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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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HELLOOOOO I’m new to tumblr and I’ve been reading a couple of ur fanfics and I rlly like them. idrk how requests work, but could u please write a Sub!Adam x Dom! Female Reader? Thank u and have a good day! 🫶🫶

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A/N: This was heavily requested lowkey.

(Name) sometimes tried to get the upperhand in bed, and Adam never let her. Little did he know, she wasn’t really trying. All it took was playing on his incredibly high sex drive.

They were having a picnic out in a secluded location, a little waterfall surrounded by trees. They were the only ones around, and (Name) decided to come over and straddle Adam’s lap. Adam took a second to decide which was more important; his ribs, or seeing where this went.

He decided seeing where this went was more important, and discarded his ribs on the picnic blanket. He ran his hands up and down (Name)’s thighs. “Where did this come from, baby?” (Name) didn’t answer, shutting him up with her lips against his.

As they made out, Adam flipped them so that (Name) was on her laying on her back, him on top of her. To his dismay, she pulled back. “Position we were in, or else we stop.” Adam looked taken aback, but he definitely didn’t want to stop, so he crawled off of her and let her push him onto his back.

“This isn’t the position we were in–” “Shut up.”

Adam wasn’t sure how to feel about (Name)’s attitude, but his sex drive outweighed his reservations. He let her crawl on top of him and reconnect their lips. He tried to grope her chest, and she slapped his hands away. “You ask before you touch.”

Adam whined. “What the fuck, why?” “Because I said so. We can stop…” “No, can I touch you?” “What’s the magic word?” (Name) purred. “Please,” Adam growled. “Let me touch you.” “Hm. Fine,” (Name) hummed.

Adam excitedly slid his hands up (Name)’s shirt. He groped and massaged her breasts for a moment before deciding he wanted to see them, and trying to tug (Name)’s shirt over her head.

(Name) caught his wrists and with Adam off guard, managed to pin his arms down. “You undress first.”

She let him go and Adam gaped at her. Still, he wanted to see her naked, so he quickly began stripping. When he was completely bare, (Name) sat back on her heels. “Now you can undress me.”

Excited, Adam did so. He took his time, savoring the reveal of her body. Once he’d removed her shirt, pants, and panties, (Name) pushed him onto his back again. She laid on his chest, reconnecting their lips. Adam grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down so he could grind against her, but (Name) bit his lip before pulling back.

“You’re not in charge,” she told him, taking his wrists and pushing his arms down.

“You know I could easily overpower you, right?” Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) smirked. “But you won’t. Because I have something you want and you’ll do whatever I want to get it.”

Adam shuddered. She wasn’t wrong.

(Name) reconnected their lips and they made out steadily until (Name) reached out and began to pet Adam’s wings, causing Adam to jolt and moan into her mouth. “Fuck,” he panted. “Yeah?” (Name) smirked. “That feel good? I know how sensitive your wings are~”

Adam’s dick twitched, neglected. (Name) took pity and slid her body down so that his erect dick rested between her folds. She let him make small little thrusts with his hips to get some friction, not ceasing her ministrations on his wings.

Adam whined, slowly becoming a mess underneath her. (Name) slapped his thigh to get his hips to still before slowly beginning to move on her own, teasingly slowly rubbing herself against his dick.

“C-come on,” Adam panted. “What?” (Name) asked coyly. “What do you want? Use your words.”

“I want to fuck you,” Adam tried to growl but his voice cracked.

“Beg for it.”

Adam was silent for a moment. (Name) leaned herself up with her hands planted on Adam’s chest, staring down at him. “Well?”

“Please, please get on my dick and let me fuck you, I need it so bad, baby, stop teasing, please let me inside of you.”

(Name) grinned, wiggling her hips and drawing a groan from Adam. “I can’t say no to such a cute face.” She sat back, grabbing Adam’s cock and lining it up with her opening. Then she sank down slowly.

Adam panted and whimpered, the pace torturously slow. When (Name) had taken all of him, she sat still for a moment. “Buck your hips and I’ll get off,” she warned when she felt him twitch underneath her. Adam whined. But he didn’t move his hips, and was rewarded by (Name) finally moving.

She planted her feet on the picnic blanket on either side of Adam, steadying herself with her hands splayed against his chest. She began to ride him, and Adam threw his head back. “Fuck, fuck,” he hissed. (Name) bit her lip.

Adam held onto her thighs for dear life as she rode him, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting filling the small clearing. (Name) made sure to sink down as far as she could every time, taking all of Adam inside of her. The position allowed him in deep, which was benefitting both of them heavily.

(Name) picked up the pace, her legs beginning to shake.

“Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” Adam babbled beneath her. Seeing him coming so undone went straight to (Name)’s core.

(Name) put her full body weight into riding Adam’s cock. Her legs were getting tired, and she knew she probably wouldn’t have enough energy to chase her own orgasm, but Adam was nearing his and that was all that mattered.

She could feel his dick twitch and observe the way his wings fluttered, warning signs he was nearing his peak.

“You gonna cum in me, my love?” Adam’s grip on her thighs was bruising. He nodded vigorously, his eyes shut tight. A few more bounces on his dick had Adam crying out, cumming deep inside of her.

(Name) didn’t move off of him, pulling him up into a sitting position. They held one another as (Name) sat in his lap, his dick still buried in her. She looked down to see the mess they’d made and grinned. Cum was leaking out of her hole despite still being plugged by Adam.

“That’s a lot a cum,” she smiled, kissing where Adam’s nose would be (he was wearing his mask). “You must be trying to make me a mommy.” Adam blushed, looking utterly fucked out and content.

“We should do that more often,” he said, still coming down from his orgasm. (Name) smiled, kissing his lips sweetly before climbing out of his lap, cum staining the picnic blanket. “Anytime.”

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avoxrising · 5 months

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The Feral One • Chapter 7

Finnick x Y/N

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Trying to balance good writing with getting out chapters quickly so bare with me!

Content warnings - violence and death, cursing

“It’s a clock!” Katniss exclaims. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Katniss explains to the group how the arena works, making you realize that you running into the tribute during the lightning was just a coincidence, and the lightning didn’t always mean danger.

The group decides to go to the cornucopia to survey the arena and test their theory. You would like to grab a weapon but you don’t know if that’s allowed. Katniss already confiscated the arrow she shot you with so all you have is a weak arm and an injured arm.

Finnick walks between you and Peeta, with Katniss behind him. You really need to earn her trust back if you’re going to stay with the group, although, you don’t know how much she trusted you to begin with.

Katniss and Peeta warily eye you as you look through the weapons, trying to find a knife or two. Too many large weapons will just slow you down. You’d rather just have a few knives on you.

“She’s fine,” you hear Finnick tell the pair. “It’s safer for us that she is armed in case we get attacked. She’s already told me she doesn’t want to kill you so I doubt she’ll throw any knives your way. She knows the difference between doing damage in a fight and killing. Just give her space and don’t act so on edge around her. She’s doing her best.”

Katniss lowers her bow but doesn’t make any move to distance herself from you. It seems like the guarding followed you from the capital to the arena.

The group sits down as Peeta draws a map of the arena. Wiress goes down to the water to clean off some wire Beetee got that you assume is for his big smart plan.

“Did you see anything where you went?” Finnick asks you. You shake your head and just point at the lightning Peeta drew on the map.

“Just lightning?” he confirms and you nod your head. Looking at the map, you’re glad you only ended up with lightning. The rest of the jungle looks terrifying.

The group begins chatting about birds in mines when you hear a sudden gasp. You all turn to see Gloss slitting Wiress’ throat. If the capital wanted you to act feral, they were about to get a show.

It happened so fast. Katniss shot Gloss before Johanna threw an axe into Cashmere, killing her instantly. You noticed Brutus and Enobaria going for Finnick and Katniss but you were too far away to stop the knife Enobaria threw from sinking into Finnick thigh. She’s dead.

You charge at her, screaming like a wild animal. She seems ready for your attack, however, and positions herself for your oncoming blow. You collide with her, sending both of you to the ground.

There’s no time to reach for the blade tucked into your belt. You claw at her face, drawing blood, as she attempts to push you off her. She’s successful in rolling the two of you over, putting herself on top. You go to grab for a knife when her teeth sink into your wrist, shooting pain through your whole body. It’s a shock she didn’t bite your whole hand off.

That’s when the cornucopia starts spinning. Enobaria leaps off of you and tries her best to escape with Brutus while the rest of the group is caught off guard by the movement. You clutch onto the rocks with your good arm but you can feel yourself slipping.

Katniss falls off the same time you do, sending both of you into the water. Even with your bad arm, you’re still a better swimmer, so when the water calms you’re able to orient yourself.

You spot Katniss struggling to find the surface a few yards away from you, so you dive back under and swim to her. Bracing yourself for human contact, you grab her arm and start propelling her to the surface. It takes her a second to realize you’re helping, especially with the amount of blood you’re releasing into the water, but she swims with you till you reach air again.

Peeta helps her out of the water, checking to make sure she’s ok. You do your best to pull yourself up but you’re in too much pain. Finnick takes notice and grabs onto you, yanking you onto the rocks.

He doesn’t even have to say what you’re thinking. The bite looks bad. It’s hard to tell if Enobaria punctured the vein in your wrist but you think she did due to the amount it’s bleeding.

“Johanna,” Finnick calls. “Do we have any bandages left?”

“Nope,” she shouts. “The only ones we had went to Volts.”

“Shit,” he mutters, trying to figure out what to do. He uses your knife to cut the arm off your wetsuit, apologizing that he had to cut yours as his was destroyed by the fog. He wraps the fabric tightly around your wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

“This should work until we can get some sponsors to send us something better,” he states. You shake your head at him. Sponsors wouldn’t send you anything. You were on your own.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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Hi! :) Could you write frat!Peter during a lazy morning showing reader that little vídeo he recorded back in Berlin in Homecoming? And he's like: you see, I wasn't always this hot!!! And you tell him he was still so cute and that you'd have loved dated him back then as well?

i watched it as i wrote it and i fell back in love with the lil cutie.

watch peter's vlog here

Peter hisses and shakes his arm from where you have your teeth sunk in.

“I’m sorry baby, but I can’t believe you weren’t always this juicy.”

“I’m not a steak, you can’t just take a bite of me.”

You wink and run your hand down his naked chest, “no, but you are a delicious hunk of meat.”

Peter groans and pushes your hand off, you wriggle in closer to his body, your bare chest sticks against his ribcage, evaporated sweat glues you together.

“I’m telling you now, you wouldn’t have said that like five years ago.”

You kiss his chest, his hand tries to lay down your hair, “I’d take you up on that bet.”

“Oh really?”

You frown when your lips meet air, the skin you dotted kisses cross ripped away to the other side of the bed, peter sees your empty pout and rolls his eyes, “gimme a second,” he rolls back the other way, his half charged phone in his hand, you softly cheer and continue to press kisses against the swell of his chest.

“Tell me you’d still date me.”

Peter’s phone is in landscape mode, his finger hovering over the play button until your attention is captured. The thumbnail was a black screen with tile words, you try to hold back a snort at the ‘A Film by Peter Parker.’ You held his wrist to angle his phone more towards you and motion him to play it.

“Oh my god!” You squeal out the words and pinch your boyfriends wrist, “you sound like such a baby! Oh my god, you’re so cute.”

“Not even ten seconds in,” peter presses play.

“You’re not supposed to show anyone this, but you’re showing me? Oh my god, that is so cute, I love you so much.”

“Are you going to do this when you see me at fifteen?”

