#but then the idea grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and slammed my face into the keyboard repeatedly until this happened.

[intoanotherworld23]

Magic Cock Ride

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this whole thing is just smut, car sex, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words, Joel just being absolutely bad

Summary: Stumbling across an abandoned car you and Joel decide to have a little fun in it

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"Fuck just like that baby." Joey mumbled against the skin of your neck as you rotated your hips in figure eights.

Keeping your mouth shut otherwise you’d scream so loud the clickers could hear you from miles away. Joel on the other hand wanted to hear you cry out, and was pushing you to.

“Come on darlin open up that pretty mouth for me.” Fake pouting knowing you were teetering on the edge.

“Joel.” Warning him not to be too loud and attract anything unwanted.

Finding an abandoned car along the road since neither of you had seen one in such a long time. Both of you getting a crazy idea, and then next thing you know your lips are pressed together, and your shredding each others clothes off.

"Such a good girl takin my cock so well." He continued with words of encouragement.

He was always one for dirty talk even if you weren't the most vocal. Joel couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and loved watching the reaction on your face every time he said something filthy. To watch you squirm when he said certain words.

"Oh god." You whined quietly as you leaned your head back giving him complete access to your neck. "Love your cock."

"Greedy little cock whore." He growled as his lips attached to your exposed nipples. "You just had to have me right now."

At any moment a clicker could be stumbling by, and the two of you would be screwed. That was the fun of it though. It was like an adrenaline rush at the thought of when of them walking by, and having to keep silent.

"Desperate to feel me inside that tight cunt of yours." Biting on the nubs making your hand reach up to grab his hair and tug. "Always want me to fuck you like an animal."

"Want everyone to hear what a little whore you are." His words only turned you on even more. "Wanna hear you scream my name."

"Joel." You cried out as you roughly slammed down onto his cock.

Your legs becoming very sore, but you still kept going. Pushing yourself as you’d adjust your body so it wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t the best place to be doing this, but you two couldn’t help yourself.

"Fucking say it again." His tone very dark and seductive. "Wanna hear those pretty lips beg for more."

"Joel oh god Joel."

Screaming out as you felt your pussy squeezing him hard making him groan, and grip your hips so hard bruises would form. You really didn't care if anyone did hear you too focused on Joel at the moment.

Your legs covered in sweat as they stuck to Joel’s thighs every time you moved up. Feeling his hands moving up and down your body along with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk for weeks." Groaning against your chest as he looked down to where you two were connected. "Soaking my cock all ready for me."

It was like you were being wrapped in a heated blanket your body so warm it was melting under his touch. Smacking your hips down just as Joel snapped his hips up gripping the leather biting down on his shoulder. Closing your eyes as you concentrated a lot on not screaming.

"Shit right there Joel." You squealed as his cock hit your sweet spot.

"You like that sweetheart?" His tone teasing as he looked up to your euphoric face. "My cock feel good inside of your cunt baby?"

"Oh god yes Joel please don't stop." Blinking your eyes rapidly as you felt yourself losing control.

"Oh baby I won't stop until your begging me to stop." He chuckled as the scruff of his beard brushed against your neck.

His hands quickly spreading your legs further apart so he could get deeper inside of you. Feeling every inch of him your moans of pleasure echoing all across the room. His hands all over your body intensifying your senses.

"Nobody else can fuck you like I can." A sharp slap was heard and your ass cheek was on fire. "This delicious pussy is mine."

"All yours Joel." Hearing that made his hands come down on your ass again and again making you squeal. "Fuck it's all yours.

"God look at you bouncing on my cock begging for it." He teased as you moved a hand down to rub your clit. His hand smacked it away. "Oh no baby you can't touch yourself."

"Should punish you for doing that." Next thing you felt his hand moving towards your pussy lightly rubbing your clit. "Dirty little whore can't help herself."

"Joel please it feels too good." You whined making him smirk as he rubbed your clit faster. "Shit shit shit gonna cum."

"Gonna cum like a good girl." He spoke as he sharply thrusted inside of you your ass cheeks smacking against his skin. "Gonna cum all over my cock."

"Yes I'm so fucking close." You moaned as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach.

You were on the brink of your orgasm. Joel wasn’t far behind you either it was just a matter of who was going to explode first. Both of you coaxing the other to embrace that sweet release you both wanted.

"Can feel you squeezin my cock sweetheart." Groaning as his thrusts were slowing down. "Feels so fucking delicious."

"I'm gonna cum Joel." You warned as you felt your insides clenching and your entire body shaking.

"Soak my cock with your pussy baby." He commanded you with a deep moan making you scream as your release hit you in the face making your legs tremble and shake.

"Oh fuck god such a good girl." Joel encouraged as his cock twitched inside of you pumping the last drop. "Fuck I love your pussy."

Getting up his cock slipping from inside you making you hiss. Rolling over as you sat next to him as both of you tried to catch your breath.

Watching as his chest heaved up and down. Both of you covered in a a thin layer of sweat. The windows were completely fogged up. Feeling his warm seed dripping out of you.

"We should probably get back out there." You spoke after a few moments of silence making Joel look over to you.

"Or we could stay here and have round two." He replied with a wink making you laugh at how carefree he was, but his smile disappeared and his eyes became dark. "I'm not joking."

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[treysimp]

Like Dogs and… Cats. 

Oneshot: GN!Reader/Jack (Rated T)

Please read the inspiration for this post at the end. It had me in stitches. Anon, thank you for your service and harrowing story. You are a hero.

That said, let’s get on with this! 

Tags: Smooching, suggestive themes, GN!Reader, reader’s body not described, some spicy stuff but a bit more focus on comedy and silliness.

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It has been an eventful day. You and Jack had gone shopping under the premise of looking for outfits in town for a school event, but it ended up being an all day affair: shopping, romantic candlelit dinner, a walk in the park at twilight, and now you were here. 

Both of you stood awkwardly outside the Ramshackle Dorm, staring at your shoes and trying to figure out how best to cut into the weird tension that had been building while you silently walked home together. 

Pausing at your door, you and Jack seem to have the same thought as you simultaniously say:

“Can I come in?"

“Do you want to come in?"

Both of you exclaim a soft ‘oh’. 

You laugh at your collective nervousness and Jack takes that as permission to come inside, both of you smiling in quiet embarrassment. 

You walk into your kitchen and remove your jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair you eat at. Walking up to the cubbord that held your tea-bags, coffee, and drink-mixes, you begin rummaging for something appropriate to drink in the evening.

“Do you want tea or…” You begin, but you are quickly cut off.

“Actually I…” Jack’s face is heated, his eyes are uncharacteristically intense, and his adorable silver ears are at full attention, like little fluffy satellites. “I wanted to have something else.” 

Your hands began shaking as you silently prayed that he meant what he thought you meant, and you nodded silently. 

You timidly offered your hand to Jack, and felt relief wash over you when his warm hand enveloped yours in response. 

Audibly swallowing, you led Jack up the stairs to your less-than-impressive bedroom, trying to come up with excuses he might believe just in case you had misinterpreted the situation, just in case.

However, based on the fact that Jack tackled you onto your bed as soon as your door was shut, you had a sneaking suspicion that your hopeful guess was right on the money. 

The kisses you both shared were fast, breathy and full of energy. 

Jack was grasping at you mindlessly, sqeezing, massaging and pulling at the fabric of your clothing. Getting an idea, your hands reached for the hem of Jack’s shirt and gently tugged. 

Getting the message, he put his arms up to allow you to pull it off him. 

Mouth dry, you stared at the muscular planes of Jack's body in heated longing. 

As if hypnotizsed, you immediately set yourself on biting at his collarbones and working your way down. The thickness of his chest was mesmirizing, and you found your hands gravitating to his generous pecs to give them a firm squeeze as you continued making marks down his neck and dirifting your mouth slowly to his abs.

Jack’s breathing was growing all the more labored with each caress, and mirroring your movements from earlier, he began pulling the fabric from your body in turn, shedding layer by layer until you were both almost bare.

You thought this might just be the best day of your life. Nothing could ruin it! Unless… 

The door opened with a bang, and the culprit of said unceremonious door slamming quickly revealed themself.

“Get offa my henchman! You fiend! You beast!” You heard the voice exclaim, just a second too late for you to interfere or prevent this mess from happening. 

Jack gave a yelp of surprise and pain and immediately sprung off of you to try and remove the feral ball of grey that was attaching itself to his leg, swatting and swearing at the offending creature. 

“The great Grim ‘outta flambé your mangy ass!” Grim screeched, clawing at the back of Jack’s calves with fervor.  

You grabbed Grim by the scruff and glared at him with the most hatred your face could manage as he hung limply like a wet dish towel. Okay, that part was a little funny, so the hatred wasn’t as bad as it could have been. You went from hatred, to one step down: ‘pissed and mortified’. 

Taking this opportunity to escape, Jack grabbed his clothes off the floor and made a break for your bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

You were embarrassed, devastated, and ready to strangle your stupid little furbrained co-student. 

No matter how hilariously pathetic he looked right now.

“Just what do you think you are doing!?” You yelled, ignoring your lack of clothing by sheer force of extremely concentrated frustration with your little goblin of a roommate.

“I’ve had a bad feeling about him from the start! He smells bad! Dogs often bite people, ya know! He could have rabies! Or scabies! He could bite ya and turn you inta’ a dog too!” Grim wiggled uselessly in anger, punching his little arms like the world's tiniest boxer, trying to free himself from your grip and failing miserably. 

You sighed, this was going to have to be a conversation for another time.

Grumpily opening the door to your bedroom again and throwing Grim inside, (followed by a loud yowl and a string of explitatives that you had no idea he knew before now), you locked the bedroom door and stuffed a wedge under the gap to make sure that the little fluffy bastard didn’t just try to force his way back out again. Hopefully he could cool his little (literal) hot head for a while while you tried to do the same. 

You heard a loud clattering coming from the now-closed bathroom, and you approached slowly, calling out to (your friend? more?) Jack softly. You tried knocking on the door gently, slightly flinching at how loud it sounded in the otherwise quiet building.

“...Jack?” You called, heart sinking at how such a great time had gone awry because of your (lovable and protective, but also dumb as a rock) talking cat. 

There was silence, no response. Swallowing harshly, you checked the doorknob: it wiggled. 

Realizing the bathroom was unlocked, you timidly pushed it open, bracing yourself for an upset Jack.

The window was open in the bathroom, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. 

A small tuft of fur that had caught on the heavily splintered wood of the windowframe hinted at his escape route. You felt like crying.

Heart sinking, you buried your face in your hands with a groan. Now what were you supoosed to do? Tomorrow was Monday and you were going to see him in class. You wanted to scream.

A muffled ‘ding’ came from your discarded jacket in the kitchen. 

Desperate for the distraction, any distraction, you walk downstairs and grab your phone, swiping it open to view the notification. 

You were still mad at Grim. But at least he hadn’t ruined everything.

Yet.

(For those worried, I will give Jack a proper conclusion in the couch series, but like… I had to.)

I'm sorry Jack, you just were the boy that worked best with this joke.

So, for context. Here’s the anon that inspired this thing.

Anon, as you probably knew when you sent this to me, it sent me into hysterical laughter imagining any of the cats I have owned in my life having done this, and also I feel like there's is 100% a r/tifu page relaying the nameless guy’s side of this debacle. Truly incredible.

You can see I made the ending a little more hopeful but the meat of the story is there. Thank you again for making my day, Anon!

This edit below is for you babey!

Thanks for reading! Love you, reader!

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[playertwotails]

Sitting at work and I’m supposed to be well working but slow day and I got 2 more hours left out of my 10 hour shift but I’m taking a break cause funny ideas just came into my head. Or funny to me at least.

Back on my ‘let Sonic and Tails fight, argue and bicker like siblings more’ thoughts.

Tails is napping on the couch and Sonic walks by him and the menace instinct takes over and he just full on body slams on top of Tails then runs away. Tails later retaliates by temporarily dyeing Sonics quills hot pink by messing with his shampoo (they each have their own cause quills and fur have different needs)

Sonic is just chilling in the workshop and Tails has a sudden urge for violence and whips on basically a nerf gun but created by Tails so it’s a million times better and just starts raining hell down on Sonic who was just sitting there. Sonic tickles Tails to the point of tears as revenge

Their friend group has to make both of them swear not to mess with straws every time they go out to eat at a restaurant cause otherwise it is full out war between the two and blowing the paper covers at each other, they’re still banned from 3 different restaurants to this day.

If they’re having to sit and wait somewhere Sonic being super board does the thing where he’ll hover his finger half an inch from Tails and when Tails tells him to cut it out Sonic just screeches “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU”

Sonic will just pick up Tails if when his more older brother parental side kicks in if Tails starts doing something he shouldn’t. And even if he grabs Tails by the scruff of his neck Tails will find some way to lick him with as much spit he can muster to try and get him to let go. It worked more when they were younger but joke’s on Tails as they get older cause Sonic been hit with way grosser things than his little brother spit

#miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #they’re brothers your honor #let them annoy the shit outta each other sometimes #they love each other but Cain instinct is strong sometimes

[toonietoon36]

The Copycat

Written by Toonie, a gift for @sweettoothstomp

Disclaimer: this is an oc based story including The Copycat, created by my dear friend, and my own toontown self insert Toonie. This is written in the point of view of Toonie, recounting events.

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Things never were quite the same after the disappearance of Copycat, they were always such a pleasant cog to converse with. Their abilities were unmatched compared to other advance cogs, the ability to disguise themselves as anything and anyone- cog or toon -was quite the feat! However ever since they disappeared into seemingly thin air any discussion about them has been unpleasant to say the least.

Brian keeps bringing up how the task if they were to be found is to hard reset the copycat to restore them to their designated purposes. I think that to be cruel and unjust, however the words of lawfulness fall flat as a boardbot. Everyone seems to agree that resetting them is the best course of action to keep our guards high and our eyes on the toons in case they were to attack again without warning. Having a cog that can take the form of a toon is quite useful when keeping tabs on the toon population, however being able to do so without Copycat is near impossible since none of us could ever perfectly replicate a disguise of such magnitude.

I wish I knew where they had gotten to, I miss seeing my dear friend and college. Our shared interactions were never stale and sometimes the mirror trick was quite fun. I still remember the first time they had shifted into me and gave me quite the fright, back when my hair was still long.

Through the pondering and remembering of the boardbot the door creaked slightly at the entry of the managers lounge. A small, grey and whiskered face peered in cautiously as it surveyed the area only jumping with surprise when its eyes locked with the greyish-blue ones of the cog staring directly back at them.

Toonie stood up quick and stared down at the toon with shock before grabbing them roughly by the scruff of the neck to drag them into the empty lounge, slamming the door shut behind them. With the speed of a whip the imposing cog turned to face the toon.

"YOU!" their voice a stern thrum "What the heck are you doing here?! I knew I recognized those eyes the moment we made eye contact!"

The dazed feline shook their head to steady themselves before rubbing their arm anxiously. Quietly their form stretched abnormally before taking a completely new shape, one of originality. Not long Copycat stood opposed to the slightly taller cog.

"I... I came to see you-! I missed you. I-"

"ARE YOU NUTS?!" The abrupt interruption caused them to jump. "Do you have any idea how risky this is?! Ever since you went walkabouts everyones been making plans for your return!"

Toonie's fingers tangled themselves in their hair as they tried to get a grip on their anxieties. Their feet beginning to pace back and forth.

"What plans? A return party?" The oblivious feline cog tried to lighten the situation much to the dismay of their coworker

Toonie's eyes relocked with Copycats as panic and almost anger flooded them.

"No! They want to reset you! Hard reset."

Just the mere utterment of hard resetting brought fear to anyone, the feline was no exception to this. The synthetic hairs on the back of their neck stood on edge as their tail wrapped around their leg nervously.

"Good cogs... If anyone here finds you you'll be in so much shit.."

"This was a bad idea."

"No doyee! You could of left a note under my door or something! But... I'm glad I got to see you again at least. I've missed talking to you." Toonie let out a solemn sigh as they lowered their hands from their hair. "But you really need to go before someone else comes in here."

A strangled and shaky breath left Copycat as they nodded, understanding what needed to be done. Their form returned to that of a grey cat toon before looking up to their friend. The cog got on a knee and held out their arms which were soon filled by the toon. Their embrace short and saddening.

"I'll lead you outside. But we have to be quick before someone shows up, last time I saw Mary around was when she was leaving for patrol, she could be back anytime now."

Thankfully the escape route was easy and swift, when outside of the boardbot headquarters Toonie ruffled the cats fuzzy head as a goodbye.

"Now get out of here before you're reset, or worse, scrapped"

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#toontown oc #toontown corporate clash #writing

[bananzerocs]

I’m obsessed with leriya and ricky btw

mood......

But neither of us will be as obsessed with them as they are with each other. Even during their Mortal Enemies Arc they were down bad for each other.

Ricky is LITERALLY so into Leriya tho like, she's sooooo cool to him. He wants to sic her on all the awful people in the galaxy. He wants to kiss the back of her neck. He wants to be her little spoon like the poor little meow meow he is. He wants her to pick him up by the scruff of his neck and haul him around like a small kitten. He wants to fist fight her shitty parents PERSONALLY and whack them with a folding chair.

He mentions this last idea to Leriya and she is so delighted by the mental image that she laughs so hard she can barely breathe. "I'll grab my parents," she tells him between giggles, "you bring the chair."

He rode that high of making her GENUINELY laugh for like, a week. Maybe longer.

Meanwhile LERIYA wants to pick Ricky up and shake him around like a magic 8 ball. She is captivated by his autistic swag. He says something sooooo neurodivergent and she's like "lmao not me desiring to know this dummy carnally 🤪". Ricky has no idea, either. She flirts with him very obviously and in a cringefail way and he's like just rotating his favorite plasma gun in his head instead of listening. And Leriya is like giggling and twirling her (metaphorical) hair like "wow I love a man with interests!"

Girlboss, he's making the internet dial up sound in his head at different pitches over and over again to entertain himself!!! Leriya knows and thinks it's hilarious.

His lack of social awareness just makes him more irresistible.

