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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 1,469 words A/N - It's a short midget chapter and still not over yet. :)

Chapter 11 - Love

You woke up in Mark's arms the following morning, curled up against him. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, your legs intertwined with his.

"Good morning." Mark smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning." You yawned, burying your face into his chest.

"How are you feeling?" Mark asked, running his fingers through your hair.

"Pretty great." You answered, closing your eyes.

"Good.” He smirked, moving one of his hands down to cup your breast.

You moaned softly as his thumb grazed across your nipple. “Mmm…that feels nice.”

Mark leaned down to take a deep breath, sucking on your earlobe. "Feels nice, huh?"

You giggled. "Very nice."

"Mmm…" Mark groaned, rolling onto his back. "C'mere."

You smiled as you moved to straddle him, sitting on top of him. You rubbed your cheek against his, breathing in his scent.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked, stroking your hair.

"You." You answered. "You're the only thing I've been thinking about since last night."

Mark pressed his forehead against yours. "Good." He said. "Because I was thinking about you, too."

You leaned down to kiss him, tasting the remnants of his kiss on his lips. His tongue traced the outline of your lips, begging you to open them. You did, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth. You moaned as you returned the favor, kissing him passionately.

As you pulled away from him, your breathing became heavier. You sat up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mark took hold of your hips, slowly sliding inside of you.

You groaned as he filled you completely. "That feels good." You whispered.

"It does indeed." Mark grunted, slowly rocking back and forth.

"God, Mark..." You cried out, feeling him press even deeper into you.

He gently brushed his fingertips against your skin, sending shivers throughout your body. You closed your eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder. As the two of you rocked together, your hands began to wander over each other's bodies.

You trailed your nails along his collarbone, making him shiver. You then worked your way down his neck, stopping briefly to suck on his nipples.

"Fuuuck." Mark growled, pulling you close to him. "You're driving me crazy, Y/N."

You laughed, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Mark gripped your ass, grinding himself against you. "Not at all."

You could feel him getting harder and bigger inside of you. With each thrust, you gasped, moaning louder. Mark reached up, gently stroking your breasts. You let out a low moan as he squeezed your nipples roughly. You didn't think it was possible but it felt even better than before.

Mark increased the pace of his movements, pulling you closer to him. The two of you moaned in unison, losing track of who was moaning first. Your breaths were coming out in quick pants as Mark increased his speed, thrusting himself in and out of you faster and faster. You knew you wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any better, they suddenly did. You came undone, moaning loudly as you screamed his name. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

"Mmm, you feel so good." You mumbled, leaning up to kiss him.

Mark smiled, lifting you off of him. "Feel free to sit on me anytime."

You laughed. "I'll keep that in mind."

“Wanna go for round 2?” Mark whispered into your ear, licking your earlobe.

“Mmm, why don't we just stay in and just fuck all day?” You whispered back, moving in for another kiss.

Mark laughed, nipping your bottom lip. “That sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of you lay there, lazily caressing each other’s skin. The sun was shining brightly outside, illuminating the room. As you laid there next to Mark, the realization hit you.

The sunlight seemed brighter. The sky seemed bluer. Your breathing seemed easier. Everything was just…better. And you realized something; it wasn't just because you were with Mark. This was something you felt from the moment you met him. Something that had always been there. It was just hidden underneath all of the stress and confusion you were feeling at the time. But now, after having found the person you truly wanted to be with, it all just fell into place.

This feeling, you realized, was happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness. And you realized you hadn't felt this in a very long time.

You poked at Mark's cheek. "Hey, I'm gonna go get my laptop and be right back. Okay?"

"Whatever for?" Mark sleepily asked.

"To write my novel..." You muttered, his hands drifting up to stroke your thighs.

"Oh, I see." He smirked, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Maybe I'll let you fuck me as I write..." You breathed out, biting your lower lip.

Mark's grip tightened on your hips, causing you to whimper. "Maybe." He breathed out. "You won't be able to do anything but writhe in pleasure as I fill you with my cock."

You licked your lips, looking into his eyes. "All that dirty talk has me hot and bothered already."

Mark grinned. "Go get your laptop and come back to bed."

You laughed, crawling off of him. "Alright, loverboy."

Mark chuckled, adjusting himself as you left the room. As soon as you were gone, he turned on some music, sinking down into the covers. Within minutes, you crawled back into bed, your laptop in hand.

"Let's get started!" You said excitedly, setting the laptop on your lap. "Today is the day! The day where my story will finally be done! No more struggling to find inspiration! No more writer's block! The end is finally near!"

Mark rolled over, putting his arms behind his head. "Well, I'm always here for a distraction if you need one. Just say the word and I'll be there to service you."

You burst out laughing, turning your attention back to your computer screen. You began typing, ready to finish this. To finally tie up all of these loose ends.

It would've taken you hours to write what you wrote in mere minutes. Even writing was easier than dealing with everything else. But writing was almost therapeutic, letting your mind run free without worrying about the reality of life.

This book had changed you. That was obvious. The sex scenes weren't exactly pornographic. They were intimate and sensual, which made them even hotter. But beyond that, it helped you discover the truth about yourself. About your desires and fantasies. Most importantly, about Mark. About how much you cared for him and how much he cared for you. And that was something you never would have guessed.

Mark brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, watching you type. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now? All serious and focused, writing your heart out. Like an artist painting her masterpiece."

You looked up at him, smiling shyly. "Thank you."

"Wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true." He said, smiling back at you.

You nodded, continuing to write. As you kept going, you realized something; Mark wasn't distracting you from writing. You actually really liked working with him nearby. You loved seeing his expressions change as you described the passion and intimacy between the two of you. You'd never admit it to anyone else, but it made you feel happy.

Really, really happy.

It took you about two hours to finish the first draft of your novel. After sending it to your editor, you closed your laptop and settled back in bed, Mark's arms wrapping around you. You were glad he was sleeping naked because your nipples immediately perked up as soon as his bare chest touched yours.

You ran your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sound of his breathing as he slept. Your mind wandered to thoughts of the previous night and the previous months. You still couldn't believe how far you'd come with Mark. How much your feelings for him had grown. And how much happier you were now. In the span of a few short months, everything had changed. And not just for you. For Mark, too.

You smiled, rubbing his stomach lightly. "Mark?"

"Hmm?" He murmured, not opening his eyes.

"I think I'm finally ready to say it." You breathed out. "I love you, Mark."

His eyes opened immediately. "Say it again."

You blinked a few times, startled by his words. "I love you."

"Again." Mark whispered.

"I love you." You repeated.

He placed his hand on your cheek, gently brushing your lips with his. "Say it one more time."

You bit your lip, leaning into him. "I love you."

He kissed you softly, pressing his nose against yours. "I love you, too."

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coleaep · 2 years

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BACK TO BED

Kurt x Reader

WARNINGS: smut, p in v penetration

Lmk If I missed anything;)

760 words;)

“I think she’s finally asleep”.

Kurt comes into the room in just his sweatpants, hanging lowly around his hips. I was tucked into bed, sitting against the headboard, my nose in the latest book i was reading. I put it down as soon as he sat on the end of the bed, exhausted from our 3 year old toddler that didn't seem to ever settle.

"Good job," i praise, as he comes up next to me and tucks himself into bed.

"She's a little shit sometimes," he retorts, wrapping his arms around me and lying his head on my shoulder. I run my hands through his messy hair and let out a laugh.

"Wouldn't have it any other way though," Kurt murmurs, turning his head to place a soft kiss on my neck, just below my ear.

I hum in response, closing my eyes to savour the lingering feeling of his soft lips. His kisses continue to trail from under my ear to my shoulder, pulling down the strap of my tank top.

"How about some mommy and daddy time?" Kurt smiles against my skin, and i let out a laugh as his arms tighten around me.

"Oh yeah?" I tease, turning to Kurt and finally connecting my lips. He moans softly into the kiss, as i move over to straddle his lap. His hands gravitate towards my ass cheeks, grasping them in his big warm hands.

I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, my tongue diving into his mouth. He pulls me closer, our chests pressed together before he breaks away and lifts my tank top over my head. Now skin to skin, his hand travels from my ass to my breasts, kneading one in his hand. His other hand pulls down on his sweats and boxers, his hard erection springing out and rubbing against my clothed heat. The feeling of his bulge against where i needed it most made a small whimper escape my lips.

"I need to feel you Kurt," i mumble against his lips, moving my own panties to the side as he lines himself up at my entrance. His tip rubs back and forth between my folds, collecting my arousal, before i sink down onto him. He lets out a low moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels my tight walls close around him.

"Oh fuck baby," he curses, his hands gripping back onto my ass, helping me rise and fall on his length, quiet moans coming from my own lips as he stretches me out.

"Feels so good," i moan, gripping onto his broad shoulders and digging my nails into his skin, as he buckles his hips up to meet mine in a fast, greedy rhythm.

Our bedroom fills with the echo of my combined moans as i continue to ride Kurt, both of our eyes closed in lust and desperation for the other. It meant that i also didn't notice our door creak open, and the light filtering in from the hallway.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Both of us stopped and closed our mouths, careful not to make another noise. My heart pound loudly in my chest as i scrambled for my tank top and slipped it back on.

"Just a sec baby", I called behind me to my toddler, who was now standing in the doorway of the bedroom with his plush bear, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his tiny hand.

You got off Kurt, Kurt giving me a look as if to say "oh shit" and pulled up his own sweats, getting out of the bed with me. We both walk slowly over to our toddler, crouching down to his height to speak to him.

"Are you okay princess ?", Kurt asks, scooping him up in his arms and cradling him. I stand to run a hand through his blonde bed hair, as he lets out a tired yawn.

"Yeah, I heard you screaming.. I thought you were hurt," he grumbles, and Kurt tried to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape his lips.

"Mommy? Why were you on daddy?" She asks innocently, her dark doe eyes staring into mine.

"Uh-" i look at Kurt in panic and he shrugs his shoulders with a smile in his face, "we were just playing baby".

"Okay," she says simply, closing his eyes and resting his head against Kurts chest.

