#no plot

[dovewingkinnie]

anime girl gets transported into a post apocalyptic reality

#oc art #ocs #made these ocs yesterday #i wanted a completely plotless concept #so here it is #no plot #just insane shit #my favorite types of stories #starting to love drawing in this style too #dont mind me as i draw in it for the next few days

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

enter sandman - m. murdock

a/n: see me personally? never seeing the pearly gates. never ever. not after this one . enjoy. feedback always appreciated ! <3 warnings: guys... where do i fucking start. SMUT. SMUT!!!! GRAPHIC PORN!!!! no plot!!!! degradation!!! dumbification!!!! praise!!!! oral!!! (m recieving) cursing!!!! nicknames!!!! reader is female and has female parts and she/her pronouns!!!!! matt is cocky, mean!dom!matt, the ending is kind of cute, lots of inappropriate use of matts senses, uhhh guys let me know if i missed any because... wow. word count: 4.2k summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"

You have a horrible habit. Okay, you wouldn’t really consider it to be a habit per say, but you’re not proud of it. You will for it to end.

You can never seem to fall asleep. Staying asleep is easy, but getting there is a problem. Your mind is always racing, which causes you to spiral into a whirlpool of anxieties. You’re too busy thinking about your job, or what you’ll eat tomorrow, or when you’ll be doing your next load of laundry.

But most of all, what keeps you up at night is worrying about the devil. And not in the sense that you’re a holy catholic who wants to repent for her sins, either. Your worry for the devil comes because you’re hopelessly in love with him.

And you worry that one day he will come home damaged beyond repair. Maybe one day he will not come home at all, and you’ll have to hear about it on the news the next morning. It’s a hellish existence, loving the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but you make do.

Like tonight—You had baked brownies earlier in the night, and then read your book for the better part of the night. You won’t allow yourself to fall asleep because the possibility of seeing him overwhelms you. But as the hours pass, you begin to lose hope.

And just as you you’re beginning to accept that he won’t be coming to see you and you’re really letting yourself drift, you feel a warm hand on your neck. He’s taken his gloves off tonight. You consider yourself blessed.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, your brain going all fuzzy with even just that bit of contact. You’ve missed him. “Was beginning to think you’d never show.”

But your devil is in no mood for simple pleasantries tonight.

“What have I told you about waiting up for me?”

“Not to?”

“I said,” His hand moves from its gentle place against your neck to grip your chin, “As long as you leave the window open I’ll know to just come in and take what I need.”

Your face flushes, and he grins, because he can tell that he’s making you flustered.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“No one’s laughing at you, sweetheart.” He hums.

“You are.” He shrugs gently. He’s wearing his black suit tonight, and it’s making you feel… a lot of things.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Damn him.

“Nothing!”

He leans forward and kisses you softly, and you lean up to try and kiss him further, but he pulls away, his grip returning to your chin, to keep you just centimeters away. The devil is an expert at reading you, despite his lack of sight. He has developed the habit of studying you, and knows that as of late, you’re not allowing yourself the pleasure of sleeping. He knows it’s because you’re so anxious and worried about every little thing, so tonight.. He intends to fix it. Or at least, maybe come up with a temporary solution.

“Liar.” He whispers and moves away further. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me.”

Your devil is many things, but he does not bluff. He has this will of steel.

“I prefer it when you wear the black suit,” You tell him, “It’s not very protective, I know. But you look good in it.”

He makes a noise of realization, before moving his hand to slip under the hem of your shirt, resting his hand on your stomach. You shiver a bit, his hand warm against your skin. That’s what you get for wearing a tee shirt and shorts to bed every night, he’d tell you.

“That’s my smart girl.” Your heart flutters. “Mm, you really like that huh?”

“You’re awful.” You always pretend to hate how he reads you, but secretly, although you suspect he knows it, you love that someone knows you so well. He grins and his hands move again, this time picking you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “Hey! Not cool, we talked about picking up when we have no warning—” You cut yourself off with a grunt when he tosses you onto the bed.

“Shut up.”

He hears no objections.

