#ok i have pulled intak before

[hypnagogics]

Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

[pholla-jm]

Hiii, I have a request! Ok so hear me out, what if Sukuna finds another woman and replace reader. make it as angsty as possible with a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top🥹

Hey! Sorry for the wait! I tried to make it as angsty as possible. I hope you like it :)

Also, someone else requested for this as well. So whoever did, this includes your request as well!

Another Woman

IMAGINE: ANOTHER WOMAN~ SUKUNA X F!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: heian period. mention of depression. mention of blood/gore. cursing. female reader. happy ending! word count: 2.5k **********************

Sukuna is not known for having any weaknesses. And he wasn’t going to let anything change that. 

He likes the feeling of being in control, nothing that would make him worry in the slightest. 

However, that all changed when you entered his life. At first, he brushed it off.

As time went by, you continued to dote and love on him like it was no one else’s business. He would say he didn’t like it, but there was a warm feeling in his chest that grew and grew whenever you were nearby. 

 But the feeling grew and grew until he started to feel uneasy.

At first, he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Until he realized that he only felt this way around you. He can feel the warmth in his chest spread, his facial features soften, and his eyes always manage to find their way to you. 

He wondered if it was obvious- obvious the way he felt about you. If it was obvious, then other people could see it. 

And it was a weakness. If people saw him being anything less than the King of curses, it could be dangerous. Not just for him, but for you as well. 

So he did the only thing he could think of. Pull away from you. 

****

It didn’t take long for you to notice Sukna’s absence. At first, you didn’t want to question him, fearing that you would offend him. 

So you let him be for a little bit. But as weeks went by, things started to get worse. You found yourself spending a lot of time by yourself lately. Sukuna’s gaze wouldn’t flutter towards you like usual. His hands didn’t find a place on your hips as usual. 

And something that bothered you most was that he never called for you to sleep in his chambers with him. So, you just slept in your own room that you had before dating Sukuna. 

However, you got fed up with this cold attitude towards you. You couldn’t think of anything wrong that you did.

So tonight, you would march into his chambers and ask him what exactly was going on. 

You were walking the hallways in the castle, in the direction of Sukuna’s chambers. However, you stopped short of seeing another woman, knocking at his door. 

You felt your heartbeat raise a little, and not in a good way. What was she doing there? 

The door opens and Sukuna steps out. You let a sharp intake and move to the side so the wall was hiding your presence. 

You couldn’t exactly hear what Sukuna was saying to her, but you could hear her giggles. It was clear that they were flirting. It was quiet for a few seconds and you peer over the corner to see what was going on. 

Your heart sank seeing Sukuna kissing the girl. Your stomach felt sick at the scene and you just wanted to go back to your. So that’s what you did, you turned back around and made a b-line back to your room. 

You could feel the tears start to fall through your eyes, and all you wanted to do was scream. 

You had no idea what you did wrong. Just what exactly did you do to cause Sukuna to sleep with another woman?

Were you not enough anymore? Not pretty enough? 

You racked your brain for a possible answer, but there wasn’t none. This had to be your fault somehow. And you hated yourself for it. 

Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto the bed. Not caring that you were still wearing your day clothes. You let the tears fall free, sobs ripping from your throat. 

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Hoping that was just a terrible nightmare. 

***** 

Your body was sore, your throat feeling raw. You stretch your limbs, hoping to get rid of any soreness. 

“You know,” You hear a familiar voice causing you to freeze mid stretch. Suddenly, all the memories came rushing back from last night and your heart sunk once again. 

Your eyes peel open and you can see Sukuna standing right next to your bed, looking down at you with a frown.

Sukuna had to push the feelings away as he stared at your sunken eyes. He could tell that you were previously crying. There was a slight red tint to your eyes due to it. But he had to show that he didn’t care. 

“It’s not nice spying on people.” 

You suddenly sat up, eyes narrowing at Sukuna. You didn’t know what came over you. But you were suddenly feeling angry. 

“And it’s not nice to cheat on your partner.” 

His frown deepens and he’s glaring at you. Like you were in the wrong. Which made you even more angrier at him.

“Now, don’t go thinking you’re all special now. You’re replaceable.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be out of your way from now on.” You say getting out of your bed and walking towards your dresser. 

His words hit you a lot harder than you expected. Replaceable. That’s right. You were only human. Someone small and insignificant compared to him. 

Sukuna raises his eyebrow at your actions, wondering what exactly you were doing. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demands, seeing that you were pulling some of your clothes out. “None of your business.” “It is my business.” “It actually isn’t. It stopped being your business when you cheated on me.” 

“You’re not leaving.” You turn around, wondering where he got the audacity of speaking to you like this. 

Oh, yeah. That’s right. He is the King of Curses. He feels the right to anything. So entitled. 

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” You say through gritted teeth. 

You wondered how long he was going to make you stay here. You really didn’t want to see him parading around with different women. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” 

“Oh my god…” You mutter as you start to feel overwhelmed by him just standing in front of you. You really didn’t want to see him anymore. You wanted to get as far from him as possible. But he was keeping you locked up, like a bird in a cage. 

“Why?” You ask, feeling your voice crack from all of the stress from holding back everything you wanted to throw at him. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to deserve this?” 

Sukuna purses his lips as he racks his brain for an answer. He knew the real answer though. You didn’t deserve it. You had been nothing but good and faithful towards him and this is how he repays you. 

The silence was more than enough for you. You finally had enough and you didn’t care what consequences would follow for your next actions. 

Without grabbing anything else, you walked past him, going back to your original plan. 

You could start over if you wanted to. Start over from scratch. It would be hard, but it beats staying at the castle with Sukuna in it. 

Everything in Sukuna’s brain was screaming at him to go after you. But that would only prove his earlier thoughts. That he was weak for you. 

So it took everything in his power to stay in his spot and not go after you. To hold you in his arms and hold you tight so you wouldn’t leave him. 

He holds his breath, gripping his own forearms tight to the point where his nails pierce his skin and draw blood. Once he’s sure that you’re out of the castle he lets himself breathe normally. 

“Fuck.” He spat before storming out of the room to release some of the anger that built up. 

*************

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months since you’ve last seen Sukuna. 

During those first few weeks, Sukuna went on a carnage in his own castle. It first started with the mistress. He didn’t want her in his sights or even in the castle anymore. If a servant looked at him wrong, then that servant would be dead in the next second. 

It was rough at first for you. Being a woman during this time period wasn’t the easiest. So starting anew wasn’t the easiest either. The crushing weight of reality bore down on you, causing you to go into a fit of depression. However, you pulled yourself together for a little bit of time. You were able to settle down by yourself. Living a small but purposeful life. 

Sukuna thought that you would return by now, and he would be able to keep you by his side. However, as time went by he realized that he would have to go out and get you himself. Something that he wasn’t happy about. 

The first little village he went to, there was no luck. You weren’t there which caused him to get even angrier, burning down the village. The second village, the same result. Word began to get around that the King of Curses was on a rampage and the people in your village began to worry if they were next. 

They started to come up with ideas and solutions to please the King of Curses. Gold? Pastries and goods? Sacrifices? 

Probably sacrifice, you thought to yourself. 

“Maybe he’ll like a whore for a sacrifice.” One of the elders said and everyone agreed. It got quiet, causing you to look up. Everyone was staring at you and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you held back your urges. 

“You have no evidence that I am a whore. “You calmly spoke. An old lady scoffs, “please. You’re new and alone. No husband or children. You were shamed from your last village of being a whore. So now you’re here. Do us a favor and just be the sacrifice.” 

You stood up, hands slamming down on the table. “You don’t know a single thing about me. And If I were you, I would shut up.” 

Next thing you knew, you felt a stinging slap to your face. The burning of your right cheek causes you to bite your tongue to hold back the pain. 

Your eyes move over to see one of the men, his hand still in the air as he had smacked you. 

“You watch how you talk to your elders, whore.” 

Your nostrils flare as you take a deep inhale, ready to yell at the man. However, someone interrupts. 

“He’s here!” 

You didn’t need to hear anything else to know that it was the King of Curses. Without saying another word, you start to walk off. 

However, you are stopped when someone grabs you by your wrist. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

You turn to see the same man who slapped you. He was yanking you towards the direction of the commotion and you started to thrash harder against his grip. 

“Stop struggling. You’re only going to make it worse.” 

“No! Let go of me!” You shout, using your other hand to try to pry his fingers off of your own wrist. 

“Let her go.” 

The both of you freeze at the new voice. You clearly recognized the voice and you just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

The man’s grip tightens on you as he yanks you forward so that you are now standing in front of the King of Curses. You faced the ground, some of it being grass, but most of it dirt. 

“H-here. My Lord. A sacrifice for you.” The man speaks up. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you were not to leave?” Sukuna states and you finally look up at him, mustering the strongest glare you could. 

Sukuna smirks as he looks into your eyes. You still had that fire in your eyes that he enjoyed. It was stronger right now. However, his eyes fixated on the blooming bruise on your right cheek. You clearly just got hurt and he had a gut feeling of what happened. 

His eyes glance over to the man gripping onto your wrist. So tight that it was starting to cut off the blood circulation to your hand, causing it to lose color. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sukuna’s question was aimed at the man. You could feel him tremble, just slightly. But he composed himself quickly, as if he knew what he was about to offer was going to make all the troubles go away. 

“Lord Sukuna. As an offering, we offer up this whore.” 

There was that word again. That word you hated. 

A word that Sukuna hated for you. You weren’t just some common whore. If you were going to be a whore, then you would only be his whore. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow at him, a look that could only mean death after. The man understood that too. He started to tremble again, wondering why this was happening. 

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” Sukuna says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. 

The man felt fear rumble through his body and his hand let go of your wrist. 

As soon as his hand left yours, you stumble a little. Sukuna takes this opportunity to grab ahold of your waist, pulling him right to his side. A small gasp leaves your lips as you collide into his side, the smell of smoke and blood flood your senses. 

You were so in shock of what was happening that you didn’t feel the slight movement of Sukuna or the strangled gasp of the man that had struck you. A thud followed suit causing you to look over. His head on the ground, blood pooling around the body. 

Satisfaction filled your body, happy that he was finally dead. 

“Now,” Sukuna says, turning to you, one of his hands cupping the side of your face. Warmth immediately envelops you, and you knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. In fact, you welcomed it a little. 

“Sukuna…” 

“Ah,” Sukuna tuts at you, successfully quieting you. You were expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. His lips were pressed together firmly. Like he was trying to think of the right words to say. 

You look around the carnage around you, blood, smoke and fire was what you could mostly see. Everyone was dead.

“I promise to make it up to you.” Sukuna suddenly says and you look back at him. He was looking at you, not saying anything else. But his eyes said everything. Everything that you already needed to know. 

He had done all this for you. Took out villages and murdered people just for you. Something about that made everything that more sentimental. 

You gave him a smile before wrapping your arms around him the best you could. He had done this all for you... just for you.

Sukuna started to feel more at peace with himself. Realizing that you weren't’ the reason for him feeling weaker.

In fact, he needed you in his life to feel stronger.

[leepace]

Good Boy ☆ Hwang Intak

18+ MDNI

☆ intak x a!fab reader

☆ wc: 2k

☆ warnings: pet play, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

“It’s just really embarrassing sometimes,” Intak had stormed through the front door, still rambling on about the conversation he was having mostly to himself the entire way home.

There had been one too many jokes at the expense of Intak’s feelings, which was usually only a few. Trying to coax him into taking his mind off something it was set on was always impossible, which is why you let him blabber the entire time from Jiung's to your apartment.

“And really, I don't see it. I don't think I act like a dog at all. It’s like they think I should be drinking out of a bowl,” he continued.