"Back to bed princess, no more wondering around," Kurt says, carrying her out of the room. Not before turning around and mouthing, "we'll finish this when I get back".

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faerunsbest · 6 months

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What is your romances earliest memory of your tav?

Here's mine for Rolan!

He's late.

He needs to be across the way but the path is blockaded with inconsiderate bodies haggling with merchants. He shouldn't go that way… but the way is clear.

The path is dark and narrow between looming buildings. A skittish alley that yields to wash way, where the unsavory gather together to do unkindness en mass.

Where people pretend they are deaf to the outcomes for help…

But the way is clear.

And he's late.

Someone shoves him out of the way, out from his thoughts. He lands hard on his chest, arms guiding his face. Immediately he dives into the dark not wanting to be stepped on. He pressed his back to wall grabbing the end of his tail and panting while he looks out to the increasing crowd.

Not much in the way of choices left, so he blinks into the dark adjusting and he stands on near quivering knees. One step, then another.

He can feel shards of broken bottles crunch underfoot, trying to watch where he's going. He moves slowly. But then he realizes it's too slow…he might as well have stayed out in the crowd.

At least out there he wouldn't deal with this smell.

Piss and vomit,alcohol and something rotten burning. He slips passed a few passed out urchins, bodies slumped against the shadow stained walls, a small narrow door hangs nearly off its hinge. Someone skinny and pissed with a long haggard face sits on a wonbling stool and beers at him and he skirts by.

The alley ends. It should be bright this way. The dark go goes on, it deepens and he feels his heart racing in his chest.

There at the edge of the wash is a giant stack of bucking crates, it lines the path as if to prevent people from tumbling down. He doubts its for anything so noble.

Glancing back and forth he tries to remember a mental map of the buildings out front.

He dashes out and to the left, pausing when he feels the path narrowing. The crates that blocked off the wash seemed to be pushing him closer to the back of the buildings. One portion of the crate made wall sits hidden under a giant sheet of discolored tarp. He stares at it,watching its hem sway forward and back. Watching it breathe.

He presses himself back against the crumbling wall and tries to stay as far from the thing as possible.

To no avail, it's only an arms length away from him.

The arm in question is massive,bulky and riddled with bulbous veins. Scars decorate It like confetti, he can't see the hand that grips him just under his shoulder and small bicep.

He would scream, but it wouldn't help…it would probably bring in the rest of them. Pressure against his bones gradually Increased as he pulled closer to the tarp.

He digs his heels down but glides forward to what he realizes is a caged wagon tucked under that tarp. The closer he's pulled the stronger the smell of something putrid becomes.

Something in there is dead and he's being pulled to it. Finally he's close enough to the orcs face and iits battered, welts, bruises, Infected pustules open and leaking. He reeks of it.

All of a sudden he's yanked backward, rolan grunts as his smallbody is slammed against the bars. He desperately tries to hold onto the cage and resist being pulled in.

Looking up he sees something wrapped around the orcs neck, something thick and strong, it's seems to pulse as the orcs eyes begin to roll.

Out from just underneath it a shadow slips away, it slinks toward Rolan who struggles to keep that scream locked up tight. Once close he sees a girl, not much bigger than he is. She reached out to the hand that grips him painfully tight and all he can do is stare at her .

Stare at those massive eye with colors that fluctuate hypnotically. Its all he can do while she rips back the orcs fingers off his body one by one.

With a gasp rolan feels himself drop, but doesn't land. She holding the front of his shirt through the bars. She lets go when his feet touchdown, now he Can hear her deep rattling breathes,her clawed hand releases him though still

He doesn't budge right away.

She presses her face to the bars to look at him. In the dim, colors are muted but he can see the spill of something dark and glossy around her mouth and down her chest. Behind her the orc isn't moving. It's limp body drops , the thing around its neck unfurl revealing itself as her tail. She stares at him with pity in those fairy lights that spill from her face.

“RUN”

The whisper is loud in his mind as thunder overhead, it jolts Rolan awake. He sits upright in a bedroll laid in the dirt. He blinks the sleep away, wiping at his tear ducts with the pad of his middle finger. Sleeping heavily behind him between his back and the grove wall where Cal and Lia. Just out of sight light has begun pooling in, falling through the canopy like a thick sieve.

Rolan stands up quietly, stretching out as many of the kinks in his back as he can. While he rolls his shoulder, trying to will away the sore from the night he hears something at the entryway.

A horn blares, Cal and Lia jump at the noise. As they stand they're not surprised when Rolan stands in front of them, arms open pushing them back against the wall.

For a while the raucous sounds of a raging battle fill the place, he pushes his siblings backward trying to find somewhere to hide them. The noise reaches a peak, the silence reigns supreme. It lay's over them like a fallen wall, gently pressing the air from their lungs as settles.

Before the panic can begin to bubble up, Rolan hears the sound of the gates heavy gears rattling open. As it does he whips around to his siblings.

“ We’re leaving right now.”

While Call and Lia immediately butt heads with him he watched from the corner if his eye and one of the adventurers from earlier come running in. His attention fades from the current argument to the unfolding ahead.

Zevlor puffing up against that curly haired adventurer, they yell and just as he raises a fist to swing. A group comes in behind him, the smallest one in scrappy armor, her long black hair a mess with dirt twigs and blood caked in. She reaches up grabs his fis, yanks it down and stomps on the side of his leg before throwing him to the side.

Zevlor gasps In shock, the man on the ground shrieks out.

“ YOU BROKE MY FUCKEN LEG!”

The small woman in the small cluster of fighters looks down with disinterest.

“it'd be your spine if you had one”

For a moment Rolan feels deafened, can't hear a damn thing while he watches them approaching. If it wasn't for Cal reaching out and pushing his shoulder he wouldn't have known they were still arguing with him.

He tries to find his footing in this verbal attack and just as he does the group strolls by, he turns to see that woman sneering at him

“ The wizard is a coward, stunning.”

For an instant he gets to look at her face, the mark of a single swipe clipping her face stays, one deep divit over her eyebrow, over her nose and deep against one side of her jaw. More than that under that mess of hair, that deep set knot in her brow, her eyes with flickering colors…

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tklpilled · 4 months

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hold on now... haikaveh windtrace....

Kaveh screamed silently.

The other two on the rebel team, Cyno and Tighnari, had been caught twice each already, so Kaveh was the last remaining rebel. He had been keeping his eye on the hunter's movements and he was fairly confident that the Signaling Device he picked to fix would be far enough from the hunter and give him enough time to flee if the hunter were to come close. Three of the devices had been fixed already, Kaveh would just have to fix this last one for his team to win.

But the hunter just had to be Alhaitham.

And being Alhaitham, Kaveh just had an inkling of a feeling that he chose the "Unseen Pursuit" Windtrace Art that would make the hunter's location hidden for a short while, which would explain why he hadn't seen Alhaitham stalking around. Kaveh could feel his heart beat faster, fearing that the hunter would pop out at any time as he fixed the device. He turned his attention back to said device, bouncing on his toes as he watched the progress bar fill slowly to the halfway point, quietly urging it along.

"It would be to your benefit to share your focus on being aware of your surroundings and fixing the device."

Kaveh jumped and screeched, Alhaitham's breath suddenly creeping onto his ear. If it wasn't for Alhaitham's close proximity to his ear, Kaveh thinks the heartbeat pounding in his head would drown out all noise. Trying to act quick, Kaveh attempted to step to the side, but Alhaitham's foot met his own.

"Running is hardly an option. We both know I can outrun you." Alhaitham moved closer to Kaveh, his chest almost up against Kaveh's back. He tucked his chin onto Kaveh's shoulder, "Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't the rebels supposed to be fixing these things to win?"

Kaveh could feel his whole face flush, too startled to muster any words of shock with only a mousey squeak offered in response. Alhaitham was right, if he tried to make a run for it, he wouldn't stand a chance with their difference in stamina. And if Kaveh did get away and go to another device, it would just make itself known with the loud horn blaring it plays when being repaired. With just a minute remaining, Kaveh concludes grimly that he had to stay at this device to mend it, all while his hunter of a husband parked himself right behind the last remaining rebel.

Kaveh huffed in exasperation, wondering why Alhaitham just had to drag out the last stretch of the game by being cheeky. 'Maybe, just maybe, he'll let us win. I mean, why else would he not catch me the moment he came over?' Kaveh's thoughts raced, though his hands remained stationary until he refocused his goal: secure a win. So, Kaveh took a deep breath, trying to ignore the looming presence of the hunter, and held out his hand to add some of the energy of his Vision into the device.

The minute felt like hours, the seconds passing by like years as Kaveh continued to restore the device, doing his best to ignore the hunter calmly taking a spot in Kaveh's space. As the progress bar continued to fill up excruciatingly slowly but surely with inaction on Alhaitham's end, Kaveh let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, feeling comfortable in the notion that Alhaitham had intentions to let the rebels win.

That is, until a swift poke to his sides interrupts.

"ACK! Alhaitham!" Kaveh yelped, jerking his head back to look at the hunter, who had a devious glimmer in his eyes.

"Hm?" he responds, acting as if nothing happened. Kaveh huffed, muttering under his breath how much of a punk his husband can be. The rebel turned back around, hoping that he would still be able to fix the device in time. As he reached out to connect to the machinery, Alhaitham's hands followed, but they had another destination in mind. The hunter's hands curved into claws, shooting toward Kaveh's sides, but pulling back before contact in a sneaky fakeout. Kaveh shrieked at Alhaitham's ministrations, his hands instinctively gripping the hunter's wrists as they hovered ever-so close to his sensitive sides.

"Whahahat do you think you're doing?" Kaveh hissed, though it came without any venom as he couldn't hold back his giggle.

"A better question would be what are you doing? You have thirty seconds to fix the last device, and here you are trying to hold my hands. Can't your affections for me wait until after the game?" Alhaitham teased, hiding his smile into Kaveh's shoulder. He held his gaze towards Kaveh's unbridled giggles as the rebel could not move his own eyes away from wiggling fingers that seemed to move ever so closer to his quivering belly.