Just as quickly as you’re thrown on the bed, he is above you, mask still on, kissing your neck.

“Wanna play a game, sweetheart?” He asks, hands on your hips, his fingers creeping up the hem of your shirt. You shiver again, and he just grins “You can answer.”

“Sure. I like games.” Your voice is meek, too busy enjoying all the contact with him. He hums softly.

“I know you do, and you’re just so good at them.” You grin against his skin as he kisses your cheek. “See that? That’s what I want to know.” You’re a bit lost.

“Know what?”

“I want to know what turns you on more— praising you or degrading you.”

What a fun game to play with a human lie detector.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s play.” You confirm. He kisses you quickly.

“Good girl.” You hum softly, but it isn’t quite what he’s looking for. It’s good, don’t get him wrong, but he’s after more. “Tell me about your day, baby.” He continues to plant kisses along your skin. You know this isn’t a request but rather a requirement of the game.

“Well, I had work today, then I had to stop at the grocery store. I made dinner and—” You’re cut off by a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, because you can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure.

“What? A few kisses and you’re already turning dumb for me?” You shudder softly, your heartbeat steadily increasing. The deep cadence of his voice paired with his words make you want to just melt. “Oh, there she is..”

He lets go of your arms for just a moment to slip your shirt off.  Then, your hands are back above your head, held down by his grip. He moves on from your neck and begins to kiss down.

“I like this game.” You manage out, and he chuckles.

“I know you do. You know how?”

You think about it for a moment before you answer. You want to be right.

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“And I can smell you. You like this a lot. More than you like me?” He continues to kiss down your torso.

You don’t answer for a second. He bites your skin gently, prompting you to answer.

“No.” You answer, “No, I don’t like anything.. anyone more than you.”

He kisses the spot where he bit softly.

“Even smart girls need to be reminded sometimes.” Is all he says before he continues to kiss you. You try to hide it, try to hide your reaction to the words, but he grins against your skin.

“Matt..” you groan out softly because his kisses have stopped.

“What?”

“Why’d you stop?” You whined.

“You’re my smart girl, why don’t you tell me?” You pause, biting your lip. “Is it because you can’t? Do you like being dumb for me, smart girl?” You want to defend yourself, but he bites your skin again.

“Yes!” you respond, and he does the same thing he did before—He kisses where he bit.

“Good girl.” He responds. “I like making you dumb just from a few kisses anyways.” He tells you, finally reaching your stomach with his kisses. “I love my dumb little smart girl.” The cadence he has to his voice makes you whine again. He knows every part of you, even the parts you never wanted to tell him about. He’s just too observant. “I love that despite how well behaved and good you are, you’re dumb enough to be talked down to like this, by some strange man who just crawled through your window.”

You answer before you can think about it. You’re smart enough to know that he’s at least half right.

“You’re not just anyone, you’re my Matt.”

“Your Matt?” He hums. “Your Matt, My ditzy smart girl.” He grins, before placing one last kiss right above the waistline of your shorts.

He moves so he can kiss your lips again, kissing you quick before pulling off his mask so you can see his face. He has a cut on his forehead and a bruise forming on his cheek. It’s clear he had a good night though, or else this wouldn’t be happening.

“Your face..” You frown, concern in your voice.

“Observant and smart?” He teases, kissing your forehead. “What happened to wanting to be dumb for me?”

You’re almost embarrassed of it now.

“You’re being mean.” You say quietly.

“Mean? Me? To my best girl?” He kisses you quickly again. “Never.” He hums. One of his hands goes down to your thigh, his fingertips inching up.

“Never.” You echo.

“What do you say, smart girl?” He asks, “Wanna play a few more games? See just how desperate I can make you?”

You huff at his words, your brain short circuiting to the point where you speak before you can really think.

“I just want you to fuck me!”

He stops just as he’s about to pull off your shorts and slithers back up so the pair of you are face to face.