You press against him further, he can feel your heart beating quickly against his side, you were terribly excited.

You scream when he finally flips the camera, it makes him jump slightly and you fly upright and pull the phone from his grasp to bring it three inches from your face. You jump between the screen and the boy on your right, trying to place which one you like better, both are awfully cute.

“You are such a baby! Look how cute you are, oh my god! You sound so little, look at your widdle cheeks here!” You push the phone back in his face, he finds it comical, you bring your hands to try and pinch at his cheeks but over the years he’s become more defined and has much less baby fat.

“What the fuck is that!” You choke out a laugh at his suit, you assume it was the homemade one he very briefly, one time mentioned. Peter’s blush confirmed the assumption, “hey! I did what I could.”

“I saw that montage of pretty berlin girls, petey, imagine if they knew you were a hero.” You laugh when he reaches a hand to pinch at your side, your positions changed, no longer laying next to Peter you’re sitting with your legs tucked underneath, your knees poking the side of his thigh. You’re both naked, his top sheet pooled around your waists, chests bare to each other.

Peter’s phone is in your grasp, his left hand rests on your thigh, eyes tied at your face to watch your reaction, he’s happy you’re enjoying it this much, he thought for sure you’d make fun of him and pray to the heavens you found him now, but he’s now thinking you may have liked him better as a kid.

You pout and awe at him, “you looked so happy when you got your new suit, I love you so much, oh my god.”

Your jaw drops at the end, “were you a virgin when you filmed this?”

Peter snorts, “sure was.”

“Literally, how? Cause you are so fucking hot here, like after the shower? You know your wet hair is my weak spot, and the flip? Why don’t you flip for me more, like now I know that’s a thing you can do, why are you not doing it? Like, babe, I’d fuck the shit out of you here, like my fifteen year old self would.”

Peter takes his phone back, “you’re still convinced you’d date me back then?”

He is chuffed, he won’t admit how ego inducing your praises were.

You move to lay back up against him, settling with your head on his chest you smile at him.

“You said the best day of your life was when you got your new suit, how could I not love you?”

Peter winces, “that’s not the best day of my life.”

You frown, “it’s not?”

He shakes his head confidently, “nope, it’s been updated.”

You tilt your head, “oh, to when?”

Peter kisses your forehead, “to the day I met you.”

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying - Three - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: You and The Hawkeyes get ambushed as Kate meets The Spider

Word Count: 3.8K

Content: Guns, Shooting, Violence, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being protective

Your Y/N Tingle, as Peter so annoyingly called it.

You landed on a billboard and scanned your eyes around until the hairs on your body stood up.

It was another group of Tracksuits cornering a man.

"Please just take the car!" The guy yelled just loud enough that one of the four poorly dressed men raised his fist and connected to the man's abdomen.

"The city that never sleeps." You mumbled as you leisurely swung your way to the top of the car. Startling the whole crew.

"You know, fellas, I think there's better ways to get a car. Ever tried Uber?"

"Can it Spider-Girl!" A man barked at you, making you roll your eyes under your mask. "I was just asking. I've never used it." You gestured to your web shooter, making the guy look before you fired a web at his face, blinding him.

"Shit!" One of the three other guys called out.

"You know!" You jumped off the car to dodge an attacker with a crowbar. "Since you're all dressed the same, I'm gonna give you guys different names. Okay?" You asked, but no one gave an opinion as they charged at you.

You sighed and went to work catching the fist of the guy with a long grey beard. "Okay, you're Smokey." You said as you webbed his fist together and kicked him into a nearby dumpster. "One down."

The following two guys, each sporting a faded hairstyle, charged you together. One with ginger hair, the other blonde. "Would Ketchup and Mustard be too easy or not good enough?" You asked as you redirected Ketchups crowbar swing to hit Mustard in the back. Making Mustard miss his kick at your leg but giving you enough time to web his foot to the ground as you jumped over the two. Webbing the crowbar and flinging it down the alley.

"Huh?" Mustard asked as his foot didn't move after barely recovering from the hit. "Oh, here!" You said as you webbed his other foot to the ground, making him wide-eyed. "Ketchup! Get her!" He yelled, causing the other guy to tilt his head, confused. "But that's not my-"

You knocked him out in one punch.

"You know I actually hold back when I fight." You told Smokey, who sat on the ground with back pain thanks to the dumpster. "Whatever." He muttered, earning a shrug from you.

"You whatever," You mumbled back as you looked at Mustard and pushed him, causing him to fall over, thanks to his webbed feet.

"That's enough!" The man who you blinded with your web finally tore it off. "Oh hey!" You waved as he pulled out a gun. "You've caused enough problems!" He shouted at you as he cocked back the pistol. "This might not be the right thing to say, but trust me, I know.." He looked at you. "You see, I have an essay due on-"

"ENOUGH!"

He fired a shot into the air before pointing back down at you. You could hear the screams and hushed whispers of the people around this city block.

"Hey, let's put the gun down."

You put your hands up as he turned the gun to the side. "I don't think so." He turned the gun away from you and to the man lying on the snow-covered asphalt—the owner of the vehicle.

The owner looked from the gun to you with fear in his eyes. "Please..." You gave a little nod his way.

Internally, you named him Carl.

"Don't do anything stupid." The man with the gun.. let's call... Dean said. "I won't." You replied back. You kept your eyes in the direction of Dean, but behind the mask, your eyes were searching for protection for the car owner.

A tire a few feet away would have to do.

"I'm really sorry about this." You said, confusing both men. Without another wasted second, you webbed past the car owner. Your web sticking to the tire as you pulled it towards you,

Dean fired his gun.

The bullets began ricocheting over the rim of the wheel or getting stuck in the rubber of the tire as they flew past Carl's head.

With your other hand, you webbed the gun free from Dean's hand and sent it flying backward into Smokey's head, knocking him out.

Now free of the gun, you jumped and twirled in the air to add speed to the momentum of the tire before letting go as you flung it at Dean.

The tire bounced off the cold ground and right into his standing body, sending him flying a few feet away. The tire kept going until it collapsed down the alleyway.

Dean hit the snow with a heavy thud.

He was out.

You landed on the ground and let out a breath.

"I-I thought- I thought I was dead," Carl spoke up after a moment of silence, garnering your attention.

You took cautious steps and crouched in front of him. He sat on the ground shaking. The snow in the air added a quiet bubble between you and him.

"Hey, it's okay. You're here, man. You're here." Carl reached forward for your hand.

You extended it and helped him to his feet.

"You save-saved me!" He took in his surroundings before looking at you. You shrugged. "It's all in a day's work."

Carl shook his head and patted your shoulders.

"I get to go home to my wife because of you."

You weren't going to lie. That did feel good to hear. But even as a spider-based superhero, you still aren't the best at taking compliments.

"Ummm, the police should be here any moment. Okay?" Carl nodded. "Just get home safe."

"You too, Spider-Woman!" He cheered. "Just The Spider is fine." You laughed under your mask and started walking backwards. "You got it, Spider!" Carl shouted as you webbed up the passed-out goons.

"Merry Christmas! Well- uh- if you celebrate!" You shouted as you zipped onto a fire escape before flinging yourself to another roof.

Carl watched in astonishment and clapped. "You too!"

As you hung in the air, let out a breath and collected your thoughts. Getting shot at was never going to be an easy thing just to have happen.

You let out another web and launched yourself into the air, adding a little spin into your release. Your web reached another building, but before you could twhip yourself up, your tingle started going crazy, and before even thinking about it, your body twirled over to avoid an arrow.

Wait, an arrow??

You webbed it up and quickly looked around.

Your eyes eventually found the man you loved to annoy.

Clint Barton on a roof waving at you.

You smiled and let your feet hit the snowy roof with glee. "Hawkeye!" You actually called him by his hero name for once, surprising the man.

"Spider!" He called back as he took the arrow from your hand before looking at the webbing with disgust. "Does this stuff come out of you?"

You tilted your head. "Ew, no!" Clint tried pulling the webbing off the arrow but failed. "It'll dissolve soon." He glared at you. "Hey! You shot at me!"

Clint couldn't argue with you there.

"Why did you shoot at me?" You asked with a smile behind your mask. You didn't get to meet a lot of heroes doing this job.

"Well, honestly..." Clint sighed. "I wanted some information."

"Oh?" You said, surprised. "About?"

You walked past Clint and sat on the roof's ledge while looking at the rugged man. He sighed. "About that building?"

He pointed past you and to the building across the way. It was one you recognized from Ned's discovery. "What girlfriend kick you out?" You joked as you pulled out your phone to text Ned.

Ned sat in your room on the computer. Peter was lying on the floor, throwing a crumbled-up piece of paper to himself. They both had just finished their robotics report for the week and were decompressing.

Outside the room in the living room, MJ was napping with a bowl of Alfredo pasta turned over on the floor. It had fallen when she turned over earlier.

A game show was playing on the TV.

MJ only watched game shows by herself.

"Is that Y/N?" Peter asked when Ned's phone chimed. "Yeah," Ned replied after looking at your text. "What does she want?"

Peter got up and walked up to Ned, sending files and pictures to you. "Just information." He replied, making Peter tilt his head. "Information? About?"

Ned wasn't sure if he should lie or not, but thankfully, he didn't have to say anything when you sent a selfie of you and Clint Barton looking annoyed in the background. Followed by a text: "Hawkeye is bossy."

"Did you really say that?" Clint whined when he asked, making you laugh.

"No, of course not." You lied to the archer and smiled when you got the dump of information from Ned. You sent a quick thank you text and once again ignored Peter's text about doing school work despite the fact that you were hanging out with an ex-Avenger!

"Here." You flipped your phone over and showed Clint the info you had on the buildings. "So you really are tracking them too," Clint said, making you roll your eyes. "I have no reason to lie, arrow guy." You paused. "Hey, that rhymed!"

Now, it was Clint's turn to roll his eyes.

You put your phone away as Clint turned his head and looked at the building. "So... what's your plan? To just stay here and wait for something to happen?"

Clint moved his shoulders up and down. "Kinda."

You huffed and sat down on the snowy roof. You frowned as you immediately regretted it because you'd have to wash this suit next. "That's lame."

Clint chuckled.

You looked around the roof. "Hey, where's number two?" You asked, looking up to number one. "I'm starting to think they're not real."

"Oh, they're real." The older man said. "Look."

You looked to where he gestured, and through one of the broken-out windows on the building across the street, you saw a chick dressed in purple point her bow and arrow in your direction. "Oh, so she is real!" You looked from Clint back to the girl.

"So should we move?" You stood up. "That arrow is pointed directly at us!" Clint laughed. "I would if I were you."

"What does that me-?" Your body flipped itself out of the way as the arrow flew by you and plunged itself into the brick wall of the roof behind you.

Attach at the end of it was a giant black cable that got yanked up with a force on the other side, creating a zip line across.

"Was she aiming for me?!"

"Probably," Clint responded like it was no big deal. "You coming?" He asked as he attached himself to the zip line and clicked on a flashlight. Something you noticed the girl in the window do as well.

You look from him to the building where the girl was waving from.

You waved back. "I could've just swung you over there." You pointed out to number one. "Yeah, but if I broke another bone because of someone else, my wife would then probably kick me out."

You guess you could see the logic in that.

"Wait, you're married!?" That piece of news finally hit you.

"Happily. See you over there." Clint stated as he started making his way across.

You looked from Clint back to the building again.

You've never really done team-ups, but this was happening naturally. You and the two Hawkeyes were all on the same trail of crime. You all knew where it was potentially leading, so the more help wasn't something to shake your head at.