And Leriya is like biting and killing a maiming and Ricky's like "😳🥰❤️". No thoughts, only Leriya kicking ass and taking names. She bites a chunk out of a pimp's arm and the guy is wailing and screaming and bleeding everywhere and Ricky is twirling his hair and batting his eyelashes at Leriya. She PHYSICALLY picks Ricky up once and slams him against a wall in an argument and his brain stops working. She LIFTS him out of danger and he can't think of anything else for a week. He's got it BAD.

Leriya, in an effort to get to know Ricky better, asks him about one of his guns and she isn't prepared for the way his face lights up. He's so excited to tell her and she's sitting there for two hours in hyperspace and he disassembles and reassembles his favorite firearm to explain all the parts to her. He's talking so fast he's doing his little stutter: "and this-uh-its-this is- the uh. It's the plasma core, and thats what gives it-uh-gibs—GIVES it powergy—. Powergy. I tried to say power and energy at the same time. Anyway! Plasma core gives it ENERGY and POWER—."

Leriya's sitting there with her chin propped on her fist, listening to him with a dopey smile on her face and romantic music overlaying his rambling. There are little hearts in her eyes. She's looking with shoujo bubble vision.

"Are bullets or plasma blasts or lasers better, un your opinion?" She asks with a lovesick smile.

Ricky looks up, hearts in his eyes, and leans over his gun to kiss her on the mouth.

The screen zooms in to black with a little heart around the two of them.l before winking out like an old TV turning off.

#YEAH THEY LIVE IN MY BRAIN WHAT ABOUT IT #oc: ricky ricardo #oc: leriya ristorna #lericky

[davids-cartoon-corkboard]

Here’s that little fanfic thingy I was talking about; CW for manipulation, murder, and cannibalism under the cut. (LMK if I should add anything else.)

To expand on a potential fight between Zhu Dachu and the Not-Mayor:

Tang Shifu, Zhu Dachu, and Sha Dali are going to look for Long Xiaojiao; presumably she’s crashing at Red Son’s place because he’s teaching her. Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan aren’t 100% cool with that, but she has their son’s power so they feel it’s their responsibility to help out how they can.

They’re even less cool with LXJ’s friends hanging around, but she involuntarily lights shit on fire when upset so they can’t kick out her Emotional Support Peasants, ugh. Though surely it wouldn’t hurt to send them on a harmless yet time-consuming errand?

When LXJ is upset, the true fire of Samadhi rages out of control. When she is calm, it is extinguished. But what if she has a nightmare, and her friends cannot get close enough to wake and calm her? The true fire cannot be extinguished by normal water, but it can with magical water. Sun Wukong should have a vase of it back at his place, if you all would be so kind as to pop off and get it- it broke? Because of a giant dumpling?!

Okay, Plan B. DBK and PIF know where to get more magical water, so they send our three heroes off to retrieve some from... an iconic location in Journey to the West, probably, idk. Something hard to find and thus unclaimed, or kept by someone willing to give it up, or kept by a low-level villain they can take it from without too much risk or moral dilemma. The point is that they’re not expecting trouble. Red Son gives them a magical fire extinguisher to fill up, they leave Mo with LXJ for comfort, they go to the place, they get the water.

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Zhu Dachu has spent a few minutes filling up the extinguisher; though it can’t hold an entire ocean like the vase could, it’s still noticeably Bigger On The Inside. It doesn’t even seem half-full yet. Tang Shifu and Sha Dali have their attention on something else, maybe they’re doing some maintenance on the truck or are looking at the wildlife. The moment is calm, and their guards are down.

A portal of cold blue flame opens next to Zhu Dachu. Between one blink and the next, the Not-Mayor reaches out, grabs the extinguisher, and yanks it through.

Zhu Dachu is too surprised to let out more than half a shout, but he’s not so surprised that he loses his grip- and so is also yanked through the portal. It closes behind him with a hiss.

On the other side is... somewhere. It seems to be the same general area, but he can’t see his friends, or the truck, or any familiar landmarks.

“Oh, thank you!” says the Not-Mayor, smiling toothily as always. “I’ve been looking everywhere for a good hammerspace container. I was so worried I’d never get my hands on one!”

Zhu Dachu and his family are not fools. Once the White Bone Spirit had made herself known, it was obvious in hindsight that the man who had given Qi Xiaotian that freaky skull key was working for her. He clicks the extinguisher shut and tries to twist it out of the Not-Mayor’s tepid hands. “Back off, creep. Your boss is just gonna have to find her own. HEY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! LAO SHA! LAO TA-”

The knee slamming into his ribcage would have sent him flying, had his grip on the extinguisher not been so tight. Still, the wind is knocked out of him. A cold, dry ache jolts through his back and into his arms.

“Oh, but My Lady would be terribly disappointed in me if I went back empty-handed! I’m Her right hand, you see; I can’t have some pig-man showing me up and becoming Her new favorite.”

“Fav...orite?” is all Zhu Dachu can manage as he tries to get his lungs back in order. “W...hat?”

The Not-Mayor laughs. “Playing coy, are we? My friend, you know this is all that old monkey’s fault! My Lady has no quarrel with you or your family. You’re just confused.”

Zhu Dachu sucks in a breath and lurches forward, slamming his forehead into the Not-Mayor’s. Bone crunches and splinters beneath the force of the blow, a puff of dust erupting from the Not-Mayor’s cranium in lieu of blood and brains. It swirls into Zhu Dachu’s throat, and he begins to cough.

The Not-Mayor is rocked backward a bit, but seems otherwise unaffected. “My Lady” he continues as if nothing had happened, “does not delight in chaos, in wanton death and destruction like so many of the spirits and monsters you have faced before. She does not want to hurt you or your family! But so long as you ally yourself with that stinking ape your son calls a mentor, destiny does not run smoothly. My Lady simply has no choice but to consider you Her enemy.”

Zhu Dachu continues to cough, his throat burning as he fails to clear his lungs. He falls to his knees, his grip loosening despite his best efforts. The Not-Mayor rips the extinguisher from him, and Zhu Dachu’s palms burn as well from the speed of it.

“But surely you knew all that already. So you thought you’d use this chance to gain favor with Her- to sever your allegiance with Her enemy and give Her a little apology gift at the same time! It’s quite clever, really. But it’d make me look incompetent, and I can’t have that!” He snaps his fingers, and another portal opens. Even if Zhu Dachu’s vision wasn’t blurred from lack of air, he would not have recognized the windswept and desolate place on the other side. The Not-Mayor turns to walk through it, but hesitates. “Though, now that I’m thinking about it...”

The dust in Zhu Dachu’s throat wisps out of his mouth, and he can breathe again. He gasps in and out, wobbling to his feet as the Not-Mayor is abruptly right in front of him again, looking at him intently. “Perhaps we shouldn’t think of each other as enemies.” he says, his smile softer and more natural now. “You don’t seem half-bad, and to be perfectly honest, the Spider Clan is poor company. We could split the credit! You and your family will still gain Our Lady’s appreciation, I’ll still remain Her favorite- we can both win!” The Not-Mayor holds the extinguisher out to Zhu Dachu. “What do you say?”

Zhu Dachu holds his breath, hesitates... and takes it.

Then he drives his hoof through the Not-Mayor’s knee, snapping his leg in two and making him topple over backwards.

He turns and runs until there’s a dozen or so yards of distance between them. Risking a glance back- the Not-Mayor is struggling to sit up, and the dust pouring out of his knee hasn’t followed him; it’s just swirling around the wound aimlessly.

Good. He lets out the breath he was holding. “As if, “pal”! I don’t like that stinkin’ ape much either, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna help out that pile of bones you call a lady, either! So unless you wanna lose your other knee, you oughta- oh shit!"

Between one word and the next, the Not-Mayor flips over onto his stomach and uses his arms to scrabble towards Zhu Dachu, closing the distance between them.

Zhu Dachu bolts, but not quite fast enough. The Not-Mayor grabs his ankle and sends him crashing to the ground. “WRONG CHOICE” resounds behind him, and out of the corner of his eye he sees a huge blue figure grinning as it tightens its grip.

-the figure laughs as it mows down another cluster of soldiers, the battlefield growing crowded with corpses.

He’ll buy time. By Heaven, he’ll buy time. He uses his n̶̴̴̴̴̵̸̸̴̴̟̭̣̍̐̎̓ḯ̶̸̵̵̷̗ń̸̸̵̴̸̵̶̷̵̴̢̺̬̙͐͝e̴̶̸̵̴̵̴̴̷̶̷̸̛̝͂̄̈̔̈̔͝-̷̶̷̴̷̵̷̵̴̸̸̸̷̳̺͈̀̊̍̍̂͊͠t̷̷̴̸̵̵̷̵̴̴̢̤̤͉̻̔͘o̷̸̶̵̷̸̷̵̸̷̡͔̥͋̇̇̂o̷̴̶̸̵̶̵̶̵̷̵̴̦͙͉̥͊̒͊̆̽t̴̶̵̵̷̴͉̫͒h̶̸̷̵̶̵̵̴̸̶̷̸̶̸͇̥͈͇̟͖̀̌̉͂͝e̸̵̷̶̴̵̷̵̷̴̸̴̶̴̸̵̱̘̳̟̪̎̈́͌͛͑̓̍̉d̴̶̴̷̴̴̵̨̛̦̾ ̴̷̷̵̵̷̴̵̶̸̶̶̷̟̫͕̙̟̬͇̏͋̇r̷̶̵̸̴̷̶̶͇͊̂͊̕ḁ̸̷̷̶̴̶̸̸̴̵̴̵̷̷͉̱͔͕͕̘͋̐̎͌k̸̷̶̸̶̷̷̴̵̵̵̶̸̘̭̩̲̿͆̂́̔͝ȇ̷̸̸̵̷̸̴̴̵̴̸̵̴̸̵̶̷̶̵̡̨̢̯͕̫̰̥̑́̏̂̈́̈̉ weapon as a crutch to stand upright, his crushed leg burning with cold. All he can hope for is to get in a few good swings, and die standing.

It turns to him. “I expected more of a fight from the Zhu B̴̸̴̸̷̸̷̲̠̥̖̑̔̒̚a̷̴̴̵̷̸̷̤͕͎͍̽́̂̿j̶̸̵̶̸̸̵̩̘̯̝͂̀͌̐ĩ̷̴̶̵̶̶̶͖̙͎̄̿̃͜ẹ̴̶̷̵̸̸̶̬̩̻͐̓̿̕! Will the other two resist at all, I wonder? Not that I’m complaining, mind you! It’s been ages since I’ve had pork of any kind, and I've never had the chance to try dragon~”

Before he can push a retort through his broken windpipe, its massive hand clamps around his ribcage and its bloody jaws open wide. Tears not his own drip onto his face, and he has only a moment to r̷̺̜̝̞͍̀̒͗̅͊̾e̶̡͍̲̞̜̓͌ͅa̵̧͕̍͋͌l̷̨̨͙̼̬̙͕̃į̸̦̞̩̎̀̉͂̇̕z̴̢̛̤͂̈́̉e̷̥̖͚̓͗͌̈̑́͠ ̸͙̃it̴̹̣̟̬̹̋'̶̡̫̦̰̒͌̕ͅͅs̸͓̥͙͈̀͘ ̵͕̳̗͙͓̭̙̉̏̋͗̿͗ň̶͍̞̠̐͐̂̏ö̶̟̞͈̌͘̕ṭ̸̣͙͔̦͗̈́ ̶̣̞̙́̊̚h̶̢̆̄̓̓̄͗ì̵̼̩̹̣̯̌̚ş̶̛̙͖̜̘̮͑͐̎̿̽͝ͅ ̷̛̮̼̪̳̘̟̅͛̓͊̕͝b̷̹̭͙͓̦͎̈́r̶̰͒̑o̴͉͕̍͊̑̾͋͊̅ͅṱ̷͗͋̄̀͘͝ḩ̵̤̫̙͓̝̓͒̌͑͆͝ͅe̷͙̩̗̠̘̫͛̑͘r̸̲̟͛͂ ̵̡̥̪̘̇̽̌́͛̓̓g̸͎̐̿̽͊̾̉͠ö̸̧̡̩͖̒n̷͎̠̪̗̗̍͋̚͘ẹ̵̣͎̓͝ ̶̧̻̤͖̬̘̀̀̄m̴͉̠̲͇̹͂̍͋͌͋ầ̷̺̳̤͕́̈́ḓ̶̛͇͖̠̫̌̅̊̍̿͝,̸̫̤̪̳͎̟̭̾ ̵̝̗͍͠ḯ̵̺̣̙͓̜̦̑͌̃̉͗͝t̶͎̦̙̯̩̅ͅ'̸̦͈͚̥̼̣̜̾͊s̵̢̛̩̻̎̍̈́̕͝ ̴͙͖͖̜͖͋̑̃̓͋͘̚s̵͕̲̼̗̀͆͆͗̽̓o̶̢͖̰̎m̸̠̜̬̉̀͛̽̄̊ͅḙ̶̻͎̰̦͇̪̅́̌ṫ̶͔ḩ̶͖̬̈́̍į̸̰̳̙̮̔͘n̸̨̡͉̫͇̬̟̿̽̐ĝ̶͉͌̈́͠ ̵̱̫̪̜͔̪̣̌͘͠e̵̡̖̬̘̳̎l̵̬͛́̑̆͜s̷̙͍͚̩̞̈́e̷̫̯̩̽͐̇ wonder what it means before he hears the crunch of his own skull and-

The scream that erupts from Zhu Dachu’s throat is more of a shockwave than a sound, pink light flickering and flashing as it radiates outward. The figure looming over him jerks back, shielding its body and face with its arms as it hisses in pain. Glitching and fizzling, it turns tail and retreats through the portal, which pops out of existence behind it.

The silence left behind briefly convinces Zhu Dachu that he’s gone deaf until his body remembers to breathe, the ragged sound filing down the sharp edges of panic in his chest. His arms twinge; he looks down and sees that he’s still clutching the extinguisher. It’s dented a little from how hard he’s holding it, and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be able to let go any time soon. His whole body is trembling.

There’s a tremendous crash in the distance, then a rush of wind and the huge blue figure is looming over him once more-

“Lao Zhu!” Tang Shifu’s voice rings out. “Are you okay?! What happened?!”

Oh. Oh, thank Heaven. He looks up and sees the worried faces of his friends; Sha Dali is kneeling over him protectively and Tang Shifu is clinging onto Sha Dali’s back for dear life, his hair windblown and his glasses askew.

“Hey.” He croaks, tasting iron in the back of his throat. “It’s. It’s gone, I think.”

Sha Dali begins checking him over for injuries. “Are you hurt? What attacked you?”

“Not bad. It grabbed my ankle and-” Zhu Dachu starts to wheeze, suddenly aware of the pain in his throat.

Sha Dali gently scoops him up. “Let’s get back to the truck and fix you up. You can tell us after you have some tea.”

-

A short while later, Zhu Dachu’s ankle has been tended to and his throat soothed with honey and lemon. “He wanted the extinguisher for “his lady”- three guesses who that is-, and when I didn’t give it to him he turned into this...” He gestures vaguely, trying to find the words. “...big freaky ghost monster? An’ he started makin’ me see shit, somehow, like I was hurt worse than I really was. An’ there were bodies everywhere, a bunch’a old-timey soldiers, I think? An’ he was tauntin’ me about how he was gonna eat you all, an’... well, I panicked. You heard that part.”

Tang Shifu adjusts his glasses. “Hmmm. A spirit so fast, in the guise of an ordinary human- you and Qi Xiaotian live in the city, Lao Zhu, and Long Xiaojiao has excellent security at home. But Lao Sha and I live in quieter areas, so it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to follow us home and dispose of us while we were sleeping. I wonder why he has waited until now to act?”

“Beats me.” Zhu Dachu takes another sip of tea. “You think she can do the same thing? Make people see things that aren’t there? Now that I know, I don’t think it’ll get to me so bad if it happens agai- Lao Sha?”

Sha Dali’s hands twist and wring around each other as tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He's shaking the faintest bit.

Oh, right. Mo is with Long Xiaojiao right now. Of course Sha Dali’s having a hard time winding down from the scare they’ve all had. Zhu Dachu reaches out to hold his friend’s hand.

Sha Dali abruptly stands up. “I’m gonna finish filling up the extinguisher. We should get to the Bull Palace as soon as possible.”

The ride back is quiet.

-

Elsewhere, in a windswept and desolate place, the Not-Mayor resumes his human form, cracking his joints one by one to make sure he’s gotten everything back in the right order. White Bone Spirit floats towards him and says something.

The Not-Mayor chuckles sheepishly. “Apologies, My Lady, but I can’t hear You. It’ll be a few moments more before my eardrums unburst themselves. I presented Your offer to our dear Zhu Dachu, if that’s what You were asking?”

She nods, and tilts her head to one side.

“Just as You said, he refused. But given how rattled he was at a hint of what happened to his last family, I’m sure he’ll come around. I wish I had brought a camera, the look on his face was priceless!”

White Bone Spirit smiles, and the Not-Mayor’s body repairs itself just in time to hear her melodious laugh.

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(Context for the memory.)

(Context for “Lao”.)

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(Season 3 episode 10 courtesy of colesmonkies on youtube.)

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid theory #zhu dachu #lmk not-mayor #lmk pigsy #lmk mayor #lego monkie kid spoilers #monkie kid spoilers #this whole thing was supposed to be like the first few paragraphs; just a summary of the 'episode' i imagined in my head. #but then the idea grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and slammed my face into the keyboard repeatedly until this happened. #it's almost 2k words aaaahhhh #the not-mayor: time to gaslight gatekeep girlboss! :) #HUGE thanks to spotsupstuff for helping me out! #cw murder #cw cannibalism #cw manipulation #ask to tag #i don't think it's THAT bad but just in case

[justthehiddleswrites]

Eat Your Words | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Female Reader

A/N:  It is Tom’s birthday!  My third one here celebrating.  And boy did I bring the filth.  Please read the warnings. And huge shoutout to @frostbitten-written​ for giving me the plot idea!  You are a smut sister of the first order!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader

Summary:  You mercilessly tease your husband about how amazing Loki is and how good he would be in bed.  You never realized that could be a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, sexual acts include: vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, anal fingering, double penetration (mouth and vagina, vagina and ass), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of voyeurism, a small bit of m/m kissing, cursing, aftercare, vaginal fingering

Taglists are open! Let me know if you wanted to be added to my tag list!!  Thank you for reading!

