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[leafjoon]

Between the lines - pt. II

words: 5k warnings: swearing, alcohol, age gap, slight angst, jealousy, mentions of cheating, smut, spitting, one slap, unprotected sex, daddy kink (barely). its also v fluffy n has aftercare

It was Saturday evening, and you decided to go out with your friends and enjoy yourself a little. You knew you deserved it after the absurd week you had. You finally turned those pages to Alex in time, cramming and staying home almost every night—the assignments you had neglected piled up, and you had to catch up.

But none of that mattered tonight. No, tonight you would have fun with your friends and let loose. Most importantly, you wanted to ignore the desire that had crept up on you for your editor since that night.

"Let's do shots!" your friend Rachel yelled out. You chuckled at her enthusiasm, deciding to join in. "Tequila?" 

"You know it," she replied with a wink. It was half past eleven, and most of you were already drunk.

After you ordered your shots, everyone quickly shot them down their throats, some scrunching up their faces due to the sour taste. "God, this never fails to fuck me up," you said.

As you were listening to Sophie rambling about in her drunken state, you spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. Squinting a little, you weren't sure if it was him. He looked like one of your ex-boyfriends. You quickly turned, not wanting him to see you.

Things had gone sour with him last year when you found out he had been talking to another girl behind your back. You were stupid to trust him. His lack of insincerity was evident to everyone else but you.

You huffed, not wanting to bring down the mood but getting agitated at the reminder of his existence and the insecurities he had brought out of you.

"Show me your phone," you said sternly, your nostrils flaring up. You felt insane for making such a demand, but your gut told another story.

"What the fuck? You've gone crazy," he said, letting out a chuckle.

"James. Just show me your last text, and we can forget about this. Okay?" you said, pleading with him. You wanted to trust him.

He looked at you, his face laced with guilt, and looked away. "No."

You let out a shaky breath. "Get out," you whispered. You knew exactly what this meant. You felt your chest tighten. 

"What?" he asked, confused and angry.

"Get the fuck out!" you screamed at him, tears forming in your eyes. "I don't want to see you." Your heart was thumping in your chest.

He looked at you and clenched his jaw. Grabbing his coat, he let out a huff of disbelief and left.

“(Y/N)?” Sophie called out your name.

Your eyes, completely zoned out, now focused on Sophie's face. "Huh?"

"Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"

"Uh. Yeah. Sure," you said, nodding, trying to be convincing, and taking a sip of your drink.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes at you, visibly annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm just drunk," you told her, pouting a little and giving your drink to her as a peace offering.

Your eyes searched for the exit, beckoning you to take a much-needed break outside. A quick smoke and a breath of fresh air sounded good. You weren't a smoker, but this situation called for it. 

"Hey, can I grab a cig?" you asked one of your guy friends, Finn, as you pulled him in for a hug from behind. "Sure," he said, extending his pack of cigarettes to you.

When you went outside, you were met with a cool breeze. You lit up your cigarette, bringing it to your mouth, and felt slightly calmer as you exhaled the smoke.

Suddenly, you heard a voice from behind calling your name. “(Y/N)? Is that you?"

You froze. No. You didn't turn around, hoping he would leave you alone.

"Hey," he approached you with a slight smirk. "Started smoking, huh?"

"No, not really," you said in a dull tone, glancing at him for a split second and then looking away.

"Haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?"

 "Fine, thanks," you replied, slightly turning away from him. You hoped you didn't have to cause a scene to get him to leave.

"What, that's it?" he chuckled.

"I came out here to avoid people, James," you said, looking anywhere but in his direction.

"Come on, lighten up," he rolled his eyes.

Your head snapped. You were about to throw a snarky remark at him when you heard a low voice calling you. “(Y/N).”

When you turned around, a pair of gentle eyes met you. Your face immediately fell into a relieved expression, and you smiled. "Alex?"

James turned to look at him, eyeing him up. As Alex approached the two of you, he sensed your discomfort.

He talked to James and exchanged pleasantries. Alex wanted to snatch you away, not let him have the time of day with you.

"Do you mind if I steal her for a second, mate?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "Sure," James uttered, his intense gaze settling on him.

You and Alex started walking away from him, turning around the corner and settling in an alleyway.

"What a nice surprise." You said, your cheeks flushed. You took note of his appearance. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a brown blazer. His hair styled as usual, with a few strands falling on his face. He looked gorgeous.

"You seemed uncomfortable earlier," he furrowed his brows. "You alright?" he asked, squeezing your arm.

You shivered slightly from his touch. "I-uh. Yeah. Thank you for that. I didn't know how to get away," you admitted.

"Who was that anyway?" he asked, his eyes glued on your face, taking in all your expressions.

"Just some dickhead. You know how terrible college guys are."

He chuckled lightly. "I do. I used to be one."

"Oh, were you also a dickhead?" you joked.

"I don't think so." You laughed. He smiled, admiring you.

"So, you've taken up smoking in the three days we haven't seen each other?" he teased you.

"No," you laughed shyly. "Just really needed one right now."

"Care to light mine then?" he asked, his eyes glinting.

You brought your lighter close to his face, feeling his faint breath on your hand.

"Thanks," he blew the smoke the other way.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, sounding like you were interrogating him.

"Well, you know, sometimes we older people like to go out too."

You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"No, actually, I was passing through on my way home. Then I saw a familiar little head." 

"Oh. Well, that's lucky," you smiled.

His gaze lingered on you. His pants slightly tightened when he took notice of your flimsy outfit.

You were wearing a thick jean jacket covering your dark blouse. Your breasts peeked out of your top, revealing your supple skin.

Alex felt himself growing jealous, imagining the amount of men that leered at you throughout the night. A beautiful girl like you, he was sure they were foaming at the mouth.

You suddenly felt shy under his gaze and looked away. Your phone vibrated, and you took it out of your pocket, slightly humming.

"Where the hell are u?" Finn had texted you.

You checked the clock, and it was already 12:07 am. You felt a little tired and wondered if heading home would be a good idea.

"Friends?" Alex interrupted your thoughts.

"Yeah. They're wondering where I went." He nodded.

"Think I'm gonna go home, though. I'm getting a bit sleepy," you said, glancing at him and waiting for his reaction.

"Sure." He replied.

You tried again. "You know, the apartment I'm staying at isn't that far from this bar," you looked at him expectantly.

"Would you like me to walk you?" he said softly.

"Sure." You mimicked him.

After saying goodbye to your friends, you returned outside, meeting Alex by the door.

The apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from there, but it felt much quicker than that. You had good company, after all.

You started shivering a bit, crossing your arms to emit heat.

Alex took notice of that and came closer to you. He removed his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, one of his hands lingering on your arm.

You felt your body tense at the close contact. He slowly let his hand fall as you were walking.

"Don't you live in a dorm?" he asked.

"I do. I'm cat-sitting for one of my friends. She went to visit her family for the weekend."

He nodded. "Is the cat behaving?"

You chuckled. "He's adorable. You have to see him."

A smile played on Alex's lips as you both arrived at your friend's apartment. The evening had been enjoyable, yet you felt a subtle disappointment as you stood there. You hesitated, not wanting to say goodbye.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked as you met his gaze.

His eyes flickered to yours. Silence stretched between you, and he struggled to find the right words.

"I, uh... It's getting a bit late for me," he finally said, his gaze momentarily dropping.

"Okay," you replied, your gaze shifting downward, a sense of vulnerability washing over you. You handed Alex his jacket, your fingers lightly grazing.

"It was nice seeing you again," he said, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair that had fallen across your face. The touch lingered, leaving a trail of warmth.

"Night, Alex," you replied, your gaze fixed on him. As he turned to leave, the quiet echo of your thoughts filled the space, leaving you to wonder about the possibilities that danced in the corners of the night.

*

As the days passed, you were distracted by endless thoughts about your editor. It became evident, especially during class. Images of his warm smile, big hands, and fluffy hair filled your mind. You felt yourself growing more drawn to him whenever you weren't together.

When your professor dismissed the class, you realized you had been daydreaming about him almost the entire time and scribbling gibberish in your notebook. You let out a long sigh and started gathering your belongings, stuffing them in your bag.

Sophie joined you as you exited the class. "God, can he give us any more assignments?" she let out a huff of frustration. "What assignment?" you asked.

"Didn't you hear him?" she asked. "No," you shrugged.

She laughed. "What were you doing? I kept looking at you, and you seemed so zoned out."

