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Bro I was reenacting the "Just So" clip while I was putting away the dishes and when Frank yelled at Barnaby I was gonna say "oi fuck you" y'know because I was being silly but what came out was an almost PERFECT imitation of Barnaby's voice- I couldn't even finish the "fuck you" because I broke down laughing
Btw the reason this is so funny is because I'm a 5'2" Latino AFAB with NO experience in voice acting whatsoever yet for some reason the spirit of Giant Blues Clues decided my vocal chords were the PERFECT place to set up real estate
Anyway peace and love
HAGHASBCAKJSCNAKLD I WHEEZED
#the spirit of giant blues clues were the perfect place to set up real estate#PLEASSSSEEEEEEE#how dare you people come into my inbox and be leagues funnier than me-#fuck now i really want to hear barnaby's va say 'fuck you' In His Voice... what i wouldnt give...#i think it would heal something in me! i can imagine it well enough but to Hear It...#but yeah thats so fucking funny. peace and love Indeed!#rambles from the bog#i actually had a similar experience once if you dont mind me uno reverse carding you#when i lived with my mom i made a game out of trying to scare her#so one night shes downstairs in the dark. messing with the printer by the light of the stairs#and i am not a light person by any means. but im fucking Quiet. i regularly sneak up on my cats#so i snuck up behind her-#and im afab w/ no experience in va too. my voice is a lot higher than id like it to be.#but holyyyy shit when i said 'Hello' - STANDING RIGHT BEHIND HER MIND YOU!!! - my voice dropped Several octaves#im talking roadhog from overwatch level deep. deeper than mark introing three scary games#im talkin Downright Demonic The Devil Himself Possessed Me deep. deep as the marianas trench#to this day i have never startled or scared anyone that badly. she literally almost fell over. i saw true fear in her eyes#so. đ€
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DSOD is such a funny movie. Kaiba comes on screen in his giant fucking space station molded into his company logo and I just laughed. Heâs so dramatic. He misses his rival and is so obsessed with getting some closure for once in his goddamn life that he spent well over a billion dollars to excavate a cursed puzzle and build a space elevator to the afterlife but the minute anyone says anything about âhey maybe thatâs a little unhealthyâ heâs snapping and snarling and telling them to fuck off. Except the cube guy. Heâs has a duel disk and is also full of unprocessed grief so he can stay. Yugi Moto looks them dead in the eye and says âfirst of all, Iâm only here because you both blackmailed me. Secondly, fuck you both for that, by the way. Thirdly, Iâm gonna kick your assâ. Card games ensue, meanwhile Yugi tries his absolute best to show Kaiba the pharaoh is gone and maybe he needs to spend some time reflecting on his emotions and yes the invitation is still open to talk about Him BUT THEN THE NARRATIVE PROVED KAIBA RIGHT?!! AND THE PHARAOH COMES BACK AND YUGI HAS TO LOOK KAIBA IN THE EYE AND TELL HIM THAT HES SORRY FOR DOUBTING HIM?? WHAT. What Kaiba takes from all this is that a) his horrid coping mechanisms work after all, b) if he just fucks around enough and spends all his money he really can be king of the world and c) the best option is definitely to finish that space elevator and fucking. Go to the afterlife I guess. To duel his âhated rivalâ or whatever. Fuck off
#dsod#seto kaiba#dark side of dimensions#yugioh#yugioh duel monsters#ygo dm#ygo#I just rewatched this movie and it really is the story of kaiba failing to deal with loss#making it everyoneâs problem#and eventually he made it so much of a problem that even atem had to come back and be like âfor fucks sake kaiba if youâre going to be#âsuch a bitch about it FINE.â#and like the planaâs power being taken away once the pharaoh is resurrected means that kaiba putting the Millenium puzzle back together#to see atem again inadvertently saved the day#like holy shit the entire narrative really was shaped around letting him be insane while yugi is the most normal person ever in comparison#hmm also diva and kaibaâs grief being juxtaposed⊠hmmm#dsod is such a movie#and I just remembered he literally COUKD HAVE DIED AND LEFT MOKUBA IN CHARGE?? HELLO#thank god for the kaiba/yugi in space illustration takahashi did bc leaving things off with the end of dsod is just.#not great. except for prideshippers I guess đ
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was the peach being a metaphor in 1x06 foreshadowing...
You're damn right it was.
I've talked about it before in this post, but it's clear to me that MK only wanted the peach of immortality in 1x06 to become more like Wukongâor rather, to become more powerful/immortal like Wukong ("I just wanted to be good enough...like you" from 1x09 anyone? Tbh most s1 episodes are centered around MK wanting to be good/strong enough soooooo). The peach is a source of power/immortality, something both MK and Wukong have reached for at the expense of others:
Macaque: "No that's YOU! You're the one always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortalityâyou're the one who wouldn't quit while were were ahead!"
But, at the same time....the peach is a symbol of Wukong and Macaque's friendship:
The same way it was in 1x06 for Mei and MK:
The only reason either of them ever wanted power was to be strong enough for the people they cared about after all. The peach was a metaphor, and they "really wanted that peach"âit was a metaphor for really wanting friendship, and also really wanting power. Wanting their cake and eating it too.
I appreciated that the second time Wukong gives Macaque a peach, it's a "downgrade"âjust a regular popsicle, versus a peach of immortality. Like being together is finally enough for Wukong, and it'll be enough to pull them through. (Which is something Macaque thought from the beginning: "Together there was nothing that could stop the two of them, either in the celestial realms or on earth" [2x07]).
Bonus detail:
MK in 2x07 attempted to bring his friends bags of peach chips. So. Whatever.
#thinking about s2 MK paralleling pre-jttw wukong again#It's so 1-1 it hurts#asks#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk MK#lmk SWK#lmk Macaque#hero and warrior motif#this show is so fucking stupid. it's so good#I clearly have NOT talked about shadow play enough#Like I'm about to explode rewatching 2x07 clips#''And how those who bring light into this world inevitably bring darkness to those they hold dear''#''Like light heroes bring warmth hope and friendship. But they also give life to the darkness''#Literally throwing up hello#''Don't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most''#''I can't risk hurting the people I care aboutâthe ones I have left''#like okay#okay#Macaque Icarus so real#it's just the number of times MK and Wukong are associated with light. And how sometimes that is not a good thing#Like they just want to kill me idk#And even with Azure. With camel ridge/becoming the Jade Emperor (a power that looks very sun like). Bringing light to the world#But also bringing darkness to those he holds dear (the scroll + almost destroying the world)#Don't look at me do not touch me
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the usage of tentacles in stranger things is so graphic lol like đ€š i know what u are, bro(s)......
#making them undulate and pump things and fucking . breed inside of ppl or whatever the fuck like hello for the love of god hello#and making it so that it IS henry. it's all Him. it's Always been him. a Man made monster. imposing his horde on innocent ppl#some of which were kids. and he calls himself a predator. like. HELLO?!#he's so yuckydisgusting and the fucking. jesus. the hellraiser inspo...... the primal fear inspo...#i go insane every time i think abt it all abt HIM he's so slimy....... (said while cackling evilly bc i can't wait for s5) đ„đđ„#literally so fucking dark like. HELLO?! [#thts why i scratch my head any time someone Still calls st a superficial flashy vapid show bc . literally what are u talking abt bro do u#not remember wht they did to my sweet boy william in seasons one and two................... the vine... the slugs.... the possession....#do u not think tht has like. ramifications. are u new to horror ......... do u not Think abt the things u watch and consume do u not Listen#he wore that boy like a glove and will REMEMBERS he still FEELS it in his body he felt it EVERYWHERE he tried to make it STOP he said GO#AWAY it had FOLLOWED him not just after he came back but before then too and it KEEPS coming back i jus. to be a gay boy in#the eighties and have tht all done to you by a man. will who clings to his childhood and the time from 'before' it all went to shit#will who hides and doesn't tell ppl how he feels will who is coming into his own finally in the same season tht they wage the final war#against the great evil like. stranger things the show that you are will byers the character tht you are i lov u both sm .#henry who had his autonomy taken away from his and so he takes it away from others henry who perpetuates the cycle of abuse i jus. AHHHHHH#this show................ PHEW#csa tw#rape tw
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elegance.
#dgm#D.Gray-Man#Alma Karma#cw blood#my head is filled w thoughts of Alma as a bride in a huge kitsch 80s dress#okay maybe not 80s more 60s/70s. thinking of my moms dress actually so#lots of lace long gloves puffy sleeves swooping neckline muah smtg guady#UGH or Princess Diana's oh exactly like that#just think about how past!Alma wldve thought abt potentially getting married and starting a family 'after the war'#Her covering Her face as an Akuma saying 'don't look at me' lives in my head forever. her excorcist uni#is quite tradtional and seems unpractical for battle but its def feminine to the MAX#so just. idk how to explain it but the body dysphoria i guess#Alma wanting tofit that echo of pretty but being all wrong for it. hair too dark to unruly adams apple sharp angular broad all wrong#wanting to be soft and slim and pretty pretty pretty.hiding it under layers of clothes and lace and accessories...#or being basicly the same height as Kanda and lamenting over it like nonono this is all wrong#tearing at their hair and picking the skin and scratching and ripping the dress and breathing awful#'not pretty not a woman will never be Her for //Him// never be enough' mentality#evevn tho Kanda literally does not fucking care about any of that like it doesnt even cross his mind hello hes trans duh they all r#idk i interpret them both as slightly diff like Alma seems much more in-tune w Her on an unconscious level its very emotional = turmulious/#VS Kanda who is very mentally inflicted its very physical and obsessive/conious thought near impossible to ignore ie the lotus n Her vision#so they act diff bc the influence of their Other is different. idk what im trying to say anymore actually. lmk if that makes sense T-T#ALL THAT JUST TO SAY I WANTED TO DRAW ALMA IN A WEDDING DRESS LMFAO IM SORRY IM CRAZY
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craziest night of my life girls this dude i thought hated me picked me and my friend up and drove us around for like 2 hrs and was in the drivers seat next to me bricked up which is rhe reason for my HELPPP post i just dont know what to say đ or do
#hes so fine but like Hello? Hello?#what do u even say#i knew . he knew i knew#what do u even sayy#my bestie in the back seat had no idea đ we done lost our minds on the drive home in his car after i told him#like its so dark in here what do u even say#IM NOT...MAD..just so fucking surprised. life is crazy man#I literally cried myself to sleep last time i was here cause i thought he deadass hated me but it turns out he was just sad#life is crazy every time i come here smting changes
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planning classes has me going "hehehe *kicking my feet*" but i know as soon as i actually have to attend those classes my brain is going to be like "đđđ"
#damien.txt#having a revival of a very specific academic fascination bc my brain decided that rereading if we were villains is a good idea#which is like. one of the main driving forces behind my interest in history & english#and now im like................. hehe shakespeare#to be fair. the plan was always to take shakespeare next semester. the plan has been to take the shakespeare class since i started undergra#because quite literally i have been interested in shakespeare since i was 11 so. this is a long term interest#but now my brain is like hehe...... what if....... shakespeare ma#BITCH. where did this come from. hello????#first of all. do you know how many shakespeare ma programs exist in the world? like 4.#second. brain what. where is this coming from#and now it's trying to convince me of stupid things like 'you should try and learn latin again'#in what WORLD have i ever enjoyed learning latin (<- i have literally studied latin 3 seperate times in my life)#the answer is never. i have never enjoyed it. and i have hardly retained any of it#but ohhhhh boy the urge.... The Urges....#this specific mood always comes up whenever i get back into dark academia stuff again bc i am predictable and not unique#and i always get back into dark academia when it starts to get cold outside bc it's like something awakens within me#that goes 'oh right. we like academia. also the aesthetic hits' and i go FUCK. YOU'RE RIGHT.#but also here i am. writing this tumblr text post instead of doing my actual academics. so. it's all fake anyways#oh! but im very hype abt this shakespeare class actually#bc i think we might have a performance project.... which probably im going to dread when i actually have to do it#but <3<3<3<3<3 i love performing shakespeare so much. it's so much fun to me.#said like a true theater kid fr but. truly and honestly i miss doing that the most from theatre. and i didn't even really get to do it much#mostly just when i got to pick monologues out to do in class in between performances and stuff like that#so. i am a little bit hype. to do that. hopefully it is actually fun and not a complete drag#okay okay im done ranting
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WONDER BOY'S AKUMU CLUB - Yojiro Noda
#wonder boy's akumu club#éç°æŽæŹĄé#yojiro noda#éłæ„œ#HELLO !#do you have a moment to talk about thee number one album of the year?#i don't really know how to distill all of my thoughts & feelings into the tags here#there's just so muchđ#all i know for certain is i feel like i'm traveling at the speed of light ! so fucking giddy đđ#and i think i wanna spend some more time with the album before i reallllly get into it#so just a few things i'm loving at the moment#first off pipe dream ?!?! HOLY SHIT#i really was not expecting a song rooted in soul#the flair ! the magnitude ! i literally threw my hands into the air when it started playing & then again at the 2:00 mark#i'm partial to last love letter but i think this one is my fav out of all the new songs#also love the way he sings in holy day holy#ăăăă
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ă ïŒ#it feels light-hearted & happy#only to be juxtaposed with sheeta which has its own lightness (as if you're floating !)#but the lyrics & distorted sounds & low register right up until the chorus create this ever-present darkness too#sooo good ! one of my other favs#waltz of karma into bitter blues đ€ i could listen to that transition all day#the flow of stress me (shout out yuzuru hanyu) & peace yes#the beats go SO HARD in those songs i can only imagine them in the club -- the 27th is gonna be fucking awesome#andddd we finally have the full versions of hyper toy & katatoki !#(perhaps i shall say more about them after i gif the katatoki teaser video đ)#i'm kinda in awe of how he pieced together all of these sounds & various styles of music#played around with & incorporated the beats into the songs#to make something that feels not only cohesive but original & wholly different from radwimps or illion#THIS is yojiro noda đ„đ
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DP x DC Prompt
Plot Bunny Inspired by late at night when the nightingale sings by Imshookandbi where Danny is on the run from Vlad and is saved by Batman. Danny tells Batman that they canât fight in court because Vlad will just overshadow the judge.