"Stahahap!" Kaveh squeals, trying to curl inward when Alhaitham's fingers move up and down, imitating how he tickles Kaveh's ribs and sides in the air above them. His mind jumbled with the hunter's teases, Kaveh attempts to hold one of Alhaitham's wrist in one of his own hands while reaching back toward the device, though he pulls his arm back with a yelp when he notices the hunter's other hand wiggling closer toward his unprotected armpit.

"W-wahahahait!" Kaveh squeaks as he sticks out his hand again and pulls it back just as quick when the hunter wiggles his fingers over his hips.

"I'm not even touching you."

"You're being mehehean!"

"Mean? I've not done any 'mean' thing to physically restrain you from completing your task. Mean would be tickling you here..."

"WAHAH!"

"But I won't do it, of course. You're so close to winning now, come on, keep fixing the device."

They continue their own game of chicken, Kaveh unable to say much but titter in suspense as Alhaitham keeps moving his wiggling fingers around the rebel's body, almost as if plagued by indecisiveness on where to tickle first. Kaveh danced in place, squirming about from the teasing hands that followed every jerk reaction from the giggly rebel.

And then, the clock ran out. Kaveh was shaken out of his cackling stupor, realizing that the rebels had failed. Alhaitham wrapped his arms around Kaveh's waist, his lips sneaking in a kiss to his earlobe and whispering something that would have Kaveh's knees buckling and tugging them both down to the ground in another round of squeals.

"What a shame...you failed. Now then, I think I will be mean."

<3 (they make me so SICK)

WHY ARE YALL FEEDING ME SO MUCH HELLO??:!? i am THRIVING this is so. theyre so cute i LOVE TJIS

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pepitotheantichristandgaz · 1 year

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Brak and Zorak Invader Zim Crossover

Posting this for a friend! His new story is a dark and funny crossover of The Brak Show with Invader Zim on FFN.

https://href.li/?https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14263847/1/Brak-and-Zorak-Invader-Zim-Crossover-of-Doom

Author's Note: This is a Brak Show (adult swim) crossover with Invader Zim. For those that don't know the show, Brak and Zorak are two aliens that go to high school and have a ton of weird adventures (I highly suggest watching a few episodes). It's more of a prequel to Space Ghost Coast to Coast. Zorak in Space Ghost was an alien warlord, and Brak himself was an intelligent criminal at the time. In The Brak Show, Brak is more friendly (and a lot more naive) while Zorak remains more or less the same. The same will go for this fic. I always wanted to try my hand at writing something like this, so here goes nothing.

Dib and Gaz are aged up to 17 and 18, around the same ages as Brak and Zorak.

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Magical Doom Adventure Begins!

Earth:

Precise Location: Outside of Zim's base.

It was a dark and gloomy morning in the suburban neighborhood of Irken Invader Zim. And it wouldn't be a lovely sort of morning if Dib and Zim weren't brawling in the middle of the street.

The taller teen struggled to try to overpower the short Irken in disguise, attempting to grab control device in the alien's hand.

Dib groaned as Zim kicked him in the stomach. "I won't let you get away with this, Zim!"

Zim smiled his iconic evil grin while clutching the device away from his enemy. "I don't think you have a choice this time, Dib-stink!"

The human boy, now angrier than usual, managed to jump the alien, slowly managing to pry the device from Zim's grip.

Zim narrowed his eyes and growled. He quickly lunged at his human enemy once more. "Give it back, Earth-larvae!"

Dib recoiled, backing away from the attacking Invader. "Fat chance, you lizard!"

The Irken grabbed onto the device again, with Dib struggling to pull it away from him. "Soon you and the other worms in your class will surely meet your Moosey Fate this time! I guarantee it! For I am Zim!"

Dib's grip was slowly slipping away, especially as his own sweat began to build up on the remote, making it slippery. "Never!"

Within an instant, the remote flew out of their hands, landing on the pavement in a sickening crack. In the same breath, the old school bus that Zim modified into a ship disappeared directly into a random wormhole, which closed immediately.

Zim's eyes widened, as he quickly got up and ran after it. He grabbed the remote, but upon touching the device it fell to pieces instantly. Zim's breathing deepened, clenching his fists as he dramatically screamed to the sky. "Noooooo!"

Dib, though exhausted, laughed in his usual nasal tone. He couldn't help but to feel relieved it was over. "Give it up! This is the second time I stopped you from sending a bus full of kids through a wormhole to some nightmare dimension!"

Zim spun around, throwing the broken pieces at his enemies head. "You have no idea what you've done, do you?!"

The paranormal investigator raised a brow. "I broke your little remote control so you can't open a wormhole! The Earth is saved!"

The short Irken huffed as he marched toward his large headed enemy. "You've ruined a device that's capable of opening wormholes anywhere in the universe! My other control is on board the ship itself! Who knows where it will end up or who will find it, you stupid, filthy monkey!"

Dib scoffed. "Maybe it'll end up somewhere abandoned?"

Zim grimaced, no longer having a way to monitor the situation. He knew that, depending on where it ended up, it could potentially lead directly to him. Perhaps even jeopardize his mission.

Dib dusted himself off, chuckling. "I'm not worried about any other people or aliens getting their hands on it. They can't possibly be worse than you, Zim!"

"Hey!" A particularly annoyed voice shouted.

Both Dib and Zim snapped their attention to the surly goth that stood before them.

Gaz grimaced at them both as she held her Game Slave 4 in her hands. "We're gonna be late to school. Not that I normally care, but the normal detention rooms are boarded up because of a mutated vermin infestation. If I have to sit in detention in the nasty toilet stall classrooms because of you two, I'm gonna make you both wish I was never born."

Both Dib and Zim briefly froze on account of that ominous warning. Zim blinked, as he and Dib scrambled to compose themselves and prepare for another awful day of high school, lest they piss off the wicked sister.

Meanwhile, one bright and sunny morning, in a suburban neighborhood on a planet far, far away, two best friends waited for the bus together, chatting away.

"And that's when I beat him senseless with a friggin steak!" The green mantis alien recalled in a gleefully evil, deep raspy voice to his friend.

"Wait. Where'd you get the steak from?" The red, tiger-like alien inquired in his usual cheery tone.

"I stole it from the principal's office!" Zorak bragged. "Why should he get a fancy steak after serving the rest of the chumps in the cafeteria slop?!" He shouted, raising a gloved fist in the air.

"Good point. I'm glad my Mom packs us both lunch! The school's food is pretty rank." Brak responded as he held up two brown paper bags.

"Yeah, she's great like that…" The mantis replied as he smirked, thinking about her. Despite her being married, he still had a crush on his friend's mother, which was as weird as it sounded. "Just don't tell anyone at school that she packs us lunch."

"Got it, buddy!" He happily complied, giving him a thumbs up with his red glove. "So what was the rest of your story?"

"Oh yeah. Then I tied it to his head while I brought in this angry badger and-"

Zorak didn't even get to finish recounting his violent escapade as the bus for Learnmore high school slowed to a crawl at the stop sign. Barely a nanosecond later, a bright, swirling wormhole opened up, with a second oddly shaped bus barreling out it, rear ending the Learnmore bus. Cries of panic were heard from the first bus as it was sent flying down the hill at break-neck speed. A large crash was heard, followed by the sight of a black cloud of noxious smoke filling the sky.

Brak gasped, his jaw dropping open as he witnessed the unexpected mayhem, while Zorak cackled loudly, delighting in it.

"Prepare to enter the bus vehicle, students! We're going on a magical adventure trip! There will be no doom involved at all!" A robotic voice suddenly announced from the inside of the flying school bus.

"Oh boy! I always wanted to go on a magical adventure with no doom!" Brak smiled, as he jumped up and down a few times. "Come on, Zorak!" He eagerly said as he grabbed both of their backpacks and began to run to the new bus.

"Not so fast!" The mantis stated in a commanding tone, grabbing his goofy friend by the shirt collar from behind. Zorak eyed the bus suspiciously. "There's something screwed up about this."

"B-but the trip!" Brak pleaded to his friend.

"Forget the friggin' trip!" Zorak shouted. "It's probably some weird creep tryin' to lure us with free candy."

"Candy! I've got free candy! And Pork-cows! Now get in, kids!" The metallic voice demanded.

"Candy?! Where?!" Brak gleefully ran towards the door of the bus, only to be held back by Zorak's strong grip.

"Didn't your old man ever talk to you about stranger danger?" Zorak grumpily inquired.

"No. What's that?" Brak innocently answered, shrugging his shoulders.

Zorak groaned in annoyance, releasing Brak from his grip. He took a few steps towards the open door, eyeing it with great suspicion. His eyes fell upon the "driver" of the bus, a simple android. The rest of the bus was empty, save for some empty walnut shells and a few pictures of a stoic-looking moose. Zorak smacked the robot upside its cheap tin head, causing it to spark and malfunction.

"Lead you to your Moosey fa-fa-fate! Zim shall ru-rule you all pig-smellies! Earth is mine! Weenies! Silence, Gir! Dookie-weenies! Earth will be doomed, Dib! And there's nothing you can do to stop it!" The bot sputtered, before giving out.

Zorak squinted his eyes as he carefully removed the bot's head, analyzing it.

"Zorak! Are you okay?!" Brak yelled as he impatiently waited outside.

"Never better." The mantis muttered as he dug around in the bot's head, pulling out a chip as well as several other advanced instruments that contained foreign symbols on.

Brak cautiously walked closer, curiosity getting the better of him as he tried to peek over Zorak's shoulders. "Oh my God! You killed him!" He cried out in horror.

Zorak shook his head. He held up the metal head. "I didn't kill him. It's a bot, you idiot."

Brak scrunched his brow, poking the bot's now decapitated head with his finger. "But why is there a bot driving a school bus? Where'd he come from? And what's with that big flaming portal behind us?!"

Zorak smirked, holding the foreign tech in his gloved hand. "This definitely isn't Dokarian technology. Or any that I recognize. The lettering looks familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. The message said something about ruling over the planet Earth. And some Zim word."

The red alien gasped! "Oh no! This could be a really bad guy, committing crimes of evil and stuff!"

Zorak waved off any concern, his curiosity reaching its peak. "Yeah, yeah. It sounds interesting. I intend to find out! Let's go for a ride!"

