#it hurts like a whole buttcheek on a stick

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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hi! I'd like to ask you to make a Ghost NSFW alphabet if it's not asking too much! Thank you.

Hello Anon, of course it is not asking too much. I love those, was looking forward to doing it, you reminded me of it so thank you very much! Now to work:

TW: NSFW, SMUT. MINORS DNI!

Ghost's NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I'm afraid Ghost isn't much the touchy type; his affection demonstrations don't usually involve touching, but that doesn't mean he won't pet your hair and softly brush your shoulder with his calloused rough fingertips sometimes. He'll be staring you for long time, pride on his eyes for the handprints and hickeys while he blows out some smoke from his cigarette. If you ask what's he looking at, he's gonna give you a little smirk in return and say something following the lines of "My signature." I also feel like he'll like to be a bit more of the useful type: offer you some water or a cigarette from his own pack, and mostly be silent, but definitely hearing everything you got to say to him. Might not look like, but he's paying attention.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ghost loves anything you got that he can squeeze, grab onto; he loves your thighs, your ass - he's a slave for your ass. He'd face the depths of hell if that meant he could screw you doggy by the end. When he thrusts deep inside your walls and your buttcheeks hit his crotch, he swears to god he's in heaven.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Oh girl, he loves painting you like you're his very own canvas. It goes everywhere as you can remember. Sometimes on your ass, your breasts or deep down your throat, watching you with a devilish smile as you gag trying to cram it all on your mouth and swallow him at the same time. If you're on your knees desperately trying to find way in your mouth to fit his whole length, he'll grab a handful of your hair and command you, "open for me." You'll be obedient and stick your tongue out like the little bitch you are, and he'll pump his cock a few times before releasing it purposefully sloppily against your face; he doesn't care if it hits your tongue, your cheeks or your eyes or even if it drips down your face and make you look like melting. He likes seeing you like that; he might take a picture, heh

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I'm pretty sure we can all come to agreement that Ghost is a little bit obsessed with you. He wasn't in the beginning, he's not an essentially loving and caring person and that wouldn't change - but when he started catching feelings for you, things got intense rather quickly. I think that something he'd try to hide from you in order not to scare you off, is that he got a huge knife play and cnc kink. He would hate to do anything that would hurt you out of your playroom, so whenever you got to discover and told him you were willing to try, he'd quickly set a safe word in order to prevent that. Also, he's a switch. But honestly THAT'S NOT A SURPRISE FOR ANYONE

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Well, as a hot ass grown man, he's definitely got tons of experience with women. He knows what he's doing, he's skilled from what he learnt before you. I feel that he was never an enthusiast of having serious relationships, not because he was a womanizer but because he couldn't manage to commit. His work makes him absent most part of the time, he doesn't like to disappoint or frustrate anyone he cares about for not being able of being close; plus, his trauma kept him from making true emotional connections, so he was mostly a one night stand type of guy. That said, it's certain that he gets you crawling up the walls when he parts your folds with his soft tongue, and he wouldn't mind eating your pussy all night long if he had to. But trust me, he doesn't have to.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, where he can see your ass swagging against his hips as he thrusts hard deep into your sloppy cunt; standing, pinning you on the bathroom wall, holding your thighs over and getting to hit even deeper, where he can watch his own cock tip poking your belly walls each time he thrusts; a classic and passionate missionary, if he's feeling like eating you like his woman, and not like his whore.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I can't picture him being very goofy during sex, he loves commanding and he loves when you try to overpower him. He wouldn't use humor in this specific moment although he's got a acid sense of humour he'll definitely use on other moments the two of you have.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ghost doesn't give a single fuck about pubic hair if I'm to be honest. Not on you, not on himself. If you complain, he'll trim it for you; he always does whatever you tell him to when it comes to his appearence. He knows he's attractive, but he also knows his several scars might make some people feel disgusted of him only by glance. He loves you and doesn't want that to happen, so yes sister if you insist, he'll mow the grass!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on the colloquy. As said before, Simon's not a desperate romantic or the type of guy to reaffirm you all of the time; he's more of a gesture kind of guy. He expresses his love through actions, through caring for you. He has his moments. If you catch him in one of those moments, then he'll brush his fingers across your face, hold your jaw softly raising your face to him; "look at me," he'll say, but you'll feel no dominance in his voice. His thrust will go slower and slower, still deep - still hard, but slow, his waist moving like dancing, your fingers craving against the little hair that crosses the nape of his neck.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well he does spend too much time away from you in missions or trainment, and whenever he does, he'll find himself completely frustrated and desperate for release and whenever he gets the chance - in bedtime, when he's finally alone, he'll close his eyes and picture the image of your breasts moving freely, his hand digging into your waist, the sound of his hips hitting against your thighs, his dogtag hanging by side as you ride him wild. Nothing of that ever feels enough although, and he'll most likely break you in half when he comes back home, starving after spending days and maybe weeks without seeing you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Switch. Switch, height kink, also hmmm... switch, absolutely a switch, loves when you take over control and make him beg, loves making you beg, got a special taste for treating you like the dumb little bitch you are and praising you right after as you deserve. ♥

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, if you tease him - he'll fuck you wherever the fuck he can. He doesn't like the idea of other people looking at you or of showing you around, he's rather very possessive, so if you tease him out in public he'll give you a look and you'll know you're damned when the two of you get home.

But, his favorite place will always be in the shower with you. That delicious scented haze in the air, your body wet and those little drops coming out of your hair - taking a bath with him is honestly an invitation.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He doesn't oversexualize you to the point of getting aroused by anything you do, but if he feels the least sense of teasing in your voice, he'll go for it. If you wear his clothes - his shirt in the morning while preparing breakfast, or to sleep: rock hard. And also when you get angry at him for anything. Curse him for letting the wet towel over the bed, he'll bite his lip and do exactly as you told him, "yes ma'm."

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wouldn't hurt you by any chance; not for real. Of course the two of you have your little playing moments, but he wouldn't do anything that would get you hurt, phisical or emotionally.

Wouldn't share. He feels like he could spank off to blood any guy who tried to lay a finger on you. Toxic king

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I said before, he loves eating you out. He loves your little mumbless, the little cries for help whenever he's edging you to your very limits - he loves the sloppy sounds, fill your pussy with salliva and feel his tongue sliding up and down between your folds on that most pleasurable core of yours. You might wake up to his head between your thighs sometimes, if that's something you're okay with. He obviously also loves filling your adorable velvety mouth with his cock. He loves how it would never fit entirely - he loves your struggle to swallow as much as you can.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, yes, depending on how things are going between two of you and the moment. Fast, never. He's always slow, he's very aware of his size and he'd never want to hurt you. If he's making love rather than just fucking you, he'll go even slower, torturing you by letting you feel him getting inside inch by inch, little by little.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a huge fan of fucking you quickly by the morning, as two of you just woke up and are both getting ready to go to work; gives him energy to start the day. Either if it is still in bed while you didn't even get to open your eyes straight, or against the kitchen bench as he helps you preparing breakfast.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll experiment almost anything you ask him to, if you show interest and if it doesn't involve hurting you for real. As for riks, I don't think Simon would be willing to take the risk of getting you pregnant for the quick satisfation of breeding you. Although he'd love to - because nothing would claim you better than his own cum - he doesn't think he's ready to be a father for a long time in your relationship. So till then, he avoids.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh god, let's go: he's a soldier, he's been to war, he's been through hell, he's heavily trained. Fucking you isn't an effort. He could go all night long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he owns them himself, but he wouldn't refuse to use them! And he wouldn't see them as a threat to himself of course, Jesus.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Considering he loves hearing you whimpering like a dirty little slut, he loves edging you to your very limit. Till you can't stand anymore and then let you give in to your orgasm untouched, or suck you even harder and overstimulate you right after holding back your orgasm to his own will.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He moans. He mewls when you ride him, he grunts when you squeeze your walls against his thick cock, he lets out heavy breaths all of the time - he's not loud, but he does make lots of sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

A random headcannon for me is that he fantasized about fucking you way before the two of you even had the chance to talk - the very first time he saw you ever so spontaneous existing, breathing air and being your adorable self. He feels dirty for that, but it's truth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ghost having a big package wasn't a surprise to you - he definitely does look like the type of guy to have a big cock. You didn't expect it to be that big although. It's large, not big enough to look fake but big enough to make you struggle to fit it in your mouth, thick enough to stretch your walls when he fucks you and oh - it is massive. Filled with veins that pump his blood even harder when he's hard, and well - you even love seeing it soft inside of his boxers, because girl - his cock fills the boxers.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I'd say it's very high for a bunch of reasons. He wouldn't insist, if you said no you wouldn't have to say it again. It's not everyday and it's not all of the time, but he's always needing a way of discounting his frustration and stress, and he finds this comfort in either sleeping hugging on your waist with his head resting on your belly, or fucking you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

In my heacannon delulu world, he's got a trouble sleeping, so not very quickly for as much tired he is.

[jessreallywantsitall]

I wasn't sure how I was going to respond to seeing babies out in the wild (this sounds ridiculous but y'know just out and about) after what happened but so far everything has been fine. I find them cute and that's kinda it. But today at work a woman came in with a little baby in a stroller and she took the baby out and I asked "how old are they?" and she answered and told me a few things about him and then asked if I have children. And that my friends. That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick. Bc I genuinely didn't know how to answer. If I said two that wouldn't be true but it also isn't false? And I didn't want to dump my shit on a stranger but for a split second I considered telling her about what happened. I don't want to make other people uncomfortable and since I don't know her and what she's been through I don't want to trigger anything. But it felt like a lonely moment. Also, I don't mind that she asked. I think bc of the conversation and my interest in her child it's not out of place but it was just sucky timing. I could've seen it coming. It just reminded me of everything. This whole week has been difficult because we were supposed to have our 8 week sonogram on Wednesday and it fucking hurts.

[lovelesslittleloser]

Alright, I’ll be honest. I’ve been searching ao3 for an Undertale fic where the main character is a human and falls to the underground, yadda yadda, but once they make it out of the ruins (because really, who dies in the ruins??), they die. However, instead of resetting (if they even can, as their soul may not be very DETERMINED), they just decide willingly(? I mean they were murdered, but they agreed post-mortem, probably because dying hurts like a buttcheek on a stick) to be used to help break the barrier. However, to make it more interesting, they absorb themself(?? I cannot think of a better way to word this) into the monster who killed them, or a monster they just like good enough, and refuse to be absorbed by Asgore.

