#ok long tags over. damn that was a lot

[aphelea]

somehow i feel like reading this book as someone who is very very far from being a keefe fan made it easier

[smutoperator]

Detention

Hong Eunchae x Male Reader

Tags: anal, bad cop, begging, daddy kink, dungeon, facial, (lots of) flogging, hole switcheroo, nipple clamps, punishment, teen, vibrator, virgin

Word count: 4020

Every time someone turns 18, they want to try something new that was once not allowed to them. It was no different for Eunchae, who had just got her driver's license.

Eunchae hopped in the car alongside her group leader, Chaewon, who would be instructing her. Both had taken a couple of drinks a few hours before as well but thought it was no big deal. However, things were about to change quickly.

A cop stopped the car Eunchae was driving. "Can you please show me your license?" you asked her. Eunchae started searching her pockets but couldn't find it, growing increasingly desperate. "I-I can't find it," she said.

"Sure, I'll check your alcohol levels too," you said, handing Eunchae a breathalyzer. She was shocked as she found out she was over the legal limit, feeling she was truly screwed. The teenager started crying, but you were merciless towards her. "You're under arrest," you announced to her, dismissing Chaewon shortly after as she passed her test.

Eunchae looked scared as you drove her to jail, detaining her in an individual cell. You kept looking at her tall, young body as she walked around the cell, pondering if she would be able to get bailed out without being involved in a scandal.

"How much do I have to pay to get set free?" Eunchae asked. You, however, just ignored her, checking the paperwork of her arrest. "Come on, I know you can hear me," she said. You finally got up and handed her a few papers. "I need you to sign this," you said.

"Can you explain to me what this paperwork is about?" Eunchae kept asking. "Damn, just sign it," you say, losing your patience and exiting the room. "Please, come back; don't leave me here," Eunchae begs.

"I'll sign it," Eunchae says as you return a couple of minutes later. "Good, that's what I wanted," you tell her. "Now, can you please get me out of here?" she asks. "Yes, but first I need you to take your clothes off," you tell her.

"Why is that necessary?" Eunchae asks. "I'm the one giving the commands; you just obey them, young brat," you say. "Fine," Eunchae says as she starts to strip herself, struggling as you handcuffed her during the arrest. "This is so frustrating," she says. "COME ON, TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, YOU FUCKING SLUT," you yell at her, getting mad.

Eunchae obeys and slowly strips herself down. "HURRY UP, YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG," you keep screaming. "You could help and take those handcuffs off me," she says. "Nah, that's not gonna happen," you tell her. "Now, take off your panties," you tell her.

"Ok, now what?" Eunchae asks. "Put your hands right here," you tell her, indicating an opening at the cell as you take her handcuffs off, staring at her naked teen body. "Put your hands behind your back, turn around, and put your ass over here," you keep commanding. Eunchae obliges. "Now spread your fucking ass for me," you keep ordering.

You pick up a butt plug and insert it in Eunchae's virgin asshole. It takes you a while as her tight butthole doesn't budge with the pressure of the object, but you finally manage to do it. "Ok, now put your clothes back on quickly," you tell her as Eunchae follows your orders, and you cuff her hands back again but release her from jail.

"Let's go to the room; I need to ask you some questions," you say to her. Eunchae is scared, fearing you'll do something bad to her. "Don't panic; if you behave well, you'll soon be free. Just be quiet," you tell Eunchae as you grab her face and open the doors of the room. However, as soon as she is in there, Chaewon calls her, and her phone rings loudly. 

"You had one rule and managed to violate it, such a fucking brat. Now you're going to the dungeon," you tell Eunchae. As she gets into the dungeon, you strip her naked, tying her body to a table while putting a gag in her mouth. She spots the signed photos of many idols, including her fellow groupmates. Her driver's license is on your desk, making her wonder if this was a set-up all along.

"I'm gonna punish you, young brat. All you had to do was follow my rule; now you'll face the consequences for being a bad girl," you tell Eunchae, looking at her face as you carry a whip in your hands. "Do you understand me?" you ask Eunchae, giving her naked ass a couple of spankings. Eunchae nodded positively as her mouth was covered.

"I don't think you had enough discipline; now I'm gonna teach you how to be a proper adult. Do you understand me?" You ask her, giving her ass a few more spankings. Eunchae agrees, but with the gag in her mouth, the words struggle to come out. "I WANT TO HEAR IT LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT," you scream at her.

"How much do you want me to spank you?" you ask Eunchae. "Say it," you continue as her words keep getting muffled. "A lot," you finally manage to hear what she said. "And what do you want me to do to you?" you keep asking. "I want you to fuck my virgin holes," she answers.

Hearing it drives you crazy. You spank Eunchae's ass multiple times. "That's what she wants, you fucking bitch, a good fucking punishment," you tell her, laying your hands all over her body. "You're such a good little girl learning a lesson and teaching you the fucking rules, do you understand?" you keep asking. "Yes," Eunchae answers. "That's what I want to hear," you say.

You bring an even larger whip to hit Eunchae. "Is that what you want? Should have followed the rules, slutty bitch," you tell her, hitting her body with multiple angles but focusing especially on her ass. "What do you say when I spank you?" you ask her. "You say, 'Thank you, Daddy," you quickly answer.

"Thank you, Daddy," Eunchae says, trying to make you hear it despite the mouth gag. "If you take your punishment well, I'll give you a present. Are you gonna behave?" you ask her. "Yes, daddy," she answers as you keep flogging her 18-year-old body, turning it red.

"I think that's good enough," you say, looking at Eunchae's body now full of your red marks. You bring a Hitachi vibrator and place it in her virgin pussy. "What do you say?" you keep asking. "Thank you, Daddy," she answers. "Louder," you say. "THANK YOU, DADDY," she screams. "Now, follow the rules and don't cum without my permission," you continue, increasing the speed of the vibrator.

Eunchae tries to resist as the vibrator heavily massages her pussy. "Don't fucking cum," you tell her, taking the gag out of her mouth as the massage only gets more intense, making Eunchae moan with the pleasure it gives her. "How does it feel?" you ask her. "It feels so good, Daddy," she answers. "How many times have you had one of those massaging your pussy?" you ask her. "A few times, Chaewon unnie has one, and sometimes I borrow it to masturbate while she's away," Eunchae answers.

You spread Eunchae's tight pussy open, making it vibrate further. She moans, trying to resist as much as possible not to cum as you pick up the speed of your moves. Some juices leak out of her teen cunt. "Let me put you right on your fucking clit," you say, spanking her as well. "Thank you, Daddy," she says. 

"I think I'm being too nice to you; what do you think?" you ask Eunchae. "I don't know," she answers. "You don't know? Well, looks like you need more discipline," you say, hitting her with a whip. "Looks like you need some cock," you say. "Yes, daddy, my virgin pussy is aching for your cock," Eunchae answers.

"Say it like you mean it," you demand of Eunchae, shoving your clothed pants in her face. "I need your cock so bad, daddy," she answers, licking it. "LOUDER, BEG FOR YOU," you demand. "I NEED YOUR FUCKING COCK DEEP IN MY VIRGIN PUSSY," she screams shortly after.

"And what are you gonna do to get it?" you ask Eunchae. "Anything you want, daddy," she answers. "Okay, there you go," you say, putting a pair of clamps on her nipples. "Perfect, now I can give you some of that cock, but you better keep begging for it," you tell her.

"Please put that cock in my pussy, please," Eunchae keeps begging. You make it as hard as possible for her, shoving your dry shaft inside her virgin cunt. "Ahhhh, oh yeah," she moans as you go very slow, amazed at how tight her teen pussy is. "Tell me how it feels," you say to her. "So fucking good, daddy," she says as you slowly pick up the speed and grab her ass.

"Oh yes, you work my pussy so good, daddy, how does it feel to you?" Eunchae asks. "It feels so fucking tight; how does my big cock feel in it?" you reply, grabbing her hair. "Amazing, keep fucking and spanking me, daddy," Eunchae begs as your thrusts get faster and faster.

"Let me take this out," you say, taking a little break and removing the butt plug you placed inside her anus some hours ago. It struggles even more to get out just like it did to get in, but once it does, you can see her perfect virgin pink asshole and enjoy how small and cute it looks.

"Tell me how much you want that cock back; beg for it," you demand of Eunchae. "Please, Daddy, put it back in my pussy," she says. "Say it again," you tell her. "Please, put your cock in me," she replies. You got much faster this time. "Thank you, Daddy; keep spanking my ass," Eunchae begs. "Are you gonna fucking start listening to me? Oh fuck," you ask, but get interrupted by a groan as Eunchae's teen walls squeeze your fat cock hard. "You like that 18-year-old pussy a lot, don't you, daddy?" she asks.

"Oh yeah," you tell Eunchae. "Now I'll make you taste it," you continue, grabbing her head and fucking her face at full speed, making Eunchae choke hard on your dick. "Open those fucking eyes," you say as your cock gets deep in her throat and you treat her face like an onahole. "What do you say?" you ask every time she gags and you spank her ass. "Thank you, Daddy," she answers. "Then open your mouth," you continue, shoving your cock further balls deep in her mouth and covering her nose.

"You want more of this fucking cock?" you ask Eunchae as you grab her hair. "Yes, please, daddy," she begs as you jerk it off. You get back at fucking her pussy from behind. "Just like that, daddy, give it to me; it feels so fucking good," she says. You keep pulling her hair as you pound her teen cunt faster and faster, her ass completely red after so much spanking. "Is that what you want, young brat?" you ask her. "Ohhhh yeah, fuck my tight little pussy," Eunchae keeps begging as she answers you.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," you keep saying as you get deeper and deeper inside Eunchae's pink pussy. "Keep going; show me how much you like that pussy," she tells you. "Don't fucking move," you say as you give her clit some rubbing and keep pumping her teen cunt. Eunchae turns into a moaning mess. "Yes, daddy, you fuck that pussy so good," she keeps saying, her perky young tits bouncing and her cheeks getting clapped as your thrusts only get more intense. "Oh yeah, daddy, use that young pussy," she says, making you grow even more animalesque, fucking her like a bull and masturbating her clit hard. 

"May I please cum?" Eunchae begs as your big hands are all over her throbbing clit. You don't answer her question, just getting more and more committed to fucking her teen pussy harder and harder before finally answering. "Yes, cum all over my cock, you slutty brat," you say.

You slow down and let Eunchae's juices coat your cock. "Taste that fucking cum," you tell her when she's finally done, turning around and shoving your creamy cock in her young face. "That's it, open that fucking mouth, show me how much you enjoy that fucking cum," you say to her. "Thank you, Daddy," she says. 

You grab Eunchae's face and spit on her. "You want more of this fucking cock?" you ask. "Yes, daddy," she quickly answers. "You want it in your fucking ass too?" you keep asking. "Yes, please," she answers. "Then beg louder," you reply.

"PLEASE, DADDY, I WANT YOU TO USE ALL MY HOLES," Eunchae screams. "Beg louder," you command as you spank her butt. "PLEASE, PUT YOUR COCK IN MY ASS," she says. "Keep saying it," you continue. "Put it in me, in my ass, please," she keeps begging.