Brak gasped. "B-but we have to go to school or we'll get in trouble!"

The alien mantis cackled as he began to intuitively configure the alien technology. "What are you worried about? Another detention with that fossil of a librarian who smells like something died? Come on, let's ditch! Don't you want to hang out and go explore wherever this metal hunk of junk came from? It'll be fun!"

Brak placed his finger under his chin, quietly grinding his large fangs together in contemplation. "Wouldn't it be kinda dangerous?"

Zorak threw his head back, chuckling darkly as he rubbed his hands together. "That's what makes it interesting!"

The tiger-like alien smiled, throwing both of their backpacks in the seat of the bus. "Alrighty, buddy! Let's go have us some fun!"

"And kick some ass!" Zorak added as he burst into a fit of mean-spirited laughter, with Brak unwittingly joining him.

The mantis shoved the torso of the robot out of the driver's seat. He took the chip from the robot's head and inserted it into a control panel. He searched for coordinates from where the strange bus originated. "Jackpot." Zorak chuckled, satisfied with the results. He took control of the wheel, backing the school bus into the random wormhole on the street as they began to depart from their home planet.

Brak looked out the bus window at a dog that was walking nearby on a sidewalk. "I didn't know you had your license, Zorak!"

"I don't. My mother didn't take me for my driving test because four instructors quit at the exact time my appointment was scheduled!"

"Huh. That's strange…Wait a minute….You're driving without a valid license!" Brak yelled in sudden realization.

Zorak rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, so if any cop asks, my name is Thundercleese and NOT Zorak. Yours is now Clarence NOT Brak. Got it?"

"That's stealing!"

"Not stealing, borrowing. We'll give it back when we don't need it anymore. It'll be a funny prank. You like pranks, don't you?"

Brak chuckled in amusement as he watched the same dog going past the window again on a sidewalk. "Yeah, I suppose it'll be funny. Like that dog. He must have walked by this bus at least four times now on that sidewalk! Zorak, you drive real slow like my grandpa. So slow that the same old turtle keeps passing us by."

The mantis grumbled, stomping his foot on the pedal to accelerate. "This is as fast as this piece of crap scrap metal goes! And there are no dogs, turtles or sidewalks in wormholes!"

"Okay, but he's going backwards now. What a cute dog…Hey! Can we stop for pizza along the way?!"

"Sure, when we get there. But I'll have to 'find' some more money if you catch my drift."

Brak jumped up from his seat and began to use two pencils as drumsticks as he sang his favorite song. "Whoo! I love pizza! This is the pizza song! If you love pizza with lotsa meatza everybody sing along! Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza song! This is the pizza song, everybody sing along! Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza Pizza song!"

The mantis grumbled as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his stomach now growling. "Great, now you're making me hungry."

"Hey Zorak?"

"Yeah?"

"What's a Dib?"

"Hell if I know."

"Okay. What's a Zim? It's a funny sounding word. Wonder what it means…"

The mantis-alien shrugged. "I dunno. Probably a curse word."

An old recording of a strange voice loudly announced to the duo. "Your Moosey Fate Awaits!"

Suddenly, the portal vomited out the bus-like spaceship, which Zorak maneuvered into a rough landing.

Brak smiled largely, jumping up from his seat, running to the door. "We're here! Nice job, buddy!"

Zorak got up from the driver's seat, pushing a button to open the door. The two looked around, exchanging a glance with one another upon seeing such a stark contrast between this planet, Earth, and back home.

It was dark. It was dank. The sky was hazy. The air stank of chemicals and pollution. The streets were littered with trash. Strange advertisements were plastered everywhere!

Brak frowned, as he cupped his hands over his nose. "This doesn't look like a good place to get a pizza."

While Brak was disappointed and even a little nauseated, Zorak's morbid curiosity was piqued, he darkly chuckled to himself. A wicked smirk crossed his green face, as he was ready to explore this new area...and start a little trouble along the way!

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This started off a little slow, but I promise next chapter will be much more interesting!

#invader zim #gaz membrane #dib membrane #zim iz #iz #gir invader zim #aliens #fanfiction #fanfic #the brak show #zorak #space ghost coast to coast #adult swim #nicktoons

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Nur ein paar Minuten. Für das heilige Sakrament der Beichte.

#Narziß & Goldmund #Narziss und Goldmund #Narcissus and Goldmund #Jannis Niewöhner #Sabin Tambrea #mein Zeug #pulls himself up. closes his eyes slowly. grips onto him. who wouldn't scream

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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iwas-baby · 3 years

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“like mother, like daughter”

matsukawa issei x reader

tw/cw: milf!reader/ son-in-law!issei, mentions of cheating, age gap, creampie, oral (f.receiving), titty sucking, breeding kink, degradation, petname: cumslut (used once), dub-con-ish, slight thigh riding, slight overstim, teasing, womb-fucking?

for @dilfsuna’s incestual event!

note: this is a bit “darker” than my normal content but i’m experimenting with it and i’m not hating it

nsfw under the cut. minors dni!

at first, when issei’s wife asked him to drop off some eye drops at her mother’s house he groaned. he cursed her on the car ride over, he hated how annoying she was, that her cooking was sub-par and worst of all, she was lousy in bed.

he swore out loud, gripping the steering wheel tighter thinking of how whenever they fucked he had to imagine over girls and though he’d never verbally admit to it, he imagined her mother the most. he’d always feel so good, imagining it was your swollen tits bouncing as he pounded you into the mattress.

so as he walked into your home, he couldn't help himself as he found you bending over in the kitchen, trying to grab a pot from the bottom shelf. He watched how your yoga pants clung to your thighs, mesmerized by how round your ass was. He could feel his dick slowly begin to stiffen just from the mere thought of taking you right then and there.

issei crept up from behind, trying not to startle you as he placed his hands on your waist. you yelped, naturally, jumping up to see your son-in-law.

"need some help y/n?" he kept his hands on you, purposely letting his hands slowly trail down your waist and closer and closer to the curve of your ass. "i brought you your eye drops."

you smiled at him, feeling your heart fluster as he pulled you in slightly, blushing at the feeling if his dick as it pressed against you.

he heard you thank him, but he was too busy letting his eyes wander down your shirt, seeing how your boobs seemed to be spilling out. he smirked, knowing that you knew he was going to be coming over.

"i-issei, what are you doing?" you nervously asked as he lowered his hands even more. cute, he thought and squeezed your ass. issei lowered his head so that he could whisper into your ear, watching how you squirmed around in his grasp.

"i know you're enjoying yourself," his hushed voice was like honey in your ear, he placed a kiss on the crook of your neck, not giving you another second to protest.

"what about my daughter?" on the verge of rambling, issei shut you up with a lustful kiss.

issei moved back, pushing his leg between your own with a sneer on his face while his hands played with the hem of your shirt.

"you're daughter is a no good slut who doesn't even know how to please a man." his eyebrows knit together, applying more pressure to your cunt with his thigh, "and besides, she wouldn't need to know."

you whimpered at his words, feeling your clit start to rub against him through your yoga pants. gripping onto his shoulder, you beckoned him to take you to the bedroom.

that's when you found yourself on your back, letting issei tug away your yoga pants, exposing the damp spot on your panties. he hovered over your core, forcing your legs open.

he kissed your clit, teasing you through the piece of cloth, slowly grinding his hips into the bed as well. your hands reached for his hair, tugging at his curls.

issei's fingers delicately pulled down your undergarments, practically licking his lips at the sight of your drooling cunt. he started off with kitten licks, toying with your clit as you squirmed on the bed sheets.

he eventually prodded at you hole with his thick fingers, curling them against your gummy walls as you groaned, chanting his name. he thought he'd gone to heaven as your legs closed and your thighs squirmed his face. he brought his lips against your thighs too, kissing and biting them until you groaned loudly.

"issei, i'm gonna, oh god, i'm gonna cum!" you had no shame, arching your back as the younger man lapped up your juices. he felt as you creamed all over his fingers, body trembling as he finger fucked you through your high.

you panted, hazily watching as he stood up, slipping down his boxers to reveal his cock, dripping precum from it's flushed tip. an exhausted giggle left your lips as he climbed back on top of you.

issei grinned, kissing your body as he teased his dick over your folds. his large hands once again found their way to your body, cupping your breasts and kissing down them.

he tugged off your bra, exposing your pebbled nipples as he brought his tongue down to them. while groping your right, he suckled on your left, teething on your nipple.

you whined and panted, gripping onto his shoulders, subconsciously pushing him closer to your tits. he smirked, making eye contact with you as he shifted his mouth's attention to your other boob. he sucked on your tits, decorating your chest in hickies which left your breast sore and aching.

"ah issei, just fuck me," you pleaded, your hips rutting against him. who was he to not listen to you? so frustrated and desperate. forcefully, he opened up your legs, stationing himself on his knees, aligning his own throbbing dick with your pussy.

he sunk into you, what felt like being ripped apart as you felt the tip of his cock kiss against your cervix. you groaned again, hearing gutteral grunts from issei who was watching the way your tits bounced with every thurst.

"who would've thought, such a tight little hole," he threw his head back, basking in the feeling of being sucked in. his wife never made him feel this good.

"like mother like daughter," he pounded into you, now bruising your cervix as you tightened around him, "both of you have whore cunts."

you nodded, mind buzzing with pleasure as his pubic bone rubbed against your already sensitive clit. issei pushed your knees into your chest, feeling you squeeze around his dick.

"such fucking slut, no shame at all," he quickened his pace and along with his words were going to send you over the edge again, "fucking your son-in-law like a no good bitch." he laughed evilly at the sight of saliva slipping your parted lips along with your fucked out face.

you moaned, moving your hips to meet his every thrust, really living up to his words as you felt the veins of his cock drag in and out of your cunt.

issei reached forward, grabbing for your boobs again as his pace slowed down to savor the feeling of your pussy. he watched, amused with the way you whimpered for more which was more than enough motivation for him to speed right back up.

"shit, you want me to cum inside? want you son-in-law to breed you like a classless whore?" you groaned a yes, feeling the snap of issei's hips in response.

