#i think he looks nice in warm stuff despite always being in black

[icannot3]

"Prom Night"

Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 4.2k (a biggie, sorry)

Warnings/notes: NSFW BELOW THE CUT (just the standard stuff, yk?) P in V penetration. Oral (male receiving). Lots of plot before. Despite the title, both Peter and the reader are adults.

Taglist: @taintandviolent @lilthbunny (comment if you'd like to be added!)

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The music is loud, and the atmosphere radiates unadulterated exultation. Like any other traditional party event, bright neon lights illuminate the otherwise dimmed area. The dining hall of the institution looked nothing like it had before. The entire area had been cleared out besides the tables full of delectable treats to snack on in the corner. Students were laughing and dancing to the beat of the music, most very uncoordinated, but that didn't matter. For the first time ever, the young mutants got the chance to feel like normal teenagers. It brought you so much joy to know that it was your idea to have an annual prom at the school, this being the very first and very successful attempt at doing so.

You could see a few students of yours beginning to come out of their shells. Many of them never got the chance to participate in such a social setting. You can tell they felt moderately awkward at the start but slowly allowed themselves to enjoy. This prom was much different than the ones you attended in high school. You always remember them to be boring but customary, hence why everyone still went for the hell of it. Part of you wished you could have had a lively experience like this one, knowing all too well how different you felt in the crowd then, as a secret mutant scared of what others may do if they knew.

But that's all in the past, and truly you could not be happier as chaperone. In the crowd of people, you see bodies being pushed to the side as an undetectable figure zipps past them. You know it's Peter, one, because obviously his powers, and two, because the blur is quickly making its way to the snack bar. Who else would be so desperate to get to them? You giggle at his determined feat. It isn't long before he runs up to you, a plate with a large, overstacked assortment of cake and cookies in hand.

Peter places his free hand on your back, his hand warm against it. "Geez, you look like a supermodel!" Like any school dance, everyone was expected to dress to the nines. All funded by the Professor through the kindness of his very rich heart. The staff is expected to wear nothing short of this, everyone in expensive formal gowns to match the children. Peter's outfit makes him look exceptionally handsome, even though he's already loosened his silver tie sloppily from around his neck. Other than that, his suit is black with a white undershirt that compliments his silver accents. To be real, the color is his trademark. Quite literally, "Quicksilver."

You pull him into a hug he reciprocates as much as he can with only one arm. "Thanks, Quicky. You clean up nicely, too!" Your finger comes below his tie, playfully flicking it upwards to tease him. "You seem like you're already excited for the after party?"

His head jerks back, and Peter lets out a dramatic sigh. "You have no idea how uncomfortable these feel. Sure, women have to wear heels, but I really think that this is the equal evil we should also acknowledge. Plus, you guys get to shamelessly take them off at the dance because everyone understands. Xavier is absolutely insane for wearing this every day." He continues to passionately ramble about the inconvenience, referring to it as "neck prison." You cackle at everything he says because it's Peter. He's naturally always funny. Or perhaps it's your blossoming feelings for him that make you feel this way.

Sometimes, you wonder if Peter is just naturally a touchy person or if there's something more behind his lingering nudges and holds. You certainly entertain it regardless, allowing him to hug and hold you as he pleases. His fingers are delicately playing with the stray hairs against your neck, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He has to know how crazy he drives you.

The timing feels perfect as a slow song comes on through the loud speakers. You silently prayed to whatever DJ God there may be for giving such a great opportunity. You hold his hand in yours, his plate being disregarded elsewhere as you take him to the dancefloor. "You gotta dance with me, I never got to do this with anyone in high school! Please?" Your request accidentally seems more like a demand with your excitement, but he knows you'd never make him do anything he doesn't want. He grins, keeping your hand in his own and wrapping his arm around your waist before swaying to the music.

You're friends. That's all. There's nothing more to it, and there never will be. You conclude that you'd simply have to die with these feelings because certainly they aren't ever going away. It's been years already that you've pined for him. Years that the two of you have been stuck by some imaginary friendship glue. Many of your days are together, you teach gym class with him. When you go on missions, Peter compliments your mutations so well that it's rare you're ever separated. He's what you would call your platonic soul mate.

But that platonic bit feels really out of place when he gives you a look that makes your heart ache. You decide that looking at his eyes that are staring deeply into your own is not helping subside your confidential feelings. Part of you wants to read more into his actions and convince yourself that he feels the same way, but you know that only leads to a shit-ton of misery once you realize that his feelings are still unrequited. So, instead, you rest your forehead against his chest and think about things that don't make you flustered. Like what you're doing tomorrow for training and not how his new cologne for the occasion smells stupidly nice.

The song picks up the beat for the chorus, and either Peter secretly takes dance classes on the low, or he's just naturally this smooth. His hand lifts yours up in the air as he encourages you to twirl. You do, the dress you wear swaying around with your spinning. He brings you back to his chest and then decides to continue to baffle you by dipping you to the floor. You lean back, trusting him fully as he pulls you back up.

By the time the song is over, the two of you are laughing, and you feel as if you can't breathe. "Didn't know you had that in you, Maxipad." The nickname is from an inside joke that you remind him of because it embarrasses him. You used it in hopes that it would make your own pitifully flustered state less noticeable.

"Please, all of those arcades I played Dance Evolution at growing up had me ready." He made his way back to his snack stash, grabbing a cookie. "Even though I was more of a Pin-ball guy. I still have record scores at the arcade in the town I grew up in."

You steal a cookie off of his plate, the bitter-sweet chocolate delight melting on your tastebuds. "You still need to show me what an arcade is like. Maybe we could hit that one." Previously, you had a conversation where you revealed that you've never been to an arcade in the past, which left Peter deeply offended. He vowed to take you to one soon, but the two of you as of lately had found yourselves so busy there was simply never a time.

"Damnit! You're right." His expression of distraught quickly changed to that of a happy one with an idea. "There's an arcade machine in my room I can introduce you to! I mean, it's nowhere near as fun as the entire arcade experience, but-"

"- That sounds perfect, Peter." You didn't even have to be convinced.

You stayed at the dance until it ended for another hour, and Peter seemed to be rather eager to get back, considering the cleaning was going to be a group effort with all of the teachers; but he took the initiative to do it all himself instead of waiting and finished it all within a minute. Not that anyone was complaining, though. It was well past midnight, and class would still be resumed tomorrow at the normal crack-ass of dawn. Any sane person would pass up Peter's offer and reschedule for another time. But not you, you were so unimaginably happy to get invited to his room that the offer still remained as good as gold.

He sped you to his room, and it was everything you expected. For a man almost in his thirties, his decor resembles that of a teenage boy. This ranges from posters, snacks, and scattered piles of clothes on the floor. You can sense his immediate panic due to him not preparing for your presence. Frantically, he zips through his room, and a moment later, it's spotless. You laugh at this. "You know you don't have to do that for me. Mine is probably way worse."

You saunter over to the large arcade machine in the corner, touching the plastic buttons. "Did you buy this thing?" It's clearly a very expensive piece of equipment, gathering by its newer looking condition. Peter comes up behind you, chuckling to himself. "Nah, bro." His response made you certain that he'd stolen it, likely in his youth when he was a bit more scandalous.

Turning around to face him, you notice he's rather close. As much as he was earlier, except clearly not for the reason of dancing. You can't help but remember how low his hand was against your back. If he'd moved it even an inch further, he would have been touching you much more sensually. You wouldn't mind if he had.

As a matter of fact, you gathered that it's strange he'd invite you up so late. Yes, it's Peter, and he's never been the predictable type. But never in the years that you've known him has he invited you to spend quality time together at one in the morning, in his bedroom.

Once again, you shake yourself out of your lingering thoughts, ashamed. You're so ridiculously horny that it's embarrassing. He remains where he stood, playing with the strap of your dress.

"That's gotta be uncomfortable. Do you want something else to put on?" His thumb grazes over the red mark where the strap had been rubbing against your shoulder. Before you can even answer the question, he's searching through his dresser. He pulls out a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and sweats. Not wanting to be rude, you take the clothes and step in his personal bathroom for privacy. Looking in the mirror gave you a small boost of confidence. Your makeup looks still wonderfully intact, and the dress you picked hugs your curves beautifully. It makes you feel so elegant that you almost feel sad to take it off.

But you can't. When your fingers give the zipper on your back a hard tug after many other failed attempts, you begin to panic. The fabric must be seriously jammed for this to happen. You've never had this much of a struggle taking off an article of clothing. For over ten minutes, you desperately try, breaking a sweat as you do so. That sadness from earlier changes to desperation as you try to then pull the dress over your head. You are unable to do this. It's too tight and won't even come over your shoulders.

Peter must have started to grow concerned with your absence. Hearing a knock on the door makes you jump. His voice from the other side is quiet. "You alright in there, bud?"

Your hands cover your face in embarrassment. You feel like you want to scream. It takes you a moment to awnser, fighting yourself on what to do next. There's a small window in the bathroom you think is large enough to jump out of, but considering your mutation is not flight and the fact that you're on the second floor makes you decide against it.

Finally, deciding to fess up, you stand at the door, opening it. "I'm stuck. My zipper is stuck." Clearly having no issues himself, he is already in his own comfortable clothing. You can see his suit disregarded on the floor in the corner of the room, that godforsaken tie on top of the pile. You know you can trust Peter to help you. He's not a creep. Not anything besides the occasional childish sex joke.

Peter laughs, motioning for you to turn around. "Geez, it seems like you just want a reason for me to undress you." You turn your head back to give him an eye roll, but accept his help and lift your hair up to assist him. His hands are gentle as he fights with the zipper. He seems to struggle as well, fiddling with the fabric for quite a while before finally you feel the sweet release of the restrictive clasp coming undone. After hours, you can finally breathe.

He'd just undone the top, but his hands stayed in their spot. Tingles went down your spine as he continued to slowly bring the zipper down. It was getting low. When you put it on earlier, it went all the way down to your ass before it was zipped. Right before he gets to that point, you stop him with your hand. Turning around to face him, you awkwardly smile; his hand still behind you.

Ultimately, you had enough, placing your hand on his chest. You aren't brainless. That was definitely a signal. "Peter, did you really invite me up here to play games? If not, that's fine, but I'm kinda dying from anticipation right now. Sometimes, I feel like you're leading me on. But then you do things that make me think we're just friends, and it's really confusing. And I have no problem with just being friends, but it's the middle of the night, and I'm standing in your bedroom half naked instead of playing Pong like we said we would and -"

He ends your rambling by pulling you close, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. You deeply inhale, taking a moment to register what's going on before kissing back. It feels heavenly, like drifting down a lazy river that doesn't have any kids in it relaxing. Like, your brain is slowly going to mush and becoming more and more useless as you continue, but you're totally okay with becoming a human vegetable if that means you can just keep going. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the connection. He tightens his arms around your back before lifting you up off of the ground, slowly twirling you around in a circle while in the air. This makes you snicker against his lips, which he reciprocates. The happy moment makes your brain foggy with admiration.

"I'm an absolute loser for not doing this sooner." Peter lays you down on the bed, joining beside you. Your legs hang off of the edge of the furniture. "I really, really like you. I have for a while. When we decided to have a prom I wanted to ask you to go with me so bad and be all cheesy about it, but I pussied out so I decided that the next best option was to get Jean and Raven to teach me how to dance so that we could." His words are being sputtered out like rapid-fire. "Please tell me I'm not finally saying this too late, and you haven't met someone else?" His voice is soft, laced with hints of doubt. He brings his fingers up to your hair, brushing it off of your cheek and behind your ear.

Your discomposure becomes all the more obvious as you pick at your nails, fiddling with your hands anxiously. This entire moment is more than you could even fathom in the past, like a fairy-tale coming to life. He likes you. He has liked you! Every pent-up feeling you've ever had for years has been reciprocated. "Peter -." You pause, trying to think on what to say. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. You wouldn't be late even if you had waited another few years to tell me that. I've liked you for a while."

Peter rolls himself on top of you, pressing multiple kisses to your face. He starts with your forehead, traveling his lips quickly down your nose, then rapidly on your cheeks. The affection feels pleasantly smothering. Finally, with one last final peck on the space between your brows, he connects himself to your lips once more. It's even better than the first time, giving you more of an electric sensation.

You grow heated, the sensation making you feel aroused. The kisses on your end grow more open-mouthed and inviting. When his tongue slips inside hungrily, you whimper, reveling in the feeling. This only encourages Peter more as he lifts his arm behind your back, making it arch while gliding his other hand down your torso. He groans delightfully, feeling your curves with fervor.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" His voice is deep with longing. His tongue laps against the sensitive flush of your neck. He finds the spot that makes you gasp the loudest, sucking the area just enough to make a small mark of his presence. You definitely don't ever want him to stop. He continues to go lower, trailing down between your breasts. Peter pulls you up, sliding the already half-off dress down your shoulders. His face turns bright red as a gawks at the sight of your bare chest. His finger rolls over your soft bud as he feels it harden beneath it. Squeezing your soft mound, he plays with you for just a little longer before connecting his lips to yours. There's a certain gentle urgency in his touch that brings you to an otherworldly place. Nothing else matters in this moment besides his hand that's slowly coming up your thigh. You can feel yourself already slick with arousal as you squeeze your legs together for some kind of friction. Peter senses this, using his hand to spread you apart as much as he can with your still clothed bottom-half.

He cups your center with his palm, rubbing over the area. His fingers curl inside of your folds, the ghost of a touch teasingly going over where you need him most. You mewl desperately for him, grinding into his hand. He grins against your neck, chuckling to himself. "So wet for me already? That's extremely hot. Have you ever gotten this worked up for me before, when you're all alone?"

He finally rubs slow circles against your clit, causing your eyes to screw shut with ecstacy. You can only bring yourself to nod as a response, finding yourself physically unable to speak in such a state. His hard-on is pressing against your leg. You can tell he's just as desperate as you are. Taking your hand, you press it against his chest to signal him to stop. His movements coming to an end leave you with a sense of longing as you get up, but quickly, you remove the rest of your dress and allow it to fall to the floor. Fervently, you slide down his pants and boxers. His cock springs to life after no longer being restricted by the confines. His tip is already leaking precum. The craziest thing about this entire ordeal is how natural it feels, but perhaps that's because of how often you find yourself imagining it.

Peter swallows, knowing where you're going with this as you wrap your hand around his shaft. You squeeze him lightly in your hand, testing the waters by giving a few slow pumps while watching his reactions. His face contorts in pleasure as he leans back on his elbows. He refuses to look away, fascinated by the sight of you. You experimentally lick from the bottom of his length to the tip, swirling your tongue around it. The taste is actually quite nice, faintly sweet. You suck his tip once more before finally bobbing your head down, taking as much of him as you can. It's only a little more than halfway before you can feel him against the back of your throat. You have to hold back gagging from the sensation. Peter lets out a deep groan, saying your name like it's his mantra. As you continue, his groans grow more needy. His hips instinctively thrust upwards, causing your eyes to water as he fucks your throat. A part of you grows embarrassed, knowing the tears in your eyes and swollen lips are not the greatest sight to see. But Peter trains his eyes on you, mesmerized.

He pulls you off of him, taking off his shirt before aligning himself with you. You look down and admire his toned muscles, stroking them curiously. It's wonderful. He feels and looks like one of those majestic Greek statues. Not the weird ones with small dicks and missing noses. Peter's cock teasingly rubs between your wet folds, brushing against your sensitive clit. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go inside. He begins to push his tip in, slowly bottoming out. When he finally does, he gasps, squeezing your hips. The feeling is delectable as he stretches you out so perfectly. You can feel your walls fluttering around him. Nodding your head, you signal for him to continue.

His pace quickens fast, and Peter pulls one of your legs up as he thrusts to go deeper. His eyes are trained on your expression, trying to find the perfect spot to hit in order to fully satisfy you. When he achieves this, the upward curve of his dick rubbing an area that makes your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull, he drills you just like that into the mattress. You find yourself unable to hold back the unholy noises you had no idea you could make. Pleasure overwhelming enough to make you mentally check out.

You begin feeling an all too familiar intense fondness in your abdomen. It's like a tital wave threatening to spill over. You grab Peter's shoulders, pulling him close. He peppers kisses along your collarbone, thrusts getting more uncoordinated and sloppy. He's getting close too, you can tell by his labored breathing and moans that are growing slightly more high-pitched and frequent. His hand reaches down, buzzing against your throbbing bud to finish you off. Your eyes shoot wide open, not expecting that suprise. Sure, you've seen him use this technique in the past to break glass, but never had you imagined that he could do this. He pumps once more deeply inside of you, sending you over the edge. Blinding pleasure explodes throughout your body, sending you into an oblivion. Peter pulls himself out, cumming on the soft skin of your stomach and letting out a guttural moan.

He collapses on top of you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your shoulder. Sweetly, his hand runs through your hair, a string of unintelligible compliments being whispered in your ear. "You're so perfect, baby. Never, never, never ever letting you go. Never. Don't ever leave me." Those are a few of the many you manage to make out. You tightly embrace him, allowing yourself to relax against him.

You feel a sudden shift, and in the blink of an eye you find yourself wearing the clothes he gave you earlier, all cleaned up. He is instantly laying beside you again, fully dressed, with a blanket covering the two of you. He pulls you against him as he lays on his back. Smiling, you trace small circles onto his chest. "We should do that more often, huh?"

He nods excitedly, pulling you in tightly. "Oh hell yeah, we've got years of being deprived we gotta make up for."

#evan peters #fluff #peter maximoff #x men #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff smut #fr kinda popped my pussy for this one

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 2

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

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

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

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

Your second day isn’t as intimidating. You find your desk by yourself and even remembered your honey bear mug! You tuck your bag underneath as your computer boots and check your phone for any updates from your blog. Nothing special, just a hobby.

You yawn and sign in, taking two tries to remember your credentials correctly. You check the shared calendar and see that you have a meeting after lunch with IT. Daniella mentioned you had to get your security passes before the end of the week, that’s probably what that’s for.

You swivel back and forth as you open up your training list. You’re making good progress. You think. You don’t really know. It seems like a lot and despite feeling as if you’ve run a marathon, there are only a few ticks marked off.

Before you dive in, you need a pick-me-up. You really liked that butterscotch coffee but you might try something new. You enter the kitchen and wait behind a woman you don’t know as she brews her coffee. When she’s done, she returns your ‘good morning’ but doesn’t stop to chat. Must be a busy day.