You shove your cock in Eunchae's butthole in one go, as the butt plug spread it enough for an easy slide. "Ouch," she moans as if she were stabbed. "Oh fuck," she keeps moaning as you punish her as if she was a veteran of anal sex like her unnie Chaewon, not a young girl who to this point had only inserted bananas and butt plugs up her asshole, but never a real cock.

"You like fucking my asshole, daddy?" Eunchae asks. "Yes," you say as you spank her butt. "How about you, bitch?" you reply. She answers positively, but you can clearly tell she's struggling with such a massive cock in her tiny teen asshole, especially with the speed you fuck it. "Don't move that fucking ass; you're getting fucking punished," you say to her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, rub that clit, please. Thank you, Daddy," Eunchae says as it gives her some relief from the fast and deep thrusts you give inside her ass. "Keep going, daddy, you play with my clit so good," she says. "Oh, fuck yes, there you go; look at that ass getting stretched out by that big fat cock," you say, picking up the speed further. "FUCK," Eunchae screams as not even your hands in her clit can make her cope with the heat your cock puts in her asshole.

Luckily for her, you have some mercy and switch back to her pussy, but that doesn't change much, as Eunchae's holes are throbbing hard now. "OH FUCK YES," she screams as your cock goes back to pumping her cunt, losing no speed as it switches holes, staying at the same relentless pace.

"Back in your fucking ass," you say to Eunchae, at this point just toying with her teen holes. "Oh god, you're such a fucking tight slut," you say to her, clapping her cheeks and grabbing her hair. "OH DADDY, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD, THANK YOU DADDY," she screams. "Open that fucking mouth," you reply, stretching it as you fuck her. 

"Now taste your pussy and ass right there," you say, shoving your cock in her mouth one more time. "You want it back?" you soon ask. "Yes, I want it back in my holes, please," Eunchae answers. "Which hole do you want it?" you keep asking. "Anyone you want, daddy," she replies. "Give me an answer, bitch," you tell her. "I want you to keep fucking my ass," she says. "Say it again," you say. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS, DADDY," she screams.

You give Eunchae's ass very heavy poundings. "Fuck yes, put that fucking ass up," you demand. "You like the way my asshole feels on your cock?" Eunchae asks. "Yes, it's so fucking tight, such a tasty little 18-year-old ass," you say as you spank her butt for the hundredth time.

"I want you to fucking cum like the slut you are," you tell Eunchae. "Yes sir, keep fucking my ass like that and I'll cum hard for you," she answers. "You better fucking cum on that cock or I'm gonna punish you," you say, picking up the speed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, OH FUCK," Eunchae moans as her asshole keeps getting stretched out. "Keep going; that feels so fucking good, ahhhh, yeahhh, ohhhh, thank you, daddy," Eunchae moans as you can't stop fucking her ass.

You pull out of Eunchae's ass and pick back the vibrator. "You're gonna cum all over it, do you understand?" you demand as you shove it on her pussy. "Yes, daddy," she answers. You massage her clit hard with it. "Right there," Eunchae says. "May I please cum?" she asks. "CUM," you give her a positive answer, letting her leak a lot of juices all over the table she's tied up to.

You quickly take advantage of Eunchae's weakness and shove your cock in her cunt. "Yes, please, put your cock back in my pussy," she begs. "FUCK, DADDY, I WANNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, YES, YES, YES, USE MY PUSSY, USE ALL MY FUCKING HOLES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," she screams. "Yes, perfect," you say as you spank her ass and Eunchae cums all over your cock. "Keep that ass up," you continue.

Eunchae takes the little time you give her to breathe, but soon you flip her body around and start spanking her pussy. "I want you to beg again for my cock," you tell her. "I need your cock, need it in my fucking pussy so bad," she says as you put the vibrator back in her pussy. "Keep begging," you tell her. "I want your cock," she says. "It feels so good," she continues as the vibrator massages her clit. "More, you can beg better than that," you say, increasing the speed of the vibrator. "Give me your cock; I need it in my pussy, please, please, please, please," she continues, but you still ignore her pleading.

Eunchae tries to stretch her hands and jerk your cock off as she keeps begging for your cock. "Say it every time I hit you," you tell her, whipping her body. "I want your cock, I want your cock, I want your cock," she repeats countless times. "That's better," you tell her. "Is that what you want?" you ask, shoving it in her pussy. "Yes, thank you, Daddy," she answers.

You fuck Eunchae as you put the vibrator in her clit alongside it. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, ALL OVER MY CLIT," she screams. "YOU LIKE THAT, YOU FUCKING SLUT?" you ask her as you spank her face. "Yes, daddy, it feels so fucking good. Thanks for fucking me, daddy. Thanks for using my holes," she replies.

You switch back to Eunchae's ass. "Oh fuck, nice and slow," she begs, already completely wasted as the vibrator makes her clit throb further and further. "Yeah, yeah, just like that," she begs. "I want you to cum in my fucking cock again," you say to her. "Please, daddy, may I please cum all over that cock?" she begs. You spank her face. "Right there, right in my clit, FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Eunchae says.

"CUM ALL OVER IT, BITCH," you say, picking up the speed as you fuck Eunchae's ass and grabbing her waist. "Oh yeah," you say as she squirts all over your cock. But you don't stop, getting addicted to her teen holes and quickly moving to her pussy again. "OH FUCK, THAT FEELS GOOD, DADDY," Eunchae moans. "Oh yeah, sure it does," you say to her. You now just toy with her holes, switching from pussy to ass from time to time while hitting her face and her tits, treating Eunchae like a fucktoy as you choke her. "Don't get loud, you bratty bitch," you say, rubbing her clit hard and spanking her whole body with that whip.

"Thank you, Daddy, for using me like that," Eunchae says. You fuck her pussy hard, enjoying your cock bulge under her young belly. Then you switch to her ass and choke her harder than ever. The switcheroo keeps going, Eunchae's whole body getting redder and redder, her rolling her eyes and struggling to breathe as you grab her neck with full force and rub her clit. "Please, daddy, rub my fucking little clit; you're gonna make me cum again," Eunchae moans as she gets completely overwhelmed by your moves in her cunt and her clit. "Fuck, just like that," she says.

"Is that what you fucking want?" you ask Eunchae. "Yes, daddy, but I want your cum too," Eunchae answers. "Then beg for my cum," you reply, spanking her face and keeping your fingers all over her clit, playing a lot with it. You spank her pussy and switch back to her ass, fucking it as hard as possible while you choke her. "I want you to make me cum with that fucking ass," you tell Eunchae as you pump it hard, her struggling hard as you have fucked her for nearly half an hour at this point. "You like that fat pussy too?" she asks as you pinch her clit while fucking her ass. "I like you shutting your fucking mouth, you bratty slut," you answer her.

Ass to pussy, pussy to ass, you keep switching, much to Eunchae's enjoyment. "Use my holes, Daddy; pick whatever you want," she begs as you fuck both of them really hard. Her face is now completely red from all the spanking and choking. "I want your cum," Eunchae begs. "Look at this bitch showing her true colors," you say.

"I want your cum all over my face," Eunchae begs as she gets choked and pounded. "Use my holes, use my fucking pussy, use them for your pleasure," she keeps begging. "Open your mouth wider; show me how much you want that cum," you command. But then Eunchae says the words that finally push you over the edge.

"I want you to cum all over my pretty little 18-year-old face," she says. As soon as you hear it, you pull your cock out of her cunt and ejaculate all over her face, covering her full of sperm like a good teen slut. Eunchae sticks her tongue out as she gets glazed, getting herself full of cum from her hair to her chin, kissing your cock as she thanks you for one final time. "Are you gonna start following the rules now?" you ask her. "Yes, daddy," she replies as you slap your cock in her face.

"You're free now," you say to Eunchae. "Thank you, Daddy," Eunchae says. But as soon as she is ready to get out of the dungeon, another girl arrives and catches both of you.

"Looks like she had a lot of fun," Chaewon says as she looks at Eunchae's face completely covered with your semen. "Sure she did," you tell her.

"Let me see how she tastes, hmmmm, delicious," Chaewon says, putting her mouth on your cock and tasting it as it's still full of your cum and Eunchae's juices. "You know, I think we should give her some extra training," she continues.

"Like what?" you ask.

"Let her learn some new positions and turn her into a proper slut," Chaewon says. "Are you ready, Manchae?" she asks her.

"Yes, unnie," Eunchae answers.

"Then sit your ass on his cock," Chaewon commands, and Eunchae obliges, following her unnie's instructions. "Lock her legs; let's see if this slut can take a full nelson," Chaewon instructs you.

"Oh fuck," Eunchae screams as soon as she's completely immobilized. "AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she starts screaming as you resume pounding her ass under Chaewon's watch.

"Let me make this a little harder," Chaewon says, getting out of both your sights as she switches clothes while you keep fucking Eunchae, returning with a strap-on attached to her waist.

"Let's see if she can take this in her pussy too," the naughty unnie says.

"FUCKKKKKKKK," Eunchae screams, and her second round at the dungeon is just beginning.

[mikamii25]

Hiiii, I’ve been thinking about headcanons for Mr. Scarletella and Mr. Silver (separated) if they somehow followed us back to the human world. Like, there’s no way these two could handle basic things without needing to hide their forms, right? I can totally see them ending up as malewives. Imagine the absolute chaos of them trying to adjust while also being ridiculously over the top about it. I’d love to get some headcanons of them in that scenario! ♡

HELP YOUR TOTALLY RIGHT. How would they even get around 😭

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Ok, so Mr Scarletella would DEF be a malewife. I mean, he’s literally so down bad for you. I have a feeling he’d never really leave your apartment. Unless it’s to stalk you when you leave.

he’d definitely would ask for you to teach him some stuff. He wants to know how to properly communicate to express his love to you. So you’d probably spend most of your day teaching him how to speak English (or whatever language you speak)

he would most likely bang his head on some door frames while trying to get around in your apartment, since he’s so tall.

it would be SUCH a struggle to find some clothes for him. You don’t want him to be in the same outfit every day, but his legs are to damn long, you can barely find any clothes that fits him (T^T)

he loves to pick you up into his arms (I don’t make the rules here) since your definitely very short compared to him. You’re literally as light as a feather to him.

it would probably be hard to fit him in your bed, but you’d eventually find a way. Probably spoon you from the back. Bro is a big spoon 1000% (since he’s so damn big)

would never shut up about him much he loves you and is grateful that you took him with you 🙏

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I don’t really know much about Mr sliver so this one is definitely short.. 😭

omg, let me tell you, Mr sliver would 100% be a People watcher. He try and learn lots about humans to try and understand them better. especially you.

He’s very interested in learning more about you. He could observe your behaviors all day. He really just loves to watch you! Especially while you’re sleeping. He likes the sweet look on your face as you are deep in sleep. So blissfully unaware of his staring.

you’d definitely have to stop him from leaving your apartment like no one wants to see a 7 foot tall man staring at them in public so you keep him in your apartment so he doesn’t scare anyone lol. It’s ok tho! He could never scare you!

he also very much likes to cuddle with you, SPECIALLY spooning you from behind! He really likes to just place his chin on the top of your head <3

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GAHHH HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!! Btw tags for other people that pretty much requested the same thing: @budijojo @chomichomas @mrwhitequeen

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Burdened — L. Howlett

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on this request!!!!

CW/Tags: not proofread bc I literally finished this at 5am 😭, Logan is an ASS, a lot lot of feelings, lowk heavy angst I THINK, no use of Y/N, don't like don't read.