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Tom knew about your not-so-secret obsession. You were a horrid liar and more so talking in your sleep.

“What are you reading, darling?” Tom tried peeking over your shoulder, but you slam the laptop shut.

“How about mind your business, Hiddleston?” You scrunched your nose at him.

“So more Loki porn.” he smirked as he walked past.

“The word is smut. And no.” You stared him down and he stared right back at you, leaning over the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. You squirmed in place. “It was fan art.”

“Cock or no cock?”

You grew hot. “Cock.” you threw a pillow. “Happy?”

Tom caught the pillow in the air and placed it back on the couch.

“No. How many times do I have to tell you to not throw the pillows?” His face broke out into a wide grin before plopping on the couch. “What is your fascination with Loki, darling? You realize I play Loki?” He clutched his chest. “If I wasn’t so self-assured, I might become jealous.”

You set your laptop down and sat up, rubbing his thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry…” Tom turned and smiled at you. “… but there is no way you can compare to Loki.” You burst into giggles and took off running, Tom fast behind you. He crouched down at the entrance to where the stairs are. The only thing between you and freedom was your husband.

“Take it back.” he growled.

“No. You are impressive, Tom. But Loki has the cock of a god.”

“One of these days you are going to have to eat your words.” Tom’s face broke out into a grin.

“Make me, Hiddleston.” you grinned back, bouncing back and forth.

He stood up, smile gone. “You don’t really want that, darling. Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, what, you have Loki staying in the spare bedroom?” you mocked. “Get real, honey. Loki is a fiction and you are the man who plays him. You are my husband and I love you, but no one could fuck me like a god.”

Tom sighed. “I warned you, darling. If I catch you this time, I will show no mercy.” He chuckled. “And neither will he.” he muttered under his breath.

You barreled towards him before attempting to duck under his arm as you shoved all your body weight against him. Tom rolled his eyes and easily lifted you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down, Tom!” You pounded your fists against his back.

He carried you up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and walking towards a chair in the corner.

“Why am I here, Tom?” you glanced around.

Tom gestured to the other side of the room. “Ask your boyfriend.” he smirked.

You spun around to see a flash of light dissipate in the air. To find Loki standing there. In full armor.

“Now Thomas,” his voice deep and resonant. “We haven’t officially discussed my title.” he smirked as he strolled to where you are sitting.

Loki hooked a finger under your chin and took you in.

“What do you think?” Tom asked from the corner. He shifted in his seat. “She’s feisty.”

“Excuse you?” you snapped back. “I don’t know what you think you are playing at Hiddleston, but…” You stood, wagging your finger at him. Loki snatched your wrist, pulling you back against him.

“You married well, Thomas.” Loki hummed. Tom smiled from his chair. Loki cupped your cheek. “Very well.”

As he pressed you against his torso, you noticed Loki’s erection hard against you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off… again.

“Tell me, pet.” His fingers ran down from your temple to your chin. “Is this how you imagined it?”

Your brow furrowed. “Imagine what?” You pushed away from him, only to slam back against Tom. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is…”

“Enough!” Loki yelled and turned away. “I know all about what you say about me, dove.” He settled into the chair once occupied. “How you read stories about my prowess in bed.” He took off his boots and wrist guard. “Drooled over art of my cock.” With a flick of the wrist, he removed his tunic and armor, leaving himself in just his trousers. He leaned forward licking his lips. “Dreamed of me fucking you.”

You gasped and glared at Tom. “YOU TOLD HIM!?”

“Not that he needed to.” Loki shifted in his seat and lowered his trousers just enough to pop his cock free. “Any hacker could find your browser history. And reading stories about being fucked by me and your darling Thomas…” Loki clicked his tongue as he stroked his shaft. “… naughty.”

Tom reached over and cupped your face. “Is this the fantasy, darling? Me AND him?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just say the word.”

You stared up at him and then your eyes trailed down to find Tom sporting a raging hard on. You shifted your weight and peeked around Tom to spy Loki still stroking himself. He gave you a wink.

“I don’t have all day.” Loki called out.

You had to admit the thought of the whole scenario was too erotic for words. Your mouth was suddenly dry, all the moisture in your body, pooled elsewhere.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Tom smiled and leaned in to kiss you, slipping your straps down off your shoulders. You reached out and cupped his cock through his jeans. A flash of light covered you and Tom, causing your clothes to disappear.

“Much better.” Loki growled from his seat, now naked as well. He motioned the two of you towards the bed. “Go on. Entertain me. Show me how well you fuck your wife.” His lips curled into a devious grin.

Tom eased you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. He could sense your nerves. “Just think of it like when we met on set. And my modesty sock fell off?”

You chuckled and nodded. Tom nipped at the spot behind your ear and you let loose a soft gasp. His hands traveled down to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipple into a hard pebble.

Loki grunted through his teeth.

“Darling…” Tom moaned, twisted so you were on top. His fingers find your folds wet. “Wet already?”

“Of course she is.” Loki commented, he stood and walked towards the bed. He ran his hand down your back and cupped your ass before slipping down, plunging a long finger inside of you.

He hummed. “Thomas, if you don’t move things along, I may just take her myself and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you both take me right now?” you purred, placing kisses along Tom’s neck and chest while Loki curled his finger inside of you and Tom lazily played with your clit.

“What a splendid idea, pet.” Loki commented. “The best idea I’ve heard so far.” He grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, placing you on the bed on all fours.

Tom shifted around to be behind you, smoothing his hands over your ass. He bent over to whisper in your ear.

“Remember darling, how you commented about the cock of a god?”

You noticed Loki kneeling in front of her. His cock dripped pre cum from the tip. He was big, even bigger than Tom.

“Fuck me….” you hissed. Tom pushed into you with a snap.

“As you wish, darling. But now it is also time to eat your words.”

Your jaw dropped open to snap back at Tom, when Loki pushes his cock into his mouth.

You groaned against his cock, gagging slightly as he pushed most of his impressive length down her throat.

Loki groaned. “Thomas, she is exquisite. Why have you been hiding her away?”

Tom gripped your hips and snapped against you. “The same reason I hide everything away from you. I don’t want to share.”

You moaned as they thrusted into you in conjunction. Loki was more forceful than Tom. You hollowed your cheeks to suck off Loki.

“You’ve never had a problem sharing before.” Loki growled and pulled Thomas towards him, leaning over you by the scruff of his neck.

Loki’s lips pressed against Tom’s and he moaned. Loki pulled Tom’s head forward and slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom groaned as he did the same.

You overheard the lips smacking and the mental image tipped you over the edge and you screamed around Loki’s cock and clenched hard around Tom, shuddering.

Loki pulled away and chuckled. He lifted your face to stare at him. “Did you cum little pet at the sounds of me making out with our dear Thomas?” Loki averted his eyes to stare at Thomas, who had pulled out of you, blushing. “What a naughty girl.” He shifted to lie back on the pillows. “My turn, Thomas.”

Thomas grunted. “She’s not prepared for me yet.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. “Whose problem is that?” Loki spread his legs wide. “Come here, pet, and ride me.”

You crawled over to Loki and straddled his hips. You grabbed his cock and lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh god…” you moaned as you settled against his thighs.

“Yes I am.” He gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth.

Tom stared at Loki. “Can you at least hand me that bottle?” He gestured at the bottle of lube on one pillow.

Your eyes widened. “You’re not going to…”

Loki magicked the bottle into Thomas’s hand. He squirted some on his fingers.

“You’ve been training, haven’t you? Wearing the plug I got you?” Tom’s hand slid between your cheeks, massaged your tight entrance, pressed you against Loki’s chest. “Or is that something else you have been lying to me about?” He slowly sunk his well lubed finger into your ass.

“FUCK…” you hissed. Tom stilled as did Loki to allow you to adjust.

After a few moments, Loki gave you ass a soft smack. “Pet…”

You rocked up and down on him as Tom slowly plunged his finger in and out of you. Soon he added a second one and you cursed again as he scissored them inside of you, opening you up.

“If you would train properly, this would be easier.”

Loki cupped your face. “And next time it will be me.” He kissed your lips. “Although I must say, fucking your cunt is a treat. So wet and tight.” He growled.

Tom pulled out his fingers and squirted out some more lube and ran his hand along his shaft.

“Loki…” Tom gave the god a knowing glance.

“Right…” He pulled you tight against him and kissed you with a passion. His fingers found your clit and stroked it.

Tom eased into you, he panted when he was fully seated against your ass. You were so incredibly tight around him.

“My god… darling… why have we… Loki….” Tom threw his head back when he gently thrusted into you.

Loki released your lips softly, a small trail of saliva connecting your two lips. Your eyes locked for a moment and you saw it, those same kind eyes. Loki smiled which turned to a smirk and soon he was full on grinning.

He bucked his hips and gasped. “You clenched even tighter around me.” He leaned down to purr in your ear. “Let’s see how you milk my cock as you come undone.”

The two of them alternated thrusting into you. Soon you were reduced to a whimpering moaning mess. The only words you knew were “yes” and “don’t stop.” Soon your orgasm washed over you, stronger than ever before.

“FUCK!” you screamed in a now hoarse voice. You spasmed and clenched around both of them before your vision went white.

“Ah… AH!” Loki moaned as he thrusted twice before spilling inside of you. Tom soon followed with a deep grunt, filling your other hole.

You fell against Loki’s chest, sweaty and spent. Loki smoothed down your hair. “You were exquisite, pet.”

Tom crawled beside the two of you, rubbing your back. “You did so well, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and lips and then pecked Loki’s lips.

“Hmm…” you hummed, still coming down for your high. “Thank you.”

Loki pushed the two of you up and leaned you into Tom’s arms. “Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and meet me downstairs?” He licked his lips, taking in your form. “We have much to discuss.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Always There To Get Me Goin’ (Part 3)

Summary: The reader surprises Jensen on the last day on set and gets a surprise of her own when she finally gets to see him in his suit...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Well good morning to me,” you said, whistling as Jensen walked into his trailer wearing a tank top and sporting his normal amount of scruff once again. “Oh look at those little cheeks.”

“How the hell…” he trailed off when you held up a badge. “But we’re not allowed visitors-“

“I am technically a…production assistant intern,” you said, reading off the badge. “I DM’d Kripke. He got me a pass for the day.”

“Oh so technically you have to do whatever I ask you to,” he said. You held up a hand and waggled it, Jensen stalking over to where you sat, leaning against the arm rests. “Now you’re not handling your job duties very well are you.”

“I will handle many things later. After work.” He pouted, leaning in close. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on that pretty hair as much as you want.”

“Fine,” he whined. “But only because I need to make a quick video and then change before I film one last scene.”

“Wait you’re filming without a beard? Why-”

“Sh. Spoiler free household remember,” he said. You opened your mouth and he put a hand over it. “I’d keep that shut. Never know what might slip in there.”

“Slip things wherever you like,” you mumbled. He hummed, pecking a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Stay put. I won’t be long.”

“Fuck,” you said to yourself when Jensen got back to his trailer when he was done for the day. You hadn’t seen him in person in his suit before and the pictures did not do him justice. He took a deep breath before stopping in front of your chair.

“I could use some help getting out of this,” he said. “Wouldn’t want me to report you to your boss would we?”

“Depends. Is my boss going to make a move on me?” 

“Hell yes I am. Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand, leading you back to the small bedroom, kicking the door shut. You put your hands on his arms, sliding them up until you hit his vest. You smirked, running your hands down, finding a belt. You looked for a buckle or a snap but it seemed to be a part of the vest on second glance. He chuckled and slid your hands to his sides. “You have no idea how to take this off do you.”

“I don’t want to break it,” you said.

“Probably not a good idea.” He put his hands on either side of the vest and tugged, both sides opening up. “Velcro.”

“Oh,” you said, watching the sides of the vest come undone, Jensen lifting the vest and belt, his holster tied in with it, over his head and setting it on the ground beside you. Your hands went to his chest and while you saw the zipper fold, it ran straight up to the cowl around his neck. He tugged on that as well, the cowl coming off in a single piece and being added to the pile. “So that’s how you get in this thing.”

“More fun taking it off sometimes.” You pulled on the zipper, Jensen racing to rip off the gloves on his hands. “Wait-”

“You’re too slow,” you said, grabbing the suit and tugging it down. The sleeves were tucked into his gloves though and you smirked, Jensen giving you a warning glance before you pushed him back on the bed, effectively trapping his arms behind him.

“Y/N-” he said before you covered his mouth with your hand.

“I still owe you for that window treatment a few months back,” you said. You kicked off your shorts and finished pulling his suit down until you saw his compression shorts. One quick movement later both they and his boxer briefs were tugged down, his cock springing free. He was half hard and a few rough pumps had him standing tall. 

He bit his bottom lip when you straddled his hips and sunk down, bottoming out quickly. 

“You know moving up here while you were filming may just be the best decision I ever made.” You lifted off of him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before you slammed down. He grunted and you leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of him, staring him in the eye. You gripped his hair and watched him give in, face soft and pliant, jaw dropping when you picked up a fast and harsh pace.

“Y/N,” he whined. You kissed his neck and sucked, his whole body tensing. “Slower. Slower. I won’t last.”

“Who said I want you to last? Don’t worry about getting me off. You can eat me out after you fill me up.” He whimpered as you worked on giving him a hickey, thighs already burning. Your walls were squeezing him hard, Jensen sucking in air when he finally came. He made a series of muffled groans before you finally slipped off of him and crawled upwards quickly. “Clean me up.”

He sighed happily when you knelt over him, one of your hands keeping your underwear pushed aside. His tongue dove in and out, shivers running down your spine while he worked you over. 

You couldn’t help the small shake in your body when he turned his attention to your clit. He wasn’t going easy on you, tongue swiping and assaulting the bundle of nerves. You felt the shockwave of sparks start in your feet and work up your legs when he switched to sucking and lapping at the same time.

“Jensen,” you moaned softly, coming hard, Jensen not letting off until you were already into another orgasm. You forced yourself away, sitting back against the wall, breathing hard. He licked his lips and grinned, pulling his arms out from behind himself, gloves free now. “Always such a fucking pushy bottom aren’t you. Can’t just come and ask me to ride me senseless can you?”

“Yeah but you like it,” he said, ripping off his other sleeve, scooting up the bed and taking a deep breath. “Oh and sweetheart? You can ride me senseless anytime. Anytime.”

“When we’re back home I’ll tie up you and make you scream all you want.”

“Here I was going to offer the same thing,” he said. You leaned down and kissed him, Jensen grabbing your waist and flipping you over to the other side of the bed, smirking and staring down at you. 

“Down Soldier Boy,” you teased. He bit at your bottom lip but pulled away after only a moment.

“Oh if you want to play with him be careful what you wish for,” he said. There was a loud knock on the trailer wall and you both sat up quickly.

“Jensen! There’s a little wrap party on back lot when you’re changed,” called a voice.

“Thanks! Be there in a minute!” he shouted. He ran a hand over his face, wide eyed when he touched his neck. “Y/N! How am I gonna explain a hickey!”

“With this,” you said. You stood up and grabbed the bandana tied to the strap of his backpack, twisting it and tying it around his neck, making sure it covered the fresh mark. “Ta da.”

“You’re lucky you’re smart. And cute,” he said. You kissed his cheek and he grinned. “Coming to the party?”

“Sure. Although I do have to ask, am I meeting former co-workers or these will be your co-workers next year?” you asked. 

“Why don’t you try to get the answer out of me back in the states. You win, I’ll tell you then and there if I’m back or not. You lose...you do that thing I like.” You narrowed your eyes and he stood up. “If you’re too afraid-”

“Oh it’s on Ackles,” you said. “You are so losing.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

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#spn #supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen x reader #rpf #au #jensen ackles x reader

[the-purity-pen]

One Temptation

Pairing: Benny Miller x Will Miller x Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

gif is not my own. credit to the creator [ if you know who made this, please tell me so i can credit them, thanks! ]

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY!) Warnings: Sex Pollen, Group sex, Double Penetration, Unprotected PIV (please be safe irl), cum eating, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), Anal, Shower sex, let me know if i missed anything! Word Count: 5,818 Notes: This has been in the works for MONTHS at this point and I finally feel okay releasing it to the hellsite. It’s filthy, it’s probably not perfectly canon but I love these boys and this was such an adventure to write. Please let me know what you think!

You were nervous as hell to walk into the conference room. The first day on any job is nerve wracking but even after a few weeks, you found yourself feeling like the outsider still. It wasn’t anyone’s direct fault, per say. Just a feeling you had from being the new one on the team.

The team you had been assigned to was a tight knit one. The four of them having been through all kinds of combat and missions together. Their previous team leader had gone off the rails and was forced to retire early. 

Your debriefing hadn't gone into a lot of details but the remaining men on the team seemed friendly enough. Benny and Will Miller, the brothers were such polar opposites that their interactions were always entertaining. And Frankie Morales seemed like a pretty sensible one, a lovable man with a mean streak when needed. 

And then there was Santiago Garcia. The man was generally more observant but when he spoke, he attracted the attention of an entire room. His personality was electric in a way. The way his scruff would sound as his hand ran over his jaw, deep in thought at whatever mission was being described as one that the team would be taking.

A new drug lord was suspected in Miami, carting drugs from Colombia and Bolivia. The trail had led to many dead ends but there was one loose end that your new team would be able to solve. A nightclub had been staked out and found to be smuggling drugs through some warehouse-like door in the basement. There wasn’t enough to get full intel and they needed a team to infiltrate and go undercover to gain more information.

Part of the plan was to have you, of course, dress up and play flirty with some of the bouncers and bodyguards of the club. You were extremely nervous and it apparently showed through because as much you knew these guys were good, you couldn’t help but feel like trusting them with an assignment like this was a big ask.

When the assigning officer heard your concerns, he offered up a serotonin-inducing serum. It was new on the market but was studied to have helped with team building. At least that’s what he told you. After having a short conversation with the team, you agree to all take the serum.

