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[lolotr]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Baby's First PWP!, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Dom/sub, Dom Edwin, Sub Charles, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Kink Negotiation, Praise Kink, (as one of my commenters put it: charles rowland's government mandated praise kink, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Riding, Bottoming from the Top, idk if all this is needed im just being thorough Series: Part 8 of pure of heart, dumb of ass, dead of boy (dead boy detectives fic) Summary:

“Charles, do you want me to tie you up?”

Charles's eyes slip closed without his permission, and all the air leaves his body in a rush. “Yeah.”

“And,” Edwin says, stepping close enough that Charles can feel him in his space, “what would you like me to do then?”

“Anything,” Charles replies immediately, leaning in like a moth to the flame. “Anything you want.”

[ven-on-trial]

Ascending Heaven

Aki Hayakawa x AFAB!Reader x Angel Devil

warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, afab!reader (reader has breasts & a vagina), they/them pronouns for reader, unlabelled poly relationship, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, handjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, masturbation, reader on top & bottom, smoking, mentions of death

wc: 4.0k

summary: "It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in."

this is the first full smutfic i've posted so uhh i will apologise in advance if the smut itself is a little janky in places im still not entirely used to writing it lmfao. also i swear they are protected but it is 5am i have worked on this for 9hrs straight and i do not have the energy to edit a mention in pls forgive me ;-;

Smoke lingers in the air as Aki passes his cigarette across to you between two lithe fingers, stretched out languidly across his bed whilst you sit propped up with plump pillows against the headboard. 

He has long since taken down his hair, allowing the shoulder-length black strands to fall loose across his shoulders and frame his face. You think he looks much prettier like this, more unwound and destressed, like the burden of existence has abandoned him for just a moment. 

Seeing him so unashamedly himself in these late evening encounters ignites something within your soul, something tepid but sturdy, like the early flickering embers of a roaring fire. Like a hearth, nestled in the centre of a grand living room, its small yet radiant heat enough to warm the entire space. And when he leans his head back, smiles, and lets out an unbridled amused chuckle, you know you’re lucky enough to be seeing him at his most comfortable. 

Though he is still in his work clothes, blazer left by the front door already, with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons popped open, it looks like he has found a new sense of freedom within the four walls of this room. With you, and with the man who sits comfortably in the armchair on the far side of the room, eyes on you as he waits for you to pass across the cigarette. 

Angel Devil is something all of his own entirely. He is still fully dressed, not a single crease out of place in his attire, as he rests his head lazily atop his arms, long lashes batting at you in such an enticing way that it is a wonder you haven’t risen from your spot and plonked yourself in his lap already. 

His wings are tucked up flat behind his back, angled just right with how he has bent forwards so that they aren’t being squished against the chair. They flex subconsciously with each rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, almost like they’ve a life of their own separately to him. 

Angel is, you think, so very deserving of his namesake. Ethereal and otherworldly as he smiles fondly at you, the dim light of the bedside lamp reflecting off his halo and casting faint golden slivers across the bed and the walls. It is like he is trying to illuminate yours and Aki’s resting forms from where he sits, gentle kisses of light heavensent, his own personal rendition of an embrace. 

There is no name given to the situation that the three of you have found yourselves in, though there certainly are plenty if you were to sit and think about it. It’s fairer that way, you decided early on, to each of you. After all, the Public Safety Division isn’t exactly the place one works when they want to maintain lasting relationships with other people. 

And yet you always find yourselves in each others’ company of a night. 

Sometimes it’s just two of you, if someone is unlucky enough to have to work late. But more often than not it is all three, sitting together like this in Aki’s bedroom, passing cigarettes between each other as if it were utter blasphemy to each nurse your own. 

Perhaps it is something about the intimacy of the action, the indirect kiss (as childish as Aki might deign to tell you it is), and the bond of trust that comes with directly sharing the little nicotine sticks like this. Whatever it is, it is tinged with a fervent emotion, an unfathomable longing that brings you back to one another night after night. The desire to be whole, maybe, to fill the void that lingers within the shell of your heart. 

And it is this same intangible desire that has Aki bringing a fallow hand to your cheek and pulling you to him when you return to the bed, pressing kisses to you with all the same admiration as a hoarder with their grandest treasure. His lips pass against you like static, a pleasant tingling sensation that blossoms out from the point of impact and ripples across your skin. 

It is so very easy to fall into a rhythm when you kiss, senses heightened by sheer virtue of touching one another, the culmination of the past few weeks of teasing and flirting finally coming to fruition now that you have the chance to have one another like this. 

Angel finishes the smoke you’ve just given him, stubs it out on the little ashtray he’s kept on one of the chair arms. “I can go,” he offers, causing you to lift your head and turn to him, “if you want to… carry this on?”

But you are reluctant as he says this, and a shared glance with Aki tells you that he is as well. It has never seemed right to exclude Angel from the sex that you have, but he always insists that it isn’t worth the risk of skin-to-skin contact. Always finds an excuse to leave before you can convince him to stay. And it makes sense, sure, but it doesn’t stop the fact that there is always a void missing from the carnal activities you partake in.

“You don’t have to leave,” Aki says. “We don’t have to do anything if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, or make you go home.”

“I know it helps you unwind,” Angel pouts, rising to his feet. Of course, thinking of your wellbeing no matter how much he’ll insist he doesn’t really care. “And I can’t get involved anyway, so why stay?”

“Angel, darling, why don’t you tell us how you want us?” you suggest, fidgeting against the plush sheets beneath you. “This way you can be a part of it too. It’s not fair to ask you to leave, after all.”

It takes a moment for Angel to respond, the wires in his brain short-circuiting at your proposal. He’s frozen in stasis at first between standing and sitting, hands still gripping the arms of the chair in mid-lift. His gaze flickers between you and Aki, both of whom look back expectantly as you await an answer. The reality of your proposition seems to be sinking in as his mouth opens and closes, words forming but not quite escaping.

And then he sits. And then he speaks. 

“On top,” he says hesitantly. “I want you to be on top of him.”

Obediently, Aki moves to lay beside you, fingertips lingering against your waist to coax you into straddling him. 

After a few airy laughs whilst you fumble and reposition yourself on his lap, you are at last sat the way that Angel has directed. Aki’s cock strains in his trousers and presses against your clothed pussy as he reaches up to claim your lips, rubbing in just the right way to catch your breath in your throat. 

Aki steals the hitched air from you, swallowing it as he kisses you hard, hastily unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off your shoulders. You shrug it off the rest of the way, tossing it to some imageless void on the far side of the room, reaching down to unzip Aki’s trousers as he grinds urgently against you. 

“Is this… good for you?” you check with Angel, resting your head upon Aki’s shoulder as he works at unclasping your bra. He is watching with wide eyes, blown-out pupils, and a wavering breath. Giving you a furtive nod in response in lieu of verbal coherency, you take his actions as a sign to continue and lean back on Aki’s lap, tenderly pulling his cock free from his boxers. “Okay, let me know if you want us to stop. That goes to both of you, of course.”

Aki’s warm breath fans against your cheeks heavily in anticipation as his eyes close and his chest heaves. Your hand finds his dick readily and he rises to your touch as you grip him, a needy whine slipping from parted lips. He falls into a responsive acquiescence easily whilst in your hands, pliable like putty, and the quiet moans that spill from him sound so pretty as they roll down his chin. 

“Tell me, Aki,” Angel hums, confidence finding him now as he folds one leg elegantly across the other, leaning back in the chair, “how does it feel with them touching you?”

“Good,” Aki pants, “feels so good.”

“You can give him more than that, my love,” you urge, kissing along the side of Aki’s neck. “What exactly feels good?”

Accented by a particularly loud gasp as you squeeze the base of Aki’s cock, he murmurs, “feels good when you do that, when you’re rough with me, please.”

“Good boy,” you say, pressing another kiss for praise. His nails dig into your shoulderblades as you stroke him, the slight biting pain keeping you grounded. 

With your full attention on Aki now, him reverent and hot beneath your wandering hands, you can hear Angel shifting to your right. It must be just as torturous to him, watching his partners engaging with one another’s bodies and being unable to join in, as it is for the pair of you missing out on the chance to touch him in turn. 

His direction is indulgent, selfish, urging you to shift whenever you get a little too into the moment, just so he can get the best view possible. But it is worth it, to feel him there with you in any regard. And Aki is even more responsive tonight than when you fuck alone, as though the sensation of being watched and commanded has heightened his senses and elevated him into a separate state of bliss. 

There is something about the three of you occupying this space together, even if you weren’t currently hazed with carnal desire, that feels like you have sequestered yourselves away in a personal segment of paradise. Nobody can encroach on your privacy here, no public safety offices, no death, no destruction, no annoyingly endearing not-quite-explicitly adopted teenagers. The weight of reality has lifted from your shoulders as though it has evaporated into the air around you, still present, but now negligible here. 

“Fuck,” Aki moans, dragging the tips of his fingers against your flesh as he reaches for your clit, desperate to hold as much of you as he can every step of the way. Your movements jolt as the sweet friction of his gently circling thumb wracks through your body, and you swear that the room starts to spin when you rock against him to encourage him to press in deeper. 

As the first orgasm of the night hits you, it is steady, building up like a stream of bubbles and bursting in billowing swells. Aki’s cum spills out onto your stomach and you press your forehead to his as you both ride out the last few thrusts of your climax, peppering feathery kisses to the tip of his nose. 

“Do you want us to do anything else?” Aki asks to Angel, absently running his hand across your shoulder as you come down from your high.

“Could you… eat them out?” Angel suggests. You can see how his wings twitch in anticipation, as does his cock, at the thought, and it brings the heat pooling back to your pelvis already.

Aki’s attention turns to you- “you okay with that?”- and when you nod eagerly, situating yourself on your back and spreading your thighs invitingly, he laughs at your enthusiasm. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You’re already soaked from earlier, your sweet pussy glistening in the light as Aki grasps onto your hips and settles between your thighs. His tongue is so hot when it presses against you, runs through your folds and laps at your clit. Fingers threading through his hair, your head falls against the pillows, crying out when his tongue dips inside you. 

Aki eats you out with practice, with fervour, taking breaks to nip across the expanse of your thighs until they are squeezing either side of his head and you are quietly urging him to continue, to stay right there and to keep doing that, just like that, good boy.

“Make a mess for us,” Angel commands, voice soft and light and so pretty as it breaks through the symphony of your moans and Aki’s gentle hums of affirmation echoing as praise against your dripping cunt. 

It is all you need to spill over the edge for a second time, crying out incoherently as this orgasm hits you harder and with far much more sensitivity. Your clit aches through the aftershocks, cunt clenching at the sudden lack of friction. 

“Fuck,” you say, tone imbued with a giggle as the last throbs of pleasure ebb and flow from your body. “I hope you guys don’t want to do anything else tonight, I don’t think I can take it.”

“Sure you can,” Aki taunts playfully, leaning in close to steal a kiss. “Just one more?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you laugh harder, squealing as he continues to smother your face in kisses. 

“What about if it’s for Angel?” Aki says, gently turning your head to face the devil in question. You exchange a glance with him, drinking in the blissed out but certainly not sated expression that glimmers in his eyes, as Aki whispers against your ear. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint our sweet boy when he’s been so patient with us, would you?”

“Okay,” you hum in agreement, “for Angel. That okay, baby?”

Angel perks up as you call across to him and voices his approval, readjusting his position on the armchair to get comfortable once more. 