A/N: @rambosgirl Ily girlie I really enjoyed writing this :33 I AM SO INSANELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG !!!!!!! Also while writing the ending of this my Spotify Smart Shuffle fucking played First Love/Late Spring by Mitski and I swear it knows how fitting it is bro wtaf ok LAST statement but like this is my first 1K+ word fic are you guys proud of me :33 I'm starting this at like 3am so don't bully me if the ending doesnt' make sense ok byeeeeeeeee

WC: 1.6K (get comfy guys) / Navigation

It was unnecessarily irritating. And frankly really, really fucked up.

Anytime you turned your back from a seemingly butterfly-inducing interaction with Logan, you found him all over Jean as if he wasn’t just chatting you up four minutes ago.

Jean Grey was—from what you’ve surveyed over your time at the mansion—not really phased, despite her somewhat established relationship with Scott. She was intelligent and good-natured, flashing you sickeningly sweet smiles in the corridors and occasionally complimenting your outfits as if hers weren’t twice as stunning.

But every time you spotted Logan gazing down at her with the look you thought he’d reserved for your eyes only, the image of perfection the redheaded telepath had materialised in front of you dissipated like a glass of ice left to liquefy under the scorching sun.

Because she never pushed him away, and she was so clearly inevitably attracted, whether she displayed it or not. It was virtually written all across her sharp features, and you knew the same was scripted all over your own when speaking to Logan.

That dip your heart made every time you saw the two’s chemistry from afar; it wasn't just blatant jealousy. 

It was deeper.

It was nastier.

It clung to your insides like a weight you couldn't possibly shake off. The constant sense that you were just a swift distraction, a momentary diversion from the real object of his desire. 

It ate you up from the inside out and exhausted you to no end.

When Storm or Rogue cautiously approached you and tried to console you, you shrugged it off as if it was some uncomplicated highschool sweetheart drama. They knew damn well it wasn’t. Your conflicting feelings for Logan were gradually making you lose yourself— your well-built dignity. You were slowly but surely morphing into someone you didn’t even recognise. Someone who accepted being second best without any contemplation.

All for a man who was immortal. All for someone who presumably considered you a fleeting paragraph in his primitive life while he was an entire novel in yours.

You wanted— needed to locate yourself in the vast body of water which was your feelings. You needed your sense of self-worth to reappear by a miracle, nevertheless, you knew it would take immense time and exertion to track it back down.

But in a wretched attempt to do so, you settled on a fairly elaborate plan and started disregarding each one of Logan’s advances. Suddenly, you conveniently had somewhere else to be every time he approached, you pulled back and overlooked his easy smiles along with the playful banter you practically used to feed off of.

At first, it felt as if you were reclaiming some of your power, spotting his perplexed looks in your peripheral vision as you wandered off to God knows where. But of course, everything you did came back to bite you in the ass. If anything, it only made the truth clearer. He barely even noticed, and if he did, he didn’t give a single shit.

And Jean? She remained unbothered, untouchable— flawless, even. You were the mastermind of this whole game, yet you were the only one losing.

After a particularly humiliating stretch of witnessing Logan and Jean’s shared giggles and stolen looks from across the table, you ultimately found your resolve. Alcohol really was liquid courage, because after a few drinks and several stabs of food, you closed in on them lounging on the couch post-meal. 

Logan’s bare arm was extended across the back of the grimy cushions behind Jean like some kind of cheesy rom-com, cowlicks a prominent silhouette against the weak flickering of the television. But no matter how much you resented them— her, you would never even come by the opportunity to be in the redhead’s position.

“Howlett,” you enunciated, voice sharp enough to slice through the ambient noise like a shard of glass.

Howlett. No other soul could call him that without repercussions. Aside from you. That was why you felt so unique, so distinct from the others, that was the crumb of specialty you were desperately clinging on to.

He shifts to glance over his shoulder, a spark of recognition igniting within him at the sound of your voice—not missing the shred of urgency concealed beneath it. “Hm? What's up?”

You hesitate with your next words, intently but subtly taking in his scruffy features in the dimmed lighting for what felt like it could be the final time. Because after this, you knew for a fact neither one of you could view each other in the same way. You were the one who let him under your skin, you were the one who had to tear him out, and it unfortunately was an agonisingly slow process.

“We need to talk.”

Four words. Yet, it still gave you the sensation of several weights placed upon your back; the unavoidable impending argument, manipulation spat right into your face, and the most dreaded of all, how circumstances would be after tonight.

His expression stiffened mildly as he reluctantly got up from the couch, aged leather groaning beneath his weight. The sensation of Jean abruptly invading the back of your mind was extremely unsettling and even though she appeared unphased, she, without a question, detected your abnormal uneasiness and was gingerly flicking through your thoughts.

Which was apprehensive, to say the least.

Logan fell into step with you as you departed from one of the many doddering living rooms, proceeding to a more secluded space nearing the obnoxious stairs in front of the grand entryway, mansion almost bizarrely silent with all the kids asleep. Jean wasn’t in your head anymore, but she undoubtedly already knew your objectives to the script.

You halted and so did Logan, weight finding its position set upon the auburn wood of the stairs. 

He eyed you with undivided attention. Your stomach threatened to do a fucking flip despite the conditions, the look nearly making you scrap all of this and go right back to being his side piece regardless of the anguish it put your mind through. But you dug your heels in, the clearing of your throat echoing sharply off the vacant walls.

You square your shoulders and tilt your chin up boldly, aiming to stand your ground. “What the hell am I to you? Because from what I see and a whole lot of other people do, I’m just an afterthought. Filler for the gaps Jean left open. Care to elaborate on that, Howlett?” 

He sighed, glancing at the wall behind you as if he was already fed up. “It’s not like that, bub. You’re makin’ it bigger than it is.”

Your blood scorched at the casual dismissal. Your voice inevitably rose but doesn’t go over a whisper, “Don’t patronise me, Logan,” you scoff. “I’m not some stupid kid with a stupid crush, so don’t let your ego get out of hand. I’ve watched you get all up on her, and then come to me when she’s got a class. Do you even fucking hear yourself?” 

His jaw stiffened, his own frustration growing. “You really think it’s that easy? I never asked you to get involved. You know how it is with me and her. You don’t get how fucked my life is, it’s your own fuckin’ fault things got messy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go sulk somewhere else, I don’t give a shit how crappy your life is. It doesn’t take much to be a decent fucking human!— mutant, whatever. I’m not gonna let you come crying to me when things don’t work out with Jean. I’m worth more than that. You can’t see that, it’s your damn problem, not mine.”

He was visibly trying to find his footing, and you took it as an opportunity to carry on, “It’s not my fault this got sloppy. You can’t just invite a woman for a nice drive and end up throwing her out the door a moment later. You knew damn well what you were doing to m—” 

“You don’t know what I gotta deal with every day. It’s difficult. I never wanted it to get like this. You were the one overthinkin’ it.”

You shook your head forcefully, exasperation boiling over. “I don’t give a fuck, Logan— stop hiding behind that, you don’t even remember half of your damn life! It’s not messy, it’s cruel. I’ve had my own trouble, but I don’t use it as an excuse to hurt people who care about me. Don’t put all of it on my back.”

He opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off. “Don’t. Don’t say anything. I’ve dealt with you for half my time here. I’ve had enough of your bullshit.” A flash of remorse graced his eyes but it didn’t do a thing. 

“I’m not your backup plan. I’m not waiting for you to look at me the way you look at Jean. I deserve someone who doesn’t just act like they give a shit. I’ve made my choice and you’ve made yours. I’m done. Goodnight, Howlett.”

With a harsh turn of your heel, you walked away with a heavy heart. But your head was clear for the first time in months, your shoulders were lighter, and the clarity you felt nearly blew your veins out. It would be painstakingly tough to face him tomorrow morning, but you knew you would get over it eventually.

Also i just realised in the morning Washing Machine Heart works WAYYy better but it's whatever I guess 😮‍💨

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Save A Horse, Ride a Cowboy✨

SURPRISE SMUT!

This isn't a full story but just some Luci dialogue I came up with after I saw @bat-boness Cowboy Lucifer, specifically the doodle because GOD DAMN, I'M GONNA SAVE THE HORSE POPULATION SINGLEHANDEDLY, I'LL BE HIS COWGIRL

Edit: tagging @nayomi247 because it was your beautiful request!!

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

No summary, Lucifer is just...PACKING some heat hehe~

Warnings: 18+, smut, size kink kind of, p in v

"It's ok baby, t-take your time...mmnh fuck...you f-feel so good, love. Gonna l-let me stretch you out? Just relax, I-I've got you. Slow and gentle now..."

"T-that's it, almost there...shh, shh I know sweetheart, i-it's a lot, I'm sorry, you're doing so well...ssshhhhiiittt, so tight..."

"There you go, good girl...you're alright, i-it's ok, just breathe. Stay there as long as you need to, I-I can wait. Promise I won't move until you say so. Look so pretty like this, darling, bottomed out on cock..."

"S-So fucking tight...a-are you alright? Do you need to stop?" *you start to grind your hips on him slowly* "F-FUCK, h-holy shit...hnng, y-you're gonna kill me, sweetheart..."

"N-Need to move, please love, I-I can't hold it, please let me move...p-please" *you nod, he starts slowly rutting into you* "G-God, you're so fucking wet, you fit me perfectly..."

"You're doing s-so well, angel, taking all of me, what a beautiful sight...gonna f-fill your tight cunt so g-good, fill you up to the brim...keep going baby, I-I'm so close f-fuck...please don't stop..."

"fuckfuckFUCK g-gonna cum, love, p-please don't stop, s-so good...so good for me HNNG-AAH"

*you feel his hot ropes cum filling up your insides, your own orgasm crashing over you as well, practically milking his cock as your wall pulsate around him*

*he leans his head against your shoulder as you both attempt to catch your breath* "T-That was...fuck...that was amazing...you're amazing. If you give me a minute, we can go again...what do you say, my love, up for round 2?~"

[wosov]

A chaotic call up

A call up wouldn't be a call up for our kid without some chaos!

Your call up came on a random Thursday evening. You had had a productive and entertaining day at training which ended with you nutmegging Beth Mead and promptly running away whilst she yelled a phrase you knew you were not allowed to repeat at home around Leah. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention…

I live with Leah Williamson. It wasn’t planned at all though. You had received word from your agent that Arsenal wanted you for their first team. It was a no brainer for you as you currently played for a team that hadn’t ever qualified for the WSL yet. The only problem being your age. Well that and your father. He was your biggest supporter, don’t get it wrong but he was also in the Royal Air Force and during the preparations for the move down to London for your playing career, he received a letter that he was to be posted somewhere in New Zealand. 

So, you ended up in the care of Leah Williamson which turned out to be a lot different than what you were anticipating. You had visions of being able to tag along to cool events as a plus one and perhaps stealing some very cool clothes from her wardrobe. Ok maybe you were reaching a little with your expectations, but what you hadn’t expected was for her to be as strict as your father but in a sort of comforting and caring way. You guessed it was because you were no longer walking on eggshells in your own home. When you lived with your father he was very strict but also didn’t care in a fucked up way. The only thing he cared about was whether you got into trouble either with the police or at school. And if you showed any amount of disrespect then he had no problems using his power to put you back in place. He didn’t care what you got up to in your free time or what grades you got at school (if you turned up)  as long as you were staying in your place. You believed it was because your brother was already serving a prison sentence and he was just worried you would end up like him, but that’s a story for another day. 