After taking the sticky sweet green drink, you were informed that it could take a full 24 hours for the full effect to take place. "Why don't we throw a party?" Benny chimed in with the boyish grin plastered on his face.

You stifled a laugh and shook your head. "I'm not exactly the party type," you admitted as your eyes scanned from Benny to Santi who spoke up next.

"What about just a night of beers and cheesy movies?" he offered to which all heads started nodding. "My place. Tomorrow night. Eight o clock," he added after the consensus was made.

***********

Walking up to Santiago's door had your heart thundering so loud in your ears, you were sure you wouldn't be able to hear him when he greeted you. Your hands twisted around the case of beers, hoping you had picked the right kind. You knew how these military types were picky about their booze.

"Hey! You made it!" Santi exclaimed as he opened the door and let you walk in. Your eyes took in the small apartment and noticed that you were the first to arrive.

"Am I early?" You turned around to face him as he closed the door. He shook his head with a chuckle as he moved closer to take the case of beer from you and move it to the fridge.

"Nah, they're just always late. Good choice by the way," he mentioned as he held up the case and nodded to it just before placing it in the fridge. Your arms weakly rubbed at each other, crossed over your chest.

When Santi turned back towards you, he chuckled. "You can take your jacket off, you know. I mean if you plan on staying," he cracked which made you smile. After your jacket slipped off and was placed on the back of a nearby chair, Santi held an open beer out to you.

"Thanks," you told him softly before there were more knocks on the door. The other three piled in, Will followed by Benny with Frankie bringing up the rear. Benny was already slurring and jolly, Will was just shaking his head at his brother as he greeted you. Frankie came up, adjusting the ball cap that he always seemed to wear and said hello.

***********

"Truth or Dare!" Benny cried out when a suggestion pool had started of what they should play.

Handfuls of beers had been consumed by this point and you were starting to feel more comfortable. It was also becoming apparent as you watched each of them how attractive they really were in this laid back setting.

The entire group groaned but Benny pushed forward on the couch so his elbows were on his knees. Santi had actually been oddly quiet, chewing on his lower lip as he was watching you interact.

"Alright Pope. You first," Benny held up a hand loosely gesturing at the man sitting across from him. Santi rolled his eyes and shook his head but grinned at the same time.

Will tapped Benny on the shoulder and whispered some idea into his brother's head that apparently made Benny very excited. "Ooh! Ooh! Okay okay," Benny adjusted his shoulders, shooting you a quick glance before looking back to Santi.

"Have you ever thought about-" 

"I didn't even choose which one asshole!" Santi replied with a loud laugh. Seeing his smile that wide was uncommon and you felt a small knot form in your chest at it but you stifled a snort in response.

Frankie and Will also broke out into laughter as Benny conceded. "Alright alright fine. Choose, motherfucker," he narrowed his eyes at Santi before cracking a grin himself.

"Truth cuz I'm too old and lazy to do any stupid stunts you could come up," Santi chided at his brother in arms before taking a long swig of his beer, one of the bottles of the kind that you had brought.

Benny rubbed his hands together like he was concocting some evil plan. "Alright then back to what I was asking before you so -rudely- interrupted. Have you," he paused to glance over at you, his gaze unashamedly running over your body, making you curl into yourself a bit more on the big armchair you were seated in. "Ever thought about fucking her?" He nodded his head in your direction when his gaze came back to Santi.

Your heart was back to racing in your chest as you turned your attention to Santi. Without missing a beat, Santi answered. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

You were ninety percent sure that you stopped breathing. Your eyes blinked only out of automation as your mouth became a small o shape. Your entire body felt like it was heating up in the few moments that passed.

Santi then looked at you and your entire body felt ablaze again. "Uh, what? What did I just say?" Santi seemed to have come-to from a small spell he was under. Your gaze was so focused on his face you didn't see the way the other three shifted in their seats or the way that Frankie palmed himself lightly to adjust his growing erection at the thought.

"Y-you…" Words were hard to come by and your face felt like fire and your heartbeat whooshed into your ears. Your chest heaved lightly at the sudden panting you seemed to be doing.

"Well fuck me!" Benny cried out as he laughed nervously. Will punched his brother in the arm and that's when your eyes shifted to the rest of the guys, noticing that their gazes were locked on you. It was as if you held some sort of magical answer to a question you didn't have any clue of.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you cleared your throat and took a nervous sip of your beer. There was only a drop. You huffed nervously. "Oh, look, I need another beer," you quickly and quietly said before pushing up out of the chair and practically running over to the kitchen.

You could hear their low murmurs, chattering amongst themselves as you rinsed the empty bottle in the sink. Your hands were a shaking mess as thoughts swirled in your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second before bending to grab another beer from the fridge.

A presence against your backside made you gasp. Hands came to your hips as you slowly stood up, swallowing the large lump that had formed in your throat. You tried to clear it as you closed the fridge but the presence behind you kept their grip on your hips.

Your nose finally picked up the scent of the cologne. Santi. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back as one finger came up to trace a line down your neck. Instinctively your head rolled to the other side to open for his soft touch.

Your breathing was ragged and you immediately mewled when his lips took over for his hand against your neck. "I want you hermosa," his voice grumbled against your skin and you immediately felt weak. Your hands tried to focus on the beer bottle but you were slipping into euphoria.

"Santi," you heard Benny's voice come from across the kitchen. Both you and Santi turned to see all three of them moving closer. "We all want her," Benny admitted and you saw the way his tongue peeked out between his lips to wet then as his eyes seared into you.

"Guys." Your voice was weak and shaky. "I- I can't do this. It's-" your words were cut off by Santi's lips attaching to your neck again and the bottle you held was slammed down onto the counter as you gripped the edge to steady yourself.

One of his hands worked around to the front of your blouse and tugged at the buttons. You could feel the weight of him pressing against your ass and your entire body buzzed with lust. That familiar heat was starting to grow in the pit of your stomach and you knew the booze was partially to blame.

But only partially.

When your eyes fluttered open as Santi slowed his assault on your neck, you saw Benny standing so much closer. "Seriously," he said, his hand coming up to let a finger trace along your collarbone. "We want you," he told you in an uncharacteristically quiet voice before leaning in to capture your lips.

You moaned quietly against his lips, having not been kissed in far too long. You finally pushed against him and he pulled away from the kiss. "Seriously," you sloppily repeated back his words as you scooted to the side out of Santi's grasp.

A piece of paper was on the island counter that caught your attention. The red lettering at the bottom looked familiar. Your curiosity piqued and you moved closer to pick up the paper to read it.

Known side effects include but are not limited to: sudden panting, decreased morality judgement, increased appetite, increased sexual desire and libido…

You blinked as Santi rounded the corner of the counter to you. "Fuck," you muttered quietly to yourself as you noticed his movements and came around the other side to only be greeted by Frankie, who's tanned skin on his cheeks was flushing slightly.

"Did anyone read this?!" You asked, panicked and looked at all of them one by one.

"What is it?" Benny asked, not fully caring what it was.

You moved closer to Frankie to hold it up. His eyes tried hard to focus on the words as he took the paper from you. "It's the fucking side effects to the serum, man," Frankie spoke aloud as he too paused at the one about sexual desire. "Shit," he muttered as a hand came down to his crotch to adjust himself.

"Well what are they?" Benny asked impatiently as he eyed you walking across the floor to the living room. Santi moved over to Frankie to take the paper and read it over. Will was watching you along with his brother as your hips swayed as you paced the living room floor.

"Fuckin' increased sexual desire? What the shit is that? Why would they give this to us?!" Santi yelled but realized that all eyes were on you as you breathed heavily. Your arms were crossed over your chest and one hand was at your lips, tugging at them, trying everything in your power to keep yourself distracted from looking over at your team.

“Hey,” Santi called your name with furrowed brows. “You alright?” he questioned as he moved closer. Your mind was reeling but your body was convulsing with need, with want. It felt like a fire had been lit from deep within your belly and no amount of pacing or trying to think straight was going to smother it.

Santi’s hand on your shoulder made you jump, too wrapped up in your own body and thoughts to notice how close he had gotten. He was standing directly in front of you and your eyes were darting around his features. Your nose flaring with each pant of a breath you tried to take. His own eyes were trying to take in every movement of your face to see what was going on but he was far too distracted by the parting of your lips.

“Santi.” His name came out as a breathless whimper as you looked at him. Within a moment his hand was on the back of your head and his lips were pressing hungrily into yours.

You heard movement in the kitchen and into the living room but Santi’s lips had moved to your neck and all thoughts were gone. The burn in your body was glowing brighter, threatening to combust when he bit down on the conjunction of your neck and shoulder.

Suddenly another pair of hands were groping at the globes of your ass through your jeans. A groan in your ear that wasn’t Santi had your eyes fluttering. One of your hands was holding the back of Santi’s head, scratching his scalp lightly. Your other hand dipped behind your back and down, groping at what you found to be a very hard cock in someone’s jeans.

Benny’s groan came clear into your ears. “God, you’re so hot,” he muttered which made you release a small shuddering breath. Benny pressed against your back, his hands roaming over your body wherever Santi’s wasn’t.

Your body was already feeling on fire, like every touch was electric. The way Benny’s lips moved over the shell of your ear as Santi worked your clothes off. You were turned into Benny’s arms. He chuckled as he looked down at your wrecked face. “You look absolutely amazing,” he cooed softly, something you didn’t know he was capable of.

Your head turned as Benny kissed along your neck and you saw Will standing with his pants pulled down to his knees and cock in hand. You swallowed thickly as Santi kissed up your thighs and over your mound, his fingers tracing lines up your legs.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” Santi mumured as he pushed your hips a bit wider. You groaned and leaned back against Benny who held you up and slid his hands up under your shirt to grope at your breasts. You turned to see Will still stroking himself quietly at the sight before him. Watching you become totally undone was intoxicating.

Another pair of hands were on your body, taking over groping your breasts as Benny pulled your shirt up over your head. You could barely register that you were completely nude in front of your team as Santi’s tongue ran over your folds, groaning at the taste. When his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, the third pair of hands were gently caressing and rolling your nipples.

A blinding hot streak ran through your body, straight down to your toes. The way Santi licked into you causing your thighs to tremble. You managed to look down just in time to see Frankie’s head kissing at the swell of your breast.

The more their hands were on you, the faster their movements became, the needier they seemed. The burning ache in your body only seemed to grow as Benny gently guided you backward until you fell onto his lap. At some point he had released his erection. Santi crawled to try to reattach his lips to your core but Benny was quicker and slipped himself into your soaking folds with barely any hesitation.

You cried out as Benny filled you and started to thrust up into you, his hips snapping against your ass. Santi groaned. “Benny you fuckin’ cabron,” Santi muttered and Benny just chuckled in your ear as he nibbled on it. 

“Babygirl, what feels better, Santi’s mouth or my cock? Hm?” Benny asked as his eyes bore into Santi who glared at him but palmed his own length anyways. Frankie moved closer and tried to kiss the other side of your face.

Your mouth was flopping like a fish and you couldn’t create enough saliva to speak. Instead you whined as Santi kissed at the inside of your knee, his hand more furious on his cock now. Will was standing close by, just watching everything but focusing on how wrecked your face was as his brother pounded into you.

Frankie was gentle but groaning against your skin as he tried to capture your mouth into a heated kiss. You kissed him wantonly, your moans filling his mouth and he greedily swallowed every sound. “Hermosa, please take my cock,” Frankie moaned into your mouth and without opening your eyes you nodded.

Benny continued to thrust up into you in haste as Frankie climbed over the arm of the couch and stood so that he could line his cock up. He ran it along your bottom lip, soaking him in your saliva and waiting for you to open before thrusting into you tentatively. You swallowed around him and he groaned at the sensation of your warmth around him.

Benny kept at you, thrusting harder and faster until you were crying out around Frankie’s cock. Frankie and Benny released their loads into you at the same time and you were close to your own but Benny softened and you lost the peak that was building.

You whined and Santi slapped Benny’s thigh. “Let me at her,” he said while standing up. Benny gently lifted you off of him and you whined at the loss of contact. You let go of Frankie’s cock with your mouth after you had cleaned him of all of his cum. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, licking into your mouth slowly and groaning at the taste of himself before he was helping you lie down on the couch. Frankie moved himself off the couch as Santi moved to hover over you and plunged his cock right into you.

Your back arched off the couch as you reached up and grabbed at Santi’s shoulders. “Fuck!” you cried out as Santi fucked into you with reckless abandon. You were soaked between your arousal and Benny’s cum and it made Santi twitch hard as he fucked you mercilessly into the couch. The girth of him stretched you differently than Benny had and you mewled and moaned at the sensations, letting Santi’s name fall from your lips like a chant.

“Please! I need to cum!” you screamed as a burning heat grew in the pit of your stomach and threatened to overtake your entire body. Your begging encouraged Santi as the other three looked on. Benny was already hard and leaking again and when your eyes met his, his hand stroked so hard he came all over the floor with a loud moan. Santi leaned over and bit at your collarbone, causing you to cry out as you clenched down around him, hard.

Your entire body was writhing and pulsating as you came harder than you had in a long time around Santi. That put him over the edge and with a few more solid, hard thrusts into you, he stilled and pushed further into you to spill into you. Within moments you felt the dripping between your thighs and you moaned quietly.

Santi leaned down to capture your moan and his lips slid against yours as he thrusted carefully into you, the burn in his body already growing again. “Pope c’mon man,” Frankie said quietly as he moved to pull Santi off of you. “Gotta give someone else a turn,” Frankie patted Santi’s shoulder firmly as you tried to catch your breath. Santi leaned down for another soft kiss before pulling slowly out of you.

Your body jolted at the sudden loss and both men stopped to stare. “Fuck,” Frankie muttered, causing both Benny and Will to move around to see their view. The cum was dripping steadily from your still fluttering cunt and every pair of eyes was mesmerized by the sight.

“Baby you are making a mess,” Santi said, wanting to lean in and clean you up but you put your hand out as a gesture for all of them to give you a minute. Your breath finally calmed down enough for you to be able to respond.

“I…. did…. nothing,” you panted and chuckled but the laugh made the cum dribble out of you even more and you moaned quietly at the sensation of two of your teammates cum dripping from you. Will’s nose twitched as his hand continued to slowly work his cock. The burn inside him was growing but he was a patient man. Always had been.

You lifted your head to look at them and gave a weak smile. They all looked at you with lust-blown eyes but Santi and Frankie were the ones to give you a smile back. “You okay?” Santi asked, his hand gently grazing your ankle in a caressing motion.

You nodded and looked at him. “Yeah. I think. For now,” you chuckled but soon felt your body heat up again. It was a dull ache but you tried to sit up to quelch it. Santi and Frankie both reached out for your arms to help you sit up. “I think maybe I should go shower,” you mentioned and they both nodded before standing up. Their cocks were at eye level for a moment and you felt your mouth water and wanting them both in your mouth at the same time.

They helped you up and your legs definitely felt like jello. You nearly crumbled and Santi and Frankie looked at each other with worry then looked at you as they tried to hold you up. “I got her,” a stoic low voice came from beside you as Will moved closer. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up with ease.

You giggled quietly but having his warm body pressed against your was making the fire within you grow again. You tucked your head into his neck and breathed in his scent. You couldn’t help the way your lips pouted and you kissed gently along the skin of his neck. He groaned low in his throat.

“Sweetheart, please,” his voice pleaded before he was in the hall and pressing your back up against the wall slowly. His hands grabbed at you to hold you better as his hips pressed into you.

“Will, please,” you whimpered when his teeth found the side of your neck and sank in. You felt the way he growled against your skin and the fire was spreading wildly through your veins again.

Will grunted as he pulled himself back just enough to stroke as his cock and line himself up. With a slow and steady push, he impaled you and filled you. The girth of him stretched you but the slight sting of pain gave way to even more pleasure as he started to thrust.

Each thrust earned him a soft moan from your lips and he couldn’t help but kiss you. His hands were pawing at your chest, twisting your nipples and he watched as your face contorted in pleasure and you cried out against him. “Fuck! Please! Harder!” you begged and didn’t care who heard you. Besides, it was high time it was Will’s turn. The man was the quiet type, strong and sturdy but with his lack of talking in many of the group settings, you weren’t sure of his opinion of you.

But as he pistoned in and out of him, faster and harder with each snap of his hips up into you, you were pretty sure you knew where he stood in his opinion on you. “Fuck, so tight,” he muttered against your lips as he kissed you bruisingly. A clash of teeth and tongues and lips. It was messy and needy but you wanted more.

Will grabbed at your back, his large hands splayed over your now hot skin as he pulled you away from the wall. He stood in the middle of the hall, his shoulders pulled back as his hands snuck down to try holding you under your legs. You held him around the neck until he had a good hold of you again and it was then that he rocked your world even harder.

He fucked up into you with a relentless pace, hitting that spot within you with ease, his cock moving along the shared juices of yours, his brother’s and Santi’s. But all he could focus on was how wrecked your face looked. Your jaw was slack, seemingly permanently so, your eyes rolling back as your head lolled back in pleasure.

Wanton cries were ripped from your chest as he grunted and held you up. Suddenly you felt a second pair of hands come to your ass and massage the flesh. A scratchy beard appeared at your back as sloppy kisses were given to the skin there. “Que linda,” Santi’s voice came in a growl as he watched you get fucked by Will.

“Santi,” you said breathlessly and Will fucked you harder to get your focus back on him. He captured your lips in a heavy kiss, one that forced your mouth into an “o” shape around his tongue as he greedily licked into you.

Santi was busy watching Will’s cock pump in and out of you, his hands still massaging at your ass. His thumb rimmed the hole of tight muscle, moving with each movement that Will was forcing on your body and you moaned a bit louder. Santi looked up at you. “Do you want to be filled, querida?” he asked and he waited until you nodded.

When you did, you mewled as his thumb pressed against the tight hole, slipping one knuckle in. You cried out even at the small intrusion, the way even just that little motion filled you even more. “More!” you cried out and you heard both men curse under their breaths.

Will fucked you relentlessly still as Santi pulled his thumb out, to which you whined in protest, just so he could spit all over his hand. He used his free hand to try to spread your ass cheeks a bit. “Will, man, stop for a second,” Santi commanded and Will obeyed, holding you down onto his cock.