So when Clint looked back over to you when he was halfway across, you made your decision.

With one twhip, you beat Clint across and squeeze through a window to find yourself in front of Hawkeye number two.

But never in a hundred years would you have guessed who it would be.

"Hi!"

Her voice was the exact same, and the way her face scrunched when she looked at you full of glee was something that made your stomach flip with butterflies.

Kate Bishop stood in front of you in a purple ensemble with her bow in one hand and a quiver of arrows on her back.

Aside from the suit, you noticed that Kate had her hair down. She was wearing a purple beanie.

She looked cuter than ever.

Her cheeks were pink from the cold. You could also see a fresh coat of lip balm was recently applied to her lips. Lips that looked soft as- "I can't believe I'm with the Spider!"

She broke you out from your thoughts as she cheered in front of you.

"I'm Kate Bishop, Hawkeye." She extended her hand and waited for you to shake it. "Y/-Uhh I-" You fumbled over your words as you extended your hand. "The uh-" You went wide-eyed.

Your voice!

She couldn't recognize your voice!

You started shaking Kate's hand before making your voice deeper. Not a cartoony amount, but just enough where Kate would definitely know that The Spider is a lesbian.

Ya know?

"T-The Spider!" Yet you still stuttered in front of your crush, causing your face to go completely warm.

The need to rip your mask off to breathe normally was rearing its head.

"Sorry for shooting at you, by the way!! I just wanted to see if you really had it!" Kate said as she dropped your hand with excitement.

"It?" You questioned.

"You know the..." Kate acted out your acrobatic movements, all while her two feet remained on the ground. "Your dodgy spider thing." She smiled as she spoke.

Kate Bishop was the exact same.

You couldn't believe it.

A smile was on your face behind the mask.

"My Spidey sense." You said, making Kate's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh! Cool!" She nodded to her own words as she bit her bottom lip.

Something so innocent was making you blush.

So you turned around and started walking along the floor of the building just as Clint FINALLY came through the window. "I'm getting too old for this shit." He said as he unclipped himself from the zipline.

"Spider," Clint called out as you looked back. "Kate. Spider. Just in case this one was too star-struck to say anything."

That made you listen.

Kate looked at Clint, embarrassed. "No! No! He's joking! Like it's not true! I mean, I like you but- not like that! Like, I admire you... From afar! Ya know? Wait, that's not right!"

Clint covered Kate's mouth as you stood there, shocked at the jumble of words spilling from your crush's mouth.

"She admires you as a hero. Just forget she said anything." Clint said as he removed his hand. "Yes. Thank you, Clint." Kate nodded but avoided eye contact with you.

You just nodded back and grinned widely under the mask. "Well, thank you, Kate."

Kate tilted her head and looked your way.

"You said my name. The Spider said my name." She whispered loudly to herself before starting into the distance.

"Well, enough of... that," Clint said. "Kate, did you find anything?"

Kate nodded and singled for you and Clint to follow.

"Every floor was either empty or left to rot. And this one was the same until..." She stopped in the hallway of what you now recognize as an apartment building door and shined a light on the door.

It looked a lot like Aunt Mays.

Kate pushed the door open. As it creaked to a stop, one by one, the archers and you stepped inside. The apartment looked lived in. Boxes and tables were removed from dust where others still had it sit. A bed was in the corner of one room, where a work bench and whiteboards riddled with equations and words sat in the corner of another.

"Somone lives here?" Clint asked to no one in particular.

"Lived." Kate held up a notebook left behind on the coffee table and started reading from it.

"I've done all that has been asked of me, and yet he keeps asking for more. I'm afraid of what will happen if I say no. But with the recent news of his disappearance, maybe I have a chance. Now is my time. I'm smarter than this. And if they come for this place-"

"It stops there. No more entries after that." Kate looks from you to Clint, who grabs the notebook and flips through it before returning to that final page. "This was written almost a year ago."

You take a few steps closer. "His dissapearance." You repeated. Making the other two look at you. "Yeah?" Kate asked as you thought about the words.

"Who owns the buildings? Who disappeared a year ago and is creeping up our backs. Powerful enough to have people go into hiding."

Clint sighed.

Kate knew.

"Kingpin." You snapped your finger and nodded; you went to say more, but your phone started to buzz. "Oh.." You picked up to see Ned's caller ID.

"One moment." You said, making Kate look at you a little differently.

Clint returned to the notebook and started to take pictures before combing over the place.

You took the phone into the other room and clicked the side of your mask. "What??" You asked in a hushed whisper. "Where are you?" Ned asked as he looked at live camera footage of a group of Tracksuits exiting a car.

"In a what we now know is an abandoned building."

"Okay, well I have- wait we?!" Ned asked as he took his eyes away from the computer screen. "Yes, me and the Hawkeyes!! Oh my god, speaking of which! I have to tell you-"

You stopped as your body started to feel it.

Your hairs went straight up.

You stood up and started walking out of the room and into the room Clint and Kate were in. "Spider?" Clint asked, a little worried. Kate turned to see you look around, slightly panicked.

"What's going on?" She asked.

Clint shook his head, and the two watched you.

Your body directed you to the abandoned desk. You squatted down and ignored the feel of Kate's eyes on your ass.

That's when you saw it.

A silent armed. Triggered to go off when the front door opened. Kate must've accidentally set it off when she discovered it earlier.

Yet your tingle didn't stop.

You stood up again and walked to the window. At the same time, Ned's voice came through your earpiece. "Get down!!"

Time slowed as the first bullet cracked the window, sending shards of glass your way as the bullet blew right past your face.

As the glass skimmed your mask, you turned towards Kate and hit a button on your wrist to send a wall of webs in her direction.

"Get down!" You shouted as your voice became muffled thanks to the rain of gunfire coming from the street below you.

You watched Clint hit the deck as he was the furthest away. If he could save himself quicker, the quicker he could save Kate and you. If needed.

As you hit the floor, your webs hit the ceiling and wall in front of Kate, protecting her from a shower of glass and ricocheted bullets, which left you unprotected as you began crawling toward the younger Hawkeye.

"We have to go!" You heard Clint yell as the gunfire didn't stop. You agreed and motioned for them to go first when you finally made it to Kate.

But she was going to leave without you.

Kate grabbed your left hand and started dragging you as she followed Clint through the front door of the apartment. The sound of glass and gunfire sounding further away as you three ran through to the other side of the abandoned building.

Back to where you entered. Except when you looked out the window, you saw men waiting on the roof across the way.

"Shit!" Kate said as she got her breath. "Language." Clint retorted, causing Kate to give a really?! look.

Clint looked around, ignoring Kate, until his eyes landed back on you.

"Spider, take Kate and get her out of here."

You opened your mouth to speak up, but Kate beat you to it. "Clint! I'm not leaving you!"

He looked at her and placed his right on the top of her purple beanie as the sound of gunfire started to become louder. The men entered the building.

"Yes, you are. I'll hold these guys off and meet you at your aunts."

You watched Kate shake her head and sign to the older Hawkeye. Leaving you out of the conversation.

Clint sighed and signed back.

Clint grabbed his bow and turned towards the window to line up a shot.

"Cli-"

"Kate!"

He turned his head back, stopping her. Kate deflated. "Spider, take her."

You lifted your eyes from Clint to Kate. You took a shaky step forward and placed your hand around the strong arm of your crush.

She looked back and nodded. "Let's go." She took a step towards a window positioned on the west side of the wall and broke it with her bow. She cleared the glass away and waited for you to climb onto the exterior wall.

"Right!" You nodded and jogged to the window.

It was a silent moment between the two of you as Kate stepped outside the window and into your waiting arms. You couldn't help the feelings in your stomach and the fire in your heart when Kate wrapped her legs around your waist.

Her chin on your shoulder.

You also couldn't help your mouth when it opened up. "Usually, I like to take a nice girl out to eat before this happens."

You cringed and rolled your eyes at your own words.

Thankfully, Kate laughed. Whether it was genuine or not was a mystery, but she smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around you.

"I may have a slight obsession with you, but let's slow down."

That was news to you.

"Obsession, huh?" You felt a grin grow on your face.

Kate quickly hid a blush and pushed herself further into you, which didn't help the moan stuck in your throat from trying to fight its way to your lips.

But you swallowed it down and managed to say: "You ready?"

You felt Kate nod.

"Hold tight." You said even though you would never allow Kate to slip from your grasp.

You twhipped you and Kate away from Clint as you heard him send a barrage of arrows to the idiots on the other roof.

On the outside, Kate tried to play it cool, but on the inside, her stomach was doing flips like it was qualifying for a gold medal.

The rush of air against her body hundreds of feet into be air was one thing

But being wrapped around your body was another. Especially when she couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the first time the two of you had met.

But Kate would know if she had ever met the Spider...

So, who were you?

Tagging List: @daddy-jareau

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Second Best 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

‘Really. Ur gonna ignore me.’

The latest in Greta’s endless texts pops up. Thankfully, the shitty reception blocks out most of them and they dump in bunches you can easily swipe away. You ignore her shallow pleas for the carnation badge you’ve been diligently stitching away at.

Your eyes are bleary from squinting and the fatigue tugging at the corners. Another day at the hotel leaves you with barely enough energy to enjoy your time off the clock. You pick away at the pink petals until your head threatens to split from the deep furrow in your brows.

You sigh and pack up your kit, setting it aside and pushing yourself off the floor. Ugh, you’re too young to be this achy. You yawn and stagger out of your room, puttering through the house lazily. It isn’t until you get to the kitchen that you notice the silence.

There’s an unbaked meatloaf on the counter, the oven preheated, and potatoes half-peeled. What the hell? You take a bottle of orange cream soda from the fridge, the special ones your mom gets you, and set off in search of your parents.

Your father’s voice is the crumb trail that leads you to your quarry. Your dad’s on the front porch, hands on the railing as your mother stands at his shoulder. The screen door snaps shut behind you, announcing your arrival abruptly. You follow their gaze to the police cruiser pull across the driveway.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you twist the cap off the bottle.

“We should be asking you,” your mother turns with arms crossed.

“What do you–”

“Taught you better than to steal,” your father hisses as he shifts back to glare at you.

“What are you talking about?” You shake your head.

“Now, now, we ain’t laying any charges…yet,” Bodecker comes up to the steps, previously obscured by the tall post, “just some questions.”

“Questions? About?” You hold the cream soda, untasted. “Mom, dad?”

“Go on,” your dad sneers, “talk to him.”

“Honey,” your mother turns on you, “so disappointed.”

“I didn’t do anything…” you murmur.

“Maybe ya didn’t but I still needa ask ya some stuff,” Bodecker insists, a sneaky wink behind your parents’ back.

You huff. What do you do? You could refuse and tell them how he tried to chase you down in his cruiser but you really don’t think it’s any more believable than it was yesterday. You tramp across the porch and descend the steps, staring at the sheriff.

He beckons you away from the porch. You follow warily. You don’t trust him but you know refusing will only make you look worse. It’s grade school all over again. Your parents always believed the principal over you.

“How ya doin’, darlin’?” He asks as he puts a hand on his hip, kicking out one foot as his stance pushes out his stomach further.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ain’t no way to speak to an officer,” he girds, “ah, ya know, we gotta call from the grocer… says someone snatched some gummy bears on their way out with a cone.”

“Huh?”

“It’s just candy but it’s still a crime,” he tuts.

“I wouldn’t– I didn’t–” You sputter.

He smirks. Is he lying? Or did Greta swipe something? You wouldn’t put it past either of them.