You place your cup on the tray and pick out a French Vanilla pod. You don’t really know what the difference between regular vanilla and French vanilla is. Maybe the French stuff is fancy. Ooh la la.

You hum as the coffee grinds. It sounds angry. Well, it is probably the most overworked fellow in this place. Every day, seeing the heart caffeine hounds, having them poke his face, and glare until he does his jobs.

It’s a machine. Your mother always said you put a bit too much empathy into objects without sentience. Well, your English teacher shouldn’t have made you read that book about Electric Sheep or whatever.

Your cup is full and you grab it, focused on putting the lid on it to keep it nice and warm. As you turn, you fail to stop in time. Your hand knocks against the man’s chest and you gasp as coffee splashes onto his dark shirt. Not much as you manage to block most of it but enough to make him grunt and step back.

It’s him! Oh no. You’ve upset him again.

“I’m sorry, mister,” you say as you hold out your dripping cup, “I didn’t hear you. You sure are quiet.”

He grumbles and stomps to the sink, slamming his mug down as he snatches paper towels from the dispenser. You bite your lip nervously and near. You keep your cup from dripping onto your light blue cardigan with the little white clouds.

“Can I have some–”

He wipes his hands and shirt with a growl. He swipes up his cup without and answer and moves around you to the coffee machine. His cup hits the tray hard and he jabs the screen as it beeps at him in demand of a pod. He takes one and peels open the package before shoving it inside.

“I’m really sorry,” you say as you dry off your cup and fix the lid firmly, “you snuck up on me… like a wolf.”

He shakes his head and looks at the ceiling. He’s tall, his posture is straight and unbending, making you more conscious of your slouching. He wears all black that day, it makes him look lean, and the silver rings shine around his fingers. You only then notice the stud in his ear.

“Oh! I like your earring–”

“Why are you talking to me?” He snarls without looking at you.

You recoil and sputter. You’re not being rude. You’re just trying to be nice. He reminds you of that guy in university who used to call you airhead.

“Because… I wanna?” You say with a shrug, “I still didn’t get your name.”

“Look, I’m not interested in making friends. I come in,” he takes his cup from the tray, “do my work,” he points at you past the porcelain, “and I mind my goddamn business.”

He turns and strides out, another beastly sneer rolling out of him. You furrow your brow and pout at the door. Tammy enters with her own mug, a bright pink thing with a picture of Dolly Parton on it. Ah, you get it, 9-5.

“Ugh, that man is always in a mood,” she says.

“Yeah…” you agree thinly.

“Try not to get in his way. Five years and he’s never said a word to me. It’s too bad, he’s not bad on the eyes.”

You don’t acknowledge her last sentence. It’s not very appropriate for the workplace and she’s married. Quite happily as she only ever talks about her husband. You tell her to enjoy her coffee and go back to your desk.

Maybe you should just steer clear. Eat at your desk or somewhere else.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #snowpiercer

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Tough Love [Final Sequence #2]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Soft!Yandere!Titus x fem!Reader

WORDS: 658.

WARNINGS: p in v sexual intercourse, mentions of spanking, dom!Titus, power kink/dubcon, swearing, manipulation, cum play, plugging, creampie, period sex, breeding kink.

A/N - I had went overboard the first time for @chompchompluke 's request, so here is the final part :) hope you all enjoy xoxox here is part 1 !!!

However, from time to time, his concerns would surface and fear would struck a chord with him... The brutal fear of losing you. 

He would catch your fleeting glimpses towards the front door, and this would inevitably trigger the unfavourable side in him.

Not a single word would be exchanged, nor would he show any acknowledgment that he took to notice your temptation. Only that he would send you off to do some random task, to divert your attention away.

It was only when night had befallen, and you both sought the company of your bed, that he would have his way with you, indulging in all his dark, sensual fantasies. 

Despite the trust and new found freedom Titus had granted you, there was still an obvious power play. 

You did not dare to disobey his orders, especially when his tone grew deeper and stern. His pupils dilated as his black orbs swallowed those endearing, ocean blue eyes. A more unfamiliar and menacing look about him would exude and you knew better than to taunt him. 

"After everything that I have done for you, all that I have provided you, you want to leave me, huh? You think you can just walk out that front fucking door, and I'd stand aside and let you? You think I don't notice you staring at that door, hm?" 

Titus was a believer in rewards, although that also meant he was a firm advocate for punishment when necessary. Your punishment for any signs of rebellion against him, was far greater than any rewards reaped. 

Whether he would spank your ass raw, slapping your bare cunt with his thick, rigid cock stretching your walls beyond comfort, as he would pump his mass deep and sloppily inside. He was desperate to stuff you so full of him, until you were practically full to the brim, your slick, tender folds would be oozing with his seed. He needed to know that you were tainted, tainted by his undoing. 

He even would taunt in plugging you up, which he ultimately had convinced himself to do. Whether that be, fucking you himself and cumming inside, only to shove a vibrator in, as he made you squirm and moan relentlessly to his will. 

His hands would often linger over your body, especially your bloated stomach, his touch grazing over your sensitive skin, as he envisioned you swollen with his babe growing inside. That was his ultimate dream, and he knew the day would come from his efforts. 

Whenever you began to mensturate, he would take complete control and care: seeing you in agony pained him, keeping you at bed rest, as he attended to you himself. 

"If baby wants the pain to go away, she can always ask Daddy Titus to make her feel better, hmm? Even a little blood won't stop me, princess." 

It took him a while to grow accustomed to the sensation of fucking you whilst you were on your periods [making sure not to make so much of a mess, although he can't help it]. 

The warm feeling of your blood pooling and coating over his throbbing cock, and how unyielding the tension between your thighs felt, even though the concoction of blood and cum, made it far more easier for him to pummel into your cunt, overrode the cramps, and you felt cured.

"Maybe if I get you all nice and pregnant, you won't have to go through all this, yeah? Wouldn't that be the sweetest, you growing my babe inside?"

Eventually, you knew the day would come when Titus finally got what he had dreamt of, which was a family. Being honest with yourself, you were keen on it happening soon, and felt your body taking him so well already.

Overtime, he continued to trust you more, making himself vulnerable to you.

Life was a decadence with Titus, and you had now long forgotten the girl you were before he snatched you.

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[thepaperpanda]

The Christmas market || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: As a result of many pleas from you, Ivar agrees to go to a Christmas market with you in order to find the perfect gifts for his family.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1609

Authors: Rouge & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: a visit to a Christmas market

Despite Ivar's whining and nagging, you dragged him through the crowd. 

Although he disliked crowds, especially at the christmas market, you both made it a goal to find something pretty for the party since his mother invited you over for dinner. "Y/N! We have been here for an hour already. We visited every stall, but nothing seemed good enough for you. Can we go home now?" Ivar grunted impatiently.

"Of course we can't yet," you said, squeezing his palm in your hand. "I told you I wouldn't go to your parents' house without a few gifts for them, didn't I? Is it so difficult for you to be as happy and excited about it as I am?"

He rolled his eyes, commenting, "Why waste money on gifts that will sit around, collecting dust? Why don't you bake cookies, pack them nicely, and give those as gifts to them?"

"Don't worry, I'll do that as well, my grandmother gave me an amazing old recipe for gingerbreads, I'll decorate them with two types of frosting," you said to Ivar after stopping at another stall. You discovered a lovely wooden box with floral ornaments there. "Hey, check it out. What do you think, love? Could it be a nice jewelry box for your mother?"

"I bet she didn't fill the one father gave her years ago," Ivar shrugged, looking at other stuff in the stall.

As you adjusted your woolen hat on your head, a deep sigh escaped your lips. "Helpful as always, aren't you, babe?" You chose a lovely wooden lighter for Ivar's father because you knew Ragnar was a smoker.

"It's really overpriced. Do you really expect me to be happy when we throw away money?" Ivar sighed, shaking his head.

"Ivar," you said, "it doesn't matter how much those things cost. What truly matters is the need in my heart to gift people the Christmas spirit and happiness, even if it's with small things."

"I don't think your wallet feels the Christmas spirit," Ivar commented. "Christmas is about family, not gifts, isn't it?"

Ivar was getting on your nerves again that day, so you only grunted. First, he objected to leaving your shared flat because it was snowing and he had a FIFA session to finish with his mates. Later, after he agreed to accompany you on your shopping trip, he mentioned being bored and hungry.

It wasn't that Ivar hated Christmas; instead, he didn't understand the point of spending all that money on trinkets that would only be used once.

"What do you suggest then?" You asked, resting your hands on your hips.

"I think a gift made by hand means more," Ivar told you. "But if you really need something for my mom, get her jewelry."

You were playing with the wooden box you held in your hands while thinking about Ivar's words. You returned the box to the seller with a nod, saying that all you wanted was the hand-carved lighter. "In this case, we'll need to go to another store, babe."

Ivar nodded his head after letting out a deep sigh. "If you promise me a hot chocolate, I am willing to go."

"We need to stop by Starbucks then," you tapped his nose, a sly grin spreading across your lips as you did.

"Okay, cool, but lead the way before I change my mind and head home," Ivar joked.

You reached for his palm and intertwined your fingers with his, delighted to discover that even though he was wearing his favorite black gloves, his hands were so warm.

A gentle kiss was placed on your fingers as he lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. "Your hand is so cold that my tongue would get stuck if I licked it," Ivar stated out of the blue.

You blinked as you listened to his words and grimaced to show him how embarrassed you were by his statement. "You're impossible, Ivar."

"C'mon, I know you love it when I tease you like this," Ivar teased, kissing your cheek.

You went straight to Starbucks, as you promised, and ordered hot chocolate for Ivar and a spicy pumpkin latte for yourself.

As long as Ivar had his favorite drink in hand, he was more likely to follow you without whining.

You asked him to accompany you to a jewelry store, where you chose a pair of silver earrings with a reindeer theme.

In this case, Ivar was much more eager to assist you in picking up a gift for Aslaug. It was picking gifts for his brothers that worried him most; according to him, none of them deserved anything.

"So, do you have any ideas for gifts for your brothers?" You inquired as the two of you strolled down the Strøget.

"Hard to say. None of them deserve gifts," Ivar muttered while looking around. “How about socks?”

"Socks? Are you serious, sweetheart? This is the most ridiculous gift idea," you lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Oh don't be silly, love. It's a perfect gift for those assholes," Ivar said, rolling his eyes. "Let me see! Hvitserk can get weed or brownies... Or both, actually. He has a sweet tooth, as we all know. Ubbe can get a pen. Sigurd might benefit from a lame book about music history. Bjørn? We can get him a year's supply of condoms."

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a laugh and stopped walking, considering everything he said. "Ivar! You're so cruel! It's a good idea to get Ubbe a nice pen. A book about music for Sigurd is not a bad idea either. I'm only concerned about condoms for Bjørn and weed for Hvitserk. Oh, and I still need to find the perfect gift for my baby boy," you enhanced his hat to cover his ears.

Ivar smiled and moved closer before whispering into your ear, "You will shed those clothes, wrap yourself in a nice lacy set, and it will be the best gift I have ever received."

You closed your eyes and smirked, feeling your cheeks flushed. "Ivar, babe, if you behave like a good boy you are deep inside," you poked the left side of his chest, "I'll think about that," you kissed his lips briefly after climbing on your tiptoes.

"I deserve such a gift," Ivar chuckled, booping your nose. "I've been a good boy this year." A slight frown appeared on his face before he improved your thick scarf. "We should get this done as soon as possible. You are cold and I don't want you to get sick again."

"Come on, I'm not the one to get a cold after a cold like you," you pretended to be offended by his words.

"Keep thinking like that, little one, live your sweet, little dream," he patted your head. "Now. Let's go home, I'll take care of those gifts. Bjørn is still getting condoms though."

You helplessly rolled your eyes and shook your head after hearing his comment. "Ivar?" You looked up at him and intertwined your fingers with his.

Squeezing your hand while hiding it in his pocket, he only hummed, looking down at you.

"Can you visit one more place with me? I promise it'll be the last one."

He nodded but tapped his cheek, giving you a look.

After a brief eyeroll you climbed on your tiptoes again and kissed his cheek, inhaling the cologne he used which you gifted him with on his birthday.

A giggle escaped his lips and he nodded. "Let's go now. Lead the way."

You led Ivar to one more stall while holding his hand.

After following you, Ivar inspected the stall. "What is the purpose of our visit here?"

"You like wolves, right?"

"Yeah, I do," he replied simply.

"I saw them last week, when I came here to check out the Christmas market for the first time," you told him, taking a wooden bracelet in your hand. It had a charm shaped in a wolf howling to the moon, and the moon was cut in a half. "I thought we could get ourselves matching bracelets..."

A quick kiss was exchanged between Ivar and you as he grabbed your chin. "I think I have a really clever and cute girlfriend. I really like this idea."

He kissed you quickly, but it was sweet enough to melt your heart. You discovered the tiny metal clasp and opened it, asking Ivar to extend his hand to you. You put the bracelet on his wrist and locked the clasp as soon as he did. "There. Oh, it's perfect for you!"

He placed another bracelet around your wrist before moving your hand to his lips to kiss its top. "Let's do it this way: I can pay for yours and you can pay for mine, so we have perfect gifts for each other."

You nodded eagerly enough for your hat to fall off your head. "Oh, hell, silly me," you laughed.

A soft chuckle escaped Ivar's lips as he improved your hat and kissed your nose. "You may think you're too silly, but I love that about you."

You paid for his bracelet, and as he did the same, you snatched him under your arm and rolled down the Christmas market with him, inhaling the scent of gingerbreads spreading all over the place, hot tea with honey and ginger, and spicy coffee in various types. You glanced at Ivar's face briefly as the two of you walked together, trying not to draw his attention to this fact. Your heart overflowed with affection for this young man, who was perfect on the inside and out. You'd never been happier in your life.

#ivar the boneless #Ivar x reader #ivar x you #Ivar the Boneless #Ivar the Boneless fluff #modern!Ivar #Ivar fluff #Ivar the Boneless x reader fluff #Ivar the Boneless fic #ivar lothbrok #Ivar's heathen army #Ivar Ragnarsson #vikings #vikings x reader #vikings fic #vikings fanfiction #vikings fluff #ivar the boneless fanfic #paperpanda winter writing event #writers on tumblr

[helmarok]

hrmmm lukas headcanons

he's 18 in season 1 and 28 in season 2

short king, 5'4"

he's bisexual and poly. he's got two hands one for jesse and one for petra

him and aiden/maya/gill were all raised together by his grandma, the other 3 being adopted. everyone would ask lukas why he sticks with those assholes, and it's because they're his family, and they grew up together and it would hurt to break off from them and it DID hurt when aiden decided to cut him out.

bro loves baking as a hobby. everyone loves his cookies. aiden too but he never admits it and always says something's wrong with them but would eat half the batch every time without fail

he's a cat guy, but also a horse girl. his old horse was named reba, she went missing when the witherstorm hit. he kept the black horse he rode from the witherstorm on and named her dolly.

very good at archery because i decided the ocelots are a hunting group, not primarily builders though they are good at it. his melee combat though... yikes. in sky city when he meets aiden in the throne room, he's almost immediately taken down.

not a big fan of loud or busy environments. after moving from the treehouse to beacontown, he tried to live with petra and jesse for a while but didn't like the city life and moved.

he HATES the cold! no amount of layers can save this man. that's another reason why he moved away from beacontown. it's too far up north for him.

lukas kinda like the therapist of the group cause he's the most mentally stable and best at feelings and best at handling them and overall he is just comically perfect idk what to say. he doesn't like it when people hold everything in and explode because that's kinda what happened with aiden. this puts him at odds with petra in season 2.

he wears a really gay cowboy belt with an ocelot on it. also walks around in cowboy boots.

definitely has an ocelot fursona that he has many doodles and lore of in his little journal. he has also doodled the whole order fursonas: jesse a pig, petra a wolf, axel a creeper, olivia a sheep, and ivor a bat. if anyone asked him what their fursona would be, he has an answer. but the only people who know this information are jesse and petra who accidentally found it looking for another book and he made them promise not to tell anyone.

lukas is real easy to become friends with so he became closest with ivor before anyone else in the order. this is partially because they share an interest in history and old legends and reading and nerd stuff like that. sometimes they just chill and discuss these nerd things over tea.

big fan of country music and classic rock

you're not gonna believe this but his favorite drink is a nice warm glass of milk

lukas was the closest thing petra had to a friend before the order came to be, so he always had discounted deals when it came to rare items. once in a blue moon, she'd even give him something cool for free as her way of saying she likes having him around without actually saying it.

he's very humble, and even when the order is drowning in riches and the hall is decorated with gold and diamonds and everyone has fancy enchanted armor and tools, this dude is still running around in iron pauldrons and still got a set of iron tools. his bow isn't even enchanted, despite petra begging him to let her put something on it since she enchanted everyone else's stuff.

i think he has a book series that's like minecraft warrior cats. like his biggest book is obviously the one on the witherstorm but his cat books are definitely a renowned series with fans all over the world. and he tooootally didn't base some of the characters after his friends...

i have more but this is just off the top of my head so maybe i'll make another post one day

#ganon rambles #gancanons #mcsm #mcsm lukas #erm. happy autism month 😁

[flintox]

Eviction Duty. [Story + Illustration.]

"Latte, with extra cream, extra hazelnut syrup and a pinch of cinnamon." Gaius placed the warm cup on the desk carefully, along with a small brown paper bag, stained with spots of grease. "And a cheesy pastry." The towering mouse said, not daring to try to pronounce the name of the weird cheese egg bread thing he'd just delivered.

"Mhm-" Without a word the older mouse reached across the desk, grabbed the cup and took a sip without looking up from her tablet.

Gaius stood there silently, hands behind his back and a professional smile on his face. The day was almost over and he was hoping that he might be let off early or get some easy job that didn't take too much time. Usually, Miss Haytham-Trench didn't have too much for him to do so late in the day, only simple stuff like helping clean up. Miss Haytham-Trench had a bad habit of dropping pens and often had him pick them up for her. Or giving her a shoulder massage, evidently she had really bad shoulders and far too little time to go to a spa so she would have Gaius massage them for her...and her feet, and occasionally her back.

Miss Haytham-Trench glanced up from her tablet, locking eyes onto Gaius. "I'm gonna be leaving early today."

He lit up. If she was leaving early that meant he was leaving early. "Oh?"

"It's the anniversary of my marriage to my husband." She said flatly as she packed up the tablet and reached across the desk to grab her handbag.

"Nice! Congratulations!" Gaius smiled.