Taking off your shoes, you moved closer towards Intak so that you could wrap your arms around his torso, snaking your hands beneath his leather jacket. It allowed you to smell the earthiness of his cologne.

“You don't think you're a good boy?”

It was mostly a joke, but when you felt Intak gently pull away from your touch, you realized now was not the time to hint at anything funny. His demeanor stiffened as he turned to face away from you.

“This isn't funny, ok? I’m serious,” Intak said, crossing his arms across his chest.

You couldn't see it, but you knew his lips had formed into a pout, his round eyes becoming susceptible to any pleas he may need to let out. Rolling your own eyes, you raised your hand to place it on top of his shoulder, pulling at him to look back in your direction.

His strong upper body practically melting into your palm, Intak barely giving any resistance when you tugged at him. He stepped back, arms still crossed, the suspected pout displaying proudly across his face. You could also see how his pants had slightly tightened, Intak’s stance only shifting so that he could grab at the fabric, trying to hide the fact that your words had awakened something in him.

“I can see why they compare you so much,” you started, Intak staring at the floor. “You’ve got those big puppy dog eyes, and I don't think your current attitude is helping your case. You look like you've got your tail in between your legs.”

Your hand left his shoulder as you turned to walk further into the apartment. Making your way towards your shared bedroom, you felt a tug at your hand, pulling you back into close proximity to Intak. You should have known better, Intak not being able to let this go, similarly to how a dog refuses to drop a toy.

He pouted, looking as though he was ready to stomp his feet down like a stubborn child. “If I’m a dog, then I’m the ones that bite and bark,” it was like he had grown in size as he straightened his back.

Not letting go of you, Intak tugged you by your hand to lead where you were originally heading. His grip was strong, like he was desperate to get you into the bedroom. And he was; the moment he stopped, Intak got to work by tearing off your clothes, turning around again for you to see his tented pants.

“I think it’s cuter than that,” you confessed after lifting your arms for him to remove your shirt, the fabric going over your head. “Unless you wanted to prove me wrong?”

Intak’s mouth connected to your neck, his tongue lapping at the skin before using his teeth to bite down. Leaving kisses behind, he trailed upward before latching his lips onto yours, hungry and wet. Reaching for your hips, he pressed himself against you, making you feel the growing hardness that was trapped in his jeans.

It made you disconnect your lips, a short string of spit forming between the two of you as you broke away. “You’re one sick puppy.”

A sigh came out of Intak, his grip around your hips tightening enough for him to lift your feet off the floor, throwing you onto the bed. The billowing comforter broke your fall, but his sudden dominance still took away all of the air in your lungs. He was quick to get on top of you, his large stature overtaking your vision. He kissed you once more on the lips before trailing back your neck.

His movements were painstakingly slow, licking and nipping at the thin skin. Making his way down, he got to your collarbone only to begin to suction his lips around it, creating a large hickey. Lifting his head, Intak admired his work before returning to his current task. Using one hand to grope at your breast, his mouth went to the other, flicking over your nipple with his tongue. With goosebumps rising across your arms, you shivered under his touch.

He detached his mouth from your chest to go lower, carelessly sprinkling kisses down your stomach, stopping at your navel. The only thing keeping Intak away from your bare skin was your underwear, which he swiftly tore down your legs so that you were on full display for him. His eyes were transfixed on your pussy, taking in the fat lips and pink folds that encompassed your clit. You caught him rutting down against the bed, his hips moving to relieve the growing ache in his groin.

Intak had gotten low enough so that he was at eye level with your cunt, placing the pad of his thumb without any warning. Soft moans came from above, escaping your lips as he started to play around with your clit, rubbing counter clockwise circles and using his pointer to squeeze it between his fingers. Your moans became a desperate whimper the more he toyed with you, creating a half smile forming on Intak’s face.

“I’m not sick,” Intak started, the pressure on your clit becoming heavier. “I’m loyal, to this, to you,” he was still on the trajectory of being man’s best friend.

Sinking his head down with your legs hiked up against his shoulders, he licked a strip from bottom to top, immediately covering you with his saliva. Opening your tightly shut eyes, you looked down to find him already staring back at you, his pupils blown as he suctioned his plump lips around your clit.

The connection was overwhelming as you met Intak by rolling your hips, burying his face, soaking it with the slick between your legs. He grunted in response, clear in his enjoyment of eating you out and the way you tasted. He made you yelp out when he grazed his teeth, taunting the inflamed skin. Instead of biting down though, he flattened his tongue to lap against your swollen clit, once, twice, with an eagerness that sent a message to the growing heat inside your gut.

Intak’s lips parted, lifting his head only so that his mouth was free to move, his hot breath still blowing against your cunt. He placed a hand just below your navel. “I’m going to fuck you so deep I reach your stomach.”

Thrown into a tailspin, you responded by whining out, the lack of touch being completely torturous with his sentencing given to you. You didn't have to say anything for him to lower his head again, his wet chin disappearing. This time his grip around your stomach tightening and his other hand reached for your thigh, his fingertips indenting the fatty flesh. Ignoring your clit, he skipped it to lick his way inside of your hole.

Your hands went to his hair, his moppy bangs being the perfect reigns for you to grab onto. He groaned against your leaking cunt again, creating a vibration that rippled through your body. His velvety tongue swirled, fucking you open to take his cock.

Drawing back, Intak rested his weight against his heels so that he could lift his shirt about his head, hastily continuing to undress by fumbling with the button of his jeans. Roughly shaking them off his legs along with his underwear, he revealed the precum that had poured out of his dick, and how it was smeared across the head. He hissed out when he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping his fist a few times before lining himself up.

Before nudging his cock inside, Intak rutted it against your pink needy lips, rocking back and forth between the shiny folds of your pussy. It was warm and obscene, the sound of him rubbing against you ringing in your ears. The contact made you shake, the anticipation making you grab at his hips, your fingernails digging at his sides. He got the message that way, slipping his cock further down so that it was pressing against your pillowy hole.

“Am I a good boy?” He asked, resisting from moving further until you answered.

You squirmed under him, rocking your hips, doing anything to try and get him inside of you. When you didn't answer, he asked again.

“Am I a good boy? Tell me,” He whined, his voice innocent in comparison to his actions.

“You’re a good boy! You’re a good boy,” you practically shouted, dripping with desperation.

“I’m you’re good boy. Only yours,” his words were met with him thrusting forward, the tip of his cock stretching out your hole to take the rest that followed, sinking down until he bottomed out. His hanging jaw let out a string of curse words and groans as he felt you convulse around him, hooking your legs to wrap them around his waist, pushing him irresistibly deeper.

Intak’s hips jerked back, only to come crashing down onto yours. His pace was unforgiving from the start, the heavy scent of sweat and sex filling the air. The inside of your brain had turned into mush the longer he fucked into you, the length of his cock filling every inch of your clenched cunt. He barely had room to breath, swearing you could feel him reach your cervix whenever he got especially needy with his harsh strokes.

The crook of your neck was overtaken by Intak, his hair in the perfect position for you to latch onto, hearing breathy moans coming from where he had hidden his fucked out features. A hand went to your breast, kneading, before taking your nipple into his fingers, giving it a twist.

You pulled the hair at his neck. “Intak–, fuck, please,” you begged for nothing in particular.

Intak raised his head, his hands going to either side of you so that he could raise his body above you. “Please what? Do you want to cum?”

His steady pace slowed, dragging his cock against your walls as he restrained. Shaking your head yes, you dropped your legs to begin to meet his thrusts shamelessly. In response, Intak grabbed at your waist to stop you from moving, quickly reaching down to then grab at your thigh to hitch it above his shoulder, his arms now wrapped around your leg.

Rolling his hips, his cock was flushed against you, throbbing, until he reeled back to continue the pace he started with. He dragged you towards him, working his hips hard. “You’re going to cum around my cock,” his hips buckled with his demands “And I’m going to fill you up until you're leaking.”

It was like Intak had pushed you off the side of a cliff, making you fall into your orgasm with no way out. It rippled through you, causing you to tighten your grip around his cock. His strokes became short, barely managing to move in the tightness. You could feel how it pulsed, begging to coat your insides. He thrusted once, twice, and then he was coming, his short nails digging into your thigh, allowing him to fuck himself through his orgasm.

Letting go of your leg so that it dropped back onto the bed, he snaked his way back up to kiss you, the lingering taste of you still on his lips. Intak kissed as if he was never going to kiss you ever again, licking into your mouth with a desperation. He stayed there inside of you until he was soft, breaking away from the kiss to take the spot on the bed next to you with a huff.

You looked over to him in a daze. “How about a leash and collar next time?”

Intak didn't have to answer to let you know how he felt about that idea, a blush spreading from his ears to his chest, and the lame twitch of his softened dick.

[wosoragebaiter69]

a bit hot

barça fem x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: yesterday i was in shambles trying to write this.. i keep getting sickness i write about 💀food poisoning next 😃

TW: Vomit, passing out, illness

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It all started with a small headache, it was one you could tolerate, probably just a bit of exhaustion and would go away once drinking water. The thing was though, it didn’t go away.

It was hot in Barcelona, 37° C hot. Water intake for everyone was high, and you were being made to drink extra water by not only the physios, but also your Captains.

Honestly, you thought everyone was feeling like this if you’d been drinking the most and still feeling headachy. You persevere though determined to not let a bit of pain decide how the training goes.

But when ignored, problems only get worse.

It only takes half an hour for your overall health to decline, and obviously people notice. How couldn’t they when it looked like you couldn’t even think straight.

Which is true. You don’t recognise what’s happening until Alexia is pulling you away and inside the air-conditioned room.

“Dios Mío. What are we going to do with you.” Is the first thing she says, putting you in the direct line of 18° coolness blasting. It isn’t enough though.

You feel yourself growing tired, your head dropping every few seconds.

“Hey, hey. Stay awake for me yeah?” Your captain asks you. The only thing you are capable of doing is groaning before ultimately passing out, falling into her chest.

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When you wake up again, you’re in a different room. A fan blowing on you and a UV line dripping into your skin. Alexia is also there, who has been joined by Marta and Mapi.

You feel sick to your stomach, shutting your eyes in hopes of holding anything inside back. Conceal don’t feel right? That’s what Elsa says.

You hear footsteps cautiously approach, you don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s Alexia.

“Nena?” She whispers quietly, placing her hand on your still slightly warm skin. You shake your head, trying to suppress any indicators that you were about to throw up. She knows better, Mapi knows better, Marta knows better.

The other captain throws Alexia a puke bag who holds it in front of your mouth.

“Come on, I know you don’t want to but please. You’ll feel better.” You give into her and into yourself. Retching into the bag, making all the girls in the room cringe at the sound.

Once you’ve pulled yourself together, Alexia closes the bag and disposes it in a bin in the corner.

“Are you going to throw up again soon or no?” She asks, sparing a glance at the other two.

“I should be fine, thanks Ale.” Your voice is hoarse and slightly cracks.

“Ok, good.” She leans against the table you’re on thinking about what to say next. Marta beats her to it.

“Why didn’t you speak up about how ill you were? We would’ve brought you in sooner.” You sigh.

“Well I thought we were all going through that! I had been drinking more water than you guys yet I’m still the one who is plugged into a machine?”

“You have to promise to tell us next time ok?” Alexia asks, you nod.

“Bebita, I have Ingrid ready in the car when you feel well enough. The doctor said you could take the UV out when you wake up” You smile at the thought of getting into your bed at home.

“Ok, thanks Mapi.” She pats your leg smiling.

“We’ll talk about this another day ok? Go home, get rest. You are not going to be training in conditions like these over the next few days. Some investigators are looking into why this has happened so they might want to talk to you at some point.” She finishes curiously.