"please, please--ah-- need your cum, issei," you were lucky the walls were thick as you screamed out, the coil in your stomach snapping for the second time. your cum dripped down issei's balls, the sloppy sounds of your messy cunt echoed and he chased his own high.

you gasped, overstimulated but still so hungry for pleasure.

"you fucking little cumslut," issei let out, before his hips runted into you one last time, his thighs shuttering. a sudden feeling of warmth filling your pussy, your eyes rolling back as his cum painted your insides.

issei almost collapsed over you, he’d never finished like this before, he could feel the tenfold of cum he'd let out in you pooling on the bed sheets. he swore again, having to head back home to his useless wife, knowing she could never compare to you warm little cunt.

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narcissisticmf · 3 years

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you | loki x fem!reader

description: at the tva, loki is forced to watch the memories he has of y/n, including her death.

trigger warnings: spoilers from the loki series (2021), angst, mentions of death, description of minor injuries, blood, graphic violence, mentions of anxiety, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Loki's stomach churned as he sat by himself, left in the room with Mobius's little projector resting on the center of the table. A sense of desire to watch more of his memories bubbled in the blood of his veins. Sitting in one of the chairs, he let his fingers graze over the table, inching closer towards the 'play' button on the projector. Releasing a gentle sigh, he let his middle finger lazily press it.

The screen before him shone a bright light of which faded into the images of a woman he was far too familiar with. The knit in his brow loosened as he sat up, slowly stepping from his chair to stand close to the screen.

"Where is Loki?" Odin spoke with a grit in his teeth.

"I'd rather die than betray him," Your jaw clenched as hot tears formed within your eyes, blurring the sight before you.

"So be it," Odin leaned back in his chair, taking his fingers and grazing them over his dry lips.

Loki's brow furrowed, eyes tearing as he watched the scene of you and his father unfold. The lightness of his eye color faded dark as hot tears slipped down his cheeks. The scene forwarded it to you stood before and audience, a vacant guillotine was beside you. Your wrists were in chains as Odin sat in his throne. One of Asgard's guards took you harshly toward the machine.

"Any final words?" Odin emotionlessly watched you.

You turned your head to look at him with tears slipping from your eyes, staining your soft cheeks. "You'll never find him and even if, for some reason, you do. He will kill you for this."

Odin sat for a moment, without moving a muscle. He turned his head towards one of the guards and nodded his head, as a way to gesture for them to continue the execution.

Your body was pulled towards the guillotine and you didn't fight it, you could've but you didn't. It would be easy for you to break free, but you didn't take the chance. Your neck was resting within the lunette as one of the guards locked you in place, unable to escape the contraption.

Glancing up towards the Asgardians who watched, you breathed slowly and parted your lips. Heimdall was there with a look of worry and dismay. To the right of him was Frigga and Sif; all of them watched you without moving a muscle, only stood still with tears in their eyes.

The guard pulled the déclic, releasing the guillotine's blade.

Loki stepped back and released an audible gasp as more tears fell from his eyes. Unable to watch the rest of it, he turned his head down and squeezed his eyes closed. His heart sunk into his stomach at the mere sound of it.

His body became weak, so much so that he subconsciously attempted to reach out to grab something so he wouldn't tumble over. He backed up into the table and let his hands grip onto the edge of it.

"She was the love of your life, Loki," Mobius had returned, but his sudden pressence didn't frighten the Asgardian.

"I don't believe it, it's not true," Loki stood up, his voice and body shaking.

"It is true, she's dead. Her fate was written. She died for you," Mobius continued, maintaining the same level of calmness.

"You have her here, don't you?!" Loki's voice shook as tears rapidly fell from his eyes. "Tell me! Where is she?!" He screamed this time, the veins in his neck portruded from beneath the surface of his skin.

"We don't have her, Loki. She's gone, this was her ending," Mobius gestured to the screen.

Loki unclenched his balled fists and gripped onto one of the chairs. Releasing a loud cry, he tossed the chain across the room and shattered the screen, erasing the image of your death. Mobius was unmoved.

"She was all I ever had and you.. y– the TVA, whatever this place is, you destroyed the only ever thing that meant the world to me," Loki's voice broke as more tears continued to fall.

Mobius swallowed a thick lump in his throat, unable to say anything in response. He released a gentle breath and glanced up to Loki. His heart shattered into an infinite amount of pieces, the more he mourned for you, the more pieces would break.

"She died for you, Loki," Mobius spoke with sincerity. Loki wouldn't look up, for his eyes were glued to the tips of his shoes. "She was one of the few people that saw the good in you," His voice was gentle, yet stern. "You let her slip away."

"And if I didn't let her slip away, I'd end up right here because you had this all written out, everything that is to be is written by you!" Loki released another cry, his voice hoarse. "You took her away from me," His voice shook as his cheeks were stained with hot tears, his lashes stuck together from the moisture.

"Y-you didn't have to, but you did," Loki released heavy breaths. "I'll make you all regret that," His lips parted as several tears continued to fall. The light blue and green hues within his eyes darkened as he stared at Mobius. All his emotions were visible within the reflection of his irises.

"I'll bring her back if it's the last God forsaken thing I ever do," Loki spat with his body shaking subtly.

Mobius nodded slowly, "I'm sure you will, Loki."

a/n: hi cuties! i hope this angsty piece of shit was good! i'm not really sure if i accurately wrote mobius so my apologies if he doesn't seem like how his character would truly act. please have a lovely night/day, my little doves! be safe and as always treat people with kindness. <33 — angelina.

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covenofwives · 3 years

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Safe Arms

Tommy's on the run from a masked psychopath and runs into the arms of DreamXD for help. Tommy needs help and somewhere safe and plan; but first of all, he needs to calm down.

The idea given by the wonderful @sleepy--anon of XD protecting and giving comfort tickles to Tommy since the recent lore stuffs. I did have the idea that instead of running into Phil, Tommy would have ran into XD but I probably wouldn't have written it if not inspired by sleepy

A part 2 might come from this, but it might be a while

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Fear. Anxiety. The dreaded sense of death. These were all feelings Tommy was sadly accustomed to. There was a time in Tommy’s life where that was all he felt, day after day. He pushed those memories away, trying to lock them up into the deepest corners of his mind. If he didn’t think about them, then they couldn’t hurt him again.

But that wasn’t true.

“Come here, Tommy!”

The voice was like a knife slowly scraping down Tommy’s spine. He ran, heart pumping in time with his footsteps through the snow covered forest.

“Go away Dream! Leave me alone!” Tommy screamed over the sound of his own heartbeat. He didn’t dare look back and see how close that green menace was.

“Y-You can’t do this again!”

“I can Tommy!” Dream yelled, and Tommy tried to ignore the fact that the voice was getting closer. Much, much closer. “Who’s going to stop me?!” He almost laughed.

Tommy tried leaping over a knocked down tree. He managed to get over it, in his defence, but he landed over an exposed tree root and tripped, tumbling into the snow.

He could feel when his knee battered on the ground and a bruise already forming. He stood up, stumbling as he heard Dream laugh behind him.

“Oho~ You fell Tommy! I’m just getting closer!”

“NO!”

With his muscles screaming in pain Tommy pushed himself up and ran again. He ducked under a low tree and sprinted further into the woods. He had to be close by something. Someone. Anything!

“Tommy!” Dream shouted again, this time his voice lost the playful tone, getting rougher. Like a growl. “This isn’t funny anymore!”

“HELP!” Tommy shouted in desperation. His eyes darted around between the pine trees and frozen bushes and he saw something. It was something green but it wasn’t the right colour of green. It wasn’t part of a tree and it fluttered, moving away.

A cloak. A green cloak!

A hopeful feeling swelled in Tommy’s heart. His mind latched onto the idea that it was Phil. Phil lived in a snow biome and he wandered the forest time to time. It had to be him. Without even the possibility to consider anyone else, Tommy welled up his hope into a shout.

“PHIL!!!” Tommy burst through the pines of the tree, feeling the branches scratch at his cheek. “Phil heeeeelp!”

“Tommy!” Dream shouted behind him. He was getting closer. Tommy wouldn’t look but he could feel it. Dream was right behind him.

“PHIL!”

The cloak stopped moving at the shout and the figure turned. Tommy stumbled his way through another tree. He fumbled in the branches, panicking as his top was caught. “Phil!”

“Tommy?”

The voice respond, soft and curiously, but it wasn’t Phil’s voice. From the less than familiar voice, and the closer Tommy got, he realised it was not Phil he was running towards. This person was taller, the blonde hair was the wrong shade, and instead of a face it was a mask that looked like the night sky.

It was a stranger. But it wasn’t Dream, so it was a saviour.

“Help!” Tommy stumbled, tripping and scrambling over to the cloaked figure. “Please! Help!”

“Tommy!” The stranger knew his name, which should have put more fear into Tommy but he couldn’t think of that. When he was within reaching distance Tommy grabbed onto the cloak, clinging to it like his life depended on it and pulling himself into the tall stranger, making them stumble. “Woah! Tommy! Calm down!”

“He’s going to kill me!” Tommy gasped. The green cloak seemed never ending and warm. Tommy gripped onto it with reddened fingers of cold and fresh scrapes. “Please!”

“Calm down!” A hand ran through the blonde curls. “Slow down, Tommy. Who? Who is going to kill you?”

“Dream!”

The hand on his head turned from comfortingly patting to a protective hold. Another hand came around Tommy’s shoulders and the voice was serious. “Where is he?”

“He’s there! In the trees!” Tommy unfolded himself from the comfort of the warm cloak, pointing to the tree line. His eyes darted left to right to find a trace of Dream, but there was nothing. The forest was silent.

“Wha…” Tommy pulled back, looking over the forest. “H-He was there! I promise! He-He was right behind me!”

The tall figure stood straight, looking through the trees as well. “I don’t see him…”

“I swear he was there!” Tommy’s voice cracked, breaking almost into a cry. “Please! Please!” He turned back, looking up with a pleading and heartbreaking face. “Please! You have to believe me!”