She smiled back as  she slowly leaned forward across the desk, resting her chin on her palm and kicking up her legs, staring back at Gaius through a half lidded stare. "Are you...busy tonight, Mr. Prince?" The black suit dressed mouse leaned back, sighing softly as she ran a hand down her torso, smoothing out the creases the clothing made around her considerable curves. "I might have some...overtime assignments I need help with."

"Well uh-" He tensed up. Gaius felt his hands get clammy. "I already made plans with some friends, actually. Going to see a movie-" The mouse quickly answered, eager to escape any overtime work.

Her stare intensified, showing a hint of annoyance. "I don't think you understand." the older mouse mused as she slowly undid a top button on her shirt. "I need someone large and strong to help me~"

He swallowed back his nerves, tugging on the collar of his tight white shirt. This happened quite often. Gaius, despite being a mouse, was tall and broadly built. Miss Haytham-Trench, (or Kathrine, a first name that Gaius didn’t feel he knew her well enough to refer to her with.)  had once joked about him having been a bull in his previous life before asking if he wanted to be a bull in this life too, to which Gaius had answered that he was quite happy being a mouse. Since he was the big tall strong person in the work group or friend group he was often picked out to help with heavy lifting. "S-sorry Miss." The mouse said sheepishly. "I already paid for tickets and everything."

Kathrine stared at him blankly, visibly disappointed. She quickly redid the button on her shirt and stood up. "Right. Anyway, we got a habitat unit that just missed their deadline." The dark dressed mouse said, a hint of annoyance in her tone as she leaned over her desk and wrote something on a post it note.

He blinked. "Oh?"

"I'd deal with it myself but-although I-" The shorter, older mouse began but stopped, seemingly thinking about something, almost hesitant. "No, I gotta head home early and deal with my-i mean spend time with my husband. I'm going to need you to deal with the eviction."

His tail stopped flicking excitedly. "R-really?" He stammered as his employer handed him the post it note.

"Sure. Why not." She snatched up her cup of coffee and pastry. "Just remember to lock up afterwards and don't make too much of a mess."

Gaius felt a pit form in his stomach. His boss always dealt with the evictions herself, always. She would spend hours in the safe room and would always come back out exhausted and sweaty like she'd just finished a vigorous workout, but always in a really good mood. Gaius had walked past the safe room and heard the noises of straining coming from within. "I-isn't it like-- really hard?"

"Not really." She sighed, walking past the much taller mouse. "Just make sure to do it on the center table so the other habitats can see."

"But how do i-" Gaius stammered. "How do I do it?"

Kathrine stopped, turning around to look at Gaius. She slowly looked the towering mouse up and down, lingering on his broad chest before her eyes trailed down, lingering for a moment on his crotch as she bit her lip softly. Gaius looked down, worried he might have spilled something on his pants. "Just--just get creative." She finally said as a wide smile crept across her face.

"C-creative?" Gaius repeated, adjusting his glasses. 

"And do it in a way that sends a message to the others to make sure they know to keep paying." She quickly said. "See you tomorrow, 9 o' clock, sharp. I'm gonna need a massage before an early meeting."

---

He felt on edge as he typed in the code to the safe room, named so as it was the room where they kept their customers safe. 

The room itself was fairly regular and not really that safe compared to other rooms aside from the keypad access needed to enter it, which everyone in the insurance office had. 

The console beeped and the door slid open, allowing Gaius to step inside the room. It was a small chamber, only enough to fit a single table and five shelves, shelves housing small devices. Their clients.

It was a spin on a very simple business. Out in the vastness of the universe there were so many, ridiculously many ways to die.  Not just on an individual level, entire ships, bases, towns, cities, countries and even star systems could vanish in a blink of an eye. Of course, those events were rare. Most of the time places and people would suffer a slow, agonizing death too horrible to put into words in even the most descriptive languages of the vast universe. It was an endless parade of cosmic horror out there. Unless you had money.

Through a very expensive process, richer worlds could buy safety. Or rather, insurance. For most of their worlds. It was really simple actually. Using a third party contractor offering a very specific service (and free delivery) entire continents could be compressed and downsized until they could fit in the palm of a large hand. After that, those continents could be housed in a container and kept in a remote, undisclosed location where none of the horrible things that could happen in space could possibly come for them...for a reasonable monthly price.

This room was one of those undisclosed locations.  An insurance office that housed a total of 271 clients paying for the privilege of staying safe while their planets suffered some atrocious fate that would lead to their destruction.

Gaius scanned the shelves with his eyes, glancing down at the note in his hand. 8IHI. After a brief search, the mouse spotted the container he was looking for.

It was a nice looking landmass. No wider than his palm, not counting the container. With lush fields of blue plants. He couldn't remember the name of the planet it came from but Gaius could recall that they were in a big hurry to get off their planet. Something about an invading empire--or was it some civil war on their own planet. Gaius hadn't really been listening since he got distracted by the guy delivering the container. He still regretted not getting that cute lynx's number.

Carefully, he unplugged the container and removed it from its spot on the shelf and moved it over to the table. When he first started working there, the idea of holding onto something housing billions of people had him all sorts of nervous but he was used to it by now. After all, those casing were insanely durable. He dropped one on accident at least once a month and so far it hadn't caused any problems. Or at least that's what Kathrine had told him.

The mouse stood over the container. He was starting to feel a bit awkward. It was a really nice looking world and he was sure that the blue plant covered landscape probably looked amazing up close and not nanoscopic on some table. How was he supposed to do this? He'd been told to do it in a way that sent a message to the others. It sounded gruesome but according to his boss they needed the extra incentive because they needed to make sure the clients remembered why they needed to keep paying for the service. Plus, they couldn't be burdened with the extra cost of sending them back to their home worlds where they would meet the same fate anyway. There was no other way around it, that world had to be utterly destroyed.

How was the question? He couldn't just...dump it in the trash...could he? Compared to the various ways the universe could obliterate something, being chucked into a plastic bin didn't exactly scream 'incentive'. Miss H-T said to send a message.

His train of thought was derailed by a red light that started blinking on the side panel of the container. "Oh no." Gaius sighed.

Each container was fitted with a boatload of functions made to keep the continents within safe and healthy. One of those features was the ability to talk to normal sized people outside the container. A handy way to update monthly fees or exchange billing information. Gaius had heard about this from the boss. Of course the rulers of each container knew that they'd missed the deadline and would often call at the last minute to negotiate or beg. It was really sad since company policy was not to allow any sort of renegotiation. as Kathrine had said, if you give them an inch they take a mile.

Gaius gave the container a sad smile and denied the call. Best to not delay this more than he had to.

Deftly, he tapped the password into the tiny console on the side. "Pass...word...1." As soon as the last letter was input, a loud hiss sounded from the container and the glass like ceiling popped up and the steel rim clicked, allowing Gaius to slide the mechanism away and leaving the continent sitting on the small steel plate that remained.

He took a moment to examine the tiny continent closer. It had to be terrifying to be so small and he couldn't imagine how horrible the civil war or whatever they were hiding from had to be to warrant making themselves this vulnerable. In a way, going out in a controlled environment like this was probably way better than sending them back. Gaius rose to his full height. "uh-Hey!" The mouse spoke in as clear a tone as he could manage. "So uhm- Y-you have failed to keep your payment schedule and your accounts have therefore been terminated. S-sorry about that. I'll try to make this quick and painless!"

Despite his promise, he wasn't sure how to accomplish that. He could just step on them but that would leave too many areas to the sides left undamaged and he wanted to make sure there was no chance anything got left in ruins. That would bum him out. Using his hand to just flatten the continent was also an option but he wasn't sure if there was some poison stuff on that world. As pretty as that blue landscape was, it was likely super poisonous to someone not native to that world...and they didn't stock gloves at the office.

An idea popped into his head. A method that would eliminate the world as quickly and painfully as possible while also keeping to his boss’s  orders of making it impactful for all the other worlds watching.

Gaius turned around, leaning his rear over the tiny continent. It was the perfect plan! His butt was large enough to cover the entire world and plush enough to make sure no little things got left behind. Plus, it was clothed so he wouldn't catch some alien poisoning and it would definitely send a message to the other worlds. He couldn't imagine there were many worlds that wanted to meet their end under someone else's end.

He softly ran a hand across a khaki pants covered cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. The mouse was just a little proud of his hind features. After years of squatting and sculpting it, why shouldn't he be? Surely, the world below would appreciate a quick and merciful end under his butt rather than whatever else the universe might throw at them.

Slowly, the mouse leaned his rear back, trying his best to keep an eye on the world on the table at the same time. He could barely see it over his shoulder, the rounded shadow of his cheeks looming over them. The tiny lights of tiny cities could be seen in the shade, with small flickers floating out from the tiny gray clusters. Often, members of the civilization would try to escape on ships after their rent time ran out. They didn't really bother dealing with those since they were too small to be an issue and would most often just get destroyed by the office air conditioning, though Gaius did inhale a gnat sized battle cruiser that got stuck in his nose once.

With a smile, he slowly lowered himself down, trying to aim his rear the best he could to perfectly cover the tiny continent fully.

*Crunch-Crrrack!*

As soon as his ass touched down, the thin bedrock plating under the continent snapped as the plush cheek covered the entire landmass. Gaius felt a small shiver as he felt the subtle crunch under his butt. If he'd been wearing anything thicker than his gray khaki pants he would likely not even have felt it. He lingered in his seat for a moment, wiggling his hips in place and feeling the remains of the world crumble under him before rising back to his feet and turning around to inspect his handiwork.

The charming little blue continent was gone, replaced with what looked like a smoothed spot of dirt on a plate. Not a single part of the continent remained. 

"Huh. That was easier than I thoug-" Gaius froze, feeling a slight dampness on his cheek. Craning his neck back, he spotted the cause.

Adorning a majority of his left cheek and the entirety of his right was a large blue stain, clearly visible like the sun in the sky across the rear of his khaki pants.

"Darn!" Gaius cussed. "Crud!" The mouse quickly took his pants off and laid them across the surface of the table besides the former home to billions that he'd just sat on. He fished a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his shirt and tried his best to clean it off, with little success. He had no idea how the hell his employer managed to do this sort of work without any stains on her clothing. She could go through several containers in a single day and her clothes would look as clean as the morning she walked into the office in them.

As the mouse struggled to get the blue off his butt, he spotted a small slip of paper that had fallen out of his pocket in the commotion of finding his handkerchief. The post-it note his boss had given him earlier. IHI8.

He blinked a few times, turning the note around a few times. Gaius glanced up at shelf IHI8, spotting another container there. An unplugged container. "OH crumbs!"

In a panic, the mouse paced around for a moment. Kathrine was gonna kill him or worse, fire him!

Thinking fast, Gaius hopped over to shelf IHI8 and grabbed the container, rushing with it over to shelf 8IHI and plugging it in there. Tiny lights lit up inside the container, making the small green continent inside slightly more visible. Surely his boss wouldn't notice it, right? "D-don't tell my boss about this-please?" Gaius whispered to the container.

Glancing over his shoulder, the mouse quickly moved back over to the table in the center of the room and hopped back into his pants, quickly throwing the remains of world 8IHI into the trash and putting away the container to be used for another world before heading out of the room, heart pounding in his chest.

Maybe he should call in sick tomorrow...

#sizetumblr #macrophilia #size kink #giant/tiny #macro/micro #story #furry anthro #macrofurry #furry #macro #mouse #giga macro #extreme size difference #sizefetish #size difference #crushing #nano #illustrated short story #short story #art #writing #giant male

[alien-hybreed]

THE CHIMERA

James keeps having nightmares. Every night, he wakes at the same time. Every night he dreams the same dream. Every night, James dreams of the spaceship and his alien captors. He dreams of being experimented on, injected with chemicals and hypnotised into having sex with his roommate.

Which is silly. James never liked Kelly. At least not like that. But... is he starting to? And why is he getting the impression Kelly is also having trouble sleeping?

Their dreams couldn't possibly be real... could they?

James woke with a start, sweating dripping from his forehead as he sat Bolt upright in his bed. It was pitch black save for the red glow of the numbers on his alarm clock reading 2:34 am. The house was completely silent, the bedroom curtains were completely still despite the open window. Wiping his forehead, he tried to remember the vivid nightmare that had woken him.

It was already escaping him, as dreams often do. He could remember the chill of cold steel on his back, waking up to see strange inhuman silhouettes looming over him. He could remember needles, his flesh prickling as he watched them slide effortlessly into his forearms. He could remember tubes, some pumping blood from him while others fed a bright green liquid into his arms. One even fed the mysterious liquid into a strange sheath clasped over his cock which still felt rock hard despite how much he willed it not to. He remembered seeing his roommate, Kelly, there as well, her naked body lying prone on a table next to him while the inhuman silhouettes gently slid similar needles and tubes into her. Like James, Kelly seemed unable to move, staring vacantly ad she was probed and inspected. Bright yellow, pink and blue lights strobed in and outvof focus. James tried to scream as a thick, meaty tube descended onto Kelly's face only to find himself gagging as similar tube smothered his face and slid down his throat. That was when he woke.

Lying back down, he felt cold and clammy. The feat he felt in his nightmare still lingering so strongly as his heart thundered in his chest. Closing his eyes, James tried to think of happier things and get back to sleep as quick as possible...

* * *

"Heya!" Chirped Kelly as she wandered into the kitchen in one of her oversized sweaters that went down to her knees and little else. James gave a mumbled greeting in return as he continued munching his cereal and looking at his phone. He liked Kelly, in the sense that he liked living with her. She paid her share, always on time. She rarely bothered him, he rarely bothered her, neither of them were morning people, neither of them travelled in the same circles. It made things easy. She was also a little messy and unkempt. Always wearing baggy clothes, her hair a frizzy mess. She couldn't be further from James' Type, so the temptation to be attracted to her - simply wasn't there. The same went for Kelly. She preferred smaller, quiet boys. Not a boisterous extrovert like James.

Although, as Kelly stood on tipping toes to reach her cereal in the cupboard, James couldn't help but notice she actually had really nice legs...

"Sleep well?" She asked, loudly crunching the cereal as she pulled handfuls of it straight from the box.

"Not really, no..." murmured James

"Neither!" Proclaimed Kelly through a mouthful of half chewed cereal.

"I mean no surprise. Between the weather being weird and all that stuff in the news. I keep having the weirdest nightmares" She continued. James perked up at that.

"Yeah... I had a really weird one too..." James said looking up at her, how had he never noticed how warm the brown in Kelly's eyes was?

"I don't really remember it, but it really spooked me" he offered. This was half true. He'd forgotten most of it except for the sight of Kelly lying naked on the operating table. He couldn't help but wonder if she really looked like that, but she didn't need to know that.

"Well yeah man, people all over saying they're seeing spy satellites or UFOs, course our brains are gonna make it... weird" Replied Kelly with a nervous laugh as her eyes slowly made their way up and down James body, lingering on his waist...

"Anyway. Game day today, I gotta get online. Try to have a good one man!" She said as she hurried from the room. But not without one last glance at James over her shoulder. James nearly panicked when she did, surely she must have glimpsed him staring at her legs. He could almost swear he saw a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she vanished into her room...

* * *

The remainder of the day passed by uneventfully. James went to work and tried to look busy. His co-workers kept talking about spy satellites and weather balloon sightings in the news. Chelsea from accounts kept insisting it was aliens and that the ufo's were welcome to get her away from this planet any time. Everyone told Chelsea she was a weirdo. Typical work day.

James went home, didn't see Kelly at again, ate his dinner, watched some inane reality shows and washed up before collapsing into bed. All day he'd felt lethargic and the moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light until he sat up with a gasp at 2:34 am once again. His bedsheets were soaked and his chest heaved. He'd had the nightmare again. The pink, blue and yellow lights flickered across his vision as the silhouettes loomed once more. Kelly writhed and convulsed on the table beside him, moaning as she slowly pulled her clothes off, her face emotionless and her stare vacant as she did. There were needles, tubes, more meaty appendages slithering around and over them both. James realised he was moaning too as his body convulsed, the meaty tube in his throat pulsing as the silhouettes gently lowered Kelly onto his lap as the nightmare abruptly ended.

Again, his cock was hard against his will and his body soaked in sweat. Looking as closely as he could in the gloom, James could make out thick streaks of white gunk on his shaft. Had that nightmare somehow become a wet dream? Embarrassed and feeling gross, he was about to get up when he saw the hallway light go on through the crack around his door. He heard running water and rather than risk bumping into Kelly, he curled up into a ball and went back to sleep.

* * *

That morning, like the day before, Kelly shuffled into the kitchen and began shovelling handfuls of cereal into her mouth. It seemed she'd woken up with quite the appetite, so had James who was on his third bowl of cereal.

"Still not sleeping well?" Murmured Kelly, gesturing to the bags under James' eyes.

"About as well as you?" He replied, clearly noticing hers. Kelly blushed.

"I'm... I mean it's not all bad. I'm fine. I'll be fine." She said with a weak grin as she noticed James glance at her chest. To his surprise, she hadn't zipped today's oversize hoodie all the way up and there was a generous amount of cleavage showing.

"I... should. I should go?" Sputtered James as he tried not to think about his nightmare and how accurate his dream of a naked Kelly seemed to be.

"Just... sing out if you need anything yeah?" He said as he ducked out the door in a hurry. Kelly leaned back against the counter and bit her lip as she thought to herself, I might just do that...

* * *

Like the day before it, work was a drag. The conversations may as well be the same and James spent most of the day being restless and unproductive. All the while munching as many free cookies as he could snatch from the lunch room. No matter what he did all day his appetite seemed insatiable.

When he got home, he was surprised to find Kelly curled up on the lounge with her laptop. The most surprising part was that instead if her oversized hoodie and track pants, she was wearing a low-cut tee shirt and shorts. They greeted one another warmly and made awkward small talk about how unseasonably warm it was.

When James tried to excuse himself, saying he was starving, Kelly piped up that she was too and maybe they could split a pizza or three. They ended up ordering four and each had two to themselves. Laughing and giggling at one another as they did. It almost seemed a shame to call it a night there, but they were both exhausted. As they wished one another a good night, they awkwardly moved to hug one another but settled for a wave goodbye. James almost forgot his worries as he drifted off to sleep, thinking about how surprisingly cool his roommate was and that it had taken this long to realise it...

* * *

The nightmare came again, more vivid than the last. The bright flashing lights searing pink, purple, blue and green dots into his vision as he moaned and thrashed, stripping himself for the silhouettes looming over him. He perched on hands and knees as the tubes, both organic and metallic slithered all around and over his body. He paid them no heel as he watched Kelly with an intense unblinking stare. She was sitting on her knees on the table across from him, moaning and leaning into the tendrils as they slithered around her.