“I’m not accusin’ you, I just wanted to give you the chance to clear your name,” he taunts.

“You know it wasn’t me,” you utter.

“Do I? I barely know ya,” he scoffs, “and it ain’t for lack of trying.”

“The store has cameras, doesn’t it?”

“Mm, I thought so but turns out they’re decorative. Deterrent more than functional,” he snickers as he reaches to adjust the bolo tie at his collar, “so all I got to go on is eye witnesses. Supposed I could ask Grety girl.”

The pet name makes your stomach churn. Greta will already be pissed at you for snubbing her, you don’t doubt she’ll happily throw you under the bus, or the police cruiser, for a two dollar bag of candy.

“And if I tell you the truth, that it wasn’t me,” you challenge.

“Your word against hers,” he shrugs, “isn’t it?”

You look at him. His eyes gleam victoriously. He’s got you in a corner. You glance over as your dad sits on the porch, your mother’s shadow behind the screen door.

“What do you want?” You ask as you face him again.

“Just a ride along, darling,” he says, “won’t take long at all.”

You frown, your tongue bitter. You shudder and blow through your lips. What choice do you have?

“I’ll have you back by curfew, don’t you worry,” he chuckles.

“Fine,” you sniff, “fine, I… just need to grab some shoes.”

“Good girl,” he praises and reaches for the bottle in your hand. He takes it and sucks on the neck, downing nearly half of it, “sweet…” he muses, “bet you’re sweeter.”

You scowl and turn away from him. He can have the damn cane soda. You stomp towards the porch as he strides coolly behind you. Your mother opens the door as you approach.

“She’s just gonna come make a statement at the station,” Bodecker explains, “ain’t nothing wrong. Just to clear her name.”

“Oh,” your mother touches her chest daintily.

“We’re not paying no fines for you, girl,” your father growls.

You sidle past your mom and grab your slip-ons. You toss them on the porch and step into them before stomping back to the steps. You don’t say a word. You don’t need the sheriff digging you a bigger hole.

“Shouldn’t be none of that,” Bodecker says, “but she might wanna get better friends.”

You march towards the cruiser defiantly. He’s right. You wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for Greta. But she isn’t your biggest problem. No, he’s got your soda and a smirk on his face.

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #second best #drabble #au #backwoods au #series

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bluekidchaos · 7 months

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Kinktober day 3 - Spencer Reid

for once keeping under 1k words woho! also i originally forgot i was doing the praise kink so i had to add that after i was already done lmao

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Prompt: Praise kink

Warnings: 18+, Sub!spence, praise, pet names (baby boy, bunny), cream pie, unprotected sex, season 3 spencer hair, the mommy kink snuck up on me i-

Words: 700

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

Being a BAU agent came with a heavy burden, you could see it in Spencer on rough days. He would slump together on the couch and just stare into space, you'd try and comfort him the best you could but sometimes he just needed some time.

You made sure to pamper him when he was home, cooking dinner together, cuddling, and sex. Really just anything you could do together. He craved intimacy and was highly touch-starved, you didn't mind though as touching him was your favorite thing.

You loved how you could get him so riled up with just a couple of words and small touches. Having him on top of you yet you were in charge, making him whimper from your praise.

He would be begging you to let him move once he was inside you. Head resting on your shoulder and barely holding himself up by his forearms. "Please, baby, god, please. Need to fuck you so bad."

Cooing at him and his desperation, "Hold on baby boy, let me just feel you for a second. You're so good for me, bunny." You raked your fingernails over his back and down his sides, leaving red marks in their path. Hearing him groan at the pain made your cunt clench in return. "So big and it's all mine."

Spencer tried to steady his breath, thinking of something else that wasn't his dick in your perfect pussy. He was going through any and all statistics he could remember at the moment in his head, anything to keep still and not just have his way with you.

"Okay, Spence. You can move now, but slow, baby." He whined into your neck as he finally could move his hips. Gently pulling out of you and pushing back in, Spencer was moaning right into your ear at the pleasure.

Your hand pushed away some of his hair that had fallen in his face, putting it behind his ear. "Th- thank you, mommy, God thank you for letting me fuck you." You could feel his hips speed up a little on their own volition and you tugged a few strands signaling to slow down again.

"Doing so good for me, baby. You're my good boy right?" He nodded quickly, keeping the pace slow. Languidly thrusting against you. You're planting kisses on his throat, sucking hickeys onto his collarbone.

"Do you wanna cum, bunny? Wanna fill mommy up like a good boy?" Fingers digging into his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. His gaze was hazy with pleasure and glassy from unshed tears. "Make mommy come first and you can come inside me."

Spencer's eyes widened and in a matter of seconds, he was thrusting into you at full speed. His hand snaking down to play with your clit. "Yes, thank you, I'll be good. I'll make you come."

His hand was making quick work at bringing you right to that delicious edge, feeling it become tighter and tighter in your stomach while he pounded into you like a wild beast. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, the angle making him hit that magical spot inside you every time.

You're moaning unrestrained into his ear, no doubt garnering noise complaints again, but you couldn't care less. "Spence, yes just like that! You fuck me so good, always so good. So big inside me." You're chanting his name like a prayer as he pinched your clit one last time before you fell over the edge, your end bringing his own.

Feeling you clench down on him hard and pulse around him. A strangled "Oh, shit, I-" before you feel him fill you up completely. He pumped into you a few more times before stilling and laying down on you, careful not to put all of his weight on you.

You could feel his seed trickle out of you, making a mess on the sheets under you. You stroked Spncer's hair and planted big wet kisses all over his face and neck, anywhere you could reach. "I love you so much, baby."

Spencer is smiling down at you, that big goofy smile that you loved so much. "I love you too, and thank you."

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #spencer reid #spender reid x reader #spencer reid smut

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karmarox · 9 days

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Kallamar the Coward

Thinking about Kallamar in Cult of the Lamb, with how the lore and even his own siblings taunt him for being a coward and he even tries to bargain and sway you away from getting your revenge and killing him, even ready to throw Shamura under the bus to save himself, but then when you finally push him into a corner and he's forced to fight he not only busts out a bunch of weapons and starts quad-wielding them but he was once regarded by the fandom as being among the hardest bosses of the base game.

It got me thinking, was he always like this? Narinder certainly thinks so, but there's bias there. It's easy to just write him off as always being a mess like this...

But there's no denying he's the second in power after Shamura, Anchordeep is known for its beauty, he takes personal pride in the way he took care of his cult/area, and when in Purgatory out of all the bishops he's notably the most lucid/aware of where he is.

So I present this: After Narinder's sealing, Shamura was in no state to lead or give orders. The Bishops all had massive injuries that refused to heal. Who out of the 4 would immediately be assumed to be the one to take a leadership role? Who had comparatively more "manageable" injuries to take care of the other 3? And who would you assume is most likely to have medical experience to at least try to lessen the impact of all of their wounds?

Kallamar, Pestilence and Cure.

Early on after The One Who Waits was sealed away, Kallamar would have had to effectively take over the Old Faith while also caring for a broken beyond repair older sibling, who had always been the "Wise" one that the others blindly followed, yet was now barely even there at the best of times, and two younger siblings, one who was now permanently blind (and young/weak enough that they couldn't even muster a single Curse towards the Lamb before being crushed within days of their resurrection even years after the sealing, so just imagine how new to godhood they were back when this all started), and another who had had her throat torn out, all while downplaying his own wounds.

What if, then, at some point, he simply broke?

He resents Shamura, even potentially sincerely blames them for causing the entire thing (which Shamura confesses to), both leading them to turn on Narinder and also for leading everyone to killing the Lambs. He's still fond of Leshy, but from how quick to take charge Heket is, it's clear that after he proved unable to take the stress of it all, she was next in line as the "leader" of The Old Faith. There's gotta be some resentment there on both ends because of that, particularly with how quick he is to criticize how she took care of her territory.

And then compare how he is as a bishop to how he is as a follower. I think it's very very interesting that he goes from a dirty coward and absolute pathetic mess of anxiety and fear, to pleading directly to his own executioner for help, to being almost perfectly happy and content to simply be a Follower of the Lamb's cult. The others (minus Shamura, due to their condition) are resentful and quick to give sharp words to the Lamb, but Kallamar? It's like all his anxiety is gone with his godhood. He has nothing to fear anymore, and is almost ridiculously quick to be friendly to the Lamb and share his tastes in decor and pride in appearances with them. Not even in the "kissing up" way, he talks like they're equals. Is this what Kallamar was like, before everything? Is he actually HAPPIER as a Mortal now that all of the responsibility and fear of death is gone? Even secretly grateful?

There's no denying his cowardice. There's no denying it crossed a line when he was ready to betray Shamura when his nerves reached their limit. There's no denying that as much as he'd like to believe that he is absolved of guilt for The Old Faith's sins simply because he was just doing what Shamura told him to even if he claims he thought it was a bad idea.

But you also have to wonder what caused that cowardice to form, and what other feelings motivate his actions besides fear.

(tldr: sad squid was not ready to become the responsible one, especially not after going deaf and being traumatized. Has a mental breakdown halfway through raising the others due to not being able to actually deal with going deaf or being traumatized because it turns out being the god of physical health is different from mental health. Little sister ends up having to step up and be the mom now. Their relationship never recovered because of it, and he now blames the eldest for failing them and also for his own failures to cope. As a bonus developed an attachment to his own killer out of some weird warped perception of them "rescuing" him from his stress and then from death itself.)

#Cult of the Lamb #Kallamar #character study #Headcanon #Lore #my stuff #my writing #story #storytelling

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moralesispunk · 10 months

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Can't Sleep

Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: You can't sleep and Marcus comes up with a plan to fix that

Warnings: established relationship, oral (f receiving), kissing

Word Count: 1k (very short and sweet)

It has been hours since you first woke up.

Your side of the bed was now uncomfortably warm from all of the tossing and turning, sticking your leg out and back in from under the duvet while flipping your pillow over so many times that neither was the cool side anymore.

You groan and rub your eyes that are sore from watching the clock turn from 1:23 to 3:46 without a wink of sleep.

Marcus stayed snoring softly beside you, barely moving an inch throughout all of your fidgeting with one arm thrown over his head and the other resting on his chest as he dreamt away while you grew more and more frustrated with your mind's inability to turn off.

It was your best friend’s birthday tomorrow and you still needed to get a card, which you had meant to do after work but those files had got lost and so you had to stay late. And you were in charge of picking up the cake so you had to do that tomorrow as well. But that was on the other side of town so you would have to get ready early, go get the cake, then drive all the way back again in time for the barbecue. Then there was your prescription you had to pick up but the pharmacy was closed on Sundays and you would be out of your current pack by then so you would have to get that on the way to the cake shop…

Eventually you stopped clock watching and instead turned to face Marcus, taking in the stronge slope of his nose and pouring lips. His hair that was even messier than usual despite his head barely moving on the pillow from the second his eyes close to the second they open in the morning. The small furrow between his brows that was present even when dreaming, like he had to solve every problem that came his way even when asleep.

You didn't want to wake him with any more tossing and turning, especially not when he looked so peaceful, and so you slowly pushed your weight up to your elbows, thinking about the spare room down the hall, but before you could move any further a soft palm wrapping around your forearm stopped you.

“Where you goin’?”

You looked back down at Marcus, his dark eyes blinking up at you.

Hushing him softly, you tried to move away but he held on to you. “I just can't sleep. I’m going to go to the spare room. Go back to sleep.”