And actually yeah I’m staking my claim on this idea, I’m just putting it out there because I wish it to be so

My brain kinda took it in the direction of ‘the human is terrified, but also a Sneaky Snitch and makes their way through the entirety of the ruins without running into a single monster (excluding maybe Flowey, but they’d definitely run away from him), and run through all the way to the pre-Snowdin area (does that area have a name? It’s not Snowdin, but it’s snowy). However, we are going on the assumption here that in the game or original timeline or whatever, Toriel asked Sans to make the promise to her after Frisk met her and stayed a while. This is important because after the stick on the ground breaks, the mc snaps around, and then they fucking die. Since they rushed through the ruins and dodged meeting Mom.

So now that they’re dead, soul light blue, displaying their Patience (which was already shown, since it took for-fucking-ever to solve the puzzles in the ruins without help, while also avoid encountering any monsters safely). They freak out for a while, and when they regain composure, Sans is looking at them weird, talking to them about how ‘I knew that human souls stuck around after death, but I didn’t realize they kept their consciousness,’ and explaining what would happen to them to calm them down, making at least three puns during his whole spiel.

So the human, deciding ‘fuck it, I’m already dead and this guy’s fuckin hilarious,’ absorbed themself (still cannot think of any way to word this better) into Sans, granting him a fuckton more power and dodge time, because patience doesn’t mean you can take hits. Sans, very confused and vaguely distressed, does not know what to do, and just takes a shortcut to Undyne.

And then it continues escalating from there, probably

[deerdeardarling]

(Tw // body horror) ((I guess???))

Briefly thinking about the Direct Hit alt. timeline again.

Where instead of the wishing star splitting when it hits the ground; it splits mid air, and the two stars directly hit the middle of Hop's forehead and the back of Fiona's head.

Obviouslt they fall (on top of each other... kinda like Romeo and Juliet- damn-) and everyone's screaming and freaking out, but they get them to the hospital, and Hop and Fiona wake up the next morning... totally normal!

They've got some sick scars now- both looking like those eight point stars (like with the star in the front and a.. curved square behind it-). Hop's is mostly hidden under his fringe while Fiona's is hidden under her hair, but maybe she'll get an under cut or smthing? (Mostly cause it hurts like a buttcheek on a stick-)

But yeah! It's pretty much a literal take on the whole Chosen's Star thing ("Stars" being the name of the small portion of a legendaries soul a chosen has within them.)

Oh yeah and also they still wear the dynamax bands but the band's just don't have the wishing stars in them, they're more like regulators for the stars embedded within. :]

[hecckyeah]

rewarding myself for handling my big injury yesterday by buying jedi fallen order for $10 on steam today <3

[ask-the-face-man]

YOU MADE ME CRY WHEN I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!!! HOW DARE YOU TUG MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE THAT!!!! AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHGHGGG!!!!!!!!!!

Still love the movie, (platonically) love you!💙

"Ugh, it hurt like a buttcheek on a stick dude. I still have a few bruises and cuts, what many people don't know is that the whole thing was method acting. So we actually fought aliens and met Cassandra's future son.

It was all so good and so bizarre we were allowed to film it!"

[luckystarrs18]

Some more 2012 Turtles headcanons. More people liked the other way more than I thought they would so here’s another.

•Mikey may seem innocent, but he’s the one on the internet all the time. He can quote vines and memes word for word. *Raph hits him once* “MOTHERTRUCKER DUDE, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!”

•In order of most likely to least likely swear is Casey, Raph, Karai, Mikey, April, Leo, and Donnie.

•Donnie once worked for a week straight, it took all four of his siblings, Casey, April, AND Splinter to get him out of his lab. Leo, with the help of Mikey, then put him on room arrest. There is now a little calendar for Donnie that Mikey handmade so he can’t do that again.

•Leo is such a mom. He will go mother-hen mode on any of his siblings along with April and Casey.

•Mikey invites the Mighty Mutanimals over for weekly sleepovers. Slash and Rockwell are always hesitant while Pete and Leatherhead are the first to arrive. It’s a great way for everyone to relieve stress without anyone getting injured, most of the time.

•No one ever brings up Leo’s weird crush on Karai. If they do, they better prepare to have something thrown at them.

•Leo’s crush on Karai was just mostly him meeting a girl for the first time, and not only a girl, but a badass girl too.

•Mikey would be the first one to 100% date an actual human. Snacks and video games are a good way into someone’s heart.

•The Hamato siblings each have their own favorite shows. Donnie watches documentaries, whether it be true crime, history, or nature. Leo watches anime and cartoons from the 80’s to early 00’s. Mikey watches cartoons, modern and older. He also watches crime and paranormal shows. Raph specifically watches Ghost Adventures and wrestling. Karai watches romantic shows while making fun of them and also watches wrestling.

•Contrary to popular belief, Mikey is rather smart. He just decides not to show it because after the whole thing with Shredder happened, he realized that their family needed someone positive and optimistic to help cope.

[illegal-spiegel]

smoky ink

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader Genre: fluff, crack?, vague smut Warnings: drunken tattoos w Denki, groping Summary: Playing truth or dare with Denki while you were drunk ends up being a huge mistake when you get a tattoo of something from one of your favorite heroes on your ass.  Word Count: 4k words A/N: Happy birthday, boom boom boy!!🥳❤️

1k Followers Event prompt #34 “Do I have to pull down my pants to show you?”

In hindsight, you should’ve known better than to play truth or dare with Denki while you were both drunk. Honestly, it’s your fault for giving in and playing the dumb game with him, again, while you’re drunk. 

“Truth or dare?” he asks, a sly smirk on his face. You’ve been picking truth this whole time, but you can only do truths five times before you’re out of truths. 

Deciding to just go ahead and get it over with, you sigh and give him a bored look as you say in the blandest voice possible, “Dare.”

He pretends to think about it as if he didn’t already know what he was going to dare you to do since he first asked you to play. “Tell Bakugou that you like him or get a tattoo with me. A tattoo of my choosing,” he offers, the smirk getting worse the more he speaks. 

You should’ve known. You honestly would’ve texted him, told him, and then lied, and said Denki did it, but you didn’t like the idea of him even wondering if you actually liked him, that there was a possibility of it. What if he reacted badly before you could even explain what had happened? 

Yeah, no thanks. 

“Let’s go get a tattoo then,” you state boldly as you stand up off your bed, already slipping on your shoes, albeit very slowly thanks to the alcohol in your system. He pouts at you as he lets out a long groan, his body flopping back onto your bed. 

“You’re so boring!” he whines, slowly bringing himself up to glare at you. 

“Oh, so should I dare you to tell a certain someone that you like them?” you challenge, a smirk of your own coming to your face. His face goes pink at your words, his head shaking left and right rapidly after a moment. 

“No,” he mumbles, getting off your bed and putting on his own shoes. Once you two are ready to go, you open up your door and step out into the hallway. Just as you’re shutting your door behind you both, Bakugou emerges from the door down the hall that leads to the stairwell. You make eye contact with him before his eyes shift to Denki who is standing behind you. 

Just as your door clicks shut, Denki wraps his arm around your shoulders and starts leading you down the hall towards him. Bakugou doesn’t wait a moment longer before walking down the opposite hall towards his bedroom. You let out a soft sigh as you reach the top of the stairs, slowly starting to climb down them. 

“Don’t look so down! Midoriya probably just pissed him off again or something,” he reassures, bumping his shoulder into yours. You force a smile to your face and direct it at him, bumping him back. 

“Race ya!” you shout before taking off down the steps, almost tripping several times. 

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Denki roars, swiftly following after you. You laugh loudly as you take two steps at a time, trying to beat him to the bottom. You both jump at the end, landing on the floor almost at the same time. 

You’re not sure who won though. 

“Ha! I won!” Denki boasts loudly, throwing his arms into the air. This makes you scoff, your hands finding their way to your hips while you try to regain some of the air you lost into your lungs. 

“As if! I clearly won that!” you claim, unsure if you’re even right or not. You both go back and forth the entire way out of the building, only waving to people you pass as a greeting since you’re so involved in your argument. 

Once you’re outside, you wrap your arm around Denki’s neck and tug him down to give him a noogie. He shouts and tries to pull away, but you keep a strong hold on him. “I yield! I yield!” he shouts, finally making you let him go with a satisfied grin on your face. 

“That’s what I thought.”

You two walk to the closest tattoo and piercing parlor, both of you bubbling with nerves and excitement. As you walk in, you take in the place with innocent, round eyes. 

“Alright! I’ll pick out your tattoo and you can pick out mine!” Denki informs before taking off to the opposite end of the shop. You chuckle softly as you watch him go, starting to walk around to look for available tattoos.

You end up choosing a Pikachu one for him, feeling satisfied with your choice. You just hope he is serious about this and doesn’t choose something completely ridiculous. 

Once you both have your tattoos, you each hide the tattoo you picked out from the other as you meet back in the middle. “I found the perfect one,” you say confidently. He chuckles as he secretly looks down at his phone. 

“Oh, I think mine is much better,” he chirps. You squint your eyes at him in suspicion but ultimately let it go, walking over to the artist that will be tattooing you both. 

“You’re first,” you tell him, wanting to make sure that he’s going to actually go through with this instead of just making you get one on your own. After arguing back and forth a couple of minutes, he eventually gives in. 

“Fine, coward,” he jabs, slowly taking his seat. You decide to let him pick where he wants it, knowing that if you don’t, he’ll choose a terrible spot for you in return. He ends up getting it on his chest, deciding to put it right on his right pec. 

“No peeking,” you declare as you show the artist what he’s getting. Denki huffs as he peels his shirt off, laying back in the chair and tilting his head back to make sure he doesn’t peek. 

To your surprise, Denki doesn’t nearly complain as much as you thought he would. Sure, he grunts and flinches every once in a while but all in all, he just quietly sits there, quietly looking up at the ceiling as the mechanical sound of the needle thrumming fills the room. Well, that is until the tattoo is completed. “Jesus! That hurt more than a buttcheek on a stick!” he exhales dramatically, quoting a video that he saw forever and a half ago. 

“Alright, no peeking until mine is done,” you remind, laughing lightly at his words while you take your seat. Denki playfully salutes you before pulling out his phone to show the artist what you’re getting as they clean up the equipment, and you can’t help the nerves that start spiking out of nowhere. 