The whole time, she stared blankly into James' eyes, massaging her tits and fingering her slit as she did. The lights continued to flash and swirling clouds of green and pink liquid coursed through the tubes and into both their naked bodies. Then just like the night before, James abruptly woke up at 2:34 am. The bathroom light was on again, so he stayed put until he was asleep again - ignoring the fact that he'd gone to bed wearing clothes and had woke up naked...

* * *

That morning Kelly was already sitting at the table when James came into the kitchen. Again, she was wearing her leggings and an even tighter, hot pink tee shirt. James couldn't remember why but he thought bright pink looked great on her and he told her as much. Kelly fidgeted and blushed, telling him the bright blue shirt he had picked out was a good look too. James could feel the instinctive tug imploring him to make some sort of pass at her. Instead, he stuffed the urge back down and left I'm a hurry but not without Kelly sweetly chirping at him that she'd see him again later.

Another inane work day and more unsatiable hunger was the day in a nutshell for James before he hurried home. Chelsea blathered something at him about alien abductions and he was pretty sure he'd flat out ignored her.

Once he got home, he felt relieved to see Kelly there. Like a huge knot of anxiety inside him had instantly untangled itself. Kelly was wearing a tank top and had her hair in a neat pony tail as she cooked in the kitchen. Frankly, James was surprised she even knew how. Kelly explained since they both seemed so hungry and exhausted of late, she'd resolved to cook up a feast.

"I'm sure I can find a way for you to repay me..." She offered him with a wry smile when he thanked her. James laughed anxiously before excusing himself. He couldn't, he shouldn't. It was the heat and the lack of sleep making him so damn horny. That had to be it...

* * *

The nightmare came again. The bright lights felt near constant as James and Kelly offered themselves up to the silhouettes, moaning and writhing as they were again undressed and attached to the tendrils. Kelly hungrily stared at James' cock as a pair of tendrils stroked it. She chewed and sucked at her forefinger as James sprayed a thick gout of cum onto her, completely indifferent to her warm sticky coating or the tentacles throbbing in her ass and pussy. James caught glimpses of her sucking him off as the tentacles tightened their grip. The pink and green mixture flowed into them both, making their veins glow as he thrust his cock into Kelly doggy-style. And then, like every night before it, he woke with a start at 2:34 am.

* * *

James and Kelly awkwardly shuffled around one another that morning, desperately trying not to stare at one another. James wondered if he was in her dreams and if they were anything like the vivid, surreal nightmares he was having. This morning she had bright purple leggings as well as the tight, bright pink shirt. James was also looking striking in a bright blue short sleeve shirt. He kept catching her staring at his arms and crotch, anxiously biting her lip when she thought he wasn't looking.

Worried he was about to do something impulsive and stupid, James left for work in a hurry without saying a word.

He then spent the better part of his day trying not to be too obvious how much time in the office he was spending on eating. All the while trying to shake a heightened sense of arousal that was practically screaming inside his head. For the first time in his life, he was fantasising about nailing Chelsea hard and fast. Every time she tried to talk to him about aliens, he had to scamper away before anyone could spot the erection growing in his pants. If anything, there was one reason he'd been able to hold the impulse at bay. As beautiful as they were, none of them were Kelly. As he got home that night, he barely glimpsed Kelly as she sprinted off to her room in a blanket without a sound. Looking around the lounge, James could see her clothes and underwear strewn across the ground. His eyes went a little wide when he saw the dildo lying on the couch, still slick from recent use. With a deep breath, his heart beating fast, James rushed to his room and resolved to try and stay up all night. He made it to almost 7:30 before he fell asleep at his desk.

* * *

The bright lights dulled his senses and cleared his thoughts to a handful of basic urges. The strobing pink light made his pupils dilate and his jaw slacken as James relaxed on the cold surface of the table. Kelly moved to straddle him as the needles and tendrils found their way into her naked body once again. Almost like a robot, James reached up to grasp at her large, soft tits while she hungrily kissed and licked at his open mouth. The silhouettes crowded around them as Kelly began to loudly growl and bark, slamming her pelvis down on James' cock.

The next thing he knew, he was in a writhing mass of mechanical and organic tendrils. Sensors wired up to his chest and spine made his skin tingle while a strange helmet was affixed to his head. He could  see he was in some sort of glass tube slowly filling with a warm, syrupy fluid. Outside he could see Kelly squirming amongst tendrils in a similar glass tube that went from floor to ceiling. His vision dazed in and out as the silhouettes took turns crowding around his tube or Kelly's. He was complete immersed in the warm, thick liquid and yet despite the warmth and the throbbing sensation in his cock, James felt nothing.

The bright lights came and went and without him realising it, he was with Kelly on the table again. This time he was on top of her, hips bucking wildly while needles and tubes sticking into his back and arms flooded his body with chemicals that made his veins sting. Kelly moaned in a monotone wail as the tendrils slithered into her as well, the needles gliding effortlessly into her forearms as the large face-hugging tube clasped over her mouth once again. James smiled as he watched it throb and pulse, Kelly's throat bulging with each lump passing down the tendril as it pumped her full of Alien matter.

Kelly shivered and convulsed as her stomach began to glow from within. The flickering lights strobed harder and faster until everything James saw was tinted pink with a seizure inducing flicker of blue, yellow green and purple spliced among it. The tube pulled back from Kelly's face as she wheezed and coughed, thick streams of pink alien slime bubbling up from her throat and oozing over her face as she tried to continue moaning. James could feel his vision fading in and out. As he did, he thought he could see instead of Kelly, a crab or lobster-like creature gyrating against his cock. Horrified, he tried to push it off him with his enormous furry paws. Instead, he felt his hands grip it tighter as he thrust faster until torrents of cum were spurting into and across Kelly's shuddering naked body. James wanted to scream, instead the only sound he made was an orgasmic moan before he woke with a start.

Staring directly at him, was his clock. Somehow, he was naked again. The bathroom light was on. He'd given Kelly a wide berth earlier but figured he could suffer a little awkwardness to get clean. After a dream like that, he felt like he needed it. Throwing a pair of boxers on, he moved for the bathroom - failing to notice his phone on the bed. If he'd taken a moment to check it, he might have noticed the 57 missed calls and messages. Or the fact that it was 3 days since he went to sleep.

Carefully stepping into the bathroom, he could see Kelly hunched over the wash basin. Wearing only thin, black briefs, her naked body smeared with orange, pink and white gunk - she seemed to be sobbing.

"Hey... are you alright?" Whispered James as he tried not to startle her. Kelly whirled around, her arms folded across her chest to try and afford some modesty. James expected her to look startled, frightened or even angry. Instead, she just stared hungrily at his body, her amber eyes roaming his chiselled abs and the bulge in his boxers. Strange, he could have sworn her eyes were brown.

"It's happening to you too!" She gasped, pointing at the streaks of slime on his chest and the tiny red dots where needles had touched him in his nightmares. Her jaw quivered as she spoke.

"Your nightmares... you're dreaming about being abducted... experimented..." She murmured as the horrifying realisation dawned on her.

"The needles? And the tentacles?" Continued James.

"Pumping... filling us... watching us... and then we..." trailed off Kelly with a squeak.

"Fuck" mumbled James.

"Yes" snarled Kelly as her arms snapped to her sides, her face twisting into vicious smile as she stepped back. A nervous chuckle escaping her as James tried to push down the colossal erection trying to spring free from his boxers.

"Sorry I, I don't think they fit, I should" he offered weakly, one last ditch attempt at diffusing what felt inevitable in that moment.

"Maybe you should try me on for size" purred Kelly, her amber eyes sparkling in the low light as she propped herself up on the counter-top. Slowly inching her briefs off as she did. James wasn't even thinking about it, he was just doing, flying on auto pilot as he dived at her waist.

His tongue glided through her slit and dragged across her clit as she shrieked and gripped th e counter as hard as she could. James had performed oral sex on most of his partners before, but something about the near minty tang of Kelly's pussy was out of this world. Hungrily lapping at her with reckless abandon, he began working his way up her slim waist. He was vaguely aware the delicious taste he was licking up was in fact the multicoloured streaks of slime on her body. She threw her head back and moaned loudly when his lips found her nipples and began to tease and pull at them. She ran her hand through his hair, gripping it tightly as she began pressing her body up to his, groaning as his hands and mouth worked at her tits.

In a few short moments, they were staring deeply into each other's eyes as James rested the head of his cock against her entrance.

"I think I fucking love you" he panted

"I love what you've been doing to me" panted Kelly as her legs folded around his waist. "I'd love it if you kept doing it" James went to resume licking her only to have Kelly pull his head back up to hers and kiss him passionately.

"In our dreams, silly" She chuckled "fuck me hard, fuck me real goddam hard"

James needed no further encouragement. His cock was in her, savagely slamming in and out as fast as he could go.

"Yes! Yes! You sexy... fucking... beast!" She shrieked as she clung tightly to him. James could feel his arousal peaking as cum began to flow freely from his cock and into Kelly's vagina. Slowing almost immediately, James looked down to see thick streams of orange cum bubbling out from Kelly's pussy.

The sudden sight of his discoloured cum was enough to snap him out of the lusty haze. He must be sick. Not only did that not look right, he'd just had unprotected sex with his roommate. Frantically pulling out, he stifled a cry when he saw just how impossibly deep his cock had been in her and the bright green veins lining his unusually long shaft. Stumbling back, he didn't even try to pull his boxers up as he tried to leave the room.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I should go, oh God I'm so sorry he blurted"

Kelly just sat there, head lolling from side to side as her voice croaked in an emotionless monotone. "Don't stop... love me... finish me... don't stop finishing me, James... James... James..." She moaned, her voice following him all the way to his room as he tried to hide and sleep, desperately hoping this might just be a new part of the recurring nightmare. * * *

James didn't sleep well after that. He kept waking up shivering, drenched in sweat,  his muscles screaming in agony. This would last only moments before he passed out from the pain. His fever-addled brain bombarding him with visions of inhuman monsters and Kelly writhing among them in the throes of passion

Waking up, James was surprised that of all days, this was the first time all week he hadn't felt voracious and exhausted. His adrenaline then kicked into overdrive when he checked his phone and saw it was in fact next week already. Not even pausing to think how he might have lost 3 days, James raced to get ready for work. As he game skidding into the kitchen to grab a quick bite for the road, his heart skipped a beat. Kelly was there, sitting on the kitchen table in a long purple dressing gown. "We need to finish what we started, James" She mumbled while staring intently at him. "I haven't slept. I can't stop thinking about us, James" She moaned, her legs slowly spreading apart beneath the robe. "Kelly I can't, I dunno what's happening to us, but I gotta be at work..." his voice trailed off as she slowly opened her robe. Underneath, she was wearing a hot pink push-up bra, a matching G-string and garter belt and fluro pink latex leggings. "Do you like me like this?" She purred as James dropped his phone and briefcase "I remembered I had these and knew I needed you to see me in them..." She groaned, tugging at the G-string. James felt his whole body slacken, as if he was no longer in control.

"It's... it's good..." he moaned as he stepped closer, tearing his shirt as he pulled it off. "You're right... I need this..." he continued, tugging at the belt on his slacks.

Kelly rolled onto her side and smacked the exposed rump of her ass before raising her leg to point at the ceiling.

"Fill me again. Make me yours. Cum in me... breed me..." She huffed and moaned. James gripped her thighs tightly as his naked body drew close to her. Kelly's breath came in heavy, ragged gasps as she stared at James and his unnaturally swollen member.

"I don't know what they did to us... but the more I've thought about it, the more I want it... want you... want more... please fuck me..." pouted Kelly as James pulled the crotch of her G-string to one side. The tip of his cock gently brushed against her exposed slit and Kelly let out a low groan as she stretched out. James noticed a pair of unusually long strands of hair on Kelly's forehead stood up at that, twitching as they grew longer and brighter as they turned a bright green. It wasn't hair, it was a pair of antennae...

"You want me to be your animal?" Groaned James "make me your mindless fuck-beast?" He growled, abandoning any pretence that he wasn't completely, unashamedly into this. Kelly was hot. Kelly was eager. And he wanted nothing more than to feel her insides squeezing at his shaft. So what if she looked different to the roommate he'd known before? So what if they'd been experimented on by aliens? Conditioned to want this? It would feel so good, there was no use denying the impulse any longer.

"You already are..." She growled affectionately as his cock pressed into her vagina, slowly and effortlessly. "My fuck-beeeaast..." She howled as James continued pressing in, at least half of his cock throbbing within her already.

"They made... you... my... fuuuuck! Beast!" She shrieked as James plunged his cock all the way in. Kelly tried to wriggled off the throbbing organ but James held one leg firmly up and braced it against his chest with his left hand while he held her other thigh down on the table with his right hand.

"Mine..." James rasped  completely ignorant to his arm hair turning bright teal and rapidly lengthening. Kelly however, stared in wonder at the thick tufts of teal fur, her eyes glossing over as the colour triggered the response programmed into her by their alien abductors.

"Breeeeed..." She rasped as she unclipped her bra and propped herself up on her elbows to admire her lover. "Love meee, breed meee" She moaned in a monotone voice as her insides began to squirm in the most delightful way. The hard, hot flesh pulsating inside her was stirring feelings she had never thought possible. She wanted to caress that magnificent cock and somehow, it was as if dozens of tiny fingers inside her were doing exactly that. She Groaned as she felt her shoulder blades crack and swell. A momentary lance of pain flared through her back as her new shoulder plates breached the skin and began to extend.

Kelly gleefully hissed as she watched James' body swell. He'd always been a big guy but his legs, torso and arms were all elongating and bulking out. His body builder physique was becoming less defined, instead slabs of muscle like those on a big cat were rippling with every movement. His fur had extended onto his thighs and back. He was looking more and more like thing Kelly had glimpsed in her dreams.

"Yesss... breeeeed meeee... become... my... fuck-beast... and breed meeeee!" She barked as her teeth began to extend. She shrieked as her cheekbones popped our of her skin along with the bridge of her nose and her eye sockets. Everywhere but her chest, mouth and pussy, her bones seemed to be tearing free from her skin and growing like the exoskeleton of a crustacean. She tried to speak as she thrashed from side to side, but only unintelligible moans came out. Her latex stocking began to tear as large bony ridges extended from her shins and thick bristle of coarse green hair began poking out of her calves.

"You're so... so fucking hot. I love you. I love being your beast!" Cried James as his cock erupted inside Kelly. Kelly let out a high pitched keening roar as her hips shuddered. James pulled free with a wet slurp and collapsed backwards. Landing on his back, James let out a long orgasmic moan as his legs began snapping into a dog leg shape. His forearms continued to swell as claws began jutting from his elbows. He stared reverently at his arms, admiring his thick, fluffy coat of teal fur and how powerful his swollen limbs were. The sight of all that blue was driving Kelly wild as she leapt off the table and dived onto James. Her body almost completely sheathed in hot pink carapace now. Her mouth, chin, neck, chest, waist and pussy were still humanoid, though the colour of her exposed flesh was rapidly turning deep purple.

"More..." She moaned as more thick green bristles sprouted from beneath her carapace on her elbows. "Give more... breed..." She snarled as she lowered her pelvis onto James' cock. "Yesss... breed..." She rasped as dozens of tiny mandibles slid out from between her folds and guided the throbbing cock back into her.

"We... we are so far from being done just yet" She gleefully purred as the cock impaled her once again. "Still so much more to have... to be... give me.... more"

James simply smiled up at her, the top half of his face becoming feline in appearance while his lower jaw began to split in half. Yes. He wanted more. He wanted all of this. Letting lose a primal raw, he rose up, spinning Kelly onto her back and slamming his cock into her in one smooth motion. She shrieked and stretched out as her pussy-mandibles clutched at the cock.

"Never stop loving me... never stop breeding..." they both moaned in unison.

"Good beasts oh oh obey ordersss" Rasped Kelly, it was as much a command as it was a mantra "Good beasts obey orders" moaned James in an emotionless monotone. Kelly repeated the mantra with an orgasmic cry three more times, each time raising her pitch and each time James repeated as his cock pressed against her womb. Kelly didn't make it through a fourth repeat when a wave of ecstasy shot through her body. Her orange eyes rolled and her legs squeezed against the feline hindquarters of her fuck-beast as she felt her womb flood with his cum. Kelly tried to mumble praise for her lover as he continued to rut in her, but the ordeal of transforming and this orgasm was simply too much...

* * * When Kelly regained consciousness, she could feel an enormous tongue writhing against her clit. Shuddering and gasping, she looked down to see James, his hands clasped around her thighs while his face pressed firmly against her crotch. Laying back down and letting out a long moan, Kelly ran her hands over the exposed flesh of her chest and up to her chin, stopping at where her exoskeleton sprouted from above her jaw.

James reared up with a cough as his tongue began to split, into halves at first, but them they split as well. The process continued until instead of an open mouth, a dozen navy blue tentacles writhed in its place. Extending until they were each at least twelve inches long, he plunged back down to her crotch. Kelly shrieked with glee as she felt the tendrils slither into her pussy and ass, those that couldn't fit instead coiled around her thighs. She marvelled at how expertly they moved exactly where she wanted them to be, massaging and squeezing precisely where she needed it. She was still continuing to change as well. Her antennae had grown to nearly three feet long, excitedly twitching as she revelled in James' affection. Her shoulders ached as two more pairs of arms rapidly sprouted from them. Vestigial stumps at first, their tips cracking open to let their forearms sprout. Instead of hands forming on the ends of these new limbs, the forearms split apart as they grew into enormous crab-like claws.

James groaned as spikes sprouted along his spine, thin at first before widening into large metallic triangular shapes. His cock seemed to split like his tongue had, giving him two enormous, inhuman cocks throbbing with unnatural vitality.

"Those... I need those..." She growled, staring intently at the cocks, her brain flooding with visions of all the way they could pump her full of the cum she craved. Obediently, James released her crotch from his tendrils and moved into position. Kelly's jaw quivered in anticipation as she stared up at the muscular mass of teal fur looming above her, her eyes glazing over as the alien commands seized her once again.