“Well, sounds fun. I wanna go home now.” Mapi nods, helping you stay up and walking toward the car where Ingrid is already situated.

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When you get home you’re exhausted, hungry and sweaty.

“Come on elskling, I’ll run you a bath while Mapi gets you some light food. Then you can sleep for however long you need. Is that ok?” Ingrid says, pushing you inside.

“Mkay, thanks Ingrid.” She kisses your temple placing the training bags she was holding in her room before going to the bathroom to start a cool bath.

“I won’t make you anything warm, do you want a salad?” A salad does sound good, and refreshing.

“Sounds good.” She leads you to the bench, the cool countertop doing wonders against your warm skin.

She gets the salad ready rather fast, it’s not that big, but definitely enough that you won’t go to sleep uncomfortable.

Soon after eating your food, Ingrid comes back.

“Bath is ready when you are.”

You nod, legs still shaky so the couple helps you to the bathroom sitting you down.

“You’ll be ok?” Ingrid asks feeling your forehead, still cringing slightly.

“Yeah, I will. Thank you both… this means so much to me.”

“Don’t worry bebita, it’s the least we can do.” Mapi says smiling.

They both take your silence as a que to leave the room so they do. The bath relaxes you, and takes away most of the uncomfortable feelings inside.

When you’re done, you change into shorts and an old shirt, walking out slowly to the living room where Ingrid is reading a book and Mapi is playing with Bagheera.

Ingrid notices you first.

“Do you want medicine? Then you can sleep.”

“Yes please.” She gets up, going to medical cabinet pulling two paracetamol out and handing them to you with a glass of water.

“Drink.” You do as told and you finally let the exhaustion of the day come up to you. Before you realise what’s happening, Mapi has lifted you up and is taking you to your room.

“If you need anything, we’ll be here. Promise.” She whispers, putting you to bed. You smile up at her before falling into a peaceful slumber.

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thanks for all the love and support guys, i hope that i can post the other fic tonight so you get 2 in one day 😘

[nieceeee]

“GOOD MORNING BEST FRIEND”

W/C: 1.9k

A/N: Yes I’ve been gone. Can I explain why? Life been lifeing fr but aye what can you do but make some shhhhh shake. So we byke! I have so much to write ngl but here is the FU from this fic. It’s not much that goes on in here, some things are suggested but nothing too explicit

Pairing: bestfriend!ony x black fem reader.

That night Ony tossed and turned, his mind playing tricks on him, still reeling from the whirlwind of events that had occurred. The consistent cycle of forcing himself awake each time he felt his dreams shift to you made him physically and mentally exhausted. After several jolts from jumping up in cold sweats he gave in, knowing that it was wrong and hoping for forgiveness when he woke up. Unfortunately the only thing he woke up with was a wet stain in the crotch of his sweat pants and a horrible case of blue balls. Ony groaned to himself, dropping his head back into the pillow. I havent had a wet dream since I was fucking 13 he thought, dragging his heavy hands down his face.

He forced himself from the bed, stripping down and making his way to the bathroom to clean up the embarrassing mess. “Okay Ony, think.” He says to himself, washing away the evidence of his filthy thoughts from his body. He took a little bit more time than usual running through his morning routine, or better yet taking time to try and build up the courage to face you. Your morning routines always blended into each others but this time was so different for him. I mean it wasn't like he could tell you what happened. What the fuck would that look like? “Oh hey bestfriend, how’d you sleep? Just to let you know I heard you moan my name last night and I nutted over and over again to the sound of it. Have a great day” Ony groans again as he steps out of the shower and dries off. Ony just hoped he wouldn't make it so obvious.

“Good morning Onybunny.” You say hearing him walk into the kitchen like normal. “Hey.” He croaks, clearing his throat slightly. Your brows furrow slightly in confusion as you let out a little giggle. “You ok?” You ask him, opening the fridge to reach in for a quick breakfast. Ony averts his eyes from your bent frame, shifting his gaze down to his hands. So much for not making it awkward he thought to himself. He rolled his shoulders back to ease some of the tension. You grab a carton of vanilla Greek yogurt and some fruit out of the fridge, settling on a parfait and toast for your morning meal.

Ony took a moment to look you over as you worked your way around the room. It was like something inside of him has been awaken. A new sense of being, everything around him was like staring through a different lens. His eyes roam your body and he notices things that he never appreciated before. His brown irises took in the rise and fall of your breasts, the curve of your hips. The way your body was perfectly mapped out and he wanted to explore it all. Lost in his own thoughts, he missed your look at him. “Ony?” You call again. He shook his head slightly, pulling himself from the trance you unknowingly put him in. “Huh?” He asks. “Are you okay?” You ask him, walking up and pressing a hand to the side of his face and running it gently against his jaw. He knew this was one of your tactics for him when he would space out and his heart tugged at that thought. Ony melted into your touch, his bigger hand coming up to hold the back of your hand. He felt energy swim through his body.

“Ony, talk to me. Are you okay?” You look at him, concern morphed into your features. “Y-yeah. I’m good.” He says softly, his fingers gently caressing the back of your hand. You felt a bundle of nerves ignite in your belly as the memories from last night flood your mind, recalling those very hands doing something else in your dreams. You intake a sharp breath of air before slowly pulling your hand from his grasp. “You talking about me, look at yourself.” he teases, giving you a small smirk. You playfully roll your eyes at him, pulling your hand away. “Boy bye. I’m not checking on you no more. You play too much.” You go back to the other side of the counter and finish up your breakfast. Ony watches you carefully this time, his eyes raking over your body. He takes note of the way your jeans hug you at the waist and wrapped firmly around your hips. Your cropped tank showing a sliver of your belly.

Ony really loved your body shape. He would always say that. He loves the smoothness of your skin. Whenever you would lay up under him, he always found his fingers grazing against whatever skin was showing, whether that was your arm or the sides of your thighs as you lay together watching movies. No matter the occasion, Only always has his hands on you but it was nothing sexual. He simply loves his best friend. He never fails to compliment you and shower you with affection. You were his best friend after all. But now, thinking about last night he was imagining your body in a totally different way. And those thoughts caused him to shake his head quickly, trying to get back to reality. You quickly finished up your meal, completely oblivious to the turmoil that your bestie was going through behind you.

“So what do you think?” your voice perks up as you turn to face him. “Uh yeah.” he said, trying to scrape together the bits and pieces of what you had said. You tilt your head at him, a blank stare on your face as you watch him try to put an answer together like he always did when he zoned out on you. “Okay it's settled then. I'm shaving my head and joining the cult.” you say shrugging and sliding him his plate. Only���s head snapped back to you, “What the fuck? Wait, I didn't agree to that-” he starts but your laugh interrupts him. You doubled over, gripping your side, amused by the utter shock and confusion on his face. “That's what the fuck you get for not listening to me.” you tease. His eyes roll as he grabs the plate that you made for him and sits at the island. You enjoy your breakfast and casual conversation, continuing your morning with each other as usual.

“Okay so we are still meeting E and them for lunch later right?” you say walking towards the door, phone in hand as you close out your messages. “Yeah, they’ll send the reservation later.” Ony says meeting you at the front door. You both stood at the front door, your eyes watching him with expectancy. His brows pull together slightly. “What?” he asks. You hitch a brow at him, “You bump your head or something?” His confused expression scrunches his features more. “Since when have you ever let me walk out the door without my hug and kiss? What's up with you?” you try not to sound hurt by it but the emotion still coats your words. You and Ony have a system when you leave the house. It's been like that from day one. Fuck. he thinks. “Sorry, I’m just not in it today.” he admits to you softly. You give him a forced smile as the breath leaves you body. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all good. See you later.” you whisper before turning towards the door and gripping the nob. “Shit…wait.” Ony says before you have a chance to open the door. His heavy hands grip your wrist and turn you back to face him. You look at him, doe eyes glistening. “I’m sorry prettygirl. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.” he says stepping close to you, his hands sliding from your wrist, up your arms and to your shoulder blade then gliding down to your lower back. Why didn't you come to me you want to ask but then your cheeks heat as you realize what he would've walked into if he did. Instead you swallow heavily, lips slightly parting as you take in how close he was to you.

Ony’s face flashes with emotion but he masks it quickly. Because he knows that you would’ve wanted him to come to you, which he did, but he couldn’t tell you. Not after the things he heard. Honestly he doesn't know if he will ever be able to sleep next to you again with everything he heard and how his body reacted to you last night. You’ve slept in the same bed on multiple occasions but there would be no explaining him waking you up with a wet stain in his bed and him standing at full attention pressed against you. Even thinking about you in his bed in one of his big t-shirts, brown legs bare against his sheets was not helping his current situation.

Pushing arousal aside, he takes a deep breath and pulls you into his arms. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tighten around your waist. He breathes in your familiar scent and it heats his body to the core. Ony buries his face into your neck, the bridge rubbing gently against your skin. Fuck she smells good. Has she always smelled this good? The way he held you close to him made you feel every sculpted muscle in his body through the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. Your breath quickens as your head gets lighter. The air in the room seemed to shift, thick with an intensity that wasn't present before. Ony, pull back his head was screaming at him. That familiar heat surging through his body. He reluctantly loosens his grip, lifting his head from your shoulders. His eyes find yours as you glance up at his face. “Ony,” you whisper, his name coasting from your lips. “Yeah, prettygirl.” he lets out. Your chests are touching and his arms still wrap around your waist. “W-we gotta go.” you explain. “Right.” he starts, letting his hands slip down your waist and off your sides. “Sorry.” he says, eyes still fixed on yours. You take a step back to offer yourself room to breathe. The air was heavy with anxiousness, neither of you sure of what to do next and unsure as to why the other was uncertain. Thoughts plaguing your mind if he actually heard you last night calling out to him makes your cheeks heat. Ony being tormented by the sound of you calling out to him over and over as you pleasured yourself and wondering why he didn't walk in and coax more sounds out of you.

After another deep breath to calm your senses, you finally manage to break the staring contest. You take a small step back releasing your breath as you do so. “Well…” you start. “I’ll see you there?” He stared down at you as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The action sent a tingle running through your spine. “Yeah, I got to grab something so I’ll be there in a little bit.” You give him a small nod and walk out the door. Ony’s eyes trail after you as he follows the movements of your hips. He waits until you’re in the car and pulled out forces driveway before he walks back towards his room, dropping his bag and keys by the door. He locks his room door before heading back towards his shower to get another release.

Don’t ask me how I feel I swear I don’t know. I feel like I lost my mojo but I’m getting it back. Anyway hope yall like this one.

[cliophilyra]

Fuck It Friday

A not-entirely-brief snippet of Bucktommy post-break-up daddy kink smut (smut not appearing in this clip) inspired by this post by @ohithankyou - thank you so much for the inspiration! 🩷This is very much a WIP so how much of it makes to the final version we shall see...

