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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves.

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty.

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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hittmeandtellmeyouremine · 5 days

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pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: you meet harry through peter, accidentally. you would've left it at that but harry insists on inserting himself into your life. after his not-so-subtle attempts you finally ask him what exactly it is he wants from you. your virginity? fat chance. a relationship? maybe when hell freezes over. and that's just the thought of it on its own, never mind with harry osborn? yeah, when monkeys fly. you've barely said no before he's pleading his case and you realize this could be entertaining. so you guys come to a consensus. lets see how long harry lasts. that is, if he lasts.

warnings: swearing, brief mention of family issues. (will be updated as more chapters are released.

word count: 3.3k (will be updated)

a/n: this series uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. i've also created a few original characters you will meet. similar, if not the same, events happen but the timeline is a bit stretched for the sake of the plot. same time period but it's not one of my characters if i can't mention my favorite artists (sue me). so i know certain artists may not have been (canonically) around during this time but just pretend they are because they are in my au. ♥

status: currently in progress...

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dollstry · 2 months

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what’s up gamers

my name is Cassandra or Cass! if your here you probably already know me but I’d you don’t I’m a silly guy who loves jervis tetch. I’m bisexual, and adult and I go by she/they.

I write sometimes. uhh.. I cross post most of my ao3 stuff over here for silly goofies.

if you wanna request stuff be my guest I love writing ideas. ough.

my old writing blog is @madnessreruns and my main is @jervis-tetch-my-beloved

Rules:

don’t be an asshole

no terfs or like nazis or racists.

no purity culture weirdos

I’ll write just about anything but I lean over towards fem aligned readers but I’ll write make and gender neutral readers cause you guys deserve content too

i wont write main character death

i tend to lean towards fluff/smut

i write all relationships, both queer and straight

also I can delete any request without reason its my blog and my writing

characters I write for under cut

Characters I Write for:

* = Will so Romantic, but not smut ^ = only platonic/ familial

DC Comics

Gotham (Tv):

Harvey Bullock

Jerome Valeska

Jonathan Crane*

Jervis Tetch

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Victor Fries

Victor Zsasz

Ivy Pepper

Lee Thompkins

Barbara Kean

Bridgit Pike

Ecco

Selina Kyle*

Bruce Wayne

Arkhamverse:

Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley

Selina Kyle

Jervis Tetch

Jonathan Crane

Edward Nygma

Oswald Cobblepot

Garfield Lynn’s

victor Fries

Dick Grayson

Barbara Gordon

Jason Todd

The Suicide Squad:

Abner Krill

Cleo Cazo

Rick Flag

Harley Quinn

George "Digger" Harkness (Game Only)

Peacemaker:

Adrian Chase

The Batman (2022)

Edward Nashton

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Oswald Cobblepot

Detroit: Become Human

Connor

Kara

Markus

Alice^

Luther

Jerry

North

Hank Anderson^

Stardew Valley

Harvey

Haley

Emily

The Stanley Parable

Narrator

Resident Evil

Jill Valentine

Chris Redfield

Claire Redfield

Leon S Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Luis Serra

Albert Wesker

Carlos Olivera

Ada Wong

Ethan Winters

Lady Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento

Salvatore Moreau^

Karl Heisenberg

Rosemary Winters^

Mia Winters

Spiderman

Raimi

Peter Parker

Mary-Jane Watson

Harry Osborn

Otto Octavius

Norman Osborn

Spiderverse

Spiderman Noir

Peter B Parker

Gwen Stacy*

Olivia Octavius

Baldurs Gate 3

Gale

Halsin

Shadowheart

Karlach

Wyll

Saw Franchise

Amanda Young

Mark Hoffman

Peter Strahm

Scott Pilgrim

Kim Pine

Matthew Patel

Gideon Graves

Roxie Ritcher

Fnaf

William Afton (Movie and Game)

Mike Schmidt (Movie)

Vanessa Shelly (Movie)

Vanny (Game)

All the Glamrocks

The daycare attendant

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scumb4gs · 8 months

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𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐁𝟒𝐆 ! ― a multimuse written by frank ( he/it , 25 ) , featuring horror / crime based muses. canon divergent && triggering content , reader discretion is advised. 18+ only , minors dni. low activity && mutuals only. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. temp muse list under the cut.

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 : @firstpig

beni gabor (the mummy)

pavi largo (repo the genetic opera)

norman osborn (spiderman: raimi verse)

lawrence gordon (saw)

peter strahm (saw)

orin scrivello (little shop of horrors)

riff raff (rocky horror picture show)

skeksil, the chamberlain (dark crystal)

izzy hands (ofmd)

frank fontaine (bioshock)

sam lobo (crime oc)

rob clark (crime oc)

working on my carrd but the temp rules are:

i'm frank , i'm 25 && i go by he/it. this is not my only blog you can also find me @htchhiker !

this blog is mutuals only && low activity. i prioritize certain muses at certain times , my focus can be fickle. certain muses here are by request only ! if there's someone specific you want to write with , just ask me.

there will be nsf / w content here which ranges from triggering content to smut. minors will be blocked.

if you're going to break follow , soft block me. i will do the same.

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swtki · 2 years

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Bug Boy - P.P ³

Pairing: All 3 generations of Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Two older versions of your boyfriend, hot.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, sex with two other versions of himself, Bi! Peter Parker(s), All characters are 18+, we’re gonna pretend that NWH just involved the multiverse, 38 year old! Peter x 26 year old! Peter x 18 year old! Peter x 18 year old! Reader, spitroasting, oral sex (m+f), double penetration (anal + vaginal), praise kink (f), pet names (Angel, baby, sweetheart), established relationship with MCU! Peter, swearing obv, creampie (anal + vaginal), porn without a plot, if I’ve missed any let me know!

A/N: Horny mode activated

Ever since the multiverse got fucked up, I’ve had this really, really weird fantasy. A sexual fantasy to be exact. Involving my boyfriend, and two of him from other universes. I thought he’d be weirded out, he never really liked the idea of sharing me with anyone. Our sex was always very vanilla, and I liked that.

“Something’s on your mind, tell me so I can help.” He rolled over to face me on our shared bed. I held my breath, swallowing my pride in the process.

“I’ve just,” I rolled over so I could be face to face with him, “I’ve been having these fantasies.” He cocked an eyebrow. I felt my face heat up and I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Ever since the other two came to our universe…I don’t know you’re probably gonna think I’m gross.”

“You want to be gangbanged by the three Peter Parkers?” He knew me too well. A smirk formed across his lips, I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me or if he liked the idea. “I never took you for that kind of kinky.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you! Now I’m gonna be teased about this until the day I die-“

“I like it.” His response shocked me, “Instead of wanting to get fucked by another guy you wanna get fucked by another me.”

My cheeks were on fire and I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I wasn’t expecting what happened next.

A knock on the window and one on the fire escape shook me out of my head. Two separate people. “They’re here.” Peter said, using his web shooter to open up both glass frames.

“Peter, how did you-?”

“Spidey-sense.” The older one said, climbing in. I sat up on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. All I had on was a pair of shorts and Peter - my Peter’s - ‘I survived my trip to New York’ shirt. The middle Peter crept in a few moments later.

“Spidey-sense? Oh my god that’s literally so much better than the tingle or whatever the hell the kid calls it!” My Peter shook his head, annoyed by himself.

“Okay listen the Peter Tingle-“ I dug my elbow into his side. “Anyways, I don’t know about your universes, but in mine the idea of having sex with clones is a pretty common fantasy.” Usually he would have never been this forward, but these guys were just him, but older. The three gave each other glances, saying everything but nothing at all. “Okay Peter 1,” He pointed to himself, “Peter 2,” He pointed to the eldest, “Peter 3,” he pointed to the tallest.

“I’m taking her cunt.” Peter 1 said, pulling my hip so he could be attached to me.

“What? C’mon let the lady decide!” Peter 3 gestured to me.

“Peter 1 gets to use my cunt, Peter 2 and Peter 3 you can rotate between either my ass or my mouth.” The two men looked at each other and shrugged, saying ‘thats fair’.

With a quiet ‘pew’ my shirt had been tugged off my body. “Now, now fella’s, I wanna take my time. Everyone take their shooters off.” Peter 2 finally spoke up. The two younger Peter’s groan and place the wristbands on the kitchen table. Peter 2 brushed a few strands of hair out of my face, he was almost inspecting me, but mostly it was admiration.

“C’mere, baby , show these guys how good you are at taking cock down your throat.” Peter 1 walked over to the bed, where I was still sitting. He leaned down to kiss me, and I skillfully undid his jeans, he kicked them off once he could. I didn’t need to be told what to do, I rubbed him through his boxers. He shuddered a bit, “Don’t tease. You know I hate when you do that.” I smirked.

My fingers pushed the fabric down, revealing Peter’s olive skin, which I promptly left marks on. I felt a pair of hands grasp firmly on my hips, which had gone into the air as I leaned my head off of the edge. I looked back and realized it was Peter 3, tracing the edges of my body. He lightly groped my ass, enjoying how I allowed him to touch me. “Dude.” He muttered.

“I know, right?” Peter 1 said. He pushed the hair out of my face and made a ponytail with his hands. His cock was standing almost upright, it looked painful. I spat on the tip and spread it with a few pumps. I suckled on his pink tip while my hands did the up and down strokes he loved so much. “God, so fucking good for me.” I took him to the back of my throat, gagging noises filling the room.