"Good beasts obey orders..." She rasped in a monotone voice, slowly stroking his furry chest. Unable to speak, James made a sloshing, clicking, purring sound as an affirmation. Kelly didn't care that she had begun to move stiff and robotically, she welcomed it. The conditioning brought her focus and bliss. When she saw her mate and felt the urge to breed trigger her programming, the pain of her transformation washed away until all she could feel was the ecstasy of his cocks gyrating within her. The same was true for James. The sight of his mate's hot pink carapace and bright green bristles filled him with an all consuming arousal. Once she implored him to breed her, he entered a similar trance like state. All that mattered was filling her and the rapturous bliss of the orgasms they would share.

At no point did they notice the clocks ticking over to 2:34 am yet again. The flashing lights outside their windows or the increasingly loud electric hum. They didn't even notice they were no longer in their house but aboard the alien space craft once again. The only thing they paid any heed to, was the way one another hissed and roared as their bodies shook from the force of yet another climax.

* * *

James didn't know how long they had been on the ship. Weeks, months, years... he had no concept of time anymore. He just knew how many offspring he'd sired, fourteen so far. He didn't even think of himself as James anymore. He was simply father. Breeder. As was Kelly. She had stopped talking long ago. Now she was only mate. Mother. Breeder. Every time their masters opened the glass wall separating them, their frenzied lovemaking would resume. She would mount him and drain him or he would happily growl as he pinned her beneath him and pumped her full of his cum.

Occasionally, Kelly's back plates would part, allowing an egg sac to rapidly inflate from her back. It would grow right before their eyes as Kelly would begin to purr, entering a trance like state as she began spinning webs to detach the egg sac into. Shortly after, the egg would hatch and out would step a beautiful, full-grown woman. Humanoid but sporting random features from either of them. Some would have their mother's bristles or crab claws and a much shorter, finer coat of their father's fur. Others looked more human, save for their electric green hair and paws for feet.

Some of them would hiss angrily at their mother, others would try to gently snuggle up to her and suckle upon her breasts. All of them were taken away by the masters. Impossibly thin, elongated bodies with bulbous heads, the seven foot tall, olive green creatures were quick to take the newborns away for analysis. James would snarl protectively, until the lights flashed. Then he would sit obediently as monitors were attached to him, blood samples taken and finally his mate was urged to copulate with him once again.

Sometimes they saw other humans outside their glass cells, in the lab outside. They would come and go as they were tested, conditioned and compelled to mate. James even recognised one, a short ginger-haired girl. Chelsea was the name that came to mind when he watched her getting drilled by her future mate. Her name was Chelsea and even when she wasn't in a trance, she looked ecstatic to be here.

Some time after she stopped appearing in the lab, two new creatures were placed in glass cells of their own that neighboured James and Kelly. An insectoid male that looked like a centipede and a female who seemed to possess a mixture of reptilian and avian features. Her plumage was beautiful and certainly attractive, but she was not James' mate, his bright pink lover was all he desired. Still, both he and his mate enjoyed watching their neighbours fuck and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

They too would periodically spawn offspring. The Lizard bird woman would slowly lay a giant egg that would rapidly hatch and swell. Just like the creations of James and Kelly, those eggs would reveal full grown women, their features a combination of their parents. The alien masters would come to take those too. For what purpose, they did not know, nor did they seem to care. There were others now too. More hybrids like them in the glass holding cells. All breeding without a care in the world. Good. Thought James as he clutched Kelly's ass and spread her open once again. All we need is to breed. Nothing else matters. Breed. Breed and obey.

If he still had a mouth, he would smile as his cocks slid into Kelly once again. Time to breed.

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"That's not mine."

Sam noticed something was strange when he woke up to no alarm. He rubbed his eyes. Blearily blinked away sleep as he tried to remember what happened last night.

Oh right.

Sam helped save the universe. And then he learned that he lost five years of his life. And then he drank all night celebrating the former, trying not to think about the latter.

Warm.

The left side of the bed was warm. Sam felt the person-sized warmth, an echo of someone being there before.

Who had Sam gone home with?

Where were they even?

Sam looked around at the designs on the wall; a Wakandan print Sam knew well since he saw it every time he stayed in Birnin Zana between missions. It wasn't his room, though.

Or maybe it was and things had just changed that much.

"Sam?"

Sam froze. Because that was Bucky's voice.

Had he slept with Bucky Barnes?

"We didn't - we just slept there. Literally. Not um. No doing the devil's tango or the beast with two backs or anything," Bucky rambled, as if reading Sam's mind.

Sam snickered.

"The devil's tango?" asked Sam, the phrase taking him out of it, making him forget all the stress he knew he was going to feel soon as he sat up and faced a sheepish yet smiling Bucky.

"You know," said Bucky, distractingly only in boxers shorts as he sipped some coffee, "Opening the gates of Mordor. Harpooning the salty longshoreman. Dancing the four-legged foxtrot. Jumping the turnstile. Grope for the trout in the peculiar river. Batter-dipping the corndog."

Sam cackled, collapsed into wheezes and tears as Bucky sat down next to him on the bed, folding his legs into what Sam's brain remembered fondly as "criss-cross applesauce".

"Why are you like this?" asked Sam pleadingly between laughs.

Bucky kept smiling softly at Sam.

"Because it makes you laugh," said Bucky like Sam laughing was the best thing to happen to him, "Coffee?"

"Isn't this yours?" asked Sam, a little confused as he sat up and took the uncharacteristically black coffee from Bucky.

Sam tried not to think about how he was only in his boxers too.

"Oh, that? That's not mine," said Bucky, "No, I got that for you."

"You drank from this, you dick," said Sam as he took a huge swig of the coffee despite what he just learned, "You're such an asshole."

"I'm an asshole who's probably going to stay in Wakanda for a little while longer," said Bucky wistfully, "You're um. Going home today. Full pardon."

Sam almost choked on his coffee.

"Wait. What?" said Sam, stunned.

Because Sam didn't believe it. He didn't think he'd ever go back home.

Bucky's smile turned into a grin.

"Yeah. I heard from Steve. You're going with him to D.C. to get pardoned at the White House and everything. Isn't that great? You'll get to see Sarah again. The boys," said Bucky, excited for Sam.

Which was when Sam realized what else Bucky said.

"You're... not coming," said Sam.

Bucky shrugged.

"They'll let me visit stateside for Tony's funeral, but my pardoning's going to be... a little trickier. I am a world-class assassin and super soldier," explained Bucky, "But I'll call you when I get back. I'll try to visit. Stevie says it's very likely I'll be allowed back on a pardon, I just don't know when yet."

And it felt like something was going to happen. Something that would tear whatever fragile thing they had here apart.

It wasn't as if Sam couldn't go without seeing Bucky for months at a time. That was what their relationship had always been, really. Friends who saw each other every other month for a few days.

But something about this felt different.

"Can you keep me up to date with how the negotiations go?" asked Sam, trying not to show the worry creeping into his voice.

"Of course," said Bucky as he pulled Sam close, "Always."

But it didn't feel like an always. It felt like whatever they were doing now was either going to bend or snap because of this. Sam wondered if Bucky could feel it too. If that was why his arms wrapped loosely around Sam, pulling him closer.

Sam tried not to think about it. He tried not to think about anything. He wanted to treasure whatever moments they had left before it was time for him to go home. He rested his head on Bucky's chest, the coffee Bucky got him in his hands as Bucky held him close.

"You'll finally see your family again," whispered Bucky, way too happy for Sam.

Which made Sam forget his worries. Made Sam melt a bit in Bucky's arms. Made him smile at the thought of it. Of Sarah and Jody and their kids. Of seeing his nephews in person.

"I'm finally going home to see my family again," whispered Sam, unable to fully comprehend that was real as he listened to Bucky's heartbeat.

*****

Want me to write a ficlet for you? Check out the prompts and send me an ask!

#thank you so much for the prompt 🥰 #sambucky #sambucky ficlet #post endgame #and there was only one bed #fluff #bittersweet

[nathanrm]

Hi! Could you write some fluff headcanons for Homicidal liu? If not that's totally fine! Have a nice day :)

No worries!, I’ve been wanting to do a request and this is my first one! And thank you! ^^

These are just my personal headcannons of liu so I’m sorry if you don’t like some of them, (jeff and liu are on good terms with each other since this is for fluff) and you can read these as either plutonic or romantic, which ever works for you best!

If you wanted sully as well I’m sorry to say that I’m not good with writing characters with a switch personality or DID as some people think it is, so I’m sorry if you wanted him too

Liu would be cautious of you because he has trust issues after what happened to jeff, but after a while he starts to warm up to you and eventually that starts your friendship (or romantic relationship ) with him.

Three words.. Scary. Dog. Privileges, his scars make him look intimidating (and he’s tall so that’s a bonus) and you use that to your fucking advantage when your both out (when the cops aren’t looking for him) and he loves that you feel safe with him, if your the type to hold hands or cling onto someone’s arm when going out then he loves it, he fucking loves it that you cling onto him to feel safe and jeff teases him about it (it’s just playful teasing though)

If liu ever got seen when he was out killing and the cops are after him, he’s hiding at your place, if he shows up with wounds you patch him up despite him saying he can do it himself, you make him sit down and rest, then cook something to eat and get him some extra pillows and blankets and he’s processing all of this because no one (aside from jeff) has treated him like this in a long time so he’s not used to it

You sort of like pamper him for the next few days or weeks till the cops gives up on looking for him but he loves it and purposely gets cough sometimes just so you can take care of him, jeff ends up doing it too and now you have to they are of both of the woods brothers

They would question your sanity if you know about them being killers and are fine with them basically using your house as a hide out, but they’re not complaining they love it

The first time you called him handsome he didn’t even think that it was directed towards him, he thought you were calling someone else handsome even though he was the only other person in the room with you, he blushed when you confirmed that he was the one you were calling handsome, he feels like he shouldn’t be called handsome because of his scars but you are insistent that he’s handsome and he doesn’t know how to respond, only a simple thank you is all he can say after you kept complimenting him

If your the fashionable type you are buying liu a new wardrobe because his closet is just grey turtle neck shirts, black pants, black jackets and his scarf, if he says wants to keep his clothes just blacks and grey you drag him to the mall to buy cloths that are blacks and greys but more fashionable and stylish- nothing flashy though, just casual cloths that are trendy, you two wear matching outfits and Jeff’s wants in

If your the type who cooks and bakes then he and jeff are always going to you if they’re hungry, they eat at your place every, breakfast, lunch and dinner and for snacks, and you always make sure they’re both eating properly

If you make stuff (like stuffed animals, jewellery, clothes ect) for liu would be confused, like why are you making him these things?, oh you make them because you like/love and care about him?.. oh.., he’s confused but he treasures the stuff you make him and take care of them properly , because you put so much effort into making him these things- you also make jeff stuff and he demanded you make matching (jewellery, stuffed animal, clothes) for you, him and liu

This is all the I could think of and I hope you like it!!

this is a fluff request so not much killing is mentioned I know they’re killers but a fluff request is a fluff request and they asked for it so they shall have it!!

#creepypasta #liu woods #jeff woods #romantic #platonic #enby reader #request #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #fanfic #creepy

[alonelystargazer]

Fic: Oh, What a Night! Ch. 2

Hold on to the Nights

Jotaro begins a new life for himself after saving the world for hopefully that last time, repairing the broken relationship with his daughter Jolyne, and rekindling an old flame with his long-time friend Noriaki, who has always been by his side. It’s been months now, and things seem to be going well, but Jotaro and Noriaki haven’t been on a real date since they made things official. That changes when the news reaches their friends, Polnareff and Avdol, who insist on setting them up on their first date. Jotakak Week 2022 Day 1: First Dates

Tags and Deleted scene under the cut

Relationship: Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro

Characters: Kujo Jotaro, Kakyoin Noriaki, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Post-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 6: Stone Ocean, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Established Relationship, Fluff, First Dates, POV Alternating, minor AvPol, Disabled Character(s), Kissing, Late Night Conversations, middle-aged men in love

*UNEDITED DELETED SCENE*

How did Polnareff convince not only him, but also Noriaki, to go on this ridiculous mystery date? Jotaro will be searching the ends of the Earth for an eternity to find an answer that likely doesn’t exist. He may not know the answer to that question, but he’s certain that they aren’t making a mistake. In fact, Jotaro buzzes with excitement at being able to share a nice dinner with his partner on this breezy summer evening. If his friend went out of his way to put this date together, it would be disrespectful to turn it down, despite his feelings toward the idea when it was presented two weeks ago.

Jotaro takes one final glance in the mirror, standing tall with his shoulders pulled back, and gives his hair a ruffle. He checks his new jacket for stray threads or lint, and smoothes out the wrinkles in the fabric with his hands. By the dresser is his phone, wallet, and keys, which Jotaro stuffs into his pocket, and walks out the door.

Polnareff is already waiting for him on his front porch, wearing a skin-bearing top and his signature silver hair parted to the side. Jotaro doesn’t keep his attention on Polnareff’s questionable outfit for much longer when he turns around and spots Noriaki, bathed in the warm shades of the setting sun, looking the very definitions of handsome and elegant.

It’s a simple outfit, nothing flashy, which he expected, given Noriaki’s clean, sensible style, but no one could pull it off the way he does. A rich eggplant purple turtleneck tucked into a pair of black trousers, and a coffee-colored trench coat worn open. His hair has also been given a fresh cut, short and tapered in the back and smooth parted waves in the front. The strands of silver running throughout his natural reddish-brown are his favorite detail.

Being away from Noriaki for a week—Polnareff insisted they not see each other to make their reunion ‘sweeter’—was every bit the arduous task he knew it would be, but seeing him now, Jotaro must resist the urge to sweep Noriaki into a hug and smother him with hungry little kisses.

He thinks he’s doing a decent job concealing his astonishment at the sight of his partner, but Noriaki doesn’t seem to be doing much better, his eyes tracing an invisible line up and down his body.

Polnareff breaks Jotaro from his trance, offering him a friendly slap to the shoulder and the most shit-eating grin he had ever seen on a real human; no cartoon character could compete with him. “See? I told you! Distance makes the heart grow fonder! Now, can you boys save the undressing for later? Your chariot awaits you.” He gestures toward the stretch limo that sits at the curb of the street.

“This is excessive and unnecessary. I still don’t know how you convinced Mr. Joestar to go along you’re your wild scheme and fund it?”

“You cannot put a price on love, Noriaki. We all knew this day would come! If I didn’t push you two idiots, you wouldn’t get anywhere. As your friend, I’m here to help in whatever ways I can.”

Jotaro can’t agree with Noriaki more. A freaking limo? Just to drive them to a restaurant? It’s completely over-the-top, but Polnareff is the kind of person who puts his whole ass into everything he does and won’t stop until the mission is complete.

“Well, it’s not like we asked for your help,” Noriaki snarls. Polnareff could turn the shade of a ripe tomato if he were to keep choking back on his laugh. “We agreed to do this because you’re our friend.”

Polnareff holds his chest tight as he leans forward in his wheelchair, on the edge of laughing his lungs out. “C’est vrai! It has been twenty-four years now, there is nothing that will separate us! Now,” he gestures toward the limo once more, “Time for the best night of your life to begin! I’ve made a reservation at the fanciest place I could find in this city.”

Without even noticing, the sun has already fallen beyond the horizon, and the once vibrant oranges and reds of the sky that so gloriously haloed his beloved partner are now the same shade of violet Noriaki’s sweater. Even the faintest twinkling of pale dots peek through the blanket of the night sky.

The pair follows their friend to the limo, Jotaro using the end of his cane to guide him down the steps of his porch, Noriaki doing the same with his crutches.

At the curb, Polnareff opens the door for them and leaves them with a parting message once they’re inside. “I’ll be calling a cab and returning to Muhammed. Promise me you two will enjoy yourselves tonight? I expect to hear all the nasty details tomorrow!”

“You won’t be getting any ‘nasty details’ from us,” Jotaro chides.

“If you drink enough, who knows!” Polnareff slaps the side of the limo, giving the driver permission to leave. “Remember, get whatever you want, it’s on my tab, so enjoy yourselves!”

“You mean Mr. Joestar’s tab!” Noriaki corrects him.

With that, their night of ‘fun’ begins.

Being in a limo, dressed up in his finest clothes and accessories, champagne on ice at their disposal, gives Jotaro the impression of going to prom more than a date. All that’s needed is to walk Noriaki through a high school gym covered in tinsel to complete the picture. Where did Polnareff even get such an absurd idea? A limo? Really?

It shouldn’t be too bad, though, it’s just dinner with his partner. Jotaro made it this far into Polnareff’s absurd plan, so he would be failing himself and Noriaki if he backed out now. Jotaro hasn’t spoken a word since they left minutes ago, which is expected of him. Noriaki must sense his apprehension, though, as he turns to him slightly and offers his hand for Jotaro to hold. He takes it without question and squeezes it, finding comfort in the gentle pressure. Noriaki’s hand is smaller than his own, it’s rough and scarred from years of excavations for his job, but it warms Jotaro to his core to thread their fingers together.

Jotaro studies Noriaki’s focused expression: the way his brow is raised, how his eyes pull on the corners as his smile widens, He etches it into his memory like taking a chisel to stone and preserving all its qualities. If earlier he felt as if his heart would burst through the confines of his ribcage, then now a peacefulness overcomes him, steadies his heartbeat and his mind to a stillness only equivalent to the tides coming to shore. A waiting list of weeks in advance just to get a reservation. Impressive how Polnareff managed to put this all together in less than two weeks.