However this idea could be utilized in other fics.
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Batman hates mind control, especially in his city and towards his friends, Vlad is pretty into mind control and likes to use it all the time. Theyâre both millionaires, they run in the same circles, Vlad is a problem (whether or not heâs hunting Danny).
WayneTech obtains the Spector deflector plans (could be from Danny, could be they bought them from the Fentons) and decide to start mass producing them inside their tech.
We always see WayneTech phones - I donât know if a phone would be a good medium for a Spector deflector, could be if you wanted, but surely the Applewatch/fitbit equivalent would be perfect to sneak that bit of tech into. Bruce Wayne is popular so everyone who is anyone with power in Gotham is wearing Waynetech.
Bruce (or Tim, you pick) wouldnât even have to tell people about ghosts or the possibility of being possessed (avoiding Vlad getting into their plans, or avoiding alerting the GIW, or maybe people just donât believe in ghosts) they could just make fancy smartwatches (hell WayneTech could buy Rolex and a jewelry company. Put them in earrings and bracelets and necklaces, everything from five dollar Claireâs earrings to 100K$ diamond earrings, hit lots of price points) and slowly but surely cut off Vladâs ability to possess anyone. So by the time the bats actually have to confront Vlad, theyâve laid all the ground work and Vlad is caught without his signature backup plan. Vlad canât control them, he canât control the judges in court, he canât control the corrupt policeman by force (money works fine though).
I find the idea that Gotham in particular just becomes the unknowing anti-ghost-possession capital of the world due to the proliferation of WayneTech to be very funny. You could also expand to say the Spector deflector works against other/any kind of mind control if you wanted. That might make Bruce/Timâs desire to use it much stronger.
I also find the idea that Lex Luthor would probably get screwed by Vlad because he wouldnât deign to wear rival tech also hilarious.
#hHHHH AYO#FIC SPOTTED#HI HELLO IT IS ME THE AUTHOR OF THAT FIC THAT YOU JUST MENTIONED#LITERALLY WHAT ARE THE ODDS#WAIT I SAW YOUR COMMENT ON MY FIC LIKE AN HOUR OR SO AGO TOO#NICE DUDE *HIGH FIVES YOU* SHARE YOUR IDEA WITH THE WORLD#I SAW IT AND THOUGHT âaYO commenter this a BIG fucking brain take???? props to you??â#this is so funny to me especially bc i literally just posted a lil blood blossom snippet idea like *checks watch* AN HOUR AGO lmao#its a little ficlet draft idea about how commissioner gordon meets danny for the first time. MAn i gotta get back to writing late at night#im frothing at the mouth and have like *Checks Doc* a whopping 200 words started on chapter 5. but goddamn is college an energy vampire.#and also google docs is like. horrifically bright and gives me headaches so its hard to focus on writing and there's no dark mode#i keep forgetting that i havent told anyone reading my fic that i have a tumblr. i need to add that in the next update#BUT YEAH ANYWAYS. VIYATRIX THIS IS A BIG BRAIN TAKE AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SUPER GENIUS
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teeth. â j.jk
â TAGS â ghostface!jk, breaking in, TW: non-con to dub-con (oc does NOT consent verbally even if she does participate hence the dub-con), brief knife play, cunnilingus, degradation, misogyny(?), objectification, blow jobs, brief face/skull fucking, fuckin in the woods, unprotected sex, nasty talk by jk, possessive!jk, hints of kidnapping/captivity, fear play, facial, jk is lowkey yandere, iconic whatâs your favorite scary movie scene but my style, DEAD DOVE, slight praises, ass n coochie worship cause jk is a ass man certified LMAO, cheerleader!oc, college setting
â WORD COUNT â 4.2k
â now playing: teeth - 5sos â
âColor me your color, baby, color me your car, color me your color, darling, I know who you are,â
The music blared loudly, you hummed under your breath while lining over your lips with a dark lip pencil. The hour was getting closer and you realized you had to speed things up if you wanted to meet with your friends on time (you had been stuck in your cheer uniform ALL DAY). You moved around your room quickly while tossing articles of clothing onto your bed, no outfit in particular on your mind.
You uncapped the red lipstick and ran it over your lips slowly, filling in the blank spaces and blending the two colors to perfection. You decided a white long sleeve tucked into your mini jean skirt would serve as a perfect combo. If you were lucky, maybe that cute college senior Kim Seokjin would give you his jacket to wear. The idea has you smiling like a dummy.
Before you can slip out of your skirt the phone downstairs begins ringing loudly. You could have very well ignored it but you donât feel like listening to your parents nag at you for not picking up the phone if it happens to be them. âUgh, seriously.â You mutter and quickly run downstairs to the kitchen.
âHello?â You softly sigh while twirling a piece of your hair around your finger.
âHello,â some guyâs deep voice greets you, he says nothing else and you tilt your head in confusion muttering a soft âyes?â. âWho is this?â
Immediately you frown in confusion and balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, âWho are you trying to reach?â You pop a piece of chicken from your momâs leftover casserole into your mouth.
âWhat number is this?â
âUhh..what number are you trying to reach?â
âI donât know.â
You hold back a deep sigh and check the time behind you on the clock, you really donât have patience for this nonsense. Especially for some weirdo whoâs either prank calling or just doesnât know how to work a phone. âThen you have the wrong number,â you eat another piece of casserole, âit happens, take it easy though.â You hang up quickly before he can utter another word to you.
You had just set the phone down when it began to ring all over again, âUghâŠhello?â You stare at the decorative ceiling in annoyance, âHello?â You say loudly when the other person doesnât say anything for a few seconds.
âWhy donât you wanna talk to me? Just wanted to apologize, âs all.â He says with a teasing lilt, but it sounds more condescending than anything, âJust wanna..get to know you.â
You ignore the nasty little shiver you get down your spine when he talks to you like that, a deeper part of you is literally drooling over how this guyâs voice sounds but too bad heâs a weirdo though.. Your gut twists uncomfortably as your eyes dart to the side to look out the patio doors. âOkay..well youâre forgiven now, bye.â You go to hang up.
âWaitâif you tell me your name Iâll tell you mine.â
You canât help your scoff, âYeah, right. I donât think so, why the hell would I give you my name? You sound like a total creep right now, you know that?â You huff and open your fridge up for a drink, âBesides, whatâs your deal anyways? You keep calling and Iâm obviously not who youâre looking for.â You complain while uncapping a bottle of water.
âBecause,â he calmly starts, âI wanna know who Iâm lookinâ at right now.. Pretty red lips and a tight little uniform on,â he draws out huskily.
You immediately go still, âW-WhatâŠhow do you..?â you look around the empty kitchen and living room. âThis isnât funny.â You quickly head down the hall to the front door, making sure the locks are set before you go back to the living room and make sure the patio doors are locked as well.
âNever said it was babydoll.â He muses, âThough I do gotta admit, red looks spectacular on you, wonder if you got more around here in your drawers.â He trails off, the sound of drawers slamming close and another opening could be heard on the other side of the line.
You wait with a bated breath listening carefully, you slowly turn your head to look up at the ceiling. Thereâs a low thumping noise that follows the sounds you hear from the phone. Your eyes slip shut as you try to control the sob thatâs about to come out of your throat, âWhat do you want from me?â You croak in a tiny voice.
âWhatâs your favorite scary movie sweetheart, hm?â His footsteps are heavy as he starts walking around upstairs in your room.
You blink your tears away and stumble towards the hallway to your only escape route: your dadâs office. âI-I donât like any scary movies,â you whimper quietly, âp-please, I donât wanna die.â You sniffle. You can hear him humming in the hallway upstairs now, causing you to duck into the office as silent as you can.
âThat wasnât my question. Timeâs ticking babydoll, Iâm not exactly a patient guy you know.â
âH-Halloween..!â You whisper-yell, âI like Halloween.â
âWhich one?â He asks, you can hear him loud and clear at the bottom of the staircase, âHm?â
You sniffle softly and back away, âRob Zombieâs version,â you utter softly and hear him pause in his footsteps. He stands there for a few seconds before he slowly draws nearer and nearer. Your eyes squeeze shut as a terrified whimper escapes your lips, before you can plead with him the door slowly creaks open and a hooded figure stands in the doorway with the phone held up to his ear. You stare at him, the phone slipping from your trembling hand as it slams to the floor with a loud thud.
He tilts his head to the side and raises his gloved hand to wave at you. âHey there sweetheart,â he purrs from under the mask.
You scream out in fear and knock over the desk chair, youâre lucky as hell your dad has a set of patio doors himself. You slip through the doors and run down the small hill, looking back and forth in time to see the hooded figure chasing after you.