It's not the first time of course, at this point in his career he has lost his fair share of victims. But it's the first one since. The first one since he'd started thinking that maybe he wouldn't have to face it alone anymore. That next time it happened there would be someone to come home to who understood rather than just sympathised. Someone who would always be there to look after him, care for him, take him out of his own head when he needed it. Someone he could do that for as well. He feels like every atom of his body is crying out for him. He can't stop fucking crying. His throat hurts, he's dragging in lungfuls of air like he's drowning. He feels like he is. He pushes the call button before he can convince himself not too. The phone rings, he stops breathing, finger hovering. He's just about to end the call, telling himself he's a mess, a basket case, pathetic, when a voice says, "hello?" and Buck feels like his whole chest has been ripped open, the air is gone from his lungs and someone is squeezing his throat in a fist. He tries to speak but he chokes, tears brimming over. The only word he can get out is, "Daddy…" before the sobs come again. He hears a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line but Tommy's voice is soft. "I'll be right there," he says before he hangs up. Buck chokes again and a sound somewhere between a cry and a laugh of relief bubbles out of his throat. ______

It seems like only moments before there's a knock at the door. Buck gets up on shaky legs and navigates the stairs as carefully as he can while wanting to take them three at a time and also to stay at the top forever. He pauses with his hand on the door handle. Is this a terrible idea? It's a terrible idea. He is pathetic. This is not Tommy's problem anymore. He shouldn't have to put up with this. A smaller voice in the back of his head says, he doesn't have to put up with this anymore. But he's here anyway. He reaches out and opens the door. Tommy looks the way Buck looks when he sees himself in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes. His cheekbones are a little more prominent than when he last saw him. Buck has a million things he wants to say. He opens his mouth and instead of any of the words in his head all that comes out is a wracking sob. Tommy steps forward immediately and pulls him into his arms. "Oh my sweet boy, it's ok, daddy's got you. Daddy's got you sweetheart."

Tagging the usual suspects :) @rdng1230 @bucksbignaturals @nine-one-wanton @thecarrott @louisferrignojr

@leandra-kinard @bangpop91 @wikiangela @peppermintquartz @epiphainie

@judymarch15 @thatmexisaurusrex @marvelousbuckley @desert--moonchild @rubydaiquiri

@theotherbuckley @hardly-an-escape @daddy-kinard @aplaceinme @racerchix21

(Apologies to anyone I've missed - a lot of names have changed recently and I am too old to remember who's who now)

[moltengoldveins]

honestly I’d like to see more weird interesting interpretations of the effects a magical or ‘humans are space orcs’ environment could have on a chronically ill character. Like, I have a Ton of random sensitivities that could absolutely screw me over should I end up in Fantasy/Space/Pandora Land, such as:

Mold sensitivity absolutely SCREWING with someone in Bioluminescent Magical Mushroom Land. They walk through the archway or up the path or whatever into the magical tree place and just Immediately pass out. If they’re brought there unconscious, they simply don’t wake up, and eventually when their friends wake up they puzzle together that the illumination for the whole building is just Mushrooms in the Walls.

Someone dealing with a detox issue who currently has a ton of heavy metals in their system walking underneath a floating island being held aloft by magnetism and just bowling over in agony as the current pulls the metals from where their body stowed them into their bloodstream. I’ve sorta had this happen to me, I tried one of those “run a magnetic current thru your body so the metals are dislodged and your body can flush them out” things, but I didn’t know I was dealing with a complete shutdown of the systems that remove toxins from your body (kidney and liver and sweat and more all of it was in complete shutdown I was actively dying dw about it-) so all it did was shoot a bajillion little capsules of poison into my blood with nowhere for them to go and I almost passed out and felt like crud for the next week.

Moon sensitivity being So Much Worse on a planet with multiple moons. People’s hormones and periods and chronic pain spiking randomly with basically no warning or schedule it would SUCK. A character with bipolar is So Much Worse on that planet and none of her alien friends know what’s happening.

Spikes and drops in barometric pressure due to magically summoned storms causing severe chronic pain flare-ups in either the mage summoning the storm or one of their allies whom they didn’t know had joint problems. Same with a planet with a very unstable atmosphere.

Vitamin or nutrient deficiency, or genetic conditions that prevent someone from metabolizing the nutrients in their food and necessitate supplements. This would be HUGE. Can you imagine a human character with anemia, or low vitamin D, or an issue metabolizing folic acid in space? Or in a medieval world that can’t accommodate their needs? Just an alien crew watching in worried confusion as their human slowly grows sluggish, twitchy, forgetful and snappish during an unexpected long haul to a distant outpost. When asked what’s wrong, they say they’re fine, or that their nutrient intake has just been low recently, but they’ve been eating the same things they always have. The ship medic does a brain scan and realizes their grey matter is cannibalizing itself, and he can’t figure out why. The human stops exercising, and when they do, one of their crew mates notices they aren’t sweating anymore. One day they run into the room of another crewmate with a padded floor nest, curl themselves into it, manage to stammer out a “don’t worry, don’t tell others. I’m ok” before they start thrashing. Finally they arrive on base and the human medic is like “Oh dang. You didn’t refill your folinic supplements before you came here did you? Dang. we’re gonna need to keep you on a higher dose for a bit to try to make sure your immune and detox systems don’t crash. How bad were the seizures?” and every alien in the crew is Horrified.

Someone who needs assistive devices but only occasionally has a bad day halfway through the Magic Quest and realizes in horror that they forgot their cane/ can’t currently access their chair. Someone who takes muscle relaxers or painkillers thrice or so a month having a huge flare-up and being immobile for an entire day while rushing to Stop The Evil Lord.

Someone who needs excess oxygen always walking around in an atmospheric suit, even in human-friendly atmospheres, because they’re self-conscious about the breathing tube.

Someone with POTS trying to keep their salt intake up in fantasy medieval Europe where salt is tricky to get, or a space setting where salt is a minor poison to most species.

[finniestoncrane]

General!Scarecrow x Villain!Fem!Reader, word count: 2k commission: jonathan and his assistant have their first dangerous encounter with batman, and the adrenaline inspires him to set aside his need to protect her with his other desires...🎃🧡 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: public sex, exhibitionism

The chase was intense. The work even more so. In a strange and unusually lenient move, Jonathan had decided that your first outing as his assistant, his partner in crime, would be one of the more dangerous ones. You had long since realised that his feelings towards you extended far beyond passive interest, and thinly veiled sexual attraction. He cared about you, and would go to great lengths to ensure your safety. But, in a twist you hadn’t seen coming, he was willing to let you stand beside him, testing his newest batch of toxin. Quicker to take it’s hold over the potential victims, deeper fears exposed and utilised to bring Gotham to its knees.

He was impressed by you, you could tell as much. He’d called your method of spreading the toxin, through the air, swooping over the already terrified crowds, admirable and genius. Always quick with a compliment. But as beautiful as you looked, as majestic and ethereal, somehow not quite possible even, you were as you flew over the city, it was a far more obvious affair than they had planned. And before they knew it, the Bat was on their heels.

Luckily, escape was Jonathan’s forte. Either in mind, from emotions and painful memories, or in life, from Arkham, from imprisonment, and from the determined clutches of the Batman. He had no intentions of being caught this time, not when his work was becoming so interesting. And not when he had found someone worth staying free for. You were everything to him, and, somehow too late now that capture was imminent, he was realising it.

In a bid to keep you save, a last ditch attempt at maintaining his freedom and continuing his, their, important experiments, he grabbed your arm and pulled you on foot through the alleys, making his way expertly and surprisingly quickly, to the broken back door of an abandoned building. They ran to the stairs together, aware that there were only seconds between them and Batman, between escaping and being separated, sent away. But as they burst forth from the rooftop access, they realised that there was no one chasing them anymore. No thudding footsteps behind them. They had done it. They had escaped.

The thrill, it was exhilarating. To be so close to inevitability and then to evade it. It was all you had wanted, all you had imagined it would be. You braced yourself, hands on your knees as you panted, before you stood up, holding back an adrenaline fuelled scream. Instead, you spoke softly, still aware of your surroundings and the possibility of Batman hearing them and locating them.

“That was… that was amazing! I know you don’t usually like to exert any enthusiasm on the job, and I know that’s all this is, a job… but that was just so freeing. It was just… just so…”

Noticing that he was being oddly silent, even for him, you turned to him, still panting from the exertion of energy and the sweeping adrenaline that coursed through your veins, but laughing in excitement. With a soft giggle, you managed to squeeze out a word between breaths.

“What?”

As he faced you completely, your smile fell as you noticed he was staring, emotionless, neutral and calm.

“What?”

There was no answer, just his eyes, boring into your soul. You could see something flickering beyond them, deep within his pupils, but it was impossible to tell, to read his emotions.

“Ok, Jonathan… you’re scaring me now. What’s wrong? Are you no-”

On a sharp intake, you swallowed the breath, your words and flow interrupted as Jonathan grabbed your forearms, pulling you into a deep kiss that knocked you back, brain blank as you adjusted to his grip. While you found the capacity to kiss him back, leaning into his lips as he moaned soft and low at the reciprocation, Jonathan’s grasp loosened, his fingers beginning to stroke against the sleeves of your costume, teasing at it to pull it away from you, to touch your smooth, warm skin beneath.

Feeling more desperate, keener to touch you with every passing second, he leant into the embrace, knocking you back against the wall of the rooftop access. His kisses sloppily trailed from your mouth to your chin, along your jaw and to your neck. Strands of saliva followed, coating your skin, glistening under the moonlight, a testament to the desperation and desire, to be satiated in his deep hunger.

His lips, chapped and torn, lingered on you, his breath hot and warm, cheeks flushed with the heat of arousal. As he panted into you, you held his cheeks, forcing his gaze back up to yours.

“Are you ok, Jonathan?”

“I… I need you. Now. It can’t wait.”

With a surprised squeal, you were hoisted up against the wall, held there, his arms wrapped around your thighs, your legs around his waist, supported by his surprisingly strong body. Positioned against his body, you could feel his erection, the stiffened thickness at the front of his own costume, pressing against you. Just the suggestion of him alone was enough to arouse you, slick gathering as you felt him buck into you, ever so slightly.

Jonathan’s fingers were pressed into your skin, stinging even through the fabric. He clawed at it, tearing it slightly beneath his ragged nails, ferocious as he felt your skin against his calloused finger tips. His teeth met your collarbone, deep in the skin of your neck, as he moved around, kissing, lapping at you, biting to taste your flesh.

Finding himself, attempting to maintain some composure, he stopped, his forehead against yours, taking the moment to breathe before he spoke.

“This is most… inappropriate, but it’s too good to waste, you know, the feelings. It does feel right. Right?”

Taking his face in your hands you leaned into him.

“It feels perfect.”

The adrenaline dimmed, tension still palpable between them as Jonathan let himself be supported by your hands and head and body.

“There’s danger in this. Too much. But the excitement, the fear, it almost makes up for it. Still… it made me realise how close I could come to losing you.”

His fingers trailed up and down your spine, your blood running cold as the sensation, shivering with excitement as he tickled over you.

“And if we’re to risk that… I’d hate to lose out on anything. To regret not doing what I wanted.”

Jonathan’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, his lips punctuating his words as he kissed your neck and down your arm, romantic and yet, tinged with a sense of possessiveness, as though he were marking you, scenting you as his, covering you with him.

“You’re mine, my sweet. My muse, my assistant, my partner. Mine. And I want to make sure nothing bad happens to you.”

Taking you by complete surprise, his hands moved to the front of your costume, ripping it apart swiftly and with little effort. Your breasts, stomach and shoulders exposed to the elements.

“Unless, that is, I happen to be the one doing the bad things.”

Throwing your hands around his neck, placing one at the back of his head to tease back his hood, you let yourself be taken over by him, ravished completely as he let his hands drag down your front, carelessly and clumsily over your body. Though the sight of you, cold and exposed, entirely vulnerable to his touch and to the world, made his cock twitch, stiff against the front of his pants, he held you close regardless. Covering you up, bringing you into his warmth, attempting to protect you still, even against his own pleasure and desires.

Still, he was happy to let you get cold briefly, just as he positioned himself at your feet. On his knees, grovelling, begging. Devout in his worship and adoration of your body. He held his face against your stomach, kissing up it, straining to reach your breasts. With one hand, he cupped one, letting his fingers tease over the nipple, holding it between his calloused and rough finger tips and rolling it between them. The other he let hold you, palm pressed into your rear as he grabbed at your cheek, bringing you closer, to feel his hot breath against your skin.