“Where do you want it?” 

“Um, how big is it?” you tentatively ask, hoping Denki wouldn’t do something extreme. The artist looks over to Denki, silently asking him how big he wanted the piece to be. Denki furrowed his eyebrows as he thought over it for a moment, before lifting his hand and making a circle with his thumb and index finger. 

“About this big, I’d say,” he ultimately says. The circle is about as big around as the diameter of his wrist. You let out an audible sigh as you try to figure out what the tattoo he planned for you was going to be. You wanted to have a little more faith in your friend, you really did, but it was hard when that friend was a total jokester like Denki.

“Can I just get it on my ass?” you ask softly, letting out an awkward laugh to mask just how nervous you truly felt, but it doesn’t quite give the effect you hoped it would. The artist simply nods as Denki starts cackling in response. 

“Seriously, (Y/n)? Have some faith in me!” he teases between chuckles, knowing you only wanted it there to hide it. You glare over at him, slowly taking off your pants before folding them up and placing them off to the side to be out of the way. You turn to lay on your stomach, trying to ignore how warm your cheeks were getting out of the embarrassment of the situation.

“Damn, (Y/n)! What you doin’ out here with all that ass?” Denki jokes, making your blush worsen as you quickly whip your head around to shoot him a hard stare.

“Stop being such a pig and come hold my hand!” you hiss, the look you’re give him turning to one of pure ice when he just laughs and rounds the table to come sit in front of you. He finally takes your hand with a smirk, kissing the back of it. 

You scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you try to mentally prepare yourself for the pain that you were about to endure. When the needle first makes contact with your skin, you jump a bit and tighten your grip on Denki’s hand. You fight villains almost every day of your life and have almost died on numerous occasions, and yet, this seemed to hurt worse in comparison. Though, this definitely helps you sober up somewhat. After a while, you start to get used to the pain of the needle making passes over your skin and start to feel your muscles relax a bit, Denki further helping you relax as he distracts you by talking away. 

Once your tattoo is finally done, you slowly stand up and waddle over to the mirror with Denki. “On three. One, two, three!” You count down before turning to look over your shoulder at the tattoo. 

“Woah! It looks so good! Thanks, (Y/n)!” Denki cheers. You can’t bring your eyes away from your left ass cheek though, your mouth not cooperating with your brain. 

Sitting there, on your skin forever, might you add, is a tattoo of Bakugou’s green gauntlets surrounded by tiny explosions and smoke. You’re not sure how to react at first but it comes to you quickly. 

“I’m going to kill you!” you shout, noticing that he is already running away. You chase after him, without pants, by the way, for a moment before the tattoo artist asks you both to calm down. You clench your jaw together while walking back over to the artist, letting them properly wrap up both your and Denki’s tattoos. The entire time you were glaring at Denki though, swearing to yourself that you’ll really kill him this time. 

“You must be a big fan of Dynamight’s,” the artist comments as he finishes wrapping up your tattoo, your face heating further at his comment while Denki does his best to hide his laughter, and failing miserably.

Once you both pay and are good to go, Denki rushes out of the shop with you trailing not too far behind as you start to chase after him again, both of you having a lot of pent-up energy from sitting down for so long. Once you finally catch up to him, you grab him by the collar of his shirt so he can’t escape while you prepare yourself to clobber him. But before you can get a good swing in, he lifts his hands up in surrender, offering to take you out for food in exchange for not hurting his precious face. You shove him with a scoff, his hand coming up to rub the spot where you grabbed his collar from. 

“Fine. You’re paying for everything though.” 

Humming contently as you lead the way to find a good place to eat nearby.

After getting a fill of some food, the both of you start walking back to the dorms, before realizing that it’s been long enough for you to take off the plastic wrap covering your tattoo. You’ll ignore it for now though, deciding that you’ll do it once you get back into your room. You’ll probably cover it up again after getting a picture of it just to make sure it doesn’t get infected though.

“I can’t wait for Bakubro to see your tattoo. He’ll finally know how much of a fan you are,” Denki teases you as you two near the dorms. Your face warms as you raise your hand to hit him with a shout, making him yelp and take off again. 

“Come back here, you gremlin!”

You chase him all the way back, cursing and shouting at him the entire time as you try to catch him. You’re panting for air by the time you come inside, trying to ignore the stares everyone is giving you. Denki is breathless from running but somehow still manages to laugh at your angry face. He crashes down into a seat beside Kirishima and leans against him for support. You glare daggers at him while you stomp on over, ready to throw hands with him. 

“What’s going on with you two?” Jiro asks with a raised brow, looking between you and the electric blonde.  

“Nothing!” You answer quickly, your face flaming with heat. No one can find out about your new tattoo. No one. 

“Awe come on, don’t be shy, (Y/n)!” Denki teases, wiping tears of joy away from his eyes. 

“Shut it, Denki!” you shout back, hitting his shoulder with as much force as you can muster. 

“Ow! Hey! Quit it!” he shouts before flicking your forehead. 

“No, you quit it!” you retort, flicking him right back. 

You two go back and forth until Bakugou, who you failed to notice until now, directs a glare at you both with a shout.

“Will the two of you extras shut up? Why are you even arguing in the first place?” he roars, making you both fall quiet. You, obviously, didn’t plan on answering that but you should’ve known that Denki would. 

“(Y/n) got a tattoo!” Denki screeches out before you can stop him, gathering everyone’s attention. 

“Did not! He did!” You shout right back, hoping no one can tell how flustered you are. 

“What? No way! You got a tattoo? Let me see it!” Mina gasps before clambering up to tug at your shirt collar and sleeves to try and find where it’s at. 

“I can’t!” 

“Yes, you can!” 

“I can’t, Mina!”

“Why not?” she whines, tugging on your shirt like a toddler now. You go quiet at that, trying to think of a good lie to tell her. 

“Because she got it on her ass!” Denki declares, making you whip around to glare at him. 

“Why you—” you start as you jump for him, his eyes widening as he quickly hops up to run away again. You can’t even chase after him either thanks to Mina grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your room with a few of the others you’re close with in tow. 

“I want to see it right now!” she shouts, almost making you trip from how fast she’s walking. Once in the safety of your room, you tug your pants down enough to show them your new tattoo. 

“Oh my god…”

“(Y/n)!”

“I can’t believe it!”

“I know. It’s terrib—” you start to say before someone else cuts you off.

“It’s so good!” 

“Yeah, it looks great!”

“What?” you ask in shock, feeling your jaw drop in surprise. Are they serious right now? It’s embarrassing! 

“It looks so good! I want to get one now!”

“Where did you go?” You can’t even take any of them seriously right now. 

“Guys, it’s a disaster!” Mina rolls her eyes at you, moving to sit on your bed as she looks at your tattoo again. 

“It is not. Stop being so dramatic.”

“I’m not! What if Bakugou finds out? He might kill me!” 

“If, (Y/n), if he finds out,” she replies with a smirk, leaning back on her hands. You stare at her for a long moment before slowly nodding your head back at her, your shoulders starting to relax. 

“Right, yeah, if he finds out,” you reply with a sigh, pulling your pants back up and laying down onto your bed with a sigh. 

What you all forgot about was a crucial detail though. That detail is a loudmouth blond who is one for drama and pranks. 

You don’t even realize you fell asleep until you hear swift knocking at your door. You groggily sit up and rub at your eyes, finding everyone is already gone. You must’ve fallen asleep sometime after laying down and they let themselves out. 

You bring yourself out of your short daze when the knocking swiftly returns much louder this time. “Yeah, I heard you the first time!” you quip as you climb out of bed, mad that you’ve been woken up from such a nice sleep. 

When you open the door, Bakugou is the last one you would’ve thought to be on the other side. You silently gape at him for a second, having trouble finding what to say. A simple ‘hello’ would’ve been fine, but you couldn’t even muster that up. 

Your eyes widen further when he pushes past you into your room, your eyes finally blinking. “Sure, come on in,” you mumble sarcastically and close the door, turning to face him only to find him already staring at you. 

“Is it true?” he asks vaguely, your half-asleep brain still trying to fully wake up and process what’s going on. 

“What?” is all you can find to say in response. 

“Is it true you got a tattoo of me?” he further asks, his eyes staring deeply into yours to gouge your reaction. All at once, you become a blushing and stuttering mess. 

“What? No! Of course not! Who gave you that crazy idea?” you sputter, pressing yourself back against the door. 

“Denki did. He told me that you two went to go get them earlier,” Bakugou further explains, taking a step closer to you. The room suddenly feels too warm for your liking, the air becoming dry in your lungs. 

“Well, Denki is a liar…” you mumble, looking away from him. You make a mental note to literally kill Denki later. 

“Show me.”

“What?” you ask, your eyes snapping back to his face to find that he is quite serious. 

“Show me the tattoo,” he demands, his voice becoming a tad bit softer than before. You gulp at his commanding voice, starting to shake your head and press yourself further into the door. 

“No.”

“Why not?” he asks, his brows knitting together. Why does he seem surprised?

“Because I can’t,” you explain, watching his brows now furrow downward. 

“Yes, you can.”

“No, Bakugou, I can’t. Just let it go,” you reply with a sigh, looking away from his eyes once more to look down at his shoes. 

“No, I’m not letting it go. It’s of me anyway, isn’t it? You’re required to show me,” he pushes, taking another step towards you and getting into your personal bubble. 

You place your hands onto your hips with a huff and shift your gaze to his, glaring up at him. “Do I have to pull down my pants to show you to get you to shut up?” you hiss, feeling your face become as hot as an inferno. 

He crosses his arms over his chest and glares down at you. “I guess you have to,” he sasses, making you angrily frown at him. 

“Fine!” you snap before turning around and tugging your pants just far enough to reveal your tattoo. You don’t hear him say anything or even gasp, your heartbeat in your ears the only sound that you can hear. You wearily look over your shoulder to look at him, your breath catching in your throat when you see the look on his face.

His eyes have drooped and become half-lidded as he stares down at it, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You don’t dare speak, afraid that if he turns that look onto you, you won’t be able to control yourself. 

You don’t have to speak though since he can feel your heavy gaze on him. When his eyes shift up to meet yours, you wonder if he actually stopped breathing or if your mind is playing tricks on you. His eyes go back down though and a gasp rips out of you when his warm fingers gently graze over the tattoo. 