“‘S it okay if I take of your bottoms, Angel?” I hummed in response, allowing the tallest of the three to pull down my shorts. I could sense that Peter 2 had joined him behind me.

“She’s soaking, haven’t even really touched her yet.” He said.

“Don’t need to, her body’s ready for us.” I groaned at Peter 3’s teasing words, “We will angel, just teasing.” I felt four hands dance across my skin, goosebumps forming in response. Peter 3 rubbed his fingers against my clit, nearly causing me to stop breathing.

Peter 1 removed his cock from my mouth, leaving me panting. “On your back for us, baby.” He said, gesturing to the headboard. I did as he said, spreading my legs for the three men to see me in all of my nude glory.

Peter two walked over to me while Peter 3 took off his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He climbed on the bed, layed on his stomach, and hooked his arms around my thighs. The eldest one removed his suit, he was in his underwear too. “Wanna suck me off too, sweetheart?” I smiled and wasted no time to push the garment off of him, revealing a cock that was similar length to Peter 1, but thicker and more pale. As I wrapped my lips around him, I felt Peter 3 start to rub my clit with his thumb. I felt another weight sink onto the mattress, my Peter was completely nude next to the third one.

“Lemme hold that for ya’” He said, grabbing my right leg out from Peter 3s grasp, he started leaving light kisses on the bottom of my thigh. I felt a hot and wet tongue run up my slit, the cold air was harsh against me when he pulled away. Sure enough, he came back, lapping and sucking on me just as I was doing to Peter 2 on the opposite end of the bed. His hand caressed my face, as if he didn’t have his cock stuffed there too.

The pleasure overwhelmed me, and a groan escaped, causing Peter 2 to curse and pull out. “Don’t wanna cum just yet, baby.” he said. The three men gave each other glances and before I knew it I was chest to chest with Peter one, his cock just barely inside me.

“I’ll take her mouth, since I’m the only one who hasn’t felt it.” The tallest one stood in front of me, and I felt Peter 2 behind me. With a sharp pain and a cry from my throat, all three were inside of me. My body felt hot, my lungs burned from the way I couldn’t catch my breath. They didn’t wait for me to adjust, instead the two men beneath me thrusted at their own pace, the pain quickly fading. Peter 3 fucked my face gently, shuddering when moans escaped my throat. My tongue swirled his tip and my throat was now hurting from how often I gagged.

“You like this, Sweetheart?” The eldest said, spreading my ass cheeks so he could watch as my hole squeezed him, the pride he felt from knowing that he would probably be the only man to be inside of me like this egged him on even further. “Taking our cocks so well.” He reached over to my clit, which was sandwiched between Peter 1.

“Please, feel so full. I wanna cum so bad.” I cried, Peter 3’s cock immediately going back into my mouth as soon as I had said it.

“I wanna see you cum on us, she’s so pretty when she cums.” Peter 1 kept nearly hitting my cervix, which was overwhelming when mixed with the other feelings.

Peter 2 rubbed the sensitive bud, his movements switching between circles and swipes. I gripped tightly onto his forearm and tried to not clamp my jaw down on Peter 3. My orgasm was like a fourth of july festival, fireworks everywhere and it all felt like a dream. My brain went numb, my hearing was replaced with a ring and all I could make out was that they were about to finish. Moments later I was there on the bed, cum dripping out of my pussy and asshole, and my cheeks having received a load as well. I’m sure they left at somepoint not too long after, but I couldn’t say when. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the duvet on our bed, how I was ruining the duvet with the cum dripping out. I couldn’t get up though, even if I wanted to do something about it.

Maybe the universe splitting had its silver lining.

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spideydreams00 · 2 years

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Peter Parker Using a Fleshlight, (Headcanon)

Smut

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First of all, Peter Parker is not afraid when it comes about using toys in bed, you have multiple vibratos and maybe a dildo

He loved it when you teased him with a vibrator, stroking his cock slowly while using the vibrator against his balls

He came really fast that time

And hard

Peter Parker is a busy boy I mean he’s Spider-Man

And you’re actually busy with college

That means that sadly he can’t always be with you

That’s why you bought him a flashlight.

He was mesmerized the first time he saw it, he was more than excited to use it on a phone call with you, when you’re both horny and afar from each other

Then that day came by

“Fuck y/n please!” He cried over the phone, that was one of your many powers, having him on edge even when you’re not around

“C’mon Pete be a good boy and keep stroking your cock for me, please?”

“Y-yes- mommy” he moaned

Then you remembered, how could you forget?

“Peter do you have your fleshlight?”

“Yes- it’s h-here”

“Did you already use it?”

“N-no mommy I was waiting for this”

“Naughty boy, always thinking about me ruining you?”

“You’re always on my mind y/n/n” he said in a small voice, his hand slowly stroking his cock

“Get your toy Peter”

He sprints towards his closet to take out the fleshlight

“I guess you already know what to do baby”

“Yeah” he moaned at the thought of you dirty talking to him, your hand between your legs pleasing yourself

He positioned himself back on his bed

He licks his hand and starts stroking his cock, collecting the precum over his tip making his cock wet

His cock is painfully hard, red and throbbing, he can’t take it anymore

“Can I use it now Y/N?”

“Of course baby”

He eagerly takes the object and pushed it down till his tip is inside the fleshlight

He moans and shuts his eyes

Head rolling back

“Im- I-m s-sensitive” he whimpers over the phone

“Are you baby?”

He nodded forgetting that you’re not there

“Yeah” he croaks out

“Is it all wrapped around your pretty cock?”

“N-no, just the tip”

“C’mon Pete, more…. Make yourself feel good honey”

“Ahh!” He cries when he drags the object all the way down to the base of his cock

“Fucking hell” you whisper to yourself mesmerized by the thought of how he must look right now, a thin layer of sweat over his body making his skin glow, his messy hair, legs squirming and back arching, you know him like the back of your palm, the way his eyes roll back and his mouth falls agape letting out all the pretty noises he makes

“Faster Peter, fuck yourself faster”

He starts dragging the fleshing up and down his cock faster, his hips rising thrusting himself in the object

“How does it feel honey?”

“So fucking good!” He cries and moans, choking on his own moans

“It’s not enough!” he cries again frantically dragging the object up and down

“Why’s that honey?”

“You’re tighter!” He’s fully sobbing, you chuckle at the thought of his getting himself all worked up

“Baby that’s kinda the point”

His hips chase the fleshlight while his toes curls, too lost in the feeling and the sound of your voice to fully register what you said

“W-what?” he croaks out

“A fleshlight will only make you miss me more Pete”

“I need you please!” He cried

“What do you need honey?”

“Make me cum make me cum make me cum please please make me cum please!”

Fuck

“Baby you’ll have to do it yourself”

“Mommy!”

His peace was erratic, pretty fucked up boy.

“G-gonna-“

“Do it lover”

“IM CUMMING!” He cried

He threw the fleshlight away and started to stroke his cock frantically

White ropes of cum painting his abs, some cum getting on his chest

The broken moan he lets out

The tears falling from his eyes

The squirming of his body

The aftershocks of his orgasm

Peter Parker is a beautiful boy

“Mommy” he panted

Struggling to breathe normally

“You did so good baby”

He needs the praise

There’s a mess all over him, too lost in sub space to move himself

“Y/n….. I-i love you”

“I love you too Peter, so much”

“My darling” he rambled

“I’ll be there in 5 okay honey?”

“Y-yeah”

That was an experience

THIRSTY HOURS

(Sorry for not posting in a long time, busy with school and getting life together but I hope you guys enjoyed this)

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fqjth · 2 years

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gentle touches

pairing ➵ tobey!peter parker x reader

summary ➵ after weeks of going on dates, y/n and peter finally spend the night together

warnings ➵ smut, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex

words ➵ 2359

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The cold night air nipped at her skin, sending a small shiver down her spine. She shuddered at the feeling, mentally cursing herself for forgetting her jacket. She brought her arms to her chest, hugging tightly as a way to keep warm.

"Here," Peter spoke as he took his jacket off, handing Y/N the heavy clothing. He looked down at her with a soft crooked smile, the one she had grown to adore. She smiled back, softly thanking him as she put on the coat. "You look cute" he chuckled at how large the jacket looked on her.

Y/N nudged him playfully, her cheeks burning from the compliment. He always made her nervous. When he held eye contact or when his hand grazed her, she felt her heart pang in her chest and butterflies in her stomach. He was so kind to her, something she wasn't used to with other guys her age.

"I hope you're not cold now" She spoke, eyes fixated on the ground below her. They had been walking for ten minutes or so, trying to make their way back to Y/N's apartment without having to pay for a cab. Her statement was genuine, a sudden wave of guilt hitting as she realised how he must be freezing without his jacket.

Peter laughed, intertwining his hand with hers. She was worried he'd be able to tell how nervous she was, her palms sticky from sweat. He never complained, never cared because he too was incredibly anxious around her. He was just better at hiding it. "I'll be okay. Your apartment isn't far" he spoke softly, rubbing his thumb across hers.

The two had been seeing each other for just over a month. They had been set up by Harry, who was a mutual friend of both of theirs. It was obvious by the end of their first date they had a connection. Peter had taken her to some small cafe for lunch, a local spot that both had gone to before. It was awkward at first, neither knowing what to say to the other. However, by the end, neither could stop talking.

They had decided to take things slow pretty early on, realising this was something special, something they wanted to try for. Harry would tease Peter about the fact he hadn't slept with her yet, begging for details when there were none to give.