“First of all,” he places a kiss to your lips gently, “You are not in a position to be making demands, pretty girl. Second,” He kisses you again, “Such a foul mouth for such a dumb baby,” You let off a soft whine, and he has the audacity to mock your whine, “I know, it’s not much of a lecture when you like when I talk to you like this,” He hums. “And third, I know you’re smarter than to be a brat.” He says gently, kissing you again.

“I’m not a brat.” You whine, and again, he mocks you before devolving into a deep chuckle, leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you.” He says, with a grin on his face.

He’s gentle with you for a few moments, softer. You decide that now is your chance, and if you don’t act now, you’ll spend the rest of your night under his thumb. So, you flip over and have him under you, as you sit on his lower stomach. His hands come up to the back of your thighs.

“I’ve got you now, Devil.” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. But before you can, he’s flipping you back over, keeping you pinned by your legs.

“Brat.” he accuses, leaning in to kiss you again. You huff. “Easy, pretty girl, your attitude is getting the best of you.”

You frown and turn your head when he goes to kiss you.

“Tell me I’m not a brat and I’ll kiss you.” You demand, and he grins, but this time it isn’t soft. It’s almost wicked. He grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head towards him, before kissing you roughly.

“What did I tell you?” he asks. “Come on, smart girl, I know you remember.”

“That I was in no position to make demands?”

“That’s right.” He coos, “Now, baby, do you want to hear what I had planned for you tonight?”

You must admit, you’re very curious.

“Sure, Matty.” His grin widens.

“Well, I was planning on playing this little game with you, then eating you out until your thighs are shaking,” You let out a whine, but he just shushes you softly, “Sh, sh, sh… You wanted to hear, so listen.” He hums. “Then, I was going to fuck you until you were full of my cum.” He tells you.

Then, he lets out a disappointed sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That was what I was planning on, but because you decided to be a brat, I have a new plan.”

“I liked that plan so much though..”

“I know, Sweetheart, me too.. But you’re the one who ruined it.” He reminded, leaning in, and biting your jaw between his fingers. His hand positioning is not exactly choking, but the grip is tight enough to leave marks. He feels you grind your hips up a bit, and chuckles again. “Smart girl, already figuring out what’s next.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but before you know it, he’s repositioning you so you’re in his lap at the edge of the bed. He pats your thigh gently.

“Get up for me, Honey. Then you got to take your shorts off for me.” You do as you’re told, no longer interested in fucking up his plans. Then, he pulls you back onto his lap, and he hums gently. You decide to take a risk and bring your hands up to his jaw, and then up towards his mask.

“Please?” You ask gently. “Wanna see you..” He nods softly, letting you pull off his mask, as his head tilts to the side to kiss your palm.

“You remember who’s in charge, right, sweetheart?”

“You, devil.”

“That’s right, angel.” He praises, “And that’s why you’re going to ride my thigh.” You let out a soft whine, and he shakes his head, “No, no whining from you, sweet girl. You wanted to be a brat, so you gotta reap what you sew.”

He holds your hips as you begin to grind against his thigh, and Matt focuses on the way your breathing hitches as you rub against his thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as he begins to kiss your neck again.

Your skin burns with need, and your hips roll faster as your breath speeds up, and slowly, minute by minute, you’re edging closer to your release. But he knows you’re close to coming undone not only because of how your skin is hot, and your breath is airy, but because you’re making such a mess.

You’re definitely staining his pant leg with your wetness, because after his insatiable teasing, you’re just desperate for him, and oh so sensitive. The speed of your grinding increases, and then, because he wants to see you break, he starts to bounce his leg up so that in addition to your grinding, it’s overwhelming you.

“Matt,” you say, breathlessly. “Matt, please..”

“Please what, smart girl? What do you want?” He’s really going to make you ask for it. This is all part of his game.

“Please..” You start, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, can I come?”

“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

Oh, now he’s being a fucking dick. You know he can hear you, with his damned super senses. Nonetheless, you pick your head up and manage to get it out.

“Please let me come,” You beg, and he laughs.