“Why?” he suddenly asks, your frazzled mind barely catching what he said. Your brain is deciding to focus more on how his fingers don’t seem to be leaving your ass anytime soon. 

“Why what?” you stutter out, followed by a gulp when his other hand moves to gently clasp your hip. 

“Why do you have a tattoo of me on your ass?” he whispers into your ear, his body heat radiating through you to your very core. You shiver and turn your head forward again, pressing your forehead to the wall to help ground yourself. 

“Denki picked it out,” you explain, sucking your lip into your mouth. He grunts at your answer and pulls away from you, making you turn around to face him in search of his touch again. 

“Denki? That’s it? No other reason?” he asks, his eyes not meeting yours. Your brows knit together at his question, your mind racing at what he could have possibly wanted to hear. It couldn’t be-

“Well, he’s technically not the only reason,” you mumble, distracting yourself by looking off to the side where a picture of the gang rests on your bedside table. You remember that day like it was yesterday. You all had decided to go to the beach and the picture was taken right as the sun hit the water on the horizon. You got a stranger to take the photo for you and Denki had shoved you and Bakugou together. By looking at the picture, you can just remember how warm your face had gotten being pressed against his side like that. It only got hotter when he had wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“So what’s the other reason then?” he asks, stepping to the side to block your vision from whatever you were staring at. 

“Why do you think?” you quip. 

“I’m guessing it’s because you have a fat crush on Dynamight,” he teases, his usual smirk finding its way onto his lips. 

“Maybe I do, what about it?” you sass, giving him your own smirk, even though you’re secretly dying on the inside from embarrassment.

“Well, it’s a good thing he likes you back, seeing as how you got a tattoo of him on your ass,” he bluntly replies, forcing his way into your personal space once more, but this time he presses his front against yours. 

You both stare into the other’s eyes, trying to decipher what the other’s next move is going to be. Almost at the same time, you both surge forward and smash your mouths together. The kiss unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, a new fire igniting in both of you. It’s quite sloppy, your teeth gnashing together and angrily biting the other’s bottom lip. 

His rough hands squeeze your hips as he pulls you closer to his body, grinding himself into you. One hand wanders and immediately heads for the tattoo that you hid from him after he first touched it. He aggressively kneads the cheek without the tattoo, tracing over the image under your jeans with his other hand. 

“Mind if I get a better look at it?” he breathlessly inquires, his hooded eyes meeting yours. Instead of verbally responding, you connect your lips together once more, urging his hands to the front of your jeans to tug them back down your legs again. He does so with ease, only pulling away from your hips to peel them down your legs. He cups you through your underwear, giving a low chuckle when you let out a whimper.

“More,” you beg, impatiently tugging your underwear down just enough for him to see how ready you are for him. He lets out a satisfied hum and brings his hands down to your bare ass to give each cheek a firm squeeze, being mindful of the tattoo that’s towards the top. A loud whine escapes you before you can trap it, his lips finding their way to your neck. 

“Why don’t you lie down on the bed on your hands and knees to give me a better view of that tattoo?” he mumbles against your skin, his ears being met by a complying moan in response.

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[pockydays]

six things

» characters: oikawa x gn!reader » synopsis: six things you should know about tooru oikawa before you fall in love with him: a cautionary tale » word count: 0.8k » contains: angst, unrequited love (?), mild language, slight timeskip spoilers » a/n: i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed breaking my own heart while writing this :”) this is my first attempt at pure angst so please do tell me if it hits the spot hehe

falling in love with tooru oikawa is a two-step process.

1. the first step is the part where you realize that even you are not immune to his charisma and wit.  

his sly winks and unsolicited laughs that seemed like they were only meant for you touch some unreached crevice of your heart, and that terrifies you.

2. the second step is when you remember that tooru oikawa is way, way out of your league. 

you don’t need to know how many girls profess their undying love to him in the seclusion of an empty classroom or hear how loud his fans scream for him during volleyball matches to know that fact. 

no, you just know.

so you steel your resolve, vowing to never, ever fall in love with the dangerous beauty that is tooru oikawa, because by the time you realize it, it’ll be too late.

that year, during the last precious moments in the high school you called home for years, you learn two things:

3. falling in love isn’t something you can control, even if you willed yourself to stop with every fiber of your being.

in spite of your (very) noble efforts, your heart can’t stop tugging you in his direction, your eyes can’t stop searching for him first thing after walking into the classroom, and your mind can’t stop running in circles, the routes always somehow finding their way back to him.

4. love hurts like a buttcheek on a stick bitch.

tooru oikawa breaks the heart you never even meant to give him.

i’m thinking about leaving the country, he says on graduation day, and you ask, so soon? 

you’ve always had a knack for being late.

you don’t have the heart to tell him that those words clawed your heart to shreds. you can’t have the heart to tell him if he already stole it, right?

a word of caution for those who ever fall in love with tooru oikawa, in two parts:

5. tooru oikawa is never late to anything.

oikawa was never late to class, regardless of whether morning practice ran over; he was always there by the time the bell rang, his pristine smile and crisp uniform giving no indication that he sprinted from the gym to first period math. he wasn’t late to the grand opening of the bakery across the street, where he almost single handedly bought out their whole stock of milk bread before the manager told him that the 50% off discount only applied to a maximum of five items.

and he certainly wasn’t late when he got the offer to move to another country and pursue his volleyball career even further. after all, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to chase their dreams? even you knew this in your inconsolable longing for someone whose heart belonged somewhere halfway across the world.

but understanding doesn’t always mean reprieve.

6. tooru oikawa is destined for greater things.

tooru oikawa is destined for greater things, and you aren’t, you tell yourself as you walked home from school one last time, never daring to look behind your shoulder because that’s when the people in those romance novels regret it, right? 

tooru oikawa was destined to pursue his dreams, and you were the one left behind.

you spend the next few years picking up the pieces of your broken heart and painstakingly piecing it back together fragment by fragment. you almost forget the hurricane that was tooru oikawa, the whirlwind that tore through your life out of nowhere and turned everything upside down, inside out, and back around for good measure. 

you almost forget the hurricane that is tooru oikawa. you were almost finished forgetting, until he appeared back in his hometown, where you happened to be.

it’s just a coincidence, you both tell yourselves, but you can’t help but wonder where his heart lie after all this time. he wonders where yours is, too. 

he gets his answer when he sees you intertwine your fingers with those of another man, a man that’s not him, and before the rational half of his brain could stop the other emotional half, he blurts out：

“i was waiting for you.”

your eyes widen in disbelief.

“after all this time?”

always, he wants to answer, but the band of metal around your ring finger tightens a vice around his throat.

and in this moment, tooru oikawa wishes that if he could be late to every single opportunity he seized before, if it meant he could trade the weight of an olympic gold medal around his neck for that of your arms, it would all be worth it.

it would all be worth it, if it meant he could have you forever.

[gidianthe]

“mother TRUCKER dude!” is from a vine. the whole thing is “mother TRUCKER dude! that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.” and “this guy STINKS!” is from a spongebob episode. the whole thing is “oh BROTHER this guy STINKS!” so it seems like you just. combined them

thank you for so quickly decoding that for me because i absolutely refused to google the phrases myself... now that youve explained it i remember that mother trucker dude vine but i have no idea how the spongebob line entered my brain but its fascinating that my brain just combined the two

[kelieah]

was it worth it? (peter parker x reader)

request (summary) @annamckayla : Hello, ur amazing! I wanted to request an Imagine where the reader and Peter are married with a bby, and after every mission she could be like "was it worth it" (in a kind playful way) and each time he would say yes, but one day the reader is somehow muddled up in this dangerous mission along side a few other ppl, he saves everyone but her, and he doesnt know if it was worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: lil bit of fluff, LOTS of angst so buckle up

edited: this is one of my longest fics so far, i put a lot of effort into this one kdsjnsdkfn

a/n: hehe ily anna but this request not cool dawg (jk ily but writing this hurt like a buttcheek on a stick)

masterlist | teaser

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You look out the window, holding the beautiful baby boy you and Peter made in your arms and rock him back and forth. Your eyes scan over the city buildings, knowing your husband’s somewhere out there stopping crimes and saving lives.

“Did you know Ben, that your daddy is out there kicking butt? Saving lives, almost every day?” you look down at your sleepy baby.

He glances up at you with half-lidded eyes and coos, reaching out to you. You smile warmly and let him grab your finger.

“Yup, that’s right, daddy’s Spider-Man. I almost fainted when he first told me during our Senior year of high school,” you shake your head and chuckle at the memory.

You continue to sway him in your arms until he falls asleep. You hum quiet lullabies and walk over to the bedroom, placing him in his crib that was next to you and Peter’s bed.

Your head snaps up once you hear the bedroom window sliding up slowly. You chuckle quietly and place your hands on your hips, already knowing who it is.

Peter crawls in and onto the ceiling, closing the window with his foot. “Peter Benjamin Parker, you better not jump down. Ben’s asleep,” you warn in a hushed tone.

He looks over at you and takes off his mask, flashing you a sheepish smile. God, you could never get tired of watching him take off his mask like that.

He crawls down the side of the wall and quietly lands, walking over to you. He holds your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his, “You seem really beat, Mr. Parker,” you mutter softly.

“I sure am, Mrs. Parker,” he pecks your lips, glancing down into your eyes.

You sigh longingly, curling your fingers in his hair, “Was it worth it?” you tease quietly.

He sighs softly, “Are you going to ask that every single time I go out on a patrol?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Mhm, because you’re not just coming home to your lovely wife. You’re coming home to your lovely wife and baby boy,” you whisper.

“In my eyes sweetheart, it’s worth it to save another one’s life, stop crime and come home to my whole world, you two,” he cups your face, pressing kisses all over.

“But what if you don’t come home one day?” you whisper, feeling your eyes begin to gloss at the thought.

Peter tilts your head up towards him and kisses you deeply, bringing you closer, “You know I don’t know the answer to that. You shouldn’t constantly worry about the future baby, you should try-”

You sigh against his lips and pull away, “I know, Pete. I know,” you mumble.

“I love you, and Ben, so much. Don’t ever forget that okay?” he holds your cheek gently, caressing it.

You place your hand on top of his nodding, “We love you more.”

Some nights he came back without a scratch but most nights he came back with much more than just a scratch.

Ben’s next to the couch sprawled out on a soft blanket, playing with some of his toys.