"Come on, dude" Harry would pester, "something had to have happened this time, it was your third date!". Peter would brush him off, insisting nothing other than him kissing her goodbye had occurred.

Their first was quick and awkward. Y/N had leant up to kiss his cheek while Peter leant down to the same thing, neither realising the others actions. Their lips touched with a chaste kiss, both of them incredibly embarrassed by the whole thing. Strings of I'm sorrys fell from them both before awkwardly parting ways.

Peter was surprised, that after that whole ordeal that Y/N would agree to another date. So, when she did, he wanted to make sure the next kiss was better. This planning led to a lot of overthinking. So when it came to kissing her goodbye, he rushed it and kissed her just as quick as the first, running off afterwards, leaving Y/N stunned and confused.

Again, thinking he had made things awkward, Peter was even more surprised when she wanted to go on a third date. This time, Peter thought it best to let the kiss come naturally, worried that rushing things was what caused the mishaps in the first place. This line of thinking worked. When Peter walked her back to her apartment they stood and talked for a moment, allowing any awkwardness that had settled throughout their walk home to dissipate.

"Thank you for a lovely time," Y/N stated, looking up Peter as she spoke. "I've really been enjoying hanging out with you" She smiled sweetly, Peter's heart thudding in his chest.

She looked so beautiful. Her hair framed her face perfectly, her eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at him. Peter lifted his hand, resting his palm on her cheek as he pulled her face closer to his. Her lips were soft as they touched his, both melting under each others touch. It was short but sweet, something they had wished had happened from the start but was perfect nonetheless.

It had been a few weeks since then. A few dates had passed that had ended the same way, a soft kiss and a longing goodbye. They both wanted more, thought about it constantly, but knew that it could ruin things. Plus, neither wanted to give Harry the satisfaction of knowing they went all the way.

The two continued to walk in comfortable silence until they reach Y/N's apartment building. Peter dropped her hand as she turned to look at him. "Thank you again, Peter" She smiled, "I know I say it every time, but I truly do enjoy these dates".

Peter smiled back, his eyes not daring to leave hers. "Anytime, Y/N" He spoke as soft as she did, stepping closer to her. The gap that rested between the two closed as Peter pressed a soft kiss on Y/N's lips.

They parted with a sigh, craving more than what they had been experiencing. It was in that moment any nerves Y/N had disappeared, momentarily giving her the confidence to say what she wanted. "Do you want to come up?" she whispered, her eyes now refusing to meet his.

Peter smiled again, his hand brushing against her wrist. "I'd love to" he spoke before planting another kiss upon her lips.

The two made their way the stairs, only two flights before reaching the door of Y/N's apartment. "It's nothing special" she confessed as she turned her key in the doorknob, unlocking it and opening it. The door creaked as it exposed medium-sized room, a small kitchen and a living room taking up the space.

It was exactly how Peter pictured it, everything just spoke her name. Cheap art that Y/N had bought from market stall covered the walls as second-hand books stacked on nearly every flat surface in the room.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Y/N offered, disrupting Peter's admiration of her living space. She stood near the fridge, a glass in one hand while another rested on the countertop.

"Yes, please" Peter smiled, taking a further step into the apartment. He situated himself on her couch, watching as she brought over two glasses of water. The seat sunk next to him as Y/N took a seat, their legs briefly rubbing against each other.

Y/N took a sip from her glass before placing it down on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned back on the couch, resting on an angle against the armrest. Peter copied her actions, taking a sip before placing the glass down. He sat in the middle of the couch, turning slightly to face her.

His knee brushed against hers, resting there as they touched. It was now Y/N realised she was still wearing his jacket. "Shit" she mumbled, leaning slightly forward to remove the coat before handing it back over to Peter who let out a soft chuckle. Y/N cocked her eyebrow, wondering what was so funny.

"I've never heard you swear before" Peter let out another low laugh as he spoke, taking his jacket from Y/N and placing it next to him. "It was cute".

"Stop that" Y/N spoke softly, eyes diverting to her hands which she had been fiddling with.

"Stop what?" Peter questioned, genuinely confused and starting to worry if he had offended her in some way.

"Calling me cute, you've been doing it all night" she spoke softer than before, almost a whisper. Her eyes were still focused on her hands, making her unaware that Peter had moved closer.

"That, I'm not going to stop" Peter laughed. His hand was now resting on her knee, rubbing small circles with his thumb across her skin. The motion was almost soothing, nerves slowly disappearing.

Neither had realised how close they were until now as if they were drawing each other in. Peter's eyes darted to Y/N's lips, not knowing how much longer he'll be able to control himself.

Almost as if she was reading his mind, Y/N pushed herself forward, forcing their lips to touch. Peter kissed back, his hand cupping her face to bring her closer. Y/N melted into the kiss, allowing Peter to take control.

Their kiss deepened as Peter pulled Y/N by her waist. Her arms had found themselves over his shoulders as she moved onto his lap. His hands reach under her dress, his cold hands on her bare skin feeling almost heavenly. He gripped her hips, assisting her in the slow rocking motion she was unaware she was doing.

The only thing that separated her from him was a thin layer of fabric, allowing more friction between her now wet core and the rough feeling of his dress pants. He could feel her heat rubbing against the large bulge that had formed in his pants, both craving more.

"The bedroom" Y/N spoke in between kisses, "S' just behind there". She removed herself from Peter's lap, guiding him to the room that was hidden behind a wooden door.

A queen-sized bed was situated in the middle of the room, beckoning them forward. Peter kissed Y/N again, his hands gently placed on her waist as he walked her backwards to the mattress. They stopped briefly, Y/N removing her dress as Peter removed his shirt. Both had their upper halves exposed to each other. Where Peter was stunned by how beautiful Y/N's body looked, Y/N couldn't help but notice the multiple scars that littered Peter's skin.

Before she could question it, Peter's lips were back on hers. He pushed her softly onto the mattress, hands wandering her body as he hovered over her. All questions she had were now a distant memory, unable to think of anything else other than the way Peter was making her feel.

He placed a kiss on her neck, his hands unbuckling his pants as he tried to remove the best he could without moving away from the girl beneath him. However, he almost ended up falling off the bed in the process. Y/N giggled at his attempt, watching him straighten himself up as he threw his pants on the ground.

He kissed her once more, his hand playing with the lining of her underwear. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, breaking their kiss to look into her eyes. He wanted reassurance, he didn't want to ruin the good thing they had.

Y/N nodded, "Of course". Her hands pulled at the waistband of Peter's boxer, allowing them to slip off. His cock sprung out, now resting upright against his naval. "I want you, Peter" she sighed as she kissed him.

It was more than he needed. He grabbed at her panties, pulling them down in one quick motion. Their kiss was messy and needy, both needing more with each burning touch.

Y/N's hand wrapped around his shaft, softly pumping as she ran her thumb across the tip of his cock. Peter moaned at the action, feeling as if he could come undone right there in her hand. His head fell forward, resting in the crook of Y/N's neck. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, a way to distract himself from the feeling that was building up.

"Peter," Y/N whispered, every time his name left her lips it made him crazy. "Touch me" she sighed, guiding his hand in between her legs.

Peter obliged her pleas, running two of his fingers up her wet slit before prodding them inside her. He was so gentle with his actions, slowly pumping as he kissed her softly.

Her hand was still around his shaft, keeping in rhythm with the way Peter was touching her. "M' need to feel you" Peter hummed against her lip, removing his fingers from inside as he took her hand and placed it beside her head. He placed his hand in hers, intertwining as he slowly pushed himself inside her.

Both softly moaned at the feeling. Peter didn't dare to move until he knew Y/N had adjusted to his size, not wanting to cause any discomfort. He slowly began bucking his hips, his lips leaving kisses along Y/N's collarbone.

"Peter" she moaned, her free hand grabbing the back of his to pull him closer.

His hips moved in time with hers, and again he could feel himself about to come undone right there. He reached his hand down, finding his way to rub circles on Y/N's hood. A loud moan escaped her lips at his touch. "Right there" she sighed, "please don't stop".

Her pleas were making it harder for Peter to stay focused, feeling himself get dizzy as he was teetering over the edge. "I'm gonna-" he huffed, forcing his eyes shut. He couldn't hold back anymore, pulling out and finishing on Y/N's stomach as he moaned.

He rested his forehead against hers, their breathing unsteady. "I'm sorry" he sighed, still trying to compose himself. Y/N placed a kiss on his lips.

"No need to apologise" she smiled, cupping his face, forcing him to look at her. "It happens. Plus, that still felt fucking amazing" she spoke truthfully, not caring that she didn't finish.

Peter chuckled, "I'll make it up to you". He rolled over, now laying next to her, his breathing still unsteady. Y/N rested her head on his chest, his arm draping over her as he pulled her closer.

"After breakfast" Y/N joked, her eyes fluttering shut. Both slowly dozed off, holding each other as they did.

A smile appeared on Peter's lips as he woke in the morning noticing Y/N still nuzzled against him. He could get used to this.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Forever Bound

Summary: The green goblin fucks you and breeds you so you won't leave basically.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, rough sex, breeding kink, degradation, oral(male receiving).

"Ow, let go of me!" you yelled, as Norman, well, the green goblin, shoved you into the back seat of his car.

"Shut up and stop being so dramatic," he yelled back, slamming your door and getting into the driver's seat.