Santi moved one finger into you and you couldn’t help the pained groan that came from you. “Good?” Santi checked in and when you nodded and bit your lip, he started moving his finger within you. He looked over your shoulder at Will and nodded and Will resumed moving.

You choked out a sound as your entire lower body started to clench up. “Oh, she’s close,” Santi praised, his smirk so evident just in the tone of his voice. He leaned down and bit at the soft flesh of your ass at the same that Will leaned into to bite at your collarbone. The dual biting did you in.

You cried out as they fucked you through your orgasm, both sets of muscles clenching down around them. Your lower stomach fluttered and your chest heaved as your mouth lay open in a pant, your eyes screwed shut. Will was close behind and fucked you through your high until he reached his own. When he pushed up into you, stilled with a groan, Santi stopped moving too.

You finally caught your breath and felt yourself come back to reality. Your body was spent, completely but also completely sated. Will carefully pulled you off of his softening cock and the moment your feet hit the ground, all you could feel was all of their cum slipping down your thighs.

Santi moved with you both and released his hand from you and saw you dripping. “Fuck, you’re a mess,” he muttered in a groan. You nodded, your arms still wrapped around Will’s shoulders. Will grunted and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you to your tiptoes so he could walk you back towards the bathroom.

Once in the room, Will and Santi worked together to strip you down, one moving and the other acting as your balancing stabilizer. Your eyes were heavy and your body felt like it was made of jello as you attempted coherent thoughts. You were naked, in a room with two men who you found extremely attractive. One of whom was leading you into the shower that had at some point been turned on.

“You got it?” Will asked softly as his hand lingered on your lower back as you held yourself up with your arm against the shower wall. You nodded slowly, your head feeling heavy. You let the warmth of the water just cascade over your back and tried to let it soothe you.

You tried to let your mind relax but there was a burning ache that felt it was far off in the distance. You could hear Santi and Will talking quietly but the roar of your heart in your ears combined with the water rushing over you made them also seem far away.

As you slowly started to wash up, your soapy hand brushing over your very sensitive clit, you yelped as a bright flame lit within you. “Fuck!”

Will and Santi immediately rushed up and opened the curtain to see you rubbing at your clit furiously. “What is it?! Are you okay?!” Santi asked in a hurried, worried tone.

“I need - fuck! - I need,” you whined as you squeezed your breast with your other soapy hand and felt your nipple immediately stiffen. Will was first to step into the shower behind you. His large hands came over your breasts as he held you against him.

“What do you need? Tell me. We’re here,” he spoke lowly in your ear, nibbling at the flesh as Santi pulled the curtain a bit on the opposite side to watch. 

“I need to cum!” you screamed as one of Will’s hands came down behind you and his thick fingers ran through your folds. The fire within you was burning brighter by the second and it was almost painful.

“How do you want to cum? On my fingers or my cock?” Will asked and Santi chewed his lip as he watched you writhe against Will.

“Your face. I need your tongue on me. Now!” With your command, Will turned you and dropped to his knees without hesitation. Santi reached out and put his arm up behind your back so you wouldn’t fall.

Will shoved his face against your cunt, licked a broad stripe through your folds before his mouth closed over your clit. You whined out and Santi quickly slipped himself into the shower behind you. His hands wrapped around your breasts and tweaked your nipples. Your head fell back against his shoulder as the warm water cascaded over your chest and stomach.

Your hips moved against Will’s face as his mouth attached to your clit, his tongue licking and flicking as if you were a hard candy. His hands remained on your hips and he used just his tongue to work you up and within a minute there was a gush coming from you and spilling all over his face.

Santi peeked over your shoulder. “Holy shit baby. You just soaked him and not from the shower water,” Santi told you and turned to kiss your cheek. He was oddly proud and smirked against your wet skin as he whispered more praises into your ear, letting your body come back.

Will stood up and let his face get wet from the shower before he held onto your hips and kissed your chest softly, letting the water run down his face. He stood up and wiped the water off with one hand before looking at your blissed out face. “Are you back?” he asked and when you nodded slowly, both men looked at each other and chuckled. “Are you good? Like do you need more or-?”

You shook your head with a blissed out smile on your face. “I think it’s gone,” you told him and you felt Santi kiss along your cheek and down to your neck. “Though if you keep doing that Santi, I might not ever want you to stop,” you laughed weakly and moved your head to the side to allow him more room.

“Who says I want to stop querida?” he mumbled against your skin and you hummed contentedly. Will took the opportunity to actually wash your body with soft, gentle touches. He washed his own face then looked at you and Santi together and felt a new kind of pull in his chest.

“We could do this again… right?” Will asked softly and both you and Santi opened your eyes and straightened up to look at him. You chewed your lower lip and your head turned to look between the two men as the shower continuously rained down on all of you.

When you didn’t speak, mostly from not being able to find the words, Santi spoke instead. “Yeah man. I mean, if she’s down for it, then I’m down for it. I like you Will, you know that. And you,” he turned to lean in to kiss your cheek again. “I don’t think I could get enough of you now that I’ve had you,” he told you and nuzzled into your neck as his arms wrapped around you again. Will stepped forward and wrapped his arms around both your and Santi’s shoulders together and the three of you sat like that until the water ran cold.

#fic: one temptation #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier smut #triple frontier x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #benny miller #benny miller x reader #santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader #will miller #will miller x reader #frankie morales smut #santiago garcia smut #will miller smut #benny miller smut #benny miller x will miller x santiago garcia x frankie morales x reader

[moxfirefly]

55. "Does it hurt? Tell me to stop if it hurts."

With, hmm, Mikey and a (top-)male-reader? Oops, guess you’ll have to shit some bricks then...😏

Also? If you could somehow include slutty mikey, then *chef’s kiss* perfecto. But if not, that’s fine. Do what you think is right 😊

My. Time. Has. Come.

Friend thank you! My first male-reader request! I’m so excited and I can so do this.

The second Michelangelo feels teeth bite down his neck he knows whatever nervous feelings he had just slip away.

Your tongue laps the bite, the flesh is a little harder so it’s not possible to do the damage you might want to do. Because the idea of marking up Mikey makes your cock stir. You’d have to get a little more creative then, so you kissed your way down his plastron, enjoying the way his fingers dug into your hair. At the hem of his underwear you smirked up at him, trying to hide your chuckle when Mikey vigorously nodded his consent.

How the two of you ended up like this was still beyond Mikey, well to a certain extent. You had come over, he had suggested video games, things did get competitive and around there was where the missing footage sign blinked. Mikey hadn’t really thought that kissing a guy would be this exciting. Sure he’d had his fare share of self discovery when it came to his sexuality, he knew he just liked pretty people.

And boy were you fucking pretty.

Needless to say, having sex with a close friend who also happened to be a guy wasn’t really on his list of To Do’s on this Wednesday afternoon. He sure as hell wasn’t complaining though.

Underwear casted aside, you chucked your own as well. Mikey’s eyes were glued to your body, taking in details he didn’t think would make him so, well horny. He liked you, he really liked what he saw and as your ego inflated just so, you felt yourself being pulled closer into another heated kiss.

Mikey found himself enjoying the scratch of your scruff, the softness of your body against his much harder one, the groan that left your throat and disappeared down his own. Much to his regret you ended this kiss with a soft tug of his bottom lip.

“Do you want me to bottom?” You asked by pressing your lower halves together.

Mikey wasn’t sure if he could make words, much less answer that question. Needless he had to and a little shameful part of him that overthought everything wasn’t sure how you’d take his request.

“Um... is it like cool if, well, you could maybe... be the top?” His eyes had to preoccupy themselves with something that wasn’t your face, regardless of it being a pretty face he could barely stop looking at.

You smirked, hand cupping his chin to make him look at you. “Ask me the right way” You whispered against his lips, enjoying how his bottom lip trembled ever so lightly.

Swallowing, Mikey gripped your sides and pressed his lips to yours. “Please, fuck me” Came his needy reply, it instantly made your skin break out in goosebumps. With another tongue twisting kiss you told him to give you a second to grab a small bottle of lube out of your bag. Mikey took the opportunity to breath, to look up at the ceiling of his bunk bed and somehow align his thoughts.

The liquid cool he felt at his hole startled him, apologizing you kissed that pretty heart shaped mark on his plastron. “It’ll heat up, I promise” Slowly and gently you worked a finger inside, enjoying even more how Mikey’s legs spread to give you more room. He’d actually done this to himself several times, the sensation was pleasant but something about having somebody else doing it just made it all the more exciting. Almost by muscle memory he snaked a hand towards his hard cock and gripped it, a tempting pump making him moan. The hand not stretching him gripped his wrist. “Don’t want the show over before it starts, yeah?” It was a tempting sight, one you’ve gladly let continue but your aching cock said other wise.

Mike was tight, mostly being the nerves he assumed. “Easy, relax a little bit” Your free hand drew circles on the back of his thigh. Mikey felt his mouth go dry but he nodded, hands resting on your shoulders as you guided yourself into him. That initial burn was something he would commit into memory, the image of your lust ridden face even more so. “Fuck Mikey...” You mouth hung open, angling yourself a little more to slowly continue to push more of your length into him. Lifting his hips a little more, leg swung over your thigh, Mikey helped to better accommodate you. By no means exactly experienced, he at least knew from personal investigating how exactly he liked to be situated for this.

Maybe if his shyness didn’t creep up on him he could show you just how flexible he was.

Right around that thought Mikey felt you bottom out inside of him, the feeling making him shut his eyes and dig his nails onto your back. This somehow felt different, a really good different and with the way Mikey’s cock steadily leaked precum you knew you wanted drive into him wildly.

The first few thrusts made your eyes flutter shut, the way his heat felt around you was enough to make you moan. Mikey’s hands slid to your rear, gripping flesh with a lengthy churr. The sound startled you, your hips reducing to a slow languid pace. “Does it hurt? Tell me to stop if it hurts” You asked, surprisingly feeling breathless by just a few thrusts. Mikey shook his head, nudging you forward by the grip he had on your rear. “No no don’t stop, fuck me please!”He whined, arching his hips to get more friction.

Oh, who were you to deny him such a request?

“Say it again for me baby” Your hips picked up again, thrusting into him in ascending speed. Each hit making Mikey moan, those baby blues of his none existent with how dilated his pupils were. “Fuck me, god just use me like some cock sleeve” In a more alert state he would’ve flushed crazy, those types of words were reserved more for his fantasies.

“Use you? Fill you up? That what you want baby boy?” You drove into him harder, skin slapping skin. Gripping the back of his knees you pushed his legs up to better angle your thrust and it only proved more to his desire. “Yes! Fill me-fuck-up!” At some point he was gonna remember this later but right now, right now as you drove into him with feverish slams, he was ready to spill his longing.

You leaned down, the friction of your moving bodies making Mikey’s cock twitch. You kissed him, sloppily enough to capture his moans. Muscles strained, sweat broke out over your body. “Ha- Harder” He groaned against your lips, teeth biting down gently. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder?” You grunted out your words, capturing his lips in one last feverish kiss. Leaning back you set your knees on the bed just how you needed to slam into him in quick short thrusts. Mikey felt his brain short circuit, something inside of him snapping and making him reach for his stiff leaking length. The sight alone had you grunted, each time you drove into him you knew you weren’t to last much longer.

It wasn’t long before he tensed up, pumping erratically and cumin with a long churr. Each spurt shooting onto his plastron, a few ropes managing to hit his chin. You felt your hips stutter, nails digging onto his thighs as your own release hit. Now that was a sensation Mikey didn’t expect to enjoy as much as he had fantasized about it, the way you filled him up with so much warmth. When the ability to form a thought managed to find its way back into your brain, you admired the mess Mikey was, all hard breathing and satisfied. You ran a thumb across his stained chin, cleaning it up by sticking it in your mouth. Still joined together you bent down and licked up the cum on his plastron and by the pleasant little clench Mikey gave, you knew he liked what you were doing.

“You alright?” You kissed the question against his chest, slowly pulling out with a bite to your lower lip. Settling next to him you couldn’t help but smirk, he was still swimming in all those nice little chemicals one releases. You let him have his moment, opting to just lazily make out with him.

#tmnt Michelangelo x male reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt mikey x reader #michelangelo tmnt #tmnt michelangelo x reader #michelangelo x reader #mikey #Michelangelo #smut prompts #ask #eemoo1o #ns*w

[jaskierswolf]

*slamming fists on table* Possessive Geralt in the shifter verse! Please! Maybe with some nibbling? That back of the neck thing really just Activates My Almonds and I'd love to see more. - Bouncey

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher Sooo.... this is less nibbling and more biting. 👀 But I already told you this.

Part of my shifter verse but this is pretty much plotless so you don’t need to have read the rest.

CW: 18+, soul-bonds/mating bites, biting to the point of breaking skin, anal fingering, blow jobs, hand jobs

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Jaskier nudged their bedroom open with his snout. Geralt had gone up to their room after dinner whilst Jaskier stayed behind to cuddle with Eskel by the large open fire. Geralt was sleeping sprawled out on their bed, furs draped over his bare back, leaving his arse delightfully on display. Jaskier’s tail wagged and he let out a happy bark before springing onto the bed. Geralt groaned and rolled onto his side, golden eyes glaring up at him. Jaskier snorted and then licked at Geralt’s face.

“Fuck off, Jaskier.”

Jaskier whined and nipped at Geralt’s ear. He flopped onto the witcher’s back and rested his snout of Geralt’s head, effectively crushing the witcher under his weight. Geralt huffed but let his head drop back down onto the pillow.

“Needy bastard,” he muttered.

Jaskier yapped, his tail thumping against Geralt’s legs. He licked again at Geralt’s shoulder and buried his nose in Geralt’s neck. He let out a low rumble of contentment, Geralt still smelt like him. It didn’t matter so much in his human form when his senses were weaker but when he had a better sense of smell, he enjoyed knowing that Geralt was so clearly marked as his. He wasn’t sure if the possessiveness was a shifter thing or just him… but he wasn’t going to argue. Geralt was his mate, his lover, his best friend.

He closed his eyes and let his magic loose. Fur melted away to bare skin and he felt the vibration of Geralt’s medallion against his chest. He hummed in contentment and continued his attack on Geralt’s neck, licking and nipping at the pale skin.

“Jask,” Geralt whispered breathlessly.

“Hmm?” Jaskier smirked, winking up at his lover. He was now straddling Geralt’s waist, naked as the day he was born, heat already creeping down his spine and prickling over his skin.

He sucked pretty little bruises into Geralt’s neck, regretting that they would be faded by morning. “Insatiable bastard,” his boyfriend chided.

Jaskier giggled as he rolled his hips forward, dragging his hardening cock against the swell of Geralt’s arse. Geralt let out a low moan and pressed up against Jaskier’s cock before pushing off from the bed and rolling over before Jaskier could protest.

“Oi!” he grumbled as fell back onto his heels, pouting down at his boyfriend.

Geralt smirked, grabbing the oil from the dresser and making quick work of coating his fingers. He pulled Jaskier down for a messy kiss, his clean hand cupping Jaskier’s nape, making him shiver. He was always more sensitive there. He whined into Geralt’s mouth, a mess of tongues and gasps as Geralt’s hand wrapped around the head of his cock.

“Hmm… s’good,”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, pressing his forehead against Geralt’s as his boyfriend stroked him to full hardness. Gods, he would never get used to this, but he wanted more. There was an itch that he’d never quite managed to scratch. They’d made love and fucked in so many ways but something had always been missing, an instinct he’d been scared to act on. He wanted to bite. Not the little love bites and bruises that always littered the witcher’s skin… but something more, and more importantly… he wanted Geralt to bite him, scruff him.

He was just scared. He didn’t want to see the disgust in his lover’s eyes when he made his request. He didn’t want Geralt to see him for the monster he really was. He whined again, writhing under Geralt’s touch. “Fuck, Geralt…”

“Get on your front,” Geralt ordered and reach for the oil again. Jaskier pouted but reluctantly shuffled on the bed, flipping their positions so that Geralt was above him. He closed his eyes as he felt Geralt’s finger press inside his hole, moaning wantonly.

“Hnng…” he spluttered and buried his face in the pillow.

A hand gripped the back of his next and he relaxed under his lover’s touch. It wasn’t a full scruff, but it was enough for Geralt to push a second finger inside him. He whined again. He already felt full, but it wasn’t enough. He pushed back into Geralt’s hand. Geralt chuckled and swatted at his arse, the sting quickly turning to pleasure and he moaned.

“Hurry up, you bastard,” he gasped, rutting helplessly between Geralt’s hand and the furs beneath them.

“Patience, love.”

“No…”

Geralt’s grip on his neck tightened and he melted into the bed, pleasure flooding his senses almost as intense as an orgasm. He was left feeling utterly blissful, he’d never felt anything like it.  “Oh fuck….”

Geralt released him quickly as if he’d been burnt and Jaskier panted as he regained control of his limbs. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Do it again,” Jaskier breathed, feeling rather fucked out but still desperate for his release. He rutted against the bed as if to make his point, letting out a wanton moan. “Please, Geralt… bite me, scruff me… fuck,”

Geralt growled and pushed his fingers deeper into Jaskier’s arse, brushing against that sweet spot. He cursed, a litany of swears and Geralt’s name falling off his lips like a prayer, and then Geralt’s lips were on his neck. It started out as a kiss, making Jaskier shudder. He panted and begged for more. Geralt hummed and nipped him gently, simultaneously pressing a third finger inside him.

“Oh cock!” Jaskier panted.

Geralt just laughed, another kiss to Jaskier’s neck. “Not yet.”

“Oh fuck off,” Jaskier panted. He had half a mind to roll them back over and fuck himself on Geralt’s delightfully large cock, but before he could Geralt bit down.

He keened, the pain shooting through him and he once again melted into the bed, a mess of limbs. He babbled wordlessly as Geralt fucked him with his fingers, teeth still latched on to his neck. He completely blacked out, overwhelmed with the sudden burst of pleasure that hit him, knocking him flat.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out, but he couldn’t have been long, Geralt was still nuzzling his neck, fingers trailing down the length of his spine. The bed was a mess underneath him, the furs matted with his cum…

And Geralt hadn’t even touched him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, shivering as Geralt continued to stroke patterns onto his back.