You’re fixing up some dinner until all of a sudden you hear a thud from your bedroom. You frown and quickly look up, turning off the stove in an instant.

You glance over at Ben making sure he’s fine. He looks up at you with curious eyes, his mouth all over a teething toy. You smile softly then quickly walk over to your bedroom, “Pete?” you peek your head in.

You gasp at the sight of Peter flat on the floor by the window, holding the side of his torso in pain. You rush over and slide next to him, lifting his head up gently to rest him on your lap.

“What happened?” you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek.

He smiles timidly and looks up at you, “I-I’m fine I swear baby, just a little whoopsie,” he breathes out.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and slowly lift up his hand. You frown at the deep cut above his hip, “Can you get up? I need to patch you up Peter,” you whisper.

He nods and carefully begins to sit up. You help him stand up and walk him over to the bathroom. You watch him lift himself up on the counter, letting out a sharp grunt.

You sigh, grabbing some cloth from the bottom drawer and handing it to him. “Apply pressure okay? I’m going to check on Ben,” you walk off.

You see Ben begin to doze off and walk up to him, scooping him up in your arms. You hold him gently and head back to the bedroom, placing him in his crib.

You walk back to Peter and get out the medical kit you have nearby at all times. Peter watches you with tired eyes, holding the cloth you gave him to his wound.

You look up at him and press a kiss against his forehead, “I think you need stitches bub,” you hold his cheek. He nods against your touch.

“Okay Mrs. Parker,” his raspy voice making your heart clench.

After stitching him up, you help him clean himself up. You stand in between his legs and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. You give him a concerned look that makes him pout.

“I know what you’re about to say.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Baby,” he groans quietly and pulls your waist close, “Yes, yes it was.”

You hum quietly, threading your hands through his hair, “Why?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, letting out a quiet sigh, “You know why.”

You exhale and press your lips against his for a moment. He kisses back and holds you closer. You pull away and cup his cheek in your hand, “I guess so,” you whisper.

You never stopped asking him that question every time you came home. Deep down, you dread the day you won’t be able to ask him due to him never returning.

Though you knew it was repetitive and annoying to ask, you couldn’t help but ask. There was this one night where Peter wasn’t having it and the two of you broke out in a fight that thankfully ended in an agreement.

Peter tiredly crawled through the bedroom window, freezing as his enhanced hearing picked out the soft snores that came out of Ben’s mouth.

He smiled softly and closed the window, jumping down quietly. He walks over and adjusts Ben’s small blanket. Peter shuffles over to the kitchen to grab some food.

“Hello to you too,” you piped up from the couch, leaning on the palm of your hand.

“Sorry babe, hi,” he came up to you, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“You okay? Rough night?” you sat up, looking up at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he waves his hand and goes over to the fridge, grabbing some food.

You sighed and followed, leaning against the counter. He heated up his food in the microwave and glanced over at you, “What?” he yawned.

“Was it worth it?” you teased, poking at his side.

Your smile faltered as you noticed he didn’t react. He let out a weak chuckle, “Mhm.”

“Peter, I’ve known you for what? Six years now? You can talk to me bub,” you murmured.

“Do you always have to fucking ask that question? Every single fucking time I come back from risking my life for others, “was it worth it” bullshit? Do you!?” he snapped his voice loud yet low enough to be heard by you but not by Ben. He dragged his hands down his face and looked over at you with the most exhausted expression, waiting for a response.

Your heart raced and you felt your throat begin to swell, never expecting Peter to burst out like that, “I-I never meant for it to upset you P-Pete,” you whispered, “I j-just-”

“You just what huh? Y/n, love, I don’t think you understand what I do out there,” he grits through his teeth, turning off the microwave that went off. “Of course it’s fucking worth it, I’m an Avenger. A hero. It’s what we do! That’s all we fucking do,” he fumed, pacing back and forth.

You inhaled sharply, quickly wiping away your tears that fell from your cheeks before Peter saw but you failed to do so. He stopped in his tracks, his heavy breathing calming down, “S-shit baby, I-I’m so sorry-” he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, “N-no, it’s okay. I get it, it was inconsiderate of me to ask, constantly. I-I just thought it was kind of like an inside joke y-you know? But there’s no excuse for it,” you whimpered, “A-actually a part of me, h-has been wanting to bring up y-your career Peter.”

He nodded, walking over and cupped your face, wiping away your tears, “Talk to me sunshine, I-I’m not mad. I’m not mad at you at all, dammit it’s just been a long day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you just now. I-I’m calm, just talk to me. I’m here, I got you,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, his words starting to take an affect on you.

You let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Peter, a-are you ever going to consider r-retiring? I-I know you’re young and I know it’s s-selfish of me to say, but you could do so many other great things. L-less risky careers, because we,” you choke slightly on your words, Peter instantly placing a hand on your back to soothe you. “B-because we have a family now Peter, and if you,” you sobbed, “If you died, god I don’t know what’d I do.”

Peter’s heart shattered at your words and he pulled you into a tight hug, bringing your head to his chest. “I know, I know,” he whispered painfully. “Y-you have to trust me, and what I do. I-I love you both, with all my heart. With all my entirety. But I-I just can’t give up what I do.”

You sighed deeply and nuzzled your head into his chest, “I get it Pete,” you sniffled, beginning to calm down. “I really do. But remember what you told me that night when I found out your identity?”

“Wanna check out the other web shooter?” he muttered, playing with your hair.

You stifle a quiet laugh, “Besides that. You told me you kept your secret for the longest time because you didn’t want to put my life in danger. Nor May’s, nor Ned’s. Or anyone close to you,” you sighed. “D-does that not concern you now?”

Peter tensed at your question, “W-well when you put it like that. I feel like shit now,” he grumbled making you chuckle. “Look, I’ll talk to Tony okay? I’d never want to put you in danger, let alone our own son. I-I’ve just been so wrapped up in being this superhero that everyone looks up to that I- I didn’t realize I have everything I could ever need in front of me. You and Ben,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms. You smiled in content, tearing up and held him close.

Even after that argument you had with Peter, you still managed to ask him the question. Luckily without pissing him off. He eventually came up with different creative and adorable responses each time which you absolutely adored.

“Peter, I’m going to run to the store real quick m’kay? Watch Ben,” you walk over to where he’s sitting, wrapping your arms around him.

He looks up at you and you peck his lips causing him to grin, “Okay mama.”

You smile happily, ruffling Ben who’s sitting in his dad’s lap and grab your keys, walking off. Ben pouts slightly and reaches out for you as you leave the apartment.

“Don’t worry buddy, mommy will be back,” Peter ruffles his head gently making him giggle. “Now look,” he props him up to face the TV, “That cool guy right there, that is Luke Skywalker.”

Soon after about two Star Wars movies later, Peter began to get worried. He places Ben who fell asleep back in his crib.

He walks over to his phone and leaves you another message. He paces around for a couple minutes and quickly glances at his phone repeatedly.

His heart jumps out of his heart when he hears your ringtone and immediately picks up, “Y/n? Are you okay? It’s been almost two-”

“Peter Parker,” a low raspy voice answers, “I hope you didn’t forget about me Spider-Man,” he chuckles darkly.

Peter’s eyes widen, panic beginning to rush throughout his body, “Where is she?” he spits.

“She isn’t the only one in danger Parker,” he holds your phone up, a bunch of other voices crying out for help.

“P-Peter!” he hears Aunt May wail out.

“You fucking monster,” Peter snarls, clenching his fist.

“Wilmington Fifth Street, the warehouse on the right. Can’t miss it. If you call backup, all your loved ones will be dead,” the anonymous enemy retorts and ends the call.

Peter quickly calls Tony, “Kid what? It’s like 9-”

“Mr. Stark please s-send someone over to my apartment to watch Ben. I-I have to take care of something please,” Peter explains, putting on his suit.

“On it,” Tony recognizes the panic in his voice, “Do you want me to send backup?” he asks but doesn’t receive a reply as Peter hangs up.

Peter paces around, running his hands through his hair. Within a couple of minutes he hears someone walk up to the front of the door and swings it open before they could knock, “Oh thank god, Happy. Please, watch Ben. I have to go,” he rushes back to the living room.

“O-oh okay, yeah of course. Peter what’s-” Happy asks closing the door behind him.

Peter jumps out the window and swings off to the address that clouded his mind. “God please, please,” he whimpers to himself and eventually lands in front of their warehouse.

He couldn’t just burst through the front door, that’d bring too much attention. Peter looks around and quickly swings up to the roof, finding an entrance from a lifted up window.

He scans the room quickly to see Aunt May, Ned and MJ all tied together. “Karen, is there anyone else is the building?” he mutters lowly.

“Yes. But if you act now, you can save those three,” she states.

“On it,” he grunts and swings down quietly. They all look up at Peter with fearful and tear-filled eyes, shaking their heads.

He quickly takes off the tape on their mouths and unties them, “Peter no he has her-” May sobs.

“I-It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay. All of you need to get out of here now. Police are on their way, they’ll be around the corner,” they all nod in response, too shaken up to say anything. He leads them towards a backdoor entrance. “Where’s Y/n?” he asks, before letting them go.

“She’s in the back, w-with the Vulture,” Ned looks over at Peter.

“He came back?” Peter’s breath hitches. “N-no time, okay go,” he pushes them out and quickly swings back inside.

“Karen, where are they?” Peter whimpers under his breath. She instantaneously shows the whole warehouse mapped out and where she detected two life forms.

Peter rushes over to the back and slams the door open. You sat there tied up in a chair and unconscious.

“Y-Y/n,” he sobs, stumbling over towards you.

“I wouldn’t,” a voice rings from behind you. Peter snaps his head up and shoots a web towards the voice.

The Vulture’s new and improved wings cut his web as it came towards him, “You know Parker, all those years ago. When you were a little fucking Freshman, you took everything from me. Everything.”

“You’re supposed to be in jail,” Peter snaps, walking over to him swinging a fist to his masked face. The Vulture’s wings are too fast and slashes his arm before Peter could make contact. 

Peter lets out a strained yelp and gets kicked down by him. “Now, I’m going to take everything away from you, starting off with your wife,” he spits, placing his weighted foot down on Peter’s head.

Peter yells in frustration and shoves him off, attacking him with all the power and rage he mustered up. The Vulture easily blocks his attacks and slams him against the wall, “Tsk tsk. You never learn,” he steps on him roughly and repeatedly. Kicking him down with his weaponized and sharp boots. Peter weakly attempts to block his blows but fails. The Vulture chuckles darkly and walks over to you, shaking the blood off his boot.