There is a quiet moment as Aki positions himself over you, one hand cradling your cheek and the other steady on your hip, where those gentle glimmering reflections from Angel’s halo paint the room once more. You are bathed in gold for several seconds, which stretch into endless hours as your breaths intermingle in the space between you, chests rising and falling in sync.

Angel may not be able to physically touch either of you right now but it is more obvious in these few seconds than it has been all evening that he is so intrinsically tangled into your lovemaking tonight. When Aki pushes into you, it is Angel’s name you gasp into his shoulder, and if you were not so drowned out in the pleasure of feeling full, you would have heard the same name tumble from Aki’s lips in turn. 

You are so used to the sensation of Aki by now that you could map his body blind, but there is something new in the mix tonight and it leaves everything feeling so much fresher, as though you’ve been dropped back into unchartered territory and told to make your way out again. It is thrilling, addictive even, to feel Aki, to revel in the warmth of his body against yours and the familiar sound of his hips slapping against your own, whilst hearing another voice in the mix, another set of frantic breaths and another scent that mixes with the familiar smell of your usual sex and turns it into something so much more.

“Does that feel good?” Angel pipes up airily, earning muffled groans of satisfaction in response as you find a steady rhythm to match Aki’s thrusts and your cunt starts to clench around his cock. He beckons your attention with a lilting call of your name. “How does it feel to be so stuffed with Aki’s cock?”

“Angel,” you whine, fingers digging into the firm curve of Aki’s ass to draw him deeper within you, to feel every single inch of him as he fucks you, “stop teasing.”

“What do you think I could do if I were there too?” he continues, paying no mind to your half-hearted protests. “Maybe I’d take your ass whilst Aki fucks you… or you could have my dick in your mouth. Perhaps I’d fuck Aki whilst he fucks you- oh, you both seem to like that one.”

Despite his words, Angel is just as flushed and dishevelled as the pair of you, his own hand tightly fisting his dick and his hair a mess cascading across his shoulders as he slumps heavily into the armchair he occupies. 

He garners more confidence in the heat of the moment, becoming more vocal, as though he has to babble out every thought in his mind whilst he unravels. And you certainly can’t say you mind it, as each word brings you closer to the edge, brings Aki closer, hot breaths mingling as you dip in to steal a kiss, and another, and a third whilst he fucks into you. 

Aki’s cock pulses as his thrusts falter, as he kisses you with such unbridled vigour that the air is stolen entirely from your lungs for the second time tonight and you feel lightheaded when your third orgasm of the night finally comes crashing over you in waves. Your body feels electric, alive, like every single nerve is awake and feeling absolutely every single sensation coursing through you. 

In your ears and the base of your neck, you feel your own heartbeat thudding. 

Aki takes your face so tenderly in his large hands as you come down from your high, placing sloppy haphazard lips to your forehead and nose and chin. 

As your head lulls to the side, you see Angel with parted lips and flushed cheeks, hand still resting atop his softening cock and cum painting his chest as he watches you fondly. You smile across at him and the little quirk of his lips in response is enough to sate you before Aki steals your attention once more. 

“I’m gonna get some stuff to clean us up, okay?”

“Mmh,” you nod slowly, “okay.”

With the bed to yourself, you spread your arms out and stretch your muscles to realign yourself in the wake of your previous activity. Getting comfortable in the middle of the pillows, you turn to Angel again. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask quietly. “I mean… I know it can’t be the same as the real thing, but did it help?”

“It did,” he says. “It was better than I thought it could be.” 

“I’m glad,” you say. “We've wanted to find a way for you to join us in this for so long.”

“I’ve wanted that, too,” Angel agrees, stretching out his wings and groaning under the exertion. “You both look so pretty when you’re fucking like that, you know.”

Giggling, you toss one of the throw pillows across at him- “don’t say that! -” but he catches it easily and cradles it to his chest as he laughs back at you. 

He looks adorable like this, cheeks and nose still pink, even his chest dusted lightly with red, and sweat making the shorter strands of hair on his forehead cling to the skin. Pillow clutched against him like a lifeline, tight in his grasp as though he's trying to substitute it for something else. 

"I want to touch you so badly," he complains, sighing as he collapses back into the chair again. "You think Aki will be up for another round?" 

"Not tonight," the man in question replies smoothly, tossing a spare towel across the room. Angel doesn't catch this one as easily, the fabric instead thwacking him square in the face and skewing over his head. "We've got work in the morning." 

The pout Angel gives as an attempt to convince Aki otherwise fails to win out, whilst Aki attentively cleans you up. He runs a warm damp washcloth across you to wipe away the cum staining your cunt and stomach, patting your thighs to encourage you to spread open again for him. "C'mon, the quicker I do this the sooner we can all cuddle." 

Which has Angel practically scrambling to clean himself up in turn, getting up and heading to the chest of drawers by the window to rummage through Aki's old shirts. A looser one procured for himself, one he slit holes for his wings in long ago, lays folded neatly on the top and he hangs it across his forearm as he digs around for another one for you. 

"Ooh, that one!" you declare as you spot your favourite, a baggy old thing that was already several sizes too large for Aki when he first got it, and you catch it when Angel tosses it across to you. You lose yourself in the soft cotton fabric as you wrestle it over your head, but eventually it is on and you finish up your bedtime outfit with the bottoms you brought with you. 

Aki has since settled into bed beside you, arms around your middle and drawing you close into him. It’s far easier to lay yourself wholly against Aki, with no worries about how you’re positioned. His chest is broad and comfortable, pectorals like pillows as you nestle against them, and his thick arms squeeze you gently whenever you shift, like he’s reassuring you that he’s still there. 

And although it is a little more awkward to situate Angel, you choose to be the one closest to him when you lay like this in case of accidents. After an argument following the discovery of Aki’s remaining lifespan, you had decided that it was less risky to situate you in between the pair of them. You had the chance to have a much longer life ahead of you, more to get away with on the very unlikely chance that Angel would sap something from you as you all sleep. 

Angel gets to bury his head into your chest this way, though, embracing you as fully as he can manage, with his mouth in the perfect vicinity to press grateful kisses against your clothed collarbone and along the slope of your breasts as you allow sleep to take hold of your weary forms. Loose strands of fine pink hair tickle your chin as you resist the urge to kiss atop it- just in case- and you lean your own head back into Aki’s chest as he runs his hand idly along Angel’s covered shoulder. 

You’re sandwiched between the two of them, really. A physical buffer, a conduit of the tender affection that passes through the veins of all three bodies like a live electric current, like the three of you, when kept together, are a complete circuit pulsing with something far beyond any of your comprehension.

And yet none of you could ask for more as the early hours of the morning draw near and the city lights filter beneath the thick blackout curtains, a subtle reminder that the return of the life you’ve spent the evening avoiding approaches ever nearer with each passing second. 

You’ll wake in the morning to Angel somewhere across the other side of the room, having shifted impossibly in the night and practically flung himself off the bed. Aki will have risen before you and left to make breakfast for the pair of you, and for the insatiable teens that will almost certainly be the cause of your awakening in the first place. The bed will be yours alone for those first few solitary minutes of the day, before you finally have to force yourself from your reverie and face the world. 

But it is home. 

And it is enough. 

[fkinavocado]

in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)

Warning: 18+, smut, slight age gap (younger male/older female), dark!harry

Hard candy- Masterlist / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 3 (Word count: 2.8k) - posted 15h August

Harry yawned, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow propped onto the counter in his candy store. He checked his wristwatch again, huffing in annoyance. It was awful, but someone had to do it. And by “had to”, he meant it in the literal sense.

He owned the store and for… legal reasons, he couldn’t hire a salesman. He had to be the one to do it. The candyman, as it were.

It was excruciatingly boring. But he had no choice but to sit there, Monday to Friday, from 11am to 7pm and put on a chipper attitude for the kids and a seductive lilt for the ladies. The latter of which he didn’t mind at all, usually. Not that he minded the kids either, he was genuinely fond of kids. Otherwise he would’ve pretty much gone mad doing this for the past 2 years. But the ladies were the only true perk of this whole thing (except for the other undisclosed ones of running this business).

Who would’ve thought that being a candyman would get him laid as much as it did? Not him, but it was the only thing that kept him from going batshit crazy with boredom on the daily. It was easy, really. Kids would rarely come into the store by themselves. Usually they’d be accompanied by their nannies or mothers. Thankfully not so much grandmothers, as they tended to not want to overly spoil their grandkids or were too mindful of looming cavities. The odd male customer now and again, but unfortunately chivalry seemed to have indeed died, since so few ever stepped over his threshold. Women, as it turned out, were much more inclined to either succumb to their own sweet-tooth, or make a nice gesture in the form of gift giving candies to someone else.

His favourite were the mothers, though. The MILFs, as Harry unashamedly called them.

Harry couldn’t deny it, he’d always had a thing for older women, and there was just something about women that had children of their own. Mothers were just instinctively nurturing, warm, empathic, kind, gentle whilst simultaneously strong, fierce, downright cutthroat when it came to protecting what was theirs. And, to Harry, they were women, in the truest sense of the word. Not all women were cut out to be mothers, you had to really be a force to be reckoned with to want to take on such a role. 

On top of all that, Harry found mature women to be extremely in tune with their bodies. They knew what they wanted, how they wanted it, and they took what they wanted unapologetically. Something primal seemed to awaken within women that had given birth, it’s like a switch they’d flick within themselves and they’d finally realize their inegalable worth in this world. They knew they were unstoppable. And fuck, was that sexy.

Having been with both younger and older women, he much preferred the latter because of all of these reasons. Younger women had their own appeal to be sure, but he just found himself significantly more attracted to older ones, both physically and on an emotional level as well. He found that he just didn’t quite have the patience for women younger than him, and at 27 that shrunk his dating pool considerably, most having already gotten married by the very least by then.

Harry knew it was twisted of him, but fucking married women was, to him, maybe the most exciting experience. Apart from the obvious thrill of bettering another man and taking what was rightfully someone else’s, he absolutely loved treating these neglected women (for otherwise they wouldn’t be seeking an extramarital affair, after all) the way they deserved to be treated. Most were downright touch starved, and extremely willing to please. He’d treat them right and they would shower him in praise and be so, so grateful and eager to express their gratitude- however he deemed fit.

Not that he was complaining, but Harry just couldn’t understand how come such gorgeous, amazing women were being neglected by their husbands. Some men just didn’t know how to appreciate the treasure they’d somehow landed, since obviously they weren’t deserving of it in the first place. He didn’t understand how so many chased younger women in detriment of what they had back home, since, he for one thought mature women were so much more fun in bed. Maybe some men got off to the idea of showing a woman how to properly suck them off but he for one much rathered someone who knew exactly how to work him to the point where he was rendered speechless. These women were experienced, and they were more than capable of catering to a man’s needs instead of just being pillow princesses. 

And Gabrielle was testament to all of this. Could a younger woman pull off what she’d done to him the previous night? Not likely. He smirked to himself remembering her little stunt at the end there, where she left him high and dry after she got hers and he felt himself getting hard at the memory of it alone. Was it infuriating? Yes. Infuriatingly hot.

He loved a woman that could challenge him in bed. And Gabrielle, sweet, proper Gabrielle, the one he’d lusted after ever since he’d first landed eyes on, was the most pleasant surprise in a long while. 