"Oh. Nothing. I was thinking about my novel," you blurted out.

"How's that going, by the way? Is Mr. Turner treating you well?" she asked. 

Mr. Turner. Oh boy. 

"Sure! I mean-yeah, no he's great," you stuttered.

"Okay..." she glanced over to you. "So what are you doing today?" you asked, changing the topic.

You quickly returned to your dorm room, not wanting to run into anyone else you knew. When you entered your room, you kicked off your shoes, threw your bag somewhere on the floor, and flung yourself on your sofa. You groaned. What the hell were you supposed to do with these overwhelming feelings?

Flicking your phone open, you saw a text message from Alex. Your heart started racing. 

Hi. I hope you're well. I will not be available tonight to help with your assignments. Would it be all right if we rescheduled for tomorrow?

You felt a pang of disappointment as you read the text. You had felt so jittery all morning and couldn't wait to see him, and now this. Sighing, you replied to him and immediately texted Sophie. You needed to go out tonight.

*

You made dinner plans with your best friend and decided to try out a new restaurant that had opened downtown. The menu looked amazing, and the prices were pretty decent. Your parents had always been generous with you about money, but you made sure to save and indulge occasionally.

As you entered the restaurant, you felt a warm ambiance enveloped you. The smooth jazz tunes filled the place, and the hostess escorted you to a free table nearby.

When you sat down, you and Sophie excitedly looked through the menu and ordered your drinks and meal. While Sophie was telling you about her latest situationship, your eyes wandered around the restaurant, taking in the beautifully decorated place.

The warm lights cast a beautiful glow on your friend, and you listened as she told you about the intense chemistry she felt with this guy. "Ugh, I don't know, there's just something about him." her eyes sparkled.

"You mean the incredible sex you're having?" you said playfully.

She cracked up. "I mean…among other things."

"So why aren't you making it official?"

"I don't know (Y/N). I'm unsure if I want to be in a relationship right now. It seems like too much work. I got my plate full with everything going on," she sighed.

You nodded, glancing behind Sophie. She continued talking about how he wanted to see her all the time. Wait-You thought you spotted someone. Was that Alex?

Your gaze focused on him. He was seated at a distant table, laughing with the woman beside him. Your mouth slightly dropped, and your eyes fixated on them.

Frozen in your seat, you felt a surge of emotions within you, the sight creating a knot of unease in your stomach. What the hell? Had he canceled on you to go out with some woman? 

You swallowed thickly, and Sophie noticed the change in your demeanor. "Hey, you okay?"

"Uh-yeah," you replied. "Who do you keep staring at?" she said, looking over her shoulder. 

Then she spotted the man who preoccupied your mind. "Oh, is that Mr. Turner? Should we go up to him?"

"No! I mean, he seems busy," you lowered your gaze. 

"Yeah, I guess he's got a hot date," she giggled.

You nodded, taking a large swig of your wine. You prayed he wouldn't see you. The last thing you needed right now was for him to notice how stupid you looked.

You cringed, hearing their distant laughter and shared joy starkly contrasting to the quiet ache that tightened within you.

You decided to distract yourself and urged Sophie to continue telling you about the boy she was seeing. "Well, at least one of us is getting some action," you joked, feeling slightly bitter.

You tried to enjoy your meal and ignore the pit in your stomach. Forcing yourself to focus only on Sophie, you refilled your wine glass and continued talking to her.

Later in the evening, you noticed that their table had become empty. Glancing over, you caught a glimpse of Alex and the woman leaving, and an inexplicable mix of relief and regret washed over you.

You were thankful he didn't see you and talk to you, but at the same time, you couldn't believe he blew you off to go on a date. He didn't owe you anything. After all, he was only your editor.

That night, tipsy and emotional, you stumbled to your dorm room. How were you going to face him tomorrow and ignore your growing feelings? In your drunken haze, you decided that was a decision for sober you to deal with, and you went to sleep, comforted by the spinning room.

*

The next day arrived with a weight on your shoulders that matched the dull ache in your head from last night. As you walked to Alex's place, slightly hungover, the memory of him having dinner with another woman gnawed at your thoughts.

You awkwardly entered his house, exchanged a few words with him, and immediately buried your nose in your assignment, minimizing any chances of small talk. Alex finally spoke up after an hour of you struggling to make any progress.

"Is something the matter (Y/N)?" he asked gently.

"What do you mean?" you mumbled.

"You seem agitated today." He sighed.

"I'm fine," you huffed.

"Are you sure? We aren't getting anywhere with this assignment," he continued, face laced with concern.

You clenched your jaw. How the hell could you? Oh yeah, well, I thought I felt a spark with you, but that went to shit when I saw you having dinner with a gorgeous woman. Not to mention, I'm probably insane for even thinking there was something between us.

You sighed. "Nothing is wrong; let's just finish this," you murmured.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he pressed.

"Why not?" you said, annoyed.

"We've been stuck in this section for an hour. Maybe we should take a break, or you can go home and rest," he replied, his worried eyes meeting yours.

Oh, so now he's kicking me out. Fuck this shit.

"Fine. I'll go," you spat out, getting up and grabbing your papers and notebook roughly.

He stared at you, confused, wondering if he had struck a chord in you.

"Hey," he said gently. "Hold on."

You ignored him and continued gathering your things.

"(Y/N)."

Disregarding him, you shoved everything into your bag.

"Will you stop acting like a brat and tell me what's wrong?" he said, slightly irritated.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?" You swallowed thickly. "You wanna know what's wrong?"

You huffed. "I saw you!"

His head tilted in confusion. "Saw me where?"

"The other night, with that woman," you blurted, the words leaving your mouth faster than your thoughts could catch up. 

You continued, "Am I crazy for thinking that- that," you stuttered.

Groaning, you ran your fingers through your hair.

"That what?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing," you replied.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice softening, "why are you making such a fuss?"

Your attempts to brush off the situation faltered. "I-" Your voice caught in your throat. "It seemed like you were on a date," you finally said.

He stared at you for a moment, his expression softening. "I wasn't on a date. I was catching up with an old friend."

You couldn't meet his gaze, your eyes fixated on your hands. 

The weight of the misunderstanding pressed on your shoulders.

"Why does it matter if I was on a date or not?" he asked, a genuine curiosity in his tone.

"It doesn't. You're allowed to do whatever you want," you whispered.

"But you don't want me to, right?" he pressed, with a hint of concern.

You looked at him, your expression uncertain. "Whatever. I'm gonna go. Please forget I said anything," you mumbled, hurrying towards the exit.

"Hey, hey," he said, grabbing your forearm gently but just enough to stop you. "Is this why you've been so moody and distracted all day? Because you thought I was seeing someone?"

You shrugged, feeling embarrassed. "You canceled our session to see her," you mumbled.

He sighed. "Let's sit down and talk about this, okay?"

You mumbled an 'okay' and followed him to the couch.

He started, "I wasn't on a date, and I certainly don't want you to think I'm not considerate of your feelings. I did cancel our session to see her, and I apologize. She's only here for a few days before returning to Sheffield, where she lives with her husband."

"Oh," you said quietly.

"Maybe I should've communicated better," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"It's fine, I guess," you muttered.

"I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me, (Y/N)," he smiled at you, putting a hand over yours.

He scooted closer to you, his face merely a few inches away from yours, and your breaths mingled in the small space between you. Alex's eyes lingered on your lips.

Your heart started racing. With a slow movement, Alex leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt a wildfire of emotions as the kiss intensified, leaving you breathless.

Barely pulling away, he whispered, "How 'bout I show you how I feel about you?"

You felt a flutter of anticipation in your stomach and nodded in response.

His hand found its way to the back of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours again. His other hand settled on your thigh, his fingertips tickling your skin. His tongue slid against yours, massaging it gently.

He pulled away slightly, panting, "Do you want to go upstairs?" You nodded. 

He dragged you upstairs to his bedroom, the air charged with desire. His eyes were filled with an intensity you couldn't ignore.

Alex's hands found the small of your back, pulling you closer. His lips found yours once again, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, letting you taste him again.

He guided you to his bed, and you sank into the mattress, sprawling beneath him.

He settled on top of you and pressed his body against yours. His nimble fingers squeezed your thighs as his half-hard member rested between your legs. You gasped quietly when you felt him on your arousal, feeling his hot breath tickling your skin.

He sighed as one of his hands found its way to your cheek, grazing it lightly. You felt soft, just like he'd imagined. He gently pressed his lips to yours, and you opened your mouth, your tongues tangling.