“N-no, Y-Y/n, please n-no,” he gets up slowly, his ears beginning to ring and his sight becoming blurry. The Vulture circles you, cutting off your restraints and kicks you to the floor, your body falling to the ground with a thud.

You wake up to a sharp pain impaling your stomach, the Vulture’s point of his wing shoved into your torso. You let out a blood-curdling scream, bright red seeping out from your clothes. You feel something warm and thick begin to spill from your mouth.

“Y/n!” Peter shouts, tears streaming down his face. He limps over to you and falls by your side, screaming out in agony.

Suddenly the walls shake and Tony appears with the rest of the Avengers that were nearby to help. “Fuck,” the Vulture mutters and makes a run for it, about to fly off.

Tony blasts him down and flies down, managing to fight him off. Steve helps him out and they capture him, getting his weapons off him as they cuff him up.

You look around beginning to see white. Your ears fill with ringing and faint voices, until a familiar weak voice snaps you back into reality for a moment.

“M-my pretty girl, h-hey. Hey,” Peter whispers, brings your head onto his lap.

“P-pete?” you barely whisper, weakly raising your hand to his cheek.

“Y-yup that’s me. Your husband, the father to our child,” he shakily holds your hand against his cheek.

“B-Ben? Baby B-Benjamin?” you ask, eyes fluttering as you stare into Peter’s glossy eyes.

He nods in response, tears dripping down from his face onto yours.

You go silent for a while, trying to process everything that just happened. Peter chokes on his sobs, and brings you close to his bruised body.

“P-Peter?” you rasp.

“Y-yes my love?” he sniffles, brushing a hair out of your face.

“W-was it worth it?” you ask tiredly, lips quivering as a slow tear rolls down your cheek.

He lets out a loud strained sob, shaking his head furiously, “N-no. No it wasn’t. It wasn’t,” he wipes away your single tear with his thumb.

You barely curl your lips in an attempt to smile and close your eyes, going limp in his arms. Peter bursts out in a fit of sobs and hugs you close to his body, his body trembling against yours.

Tony and the rest of the team stand around nearby, pain filling their hearts and tears welling up in their eyes as Peter cries out in misery.

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Pairing: Dom! Namjoon x bratty Sub! Reader x Dom! Hoseok

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SMUT!!! (Well, that’s not smut anymore, that’s literally porn) 99,6% Smut + 00,4%Fluff at the end

Warnings: …well… where should I begin?…THIS IS PURE PWP! Threesome, Polyamory, Dom-/Sub-Themes, Masturbation, Toys, Petnames, Degradation, filthy Name-Calling, Master-Kink, Daddy-Kink, Lots of really filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing, Spanking, HEAVY Assplay, Anal-Fingering, lot of Lube, Pussy-Exhibitionism(?), Pussy Slapping, Mirror-Sex/Making out, Double Penetration (vaginal + anal), Squirting, Unprotected Sex (be smart in RL pls!), Mentions of Aftercare wtf i’m doing with my life?! i need holy water.

A/N: This story got inspired by an idea of the lovely and absolute amazing @h0esvck , we texted smutty shit with each other. Originally it only should be a drabble. Well, here we are again with a 3.6k porn fic.

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to masturbate without the permission of your boyfriends Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi catches you with your pastel blue dildo deep in your pussy…

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With a sigh of pleasure, you let your head fall back into the countless pillows of your huge king size bed and close your eyes shortly afterwards. You tense the muscles of your ass with a wicked smile up and begin to moan softly as you feel the hard and unyielding metal clearly between your buttcheeks. God, you just love the feeling of your little hole being filled with a plug.

Just the thought that your sweet pussy will be stuffed with the big pastel blue dildo just makes you even wetter. You feel your arousal running down slowly over your butt and dripping on the towel under you. Hobi and Joon have promised to take today’s evening some time for their little princess off and takes care of you and your needs. But when you heard this promise you just roll your eyes.

They can promise you a lot when the day seems to be long. With the same words, they put you off last week and the week before. Sure, they have a hell of a lot to do, but then they shouldn’t keep giving you such empty promises again and again if they can’t keep them. You are tired of waiting and if they’re not able to satisfy your needs, then you do it yourself.

You have ignored your sexual desires way too long, you’ve had nothing between your legs for too long to be still able to endure this burning lust in your lower abdomen. Usually your boys ensure that your high sex drive is satisfied by themself and that you hardly have to lend a hand yourself, unless they are on tour. Only for this reason you have your own toy box, the other toys have been locked away by the boys, so you’re not tempted to help yourself without permission. What a pity that they forgot to take this box away from you~

You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you push the realistic modeled dildo into your greedy and impatiently waiting hole. You fill yourself inch by inch until you have the toy in your dripping cunt right up to the base. Your walls gripping the silicone cock firmly, your pussy has really sucked it in as if she were afraid that the dildo would be taken away from you again.

A slight blush of pure enjoyment settle down on your cheeks at the thought that both of your holes are stuffed. You have to admit, you have a small (well, more of a huge) kink for this, you just love the feeling of being completely filled.

You love that you’re even tighter and more sensitive than you already are when you wear a plug or anal beads. You love the sensation when you feel the plug clearly next to the dildo when you pulling it out or pushing it back into you. You love the idea of ​​loosening your tight hole up with a plug or anal dildo until it shines full of lube and start clenching around nothing, just waiting to be used as a play or fuck hole by the boys.

Your lips open a little bit to let the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as you pump the dildo in and out of your pussy faster and faster. The fingertips of your other hand rubs erratically over your clit. You just spread your thighs even more until you are completely bare and open on the bed. The thought of being caught by someone, how you present yourself shamelessly like you are on a silver tablet and fuck yourself with toys makes you so fucking horny.

…well, you didn’t expect to be really caught, and especially not by Hoseok!

“Oh, look, who do we have here? Has someone been so impatient and desperate for a cock that a crappy fake cock seems to be content for you and just couldn’t wait for a real cock? What should I do with a cockslut like you are now? Hm?”

Surprised and also half horrified, your eyes snaps open and your body drive up straight in the bed. Out of sheer alarm, you just forgot that the dildo is still halfway inside your pussy.

Actually, he shouldn’t be at home yet, isn’t he still at dance practice?!

“H-Hobi … w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have practice right now? …and it’s not what it looks like, believe me! H-Haha!”, you try a little giggle to ease the tension in the room, but it comes out more hysterical than casual.

But Hobi doesn’t laugh, he just looks at you with a hard, cold gaze that gives you chills running down your back and goosebumps are forming on your skin. Then, he finally breaks the eye contact, which makes you gasp in relief. But then he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and seems to be typing a message. Oh god, no, no, no! Don’t text Namjoon, please don’t inform Namjoon about this here! When Hoseok seems to be pressing the send button, he looks up again, this time with a devilish smile on his lips. Now he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Oh God… you’re going to be in trouble, definitely!

“Hobi, I can explain everything, really! I-”

He gives you this intimidating and dominant look, so that you know that the smartest you could do right now is, to immediately shutting your babbling mouth.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you know the rules very well. And don’t call me ‘Hobi’, understand?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

“Right, that’s what I am for you. At least on this point you are a good girl and correct your mistakes. And now, take this dildo out of your slutty plussy and bend over my knee.”

You gulp hard and you notice how your cheeks become involuntarily hot with embarrassment, having disappointed your master so much with being such a bratty babygirl. At the same time, this embarassment also causes that a wild ball of excitement, desire and anticipation forms in your lower belly, which immediately attacks your pussy and even more arousal sticks now to the insides of your thighs.

You cannot really explain it, but on the one hand you are ashamed of your bratty behavior, on the other hand you are looking forward to your punishment in a kinda masochistic-exited way.

With shaky fingers and a little whimper, you pull the dildo out of yourself, right after that you feel how your empty hole is yearningly searching for something, clenching around nothing. Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed, directly on the opposite side of the huge full body mirror, which takes almost the whole wall up on this side of the room. He turns his head to you and raises his eyebrow questioningly as if he wants ask why it takes you so long. With hasty steps on all fours you crawl over to him and climb with both hands over his lap and lie down on it with your lower middle.

A shock runs through your whole body when you realize, that you’re still wearing the plug, but it has previously seemed as if Hoseok had not noticed yet that you were wearing one.

You quickly turn your crimson red face around and try to hide it in the bed sheets. You start counting the seconds in your head until he notice the basis of the plug with the declaration “Daddy’s Girl”, a plug that Namjoon gave you a while ago.

“Oh, look what I found here between these perfectly round asscheeks… you’re such a greedy bitch, Princess. One stuffed hole isn’t enough for you? No, our little doll need both holes filled. Only for that you you earn it that I spank your ass. While you’re wearing the plug, you just love it when your asshole is stuffed. You’ll love it!”, wispers Hoseok in a sadistic voice and dreamily twiddle a bit on the plug before he pulls your butt up, so that you’re sticking your ass up in the air now. You feel the cold air on your wet pussy, makes you shiver briefly. You bet you’re dripping on Hoseok’s jeans.

“And now, count.”

A surprised yelp comes from your lips when the first slap on your right cheek comes faster and harder than you expected. The slap burns slightly on your skin, luckily the pain goes away pretty quickly. But as soon as the pain of the first slap is over, the second slap follows on your left ass cheek.

“I said count!”

Hoseok reminds you in a deep, ice-cold voice and gives you a accusing slap on both buttcheeks, right over the plug.

You whimper and start counting, try to not let yourself get too distracted by the slaps. The slaps themselves are not even the problem, rather you have to fight with the burning sensation on your skin and at the same time with the raging feeling of pleasure in your abdomen, where sexual pleasure mixes with the pain and creates an explosive mixture of desire. Your fingers gripping the bed sheets hard and you’re breathing heavy, especially these specific slaps directly on your plug kills you.

They hurt, of course, but the direct hit on the plug stimulates countless nerve endings on your muscle ring, triggering a wave of euphoric lust that almost makes you beg for more slaps. When Hoseok notices the effect of the slaps on the plug in your body, a diabolic smile flits across your lips.

“Princess, spread your legs a little bit more and support yourself by your shoulders, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for your master.”