How many times had he fantasised about fucking her brains out while poor old David was at work? He’d lost count. She’d been his wet dream for so long, the hot MILF across the fence, but she ended up exceeding all his expectations. She was such a good match for him, she had no idea.

Literally. They hadn’t even gotten to the good part when she left. He didn’t get to prove himself to her, and he was kicking himself for it. He should’ve tried harder, but he was just so stunned by her boldness and taken aback by the mere fact that she actually showed up, not to mention enthralled by their little nurse/patient act, that he just lost himself in the moment, completely giving himself over to her. 

He wasn’t mad at her for leaving like that, if anything it ignited his obsession for her to the point where it was now all consuming. He was just upset that he couldn’t show her how good he could give it to her. Aside from eating her sweet cunt out, he’d just sat there and let her take the reigns, which had felt amazing and by the way she’d reacted the feeling had been mutual, but he didn’t get to prove himself to her and fuck her like he’d always imagined.

The doorbell chimed, snapping him out of his reverie, and his eyes landed on one of his regulars. A smirk played on his lips remembering how the woman in front of him had gagged on him last time she’d been in there, and judging by her mirrored expression she was recounting the same events in her mind’s eye.

"Why, hello there. Anything I can help you with today?" he smiled devilishly at her. She was definitely younger than him, but just because he had a preference for MILFs didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy other women as well. A pity that he couldn’t get closer to the real deal, to satiate his particular craving after Gabrielle had left him wanting, but she’d do just fine. She always did.

"Yeah, actually. Ever since I woke up today I've been craving something sweet. Do you happen to have any lollipops or... I don’t know, something else to suck on that will last a bit longer? I just can never seem to have enough of these things."

It wasn’t long until Harry shut the blinds in the store and flipped the sign over to “we’re closed” before locking the door securely and turning all his undivided attention to his eager customer “Well, well. If it isn’t your lucky day. Sounds like you got a bit of an oral fixation” he chuckled lowly, eyeing her from under the lashes of his hooded eyes

“Maybe some of those jawbreakers…” she hummed

Harry winced, biting his lower lip “Those are really sour tasting though, and you mentioned you’d like something sweet…”

She batted her eyelashes innocently at him “I don’t mind a bit of sourness… would it make me drool a lot?”

“They’re quite big also… wouldn’t be able to close your mouth all the way and you’ll definitely drool all the way down the middle of your… generous decolletage, there” Harry swallowed thickly

“I don’t mind getting a bit messy” the women leaned over the counter for him to get an even better view of what he was staring at already

“…Let me give you a sample, then” he beckoned her with a come hither motion of his index finger and just like that, she once again found herself deepthroating Harry behind the counter.

But he was craving more than just that today, he wanted to scratch the itch Gabrielle had left him with and he decided the woman whose name he didn’t even know was going to have to do. It wasn’t long before he pulled her off of him with an audible pop, then turned her around and splayed her upper half over the counter. “Be a doll and hold on tight, sweetheart” he warned sweetly as he quickly pulled on a condom he always had at the ready and then pushed into her from behind without facing much resistance. She was positively dripping for him.

“Hard enough for you, darling?” he asked, pounding into her mercilessly. They could hear all the candy rattle in their glass jars on the display with each hard thrust of his hips against her bottom. 

She shook her head, holding her breath “Harder!”

Harry growled, sliding out of her, pressing her chest flat against the counter using his large hand, the other landing right across the tender flesh of her ass for legerage, the echo of his slap resonating throughout the candy store before he impaled her in one swift, hard thrust “Fucking take it, then!”

The woman shrieked as he drove into her deeper than anyone had probably ever reached “Oh, God! Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning to” he gritted his teeth, then yanked at her ponytail causing the angle to change dramatically and she cried out, pleasure visibly overtaking her every senses as her pubic bone now also continuously hit the hard surface of the counter “Like that, sweet thing? You’re the sweet, I’m the hard. Makes. For. A. Great. Combo” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust “Don’t you think?”

She didn’t get to reply, her orgasm seemingly completely taking her by surprise making her shake violently as he rode her through it just right, milking every single aftershock out of her.

“Lasted long enough for you, darling? C'mon. Back on your knees. You can suck on hard candy all you want for being such a good girl. There’s even a surprise filling at the end, ah? Only the best for you, sweet thing. Now open up”

Harry was nothing if not indulgent. A generous lover. She wanted him down her throat and he couldn’t deny her, ultimately.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the worst of jobs, fronting the store. These sweet “lunch breaks” more than made up for the overall boredom that came with selling candy.

But even boredom was welcomed when his after hours comprised of much more… thrilling activities. 

Closing the store (for real, this time), Harry emptied the register. He shook his head amusedly; how the IRS bought into him owning this candy shop for 2 years with minimal profit, barely breaking even actually, was beyond him. But a good accountant was priceless in these scenarios, and that’s why he had the best of the best. 

Jeff wasn’t the kind of man you’d suspect to be into laundering money. Which was precisely what he needed. Again, priceless.

Switching off the lights he unlocked the backdoor that led to the storage. Nothing spectacular if you didn’t count the hidden door that led to the basement. Said basement hadn’t been included in the blueprint of the store, of course. It was practically, legally at least, nonexistent. Opening it up using the passcode hidden behind boring wall decor, he was met with the scowl of his… business partner.

“You know, these walls really aren’t as soundproof as they should be” the man mumbled as he continued his meticulous work unphased

Harry smirked “Oh, really?”

The man finally made eye contact “Wipe that smirk off your face. I make important phone calls in here. Haul stuff in here”

Harry shrugged amusedly “S’just candy”

“Yeah, when I haul it in. How about when I take it out back?”

Harry feigned confusion “Still candy, of course. Whatever are you implying, Mitch?”

The young man rolled his eyes and resumed his work, muttering his disapproval

“Any deliveries due for tonight?” Harry assumed a more serious tone, approaching his friend

“Yeah, Niall will be over in a few”

Harry nodded “Good, good. Quite a few this week so far, eh?”

Mitch huffed, raising his eyebrows, visibly pleased with how things were progressing. Harry was pleased as well. Everything was going swimmingly.

Just then they heard the passcode being punched in from the other side of the discreet yet sturdy door, sliding it open. 

“Speak of the devil” Harry hummed at the young man climbing down the few steps towards them, rubbing his hands together 

“All set?”

“Almost” Mitch carefully finished assembling the last batch under the watchful gaze of his partners

Harry then diverted his gaze back to his fairer friend “What’s the story here?”

Niall flinched away from Harry’s prodding finger, caressing his brow bone in its wake “Just a minor… misunderstanding”

“Anything I should be worried about?”

“Nah, it’s fine I’ll ice it when I get home”

Harry deadpanned “I wasn’t referring to your blackeye”

Niall crossed his arms over his chest “Ever the doting friend, aren’t ya? No, nothing to worry about. I handled it” Harry raised an eyebrow to which Niall reiterated “I did!” he raised his fisted hand, showing off his bruised knuckles 

Harry winced playfully “You really should consider my method” he mirrored his friend’s stance, showcasing his ring adorned fingers

“Yeah, I’ll pass”

Harry shrugged “You’re missing out. They’re quite fun to use in the bedroom as well, see? I turn the H and S ones over towards my palm and ta-da! Got my initials all over some lucky chick’s ass”

“And bonus, Mitch gets to hear all about it in the basement!” Mitch sing-songs sarcastically and Niall cackles his trademark laughter 

“Yeah, I’ll pass. You do you, though”

“Or literally anybody else” Mitch countered

“Hey” Harry scolded over his friends’ cackles “Not anybody”

“Anybody over 30, my apologies”

Harry squinted his eyes “If you must know, what you just heard upstairs was me railing someone younger. She couldn’t have been older than 23”

“Yeah, slow day. I get bored in here too, so I’m not judging”

Harry rolled his eyes to Niall’s amusement and Mitch’s lips ghosted a faint smile, visibly pleased with his comebacks. They both loved to tease Harry for what they called his “mommy kink” although Harry insisted that was not what it was. And it wasn’t, truly, which is what irked him about his friends’ presumptions of his taste in women, however jestingly they’d meant it.

“That true, H? Is it really slim pickings out there? Maybe I should front the store for a while and you can handle deliveries for a change, then”

“How altruistic of you, Niall”

“I know. ‘Tis what I’m known for”

“Absolutely. Mitch, how about you? Wanna beat someone up? Since we’re switching places let’s just fuck it all up while we’re at it” he shrugged 

Mitch gasped “Sick! Been dying to use my signature roundhouse kick”

“Only we can’t let H in here with the goods, can we?” Niall cackled but his own laughter died down on its own when he realized he’d taken it too far. 

After a long moment of awkward silence, Harry muttered “Guess we can’t, can we” he then cleared his throat “Ok. I’m off for the evening. You guys good?”

“Mhm” Niall nodded, avoiding eye contact and Mitch gave him a knowing look

“Night, bossman”

Harry gestured a halfhearted wave as he climbed up the stairs and made his way out of the store using the backdoor, unlocking his car remotely.

“Guess we can’t” he mumbled to himself, driving off, changing gears a tad more forcefully than required.

A/N: soooooooooooooo, we learn a bit more about harry. looks like it's more to him than just a candyman with a high libido 👀 i'm excited to take this story further! can't wait to read your thoughts on it so far! oh and yeah, hope you like the new characters as well 😆

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[lochrannn]

(gifs by orla-mcool)

Us fanfic writing shippers have always known that these two are not exactly... vanilla.

So, on the occasion of Lila smacking Diego twice this season and them waking up with ropes and shit, let me share with you some of my favourite mildly and more kinky (most of them are pretty explicit though) fics from post season two (and yes, I will unashamedly plug my own fics here as well). Mind the tags with all of these.

Oh, before I begin my recommendation, as someone who’s seeing a huge influx of kudos right now (which is absolutely awesome), you can absolutely comment on an older fic. I guarantee, the fic author’s will be stoked. I’ve not had a single comment since S3 came out. Come talk to me about fanfic, please!

My absolute favourite is this Tattoo Artist AU by @pepperf. It’s just so physical: Skin

Another of Pepper’s mild aus of post S2 in which Lila and Diego start a crime fighting duo and Diego’s very into the cat woman look: Aren’t we a pair?

The one “Diego gets pegged” fic that I really enjoy (I totally get how everyone gets there, it’s just not usually my jam): a baseline mutual respect for bodily autonomy by katplanet

At Herb and Dot’s wedding the rest of the Hargreeves accidentally and awkwardly end up witnessing Lila and Diego getting it on (this is a four part series but the parts basically function as chapters): Herb & Dot tie the knot by PogoGogoMojoJojo

Post S2 AU in which Diego takes over Al’s Gym and Lila has a bad day and they sort it out the best way they know how: Kiss with a fist by me

Also post S2 AU in which Lila is just recently back and the two of them are still navigating their relationship and Lila gets a little too into Diego being a bit of an asshole in public (all very understandable circumstances): Hellhound on my Trail also by me

Completely plotless smut in which Lila wants to find out how she feels about choking in bed: Baby, keep loving me also also by me

I have started working on stuff for S3 but I have been very tired since my binge and also can’t get away from looking at show stuff, and honestly, they were so perfect this season, it’s hard to know what exactly I could add XD (I will add something, I swear, and if it’s just the sex scenes)

[itsnothesameasitwas]

hiii! this month I’ve read a lot of great fics, so I decided is time to start my monthly fic rec… that means I’ll be doing a short fic rec and recap every month with my favorite fics of the month

note: the fics I’ll be mentioning weren't necessarily posted recently

!!! - please be careful and read all the tags and/or warnings before start reading and left kudos and nice messages to the authors <33

❀ Divinely Blessed by thinlines @thinlinez  | 17k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

“I heard you, Ni. But what do you mean?”