You let out a sound when his other large hand came down to caress your waist, settling below your breast.

He broke the kiss with a smack, leaned down, and whispered in your ear, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart," his words sending goosebumps all over your body.

As he left a trail of hot kisses and bites down your neck, he made sure to suck a spot, marking you. He wanted to ruin you. Pleasure you until he was the only thing on your mind.

"Alex," you sighed, bringing one of your hands to grab his hair, the other settling on his back, gripping the material of his t-shirt.

He smirked against your skin as his big hands roamed your body. He cupped your breasts roughly, pulling a whimper out of you.

Pulling away from your neck, his eyes settled on your face. His fingers flicked your nipples, playing with them. This made your arousal only grow more.

He retreated his hands and took off your shirt slowly, revealing your tits. He hissed, "Fuck. You're stunning," as he caressed your naked breasts. He leaned down to suck softly on one of your nipples.

"A-alex," you whispered, gripping his hair tighter.

He moaned, enjoying it in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. He bit down softly on it, making you gasp and your back arch.

"So stiff," he muttered, making your face heat up. His mouth found your other breast, leaving open mouthed-kisses on it, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

His hand made its way down to the zipper of your trousers, and he asked, "Can I take these off?" 

You nodded, and he slipped them off you, throwing them on the ground.

He towered above you as his hand went down to your delicate panties, rubbing your arousal, feeling your wetness. The sight would be plaguing his mind for weeks on end.

"Already soaked for me, yeah?" He whispered, soliciting a quiet moan out of you. "Hm?" he looked at you. You gulped, "Yes."

He half-grinned as he pushed the thin material to the side and started stroking your slit. "So drenched," he gasped.

Your skin was on fire, and you moaned quietly. He started teasing your entrance and gathered your slick. He then slipped your underwear past your legs, throwing them somewhere on the bed.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," he uttered, and you obliged, feeling shy under his gaze.

He licked his lips at the sight and stroked your thighs tenderly before returning his finger to your clit. He rubbed it softly, emitting soft moans out of you. His other hand crept on your throat, resting there.

"Oh!" You moaned loudly when he found a spot that made your legs shake and started rubbing your clit faster.

He looked at you in awe, his mouth slightly agape. You were adorable, giving yourself to him completely.

He continued rubbing your bundle of nerves, drinking in all your reactions. He slipped a finger, and you threw your head back, gasping softly.

He pumped in and out of you, and his cock twitched in his pants. He felt painfully hard. He slipped in another finger with ease and stretched you out, his knuckles deep inside you.

Curling them inside, he hit a sweet spot that made your eyes roll. "Think you can handle a third one, sweetheart?"

You nodded, whimpering. Alex's hand snaked to your jaw, opened your mouth, and stuck his thumb inside. You made sure to suck on it.

He pushed his finger in, pulling out a loud whine from you and spreading you out like never before.

"Good girl."

He noticed you clenching around his fingers. "Like it when I call you that?"

You nodded. "Well, you have to earn it," Alex said as he fucked you with his fingers. 

Your chest heaved as his other hand went down to your pussy, now playing with your clit.

"Look at you, taking my fingers so well."  

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to pump in and out of you. "Such a perfect cunt," he mumbled to himself.

You grabbed his wrist roughly, signaling to him that you were getting close. He noticed you were clenching his fingers more, and your moans were getting louder.

He slowed his movements and gently slipped his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty.

"Alex…" you whined, your hands grabbing the front of his shirt. Breathing heavily, you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

"What is it?" he teased you.

"I need you..."

"Need me? For what?" he asked. His cock needed stimulation so badly, but he wanted to make you beg.

You huffed. "I need you to fuck me," you whispered quietly, bringing him closer. "Daddy," you whispered.

He groaned, "Fuck. You're so greedy. Can't be satisfied with what I give you, huh?" he asked, unzipping his trousers, slipping out of them.

You started unbuttoning his shirt quickly, tossing it to the ground. Alex sighed as you roamed your hands on his toned chest.

He removed his boxers swiftly, exposing his thick cock, precum pooling on the head already.

You bit your lip as your hand went down to his member, stroking it, earning a few moans out of him.

He pulled your hand away after a few minutes and grabbed his member, positioning it near your entrance.

He teased your folds with his cock, gathering your wetness and rubbing your clit, letting out soft moans. 

He then tapped your entrance and started entering you slowly, filling you to the brim, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes.

You gasped and closed your eyes. Alex grabbed your cheeks. "Look at me," he said hoarsely.

You wrapped your hands around his back and pulled him flush against your chest. 

He started moving slowly, letting you get used to the stretch of his cock.

"F-fuck. You feel amazing," he stuttered.

You barely managed to keep your eyes open. You felt so full of him.

Your breaths mixed together, and you pleaded, "Faster, please," he obliged, fucking you faster, making you whimper loudly.

"You look so pretty, taking my cock," he soothed as he slammed his hips into yours, making you gasp.

It felt so good you couldn't contain any of your whimpers and moans. Filthy squelching noises filled the room, making you even more wet around him.

Your sweaty bodies were pressed against each other, and he engulfed your senses. He grabbed one of your breasts roughly, massaging it as his pace became fast and steady, fucking you deliciously.

You felt so fucked-out, your eyes were rolling to the back of your head repeatedly. You felt desperate for him. As he hit a delicious spot inside, you repeatedly cried out his name.

"That's it, baby, scream my fucking name."

He held you close to him as he slammed his cock in and out of you, making you feel every inch of it. He grabbed your jaw and ordered, "Open your mouth."

You did as told, your tongue peeking out, slightly panting. He pursed his lips and spat roughly on your tongue, uttering, "Swallow."

You swallowed, whining, and sank your nails into his back.

"Such a slut for me," he hissed.

You moaned loudly, clenching on his cock uncontrollably. You felt yourself approaching your climax, and he could feel it, too.

"What? You wanna cum?" he teased you.

"Please," you begged, nearing your release for the second time.

"Gonna have to do better than that, love," he replied, slowing down a little.

"Alex, please," you whined. "Don't stop. I need you," you pleaded with him pathetically.

"Do you, now?" he asked, stopping abruptly. He grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him.

"No!" you whimpered, your chest heaving. "I'll be so good. Just let me cum."

"Where?" he asked in a husky tone.

"I-," you stuttered. 

"Go on, say it," he encouraged you.

"On your cock," you whispered, flushed.

He grunted, "Good girl," his hand immediately going to your pulsating clit. His other hand smacked your cheek harshly.

You whined, tears gathering in your eyes while reveling in the stinging feeling. Cupping it gently, Alex alleviated the pain a little.

"It's alright, princess," he soothed, leaning down to capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

He started fucking your drenched pussy at a fast pace, making you see stars. As he grabbed your waist for leverage, you felt overwhelming pleasure pooling in your abdomen.

Your orgasm was building quickly, ready to snap at any moment, as he thrust into you repeatedly. Your legs were wrapped around him, needing him as close as possible.

His movements were becoming sloppy, an indication of his own climax approaching. Your skin was ablaze, and the way he was moaning was making you delirious.

"Cum on my cock, sweetheart," he said.

"Fuck, Alex!" You screamed and felt waves of pleasure spreading throughout your body as you orgasmed on his cock, convulsing. You were whining uncontrollably.

Your nails were digging into his arm, surely breaking the skin, but you were too cock-drunk to care.

"Fuck, your cunt is so tight," he groaned as he struggled to thrust into you. It only took him a few more thrusts for him to cum inside you, letting out a drawn-out moan.

His hot load completely filled you up, his jaw hanging slack. After he emptied inside you, he collapsed on top, burying his face in your neck.

As you both came down from your high, he pulled out of you gently. He couldn't help but look down at your pussy, admiring the mess he made out of you.

He loved the way his cum seeped out. No one could have you now.

He laid down beside you and stroked your waist. "You alright?" he uttered.

You were still catching your breath and opened your eyes slowly. "Yes," you sighed.

You turned your back to him, feeling exposed. You were still trying to figure out what to do now. Should you…leave or stay? Your thoughts were interrupted by him as he pressed his body against yours and draped an arm over you.

"We should get you cleaned up," he whispered, kissing your shoulder, his arm stroking your stomach.

"Okay," you whispered.

"Want me to draw us a bath?" he asked.

"I love baths…" you muttered.

He chuckled. "Perfect." He pressed a kiss to your head and headed for the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water reached your ears, and you sat on the bed.