#jotaro x kakyoin #jotakak #noritaro #fanfic

[alexcutecolly]

ur right it would be like a long maze in there i bet we feel good to him!! uuuu v.olo squeezing us a lil in his lower tummy to let us know hes thinking about us and making sure were still comfy and ok inside is super duper cute!! & if his tummy rumbled while we were so deep in him hed get all bashful and rub our spot & it would be so adorable

wow omg thats rly a tall and long snakeguy!! he has to be to fit us inside though!! his black and gold scales would be so pretty and uuu i saw the post he would love to sleep on the bulge we make in his tail tummy to be close & wed be comfy all squished inside!! uuuu staying in his stomachs for days cuz hes lonely & we feel good in there & were his favorite human & his friend & I bet swallowing us down so slow felt good!! ❤️ he would like to feel us wiggle a bit in there too

its so cute how much n.aga!v.olo likes keeping us in his tummy so long cuz like you said hes gonna take as long as he can with us cuz we arent going anywhere except deeper in his bellies >w< uuu yep now I wanna be a nice bulge being massaged in his snake tummy for a few days!

me too im rly sure if he felt close to us he wouldnt be so alonr and feel like he did in the game and then if we were his friend we could hear him laugh and that would be a rly good sound it warms my heart V.olo needed a good end to his story!! & he totally adores his p.okemon he deserved better!! if we can help by being in his tummy then thats the best!!

uuu getting to go diving with him and see all the ruins first hand when he collects the artefacts is the coolest!! omg omg yes yes yes m.erman!V.olo sneaking up on us and sucking us in his mouth with the water & then he can gulp us right down with a swallow or three and pat his stomach with us inside >w<!!! hes rly cute and playful ❤️ i love him

if we were in that kind of danger like what if a big sh.arpedo was speeding after us or omg even something massive like k.yogre spots us and m.erman!V.olo goes NOMF and swallows us to keep us in the safest place we can be cuz his belly will always be our spot and he can get us away from danger!! And then when were out of trouble its tummy rub time to calm us down

v.olo uwu

Omg yessssss, it would!!! I imagine it'd feel a little ticklish, both for him and us, especially because of the villi x3 💕 and despite his very caring side, he'd allow himself to be a little playful by squeezing and poking our spot a few times, just so we know he hasn't forgotten we're in there! x3

I feel like he'd be so bashful if his lower belly rumbled, he'd blame it on T.ogepi instead and go fetch some berries for her to cover it up, saying stuff like "I had no idea you were so hungry! Haha" xD

Yessssssssssss, beeg snake guy!!! x3 Tbh I'm a sucker for enormous n.agas with long tails, they must be so cozy!! And absolutely, I think the black and gold pattern would look amazing on him!! x3 It'd even shine in the sunlight, if he ever took a nap outside his cave, using his full snake stomach as a pillow xD you know, wriggling every once in a while, just enjoying being a nice friend-meal for him!

Besides how good we feel, he must definitely feel very lonely fr though, or else he wouldn't let us stay for so long inside and with him 🥺 and I think it'd be funny if we hear some rumbles around us and we think "oh he's gonna let us out now", but instead we're just sent deeper to the second/tail stomach, or even further xD

Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!

I agree! Our company would help, and we'd be able to comfort him even in the darkest times! After seeing his new lines on P.okemas, my heart just aches to know he thinks that forming any kind of connection with someone else is basically a way to use them before they use you ;-;

Me rn and when I saw that line:

Like, what happened when he was younger, that twisted him into thinking that?? 😭😭😭 And honestly, when N. tells him that T.ogepi actually enjoys his company, he's so flabbergasted he doesn't know how to respond! Like omgggg, he doesn't even think he has friends and companions that love him!! 😭😭😭 Either way, I'd totally let him eat me if it means he feels less lonely and more cared for by a friend! 🥺

Yes exactly! Personally I'd be afraid of travelling underwater, but knowing he'd be there to help and support us would make me feel safer! And oh omg yes, I think he'd be very cute if he pranked us like that, being so playful hehe x3 ❤️ also I picture m.erman!V.olo to be around his normal size with us shrunken to be 10" tall! x3

Oooooh that's genius, I love this idea!!! Omg, I can totally see him protecting us like that :OOO hopefully he doesn't get hurt in our place!! Also omggg, it'd be so fun if we somehow ended up in the H.oenn region, right in K.yogre's cave! xDD like we'd be exploring it, but all of a sudden K.yogre awakes (blue orb go brrrrr) and it almost eats us but V.olo steps in and he's the one that goes NOMF on us xDD then he'd swim as fast as he can out of the cave and back to his hideout, rubbing our spot along the way so we know we're safe now 🥺❤️ he'd be so sweet indeed!!!

#thank you so much for this ask dear v.olo uwu anon #very sorry i took this long to answer ;-; #it ended up being a bit longer than i thought it would tbh lol #safe vore #g/t vore #half size vore #m.erman!v.olo #n.aga!v.olo #v.olo vore rambles #v.olo uwu anon #my asks #v0re

[eorzean-capitalist]

Sundry character stuff.

I just feel like talking about characters. I mean, I do this all the time for my FFXIV characters. why not originals?

The Band: Gauntlet. Formed in 1987 by high school friends, Jere and KC. KC brought in Vinnie, a guy he knew from another act. And Jere brought in his best friend, Jimmy, who he knew played drums.

The guys:

Jere:

Full name: Jericho Lee Harper. Birthdate: Jan 31st, 1972 Age of Awakening: 23. (1995) General appearance: Boy next door good looks. Long, dark brown hair, warm brown eyes. An easy smile that touches his eyes every time. Right at 6 feet in height, even. Position in the Band: Lead singer, rhythm guitar. Songwriter #1. Disposition: Amenable, agreeable, and generally a nice guy to talk to. Very empathetic, and people just weirdly spill their life stories to him when they talk to him. He's socially extraverted, enjoys being around other people. Flaws: Don't try to get him to take a hard stance on anything. This guy straddles the fence as often as possible, and tries to see both sides of a situation. He just wants people to get along, and struggles sometimes to understand why people just can't.

KC: Full name: Kevin Craig Driscoll Birthdate: Oct 26th, 1971 Age of Awakening: 24. (1995) General appearance: Long, soft ginger curls, hazel green/brown eyes that are easily alight with mischief when he smiles. The lamentably shortest member of the band at 5'10". Position in the Band: Lead guitarist. Songwriter #2. Disposition: Absolute class clown. If there's shenanigans going on, KC is somehow involved. Also the band's resident hussy, always willing and eager and dtf. He has a revolving door of girlfriends and will be the first to tell you he loves women, but he can't commit to just one. He's a total extravert, and networker. Having formed friendships and alliances all across the Chicago music scene, he's the reason why Gauntlet is actually known. Most musical acts and actors in the underground know who he is, and either love him or loathe him. There is no between. Flaws: He has to be the center of attention. And if he isn't, he'll do something to get it focused on him. So many conflicts arise simply because KC is feeling bored or lonely and causing trouble is the fastest way to get noticed.

Vinnie: Full name: Vincenzo Alfonse Santini Birthdate: March 17th, 1972. Age of Becoming: 22. (1994) General appearance: Darker olive toned complexion, long, jet black waves of hair and eyes so dark brown they appear black half the time. The guy who's taller than KC, but shorter than Jere at 5'11". Position in the Band: Bassist. Disposition: Sarcasm and snark are his main methods of communication. Vinnie is a realist, and not afraid to tell people harsh truths when they need to hear them. He's also got a protective streak in him, which comes out when people least expect it. Despite his brash exterior, the guy has a heart of gold for the people he cares about. Flaws: Crippling fear of abandonment. He will quit people the second he thinks they're about to leave him, before they get the chance. He also applies this to everything else. Easier to just quit something rather than fight for it.

Jimmy:

Full name: St. James Erickson Jr. Birthdate: Aug 10th, 1973. Age of Awakening: 21. (1994) General appearance: Long golden blonde hair, straight as a pin. Blue eyes. The tallest of them at 6'5" and gangly, slender, bony. Pretty, some would call him. But definitely too skinny. Position in the Band: Drummer Disposition: Kid brother energy. Jimmy is the youngest of them by a year and a half at least. He's used to being treated like everyone's little brother and lives up to the part by just being generally insouciant and positive. Need to cheer up? Go talk to the drummer for a bit. Flaws: Very gullible. Trusts too easily. The wounded gazelle predators can smell from miles away. Also cannot make decisions to save his life, sometimes literally. He'll always look to someone older and wiser for guidance, and follow their directions regardless of if they're good directions or not.

#gravitas world #original writing

[positivelybeastly]

🖤

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

I mean, let's be completely real here, Susan is a revelation in form and figure, Hank would have to be blind - or Sue would have to be invisible, wa-hey! - for him not to notice. Especially since Sue's costumes trend from skintight blue and black superhero wear to, well, significantly less, depending on how many windows she's feeling like wearing that day.

Except the red. The red doesn't work. Sorry, Sue.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

Susan's probably the most stable and reliable of the Fantastic Four (Reed is Reed, Ben can have his off moods, and Johnny is Johnny), which is something that Hank immensely respects and, as he ages, covets. It doesn't hurt that she also manages to pull that off while also still being fun and charismatic and human - she isn't an ice queen like Emma Frost or to a lesser extent Medusa, she's still warm and likeable despite her power and prestige.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

I mean, you read Hank's fantasy about her. He's thought about it. It was intense. There was a mess to clean up.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

Hank's always skewed towards spending more time with Reed than any other member of the F4 for fairly obvious reasons, but I've always headcanoned that Hank regularly checked in on Artie and Leech, Franklin's friends, to make sure they're doing okay since he was one of the people who discovered them while he was on X-Factor. I like to think he and Sue have spent a good few afternoons talking and playing card games together, or taking the kids out for fun things.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

So, fun fact, this, I believe, is their first properly social meeting (not counting 60s stuff, since people are never properly social there, and iirc, the FF and the X-Men's first encounter was, of course, a mind controlled fight against one another).

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Hank lives a life that crosses the path of too many telepaths to think, oh fuck Sue Storm-Richards is hot, but he is, in fact, actually thinking it.

#cosmicrayed #muse assessment meme #outofmuffins

[fishplagueart]

Happy Holidays from Dapper Dan’s Saloon

I draw Dread in the ugly Christmas sweater every year but I think my cowboy deserves some time in the spotlight

#fallout #christmas #fallout 76 #artists on tumblr #fo 76 #fallout ocs #oc: dapper dan #fishplagueart #i found the worst and best sweater for him and edited a bit #i think he looks nice in warm stuff despite always being in black #is he drinking that bottle by himself or offering it to you? #who knows

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

#poppy speaks #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #i hate this kinda but oh well #woof #eren jaeger imagine

[mercy-burning]

She’s An Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer discovers that Reader has a rather promiscuous personality behind closed doors, and he can’t help but give into her. Category: SMUT (18+), (there’s a lil fluff at the end, but it’s mostly filth lol) Warnings: Language, heavy flirting and sexual tension, female/male-receiving oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink (kinda?), breeding kink, dirty talk Word Count: 10.8k

***EDITED: 7/23/2021***

MASTERLIST

NOTE: Hi, guys! This is my entry for @willowrose99 ‘s 1-Year Writing Challenge Celebration! My prompts were: Only Angel by Harry Styles (fun fact, this is my favorite Harry song! And the notes/texts that Reader sends to Spencer are lines from the song), stealing clothes, and the dialogue “You know, I kinda like it when you call me -pet name-” I hope you all enjoy it! I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!!!

Also! Little fun fact: sex and metaphors/references to religion is like... my favorite thing in the whole world, so I made a tiny playlist for you to give a listen if you’re interested! If you have song recs so I can add them, please let me know! I’m always on the lookout for new stuff :) Enjoy!!

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He didn't think much of it the first day she started working at the BAU. If anything, Spencer was glad that they had an intern— someone who could share some of their responsibilities without completely changing the dynamic of the work. She even became part of their family, going out with them after cases, attending every workplace gathering, whether it be a wedding for a co-worker they didn't see often, one of Rossi's dinner parties, or Henry's birthday party.

It wasn't until they were setting up for the BAU office Halloween party that he noticed something was... different.

Y/N and Spencer were put on decorating duty while everyone else brought food and music, and whatever else. They stopped by extra early to set up, meaning they would be there together, alone, for at least two hours before anyone showed up.

Normally that wouldn't have been anything to worry about, but Y/N showed up in costume, and it completely threw him for a loop.

Now, he wasn't one to really care whether or not people used Halloween as an outlet to dress like sexy nurses or cheerleaders or whatever else. Sure, he'd rather go with something on the scary side, something with a creepy mask or intricate makeup, but in the end the holiday was everyone's to enjoy how they wanted to. And one way or the other, he never saw anyone in a sexy Halloween costume and found himself tempted by them in the slightest. In fact, it was rare that he ever saw anyone in one at all.

So, when Y/N slowed up to the office wearing a very skin-tight, tiny schoolgirl costume, and his heart leapt out of his chest, mouth going dry and blood running hot at the sight of her?

He was a goner.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him, dropping the large bag she was carrying to run over and give him a hug, which he shakily returned, trying to snap out of his daze. Suddenly he felt a little underdressed, not wearing his costume yet, and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he wanted to wear one at all now, fearful that she'd think it was too immature.

Even more frightening than the holiday itself was the fact that Spencer found himself caring about what Y/N would think of his costume when a minute ago it hadn't even crossed his mind.

He cleared his throat and blinked rapidly before she released him from her hug, hoping to expel his fear and remember that she was his friend and she'd never actually say anything bad about his costume. Not that that'd even mattered in the first place. It shouldn't have mattered, right?

God, pull yourself together! She's just a pretty girl dressed in a suggestive costume, it's nothing you haven't seen before...

Though, he wasn't even sure he could call her a pretty girl right then.

Because when she pulled away from him, talking about some of the decorations she brought, he had ample opportunity to get a good look at her costume up close. And she wasn't pretty. She was downright sexy, all legs protruding underneath a short plaid skirt and adorning shiny black heels, curly hair tumbling down her shoulders in pigtails. Her shirt was so low, most of the buttons undone to reveal a black lacy bra underneath. She wore a pair of glasses that sat cutely on the tip of her nose and minimal makeup, the only noticeable thing being bright red lip color.

That wasn't what was different, though.

Sure, she'd never worn anything that scandalous around work or even on nights out, but it wasn't the fact that she'd done so now that felt strange. No, it was the way she looked up at him, her head hung low and her eyes looking up through eyelashes. When she got excited to tell him something, she pitched her voice higher. And often times, she'd put herself in compromising positions, and it seemed like it was on purpose.

At one point she stood right in front of him trying to hang a streamer on a beam she was most certainly not tall enough to reach. Her arms stretched high, all fabric on her body rising up and exposing more skin. Spencer quickly tried to avoid any problems, offering to help so she wouldn't hurt herself, first of all, but also so that he wouldn't find himself staring too long when he shouldn't have been staring at all.

The whole time they were decorating, she found excuses to drop things and pick them up, to stumble and hold onto his arm for steadiness, to accidentally brush past him... And that's what was so different about her.

He didn't want to assume she'd been drinking before coming to the office, and if he'd known any better he wouldn't have assumed it in the first place. But that was the one and only thing that crossed his mind that could have been the answer to her strange behavior, despite the lack of alcohol on her breath. (The only reason he knew her breath didn't smell of alcohol was because at one point, she hugged him again and pulled back to look in his eyes, brushing stray curls from his face and telling him they did a good job finishing up the room they'd been working on.)

Now they were in the conference room, and Spencer was hanging streamers as Y/N sat in one of the chairs, wheeled back to the middle of the room so she could observe everything. Well... observe Spencer was more correct. At least that's what he figured, anyway. It was like he could feel her eyes burning into the back of him. Or maybe he was just still unable to get over the fact that she and her stupidly hot costume had had that big of an effect on him.

He stood down from the chair and asked Y/N to hand him more tape, refusing to look at her.

"Spence, are you alright?" she asked sweetly, rolling her chair over to the table so she could reach the tape. The innocent concern in her voice had that same suspicious tone to it that wouldn't leave him alone, like it was nagging him and calling to him... begging to confront her.

He flicked his gaze down to meet hers for the briefest of seconds before looking back at the table. "N—Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" She picked up the tape and toyed with it between her fingers, which were manicured a light pink color. He couldn't help but stare at them. "You seem a little... on edge."

With a swallow, an attempt to bring moisture back to his throat, Spencer shook his head. "I'm... No, I'm sure. Everything's fine."

Y/N sighed. "Well, I've been working with you profilers for some time now, and... I think I can tell when you're lying. Was it... something I did?"

There she went again, her voice high and soft. Innocent. Like she was in character.

Spencer looked at her face again, and then immediately he regretted it. She was half pouting at him, doe-eyed and head tilted to expose her neck. He swallowed again, trying to figure her out while also figuring out what to say.

"No," is what he settled on, audibly nervous.

She could tell, too, because he thought he saw her smirk for just a split second. But then it was gone, replaced once again by her pout. "Oh... Good. Because I thought for a second that you didn't like my costume."

She obviously had to be up to something, right? Was she... flirting with him? And more importantly, did he want her to flirt with him? He'd never really thought about Y/N in that context before, but she was single, beautiful, and... well, truthfully that's all he really knew about her. They'd been friends for about a year now, and he couldn't put together one single thought about her other than the stuttering, muddled confusion over the fact that she was in a sexy Halloween costume and most likely openly flirting with him.

What was that Emily said once about his IQ dropping in the presence of a pretty woman?

Y/N had rendered him utterly thoughtless.

And speechless, too, apparently, because he stood there, staring at her without saying a single word.

"Spencer," she called out softly, almost like a lullaby. Her chair rolled back, away from the table to give him a better view of her legs as she un-crossed them and very slightly opened her knees. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

As if he wasn't already practically burning inside-out since the moment she arrived at the office, now his blood ran hot, and he was suddenly very uncomfortably warm. "U—Um, y—yes, you're... You're beautiful, y—your costume... It's nice, it looks nice on you."

Her pout slowly turned into a smile as she patted her knees. "Thank you... I wore it just for you, you know."

Is this some sort of bizarre dream? he wondered, his knees almost buckling at her words, their tone, and the meaning of it all.

"Y—You did?" he whispered brokenly.

"Mnmm," she drawled as her fingers toyed with themselves. "You teach, right?"

"Sometimes."

Y/N hummed and nodded, her legs still closed enough that he couldn't see anything... extra promiscuous. "You know, I bet you have quite a few students who find you attractive... Tell me, do any of them dress like this?"

She leaned back in the chair and started to run her hands slowly up the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. "Do they ever... Sit in the front row and... spread their legs just enough for you to see the pretty panties they picked out... just for you..."

By now her hands were resting on the inside of her thighs, her legs spread in exactly the way she'd described. He couldn't help himself. There she was, offering herself to him, and in his line of vision was the faintest glimpse of baby pink fabric that matched the color of her fingernails.

He didn't even know how to verbally respond. By now he was sure his face was beet red, and his palms were sweating so badly and struggling to keep him upright as he leaned forward on the table. Ah, the table— the only thing separating him from her, a fact which he wasn't quite sure if he was thankful for or not.

The spell she had around her broke when her phone rang. And just like that, it was like she was... herself again. At least, the 'herself' Spencer had always known. She sat up and walked over to the other side of the room to grab her phone from her bag, reading the screen as he struggled to catch his breath.

"It's Penelope. She has a costume emergency I have to help with. Are you good putting the rest of these up?"

"U—Um, yeah. Yeah, go."

Y/N smiled and grabbed her bag, thanking him as she walked past and left him behind.