You are confused, but you don’t dare to ask and follow the instructions without any comment. You gasp in disbelief when you feel how Hoseok grabs the base of the plug and slowly pulls it out of you, only to immediately place the plug back onto your puckered hole and tease with the tip of the plug your muscle ring, which is glistening of all the Lube.

“Princess, control yourself. Don’t be greedy and don’t just suck the plug back in right away just because I’m slowly pushing it back into you. We’ll practice it until you can control your little fuckhole.”

That’s how it goes. If your ass is too fast and your rosy muscle ring has eagerly sucked the plug in again, Hobi will pull it out immediately and start the next attempt. But not before he gave you a gentle and reprimand slap on your pussy lips and clit.

You notice how you loosen up more and more. The plug slides with every new attempt in and out more and more easily, without your muscle ring immediately having the plug firmly enclosed again.

“Well, that’s just a little bit of training. Now Bunny, you’ll get a little more training~”, purrs Hoseok and seems to be extremely satisfied with himself. You don’t care what kind of training is incoming, you just pray that your asshole or pussy is going to be filled with something. You can’t stand any longer being so empty, you are pretty much too worked up for that.

You can feel how Hoseok is turning away with his upper body and apparently putting the plug on the towel and reaching instead for the tube with the lubricant and the box with the one-way latex gloves. Oh fuck yes! Please, please, please, fuck my tiny asshole with your fingers!

Your arms, which have gradually become a bit numb, get a new adrenaline rush by the thought and you spread your buttcheeks even more. A deep chuckle comes from Hoseok’s throat.

“It seems like my little slut can hardly wait to get her asshole fingered and stretched open for a big, fat cock, right? Do you want it? Do you want that your Master scissoring that tiny asspussy open for your Master’s long cock? What do you want my sweet cum-bunny?”

His filthy dirty talk is driving you crazy, he knows your soft spots too well. You feel your hips shaking, you can’t remember wanting your ass fingerfucked so freaking bad.

“Yes, yes, yes, p-please Master! Fuck my little slutty asshole open with your fingers, please! Let my muscle ring be loose, turn my asshole into a soft and stretched asspussy for your cock! … please, please , please!”

Hoseok curse under his breath, which puts a little satisfied grin on your lips. You also know exactly what kind of words you should use to drive Hoseok insane.

“I’m gonna fingerfuck that little hole of yours properly into a wonderful asspussy, trust me.”

You hear him putting a pair of latex gloves one and use two fingers of his left hand to push the plush around your rosey, puckered hole away and then press a thick layer of cool lube out of the tube onto your muscle ring.

You whine and buck your hips up, can’t wait to feel his fingers inside of you. The first one of his deliciously long fingers slides into your hole, a short time later the second follows after he has determined how well relaxed you are already. He stretches you open with his index and middle fingers so that he can add his ring Finger now too. His movements are getting faster and faster and your whimpering and moaning are getting louder until Hoseok abruptly withdraws the fingers.

He’s breathing hard now and a glance from the corner of your eye is enough to see that he have enough of the training and preparations.

“Princess, open Masters pants and get his dick out and prepare it properly with a thick coat of lube. We both love it messy and slippery with a lot of lube, right? You little anal queen just love the squelching noises your ass makes when I fuck you hard from behind … I always see how your pussy is gushing with arousal when we have a sloppy anal fuck … ”, he whispers in your ear.

You have never been so quick to get his rock-hard, deliciously long and average thick cock out of his pants and to coat it with lube. Then he guides you with your back to him on your knees over his lap, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance and you let yourself down slowly, relishfully slide down onto this wonderful cock with your asscheeks being spread apart. Take this beast of a cock inch by inch until you’re completely sitting on Hoseok’s lap and stuffed the entire length of his cock down to the base into your ass.

The stretched and filled feeling is so delightful that you let out a long moan of pleasure. You just want to lift yourself up again, then lower yourself back onto his lap to ride him, but Hoseok holds you by the waist with an iron hand.

“No, princess. You’ll stay right here and just pull your feet forward. You should no longer kneel, but squat down in such a way that we can watch your dripping and pretty empty pussy in the mirror together. How needy your little pussy hole is to be stuffed up and how wonderful your asshole is already stuffed with a cock. Just a little anal cockwarming, nothing bad. And now we just wait for Namjoon and you can ask him then if he fucks your little pussy, so our cumslut is satisfied and has a load of cum in both of her holes. But now you can practice being patient!”

That could only be a bad joke from Hoseok… but his smile in the mirror tells you a different story. He’s absolutely serious.

In the end there were only twenty minutes left to wait for the third person in your relationship, but it was by far the worst twenty minutes of your life. Hobi forbade every little bouncer on his cock and if you tried, he gave you a quick slap on the clit, which made you whimper in desperation. You were close to tears and when you heard the key in the lock of the front door, you couldn’t hold back and called Namjoon in a tearful voice.

“Daddy, Daddy! Please, please, please, I-I need you, I can’t take it anymore! Daddy, please come!”

Namjoon takes a quick step in the direction of your bedroom and when he opens the door, a surprised expression is written on his face, which quickly changes into the diabolical smirk of the personification of the devil.

“Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your punishment for being a bratty horny girl today? Hm? Let your Master you wait until Daddy comes home? Did she learn what it means to be patient and not bratty? ”

“Yes, yes, yes! I learned my bitter lesson! B-But please fuck me now! D-Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy to be finally able to cum! P-Please!”

To prove how much you need Namjoon’s cock, Hoseok reaches around your waist, between your gorgeous thighs and spreads your glistening pussy lips with his index and middle finger and presents Namjoon your dripping entrance which is desperately clenching and just scream to be stretched, fucked and filled with cum until it’s leaking out.

“God Hoseok, what did you done with our pretty little doll? She’s desperate like a doggy bitch in her heat, whining and just literally begging for cocks! Calm down, Babygirl. Master and Daddy got you and we’ll take care of your attention seeking holes proberly. ”, says Namjoon and gives you a gentle look, which is destroyed by the dirty smirk in the corners of his mouth.

“Hoseok, keep her spreaded like that. I want to see how well I stretch her pussy open when I’m entering her with my cock.”

Quickly the pants and boxer briefs from Namjoon slipped down and now hanging halfway on his thick thighs and he rubs his beautiful cock two or three times with a cocky grin in his damn beautiful face. And then, finally, finally, finally he glides in your arousal leaking hole and fill you up to the maxium of the possible. A high pitched scream leaves your lips as the brutal fucking begins.

Hoseok lies down on his back, holds your hip with his hands in position with and thrusts from below into your asshole. Namjoon has your legs hooked onto his arms with the bottom side of your knees and grab your thighs roughly while he fucks the shit out of you. You wrapped helplessly your arms around Namjoon’s neck, trying to find a halt somewhere with this animalistic fuck.

“Fuck Baby, I love it when we fuck you together, you are always so fucking tight and I feel Hoseoks Cock fucking you right next to mine. How does it feel? How does it feel being fucked by two thick cocks? You love it, right? You literally live on our dicks, you’re such a filthy cockslut! But you’re our cockslut! And our precious cute cum-bunny, our bunbun what loves to be filled with our thick cum cream!”

More and more high pitched screams full of pure primal need and pleasure comes over your lips, you are so damn near to exlode and to cum so hard like never before. And then put Hoseok the cherry on top and let his fingers in your pussy glidung to your clit and start rubbing and flicking it roughly. It seems, there is so much more in your body to burst and before you’re able to think it to a proper end, you just can feel it.

Clear cum is gushing out of your pussy, over and over again, it seems like there is no end. That’s the first time that you squirted and that’s so freaking damn hot, the boys are eager to milk the very last drop of cum out of your pussy and just rubbing your clit over and over again. Until you sob, you can’t anymore and your clit is so swollen and sore. But the boys aren’t done yet. They have to fill you up too!

You don’t know if you start crying out of pleasure or overstimulation. But when they shoot grunting and groaning their thick cum loads into your holes, you are trembling and sobbing, just completely wrecked. In a good way. You never felt so satisfied and kinda… happy? Calmness slowly returns to the room, you can only hear the heavy breathing of you three.

“Did you learn your lesson that you shouldn’t be disobedient, baby girl?” Namjoon asks you, lifting your chin, looking you straight in the eye. Your voice doesn’t want to work, so you just nod and look at him honestly. A tender smile spreads on his lips. “Good, princess.”

“Hobi, would you please carry her to the bathroom and clean her with a warm, soft washcloth? Then you could let a bath in for the three of us, I’ll come a bit later, I just think I should clean the mess our princess causes and re-make the bed with a new set of bed sheets.”, says Joon with an amused wink into your direction.

Embarrassed, you hide your blushing face on Hobi’s shoulder, who carries you laughing into the bathroom and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

[veenxys]

Bruh I wanna love shiggy

Like I whole honestly do

But I’ve read many fanfics where he’s an absolute ass and it just makes my lil feelies hurt 😔

If I can convince myself he isn’t a buttcheek on a stick then I know I’d love him.

Until then.

-🦋

bestie i completely understand you!! and actually i have a plan 😭 every time i read something that makes me sad about a character this right here... :’)

[fiveisnumber1]

Ok so i found this song and while it doesn't really fit the tone of the show and has like 3 lyrics, I feel they fit Reader and Five anyway

https://youtu.be/CxZfbY1_4RM

We've already established Five speaks French to Reader and if Reggie made the kids learn classical Greek, its not a stretch to assume they know Latin too.

Libera me de ignum

(Liberate me from the fire) Latin

The opening makes me think of what would be playing in the background as Five finds reader's body impaled with the rebar and then the lyric goes over when she breathes her last and it's just Five screaming for her to come back and crying over her body.

It's so symbolic and the singer's voice is so haunting. He wants to be liberated from this hellscape where the love of his life just died in his arms and just... Imagining it like that gave me goosebumps. The whole reason i sent this ask was this one line honestly.

Je t'adore, t'dore

Ah ah

Je suis en amour

(I adore you, adore you)

(I am in love)

I'm not sure where this would be used. Maybe flashbacks when they're kids? Maybe when they see each other for the first time? Or not at all. I actually just really liked the first line and the idea where it could be used. The French words literally mean adoration and love tho so obviously they also made me think of Five and Reader too even if the rest of the song can't really be placed as bgm anywhere in the story.

YO, THAT FIRST LINE FOLLOWED BY THE MUSIC HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK.

