Heidi, a sweet name, and an even sweeter person.

She meant them no harm and even offered to open the next door if they agreed to play hide and seek.

The two didn’t like the idea of playing a game while being haunted but agreed since they had no other way to get through the door.

Twist and Audrey counted and then sought out the quirky lost one. Audrey had stumbled across a note that made her lips press into a thin line. She stuffed the note into her pocket and strode passed Twist, much to the toon’s puzzlement.

The duo entered a room where they encountered an inky beast whom they now knew was Big Steve. He seemed completely harmless if they left him alone. Twist smiled up at the beast and waved. Big Steve lacked the facial muscles to smile back but he did wave. What a big ol’ sweetheart!

The two stumbled upon yet another log.

This one was…a lot more concerning.

Twist’s throat tightened and almost lost her composure when she heard how they found amusement in Bendy’s cries and pleas for them to cease the torture.

She balled her fists; they shook with fury as her blood boiled.

She wanted to tear them apart, to punch right through their glass faces. If it weren’t for this damned restricted form, it would’ve been done already.

Audrey eyes glistened, the amount of sadness she felt for the little devil darling overwhelmed her.

She stopped the log right before it finished. The woman turned to the toon and gave her an unreadable look.

“Did they do those things to you too?” she asked almost desperately.

Twist looked away, closing her eyes before slowly nodding.

“I’m sorry. I will fix all of this in any way I can. Maybe I can convince Wilson to leave you two alone.”

The toon didn’t like the sound of that, more specifically, the mention of Wilson. He was the one who enabled it to happen.

She couldn’t convince that lowly wretch anything.

However, Twist just nodded in acknowledgement. Audrey smiled and lowered to Twist’s level. She placed her hand atop the toon’s head, giving it a few pats.

“I promise I will do my best to keep you safe. I know you can’t do much in this form.” The woman said kindly.

Twist felt her face burn and swatted at Audrey’s hand. She turned away, arms crossed, huffing and annoyed.

Audrey laughed at the toon’s antics and denial. The two continued their search for Heidi. They did as soon as they exited the room they were in.

Turns out she was right behind a few boxes. Twist and Audrey had just failed to notice her. The toon demoness tapped the lost one on the shoulder.

Heidi looked up and clasped her hands together.

“Oh! You did it! You found me! This is so exciting! You both were brilliant!” she cheered, standing to her feet.

Heidi had reached down to give Twist a head pat, to which the toon sprung out of the way. She disliked the touch of strangers, no matter how nice they seemed.

The girl didn’t seem to care however, instead turning to Audrey.

“Now can you open that door for me?” Audrey smiled placing her hands on her hips in a playful manner.

“Oh yes, the door. I think you’ll find it’s open now!” she said to the animator and her companion.

“Oh! But allow me to give you something! A special gift! As a reminder of our game together!” Heidi said before reaching out to Audrey.

Heidi placed her hand on the side of Audrey’s head.

The woman felt a wave of energy rush through her, much like when she encountered the other lost one, Porter.

Heidi then pulled away, giggled, then sank into the puddle below her.

Twist was just as shocked as Audrey. The demoness wasn’t aware that anyone besides the Ink Demon and herself could do that.

But alas, it seemed that times have changed.

“So, I can move through puddles now?” Audrey looked down at the demon.

Twist nodded.

“Oh, cool. Maybe this way I can get to the Little Devil Lounge and get Big Steve his favorite meal faster.” She thought out loud.

Twist held up her hands, in a gesture to stop Audrey.

The toon then pointed at herself.

“You…you want to go instead? Are you sure you can handle that?”

Twist gave her a look.

“Alright, be careful, okay?” Audrey smiled.

Twist waved her off and approached the inky well before her. Without a second of hesitation, she jumped in and swam towards Little Devil Lounge.

Leaving Audrey to journey alone.

Again.

Alrighty then…

She snuck towards the door she wanted opened earlier. Upon walking into a hallway an automated voice sounded out of the speakers.

“Decontamination activated.” The animator was sprayed with fumes.

Well, at least they weren’t toxic. The door before her opened and Audrey ended up in another big containment room of some kind.