"Dramatic? You fucking kissed that bitch and you think I'm being dramatic?" you scoffed.

You tried to put up with the goblin for Norman's sake, you really did, but this was your last straw. You were having a great night at the dinner party with Norman until the goblin took over. He was much rougher with you, dragging you and holding your waist bruisingly as he talked to powerful men. As the night dragged on, you grew tired of his antics and slipped away to talk to Harry, who was over at the bar area.

You laughed and did a few shots, forgetting about the goblin while having a great time. You were just three years older than Harry but you still got on well, talking about college, girls and everything under the sun.

The goblin watched from afar as you talked and laughed with Harry. He wouldn't admit it but he was jealous of how well you both got along, seeing as he was basically your age. He brought you here to be his arm candy but instead you were having a great time with Norman's stupid son.

He walked away to try and calm his anger but was stopped by Norman's beautiful blonde assistant.

"Mr Osborn, hi, how are you?" she asked, subtly biting her lip.

"I'm doing well," he responded in his deep, raspy voice, "would you like a drink?"

"I'd love to," she smiled, as the goblin snaked his arm around her waist, seeing if he could get you riled up.

They sat around the other part of the bar while you and Harry continued talking. You caught glimpses of them talking and drinking, seeming to be enjoying each others' company.

Norman understood boundaries with her, seeing as she would subtly flirt with him and make sexual gestures but the goblin was different. He didn't care about boundaries or respecting you and the relationship when he took over.

Harry soon excused himself and you were alone, watching as your boyfriend flirted with his assistant.

They got up together, and you watched in shock as she held onto his hand, leading him to the ladies room. You sat there, fighting a battle in your head if you should go see what they were doing or just sit and wait. You decided against waiting for him, slowly walking to the ladies room, scared for what you might witness.

You pushed open the door slowly and your face fell.

The assistant, Chloe, was propped up on the sink as the goblin squeezed her ass, exploring her mouth with his tongue. They quickly saw you but before either of them could say anything, you ran outside the venue, angry tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

The goblin rushed outside, and gripped your arm, throwing you into the backseat of his car before you could start a commotion and embarrass him.

Your thoughts about the night were interrupted when the driver's door was slammed, then yours was opened as the goblin dragged you inside the mansion.

"Take your cheating hands off me!" you shouted, pushing him.

"You call that cheating?" he scoffed, "how about you spending all night with Harry?"

"Harry? Don't tell me you're jealous of you're own s-" you stopped before you could finish the sentence, remembering you were speaking to the green goblin and not Norman.

"Whatever, I can't take this anymore, you've disrespected me so many times and this is my last straw, I'm fucking leaving," you said, walking towards the front door.

You were stopped by the goblin once again, gripping onto your hand. You felt as if you bones were being crushed.

"You're not going anywhere. You're staying and I'm gonna show you what you're gonna miss out on if you leave."

You were dragged up to your shared bedroom and shoved on the mattress, chest heaving up and down. You watched as your dress was ripped off of you, along with the panties being torn apart.

"Tell me you don't want this and you can leave," the goblin commanded but you stayed quiet. You couldn't actually leave. You couldn't leave Norman. And you wanted this.

"Hm, I'll take that as a yes," the green goblin said, taking off his suit and boxers, "I'm going to fuck you Y/N, and hard, then I'm going to fill up your cunt. I'm going to make you never want to leave again."

He dragged you by your hair and pushed you onto the cold floor infront of his hard cock.

"What are you waiting for Y/N? Or do you want me to fuck your throat myself?" he asked.

"N-no sir, I can do it," you said, taking his full length into your mouth.

You gagged on his cock, attempting to deep throat it while massaging his balls. You licked from the base to the tip before putting him back into your mouth, allowing his tip to hit the back of your throat. Your head bobbed up and down as he let out a raspy moan, throwing his head back. You moved onto his balls, taking one into your mouth and swirling your wet tongue around it then spat on the other, using your spit as lubrication.

You moved back to his huge cock, letting it continuously hit the back of you throat as you gagged and bobbed your head, spit running down your chin. Before you could finish him off, you were pulled up by your hair and thrown on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Remember our safe word?"

You nodded.

"Repeat it for me."

"Green."

The goblin nodded, then pumped his cock that was mixed with your saliva and his pre cum.

Without warning, he slammed into you, tearing you apart. You let out a high pitched moan and squeal, shocked at the sudden intrusion. He began thrusting faster as you writhed, arching your back off the bed. He held you down before letting go, as the pain soon turned into pleasure. You were embarrassingly wet, enjoying his rough treatment. His strokes got sloppier as you felt yourself needing to cum.

"C-can I cum? Please", you begged.

"Cum for me."

The goblin continued slamming into you roughly as you came. Juices coating his cock and the sheets below you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, enjoying the feeling of him fucking you through your high.

The sound of your wet pussy and your bodies slamming together filled the room. He was going at a relentless pace and you couldn't believe you were about to cum again. You felt the familiar sensation build inside you, your pussy flexing around his hard cock. He was buried deep inside, the tip continuously hitting your cervix. The thought and sight of him mercilessly pounding into you made your orgasm quickly wash over you. You moaned loudly and squirmed under his grip on your hips as you squirted on his cock and lower abdomen, still being fucked through your high.

"I knew you wanted this all night my slut. Your cunt feels so good, I'm never letting you go," he said in his deep voice.

You clenched around him hearing his words, they really turned you on.

"Fuck yeah," you moaned.

"You know what I'm gonna do slut?" I'm gonna cum inside this tight pussy and get you knocked up, then, you can never leave."

The goblin thrusted into you harshly, unholy sounds and your labored breathing were all that could be heard then he slapped your clit. You gasped then wrapped your legs around him as he pounded into you, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he moaned, emptying his seed inside your pussy. He continued fucking you, rubbing your clit as he went along, making sure every drop of his cum was released inside you.

He pulled out and pulled you onto his chest as you sighed, pussy sore from his huge cock.

"You're never leaving and if you get rid of this child, I'll fill you up again, over and over until you're infertile. You belong to me and so does this tight cunt. This baby will forever bind us together slut."

Tags: @druigswh0ree

A/N: this was originally posted on my wattpad(paulwalkerswidow22)!

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slutboybarbie · 2 years

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Beggin’

Aged-Up!Peter Parker x Dom!Reader

This is super short, but after the notes I got on my previous sub!peter fic, I felt like it was only right to write something as a thank you.

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“Fuck- I’m gonna cum, let me cum!”

“Tsk tsk, where are your manners, Parker?”

Okay maybe you were enjoying this a little too much. But there was just something about reducing Peter to a whining, begging mess while you fucked him that just brought you so much joy.

“M’sorry, please, please let me cum, I’ve been good! Please.” He sobs out the last word, leading you to take pity on him and finally grant him his release.