Your call up, which by the way did come at a very inconvenient time as you were attempting to master a very complicated FIFA skill move in your bedroom surrounded by mountains of clothes yet to be folded and put away and unopened textbooks that were living vicariously stacked on top of your desk. You groaned at first, from your cocoon in your bed. A bed that you hadn’t moved from since you and Leah had gotten in from training. At first you were content to let it ring out (never being a fan of talking on the phone) but a shout from downstairs snapped you out of your bed rot as it were. 

“Kid, I swear answer your damn phone now!” Leah yelled from the kitchen with a smirk on her face, knowing just what was coming your way after a conversation with Sarina regarding her own call up and captain duties on how to deal with the newer players - you. 

You groaned in annoyance, not knowing why Le was so adamant on you answering your phone. It’s not like anyone important rang anyway, the only other important person in your life who you don’t live near was your father. And you only received letters from him anyway, something about national security you guessed. But you rolled over to grab the shrieking electronic object buried in your duvet cover and answered it with a funny one line you had seen on tiktok. 

“Kiddos mortuary and taco stand, where yesterday's grief is today's beef. What can I get started for you?” You proudly stated whilst trying not to laugh. Although, what you weren’t expecting to happen was for Sarina Wiegman to answer the phone.

“Hello? Is this Y/F/N, this is Sarina Wiegman calling on behalf of the England women’s senior national team. Is now an ok time to talk?”

That quickly took the proud smile off your face as you swallowed hard and attempted to be as professional as possible - which still isn’t that professional really. 

“Miss Wiegman, I mean Sarina, I mean Ma’am, wait Boss um…” you stammered out and quickly took the phone away from your ear to take a deep breath whilst formulating a plan to regain some dignity. “Sarina, so lovely to hear from you! I think we may have had some interference on the line but I think that’s all fixed now?” You hoped it was a good enough lie to cover you, and to either your luck or her professionalism (probably the latter) she spoke no more of it. 

Hello Y/F/N, as I said before, I am ringing on behalf of the England women’s national senior team and would like for you to join us at our training camp in preparation for the Euro’s. 

At this point, you could’ve sworn your stomach fell out of your body but by the way you were still breathing, that seemed unlikely. 

“Hello? Hello, are you still there, Y/F/N.” 

You didn’t ignore her, you really didn’t but you couldn’t find your voice to respond to her which is why Leah appeared in your bedroom. If you weren’t so consumed with trying to regain some kind of dignity and composure, you probably would have questioned how she knew to come into your room and how she got there so quickly from seemingly being in the kitchen. But you were too relieved to care. 

“Hey Sarina, yeah it’s me. No no, the kid is just a little” she took one glance at you in a stunned state before carrying on with her sentence “preoccupied right now. Yep I will be able to explain everything about camp beforehand, that’s not a problem. Alright that’s all sorted, we will see you then! Bye Sarina, lovely to talk to you again.” Leah spoke with such a fluid composure in contrast to you who had somehow, in your panicked state, managed to dodge your ‘floordrobe’ (as you put it) and ended up in the foetal position under your desk. Leah quickly hung up your phone and moved over to you in a controlled manner, careful not to spook you and crouched down slowly. 

“Hey kid, you all good under there?” Leah spoke as she moved her arms out to try and ground you. 

“Did uh, what I mean I uh umm” you stuttered out not realising you were missing vital parts of your sentences. 

Leah responded with a chuckle “What was that kiddo, you're missing out a few words there”

“Sarina she she she” you managed to stutter out “England me I” you were currently deep breathing trying to get your heart back to a sane rhythm. “Me play, England play football, Euros me play” you spluttered out whilst Leah just looked amused at your current state. 

“Really kid, I cannot believe that” she spoke with some amused sarcasm lacing her voice whilst you just looked like you were having some sort of existential crisis. 

Several minutes later, your face had regained some colour and your heart had reverted back to your normal rhythm. And you were still in disbelief, questioning Leah at every opportunity still believing you were a part of some well planned out joke. 

“So England wants me? Like me me??” you questioned Leah as you sat on the sofa. 

“Kiddo for the hundredth time, yes! Sarina called you up didn’t she?” she spoke whilst cleaning up the kitchen in preparation for some of your future teammates to join for a takeaway/game night. 

“I just, why me Le” you sighed out. “I’m not even that good to be on the under 18s let alone the actual fucking senior team!” you spoke out with frustration seeping out. 

“Woah woah kiddo, some big words coming from you hm. I will forgo the swearing consequence this time as I believe we have bigger things to talk about right now yeah?” she spoke firmly as she moved across to the sofa to sit opposite you on the coffee table, taking your hands into hers. “First of all, you deserve the call up ok, you are such a hard worker and such an amazing talent. You put in the graft and you are getting the recognition. Sarina doesn’t just call up anyone and she called you up which obviously means you do deserve it and I will not hear any different! I can guarantee that if you asked any of the Arsenal girls or any of your future teammates for England, they will tell you the same thing.” Leah spoke with such caring conviction as she wiped a rogue tear from your cheek. 

“Now c'mon, we have tidying to complete before chaos arrives” she said with a smile which massively contrasted your groan in response to her statement, wondering how she could sound so upbeat at the prospect of tidying. 

based on a request I got for our chaotic kids call up

please please send in requests or anything you wanna see!! it gives me so much encouragement to write

[just-another-author-i-guess]

so like, I don't know the extent of what you write, but if you're ok with it, smutty/spicy head canons for Marshall x Reader? or, alternatively, if you don't write that stuff, first date HC? 💛

Anything for you <3 I’ve been wanting to make a smut for him for soooo long so dw about it

Tags: fem! Reader, smut, obviously, blood, general vampire stuff?, semi-public sex, also they do it unprotected, don’t do that irl pls, Marshall has a big dick 😊✋, this is not nearly as bad as my Judd smuts dw, I wanted to write minors dni but who am I kidding they’re gonna read this anyways 🧍🏻

Summary: idk, porn?

Author’s note: I have returned! Ngl I’ve been thinking of this request for so long, I was so giddy to write it lol 🤭🤭 I hope it’s okay, I feel like I need to work more with Marshall as a character lol but nonetheless I really enjoyed writing this. Eat up, children!

Marshall smut headcannons

Word count; 2,6K

Smut under the cut!

He is SUCH a tease, omg 

Will tease you for hours, days if he’s in the right mood for it 

(which is most of the time, because he’s a little shit) 

He will act so coy about it as well; getting you to the brim of an orgasm MULTIPLE times or touching you in a way that he knows will turn you on and then just,,, get up and leave 

Oh, just a moment ago he was grinding you on his thigh and whispering the lewdest of lewd things into your ear? Too bad, now he’s up and going to get ice cream from the mart 

He loves to tease you in public too, more than anything in fact 

You’re drinking tea with Prince Gumball? Marshall got bored and thought it was funny to shove his hand under your skirt and into your panties, only to loudly point out how flustered you are 

Would go; “Oh, jeez. Y/n you don’t look so fresh, you okay there, babe?” 

If his cold fingers gently rubbing your clit didn’t feel so damn good, you’d definitely have kicked him 

Instead, though, you clasp a hand over your mouth and nod vigorously 

“Y-yes! Marshall, I’m just fine. Thanks,” You’d grit out, but the rest of your audience would find it hard to believe 

Gumball, bless the man, would insist you lay down for a while and grant you a guest room in the castle 

Bingo. Marshall’s plan fell through exactly how he wanted it to 

The Prince would quickly find out you’re fine, though, when the both of you return like 20 minutes later with mussed hair and you sporting a few bite marks that definitely weren’t present before 

Gumball would scold Marshall more than you, calling him something along the lines of “a hungry wild beast” while just telling you he thought you were better at controlling your urges lmfao 

Marshall is definitely quite the exhibitionist, however 

The two of you have fucked everywhere, all places in Aaa you could think off 

Unfortunately for Gumball, that means his castle has been subject to this quite a lot since he’s got A TON of secret rooms 

Marshall is more respectful at Fionna and Cake’s house though, he only convinced you to do it so much at the Candy Kingdom because he likes pissing Gumball off 

But on the topic of Marshall’s exhibitionism, he really likes getting you to be loud too 

It’s almost like he wants to be caught 😀✋

He’ll drag you around a corner or to the bathroom of a dingy bar or something and make you scream louder than you ever have in your life 

This is not so much a problem in the Nightosphere (yes, you have fucked there too) because I imagine there’s a lot of screaming sounds going on there anyways 

And either way, no one would dare disturb their Prince in his,, private activities 

He’d also really like to drink your blood while fucking 

Usually, he barely asks for it, only if he’s very sick or wounded because otherwise he just drinks the color of red 

But when he’s buried inside you and your nails are scratching up his back, he feels just that tad bit more animalistic 

Sometimes he won’t even ask ): 

Only because he knows you know he would never genuinely hurt you 

But if he’s already kissing and lapping at your neck, it’s soooo hard not to go that extra mile and sink his teeth in 

And your blood is heavenly to him 

Much better than drinking colours all the time fr

Ngl, your period would be love making season for him 

Sometimes, just the faintest smell of your blood is enough to get him sporting a boner 

But when it’s coming from you so steadily and from a place he already loves burying his face and nose in? Man’s a goner 

Please just,,, let him eat you out 🙏

He doesn’t even understand how you could find it gross, when it’s literally free blood he can drink from you without puncturing your skin 

He also LOVES making you cum, and get that taste of your blood mixed with cum.. mmm delicious 🤭🤭

Honestly, he kinda acts like he’s in heat on the week of your period 

But yk, orgasms makes the cramps go away, or so they say 

So take it like a champ lol 

He’ll fuck you in his bed, mostly 

His couch is kinda stuffy and hard bc he never uses it, only you and sometimes your friends when they come over does 

His bed is also nice and large, very good for violent vampire sex 

But let me present to you, an even better option; his bed in the Nightosphere 

Idc his mom tries ok, and has a bedroom set up for him there 

And it’s decorated very posh and such, but the bed is even better for a good round of fucking 

No okay but he rarely takes you there because when he does his mom is bugging the two of you for grandkids so hard— 

I’m honestly not sure if it’s even physically possible, but hey, his mom just wants a cute little grand baby 🫶🫶

Anyways 

As I stated before, Marshall is a man who thoroughly enjoys foreplay 

He’ll have you writhing and gasping before even filling you with his dick; 

His head was hung low, eyes focused on the spot where your bare pussy was dragging against the denim of his jeans. He tensed his thigh, corners of his mouth quirking up as he caught sound of your breath hitching.

You sniffled, softly whining his name and trying to rut yourself faster against him.

He looked up fully, fangs escaping his complacent smile and gently resting on his lower lip 

“Wow. You’re so greedy, baby,” He ‘tsked’, playfully scolding you. 