Alex returned with a tender expression. He extended his hand, inviting you to join him in the bathroom.

You felt a bit shy, especially since you were still naked and not hazed by your lust anymore. Alex made sure to hold onto your hand, which reassured you.

You stepped on the cool tiles, and Alex asked, "You want bubbles?"

"Yes," you murmured. 

After a few minutes, you eased yourself into the hot water, and so did he, sitting on opposite ends of the bath.

The water had a comforting effect on you as your body melted into it. Alex broke the silence. "Why are you so far away?"

"I don't know. Why are you?" you replied. "Come here," he said, extending his arms to grab yours and turning you around, pressing your back to his naked chest.

You settled yourself between his legs, relaxing against his body, and he wrapped his arms around you. "Why'd you get all shy on me now? You were yelling at me an hour ago," he chuckled.

"I wasn't yelling at you," you furrowed your brows, growing defensive. "I'm just teasing," he whispered close to your ear.

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever," you puffed. "Why are you getting so defensive?" Alex said, holding you tighter. 

"Because, I have no idea what this means now," you mumbled.

He smiled, sensing your uncertainty. "Well, what I do know is care about you and…would love to take you out sometime. And do this again," he said, kissing your cheek.

"Me too," you replied, your cheeks flushed.

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm."

"Why don't you stay the night? It's getting late anyway."

"It's like 8 pm, Alex."

"Exactly. So late," he replied.

You laughed. "I have nothing to wear to bed nor do I have a toothbrush," you protested.

"I can give you a t-shirt. They'll look better on you anyway. And I'll go to the shop and buy you one. How's that sound?"

You giggled. "Okay, you've convinced me."

Leaving the bath, the air between you and Alex felt different, as if the weight of unspoken tensions had been washed away. Wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels, you talked to him effortlessly and discussed what you should eat for dinner.

The decision to spend the night together unfolded effortlessly, and you decided to get some Chinese take-out and watch a chick flick.

Later in the night, you found yourself nestled on Alex's big, comfortable bed and drifted off to a dreamless slumber, comforted by the presence of the man spooning you.

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #if u see any mistakes simply ignore them ok thx #alex turner fluff #alex turner angst #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fic #alex turner smut #i have no idea what to do for chapter 3 bro #if anyone has any requests hmu #n they lived happily ever after ???? #no there must be conflict !!

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Hello, Tumblr! This is Red Batty speaking.

I'm all done with school now so, hey! I thought I'd open my ask box for fic requests. 

I'm not ready to do straight up smut, but I'm not against something spicier either. I'll just have to make the final call, but I can do the same prompt but milder if I'm not comfortable with the ask. No Yandere either, there's too many impressionable teens on this hell site that might think that's true love and I'm not risking it.

Below are the characters I'm willing to write for! 

DC

Justice League Dark

John Constantine

Etrigan/Jason Blood

Zatanna Zatara

Deadman/Boston Brand

Batman/Batfamily

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Robert Pattinson/Batman 2022 version

Comics version

Christian Bale/Dark Knight version

Arkham games version

Anything more niche than that literally just ask I'm probably down, like if he's voiced by Kevin Conroy, I'll probably write for him

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

Red Hood/Jason Todd

I haven't played Arkham Knight yet so Arkham!Jason isn't available yet

Red Robin/Tim Drake

Oracle/Barbara Gordon

I can do Batgirl!Babs also

Batgirl/Cassandra Kain

Spoiler/Stephanie Brown

I'm also open to do Spotlight/Duke Thomas but I know f$%king nothing about him so if its an ask generic enough to apply to any Robin I'm down.

Rogues Gallery

Comics, Arkham games and animated series versions only right now. Well, that and Nolan!Rogues. Just not Bane, don't make me write fic for Rises.

I could do Gotham but it'd have to be plot nonspecific or you'd have to be specific about the ask (not against that) but still,,, yeah ahem anyways

Harley Quinn

Arkham games version

Comics version

Animated series version

Still haven't seen BoP or Suicide Squad so not those versions yet,,, sorry gang

Poison Ivy

I WILL do Harlivy if requested, and Harlivy x reader, and Harlivy x Selina x reader… Basically just send me your ideal fictional polycule and I'll do it. Love wins.

Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

WOOF Cillian Murphy too fine, if not specified that's the version I'm writing

Riddler/Edward Nygma

NOT PAUL DANO VERSION. I'm sorry but the 2022 la version is a little creep and I won't write fic for him

If I get a Joker ask It better be the f$%king Lego Joker ONLY. 

Bane

Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Zoe Kravitz Selina my beloved, so hmu for 2022!Selina if you like also

Uhhhh I'm tired and ran out of ideas, If I missed one literally just ask

Justice League

just animated series and comics. No, I haven't seen Snyderverse. Yes, I'll be a little bitchy about it. Shazam and Aquaman and Wonder Woman can stay though. I'll write for live action Aquaman and WW, but not Shazam bc he's. Literally a child. Mkay.

Superman/Clark Kent

Batman (see above)

Green Lantern

John Stewart

Hal Jordan

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

Aquaman/Arthur Curry

Flash

Wally West

Barry Allen

Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

Haven't seen Arrow in years so bear with me if you want arrowverse!Ollie

Arcane (League of Legends)

Vi

Caitlin

Vi x Caitlin x Reader or any other polycule for that matter

Viktor

Jayce

Silco

Vander

Jinx

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Piper

Preston Garvey

If there's anyone missing just talk to me about it, thanks guys love u

Skyrim

Brynjolf

Mercer Frey

Vilkas 

Farkas

Aela

Serana

Cicero 

Adrianne and Ulfberth War-Bear (at Shieldmaiden's) 

this one is niche as hell they're not even companions or marriable but I'm putting it on the list

If there's anyone missing just talk to me about it, thanks guys love u

Markiplier Egos

Damien/Darkiplier

Engineer!Mark

William (the colonel)/Wilford (motherloving) Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois Jonesiplier

Heist!Mark (I'm not sure if this is Actor!Mark or not but oh well he's on the list)

Antisepticeye (he almost counts)

Mortal Kombat

I'll do the game or the movie I'm just a bit rustier on game lore, pls bear with me.

Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi

Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang

Kenshi

Liu Kang

Raiden

Johnny Cage

Sonya Blade

Johnny x Sonya or Johnny x Sonya x reader

Jax Briggs

Kitana

Kano

Kotal Khan

Jade

Cassie Cage

Jacqui Briggs

Kung Jin

Takeda

Marvel

I'm having a bit of a love/hate relationship with the MCU right now so these are the few I'm writing for, if there's someone you want me to write for from comics lore, just hmu and we'll see what I can do for you

Moon Knight

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, all together or individually

Doctor Stephen Strange

**or any of his variants. 

Also AUs. I'm down for AUs like "in this universe of DS he's like [blank]" so when mcu!DS comes through its like [blank]... you get the idea.

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximo

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

I'll do Peter Maximoff also but X-men get their own special section, see below

Loki

2012!Loki

TVA!Loki

President!Loki

Disneyland Loki

X-Men

Its not that I think I'm better than people because I prefer writing comics/animated series it's just. I know that better. And the movies make my head hurt sometimes but a few of them are cool it's literally random so just. Ask.

Cyclops/Scott Summers 

(This one for my bestie mwah)

Emma Frost

Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

Deadpool (does he count? Fuck it, he was a trainee)

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin

Mystique/Raven Darkhölme

Magneto/Erik (Magnus) Lensherr

This is one I will write straight from the movies because good lord is his character hot as fuck compelling and a dilf well written

Shadowcat/Kitty Pride

Rogue/Anna-Marie 

Gambit/Remy LeBeau

Gambit x Rogue x reader, and any other polycule basically

Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Storm/Ororo Munroe

There's so many at this point I can't remember them all just ask

Defenders

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

Jessica Jones

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Punisher/Frank Castle

I ask that you keep my punisher reqs spoiler free as I'm catching up on the show right now

Spiderverse

Peter Parker

Peter B. (ITSV)

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Tobey Maguire

(I'm rustier on the live action babies so give me grace here)

Spiderman 2099/Miguel O'hara 

Spider!Gwen

Spiderman Noir

Spider!Gwen x Andrew Garfield!Spiderman

Spiderman/Miles Morales 

He WILL be aged up or shipped with a teen reader, anything else will get doused in gasoline and set on fire.