Moments like these, where they were close in proximity but in spirit also, were points where he felt like he could be honest. To tell you how deeply he appreciated you. The friendship, the touch, the encouragement. To find such a likeminded soul, it was something he had never imagined possible. But as he held you, softer, kinder, warmer than him, he felt his stomach tighten. As much as he wanted to preserve you, to protect you, all he could think about was devouring you, ruining you for anyone else but him.

Grabbing your hips, Jonathan spun you around until you were facing the wall of the roof access building. With his hands still on your waist, he bent you over, his palm sliding up your spine to your head which he pushed down. Taking the hint, you placed your palms against the rough wall in front of you, steadying yourself. Behind you, his hands now on his own body, you could hear Jonathan unzipping his pants, pulling them down hastily.

[hypnagogics]

is this vore? /hj. hi. im gonna squeet. and dunk my head into ice water digital footprint pls forgive me. may have wrote this with one hand IM JOKING. this is just somethin quick because i need to get it out of my system ok.

nsfw drabble—biting sev all over ♡ sub!sevika, edging, fingering (all s! receiving), idk what else girl i can't see straight cuz of her...

and there she lay before you, bare and twitching, in a state she's kept very well hidden from everyone—except you.

her lip tucked under her teeth, head thrown back and half-lidded, blown out eyes lazily following your movements; she was laying sprawled on the mattess. she had tried and failed to hold herself up, both arms trembling under her weight until they eventually gave out.

this was the result of you—oh, how evil you were—edging the poor woman for an eternity. in actuality, you had tortured her to such a point she didn't even have the energy to bark orders at you like she usually does.

all she could do, was whine. whines of your name, wordless huffs and quiet pleas were all she could sound out. and every so often she'd squirm under you and break eye contact when you did something so obscene, even she couldn't handle it.

you wore the most wicked of sneers on your face excitedly, using all your strength to push her thick muscular thighs outward, until you gazed upon a sight worth winning wars for.

the torture you faced her with had her pussy throbbing. no, that was an understatement. you could see every individual muscle controlling her shiny lips jump at the cool air, you could see the way her clit was nearly whispering for you to touch it, and not to mention the pooling of pearlescent slick dribbling out of her pulsating hole, making a literal puddle under her ass.

now this? this was a never going to get old. you'd plaster the image of her fucked-out self on every surface, take a polaroid and carry it around with you. you were salivating. drool was almost running down your chin at the sight.

but alas, your blissful trance was cut short, by none other than her gruff voice.

"hey. you gonna stare or am i gonna have to finish this myself?" her voice shook, then her eyes darkened and she spat, "you'd like watching that though, wouldn't you. fuckin'—holy-!!"

you didn't give her the time of day to listen to her bitching about, and you cut her off by lunging forward and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her right inner thigh.

her shocked intake of air quickly turned into a pornographic moan, her back arching, her breathing quickening, and her thighs fighting to close around your head.

you knew that was her weakness. your teeth in her skin? pff she was a goner. you used that to your advantage as much as you could, she deserved earth shattering orgasms just as much as the next gal.

her noises were bordering on a shriek as soon as you circled her hole with a digit, grinning into her skin at the way she was sucking you in, legitimately trapping your finger inside her.

you felt the flutters of an impending orgasm tickle your immobilized finger, and with great effort you removed your mouth from her thigh and pulled your finger out.

the look on her face when you did that felt sharper than if she had stabbed a spear right through your heart. when sevika gives one of her famed death glares, the word stops spinning. but you being you, it just spurs you on more.

before she can protest you migrate up and place gentle kisses on the side of her neck, right on her pulse point, as a soothing motion before you did what you really wanted.

you sank your teeth in her flesh as hard as your jaw allowed you to, the tangy taste of her blood invading your mouth.

simultaneously, you brought your hand back down to her neglected pussy, pushed your thumb up against her thumping clit, and slid your two middle digits inside her—within moments finding her spongy sweet spot.

the cries of pleasure were stuck in her throat, and you couldn't see from what you were doing, but you'd bet your entire life's savings that her eyes were rolled so far back in her skull only the whites would be visible.

your fingers were working hard, all in harmony to bring her to that peak she so craved, and luckily it hit her after no time at all.

her whole being tensed, a low groan reverberated through the room as one of her hands flew to grab a chunk of your hair, further pushing your body flush against hers. you didn't move your mouth, it was suctioned against her in such a way that was guaranteed to leave a nasty bruise on her skin the next day, but she loved it. you did as well.

you felt a gush of warm fluid on your palm, and chuckled into her skin while she shook all over, needy, animalistic noises being all she could produce.

you put in the work and made sure she was utterly spent, then lifted yourself off of her to enjoy the look on her face. she looked so at peace, so satisfied and ethereal, you adored her more than words could ever say.

and likewise, she did you. she cracked open one eye and smiled widely, opening her arms and beckoning for you to lay back on top of her in an embrace.

naturally, you did just that. eagerly burying your face in the crook of your neck, you kissed over the bite mark you left, ran your tongue over the indents in her skin and reveled in the little whimpers she made.

she always had more flesh you could lovingly bite, why stop at just one square inch?

sev taglist (not tagging everyone still cuz YALL SIGNED UP FOR TLOU AND IM A PEOPLE PLEASERRRR SORRY): @fizyypopp @luvssliyahh @wizard-pdf @dearangxl @melsmunch

[yallthemwitches]

Legilimens

Perhaps the real James was doing it on purpose--using memories of Lily to either drive him insane or to push away the real secrets that hid beyond. If it was true, he was succeeding on all accounts.

During a duel, Snape attempts Legilimency on James. Canon compliant. Oneshot NSFW moments

AO3 Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57734398

He knew he would be alone in the corridor. Word had spread through the proper circles that Dumbledore was tightening security around muggleborns, especially at night. Of course Potter would jump at being a hero; trying to take his ego from being head boy to a new extreme. He clearly delegated himself to strut around the dungeons at night just for a chance to fight. 

Earlier that day he had watched him argue with Lily over it. He was standing across the dining hall from them, but her body language was unmistakable: shoulders square, jaw tight, and even being a head shorter than Potter, her eyes pierced through him. They spoke in quick, hushed tones before Lily stormed away with James chasing after her. They moved closer and Snape could start to make out their words. 

“I’m not WEAK,” Her attempt at keeping her voice down was meager at best. 

James grabbed at her hand and caught it deftly in mid swing. Lily swung around again, fists clenched.

“I know, Lils. Trust me, I know,” he pleaded. Hearing his nickname for her stabbed his chest. How dare he be so comfortable with her, especially when it was his fault she was this angry.

“Then let me come with you–we can do patrols together like usual. I don’t care what Dumbledore says—” despite her words teetering out, her gaze on him held strong. James was still holding her hand but the other remained curled at her side. 

“He needs you to work with the others. NOT because you can’t handle it, but because you need to be there for everyone else,” James took a sharp intake of breath. There was a rattle in his chest Snape had never seen before. The air seemed to be caught in James’ throat and his eyes looked heavy. 

“You are a target, you know–please, let me finish–I know that doesn’t mean anything to you but if someone like Mulicber or Nott found you—I dunno—It’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

Snape waited for the blowback. Despite James’ rare upset of emotion, his Lily would never buy it. How dare he diminish her like that…tell her she was incapable—

“Ok, fine,” Lily huffed. “But only because only one of us can go— and because I know Mary has been having a rather rough go of it recently.” Both of their bodies softened a bit and James pulled her in and buried his face in her hair. Snape could see his mouth move to say something else, but it was lost to anyone but her. He could feel the acid in his stomach bubbling. Watching them together and rowing was one thing, but to have to see their acts of affection day after day was like an everlooping cruciatus curse. 

Now, Snape stood in the small corridor alcove. Perhaps Potter was too thick to realize it, but he was a target just as much as any muggleborn. Mulciber himself had expressed wanting to attack Potter and his crew for sullying the pureblood lines, for “shagging a mudblood slut” as he had put it—clearly referring to Lily. For Snape, it was strictly personal. 

He could hear James’ footsteps from the adjacent corridor. He was whistling a tune softly under his breath. So arrogant. 

He turned the corner and started towards where Snape was standing, but stopped some paces away. Snape held his breath and there was a moment of silence.    

James made a dramatic sigh, then spoke. “I’m really not in the mood Snivellus–”

Before he could finish his sentence, Snape jumped out. Stupefy!

James must have known where he was standing because he dodged the curse with relative ease, putting a ruddy parchment in his back pocket and brandishing his wand at the same time. 

James flicked his wand at Snape and he felt a soft burning sensation start to crawl up his arm. Snape needed to move quickly before it spread to the rest of his body. 

Bombarda! A blast hit the side of the rock wall and scattered dust. James stepped back wiping his glasses. Snape took the moment as his best opportunity. 

Incarcerous.

James’ body fell to the floor as though thousands of ropes had wrapped around him. He thrashed, watching his wand roll towards the far side of the corridor. 

It was too easy. Snape whispered a counterspell at his arm which stopped the increasing burning sensation. Potter continued to twist on the ground, but his wand was too far out of reach to be any help.

Snape stood over him and watched for a moment. It was a very rare experience to see Potter so incapacitated. He could feel the smile cracking at the sides of his face. 

This was the perfect moment. He wasn’t stupid; he knew that Potter and his little crew were already planning on joining Dumbledore against the Dark Lord the second they left school. Knowing Dumbledore, he had already confided in them secrets that would be valuable to the death eaters. Defeating Potter was a victory in itself, but to get in the good graces of the Dark Lord too? There was no greater luck. 

Snape twirled his wand tauntingly. From his writhing, James had dislodged his glasses and they hung from one ear. Snape wanted to remember this look forever. 

Legilimans.

The corridor blurred around him, he had the feeling of being sucked towards James for an instant, but then found himself standing in a rather plush living room. He was small: a child. An elderly man with crooked glasses was handing him a broomstick with a golden bow on top. 

Crack

He’s still a foot shorter. His arm is around a young Lupin who is sporting fresh cuts along his body. His clothes are shabby and torn in comparison to his.

“I’ve never told anyone before —If you don’t want to be my mate I-I understand.”

He can feel his hand tighten around Lupin’s shoulder. His mouth moves and he hears James’ voice come out.

“We’re going to figure it out, together.. There’s got to be a way for it to be better–right?” 

Lupin has tears forming in his eyes. He laughs. 

Crack

They are older. In a room filled with Quidditch posters and stagnate pictures of muggle rock bands, a younger Sirius looks down at a pile of opened books. His hair cascading around his face and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“It sounds doable mate. Look—” 

Crack

He’s back in his own body for a moment. Potter’s eyes are wide and burning. He is trying his best to block him, and seems to have succeeded for a moment, but it takes just another push and the corridor blurs once more.

She couldn’t be older than 4th year. He knew because she wore her hair just past shoulder length then. Her head bowed to a textbook open between them. She lets out a laugh: a real laugh. His hand moves to turn the page and brushes hers. A small blush forms on her cheeks. Is this when it began? All the way before 6th year? He could remember her giving him glances before, but had always assumed they were of the disgust she claimed to have for him whenever probed. Had he misread her?

Before he could watch what she did next, she disappeared into smoke with another Crack. His vision was different now. His eyesight was no higher than a few feet off the ground. He could smell earth and an oncoming rainstorm. He felt all his senses heightened and he watched the trees of the forbidden forest sway with the shift in weather. 

A still young Sirius sat back in shock on the ground. He breathed heavily but his smile enveloped his face. 