Tommy’s cheek felt warm as a tear trickled down his face. His voice warbled and he must have looked a sate, and yet despite how terrible he knew he looked the stranger calmly comforted him, wiping a thumb under his cheek and hushing him.

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay. I believe you, Tommy. I do.” The stranger’s face was an expressionless mask, their voice weirdly doubled, but they were soft and gentle. “I believe you, but he’s not here anymore. You’re safe now.”

Tommy felt a bubble rise up in his throat and burst out in a cry. The tears fell freely and fast as Tommy buried his head in in the green cloak and arms wrapped around him.

“It’s alright Tommy. I promise you, you’re alright.”

Tommy felt embarrassed for having himself fall apart so easily, but with the fear gone it only left room for the worry; not exactly in life threatening danger, but always looking over his shoulder.

That would be his life now. Again. Always looking over his shoulder.

The hand running through his hair fell onto his back, giving him a comforting pat and Tommy remembered rather quickly that he was falling apart and crying into the cloak of a stranger.

Tommy tried to pull back, noticing the hands around him let him move, but still kept him in contact.

“You…you know my name…” Tommy mumbled. He looked up the figure, who still looked down with his expressionless mask.

The stranger tilted their head. “Yes.” They nodded. “Of course I know you, Tommy. You’re one of George’s friends.” Their hand ran through Tommy’s curls again. “I know everyone on this server.”

George’s friend? Tommy hadn��t spoken to George in a long time and Tommy didn’t remember this person at all. What new friends was George making?

Tommy tried to remember the person. They seemed somehow familiar, but…off slightly.

“You… Who are you?”

The figure hesitated as though holding back their name. “I’m… DreamXD.”

The name sparked anxiety in Tommy like a firecracker. The comforts of the green cloak had suddenly fell away and Tommy jumped back. He tried to make another run for it, but DreamXD had caught his wrist and pulled him back.

“Wait! Tommy it’s not safe!”

“You have his name!” Tommy pulled at his wrist, surprised when XD let it go. He was only saved from falling when XD unfolded an extra two arms under his cloak and caught him. In Tommy’s defence it did not do much to calm him and instead made him scream instead. “You have four arms?!”

“I think that is he least of your worries right now.” XD grunted as Tommy struggled. He kicked and wiggled in the God’s arms till eventually XD had to lower him down to stand again, but still keeping hold of his arm. “Tommy please! I am not him.”

“You have his name!”

“He is my brother, yes. But I am not him.”

“If you’re his brother you’re on his side!”

“No Tommy. He is my kin but I’m not on his side, not with this. I promise you.”

Tommy’s anxiety eased to the sincerity of XD’s voice. He could not see the God’s expression and he he did not know them very well, but something about the softness in the doubled otherworldly voice made him believe them. He calmed down, enough that XD seemed to believe he wouldn’t bolt. The hold on his wrist loosened just slightly.

“You’re safe with me, I promise.”

“I…” Tommy’s voice warbled again. “I… I can’t go back… I can’t…”

“You won’t. I won’t make you.” XD promised. “You’re safe here Tommy.”

Tommy sighed slowly, his breath shaking as XD pulled him back in. “I promise you, you’re safe Tommy.”

“I-I’m not safe! I need to get home! I need to defend myself! Sh-Shroud! I-!”

“Right now you need to calm down. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.”

Tommy’s breath was shaky, calming only when XD lowered down to his level. The God crouched down before unfolding their legs from under them, sitting down over the snow. They just opened their arms but Tommy shot in, climbing into the folds of their cloak and setting on their lap. XD’s arms wrapped around the boy.

“You’re fine now, Tommy.”

"I don’t…” Tommy’s hand fidgeted. He was curled up on XD’s lap, pressed into their chest. “I don’t feel fine.”

“How can I help that?” XD asked softly. One of his hands came up to Tommy’s face. He wiped away the dried tear marks before stopping, his hand pausing mid motion. “Tommy you’re freezing.”

Tommy blinked, as though suddenly remembering he had feelings other than panic. Yes he was cold. And tired. And sore. He looked down to his hands, seeing his knuckles and digits red and scraped. His knee started to throb with pain. He shuffled closer into XD’s chest. “Ran quite a bit through the snow.”

“You’re going to freeze.” Their lower set of arms reached back to their cloak, bringing it around themselves and Tommy. XD then noticed Tommy’s hand, bringing it up to inspect. “You’re hurt!”

“A bit…” Tommy mumbled, wincing when XD’s thumb brushed across his knuckles.

“Sorry.” XD soothed. “I’m sorry. I can try heal you if you would like?”

Tommy looked up. “Y-You can heal?”

“Sort of… It’s not my strongest talent.” XD shrugged softly. “Would you like me to try?”

“...Yeah.”

XD placed his thumb over Tommy’s knuckles again, this time pressing in firmer. Tommy winced again, holding back the whimper.

“Sorry.” XD calmed him. “I’ve not had to heal anyone in a long time. My friend…they taught me how to do it. A long time ago. They can heal any wound, which is weird because their personality does not come across as someone who heals.” The God chuckled.

Their words were doing well to distract Tommy. The pain wasn’t so bad when he had other things to focus on and then eventually the pain faded. When XD’s thumb rubbed along his knuckles, instead of irritating the scrapes, it left behind a tingling feeling along his skin. It was like a soft fizzle, fluttering along his knuckles and making him giggle.

XD smiled. He said nothing as he kept up pace, rubbing his thumb over Tommy’s knuckles slowly until reaching the end. He watched the scrapes slowly fade and mend the skin. When he was done Tommy was still giggling. “Feel better?”

“Y-yes…” Tommy swallowed back his giggling, trying to calm himself. He was already feeling a lot better. XD’s cloak curtained around him, protecting from the cold and shadowing him from the outside. He was warm, protected. It felt like nothing outside the cloak mattered.

“Is your other hand hurt?”

Tommy shook his head. “No, just cold.”

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it. His knee was bruised when he landed on it and he could feel it started to swell. He went to ask if XD could heal him again but then he thought of that tingling along his skin. If he was giggling just from that on his knuckles, he couldn’t think of it on his knees.

“Um…” Tommy tried to think if it was worth it, when his knee throbbed with pain again. “Y-Yes. My knee.”

XD pulled back to look as Tommy brought up his knee. It was a bad bruise. The skin was just red for now but it was purpling at the kneecap. “Oh, that does look bad.”

“Y-Yeah…” Tommy nearly jumped when XD’s fingers rested over his knee. The healing hadn’t even started but knowing it was coming was setting his nerves alight. “I… Um…”

“I’ll heal you.” XD nodded. It sounded like their voice held a smile, or a small grin. They seemed overly happy to do it. “It will hurt a bit. I have to touch the bruise. Are you still okay with that?”

Tommy nodded, afraid if he’d open his mouth he’d let out another squeak. XD placed his thumb over the boy’s knee. He didn’t press in yet, letting Tommy get used to the feeling first before lightly pressing in. The young boy whimpered, holding back the yelp as XD started moving. Soon, just like with the healing along his knuckles, the pain faded away to the tingling and it was just as Tommy feared.

It was ticklish. Very ticklish.

XD swiped his thumb over the top of Tommy’s knee, pressing in to a bad spot of nerves being closely followed by the tingling. Tommy just about held his leg back from kicking out, but it was worked into a small jump instead. He closed his mouth, holding back the giggles and trying to bury his head into XD’s chest. It was like tiny feathers fluttering along his skin.

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, I’ll try to be quick.” XD voice was soft, caring but still giddy.

“I-I’m fihine…” Tommy muffled into XD’s chest. One of his hands gripped onto the cloak around him, pulling it more into himself. “Juhust h-huhurry.”

“I can try, but healing takes a lot of time, and I need to make sure I get eeeeeevery spot.” XD slowly dragged his thumb down the side, lightly drilling his thumb in and making the boy jump and shudder.

“Ehehex Dehehe!”

“I don’t want to miss any spot and leave you with a bruise. That would be irresponsible of me. I wouldn't want to do that to you.”

XD’s thumb moved down under the kneecap which wasn’t as ticklish of course but knowing the tickling to come on the other side of his knee just made Tommy more giddy.

“Almost done.” XD’s voice almost seemed to sing, and they rubbed over the other side of Tommy’s knee. While the boy was preparing himself for another tickle, the thumb hadn’t pushed in as much as he was expecting. XD only swiped their thumb along the side, the tingling running over his skin to tickle him slightly but XD never pressed in. Tommy made the mistake of relaxing, thinking it was all over and leaving himself vulnerable when XD moved their hand back up to the top of Tommy’s knee and squeezed.

“NAHAHA!” While Tommy had hoped the action was just a last check to see if he was healed, his hopes were quickly dashed when XD’s hand didn’t move away and they, in fact, kept squeezing over Tommy’s knee. “WAHAIHIT!” Tommy kicked his leg out, unable to hold back anymore. He tried to wiggle out of XD’s lap but the cloak pulled around him was tangling with his struggle and XD’s arms were not letting him go. “N-Nohoho! Thahat’s nohohohot hehehehalihihing!”

“I think some would say the best medicine is laughter.” XD’s voice was teasingly calm for the tickling they were giving the poor boy. They squeezed above Tommy’s knee, getting the boy kicking before quickly moving and skittering their nails under his knee. Tommy gave out an adorable squeak.

“Ehehehex Dehehehehe! Stahahahap ihihit!” He beat against XD’s chest, but instead of pushing away he shuffled further into XD’s chest. The cloak wrapped around him was pressed against his face to hide his growing blush. “D-Dihihihickhehehead!”

“Oh! Insulting me? Who so kindly healed you?!” XD stopped his tickling then before gathering up Tommy’s wrists in one hand. The bright blonde spitfire squealed. “That was a mistake.”

Tommy had little time to fumble out his apology before XD began to softly skitter their nails along his sides.

“Nohohoho! AHAHAHAHA! Pleheheahahase! Ple-EHEHEHAHAHASE! I’m sohohorry! I dihihidn’t meheheahahan ihihit!”

“I think you should be thanking me, Tommy.”

“THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOHOU! TH-THAHAHAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOHOU!!!”