The sounds of leaves crunching and branches snapping fill both sides of your ears. Adrenaline kicks in like never before and has you running the fastest youâve ever moved in your entire life. If you can lose him in the woods youâll make it to your neighborsâ in five minutes tops, might even get lucky if you detour to the main road but the hill to climb up will only slow you down.
âDonât be like that babydoll!â He calls out from your left? Right? You donât know where his voice is coming from, and quite frankly youâre too scared to look. You hear his heavy footsteps (now) directly behind you before a hand tangles itself in the back of your uniform top, gripping it tight as he stops you from going any further.
The force itself is enough to send you flying to the ground, knees scraping hard against a tree stump. You break your fall with your hands, crying out from the pain that erupts in both palms as tiny twigs and rocks dig into your soft skin. âGotcha.â He chuckles and squats down to your level to admire your bruised form. You must have gave him a run for his money with how hard heâs breathing under the mask.
âP-Please!â You crawl backwards, back hitting the tree stump, âI donât wanna die,â you pathetically cry, âI promise I wonât tell anyone if you let me go.â Call it cliche but it was worth a shot to plead with your killer? Stalker? You donât know anymore.
He tilts his head, âHeard that one before, youâre not the first to beg so sweetly like that babydoll. Almost melts my poor little heart,â he coos mockingly, âbut donât stress your pretty little head over that, youâre not meant to use that brain of yoursâmeant to sit and look pretty for me.â He purrs and reaches out to run a gloved hand over your dirt stricken thighs.
You curl away and try to escape his touch, âWhy are you doing this?â You whimper quietly, watching as his hand rubs circles over your bruised knees. A tremor runs down your spine as his leather gloves run over your shaking thighs, his touch feels scorching hot despite the cool material of his gloves pressing against your skin.
âBeen watchinâ ya for a while,â he murmurs, ânight n dayâjust imagining allll the different ways I could have you. Bet youâd look pretty with a mouth stuffed full of cock, wonder how pretty youâd look with cock deep inside your little cunt baby,â he trails off while giving your thigh a rough squeeze, âalways did wonder how that pussy tastes.â You can practically picture the shit eating grin he must have under the mask.
You hate that his nasty words have a bubbling heat building in your lower stomach, it shouldnât be that arousing to you yet here you were in the middle of the woods being fondled by your stalker while he talked about how much he wanted to fuck you. His voice even sounds hotter in person vs the phone.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He chuckles.
You land a harsh kick to his arm with a loud, âGet off of me!â You quickly turn over to stumble to your feet while he curses under his breath and stands to chase after you.
Heâs not so gentle this time with the way he snatches you and slams you right up against the tree trunk, letting the chips and splinters bite into your skin unforgivingly. âThought we were over this,â he growls, âwas gonna treat you nice and sweet but by the looks of it you just wanna be tossed around like the filthy little slut you are,â he hisses in your ear while pressing you tight against the tree.
You whine loudly and push back against him in an effort to get him off of you, âLet me goâlet go!â You growl angrily, âyouâre a fucking psycho creep!â You grit your teeth while trying to turn to look directly at him.
He doesnât shy away from hurting you to get you to become docile again. He pins both wrists behind your back in a tight grip, squeezing both of your hands until you hear a low threatening pop. A pained little whimper escapes your lip as he forces your head against the bark, âYou gonna sit still like a good girl or do I have to tie you up?â He growls menacingly.
âI-Iâll be good!â You cry out as the pain starts to become unbearable.
âWhat was that?â He whispers in your ear, âCouldnât hear ya.â He smirks.
A quiet sob slips from your lips as you slump over in defeat, âI-Iâll be a good girl.â You softly reply, too hung up on the pain to reply with the unbridled anger you feel right now. âJust pleaseâlet me go.â You sob.
He ignores your cries and instead brings out a rather intimidating looking hunting knife, it cuts into your skin almost right away with the slightest little touch. âPlease noââ You immediately begin, thighs shifting as they slide against each other in an attempt to block him from either cutting or stabbing you. The only thing you achieve is the blade running into your thigh and slicing a small line downwards.
âNone of that now babydoll,â he whispers while letting your wrists go and setting his big hand over your hip, âjust sit still and look pretty for me yeah? Donât need to think, just feel.â He breathes out as he guides the knife up your skirt, letting the sharp tip (which you noticed was slightly curved like a hook or something) hook under the side of your panties.
Your poor heart hammers in your chest as you begin to hyperventilate, âW-What are you gonna do to me?â The blade tugs at your panties, no doubt already piercing through the flimsy little material.
âFuck.â You hear him whisper from behind, âYouâre driving me fuckinâ crazy you know that?â His tongue clicks in annoyance as he suddenly yanks the knife down, a loud riiip following in suit, as well as your terrified scream/sob. âGonna have a taste now babydoll, put your hands right thereâyeahhh, good girl. Keep âem there baby,â he has you bending over with your legs spread wide apart and your hands over the tree, â âs like a fuckinâ dream back here, fat little cunt n a nice ass.â He whistles while smacking his hand against your poor cheek.
You bite your lip as the cool air fans over your moist cunt, at this point in time you have long given up making any excuses as to why your pussy was drooling for this weirdo. Still didnât mean you were less scared but you figured if you complied the faster things would go over. âLook at this slutty pussy, already leakinâ like a bitch in heat. Does a scary man like me chasing you through the woods get you goinâ sweetheart? Maybe youâre a little more fucked than I thought.â He chuckles.
Thereâs a brief pause and you wonder what heâs doing back there, so you turn your head to look at him when you gasp softly. He has the mask thrown off to the side, his face in all his gloryâmessy black hair and a lip ring with an array of piercings on his earsâ he sits there with a shit eating grin, âGuess the catâs out the bag huh?â You eye him with distaste before turning back around, you had at least hoped he was ugly or something.
âGod,â he groans, âcanât get over this ass,â he mutters to himself while smacking both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose both of your holes to him, âwanna see it wrapped âround my cock, gonna have you squirting and messy babydoll. Might even have to get you on your knees to clean up your mess,â he whispers as his hot breath fans over your pussy lips, âyouâre gonna be lookinâ at me with those sweet little eyes of yours too, gonna bust my load all over that pretty face of yours.â His tongue dips between your soft folds, licking from your winking hole down to your swollen little clit hiding under its hood.
Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands steady you by the hips, his face is practically smushed against your cunt as he slobbers over it with his greedy tongue. He sucks on your inner folds, getting every nook and cranny as he slurps up the mess he leaves behind before lapping over your clit with his tongue. Your thighs shake a little, youâve never had anyone this eager to eat your cunt out like this. Heâs a fucking menace and you hate how good he is at this.
âFuck,â he pants softly, âcanât get enough baby, could eat this pussy for days.â He all but moans while latching on to your clit.
A shocked cry leaves your lips, you dig your nails into the tree bark and hold on tightly as your swollen bud throbs in his mouth. He doesnât let up, suckling on your clit like a lollipop with just the right amount of pressure around the bud. A new wave of slick gushes from your untouched hole, loud mewls and whines leaving you as you subtly rut back against his face. Itâs pure heaven.
He spreads your cheeks apart and pulls back to harshly spit on your cunt, âThere you go, get nice n wet for me babydoll.â His hot breath fans over your empty little hole, âGood girl.â
You shouldnât like the way heâs talking to you, but something about him calling you that has a delirious little whimper leaving you. He dips his tongue into your pussy, the sensation definitely welcomed as you sigh in bliss. His tongue wiggles around and curls upwards to brush over your sensitive walls in a flicking motion.
He jiggles your ass in both hands, moaning at the sight of the fat slipping through his fingers from his tight grip. He flicks his tongue back and forth over your swollen bud, you nearly double over as his tongue traces letters on your clit. âW-Wait,â you bite your lip as your eyes shut and you reach behind you to tangle your hand in his hair.
You freeze when you realize what youâre doing, but instead of getting angry with you he leans into your touch with a low moan. Clearly he loves it so you keep your hand in his hair, occasionally pulling just a tiny bit. When he pulls back to catch his breath, audibly gulping as he sits back on his haunches, âTurn around.â He says breathlessly.
From behind you can hear him shuffling around, the sounds of a belt being unbuckled fills your ears. âOn your knees babydoll,â he rasps out while fisting his cock, sliding his thumb over the mess of precum heâs made at the tip of his cock. Heâs watching you with dark lust filled eyes as you slowly fall to your knees in front of him, eye contact never wavering.
âShitâwhen you look like that you make it harder for me to hold back.â He groans while licking his lip, âExactly how I imagined youâd look.â He purrs as he brings the head of his cock to smother his precum over them, âStick your tongue out for me babyâthere you go, just like that.â He grins softly.
You lay your tongue flat under his fat cock, delighting in the delicious weight over your tongue. You canât help but flick the tip of your tongue upwards causing it to brush over a throbbing vein. He releases a quiet hiss, fisting the shaft as he roughly slaps it against your tongue in repeated taps.
âWill you look at that, ânother little filthy slut we got here, how many other cocks you sucked huh?â He pushes into your mouth and holds the back of your head with one hand tightly fisted in your hair. You gag around his cock and fruitlessly claw at his thighs, âWhatâs the matter? Canât take it? Poor baby canât handle having a cock stuffed down her throat? Pathetic little thing you are, canât even do what you were made for,â he rasps out while rolling his hips against your face.
His balls press snug against your chin as spit and drool dribble from the corners of your mouth. Your tears run freely no doubt ruining your makeup for the night, you probably look a hot mess right now. Your stalker moans and pants freely above you, he doesnât bother hiding how good he feels right now as his cock twitches occasionally. You really lose it when he forces your head down and keeps you still, pelvis pressed right up against your nose as he rolls his hips in quick grinds.
âOh shit,â he breathes out, âfeels so fuckinâ good babydoll, knew you were the one when I first saw you.â He whispers out while slipping his cock out of your mouth, relishing in the gasping noises you make, âGonna make you into my little cock sleeve, donât need you doinâ anything else..belong with me right on my cock.â He shoves himself back into your mouth and begins fucking into your throat roughly. You cry and gurgle while weakly slapping your hands over his thighs. He doesnât let up and only fucks your throat more eagerly.
âFuck baby, câmere,â he yanks you off his cock and brings you up to him.
He doesnât waste time bending you back over the three and shoving his fat cock into you. You let out a loud cry and dig your nails into the tree from the pressure and slight twinge of pain from the size of his girthy cock. It sits nice and snug against your walls, curved slightly upwards to press into your g-spot, not quite hitting it but brushing over it.
âOh fuck,â you whisper out as your toes curl from inside your shoes.
When a couple more seconds pass of him just idly rocking into you, he pulls all the way out until only the head remains before slamming back in with a loud slap. You jolt in pleasure as a tiny scream escapes, he doesnât let up and keeps the same harsh pace he started with. His cock punches deep into your pussy, poking at your cervix painfully as you yelp out in pain between your moans.
âFucking hell,â he moans out while moving his hands from your hips to your bouncing tits, âgot a nice little pussy n a pair of pretty tits just for me right sweetheart?â He slaps one of your tits before taking your pebbled little nipple between his fingers and meanly pinching it.
âMm!â You arch your back and try to twist away from his bruising grip. He manages to grip your other tit and knead it in his big hand.