“You know what’s funny, baby?” You let out a whine. “You’re so smart, always holding the world on your shoulders, and yet.. A little bit of teasing and riding my thigh, and you can barely get a sentence out.. You’re being so good for me, baby. So good at following orders,” He bites your neck. “So, go ahead and come for me, sweet girl.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, you’re letting go, the tight knot in your stomach finally snapping. You moan into his ear, his hands on your side to keep you stable as you come undone. He keeps bouncing his leg to have you ride out your high as your legs begin to shake. You’re making all of these pretty noises for him, and the smell of your juices are overwhelming for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, kissing you softly. He’s back to being rather gentle with you. But his cock is incredibly hard against his pants, and he needs to feel you clench around him. “Can my pretty baby ride my cock?” You’re shaking but you nod gently.

He knows you’re verging on the edge of being unable to do much else, but he wants to see how far he can push you. So, he pats your leg again and you stand up. His hands come up to undo your bra and pull off your panties.

He holds them in his hands for a moment, breathing in deeply as your scent continues to overwhelm him. He wastes no more time, pulling off his shirt and then starting to unbuckle his black pants. On instinct, you’re on your knees, with this.. primal desire to suck him off.

He takes a deep breath, his hand going to your hair and pushing your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, smiling softly up at him. He knows how much you like just thoughtless sex—You value long, intimate nights too, but after a long week, you need to shut off your brain and he needs to take control.

“Wanna suck my cock first, baby? You’re so good for me..” He says softly, slipping down his boxers.

“Just wanna be good for you,” You hum, eying his glistening hardness. You can’t deny that he looks truly crafted by the hands of God—Most of his body is glistening with sweat, cock glistening with precum. He is heavenly and the only thing you’ll ever want to worship.

“You’re so good for me. My dumb little smart girl.” The name form earlier makes you weak, as you lean in and begin to lick his tip. His hand grips your hair as he inhales sharply. “Careful, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to guide you in sucking him dry.

His hand guides you as your head bobs against his cock, the taste of him turning your brain further into mush. He makes sure to guide you at a steady pace, moaning out praise, and occasionally degradation.

“So fucking good for me,” He gasps out, “My good little girl.. Sucking my cock so good—Ah, fuck..” He gasps as you quicken your pace. “Sucking me like the little slut you are..” You moan against cock at that, and he gasps, before it devolves into a low chuckle. “And you like it, too.. Being called my little slut.. Good little slut, just for me.. Got you trained so well..” He holds on for a few more moments before he comes into your mouth, panting softly.

His cum dribbles down your chin as you swallow most of it, so his hand comes up to your chin to gently wipe the dribble off before he slips his thumb into your mouth.

“Every last drop for me, angel.” He requests. You happily suck on his thumb for a few moments while he recovers. Then, he leans down and picks you up, resting you on the bed again. “Now you’re gonna ride me, right, pretty?”

“Mhm..” You smile, and as soon as he lays back on the bed, you’re on top of him. His cock slides against your folds and you whine a bit, just desperate for the feeling of him filling you up. “You know how badly I want your cock..” He grins at this.

“You have it, angel. Just gotta ride me, okay?” You hum in response. You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, taking a few minutes to adjust to the size of him. But your slow pace is not quick enough for Matt, whose hands find your hips (for the millionth time tonight) and quickly slides his entire length into you.

You moan loudly, a feeling of pain and pleasure blurring together as he hits just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Matt, fuck,” You whine, wanting to take a second to catch your breath.

“Color?” It’s a safe word system—He knows he might have taken it a tad too far, pushing into you like that.

“Green,” You promise.

“Okay, good.” He leans up and kisses your forehead gently, a sign of the gentleness that resides in his demeanor despite just how into his dominate behavior you are. He begins to roll his hips, and revels in the sound of the pretty screams coming out of your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “I’ve got you fucked dumb, baby? Can’t even ride my cock properly?” He asks, pulling you in to kiss your skin.

“No,” You protest, “I can do it,” It comes out whinier than you wanted it to—Much whinier, but you can’t deny that he’s wrong about that first part. Your brain is blurry in the best way. He hums in approval before gently pushing you away from his lips.