The crease between his brows deepens, his head shaking back and forth against the pillow as he tugs on your arm until you’re laying back down beside him.

“Nope.”

“Marcus-”

“No.”

“I don't want to keep you up, too.”

He doesn't respond to that, instead pulling you until you're instinctively wrapping around him with a leg thrown over his waist and your hand resting on his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks instead.

“Thinking about everything I need to do tomorrow,” you reply, already feeling more relaxed as his fingers trail up and down your back, bumping your sleep shirt up higher until the bottom of your back is exposed and he starts dragging his fingers back and forth across your soft skin.

“That's tomorrow’s problem,” he replies, kissing the top of your head.

“I still can't stop thinking about it.”

It's something you can't help. Your mind is always twirling a million different thoughts, especially when you lie in bed with the near silence - Marcus's snoring and the brown noise track playing softly through the speaker Marcus set up by your side of the bed is usually enough to help you sleep but not tonight. Tonight your mind is just too loud.

Marcus must sense this, rolling you until you're lying on your back and he's hovering over you, his elbows planted by either side of your head and his still half-sleeping eyes looking down at you.

“Want me to help?” He asks, his voice rough but only partly with sleep, partly with whatever thoughts are now running through his mind as he nuzzles against your neck.

“I don't know how you can-”

You cut yourself off with a moan when he grinds himself down against you.

“Will you let me take care of you?” He mumbles against your skin, dragging the neck of your shirt down enough to kiss along your collarbone. “Hm?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you down your chest, lifting your t-shirt up to bare your stomach and kissing along the soft skin there before settling between your legs. He slowly drags your shorts down your legs, kissing as he goes, before settling back between your spread thighs.

He goes slowly, stopping to kiss up and down your thighs he holds over his shoulders or licks along the crease at your thigh. He does it until your body stops feeling tense and starts to relax back into the mattress, your moans turning to breathy gasps and your orgasm is accompanied only by a slight arch of your back and and your hand running up and down his forearm until he comes to wrap it in his palm as he squeezes it once, his thumb rubbing along your wrist.

Your face is turned into the pillow, your body is pilant against the mattress, your hand stroking across his strong shoulders.

“Still worried about tomorrow?” He asks and your lips twist into a frown.

“Well, a little. I still have so much to do. The cake. The prescription-”

“I’ll pick up the damn cake,” he mutters between your legs.

You choke back a laugh, turning and looking down to find the way Marcus lifts his head enough to look up at you as his eyes crinkle at the side from amusement and a soft smile covers his face.

“I’ll pick up the cake. I’ll go to the pharmacy. I’ll do whatever, but we can talk about that when the sun is up. Right now…” He dips his head, nipping the inside of your thigh with his teeth before licking and kissing away the pain. “Right now I want to make you come again,” he mutters.

And he does. He holds you through it as he brings you to the edge three more times, the final pulling you into a sleep as he kisses up your stomach and chest, nuzzling against your neck and pulling you to his chest.

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

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#marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x y/n #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike #marcus pike fic

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nervoushottee · 7 months

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A Solemn Promise Ch. 4 | Joel Miller Series

Summary: A blast from the past.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, guns, like I said previously: just regular the last of us shit.

NOTE PLEASE READ: From this chapter on out, I will be turning reader into more of an OC character. I will keep it in second pov so it still reads how its been (using you, instead of she while reading/writing). However reader will have a name that she will be called throughout the series. You can see a bit of it in this chapter but it will pop up more withthin the rest of the series. Doing this truly helps me get more into the character and into writing this fic.

Thank you for reading that big ass note. Also, Thank you SO MUCH for all the love I've been getting for this fic. It means so much to me truly...Enjoy!

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Joel wasn’t surprised to see the dead bodies in the hallway when he did.

When Tess told him earlier that Robert had fucked up with the battery, his hope for it slowly disappeared with each waking hour. He barely had any hope to begin with. But what made him keep pushing was to find his younger brother.

To find Tommy. Help him, protect him and/or get him out of any trouble he probably put himself in. Because that’s what being an older sibling is. To protect the ones that are younger than you like a parent would. No matter if you were told to or not. And no matter how many years went by, or how old they got, that is what Joel was and always would be.

So when Tess revealed that the battery the two of them had been putting all their marbles on was simply a piece of junk in the middle of the hallway, Joel didn’t react. He knew Tess was angry, hell so was he internally, but who wouldn’t blame her from what she had gone through the night before. Joel simply just knew it was back to square one.

He perked up at the sound of someone else being in the hallway. With the bullet wounds in all the dead bodies that littered the hallway, he already assumed there would be more danger ahead. Joel walked ahead of Tess with his gun raised as he followed the sound.

Slowly with each step, the sounds grew louder. And just from listening, Joel didn’t think it was anything dangerous, but still proceeded with caution. He peaked out from the corner of the hallway to see two women injured.

One woman tried to stand and walk away from what looked like a battlefield. Blood on both of them showing that although they survived, they still took damage. Joel slowly walked toward them, aiming his gun at the ready. The question was, would he shoot first ask questions later? Or vice versa.

He didn’t have time to answer when a door to his right swung open to a young girl charging at him with a knife. He didn’t waste anytime to throw her to the ground with his gun aimed at her face.“Fuck.” the girl muttered, winded from the sudden shove to the wall.

“Joel?”, he turned his head to see that one of the injured women he almost shot was no other than someone he really didn’t feel like seeing.

“Marlene?”

Marlene doesn’t say anything else to him. Instead she brings her attention to the young girl Joel had just pushed. Asking her if she was alright, in which the girl responded with a nod of her head. Her eyes were still staring at Joel. Full of bravery and fear all tied together as she reached to collect her switchblade. Joel doesn’t hesitate to press his foot firm into the weapon to keep her from getting it back.

What the hell was a young girl doing in the middle of this mess? Let alone with Marlene and the Fireflies.

“Ellie.” Marlene says to calm the girl down.‘So that was the girl's name’. Joel thought to himself. Ellie's attention didn’t move away from him until Marlene called her name a second time. Finally, Ellie turned her head to Marlene, her eyes widened to see the two older women bloodied and injured. “Oh shit!” she exclaims as she stares at Marlene’s side.

The older woman dismissed her worries, “You can’t be stupid like this.” she says to Ellie with exhaustion in her voice. Both her and Kim lowered their weapons.

Joel hears Tess walking into the hallway with the rest of them and she isn’t pleased from what he could tell. “So this is who Robert screwed us over with? The Che Guevara of Boston? I mean, war must be pretty bad for you to be buying from scum like him.” she taunts.

“Yeah it kinda has been. The merch was bad and he obviously didn’t take fuck off for answer.”

Marlene says.

Typical Robert. Joel didn’t trust that man to give him a drink of water if he was simply thirsty. Let alone keep his end of the bargain for something as big as a car battery. But when you’re desperate, you’re desperate. And he was, hell, even the Fireflies were from he could see.

“What do you need a car battery for?” he asked her, ignoring the plead from Ellie, asking him to let go of her knife.

The girl didn’t take him ignoring her as an actual answer. Reaching out to grab the weapon still sitting under Joel’s shoe. He turns his gun back on her, honestly not having the patience with the kid in the first place. “Don’t.”

Not even a split second after he aims his gun at the young girl, two more guns are aimed back at him. He hears the sound of Tess aiming her gun at Marlene and the other woman he didn’t know.

“Not at her…Point it at me.” Marlene says to him quickly.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps coming from behind the two women. Both of them not moving, guns still aimed at Joel almost if they knew who was approaching them.

“Ellie?!?” he heard a woman exclaim. Her voice grows louder and louder as she rounds the corner and finally comes into view.

You.

It felt as if Joel’s heart had almost stopped. He could’ve thought he was dead right then and there as he locked eyes with you. There you were, twenty years later. Stuck in this mess of what the world was, just like him.

Twenty years older than what you both were all those years ago. You were here and you were alive.

How were you even alive?

He mourned you, he remembers finding out that you were no longer here. It was like the final piece to the puzzle of losing the rest of his humanity. The warm feeling of love and hope went away when his girls left him. When you left him.

How the fuck weren’t you dead? Where was your kid? Their kid? Joel couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Still stuck in a daze of disbelief, the grip on his gun loosened. His aim towards the young girl started to falter, dropping slowly. You hadn’t said a word. You too had been taken back from the sudden blast from the past. Joel could tell as much when he saw your feet falter as if you were taking steps to run back in the way you came in. He watched your eyes trail down at him from his head, to his chest to his hands that were still gripping the gun he was aiming loosely at Ellie.

And almost if a switch flipped, the sudden shock you had on your face was quickly wiped away with anger. You didn’t hesitate to raise your gun at him. “You’d lower that if you know what’s good for you.” you snapped.

Joel still didn’t move. Still shocked to see you alive and standing there. “Do I need to shoot you for you to understand? What I’m saying is not a request.�� you speak to him again. The anger is still in your voice. “Woods enough.” Marlene says to you, her eyes not leaving the situation in front of her. “Joel, point it at me.”

Woods. He didn’t think he’d hear that last name in so long. He didn’t know if that brought him anxiety or comfort.

Joel turns his head back at the young girl, whose eyes hadn’t left the barrel of the gun. Her hands are raised in surrender when Joel sees her. The bravery he could tell was just oozing out of her the moment she came out that door had gone. Her breath was heavy as she waited on his next move. Slowly, Joel moves his gun away from her and aims it at Marlene. He can hear her sigh of relief as he does.

Marlene and Kim both lower their guns. You keep it straight forward for a few seconds, before lowering it also. “To answer your question, I need it for a better reason than you do. No offense, but Tommy is just one man.

Joel eyebrows furrowed and he looked back up at you, you had done the same reaction. He doubted it was for the same reason. He quickly looks back at Tess who was just as confused as he was because how the fuck did Marlene know?

“It’s our job to know things.” Marlene states, knowing the reason for Joel's confusion.

He scoffs, “To know things? You’re the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.”

Marlene rolls her eyes, adjusting her stance and applying more pressure against her wound.

“That was a lot of gunfire. FEDRA’s going to be on the way.” Kim says to her. He sees you get closer to Marlene. Coming closer into the light he can get a better glimpse of you. You were bleeding. You knuckles bloody, a cut on your lower lip and the side of your neck had what looked like a cut from a knife.

“Kim’s right. We gotta go Marlene.” you add, staring at the woman. And Marlene knew, she said as much. But Joel didn’t see she was in a hurry to move. “We were going to move Ellie out of the zone tonight, but we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while anyway.”

“So now I’m thinking…you’re gonna do it.”

Joel didn’t like the sound of that fucking statement. No way in hell him or Tess was going to waste their time on some girl. “The hell we are.”

You and Ellie had the same sentiments as you both exclaimed with the same attitude.

“I’m not going with them!”

“Marlene what the fuck?!?” You exclaim. Kim takes a step closer to her as she speaks. “Let me and Woods take her. That was the plan anyway, we’re just a few people short.”

Joel didn’t want to entertain this any fucking longer. His night was waisted, his battery was gone, and he’d have to go home and start back over again at square fucking one. To try and find a way to get to Tommy. “Tess, we don't have time for this.” He insisted. But from the looks of it, Tess was intrigued. “Who is she?”

“To you? She’s cargo.” Marlene replied quickly back to her.

Joel still wasn’t having it, pushing the statement that it wasn’t going to happen. “We don’t smuggle people.” He could tell his statement was ignored as you, Marlene and Kim both converse among yourselves.