“You’re right, you’ve been so good for me baby, the best. Go ahead and cum for me.”

~~~

This can be interpreted as pegging or just any type of anal penetration, I tried to make it as broad as possible! Feel free to give me some requests tho

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Main Masterlist

That Dress- mcu!peter x fem!stark!reader ★

Webbed Up- peter parker x silk!fem!reader ★

Phi Beta Kappa- tasm!peter x sorority!reader ✰

See You Again- mcu!peter x reader ☆ ✰

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headoverhiddles · 5 years

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My Willem Dafoe Smut Masterlist

Mississippi Burning: Alan Ward x Readers

Business As Usual

Spiderman: Norman Osborn x Readers

Double Date

Kiss Me When It’s Dangerous

Aquaman: Nuidis Vulko x Readers

Torture

Platoon: Elias Grodin x Readers

Chasing Rabbits (Fluff)

#willem dafoe #willem dafoe x reader #reader x willem dafoe #elias grodin #platoon #aquaman #nuidis vulko #vulko #norman osborn #spiderman raimi #mississippi burning #alan ward #daddy dafoe #masterlist #smut #headoverhiddles #fanfiction #writing

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aneldritchmoth · 2 years

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Here's an introduction post I guess

HERE WE GO!

Hi I'm Cryptid but you can call me Cameron or Cam for short! I'm 17 years old, I'm bilingual (I speak French and English). I'm a Demiboy AroAce and I use they/he pronouns! I love to draw, play video games, read fanfics on ao3 and listen to music!

My art supplies for those who are curious are an XP-PEN Artist 13.3 Pro and Krita for my digital art. For my traditional art it's an Ohulu sketchbook and Ohulu markers, for the sketches I use a Pentel Energize X mechanical pencil with 0.7 leds!

FUN FACTS ABOUT ME:

I've had a grand total of three cats and dogs in my life so far

I love travelling, planes is my second favorite part of the trip. The first one being learning about the culture/country I'm visiting.

I've been drawing for as long as I can remember

I love collecting plushs and figurine pops

The earliest comfort character I had that I can remember is Winnie The Pooh and my earliest kin was Apple Jack

My top current kins are Mirabel (Encanto), Brett (Inside Job) and Kaminari Denki (MHA)

I have two little sisters, making me the older sibling

My favorite color is purple

SOME OTHER PLATFORMS I'M ON:

Instagram | Art Account & Cat Account

Spotify | Main Account & Personal Fav Playlist

FANDOMS I'M CURRENTLY IN/WAS IN:

Musicals | Hamilton, Heathers, BMC, DEH, Six

Animes | MHA, Hetalia, TBHK

Cartoons | Gravity Falls, Ducktales 2017, Monster High

Disney | Encanto, Rapunzel, Frozen, Moana, Turning Red, Raimi's Spiderman & NWH

Video Games | UNDERTALE, FNAF, MINECRAFT, CRK, DBH

Podcasts | The Magnus Archives, Sounds Fake But Okay, SCP Archives, I Spent A Day With..., Banter

YouTube Series | The Walten Files, The Mandala Catalog, Third & Last Life , 100 Hours, Hermitcraft, Dream SMP, Origins SMP

BOUNDARIES:

DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL MY ART

REBLOGS, LIKES & SHARES are always appreciated

DNI LIST:

Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Bigots, Zoophiles

People who ship incest, minors with adults or any other kind of problematic dynamics - it's not cute, it's fucking disgusting, stay of my page

ProShippers

People who ship real life content creators - I'm okay with shipping characters they played (i.e. c!Awesamdude x c!Ponk)

People who hate furries - I'm a furry, so... awkward

People who hate cats

People who stigmatize mental health

People who hate on self inserts - I can appreciate a good joke about it but people who bully others because they self insert into any piece of media they enjoy, I won't tolerate

People who use wattpad - this is a wattpad hate account

People who interact with content involving smut

ANYONE WHO'S 30 YEARS OLD+

ANYONE WHO'S 13 YEARS OLD (and younger) - first of all what are you doing on Tumblr and second of all I am trying to keep my content Family Friendly but still dni

CONCLUSION

Of course I will try to update this as time goes on but for now that is it. Also try to remember that english is NOT my mother tongue so if I've made a mistake in my grammar in this post please tell me and I will fix it. Thank you for reading this! Have a great day or night! :)

#introduction post #multifandom #artists on tumblr #dni list #boundaries list #respect them please #thank you #pinned post #random thoughts #cameron's thoughts #somequeerteen

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roleplaysearchers · 2 years

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yo :) prerequisites: i won’t write with anyone under 17 or over 20. smut exchanges are a no but i’m fine with references to adult topics (mentioning that characters had sex, substance use, etc.)

17 (close 2 being 18) he/she/it, lookin forrrr

spiderman - raimi and webb

i play peter parker or harry osborn for both, n i’m looking 4 ship content :)

i write heavy angst n i’m big on hurt/comfort tropes. just like this post n i’ll shoot u my discord. i’ve got ideas in the noggin for plots but i’m rlly open to anything

#under 20 #spiderman #spiderman roleplay #the amazing spiderman

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1soos · 4 years

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Wasting Time: Part Deux

type: slice of life, best friends to lovers, eventual smut

pairing: namjoon x reader

warnings/things to look for: there’s a moment where something homophobic could happen, but doesn’t. drug and alcohol use, cursing, eventual sex, movie and music references, other than that this is some real soft

length: 5.3k

summary: Namjoon is your best friend and that comes with a lot of perks and privileges.

a/n: it’s been the hottest minute, but here’s part 2. I do not have it in me to angst this up. Read part one here if you wanna.

Namjoon was gone when you woke up; the spare blanket he’d used in the night folded thoughtfully over the back of the couch. He’d cleared away the chicken containers and the beer bottles and moved the weed to the middle of the coffee table. His delicate care and thoughtfulness sits heavy in your chest, making you feel weird and wishing like hell that it didn’t.

You scoop your piece off the table and take a hit while you make your coffee. You don’t work at the boutique until noon and you aren’t scheduled for the park today, so you decide on a chill morning scrolling through memes on insta. You get stuck on a Raimi Spiderman thread, scrolling endlessly through screenshots of The Goth Dance Moment (^TM) when Lisa throws open the apartment door, the long strap of her purse getting caught on the handle. “I have been fucking for the past 7 hours. I need coffee.”

“Nice,” you say, genuinely impressed and point to the percolator.

Lisa throws her miniscule ‘going out’ purse (really the length of the handle is not proportionate to the actual size of the bag and the ridiculousness of it amuses you) to the floor and whispers, “bless,” as she downs half a cup in one go. She tops herself off and lowers herself gently into the chair across from you.

You sit in silence, every once in a while, turning your phone in her direction when you come across particularly relevant Baby Yoda memes. The moment is broken when Lisa groans dramatically and asks you if she’s on the schedule at the boutique like she’s suddenly remembering that she works there.

You tell her to pull up the spreadsheet that your boss sends to you a week in advance (truly the most organized woman you know) and Lisa tells you, “no.”

Instead of having it turn into A Thing, you open the schedule on your phone. You scan quickly for Lisa’s name color coded in bright blue. “You go in at 5,” you tell her. Kind of disappointed, but not surprised that Sunmi scheduled you in different time slots. Something about not having two crackhead, meme lords in one shift.

“Ugh, fuck. Okay, so I’m going to be dead until at least 4:45. Do not attempt to revive me or I will kill you.”

“That’s a lot of negative death imagery you’re using there.”

“I said what I said."

And like that, she disappears into her room and you’re left overthinking every tiny noise you make until you leave the apartment.

…

One of the things you love about working at the boutique is trying on the clothes. You do a dramatic turn in front of the tri-fold mirror and strike a pose while the extremely see-through, sparkly, tulle skirt shifts around you.

Your co-worker, Bambam, stands behind you, switching between gassing you up and, “wow that skirt does nothing for you. Take it off; I’m gonna try it on.”

“Rude.” You work the elastic of the waistband down over your hips, careful to avoid taking your leggings off with it, and throw the skirt at his head. The fabric muffling the curses he shoots your way. The bell above the shop door chimes, announcing the presence of a potential customer so you leave Bambam to figure his own way out of the mess of tulle.

You put on your best ‘I work in retail and get paid on commission’ smile. “Good afternoon! Welcome to Siren’s! Please let me know if there’s anything I can help you find.” The woman smiles good naturedly back at you and says she’s just looking. She already has some shopping bags loaded up her arms, so you’re feeling pretty good about a sale and place yourself equidistant between her and the cash register while eyeing Bambam over in the corner still struggling with the skirt.

The bell goes off again, to your surprise as there is hardly ever more than one person in at a time.

“Joon?” His presence shocks you and for a moment, you forget about last night. The smile that jumps out is too real; genuine joy filling you up and spilling out. He looks slightly stunned himself.

“What are you up to?” he asks, and you look around at the over-priced clothes all around you and then back to him a little confused.

“Working?”

He blushes and your chest hurts. “Ah, I mean, do you have plans for lunch? Um, I think we need to talk.”

Your stomach feels like its going to fall out of your ass and your thoughts spin around and take off like Road Runner.

Beep beep, bitch.

He wants to tell you how weird last night was. There is this horrible feeling that persists; that he knows how you feel and now he’s uncomfortable. He’s probably going to tell you that he doesn’t see you That Way and that you should just continue being friends. Which is fine; you can take that and so could your friendship. Besides, you haven’t really had the time to examine your feelings for him past the fact that he’s your best friend whom you also might want to kiss right now (and constantly) because he’s being awkward and it’s unfortunately adorable. And that you’re scared, kind of. Whatever is going on between you feels major; like, life altering. You feel a duty to yourself and Namjoon to handle the situation with care, so yeah, you think that talking would probably be good.

You smile again at him, more weighted this time and softly say, “okay.”

Caught in your own feelings, you don’t notice Bambam gliding over to you both.

“Knew it would look better on me.” The fabric flutters beautifully around him though he stopped walking several moments before and you have to admit that it does give him the ethereal look that you were hoping to achieve. You nod, conceding the point.

You subtly try to will him away, but his eyes focus on Namjoon. You can see the moment that Bam recognizes him. Bam doesn’t really run in the same group as Namjoon, but there are a few mutual friends and enough shared drunken moments for him to say hi.

“Woah, Namjoon! What’s up, man? I haven’t seen you since Jackson’s.” Bam wiggles his eyes, dramatically suggestive, making you wonder exactly what happened at Jackson’s.

Namjoon’s eyes go wide and he responds quickly. “Nothing much. Just working. You?”

Bam shrugs and gestures around the boutique. Your eyes follow his hands and you notice that the customer is looking at the skirt that Bambam has on and you really do hope it’s because she wants to buy it. “Did I overhear that you’re going to take this one,”—he points at you and you give an annoyed ‘hey’— “to lunch?”