“Hmm, you’re back?” Geralt teased.

“Mhmm…” he hummed and rolled over, narrowly avoiding the mess he’d made. There was a smear of blood on the corner of Geralt’s mouth, but the witcher looked unbearably smug. Jaskier rolled his eyes and pulled Geralt into a kiss, the taste of his blood on his tongue mildly off-putting but he didn’t care. “You enjoyed that too much,” he murmured against Geralt’s lips.

“Hmm… like seeing that you’re mine.”

Jaskier grinned up at Geralt. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

Jaskier’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips. Then it was his turn to attack. His teeth sank into Geralt’s neck, earning a long, drawn-out moan from his witcher. Something shifted inside of him, like a dam breaking, and emotions flooded through him. He could feel a pain in his neck shadowing where he was biting Geralt, and his cock ached, desperate for release. He pulled off with a gasp. Geralt was staring back at him wide eyed.

“What was that?”

Jaskier swallowed, wincing as his fingers brushed the bite on the back of his own neck.

“I bit you?”

Geralt shook his head roughly. “Not that.”

“I. I don’t know?” Jaskier stammered, licking at his lips. Geralt’s erection was starting to soften and Jaskier growled, not wanting to leave his mate wanting. “Talk after?” his fingers brushed against Geralt’s nipples and he gasped as the sensation echoed on his own body. He grinned and kissed Geralt’s chest, licking and nipping at Geralt’s nipples, his hands gripping into Geralt’s arse.

His own cock twitched as Geralt filled out once more. He pushed his mate back onto the bed and continued his quest to cover as much of Geralt’s body in kisses. Every scar was caught under his lips, giggling as Geralt’s abs flexed under his lips. “So beautiful, my darling mate.”

He could feel Geralt’s arousal as if it was his own, and oh wasn’t that fun! He had no idea what had happened but… he was rather happy with the results. “Jask,” Geralt gasped as he bit into the sensitive flesh of Geralt’s thighs.

After years together he had a pretty good idea of what his boyfriend enjoyed but this was different. He could feel it. He let the tingles of pleasure guide him as he licked a stripe up Geralt’s cock and then took him into his mouth. He hummed as he worked, sucking and licking at his lover’s cock until Geralt was a panting mess underneath him. Geralt’s hand pulled at his hair and he glanced up to wink at his mate without stopping. He was driven by the desire to please his mate, his lover, his Geralt, he couldn’t stop. His own cock was already hard and leaking, Geralt’s pleasure rippling through his body. He moaned loudly and took himself in hand, stroking himself as Geralt bucked off the bed and came. Jaskier pulled back slightly, swallowing as much as he could. Geralt’s orgasm triggered his own, less intense than before. He gasped, biting down into the soft scarred skin of Geralt’s leg as he came over his hand. Geralt collapsed under him and Jaskier buried his face between his mate’s thighs.

He hummed happily, shifting without thinking into a cat. He stretched out, his tail flicking out behind him and padded up Geralt’s chest. He nuzzled at the bite mark on Geralt’s neck that was already healing, a pink scar forming where the skin had knitted back together. Jaskier nipped gently at the scar, feeling a swell of warmth and love in his chest.

Geralt petted him lazily. “Still need to talk, Jask.”

Jaskier meowed, clawing at Geralt’s chest before flopping down. He wanted a nap first. They could talk later.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier smut #shifter!jaskier #shapeshifter!jaskier #established relationship #does this count for monster march? #possibly #wolfie's witcher writing #Anonymous

[bellsyafterdark]

Hi here r some thoughts I have based on this art of Paz I found : https://twitter.com/center0504/status/1486727634507939843?s=21

Like. hHHhhoh my god yes. I sent these to a gc first but felt like you’d appreciate them, so I’m sending them here too!

It starts out w discussions of Paz choking Din, digging the claws into his skin (not enough to break it, at least not badly), and then Din realizing he left marks the next day when he’s abt to shave. (he gets hard SO quick, he has to jerk off in the shower, unable to stop thinking abt how Paz’s hand felt around his neck, how his weight kept him pinned down, how the marks the claws left look against his skin)

He wants Paz to leave more marks. how? by getting Paz Mad. So, Din is much more antagonistic to Paz and Paz is like. ? mildly confused at the sudden change, But he still reacts to each taunt or jab.

until finally he gets so pissed off that he just grabs din by the throat (hey, why didn’t Din try to dodge?) and slams him against the wall, squeezing tight but not enough to injure.

“What the fuck are you playing at Djarin,” Paz would snarl, leaning in close threateningly. And Din wouldn’t respond for a moment until Paz growls, and digs his hand in harder against Din’s neck, and Din? His whole body shudders,relaxes into Paz’s hold, wheezing out shallow breaths. Its EXACTly what he wanted and he’s basking in it.

Paz is a little surprised at first, he was expecting a fight, but this.. oh this was so much better. He crowds in closer to din, armor ringing as their bodies collide. Paz loosens his hold on dins neck slightly, to shift his hold, and dig the claws in. He can hear the soft gasp Din makes when he does, can feel how he’s trembling slightly.

Paz bends his head to rest along the side of Din’s. “Beroy’ika,“ he purrs. “If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was ask.” Din’s breath catches at his words (or maybe from the grip around his throat) and it’s a few moments before he tries to speak.

“Didn’t want to ask,” he croaks, tilting his head back until it hits the wall with a clink. “You-you’re rougher when you’re ori’kaden.”

Paz can see more of his neck now, can see the scruff on his jaw. His helmet is still on, but it feels sacrilegious all the same. Lust starts to boil inside him.

“Kriff,” Paz hisses, squeezing his throat. Din makes a noise, and Paz can’t take it anymore. He pulls his claws away from Din’s neck and in one swift movement, picks Din up by the waist, and tosses him over one shoulder. Din yelps, legs kicking out on instinct, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Paz’s backplate. He grabs his legs, getting his claws inbetween the beskar and tightens his grip. Din stops struggling, but remains tense, breathing heavily. “Good Vaar’ika,” Paz rumbles, and stalks quickly down the empty tunnel to his room. If Din wanted rough, he’d get rough.

the idea kinda turned into a mini ficlet, oops. Anyways I’m just like. Going bonkers over how Big Paz is and how easily he could just.,.. pin someone (Din. Or me)

The mando’a used is: beroy’ika (lit: little hunter, I think), ori’kaden (furious), and Vaar’ika (lit: runt, pipsqueak).

Oh please these mini-ficlets are my favourite 🔥 that art was so curious and this ask is a tasty follow-up, thank you for sharing ✨

#pazdin #paz vizsla #din djarin

[germvity]

RISES THE MOON

leon s kennedy x reader // 5 // blue blood

the officer sighs, keeping you close as he slowly starts to settle himself. eventually, leon falls asleep himself, rolling over with you so you were between him and the wall of the shack. you mumble incoherently at the movement, eyelids fluttering as you stir. yet, leon's deep breathing and soothing heartbeat makes you fall asleep once more.

genre: angst with fluff

tags: nemesis 👺, he's stinky, david being a bully 2.0, leon being a sweetheart, he cares, jill being a good friend <3, might rewrite this chapter maybe bc i just know im gonna skip a few paragraphs to get this out a bit earlier :(

warnings: bullying, hitting/beatings, crying, confession swerves, mild heartbreak bc i hate myself </3

tag list <3

@trinswhimsys , @hex-touchstarved (ily mutual <3)

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you woke up with a harsh headache and no recollection of what happened the night before, tears stinging your eyes as you crouch down to work on the dirty generator in front of you. the wires singed your fingertips, and you hiss, pulling away right as the generator let out a skull splitting bang. your head ached as your heartbeat picked up, and you darted from the machine and into the gas station with nemesis now hot on your tail. "fuck.." you whine, just your luck that he would be on you first. you throw down a pallet with urgency, gasping as his tentacle slashes a deep infection into you. you splutter, blue blood oozing down your body as you cough into your arm. vaulting the window was easy, but unfortunately the killer's appendage is much longer than you thought as it whips your back, leaving behind a nasty gash.

fortunately, a pallet was nestled between two cars and you ran for it, managing to stun the greedy monster before scrambling to safety. "fuck.." you whine, coughing up some blue sludge as you quickly hide in your surroundings. the nemesis walks past you angrily, storming away and leaving you for a moments peace. you spot a white box's aura nearby, and it beckoned you over the the feeling of safety. you round the corner and see it sat there, and crouch down to snap the flimsy lock. you raise the vial carefully out of the foam in the case, sighing in relief before a rough hand snatches the scruff of your shirt. you yelp in surprise as david throws you to the ground, the vaccine rolls away from you and you reach for it. "you fucker! i never lose a fight!" david roars, kicking your stomach firmly. you cry out in pain, curling up into a tight ball to try and avoid david hitting any vulnerable spots. "i hate you! i hate you so much..!" the fighter continues, but now crouches down to pull you from your protective position. he punches you roughly and you wail in pain as blood bursts from your nose.

"leon!" you scream, hoping he was in this trial to help you. "leon! help me!" you cry out again, and david's cruel laughter finds your ears. "that pretty boy isn't here." he grins, giving you another punch before a pair of hands grab him. "what the-?!" the zombie cuts him off, teeth piercing david's neck as he screams in agony. the fighter scrambles away, and the zombie ignores you to follow him. "hello? i heard screaming." a new voice intrudes, and jill peaks around the corner. "jesus- what happened?" she rushes over to you as you reach for her weakly. "david... he's so mean." you cry, letting her pull you close as she hugs you tightly. "come on, let's get you somewhere safe." she offers a sad smile, pulling you up carefully.

jill patches you up firmly and cured you, she let you follow her around for the trial, pointing out totems and chests for you to work on whilst she pumped out gens. ash gave your hair an affectionate ruffle in passing, but he was always more of a lone wolf, so he left quickly to distract nemesis. the rest of the trial went bad quickly. david was mori'd, ash died on hook and jill was gravely injured as well as dead on hook by the time the last generator was powered up.

with noed rampant in the end, and the gates blocked by the entity, you and jill stayed hidden behind a pile of crushed cars as the nemesis patrolled the gates carefully. "fuck... what are we gonna do?" you whimper, looking at jill. "i have an idea. i saw hatch earlier, we can find a key." jill gives you a smile, "but all the chests are open?" you remind her, and she shrugs. "no matter, elodie taught me how to look thoroughly." she pulls you along, and you have no choice but to follow. the chest you two found had a broken key in it, and jill tossed it away to start rummaging. "aha!" she beams, tossing a skeleton key into the air and catching it as she offers you her other hand. "c'mon, let's get out of here." she says, and you take her hand.

the two of you run past the undead, past nemesis who caught wind of your scratch marks and started following, stopping at the hatch. jill leans down, unlocking the door quickly as you turn to see nemesis approaching way too quick for your liking. "c'mon, move it!" she yells, pushing you down into the void and jumping in after you. the trap door slams shut, cutting off any light as the two of you fall into the thick smoke.

you regenerate abruptly, catching yourself but still falling when jill is thrown onto you. she wraps her arms around her waist and steadies the two of you quickly, mumbling an apology as she lets go of you. "it's okay.." you reply, letting her lead you to your shack. "leon's probably waiting, c'mon." jill yawns, spotting the blonde who was indeed waiting at your door. his eyes scan the tree line, searching for you. "leon!" you call, and his eyes brighten at the sight of you and jill. "y/n! are you okay?" he runs over to meet you half way, letting you hug him tightly. "be careful, they've had a rough trial." jill says sternly, and leon nods. "thanks for looking after them, jill." he smiles, and jill nods before walking away.

"come on then, let's get you rested." leon says, but freezes when he sees the bruises on your face, "oh, what happened?" he cups your face carefully, analysing you for any signs of a concussion. "david got me... he's really mad." you sigh, melting into his touch. "that fucker... he'll get what's coming to him." leon growls, pulling you into a tight and safe hug. "can we go inside?" you ask quietly, and he nods. "of course, c'mon."

you feel safe with leon, and relax more as you enter your practically shared home. leon turns away as he lets you get changed into some more comfy and cleaner clothes, taking off his bullet proof vest and putting it in its usual spot against the wall. you flop down on your bed with a huff, the blanket feels so welcoming as leon sits next to you. you rest your head on his thigh, letting him gently stroke your cheek as you close your eyes. "you feel any better?" he asks softly, and you nod. "good. just relax, yeah?" leon smiles, leaning back against your wall as he gets comfy.

you move from his lap and smile at him. "lay down with me?" you ask, and leon chuckles. "sure." he says, joining you and letting you cuddle into him. "leon?" you mumble softly, resting your head on his chest. "yeah?" he responds immediately, rubbing your back. "thank you for doing this for me... i don't deserve you." you smile sadly and leon huffs. "don't say that. you deserve the world." the blonde says firmly, moving so you would look at him. "i like you a lot, y/n." he admits yet you just smile. "i like you too." you reply, and leon's heart tightens as he realises you're unaware of his meaning. "i like you, so much more than i should.." he whispers and you process his words.

"wait... like that or am i reading into this too much..?" you ask sheepishly and leon nods, "like that." he confirms and you look away to think. "y/n..?" he whispers, desperate for any response. "i'm sorry... i can't... i don't wanna lose you or get hurt." you reply, voice also just above a whisper. "that's fine." leon smiles to hide the pain he felt. "i'm sorry..." you say again, holding him close. "it's alright, i don't mind." leon lies, his heart burning with sorrow. "just get some sleep, y/n." he says, holding you as if you would melt away if you let go.

"are you okay?" you ask softly, hands rubbing his back. "yeah, i'm completely fine." leon replies, ignoring the strain in his voice. "no you're not... i'm so sorry..." you whisper, feeling your own tears starting to well up. "don't cry, it's fine." leon smiles, wiping your face for you. "i'm so sorry, leon.. i just don't want to get hurt." you say, nestling your head into his neck. "i know, i know.. let's change the subject now until you fall asleep." he sighs.

soon enough the two of you are talking again, and leon almost forgets the rejection until you doze off. "as long as you're okay..." he whispers to himself as he brushes fallen hair from your face. "i couldn't care less about my own feelings." he smiles, tears stinging his eyes as he pulls you into his chest.

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[lordabovehelpme]

A Day Spent Alone- Din Djarin x Reader

(This amazing moodboard is done by the wonderful @jedi-jesi !!! Seriously, I love this girl. She’s amaze balls!)

A/n: So here is the next chapter to Days filled with Love. I hope you all enjoy it. Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say. It makes my day! :)

You can find the first part here!

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“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Nervously, you rub over your beskar covered husband.

“We’re going to be fine.”

“Are you sure. Okay so don’t forget the twins diaper bag, it has all the bottles. I pumped every second I could, so you should have more than enough for them. Also, make sure-”

“Cyare,” Grabbing your wrists, he holds your hands still. “We are going to be fine. Stop stressing about it. We will only be gone for a day and a half at most.”

“Remind me why I can’t come.”

“Because you do too much and need some alone time.”

“But I like family time!” Pouting you lean into his body.

His hands release your own and move to rub your back. “I know you do, but everyone needs a day to themselves. Look at me.” Lifting your chin you peer into his visor. “We will be back tomorrow aftertoon and nothing is going to happen while we are gone. Okay?” Nodding you look down at your feet. “Come on mesh’la, I need to hear you say it. Okay?”

“Okay.” You can’t mask the sorrow in your voice, even when the introvert in you screams out in delight.

He raises his helmet from his head and presses one last kiss to your lips. It’s not a fast lustful kiss, but rather a timeless portrayal of his devotion to you. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Glaning up from his chest and over his shoulder, you watch your five kids wait for their father on the Crest. “Tell them I love them.”

“I will, but they already know it.” Giving you one last kiss, he rips himself from your hold and walks over to his ship.

All six of your family members wave their goodbyes and the ramp closes, making your heart long to run after them and demand them to never leave your sight again.

The crest rises slowly and shakily from the ground and you smile. Myles must be flying it.

Recently, Din decided that Myles is old enough to fly his own jet and that at the covert “three year olds were learning to fly so he is more than old enough.” You just raised an eyebrow and didn’t think much of it, yet here you are, watching your son fly the Crest.

Finally, the crest zooms off into the sky and your home becomes silent. What once was a yard filled with laughter and children has become a field of swaying grass. The only sound to comfort you is the soft laps of water that meet the shore.

Well, now what?

You have absolutely no idea what to do. Usually there is at least one kid in your arms while you are cooking some meal. You’re not complaining, you love being a mother, it’s just that… you’re always busy.

“Oh I know! I’ll catch up on that book I never finished!”

Rushing inside you plop yourself down on the couch under a nice fuzzy blanket, you open the book to the last page you read.

***

Finally closing the book after having finished it, you look up. Waves crash on the shore as the moon paints shimmers on the water.

A yawn takes over your senses and you're suddenly made aware of how long you've been sitting in the same position. Stretching your legs out, you lift the blanket from your form.

Walking into the kitchen you reach into the fridge and grab the patter of cut fruit your husband has left you. A note rests on the very front.

Cyar’ika- stop worrying and go take a bubble bath. You’ll find a new present on the toilet for when you finish. I love you.

Smiling to yourself, you carefully pin the note to the appliance with a magnet. It fits in perfectly with all the artwork and grocery lists that cover the once wihte fridge.

Taking the platter you walk into the bathroom that is connected to yours and Din’s room. Turning the hot water on, you look at the toilet. On it, rests fancy and expensive perfumes for the water and oils for your skin.

There’s a smaller container that when taken a closer look at, it reveals itself as the facemask you’ve been wanting to try. Another note in his quick chicken scratch handwriting waits for your attention.

Mesh’la- Yeah, I know crazy. I actually pay attention to your skin care. I picked these perfumes out because I know they will work wonders with your already sweet scent. In the closet, you’ll find my last gift. I would recommend going to grab it now. I love you.

Giggling, you practically skip over to your closet. Opening the doors a brand new fuzzy robe hangs in front. You practically moan at how soft it is. Hung underneath it is a new pair of pajamas, loose and silky, just how you like them. On the hanger rests another note.