“Let us take her Marlene, I can do it.” Kim pushed. Marlene didn’t waste any time to lay it down on her. “Kim, you don’t have a fuckin’ ear on your fuckin’ head!” And she was right, the woman’s right ear was gone, leaving just blood and scar tissue in its wake.

“And what’s your excuse for me?” you demand from Marlene. Taking a step closer to her, “We both know that I’m not going anywhere without here and I won’t fuck this up.”

Marlene sighs, nodding her head softly. “You're right.”

“Woods you go with them.” she says loudly for both him and Tess to hear.

It was like Marlene loaded the gun and pulled the trigger all at the same time. Joel didn’t want to do this. Despite knowing you were alive, it wouldn’t be good for him. Or you. It would bring up things about himself, about his past that he spent years pushing away to stay alive. “Are you even listening to me?” Joel questions.

He sees you shake your head, “That wasn’t the plan Marlene.” you say bitterly.

And as if Marlene was through with the back and forth she turns around quickly but regrets it with a groan from her chest. Her injury is still causing pain from being left untreated. “The plan was to send you and Ellie out there with a group of us, not just you. What if you die? What then?”

You try to protest at the question but Marlene doesn’t give you time to do it.

“There’s a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House.” Joel shook his head as he scoffed at what Marlene was telling them. “So why don’t you let Woods take her like she wants. No use needing us.” Joel snaps, putting emphasis on what they’d been calling you.

“I can get her there faster, those two would just slow me down.” You say to Marlene but your eyes never leave Joel’s. Slow you down? How the hell would you even know if him and Tess would “slow you down”?

“Is that right?” Joel question.

“Damn right.” you say without hesitation.

Joel didn’t know why he was upset at your assumption. He should just leave it alone, he didn’t want to be around you in the first place.

“Both of you enough.” Marlene sighs, “I know what’s out there. We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason. But now, I don’t have a truck, I don’t have a squadron and for the last time Woods, you going out there by yourself is too risky of a chance for me to take. You know that.” she states. You sigh, shaking your head. In a way, Joel could tell that you knew she was right.

For whatever reason why this girl needed to get out of the city, it seemed important enough that the three of you were willing to get shot for her when Joel raised his gun

“FEDRA is five minutes away, and what I do know is that I have you. And I know what you both are capable of. For better or worse.” Marlene finishes. “What are they capable of?”, the young girl's eyes widened in intrigue at the woman’s statement.

“Ellie, not now.” you say to her quietly.

Joel had noticed that Tess hadn’t said much of anything since she asked who Ellie was to them. Still listening to Marlene’s proposal and letting him do all the talking.

“You get her there safely with Woods and they’ll give you what you need. Not just a battery. The whole thing. Fueled-up truck, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.”

Now that was something that perked his interest. He turns to Tess to she what she thinks, the woman tilting her head in the other direction so the two of them could talk about it privately. He walked over to her but not before sliding Ellie’s knife further away from her. “Asshole!” the girl exclaims.

Joel doesn’t react to her insult as he walks over to Tess. But he hears the sound of footsteps coming towards him and turns briefly to see you walking over to Ellie. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” your questions full of concern as you place a gentle hand against the back of her head.

Ellie quickly shakes her head, “No but you are. What happened?”

Joel turns away quickly. An old, yet painful memory creeps up his skin that makes him think of what could have been. Years before all of this happens. He forces it away before walking back to Tess, who had seen the whole thing.“You trust her? Marlene?” Joel gives her a look that clearly indicates he doesn’t. “Me either, but she seems desperate.”

“Firefly vehicle usually means repurposed FEDRA stuff. So, better than a decent chance of making it to Tommy in one of those.” Joel tells her. He hated to admit it and truly didn’t want to do it in the first place, but it was the best chance they could get. It was either this or going home and starting all over again.

Tess nodded, agreeing with Joel’s statements. The woman still stood there, giving him a look that he could tell she wasn’t satisfied. Like she wanted to say something else. “What?” Joel pushes.

“Who is she to you?” Tess questions.

Joel knew who Tess was referring to. You. The woman he mourned, the woman that haunts his dreams from time to time still after all these years. You who makes him think of his past self that is no longer a part of him.

He could play dumb and ask her who she meant. He could act like he didn’t have a clue who you were. But he knew better, Tess knew better.

“Nobody important.” he dismisses

Joel can tell that’s not the answer Tess wanted from him, and didn’t doubt for a second that she would press on it more later. He tries to change the subject, “The second we hand that kid over-”

“Y’all can talk this through but please remember I’m bleeding out.” Marlene says loudly with desperation. Reluctantly, he and Tess make the decision quicker than they would like.

“Okay. Here’s the deal.” Tess begins as she walks back over to the group of women. You were still crouching down at Ellie’s level. Your hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll get her to your crew at the State House. But before we hand her over, they give us everything we want. If not we kill her. There and then.”

“Not with me there you won’t.” You say, standing quickly in defense against the young girl.

‘Who was she to you?’ Joel thought. A small brief thought lingered in his brain, bringing up something, or better yet, someone, who he could’ve thought she was to you. But from the looks of it, the girl was pretty young. And who Joel didn’t want to think too hard about would’ve been way older by now.

“Deal.” Marlene agrees.

Ellie scoffs, “Really? That fast?” the girl looks between you and Marlene.

Marlene sighs, “You are all that matters. My team won’t jeopardize that. Woods knows that.” she tilts her head up to acknowledge you. You look down at Ellie before speaking to her, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Remember what I told you…go get your backpack.” The injured woman instructs. Ellie doesn’t move, still upset about the decision.

“Ellie, go.” you say to her, the young girl looks at you. Almost pleading for this exchange not to happen. In the end she sighs, reluctantly getting up to get her things. Stomping in her wake.

Ellie comes back out with her things, heading to stand towards you. Joel watches as she stares at Marlene. “Let’s go.” Tess tells them as she walks back the way they came. Ellie stares at Marlene a little longer as do you.

Both Marlene and Kim nod their head at you as a goodbye. You reciprocate the gesture and softly pull Ellie’s arm for her to start walking. You don’t look at Joel as you pass him. Your eyes straight forward as you head the same way Tess goes. Ellie shoves Joel’s shoulder with her body as she walks past him, causing him to turn in annoyance. Watching as she grabs the knife he had kicked away from her.

He sees you stand and wait for her to catch up to you. Your arm extended toward her, you fingers wiggling softly for the young girl to take.

“Joel…” Marlene calls for him, causing Joel to turn away from the gesture he just watched between you and Ellie. “Don’t fuck this up…Please.” If this didn’t finalize how desperate Marlene and the Fireflies were then he didn’t know what would. Without a word, Joel turns and leaves. Leaving the two women alone once again.

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anoa-eunoia · 1 year

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Run - Dark! Tyler Galpin x Reader

Run.

Just run.

Don't look back.

Run.

Y/n kept telling herself. It had been almost 3 months since her and Tyler had supposedly disappeared and after building his trust up and convincing him she wouldn't leave no matter what she managed to make her escape in the dead of night.

So there she was running for her life bare foot in the snow knowing the second he arrived home and realised she wasn't there all hell would brake lose but what she didn't know is that he'd already been home and wasn't too far behind her. Her chest felt tight.

"Y/n." She heard his voice not far behind her she ducked behind a tree holding her breath "Baby, I know you're here... just come out and we can go home and everything will be okay." She didn't move a muscle until she thought he was gone before she started running again only this time she took a misstep before stumbling and landing on her ankle she let out a Yelp

"There you are princess." She heard from in front of her but she wasn't going down that easily. She stood up adrenaline masking the pain before she began running once again "stop running y/n. This isn't a game anymore, I'm not in the mood to play." He snapped before she buckled once more falling to the ground.

"No, No, No, get away from me." She practically screamed shuffling on her back trying to moved from him. He let out a menacing laugh as he stood in front her he grabbed her Cheeks, gripping so tight she couldn't breathe.

"Oh Princess did you think you could get away that easily?" He said pain shooting through her face he had definitely drawn blood for how tight he gripped her face. He had her now. She let out a loud sob, not out of fear of him. But because she was so fucking close to getting away but he HAD to notice she was gone so soon and start gaining on her in no time. He had the upper hand until she noticed a fairly large rock that she could just about reach

"What made you think I'd just let you get away?" He said she could hear the venom in his voice they heard a voice in the distance and while he was distracted by it she took it as her opportunity to grab the rock and with as much force as she could she hit him over the head with it causing him to fall off her her and with that she got up running faster than she had before pain shooting up her leg. She soon realised where she was when she saw a shed with its lights on in the distance which only made her run faster.

She got to the shed realising it was none other than Xavier’s studio . Y/n pounded on the door with everything she could turning back to see He wasn't to far away "PLEASE!" She yelled banging on the door harder before she felt an arm around her pulling her away from the house as the door swung open

"Y/n?" She heard the voiced Xavier before he realised what was going on

“Get off of her!" He yelled running at him with a bat in his hands

"Don't make me kill you Xavier.” Tyler said but Xavier didn't know what to do. He swung his bat only for Tyler to throw y/n to the ground before charging at Xavier hitting his as hard as he could knocking the wind out of him

"Leave him alone!" Y/n begged as Xavier only fought back this time getting thrown a few feet away his head hitting the ground leaving him on the floor unable to do anything

"Oh Y/n look what you've done, I can never trust you." She cried out again as he slammed his knee into her stomach his other foot stepping on her ankle sending her tumbling to the ground "God what am I gonna do with you now?, l can't have my Girl running away from me now can I?” He dug his nails into her face as tried pushing him off

"Stop please, I'm sorry I'll be good." She begged he shook his head

"oh it's too late for begging now Doll. I'll make sure you'll never leave me again." He said she could feel her vision getting blurry from the pain as she continued to try fight him off more concerned for Xavier’s safety if she blacked out rather than her own.

“Ty - please… I’m sorry, please Tyler. I love you!” she sobbed his hold on her loosened slightly as those last three words left her mouth

“Liar!”

“No Tyler I do, I love you!” She wasn’t lying she hated him more than she thought was possible but she did love him. He made her feel loved and wanted but in a fucked up way that made him need serious help.

“Say it again.” He said and in that moment she saw the Tyler she fell in love with all those months ago. The Tyler that would have never dreamed of hurting her. The Tyler that cried while they watched high school musical two. The Tyler that used to sneak into nevermore at night to read to her until she fell asleep. The Tyler that loved her not the Tyler that was obsessed with her.

“I love you.” She whispered her words hardly audible as she felt herself slowly drifting out of consciousness until she was completely out of it.

It was a matter of hours later when her eyes fluttered open. Her face burned as she came too and it hurt to breathe. It was only when she noticed Tyler sat across from her that she also noticed the chains around her ankles and wrists

“Ty… no please.” She said pulling at the chains tears streaming down her cheeks he just sighed before getting up from his spot crouching by her head.

“I’m sorry Doll, but until you prove that you’re going to be a good girl it’s for your own good.” He told her reaching up to wipe her tear away. She would have usually flinched but she’d given up. All hope she’d had of ever being free was gone.

He had won

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brittscafe · 10 months

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No thoughts head empty, just thinking about

Needy and clingy reader but Nnoitra keeps teasing her , until the reader ignores him and Nnoitra starts to get pissed off. So, it's time for Nnoitra to show her who's truly in charge here >:)

(so in conclusion; i was asking for a rough sex with Nnoitra)

Ps. I love reading your stuff , you write the character's so well. Take your time and take care~

Aw of course! Sorry for the long wait <3

Your heart was pounding against your chest as Nnoitra was towering over you, his arm hanging above your head on the wall. A smirk tugs on Nnoitra's face as he hovers his lips above yours.