His hands kept their iron grip on your hips, rocking you back and forth slowly and dictating exactly how much pressure you got to feel on your throbbing clit each time 

You tried to glare at him, but then suddenly he was bouncing his leg and your glare became a sultry pout as you cried out for him 

Unusually, you were sitting on his couch this time around 

He had started by tricking you into watching a movie, clearly with other intentions in mind, but you fell right into his trap and happily obliged when he pulled you to his lap 

Cold breath ghosted over your neck as he had slowly inched his fingers into your sleeping shorts, edging you until you were completely cross eyed and just about to cum only to pull away and situate you on his thigh instead 

He had turned you around to face him, so he could observe your pitiful expressions as he kept giving you more but never enough 

He thoroughly enjoyed it, and now you had been subject to his cruel torture for nearly two hours 

He continued bouncing you, leaning in to get a long sniff of your neck 

You felt his long, wet tongue lap up and down right in the crook of your neck and his already tight grip on your hips became bruising 

He groaned softly, fangs lightly scraping your soft skin 

“Not fair,” he slurred. “You smell so fucking good.” 

You pushed yourself more into him, hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his head to cradle him against your neck 

With your fingers gently treading through his black hair, you barely managed to whisper; “T-take what you need, then.” 

Well aware that Marshall had now also fallen for his own trap, he complied easily 

He lifted you slightly with his arm around your waist, settling you to now grind on the bulge in his pants instead as his two fangs pierced your skin 

The feeling of his straining, but clothed, cock against your core was enough to momentarily distract you from the warm pain and pinch of Marshall’s bite 

With one hand locked around your waist, the other came to the back of your head to angle you to his liking, leaving your lower half to its own devices 

Maybe he was right when calling you greedy, because you instantly took the opportunity to sit down on his crotch 

His clothed dick spread your folds slightly, the zipper of his pants pressing on your clit and you moaned loudly— finally getting enough stimulation 

Marshall’s pupils were blown wide as he lapped up your blood, clutching you to him as tightly as he could without breaking your back as he started rutting his own ups up into you 

If felt heavenly, you quickly got used to his fangs in your skin and the full throb became somewhat of a pleasant ache in your neck 

Too caught up in his meal, he barely noticed when you came all over his pants, slick coating your inner thighs and now spilling over his crotch as well 

You whined loudly as you came, panting out a never ending mantra of your boyfriends name and shuddering all over from the intense fell of it all 

You clawed at his scalp, desperate for some kind of stability as you finally came down a bit 

However, Marshall was still rutting into you, with no intention of stopping, keeping the fire in your belly raging even though you just came 

When he finally managed to pull away from your neck, lower face and cheeks smeared with blood, he wasted no time unbuckling his jeans 

You cried out in relief when he lifted you again, lining you up with his long, pale cock, completely stiff and leaking 

The drunkenly satisfied meal that escaped you when he finally nudged into you was music to his ears

After hours of waiting, you ached to feel him stretching your walls 

He shuddered at the feeling, too, your gummy walls always fit him so snuggly he was surprised he could even fit inside

Your previous orgasm along with the drawn out teasing had made you beyond sensitive, your head was spinning, mouth parting in delirious moans as you finally, finally felt the fullness of his dick inside you 

He hissed when you gently rocked yourself against him, walls fluttering around his cock. “Easy there,” he breathed, mouth returning to that smug smile he bore before, this time coated in blood. “Aren’t you gonna be a good girl?” 

You whined helplessly, hugging him to you and burrowing your face in the crook of his neck 

He felt you nod against him in confirmation, gently licking at his skin and biting at his shirt to keep yourself sane 

He leaned back on the couch, cradling you to his chest and starting a slow and torturous pace of his hips 

You moaned each time he buckled upwards, meeting his thrust with a desperate one of your own 

He breathed out a laugh. “You’re so goddamn wet, it’s all over my pants, sweetheart.” He commented condescendingly, nuzzling your hair with his bloodied face 

It got in your hair, it was also still leaking from your neck but you didn’t care 

All you could manage was a small huff in response against Marshall’s collarbone, clutching his T-shirt in your hands 

His statement was true, though 

You were absolutely leaking on his cock, it dribbled down his shaft, creating a small puddle underneath you on his pants and the couch 

Gently, you lifted your head to mouth at his neck, then his jaw 

“More.” You muttered, your voice cracked slightly and it came as a whisper, but you knew Marshall’s supernatural senses would pick up on it anyways 

He cackled in response. “You can handle more?”

Vigorously you nodded and before you could even register it, Marshall had you on your back on the couch 

You looked up at him hazily, fingers trailing the few marks you had left on his neck, all of which was already beginning to heal 

He leaned down to kiss you as he started pounding into you, making the couch shake and knock against the table besides it with each movement 

He hoisted your leg up, bringing the left one over his shoulder and dove into you deeper, enough to make you feel him all the way in your lower belly 

When he was done kissing you, leaving you breathless and your lips swollen, he nosed down your neck until he found his bite marks and resumed his feasting 

You tightened and fluttered around him, flailing as the liquid flames in your belly grew until they became almost unbearable 

You tried pleading with Marshall, but all that came out of your mouth was incoherent mewls of his name or loud moans 

He was close too, you could tell by the way he was clutching you, his demon-like nails had grown and was leaving small cuts and indents where he was holding you 

He groaned into you, deeply and animalistic and it vibrated through your whole body in the most pleasant of tingling sensations 

That was enough to tip you over the edge, and without warning you creamed on his dick, walls fluttering and constricting so tightly around him he almost found it hard to pull back out

He took a sharp intake of air, departing from your neck for only a moment to glance down and watch the way your pussy was milking him 

He moaned a little at the sight, licking his lips and picking up speed

You could only just lay there as his thrust became inhumane, you knew he was holding back when you two fucked, but it never failed to surprise you when he took use of some of his actual strength 

Something in the sofa cracked, the sound of wood splitting barely reaching your sex-drunk mind as Marshall fucked you rough and fast 

His own thrusts became somewhat sloppy as he used you to chase his end, he watched your face intently, eyebrows knitted in concentration 

When you finally opened your eyes, locking eyes with him and presenting him with the most fucked-out expression he had ever seen you hold, he came 

He didn’t bother to pull out, instead he held your hips tightly to his, releasing his load inside you 

You softly sighed in delight, body numb and heavy 

It took a while for him to pull out, but when he finally did, he went straight to nuzzling into you again 

He hugged you closely, supporting you against his chest as he sat up, lifted his hips and pulled his pants back up 

Marshall is surprisingly good at aftercare, I mean, after all that teasing he better be treating you right after 

He’s always very cuddly, and makes sure to clean you up properly after

He starts with you always, his own needs come in seconds after he’s done with you 

He’s looking at you all lovestruck and starry eyed too, with a goofy lil smile on his face, adorable 

He tugs you against him, preferably in his bed, and helps you clean up the puncture wounds with his tongue and a wet towel 

Awe, he’s so cute (,: 

He just wants to make you feel loved ���🥰

Especially cause he knows humans are not build for the kinda sex he’s build for, he’s always a bit scared he’s breached your limits too much or exhausted too much 

And I mean, yes, he has, but you thoroughly enjoy it so.. 

No okay I know I just said he’s soft in the post-but clarity, but sometimes he can also be a teasing little shit 

Depending on how loud he made you moan or how much he got you to embarrass yourself 

In the instance above, he’s pretty soft, but don’t be fooled, man’s is a demon after all 🫢

He’s so hot pls 🥲✋

He’s been needing his own smut for so long too oml,,, I hope you enjoyed it.

Sorry this is also not as fluffy as a first date thing would be, but if it’s something y’all want I could write something about that too. Thanks for the read! 🙏

[mischieffae]

After Hours | Loki x Fem!reader

Summary: Spending the majority of the evening working on an important business project, the two of you find release within the empty building's cubicles. Who knew that a time crunch could unleash all this pent up tension?

Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, fingering, squirting, rolled up sleeves (because that's a thing yes), half clothed sex, using the office desk inappropriately, hanging on with the tie for dear life

Word Count: 1,881k

Notes: This was supposed to be TVA Season 2 Loki. But it turned into corporate office AU. But you can still picture him as such. Listen, I have a thing for this type of scenario ok? I don't know jack shit about corporate but I do know a lot about smut, so that's all that matters. 😈

The soft ticking of your office's clock was driving you slowly mad, each little noise an irritating scratch against your brain. The computer screen's blue tint made your eyes burn with exhaustion. It was half past midnight, an absurd time to be still working on the company's reports but someone had to do it. Asgard Inc. didn't really care how it got done, but IF it got done. Thankfully your colleague Loki Laufeyson decided to tag along for the ride, most likely regretting his decision as you hear him sigh in boredom while typing away.

Maybe this would get you a raise? You highly doubt it. Perhaps a good ol' pat on the back, a gold star? Or a pizza party.

Speaking of food.

Your stomach grumbles in protest, a finger loudly clicking down on the mouse with enthusiasm as you finish your last line on the excel sheet. Tired hands lift to run across your eyes, totally forgetting about the 12 hour mascara that you're still wearing.

Fuck it.

You can hear a small chuckle from the cubicle next to yours, a rustling of feet sounding before a familiar head looks over the wall.

"You finished already? I think that's a new record you know."

Makeup smeared eyes raise towards his voice, your brows furrowing from the incoming headache. Why didn't he look as disheveled as you? He was here as long as you were, perhaps a couple hours more. And yet here he stood, hair still gorgeously intact, tie a bit loose but nothing tragic. Probably didn't even notice the time on the clock since he's had way more coffee than you. It wasn't fair.

"Record for the slowest report on Earth maybe. What about you speedy? You must've finished hours ago."

"Two, actually. Then I was just getting caught up on emails."

Of course he was. You give an eye roll with a groan, a wide smile forming on his face in victory. The two of you had made it a game that whoever would finish first when it came to reports, the loser had to buy the other coffee the next morning.

For you, this was strike five.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, this time was a lot for you."

Was that sarcasm dripping off his tone?

"Why are you even still here anyways? Trying to gloat and rub it in my face? Not going to work Laufeyson."

Loki slyly brought himself away from the other side of your cubicle to stand proudly in front of you. You forgot how tall he was, your throat bobbing slightly as your eyes noticed the one little detail that always seemed to unravel you.

Those damn sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing off those perfect forearms with small veins protruding off on them.

Shit.

"Now why would I do such an awful, terrible thing like that? I'm only here for moral support."

It was no secret that the two of you have been quite obviously attracted to one another, often sending each other small flirtatious signals that even a blind person could sense. Was it slightly embarrassing knowing that the whole company was aware of your devious attractions? Perhaps, but when it came to Loki you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore.

It also helped that he was a higher up. You were safe in that regard.

Your legs instinctually cross over one another, the fabric of your skirt rising to show a little more skin. Which, he was definitely eating this shit up.

"Why wouldn't you? It's in your nature, after all."

Oh, that seemed to get him. It was as if a switch had been turned on, the playfulness on his face morphing into a shade of desire that made your heart clench inside your beating chest. Suddenly you felt like a rabbit snared in a trap, the fox leaning forward to inhale the scent of timidness.

"Is that so? Hopefully a nature that you thoroughly enjoy.."

You didn't realize how close he was until a hand reached forward to ghost along your jaw, a finger curling around a loose strand of your hair.

There was no turning back now.

" .. - Always..."

Loki's mouth clenches slightly as he lifts you from your rolling chair with a swift movement, a strong hand resting on the dip of your back. The other, begins to hold the juncture of your throat and jawline tenderly. The twig has been snapped between the two of you, your eyes fluttering as he slowly leans inward to brush his cold lips against your own flushed ones.