“What do you mean what I mean?”

Harry rolled his eyes as he shoved his alpha friend down onto a seat. “Did you mean you lick someone out or…?”

“Nah, mate! It was me! I got licked out!” Harry could only stare at Niall in horror.

Alpha Harry prides himself on having the bravest and most caring omega who might or might not just fulfill his sudden curiosity.

note: for some reason i don’t know i fell in love with the ABO and found this fic someway and WOW! it’s really fluffy and sweet and while i was reading all i could think about was “god! i really want someone who love me like Harry loves Lou and viceversa” and also has a great smut scene, funny and well writen (cliff ily babe)

❀ Promise me you won’t run away by thinlines | 23k | Explicit | ABO | Español

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

note: this fic is beautiful and really REALLY well written, i need to say i cried and im the most cold person in the world but this caught me and I LOVED IT! but also when i finished it i got mad because in the end notes was the spanish translation and i read it in english lmao; anyway i love it!!!... summing this up, the fic made me thought about that LOVE ALWAYS WIN <33

❀ Twist the knife by jishler @jishlerfics | 6k | Explicit | Angst / Smut | fic post

Infuriating, but Louis missed it. Louis missed him. His thighs and his chest and breath and warmth and toothbrush next to Louis’. He missed sex with Harry but he missed his presence more: Louis would settle for watching Harry get himself off if it meant he got to see him; hear the voice that was like a soothing balm over all his wounds.

Two weeks after their breakup, Harry wants his toys back.

note: i definetely don’t read smut in purpose and the reason i’ve read this was because i love the moodboard BUT i need to thank the person who put it on my dash because i liked it so much!! was fun to read and the smut is pretty well written :))

❀  Hold you now by solvetheminourdreams @solvetheminourdreams | 131k | Angst with happy ending | fic post | playlist

The string within Harry's own sweatpants is now dangling outside of his pocket, stretched so far out that the seams of his pants have tightened. His eyes remain hyper focused on Louis, how oblivious he is—scrolling through his phone without a care in the world, while Harry feels his tilt on its axis.

Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

note: at the end of the first chapter i was emotional, is the kind of fic that you feel every single emotion, the one you literally feel are part of it... it’s perfectly well written and please give it a chance and  check all the stef’s works because she’s a super talented writer... if i say something else i’ll probably do spoilers so, shut up ana.

❀ The money mark by brightgolden @brightgolden | 52k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

Harry's heart beats faster in his chest as the name sinks in. The Tomlinson name is awfully familiar, and he isn’t sure how many rich Tomlinsons are out here in London, but he knew one. Seven years ago.

Like all fine things in the world, Louis Tomlinson ages exceptionally well.

OR

Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.

note: THIS IS MY FAVORITE FIC OF THE YEAR. sorry, but this fic is super well written, is omega harry + alpha louis and find smth like this is almost impossible! but i loved the fact that harry could be an omega and a sugar baby but he’s independant and strong and wow! it’s amazing; everyone should read it because it’s really good!! (ps. louis is the alpha of my dreams, he’s a complete gentlemen)

❀ Sweet like candy by neodiamond @neondiamond | 4k | General Audiences | ABO | fic post

Louis is an Alpha with an odd obsession for gummy bears. Harry is an Omega who makes friends a little too easily. They meet on the bus.

note: this is the cutest fluffy fic I have ever read! strangers to friends to lovers <333

❀ Literally making love by Brooklyn_babylon @twopoppies | 30k | Explicit | Robot/Human Relationship | fic post

Holding up one of the android's eyes to the workshop’s windows, he smiled as the light picked up the gold flecks in the pale green of his irises. Louis had always paid attention to even the tiniest details.

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All Louis intended to do was rescue someone in need from loneliness. He had no idea it would be himself.

note: science + me = signal error BUT this fic. OMG. how to say this is one of the fics would be in my recap at the end of the year; i have read another fic by Gina and was really good but this is probably my favorite between both of them... all i know and want now is to create my perfect partner lmao. 

❀ I’m gonna keep this love, if you let me by pixies @tomlinbuns | 26k | Explicit | ABO | fic post

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

note: this one is simple to discribe... the best of the best. one of my favorites abo fics, funny, teasing and very romantic. i enjoyed so much read how these two guys fell in love with each other. god bless this fic <33

❀ Beautiful stranger by lovelarry10 @chloehl10 | 66k | Explicit | ABO / Mpreg | fic post

“Did you want to- oh. Uh, sorry, I-” Harry stuttered, licking his lips as he looked over Louis’ bare torso, not focusing on the ocean ahead of him. “You’re very distracting, Lou.”

“Trying to tell me you haven’t seen a topless Omega before?” Louis asked, walking back to his rucksack and grabbing a bottle of suncream out of it before returning to stand by Harry.

“Not one as stunning as you,” he thought he heard Harry mutter as he started to rub the cream into his shoulders.

*****

When Alpha Harry Styles attends the Gucci Cruise 2020 show, he knows what to expect: clothes, clutch bags, and a few too many pretentious people. What he doesn’t expect, however, is to run into an Omega who is more beautiful than anything on the runway.

note: this fic is from 2019 but who cares, i loved it so much and i want to thank/blame @justalarryblog​ because she unintentionally recommended it to me in her abo fic rec post and now i want someone like this harry in my life... is it too much to ask? because is one of the most beautiful abo fics i’ve read this month and wow. if you haven’t read it yet, what are you waiting for??

❀ Waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings  | 21k | Mature | Mpreg | fic post

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

note: this fic is really new, someone reblogged the fic post and when i saw it first i was like ‘huh?’ and then suddendly (in less than a minute) decided it was the next thing i’ll be reading and now i’m completely in love with it. Lou i need to say you’re the kind of guy everyone wants in their life <3 

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❀ all the love, ana. xx

[writing-in-april]

Surprise Pretty Boy

Spencer x Female Reader

Summary- You haven’t had sex in a while, because of your job and your infatuation with Spencer Reid. You proposition him for sex and have a big surprise waiting for him.

Warnings- Smut, soft sub Spencer/ dom reader, nipple piercings (female), oral (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

A/n- this is my first smut, I’m a little nervous to post tbh. This is edited but only a bit and also my requests are open! Some of the formatting is weird too I’m on mobile sorry!

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I needed to fuck the shit out of someone, it’s been too long at this point. I couldn’t even remember the last fuck I had, I think it was 8 months ago at a bar. It didn’t help that I rarely got out of the house because of my job, the BAU never slept so neither did I.

We had just gotten home from a stressful case that almost ended in disaster. All I wanted to do at this point was unwind by having a mind blowing orgasm but there were no men or women in sight. Unless I went for Spencer who I had a massive crush on, he was honestly the reason I stopped getting laid. I just couldn’t get railed by a one night stand without thinking of him, it got too weird and I just wanted the real thing.

I was so desperate tonight that I might shoot my shot, we just happened to be the last ones in the office doing paperwork. My horny mind had been preventing me from being fully productive all day, but I had finally finished my massive stack of reports. Spencer often took on the slack of everyone else when it came to paperwork, something that I’ll never understand, but he did look cute when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration trying to write as fast as he could. God I just wanted to break him. Maybe I would deny him orgasms all night or ride him into the sunset and watch his whimpering face as he begs me to stop after making him cum multiple times.

Spencer has noticed that I was unashamedly staring and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“You ok?” His voice snapped me out of my x-rated daydream.

“Yeah just thinking.”

“About?” He scrunched his nose in typical Spencer fashion. Fuck it, I’ll be honest with him, he was too cute for me to not at least attempt to make a move.

“How much I want to fuck you” I stated bluntly, a look of shock spread across his face.

“Y-you want to w-what?” His voice started to raise a few octaves, getting to that squeaky pitch that made me want him even more.

I slowly sauntered over to his desk chair and swung my legs around him so I was straddling him. His big brown eyes had become as wide as saucers and he started stuttering, his hands betrayed his nervous persona as they immediately sat above my ass.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Spencer” I said with conviction, he gulped hard and sighed deeply mulling over the thoughts racing through his head.

“I-I want y-you to fuc-ck me, can we go back to your place?”

I nodded a yes to him “Only one rule tonight Spencer, I’m in charge. Is that ok with you?” He bobbed his head back in a yes, then we both got our things and raced to the elevator.

I pulled Spencer into my car with a promise of giving him a ride to work tomorrow, and probably broke 50 traffic laws on the ride home.

We both bolted out of the car and stumbled through my doorway in a heated make out session once I finally got the door to open. I pushed him against my closed front door and slipped my tongue into Spencer’s mouth fully dominating the kiss. My arms fully enveloped his larger frame and I started to tug him over to my couch so I could fully enjoy him.My legs swung over his lap straddling him for the second time that night. We continued to make out on the couch like horny teenagers for what felt like bourse until Spencer started to paw at my blouse. I leaned in to start kissing and biting on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his button up. My lips slowly worked their way up the column of his throat and I bit on the shell of his ear, which let me hear a gorgeous moan.

“I have a surprise for you pretty boy” I breathily whispered into his ear as I dragged my palm across his jaw. He let out a gorgeous whine and rutted his hips up into me. He was in for a shock, I had gotten my nipples pierced when I was younger to make them more sensitive. I hope Spencer would appreciate as much as I did.

I slowly peeled my shirt off my figure, I had no bra on and my pierced nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. Spencer’s eyes widened and he let out a little beautiful squeak at the sight.

“You like what you see?” I smirked and batted my eyelashes. All he could do was nod eagerly in response, he greedily leaned forward and almost immediately wrapped his mouth around my nipple. I moaned at the sudden contact and I started to grind on his hard crotch again. His mouth continued to suckle on my bud combined with the hard metal as his other hand came to pinch my other nipple.

Was it possible to orgasm from nipple stimulation? Normally I’d say no, but the way Spencer’s mouth sucked on my bud was getting me off better then most guys with their hand down my pants. Plus the way his bulge was hitting right at my clothed clit was almost enough to push me over the edge. Spencer must have sensed how close I was and snuck one of his hands in my pants. He deftly worked his finger on my clit which pushed me over the cliff.

“Oh my god Spencer” I moaned out as I rode out my first high of the night. His eyes raked over my form in awe, I had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

After I had come down I slowly slid down onto my hard wood floors not really caring for the pain from being on my knees.

“Thank you Spencer, you were such a good boy” Even though I was the one down on my knees I was still in full control.

Spencer’s pupils were blown wide in lust as I undid his belt buckle and pulled his boxers and slacks down all at once.

I bit my lip as I got a good look at what Spencer was packing not to thick but god was it long. I moaned in anticipation of how good the stretch would feel but for now I just wanted my mouth to work its magic.

He was already painfully hard but I wanted to tease him a bit more so I slowly started to move my hand up and down his shaft. I was purposely barely gripping him, I wanted to see how desperate I could make him. His eyes had shut at this point, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please do something” he gasped out, so I slowly leaned forward and took his head in my mouth but I still barely gave him the relief he was looking for. He hadn’t begged enough yet.

He tried to apply pressure on my head, I grabbed his hands and pinned them to the couch.