There were some windows that were blocked off by shutters, preventing her from seeing what was inside the cells. Out of curiosity, she went towards one of them.

She pulled the lever right next to it. The cell shutters opened, revealing a man, sitting by himself playing a banjo. He was surrounded by a pentagram of some kind and candles.

Okay…

Probably better to leave this guy alone.

With that, she went to the next cell. This time she saw a man drawing in a sketchbook.

“Um, excuse me. Sir? Can you help me?” she asked, hoping she didn’t just make a mistake.

The man paused for a few moments before slightly turning his head enough for her to know he was acknowledging her.

“You must be…really lost to be asking me for help.” He simply said before turning his attention to his sketches.

Audrey curled her lips before continuing.

“I’m just looking for answers. About the keepers, Wilson, the cycle. Anything could help.” She pleaded. The woman just wanted some sort of clarity, he seemed to be one of the only humans here unaffected by the ink, much like Wilson.

The mysterious man turned a little to look at her but not enough for her to see exactly wht he looked like.

“What’s your name?” he simply asked her.

The woman shifted on her feet before answering.

“Audrey. What’s yours?”

A pause.

“Honestly, I’ve almost forgotten.” The man started to sit up from the stool he was sat upon. After placing his sketchbook on the stool, he fully faced the young artist.

“My name is Henry.”

That name sounded so familiar to Audrey, but she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. She shook her head. Focus Audrey.

“Um…Have you been a prisoner long?” Audrey asked Henry.

“When the keepers think you’re a threat to their plans, they lock you away, forever.” Henry simply said, looking rather exhausted.

“Still, it’s given me some time to think. Things like; If you haven’t eaten in years, you might not be human.” He revealed. Audrey seemed to think about that for a minute before asking her next question.

“Why would you be a threat to them?” she couldn’t wrap her head around how some one like him could cause any sort of chaos.

Henry stepped closer to the glass.

“I’m what they call a cyclebreaker. Once upon a time, I knew how to start the cycle over.” He seemed to smile at that comment.

“And when that happens, everything starts again. Completely new. Obviously, Wilson and the Keepers don’t want that to happen.” He explained.

Okay, that makes sense.

“How did you do it?” Audrey asked. Maybe she could do what he did and fix everything herself.

“Reset the Cycle?” Henry asked, the woman nodded in confirmation.

“Turns out the Ink Demon himself is the key. This world is his, but even he has to obey its rules. For now at least.” The man explained. Ah, now she had to look for the Ink Demon. How exciting…

“If you can get him to look at something very specific, it will reset everything.” This revelation made Audrey’s mind start to clamor with plans.

She managed to regain herself and ask.

“What is it?”

“It’s just a reel of film, labeled with the words ‘The End’. I can see it in my mind every day. They keep it upstairs in the Pit.”

Audrey huffed, time to do something stupid.

“I’ll see if I can break in and steal it.” She placed a finger on her chin in thoughtfulness.

“Maybe, if I reset the cycle, we can make thing better for everyone here.” She looked hopefully at Henry.

Henry smiled briefly, but it dropped a little.

“And what about you? What do you want?”

Audrey frowned and looked down at the ground.

“I just want to go home.”

“So do I.” Henry agreed.

“Good luck, Audrey. If you need me again, you know where to find me.” With that the older artist returned to his stool and continued to draw.

Audrey smiled.

“See around, Henry.”

Turning on her heal she left to explore the rest of the containment room.

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Chapter 19 / Chapter 21

(Did I seriously just write Twist out so that she wouldn't meet Henry?? Hell yeah.)

[the-graves-family]

5. Pinned Down | "It's broken."

Another day, another way he’s pissed off Aaron somehow.

Ace should really try to write down a list of things that annoy his brother. Not because he has any hope of avoiding them, but because he personally thinks it’d be funny to just have a stack of paper thicker than the dictionary.

He doesn’t have much amusement in his life.

The weight on his chest doesn’t let up, even as he struggles to breathe, pointlessly pawing at Aaron’s leg. His lung capacity had never been the same after the accident, and a fully grown man stepping on his chest is not exactly conducive to oxygen getting into his bloodstream.