"...Good."

The floodgates of desire finally thrust open, your mouths clashing together in a passionate slow dance. You swear you could hear a soft moan escape from his throat, your lips parting to allow his skillful tongue to wrap around yours. He tastes of fresh mint, and a slight taste of coffee beans, his cologne of crisp pine filling your nostrils in a heavenly aroma.

Gods you wanted to be devoured.

He pulls back with heavy breaths, lips pressing lewd kisses under the dip of your ear. You could hear his desire, his hot breath tickling your skin as you let him ravage your flesh. Shaking fingers lift to grab upon his leather belt for support, pulling towards your willing body in a desperate sharp motion. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath tickling your ear.

"If you want it, take it."

You swear he would be the death of you.

With a slight whine, your fingers quickly tug with annoyance as you unbuckle the belt, throwing the offending piece of clothing to the floor with a loud clank. Was he chuckling from your excitement?

Cheeky bastard. No matter, you'll have him singing a different tune soon enough.

You pull back to gaze into his eyes wantonly, a hand slithering inward to wrap around his hard length in triumph. Your hand begins a steady rhythm, twisting in just the right places as his hips roll into your grasp with a low pleasurable groan. A thumb presses upon his swollen head, his lashes fluttering against his high flush cheekbones. You could tell he was holding back and it made your heart flutter in excitement.

"What's that? Cat got your tongue so soon?"

Perhaps not the best thing to say in the moment, or perhaps it was. You couldn't decide. But he seemed to take your words as a challenge, his hand roughly moving yours out of his trousers before the other swept the items off your desk in one quick action.

Well that wasn't planned.

Loki's eyes are filled with mischief before he lifts your body to settle your back along the desk's surface, his hands moving to lift your skirt to settle upon your hips. Two can play at this little game.

"Not yet darling..."

His pupils are blown with lust, breaths releasing heavily past parting lips as his hands move to rub small circles on your hipbones. It causes your toes to curl in your heels, your back lifting upward to press into his grasp. There was a small silent plea in his eyes, and only you could ease the hesitance that stood before you.

"Then get on with it.."

If you could burn this memory in your head forever, you would. To see such a desperate man on his knees, his lips trailing along plush thighs while he lets your calves rest on his shoulders....it was almost too much. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers roughly move your soaked panties to the side of your apex, your throbbing sex on full display for his pleasure.

You swear you heard him say something, beautiful, exquisite, along those lines. But words mean nothing right now, only actions.

A cry you haven't heard before escapes your lips as his hot mouth finds your dripping folds. He is a man starving, a moan rumbling against your clit as he devours you whole. His fingers tighten on the flesh of your thighs, your hands moving downward to grip raven locks as you buck into his mouth in rolling movements. Gods, it was heaven, that bastard so skilled with his tongue you for sure thought you'd faint right then and there. You moan his name with encouragement, his mouth pulling back to insert two strong fingers inside your core.

You lift your head to gaze towards your entrance, and what you find could only be described as ethereal. His mouth is glistening from your sex, his hair tousled from the roughness of your pulls. But what really got you was seeing his vein forearm thrust in quick upward motions, a breathless smile forming on his flushed face as he stimulates you to your climax.

"Come for me baby, come all over me.."

A coil tightens in your stomach before it unleashes with a tidal wave, your back arching in a tight motion before yelling out his name in ecstasy. Hot clear fluids spill from your cunt, the lewd noise of its wetness filling the air as he continued to thrust through your orgasm. It was overpowering, his heavy chuckle sounding in awe before he groans with content.

"Good girl, such a a good girl...."

You could barely respond as he swiftly moves to release his cock from its confinements, his hips wiggling to spread your thighs in a welcoming stance. It was a desire you didn't know you had in you, the type that would drive you mad if you weren't sated right here and now. Your reach to hold onto his hanging tie as he leans forward, the head of his length pushing into your cavern with one fluid thrust.

He gives you no time to accommodate his size but you do not care. Not when there was this much tension involved. You moan out his name while tightening your hold on his tie, using it as a rein to control the beast that drives into you. He's panting wildly, holding onto one of your thighs while the other arm holds himself upward.

You can't believe it is you that is making him sound like a wanton whore, that it was you that is making him hold back a whine as he thrusts wildly in a forgotten rhythm.

Your legs move to wrap around his hips to drive himself deeper, deeper, until you swear he is hitting your insides. It's keeping you feral, your eyes locking on his blown ones as his brows furrow with upcoming release.

" -.... Fuck.. I -...."

That was all he could mutter before a hand moves to wrap around your throat tightly but not enough to choke, a finger moving inside your mouth as you suckle on its digit. It makes him explode, a desperate moan releasing from his flush lips as he spills deeply inside you. Hot spurts of his cum coats your walls, your body tightening around him like a vice to suck up each and every drop.

He is shaking from the aftermath, heavy pants sounding from him as he gazes downward in awe from the pleasure. You both giggle in exhaustion as he leans forward to kiss you gently, your hands cupping his cheeks with a smile.

Yeah, you could stay after hours as much as you need to.

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[quixotical-lymbo]

Warnings/Tags: Just some tooth-rotting fluff  Word Count: 500+ words

Wow! You and MK are dating! 

Did he make the first move or you? It depends because of how dense MK can be at times. If you give him a lot, and I mean a LOT, of hints then he'll eventually get it and perhaps make the first move. On the other hand, if he doesn't get it then I can imagine that it's you who took the first step in y'all's relationship. 

Where do y'all usually do dates? Pigsy's shop, the anti-gravity arcade, and your rooms. Basically the entire city is y'alls playground. On rare occasions, MK takes you to the places he's had adventures at to show off and tell stories of the perils he's faced. 

Gifts? Only for special occasions like valentines day, anniversaries, birthdays, or when MK wants to apologize to you for something he did. 

PDA? He won't be drooling all over you, but even if you like PDA or not he'll unknowingly display casual shows of affection without even realizing that you two are in public. It just feels natural for him to be affectionate with you, public be damned. Cheek kisses, hand holding/squeezes, and even a spinning hug that ends with the two of you on the ground laughing are all fair game to him. 

First kiss? Truth be told, MK would be the one to initiate it after the first date. The kiss would be quick, rushed, and show that he's a bit inexperienced in this aspect. Watch out for him knocking his forehead against yours. 

How he would be with a partner: Sweet and attentive, which is very rare considering how distracted MK can be at times. Like, sure he could sometimes forget your anniversary or what flavor of ice cream you want–but MK always makes up for it through groveling and kissing your feet (literally did it one time, but you put a stop to that right then and there). 

MK leaves the spider killing to you. Poor boy can't even think straight when in the presence of one. 

Wouldn't miss the chance to be annoying and chase you around your home/apt. Asking for cuddles whenever he comes back from a long day of training, working, and getting dirty. 

MK seems like the type to have intentionally cringy nicknames for his partner, things like 'your majesty', 'My heart and soul', 'cutie patootie', or worst of all 'pookie'. 

He always has you on his mind, whether at the forefront or back-burner. There's always something during his missions/adventures that reminds him of you and what he's fighting for. 

How he acts around them vs others: MK is very caring towards his friends and even kind/somewhat tolerable towards strangers/potential foes. He's generally a very casual, happy-go-lucky, lovable dude that can be a bit naive at times. Now, with you? He can act the same compared to others, but the finer details suggest otherwise—always making sure you're ok and well fed, a lot more handsy and all up in your grill, making sure to have some time put aside in his schedule for you, and obviously the piles and piles of affection he'll shower on you at random times. 

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[joelalorian]

Under False Pretenses - Chapter 1

Stepdad!Dave York x f!reader | wc: 1700 | masterlist

Summary: A challenging mission, whirlwind marriage, and unexpected yet captivating stepdaughter push Dave York to the brink as secrets, feelings, and loyalties collide.

Warnings: Overall rating will be Explicit, 18+ mdni. Stepdad trope. Unspecified age gap but I imagine a lil' baby one of about 5 to 8 years. This chapter is a wee lil mellow one and sets the scene, but future ones will include soft, yet sexy and intense Dave; several twists - basically, it will have it all: action, angst, deception, fluff, humor, a puppy(!), and SMUT! No use of y/n. Dave will give reader a nickname based on his perception of her.

AN: I got too excited and decided to post the first chapter. Posting schedule will be somewhere are weekly, give or take a few days. Hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

Chapter 1:

“Sure, honey. You can come stay for a while,” your mom assured you. She sounded excited even though it wasn’t a call you wanted to make, not at this point in your life, but what other options did you have? “You can see the house and meet your new stepdad!”

Dead air.

The soft glow of you bedside lamp cast long shadows on the room, making the clutter of half-packed boxes look like ominous towers. Your knuckles whitened as you gripped the phone tighter, trying to process her words.

“My new WHAT?” your voice rose toward the end in utter confusion. You didn’t even know your mom was dating anyone, let alone someone serious enough to fucking marry!

“Oh, honey, his name is Dave and you’re just gonna love him,” she replied with a lovesick simper.

You’d never heard her voice do that. She must be really into the guy.

Enough to marry him without even inviting you to the god damn wedding?

She’s still chatting away, explaining how they met – at work – and how it was such a whirlwind romance that they got carried away on a work trip to Vegas and decided to just tie the knot without telling anyone.

Okay. That, actually, didn’t surprise you. Your mom was super smart but could be a total a flake sometimes, leaving you to wonder who the adult was on more than one occasion while growing up. She had you really young and never quite matured.

“That’s great, Mom. I can’t wait to meet him,” you finally replied after twenty minutes of listening to her gush over this Dave guy. “But I’m not calling him Dad.”

She laughed. “Of course not, honey. He’s too young to really be your dad anyway.”

That piqued your interest.

“Oh, oh, oh, you robbin’ the cradle, mama?” you teased. “You’re really living your cougar era, huh?”

“Stop it, you,” she giggled in return. “So, when do you think you’ll get here?”

Conversation went back and forth a little longer as your mom gave you the new address – for fuck’s sake, they moved clear across the state from where you grew up, to a very swanky area at the shore, you noted – and you made a rough itinerary. In reality, you would have loved to just drop everything and get the fuck out of dodge right that minute, but logistics and all that.

“Ok, honey. Be careful and I’ll see you next week. Call if you need anything.” Before she ended the call, your mom added, “I’ll text you Dave’s number as well, so you have it in case of emergencies.

“Sounds good, mama. Love you.”

“Love you more, honey.”

You went back to packing up the remnants of your life, readying yourself for the cross-country journey ahead.

You did not have ‘moving back home at almost 30’ on your bingo card this year, but there you were, pulling into the half-moon driveway of a large colonial home in an upscale neighborhood, one much nicer than where your mom used to live. The house loomed under the late morning sun, its pristine white siding and black shutters stark against the cloudless blue sky. Perfectly trimmed hedges flanked the curved driveway, and somewhere nearby, the faint crash of waves carried on the salty breeze. This Dave guy had a lot of money, it appeared. Parking your little sedan to the far side in front of the 3-car garage, you turned the car off and lingered in the driver’s seat, fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel.