“Holy shit y/n please!” His raspy voice was raised to an octave I didn’t think was possible. So I finally relented taking him back as far as possible into my throat and precum filled my mouth as an indicator of his desire. The sounds that Spencer was making were music to my ears, he moaned loud each time I took him to the back of my throat. I could tell that he was about to cum so I suddenly pulled my mouth off of him with a soft pop.

He whined at the loss of contact, he almost looked like a baby that had gotten his candy taken away.

“Don’t worry baby boy I want you to cum inside me instead. Is that alright with you?” He seemed to enjoy the nickname and bit his lip nodding his head once more.

“Y/n please fuck me.” I loved hearing him beg like the good boy he was. I crawled up into his lap again and slowly sunk down onto his length letting myself feel every ridge of his cock. Spencer moaned the loudest he had all night, which I didn’t even think was possible. His breath was shaky and I could tell it was taking all of his will not to thrust up into me, he was being a good boy by waiting patiently.

Once I adjusted to his length I started to bounce on him making him even more breathless then before. Then Spencer pulled me closer to him and started to play with my nipples again, I could tell he fully appreciated my piercings.

“Your such a good boy Spencer always taking care of me.” I gasped out, my hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back hard. His blissed our state was an amazing sight to see, his mouth was open in a gasp, his eyes were barely open and in a glassy state.

“I’m so close y/n” he whimpers our pitifully

“I’m close to baby boy help me get there with you” My words barely escaped coherently but he understood bringing one of his hands off of my ass to my clit. His large dexterous fingers rubbed tight circles on my clit and suddenly my vision turned white.

After I rode out my high my focus was back on Spencer.My lips sucked beautiful hickies onto his neck that would be a pain to cover up, I honestly didn’t care at this point.

“C’mon baby boy cum for me” I gently coaxed him to his release in a few last hard bounces. His strangled moans accompanied with the ropes he shot into me helped me into another small orgasm that I barely registered was on the brink.

“Holy shit” I gasped out after I had somewhat caught my breath. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, so I’d prevent a UTI when Spencer’s arms wrapped around my frame.

“Stay” he breathlessly whispered.

“I’ll come back and cuddle but I really don’t want a UTI Spencer. You’d be the first one to remind me of that.” He relented and let go, my feet padded through my apartment everything else quiet as I made my way to the bathroom. After I had relieved myself I grabbed a washcloth to clean him up as well. I made my way back to his sleepy form cleaning him up and I let him envelope me again after I was done. We cuddled naked in silence for a while waiting for someone to bring up the awkwardness that would surely come up after a night like this.

I knew that Spencer would never be the one to make the first move, just like with my request to fuck him so I decided to take another leap of faith tonight.

“Spencer”I quietly whispered bringing him out of his thoughts “I don’t think of you as a one night stand or a friends with benefits I truly like you. I-I’d like to go on a date if you want to?” He looked a little surprised also mixed with relief? I couldn’t tell as I waited in bated breath for his answer.

“I’d like that to y/n, I was honestly scared you’d only want this to be a one time thing” he admitted meekly, I basically lunged at him kissing his beautiful lips.

“Round 2?” I asked between kisses

“Only if this time I can be in charge?” He cheekily asked.

“Oh definitely Sir”

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[buckysgoldenheart]

Watching You

Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: Walter did not like to waste time on stupid things, and being asked by some young troublemaker to start following an ex-girlfriend around fell under that category. At least, it did, until he found out just who the ex-girlfriend was.

Words:  2334

Warnings: Cursing. Slight smut. Not Edited or anything of the sort, so expect little!

Note: This is just something I had saved that I thought I’d post while I finish up the Vampire Henry Series (Unexpectedly Bitten). I plan to post the rest of that fic all at once, most likely this weekend. As always, comments are appreciated :)

What a no-good loser. That’s what Walter thought the second Jimmy Masters walked through the front door of his office on a Saturday evening. He was a good six inches shorter than Walter, much scrawnier, ten years younger at least, and in desperate need of a haircut. He was the kind of kid Walter hated, the kind of kid that had probably seen the inside of a jailcell for a night or two for some stupid, petty crime, yet refused to learn his lesson.

Walter’s eyebrow arched in disinterest and he sat back in his chair, arms crossed as a coworker led the kid inside.

“We think this falls in your area, Marshall.”

Walter had only nodded and told the boy to sit to explain his reason for interrupting the first moment of peace in the day.

“I got a friend who says detectives know how to follow people real well,” Jimmy said, his voice an aggravating tone that Walter already couldn’t stand.

Walter cleared his throat. “Your friend is rather astute.”

“What?”

The detective blew out a breath, exhausted after speaking with the kid for less than a minute. “Just tell me what you want.” And when Jimmy was done with his pitch, Walter said with a sigh, “You want me to follow a girl that clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

“No, man. She loves me. She does. She’s just confused right now, and I gotta make sure there’s no other guy, ya know? I don’t want her messing around. It’s disrespectful.”

Walter heaved out another long sigh, rubbing at his temples. “But she’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jimmy shook his head, his shaggy, dusty-blond hair swaying vigorously with the motion. “That’s temporary.”

Snorting, Walter sat up in his chair. “Sure it is. Look, you think maybe she just isn’t interested anymore?”

“Hey, I’m not here for additional commentary. Can you help me or not?”

“From what you’ve said, she’s not breaking any laws, she’s not a danger to herself or others, so I have no reason to—”

“Please, man. Please,” Jimmy said, putting his palms together in lame prayer. Walter was sure this boy hadn’t prayed to anything in his entire life. “I’ll never step foot in here again if you help me out just this once.”

Walter eyed the kid, trying to weight the pros and cons of wasting his time on something so inane, but if it got the little, blond twit to go away, then he figured there were worse things. It had been a slow week as it was. He groaned and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Fine. What’s her name?”

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“Walter,” You said, trying to hold back any emotion in your voice as you moved aside to let him pass the threshold into your small apartment. As habit had it, you were much happier to see him than you wished. Walter always had a way of lighting your every nerve on fire from just your bodies being in the same room. You couldn’t help wanting him, missing him, but you hid it well.

As he walked in, his body trailed the outside chill behind, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he pulled the beanie you’d bought him off his head and turned to face you. Though the irritated look on his face was not an uncommon one, you didn’t appreciate it directed at you.

You crossed your arms. “Well?” Walter hung around quite often until you had asked him to quit it, and though he didn’t usually listen to you--putting his own concerns above your wishes--you knew he held a respect for you that made him at least try to keep his distance. If he was stopping by now…well, it could only bring you trouble, but not seeing his face in so long had you more lenient.

“Why is some punk walking into my precinct and asking me to follow you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. How many punks could you possibly have hanging around?”

Being a decade older, Walter often made you laugh at his distaste for younger adults. You were the one exception, he’d always said, but all others were ‘punks.’ He feared the day Faye had to deal with boys your age, if she were ever so unlucky. “You met Jimmy?”

His fists kept clenching and unclenching, his shoulders somehow broadened, and the frown on his face made his eyebrows pinch and dip deep. “This idiot is really attached to you, Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more you realized that ‘irritated’ may have been too sweet a word for what Walter really was. “He just doesn’t like his ego being bruised.”

Walter shrugged off his winter coat and tossed it on the couch as if it was still normal for him to do so, then ran a hand through the dark, messy curls you always loved. “Why the hell are you messing around with a--?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not messing around with him anymore.”

“Well, he seems to think it’s temporary.”

“It’s not.”

Crossing his arms, Walter shook his head like a disappointed parent would at their bratty, misbehaving child; the way you’d seen him look at Faye every time he found out she was spending too much time on social media. “Stay away from this guy, alright?”

“You would tell me to stay away from any guy,” You mumbled to yourself with a snort.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not give me attitude,” He snapped back. “You’re not being safe! If you were, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation!"

Instantly, your shoulders stooped and the same old headache began to form. “Not this again, Walt. According to you I’m never safe unless I’m in your line of sight.”

“Yes!” He yelled, stomping your way, stopping just short of ramming his body through yours. “Now if only you could stay in it!”

“You can’t have eyes on me all day every day.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You promised, Walter.” You let out a small whine. “I told you it was too hard for me to keep seeing you around wherever I went, and you promised you would stop watching me.” You wished it didn’t have to be that way. You wished seeing his face didn’t bring on such a potent punch of pain, but it did. Every single day when you left your apartment, you saw him standing by his car, a coffee cup in hand, unashamedly watching you like some creep. Eventually, you stopped looking in the direction you knew he would be, hoping you may forget he was there at all, but you always felt his eyes on you; such a strong stare, he might as well have been touching you. But you couldn’t take it. Months of your every move being tracked by the man you loved but couldn’t have was taking its toll, and so you begged him to leave you alone, to give you some relief.

“I did stop, and what happened? Barely a month after I made that stupid promise, some dumb, obsessed kid comes asking me to stalk you.”

You leaned back against the wall, growing more exhausted by the minute. “Well, with all the past practice you’ve had watching my every move, I’d say he was rather smart to pick you of all people. Shitty coincidence that he would though, since now I’m getting lectured.”

“I am not lecturing you.”

“Fine, but whatever this is you’re doing here, you’re out of line. My business is not your business anymore. It hasn’t been your business for the last five months.”

“Your little boyfriend came to me,” He said, pointing a finger at his chest, “so yes, it is my bus--”

“It is not!” You bit back. “You could’ve turned him away. You could’ve told him not to follow me around unless he was itching to get a restraining order, but you didn’t, did you? You took this opportunity to check up on me. Again!”

He stepped back, looking as if you had slapped him. His aggressive, guarded barrier of emotions cracked, and you could see the vulnerability he hadn’t shown since your relationship ended.

“Walter” You sighed, “You’re the one who stepped back. You’re the one who said it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship. You said I was a distraction and—”

“I said you’d be at risk, not that you’re a distraction.”

“It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Damn it, Y/N, it does! I only did it because I love you!” He said without hesitation, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know that!”

You blinked. “No, I did not know that! You seriously broke up with me because you love me? That’s ridiculous.”

“I broke up with you to keep you safe, but I clearly suffered for nothing seeing as you put yourself in unsafe situations even without my association.”

You wanted to believe him, so bad, but people don’t leave behind the ones they love. After all, you loved him and the thought of leaving him made you nauseous, even now. When you were together, he may have appeared in love, but after a year he still hadn’t told you and you knew you’d let yourself get a little too hopeful. If you were honest with yourself, him breaking up with you was not as much of a shock as it should’ve been. But as you looked at him now, you could see that he truly believed you already knew.

“It doesn’t make sense that you would do that,” You said. “People don’t just break up with someone they love.”

“Fuck, Y/N, did I ever seem unhappy with you? Did I ever come across like I didn’t want you every second of every day? My every other thought was of you,” He said loudly, like a rant, and you were having a hard time figuring out who he was mad at. “So don’t try to tell me how I felt, and feel now. I still love you and that’s not going to change, but I can’t have criminals, murderers even, coming after you because they are pissed at me for hunting them down or having a case against them. It would take nothing for the average officer or detective to figure out that you and I were together even if we were hiding it. How hard do you think it would be for some psychopath?”

You hadn’t realized a tear slipped down your cheek until you tasted it at the corner of your lips. It was salty but somehow bitter and left a thick burning path along your skin. You quickly wiped it away. “Why didn’t you tell me this months ago?”