Loud squelching noises fill the space around you in the woods, some of your slick even drips down onto the ground with tiny wet splats. The sound is filthy and has your face burning up in embarrassment as you hide in your hands with low whimpers and whiny moans. He suddenly changes the angle and begins grinding his fat cock right up against your g-spot, pressing insistently as he hits it over and over again.
âOh you like it there donât you sweetheart,â he grins while rolling his hips in slow circles, âgo on then, fuck yourself on my cock like the little whore you are. Get that pussy nice and soaked for me.â He growls quietly in your ear while pinching your nipples once more.
A quiet squeal erupts from your throat, you shakily manage to knock your hips into his in a sloppy pace. âPlease,â you slur out as your eyes slip shut, âc-canât do it,â your pace is nowhere near the same as before.
âCanât what?â He moves one hand down between your thighs, âHm?â
You press your forehead against the tree bark in defeat, sobbing quietly as you wiggle your hips side to side, â âs not the same, need you to f-fuck me.â You shamefully admit.
âLike this?â He slaps his hips upwards, âOr like this sweetheart?â He purrs and begins plowing into your drenched pussy, stuffing his cock deep inside with every thrust.
You throw your head back with a loud moan, âYes, yes!â More drool begins slipping from your chin as you part your legs a bit wider and arch your back.
He swears at you from under his breath while rolling your swollen clit between his fingers. The sounds of skin slapping against skin begin louder, his balls collide with your swollen puffy folds and your ass ripples from his pelvis from his harsh thrusts. âLittle fucking slut,â he grits out through his harsh punishing thrusts, âfuckinâ mine you hear that? So help me you ever think of looking at someone else Iâll fuckin gut them like a fish n fuck you over their dead body.â He hisses, âBetter yet covered in their blood.â He roughly smacks your clit.
You mewl loudly and go still, your pussy pulses like crazy as you feel your orgasm hit you at full force. You cum with your clit trapped between his fingers and his cock stuffed deep. The orgasm is so strong it knocks you off your feet as you wobble and shake like a newborn lamb. âP-Please,â you sob out.
âOn your knees,â he growls while slipping from your drenched cunt, âfuckinâ look at me.â He aims his cock at your face and strokes himself with loud slick noises. You stare up at him with a dazed expression, too fucked out to reply. He cums with a low moan, making sure to coat your lips and face with his cum as he taps the head against your cheek, âFuckâŠâ He sighs in bliss while lazily flicking his wrist.
You blink slowly and the last thing you see is him picking his knife back up.
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Jungkook hums under his breath while he lazily digs through his bowl of popcorn, heâs been switching channels for a couple of minutes now. Nothing good is ever on these days, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head while flicking through the channels.
âOh,â his face lights up in joy, âbaby come look at this,â he grins and turns the volume up all the way high, âfound somethinâ perfect for movie night.â He turns to look behind him, eyes wild and filled with sadistic joy.
âShe was last seen Friday in the evening by her parents who were only going a few towns over to visit family. Her friends have all stated she was supposed to be meeting them that night but never showed, one even said they had spoken to her hours prior about their plans to meet. They said she wasnât acting suspicious or anythingââ
A muffled sob erupts, the sound of a cage rattling heard next as Jungkook slowly turns to look at your cowering form. You look so adorable all curled up in the cage like that, mascara streaking and lips wiped red from your lipstick. âDonât like that movie?â He pouts, âPity.â He turns back around and replays the entire missing persons ad.
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Hello!
Thought this might be fun. Context: I was with my boyfriend this morning, weâve been together for more than two years and circled around each other for an embarrassing amount of time in our teens, we met as competitors, Physics Olympiads. Now, we both have some very specific kind of almost opposite personalities. Quite literally night and day, and the fact is reflected on our clothing, I always dress in black/dark grey/burgundy, jeans and blazer or shirt, he tends to wear almost always light colours and shades of blue/khaki (I mockingly call him âblueberry porridgeâ at times), shirt and pullover or simple tees. We found out about the existence of Good Omens right after S2 was released, since in our department at Uni (Physics) our colleagues, probably also thanks to my customary round shades and partially dark red hair, started referring to the two of us -to me in particular- in a very peculiar manner you might have an idea of. We had to watch the series and read the book. We discovered our colleagues were far more right than it seemed (itâs positively creepy). It became our main source of entertainment. There have been plenty of such conversations, and fights came to an end exactly like this, but the scene that happened this morning was so spontaneous on his part that had me laugh particularly hard so here I am sharing it.
I came back from a small walk, threw my sunglasses on the lectern I have in my room and kicked off my shoes as I usually do. He glared at me as he usually does when I act like that (heâs the âuntie your shoes one at a time, loosen the laces a bit and neatly put them near the bedroom door possibly on the same tileâ kind of person). This time he added âYou see, we couldnât possibly have children, youâd teach them all the wrong things, you savageâ. And I answered, sarcastically and without thinking too much about it âTHEN youâll teach them the good ones so weâll cancel out and theyâll grow up normalâ.
We silently stared at each other for a good 5 seconds. And then he just shouted âHARRY THE RABBITâ and energically waved a towel he was holding in my face.
My life has been a fucking storm till some time ago, and now itâs almost 8 months of it being like this every day. Seriously, thank you (also for the disastrous first kiss. We can relate, for surprisingly analogous reasons, but thatâs a bit too personal to share online. What Iâd like to say is, even with so many people not liking that part, we ultimately rebuilt our trust in each other thanks to it). Now I have my daily dose of âGet thee behind me foul fiendâ every time we try to get through some door at the same time. And every time he says that he lets me get through it first, and I get to give him an annoyed âwhen-are-we-growing-upâ look we both know is as phony as a three-dollar bill.
My heart has been warmed.
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in which spencer helps university student reader de-stress after a particularly exhausting assignment
18+ (smut) warnings: fingering, overstimulation, happy crying, lowkey softdom spencer, slight d/s dynamics, reader is referred to as a girl, ????idk i've never had to tag for smut before lols wc: 2624 a/n: been doing some insane literary cooking. lots of smut AND more fluff in the works (all uni reader... lol... ). idk if i love this but again need to fucking get it out of my word doc so here u go, PLEASE lmk if you like it!!
You donât even realize the room has gone completely dark until Spencer comes in the front door and flicks on the light.Â
âWhy did you do that?â you snap immediately, looking up from your laptop screen for the first time in potentially hours, blinking hard as your eyes painfully adjust. Your boyfriend gives you an odd look.Â
âHello to you too...âÂ
âIâm sorry. Hi. How was dinner?âÂ
âIt was good,â he says, crossing the room to the couch that has been your entire world for the past five hours. You sigh, releasing some of the tension in your shoulders when he leans down to kiss your head and set down a to-go box on the coffee table. âHave you moved since I left?âÂ
â...no,â you admit, moving your eyes dejectedly to the keyboard. Â
âYou made progress,â he appeases, leaning over you to angle the laptop upward. Immediately you wrench it away, holding it protectively against your chest.Â
âStop! I donât want you to read it yet!âÂ
âI could help you with it though,â he pleads, bracing a hand on the arm of the couch. You look up into his hazel eyes, where heâs definitely playing up the puppy dog factor. His tie brushes your stomach, and he smells like lavender and clove and--Â
âYou need to go away,â you realize, snapping back to reality and shrinking into the couch, away from himâtrying to escape his all-encompassing sensory presence. Â
âWh- I just got back!â he scoffs, straightening.Â
âYouâre distracting me,â you accuse, throwing him a baleful look.Â
âIâm literally offering to help you.âÂ
âAnd Iâm respectfully declining because I care too much about your opinion to show you this essay until itâs less terrible. I really just need a couple more hours to finish it, please?âÂ
Spencer sighs, regarding your pitiful state before moving to sit down next to you. Automatically you move your legs out of the way before settling them in his lap and damn it heâs supposed to be going away. Your iron grip on the laptop involuntarily loosens a little as his hands begin to run back and forth over your legs. Noâyou must stay focused. Â
âSpencer,â you whine, flopping your head back. You let the implied complaint hang in the air.Â
âYouâve been writing all day. Your brain is exhausted, and your synapses arenât firing at a rate that is intellectually productive.âÂ
âWhat is the point of having a brain if I canât even use it half the time!â you almost-shout, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes until you see fireworks. Â
The couch shifts and you feel the warm, robotic weight of the laptop unpin you as Spencer lifts it from your lap. âDonât read it,â you beg, watching through parted fingers as he sets it on the coffee table, and relaxing slightly when he settles back into the couch. Â
âCome here,â he says, holding out an arm. Too mentally exhausted to do anything but comply, you pull yourself up just enough to fall into him. Immediately he wraps his arms around you, one hand slipping under your shirt to rub your back in hypnotizing passes. âI think you burnt yourself out,â he mutters.Â
You nod into his shoulder, surrendering yourself to his warmth, letting yourself sink into a lavender-clove fog, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into it. The darkness behind your eyes glows an inviting amber, threatening to pull you under... Â
But the essay...Â
âStop thinking about the essay,â he demands.Â
âBut I have so much to do,â you sigh against his jacket, the words coming out muffled.Â
âThe best thing you can do now is give your brain a rest. I promise you youâre not making that paper any better if youâre exhausted.âÂ
âI am not exhausted,â you insist, although your eyes are still closed, âIâm just really stressed.â Â
Spencer hums, continuing to rub your back. Â
âDo you need me to help you relax?â he says innocently.Â
Oh?Â
One of your eyes opens to peer up at him suspiciously. He sweeps some of your hair out of your face.Â
âBecause I would be happy to.â A moment passesâhim looking down at you fondly; you wondering if youâre picking up what heâs putting down.Â
âAnd how would you go about doing that?â you ask suspiciously.Â
âOrgasms reduce tension and stress and improve brain function.âÂ
Damn. Why did the nerdiest, most un-sexy pickup line ever just turn you on?
You groan, burying your face further into his shirtâmostly to hide any trace of a blush.Â
âYou know what else would reduce stress and improve brain functioning? Taking an Adderall and finishing my fucking essay.â Â
âAngel, you're such a smart girl, and you are fully capable of doing whatever you set your mind toâbut I will lock your laptop in my gun safe before I let you look at that essay again tonight.â He speaks so softly, and his fingers are still gently combing through your messy hair... all in all, you put up a good fight, right? Maybe you should just listen to him...