Eddie Brock/Venom

Note: I'm more willing to do spiderverse x ocs bc I know the spidersona brainrot is real. Hell, at this point, I might do oc x oc content for spiderverse because I've been there (and I've got a bestie with two spider ocs in a ship, love u cas)

Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Doc Ock/Liv Octavius

Lmao I might do liv x aunt may if its funny or wholesome enough

Mysterio/Quentin Beck

It'll only be mcu!beck if explicitly stated that's what you want. 

Green Goblin/Norman Osborne

Electro/Max Dillon

Sandman/Flint Marko

Lizard/Dr. Curtis Connors

If you think I'm missing someone just ask

Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Fka Vanya for anyone not up to speed, he's going by Viktor now that Elliot Page has come out

I will not use she/her pronouns or the name Vanya, if I get a req for Vanya it will be written for Viktor.

Nolan!Verse: Inception & Tenet

Robert Fischer

Eames

Arthur

Saito

Ariadne 

I'll do he/him or she/her pronouns for Ariadne following Elliot coming out

The Protagonist

Neil

#constantine x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #jayce x reader #viktor x reader #x reader #jason blood x reader #arcane x reader #tenet x reader #inception x reader #zatanna x reader #scarecrow x reader #harley quinn x reader #Poison Ivy x reader #harlivy x reader #jervis tetch x reader #edward nygma x reader #hanzo hasashi x reader #skyrim x reader #mortal Kombat x reader #fallout 4 x reader #xmen x reader #marvel x reader #spiderman x reader #batman x reader #red hood x reader #umbrella academy x reader #hargreeves x reader #markiplier x reader #markiplier egos x reader

[coqvttes]

akane not touching tumblr for ANOTHER hot while: electric boogaloo

did you know that smutfic you made way back in September? the one with RE2R leon with needy reader?

That SAME fic is what brought me here because GOOD GOD that fic satisfies me in more ways than one

-akane nonnie 🫶

OHELLOO. you're fine, i literally disappeared for a bit but im somewhat back now. glad to see that you havent forgotten about me i have NOT forgotten about you guys. imm so glad that u liked that one omgg that was my first one and my girlcrush on him has still not disappeared. SEND IN UR THIRSTS!! i did have the idea to make a sequel to it actually. i just have major writers block and i just procrastinate so bad. but if u have any requests hmu im gonna open rqs again pookie xx

#₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ — letters #𓏲 ˖. ♡̷̸ — akane 🫶 nonnie 𓂃

[dameronology]

Hi! How r u? Idk if u still write for peter parker but if you do would u be able to write him comforting reader who is scared to go to uni/college? I start uni this Saturday im so scared lmao I think I've forgotten how to make friends no worries if not tho x

of course!! i hope uni goes well for, i'm in my 3rd year now so if you ever wanna talk/need advice pls feel free to hmu or send me an anon message, i remember how fucking scary it can be

peter picks up on it before you even tell him; he's observant as hell at the best of times but especially when it comes to you

he can see it in the way you used to be super excited at the idea of university - you spend most of your final year of school barely shutting up about it but then the months leading up to it turn into weeks and you barely mention the subject

and when someone else brings it up, you would go nervous and quiet

peter approaches the subject in a gentle manner - asks if you're okay and if you need any help sorting stuff out before you move

it's hard not to open up to him; not only because you have the kind of relationship where you want to tell him everything, but because he genuinely has such a warm and welcoming presence that he's super easy to talk to

he just holds you at first and listens as you let it all out

if you want to cry, he's game for that but just venting is fine too

he kind of wants to distract you but he knows that won't help

after all, his aunt always taught him that the best way to deal things is to actually deal with them

so he starts by talking; by reminding you of why you're going and how excited you've always been

most of all he reminds you that you're 100% capable of doing it and that you shouldn't let yourself be held back by the fear

there's definitely a spiderman anecdote in there too. probably something about how he was scared to be a superhero and now he's saved the world and yada yada yada

peter finds any excuse to bring it up really

that aside, you know he has a good point - that it's important not to let the fear of something make you forget why you're doing it

after that talk, that's when he'll work on distracting you

he'll probably make you hot chocolate and settle you down under a warm blanket with some hot chocolate

he'll help you pack too!! peter is meticulously organised so it'll be a long and tedious process but hell, if it doesn't make your life easier in the long run

and you can bet he's visiting you every weekend as well

headcanon requests are open!!

#asks #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker headcanons #peter parker reader insert #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #avengers imagines #avengers imagine #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagines #spiderman headcanons #spiderman reader insert

[particular-one]

Yes! You get it, why are we so twinning right now!!! When you said you had a bunch of angst drafts I was so 👀👀 but this first love fic was also scrumptious 🤌

OMG just earlier I was talking jokingly about my soulmate being a guardian angel and then you said that!! The universe is universing 😵‍💫 mallues, my love confirmed!!! Omg oikawa's defense lawyer LOL you're hilarious 😂 you must have your work cut out for you, that's a full time job!! I also think he's whipped in love and would be so down bad! And seijoh hates him for it because he's daydreaming through all of practice and out of it but once game time comes,, the KING is back! It's so effortless too! He would look totally cool if every point wasn't followed by a 'yoohoo~~~' and him winking and shooting hearts at reader LOL. What I wouldn't give to break Oikawa's heart and leave him a mess 🥲 The only man's heart I want to fictionally break and have an angsty love story with more than oikawa is.....kuroo. pls those two simps would be so good to ruin in misery! Oikawa crying in the rain, after having his heart broke multiple times, whyyyy would you put that in my headdddd!!! Kuroo's a scorpio so he'd be so ready to get revenge but he's a squish at heart and really just wants to be loved 🥺 would have a whole revenge plan and then see you in the aisle at target and kenma has to hold him back from going over and proposing right then and then. OMG AND THE THREE AM DRUNK TEXTS AAAAAA!!!!

I'm sorry for spamming your inbox, it's so fun talking to you hehe 💕 I had a rough few days so I'm really enjoying myself on your blog hehe. I'll go now but I look forward to your other works! I do want to request but I have no idea what 😅 Take care and stay hydrated 🥰

-🐰

the conflict of wanting to give my comfort characters the biggest and warmest hug and simultaneously unleashing pain on them is my dilemma always and forever<\3 but heehee it was def fun to write something more fluffy for dan heng before disaster strikes OH FR?? what are the chances LOL a mind link is occurring?? all jokes aside, malleus truly seems like the perfect match 🤭 no but ABSOLUTELY. oikawa thinks he’s all that but reader being 🫤 just throws him off majorly. like what do i have to do to actually make you find me charming :( he is so down bad it is actually really funny. he’s so used to easily winning people over that it frustrates him that it isn’t the same with you. the fact that he is oh so willing to get his heart broken for you???? dedication. yet another point for my “why is oikawa one of the most dedicated characters from the media i consume” essay. 😤 OH I GET U I GET U …. kuroo getting his heart broken and coming up with a full blown revenge scheme but simultaneously drunk texting reader at 3am on why things ended up the way they are is just :(( oikawa and kuroo are just hopeless idiots pining in denial. dw abt it!! it was definitely fun talking to you<3 i’m sorry to hear that, but i do hope things get better for you! my inbox is always open whenever you want to chat ✨ if u come up with any requests u would like for me to write, hmu anytime!

#·˚ * 🔭 carlyle asks: 🐰 anon

[sammy-is-not-smiley]

I NEED PROMTPS/IDEAS FOR STEVE FANFICS

I'm very stumped at the moment and need a one shot idea (or a few if you're feeing generous). So far I've just done just reader inserts with no smut. So if u have any unique ideas/requests for something along those lines hmu cuz I'm strugglin lol I miss having something to write.

Message box is open!

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #fanfiction requests #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x (y/n)

[ofgentleresolve-a]

GENERAL ROLEPLAY STYLE & PREFERENCES

BOLD : applies to you. ITALICS : only applies to you sometimes. STRIKETHROUGH : does not apply to you. elaborate on any points you’d like with an *

TYPES OF ROLEPLAY / HOW I DO THREADS: I don’t. I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online. mainly asks. I do little short things mostly. I do my threads on discord. long - running threads that slowly build upon the muses.

PLOTTING PREFERENCES: wing it. get a general idea ooc, run with it and plot further if need be. long expansive thought out arcs. ( *depends on my partner and how well we get along ooc and plotting wise )

TYPES OF THREADS I DO / PREFER: one - liners only. whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for. para or multi - para. literal novels.