"I have work to do," Nnoitra speaks sternly, turning his back towards you and walks away. You clench your fists as the anger pumps through your veins and you scoff quietly.

You march down the hall and into your private quarters. You plop down on your bed and let out a deep sigh.

Every time you've tried to even touch Nnoitra, he comes up with some excuse. You're getting restless and tired of it.

Time passes by...maybe an hour and Nnoitra slips inside your shared room. You keep your gaze on the sheets of the bed as you lay on your stomach and Nnoitra cocks an eyebrow.

"I'm finished with my work, y/n," Nnoitra calls out, sitting down beside you. You shrug your shoulders and Nnoitra knits his eyebrows together.

He reaches out towards you, but you quickly roll off the bed and Nnoitra huffs quietly.

"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. You shoot him a harsh glare and cross your arms over your chest.

"You've been teasing me all day, Nnoitra. I'm over it," you seethe out, rolling your eyes with annoyance. Nnoitra runs his tongue over his bottom lip and stands up.

He marches over to you, towering over you and grabbing onto your waist. You try to squirm your way out of his grasp, but you're pinned against the wall.

You press your hands to his chest and barely push him away. He only stumbles back for a per second and you slip out from his grasp.

You start making a beeline towards the door when Nnoitra grabs onto your wrist. A tiny grunt leaves your lips as your body is pressed up against the wall.

"You're not going anywhere," Nnoitra growls into your ear, sending a chill down your spine. His free hand grabs onto your jaw and slightly squeezes it.

You grit your teeth and gaze into his dark eyes. Nnoitra's eye rakes over your face, eager for him and a grin tugs on his pale face.

"Go on. Tell me what you want," Nnoitra demands and you whimper quietly.

"Fuck me," you mumble out, meeting his dark gaze.

"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up, princess," Nnoitra teases you, his fingers running up your thigh.

"I want you to fuck me, Nnoitra. I want your cock inside of me," you beg him and he chuckles deeply. His fingers start to rub your clothed clit and your mouth gapes open.

Nnoitra other hand grabs onto your wrist and he drags you over to the bed. He shoves you down onto the edge of the bed on your knees and hands.

"Your wish is my command," Nnoitra comments, his voice spiraling around in your mind. Your wetness starts to soak through your underwear as Nnoitra tugs down your pants.

He slaps your clothed cunt and you gasp loudly. You glare back at him and scowl.

"Go on. Beg for it, y/n," he demands, positioning himself behind you.

"Please, Nnoitra. I want your fingers inside of me, now," you whimper out and he places a kiss on the blade of your shoulder.

"Good girl," he gently brushes your hair. Nnoitra roughly slams his fingers inside of your cunt and an electric chill shocks your spine.

"Ah!" you moan out as his fingers stay still. You whimper and gaze at him over your shoulder.

"Go on. You know what to do," Nnoitra growls out and you clench the bedsheets.

You start to impale yourself on his fingers, going in and out. Each time you make sure to thrust far enough to have his fingers curl at your bead, rubbing it roughly.

Your hips start to pick up the pace, broken moans and gasps leaving your lips.

"Nnoitra, I'm gonna cum," you warn him, your stomach twisting into hard knots. A smirk tugs on Nnoitra's face as you cry out, your cum spilling onto his fingers.

He pulls out his fingers as you pant heavily, trying to recover from the workout. His eyes gaze at his cum coated fingers and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Go on. See how good you taste," Nnoitra suggests, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to turn your head and you open your mouth. He shoves his cum covered fingers inside of your mouth and swirls them around.

Your tongue burns with the taste of your own cum and you moan quietly. Nnoitra quickly undresses himself, grabbing his hard cock and lining it up with your soaking entrance.

He thrusts deep inside of you and your jaw drops open.

"Ah!" you scream out, his cock filling you up and you squeeze the bedsheets until your knuckles turn bright white.

There was no stopping Nnoitra, he was going to break you in half.

His thrusts don't slow down and his cock slams up against your sensitive bud. Your walls clench around his hard cock and Nnoitra groans quietly.

He wraps his fingers around your hair and pulls it back, earning a loud moan out of you.

"Fuck, Nnoitra!" you scream out, moaning into the bed. Tears start to race down your cheeks from the immense pleasure.

"Go on, cum for me," Nnoitra demands, his balls slapping up against your skin. Nnoitra slaps your ass, watching it jiggle and he moans, throwing his head back.

You thought his thrusts at the end would be slower and softer, but they weren't. If anything, he was slamming his cock inside of you, torturing you.

His cock sinks in and out of you, your own body barely able to hold up.

"Ah-mhm!" you moan out as Nnoitra spreads your cheeks apart, watching as you're already start to leak out onto his cock. Nnoitra's arm wraps around your stomach and he pulls you back onto his cock roughly.

The fiery pit inside of your stomach unreleased and you scream out, squirting all over his cock. Nnoitra groans loudly and his breath shudders.

The thrusts start to become sloppier as his hand reaches down, flicking your clit and you whimper quietly. Nnoitra's cock twitches inside of you and he groans loudly, cum filling you up.

Nnoitra pants heavily and leans over on your back, resting his head there for a moment. His cock slowly slides out of you and you let out a heavy breath.

His weight crushes you down onto the bed and you grunt into the covers.

"Such a good girl for me," Nnoitra comments, stroking your hair and flipping you onto your stomach. Sweat gathers on your forehead and Nnoitra leans down, placing a kiss on your stomach.

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oreolemur · 8 days

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My Scary Lover- Bakugo Fanfic

After weeks of avoiding your boyfriend, you stayed hidden in your apartment, ignoring the constant banging of fists against the door. “Open the fucking door, Y/N”, he would yell. You would put on your headphones, blasting music in your ears. The man’s presence sent chills down your spine. It was like walking on eggshells with your lover. His short-tempered personality was a problem you couldn’t tolerate anymore. “Y/N!!”, Bakugo yelled. He shook the doorknob, pounding even harder. The people in the apartment building had to call the cops on him several times. It became so bad to the point where he was restricted from stepping foot on the property. “Why did I ever give him a chance?”, you wondered. You tried to clear your head by taking a long hot bubble bath. You turned on some music and poured a glass of wine. “I’ll file a restraining order on him”.

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An hour later, you did your nightly skin care routine, and headed to bed. The weather outside was bad as it had been constantly raining and thundering. “Luckily my power is still on”. You closed your eyes, hoping for sweet dreams. As you laid to rest, you suddenly heard something fall in the living room. You jumped up, getting out of bed to check and see what it was. The moment you opened your bedroom door, you heard something else fall. “Hello?”, you called out. Your apartment was dark. The only light that entered was from the patio. “If there’s someone in here, I’m calling the cops”. You slowly approached the kitchen, reaching for a knife.

Bakugo watched from a distance as you held the knife tightly in your hand. "She really thinks a knife can stop me, huh?", he thought to himself. "Is anyone there?", you called out again, standing in the kitchen. The man smirked at the sound of your voice and remained silent. He was watching. He wanted to see you squirm. As you walked back to your room, Katsuki charged from behind. He slammed into you, knocking you down to the floor and pinning you down with his body weight. "What were you thinking, huh?", he shouted angrily.

Katsuki was visibly upset that you avoided him. After all, he did end up being arrested because of the disturbances . "I don't want to see you", you said. "Too bad, sweetheart", he replied, moving his body closer to yours as he pushed his face closer to yours. His hot breath was searing into your skin and his eyes seemed to bore into yours. Katuski slapped you. A tear fell from your eye as your cheek began to bruise. "That was just the first one", he whispered menacingly, his lips barely moving from your face. He grabbed your chin and turned your face upwards. Katsuki wasn't lying. He gave you another hard slap in the same spot. Your second slap hurt worse than the first, and tears now streamed down your cheeks.

Bakugo's expression remained blank and unreadable as he continued to hold your face. His eyes were staring into yours, his lips almost touching yours for a prolonged period. He smashed his lips onto yours. Bakugo's tongue slipped past the thin barrier of your lips and danced around inside your mouth. His tongue was rough and aggressive. As he kissed you, he pinned you down further. Katsuki bit your lip, causing you to whimper and cry out in pain. He continued to kiss you and hold you tightly before pulling away. Bakugo licked the blood from his lip, savoring the taste as he looked at you with a predator stare. His eyes seemed to shine with an inhuman glow.

He leaned in close again and whispered into your ear. "You think you can avoid me, but no matter where you hide, I will find you and punish you for it. You're nothing but a helpless toy for me to play with, and I will have my own fun with your body”. Bakugo got off of you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you towards your bedroom. He threw you down onto your bed and pinned you down, his body weight pressing into you and making you feel claustrophobic. Katsuki squeezed your cheeks tightly, making you whimper in pain as the pressure against your bruise increased. His grip was tight and painful, his eyes focused on your tear-filled eyes as if he was studying your reactions.

“Please…stop”, you struggled to speak. Your boyfriend smiled as he let go. He removed his shirt, exposing his toned muscular body. He got off you, throwing his shirt to the side. “Take off your clothes”, he demanded. You sat up, staring at him with tearful eyes. You couldn’t make up your mind, whether or not you should listen to him or try to fight back. You knew the man was stronger than you and faster. “Do I need to undress you myself?”, he gritted. “Hurry up and take them off”. He began to unbuckle his belt. Taking it off, he swung it back, bringing it down to hit your leg. “Fuck!”, you winced, rubbing your thigh. You saw him beginning to approach you again. This caused you to quickly grab your shirt to undress.

Bakugo watched you get naked, biting his lip in satisfaction as he had you right where he wanted. Under his control. “Stand up”, he said. You did as told, standing in front of him as you covered your body. He grabbed your arm, forcing it to move away from your chest. He glared at your breasts, observing how pretty they were. “You still have the scar I gave you”, he chuckled. He gestured for you to come here. “Get on your knees”. You dropped down, knowing what he wanted.

He undid his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung up, hitting his lower stomach. “Open your fucking mouth”. The minute your lips parted, he grabbed your head, shoving it down his shaft. Katsuki’s thrust was hard. He didn’t let you adjust as he penetrated your throat. You gagged as you struggled to take him. Your nose hit his pelvis as you tried to hold onto his waist for support. He pulled your head off, rubbing his cock on your face. “I bet you missed the taste, you slut”. He inserted himself back into your mouth. He continued to use your mouth as a cum dispensary, soon dropping his load down your throat. You swallowed his cum, feeling the warm liquid go down to your stomach.

“Look at me”, he grabbed your throat, choking you. “From now on, when you address me, you greet me on your knees like a good pet”, he grinned. Still holding onto your neck, he forced you up, pushing you on the bed. Bakugo spread your legs open as he stood between them. Your pussy was wet and the man saw your juices slowly drip onto the mattress. He rubbed his cock on your cunt, stimulating your clit. “Mmph”, you moaned. His tip played with your sensitive bud, making you blush. Without warning, he thrusted into your tight walls. You gasped in shock as it had been awhile since you last had Katsuki’s dick.

He fucked you hard, brusing your cervix. “You made me go to jail”, he groaned. “You know how many days I spent in that cold ass cell!”. He flipped you on your stomach, interesting your cunt from behind. He made you get on all fours, causing you to feel his cock even more. Your ass slammed against his pelvis, making the room fill with clapping. He wrapped his arms around you, using your body for support. He went deep, stretching your pussy. “I’m gonna make sure you never do some dumb shit like that again”, he said.