“Trying to anyway.”

“I forgot about Bam,”—“rude!”—"I don’t want to leave him to work alone.” Bambam once again looks around the almost empty store and then back with an incredulous look at you and a pitying one at Namjoon.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the woman says, but doesn’t actually look very sorry at all. The way she’s eyeing Bambam looks like she’s about to say some shit about the skirt. Your eyes find Bam’s, but he looks ready to do battle. Your adrenaline kicks up a notch and you prepare to throw this expensive looking woman out on her ass if she tries to pull any bullshit. “I noticed you wearing this skirt.” You stop breathing and Bambam goes very still. You fist your hand into the back of his shirt to let him know you’re there, barely registering that Namjoon has placed his hand in the middle of your back in much the same manner. “And I just wanted to say, it looks so good on you! You have a really interesting look. Do you model?”

The collective anxiety that the three of you felt leeches away almost at once. You sag back against Namjoon and he rubs your back. Bambam lights up and tells the woman, “I’ve walked a few runways.” Liar. The most he’d done was a photo shoot for one of those coupon books that goes in the middle of the Sunday paper.

The woman smiles. “Well, if you’d like to walk a few more,” she trails off and hands Bam her card. He raises his eyebrows at the name written there. “Do you have some time right now to talk?”

“Yes!” You interject. “He does. He was just about to go on break.” The woman and Bambam look pleased and as they head out the door, Bam turns, eyes wide and sparkling, and mouths ‘thank you.’

The door chimes shut behind them and you sigh, leaning even further onto Namjoon for a moment, your body giving in to the comfort it wants before your brain reminds you that you shouldn’t be taking advantage. You step away from him and immediately feel colder.

You cough awkwardly and immediately cringe. “Sorry about lunch.”

He smiles down at you and tells you not to worry about it. “I’ve got a plan b. Be right back.”

He drags his hand down your arm as a parting gesture and you try really hard to suppress the shiver that the small act sends through you.

…

While Namjoon is gone, your only customers are two women. One model tall and the other almost a head shorter, holding hands and smiling at each other.

After giving your standard “Welcome to Siren’s” speech, they tell you that their looking for party clothes, you take them to the rack with sparkly dresses and tailored pants and ask them to let you know if they need anything before giving them space.

They go through the rack; the tall woman, seeming to have more fun looking at the clothes than the other who had her clothes picked out in under 5 minutes, balks at the price of a bright sequined number that she had been considering. The other woman places her hand at the small of her back. You can only just hear her ask in a low voice, “do you like it?”

The woman takes a long look at the dress, running her fingers across the sequins. After a moment of consideration, she nods, and the shorter woman takes the dress from her and puts it over her arm where the clothes she’s chosen for herself lay.

They come up to you at the counter and the short woman smiles at you, “just these, thank you.”

You ring up the clothes and give the total. The tall woman looks embarrassed while the other pays with a matte black credit card.

You hand over the bag and tell them to have a good rest of their day and to come back anytime; giving them a genuine smile that most patrons do not get from you.

As they exit, the taller woman says, “I’ll pay you back.”

The other shrugs and says, “okay,” and taps her finger to her pouted lips.

“That’s not what I meant,” she grouses, but the woman pouts harder and taps her lips again. There is an audible sigh and the tall woman leans down and presses a short, sweet kiss into the other’s lips.

They leave and the bell above the door doesn’t ring again until it’s Namjoon that’s coming through it. His dimples pop out as he drops the bag of food onto the counter. The smell hits you and you already know that he’s gone to the Indian restaurant down the street.

“Please tell me that there’s aloo gobi in here,” you say, even as you’re digging through the knotted bag and the excess of napkins that cover the takeout boxes. “Yes!” you exclaim when you open the top container and find the curry dish inside. There’s a brief moment where you wonder if it’s too hot outside to eat something so heavy, but you forget to care, placing your face directly into the Styrofoam container. “You really know me,” you intone dramatically through a comforting mouth full of potatoes and cauliflower.

He huffs, “yeah, I do,” through his own mouthful of what looks like vindaloo.

“What do I owe you?” and even as you ask, your mind supplies a pouty Namjoon asking cutely for a kiss and you flush, eyes almost watering with how much your body craves that contact.

He waves his hand that holds the fork around, brushing away your question, “I was the one who asked. You don’t owe me anything.”

Your brain must short circuit because the words that come out of your mouth cannot be stopped, “But what if I want to owe you something?”

“Are you really about to fight me over, like, eight dollars?”

You stare intently at your food, separating the cauliflower from the potatoes rather than answer.

“Hey,” he says, trying to get your attention. You look up and his eyebrows are scrunched, and lips pursed, an overall confused Namjoon. So fucking cute, lord help you. He looks like his brain is working overtime, but he keeps his mouth shut until he’s chosen what he wants to say. Completely the opposite of you and a quality of his that you usually admire, you really should take a page or two out of his book, but right now you’re on tender hooks waiting for what comes next.

He un-scrunches and looks at you, “What exactly do you want to owe me?”

“I don’t know,” you skirt.

“Hmm.” He stares at you like he’s trying to decipher your soul. It’s…intense.

He looks so serious; it’s intimidating and so much of you doesn’t want to give away your feelings even though you’ve already hyped yourself up to do just that. And no matter how much you want to shut down and deflect, you owe it to yourself and to him to be honest.

You set down your fork and swallow your food. “Okay, so please keep in mind that you’re my best friend in the entire world and you matter more to me than my own feelings.” He straightens up and opens his mouth to say something, but you put up your hand to stop him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do this if I don’t get it all out in one go.” He nods tightly. “I guess I’ll start with the obvious,” you take a deep breath and looks down at your hands knotting and twisting together in a physical manifestation of your anxiety, “I like you. Not in a platonic way. I like you like I’ve had to stop myself from wanting to kiss you at least 3 times in the last hour. I like you like I want to hold your hand and tell you you’re cute when you’re being cute; like I want you to sleep in bed next to me and not on the couch when you stay over. I like you so much that I’ve been trying really hard not to notice it, but I think that last night changed something between us and I think that you noticed too and that’s why you wanted to have lunch with me today.

If that’s not the reason and you wanted to talk to me about something else and you don’t like me the way I like you, I will be really fucking embarrassed, but that’s okay. I can deal with my own feelings, okay?” You stop because you don’t think you can say anymore without accidentally making yourself cry.

“My turn?” he asks after a few moments of silence. You nod and brace yourself. “You said that you wanted to kiss me?” You nod again, daring to look up at him, wanting to see his face even if it might break you. He considers your confirmation. “Something did change last night. I think, that for me, it was the hope that you saw me as something more than a buddy to kick around with because I more than like you.” And then, it’s the way that he breathes out your name that makes a tear slip out and down your cheek. He says it with so much care that you can feel it.

Food forgotten, you move around the counter and into his space, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing tightly. “I more than like you,” you say with your face smushed into the warmth of his chest.

His hands come up to frame your face and guides you to look up at him. “When did you want to kiss me?” he asks, and you let out a wet laugh.

“Right now.” You tap your lips and pout and he laughs too, but he leans down and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes close after a moment; he’s too close for you to see properly anyway. It a sweet first kiss, mouths opening just a little, testing boundaries that have been in place for so long that it feels strange to be kissing him.

You’re kissing Namjoon.

You confessed and he likes you back and now you’re kissing and it’s weird, but nice and you feel like you’re going to explode you’re so happy.

You go up on your tiptoes to press more firmly into him and he presses his hands into the small of your back, helping you arch yourself closer. You can feel the difference between your bodies, the plush give of yours to the hard planes of his and all you can think is, “Does this mean I can see your tattoos?” you say against his mouth, words coming out slurred as your lips catch against his, and tug on his shirt so he gets your meaning.

“Baby,” he warns with a smile, and you close your eyes at the pet name, but it makes you remember that, while the store may be empty currently, you are still in public and actually on the clock. “You can look at whatever you like for as long as you like.”

You hide your face in his neck and wonder if he can feel your smile against his skin. You drop a kiss there, at his collar bone because now you can. “I’m really happy. You make me happy.”

He taps your shoulder to get you to look at him. He kisses you softly, barely anything at all and it makes you unsteady. “Always.” The implication of forever makes you want to fall apart in his arms; you want him to make you feel the weight of his forever which is kind of embarrassing. You note that Namjoon Kim makes you disgustingly sentimental.

“Shut up,” you mumble, face red.

“Cute.”

You smack his side until his grip loosens and you’re really looking at each other. “You need to go before I get in trouble.”

He pouts and it’s just so fucking adorable. It’s emotional terrorism is what it is. “Is this how it’s going to be?”

You take your pointer finger and push his lower lip in toward his teeth. “Yeah, I wasn’t allowed to kiss you before, so.”

He smiles and your finger hits his teeth before he grabs that hand and manipulates it into holding his. “You were always allowed; you just didn’t know it.”

You let out an undignified screech and he laughs. “You gotta go, for real.”

He concedes, but not without stealing another kiss. “I’ll see you tonight? I don’t want to wait until tomorrow. I think we still need to talk about some things.”

“Your place?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he agrees as he backs his way through the doors, eyes on you, smiling like an idiot, but you know you are too, the bell chiming as he exits.

…

Bam makes it back before the end of your shift, coming in with a big shit-eating grin on his face. He’s landed an actual modeling gig for an actual brand that you’ve actually heard of and you couldn’t be happier for him.

You part ways at the end of your shift, trading the guard with Lisa and Chung-ha. Lisa slips you some fresh Star Wars prequel memes and you drop that there’s some Indian food up for grabs in the communal fridge.