XD stopped tickling, letting go of Tommy’s wrists at the same time. The boy fell into a heap, practically melted into XD’s lap with his little giggles. He curled against the God’s chest as XD fixed their cloak around him again, arms wrapping around him.

“You feel better?” XD asked softly.

Tommy nodded slowly. He felt slow and warm and tired. XD hand slipped over his stomach, giving him softer tickles and making him giggle again. “N-Nohoho…”

“I can’t have you falling asleep.” XD excused, though they softened their tickling.

“I’m tihihired thohough.” Tommy weakly pushed at the hand.

“I know, but you have to stay awake for just a little bit more, okay? I’m going to take you somewhere safe, alright?”

Tommy’s giggles fell to a low moan. He huffed and softly nodded.

The little blonde complained when his blanket cloak was unfolded and XD moved. They still held Tommy in their arms, holding them to their chest and then they were off. Tommy could have sworn the world whooshed by them. His eyes were half closed and he wasn’t focused, but it felt like less than an hour and the two were out of the snow and into warmer lands. Tommy still didn’t focus on it until he heard a door open and another voice came.

“XD?”

Tommy’s ears perked up, lifting his head from XD’s shoulder. “G-George?”

Tommy’s eyes focused. They were no longer in a snowy biome, but a warm, lush green forest. A small cosy cottage lay under a mushroom tree, and in front of the door George stood. His cloak of white fluff and woven grass hung half off his shoulder.

“Is… Tommy?” George blinked in confusion. His mismatched eyes were a rare sight to see. “What happened?”

“Hello George.” XD smiled fondly, slowly lowering Tommy to the ground. “I found Tommy in quite a state and helped him out. He could use a place to sleep if that’s alright.”

Tommy yawned as though to prove the point, rubbing one of his eyes softly. “Do you have a bed?” He asked slowly, his words slurring a little.

“Suuure…” George answered carefully. He was still unsure of the whole situation, but he wouldn’t turn away Tommy. “Come in.”

George luckily had a spare bed, setting it out in his front room and Tommy collapsed into it, falling asleep instantly. The two left him alone as they talked outside again. “What happened to him?” George asked. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine now. Can he stay here for a bit?” XD asked. They wouldn’t have dared to ask if they didn’t know how fond George was of the younger boy. “He needs somewhere safe.”

“Why? What happened?”

XD paused, unsure if they should tell George. If it was their place to. Surely George should have known what was happening. The whole server was in shambles. But then…

XD noticed the bright red mushroom blush under George’s eyes. “Have you been asleep long?”

George crossed his arms, raising one hand up to wipe along his cheek. “N-Not long…”

“Well the server’s had…it’s had a bit of an issue. Sapnap should be coming back to the kingdom soon and he can tell you. I have something to do.”

George tensed at the sombre tone XD used, clearly realising it was serious. “What? Where are you going?”

“I need to find someone, and give them a stern talking to.”

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!tommy #ler!dreamxd #it took me so long to post this. this almost got deleted about 3 times #covenofwords

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beespeaks · 3 years

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Just in case...

Stu Macher X Reader

Stu gets nervous before his party and decides to come see you in case anything goes wrong...

Aged up characters in college/uni

Tags: Swearing, mentions of murder, character death, basic Scream plot with added character and it’s in college though that’s not mentioned, Making out, angst

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, major character death

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You were laying in bed, book in hand, trying to process the day. Casey Becker and Steve Orth had been murdered the night before, and if you were being honest, that scared you. From what everyone had said at school and what you had heard on the news, it had been a pretty violent death too. You didn’t understand who could ever do something like that and why? What could have possibly possessed someone to do that? It wasn’t right.

You tried to push the thoughts away and focus on the book in your hands but you couldn’t shake the fear swirling in your belly. You were home alone and that just made it worse. You usually craved the nights your parents would go away and leave you alone, but tonight you wished there was someone else here with you.

Stu was having a party tonight, and he pointedly didn’t invite you which just made you feel worse. In fact, he went out of his way to uninvite you and tell you not to come. You weren’t sure why he didn’t want you there or what you had done to upset him, but you pretended you didn’t care, laughing it off like it was no big deal. You hated parties anyway.

A tapping on your bedroom window pulls you away from your thoughts and the neglected book in your hands. There was silence for a second as panic mounted in your gut and then you saw another flash against the window. Someone was throwing something at your window. The only person who ever did that was Stu. You hoped.

Shakily, you padded across the floor to the window and peaked out into the night. It was hard to make out anything much but when you saw another flash against the glass, you knew it was Stu. This flash was green. He was throwing Skittles again. When you had asked him why, he said they were more fun than pebbles.

You sigh and slide the cool glass up the frame and peer out just as a red Skittle goes flying past your head into your bedroom.

“Fuck!” Stu curses. “Sorry!” He stands on the pavement outside, a sheepish look on his face. He’s hunched in on himself, almost like he’s cold.

“Can I come in?” He calls, his voice sounds strange and yet it still comforts you just like it always has. You shut the window and run down to let him in, trudging back up the stairs before he even gets in the door and refusing to look at him. Just because you hadn’t planned on going to that party, doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck that he didn’t want you there.

Your bedroom is cold when you return and it feels smaller with Stu leaning against the doorframe behind you.

“Y/N.” Stu starts and you turn around to look at him. He looks conflicted and small somehow, even considering his tall frame. Something is definitely bothering him and you want to ask what it is. You don’t though, something tells you that you don’t want to know.

“Why wasn't I invited to your party?” You ask instead, you decide you can ask him about it tomorrow. Stu looks surprised by your question, it probably hadn’t occurred to him that it would bother you. Part of you thinks that’s sweet.

“You don't want to come. Trust me.” Something dark laces his words but you brush it off, choosing instead to let his words irritate you. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him.

“How do you know? I might have wanted to.” Stu smiles slightly but his eyes still won’t meet yours, he keeps them trained on his shoes.

“It sucks. You would hate it.” He murmurs and you scoff.

“So, that’s why you’re here then, your party sucked so you thought you’d come and annoy me. How did you know I wouldn't have plans? I could have gone out tonight despite the curfew.” You almost yell. Stu is one of your best friends and there is defiantly something more there, but he always treated you like a second choice. A backup plan. He was always off with Tatum - his actual girlfriend, or Billy Loomis. The only times he ever had time for you was when no one else was around. You were sick of being a secret.

Stu sighs at your outburst and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m glad you were home.” He whispers. It’s quiet, you almost miss it but it changes something. All the anger and hurt you had been holding onto vanishes and you finally take a proper look at the blonde boy in front of you.

The usual loud, goofy idiot is quiet and he looks like he might break any second. He’s standing as close to the doorframe as he can, like he needs to it to hold himself up. His eyes are on anything but you and even from here you can see his breathing is uneven.

“Stu? What’s wrong?” Taking steps towards him, you reach your hand out and touch his shoulder. He flinches slightly before leaning into your touch. “Stu, look at me.” You keep your voice low and soft, like you're talking to a frightened animal. Shaking his head a few times he turns his head slowly to you. His blue eyes are scared and sad and something else that breaks your heart. Now that he’s finally looking at you, his resolve starts to crumble. You were always the one thing that could break down his defenses. You were the one person he never had to pretend with. You were his safe place.

“I’m scared, Y/N.” His voice breaks and then he’s crying, almost hysterically. Deep, laboured breathes and attempts to stop. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug as fast as you can, wanting to make him feel even a little better as soon as you can.

His arms wrap around you instantly, his face buried in your neck as he sobs. He’s shaking and digging his nails into your back but you don’t care. You have no idea what it is that could have him this upset. Stu has always been sensitive and he’ll cry at any sad movie the two of you watch, but even you’ve never seen him like this.

“It’s okay, Stu. It’s okay.” You whisper as you press a kiss to his temple. He doesn’t tell you, but this is all he needed. All he ever needed.

He does whisper something into the crook of your neck though. You don’t catch what it is until he pulls himself away from you to look into your eyes. He swears your eyes are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. His own eyes are still red and filled with tears.

“I love you.” He whispers and you gasp softly. If he had told you this any when else, you would have called bullshit and told him there were easier ways for him to get laid than fucking with your emotions. But the look in his eyes and the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, you can’t believe it’s a lie. You also can’t lie to him.

“I love you, too.”

His lips are on you before the words are even fully out of your mouth. A passionate, heated kiss filled with unspoken words and over a year of holding yourselves back. Your hands grip in his hair and his knead at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. You cling to each other like you don’t need anything in the world as much as you need this, like he’s the oxygen you’ve been craving, like you’re the rain after the longest drought.

The two of you move backwards and fall down onto the bed, never letting go of each other. He’s on top of you now and his lips are traveling to your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses and whispers of ‘I love you’ over and over again. You whisper it back every time. Even if you don’t know why he’s falling apart, you know that’s what he needs to hear to keep him together.

Just as his lips are back on yours, softer and slower now but still as passionate as before, you hear a ringing. Stu pulls back and curses as he pulls a cellular telephone from his back pocket. He looks defeated and scared again.

He doesn't answer the phone, just switches it off and slips it in his back pocket with a sigh. You don’t know why, but you know he’s about to leave. Maybe it was Tatum. She is his girlfriend after all. The reminder pangs in your chest.

Stu’s blue eyes meet yours and you can’t find it in you to ask about Tatum or push him away like you should when he kisses you again. Softly and sadly. A kiss full of ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ and something that feels like goodbye.

He pulls back to rest his forehead against yours and just breathe in your familiar, comforting scent for a moment longer.

“I love you.” He whispers before getting up and leaving the room. He doesn’t look back.

When the phone rings in the middle of the night and your friend Randy recalls the events of Stu’s party, you collapse onto the floor as everything clicks into place in ways you really wish it wouldn’t. It felt like goodbye, because it was.

Stu Macher was dead and you were always going to think about the fact that you saw him last. You could have stopped him, if you had just asked him one more time if he was okay. Just one more time and he might have told you what was happening. One more time and he might still be here.

At least now you knew why you weren’t invited to his party.

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ilici · 4 years

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kitty, kitty, kitty.

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Summary: You and Karl rarely argue, and the one time you do, he is streaming. So he punishes you, after he finishes his stream.