“Prove it, then.” He demands, and his hips are no longer bucking into you. Instead, you shakily begin to bounce against his cock, using his moans and gasps as guidance. His hands grip your thighs as you ride him. “There you go, angel. It’s not too much for you, right?” He hums.

“No!” You protest again, “No, Sir, I can take it,” He grins at the slip of the title. He swats the side of your thigh, rubbing it softly after you yelp, but it quickens your pace. His brain is beginning to fog too, so he knows he wants to get a few more comments out.

“Fucking liar,” he laughs, “Even when your.. fuck..” He gasps, the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelming him. “When you’re bouncing on my cock and moaning for me, you’re still lying..” His one hand travels to play with your clit, rubbing small circles into it. “So,” He takes a deep breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, before picking his head back up. “I’ll ask you again.. Is it too much for you, my ditzy girl?”

Tears prick your eyes, as you will your brain to come up with a comprehensive answer.

“Yes!” You admit, “it’s too much,” You pant, but because you don’t say ‘red’ he keeps going.

“Aw, I know, honey,” He plants a soft kiss to your lips, the hand that isn’t rubbing circles into your clit coming up to brush sweaty hair from your face. “But you can take it. Come on, sweet thing, I know..” He hums. “Come for me, baby..”

And you do—You come hard, your vision going white for a fraction of a second as you let out these angelic noises. He doesn’t give a damn about noise complaints right now, all he can focus on is the smell of your sweat, your cum, and your pretty little noises.

You continue to rock your hips, wanting to feel his cum fill you up. And after a few more minutes, your wish comes true, as he grips your hip tightly with one hand as he comes deep inside you, as you roll your hips just a few more times, riding the last waves of a euphoric high.

His chest is heaving as you slump down against his chest. The pair of you are sweating, but he still looks so beautiful like this. His cock still fills you, his cum deep within you. His hand gently runs up and down your back,

“How’s my sweet girl doing..?” He’s afraid he went too far with you, hoping his words didn’t push you into a bad headspace. It’s happened before, where you just needed time to come back to reality. But tonight, you’re exhausted in a whole new way. You’re happy that you’ll actually be able to sleep.

“I’m good,” You promise. You’re sweaty, out of breath and completely fucked out of your mind.

He takes your jaw in his hand and tilts your head up so you’re looking in his general direction.

“You know I don’t really think you’re dumb, right?” He just needs to make sure.

“I know,” You giggle, “But it’s pretty hot in the moment. Besides, you took care of me.”

He grins and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He promises. You know he means it, too. Your Matty, always taking care of you. “You know you don’t need to worry about everything, right? You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“I know,” You start, “But you’re always so busy with the firm, and being Daredevil, and—” He hushes you softly.

“I am never too busy for you.” He says gently. “I know I can’t do your job for you, but I can be more careful and help with dinner, you know.” He just wants you to be less stressed all the time, the hypocrite.

“Okay.” You say gently. “Thank you, Matt.” He holds you close and places a soft kiss to your head.

“You’re still shaking,” He says gently, “But you need to shower.” He says softly, moving now so that he can carry you to your bathroom. You whine at the feeling of emptiness you’re left with when he slides out of you, and he just laughs. “I know, Baby, I know.”

Matt is just a general fan of taking care of you. Even when you’re fucked out of your mind like you are right now. You love that about him.

You love that the devil is so devoted to you. It stirs something deep inside you that you can’t quite voice. Matt knows it, too.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil fic #daredevil #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock smut #dom!matt murdock #marvel smut #rough kink #never seeing the pearly gates #no plot

[obae-me]

The door to the common room opened as the eldest let himself inside, a curious arch to one of his eyebrows. "So here's where you all were," Lucifer sighed suspiciously, taking note of how everyone-- including MC-- was shifting in their seats, trying not to smile. "Do I even dare ask what--" The corner of his eyes spotted a small creature sneaking up behind him. His hand immediately pressed to his chest, his lips forming a tightly pressed line as he seemingly lost the air in his lungs. Catching his composure, he turned his head back to his brothers and the human in his care, shooting them all a frustrated glare. "What the hell is this doing here?"