You don’t say anything about Namjoon. The knowledge your talk brought this afternoon sits so warm and comfortable in your chest you feel like you’re glowing, and you need to keep that cheesy ass sentimental shit to yourself. You can’t stop yourself from wondering about the reactions from your friend group, though. You would think that they’d mostly be positive considering how many times you’d been asked if the two of you were secretly dating.

Damn. Hindsight really is 20/20.

Heading over to his place is different than usual; your stomach full of nervous butterflies. Which is gross and wonderful at the same time. The fact that you could get used to kissing him and being with him the way you want to is so absurd and fantastic that just the thought of being next to him carries you all the way to his apartment.

Even knocking on his door borders bizarre. He opens the door and seeing his face opens you up.

The amount of smiling both of you have done today is obscene—it really is destroying your Bad Bitch persona— but you can’t stop your mouth from turning up, cheeks pushing your eyes almost closed. The good news is Namjoon looks just about the same as he ushers you into the same apartment you’ve visited a million times before.

Once you stop smiling, the anxiety that follows you into new situations starts to pool out from your stomach. You clench your hands together and squeeze, knowing what you want to do with them, but not sure if you should.

“Hi,” he says, stirring the quiet. He reaches his hand out to you, fingers spread in invitation. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and link your fingers with his. It feels weird, but good to squeeze his hand instead of your own.

He leads you over to the couch. He sits first and then you, making sure that there’s a respectable amount of space between you.

Both of you are facing forward, only chancing glances at each other every so often. The awkward silence between you stretches until you can’t take it anymore; feeling like it’s your fault, or rather your duty, to fill the silence.

“So,” you say and trail off. A strong start. “You said we should talk, and I think that’s a good idea.”

He nods but doesn’t add anything.

“It’s kind of strange, right? We’re transitioning from one thing that we’ve been for a really long time, into another, so it’s weird?” He uses his other hand to play with your intwined fingers while you speak, and it distracts you from your nerves. “It feels like it’s happening really fast and like I got so comfortable with the idea of us being more than best friends so quickly and that’s the weird part?” You kind of hate that everything is coming out like a question. You want to say things with certainty, but, fuck, if it wasn’t difficult.

“I think it would help me to know what you’re thinking about all of this,” you finish.

Your hands jostle between you as he shifts his body to look at you. His eyes like magnets, pulling you to mirror his posture; leg tucked under you and fully facing each other.

“It’s weird, but I like it.” It’s your turn to nod, communicating that you feel the same and want him to continue. “I think it’s something that I’ve spent more time thinking about than you. I was fine with how things were, but I’d hoped that we could be more for a while.”

You held his gaze for as long as you could before staring down at both of your hands. Yours almost completely dwarfed by his; long, inked, and beautiful. You think about yesterday, when you were high and tracing his tattoos and how you had no idea that less than 24 hours later you would be holding his hand without needing an excuse.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asks as you bring his hand up to your lips.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t- “you stop because you were going to say that you didn’t know he felt this way, but you’re not sure if that’s true and that just makes you feel worse. You start again. “I’m sorry that I didn’t do anything about it. I’m not sure that I didn’t know that you had feelings, you know? And I’m even more sorry that I ignored the way I feel about you for so long. And I’m scared, but I can’t ignore this,” you shake your tangled hands between you. “I’m sorry you had to wait for me.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth quickly, smiling as he draws back. “I have to apologize for doing the same thing then. I didn’t know your feelings for sure and we’ve always been really close, so it was hard. I had to convince myself that every touch and smile and moment that we got too close was just how we were as friends. But I’m not sure that I didn’t know that you had feelings, either. I think we’re both afraid of the same thing. That things will change; that we’ll be different with each other and we won’t work.

I can’t say that won’t happen because nothing is certain, but I know you and I know us. I think we’ll be okay.”

“God, I really like you.”

Namjoon laughs happily and somehow over the next few moments manhandles you onto his lap. Your arms come naturally around his shoulders just as his go around your waist.

The kiss that comes next feels more reckless than the mini make-out session in Siren’s. You know from the moment he teases your mouth open and slides his tongue in to taste you that you’re his. Every swipe of his tongue feels like a brand making you melt into him.

You break the searing kiss to scoot forward in his lap, pressing yourself against him hip to chest. You wiggle and wish that you could help the gasp that escapes you when you feel him. He’s not even fully hard and you already know that he’s going to be a lot for you to handle. The thought of him inside you, stretching you to your limit, filling you up like you deserve, makes you shy.

You tuck your face into the curve of his neck to hide your rising blush and the want in your eyes.

“Talk to me, baby. What’s going through that head of yours?” He asks, mouth pressed to the top of your head.

You groan and move your hips to try and make it clear what’s going through your head, so you don’t have to say it out loud. The feeling of your underwear moving uncomfortably against your slick folds sending another round of blood to your already heated cheeks. You’re so worked up already and it’s embarrassing. Which seems to be the fucking theme of your life right now. But his hands on your hips tighten, stopping all movement.

You whine and try to move, but his grip is strong. Flitting thoughts of him holding you down with the same strength in his tattooed arms are enough to make you try again for any friction.

And again, he stops you.

“Hey,” he whispers. “I need you to talk to me.”

You lean back and see the tension on his face, the softness that’s usually there, sharpened and dark. A look that you’re not familiar with. You’re struck by how fast this is going. How quickly you went from oblivious to this moment, dry humping your best friend (your boyfriend?).

You feel needy, the unbridled want coursing through you and the ocean in your panties is evidence enough of that but is it too soon to make this jump from platonic to…decidedly not platonic?

Namjoon waits in silence for you to speak. Always handling you with care.

You frame his face with your hands, rubbing the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs. “I’m scared that if we talk about what we’re about to do, we’ll realize that we’re going too fast.”

“Are we?” he asks with real concern, pushing you further down his hips, away from his heat.

“I don’t know,” you say, pouting. For fuck’s sake. You don’t want to have to dissect every move you two make. It doesn’t feel wrong, just weird. “I know that I want you, but if it’s too soon, I can wait until it’s not so odd.” And as much as you don’t want to, you know that you will because, “You’re worth waiting for, Joonie.”

He hugs you and it’s nice. It feels comfortable; not sexually charged, but beautiful. You can feel yourself calming down, the moment of intense need fading into something softer.

“I do want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I just- I feel like this is a big step and maybe we should think about it.”

You sigh and kiss him quickly twice before hoping off his lap. “Okay, do you want to watch a movie?”

He smiles and agrees easily.

You shift in your seat and remember the slick between your thighs. “Pick a movie while I change?”

“Sure. Any requests?”

“Not Leon,” he scoffs, and you feel the familiarity of your dynamic. You slip into his room and rifle through his drawers for a pair of sweatpants and band t-shirt before going to his bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you emerge, clean and comfy, the main menu for Howl’s Moving Castle is pulled up on the TV. Namjoon is lying across the couch on his side with enough space for you to be little spoon. You feel giddy at his choice of movie, your favorite, and his choice of position. Even though sex is not on the table tonight, you feel the thoughtful intimacy in his deliberateness.

“Hey baby,” he says when he notices you watching him. You marvel at how quickly he fell into calling you the pet name and how quickly you’ve taken to hearing it. Maybe you should pick one for him, too.

You press play and the subtitle button until you see brackets down at the bottom explaining that title music is playing. It’s how Joon likes to watch movies and you’ve watched enough movies with him at this point to prefer it as well.

He pats the empty space in front of him and you go, pushing yourself against him in a different way that still had your heart soaring. You put your head on his bicep and he cages you in, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other around your middle so there’s no danger of you falling off. You shove your legs back to tangle with his and settle in.

Neither one of you says anything until Namjoon says, “that’s my girl,” in synch with Howl and you shiver. You had never been quiet about your crush on Howl or about how hot you found those words.

You turn your head slightly and glare at him. “Are you trying to seduce me with the greatest movie of all time?”

He honest to god smirks and says, “I’ve always wanted to say it to you. And now you are my girl, so I’m not not going to say it.”

“Oh.” He watches you fidget and turn pink.

“Cute,” he says, kisses your burning cheek.

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a/n: Kim Namjoon cured my two year long writer’s block.

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #bangtan bookclub #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #friends to lovers #bts fic #bts fluff #bts smut

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loyaloutwear-a2 · 5 years

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——— BASICS! ♡

NAME! becky, kara PRONOUNS! she / her TAKEN OR SINGLE! single

——— THREE FACTS! ♡

1! i’m majoring in kinesiology with a focus on sports medicine/physical therapy, but the ultimate goal is to be a pro wrestler

2! i’ve only been a marvel fan for like a lil over a year, the only superhero stuff i knew from my childhood was the sam raimi spiderman movies and a few comic books. the first mcu movie i ever saw was iw & i didn’t understand a damn thing at first so my bf at the time had to make me sit down & watch all the movies & then rewatch iw so i could understand & i fell in love

3! i plan to learn asl so dealing selective mutism isn’t quite as much of a struggle

——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! currently only tumblr, but have used discord, quotev, facebook, & instagram.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

FEMALE OR MALE! i usually stick with female but i have two males at @shadeschanged & @panthrklaws, & a mix of both on @fightchosen.

LEAST FAVORITE FACE(S)! i rly just...don’t care honestly? i mean i guess youtubers & wrestlers if the character being portrayed isn’t the wrestler if that makes sense

MULTI OR SINGLE! multi but everyone else prefers single so i try to keep my main muses on single blogs :-)

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! angst

PLOT / MEMES! plots, but memes are good ice-breakers & stress free threads