â... fine.â you say eventually, reluctant to give in too quickly even though the idea quickly has filled your stomach with butterflies.Â
âFine?â he says, pausing his motions as you turn your head just enough to look up at him. âSounds like you donât really want it, baby. Maybe we should just go to sleep. Or I could take you back to your-âÂ
âSpence,â you whine, gently grabbing the front of his shirt. Now heâs going to make you beg? As if it wasnât his idea? Those puppy dog eyes of his are deceiving.Â
âYouâre gonna have to do better than that,â he sighs, hand moving from your hair to your outer thigh.Â
âPlease?â you whisper, dignity forgotten as you look up at him imploringly.Â
âLean back, sweet girl,â he says, helping you adjust your position til youâre lying against his chest, legs sprawled across the couch. Your head lolls on his shoulder, intoxicated by his close proximity. âPerfect. Such a good listener.âÂ
Normally, youâd be quick to make a defensive remark, but with the way heâs slowly hiking your shirt up, running his hands over your sides so lightly it gives you goosebumpsâyou're really in no position to argue. Your eyes flutter shut as his hands grow bolder in their explorations, crossing your stomach, fingers just slipping under the waistband of your shorts and skimming over your hipbones before coming back up.Â
âDoes that feel good?â he murmurs, and you nod lazily, apparently losing access to your language facilities after running them dry all day. Unfortunately, that doesnât seem good enough for your boyfriend. âDo you remember when the last time I touched you like this was?âÂ
Through the hazy blur of your exhaustion, you try to think back. Was it... two days ago? Three? More?Â
âAlmost a week ago,â he supplies the answer for you when you take too long. What? That canât be right.Â
But when you think about it harder... it is right. It was right before finals week started. Â
An errant hand straying up your torso distracts you. âDo you remember what I did?âÂ
You flush.Â
âYou... yeah,â is the best you can offer, too flustered to say exactly what he did to your body. That stray hand moves over your breast. Your back arches just slightly at the stimulation through the thin fabric of your bra. Â
Thankfully, he lets you off the hook. Â
âI made you cum three times, right?âÂ
âMhm,â you hum through closed lips, tense with anticipation as he finally slides both hands down to your shorts and wordlessly directs you to lift your hips so he can pull them all the way off along with your underwear.Â
âYouâve been so busy lately, huh. Working so hard.âÂ
You unconsciously drop your bent legs open, brain too foggy to be insecure about how utterly bare you areâallowing him to slowly rub up and down your inner thigh.Â
âIâm gonna make you feel good, honey. I donât think three times was enough for such a stressful week.âÂ
You gasp when his fingers finally brush your clit, whimpering slightly when they just barely skim your entrance before tracing the wetness back up. Â
âGive me your hand,â Spencer says, taking his own from between your legs and holding it up. You donât even think about it, releasing your grip on the arm he now has wrapped around you and holding it out for him. At this point, youâd do anything he tells you to without hesitation. Â
He takes the proffered hand, gently guiding it back between your legs. Your fingers meet slick, soft warmth. âDo you feel how wet you are?âÂ
âYeah,â you breathe, seeing how your fingers glisten when you pull them away. His remain, running slowly up and down your clit. Your brain seems to be vibrating in your skull as warmth spreads throughout your body.Â
âWhoâs that for?âÂ
âYou, Spencer,â you whimper. He hums in approval before the room falls into silence as you both watch his teasing intently, your breath baited as you try to be patient. But your body isnât with the program, you keep twisting slightly, your hips cant upward. âPlease, please,â the words escape on a held exhalation as you finally break, arching your back against him as your search for more friction. Â
Without warning, he sinks two fingers inside you. The slight stretch after not having taken anything in a week scratches an itch you didnât even know you had, and you let out a broken moan.Â
âI know, honey. Youâre so good, I know.â Spencer kisses your head as he speaks over your cry, barely moving his fingers for a few moments while you get comfortable.Â
Still youâre not ready for it when he withdraws and pushes back in.Â
âLook at that,â he breathes.Â
âOh, fuck,â you choke, watching how your arousal completely coats his fingers as he slowly, slowly begins to fuck you with them.Â
Again you feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughs slightlyâprobably at your earlier insistence that you didnât desperately want this. The laughter fades as you both become entranced by the sight of his fingers disappearing into you, and your stomach twists with pleasure. His pace remains languid, and he seems to delight in the filthy, wet sounds his hand is producing between your legs. Â
âYou okay, baby?â he asks after a moment, seemingly snapping out of some trance.Â
âUh huh,â you whimper. One particular drag of his fingers at just the right angle has you dizzy, and then heâs speeding up. Your jaw drops at the change in pace and your hips chase his hand, wanting even more.Â
âSo pretty,â he mutters as his other hand moves to spread you open. Â
You attempt to shut your legs around his wrist, but instead he just ruts his fingers deeper into you, palm pressed against your clit. You attempt to twist away from the extreme stimulation, but he doesnât allow it.Â
âToo much,â you squeak, bucking your hips inadvertently.Â
âNo itâs not,â he states, like youâre talking about the weather.Â
âSpencer, I really c- ah- can't!âÂ
âIt feels like a lot, huh?â he asks soothingly, not letting up one bit.Â
âYes!â you cry, eyes stinging as tears begin to well.Â
âYouâre okay, angel. Itâs just been a while.âÂ
You are so completely fucked. Each stroke of his hand feels like an electric jolt through your whole body. It is too much, but at the same time, pleasure is pooling deep in your stomach and at the base of your spine and you never want him to stop. You throw your head back onto Spencerâs shoulder, eyes screwed shut. Â
âRelax,â he mutters, carefully bearing down the pressure across your waist with his arm to try and keep you from squirming.Â
A rhythmic whine breaks through the barrier of your sealed lips as you focus all your energy into taking it, when the all-consuming need to kiss him hits you. You twist your neck to look up at him, observing the furrow of his brow and the way heâs tucked his bottom lip into a bite. Thankfully he notices your movementâhis eyes dart from your own half-lidded gaze to your lips and he understands what you want.Â
The kiss is messy and the angle is awkward and youâre moaning into his mouth half the time anyway, but it feels so good to have his lips moving on yours that you donât care about any of it. Â
âIâah,â you cry into him, unable to form a coherent thought as your stomach drops like youâre mounting the peak of a roller coaster.Â
His fingers again change their angle and he finds the spot inside you that makes your legs spasm. Attempting to hold in whatever noises you were making is now futileâthe whimpers and pants turn to full-fledged keening moans interspersed with taut silences as you fail to breathe properly. Â
Your wrench your gaze and lips away from Spencer to watch through a blurry haze the rapid movement of his hand between your bare legs, the way your hips buck and twist and the way your leg bends as he hooks his free hand under your knee and hoists it toward your chest.Â
âYouâre doing so well, honey. Being so good for me.âÂ
Moisture spills over from your eyes, tracing down your cheeks and down your neck as you begin to come with no warning and a desperate, broken cry.Â
A string of praise from Spencer underscores your pleading moans, but you canât focus on anything other than the buzzing warmth emanating from your core, the bright, pulsing white that blinds you and the feeling of stardust flowing through your veins.Â
Your boyfriend continues pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you for a blissful few moments, before sensing the tail-end of your orgasm and bringing his fingers up to rub lazy circles over your clit. Aftershocks resonate from the hypersensitive area and make you clamp your legs shut around his hand as your toes curl and you attempt to squirm out of his grip.Â
âDone! Iâm done,â you squeak, rocking your hips back and forth to try and escape his toying.Â
âOkay, okay,â he soothes, relieving the pressure of his hand between your legs and moving it to run over your stomach as you come down.Â
You lie in silence for a minute, enjoying the liquid sensation weighing down your muscles and basking in the warm afterglow of your orgasm. Â
âShit,â you breathe shakily after a moment. Spencer chuckles. You manage to turn yourself over, laying your cheek on his shoulder and slipping your arms under his waist. He looks down at you as he moves on to massaging your back and bare hips, eyes full of warm adoration. Â
âFeel better?âÂ
You hum an affirmation, wiping your eyes on his shirt.Â
âOh, honey, did I make you cry?âÂ
You laugh into his chest and nod, a few stray tears leaking from your shut eyes. âItâs okay. Not sad tears.âÂ
âWhat kind of tears?âÂ
âOrgasm tears,â you mumble, a tidal wave of exhaustion youâd been fighting all day finally washing over you.Â
âThat makes sense. Orgasms can be cathartic or even therapeutic depending on your head space. Major losses and life changes are often associated with sexual dysfunction but the opposite is actually just as if not more common. A spike in libido canââÂ
Spencer pauses, looking down to see that youâre either asleep or close to it, and smiles to himself. Youâll probably be mad about it when you wake up, but he had to get you to stop thinking about that paper somehow.Â
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and thatâs why heâs tsc golden boyđ«¶đ»
nothing would make me happier in TWP than kit just absolutely refusing his bloodline and destiny at every turn
faerie keeps messaging him about politics and how he is the lost heir and chosen one with special powers and he just keeps sending back notes that say "lol nah"
everyone is warning him about his cursed heritage and fate, trying to kidnap or kill him, and he's like [read at 5:28 PM]
the entire shadow world wants him to be the main character so badly but he refuses to be anything but ty's simp and sidekick forever
#just-#how anyone could not like kit is beyond me#like heâs literally the greatest character to ever exist?????#like hello?????#and this post made me cackle so bad#ur so right heâs just gonna be like yeah i cant be fucked dealing with this#if i cant change continents maybe i can change planets????#god i miss him#kit herondale#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#tda#twp#tsc
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Too Sweet
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Spencer Reid x Reader
:: Practically at his beck and call, Spencer knows youâre too sweet for him. He knows he shouldnât use you but he canât stop himself when youâre also all too enthusiastic to fuck him ::
warnings :: smutttt, casual sex (kinda lol), oral (fem receiving), over stimulation, insomnia!spencer, spencer spitting facts (literally), reader is described to have hair length long enough to stick to your cheeks, obviously reader is described as afab, not sure what else i should tag so let me know what i miss :)
authorâs notes :: hello, hello! honestly i saw this tik tok edit of spencer with this song (Too Sweet - Hozier) and felt a bit inspired by it and also loosely by lyrics too. please be kind as itâs been a couple years since i last wrote a fic and itâs my first one about dr reid too, so let me know if you guys like it, comment, reblog, all that jazz and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!
WC :: ~4k
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It was pretty late into the night, it was the first weekend in weeks that the team was able to really enjoy. Spencer sat in a corner of his apartment, a glass of whiskey sat on the table as he flipped the pages of a book heâs read a thousand times before, albeit it was one of favorites.Â
He was hesitant to call, he didnât want to pull you away from enjoying your weekend but when it came to his pleasure, he put himself first. You were always too nice to say no to him and he knew that. It made him feel sleazy sometimes, but this was who he was now. Rugged, damaged, fucked up. Heâd been through a lot. But in those moments where you squirmed and whined beneath him, he felt satiated. You were his drug now.Â
âHello?â he mumbled when the call picked up.
âSpencer,â your voice was a whisper as you practically sang his name.
âYouâre awake,â he said.
âYes,â you responded.
âItâs a little late donât you think?â he poked.Â
âThen why are you calling?âÂ
You knew why he was calling. He only ever wanted one thing from you when the sky was dark. You didnât mind it though. You basked in it. You kind of liked it. The feeling of having sex without commitment. Your job didnât give you enough time for a commitment. You didnât feel humiliated or belittled by Spencerâs desires. In fact, his lust for you turned you on in most cases. Most.Â
Spencer was still a good friend to you. Regardless of sleeping with him, he was your closest friend. And recently, you noticed changes in him. Maybe youâve kept a closer eye on him more than before but you were a little concerned. You had the right after everything heâs been through. He seemed more tired than usual, even though he was still punctual with work. Although you didnât sleep in his bed after every time you slept together, when you did, you pretended not to notice his exits and long absences in between the long hours of the night. You could barely hear his ever so quiet footsteps roaming the living room. The clanking of coffee mugs in the kitchen and his quiet âShitâ when he thought he was being too loud.
Three subtle knocks rapped his door, so quiet Spencer wouldâve missed if he had breathed just a bit louder. A grin spread across his face subconsciously, glancing at the clock before taking long strides to the door. It was almost midnight. You stood in the doorway with heavy eyes, not the drunk kind, but the tired kind. He moved aside to let you in. Just like last time; and all the other times you showed up at his door for him.Â
âI thought you went out tonight,â he questioned, rhetorically.Â
âI did. For a bit,â you told him, âI just had one drink, then went home.â
âWhat are you doing up so late?â you asked, you already know the answer. And Spencer knows you know too, though he tried at first to be more subtle in his nightly fixtures. He simply sighed with amusement. You set your things down on his couch, eyes adjusting to the dim lights that hardly lit the room. The glass sitting on the table in the corner caught your eyes though.Â
âWhat are you drinking?â you asked.