“Blimey James, You’ve bloody done it!” Sirius lets out a cathartic laugh. 

What had he done? Snape didn’t understand. 

Crack. 

He was standing back in the corridor again. James had inched himself closer to his wand and was in the process of shifting to be able to reach it. 

“What did you do?” Snape screamed, despite knowing he was unable to answer. Snape took a step forward and kicked the wand farther away and James’ eyes darkened with malice. 

“You’re too weak, as expected.” James closed his eyes. He looked like he was focusing hard. Perhaps he was trying to tuck everything he didn’t want Snape to see away in his mind. Snape let out a laugh.

“What’s wrong Potter? Not such a top student in Occlumency I see.” James furrowed his brow. Snape flicked his wand and the corridor disappeared again. 

His eyesight was normal again and he was older now. He could feel the weight of a quidditch kit on his shoulders. She was there again, looking closer to how she looked now. There was color on her cheeks much like the last memory of her. She reached out her hand and placed it softly on his arm. 

“Good Luck, Potter.” Her eyes rose to his and she gave a small smile. She had looked at Snape a thousand times, but never like that. With a quiet tenderness, not of friendship but of timid attraction. 

Snape felt his own heart flutter, despite it not being directed at him. 

Crack. 

There’s a flash of red hair. The smell of roses. Lips moving against his. He feels her hands reaching up to curl into his hair as she sighs into his mouth, letting his tongue wander into hers. She’s flushed and pressing herself up against him. 

When was this? 6th year? Later? They are in an empty classroom and the flickering lights signal that it's late at night; perhaps she was doing rounds.

Disgust and joy mix in his stomach. He had always dreamed of holding her—kissing her like this. How could Potter have been so lucky? How did she allow herself to be tricked by him so easily?

Another Crack.

Perhaps the real James was doing it on purpose--using memories of her to either drive him insane or to push away the real secrets that hid beyond. If it was true, he was succeeding on all accounts. 

Again the smell of roses. He felt her hands moving deftly around his chest. She was on top of him— no, not just on top of him, riding him. Her face was flushed, eyes blown-out and staring with an ecstatic yearning. She was still clothed, but her white blouse had been unbuttoned and the pink curve of a nipple peaked out behind the fabric. It took moments of shock before he could actually take in how good he felt. There was a heat mounting from where their bodies connected underneath her skirt. She leaned forward to put her lips against his neck; her nipples hard against his body. 

“James, I think I’m going to come.” 

Crack. 

Snape, back in his own body, slammed a fist against the stonewall of the corridor. He had known they fancied each other. He had known they were going out–had seen them too many times flaunting their relationship and snogging around the classrooms and corridors. But he didn’t know that they had done that. 

Snape’s heart pounded. On one hand the exhilaration of seeing Lily in such a state of desire—it was all he ever wanted. More than the good graces of the Dark Lord, more than any power anyone could give him. But not from his eyes. 

He gave James a swift kick to the stomach and James made a muffled wince of pain. 

“Stop toying with me,” Snape roared. He had half the mind to keep kicking him until James’ face no longer resembled the beloved Quidditch hero everyone fawned over, but he needed to try one last time. 

At this point Snape couldn’t tell what he wanted: to finally get the information he needed or to see Lily, as vile as it was, vicariously through Potters’ eyes. 

She was there again. He felt her skin pressing on his. They were both naked, lying in a four poster bed that was shrouded by curtains. She layed half draped over his body while his hand moved absentmindedly though her hair. 

This couldn’t have been, by his judgment, more than just weeks ago. 

Her body felt soft and warm, if not flushed with sweat from activities that had clearly just ended. 

She sat up abruptly, leaning one of her elbows on his chest. It was difficult to ignore the feel of her breast touching him lightly when her chest rose and fell against him. 

 She looked at him. The green in her eyes was still deep and heavy from sex; her hair fell in a ruffled mess around her face. 

“I love you.” She said it so simply. It rang out into the air and hovered there. He could feel James’ body tighten. There was a feeling of flying;of absolute joy within his chest. 

“Don’t respond yet. Please. Just— let it exist by itself for a second.” In any other circumstance it would sound like chiding. 

“I love you.” She repeated. James’ hand reached out and grabbed her chin while the other snaked around her body, twisting her so he laid on top. Their lips found each other, and he could feel how absolutely ravenous his body was for her. She responded to him, holding onto him tightly and running a hand through the hairs on the nape of his neck. 

“I love you too. Merlin, I love you. I love you. “ The words were tumbling out and Lily laughed underneath him, before letting out a sigh as his mouth started to kiss it’s way down her neck and towards the rest of her body—

Crack

He hadn’t noticed that he had started crying. He had clearly been crying for a moment as his nose had already begun to run and his cheeks were stained. He only had time to wipe his face before a voice rang out. 

Expelliarmus. 

His wand flew back. She was there. Not in one of Potter’s memories but in the flesh. She looked much like she did in the last memory he saw, but instead of pure adoration in her eyes, there was a dark hatred. She ducked down and whispered an incantation on James, which freed him from his binding. 

James quickly jumped up, grabbed his wand and slashed it in the direction of Snape, which pushed him back into the wall with crushing force, knocking the wind from his chest. 

Snape pushed himself to stand and moved to make a cutting motion in the air, but Lily jumped in front of James, arms outstretched. 

“Sev. STOP.”

It was almost ironic. The last time he had seen her stand like this, she was protecting him from Potter. 

He could hear her words ringing in his head still. I love you. But not to him.

Before he even recognized he was saying it, he cried out at her. 

“How dare you love him. After everything.” He knew he probably looked like a child; tears staining his face and dirty from the explosion earlier. Lily didn’t move from her stance but gave him a confused look. James moved forward and tried to muscle his way past her. 

“He knows how to use Legilimency Lily, he’s trying to—” but Lily pushed him back, giving Snape a small pang of satisfaction to see a bit of his Lily come through.

She turned back to him, the confusion lost and her features now hardlined. 

“How dare I? Dare I?” Her eyes were slits. This all felt remarkably familiar to Snape. He took a step back. The last time they rowed like this, she was still his friend; still saw Potter for what he was. Now, he didn’t know what she would do to him. 

But she did nothing other than speak in a flat, emotionless tone. 

“I’ll give you one chance Sev. Walk away.” James looked ready to retort, but Lily held him back with one hand. 

“Please.” She was giving him an out. Even he knew he didn’t deserve it. James’ eyes seared into him. Did you see what you wanted? Snape wanted to tear his face apart for everything James had been able to do that he couldn’t. Everything he was for her, that he wasn’t. 

Snape turned his back and felt both Lily and James’ eyes on him for a while before he could hear Lily relax. He turned just slightly to watch them. Lily now fussed with his scratched and ruddy face and James talked in quick, rough whispers to her. She kissed the side of his temple and James’ eyes caught his before he turned the corner. It didn’t matter if he had technically won the duel with him. James’ eyes reflected what Snape felt inside his gut. 

You lost. 

[koisuko]

Imagine:

Soap having a really hard time talking to you, like you make this man so insanely shy for no reason at all (besides that he has the biggest crush on you) and he can’t help but jumble his words and say Scottish phrases that you don’t understand.

He cleared his throat awkwardly beside you as you stared up at the morning sky, imagining shapes in the clouds to clear your head during a rare day off. “Awa’ wi’ the fairies are we lass?” You shot him a look, raising a brow in confusion as you processed what he said, “what?” You asked, furrowing your brows as he looked away, clearing his throat once more, “u-uh I said are you daydreaming?” He mentally cursed himself at the stutter in his voice, he’s a damn soldier for fuck sake, why is this so hard!

You giggled at his nervous expression, scooting closer to him before looking back up at the sky, “I suppose so, just looking at the clouds,” you smiled, feeling at peace with the morning breeze sweeping along your exposed skin. You could feel the warmth off his arm as it grazed yours, a slight intake of breath brought his scent through your nose. “Ah,” he paused briefly, looking up as if to discern what you saw in those clouds, “w-what,” he cleared his throat again, “what dae ye see up there?” He once again squint up at the sky, subtly glancing at your peaceful figure beside him. You shrugged in response, pointing up at a particularly fluffy cloud, “that could be a sheep,” then pointing to a thinner cloud, “and that looks like a snake, no?” You looked to him for confirmation, attempting to shape the clouds for him to see. He chuckled, “Yer aff yer heid, that looks mair like a dragon,” he pointed to the skinnier cloud.

For a moment, you two sat in silence, watching the clouds pass by as you enjoyed each other’s company. You felt his eyes on you, turning to meet his gaze only to see a blush on his cheeks, “everything ok So-“ before you could finish, he quickly cut you off, his lips met yours in a tender embrace. He pulled back as quickly as he started, scratching the back of his neck, “Ah'm sorry, I dinnae ken why-“ you shook your head, “no, no it’s fine,” you giggled as a blush rose to your cheeks, mirroring his own. "Ye fancy grabbin' a coffee sometime?" He asked, placing a hand over yours. You turned to him with smirk, barely containing your excitement, “I’d love to.”

[anyamaris]

Ripple

Word Count-1756

Summary- After a long week with little sleep, you accidentally fall asleep in the bathtub. Fortunately, someone finds you...

Pairing- Yeosang x F!Reader

Trope- Friends to lovers au, smut

Warnings-Vulgarity, unprotected sex (wrap er up), intimacy, minors DNI, 18+++++ NSFW

Tags: @ksmutsociety @cultofdionysusnet @shinestarhwaa @woosanbby @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

A/N- I couldn't help but write this one even though I have so many others started. I accidentally fell asleep in the bath this week and I couldn't help my wandering brain. This is my current Yeo fantasy so I hope you enjoy and please reblog and feedback is always appreciated!

Update:Thank you to @kwanisms for the pretty new header! I adore you!

As always thank you to @cafekitsune for the banners 🤍💜🤍

Your eyes flutter a bit and you barely register how cold and clammy your skin is before you're being hoisted up into someone's arms.

"Y/n!" you hear and you instinctively reach out and wrap your arms around the man holding you. "Ughhh..." you moan out and then shiver. "Oh my god, you're freezing cold!" the man says and from the deep timbre of his voice, you wake up a little more.

"Yeo-Yeosang?" you manage and bury your face into his warm neck. "So cold...." you whisper and his arms tighten, pulling you closer. "Shh...going to your room, ok?" he whispers and then you feel him moving. Opening your eyes, you look up at the man carrying you.

His long dark hair is framing his face, and concern is pinching his beautiful, angelic features. You admire his beautiful birthmark as you curl into him more. His warmth feels so pleasant and you are slow to register what is actually going on.

You start to remember how you got here. Your week had been a nightmare, between work and barely getting any sleep from stress, you'd come home Saturday night and drawn a bubble bath. Your roommate had told you he'd be gone tonight so you'd taken advantage of the quiet.

So how was Yeosang here now, carrying you like a princess to your room? "Wooyoung gave me a key," you register him saying. "He asked me to stop by for some stuff. I'm glad he did, don't you know you could have drown?" he's scolding. "Mmm..." you murmur and tighten your arms around his neck.

Instead of setting you down, he sits on the bed with you in his lap. He yanks a fluffy blanket over to you both and then he's wrapping it around you and him. You don't know why he's not just letting you go, but you're not going to complain. You'd been harboring a very deep crush on the man for ages now.

And now...you were naked, in his lap, on your bed...with noone else home.

You...were naked... it finally clicks in your head. Embarrassment colors your cheeks as you look up at him. He's doesn't appear to be affected by your nakedness and you feel a pang of sadness. Of course he isn't...he's just worried about his friend's roommate.