Katsuki pulled out, turning you on your back again. You tried to get up, but he pushed you. “Stop”, you begged. “I’m sorry for what I did”. Your apology didn’t get through to him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it”, he replied. Bakugo shoved himself inside once more as he reached for your neck. He grabbed your throat, digging his nails into your skin. He scratched up your neck, leaving marks. “I mark my territory”, he said. “I’ll kill you before you ever think about leaving me, bitch”. He went harder, eventually making you bleed. The blood trickled down your pussy as your boyfriend let out a deep groan. He came inside you, filling you up with cum.

“Get cleaned up and make me something to eat”, he ordered. You were in pain from him raping you. Your cunt hurt so bad that it was hard to sit up. When you did, tears came rushing down as you cursed at Katsuki. “Fuck you!”, you shouted. He clenched his jaw, trying to control his anger. “I’m going to let that slide for now”, he said. He got dressed, leaving himself shirtless. You sat on the edge of the bed, crying. “What the fuck are you crying for?”, Bakugo questioned. “It’s me and you forever. You can’t get away from me, dollface”.

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Wrapped in Red - Day 2 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Elvis has been working nonstop lately in Vegas, leaving no room for your sex life. He gets a short break from work to celebrate the holidays with you and you have a wonderful Christmas with him. He is excited when he finds out his present is you, and it awakens something that's been sleeping for quite some time.

TW: Smut, sex, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2364

A/N: Here's day two, guys! Thank you for the request for this one, I love the red ribbon idea, and I hope you guys like it!

Usually, Elvis is up for sex whenever you're willing to give it to him. And wherever. There have been plenty of times where he's tried to take you in his car, at a party, in a local bathroom for Christ's sake. And you love this about him. But it's been almost a month since the two of you have been intimate, leaving you extremely sexually frustrated.

Elvis has been working shows in Vegas nearly every night, you know this is the reason he hasn't been satisfying his or your needs. By the time he gets home to you, you barely have time to cuddle up next to him before he's snoring at your side. But it's Christmas weekend and he just got some time off, so to say you're excited is an understatement. You are so exhilarated for this Christmas that you went out to the finest lingerie store you could find and found this gorgeous red ribbon lingerie that you knew would bring him to his knees. It's not much of an outfit, but more of a wrapping bow barely covering your most private parts. It's perfect for what you have in mind.

On Christmas day, Elvis is much more handsy with you than you expect. Maybe he's just as pent up as you are; you hope he is. He wakes you up like a little boy on Christmas.

"Sweat heart, wake up," he mumbles as he lightly shakes you. You open your eyes to find his blue orbs staring back at you, smiling like, well, a kid on Christmas. It makes you smile to yourself as you stretch awake. "Good morning, baby. Merry Christmas," he chirps and starts kissing all over your face. Your cheeks, nose, forehead. When he comes to your lips, the kiss is charged. You can tell he's needy for you. You start pushing him away, he can't spoil the present before you give it to him. "E, Give me some room, honey," you feign irritation, immediately missing his lips on yours. "Merry Christmas, handsome man," you whisper after he gives you those damn puppy dog eyes. You can't help but pull him back for a quick kiss before getting out of bed.

After you ask Elvis to get the presents ready, that you'll be down in a second, you rush to get ready, running over to the bottom of the closet where you've hidden your little present for him. You take it out and lift it up with both hands to view. You laugh quietly to yourself, it looks small enough to wrap on a present. After shimmying into it, you look over yourself in the mirror, twisting to look at the backside and back to the front again. It barely passes as clothing. Perfect. You quickly throw on a robe and slippers and trail downstairs to meet your expecting husband.

When you see him, he looks like heaven. His silk pajama pants are hanging onto his hips for dear life, his matching shirt riding up his chest as he reaches up to adjust an ornament that has gone out of place on the tree. It makes you bite down on your lip to stop a whine from escaping. You can't blow the surprise too soon. You slowly tiptoe behind him, wrapping your arms around his strong torso, kissing his back. He hums in pleasure as he leans into your touch. "I've missed you so much," he whispers, trailing his hand behind him to squeeze at your waist. "I've missed you too," you mumble, your grip on him tightening.

After having some breakfast, he pulls you on the floor with him and you nuzzle up into his back. You can feel his morning wood still prominent through his pants, but decide to ignore it, you would be taking care of it shortly. You start opening presents with him and it is a memory you never want to forget. You both laugh and exchange lingering kisses, his hand threading through yours.

"Okay, here's your last present," he says as he brings you over a small wrapped gift. "I hope you like it, sweet girl," he mumbles as he kisses your cheek. You quirk an eyebrow at him, noticing how much importance he's putting into this present. You slowly open it as his eyes trail over your face, awaiting your reaction. When the paper is off completely, you find yourself holding a music box. It's identical to the one your mother had that she would play for you so often as a child. One that you'd lost when she passed away and that you've never forgiven yourself for. Tears suddenly come to your eyes as memories flood of your mother. You open the box and are filled with love when it's the same tune she would play for you all those years ago. Tears fall from your eyes as your heart swells with love for this man. "Oh E...It's perfect," you whisper as you wipe a tear from your face. "C'mere baby," he breathes as he takes you in his arms holding you close.

After you both start putting away your gifts, you start nervously playing with the string on your robe. "Well, I have one other thing to give you, but it isn't nearly as good as the one you gave me," you say, but he quickly dismisses your comment. "Oh stop, I'm sure I'll love it, baby." He looks around for a present, and while his back is turned, you let the thin robe slip from your body, exposing the red ribbon your wearing. "(y/n), I don't see anyth-" he is stopped short when he turns around to face you. You suddenly wish you'd taken a picture of his expression because his eyes are so wide it looks like they could pop right out. His mouth hangs open at the sight of you, making you smile to yourself. "Oh," he breathes as his eyes rake over your body. He is like a deer in headlights, stuck to the spot he's standing. "Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come get your present?"

This encourages him to start moving as he quickly approaches you, immediately molding his lips to yours. You moan softly at the neediness of it as you wrap your hands around his neck. He sighs into your mouth, picking you up as he practically runs back to your room, shutting the door with his foot. "Jesus baby, you're gonna make me cum in my pants like a damn boy," he groans as he lays you on the bed, his eyes raking over your body again. You blush at his words as he brings lips to yours, trailing them down your neck. You decide to give him some attention as you roll on top of him, his eyes never leaving your form. "Let me give you your present, honey," you state as you nibble at his ear lobe. He can only nod in response as you unbutton his top. He leans up to help you take it off as you throw it somewhere in the room. You crawl in between his legs, pulling down his pants. His dick springs free as he's not wearing any boxers and you absentmindedly lick your lips in anticipation.

You look back up to him and his eyes are completely blown with lust. Seeing you about to suck him off wearing that pretty little outfit is enough to make him cum right then and there. You run your hands up and down his muscular thighs as you take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. His eyes roll back as he relaxes his head into the pillow. "Christ, baby," he hisses, making a wave of arousal course through you as you take him deeper. You hear him gasp above you as he gently places his hand on your head. You look back at him and his eyes are locked on you. Seeing you look up at him while in such a position has him softly bucking his hips into you. "I wanna fuck your pretty mouth," he mumbles with hooded eyes. This makes you moan onto his dick as you nod in response. He can only groan as he pulls his hips back, and snaps them back up, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag at the contact, making him tighten his grip on your hair. You quickly recover as you start bobbing your head along with his thrusts, causing profanities to escape his lips. You reach down to play with his balls and he throws his head against the bed once more, clenching his jaw at the sensation. "Oh fuck," he groans as he picks up the pace, now nearly pounding his dick into the back of your throat.

You moan again at this, causing vibrations on his shaft. "Oh, baby, God Damn," he grits through his teeth, suddenly pulling you off of him. "Get on your hands and knees," he demands, causing a pool in your core as you nod. You get into position as you lean back a little, making sure your ass is on full display. This make him groan out as he smacks your ass unexpectedly, make a tiny squeal escape your throat. "Wanna fuck you with this damn outfit on," he grits out, his hands coming to your hips. This makes you moan as you rest your head on the pillows, clenching around nothing. "You want that baby? Want me to fuck you in your whore outfit?" This makes you bite your lip and moan softly. "Yes, please," you whimper, needed him so badly. Hearing you so needy for him makes a growl escape from his throat. Suddenly, you feel him rip the part of the outfit that covers your pussy. You might be annoyed with him if you weren't so turned on. Instead you push back against his hand as you feel his fingers travel to your core. "Damn, so fuckin' needy for me. It's been a while, hasn't it baby?" he moans as he trails his other hand along your ass. You can only moan in response as he brings his lips to your backside, softly kissing where he slapped just moments before. "I'll make up for it, sweat heart. Gonna fuck you so good." Without warning, he softly pushes himself into you, making you gasp out as you clench around him. He groans as he wastes no time pounding into you at a quick pace.

When you catch your breath, you cry out at finally feeling him inside you like this again. He grasps at your hips for leverage as he snaps his hips deeper inside you, making you moan loudly, biting down onto the pillow. With one hand gripping onto the silk sheets, your other comes down to circle at your clit. When he notices you pleasing yourself, he swats your hand away as he rubs you with the same gusto, making you cry out as you curl your toes in pleasure. "Such a good little slut for me. You take me so well, sweat heart," He groans picking up the pace, hitting the spot deep inside you that he always manages to find. "Fuck! Elvis," you shout as you squeeze your eyes shut in pure ecstasy. He brings his lips to your neck, biting as sucking harshly, leaving purple marks that will be there for a week. He trails his tongue over his work making you mewl out in pleasure. "You feel so fuckin' good 'round my cock, fuck," he groans out, now pulling back to fully slam into you, the sounds of slapping skin and moans echoing through the room; His name leaving you lips like a chant

"God Damn! You're so tight," He gasps as you clench around him, your orgasm quickly approaching. He ruts into you sloppily and you know he's close. "Are you close, baby?" he groans, speeding up his pace on your clit. He always needs you to be the first to cum, and this time he'll have no problem doing that as you are currently falling apart, teetering on the edge. "I'm so close, E," You moan almost incoherently, the pleasure you feel overriding everything else. "Cum with me," you whimper as you grab onto his hand, digging your nails into to it. "Fuck, sweat heart," he groans, your words pushing him over the edge. You both reach your peak at the same time, grasping onto each other as a violent orgasm overtakes you. He pulls you to him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, a soft cry erupting from him, his fluids shooting deep inside you as he milks himself dry.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, breathless. You can only sigh in agreement as he kisses your neck gently. He pulls out and groans at the sight of his orgasm leaking out of you. "Ya' look so fuckin' good, drippin' for me like this," he muses, his fingers trialing over your sensitive nub. You hiss at how sensitive you are and he leans his head down, kissing your cunt. It momentarily makes your eyes roll back. "Elvis, it's so sensitive," you whine and he pulls away, bringing you to lay down with him.

He nuzzles his face into your hair as he sighs deeply, wrapping his arm around your waist. "M' sorry I haven't been takin' care of you lately," He mumbles, your back glued to his chest. You shake your head as you intertwine his fingers in yours. "Don't be sorry, you've been so busy." "I know, but I've seen how needy you've been. I should'a taken care of you," he whispers as he runs his hand up your waist. "Well, I think you just made up for it, sweetie," you respond running your hands through his hair languidly, still blissed out. He hums in response, kissing your neck softly. "C'mon, let's go take a shower, maybe you can make it up to me some more," you mumble softly. He lifts you up as he carries you to the bathroom, already getting worked up for round two.

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