“Because, stubborn as you are, you wouldn’t have listened. You would have told me it didn’t matter.” He fell backwards onto the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a groan. “I try to do the right thing. I try to protect you, thinking everything will be fine as long as no one can link you to me, but I can’t…stay away.” His eyes met yours. “And then you beg me to, and it’s excruciating to obey. When I was able to watch over you, it reminded me that I did the right thing. You were safe and I could constantly be reassured of that.”

You walked over to him, your heart thumping with every step, then sat on your knees in front of him, placing your hand atop his own resting on his thigh. His other hand reached for your face and his fingers softly grazed your cheek before they tucked some hair behind your ear. “Walt—”

“That kid…Jimmy,” Walter interrupted as he began tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. “He thinks you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“You swear?”

“Of course, Walt. I told you--”

“I know,” He said with a single nod of his head. “I know. Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep now.”

You rested your cheek on the inner side of his knee and said, “You could sleep here.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” You bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t even dare to count how many times you’d had sex during the course of your relationship, but now, asking him not to leave made your pulse thrum in your ears.

He leaned forward and looked down at you. “Because I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“Then why would you bother trying,” You whispered without a second thought and slowly inched up on your knees so you could connect your lips with his.

It lasted only a second or two before he broke the kiss, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you onto his lap. His grip at the back of your neck pulled your mouth to his as your hand slipped between your bodies and quickly started to undo his belt buckle.

“God, baby,” Walter groaned against your lips when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and released it from his jeans. He pulled the ratty, old t-shirt of his over your shoulders and softly settled his hands on your hips. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…missed these,” He said, placing a kiss on one bare breast, then the other. “I missed you, so much.” He placed his lips to the curve of your neck, then met your eyes. “I miss you every fucking day.”

You kissed his forehead, and his arms tightened around you as you lifted your hips and sank down onto him. “I missed you too, Walter,” You said, but the words melted somewhere within the mix of your moans and his groans.

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hello! would you mind sharing your sexy raihan headcanons? (whether he prefers ass/boobs, secret kink, a fantasy he masturbates to, etc...)

pairing: raihan x reader

genre: nsfw/smut

a/n: this is the first nsfw thing i’m posting on here! PLEASE let me know if this is any good lolol. happy first spicy sunday!!!!! (🌶🌶🌶 under the cut x)

first of all, it goes without saying: raihan is packing SCHMEAT

(i’m so sorry)

anyway... he’s definitely a titty guy! he likes to watch you while he plays with your tits, though he can definitely go for titties OR booty

i think he would maybe have a tiny preference for smaller boobs because he likes to just... hold your tits in his big ass hands? he feels like it gives him more leverage over what he can do

either way, though, it’s not like he’d complain whether you had A cups or triple D’s

anyway, on the surface, he likes to be in control

he likes telling you what to do and maneuvering you into whatever position he wants

he also absolutely gets off on embarrassing you

he’s not that mean about it

like, he’ll hold off on going down on you or putting it in if you don’t tell him in great detail about exactly what you want him to do, or if you refuse to look him in the eyes while he tells you what he’s going to do

he also sometimes likes to make you watch as he gets off in front of you, and he makes sure to jerk himself nice and slow while you try not to pass out

when he’s in that mood, he also enjoys making you ride him so you have to look him in the eyes and watch him watch you

well... he can be pretty mean

he likes hair pulling, both ways - he especially loves it when he’s got his hair tied back and you use it to move him wherever you want

he very much likes holding you down and pressing his weight into you. like, the prone bone is your absolute go-to position because he is SO into it

he is definitely into scratching and hickeys and biting. anything that leaves marks is something he’s very much into

speaking of hickeys - he’s very bad at marking you up in places that aren’t embarrassingly obvious to everyone, and he loves to pretend he’s not absolutely begging for you to put them literally all over him - especially where they’re obvious - every time you fool around

leading on from that, i think exhibitionism is definitely another thing he likes

nothing crazy, like, totally in public, but... maybe head in the changing rooms after a match (even if the door is locked), or pushing the windows wide open before he rails you because at least one of you is unashamedly, ridiculously loud

(and raihan can get LOUD)

in terms of stuff he’s into in secret - there’s not much he’d hide. he’s VERY open about stuff, and he likes talking about what he’s into and discussing new things to try

that being said, raihan would love to try out choking. as in, him being choked - especially by someone who’d be considered weaker or smaller than himself

also, though he very much likes being in control and enjoys the way it strokes his ego, a secret little fantasy he gets off to is being topped by a femme top

like, you in lacy lingerie? on top of him? telling him what to do? being bratty and mean? not letting him have his way when it’s usually so easy for him? i mean.............. yeah, he would totally love that

also, seriously. for real. he’s got a big dick. i’m putting this at the end because it really is the circle of life

like, he’s girthy and long... not a MONSTER, but big enough that you’d struggle to walk straight

he’d also be a shower, Not a grower

like, before the two of you got together, you saw the outline of his huge dick (did i mention it’s big?) pressed against his thigh and could literally not think straight for a week

so yeth. raihan is a big dick king who needs to be knocked down a ............. peg

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Dumbo Preview | Jungkook (M)

→ summary: you know what they say about boys with big noses...

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it.}

→ genre: humor/crack, smut → warnings: they talk about dicks a lot (i.e. jungkook has a big dick), DICK MEASURING CONTESTS (aka jk gets his dick appraised... just boys bein’ boys), explicit sexual content, semi-public exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, sub!jungkook, whining, light dirty talk but it’s... not on purpose??, jungkook looks soft but he’s tattoed and pierced, accidental edging (you’ll... understand) → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: ...listen. i am not in the right state of mind right now. i am actually bordering on insane... but that’s not gonna stop me from being a clown so this is!! something i’ve been working on for a Year now but @jincherie​ literally commissioned me to finish writing this piece of shit so here we are... here we fucking are... idk when i’m posting this but it will be Soon and i’m not ready

It takes him a while to find an empty stool by the bar and he is unlucky enough to be squished between two couples who don’t seem to be aware that public indecency is a crime. He has to endure being jostled for five minutes straight until the bartender finally notices him and allow him to order his can of coke.

(“Sorry, kid. The banana milk is all sold out. Some girl ordered our entire stock for her friends a few hours ago.” And just like that, Jungkook wants to die all over again.)

He does not know for how long he sits by the bar. Well, that’s a blatant lie, because he knows that he’s been sitting there for 18 minutes and 34 seconds exactly. He’s checked his phone religiously every 2 minutes to see if 2 hours have passed already, just so he can ask one of his stupid friends to go home with him. Perhaps he could coerce Jimin into turning in early for once (which is a pipedream, not when the DJ seems adamant to play Jimin’s favorite Christina Aguilera song 70 times in a row.)

So in short, Jungkook is miserable. He could go home by himself, but also he doesn’t want to end up having to walk to the police station the next morning to bail his friends out after one of them inevitably destroys public property again.

Fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have thrown away his other drink.

He’s so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice that one of the couples beside him have already left and that another person has taken their spot. He is jarred from his musings when a well-manicured hand is placed delicately on his shoulder, urging him to swivel the barstool around to face his soon-to-be acquaintance.

“Hey,” you say, a sultry smile on your lips. Jungkook feels his mouth immediately fill with cotton as he stares at your beautiful face, the dingy lighting of the club doing nothing to suppress the wicked glint in your eyes.

“Uhh… hey?” Jungkook replies, as charming and verbose as ever. If it isn’t obvious enough, Jungkook is a little lacking in the girls department, or at least, when it comes to girls-who-are-blatantly-flirting with him department. He normally isn’t this socially inept around the opposite gender, but given the connotations of this circumstance, his overactive male brain can only be restrained so much before it starts wandering towards dangerous territory.

It doesn’t help that the neckline of your dress is bordering on obscene, and Jungkook is afraid that if you move one more inch towards him, something very embarrassing might happen to the both of you (probably more so for him, if he’s being quite honest.)

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the club and thought I should introduce myself,” you explain, gaze unashamedly trailing down his body. Jungkook can feel the heat from you radiating in waves, burning him from the inside out as he tries not to melt into a puddle in a pathetic attempt to get the fuck out of there. 

“You saw me? But it’s… so dark in here…” Jungkook wants to fucking murder himself. That’s what he decides to say to you? God, no fucking wonder he’s a virgin. Good looks really aren’t everything when he doesn’t have a brain controlling the rest of his body. There might as well be a fucking hamster running laps inside of his skull for all he knew.

Thankfully (or unthankfully––God knows Jungkook’s stress levels aren’t lowering any time soon), you find his response funny enough to warrant a chuckle. You bat your eyes salaciously at him, which Jungkook didn’t even think was possible. People can be sexy? When they blink? Apparently, you can do that. 

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s true. You caught me in a lie, I suppose. I actually knew you were coming even before you arrived.”

Jungkook chokes on his own spit then, nearly spraying you with his saliva like the dog that he is. He feels his eyes bugging out of his sockets, his body going tense with nerves. "You... you knew? What... What does that even mean?"

You point over your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at the crowd on the dance floor. "I'm friends with Seokjin over there. He mentioned you were coming with him to the club tonight so I decided to tag along."

"You know Seokjin-hyung?" The alarm bells in Jungkook's head start ringing wildly out of control. Nothing good ever comes out of being friends with Seokjin, especially since his presence alone has the power to make the creases in your brain to smoothen. Take it from someone who's been there, done that.

"Yep," you say, popping your 'p.' "I met him in my first-year English course, though I still don't know why a third-year like him was taking it in the first place."

"It's because he doesn't know how to read," Jungkook says plainly.

"I can tell. He uses voice-to-text exclusively and Siri can never spell Asian names correctly," you shrug your shoulders. "Either that, or he just doesn't know how to spell your name."

"Yea. I'm permanently John Jung Cock on his phone," Jungkook replies. He shakes his head. "Hold on, we were talking about something before this."

"Oh. About how I casually revealed to you that I was stalking you through our mutually insane friend?"

"Y-Yea, basically." Jungkook doesn't even understand what the fuck is happening right now. "I mean! Not exactly? Like, for all I know, you could've just asked hyung who he was coming with and he mentioned my name and––"

"Listen, kid. I straight up just told you I'm stalking you. Let's skip the foreplay and get to the meat of it: I'm literally following you," you say, without an inch of regret, embarrassment, or morality in your tone of voice.

Jungkook, who despite being filled with so much fear and tension enough to kill the small hamster inside his brain, is somehow able to keep his calm in front of the psychopath in front of him. Either that, or he's already in the middle of a stroke and he's lost all his fine motor skills.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, baby," you murmur, leaning even closer to him until your chest was practically pressed against his. The thin layer of your dress and his well-worn cotton tee does nothing to help the situation (both in general and the one in his pants). He can feel your every curve, can smell the sweet perfume you're wearing; you were enveloping his senses. If he tried hard enough, he could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired with how close you were.

He knows he should probably be running away in terror right now, but he finds himself stuck resolutely to the barstool, unable to move. Maybe Jimin was right... Maybe he did have a fear kink or something.

("Isn't that just called masochism?" Jungkook asks, brows raised.

Jimin only laughs, patting him on the back condescendingly. "Nah, dude. You just straight up wanna die by the hands of a hot person, and I can respect that homie. We all have been there.")

“W-what do you want from me?” Jungkook asks, sweat lining his brow. You’re still looking at him like he was a meal, but he finds he probably doesn’t mind being devoured by you. 

Your wicked grin returns, full force. “I just want to play, Jungkook. But why don’t we discuss this… somewhere more private?”

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Author Appreciation, Meet Cate!