"Yeo....sorry I ....just haven't been sleeping, I guess." you say, feeling shy and vulnerable all at once. His face softens as he takes yours in, the stern look fading into tenderness. "Y/n...." he sighs and one of his hands is cupping your cheek.

Swallowing hard, you feel a shiver wrack your body as his inner arm brushes against your breast at the action. Your nipple tightens at the contact and the tenderness on his face changes. His eyes flicker down to your naked chest, and you watch as his lips part slightly. Before you can stop yourself, you reach up and run a fingertip over his bottom lip.

His sharp intake of breath has your heart pounding. "I'm sorry...I...just..." you stammer, feeling a swell of confusion on top of your lust and some shame at your reaction to him. You go to turn your head and go to push away from him, intending to get up.

Before you can even look away completely, his hand is behind your neck, pulling you towards him as his mouth meets yours. His lips are soft and searching, this thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone. You let out a small noise of surprise and then you're melting into him.

As you lean into him, you register that his shirt is soaking wet from getting you out of the tub. The kiss is broken as he pulls back and looks at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and he's searching your face. "Y/n...I am...I want to tell you properly that... I..." he struggles to get out but his eyes are half lidded and he's leaning in again, capturing your lips once more.

"Yeosang...." you manage as his mouth opens, his tongue seeking yours. You let out a moan and you can feel his reaction as his hands start to move over your skin, his fingers trailing up your side. You barely notice the blanket falling off your shoulders as you reach up and put your fingers in his hair.

His hand travels around to your lower back and he splays his hand to hold you. You tug gently at him and he stops, pulling back to search your face. "Your shirt...sorry, I got it all wet." you say and he's groaning as you reach down to lift it. You finally register his stiffness underneath you, pressing into your bottom.

He briefly leans back as you pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the side. You can't control the shiver that wracks your whole body at his naked chest. His arms and shoulders are so well defined, and his chest is beautifully sculpted. This man is insanely perfect, you think.

"You're still so cold," he sighs out, picking you up once more. You have a moment to revel at feeling small and helpless in his strong arms before he's gently placing you on the bed. Then he's unbuttoning his pants and removing the rest of his clothing before crawling on top of you.

He holds himself above you, sliding between your legs. He pulls the blanket over you both before settling his body on yours. "They...were wet too...." he says, blushing, as his naked thigh brushes yours, his hard length pressing against your pelvis.

You take in his face, his ragged breathing, his lust filled eyes. "Yeo...I...will you ...keep me warm?" you breathe out and he's capturing your lips with his again. You moan into his open mouth and reach up to touch his strong shoulders before you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, arching up into his kiss.

He lets out a low growl as his hand runs slowly up your side, your skin prickling from the softness of his touch. His hand finally slides up to cup your breast in his palm, his thumb gently rubbing over your taut nipple. The simple gesture has you arching your back and whining, your head leaning back. His lips travel down to your neck and he's audibly breathing. His hips are pressing you down and you adjust yours so that his cock rubs against your wet core.

"Fuck..!" he gasps against your ear and he's trembling, suddenly halting his movements. "Yeo....?" you ask, almost breathless. You can't help but squirm a bit and press upwards. "Are you...do you...fuck....is this ok with you?" He asks, and you run your hand down his back, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Yes, Yeosang...it's more than ok. I....I've wanted you...I ..." you stutter, feeling shy again at the idea of confessing at this moment, regardless of the current position you're in. He draws his head back and looks down at you, his lust filled gaze searching your face. "You too?" he asks and you bite your lip with a nod.

"Oh thank fucking god," he groans out and then he's kissing you again. You run your hand over his back as he starts moving his hips once more, his length sliding against your folds. You let out a long moan and you feel his smile against your mouth. He pulls back and looks at you as he rolls his hips, slowly pulling himself back. Then he's staring into your eyes as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance.

You just stare up at him with your lips parted, breathing out small moans as he stretches you, pushing his length deep inside of you until he's entirely sheathed within your tight walls. His hand glides back into your hair, holding the back of your head as he pulls back, then thrusts back into you. You cry out, the sudden movement and friction against all of your sensitive spots, as well as his dilated eyes making you see stars.

His smirk as he thrusts again, then again has you panting, your heart pounding against your chest as his moans mix with yours. Your legs go around him and his smirk fades, his jaw clenching. "Y/n...I don't know ...how long...I can...." he bites out, his whimpers turning into deep cries.

His head drops into your neck and you hold tightly onto him as his thrusts pick up more. "Yeosang....don't hold back...please...." you gasp out, crying out with mewling sounds in between. He slides his hands up your arms, pulling them over your head. His fingers entwine with yours and he's holding you down as he starts to fuck you faster and harder.

"You feel so good." he's rasping and his mouth is on your ear, the sensation of his voice and the hot breath spiraling you into a sudden unexpected orgasm. "Yeo! Yeo! YEOSANG!" You scream out, hips lifting and he's panting and crying out as you clamp down around him.

"Oh...BABY FUCK... I CAN'T ST-" his body is shaking and his hips are stuttering as warmth fills your insides, his release forcing him to gasp and tremble. It feels like an eternity before you feel your insides relax, the warm liquid of his seed seeping out from between you as he lets out a breath. His body goes limp on yours and his face is just buried in your neck, his breathing eventually slowing down.

Your hands comb through his hair and you bask in the sensation of him being inside of you, his body pressed down on yours. His arms slide underneath you and he murmurs soft nothings as he starts to softly kiss your neck.

"Baby..." he mutters and then he's kissing you, his mouth devouring you. Pulling back, he presses his forehead against yours. "Will you be mine?" he asks bluntly and you can't help the happy smile and the blush that creeps into your cheeks.

"Yes...I'm pretty sure I've been yours for awhile now, I'm just glad you finally noticed." you say softly, and he can't help but let out a low chuckle. "Yeah...I'm a little dense sometimes. But it's been mutual, for awhile." Your smile softens as he kisses you once again, delicately.

"Do me a big favor though?" he asks, drawing designs on the bare skin of your chest, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder and neck. "mmm?" you manage, enjoying the after sex bliss.

"If you take a bath again, just call me first."

[last-herondale]

What we Almost Were (Almost Finale)

Bucky Barnes x Femreader!

The house was warm upon your entrance. Your clothes were soaked from the rain, and you shivered as you held the door open for Bucky. He followed behind you silently, his wet shoes squelching against the tile floor of the kitchen. Thunder continued to rumble outside and the wind was roaring harder than it had been minutes before. You hurried to a cupboard, securing a few towels in your hands. You tossed one to Bucky, as he stood in the kitchen sopping wet, his hair sticking to his face.

It wasn’t hitting you entirely. What had just occurred outside moments ago. What confessions had been made. You took a steadying breath.

“There’s a shower upstairs. Tony has some clothes in the spare room, so I don’t know what will fit you…”

Bucky gave you a smile. “Thanks doll.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” you said a bit awkwardly as you shifted around in your wet clothes, “I’m going to change.”

You turned on your heel and made your way upstairs. You shut the door to your room and let yourself lean up against the door to catch your breath. Your heart was racing, and you weren’t one hundred percent sure why. In the grand scheme of things, did any of this meet up matter?

Did his declarations of love change anything?

For so long you had forced yourself to believe that he didn’t love you, that he couldn’t love you because of his feelings for Nat, then his feelings for Nadia. It had taken you driving yourself away from everyone, isolating yourself to clear your head and your heart from all of the confusion and pain. You had finally become satisfied with yourself. You had finally learned to love yourself despite everything that had happened.

You took another breath.

I am enough. I am more than enough. I don’t need him to be whole.

That was the truth. The undeniable truth. It was the one thing that you knew was crucial to believe. That no matter what, you alone were enough for yourself. No man would ever be able to make you whole. Not Bucky, not Steve. No one. Only you. You couldn’t disappear into anyone again. You almost didn’t return the last time. You didn’t need Bucky. No. And you never would.

“But I want him,” you whispered to yourself.

Your body seemed to tremble with that want. Suddenly, you could hear the sound of footsteps creaking up the stairs. Your heart hammered in your chest as the sound of the door next door opened and closed gently. There were a few moments of silence, and then the sound of the water turning on broke you from your trance.

You flung open your door, your chest heaving. It was odd. Being so certain. You had never felt so sure about any course of action before. Even though you were certain, you were also terrified. You had risked your life for the sake of the world several times before, however, nothing compared to this moment.

You crossed the hallway in a few strides and opened up the door. The sound of the shower running in the background must have covered up the sound of the door opening. Bucky was in the middle of removing his soaked shirt when you had entered. His eyes widened as he saw you.

“Doll, is everything ok–”

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a bit more forceful than you had intended. Your skull rattled a bit at the impact. Bucky froze against you as you kissed him, his sudden intake of air made you pull away for a moment, but suddenly his hands were around your waist, keeping you close. His eyes were searching yours frantically, his pupils blown wide.

With your hand still on his chin, you pulled him closer again, gentler this time. His lips found yours this time. A soft sigh escaped his lips as you kissed him. You ran one hand up his face, cupping his cheek. His hands tightened around your waist, his thumbs grazing your midriff. You felt dizzy kissing him. You could still taste the rain on his skin. You pulled apart from him slowly, drawing out the last of the kiss. He kept his forehead tipped to yours, his bare chest rising and falling heavily.

“Say it again,” you whispered, “I want you to tell me again.”

Bucky didn’t miss a beat. “I love you.”

“Again.”

Bucky kissed your jaw, his lips lingering on your skin.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

He traced kisses along your jaw, nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

He looked at you, his eyes burning with desire, and he put his hands in yours. He thumbed your hands. His voice grew to be so gentle. You had never heard him be so soft and quiet. His words were near a wisp of wind. He moved closer to your face, until his lips brushed against your ear.

“I love you.”

There was desperation in his voice. Utter sincerity. It made you shiver.

You looked up at him, almost in a dream-like state. He mirrored your look, his eyes seemed glazed over.

“Sit down,” you said, using one hand to gently push his stomach until he backed up onto the bed. He was obedient, and looked up at you expectantly as he rested on the edge of the bed. His metal hand still wrapped around yours, as if he feared you’d fly away. You gave him a gentle reassuring squeeze.

“I love you Bucky,” you said sweetly, “But I need you to understand a few things before–”

Before I allow you fully into my heart.

Bucky just continued to look at you as you hesitated. If he was afraid of what you would say next, he didn’t show it. He looked as calm as ever.

“I’m here, my love. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Hmm,” you smiled at him. He said it as if it was the most natural thing on the planet. As if he had always been calling you that.

“I love you,” you repeated. You took pleasure in seeing his mouth quiver into a small grin once you said it. “But I cannot let you break my heart again.”

It was a struggle to say, and it was even harder to see Bucky flinch slightly at your words. You sunk down to your knees, making yourself eye level with him. You put one hand on his knee to steady yourself.

“I want this, believe me, I want this more than anything, but only if you are certain of what you want. If you cannot see yourself having a life with me– if you cannot see yourself being honest with me, of loving me like I deserved to be loved– then I can’t–we can’t–”

You felt tears fall down your cheeks. He wiped your tears with his hand and held your face.

“It would kill me,” you murmured against his palm, “Having to repair myself again, if I were to lose you. I am stronger now than I ever was, but even I can only take so much heartache. So–so if you can’t– if I am not what you want, I need to know now and not later down the road.”

Bucky slid down off of the bed and knelt with you on the floor. He held your face, murmuring your name softly as he kissed away your tears.

“Listen to me love, listen please,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion, “I’m sorry– so very sorry for how I hurt you in the past. You have every reason to doubt me, every reason to fear that I’ll hurt you again. I hate that I have put these fears into your heart, but believe me when I say that I will never hurt you again.”