The demon of Pride gestured down to the fluffy black and brown puppy that was no bigger than his shoe and currently busy attacking one of his shoelaces. His gaze did not leave the pup for a single second.

"I'm makin' some money. Don't worry about it," Mammon assured him, leaning back against the couch and observing his older brother with a deeply focused gaze. "Dogsittin' for a day or two."

Asmo and Satan shot each other competitive looks from across their seats.

Annoyed that he wasn't consulted first, Lucifer shook his head a bit as the puppy bounded away from his shoe and towards a dust bunny on the ground. "Well, as always, you're doing a terrible job," he huffed, quickly stepping forward and scooping the animal off the ground and tucked against his chest with one arm. The other free hand was used to pull the dust and fluff from the creature's mouth. "You mustn't have anything on the floors. They need to be looked after constantly. Not to mention a strict schedule." The puppy licked at his fingers and chewed playfully at his tie, tugging on it. "Honestly... as if any of you are responsible enough to take care of anything. Isn't that right, little one?" As he spoke, he began to take a few steps back towards the doors, scratching under the dog's chin with his eyes closed and just the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks. Lucifer left just as quickly as he came, taking the dog with him.

All the brothers leapt to their feet, pointing at each other.

"I told you he wouldn't gasp! That's five Grimm!" Asmo pointed towards Satan, who cursed and groaned in annoyance.

"But," Mammon smirked, a little smug laugh following his words. "He swore. Which means little Belphie has something he owes me." The youngest rolled his eyes before chucking his Grimm at the demon of Greed.

Beel finally spoke up with a grin on his face. "He did the baby voice at the end. So that means Levi gives me snacks right?"

"W-what?! That didn't count! So what if he gushed just a little?.... Alright fine, whatever, I'll let you have my pudding..."

The human looked at each and every one of them, more of a devilish look in their eyes than usual. "Do we want to make bets on if he's snuggling the puppy right now?" Everyone seemed to snap to attention at that. MC grinned. "The person who gets the best photo of him cuddling wins 20 Grimm."

#spoiler alert MC won by getting a picture of Luci pressing the gentlest smooch to the puppy's lettle head #I love just jotting down little shenanigans #no plot #just silly gooses #silly geese? #nah #doesn't sound the same #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer

[hivesfics]

another spencer x reader thing thats not proofread or formatted properly cause im lazy

nsfw under the cut

warnings: no use of pronouns but reader is described with a vagina, also no description of reader other than using the word plush once, over-use of the pet name “honey” spencer calls you angel, bros pussy drunk and mainly nonverbal tho tbh,slight breeding kink, aftercare in the form of cleaning him up and cuddling.

reid sometimes just needing you to take control for him after a particularly hard case. needing to be taken care of, to be throughly fucked out to forget about everything (not that he actually can with that insane memory of his), but the idea of it.

you can tell its been a rough case when he comes home. you don’t have to be a profiler to tell that your boyfriend is utterly exhausted and in need of an escape. you can see it in the dark circles under his eyes, his slouchy posture, the way he collapses onto his knees in front of where you sit on the couch.

you can see it in the way he pries your legs apart to make room for his shoulders. the way he rests his head on your bare thigh, sighing heavily against your skin.

you don’t even ask what’s bothering him, simply running your hand through his hair because you know he doesn’t want to speak right now. he just wants you.

your grip in his hair tightens, wrenching his head so he’s looking up at you. your other hand coming down to smooth over his jaw, soft and sweet compared to the grip on his curls.

his lips part, a breathy moan slipping past them as he looks into your eyes. the exhaustion evident in them.

“need me to take care of you, hm?” you coo, tilting your head.

he nods in response, lip quivering. it makes you want to kiss him, so you lean over and pull him up the rest of the way. pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss, immediately licking your way into his mouth.

spencer kisses back obediently, hands clutching your thighs. your sure there will be bruises in their wake, but you cant find time to care. you release him from the kiss and stand from the couch, making him fall backwards a little.