How would you describe your fanfiction? 

C:  All over the place? Lol I try to keep the characters as in-character as possible and as close to canon compliant as I can get. Although, I am unashamedly aboard the SoSS train so my s7ish stuff keeps that in mind. 

When did you start writing fanfiction? Has it always been TXF? 

C: October 2018, maybe? It hasn’t been that long at all. So far, all I’ve done is XF. I’m confident in my ability to portray these characters properly. I may branch out into other franchises but I’m not committing to anything. 

What inspired you to start writing? 

C:  I got talked into it, honestly. I had this headcanon for a scene in s7 and I was convinced to put it in story form and post it. I’ve been hooked ever since. 

What fanfic are you most proud of? Why? 

C:  I have super semi-secret project that I’m working on. I’m pretty proud of it because there’s not one like it on the Internet (that I’ve found after a pathetic amount of hours spent scouring, anyway). So, unless someone beats me to it between now and when I start posting, mine will be the first. 

Of what I have posted: “Blessed Be Our Ever After” (BBOEA) because it’s my only multi-chap one. Lol I also have one called “Arafax Deep” that was based off of an incredibly vague HC that I have which I attempted to flesh out and put in story form. It went over a LOT better than I thought it would. 

Blessed Be Our Ever After Link

Arafax Deep Link

Who's easier for you to write? Mulder or Scully? 

C:  It depends on what’s happening, honestly. Introspectively, Mulder. Definitely. Outwardly, Scully.

What is hardest for you as an author? Your weakness or something you just struggle with? 

C:  Probably smut. I’ve never tried my hand at it so I’m pretty apprehensive about writing it. 

What are you currently working on? 

C:  So many things. I’m currently editing and uploading (it’s already completely written) “Blessed Be Our Ever After.” I’m working on a prelude to BBOEA (currently untitled) which I’ll be posting once BBOEA is all uploaded. My super secret project. The summer exchange fic, if that counts, too. Plus, I do a lot of beta work. That’s fun to me. 

-Message from the Author-

C: You guys are the freakin’ bomb dot com! Thank you so much for reading my stuff and, for those going through BBOEA, sticking with me! I’m such a junkie for your DMs and comments! 

WHERE TO FIND MORE CATE

Twitter: @catebatman 

YouTube: YouTube.com/catebatman (for fanvids, vlogs, and gaming stuff) 

Twitch: twitch.tv/ (for a variety of different live streams) 

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[greennightspider]

Bargain with the King

gif eez not mine, made originally by @alessa-10 in the original post here 

Summary: Korina’s brother gets into a spot of trouble, so she goes to plead her case with the King himself. A bargain with a king, or a deal with the devil? Ivar x OC 

One Night with the King(II), Custody of the King(III) Wrath of the King(IV) Desires of the King (V)

**smut warning** 🔥🔥😫

@laketaj24 @ivarsshieldmadien @readsalot73 @tephi101 @cbouvier23

Korina steeled herself as she made her way into the Great hall, past the curious and somewhat haughty gazes of those inside to approach the King. King Ivar was preoccupied

“My King.” Korina bowed, letting her long, tousled raven hair fall past her head before rising. “I have come to plead to you the case of my brother, who is awaiting trial.”

“Korina.” Ivar smiled smugly as he took in your pleading form. He knew you had swallowed a lot of your pride to come and beg at the hands of an acquaintance, a rival. An unbeknownst to her, an unrequited love. “Leave us.” Ivar commanded, and at once everyone in the Great Hall began to shuffle out.

Even as the doors finally shut Korina and Ivar had never broken eye contact, neither one willing to back down. Ivar smiled at the strong-willed woman in front of him and leaned back in his seat. “As I have heard it Korina, your brother was said to have made unjust advances towards a married woman, and then when she refused and he was caught, he beat her husband.”

“Bullshit. I have talked to my brother. He says that she was the one making advances towards her, and when he tried to refuse, she lied when her husband came home and pulled her onto him. Then her husband came at him with an axe, what was he supposed to do?!” Korina shouted, that fire in her eyes slightly lighting a fire in Ivar’s crotch. But he tried to concentrate on her words. “You know Arne would never. I mean, have you SEEN that hag?” Korina scoffed, folding her arms.

Ivar knew Korina and her brother Arne had in the past been disliked because they were half cast. Their mother from a different country had been brought here by her father during a raid, and while they had been raised Viking, and were Viking in every way, there were lesser men and women who couldn’t look past their slightly tanned skin, or dark wavy hair and dark brown eyes. Although Ivar had always known these lesser people were few and far between, as you did not get far in Kattegat being small-minded.

“Whether or not I believe you and your brother is of no concern. What matters is proof, and it is your word against theirs, and you were not present at the time so your word will not mean anything. He will be enslaved.” Ivar gritted through his teeth. While he did not want to see an old acquaintance leave, he was also very detached, as this was the way of this world. People came and went

“Please Ivar.”

 Ivar was known to be harsh but he would speak the truth. Korina’s family were not rich, and releasing Arne would be a big risk to him as king. “What can you offer me for waiving his charges, hmm? You have nothing of value to me.”

“I can give you what no man has ever had.”

Ivar froze. She couldn’t mean that. She couldn’t possibly mean… what he thought she meant.

Korina, unfazed by his sudden stillness walked forward and placed once foot on the step leading towards Ivar. “If you waive the charges against my brother, and he is set free, I will offer you, what every man in Kattegat has craved.” Taking another step towards Ivar, she bowed her head.

“Me.”

It was no secret that Korina was sought after throughout Kattegat, however the closest any man had gotten to her was the heel of her boot. Her beauty, honour and bravery were all feared and respected, even though wives would scoff at her while their husbands would gawk at her. With her waist long raven hair and dark brown eyes, she was unique in her features, and also for the fact that it was known that she had bed no man. A feared shieldmaiden who bowed to no one.

Except right here. Right now. At the foot of her king.

Fiery minx knows her worth. Ivar thought to himself. “And you would... give yourself to me?”

Korina raised her head to answer Ivar with steel resolve in her eyes, showing that must have already been prepared to offer this price. “I would do anything for family.” 

While Korina lowered head back down, she could not see Ivar’s face, which had turned into the darkest of smirks as he silently thanked the gods for this small blessing. His own member now throbbed within his breaches, as he sat now semi-hard on his throne, with the chance to bed the woman of his darkest dreams. There was no question.

“Err, my king, what is yo-“

“It is done Arne will be released today.” Ivar cursed himself as his rushed answer betrayed his eagerness.

Korina’s head bobbed down as she expelled a sigh of relief. She raised her head about to offer her gratitude when Ivar pulled her towards him, Korina tripping on her skirt and awkwardly landing in his lap in the process. “Ivar- ah my King, what-

Not missing a beat Ivar pulled Korina up towards him by her waist, and sat her properly on his lap, and without warning slowly kissed her full lips. Korina herself was surprised by the gentleness of his kiss, however she could feel the dominance as Ivar’s hand made it’s way to the back of her neck, slowly maneuvering her head this way and that. Korina herself getting lost in the kiss was quickly reminded of the deal she had struck, as she felt something hard poke her thigh. Slowly she lowered herself down off his lap so that her face was eye-level with Ivar’s clothed member, which already looked strained underneath the thin fabric. Raising her gaze to Ivar’s face, being a bit taken aback by his blue eyes ablaze with lust, Korina admitted, “I do not mind doing this here, however I do not want anyone to disturb-

“SEAL THE DOORS TO THE GREAT HALL, NO ONE IS ALLOWED IN, NOT EVEN MY BROTHERS!” Ivar’s voice boomed again, and Korina heard the latch of the great hall shut close. “Better?”

“Better.” Korina almost squeaked, as she undid his breaches and freed his cock. Careful not to lean too much on Ivar’s leg braces since she knew they had hurt since they were children, she stroked his length a few times before bringing the tip to her mouth, lightly sucking on it as she watched Ivar’s head roll back with a groan. Once her mouth was settled she placed both hands between her thighs and let her head do the work, remembering to breathe as her friends had often commented on.

Ivar couldn’t believe the sight between his legs. Here was the woman he had craved for so long, this beautiful shieldmaiden, now servicing his length as he sat on his throne. He muttered cursings under his breath, as for someone who had never had a man Korina was definitely not unskilled. He relished the way her tongue wrapped around his member, as every time she bobbed down she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Korina herself grew more and more turned on, the sight of Ivar the merciless King at the mercy of her mouth Korina found highly erotic. The way his cock throbbed in her mouth as she felt his fingers tangle in his hair, she didn’t even flinch when his hands started moving her head on their own. “Fuck Korina… your mouth feels amazing.” Ivar growled as he felt Korina push her tongue against the sensitive parts of his cock.

He almost twitched in anger when Korina then suddenly brushed his hands away, only to moan in approval as she started swirling the head of his cock in her mouth as she bobbed up and down in her own fast rhythm, drawing his climax to the brink. Unashamedly he roared Korina’s name as he spilled his seed into her mouth, Korina just managing to swallow the large load. Ivar hissed as he felt Korina slowly suck him dry, his member leaving her mouth with a small pop. Ivar sat back and watched as Korina stood up, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Arne will be freed immediately Korina. But you will come visit me tonight.” Ivar’s hunger for Korina having been only been stoked into a sexual fire that needed to be quenched.

“Yes, my King.”

Korina could see the yearning ablaze within Ivar. And for a moment the fearless shieldmaiden was taken aback, as she wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into.

[skepticoyote]

bloop

so someone in my family (no one super close but the aunt of my only niece & nephew - RELEVANT) who was exactly my age died from cancer this week and she had a lot of the same mental health issues I do and holy shit if that doesn’t slap you right in the face with a hot pan of perspective I tell you what

i feel like I literally just became an adult but like in a good way?

my niece & nephew (we need a neutral word for plural niece and nehpews fuck) lost the aunt who literally lived next door to them all their life and her daughter was there and fuck, man

I just tried to not blubber like a fucking loon and told them that their aunt and uncle - my partner and I - love them like fucking crazy and that we’re always gonna be there no matter what even if they’re gay not that I think either of them are but I wouldn’t fucking care if they WERE and I needed them to know that

and holy fuck

it’s a fucking mufasa moment

edit: I forgot a bunch of shit

anyway my partner has a pretty stable job and I don’t NEED to work 40 hours a week, so I’m doing the happy housewife thing and cooking all fucking day and writing smut with my friends and DRAWING and being EXCITED ABOUT DRAWING because it is magic to turn a few lines into a static image that lives and breathes.

and I am so happy.

I am posting on here like I’m 15 and just got free reign of the DSL cable, just gushing unashamedly about the things I love and threw caution to the wind and opened a kofi and like i’m not expecting ANYTHING, I just wanna draw stupid shit for like no money and imagine if I could do that for the rest of my life dude

I’m seriously not high right now either

[sunalsolove]

Sunalso’s Spuffy Fic Recs

(With Shameless Self Promotion-because, hey, I was asked!) 

I’m not one for a lot of dark fic/angst as real life tends to punch me enough. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy conflict in a story, but it does mean that my recs tend to be a little biased towards things I want to escape into after a hard day at work. I read all ratings, but prefer the smuts, and I enjoy all the wide world of possibilities in fics, from baby stories to all human, from canon compliant to complete AUs. I love fanfiction, I love Spuffy, and I REALLY love both together!! (I also love chihuahuas.) All stories completed except those in the WIP section. Most links to Elysian Fields. You have to sign up to read NC-17 fics, but it’s a quick process, and then you can receive emails when authors (like, cough, me) post a new story, or you can follow a favorite WIP and know when new chapters post. Handy!