âUh, whiskey. Neat.âÂ
âEw, why?â you joked.
âItâs not that bad,â he shrugged. A whiskey wouldnât exactly be Spencerâs first choice of drink but then again his first choice of drink wouldnât even be alcohol. If it was, he would probably be content with a beer, or something of the sort. He was sort of going through a phase during nights. He was sleeping a lot less too.Â
âI just didnât take you for a whiskey kind of guy,â you teased.
âWhat kind of guy did you take me for?â he poked; he wasnât really talking about drinks anymore though.Â
âWater,â you joked, making him laugh.Â
Spencer stood before you now. His hands were slightly hesitant this time to rest on your hips.Â
âIs everything ok, Spencer?â you asked him.Â
âYes,â his voice was a whisper.Â
You didnât believe him, but you knew better than to press him. He was a stubborn guy and whether you did or didnât you werenât going to get an answer. You slid your hands up his chest before cupping the back of his neck with your hands. The kiss was chaste. You didnât want to sleep with him if he was having second thoughts.
âAre you sure? If youâve changed your mind I can head hom-,â you were telling him.
âNo, donât,â he rushed out.Â
âIâm fine; I just havenât been sleeping well,â he confessed. This surprised you, not because you didnât know, but because you didnât think he would tell you.Â
âWell, then maybe I should go. That way you can finally get to bed before the sun comes up for once,â you joked with him, âBesides, youâre the one who's always telling people how important sleep is to the human body.â
Your words shocked Spencer this time. Admittedly, in the back of mind he suspected that you could sense him leaving his bed, or your bed sometimes, and that one or more times heâd been a little loud dwindling in the next room. But he didnât realize you were fully aware of his nightly escapades. You knew him too well. You were too sweet to him. Spencer knew after all the fucked up things heâs been through he didnât deserve your friendship; or anything more despite the fact.
âDid you know that elephants sleep the least of any other animal?â he told you, he doesnât know why. Maybe to distract you, or seduce you. Both outcomes came often enough for him to make it a guessing game.
âYouâre not an elephant.â
And then there were the ultra rare times when neither outcome happened; just now being one of them.Â
âSleep deprivation has been associated with reduced sexual desire and arousal,â he tried again.
âWell, I can help with that,â you teased. There we go.
He leaned down to kiss your lips but you pulled back in tease, smile on your face; you knew how pussywhipped you had this man. He didnât want to fight it, he was growing desperate for you with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he dipped his head in the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips, pulling you closer to him from your waist and lower back. Your hands began to unbutton his shirt, he was still wearing the clothes you saw him working in earlier that day.Â
You stopped him, never been one to have sex anywhere other than the bedroom, taking his hand already knowing where to go after doing so many times before already. Although, it wasnât like his apartment was a confusing labyrinth. He followed you like always.Â
You reached the edge of the bed, sitting instinctively. Your hand went straight to his belt, undoing it with ease. Spencer pulled your hands away from his hips before sinking to his knees to the ground. He pulled your hips to the very edge, scratching the skin as he desperately pulled at your pants bringing them down your legs. Of course you let him.
He pushed you back and you fell on your elbows, still able to see him so clearly. See him dip his head and kiss the skin on the inside of your knee, his eyes lingering on yours. You let your head go for a second, basking in the feeling of his lips. They always made you feel so warm and tingly. One thing about Spencer, he loved foreplay. All the little things that lead up to sex. Most of the time, he craved the foreplay more than the sex itself.Â
He moved your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips. His nose ran along your inner thighs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath coming from his nose. His fingers fiddled against your hip bones and you wiggled a bit becoming desperate by the minute for something more than just this teasing.
âSpence,â you whined, looking back at him.
âIt doesnât matter how many times we do this, youâll never learn patience will you?â Spencer bartered.Â
âSpencer, I donât come to you to learn patience,â you spat, not with any malice however.
âYou wonât come at all with that attitude,â he snapped back, hiding a grin between your legs.Â
âSpencer!â you gasped.
He chuckled lowly, bringing his hand between your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side to expose you to him. You were glistening, slick beginning to leak from you already. Spencer could feel himself getting hard. He precariously tried to not buck his hips into the bed like horny teenager. Â
âFuck,â he whispered under his breath.Â
He stepped up quickly letting your legs drop harshly. His fingers curled over the hem of your underwear pulling them down and tossing behind his shoulder before returning to his previous position. He felt like he was possessed. Acting and moving like it was primal, instinctive. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to satisfy you.Â
He kissed all the places except the place you needed the most. You curled your toes anticipating his next move, longing for his lips, tongue, fingers, anything to bring you pleasure. Just when you were about to sit up, ready to nag at him, his lips wrapped around your bud.Â
Your shoulders gave out at the feeling. Your body electrifying instantaneously. Your eyes trained on the ceiling, focusing on everything about Spencer in this moment, the sounds, his touch, his tongue. His tongue dipping in you every now and then, making you moan feverishly. His hands spread out, pinning your hips down to the bed to try and get you to stop wiggling your hips, but he wasnât too successful in that.Â
âKnock it off,â he groaned, removing a hand wrapped around your leg to bring his fingers to your entrance.
âItâs not enough; I need more,â you whined.
âNo, you want more,â he debuted, âYouâre being greedy.â
âAnd youâre being mean,â you quipped, you always had something to retort.
âOk, fine,â he stood up.
âStop!â you whined, âPlease, come back. Do whatever you want.â
âI will,â he sat on his knees again, instantly bringing his fingers up to rub slow circles that made your toes curl.Â
He purposefully let them every now and then prod at your entrance make your hips jerk in surprise. He could see how wet you were, all of the slick telling him how needy you were. He looked up to look at your face. His eyes catching your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt from the pleasure already, smiling to himself.Â
âSexual arousal can cause an increase in blood flow to not just female genitalia, but also the breasts,â he told you, feeling your thighs squeeze ever so slightly.
âIs that your way of telling me my nipples are hard because of you?â you teased.
âYes,â he stated before diving straight back between your thighs.Â
His tongue did circles like his fingers, the wetness and warmth much more stimulating than before. His fingers slid inside you, curling when he couldnât push them any further. You moaned out, reaching your hand down to comb your fingers through Spencerâs shaggy hair. The noises of everything bounced off the walls of Spencerâs shallow bedroom. It sounded vulgar but so sexy. Your heavy breathing practically syncing together.Â
Your thighs squeezed more and more as you got closer to your climax; you didnât care if you were suffocating Spencer. If he died, he died pleasuring you and neither of you minded it in this moment. Your hips grinding against his tongue chasing you release frantically. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly, leading you to ecstasy.Â
Your breaths became shaking, as did your moans. You were overcome with pleasure as your orgasm hit you so suddenly. You could feel Spencerâs smile growing against you, you knew that he wasnât going to withdraw despite reaching your climax.Â
âOh god, too much, Spence.âÂ
âFirst it was not enough, now itâs too much?â he taunted you, fingers still pumping in and out you strenuously.Â
âSpence!â you wailed, your voice trembling embarrassingly.Â
When he wouldnât give out, you pulled at his hair as you sat up and pulled his mouth away from between your thighs.Â
âOh ow, ow, ow!â he whined.Â
âJesus, you were gonna give me a heartache,â you whined.Â
âActually the possibility of having a heart attack during sexual activity is exceedingly low. So you wouldnât have had anything to worry about; if anything you would get a small headache,â he explained.Â
âYouâre giving me a headache,â you whined, making him laugh. Â
You pulled him from the back of his neck, crashing his lips against yours. You loved to kiss Spencer. You always felt the closest to him physically when you kissed. Which is ironic since he was quite literally inside you most nights. Kissing, the art of kissing, was practically your love language. You always gave small pecks when you were together, privately of course.Â
Spencer was worried at first, that kissing was too intimate that things would complicate fast and feelings would get hurt. But as time went on and things continued to stay normal between you, he just began to relish in it rather than worry about nothing. At least thatâs what heâs convinced himself of.Â
He suddenly remembered the first time you slept together. You were in his apartment one night going over some details of the case. Nothing so major, or frightening, but something wasnât adding up. You decided to take a break, cracking open some beers and just talk. One beer became two, then three, then four and then suddenly bottles littered the pitiful coffee table in front of you. You were very clear with him, âI donât just sleep with anybody.â But you were a woman with needs just as much as Spencer was a man, âNeither do I.â
âThings have to stay the way they are if we do this,â he told you that night.
âThey will,â you assured him.Â
You rested your forehead against his seeing his eyes seem different. Spencer always did this. Everytime, just for a minute or even a second, he would disappear behind his eyes, like he was reminiscing on a memory you couldnât describe.Â
âYou did that thing again,â you said with a small grin on your face.Â
âI know,â he blushed, âSorry.â
âYou ever gonna tell me what youâre thinking about when you do that?â you questioned.
âNope,â he smirked, making you giggle.Â
Spencer stood straight up shagging his shirt off before scrambling out of his pants. He crawled back over you settling his hips between your thighs as he dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck. Your hand curled around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair as his breath and lips tickled your skin. Your hips fit together snuggly, grinding against desperate to chase each otherâs highs.
Spencer reached into the drawer beside your head to pull out a condom. You snatched it from his hands with a devilish smirk on your face tearing it with your teeth. You spat the foil corner from your mouth, pulling the condom from its package before tossing it aside. You reached between your bodies stroking Spencer. His face blushing red, contorting with pleasure as itâs the first of the night to feel some sort of friction he needed from the beginning. The reason he called you in the first place.Â
Spencer let his hands trace your skin. Though you wouldnât react, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Feeling him prodding against your entrance, your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat. You always anticipated this part. No matter how many times you and Spencer spent the night together, you couldnât ever get used to the flips your stomach made at this time.Â
Spencer pushed his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making your hum in delight. Spencerâs breath became heavy as he pulled out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face began to feel hot as Spencer began to find a good rhythm. You could feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp.Â
You looked at Spencerâs face; the veins bulging from his forehead and his neck. You cupped his cheek with your hand, catching his rhythm with your hips. Your breath became heavy, your hums became moans. Spencer wasnât exactly the most vocal lover you laid with. Not that Spencer was your lover of course. Thatâs not what you meant.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little brain?â Spencerâs voice took you from your sudden trance; his pace beginning to slow. He brought his hand to your face, pulling the stray hairs that stuck to your cheeks from your sweat away.
âNothing, just donât stop,â you sighed, pulling his lips down to yours again.Â
Spencer picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You felt overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You pushed Spencerâs shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high. Spencer sat on his knees gripping your hips, practically ramming his hips into yours. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath you.Â
âOh god, fuck,â you cried out. Your thighs squeezing Spencerâs torso as you began to get closer to your climax.Â
âShit, itâs like I canât get enough no matter how many times I have you squirming beneath me,â he gloated.Â
You could see Spencer's chest begin to get red, his knuckles however turning white. Your hands reached down gripping his wrists. Prying them away, before sitting up to straddle his legs, as they stretched forward, adjusting comfortably. You held on to his shoulders sturdily, finding an entirely new rhythm to chase your high.Â
Spencerâs hands ran up your back, sliding under your shirt that you had yet to take off. No wonder you were overwhelmed with heat. He peeled the tight fabric from your skin, tossing it to the ground like he has so many times before. He unhooked your bra with ease, his eyes instantly trained to your chest. He couldnât help his hands following, massaging the soft skin. Spencer looked up to you as you bounced up and down. Sweat dripping seductively down the valley of your breasts.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â Spencer whispered, staring up at you.