Cyare- You probably have the biggest smile right now, and I wish I was there to kiss it off your face. But tonight is a night about you. Just you. No kids begging for your attention and no “whiny grumpy tin can” either. Enjoy your time alone. I love you so much. P.S. I want to see you in these pajamas when I get home.

Setting his note on your dresser you grab the clothes from their hanger and bring them into the bathroom with you. The scent of lavender and honey floods the tiled room as you pour the perfumes into the steaming water.

Shrugging off your clothes you step one foot into the water, perfect temperature. Your other foot follows and soon your chest is under the surface. Every muscle relaxes and you lean your head back, allowing a long overdue sigh to be released.

***

Birds chirp and sing as the sun rises. Your eyelids flutter open and your heart swells at the thought of your family coming home today.

Walking down the stairs, the house is bright and the various indoor plants you have seem more alive than ever. Looking out the large window of the living room, light dances over the lake’s surface.

You can still hardly believe that this land belongs to your family. No more flying around with the Crest being your only home. No more cramped sleeping quarters with no room to spread your limbs. No more crappy camping stove.

Now you’re a woman with two stoves! And a house that has more windows than you’ve ever seen before. And a place to call home for your family to thrive.

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You’ve spent all morning laying on the beach and soaking the sun up. Where could they be?

It’s too quiet without them running around, it was nice at first, but now you miss their voices.

As if on cue, the Crest flys over the horizon and you gasp. Your heart jumps and a smile breaks out onto your face. Rushing out the door, you wait for your family to arrive.

Slowly, the ship lands and you can see Myles on Din’s lap in the cockpit. His little hands grasp the yoke and under his helmet you know his eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration.

As the feet touch the ground, the hatch clicks and starts to fall. “MOMMY!” Reeza yells out and she jumps down from the hatch. Her little feet carry her as fast as she can over to you.

Falling onto your knees and opening your arms, she slams into your embrace. Your arms wrap around her and cradle her further into your hold.

“Mommy I missed you!”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

“GAH!” Looking up you watch as Grogu scurries down the opened hatch and runs over to you. As fast as he can, he makes his way over to you.

Opening one of your arms, you scoop him up and pull him into the hug you and Reeza are sharing.

“MOM! Did you see me? Dad let me fly!” Myles emerges from the ship and also runs into your open arms, helmet left on the ground.

“I did see you, you did great! I’m so proud of you!”

“I HAVE TO USE THE POTTY!” Reeza yells out before wiggling from your embrace and rushing into the house.

Laughing you just tuck Myles and Grogu further into your neck. “I missed you guys so much.”

“Did you have fun by yourself Mommy?”

“You know, I really didn’t. It was nice but having you guys in my arms beats anything else.”

Myles leans back, his eyes scan over your face, searching and analyzing your facial expressions. His eyebrows knit together and he just offers you a nod before leaning back into your arms. A gesture so uniquely your husbands there is no doubt in your mind that he is his child.

“I love you Mommy.”

“Love you too.” Pressing a kiss to Grogu’s head you smile, “Love you both so much.” His large eyes are closed as his little fingers grasp at your shirt.

After a minute they decide that they’ve hugged you too long and squirm from your embrace, rushing into the house. You can only smile wider and laugh as Grogu follows his brothers every step. If only Myles knew how much his siblings adored and looked up to him.

“Where's my hug and kiss?”

Gasping you look up. There, standing tall as ever, is your husband with a twin in each arm. Isabet is curled against his chest as she sleeps, you’ve never met a child who can sleep as much as she can.

In the other arm Tobbi coos and babbles while his arms reach out for you. However, when Din walks closer you realize his arms aim more towards your chest. His little golden eyes are trained on the low cut of your shirt. Giggling you notice how your husband has the same greedy look at your exposed flesh.

Taking your son from his arms his little fingernails scratch at your neckline and he babbles. “You’d think I never fed the little womp rat.”

“He just takes after his father.” You brush away Tobbi’s tuff of brown curls and press kiss after kiss to his face. He giggles and it makes your heart swell with love.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmm, never full and always wanting a peak at my boob? Sounds pretty similar to me.” Wide eyed, your husband stops his hand midair as it was making way towards one of your mounds. Laughing, you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He growls and grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his lips. “Missed you too much,” he moves to nip at your jaw, “love you so much.”

It’s hard to stop your smile as his scruff tickles your skin and just from the absolute overwhelming feeling of being adored.

Isabet stirs and one of her eyes open. “Mmm… ma… mama!” Her arms fly in the air and she is suddenly wide awake.

Both you and Din freeze, your eyes meet and you share the unspoken question of, “Did she just?”

“MAMA!” Isabets small arms raise and her eyes tear up. Your husband lifts her so she is right in front of your face.

You attack her with kisses and your own eyes tear up. “Yes! Mama! That’s me!” Ticking her tiny tummy her frustrated tears turn into giggles.

“Good job, adi’ka, yes this is Mama. Can you say Dada?”

She turns her little head and gives him the meanest scowl you’ve ever seen. But when she turns back to you, her face lights up and a smile forms again. Your husband scoffs.

“Oh don’t be jealous, both Myles and Reeza said your name first.”

Taking both twins into your arms, you smile as Din wraps his arms around you. “I’m not jealous.” He says in his very obviously jealous voice.

“Mm hmm, okay. Whatever you say.”

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Next Part: Snow Day

Goodness, I love them all so much. If you haven’t been able to tell yet, Isabet may or may not be based off of Pero Tovar and I love it. She’s my favorite little grump of a child. 

I hope you guys liked it! 

As always, feedback is always appreciated. 

Love, Lordy :) 

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[sentinelpri]

We Don’t Make Sense

Optimus Prime was at a point in his life where he never expected a peaceful day, so naturally, he wasn’t surprised when his relaxing evening with some of the other Autobots was interrupted by Sentinel Prime bursting into the room, engine revving and face plates burning blue with rage.

“Who drank my oil!?”

The only ones in the room with him were Sari, Bumblebee, Jazz, Bulkhead, and now Sentinel. The younger Prime had no idea what Sentinel was talking about- though the Elite Guard member had his own special stash of oil on his ship from Cybertron, he assumed everyone knew better than to touch it while he was on earth. Bumblebee, on the other hand, sunk into the couch he was currently sitting on and averted his gaze. Sentinel immediately locked onto him, storming over and grabbing the yellow bot by the scruff of his neck. Optimus, who had been pacing around the main area of the warehouse that they called their base, took a moment to look over everyone; Sentinel Prime, who had yanked Bumblebee up from his seat, Sari, who was running to hidebehind Optimus’s leg, and Jazz and Bulkhead, who were still sitting on the sides of the couch.

Everyone seemed so shocked by the sudden physical aggression that the room was frozen until Bumblebee spoke.

“Woah, hey! No need to bust an alternator! Why don’t we all take a breather-?”

Bumblebee offered a nervous laugh, but Sentinel only pulled him closer and glared harder. Yet, Optimus couldn’t help but admire the aquamarine in the older bot’s optics; couldn’t help but stare while Sentinel was too distracted to catch him. Eventually, though, he snapped out of his lovestruck stupor and came to the realization that it wasn’t a good idea to ogle over Sentinel Prime when said Elite Guard member looked ready to pummel Bumblebee into scrap metal.

Allowing Sari to step back and taking a large step forward, Optimus put a firm servo on Sentinel’s shoulder and made eye contact with him. “Sentinel, stop right now or else.”

In that moment, Optimus felt his spark drop as Sentinel looked him up and down. He had known that Sentinel had been moody all day after encountering him that morning while talking to Ultra Magnus, but he had never expected the other Autobot, who was terrified of organic germs, to come to his human-owned base and attack one of his teammates for something as trivial as drinking his premium oil. And, while Optimus tried his best to avoid contact with Sentinel out of some weird mixture of love and fear, he wasn’t afraid to intervene here.

“Or else what, Optimus?” The blue and gold bot sneered, daring to equip his energy lance and hold it in digits that weren’t keeping Bumblebee suspended a few inches above the ground. “You wouldn’t dare assault a superior officer-“ Sentinel moved his armed servo mid-rant. Did Optimus know what he was doing? Not exactly. Was Optimus going to risk an injury to himself or his teammates? Absolutely not. So, despite his feelings, he yanked Sentinel’s servo away from Bumblebee’s neck and secured all ten digits around the older bot’s wrists before flipping him over his chassis.

The room went silent again as Sentinel dropped his energy lance upon being slammed back-first onto the floor so hard that the concrete underneath him cracked in the shape of his body. Sari was the first to speak as Sentinel scrambled to get up and put away his weapon.

“Ha! Get owned, newb.” She laughed. Optimus found himself cringing at that, but was thankful when Sentinel came to him instead of acknowledging the human girl’s taunt.

“Why you-“ The blue and gold bot spat, jabbing a digit into Optimus’s chest plating so hard that it left a dent. “I should have you arrested and charged with high treason for assaulting me!”

“But will you?” Optimus started, but noticed everyone else was still in the room watching. He knew that he wouldn’t get anywhere with Sentinel if everyone was there, so he spoke up about it. “Leave.”

The other Autobots and Sari exited the room as quickly as they could, leaving Optimus and Sentinel alone.

The younger bot could only sigh. He had been in love with Sentinel since their academy days and he didn’t know why he kept doing this to himself. Even when they were friends, Sentinel never returned the feelings (or so he assumed), and after Elita, their relationship was in ruins. What was the point in trying? He had no idea, and dealing with Sentinel Prime made him genuinely angry at times, but Primus, he was so in love. And, as Sentinel’s hands were on his chest, it took everything in Optimus not to kiss him right then and there- to grab the fragging glitchhead of an Elite Guard member by the back of his neck and smash their faces together.

“You bastard-“

“Picking up on human language?” Optimus teased and crossed his arms with a smirk. “I thought you didn’t-“

“Shut up!” Sentinel yelled and took a step back, putting his servos on the top of his helm. “Why are you like this!?”

“What, you think I was going to let you assault my teammate? It’s my job as a leader to protect him!”

As the arguing continued, even though no one else was in the room, it became increasingly apparent that Sentinel’s pride was keeping him from admitting that he was in the wrong and apologizing, because when did he ever do that? With a huff, the younger Prime threw his hands up in defeat. Sentinel only continued rambling.

“It’s your job as a leader to keep him in line and away from my ship and my things! I should have him charged for theft under the-“

“Sentinel. Stop and take a moment to cool down, I’ll leave you alone,” At that, Sentinel’s expression changed to that of a kicked organic pet. Optimus wasn’t sure if Sentinel was genuinely mad that he had concerns that weren’t being listened to or if he was just being his pissy, entitled self, but either way, he knew that removing himself from the situation was the best thing he could do right now. “Feel free to stay here or go to your ship. I’m going to go to the kitchen for a uh… Change of scenery.”

With that, Optimus took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen to see Sari, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead sitting at the kitchen table, Jazz walking around the room. They all looked right at him and made it pretty apparent that they were waiting for him to take a chair, so he sat right next to Sari and scratched his helm. The sound of heavy metal footsteps and the front door slamming signaled that Sentinel had (thankfully) left.

“You okay?” Sari asked, blue eyes filled with concern.

“I will be. I’m stressed, but what can you do? That’s just how Sentinel is.”

Silence fell upon them again, if only for a moment before Bumblebee cleared his vents and rolled his eyes. The yellow bot stood up and walked to where he was directly across from Optimus at the table, resting a servo on the edge and gripping it firmly before speaking his next words.

“Why do you love him so much, Prime?”

Upon hearing the words come from Bumblebee’s mouth, Optimus snapped his head in Bee’s direction and blinked his optics.

The feeling was terrible, almost indescribable- like heavy, sinking tar moving around underneath his chest plates and consuming his entire body.

Bumblebee had said it so casually, and no one in the room looked even remotely surprised- not Bulkhead, not Sari, not Jazz, and certainly not Bumblebee.

Optimus Prime had never admitted to loving Sentinel out loud, never written it down, never made it too obvious in hopes that he’d be able to keep the fact hidden until he went offline… Or, he’d assumed he hadn’t made it obvious, but if Bumblebee had picked up on it, his assumption must have been wrong.

So, what he’d wrongly assumed was a carefully constructed, well-secured secret had fallen apart without his knowledge and was now being brought out into the open and he wasn’t sure how to cope with it. Though what Bumblebee had said could’ve been interpreted as a joke, Prime knew that it was the opposite based on the palpable tension emitting from everyone present- and that was fair. Sentinel Prime had hurt a lot of bots, whether that be Optimus himself or his teammates, and not a lot of them understood. Bumblebee had the right to be hurt, as did Bulkhead and Jazz- knowing that Optimus was in love with the other prime might’ve even felt like betrayal with all the harm he had caused.

The red and blue mech looked up at his fellow Autobots; Bumblebee still standing in front of him at the table with a servos firmly gripping the edge, Bulkhead with a servo on his shoulder, and Jazz leaning his back plate against a human invention called a “fridge” that was used to store Sari’s food. At this point, he had waited too long to even try denying Bumblebee’s (correct) assumption, and they were all staring at him with their prying optics. Waiting. So, for the first time in a while, Optimus Prime was honest with both himself and his team about Sentinel.

“I don’t know.”

“So you admit it, huh?” Jazz muttered with a small smile as he placed a finger on his chin in thought. “Stuff has been crazy since we’ve been here on earth… As the humans would say, y’all wildin’.”

“There’s no point in denying it. I thought I’d done a good job at keeping it private, but it seems like you’re all aware,” Optimus was unable to keep the edge out of his tone and went silent for a minute to calm down. His circuits were wracked with panic over all of the possibilities. Who all knew? How long did they know? What it Sentinel had heard already, and that’s why he had treated him so badly since arriving on earth? “If you don’t mind me asking, do Ratchet and Prowl know? What about Ultra Magnus and-“

“Boss, come on,” Bulkhead stood and moved next to Optimus to reassuringly pat the top of his helm. “Everyone else may know, sure, but Serge’s processor is a bag of space rocks when it comes to this stuff. He has no idea.”

“So everyone knows except for Sentinel himself,” The red and blue bot mused, rolling his optics with an uncharacteristically bitter chuckle. “How comforting.”

“Sure, but I don’t think anyone cares all that much,” Bumblebee offered.

“I do!” Sari, who had been quiet through most of the discussion, finally chipped in, looking rather offended.

“Well, Sari-“ Optimus started, but was quickly cut off by the young girl climbing on top of her chair so she would be eye level with him.

“No, you don’t get it! I want you to be happy, but all he’s done is be mean to you since he’s been here.”

“She has a point!” Bumblebee argued, but gestured for Sari to sit down- and, thankfully, she did. “Tell us, really, why do you put up with it?”

“I guess… It’s out of love,” Optimus murmured. He knew he couldn’t explain it in a way that made sense to the others- especially Sari, a child who hadn’t fallen in love yet. “I don’t know how to communicate my feelings about it that well because this is the first time I’ve discussed it with anyone, but while I acknowledge how awful he can be… He’s strong, he’s determined, and believe it or not, he cares. He just has a lot of issues that he’s dealing with that make it hard for him to convey his sentiments properly, but all he wants is to protect those who are close to him. That’s why he goes to the extremes he goes to and is… Very by the book.”

“Extremes? Like nearly taking me offline earlier for drinking his oil!?” Bumblebee exclaimed. Optimus was tempted to ask how and why Bumblebee has snuck onto the Elite Guard ship to do that in the first place, but he didn’t want to risk shifting the blame onto his teammate when Sentinel had been the one to come into the situation in such a hostile and physically confrontational manner. His best idea was to change the subject back to his and Sentinel’s relationship rather than linger on what had happened in the main area of the base just a few minutes prior.

“I was talking about with our work, but in that regard, he’s awful at taking his frustrations out on those who are weaker than him when he’s upset. I can’t excuse that and I’m hoping he’ll apologize for it when he cools down a bit.”

“I doubt he’ll chill out enough for that even if Cybertron freezes over- at least on his own,” Jazz argued and stood up straight, pointing a finger at Optimus and raising his optical ridge. “Movin’ along, though, if you’ve loved him for so long, why not tell him, O.P.?”

“You’ve seen the way he treats me,” Optimus averted his gaze. It was embarrassing; Sentinel Prime acted like he was a piece of trash on the side of the road in front of everyone, and Optimus still loved him. Would they think he was a pushover? Weak? He wasn’t sure, but it was already out in the open; there was no going back. “Not only is it apparent that he doesn’t return the sentiment, but even if he did, if he isn’t willing to show remorse or repent for how he’s acted, what would our relationship be like?”

“So… If Serge apologized, then you’d say something to him about it?” Bulkhead asked with a tilt of his head, a hopeful edge to his tone.

“I might consider it, but I don’t want to risk making our dynamic worse than it already is. If I confess and he doesn’t take it well, we’ll be more of a dumpster fire than we already are.”

“True.”

Bumblebee shrugged. Sari, who seemed satisfied with what Optimus had said, suddenly perked up and grinned widely as she threw out ideas.

“I could help you with a confession! You can make him love notes! Flowers!”

The tense atmosphere that had taken over earlier was now replaced with a terrible enthusiasm to get him and Sentinel together, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Sari excitedly discussing their plans to set the two Primes up. So, Optimus stood up and offered a forced smile.

“I appreciate that, guys, but I’m going to my room. I’ll be there if anyone needs me.”

With that, he left.

It was going to be a long night.

~

Optimus had been trying to slip into a peaceful recharge for hours to no avail. Not only was his processor plagued by all of that day’s exciting events (if you could even call them that), but Sentinel Prime had also returned from his ship and started pacing in the hallways for no apparent reason after everyone had gone to bed. Of course, the red and blue bot would have gone out there to inquire about exactly what Sentinel was doing, but he’d overheard Ratchet do it first, which led to a fight between the medical bot and the Elite Guard member. Optimus was just glad he had been fortunate enough to have Ratchet on a day where he would walk away instead of instigating, but he had been too afraid of starting more conflict with Sentinel to do anything.

So, he laid in his berth, concerned and exhausted, optics squeezed shut, mind racing. He hated himself for being able to recognize Sentinel’s footsteps just by the weight and sound of them, hated himself for being unable to block them out, hated himself for smiling when he heard Sentinel’s familiar knock at the door.