He heard her call back as her figure was etching itself into his brain, ready to remain there until the end of time. "Can't wait to see your costume!"

***

Luke and Tara were having a conversation that he was supposed to be paying attention to, but Spencer's mind was still occupied by Y/N and her... outward display of sensuality.

Her voice was echoing in his brain, replaying over and over how she'd dressed up for him. And the longer he tried to wrap his brain around everything, the more he wound up confused. Where had her forwardness even come from? Had she been actively interested in him this whole time and he just hadn't seen it until now? A possibility, but why had she chosen to go to that extreme rather than just tell him the truth? Maybe she'd just found being overtly sexual an easier tactic than others?

Or maybe, in the end, she was just messing with him. Even though Derek had moved away, it was entirely possible that he'd somehow concocted one of his ridiculous pranks and roped Y/N into helping him since he wasn't around to do it himself. A smart move, though it was highly unlikely.

Spencer just didn't know what to do. Depending on how the rest of the night went, he was probably just going to have to muster up the courage to ask her what her intentions were. And depending on what she says, he was going to have to figure out what he wanted from their relationship... Did she want just sex? Did he want just sex? Did she want to go out with him? Is that something he would want as well?

He was just about to mull it over when Penelope's boisterous laugh sounded from the other side of the room. Spencer looked up, eager to see if Y/N was with her, since she'd been called away on a costume emergency. Penelope was dressed as a devil, red sparkly horns on her red-streaked, curled hair. She was dressed head-to-toe in a red dress and shoes that felt very much like her, with feathers and sequins, and her makeup was also red and black and absolutely glittery.

And sure enough, behind her stood the woman who'd been occupying Spencer's mind for the past hour and a half. Though, she wasn't dressed as a schoolgirl anymore.

He found himself swearing under his breath as he took her in, shimmering where she stood, dressed in all white.

She was an angel.

An actual angel. Her hair fell loose around her, accessorized with a headband with a golden halo attached to it. Her dress was still pretty form-fitting, though nowhere near as scandalous as her previous outfit. It was long and flowed out at the bottom until it hit the floor, a ring of gold at the hem. The sleeves were also long and bell-bottomed, accented with gold at the end.

And from where Spencer stood, even that far away, he noticed the glitter that surrounded her eyes, gold to compliment the color on her dress. Her lips were still bright red, and her glasses were gone. And the wings... As small as they were—most likely to keep from taking up too much space—they stood out in any crowd, purely white and outlined in gold, just like the rest of her outfit.

Why had she changed? Did... she actually change at all? Had he truly only imagined their encounter hours ago?

"Any... specific angels crossing your mind?" Spencer heard Luke say, punctuated with a pat on the shoulder.

He blinked and looked at him. "What?"

"Y/N... She makes a pretty good angel, eh?"

"Uh, yeah, I—I guess so."

Luke and Tara laughed, obviously amused by all of this. But they hadn't seen her earlier. They hadn't been there to witness her seducing him and acting like she'd done it a million times over. They didn't know what she was doing to him, inhabiting every corner of his brain and driving him mad trying to figure it all out.

But it wasn't uncommon for his friends to tease him about the female attention he got sometimes. And when it was obvious that he was flustered, they kept the friendly teasing going. And every time, he settled on leaving it alone, because he knew it would pass and he wouldn't have to worry about it again, at least until the next woman hit on him in public.

And Y/N? She worked with them. As long as she was in his head, he was afraid he'd never stop being flustered in her presence.

So he had to know. He had to talk to her and see what was going on, no matter how awkward it might get.

For now though, it was Halloween, and he was going to spend the night with his friends while doing the very rare amount of drinking and the more frequent amount of laughter.

The night didn't come without a few looks in Y/N's direction, though. She never came up to him directly, though a few times he'd catch her looking at him. And each time, she'd wave and continue on her merry way, laughing with Emily or doing some silly dance with Penelope in their coupling costumes.

Honestly, if earlier hadn't happened, he would have thought nothing of it. She was being completely normal. Happy, friendly... Simply Y/N, as he'd known her for the past year and a half.

He just finished saying goodbye to JJ, who was leaving early to go trick-or-treating with her kids, when she finally approached him. At the sight of her getting closer, her otherworldliness making his blood go warm again, he tried to compose himself. After all, there was no way she'd do anything sensual in public like this, right?

"I didn't get a chance to compliment you on your costume yet," she said brightly, her voice not carrying that higher tone from before. "You make a very believable zombie."

He looked down at his tattered clothes, a small laugh escaping him. "Thank you... It's no high-level makeup job, but I tried my best."

When he looked back up to her, the shimmer of her makeup basked her in a glow that made it incredibly hard to breathe. She really was pretty. Still sexy, of course, but in an understated way this time.

And he couldn't help but bring up the difference. "You... changed."

Something sparkled in her eyes then, giving them a devious glint that inherently contradicted her costume, and the mere implications of that made him tremble, especially as she said, "Mhm... I figured the schoolgirl costume was a little too inappropriate for the workplace. And besides... I did say I wore it just... for you..."

So he hadn't imagined the whole thing... On the one hand he was relieved to know he wasn't freaking out over something that hadn't actually happened. But... on the other, what did that leave him with?

It left him with a woman who was standing in front of him, dressed like an angel while giving him all sorts of devilish feelings.

Once again she'd rendered him speechless, though now his thoughts were filled with images of those pretty, glimmering eyes above him, watching as he worshipped her between her legs... Of her hands twisted in his hair as he showed her just how much he wanted her, to show her how beautiful she was.

Those thoughts were interrupted when she got closer, toying with a stray curl that stuck out from his head. She twirled it around her finger and looked up at him, doe-eyed again as she purred, "Happy Halloween, Doctor Reid."

She was gone too quickly, whisked away by the throes of an office holiday party that, one way or another, served as the beginning to a long, tempestuous affair.

***

In the weeks that followed, Spencer went about his days as normally as he could, focusing on work, and getting ready for another month of teaching, where he'd be away from his friends and, therefore, also away from Y/N.

It's not that he necessarily wanted to be away from her... Yet, after constant flirting with no direction other than his dreams filling with filthy images of the two of them together and no actual outlet for it, he figured a break would do him some good. Of course, he wasn't sure what would await him when he came back—if she'd forget about all of it and give up or if she'd come at him stronger than before.

It was his final day before leave, and so naturally, Y/N had to make it hard on him. He was sure that's what she was doing.

Since it was getting colder, she strayed away from skirts, though occasionally she would show up to work in a longer dress or a shirt that hugged her in all the right places, especially on the days that he would be working with her more. She had the BAU's schedules on hand always, so she had to be using that as a way to get to him.

On those days, she often used her higher pitch when she spoke to him, and her eyes were always adventurous— they wandered over every part of his body and sometimes quickly blinked away when he caught her, accompanying an embarrassed smile. (Though, Spencer was convinced she really was absolutely not embarrassed.)

Other times she pulled the "Oops, I dropped something," trick, and "You know, it's almost Winter but it's still so warm in here, don't you think?" followed by a stretch of her body as she slowly put her hair up or dragged it over her shoulder. 

His plan was to wait until he got back from leave, assess their situation from there after he'd cleared his head for a while, and then talk to her about what the hell was going on. Though the thought of confronting her scared him a little, he knew he couldn't let this go on any longer without some sort of conversation about what was next... What it all meant. It would drive him crazy otherwise.

With all the sensual, suggestive looks and actions she was throwing at him, though, it was a wonder he hadn't gotten to that point already.

As if she'd figured this out—because of course she would have found a way to get into his brain and know what he was thinking and feeling before he could even do so himself—Y/N stood by a storage closet with a clipboard. She pretended to write things down, when in reality she was looking up at him every so often, biting her lip and crossing her legs where she stood. She looked utterly desperate for something, almost like it was painful for her to be deprived of whatever it was she was looking for.

Spencer had a sneaking suspicion he knew what that was. And the thought sent a wave of electricity through his veins. All day she'd been going extra hard in attempts to catch his attention, and since it was his final day before leaving for a month, he knew that had to be the reason why.

If catching his attention was her goal, she'd definitely succeeded.

Across the room, and across a small sea of co-workers who were head-down, going through paperwork, he caught her eye and waited, his fingers twitching like they wanted to reach out to her. She tilted her head to the side and tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, staring back at him like she was in a daydream.

And sure enough, she was standing underneath a light, one singular beam that sat atop her head like a halo and bathed her in a soft glow.

Even without the costume, she was an angel... For a moment Spencer wondered if maybe she'd planed on it all from the start— making her move by dressing like an angel on Halloween for one night and then finding any way on purpose to replicate that presence without actually dressing up again. Was it a way to mess with his head, to make him believe that she was calling to him? That she would... save him somehow?

He had to know what she was doing.

So he gave in and stood up, his eyes keeping contact with hers as he got closer and closer. Before he could get to her, though, she winked and then turned around, entering the storage closet and disappearing before his eyes. Still, he followed her, desperately hoping that's what she wanted.

And with a silent prayer that felt ironic as he thought it, Spencer opened the door and entered the adventure that awaited him. Whether it would be heavenly or otherwise he wasn't sure, but either way he was ready to confront it.

Y/N had turned on a desk lamp, its orange glow the only source of light in an otherwise pitch-black space. She leaned back against a table, still standing with her legs crossed over each other, hands bracing themselves on the tabletop. "How's it going, Doctor Reid?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, almost immediately after she greeted him. Now that he was alone with her, away from unassuming eyes, he exhaled and visibly showed his confusion through pleading eyes. "Please, I need to know what you're doing..."

He barely saw the contours of her face through dim lighting as she smiled. "What do you mean?"

"Y/N... Don't do that." He took a step closer, even though the quick beating of his heart signaled that it might have been a dangerous move. "Tell me..."

"Isn't it obvious?" she cooed, her hands coming out to toy with the hem of her frilly skirt.

As he looked down at it, he had to wonder if there really was a God out there, some higher being that sent this angel down to destroy him. How else did it stand to happen that even though it was nearing the end of November, the one day it was warm enough for Y/N not to freeze while wearing a skirt was the final day he had before leaving for a whole moth?—Before it was inevitably snowy and she wouldn't have the luxury to tease him with her skin?

She must have caught his lingering gaze on her legs, because she laughed softly, spreading them to stand a bit further apart while her fingers very lightly pushed the fabric of her skirt up. "I've been trying to get your attention ever since I got here... But you never seemed to notice. So I figured... Why not be a little more... forthcoming..."

"Y—You could have... said something," he whispered, forcing himself to look at her face. But as he was learning, he couldn't look at any part of her without his whole body going up in flames. 

By now she was walking closer to him, small, languid steps that perfectly showcased how her body could move. "Well... Truth is, I was scared... Every time I tried to talk to you, I got really nervous..." Her voice was demure, apologetic almost... Embarrassed. But it had to have just been part of the allure, right? Part of her show? "You're just so... intimidating."

Spencer swallowed, a small laugh coming from him as he tried not to collapse at her closeness. "I'm... I'm really not..."

But she laughed, finally close enough to reach out and grab his tie, which is what she did. She held the fabric in her hands for a few seconds before letting it drop, bringing her pointer finger to gently trace patterns on his chest. "Not in a mean way, silly... You're... incredibly smart, and you're good at your job... You're always so nice to everyone... And I bet you really know how to make a girl feel good..."

He found himself trembling under her touch again as she brought her hand down to meet his. She leaned up to nudge his chin with her nose as she moved his hand to the inside of her thigh. It was only the slightest of touches, nothing rushed or passionate about it. In fact, Y/N seemed more taken with the idea of using her touch to draw everything out— to make him pine for it, lose all semblance of sanity until he finally gave in and did whatever he wanted to her.

"Don't you wanna know what it feels like to touch me?" she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. Meanwhile her hand guided his own farther up her skirt, until he felt her skin getting warmer and warmer with each millimeter. His throat was dry, breath shaky as he fluttered his eyes closed and embraced the moment, embraced the guidance... "To feel how wet you make me?"

His heart practically leapt out of his chest once his hand was finally met with said wetness. Her panties were damp and oh so warm, and he couldn't stop the whine that left his throat as she pressed his fingers hard into her against the fabric. Her fingers covered his like a glove, guiding them in small circles over her clothed clit as she sighed into his neck.

"You feel that?" she asked, nuzzling into his skin. "That's what you do to me, Doctor.  From the moment I saw you, I knew you'd ruin me..."

He breathed a laugh then, finding it utterly ironic how that's how she felt. She could have just been toying with him, but there was enough longing and desperation in her voice to let him know she really meant it. She'd been waiting for him to come along and whisk her away...

So that's what he was going to do.

Spencer removed his hand from her then, walking them over to the table and pulling her right to him by gripping the waistband of her panties and keeping her still. The gasp she let out fueled him in a way that would have wrecked him if the job hadn't already been done. As he looked down at her, her body was basked in the soft orange luminescence of the desk lamp, a sight that aesthetically added to his desire and farther fueled the heat that had been accumulating in his veins, waiting to be released.

"Is that what you want, angel?" he breathed, the words even taking him by surprise. His sexual experience was far from non-existent, but it was limited enough that he'd never acted this feral before. Never had a partner ever had this strong of a hold on him, so tight that he found it a struggle to breathe. Add on the fact that he wanted to embrace that struggle if it meant being this way with her, and you had a man who was completely unraveling under the allure of one single woman until she ultimately brought forth his demise. "You want me to ruin you?"

Though he was giving in, like he assumed she wanted in the first place, Y/N hummed, tilting her head again and blinking up at him. "You know, I kinda like it when you call me angel..."

Spencer gripped the fabric tighter, and she whined. "Is it what you want?" In other words, Do you want this? 

Y/N nodded, and then he crashed his lips with hers as he tugged at her panties and let them drop to the floor in a pool around her feet. She flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself into him more, allowing his tongue to part her lips and explore her with liveliness. She was more than welcome to embracing it, verbally giving him praises in the form of whimpers and physical ones in the form of her hips rolling forward to get more friction.

As one of his hands found purchase under one of her thighs, he thought back to Halloween night, and how he'd imagined his head between her legs. The memory had his entire body tensing with pleasure, and without a second thought, he pulled away and dropped to his knees, looking up at her with what he hoped was the purest form of desire.

He looked up at her, admiring the way her face looked in the dim light, as he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. Still keeping eye contact, he tilted his head and kissed the inside of her leg. But eventually he let his focus lean to immersing himself in her pleasure, tearing his eyes away from hers and completely shifting his head to face her leg. His lips trailed upwards, taking his time to remember the taste and the feel of her soft skin. 

The higher he got, the heavier her breathing became, and it wasn't long before he fully had his head under her skirt. She tried to move the fabric so she could see him, but he gripped her wrists and pinned them at her sides, eliciting a laugh from her that quickly turned into a whimper once he brushed his nose over where she ached for him.

Without being able to stop himself, Spencer inhaled, breathing her in and letting out a shaky breath as he inched closer and involuntarily closed his eyes, completely wrapped up in her like he'd never felt before. He was intoxicated by her, even more so when his mouth finally made contact with her dripping cunt.

Feeling her shudder above him was almost as heavenly as the way she tasted, sweet and bitter and oh so delectable. He'd never craved anything more than her in that moment, his tongue lapping her up and making a point to taste all of her. He explored and worshipped and praised her just how he'd imagined he would, though now that it was actually happening and he'd really had a taste of her, he wasn't sure he could ever go back.

Not that he wanted to. Especially as she whined and rolled her hips against his face, seeking more pleasure as she tried to be quiet in the closet.

Spencer, though he knew the importance of keeping it quiet right then, couldn't say he was the same way. Since his head was hiked up her skirt, and his sounds were muffled by her skin, he was as loud as he wanted to be, groaning into her and mumbling praises in between while catching his breath. He reveled in the feeling of her wetness coating the lower half of his face and the sounds that both pairs of her lips were providing. It truly was better than any symphony or choir he'd ever heard, and if he could spend the rest of his life down there, worshipping at her altar and giving her everything she desired, he would have.

But they were at work, and if they were gone too long, it would get suspicious.

So, as much as he wanted to draw out her pleasure—and by association, his own—he focused on getting her to her peak, flicking his tongue out over her clit and letting her hips rock forward to get her exactly where she wanted to be.

He knew she was about to come when she stopped whining and whimpering altogether, the leg she had draped over his shoulder curling and tightening around him to keep herself steady.

His tongue was relentless, keeping at what it was doing while Spencer imagined what her face must have looked like. Were her eyes rolling to the back of her head or were they squeezed tight? And her mouth— was it hanging open? Was her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she attempted to keep herself from yelling out? And as her hands struggled in his grasp, trying to escape most likely in favor of gripping his hair, he imagined them tied up above her head, attached to his bedframe as he took his time, drawing out every little sound she could have possibly made until she was just as unraveled as he was.

And then her grip loosened all around him, a whiny sigh escaping from her mouth, and Spencer reluctantly drew himself away from her. He dropped her leg from his shoulder and licked at his lips, tasting as much of her as he could before he had to return to work. And then, when he was moving to remove his head from under her skirt, he caught sight of her panties on the ground, picking them up and sliding the garment lightly up along her leg as he stood.

The only thing was, he wasn't putting them back on her.

No, they hung loose between his fingers as they tickled the inside of her legs, and when he finally stood tall enough to tower over her again, he got as close as he could to her, bringing the fabric up between her legs, right where he'd just been, and pressed them firmly to her sensitive pussy.

"Time to clean you up, angel," he whispered, swiping his hand forward and doing exactly that. Y/N whined against his mouth, faintly tasting herself on his lips as he cleaned her.

He kissed her then, gently, removing his hand from under her skirt and depositing the damp fabric right into his pocket.

If Spencer hadn't known already that he was done for, he would have figured it out right then, when he pulled back far enough to see the high, blissed out look in her pretty eyes. She blinked at him and sighed, telling him one final thing before she pushed past him and walked out into the office with no underwear and half-wobbly legs.

"I miss you already, Doctor..."

***

He missed her, too.

The month-long leave was supposed to assist in letting him clear his head, but the longer he was away from her, the more it drove him mad. Occasionally he'd still taste the sweet tanginess of her on his tongue, and no amount of coffee could rinse it out. Sometimes he'd be grading papers and daydream about hearing her whimper out his name as he took care of her.

It didn't help that she also sent him texts, little things that would have sounded innocent to anyone else but had a way more promiscuous meaning to the both of them. They mostly involved the discussion of angels, of course, as she left him with a quote or a song lyric, and other days with a fact about a specific angel.