Hearing that with the description you wrote on where it would go hurt me like a buttcheek on a stick in my heart. All I could think of listening to that is Five holding the reader screaming and crying but you can’t hear him screaming and crying, you only see it. What you hear is this sad music loudly over top with the image of him surrounded by fire and flames yelling for his love to come back. You can’t hear him scream, no one can hear him scream. He is alone and powerless in all ways and nothing can be done.

...and now I’m hurting my own feelings.

(also I agree about what you said with the french but I can’t think of anything else for it tho)

[lololova]

A/N: A lot of you wanted a continuation on Why do you think? so here you go, here’s quite a longer sequel to the previous shot. ALSO, this is M-RATED!!

There, you’ve been warned, go ahead and enjoy, Happy Easter y’all!

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Kate was amazed by his beach house the second she sat foot here three hours ago. Her partner had showed her a tour of his property and she has to admit she can’t wait till tomorrow when she can lay out by the pool and work on her tan. Especially when she knows he’s going to be observing her.

“I’m going to make us some dinner, you want some wine?” Castle interrupts her thoughts and she puts away the book she’d brought.

“Yes please,” she raises from the couch and follows him as he walks into the big kitchen. 

“Here you go.”

She accepts the red wine with a thanks and takes the first sip only to moan at the taste, not being prepared at the heavenly taste. 

“You like it?” he asks with a smirk landing on his lips and she tries to scold her features. 

“It’s good.” She walks to the windows to look out towards the beach while he starts cooking. 

She takes another sip as she watches the waves sparkle in the moonlight. Some part of her can’t really believe she’s here, with him. She dumped Demming, they solved the case with the fake spies and now she’s here. All alone with her favorite writer who also happens to be her annoying shadow and the best partner she’d ever had. Another sip makes it past her lips and down her throat before her teeth sink into her lower lip. She’s here. She’s really here. Her mind can’t stop going to the things she secretly wants to happen. At the same time there’s a part of her that wants to resist, wants to protect herself and her heart from hurting the way she hurt when her mom was taken from her. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

She jerks at the sudden sound of his voice but tries to play it off by moving her hand through her hair. 

“So, now even my thoughts aren’t private anymore huh?” she questions with a small tease hiding in her voice, her eyes finding his as he observes her.

“Oh,” a smirk lands on his lips, “so they’re private thoughts, got it.”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she looks away again. “Shut up.” But once she knows he can’t see it her lips pull up in a smile and she has to bite it down in order not to grin. After a few more minutes she takes another heavenly sip and feels her cheeks get a bit warm.

“You know, if you want to we can always take a dip in the ocean later,” he suggests and she tries but fails to think about that.

Taking a dip in the ocean with him would definitely involve some touching and even though she wouldn’t mind one bit it just… feels strange. And then she remembers what she suggested only a day ago and she has to bite her lip again in order to try and push down her inner rebel that would do it within a heartbeat. The reason it feels so strange must be because she’s denied her all these thoughts for so long that it feels like they’re completely taking over her mind right now. It’s the only kind of thing she’s been able to think about for the past two days, apart from the case that is. 

She’s lost in her thoughts again and next time he opens his mouth it’s to announce that the dinner is done. When she sits down to eat she can’t believe he’s been able to be quiet for that long, but she’s not focused on that issue for very long because the second the food gets on her tongue she’s distracted by the taste. She really can’t deny she’s missed his cooking from the days when she had to stay over at his place during that Nikki Heat case.

“This was delicious, thanks Castle,” she says once she’s full and can’t take another bite without bursting. 

“Good, I hoped the silence meant you enjoyed it,” he teases and she rolls her eyes despite the smile growing on her lips. 

“Well, I’ve never tasted it before, what’s it called?”

He chuckles and she furrows her forehead, wondering what’s so funny. “It’s called flying Jacob.”

Her forehead wrinkles even more. “Flying Jacob?”

“Yeah, it’s a Swedish dish. Apparently a man named Jacob created it or something, I found it once when I searched for new chicken recipes.” Castle explains as Kate drinks the last of her wine.

Kate’s mind starts racing again, without any warning, and she feels her cheeks blush at the thoughts. For some reason she was thinking about the poker game she halfway promised him. She raise up from her seat and puts everything of hers into the dishes while he takes his own parts before turning the leftovers into lunch boxes. 

“So,” he starts once everything is done, “ what do you want to do?”

You. She bites her lip. “Are you up for some poker?”

She can practically hear the gulp he takes and tries not to grin at the knowledge she’s getting to him with that simple sentence. God, they were a mess. 

“Sure,” he says as casually as he can. He offers more wine which she accepts before pouring a glass to himself, and then she follows him into the living room.

She takes a sip as she’s observing him taking out a deck of cards. 

“You wanna play for money, or clothing?” he asks and she smirks.

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Sitting in only her bra, panties and leggings has her skin tingling with excitement. She should be cold, because no matter how hot the weather was during the day it was always colder during the evening, but she wasn’t. She was actually kind of warm. Castle only had two items left, his boxers and his pants. She can see he’s just as excited as she is, especially since he can’t really hide his bulge. It’s hard to focus on the game, knowing he wants her as much as she wants him. But the fact that he hasn’t made a move makes her unsure of how focused he is, if he truly has that kind of self-control or if he’s waiting for her to make a move. 

“So, what’s your next move?” she says in a teasing tone, has kept her tone teasing and lips in a smirk during the whole game.

That wine must’ve helped her confidence quite a bit, she makes a mental note to ask for the label later. 

Kate observes his face the same way he’s always been observing her, and is still observing her at this moment. Her cheeks turn warmer and she bites her lip, knowing full well he can see the blush burning her face. He clears his throat and she wants to laugh, wants to put down her cards and just say “screw this”, but no matter how much she knows that’s where this is going she can’t yet get herself to do it. When they cross this line there is no going back. Then again, she dumped her boyfriend for him, because it killed her knowing he’d leave her if she didn’t stop fooling herself, and him.

“I’ll bet my pants,” he interrupts her thoughts and starts pulling off the jeans, putting them at the top of the small mountain of clothes they have between them. 

His boxers are a dark blue and she feels her breath hitch a bit at the sudden thought of being the one pulling them off, the way she knows his skin would twitch under her fingertips. Or her tongue. 

She shrugs out of her mind, put down her cards in order to pull off her leggings, letting them join his pants in the pile. “I’m not folding that easily,” she teases and sees his eyes roaming her body. Even though his sight isn’t at all somehow magical she can still feel how his eyes are leaving a trail of fire along her skin. 

He gulps before turning his gaze to his cards again. “Hmm, I’m thinking about going All-In,” he emphasizes the poker-term while turning his eyes back on hers and she feels a chill go down her spine.

“Honestly,” she says putting down her cards and pretending to stretch her back from the sitting down at the floor for too long. Before he can do or say anything else, his eyes big as they follow her every move, she crawls towards him to take his cards and putting them down as well. “I don’t care anymore.” She leans closer with her face in order to let her lips barely touch his.

There’s no more encouragement needed because before she knows it his hands land on her hips and pulling her onto his as his mouth takes hers in a demanding demeanor she isn’t used feeling from him. His fingers dig into her naked skin just above her panties and she can’t help but start grinding onto him, her tongue seeking permission to enter his mouth. She can’t believe how he’s already got her panting, out of breath yet not willing to break away because fuck his taste is invasive and so damn enchanting and addictive and she never wants to stop. One of his hands gets adventurous and she feels it land on her buttcheek, squeezing to pull her closer, as if that was a possibility. His bulge is poking her in just the right way and she moans when his tongue swirls around hers in a dancing pattern. 

Kate lets her fingers wander into his hair, feeling the thickness and softness of it makes her heart skip a beat. She can’t believe she hasn’t done this before, let down her guard like this, given in. It’s what part of her brain had told her to do ever since his first offer after that first case. She loses her breath and has to pull away, which to her surprise results in his lips landing on her throat, kissing her pulsepoint driving her pulse crazy. One of her hands lands on his shoulder, massaging in a way she’s never found herself doing on anyone else. It was almost like his lips and touches was possessing her own touches and moves. His tongue sticks out and licks her skin as he places wet kisses down her throat, her neck, and before she can question why he moves away she feels his breath blowing air onto the wet spots and it sends electric waves down her body straight to her core. 

“Castle,” she pants and feels his grin once his lips attaches to her neck once again. 

He trails his lips down and she isn’t aware of his hand at her back until he’s unclasped her bra and his mouth takes one of her breasts in a sucking matter making her whimper at the feeling. On another note she’s very much aware of the fingers trailing the hem of her panties, dipping inside without any warning and she loses her breath at the sudden connection of his fingers against her wet folds.

“Damnit Beckett,” he groans and she wonders if he truly has no idea how much he’s able to turn her on. If only he knew what his fictional representations of him and her having sex had done to her. 

When he starts rubbing her she has to grab a hold of his hand to stop him, she’s so damn close and she hasn’t felt him inside her yet. She wants to feel him first, doesn’t want her first time coming with him being due to riding his fingers. Lifting her body off of his she starts pulling at his dark blue boxers stating “off”, and it doesn’t take him a nano-second before he’s helping her out of her own panties. Just as she’s about to take him inside her he’s holding her hips to stop her.

“Are you sure?” he asks and she feels her heart swoon at him. He’s not planned on just using the situation they’re in and taking her, he’s making sure she truly wants this as much as he does, not just physically but mentally too. It makes her even more sure of the decision she made two days earlier.

“I’m sure, I want you. Just you,” she reveals and after they’ve searched each other’s eyes for a minute, both confirming this was something they both cherished and wanted, the two of them dives deep into each other. Touching, kissing, connecting. Turning each other into moaning messes as they reach their highs together and falls over.

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“Hey, you want some sun lotion?” Castle asks and Kate squints her eyes in order to look at him walking towards her and she can’t stop the smile from spreading on her lips. 

“I think you covered it pretty well the first time,” she says in a mocking tone and he chuckles.

“It was worth a try,” he states and she laughs. 

“Yeah, like all the other times you try.”

“Can’t blame a man from loving his wife,” he shrugs his shoulders and she sits up in order to raise from the chair.

She closes the distance between them in order to lay her arms around his neck in a hug, his arms finding their own way around her body. She steps onto her toes and kisses his lips.

“Come on, let’s make use of that pool, I’m burning,” she says and he laughs, kisses her lips once more before the two of them races to the pool.

THE END