âI know,â you joked breathlessly, giving him a playful wink.Â
Spencer let out a breathy laugh at that. The both of you were itching for a release now. Your bodies squirming against one another, aching to give the other the release. You leaned back placing your hands on his thighs, moving your hips faster and harder than before.Â
âSpencer, Iâm getting close, I feel it,â you whimpered, âPlease tell me youâre close too.â
âIâm close,â he breathed out.
âFuck,â you cried.
âCome on, sweetheart. Let go,â Spencer mused, he reached between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster.
You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt the waves of pleasures wash over you suddenly. You couldnât help the loud moans escaping from you as you threw your head back; arched back and thighs tensed. Spencerâs hand held your body close to himself, and you curled forward wrapping your arms around his head as you climaxed indefinitely. Spencer grunted below you, his legs stiffening and jerking upward. Curses whispered from his lips.Â
âOh, shit,â you gasped, relaxing and slumping your body over Spencer.Â
âTreat me good, like always,â he whispered, his hand coming briefly to stroke your hair gently.Â
He rolled you over, laying you lazily on his bed before climbing out of the bed swiftly. He stumbled his way to dispose of the rubber. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer along with something to cover himself. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you as your eyes slowly blinked, telling him you were exhausted.Â
âYou want to stay the night? I can see how tired you are.âÂ
âIâll be gone first thing in the morning,â you quipped with a small grin on your face.Â
Spencer laid beside you, covering your body with the blankets. You curled by his side, your leg falling over his hips. He turned the lights out, but the soft golden glow from the lights in the room next door streamed in. His arm wrapped around you, fingers softly stretching your back. Steady breaths against his chest gave him a sense of comfort. He was always a bit jealous how easily sleep came to you; how peaceful you looked when you did. Spencer tried to close his eyes. He tried to let rest wash over him like a blanket. What felt like seconds was an hour. And another hour. He peeked at his watch laying on the nightstand beside him, three oâclock the time read.Â
Sighing, he sneaked out of bed, careful to not wake you. He skulked towards the kitchen, eyeing the small glass of whiskey still on the table. He couldnât help smirk to himself over it. He opened the cabinet grabbing a mug, pouring a bitter liquid into it. He took a big swig of his favorite beverage, basking in all the flavors, when suddenly a beautiful figure stood before him.Â
âHey,â his voice was quiet.Â
âIâm guessing you havenât slept,â you tiptoed your way to him, you could hear him sighing.Â
âIs there anything at all I can do to help you?â you whispered, carefully placing your hand on Spencerâs warm back.Â
âNo, but having you here is enough.â
You were beginning to blur the lines between your arrangement and your friendship. But neither you nor Spencer could muster up the courage to stop what youâve started. Spencer indulged in your sweetness, the way you were always there to satiate his desires, the way you opened yourself to him like heavenâs gate. And you, well you would never admit it. Being in love with Spencer that is. Youâve known him for years; seen the best parts of him and helped him through the worst. You knew him the best of anyone youâve known before. And he could say the same too. Heâs never opened up to anyone as much as he has to you.Â
You were perfect for each other. And yet, Spencer wouldnât allow himself to bask in it. He truly believed he didnât deserve you. That all the demons that haunted him in these dark hours were undeserving of your kindness, compassion, gentleness. Simply thinking about you was often enough to calm him in tense situations. But he would never tell you this. So here he was, standing in the kitchen with his coffee black at three in the morning wondering why you couldnât see that he would never be enough for you.Â
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When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
Werewolf!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!BunnyHybrid!Reader
Warnings: smut, chasing, size kink, Natasha has a dick (a large werewolf cock so thatâs where the size kink comes in), dubcon, sub!reader, top!natasha, rough sex, squirting and I think thatâs it let me know if I missed anything
You knew it was dangerous to go out on a full moon in October, but you had forgotten to pick some berries for your pie for tomorrowâs desert. So, you held onto your basket and walked out to your little garden which wasnât too far from your house.
As you were picking berries and putting them into your basket one by one (youâre very particular about picking berries) you heard the crunch of a twig behind you.
You quickly turned, your ears perking up, twitching your nose as you tried to find what made the noise. To no avail, there was absolute nothing. Just silence and darkness minus the light illuminated from the moon above. So, you shrugged your shoulders and turned back to your berry bushes.
Suddenly, you felt a large presence behind you, and a shadow looming over you. You quickly turned to find a werewolf woman, who was a lot larger than you were. Your eyes raked over her quickly and noticed her large dripping cock that totally didnât turn you on. But you knew, sheâd kill you. Her species is a predatory one, that only comes out on a full moon in October.
So, you dropped your basket and ran. Of course, she pounced after you, through the woods and over logs. You tried your very best to use the bunny quickness inside of you but it was no help. Because by now sheâs already caught you.
She pinned you down to the ground, looming over you with a toothy expression, and hunger. Ah, yes, hunger.
âIâve been watching your little cotton tail for quite some time, and now Iâm so glad I have you.â The werewolf smirked devilishly.
âPlease donât hurt meâŠâ you pleaded.
âDonât worry, bunny. Iâm not going to hurt you. I just want to feel youâŠâ her tone sent a shiver down your spine as she quite literally tore off your dress, revealing your naked body. You were already dripping wet when she ran a finger through your folds with a growl.
The creature forcefully flipped you over and making you stick your ass in the air before she plunged into you, stretching you out like youâve never been stretched before.
âOh god!â You cried out as she thrusted into you, gripping your hips for leverage. She didnât let up and showed no mercy when she repeatedly hit your g spot.
âSo tightâŠbunnyâŠ.squeezing me so fucking good.â
âMmm Iâm gonna cum!â You cried out. The werewolf sped up her movements until you were clenching around her cock, squirting around it making you scream out into the dark woods. Most people would think you were in danger but you both knew that wasnât the case at all. She released her seed deep inside your womb and was decent enough to carry you back home.
The next morning you were picking up the berries you couldnât get last night when a pretty red haired woman walked up to you,
âHello, Iâm Natasha.â
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Peek a boo
Perv!Sub Ellie x Dom!fem!reader
MDNI
Warnings: masturbation r! and Ellie, squirting, fingering, oral E!receiving, blindfold, tribbing, reader smacks Ellieâs face(non sexually), blood(non violent or menstral), dildo e! receivingđ
You knew Ellie like the back of your hand you knew what she liked you knew what she loved you knew her fears and what made her tick and apparently that all was you. Everything she does is you she lives and breathes you. Ellie obviously didnât know you were aware of all this, to her all you knew is that you two met in collage and lived in the same flat to save money.
You both werenât exactly close but you were polite to eachother you would say âhiâ to her and sheâd reply the usual âhelloâ shyly and scurry back to her room avoiding your gaze.
Youâd be worried that she didnât appreciate your company if it wasnât for you catching her literally moaning your name in your bed with her nose nuzzled into your pillow, ass up and hands frantically moving in her boxers, the dark grey patch on the centre of the fabric standing out from the rest. You were supposed to be out all night but decided to come home early and head to bed because of a pounding headache, only to be greeted with such a pathetic yet ego boosting scene.
You never brought this up to her, instead you wanted to see how far she would take it and to be honest you loved the idea of this timid little nerd being completely obsessed with you.
Your tests started small, leaving your chapstick out in the morning just to find Ellie with a pink tint to her previously chapped lips and a guilty aura surrounding her when you got home but it grew thrilling to see just how addicted she was to you, you wanted to see her take this thurther leaving your white lace thong on the top of the dirty laundry pile, only to come home to all your clothes folded perfectly and smelling of fresh cotton outside your room door but your underwear was nowhere to be found and youâd have it no other way, to say the least, you found flattering and you loved the attention, so it became routine, youâd leave a pair of your underwear out every Friday morning and theyâd be missing for you getting back home, only to show up randomly a week later.
What you loved to do was play with yourself moaning loudly into the night and no matter how late it was youâd hear little creaks on the floorboards outside your bedroom door and if you swallow your moans enough you can hear Ellieâs rapid breaths on the other side of your door and little wet squelches, after you came to the thought of Ellie getting off to just your moans you roll over tierd looking at the digital clock that read 4:32am. you hear her room door click close and a thud as she throws herself on her bed and sighs, you sigh with her. It was fun teasing her but you wanted more, you wanted to see her when she was whimpering and moaning and crying out in pleasure because of you, you wanted to see the tears stream down her freckled face and so you made it your mission..
You chose to give Ellie exactly what she gave you: a fucking show. There you were, in the exact same position you found her in that fateful night, ass up and head in your pillow your thong pulled to the side as you played with your dripping cunt, your room door swinging open and moans of Ellieâs name leaving your lips just loud enough for it to sound like your calling on her. You dipped your finger into your soaked entrance because just the thought of Ellie catching you like this had you fucking dripping, thrusting in and out of yourself and whimpering her name summoned her like magic, you heard that usual squeak of your floorboards knowing sheâll find you like this, you arch your back deeper and release the most sluttiest moan youâve ever heard and shove a second finger into your weeping entrance âfffuck Ellie ri-right thereee ughhâ. You hear a muffled groan, smiling to yourself you peek between your legs and you almost cum at the sight, Ellie leaning against your doorframe with a hand over her mouth, eyes close and her hand moving frantically in her trousers, her head tilted back in pleasure.
âELLIE!??â you shout in faux shock pretending to try cover yourself, her eyes pop open and the colour drains from her face, she looks like she seen a ghost and tries to back away but trips up on her own two feet, falling on her ass, poor baby. You stand up walking towards her and she canât even move. You admire the blush on her cheeks, the tears brimming in her eyes under her glasses and the slick glistening on her fingertips âi-i am so sorryâ she sobs out and you shush her, extending a hand out to her, she grabs it fearing she could somehow make you more upset by refusing your hand. You pull her to her feet and regardless of height, sheâs still practically cowering beneath you.
âaww Ellie were you watching me fuck myself?â You coo.
She doesnât answer you, instead she stares at the floor silently.
So you slap her across the face, not too hard but enough for her to groan a little in pain as she rubs her cheek, staring at you stupidly, clearly in shock by your actions.
âanswer meâ you speak.
âyesâ she practically barley whispers and she looks like sheâs about to pass out, even in this situation she canât help but scan your body in your underwear sheepishly admiring every curve. Wrapping your hand around Ellieâs wrist you walk her into your bedroom.
âSitâ you instruct tilting your head towards the bed and she does exactly as sheâs told sitting on the edge of your bed. You donât even glance at her as you walk to your wardrobe, leaning over to look through your drawers, putting your dripping pussy on display for her, your thong still pulled to the side, her breathing and squirming is the only sounds filling the room till you speak still looking through the drawers âstripâ
âwhat?â she whispers
âdonât make me tell you twice Ellieâ.
You listen to her shuffle for a bit before you stand straight and turn to face her, the sight of her in just her boxers make your cunt ache as trail towards the bed, a peice of pink fabric in your hands, you crawl on top of it and raise your hand to make a come hither motion at Ellie, the poor girl is practically shaking as she crawls towards you and sits between your legs, your hands trace her shoulders to try calm her down âdid I look pretty?â You whisper.