Today, the morning before classes started, she sent him, She's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see... Spencer didn't know what it meant, what it was referencing, but it was innocent enough that he didn't think anything of it until lunch rolled around and he checked his phone to see another text.

...When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. All day, even as he was trying to distract himself by lecturing, all he could see in his mind was Y/N. Sometimes with her angel costume on, but mostly with nothing on, her body fitting into his like a puzzle piece as she sighed out his name like a prayer.

And to think, he had one more week until he would see her again.

But then he was looking through his students' quizzes, small sheets of paper with some terminology and matching definitions they needed to pair together. Since there were only about five minutes left until the class was over, he let his students spend the rest of the time how they chose, not really in the mood to burn himself out speaking when he knew it was only a matter of time before he slipped and said something about Y/N that he shouldn't.

The next quiz he grabbed was folded in half, unusual, but he opened it and was looking to go about his merry way regardless. But then he saw a post-it note right in the middle of the paper, reading She's an angel, my only angel, and punctuated with a pair of red lips.

The first thing he did was drop the pen that was in his hand. Not like he did it on purpose, though, he was pretty sure all joint and muscle function was lost upon reading the handwriting he knew so well, and a reference that only she could make.

And then he looked up, eyes scanning the sea of students to find her. She had to have been there, right? A few of the students found it odd that he was just looking through all of them, but all he was worried about was finding her.

And there she was.

Y/N had tucked herself all the way in the back, her eyes locked directly onto him. She winked then, when she knew she had his attention, and all Spencer could think about was how it must have been another dream. Her texts from earlier had gotten to him more than usual, and because of it, he was seeing her everywhere, seeing what he wanted to see.

Even though he wanted to keep looking at her, to try and figure out if she was really there or if she was just a figment of his devilish mind, he didn't want anyone to catch him. To anyone else it would look like he might have been staring at another student, and with the lust he knew was definitely swimming in them, the last thing he wanted to do was get in trouble like that.

So, to his dismay and reluctance, he slipped the note into the drawer beside him and quietly finished grading, even though he was longing to see how else he could let Y/N destroy him.

Even as the bell rang and everyone filtered out, Spencer kept his head low, refusing to look up until everyone was gone and only one person remained.

The quieter it got, the harder he could feel his heart beating. And then the only thing that cut through the silence was that unmistakable, angelic high pitch that would surely never fail to bring him to his knees.

"Did you get my note, Doctor?"

Only then did he allow himself to look up, and when he did, seeing her closer to him than she'd been in almost a month now, it was like the stars aligned. "Yes," he whispered, getting out of his seat and walking around the desk to be as close to her as possible.

She laughed and met him in the middle, nearly trapping him between herself and the desk. Her hands reached out to grab at his suit jacket and he wished that she'd touch him somewhere else. Anywhere else, just to feel the soft warmth of her skin.

"And my texts?" she cooed, taking another step and actually trapping him between her body and his desk.

"Y—Yeah, I got them."

"Oh, good. I've been thinking a lot about how you left me..." She slid her hands then, under his jacket and across his stomach until they reached his waist. "The second I got in my car to go home, you were already on your way here... And I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing with my panties..."

They were currently back in his hotel room, in the drawer and laying atop of his own clothes, a vision that had him reeling, wondering if she was wearing any now. So he asked. "Are... Um..."

Well, he tried to ask, anyway.

Y/N caught on, though, beaming at him as her hands removed herself from him and slipped up her skirt. "You wanna see the pair I'm wearing now?"

"Y/N... There's... Someone could come in, I..."

She clucked her tongue. "Oh, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble, don't worry. I'll just... Give you a quick peek."

She didn't wait for him to respond, lifting the hem of the skirt and stepping back so he could see the front of her underwear, which were white and printed with black cursive lettering.

Angel.

As soon as he exhaled, loud and obviously very turned on at the sight in front of him, she dropped the skirt and smiled. "You like them? I needed to buy a new pair since you felt the need to steal my others..."

Spencer really didn't know what to say. All he knew was that his body was on fire, and the tightening of his pants was extremely dangerous since he had another class in a half hour and there wasn't enough time to take care of it unless they did something right now. And even then, they were in a public area with hardly anywhere to go. His best bet would be to go to the bathroom and be as inconspicuous as possible to take care of it himself. Or, Y/N needed to leave immediately so he could settle down and just let it go away on its own.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have a hard time denying her of anything.

Which was why he didn't stop her when she sunk to her knees.

As she undid his belt, looking up at him  with sparkling eyes, she spoke to him. "Honestly, I had every intention to just make out with you a little, just enough to satiate myself until I can see you again next week, but... Well, I'm wearing lipstick, and I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

He'd made out with a woman before, who'd worn lipstick, and surprisingly it was pretty easy to remove, so he knew she had to have been lying as some part of a bigger scheme, but... he couldn't quite figure out what that was. Obviously she had plans to take care of his erection for him, so why make up the story?

But then she kept talking, only slightly pulling down his pants and palming him through his underwear. "And then I thought about how pretty you'd look covered in lipstick kisses, and, well... It's always good to start somewhere, don't you think?"

Oh...

His stomach did flips when she traced his dick through the fabric covering it, gently with her middle finger. And then, looking into his eyes from below, she pulled it out and slowly stroked it with her hand, a low hum coming from her throat. "Mmm, I can't wait to mark up this pretty cock..."

That's when he lost all semblance of control, a strained groan falling from his lips, coming from the great depths of his chest, just from her words alone. And she took that moment to lean forward and press the gentlest of kisses to the base of his dick. She held her lips there for a second or wo before removing them and moving just a little higher, her eyes never leaving his face.

Her kisses trailed higher and higher, centimeter by centimeter until she reached his tip, where she ever so slightly flicked her tongue over the slit at the top, tasting his precum. And then gave him one final kiss—one final red mark.

The temptation to grab her hair and hold her there while he fucked her throat was strong, but as he looked down at her, she was examining her handiwork with a seductive hunger that made him realize that no matter how strong his urges got, she would always be the one in charge. Even if she acted all innocent and submissive, she was the one who held the key to his sexual desires, and therefore she was the only one who had the ability to unlock them.

So, he contained himself as she looked up at him, winked, and quickly tucked his hard dick back into the confines of his pants.

And when she stood up, she leaned up to his cheek and pressed another kiss there, leaving behind a red mark and all all his sanity with it, quickly turning away before he could catch her.

"See you later, Doctor," she called over her shoulder before she disappeared out the door.

Spencer let out a long, unsteady breath, debating on whether or not he should take care of his situation in the bathroom or right there in the classroom, behind his desk and into the trash can underneath it while he still had ample time to do so.

He sat in the chair about a minute later, his hand moving furiously under the desk as he breathed out hushed whispers of her name.

***

No matter how badly he wanted more alcohol in his system, he wasn't going to allow it. After one drink he was already starting to feel the affects, veins buzzing right along with the low hum of the music from inside. The single streetlight above him provided only the dimmest of lights as he took deep breaths in and out, focusing on the bitter cold from the December air and the soft pelting of snowflakes upon the skin of his cheeks.

Y/N's touch still burned him, right along his inner thigh where her hand had firmly rested while they and the rest of their friends ate dinner at the bar. All night so far, she'd been teasing him to no end, whether it was a brush of her hand against his crotch or a tiny kiss on the shoulder when no one was looking.

How no one had figured them out yet was a mystery.

Spencer rubbed his hands together, trying to keep them warm when he felt it. She was behind him.

"You've been out here for a while, Spence, is everything okay?" Even when she wasn't speaking to him in her angelic higher pitch, he still felt like succumbing to the sound her voice regardless.

He turned around to face her, and sighed. It figured that even surrounded by a street that was covered in brown-tainted snow, she wouldn't have let it taint her beauty. He was convinced that no matter where she was or what she looked like, she'd always be perfect— capable of knocking the breath out of him every time he looked at her. "Honestly, you've been driving me crazy."

"Oh," she said, her eyes slightly shifting to the ground. "Maybe I... did take it too far, I... I'm sorry." The slight tinge of embarrassment and maybe regret that filtered through her voice nearly ran him to the ground— How could she ever believe that he would feel overwhelmed by her? Sure, to some extent, he was extremely overwhelmed by her, but it was never a negative thing.

"Oh, angel, that's not what I meant," he explained softly, taking a few steps towards her.

She lifted her head, eyes doe-eyed and sparkling, though not as they usually were. This time they were swimming in a softness that made him yearn for her even more. "What?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm absolutely mesmerized by you... Y/N..." Spencer brought a hand to lightly caress her face, and when she leaned into his touch it made him so warm he thought it would melt all of the snow. "I can't get you out of my head, and I... I don't know if I ever want to. I mean that."

"Y—You're not... weirded out or anything?" she asked softly. "That I just... sprung all my feelings and my lust out onto you all at once? B—Because I know it was sudden, and I came on really strong so fast, I just... I thought you liked it, and so I just kept going, but really I should have stopped and... I don't know, asked if you were okay with it..."

He'd seen this softness in her before— When she watched over JJ's kids in the office sometimes, and when she helped Penelope set the table for their 'family dinners'. Every time, on the rare occasion that she actually went on cases with them, when she helped JJ comfort the families who'd lost their loved ones, he saw it. And even through all the lust, that sweetness in her soul was what truly made her an angel. Even though the lust is all he'd been swimming in since Halloween, deep down he really knew that it was only a small part of who she really was.

So, he said to her, "Y/N, I'm enchanted by all of you. I don't... I don't know what happened to make you want to come on strong to me, but... I'm glad you did. Believe me when I say, there is nothing about you that would scare me away."

He didn't know how she was feeling, but she practically visibly melted at his words, right in front of him. "You really mean that?"

With a smile, Spencer stepped even closer and brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. "Of course I mean it, my angel."

She laughed then, her hands wrapping themselves over his waist. "Your angel, huh?"

"Mhm... If you'd like to be..."

Y/N leaned up and pressed her lips to his in answer, firmly and with all the sweetness she had nestled inside her soul.

But the longer they stood there outside the bar, kisses growing warmer and hungrier with each passing second, Spencer realized that he didn't want her sweetness any longer, not tonight anyway. He cradled her face in his hands, feeling the fire in his veins come alive when she whined into his mouth and willed herself closer.

Before he could say fuck it and decide to take her right there outside, he pulled away, still needing her but not entirely willing to get themselves caught for public indecency.

Y/N spoke before he got a chance to, her higher pitch coming back and almost bringing him to his knees.

"What do you say you take your angel home and show her a good time?"

***

She didn't even get a chance to close the door to his apartment before he was on her, his hands tugging at her coat to get it off.

It was a frenzy, at least while they were stripping. Jackets and boots and scarves were strewn across the entryway and leading into the living room, until each of them only had two layers: their regular clothes and what they wore underneath. And that's when they finally allowed themselves the luxury of wrapping their limbs around each other.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed ahold of her ass to keep her steady. For added support, she flung her arms around his neck and kissed him the whole way to his bedroom, but not without a few stumbles. Either way, they were so quite literally wrapped up in each other that the imperfections didn't matter.

Like she could ever come with imperfections... Spencer thought as he set her down, immediately bringing his hands to the back of her dress.

Meanwhile she unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling around so much that he thought she might choose to rip it open, and selfishly he wished she would have. But she got it open without tearing any buttons, and the fabric slid easily off his shoulders at the same time her dress slid off her own.

He was going to kiss her again, but once he caught a glimpse of what she'd been hiding under her dress, there was nothing he could physically do but rake his eyes over her figure and pray for forgiveness for all the devilish things he wanted to do to her.

It was a white set, all lace that was detailed to look like feathers as it hugged every curve of her body perfectly. She wore a set of garters that attached to the panties, which he was pretty sure were crotch-less and outlined in a pretty gold shimmer.

"I knew you'd like it," Y/N drawled sweetly. The pure innocence that dripped from her tongue would have thoroughly wrecked him had her appearance already not taken care of that. And she seemed to understand how immobile he'd become at the sight of her, because she moved of her own accord, gliding over to him and reaching her hand out to undo his belt. "I'm gonna take your silence as a good sign..."

"You're stunning," he breathed, just barely, and she gave him a smile through softly biting her bottom lip.

"You're too good to me..." Her hands pushed down his loosened slacks and waited until they fell to the floor. And then she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and leaned into his neck. "And I think your kindness deserves a reward..."

Her lips gently pressed to his neck before she dropped to her knees once again, and as she descended, her hands and his underwear did the same, leaving him completely bare and open for her to do whatever she wanted. No matter how badly he longed to throw her on the bed and get to showing her just how much she'd inhabited his every fiber of being, he didn't dare stop her as her tongue darted out and licked a featherlight line along the length of his hard cock.

He let out a sigh and twitched at her touch, a feat that must have pleased her, because she smiled and hummed happily as she repeated her action. Only, this time her tongue was more firm on him— not teasing anymore, but it brought him to damnation all the same.

And then she fully wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, slowly gliding herself down until he hit the back of her throat.

The sound he made was inhuman.

She wasted no time then, bobbing her head at a steady rhythm and moaning around him as she did so. It didn't take long for saliva to start gathering above her chin and dripping down onto the exposed area of her breasts, just above her bra. Occasionally she would hold him at the back of her throat and choke as she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and the sight of his little angel happily crying with his dick in her mouth sent Spencer into a tailspin.

But as tempting as it was to paint the back of her throat white, he knew he'd prefer to take that action to a more interesting place. So he pulled away from her and breathed out, "Please, not yet..."

He looked down at her as she smiled, wetness coating her skin in the form of tears on cheeks and saliva on breasts. Her hands rested at the tops of her thighs, even as she stood up and blinked a final stream of tears down her left cheek. "Why, is there somewhere else you'd rather fill me up?"

"Please," was all he said, his breathing labored as he imagined what she would feel like.

Thankfully she seemed to take mercy on him— Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed, where she laid him down at the headboard and straddled his thighs. "As much as I love spreading my legs for you, I think I'd much rather take a ride..."

"Anything you want," he told her, his eyes traveling up the length of her body as she got comfortable. She was, in fact, wearing crotch-less panties, and the feeling that coursed through him at the sight of her glistening pussy in decent lighting (AKA when he wasn't under her skirt in a storage closet) sent him straight to Hell all over again.

He sighed out as she played with herself, gliding her fingers delicately along the planes of her body, from her thighs to her clit, and eventually she gripped his dick to line it up, lifting her hips above him.

"Are you ready?" she asked gently, rolling her hips to slick him up with her arousal.

"Always ready for you, angel..."

The pet name sprung her into action. She sunk down slowly onto him, and he willed his eyes to stay open so he could watch as her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into her head as she moaned out deliciously. He let out a groan himself, the feeling of her tightly wrapping around him like velvet almost too much to handle.

"Ohhh, you fill me up so good," Y/N sighed, gently grinding her hips in slow circles as she finally had all of him inside her. "Just like I knew you would..."

Everything she was doing, between the gradual increase of the speed at which her hips rolled and the way she looked down at him with pure desire, had Spencer wondering what he'd ever done without her. What had he known before knowing the feeling of her nails gently digging into the skin of his stomach as she rode him, before knowing the sound of his name falling from her lips in a whisper? It couldn't have been anything good, because as far as he was concerned, she was as good as it would ever get.

But at some point it felt like he needed to take more. She was giving him her body, offering it to him like the most precious gift she had to offer, and yet he wanted to tear into it and leave nothing behind except her voice, calling out his name into the heavens above. He longed to give her something in return, something that would leave her just as ruined as she'd left him.

And, as always, she could tell.

Y/N laughed seductively as she leaned down, her hips still rocking into his. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his before she spoke. "Everything alright, baby?"

All he could do was let out a broken moan as she clenched around him on every upstroke.

"Aww... You want more? Huh, you wanna lay me down and give it to me good? Show your little angel what it feels like to be fucked so good she can't even speak?"

"Don't... tempt me," he was finally able to choke out, and she laughed.

"Aww, come on... Show me what you got..."

Spencer wasn't sure when he actually did it, but one second she was nipping at his bottom lip, challenging him to take control, and the next he was on top of her, her legs spread as wide as they could possibly get as he rocked his hips into her at a deep, bruising force.

She laughed amusedly through whimpers of pleasure, her hands spreading out at her sides like wings as he gave her everything he had. Looking down at her, head thrown back and hair fanned around her head like some sort of angelic crown, he soaked it all in and wondered if this was what Heaven was— the feeling of her succumbing to his lust, the sight of her lost in the throes of weeks of pent-up sexual tension that never entirely got released, the sound of her near-incoherently whining at how good he was...

If it wasn't Heaven, it was surely something pretty damn close.

He was almost there, tension stretching out inside the pit of his stomach, when Y/N grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her lower belly. He felt himself slamming into her at full force every time, the small bump against his hand bringing him further along the road of release.

"You feel that?" she whined, keeping his hand there. "You know what that means, don't you?"

It could have meant a lot of things, but his brain was too far gone, lost in in the fog of pleasure to even begin to think about what it was. But then she answered for him, and it was just about the hottest thing he'd ever heard come from her mouth.

"It means I'm all yours... to do whatever you want with... to fill me up with your cum as much as you want... maybe turn your little angel into a mommy..."

With a loud, guttural groan, Spencer held himself still, deep inside her, and gave her every last drop, his hand remained pressed firmly to her stomach. If he concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel his cum spilling out and filling her to the brim through the barrier. She pulsed and came around him at the same time, warmth spreading between the two of them like a drop of water would soak through fabric, until it completely enveloped them like a heavy blanket.

And then they'd given everything, their bodies clinging to each other for dear life as they settled into the gentle aftermath of such a heavy feeling of ardor. Their breaths slowed and their lips explored each other tenderly, hands doing the same until, finally, they felt themselves drifting off.

***

Spencer dreamt of Heaven that night, glimpses of a future he'd always longed for with other people, but that he would get to spend with her.

A wedding dress, white, but haloed by a gold fog as the woman wearing it glided along the aisle and made her way to him.

A house, small, but fenced in and just perfect enough for the two of them and the baby that was on the way.

A picnic table, damp, but drying out in the sun as it gradually became littered with plates of birthday cake and a little candle that was shaped into the number 3.

A woman, old, but beaming as she showed a photo album to her multitudes of grandchildren, telling them stories about the wonderful life she lived with her husband who always called her Angel.

And when he woke up, seeing that old woman as she was now, sleeping in his bed as the sun beamed through the curtains and basked her in a heavenly light, he knew what Heaven really was.

It was her.

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