Under the cut because this is a LONG list! 

Long Fics

Only Time Will Tell by damperandspoons (NC-17, 75K) A fun time-travel romance! There’s sex in a carriage! This is one of the very first Spuffy fics I ever read and it’s still one of my favorites. It’s the sort of story you squee over and then cry over...and then go back to squeeing. There’s a delicious HEA as well. 

Echoes by Holly (NC-17, 116K) Holly is a brilliant writer and this is THE prime example. She takes the Buffyverse, sets it on its ear, and the result is wholly magical. Buffy and Spike start off existing in a vastly different context, one little demon bargain later, and Buffy finds herself 300 years in the future and dealing with present-day Sunnydale. 

Hide and Seek by dreamweaver (NC-17, 37K) Post series. Buffy’s in Rome and wait...who’s that history scholar...and that vampire?? I really enjoy watching everything collide in this fic. 

In Heat by Nautibitz (NC-17, 31K) In the summer after S5 (in a world where Buffy didn’t die) the weather is hot and there are demons that release a pheromone that makes poor Buffy even hotter. What’s a girl to do? 

Superstar Revamped by kantayra (NC-17, 54K) Set during S4′s Superstar. A very fun romp through the episode, as Spike and Buffy figure out both the spell and each other. I could use so many more Spuffy fics set during that episode! 

sex, lies, and sonograms by sabershadowkat (NC-17, 31K) Buffy’s  pregnant post S2...I get a huge kick from this story because it’s like a time capsule. It was written LONG before S5 (so no FFL) so is contains all kinds of early Spuffy stuff. I <3 it! 

Future Imperfect by cousinjean (R, 38K) Set 335 years post The Gift. A little angstier than many recs on this list. Buffy is humanities last hope and Spike is her only connection to her past. Lovely writing and so many feels. Also...Spuffy on the moon. 

Awakening by tempestt (PG-13, 32K) After a planewreck that leaves them alone and hunted in the wilderness, Buffy and Spike both have to survive and Buffy finds out she has more inside her than she ever knew. 

Frontierland by Gort (R, 66K) S5. Willow casts a spell, causing Spike to dream so he’ll see that things between him and Buffy can never work out. Buffy comes along for the ride. It does not go as Willow expects. Spike wears a cowboy hat. This is a touching story that dives deep into Spike’s head and is nuanced and carfully done. I can’t recommend it enough. 

Sunny Days by Gort (NC-17, 103K) Sequel to Frontierland, but we’re starting off in Riley’s head this time, but Buffy and Spike aren’t going to let that stand. Spike’s a hot english professor that wears a fedora. (If you need to know anything besides that...I don’t know what to tell you ;-)

Dreamer by Gort (NC-17, 86K) S4, starts with HLOD. Buffy and Spike end up captured by the Initiative and form a deep bond by the time their released. A close look at just how messed up the Initiative is. Also hair kink. 

Reveries and Ramifications by mak324 (NC-17, 386K) Spike and Buffy are drawn together and into a web of deceit involving the Initiative. No one does first person POV like mak324. it’s stunning and completely enthralling and you get through the 386 K and want more. 

Stitched Up by bewildered (NC-17, 50K) A sock gets a soul. It’s freaking hilarious while still being insightful. Buffy and Spike are adorable and it’s so enjoyable to watch the sock do his best to help them out! 

Send to All by Carrie-Ann (NC-17, 75K) A sexy text gets sent to everyone on Buffy’s contact list. Oops? A hilarious ride with a showstopper climax! 

With A Painted Ribbon by Apfeltorte (NC-17, 151K) Starts with Buffy in the mental hospital and goes like a freight train from there. 

Taking Chances by sandy_s (R, 107K) Starts with Something Blue, goes to an alternate dimension, and ends with the Initiative being destroyed. YAY. Is also a thoughful and detailed look at Buffy, Spike, Willow, Joyce, and others as they go through a great deal of emotional maturing that is badly needed by all. I compare the sheer imagination of the other dimension to Edgar Rice Burrows, it’s just that amazing. 

Etched in Stone by flowerofthewolf (NC-17, 116K) Dru turns Spike into a statue in Restfield cemetery in 1977. He sits there for twenty years with only himself to talk to until one perky Slayer takes a shine to him. Is both poignant and laugh out loud funny. 

Second String by Solstice (PG-13, 48K) Spike’s a watcher in need of a Slayer, Buffy’s a Slayer in need of a Watcher. Wonderfully written and winner of the best OC ever award. And best Xander characterization award. 

Short Fics

Fantasie Segrete by Holly (NC-17, 7.7K) Post series. Buffy’s friends treat her to a little valentine’s day surprise. I love how Buffy’s mind works in this story and it’s so much fun and so satisfying! 

As in ‘Recent’ by Nautibitz (Nc-17, 1.2K) The S7 smut we all wish would have happened. 

Vanishing Act by Nautibitz (PG-13, 1.6K) S6, post Gone...and DUH, Xander.  

Memories Without Words by kantayra (PG-13, 3.2K) 500,000 years in the future, The One is reunited with someone special. I love this fic so much and it gives me so many feels! 

Watching by kantayra (PG-13, 3K) One of my favorite fics of all time, and it’s Riley’s POV during the first half of S5. This fic is brilliant. 

If the Plane’s A-Rockin by Baphrosia (NC-17, 1K) What SHOULD have been the outcome of TGIQ. 

Independence Day by pfeifferpack (G, 4K) Post NFA. A loving and nuanced look at what Buffy’s life might be like. Amazing Buffy and Dawn interaction and a hopeful ending. 

#hashtagapocolypse by Wonder and Ashes (PG-13, 1.5Kish) A Buffy story told on twitter! It’s freaking hilarious.

Circulation by theblueeyedvampire (NC-17, 4.8 K) Pangs smut. Enough said. 

The Switch by Gort (NC-17, 13K) Buffy and Spike swap bodies in S4. It goes EXACTLY how you want it to. Bless you, Gort. 

Sinfully Delicious (NC-17, 843) Buffy catches Spike wanking. The title says it all. I seriously could read a million iterations of this (PLEASE). 

Bliss by kantayra (R, 1.8K) Spike comes to find Buffy in heaven. It’s happy and I still cry like a baby over it EVERY TIME. 

Young Robots in Love by Elsa Frohman (PG, 11K) William!bot meets Buffy!bot, sparks fly. Hilarious and touching                              

An Arousing Sexual Encounter Between Buffy Summers and William "Spike" Pratt by gabrielleabelle (NC-17, 523) How every Spuffy sex encounter goes! Hee! 

All Human

People get weird about AH. I’ve heard every excuse but they all boil down to: I don’t want to look/sound uncool. Thanks, 50 shades. AH allows authors to have fun way outside the usual playing field while still making the characters recognizably themselves. That’s the challenge and the draw. Embrace it, have fun with it. Don’t let being worried you’re not a cool enough fanfic person if you like these stories stand in your way of a great read. 

The Poet and His Muse by Addie Logan (NC-17, 45K) Spike’s a poet who can’t meet his deadline and Buffy--a muse with a less than stellar track record--is sent to help. They are simply adorable together! 

Unexpected Company by Paganbaby (NC-17, 25K) How can I say this? Paganbaby’s stories are an...aquaried taste? They are unashamedly my guilty pleasure. She’s got a size kink and I swear Buffy must have a tape measure handy at all times because there are regularly detailed measurements. This fic is experienced Buffy and virginal William that ends with Willow walking in on them with a ballgag involved. 

But for peak Paganbaby you need to read:

The Sitter by Paganbaby (NC-17, 95K) Underage twincest + 26 year old Buffy. You’re welcome. (I unashamedly LIKE this story) 

The Ghost of Christmas Present by Gort (NC-17, 22K) Buffy’s a lawyer sent to oversee the sale of a charming inn haunted by one William Pratt. BEST CHRISTMAS STORY EVER. I’m going to marry this story. I want to roll around in it. I LOVE IT. 

Not My Reality by dawnofme (NC-17, 44K) Buffy’s on the bachelor and Angel’s the fellow in question. He’s so dreamy...except who’s this bleached blond camera guy? This story is the definition of FUN. I reread it whenever I need a pick-me-up. Great Fred and Cordelia too. 

Closer to Midnight by xaphania (PG-13, 38K) Buffy and Spike meet up on a tour of a haunted island. They find themselves falling in love but there’s a ghost story waiting in the wings and everything isn’t what it seems. There’s a lovely NC-17 outtake of the sex scene for those who want it! 

WIPs

It’s hard to recommend stories that aren’t finished an might never be, but sometimes the journey is worth it even if you don’t ever reach the destination. 

This Means War by mak324 (R) A newly chipped Spike meets up with a sick Buffy instead of Willow. Shenanigans follow as Buffy and Spike dance around each other. 

Prisoners of Love, Blue Skies Above by bewildered (NC-17) Post Something Blue Spike goes on a drunken ramage, Buffy ends up having to pretend to be his wife. It’s all sexy and adorable. It’s the very first Spuffy fanfic I ever read. I still have hope it’ll be finished one day. 

Buffy the Victorian Slayer by Flights of Fancy (R) Buffy’s the slayer in Victorian England. One night she saves one William Pratt from a vampire...things roll from there. I talk more about the WIP than any other! 

My Own Stories 

I love all my fics, but there’s always a few I’m extra eager for people to read!

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by sunalso (Explicit, 135K) A very depressed Buffy is sent back from a post Chosen world to S2. She still means to die...but other things happen instead. I adore my mad hatter’s party scene with Dru in this fic, and the fact that Buffy and Spike can’t hide anything from anyone (the poor azaleas!) 

World on Fire by sunalso (NC-17, 4.6K) I was not allowed to make the summary: Buffy boinks 1900 Spike because the author wanted her to. However, that’s the gist of it! 

Cursed by sunalso (R, 177K) Buffy and Drusilla switch bodies every time the sun goes down. This ended up being everything I wanted it to and Dru is a very strong character in it even though she’s not the main POV. 

Room Service by sunalso (NC-17) Boink or die! Only it’s so warm and fuzzy! 

Thing of Doom by sunalso (Explicit, 60K) During AtS S5 Spike is split into two parts (William and Demon). Much smut ensues. I’m overly critical of the first chapter, but the rest is a really fun ride! 

Someday by sunalso (NC-17, 54K) My accidental novel. Buffy has one day each season to save the world. However will she do it? This is stuffed full of tropes I like and I seriously named one of the sex scenes. Sort of peak me in this one. 

Pumpkin Spike by sunalso(R, 2.8K) Spike’s a pumpkin. 

Every Rose by sunalso (NC-17, WIP) A current project. Wishverse Buffy is sent back to 1880 to kill a newly risen Spike. She gets there a little early. Anne just wants grandbabies. 

Strange Partners by sunalso and Gort (NC-17, 42K) This is still SO FUNNY and I co-wrote it. I can’t believe I wrote it. It’s seriously funny, but with a cohesive plot as well. Don’t drink and read, it’s a choking hazard. 

There we have it! I probably forgot half the stuff I’d like to rec and am probably way too over critical of my own stuff, especially the newer stuff, which makes it hard to rec. I hope you find some fun things to read and please, if you enjoy something, let the author know! 

Cheers!