Normally, you didn’t mind change, but… man, the past month threw some whammies at you. You lost a boyfriend, job, and your loyal goldfish in quick succession. Each loss hit worse than the last. And now, your safe space, the place you needed to return to so you could lick your wounds… also changed. Big time.

The soft tap of a manicured nail on the window startled you, head snapping to the side to see your mom standing in the driveway beaming at you. She bounced on her feet, anxiously waiting for you to get out of the car.

“Honey! It’s so good to see you!” You barely had time to fully stand up before she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. That was another thing about your mom – she was strong. She had lithe muscles packed into her small figure from being a total gym addict.

Too bad that addiction wasn’t hereditary. You hated the gym.

“Hi mama! Marriage looks good on you!” you praised her once you stepped back and took in her glowing, sun-kissed skin, vibrant blonde locks, and the large rock on her hand.

“You look good, too, honey. You losing weight?”

And of course, she honed right in on that. You weren’t even in front of her for five minutes, and she brought up your weight. Story of your life. Your body shape the exact opposite of your, mother’s, she hadn’t let up on nagging you about your weight since you were twelve years old. You were always a bit… thick in places.

“Uh, maybe, I dunno. Come on, show me your new digs.” You quickly changed the subject.

Your mom gives you the grand tour, proudly showing off all the lovely features of the house, focusing heavily on the ones the home you grew up in didn’t have like the huge kitchen, fireplace, pool, and enormous master suite, though she led you away before you could fully explore all that the suite offered. The two other bedrooms were already decorated for little girls, and you quirked a curious eyebrow at your mom.

“Didn’t I mention that Dave has two young daughters?”

No. No, she definitely did not mention that. You rolled your eyes, understanding now why your mom was so eager for you to come home. She wanted a built-in caretaker. You mentally counted down, knowing exactly what she was about to say in three, two, one…

“Actually, now that you’ll be living here, it would be great if you could look after the girls when we have to travel for work or want to go out, help with the school runs during the week.”

It wasn’t a question, you noted. Not that you expected her to ask first or even mention that being a nanny would be part of the deal. Nothing with your mom ever came without a cost. You learned that lesson long ago.

You loved your mom, you really did. Sometimes, she just didn’t make it easy to do so.

“Right. About that… where am I supposed to be staying if all the bedrooms are taken?”

She led you down the stairs to a door off the family room, where another stairway awaited you. “You’re locking me away in the basement?” you joked. “Please tell me it’s at least finished.”

“Just wait until you see it, honey,” your mom promised, and you reluctantly followed her down the steps.

When the lights flicked on, the sight took your breath away. It was like an entire apartment down there. It even had its own private entrance leading to the garage allowing you to come and go as you pleased. “Wow,” you breathed.

“Told ya.” She flashed you a twitchy wink. “You’ll have this whole space to yourself… well, except for that room over there.” She pointed to a closed door equipped with a sturdy lock.

“What’s in there?” you questioned, already curious about the reasoning for such a lock on the door.

“That’s Dave’s office. It’s off limits to everyone but him, so don’t go snooping. Got it?” She pointed a finger at you like you were an errant child, and you raised your hands in surrender.

“Heard you loud and clear, mama. I have no interest in whatever creepy ass skeletons Dave is keeping in his locked office.” Total lie, of course, but your mom didn’t need to know that.

“Good. Get settled in and help yourself to whatever you need. I must head to the office for a bit. Dave should be home at some point, he just had a meeting in town. I’ll pick up the girls from school on my way home if you want to take care of dinner.”

And there it was. You knew there’d be a bigger price to pay for this arrangement, more than occasionally taking care of your new stepsisters. Without a job or any other responsibilities, your mom was going to treat you like free labor. You saw that coming.

You followed your mom upstairs and through the front door as she headed to her car in the garage, and you went for yours. Might as well get unpacked, not like you brought much anyway. It was early still, and you could make a trip to the store for anything you needed before having to worry about dinner.

A few hours later, you stepped back to admire your new living space with a sense of pride. You did everything you could to make it your own, within reason.

With the basement suite basically being a blank slate, you chose a variety of decorative pillows, wall hangings, and chotchkes to give it your own stylistic flair. The furnishings unused and rather plain, you wanted to spice them up with splashes of color. You did everything short of paint the damn walls – and you would have done that too if given the option.

Grateful for a firm mattress with a plush pillowtop, you sprang for the softest satiny sheets you could find in a pale green hue and paired it with a patterned comforter with clean lines. A couple of coastal-themed lamps on the nightstands rounded out the small bedroom.

The bathroom was already decorated with a shower curtain and accessories in soft gray hues, and you wondered if that was Dave’s touch or your mother’s. Probably Dave. Your mom never veered toward subtle furnishings, much preferring patterns and styles that you found garish.

Glancing around at the neat space one last time, you headed upstairs to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. You wanted to make something special for the first time meeting your stepdad and his daughters.

tbc

Chapter Two

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[bullet-prooflove]

Timid girl black dress with hair tied back

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 

Travis hates dressing up. He would rather spend his evening in a worn set of Levi’s, with a beer in his hand and his girl cuddled up against him go out to the Governor’s Ball tonight. He tugs again at the collar of his shirt before he pops open the first two buttons allowing himself to breathe. The blazer he’s wearing may be expensive, it maybe tailored to his exact proportions but he still finds the damn thing far too confining. He’s taking it off as soon as he’s led to your table.

“Gina honey.” He calls up the stairs, checking his watch again. “We’re gonna be late if we don’t saddle up in the next couple of minutes.”

He doesn’t know why you’re taking so long to get ready. It usually takes you twenty minutes at most when the two of you are heading out a little somewhere special. So far it’s been over hour and Travis can’t help but feel a little antsy about the closed bedroom door.

He’s checking his pockets for his keys when he hears your footsteps on the landing, he glances up to see you descending the stairs and his breath just catches.

You’re wearing a black off the shoulder evening down that accentuates your curves and your hair pulled back into a neat updo.

“Fuck.” He whispers because he’s never seen angel right up close until this very moment.

“Is it ok?” You ask, your hands smoothing over the fabric as you come to stand in front of him. “I haven’t dressed up like this in a long time and I don’t want to embarrass you tonight.”

It clicks then, what all this timidness is about, why you’ve locked yourself away for the past couple of hours. You used to go to society events with your ex-husband Malcom Beck, you don’t talk much about that time but Travis can guess that’s where your anxiety is coming from. You were supposed to be the perfect wife, seen but not heard. Berated if there was a hair out of place. He fucking hates that Beck did that to you, that he stole away your confidence, that he made you feel like anything other than the goddess you are.

“Honey.” He says, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he draws you to him. “You are bewitching in ways that even this old cowboy doesn’t understand. You’re smart, beautiful and you light up a whole fucking room with that smile of yours. The two of us are gonna do a little drinking, a little dancing and a whole lot of loving.”

You can’t help but laugh because this man, he just has this way of chasing away all of your fears, all of your doubts. Your lips brush over his and he moans into your mouth, his calloused palms chasing over the contours of your dress.

“I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you tonight.” He whispers into the curve of your throat and your fingers thread through his hair, eliciting a curse from deep within his throat.

“Oh Travis baby.” You whisper as his kisses become more heated. “We both know it’s your mouth I’m more interested in.”

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[rotten-pomegranate]

Day ten : Size difference with yandere uvogin

Tags: @aliceattheart @my-eyelash-flew-off

Warnings: Noncon, bleeding

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All you wanted was some affection, to be held even if it was by the man that took you away, made you stay by his side

That really is all you wanted, but no of course not, his hands where roaming all over your body while you just laid on his shoulder

“Damn babe, you get hotter by the day” his hands are everywhere on you, you ass, your tits, your waist

“Hmm” you slightly wriggle when he punches you nipple to hard “your hurting me” he laughs, the man who said he’d never hurt you just laughed in your face when you told him he did

“ I want you to ride me” all you have on is a skirt and no underwear as per his request

He lifts you with one arm while shimming off his shorts with the other

His cock is soft but it won’t be for long, you rap both hands around it as soon as your put back down

He was never patient when it came to sex, he didn’t even wait a week to pin you down and force you to have sex with him when he first took you and that was as awful as your sure this will be

He put his hand over your own to give his dick a good squeeze, it was getting hard quickly

“Yeah, get on the floor and use your mouth now” you nod and climb down off his lap

Being between his legs is horrible, he’s massive and he always makes you deep throat him by the end

“Well, get to it” legs spread wider for you even though there was more then enough room

You nod and lean forward to take his cock in your mouth, your lips stretch around him and he hits the back of your throat without being half way in

“Come on” he leaned forward to push you down by the neck, it hurt so bad, you couldn’t breath or see or feel anything other then the pain in your throat

He moves from your neck to your hair and starts moving you up and down on him

You try to pull away but he’s to strong, all you can do is try to breath and desperately scratch and grab at his thighs

He pulls you up suddenly “ok I wanna be in you now”

He yanks you up while your still catching your breath only to get up and push you back onto the hard floor

He gets on top of your and pushes up your skirt around your hips so he can touch your properly

You didn’t wanna be turned in by him but your body couldn’t lie, his fingers went in your partially wet pussy and he started moving then in and out, scissoring slightly

With the size of him compared to the size of you no amount of prep would help you to feel no pain

Even if it was humiliating you do appreciate the prep he is giving you, he often skips it

“Shit babe, look at you, say you don’t want it all you want you fuckin love this”

Shaking your head you start to tear up “tears won’t help you” he lines himself up and you grab his bicep to brace yourself

You wanna scream so load, scream and cry and lose your mind when he pushes in, it hurts, it hurts bad

This man chosen to hurt you in the most intimate way possible just because he thinks your his, and hell you might as well be

He’s practically ripping you open already when he starts to move

Jesus your definitely bleeding, he’s gonna act all sweet tomorrow like he didn’t rape you until you bled

He’s gonna give you water and snacks like he’s the reason you can’t get it all yourself

“Fuuuuuck, I’m cumin baby” you can feel him fill you up with cum, it’s warm and there’s lots of it

He pushes in was leaked out before pulling out for good

Tomorrow things will be better, you’ll be ok tomorrow

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and you can ride me”

You just had to wait for tomorrow

[jwanniie]

let’s indulge a little with the hotcoolz 3some….. are the girls possessive? are they official? who made the first move? we need all this info 😩

Oh my god, we haven’t indulged in that yet? How could I? Here is something for all of us😵‍💫 (btw Yunjin and kkura are g!p!!!🤫)

Ok so I’m too sure that when hotcoolz fuck they ain’t coming here to play they truly are fucking hard and rough!😩

Kkura and Yunjin both are passionate on stage so I’m damn sure they are passionate and sensual in bed!!!

It all probably started when Yunjin confessed to you and Kkura had feelings for both of you (you and Yunjin had feelings for her too but decided to confess later🫢🫣) so when Sakura saw you both basically eating each other out, she couldn’t help but feel the jealousy and possessiveness come out.

Literally grabbing both of you and making out with the both at the same time while leaving soft touches or nibbling at your thighs, jaw and neck.

I know this, sakuras oldest and dominant demeanor shows in bed, every time the three of you fuck she fucks hard and rough while Yunjin is probably in between, when you have been a brat she would tag team with Kkura and show you who you belong to. Both railing the shit out of you or one of them is pounding your brain out,while you are giving the other the suck of their life. They are the hottest brat tamers😵‍💫😰

When Kkura goes too rough on you, Yunjin is always there and never fails to show you how much the both of them love you,tracing her hands all over your stomach while gently kissing you or brushing your hair with her hands softly.