Tagged by : @multimoose (thank u bb❣)

Tagging: @hippocraticmagic, @traumaturgic, @delicatedeath, steal it & tag me

#❛ LITTLE MISS PRISS 〉 munday !

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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Anything They Need

Summary: You're Norman and Otto's waitress for the night and you help them with "anything they need".

Warnings: Degrading and Praise Kink, Fingering, Hand job, Oral(male and female receiving), Unprotected sex, Slight Daddy kink, Anal(m+f), Creampie, Face riding, Spitting in mouth.

"Y/N, over there," your manager Rick said, gesturing over to two of the most powerful men in New York, Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius, "go get your notepad and serve them." You watched as they sat down, Norman clad in an all black suit and Otto in a black and white one, a long black leather jacket over his shoulders. "Now Y/N, they don't have all night," Rick said, snapping his fingers in your face. You rolled your eyes and took up two menus, walking over to the men with a smile on your face.

"Good night sirs, welcome to Le Bernardin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your waitress for tonight," you smiled, placing a menu in front of them, "when you're ready just call me over and if there's anything you need, I'll be happy to help."

"Thank you darling. I'm Otto and this is Norman," Otto said. "I know," you replied. Norman gave you a smirk and you went back over to a stool, sitting and waiting for them to review the menu.

"Pretty little thing isn't she," Norman smirked, watching your hips sway as you walked away. Otto nodded, mesmerized by your form, "I'd love to ruin her tonight."

Your co-worker, Sofia, squealed and sat beside you. "They were totally checking you out," she remarked, nudging your shoulder. "You think?" you asked, subconsciously fluffing your curls. "Totally, and they're really attractive, don't you think?" You nodded, looking over at them as they talked and took subtle glances at you. "A lot of girls here sleep with the rich guys that come in, God's rewarding you too." Your eyes widened and you laughed at her. "I don't know Sof, but if I get the chance I'm fucking both of them." You both giggled like school girls, Sofia telling you the stories of the other waitresses that slept with the rich men that came in. Her third story was interrupted by Otto calling you over to their table.

"Goodnight again, have you made up your minds yet?" you asked sweetly. "What do you suggest darling?" Norman asked. You looked over to Sofia and she gave you a thumbs up. You leaned over, your cleavage on full display as you flipped through the menu. Norman and Otto's gazes were averted down to your breasts the whole time. "My personal favorite is the Lobster Alfredo Pasta, nothing special but it's really good," you smiled. "Well if you recommended it then it must be good sweetheart," Otto smirked. You giggled and blush crept up on your cheeks. "For drinks, we'd like two strawberry daiquiris," Norman added. You wrote the orders on your notepad and walked away, taking up the menus.

"Y/N, did you see that, oh my gosh they were staring at your boobs the whole time." Sofia squealed. "Shhhh," you said, placing a finger over her mouth, "now here are the orders, go get them to Rick and the chef."

You sat around your stool, drinking a glass of water and caught a glimpse of one of your coworkers leaving with Tony Stark. Sofia wasn't lying when she said the girls here slept with the rich men.

You took up the dishes and balanced them in your arms. You walked carefully over to the table and placed them on it. "I'll be back with your drinks," you said, winking.

You got back with the men's drinks and placed them down. "When you're finished, I'll be back with the bill and if there's anything you need, anything, just call me over." They nodded and dug into their foods, clearly enjoying it.

Once they had almost finished their meal, you went to get the bill and a credit card machine. When they were finally finished, they called you over. "This was delicious darling, great choice," Otto complimented. You blushed and giggled, handing them the bill then gathering the plates to take to the back. You gave the dishwasher the plates then headed back over to them, swiping Norman's credit card.

"Here's a tip sweetheart, from the both of us," Norman said, handing you two hundred dollars. Your jaw dropped when you saw the bills in his hand. The restaurant you worked at was rather prestigious, rich men and women coming in everyday but you'd never been tipped this much before. You'd usually only receive about twenty dollars so this was a lot for you. "Thank you so much, I appreciate it," you smiled.

Norman turned to Otto then looked back at you. "I remember you saying that if we needed anything tonight, you'd be happy to help." You nodded, knowing where this was about to go. He gestured for you to bend down and you did, his lips a few inches away from your ear. "We want to fuck you. Make you our cockslut tonight, can you help us with that?" Norman whispered. Your knees almost buckled as he whispered seductively in your ear. "Y-yes sir," you muttered, "I'll go clock out."

You walked away, taking off your apron and enetered your manager's office. "Let me guess, you wanna end your shift early because you wanna go get fucked," Rick laughed. You cleared your throat and nodded. "It's no problem, go help them with anything they need," Rick said. You walked out, took up your bag and headed to the door, seeing them there. Sofia winked at you, giving you another thumbs up as you left the restaurant with Norman and Otto.

There was a limo waiting outside and Otto opened the door for you. Norman was on your left while Otto was on your right, your heart pounding in your chest. "We're gonna take you home and fuck all your little holes, do you want that?" Otto asked. "Yes daddy," you said. Otto smirked and pulled you by your neck, smashing your lips together in a rough kiss. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, going as deep as you could. You gasped as you felt Norman's fingers trail up and down your inner thigh. He rubbed your clothed heat as you made out with Otto then shifted your thong, his finger rubbing your clit. You moaned into the kiss, feeling Norman slip a finger into your hole.

"She's so fucking tight Otto," Norman whispered, "I'm gonna enjoy stretching you tonight." His finger pumped inside your wet pussy, curling and hitting your gspot. Otto ripped open your shirt, and bra, leaving your top half exposed. "Such a beautiful body," he complimented, then took your nipple into his warm mouth. You moaned at the contact, then Norman inserted another finger into your pussy. His pumping fast and Otto's tongue flicking and gently biting your nipple, sent you over the edge. Your legs shook as you came on Norman's long fingers inside you.

Otto's mouth left your breast and he took ahold of Norman's fingers, sucking your juices clean off. You pulled Otto's belt and Otto pulled Norman's. You stroked Otto's thick cock, Otto stroking Norman's as their moans filled the car. Your soft hands pumped his cock, the skin moving up and down as you did so, pre cum leaking from the pink tip. Otto's hands started moving faster on Norman's cock, his whimpers of Otto's name growing louder and louder. You jacked Otto's cock and he soon came all over your hand with a soft moan that went straight to your core. While Otto got him off, you brought your cum stained hand up to Norman's mouth. His warm mouth engulfed your fingers, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked off Otto's seed. Norman couldn't hold out any longer and he came on Otto's hand. Looking up at him with your best 'fuck me' eyes, you licked the cum from his cock. "Delicious," you moaned.

The car came to a halt and you looked outside, seeing you had arrived outside a beautiful mansion. They tucked their dicks back into their pants. Otto took off his long leather jacket and put it over your shoulders. You wrapped it around your body and stepped out of the limo, both of them holding your hand as you walked inside the mansion together. As soon as you reached inside, you were pushed against the door, their lips attacking your neck with bites and kisses. Your moans and whimpers filled the foyer and soon, you were carried upstairs bridal style by Norman, Otto in pursuit behind you.

You were laid on the bed as the men loosened their ties and took off their pants and boxers. You took off Otto's jacket then your clothes, leaving you bare on their satin sheets, your legs spread wide. "Prettiest fucking pussy I've ever seen," Norman said, turning to Otto. "I agree, can't wait to ruin it," Otto smirked. You bit your lip and brought your fingers down to your wet pussy, rubbing your clit. You collected your juices on your finger then sucked it off, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I want you to sit on my face princess," Norman said. Norman laid down, having you hover over his face, your pussy over his mouth and your knees on either side of his head. Otto came on the bed kneeling, his cock hard and in your face. You smirked, taking ahold of him and guiding him into your mouth as you lowered yourself onto Norman's face, grinding.

"Oh God- Oh Norman," you moaned, Otto's cock muffling your moans as Norman flicked your clit with his tongue then tongue fucked you. Your head bobbed vigorously, Otto's cock pushing pass your throat as you tried not to gag. Norman was getting drunk off the pure smell of your pussy. He held your waist, grinding you on his mouth and chin, his tongue working it's way inside your hole and over your clit.

"Fucking hell Norman, I'm gonna cum- Oh fuck I'm gonna cum daddy," you whimpered. "Cum for us baby," Norman said, licking your slit. Otto came in your mouth and you came in Norman's, your body convulsing on top of him. You moved down and spat the cum into Norman's mouth, watching as he swallowed it all.

You moved down to Norman's cock, positioning it at your entrance. Otto got off the bed and got some lube, rubbing it all over his length. Your mouth watered as it glistened in the dim light. He came on the bed beside you, lining his cock up with your untouched ass. "Ever had your ass fucked darling?" Otto asked. "No daddy," you replied and he smirked. "Glad to be your first."

With your hands on Norman's chest, the older men slowly pushed their lengths into your holes. "Oh--fuck," you moaned. They slowly moved inside you, feeling you loosen up around them. Norman's cock went deep inside your cunt and you felt him hit your cervix. "You're squeezing me so well sweetheart, such a good little cockslut," Norman praised. His pace quickened while Otto slowly pushed himself deep inside your ass. "Fuck, Otto, it hurts," you whimpered. "It'll feel better soon princess, trust me." You nodded, and Otto bottomed out of your ass then pushed back in, pleasure hitting you instantly.

Norman brought his hips up to meet your sore pussy, their paces going at the same rate. "Oh shit," you moaned, "mm, fuck my ass and my pussy, you guys are doing so good, fucking me so well." Your hands squeezed Norman's shoulders as his cock brushed your cervix over and over. You collapsed onto his body, your pussy squirting all over his cock and on his abdomen. He continued thrusting into you until he too, came. He held onto you as his cock spurted inside your warm and inviting walls.

"Guess it's my turn," Otto smirked. His cock bottomed out and inside your ass, painfully stretching it. You felt so full and your ass squeezing his cock sent him over the edge. "Fuck darling," he moaned. Otto's cum shot inside your ass then he collapsed beside you and Norman, your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the room.

Drunk off three orgasms, you fell asleep with your head on Otto's chest and Norman's strong arms wrapped around your waist. You were glad you were their waitress tonight.

A/N: Hope you liked this my Norman and Otto whores. Requests are open ;)

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