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS AND CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS: I lose threads all the time and usually get back to them. I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply. I drop threads pretty quickly. I’m really slow but I will get back to you. I reply on a schedule / queue. I usually reply within a week. I reply every day. I reply almost instantly.

ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL SHIPS: I don’t do these ships. I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog. ships will have to be discussed a lot ooc. super chemistry based. I love doing ships, hmu I probably already ship it so just ask. I ship really quickly. autoship or ship within a few interactions. I mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angsty smut.

SMUT: I do not do smut at all. I’m very selective about it. I only do it on a separate blog / on discord. I mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on Sundays. I write it a medium amount. I write it all the time and love to. I am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks but nothing further. ( *only if there’s character development and plot behind it )

ACTIVE HOURS: mornings, 8 – 10. midday, 11 – 1. afternoon, 2 – 5. evenings, 6 – 8. night, 9 – 12. ungodly hours of the day, 1 – onwards.

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE: super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so. slow and sporadic, week - long gaps between activity. bi - weekly ish. weekly activity. daily activity. I’m online nearly all the time. ( *i’m lurking a LOT; if i’m not on here then i’m on one of my other two blogs )

STARTERS: I don’t do starter calls. I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time. I do selective calls. I don’t do calls but always feel free to ask me for one. I post calls rarely, regularly, often. ( *plot with me and i’ll write you the starter!! )

AUS: I don’t do aus. my blog is an au but outside of that I don’t do them.  i sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting. I have a couple of aus already, feel free to request them. I have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them. I love making aus, hmu to plot if you think of one. there are some aus I won’t do. (*the character backstories are set in stone; those are not changing  in any shape or form. )

CROSSOVERS: I don’t do crossovers. I’m selective with crossovers. I love crossovers.

Tagged by stolen from: @dyuuku​ ( thank u for letting me steal!! )

Tagging: @jeoseungsaja / @theimpalpable @mythvoiced / @gdmonster @bledwaves @eternasci @guttersniper @etherealve​  @dxsole @fatewoven @temporalobjects @tewwor @eclavigne @oplitis @phantombs @gwyynbleidd​ @clairdclunc and uhhhh i think all my partners should do it so i know what their preferences are, pls do it and tag me :D

#( ferre answered. ) #yep yep that's me #on the note of smut tho #nothing fazes me there i had my badly written smut days in the past #which we don't need to go back to jsdkflsjdkljf

[eternasci]

GENERAL ROLEPLAY STYLE & PREFERENCES

BOLD : applies to you. ITALICS : only applies to you sometimes. STRIKETHROUGH : does not apply to you. elaborate on any points you’d like with an *

TYPES OF ROLEPLAY / HOW I DO THREADS: I don’t. I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online. mainly asks. I do little short things mostly. I do my threads on discord. *long - running threads that slowly build upon the muses.     ( * i like to hold onto my threads; i don’t usually drop them unless completed! )

PLOTTING PREFERENCES: *wing it. **get a general idea ooc, run with it and plot further if need be. long expansive thought out arcs.      ( * i think it’s even more fun when literally neither of us know wtf is going on ) ( ** i love improv i just wanna rp man )

TYPES OF THREADS I DO / PREFER: one - liners only. whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for. para or multi - para. literal novels.

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS AND CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS: I lose threads all the time and usually get back to them. I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply. I drop threads pretty quickly. *I’m really slow but I will get back to you. I reply on a schedule / queue. I usually reply within a week. I reply every day. I reply almost instantly. ( * currently goin THRU it irl with work so it’s definitely a slow pace rn. )  

ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL SHIPS: I don’t do these ships. I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog. ships will have to be discussed a lot ooc. *super chemistry based. I love doing ships, hmu I probably already ship it so just ask. I ship really quickly. autoship or ship within a few interactions. I mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angsty smut. ( * please don’t be afraid to reach out! i won’t be. )

SMUT: I do not do smut at all. *I’m very selective about it. I only do it on a separate blog / on discord. I mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on Sundays. I write it a medium amount. I write it all the time and love to. I am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks but nothing further.  ( * i have to be comfortable with you. which isn’t hard, but uhhh bad prev experiences, so )

ACTIVE HOURS: mornings, 8 – 10. midday, 11 – 1. afternoon, 2 – 5. evenings, 6 – 8. night, 9 – 12. ungodly hours of the day, 1 – onwards.

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE: super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so. slow and sporadic, week - long gaps between activity. bi - weekly ish. weekly activity. daily activity. I’m online nearly all the time. 

STARTERS: I don’t do starter calls. I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time. I do selective calls. I don’t do calls but always feel free to ask me for one. I post calls rarely, regularly, often. 

AUS: I don’t do aus. my blog is an au but outside of that I don’t do them.  i sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting. I have a couple of aus already, feel free to request them. I have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them. I love making aus, hmu to plot if you think of one. there are some aus I won’t do. 

CROSSOVERS: I don’t do crossovers. I’m selective with crossovers. *I love crossovers. ( * i’ll literally read all ur lore just to rp w u bro, )

Tagged: @ofgentleresolve​ !! thanks my love 💖 Tagging: i’m sneaking this in the middle of work steal it n tag me!!

#🙦✿ ⦙ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ. — ❪ & dash games. ❫

[formerlyfandy]

If u have any request hmu luv <3

Also remeinder to myself

Four more days as of 7-22-22

I’ll be sure to :]]] (once i get any ideas aljxjajwn-/hj)

#reminder to you: four more dayz :0

[purrplebun]

Obey Me! ft. alphabet meme

Belphegor

Satan

Lucifer

Leviathan

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Mammon

#inspired by an old but gold mystic messenger version #if u have any requests or ideas hmu!! #obey me #obey me! #obey me memes #obey me! memes #obey me swd #obey me! swd #swd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #levi #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beelzebub #beel #belphegor #belph #belphie

[rainmonarchdraws]

u guys remember hilda the pinup girl?? i saw one of those pictures recently and immediately went “PORTIA”

#the arcana #portia the arcana #portia devorak #the arcana portia #pasha devorak #mel posts stuff #i'm thinking about doing a pinup poster for all of the main 6 #i have a couple ideas #but this one was the most solid #shes so beautiful 😭😭 #and soft #hmu if u have any requests or suggestions for other pinup poses lol

[thesimsis4gays]

Oats & Barley - a posepack by thesimsis4gays

ahhh i actually finished my first posepack! sharing this to say THANK YOU guys for 100 followers and then some. learned a lot making these and they are not perfect but theyre kinda cute i think :-)

- 7 poses in total

- perfect for your gay sims that can’t sit properly

- 3 are freestanding while the other 4 involve furniture

- poses 6 & 7 (picnic table) can be used together or separately. both teleporters are placed in the center of the table

- thanks to the cool butches whose pictures i used for inspo

- and to nicole reynolds for the song i named this pack after

- tag me if you use em! i would love to see

download (simfileshare, no ads)

#ts4cc #ts4mm #s4mm #s4cc #s4 poses #man i actually love making poses and i wanna get more practice #so if u have any requests maybe hmu :-) no promises but love to get ideas #my cc #really wanted to get more in game preview pics for these and god how i tried #but it turns out i really suck at 1) making sims 2) building sets to take pics in 3) taking good screenshots #this sim is the 1 sim i made as a cc model that i actually like... may have 2 add them 2 my game

[the-moon-pal]

To the followers who followed me for Minecraft related art and now are probably getting spammed by Yancy- aka ahwm:

I'm very sorry HSJSJDK i didn't even expect this to happen let me tell you

#damien talks #but here's something fun!!! if u have an idea/request of i dunno a Jschlatt of a scene from a video #hmu! i do take request time to time #this ALSO goes to the Markiplier fans who read this #if you really want me (for some reason) to draw any of the egos or whatever. my ask box is open

[regina-cordium]

I know I keep saying this shit but I think I’m gonna do that female awesome meme, and maybe try to make graphics for during pride? I was gonna attempt somethig for femslash february but uh. tired.

#if any of u have requests or ideas for either hmu

[clarks-letterman]

Safe With Me | Peter Parker x Male Reader (Andrew Garfield)

Warnings- Some gore, blood, and nothing else really

Requested?- Yes, "Sorry if im a lil late sire but remember when you wanted to write an adrew Garfield spiderman fic? Allow me to flood your inbox with crappy ideas<3 okay so- 1. Reader is a villain working for an even bigger (unimportant) villain and after reader and spiderman had a big epic fight spiderman later finds him injured and close to dying because his boss had kicked him out for not being able to beat spidey?? And then their just fruity ig😩 im runnin outta space but hmu if u want more ideas💫💫"

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Pronouns used- He/Him

A/N- Thanks for 300 followers!<3 Sorry to the people who have requested stuff that I have yet to finish, I've been a bit burnt out lately with school and work, but I'm back in the writing groove so expect more fics soon! Also, I hope you like this @meowkinq!:)

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Panicked vibrations came from your phone in your pocket. You discreetly pulled out your phone to check it—holding it under the desk to try and skim the texts you were getting without being caught by the teacher.