âwhat?â She trembles between your legs
You huff âdid I look prettyâŠwith my fingers buried in my pussy ellie?â You place kisses on her shoulder.
She closes her eyes and squeeze her thighs together âReally prettyâ she breaths out
âDid I make you wet babyâ your lips graze her neck
âY-yesâ she whines
âYouâre such a perv Ellie, I bet you wanna watch me suck on your pussy, do you want that?â
âPleaseeâ tears are brimming in her eyes with desperation
âYou donât deserve that tho, do you ellie?â
She stays quiet, knowing the answer
âNo you donât get to see my lips wrapped around your pretty clit, do you?â
âPlease, pleaseâ
You trail your fingertips to her inner thigh and her hips buck, her glasses sliding a little down her nose and she reaches up to push them back up but you stop her hand and pull the frames off her face placing them on the bedstand and sheâs watches you curiously
âyouâre not gonna need themâ you reassure her.
She knows exactly what you mean, picking up the pink fabric, you hold your hand out and she places it gently in your hand âgood girlâ you say and peck her on the face, she whines at your actions âI donât think you deserve to see me Ellie, not after letting me catch you being such a little pervâ.
She squeezes her thighs together at the thought off you blindfolding her and fucking her âbet you wanted me to catch you, just want me to put you in your place baby huh?â
âMmhmâ she confirms,looking down, you follow her gaze and see a ridiculously large wet patch on her boxers, her slick literally leaking through them and onto your duvet, the sight makes your cunt throb, getting on your knees behind her, youâre squeezing your thighs together as you say ârelax for me babyâ she nods, playing with her hands in her lap and you reach round grabbing her chin pulling her into a sloppy kiss and sheâs moaning into your mouth instantly, tongues rolling against eachother, wet smacking sounds filling the room, her drool landing on your chin as she grinds into the bed, your hand wraps loosely around her throat to get her attention
âyouâre gonna do exactly as I say, and if you donât Iâll stop do you understand?â She nods frantically âgood fucking girlâ you praise and her hand reaches down to touch her clit but you slap it and she yelps pulling her hand away âthatâs mine now, understand?â
âY-yes maâamâ you roll your eyes behind her head, of course she has a fucking maâam kink.
âYour safe word is peachâ you say placing the blindfold over her eyes and tying it behind her head âwhatâs your safe word?â
âPeachâ she breaths out
âGood girlâ you kiss the top of her head and stand off the bed âlie down for me angelâ
âYes maâamâ she whispers laying down, you look down at her admiraing her chest raising and falling with her heavy breaths, she looks so helpless like this, her hands gripping onto your sheets, all you want to do is make her feel good.
You stand at the bottom of your bed and Ellie gasps as you grip her ankleâs gently and pull her legs apart, crawling in between them, you kiss the tip of her pretty nose and you swear you see her lip twitch, it makes you blush, she truely is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
you place a barely there kiss onto her little smile âyouâre gonna do exactly what I say and if you donât Iâll stop, understand?â
ây-yeahâ her shyness returning.
You hear her nervous breaths so you reach down and interlace one of your hands with hers, holding it besides her head to let her know that youâre not gonna hurt her..too much. She returns the touch by squeezing your hand tightly, you practically melt for this little geek.
You hold a kiss to her lips for a moment and pull away to kiss her jaw, your other hand trailing up and down the outside of her thigh, making goosebumps appear on her porcelain skin, your lips trail to her ear
âi could do anything I want to youâŠand youâd let meâ you laugh
Sheâs nodding as you trail you teeth across the sensitive spot on her neck, she moans as you nip the skin there licking over it messily and pressing a wet kiss onto the purple skin, Ellieâs crying out like sheâs already being fucked senseless.
You kiss the valley of her chest and peck your way to her pink nipple and flick it, she gasps as her hips buck into yours and you shush her âshh, I got you babyâ you trace her waist as you suck on her sensitive nub, your hand catches her by surprise as it reaches up and tweaks the opposite nipple before your mouth laches onto it sucking and flicking, your spit practically coating her little breasts, itâs to much and not enough for her at the same time âp-please, pleaseâ she begs, defeated already, and you know what she wants, your lips barely touch her as you lightly trail them down her chest valley all the way to her auburn happy trail, you kiss the waistband of her boxers and press your lips onto her mound through them âcan I take these off angel?â You whisper against her skin
âPleaseâ she pleads, nodding.
You hook your fingertips into her waistband and pull, relishing in the sound of the fabric separating from her wet, sticky folds and the soft gasp that leaves her lips when your warm breath hits her throbbing clit. you trail both your hands lightly up her inner thighs and push them apart dipping your head and licking her outer lips that were already soaked in her precious slick, âughhâ her hips buck towards your face, one of your hands push onto her belly to shove her deep into the matteress, you experimentally lick across her clit and moan at the taste of her, suddenly becoming insatiable you begin licking and sucking on her precious clit messily, her slick coating your nose down, sheâs squirming as you begin licking up and down her sensitive folds, tasting all her essence, you suck on her labia as you make your way down to her entrance and circle it, shes pulsing, desperately trying to suck you in.
âplea-ahh!â she squeals as you push your tongue into her warmth, your nose brushing her wet clit, she instantly laces her fingers into your scalp and starts to ride your face, her thighs pressing against your jaw and hips bucking up, you pull your pink muscle out and shove it in again, sheâs practically crying out above you as you feel her belly contracting under your palm, you shove your face deeper into her suffocating yourself with her womanhood as you hook your arms around her thighs, her walls are squeezing on you, âd-donât, donât stop, umgonnacum uhhh pleaseeeâ she cries out.
You turn your face to the side cutting off contact with her and she practically starts to cry above you as she desperately humps your cheek trying to seek any friction, you lift your head âyou cum when I tell you to cumâ you instruct.
âPlease please, Iâm sorryâ she sobs out, just desperate to cum.
âoh you will beâ you breathlessly laugh outâŠ
âEleven, fffuck t-twelve-â she sobs out as you push your finger in and out of her leaking entrance, she wants to squeal your name but she knows if you she stops counting youâll also stop, shes already fucked up once making you restart when you where in the thirties.
You ram into her harshly
âahh pleaseâ her thighs are twitching
âNumber?â You ignore her pleads
âTh-thirteen, can I cumâ
âN-â youâre cut off when she interrupts you with her begging
âPleaseeâ as she squeals as she clamps onto your finger
You slap the outside of her thigh harshly and shove a second finger inside her, thrusting to punctuate every word âno.ellie.you.canât.â
You thrust into her a few more times and you feel her walks clamp tightly onto you, her thighs squeeze your forearm and sheâs pleading âsorryâ repeatedly, knowing that she canât stop herself from what sheâs about to do any longer, and you let her, knowing you can use this as a reason to punish her. she squeezes your fingers so tightly you canât even move them anymore and sheâs writhing above you, her hands dug into the sheet beneath her as she screams your name, pearlescent cum leaks from her, all down your fingers and palm, dripping onto your duvet, you kiss her navel as her breathing steadies she holds onto your hair gently, you slowly begin thrusting into her again and she canât take it as she feels you speeding up âsâto muchâ she squeals clamping onto your fingers again, you pull your finger out her and she whines in disappointment, only to scream when you push in a third finger and slam into her repeatedly hitting her sweet spot, her nails are digging into your forearm, light specs of blood treakling down your arm âstop stop pleaseeâ she sobs
You lean down and suck her clit a few times
âdoesnât sound like the safe wordâ
âPleaseâ she sounds so weak
âThought you wanted to cum, fucking slutâ you end the sentence with another hard thrust and flick your tongue across her clit and she canât even speak as she wraps her legs around your head and squirts all across your face, you still inside her and flick her clit a couple more times, feeling her almost crush your fingers, you hear her sob and almost feel a little bad, pulling out of her and crawl up her to kiss her passionately âth-thank youâ she says into the kiss.
You were supposed to be punishing her, but apparently she liked getting treated like a fucking whore.
âI hope you donât think Iâm done with youâ you say.
âI knowâ Ellie confirms..
Youâre thrusting the faux dick softly in and out of her, hand on the base as you roll your tongue across her bud, the taste of her had you literally salivating, you close your eyeâs, listening to her whines and pleads and you fucking canât take it anymore.
âTake it offâ you beg but she canât hear you past herself, moaning loudly. You squeeze her hip to get her attention and her head whips in your direction.
âEllie, take it off, pleaseâ
Her hand reaches up and she shakily pulls the blindfold off, her teary green eyes locking onto yours, you look up at her, taking her whole clit into your mouth sucking and flicking at it, she grabs your hand thatâs pressing on her lower belly, interlacing her fingers with yours and she starts to tremble a little âp-please ahh oh my godâ her hips are twitching âdonât stohpâ she whines as a white ring starts to form at the bottom of your dick as you quickly speed up your pace pushing in and out of her, her orgasm takes over her, legs spasming and belly contracting, you slow down your thrusts and lay your head on her inner thigh admiring as her bud twitches. You pull out hearing her whine at the feeling of being empty, you peck her pink fluttering clit and she hums at the sensation, you kiss her lower belly and look up to her face watching the tears roll down her freckled cheeks as her eyes are close in bliss, you crawl up her body and kiss her on the lips, both hands on her chest. She opens her eyes slowly and stares into yours her arm hooked around your waist, you pause admiring the sight youâve made out of her.
Her hand reaches up cautiously and pulls your bra cup down a little and starts to play with your nipple, you moan at the touch âwha-ughh what are you doing?â
âyou never got offâ she says, concerned about your pleasure
âItâs okay babyâ
âNo, no itâs notâ she huffs and kisses you again
You pull away âyouâre right angel, you got one more in you?â you smile
she closes her eyes preparing herself for whatâs about to come and takes a deep breath âyesââŠ
Your pussy is above hers, your slick landing on her clit, you press your warmth onto hers fully you both are breathing heavily as you drag yourself across her, moving your pelvis forward and backwards, her hips matching your rhythm, your holding each others hands, your face on the side of her neck breathing down her skin as you rut against eachother, tears welling in your eyes and squeezing around nothing, your clit is beating against hers as warm tears roll down your face your voice raising in pitch, the only thing you can think and feel is ellie, her name leaving your mouth like a prayer on loop
âD-donât stopâ she begs as your flesh becomes one, heat burning off each others skin as ellie desperately presses her lips to yours breathing life into you as she cums onto you, her body shakes, her clit banging against yours repeatedly and your head dips agains her chest as you tremble above her and your orgasm crashes over you, you cum, squirting onto her, your limbs growing weak, some of your release dripping into her as you collapse against her, chest to chest, both of you close your eyes and the only sound filling the room is the sound of each others gasps for air
You feel like your heart is swelling out of your chest as tears well in your eyes, you feel genuinely happy for the first time in years, âI love you Ellieâ you speak into the silence.
âI love you tooâ she whispers, you press your lips to hers and she sobs into your mouth, you feel her hot tears against your skin âitâs okay baby, I got youâ and now your the one crying, hands wrapping around eachovers bodies âI love youâ she says again against your lips.
âI love you too Ellieâ you reassure her.
You both lay there limbs and hands intertwined, head in the side of her neck as you fall asleep as one, the warm sunrise shining through your window and landing on your shared fleshâŠ
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