He pushed a strand of damp hair out of your face.

“You are it for me, you understand? What we almost were– the distance, the separation– I can’t live like that. There is not a future I want that does not have you in it. I am yours– completely. Forever.”

You choked out a laugh. Relief and happiness flooded your senses. Bucky smiled brilliantly at your reaction. Before, he let you control the moment, but now with his hand caressing your cheek he seemed to not be able to help himself. He tipped your face upwards as he kissed you passionately. It was as if he was answering you again.

I love you. I am yours. Forever.

You let yourself be weak. You melted against him, letting his other arm wrap around you and hold you closer to him, almost cradling you. You ran a hand through his hair and the sound he made against your mouth in response warmed your stomach like a fire.

Suddenly, he was picking you up, and carrying you slowly to the bathroom. You could still hear the running water coming from the shower, and the steam from the bathroom felt thicker and thicker the closer he brought you. You were a bit shocked when he sat you down on the counter, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. Once he finally pulled apart, from you, he kissed your forehead.

“May I?” he asked in a thick voice. His hands lingered on the hem of your shirt.

You lifted your arms in response. He slowly removed your wet shirt and tossed it with his. He remained silent as his fingers grazed the shoulder strap of your bra. His eyes were dark as he roamed your body, but he stopped, waiting for you to stop him, if you wanted. You just smiled at him, and pulled him in for a swift kiss.

“I love you, and I trust you,” you murmured against his mouth.

He was gentle in all of his movements. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you allowed him to do what he wanted. He took his time undressing you, removing your soaked clothes, peppering your skin with light kisses. Then he removed his soaked clothes. The sight of him made your body tremble. He must have noticed your reaction because he chuckled as he pulled you into the shower with him. He didn’t touch you– not in the way that you thought he wanted to, rather, he bathed you. It was a different kind of intimate moment. He took his time washing your hair, using his fingers to massage your temples. He lathered up a loofa, and gently scrubbed away the rain and sand from your skin.

You stood there, leaned up against him as he took care of you. Soft sounds escaped your mouth as he washed you, the feeling of his hands on you made yourself dizzy. When he finished with you, you returned the favor. He murmured sweet nothings as you massaged his hair. He wrapped his arms around your waist and just held you. The moment was too tender, too sweet to do anything other than clean each other– to take care of each other. It seemed to be enough for the two of you. To just be there, caring for each other in the most intimate way possible.

Once the water ran cold, finally, the two of you wrapped each other in towels, giggling like school kids as Bucky carried you down the stairs into the living room. The two of you curled up on the couch and enjoyed the warmth being close to one another brought. Bucky brushed through your hair as the two of you caught up with each other. You outlined what your life had been away from the team, and Bucky mentioned what he had been up to, starting with his breakup with Nadia. It was odd. How easy it was to return to this. As if the past few months had been just a distant memory.

As you leaned your head against Bucky’s chest, his hands wrapped around your waist as the storm was beginning to subside and the sun was setting. You felt your eyelids droop with exhaustion. Bucky kissed the top of your head, his arms securing you in his embrace.

“If I fall asleep, will you still be here when I wake up?” you murmured as you nestled your head on him.

He gave a soft chuckle as he pulled your discarded reading blanket around your body. He kissed your cheek a few times, then trailed them down your neck. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you felt a small grin spread on your face. He knew what he was doing. He was answering you, even now, but he still spoke as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

“I’ll be here love,” he murmured, “I’ll always be here.”

[reallyromealone]

Hello again I'm sorry if I'm bothering I just wanted to ask if I could have Bonten's reaction to falling in love with the nanny (Reader) of (Child Name) to see being so kind and careful with (Child Name) different from the other nannies who become arrogant or negligent, the (Reader) is like a mother to (Child Name) of them

(I hope not to bother you or anything like that if you do not want to do no problem I understand and thank you very much for posting a kiss 😘 )

You're not bothering dw

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Bonten had nanny trauma.

Every nanny they had either was one of these categories:

Arrogant about their position

Neglectful to (sons name)

And finally, tried to sleep with one of them.

They have all been...uh dismissed one could say.

Then came (name), a former preschool teacher and daycare attendant who wasn't even meant to be their nanny, (sons name) having somehow gotten separated and ended up being found by (name) and by time they found Bonten, little (sons name) was absolutely obsessed with the man.

Bonten did an aggressively thorough background check on (name), the man was honestly a total saint compared to them.

(Name) wandered the penthouse with little (sons name) in his arms, the two year old tuckered out from playtime and a snack and was dozing off on (name)s shoulder as the man gently rubbed his back as he sung a lullaby to him.

"He's so good with him" Ran commented as they ate their food, (sons name) enjoying his food unaware of the conversation as he had his favorites before him.

Well sort of.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sanzu?" (Name) asked the pink haired man softly, the men having returned from work and (name) having just put (sons name) for a nap "what?" Sanzu said bluntly to the new nanny, still rather hesitant and not trusting of him "I noticed (sons name), struggles with eating veggies and I know of a lot of alternatives to help him get the intake he needs" (name) said pulling out a paper "these are vegetable based foods, like these are fries but they are loaded with vegetables, we used them at the daycare I worked at and kids don't even notice they aren't normal fries"

(Name) showed Sanzu all the alternatives and explaining the health benefits "also I think it would benefit if we didn't prioritize some foods as better foods compared to others, it could help significantly"

This conversation alone was what earned Sanzus trust with the man, (name) genuinely wanting to help and support (sons name) and make sure he had the best and Sanzu could see just how much he cared.

"He sure has a way with children" Mochi said as (sons name) offered him some of his food "you like (name)?" He asked his kid who immediately began bouncing in his high chair "(name)!(name)!" The boy chanted excitedly "we bake cookie tomorrow!"

"Make sure to save us some"

"Ok papa!"

Bonten watched from the cameras how gentle and kind (name) was with their son, having successfully potty trained him and everything.

He was just so wonderful and sweet.

They don't know when they started falling for the nanny or even how but they collectively found themselves not upset with it.

Maybe it was the fact that he cared more about their son then them, showing how caring he is.

Maybe it was the attractive looks and nice voice?

Whatever it was it was working.

Really fucking well.

When they came home, food was prepared for them "sorry for not telling you, (sons name) really wanted to make dinner for you all"

They knew, cameras being all around the house to notify the if anything happened.

It was honestly precious seeing their two year old help cool, (name) letting him do the easy and safe things and Bonten decided that they wanted this every day.

"We brought you a dessert from the bakery" Rans voice was smooth like honey as he handed (name) an incredibly expensive bag of treats, the nanny looking at it almost shocked "oh, you guys didn't have too!" (Name) fretted only to be silenced by Rindō "you take care of our kid and you do it well, just take it"

(Name) nodded softly "is he sleeping?" Koko asked softly and (name) nodded softly "he wanted to be awake to see you guys but was tuckered out from wanting to try yoga, a character in his show did it and he tried but fell asleep like two minutes in"

"Yeah that sounds like him"

"Are you doing anything after this?" Kakucho asked and (name) shook his head "you wanna eat with us?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude"

"You're not" Mikey said bluntly, startling (name) and the nanny realized this might have been the first time he heard Mikey speak, usually be has the others relay things to (name).

"Why not" (name) said with a soft smile, letting himself get led to the dining area as the men tried to learn anything about (name), the poor nanny not even realizing that he's gonna be (sons name)s new step dad in one years time.

[agirlandherkinks]

Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

[myshitaccount]

City Girl Rescue

(a/n: so basically reader is jackie but w “y/n” and reader isnt down bad for cole. Enjoy 🫶🏻 also i have a good pt 2 in my head so lmkk if anyone wants that eventhough ill prob write one anyway cuz i am down bad for this man 💋 cole aint got nothing on him)

My Life With the Walter Boys

Alex Walter x reader

plot: reader gets lost during walk during thanksgiving drama, but of course everything goes wrong. (same plot as in the show but i tweaked it)

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Goosebumps, annoying, airpods in. It’s hard to ignore the persistent drama of the Walter house. Especially the drama between, my boyfriend, Alex and, his older brother, Cole. Not to mention the glances Cole keeps throwing at me.

It gets harder to ignore when the glances become stares. Words shared between us also prove his infatuation. I’m not tryna be another paige, so I hope Alex hasn’t noticed.

I glance down at my phone to check the time. 5? I left at 2! I quickly open the maps app to figure out the way home, but the signal isn’t strong enough. Well it couldn’t get anyworse! I eat my words as sounds signaling thunder and a cold storm fill the sky.

Anxiety truly begins to set in. I slid down one the tree ive posted up next to and scramble to call Katherine. I let it ring until im met with her voicemail. I instantly recall that the surprise party for Nathans return from the hospital is right now, no no no! The fear that they wont notice my absence worsens my anxiety. Next I, more frantically, called Alex.

If he doesnt pick up…

“Hey Y/n where are you?”

I breathe for the first time in what felt like minutes..

Now i must confess the deeply embarrassing truth, “Alex, I’m ummm, I’m lost- I was going for a walk and I-I don’t know and I don’t know what to do.”

In the mere moments that I’ve been crouched by the tree the sky has darkened and rain drops have begun. As I word vomit to Alex I can’t stop the breathe catching sobs that quickly take over my overwhelmed state. “Alex- I don’t know what to do”

“Hey. Y/n i need you to take a few deep breaths ok sweetheart” I close my eyes and listen to his voice, “Do you have any idea where you are baby?” I sniffle a response together, “No, theres trees.. a lot of trees and there was a path of sand tint gravel, but it’s gone and theres a hill too.” “Okay baby I know where you are I’ll be there as fast as I can-stay on the phone with me alright?”

The rain is now heavy without any escape and the thunder and lightning fill the sky. Yet, his voice has somehow soothed me. I glance down at my screen for the first time in a while; which is now dusted with raindrops, “Alex, my phone its about to die-“

Dead. And now I’m alone again in the wild and freezing temperatures. My shirt sticks to my skin soaked completely as well as my jeans that weigh me down with the amount of water intake. All I can do now is wait.

-

I don’t know how much time has passed at this point. Definitely not as much as it feels. I’m scary cold, my body is becoming numb, and I’m tired. super tired.

My shut eyes spring open by the new noise of twigs snapping. “Y/N! Y/N!”

My heart swells- its Alex! His voice sounds harsh like hes been yelling for a while, “ALEX! I’m right here!”

I try to rise from my position underneath the tree but i fall flat on my hands and knees. It’s so dark at this point that I can only see the distant light that Alex carries with him.

It moves erratically and is accompanied by sounds evoked by Alex’s running through the muddied forest.

He is quickly in-front of me discarding his layers. As soon as his hoodie, jean jacket, and raincoat is off of him he is dressing me with urgent yet noticeably delicate movements. “How do you feel Y/n?” He speaks pulling the hood over my head, before he puts his beanie on my head I grab his hand and look him in the eyes, “Alex- I’m ok, leave the beanie just get us out of here, please,” Without skipping a beat I’m scooped up and whisked away cradled in his arms to the family’s good-ole chariot. The beat of his heart and strong arms, definitely from all the farm labour, calm me.

He sets me with the same delicate actions into the passenger seat. My shivering has slowed and before he can turn away I grab him by the back of his neck with both hands and kiss him. His body leans into the car; one hand is around my waist while his other is on the dash securing himself. Our wet lips crash against one another’s and we both quickly become panting messes.

I pull away and his own face follows mine keeping us an inch apart. “Thank you Alex- I’ve never… been lost like that,” He grins that smile that brings warmth to my cheeks and butterflies into my stomach, “Ofcourse you haven’t- ye’arent used to having forests to get lost in city girl.”