Optimus stood and walked over to his door, opening it just far enough to see Sentinel’s face. Sentinel being Sentinel, though, he barged in and shut and locked the door behind him without even asking. If it had been anyone else, the red and blue bot might have assumed it were an emergency, but he figured this was just one of Sentinel’s… Moments, which was proven true when Sentinel started pacing around the room without even addressing him.

“Sentinel, what are you doing here?”

“Don’t worry about it, Glitch-“ Sentinel started, but quickly cut himself off and sat in front of Optimus on the ground, holding his head in his servos. “Old friend… Buddy- Agh, that all just sounds weird now. What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry?” Optimus spat, a bit shocked (but not really) that Sentinel would have the audacity to show up unannounced and ask that after everything that had already happened that day. Then again, the more compassionate side of him was concerned that something had happened to Sentinel; if the blue and gold bot were actually here to chew him out for something stupid like he usually was, he wouldn’t have done it by sitting on the floor and tossing his arms around Optimus’s legs.

“I should be the one apologizing, I- Never mind, we shouldn’t be getting into this right now. I don’t know what I’m thinking…” Sentinel murmured, uncharacteristically weak in the way he spoke as he rested his face against the younger bot’s thigh guard. “What am I even doing here? I can’t do this-“

“What are you talking about? You can’t just welcome yourself into my room in the middle of the night and not give any explanation whatsoever,” Optimus snapped, almost hoping the older bot would give some retort about being a commanding officer who could do whatever he wanted, but no such thing happened. Instead, Sentinel only hid his face by keeping it pressed against Optimus’s thigh and continued talking, voice slightly muffled by the plating.

“I got your Bumbler of a bot more oil, wrapped it in a gift box and left it in his room since he liked it so much… Still don’t appreciate him breaking into my ship, but still-“

“Sentinel, you’re worrying me now. Seriously. Can you call me a glitchhead? Yell at me? Tell me you’ll have me arrested? Anything?” Optimus tried to encourage Sentinel to do his usual thing, because no matter how much he hated the way Sentinel treated him, he hated seeing the older bot like this far more.

Again, he basically went ignored as Sentinel continued his apologetic rambling.

“I fixed the floor we broke.”

Optimus was growing increasingly concerned with each second that passed. Unable to help himself, he wriggled his way out of Sentinel’s hug and sat down on the floor with the other Autobot, only to be clung onto yet again, Sentinel’s arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in his chest.

“Are you alright?” Optimus finally asked and placed a hesitant hand on the Elite Guard member’s shoulder pads. What was going on, even? Was Sentinel still upset over his oil? No. He’d gone and given Bumblebee more, plus he’d been acting apologetic and desperate since he entered the room rather than angry and entitled, so it wasn’t that. Was it something to do with Elita- or, Blacharachnia? No, Sentinel didn’t know about what had happened to her yet thanks to Optimus not having the heart to tell him, so unless he’d been thinking about her “death” again…

“…I heard you earlier. Did you think I left the main room and went back to my ship, Optimus?” At that, the smaller Autobot’s spark sank. Sentinel had heard the conversation in the kitchen about his feelings, and with how detailed he had been in that, if the larger bot had actually eavesdropped for the entirety of it, there was no going back or denying it. “Were you serious? After everything we’ve been through, you still feel that way? What’s wrong with you!?”

Well. Optimus had hoped to keep it a secret until he went offline, but in the span of one human day, the entire Autobot crew knew about his love for Sentinel… Including Sentinel himself. The space bridge technician hadn’t expected it to go well, but he didn’t enjoy being yelled at about what was ‘wrong with him’ either.

“What do you mean what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” He snapped, which made Sentinel finally let go of him and pull away. “You nearly killed Bumblebee earlier! You know how much bigger you are than him? You could’ve done serious damage!”

“That’s my point! I treat you and your dumpster fire of a team like scrap metal and hurt you over and over again, and you still love me back? Take the hint and leave me alone! You stupid, dumb, idiotic, fragging sparkling of a-“ Almost as if he had realized something, Sentinel stopped and stared at Optimus. The anger that’d been so evident on his face fell completely; his furrowed optic ridges raising, tightly pulled lip plating relaxing, blue optics filled with tears of lubricant that began to fall and slip down the length of his face. “…Oh, Primus. This is so bad.”

“I know, I know, you don’t have to rub it in…” Optimus shook his head and leaned forward to brush the tears away with a digit and sighed. He wasn’t sure why Sentinel was expressing this level of sadness over an issue that he normally would’ve brushed off, and not only that, but Optimus himself was distraught. Sentinel would go back to Cybertron and leave him soon, probably for a very long time… He didn’t want things to end like this; with a failed, involuntary love confession, a rejection, maybe a fight, but he couldn’t help how he continued verbally tearing Sentinel a new one. “You know how much I’ve held in over the years? The torment you’ve put me through is enough, but the fact that I’m in love with you and you don’t love me back has been-“

“I do love you! Didn’t you hear the part where I said I love you back, glitchhead!?” Sentinel yelled and grabbed Optimus by the shoulders, surprisingly offended by the idea of the younger bot thinking his love was unrequited. “I do love you, Optimus, and I’ve been trying to push you away for so long because we don’t make sense and we both know that! Why didn’t it work? Why didn’t it work…?” The blue and gold bot’s mumbles became incoherent as he stared down into his lap and continued to cry, voice cracking.

Optimus Prime could only sit there for a moment. The bot that he had been in love with since his academy days was in love with him too and he hadn’t even known until now because of how awful they were at communicating with each other.

“It didn’t work because I love you, too. What’s so hard about this? Unless I’m misunderstanding you here, if we love each other-“ Optimus started, reaching out to touch Sentinel, only for his servo to be slapped away.

“You’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you-“

At that point, Optimus couldn’t help it anymore. He practically leapt in between Sentinel’s legs and tossed his arms around the older bot’s frame, squeezing as tight as he could. Sentinel froze before finally relaxing and going silent.

“Shut up,” Optimus hissed. Though his circuits were flooded with relief from Sentinel returning his feelings, he also couldn’t help but be pissed off- Sentinel had been in love with him the whole time and had purposefully treated him like shit in an attempt to push him away because he was… Scared? Guilty? He had no idea. But regardless of what the reasoning was, Optimus was fully aware that with the increasing number of encounters and battles they were having with the Decepticons on earth, both of them were at risk to go offline any day now. So, whatever time they could still have together, he didn’t want to squander it. “You deserve everything I can give and more. I love you so, so much.”

He wasn’t going to let go of this without a fight now that he knew there was a chance of making it work- now he just needed Sentinel to put his defenses down for once and open up to him.

Unsure of what else to do, Optimus just went for it; grabbed Sentinel by the face and pulled him in for the most intense kiss of his life, lip plates pressed against each other and moving fervently. Despite the tension emitting from Sentinel’s chassis, the second Optimus swiped his glossa over the older bot’s lower lip, he melted into it.

And, for once, everything felt right with his servos on Sentinel’s shoulder pads, Sentinel’s servos on his face, their lips molding to each others’ shape and their arms and legs and souls intertwined. Finally, Optimus broke the kiss, resting his olfactory sensor against Sentinel’s and letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry-“

“I love you,” The smaller bot cut him off again, gently rubbing his shoulder and offering a small smile. “If you’re willing to work through everything together, I’m happy to try this. I’ve always wanted to.”

“I love you too,” Sentinel laughed- not the snarky, sarcastic laugh he usually gave when interacting with Optimus, but a bright, Sentinel laugh that made the younger bot grin so wide it hurt at the sound of it.

“It’s late,” Optimus murmured, looking outside through his window as he stood up, Sentinel doing the same. “We can talk more about everything in the morning over some energon cubes, but we should recharge first.”

There was a pause, Sentinel hesitating before reaching over to grab Optimus’s hand and looking up at him.

“Can I stay tonight? Given that your room has been decontaminated from any organic germs-“

“You’re always welcome here,” The younger Prime smiled and intertwined their digits. “Now, let’s go get some rest.”

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Triple Edged Sword Part 2

A/N: Hi! This is part two of the “three” part (wink wink) series !!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Angst/Smut

Content Warning: mentions of death of a major character, dom!spencer, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, biting, overstimulation, praise, domdrop

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Word Count: 2.2k

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And then Emily died.

And it changed Spencer more than anyone else but her knew. Nobody knew how much it changed the way he loved, how he held her a little bit closer than usual now. How he used more force to kiss her like if he didn’t, she may disappear too.

Of course he got snappier with everyone as well, using anger to mask his intense sorrow over the loss of one of his closest friends. It made sense. Spencer was always like that when it came to negative emotions.

If it wasn’t anger, make it anger.

What didn’t make sense, however, was how he took the anger out with her.

It wasn’t gradual, and he didn’t ask to switch roles before he took control over her in the bedroom. One day he came home from work, a simple paperwork day, but without the distraction of a case, the sadness crept its way into the deepest parts of Spencer’s brain. They made their home there, inhabiting the space with no plan to evict anytime soon. 

He lost control, snapping at Hotch for requesting Reid leave early to get some sleep.

“You don’t think I would if I could?” Spencer had yelled in his boss’s face with so much force it equally scared and concerned the stern man on the receiving end. After that, Spencer knew Hotch was right, and packed up his satchel to return home.

Return home to her.

All Spencer wanted was to go home and let her comfort him, but the idea of being vulnerable in such a self-pity, upset with the world way made him nauseous. 

He found comfort in her, though, even if it was from a place of anger instead.

When Spencer walked through the door only to throw his satchel down next to it instead of his desk chair, she knew that it was a bad day. There were always the little things she noticed he did when he was in that funk; how he asked for a hug instead of going directly for it, or let his hands involuntarily shake instead of trying to hide it. 

She was angry, too. She was angry at the world for throwing Spencer more trauma every time he was starting to heal. She hated how every time he trusted his life to start getting better, it would stab him in the back, twist the knife, pull it out and let him bleed. 

It wasn’t fair, and she would so anything for him.

“Hi, Pretty Boy.” She tried to coax him from his spot still stuck in front of the door, staring at the hardwood floor too deep into his own self deprecating thoughts.

He didn't answer. Instead, he stalked over to her in the kitchen, keeping his eyes downcast. Immediately, she abandoned the wine she was pouring, to follow his movements. Soon enough, he was in front of her, still looking to the floor, while she leaned her back against the counter.

“Spencer?” She could only call out in hopes that he would come back to her, and she believed that it worked when he let his eyes meet hers, but what she saw in them proved her wrong.

It was pure, animalistic rage.

She reached her hand up to graze his cheek, but the action was put to a stop before the soft skin of her palm met his scruff. Spencer’s hand holding her wrist suspended in the air was forceful, but not enough to hurt her.

Never enough to hurt her.

She still gasped at the unforeseen movement, the destructive man in her presence inducing both fear and excitement.

She watched the storm in his mind swarm through his eyes as he refused to look anywhere but down her body. Spencer needed an escape, a way to forget for even one second the absolute wreck that was his mind. There he was, a hurricane circling in on her land, and she would let him swallow her whole.

He watched his own hand trail from her wrist, and make its way to her shoulder. The closer he moved, the quicker her breath became. Spencer had become unpredictable in a matter of seconds and to say she wasn’t growing with anticipation would be a lie.

Spencer stepped into the space between the two, closing her in between him and the counter. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her chest to his and forced her to look up at him. 

Their chests heaved in unison with one another, creating a steady rhythm to the dance they had started. 

Spencer stared at her lips, his eyes unwavering with their undeniable desire for her. With his gaze not meeting hers, he couldn’t see that she was unknowingly doing the same.

“Stop me,” he pleaded between heavy breaths. “Because if you don’t, I might hurt you.”

“Spencer.” Her voice held no uncertainty even in the form of a whisper. The two finally looked up at each other, holding an intense stare full of lust. “Do it.”

He wasted no time crashing their mouths together. The kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting a war. They consumed every part of each other, their hands never seizing to feel every inch of their lover.

Until Spencer grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to slam her against the counter. The untouched wine fell to the floor with a crash, shattering to little pieces.

His hands roamed from her hips to the curve of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze before pulling one hand back to return it just as quickly.

The loud SMACK! was drowned out by the moan that escaped from the back of her throat, surprising the two of them.

“You like that, baby? You like when I use you like this?” The filthy words leaving Spencer’s mouth made her grow wetter by the second.

All she could muster as a response was a desperate whimper, pushing her backside to him, pressing harder into his waiting hands, and when that didn’t satisfy him, Spencer lifted her off the counter by her hair to whisper in her ear, ripping another moan from her.

“Words, baby.” The softness of his tone was a direct contrast from his rough movements.

“Y-Yes, sir.” The title slipped by accident, but Spencer let out a groan and grounded his hardening member against her ass, eliciting another soft whimper.

“You're gonna ruin me one day,” was all the warning she got before he pushed her back down on the counter and ripped her sweatpants and panties off in one quick motion.

The sudden cool air that hit her pussy caused a shiver, but when Spencer’s fingers trailed up the inner part of her thigh, it was sent right back to her spine.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” He asked before finding the answer for himself. “You are.” His tone was almost tantalizing, but with the way he wasted no time sinking two fingers into her heat, Spencer loved her arousal as much as she did.

The pace he set with his fingers was ruthless, giving her no time to catch up with the sensation of him curling his digits to hit her sweet spot repeatedly. Her loud moans went straight to Spencer’s dick, making him impatient with anticipation.

He leaned over her, pinning her down completely to whisper in her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart, fucking take it.”

“Spence I’m... I’m gonna-” She tried to moan out, but Spencer sunk his teeth into her exposed shoulder around the strap of her his tank top.

“I know, baby, do it. Cum for me.” That was all it took for her to squirm under his bodyweight, moaning his name like a prayer. The feeling of her clenching around his fingers that never seized their movements was heavenly for Spencer.

She was still his own Goddess.

She whimpered at the loss of his fingers buried deep inside her only for them to reappear at her lips.

“Open.” He stuck his fingers coated with her orgasm down her throat, causing her to gag slightly. She sucked her arousal, hollowing her cheeks around his digits. Spencer laughed at her blind compliance, a kind of laugh that was twisted in its own special way.

“You’re being such a good girl for me. Do you think you deserve my cock?” He asked, burying his fingers deeper in her mouth, pushing down on her tongue to get her to gag around them again.

She moaned loudly around them, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as he ran the tip of his cock between her folds, gathering her previous arousal.

He ripped his fingers from her mouth to use the same hand to pull her hair back, arching her back while slamming their hips together.

They both reveled in the feeling of Spencer filling her up to the hilt, their loud moans creating a filthy symphony.

He pulled back slowly, antagonizing her once again, only to slam back deeper than before.

“Spencer!” She screeched at the feeling, pain and pleasure mixing, a cocktail stronger than any alcohol.

“I warned you,” he started as he set a brutal pace, fucking her hard into the counter, the grip on her hair never relaxing. “I warned you this would happen, but you were a brat, and look. Now you can’t take it. I though you were a good girl.”

“I am, sir, I can take it. Just please, Spencer. Please.”

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Don’t fucking stop.” He smirked down at her, and pulled her hair back harder so she rested against his shoulder, hitting her deeper than both thought possible. He leaned down to her ear, mimicking his previous movements as her eyes squeezed shut, the sensation almost too much.

“That’s my girl.” The comment made her come around him once more. Her vision went white as her body threatened to collapse on herself, Spencer having to hold her upright. 

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” He threw his head back, his eyes screwing shut as she clenched and unclenched around him. “Do you think you can give me one more?”

“I- I can t-try, sir,” she panted between little whimpers, overstimulated with Spencer’s brutality. 

“Good girl,” he said before reaching down to rub circles on her clit in time with his thrusts, his other hand kneading her breast.

There was no room left in her mind for anything other than Spencer, and the extreme pleasure he was giving her. He took control over her body, pulling on the reigns and guiding her to euphoria.

“I’m right there, Y/N. Cum with me.” Her body belonged to him, and in turn his was hers as they toppled over the edge together. Spencer’s warmth spread through her as he shot his load deep, her orgasm milking every last drop.

She could no longer hold her own weight, threatening to fall to the ground if it wasn’t for Spencer keeping her upright. Their heavy breathing filled the silence that settled over them, neither knowing what to say.

Once they both came down from their shared high, Spencer slowly pulled out of her, careful to not hurt her.

“Come on, sweet girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” Spencer scooped her up bridal style, leaving the broken glass and messy counter for later. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the tub.

She just sat there, watching Spencer gather lotion, a washcloth and a cup of water with eyes like glass. He handed her the water to which she took with two shaky hands before turning his attention back to the sink to wet the cloth.

Spencer kneeled in front of her, slowly opening her legs with the delicacy one would handle fine china with. When he brought the washcloth up to her core that was still leaking with his cum, she couldn’t hide the wince from sensitivity.

His head snapped up, and their eyes met only for a second, but she saw the glimpse in his eyes that she needed to confirm.

His eyes were filled with such intense guilt.

“Hey,” she cooed, putting her hand on his chin to bring his head back to her level instead of him staring at the red scratches on the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay.”

“I hurt you. I didn't mean to I- I just-” Before Spencer could continue, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and latched onto his body to which he immediately relaxed under.

“I’m okay, Spencer, really. I promise I’m okay.” She stroked his back as he started to shake with tears. “I actually quite liked it.”

He pulled away to find her looking down at him with a soft, reassuring smile, but he couldn’t find the strength to return it.

“Let me take care of you this time,” she pleaded, pulling him up from his kneeling position. Without letting go of his hand, she brought him to their shared bedroom, and opened the covers for the two to crawl into.

“Can I read to you?” She asked once they were settled, Spencer resting his head on her chest, their legs intertwined like lock and key and her fingers running through his wild curls.

“Please.” It was so gentle when spoken, enough to almost bring her to tears. The man she lay with had one of the biggest hearts God had gifted a human being, and yet the world loved to chip parts of it away.

She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the first book she could reach. She hadn’t realized her decision until she opened the beat up novel to the first page.

With a deep breath, she started.

“For a long time, I used to go to bed early. Sometimes...”

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