'Need you at the stash house. It's urgent.'

'I'm at school. Is it really important?'

'Yes.'

With a sigh, you whispered-yelled to the brown-haired boy sitting next to you, your desks only a few feet apart. "Psst, Peter!"

Peter looked over to you and nodded his head to signal he was listening attentively. "I gotta go—family emergency. Take notes for me?"

He agreed, and you let out a rushed 'Thanks' while packing up your things. Within minutes you were in your car and on your way to your boss's hideout. Parking your car not too far away, you walked into the stash house and were greeted by your boss and his goons. Although, there was someone new among them. That in itself would never be weird—he brought on new people all the time, but with your boss's relocation coming up, it was certainly strange.

The looks on their faces—or at least the faces you could see that weren't covered by masks—weren't exactly helping the strange vibe. They were almost expectant, like a dog waiting for you to return home. Except, you're the dog, always doing whatever other people tell you to do. You'd never let people treat you that way, but it's for survival.

"(L/n), about time you showed up." Your boss's voice was deep, so deep you wouldn't have been surprised if it caused the stacked crates of various substances in the stash house to topple over. You wondered what it would sound like without that voice modulator he used.

A look of sorrow spread across your face, "Sorry Mr. Boss, what do you need me to do?"

"A new shipment of explosives came in down at the harbor, go get it." You nodded your head in agreement as you headed for the exit, thinking of how this was just another example of him treating you like a dog. He was damn near telling you to 'go fetch' with those words.

You reached the exit, but his words stopped you in your place before you could leave the building. "Oh—and we're expecting Spider-Man to show up, don't forget to bring him back with you this time."

You let out a miserable sigh, Spider-Man eluded your capture every time. Not only that, he often stole back whatever items you were sent to retrieve–err, steal. Surprisingly, your boss was forgiving of every time you failed, except the fourth time. That's when he finally lost it.

Hopefully, Spider-Man will let you get off scot-free this time around.

***

The whirring of your grappling hook was never pleasant, and your boss never bothered to get a new one for you. So you were stuck with a shoddy grapple whenever you used it. You touched down on the deck of the boat and started scanning the area. There was no sign of Spider-Man or any crew members, so you entered the ship's under-deck.

After a bit of searching through the maze of crates, you found the crate filled with explosives. While things were going smoothly, it all started to derail when you heard someone else's voice come from across the under-deck.

"(V/n)!" The wall-crawler called out to you, jumping over crates and bales of multiple sizes to get closer to you.

"Spider-Man! Good to see you!" You warmly expressed, arms still wrapped around the small crate. Your possession of it didn't last long, though. With a quick web shot to the crate, he had easily pulled it out of your grasp. A 'thwip' could be heard as he attached the crate to himself with his webs so he didn't have to worry about holding it while fighting you.

"Yoink! Thanks for that, buddy!" He shot a web up to an exit in the ceiling and started pulling himself out of the under-deck. You rolled your eyes, "Come on, Spidey. I know your tricks."

You reflexively pulled out your grappling gun and fired it at Spider-Man. It clung itself to him and pulled you along with him as he pulled himself out of the under-deck. His actions caused you to follow suit, with you landing close to him on the deck above. Both of you landed gracefully, and the wall-crawler wasted no time in trying to web you up.

It was easy to dodge the first few shots, but he must have upgraded his web-shooters since the last time he and you fought as a big web ball escaped his wrist. It expanded during its journey towards you and wrapped around you, knocking you to the ground, stuck in his webs. You tried to play off your capture coolly, "Those new?"

"Yeah, I made them myself! Pretty cool right?" Spider-Man playfully nudged your side as he helped you to your feet. He shot a web to the underside of the bypass of the upper deck before attaching it to the back of the bundle of webs tautly woven around you. It pulled you up some, causing your feet to dangle a few feet off the ground, making any way of escaping vanish into thin air.

Spider-Man was still on the ground as you glared at him with a raised eyebrow, "You're not taking me to the police? What if I escape?"

His response was odd—because there wasn't one. While you were sure he said something, it was indiscernible to your elevated ears. With that, he swung away, fumbling with the crate as he nearly dropped it while making his exit. It wasn't usual for him to not reply with something quippy, Spider-Man always had something to say. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you saw something interesting.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see someone walking up to the ship as everyone else was occupied further down on the dock—it was the new guy. He was wearing a uniform similar to that of a police sergeant, but without a hat. Since there was a significant gap between you and the nearest surface your feet could rest on, he had to move a few crates nearby to allow him to get up to your level. The sergeant's uniform had a utility belt to help him keep a knife within his reach, which he promptly used to cut the web that held you up. You thought he was going to remove the rest, but he kept the webbing on you as he escorted you back to the stash house.

"Mr. Boss isn't gonna be happy about this one, (L/n)."

***

"Well, (Y/n). It looks like you failed... again."

"I—" You tried to speak but were cut off by your boss continuing. "This is the fifth time I sent you to retrieve something for me and this is the fifth time that item has ended up in Spider-Man's hands." You stood there, motionless as you were sandwiched between two goons that gripped either side of your shoulders.

You've seen things like this before, except you were one of the goons. And usually, none of the people standing in your spot were wrapped in webbing to be a spider's prey.

"Now, if that were to happen once or twice... I'd call it a coincidence. After all, everyone makes mistakes. But five times? That sounds like we may have a mole in our midst, someone who deliberately fails to help our enemies." A pit the size of a black hole formed in your stomach, sucking up everything inside you so it could be replaced by the feeling of nervousness. Your boss's words caused your mind to race with ideas of where he could be going with his speech.

"(L/n), I truly think this has been going on too long. I feel as though it's time we ended this arrangement of ours," Your boss backed away from you, moving back over to his desk only to open a drawer on the very top. "After all, we don't need you anymore. Kravinoff can easily take your spot."

"Boys, give him a goodbye present, then show him the exit. Oh—and don't forget to record it for me." Laughter erupted from your boss as he rifled through a drawer in his desk, looking for a camera and throwing it over to his goons once he found it.

***

From rooftop to rooftop, Peter swung, going about his usual nightly activities in New York. He turned down 73rd avenue, and his Spidey-senses hit him harder than a brick wall ever could. Peter puts a halt to his swing and lands on the ground as quickly as possible, scanning the area before finding someone in a nearby alley. He ran over to them, only to see the suit of (V/n) connected to the head of (Y/n). You were sprawled out on a blood-stained mattress with cuts all over your body.

Peter's heart rate quickened, and his eyes welled up. He took off his mask, bent down next to you, and started trying to get you to wake up, "Hey, (Y/n). Come on, get up. Please..."

It didn't take long for tears to start their descent down his face, shimmering as much as they could in the dim alley light. He just kept shaking you, hoping you'd wake up. With a few more shakes of your unresponsive body, you shot awake, frantically looking around before your eyes landed on Peter's. For a few seconds, he made you forget the events that caused you to end up in an alley on an old mattress.

Everything flooded back to you, though, and the origins of your injuries made them feel worse than they already felt. Your boss's goons landed hit after hit on you, some causing you to bleed and others only leaving bruises.

"(Y/n)?  What—what are you doing in an alley? And why are you wearing this? Please, please don't tell me you're—"

Your voice was weak, but you wanted to be honest with Peter at that moment, "Yeah, I am."

"Let me take you to my place, I can fix you up there."

Peter snaked an arm underneath your back and used his super strength to easily lift you to your feet. "You okay to walk?"

You nodded. In response, he guided you out of the alley with an arm over your shoulders to help support you. "We're gonna swing back, okay? Just hold on to me as best as you can."

You clung to Peter as best as you could, your face pressed against his chest with his arm still wrapped around you as he swung with you back to his house. You would've been lying if you said you didn't like the position you two were in at the moment.

After one incredibly fear-filled web-slinging ride, Peter reached his house and clung to the siding next to his window. He supported you with that one arm while opening the window to his room with his other. Carefully, Peter helped you get in through the window before entering himself. You plopped onto the bed as he shut the window and immediately rushed to the bathroom to get first aid supplies, disregarding the fact that he was still in his Spider-Man suit.