GN reader !

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Degrading, cat maid outfit, biting, gagging, choking.

Word Count: 2138

Karl was already in a bad mood from Quackity and Sapnap teasing him about his relationship with Y/N. They kept repeating, "Karl is a simp", "Karl's the bottom in the relationship for sure.", "I bet Karl literally whines when he doesn't have Y/N's attention." Finally after a while, he snapped at them telling them to quit. They did, noticing he wasn't joking, although twitch chat thought it would be funny to come up with the nickname, 'Whiney boy Karl'. Y/N on the other hand was watching his stream from their shared bedroom, and they found it hilarious as it was all true. Karl was the bottom in the relationship, he would always beg for attention and would turn bratty if Y/N ignored him, and Karl was indeed a simp.

Taking it upon themself to go and bother Karl personally, Y/N got up out of bed and made their way to Karl's streaming room. Karl's fans have seen Y/N on multiple occasions, whether it was them giving food to Karl, keeping Karl company while he streamed, or even joining him on the stream, it wasn't abnormal for Y/N to just randomly pop up. When Karl's door open, he cautiously looked over as Y/N entered the room with a mischievous glint in their eyes. When the two would argue, it would be once in a blue moon, as they knew each others limits and boundaries. But it was never a pretty sight when they argued, as Karl is one to never truly show his feelings, he would finally let them all out when he was arguing.

He would scream, cry, and even go as far as to ignoring them for days on end. Y/N was a different story, they never really showed much emotion when arguing, nor did they show it when they were not arguing. Y/N was not the best at showing emotions due to childhood trauma, which Karl soon helped on, to the point where Y/N would only show genuine happiness around Karl. Now was one of those moments, where Y/N showed their emotions, which was mischievous. Karl already didn't want to deal with their antics as he was still a bit upset from Quackity and Sapnap's bit. "Hi bubba." Y/N greeted, walking over to Karl, and sitting down on the floor. Karl nodded his head in acknowledgment, as he pretended to focus on Minecraft.

Not liking his reaction, Y/N rolled their eyes and spoke up, "What's this 'Whiney boy Karl' ordeal about?" They asked, already knowing the answer. They just wanted to get a reaction from him, and Karl shifted trying to contain his emotions. "I don't know, something chat made up." He said dryly, hoping Y/N would drop the subject. "Obviously, but how do they know you're whiney?" Y/N asked once more, and Karl closed his eyes inhaling sharply. "Shut up." He muttered under his breath, Y/N hearing, but the mic didn't pick it up. Taking this as an invitation, Y/N shrugged and looked around aimlessly, "But it's true, why are you getting so worked up?" They said, which caused Karl to slam his hand down on his desk.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" He said, deathly calm, which shocked Y/N as he was always one to yell during their arguments. "What's wrong with telling the truth? You shouldn't lie to your fans." Y/N argued back, and Karl threw his headset off, which startled the two people that were in a call with him. "What the hell is going on over there?" Sapnap asked, as the two clicked on his stream to see what was happening. Karl had muted on discord, but forgot to mute his actual mic, so the stream could hear and see everything. "Oh? Tell the truth? Okay, sure." He scoffed, moving his gaming chair away from him roughly.

Y/N rolled their eyes, and flipped him off, "You are an asshole, I was joking around and you snapped on me. What the fuck is your problem?" They said, now angry, and Karl laughed shaking his head. "You know what you were doing. You came in here to purposely anger me." Karl said, stepping dangerously close to Y/N, "Holy shit, this is getting good." Quackity said, and Sapnap laughed a bit as he has witnessed a fight between the two before. "So what if I did?" Y/N said, grabbing Karl's shirt collar pulling him closer with a harsh glare. "I bet you did it because you're wanting me to fuck the absolute shit out of you." He whispered, so that his mic wouldn't pick it up, and Y/N visibly gulped.

"What the fuck did he say to them?" Quackity asked, and Sapnap hummed, "You may be short, but that isn't the only thing short on you. So is your temper." Sapnap said, making up random sentences as the two whispered between each other. "What if I want you to?" Y/N asked, looking at Karl's lips as he licked them hungrily. "Go get fucking dressed you attention whore." He whispered in their ear, and Y/N walked out of the room red faced. Everyone assumed it was from anger, but Karl knew what it was from. "Sorry guys, I gotta go. Y/N is having a tantrum because I've been streaming for 3 hours now." He said, before smirking, "Whose the whiney one now chat?" He asked, before he abruptly ended the stream leaving the call without a word.

Quickly making his way to the bedroom, Karl swung the door open to see Y/N in the maid outfit, adjusting the cat ears on their head. He smirked, and bit his bottom lip scanning their body. "What an adorable kitty you are." He said, and Y/N scoffed flipping him off, "Bite me, bitch." Y/N muttered under their breath, and Karl raised an eyebrow walking to them. Grabbing Y/N by their throat, he glared at them, as he reached behind pulling on their hair to make them look up at him as their height difference was by a whole foot. "Speak up kitty." He said, and Y/N winced looking Karl in the eyes, "I said, bite me, bitch." They said, daringly and Karl just chuckled.

"As you wish." He said, removing his hand from their neck, keeping the other tangled in their hair so their head was angled. Leaning down, he harshly bit their neck as Y/N let out a strangled mewl. "Fuck, that hurt." They said, trying to get out of his death grip. Karl being a lot stronger, they were stuck in his grip, as he kept biting around on their neck leaving prominent hickeys. "So pretty." He said, looking at his work on their neck. "On the bed, now." He demanded, and Y/N quickly listened not wanting to be punished more than they already were. Smirking at this Karl, slowly walked over as he adjusted them so they were on their hands and knees. "Ass up higher." He said, and Y/N arched their back.

Karl, was indeed the bottom in the relationship, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to be dominant. "Good kitty." He whispered, pulling down their underwear, and walked to the front of the bed, and forced their mouth open shoving their underwear inside their mouth gagging them. "Not a sound kitty." He said darkly, and Y/N nodded in understanding. Moving back, he moved the skirt up, showing their bare ass. He rubbed it lovingly, and slammed his hand down on it harshly to make sure, the underwear muffled the sounds. Smiling as he heard a muffled yelp, he slowly pulled his shirt off, and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling them off, along with his boxers, he stepped out of them watching as Y/N squirmed around impatiently.

Getting on top of the bed, he gripped their hips roughly, knowing he'd leave bruises on them. Making sure they were prepared, he slowly entered in them, and he let out a satisfied moan when he bottomed out. Not moving, he waited for a signal, and once Y/N moved back against him for friction, he took that as the signal. Pulling out completely then slamming back in, he heard Y/N let out a surprised muffled moan. Repeating this action, he made sure to keep his pace even until he himself grew tired of it. Picking up his pace, he watched as Y/N was slowly reaching their high. Reaching forward he helped them reach it, "Cum for me, be the little whore you are and cum for me." He growled out, now ramming into them.

Letting out loud muffled moans, Y/N felt themself cum at his words, and they would've fell onto the bed if it wasn't for Karl's death grip on their hips keeping them up. Keeping his fast pace, he finally came inside of them, and pulled out watching as Y/N helplessly fell onto the bed tiredly. Smirking as he saw the white liquid slowly fall out, he smacked their ass again, this time softer. "You think we are done? Fuck no, get your ass up." He said, and grabbed their hips again, making sure to dig his nails into their skin. "Cat's have 9 lives, so you have 8 more rounds to go." He told them, and Y/N whined out, digging their face into the bed as he slammed back into them without a warning.

By the time it reached 4 A.M. Y/N was worn out, and sore, while Karl was just tired. Falling down beside Y/N he was breathing heavily, "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He said, looking over at Y/N who was just staring at him in a haze. Chuckling he reached over, taking the cat ears off, "Now you know that I will bite back if it comes to it, literally." He said, and Y/N just let out a tired laugh, as they took off the maid outfit, limping to the bathroom to cleanse themself. Karl watched amused at their limping, "Seems like the cat couldn't land on all fours." He joked, and Y/N flipped him off from the bathroom.

"Will you shut up?" Y/N whined, and Karl got up walking into the bathroom, "Seems like someone didn't learn their lesson." He said, picking Y/N up, and walking into the bedroom throwing them down onto the bed harshly. "No- wait- I'm sorry." Y/N said quickly, and Karl looked at them, before he nodded. "Just rest up." He said, handing Y/N his shirt to put on. Putting it on happily, they laid down, Karl wrapping his arm around their waist. "Do you think they heard our argument?" Y/N asked, mainly thinking about if they heard the sexual parts or not. Karl chuckled, "I made sure they didn't hear those parts, don't worry. They probably heard everything else." He admitted, and Y/N nodded their head.

Y/N yawned tiredly, and soon fell asleep. Karl shortly fell asleep after, the two were soon awoken by a loud bang from their living room. Groaning, Y/N rubbed their eyes as they looked around confused, "Karl, someones in the house." They said, and Karl quickly got up walking out of their room to go into the living room. "Holy shit!" Karl yelled, and Y/N bolted out of the room, and found Karl on the floor, and a relieved Chris standing above him. "Oh my god Y/N I thought Karl murdered you!" He said, running over to you, and hugged you. Looking down at Karl confused, Karl shrugged in an answer, "I saw your guys argument, and when Karl or you didn't answer your phones for 12 hours straight, I thought one of you died." He said, and Karl laughed a bit.

Y/N scoffed and mumbled, "One of us did." Which Karl heard, and Chris looked at Y/N confused, "What?" He said, and Karl got up, "They probably got scared from you." He said, and Y/N nodded, "I thought me and Karl were going to be murdered, as it is 6 in the fucking morning Chris!" They yelled the last part, and Chris laughed sheepishly, "I was just worried about my baby cousin, alright?" He said, now embarrassed. "How the hell did you even get in?" Karl asked, and Chris pointed to the now shattered window, "Sorry about that.. I'll ask Jimmy to buy you a new one." He said, and Karl slapped Chris upside the head. "God you're so dumb, and you have a fucking son." Y/N said, rolling their eyes pinching the bridge of their nose.

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