Libras are creative and our Yunjin is a libra so I’m sure she would spice up your sex life, getting you and Kkura out of the boring bedroom sex and trying new places parking lot while making you pose for the camera, practice room while the members could be coming any time the thing of being caught makes y’all cum harder, shower sex or maybe even the cinema placing their hands on your mouth to muffle your sinful moans.🤫

Ok,our Pisces queen Sakura is a big on foreplay😵‍💫prepping your tiny cunt for her and Yunjins gigantic cocks, having knuckles deep in you or simply eating you out but it really does the trick, the stretch of their cocks now hurts less.

At the end of the day, they can’t keep their hands off of you, so when the three of you started dating. Fans and members noticed how close the three of you had gotten and how the three of you have something for each other not just member and member friendship, the glares of their manager is only keeping their mouth shut about you, but let’s see how long can they keep those mouths shut?🫣

[thoraeth]

Black Hole Hunger [3/3] | All Might x Reader

words: 1500

TW & Tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, small might, slow burn, fluff, happy ending, implied s3x.

A/N: We survived the great angst of part 2 so it's time for the fluffiest fluff! Also, this story is getting an extra chapter, an Epilogue that will cover the events until the end of the manga. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read my ramblings 🖤

[Part 2] [Epilogue ]

After the gloomy spectacle of the black hole, Toshinori has been restless: he paces back and forth in his bedroom and looks out the window often, ignoring the incoming calls blowing up his phone every morning.

You check on him discreetly, making sure to fully respect his boundaries and alone time. A noble resolution that has nothing to do with the burning shame that's been tormenting you since the day you’ve made a handsy fool of yourself. You’re just sticking to small talk and staying in your lane, as you're supposed to.

Besides that, the hero has been nothing but a gentleman to you. Whenever your flushed face peeps in his room, his eyes widen and he greets you with the kindest words. You wish you had an ounce of that composure but you just can't help it: the memory of his touch still gives you goosebumps every time you think about it. And you’re thinking about it a lot.

“Damn. What am I, fourteen?” You sigh. It's 4 in the morning and you're staring at the ceiling from that uncomfortable futon on the office floor. It doesn't take long before Toshinori’s laments reach your ears, making you kick your blankets away and run to his door.

“You ok in here?” Feeling your way to the light switch, you see the tall man growling at the window.

“Is it ever gonna stop?” He grits his teeth as the wind wails loudly. “It's driving me crazy, make it stop!”

“How?”

“Do a beach, or a sunny sky or whatever.”

“Umh… sure.” You activate your quirk and the room turns into a peaceful seaside with palms all around. The ominous howling, however, is still roaring in the air, killing the summery mood on the spot. “They’re just images, sounds not included.” You shrug.

The warm vision fades away and Toshinori jumps back on his bed, disappointed. “Sorry, that was rude of me. What time is it?” He scratches his forehead with a deep sigh. “I keep waking you up…”

“It’s ok, the wind was bothering me too. How about some music to drown out the noise?”

“Mh... I think the kids got me an app for that. But I have no idea where it is.”

You sit against the headboard and reach out to the hero, his phone dropping on your palm. He sits up too, leaning over your head as he observes your thumb sliding on the chipped screen.

“Is this your class? How lovely.” Behind the million icons, there's a background picture of some young heroes making silly faces, a beaming All Might right in the middle. The man looks so happy with that green haired shortie on his shoulders.

“Yes, at the sports festival! And this one is young Midoriya, the one I told you about.”

Before the music app could come up, Toshinori launches into detailed stories about his 1-A, lighting up with pride as he tells you all about the students’ adventures, praising them for their loving and supportive disposition.

Hunched over the tiny screen, he's reeling off random facts about each of them when the two of you get comfortably closer. Your hair brush against one another, his chest moving against your shoulder with every breath and word.

The hours go by and you both lay back. Resting against his chest, you're chatting softly while his long fingers trace invisible lines along your arm. Looking up at the hero, you marvel at how easy and good it feels to be with him. You're struggling to stay awake, to make it last just a little more, but his light touch helps sleep get the better of you.

When your eyes flutter open, a timid light comes from the window.

“Good morning…” you yawn. “Did we doze off?”

“I did not, but you crashed.” Toshinori is lying on his side, studying your face with an unusual happy expression. He stares at you intensely as you get up and stretch, almost drowning in that humongous sweatshirt.

You shuffle to the kitchen but the sound of other steps in the corridor makes you stop and turn at the blonde beanpole behind you. “You haven't set foot outside your bedroom in weeks. Congrats!” You smirk, heading towards the main room.

As you mess with yesterday's takeaway boxes, the hero slides on the sofa. He observes the light on the floor with a loud yawn.

“Last night I thought of something.” He says, out of the blue. “I’ll take care of my unfinished business, for the kid and everyone else. And if it means dying on the battlefield, so be it: I came to terms with that long ago.”

Mouth agape, you stare at Toshinori's nape, spilling coffee outside your mug. His words hit you like a punch in the stomach.

“And yet, I think I’ve never really taken into consideration the idea that I could…outlive it all. Enjoy it, even.”

You walk up behind him, watching him stretch his long arms, then scratch his chest. “Is that so?” you say softly.

“If by any twist of fate I’ll make it alive…I could hang out with friends whenever I want, bedrot on weekends and sleep alone no longer. Gosh, after fifty years.” He grows more excited with every thought. “I could even buy a small house by the sea! I’d watch the sunrise every morning and the kids from 1-A would come over in the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. Can I come over too?”

“Oh, you’ll have your keys.” he chuckles, throwing his head back to meet your gaze. “To every house I'll ever own. I'd be nothing but blessed to get home and have you there.”

At that point, you're far too gone; the feelings in your chest too big, too inflated to take any spoken form. You bury your face in Toshinori's neck, hugging him as tight as your arms let you. He slowly rests his head against you and lets out a content hum.

Things in the house are quiet again but, unlike before, the atmosphere is peaceful. Each day brings endless conversations about your lives, with tons of excuses to stay glued to one another. In fact, you’re constantly dancing around it: lingering touches, light pecks on the cheeks, your names whispered in the night to check if you're both awake.

As much as you enjoy taking it slow, something is secretly gnawing at you. Very soon, you'll be in the UA auditorium in front of the most powerful heroes of the nation with their protegees, and your speech is nothing like the draft you and Mr. Principal have agreed upon.

After all you've witnessed in that house, a simple talk about quirks just won't do: the hideous hunger must be brought to the light, pinned against the UA walls. What happened to Toshinori and the others must not continue undisturbed.

You couldn't care less if the rat will hate your lecture, if he doesn't pay you eventually. But what if he doesn't like it? Are you about to ruin it all? This thought makes you restless at night, so you end up at his door, seeking his arms to calm you down.

A couple of days before your lecture is due, the anxiety is so overwhelming that you can't bring yourself to get up: Toshinori has been calling you softly from the bedroom but your limbs just won't move. As you're about to drift back into sleep, though, you feel two long hands sliding under you, lifting you from the floor.

Burying your face in the hero's neck, you enjoy the swinging motion that brings you to the other room, feeling the soft mattress and the warmth of Toshinori on your back as he spoons you for the rest of the night.

When morning comes, you can't believe your eyes: glorious sun rays invade the room, warm on your face as if it's spring already. The neverending storm has finally left. You sit up in the middle of the bed and bask in that long desired light.

“I'm feeling much better thank you. I’ll be back on Monday.” Toshinori’s voice echoes in the corridor. “Is the meeting after the lecture or..”

Your charming hero appears in the door frame: he's talking on the phone but, as soon as he sees you, his face lights up.

He reaches you, getting so close you can hear Mr. Principal’s voice coming from the device in his hand. The blonde head plants a peck on your cheek, then whispers: “The weather is lovely. I went to buy us breakfast, it's in the kitchen.”

While he reassures the mouse he's still there, you observe him mesmerized, remarking how mundanity could make that man shine just as much as heroism. Suddenly, you cup his face with your hands and kiss him. A long, slow kiss in which he leans without hesitation.

Toshinori pulls back for a second, hanging up on the babbling principal. He throws the phone away, then tilts your head back to kiss you fiercely once again.

The hero has moved on top of you, whispering sweet words in your ear as your fingers dig in his golden hair. His big hands lifts his old sweatshirt up to your neck, and you surrender eagerly to him, craving every inch of his warm skin against yours.

It’s not even love you're feeling at this point, it is pure devotion. You want Toshinori to thrive and you’ll do anything so that he ends up safe, loved and taken good care of.

You think about your wrecked notes for a second and you've never felt more ready in your life.

[oneknightstand-if]

i feel like you may have answered this before and so sorry if you have but in your opinion where on the top/switch/bottom (or dom/vers/sub) range do the ros fall? do they have specific preferences or are they mostly malleable and it depends on the mc?

I know I answered something similar before, but I can't find it (damn you sucky Tumblr search!) as it doesn't appear to be in the oks-ROs tag for some reason. I even explicitly remember calling out Arthur's thing where he's always expected to be dominant than the MC flipping the script on him would be appreciated for a change *grumble grumble grumble*

Anyway, overall, they've got their preferences, but none of them are so selfish to not take into account MC's preferences as well. You may end up having to wrestle some of them over who gets to be dominant for the night though.

Merlin: A literal incubus. Any way you want it, any time you want it, any where you want it, just feed them already!

Adrian: ....he's a bit more aggressive than may be apparent at first look. Definitely one to take MC's comfort/preferences into high account, however.

Arthur: As mentioned before, he's pretty much always expected to be dominant in politics, in battle, in bed too. So MC trying to flip that on him would really amuse him.

Percy: Pretty submissive here. He's a demisexual with a long trigger point so aggressive horniness is really not his thing.

4̷0̴4̶ ̷E̴r̷r̸o̷r̸ ̸N̴o̶t̴ ̴F̷o̴u̷n̷d̶: Have you really raised your stats high enough for this, MC?

Cassandra: .......she's probably the most dominant one out of this entire lot, that's including the full-blooded fae and eldritch abominations, goodluck MC.

Gwen: Switch. Would start out more sweet & submissive, until she starts getting really comfortable with the MC.

Vivian: Good luck trying to dominate a full-blooded fae, MC. Although I suppose she'd be pretty used to topping from the bottom too.

Lorelei: Very dominant in normal life, but if you've reached this point with her, she would've let her walls down around the MC... so switch, depending on MC's preferences.

Broderick: You know how I mentioned about wrestling for dominance on a nightly bases? Yeah, that's him.

[solaris-seraphim]

Ok so I like writing music, one day I intend on recording it and posting it online. But here’s the issue one song I’ve picked up and put down over the years, I’ve suddenly made it work and it sounds so damn good. BUT ITS FUCKING CALLED THE LIGHTHOUSE. I TOOK TO LONG AND BUG HUNTER STOLE MY NAME SIIIIIIIIGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m not changing it now he spent three hours on it I’ve spent 3 (kinda not really) years on it

I’m also not gonna tag this because I know Bug Hunter reads his own tags (loser) and something tells me he will take this post a lot more seriously than I meant it to be