He came back with some antiseptic-doused bandages, a cloth, and a bottle of peroxide, clearing the mess off of the table next to his bed before setting the items down. The spider moved over to his closet and pulled out some of his own clothes for you to wear instead of your bloodied suit. He set the clothes on his bed and sat next to you, grabbing some of the first aid items off the table to use.

After a semi-painful cut-cleaning process, you changed into Peter's clothes and sat back in the same spot on his bed. The two of you were sitting across from each other, legs crossed over one another. Peter noticed your demeanor changed after most of the overbearing pain had decreased and was replaced by a look of irritation.

You looked away from Peter, nervous to ask him the question stirring in your mind. "Why didn't you just take me to the police? I would've been safer there-"

The words came out harsher than you expected, but you still wanted to know. Unfortunately, Peter cut you off before you could finish asking him.

"What?! You're safe with me!" He realized he said it somewhat loud enough for Aunt May to hear, so he lowered his voice, leaning in closer to you, "You're safe with me... I'd do anything to protect you from your boss, his goons, and the rest of bad that's out there."

You couldn't help the heat rising to your face as your legs touched his when you scooted closer to him, "Why? Why would you do that for me when you barely know me?"

He scoffed in disbelief, "What are you talking about? I do know you."

"No, you don't. And this is proof enough," You reached over to suit your boss made for you and held it up to him, showing it as a reminder for why you were in this situation in the first place.

Peter shook his head, taking it and tossing it to the floor. "That doesn't matter."

"Why not?"

"Because every time we hung out, every time we talked at school, even the little things—they all just feel so much better with you. After long nights of patrolling as Spider-Man and dealing with school, you are one of the only things I look forward to."

You looked down to your hands, fidgeting with them as he complimented you. Peter was always a nice guy but this felt different. You looked back towards his eyes, trying to think of something to say, "Peter... I-"

Peter cut you off again during the conversation, but it wasn't to talk about why he was helping you. Instead, he decided to show his feelings for you by leaning forward to connect your lips with his. It overwhelmed your senses, the odd lack of taste, your pulse quickening in record time, the softness of his lips, his hand on your burning cheeks, all of it was exciting and so much to take in. The simplest way you'd describe is great—no, perfect. It was perfect.

Peter pulled away with the goofy grin on his face you'd seen a million times before as you rested your foreheads against each other. A smile spread across your face, "Honestly, Pete, I think this is gonna be great."

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A Genius’ Baby

(A/N): This is based on this post and requested by an anon. It is also leaned on the episode, where JJ brings Henry in for the first time. I got the general idea from an episode of Bones (hmu if you know which one)

Summary: How will Spencer’s daughter’s first meeting with the team exactly go down?

Wordcount: 1.3k

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Spencer never dreamed of taking time off of work voluntarily. He loves doing what he does for a living. It’s not only something he is good at, it’s also something that makes him proud, knowing how many lives the team safed together.

But one thing led to another and now he is a single father of a newborn baby girl. His first week with his little (Y/N) was, to put it mildly, chaotic. Her mother decided early on in the pregnancy that she doesn’t want to be a part of her child’s life. Spencer is fine with it, as long as he is able to be there for her.

“What do you think, Sweetie, is a visit at Daddy’s work going to kill the whole office, because you are way too adorable?” He asks her as he pushes her in her stroller through the streets. A cute gurgle comes from inside the stroller as an answer. “Yes, I think so, too.”

It’s their first time to visit the BAU, since the little one’s birth. (Y/N) is a month old now and the little family slowly finds a schedule to live by. They hadn’t had the time to take the metro and the following walk to Quantico, but Morgan took the liberty to come to Spencer’s apartment and help the freshly baked father a few times.

Father. It still has a weird ring to him, but it also makes Spencer swell with pride being able to call himself a word like that. He promised to (Y/N) that he will live up to it. That he never leaves her, unlike his own father did. It doesn’t matter how difficult things may get, Spencer is going to be there for his daughter.

But enough love smack for now. It’s time for Reid to show off his newborn cutiepie.

They get through security check rather easily, except for the guards, who swoon over small (Y/N). Spencer has to slap away several hands and he doesn’t want to imagine how many germs are all over them.

“Aaaaand here we are. This is where Daddy will go in a few months. I’ll make sure you’ll visit me as often as possible.” Then Spencer looks around only to see a vacant bullpen. “This is an example for your father not being as smart as everybody thinks. I forgot to ask if the team is on a case.” He facepalms himself, but continues to push the stroller.

A few minutes of walking later he knocks on Penelope’s door. “Wait a sec, the tech goddess is on her way, mysterious stranger.” As she opens the door, the blonde lets out a loud gasp.

“Is this- Oh my god- Is this- Are you.” Yes, Penelope Garcia is broken even before she gets to see the newest addition to the BAU kids. Spencer smiles while taking his girl out of the basket and holds her in his arms.

“Child, meet Penelope Garcia, one of your many Aunties.” The techie can’t hold in another gasp. “Oh my god, pretty boy. She is an overload of cuteness. I- I can’t! I think I got diabetes just by looking at her.” 

Some time later the doors to the elevator open, allowing the team to step out. They all look exhausted. That case didn’t go as planned, having lost more lives than necessary. As they make their way over to the bullpen a happy Technical Analyst approaches them with a pep in her step.

“There is a surprise for you in the conference room that definitely will cheer you all up. Pinky promise.” She doesn’t need to say more, because a pinky promise from Garcia is a safe ride.

And a surprise it is as they spot their fellow genius rocking a bundle of white blankets.

Hotch is the first one to speak. “I thought I told you to not come to the office. I said-” “That I have a family to think of now. I know Hotch, but I wanted to show my child where she will spend a great amount of time of her childhood and I wanted you to meet her.”

“Come on Spence, tell us her name”, JJ complains. Since he announced that he is going to be a father, he made a game out of them guessing her name.

“(Y/N), meet my team, also known as our family. Team, meet (Y/N) Diana Reid. Not only is she named after her Grandma, but also after her butts and doors kicking godfather, since it’s also the feminine form of Derek, who is going to be the best godfather in history on a side note.”

In this moment everyone has to push back tears, also Morgan, even though he knows the revelation already. Emily softly pushes her way to the front.

“Now, am I allowed to hold my goddaughter? I know as soon as Morgan gets his cool together he isn’t going to let me get my own time with her”, the back haired pouts. Spencer looks at her a little unsure.

“Uhm, can you uh sanitize your hands please?” He nods his head towards the diaper back on the round table. A little tube filled with hand sanitizer dangles from it. Without any complaints she compiles to the request, ready to do anything his teammate wants from her only to be able to touch the newborn.

“You do know that exposing your child to as many germs as possible in her early childhood makes her resistant to any allergies against them in her following development, right?” Rossi asks, an amused smile gracing his face.

Spencer blushes a bit while handing his daughter over to Prentiss, saying “be aware of her head, the neck is not strong enough to keep it up on its own yet” to her as if she never held a baby before. “Hey, Little One. I’m your Auntie Em”, she whispers.

“Uh, I know that, but I kind of decided that I don’t care about this statistic. Whoever wants to touch (Y/N) has to wash their hands and sanitize them. I can sleep better knowing that I even protect her against the smallest of things”, he sheepishly scratches his neck, seemingly not knowing what to do with them now.

“Well”, Derek says, “This is a first. Spencer Reid, the man of numbers, giving not a shi-” He cuts himself off seeing the warning glares from his team mates. “A shoot? Not giving a shoot about numbers?” Morgan tries to correct his statement.

“If you want to keep that mouth around my child, I have to rethink my decisions”, Spencer murmurs, watching Emily stroking (Y/N)’s soft check endearingly. Suddenly she begins to whine. The older woman looks up at the father, who glances at his watch.

“It’s time for her bottle. Let me go heat it u-” “I’ll do it”, Hotch offers. His face is less stern than usual, which is noticed by everyone. “Uhm, thank you. You hav-” “I don’t want to be rude, but I know how to heat up a bottle, Reid. I got a child on my own.” The Unit Chief says this with a smile and takes the little plastic bottle out of the genius’ hand to go to the little kitchen the office offers.

After this little visit many follow in the next few months Spencer is off duty and they still remain in some frequency as he comes back. Because nobody can survive long without as much as a glance of their favorite little genius.

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