Gasping for air, he whines as he feels his brother put even more pressure on his ribs. The lack of oxygen bothers him, but the feeling of his bones straining under the stress is worse. It all feels like it’s building up to something he’s really not going to enjoy.

The injustice of it all doesn’t even register with him anymore. What’s the point of thinking something is unfair if nothing is ever going to change that? Waste of energy.

Aaron looks amused, this time. Sometimes he looks bored. Other times, he doesn’t look like anything at all. Something cold, something strange. Those are the worst days. 

All in all, this hasn’t become too bad, yet—

The pain suddenly becomes impossibly sharp, as a wet, popping noise breaks the relative silence. 

A scream is ripped from his throat, and Ace feels tears welling in his eyes. He can’t remember the last time pain made him cry like that. Even Aaron stops pressing down, and blinks at him, mild curiosity shining in his eyes. Pained gasps turn into sobs as his brother steps off, and Ace doesn’t get the chance to even try to move away before Aaron is crouching down and reaching out.

He doesn’t get a moment’s reprieve before his shirt is pulled up and he feels cold fingers pressing into his ribs, feeling, searching for—

“Oh, yep, that’s broken,” Aaron mutters as he presses down on Ace’s seventh rib on his left side, and his brother wails. “Oh shut up, quit being such a fucking baby.”

Hurts, hurts to breathe, I can’t— 

A single glancing glare from Aaron is enough to make Ace shut his mouth with a whimper. He doesn’t want this momentary respite to end. He’s in a lot of fucking pain, and he just wants to crawl into his room and pass out. 

If he can even crawl at all, now.

“You think your ribs got damaged in your little accident and that’s why they broke so easily?” Aaron asks, while he keeps prodding the quickly forming bruise, making Ace’s vision dark each time he does.

No, I think you just stepped on me with your full weight and ribs are not meant to handle that.

He doesn’t say that. Because Aaron is not actually expecting a reply, and because he’d get so much worse than a bruised rib if he did.

There is a part of him that wants to cry and beg and plead for mercy, and he can feel tears running down his face as he struggles to breathe, but he knows that Aaron will only take that as encouragement. So Ace closes his eyes and tries not to scream as his brother once again pushes on the broken bone.

Aaron looks so happy.

[silver-wield]

SPOILERS!!!!!!!

While thematically it makes sense for Jill to wait Clive to return from the final battle because of their history, realistically I think Jill should go with them since she is also an Eikon and can also fly. What are your thoughts on this?

Spoilery answer coming

Thing is, when Clive takes their eikons they lose control of themselves.

Benedikta and Kupka let their emotions consume them and lost their egos to the eikon, so weren't in control of themselves anymore after Clive took them.

Dion was pushed past his mental limits and lost his mind when Ultima tricked him into killing his father, but he initially survived because Clive hadn't taken his eikon beforehand. He was able to prime to carry them to Origin because he retained his ego and overpowered the eikon to remain in control. He was shown throughout to have a strong will that took Ultima years to break, and only by killing Dion's father was he able to succeed.

Jill willingly offers her eikon to Clive, but afterwards she's a lot weaker to the point even Joshua shows concern about her taking part in battle against the Waloders. She's also gone through a lot of emotional trauma and doesn't like using her eikon unless necessary because it makes her feel like a monster who murders indiscriminately. She's also suffering from the curse, as shown by her holding her left arm at times, and if there's one person Clive wouldn't want pointlessly using their powers, it's her. He literally tells her to save her strength whenever she asks if she should semi prime, so Clive's very aware of Jill's general condition and does everything he can to support her.

There's also no guarantee any of them are coming back, no matter how Jill pleads for Clive to save himself, so there's plenty of reasons why she doesn't go and why the others don't expect her to.

Dion is ready to die for redemption over what he did as Bahamut, and Clive and Joshua are necessary to fight Ultima. If anything, I'm more surprised they didn't take Torgal with, but then I guess that would "ruin" the ending because Torgal would react to Clive being dead. The same goes for Jill. If she went, the crappy ambiguity of the ending would be destroyed.