“come, let’s take this to the bedroom, honey.” you smile, stepping around him to go to your shared bedroom.

he follows you like a lost puppy, scrambling up to stand on his too long limbs, stumbling to catch up with you.

when he gets in the room, you’ve shed the shirt of his that you wear. it leaves you in your underwear, no bra in sight.

“strip for me.” you say soft yet firmly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

spender stands there in the door, dumbfounded for a second. who knew all it took for the genius with an IQ of 187 to be turned into a mess was a pair of tits?

he processes what you’ve said and works at the buttons on his shirt, getting frustrated when his hands fumble over them.

“c’mere…” you say softly, tenderness evident in your voice.

he pads over, standing between your spread legs again. looking down at you as your fingers work deftly at his shirt. once the buttons are undone, you reach up and slide it down his shoulders and off his arms.

nimble fingers working at his belt and pants next, ridding him of those as well. leaving him already straining against his boxers in front of you.

“take those off f’me then get on your knees and eat me out.” you demand gingerly, ridding yourself of your own underwear.

again, he follows your directions obediently, kneeling in front of you once he’s nude. he uses his thumbs to spread you apart, watching the way you glisten for him.

his eyes find yours as he leans in and licks from your entrance to your clit. he eats you out like he’s starved, eager and wanting. his eyes fluttering shut as he gets into it, moaning against you.

“that’s it…good boy.” you moan, tangling your fingers into his hair again.

he keens and decides to use his fingers as well, slipping one inside of you with little resistance so he adds another. he continues licking and sucking at your clit, letting out little moans and sighs of pleasure. he grips your hip with his free hand, fingers digging into the plush flesh there.

you moan at the motion of his fingers inside of you, crooking up and hitting that soft spot inside of you.

“fuck— spence, gonna make me cum.” you keen, thighs twitching and threatening to close around his head as he doubles down on his efforts.

the filthy squelch of his fingers inside of you hits your ears as you spill over the edge. head rolling back between your shoulders as your back arches.

he pulls away after he’s sure you’ve come down from your high, looking up at you for your next directions. your wetness smeared over the lower half of his face.

he watches with bated breath as you scoot up towards the headboard and pillows. following as you crook your finger teasingly, smirking at him.

he crawls on top of you, lifting your legs and placing them on either side of his hips. his hands smoothing up to reach your hips, holding them tightly.

“so good to me, honey.” you coo sweetly, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss.

as you kiss him, you reach down between your bodies and wrap your hand around his length. leading the tip of him to slide through your wet folds, pressing at your entrance.

“fuck—“ spencer chokes out against your lips, thrusting his hips forward and pushing inside of you.

you smile as he finally speaks, even if it was just him cussing.

“yeah? this was all you needed, huh?” you chuckle, raking your nails down his chest as he fucks into you.

“mhhm…” he grunts, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. he kisses the skin there and pants heavy against you.

“so wet angel— s’warm…” he babbles, his arms slipping under you to hold you closer to him.

“s’all for you, honey.” you moan, your hand tangling into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging it lightly.

spencer moans breathlessly, nosing up the length of your neck. he kisses your jaw and then your cheek, trailing over to your lips again.

“love you angel…love you so much.” he hiccups before he kisses you, hugging you tighter to him as he fucks you harder.

“mhh— love you too, spence.” you whimper after the kiss, slipping a hand back down between your bodies so you can circle your fingers around your clit.

spencer buries his face in your neck again mouthing kisses and praises into your flesh.

“so— so pretty, angel.” he whispers, you could tell he was close with his breathing and the way his dick twitched inside of you.

“close honey? you gonna fill me up?” you purr, trailing off into a gasp.

he nods frantically, “yes—yes— god i love you!”

you spill over the edge with a shout, arching up into him. he follows suit, whining into your skin.

he doesn’t pull out until he’s sure you’ve both come down from your orgasms, even then he’s hesitant to. not wanting to separate from you, he lays down next to you and pulls you close to him.

“spence…honey we need to take a bath.” you laugh softly as he pulls you closer.

he doesn’t make an effort to let you go, hands digging into your hips.

“okay, least let me get a rag to clean us up, yeah?” you kiss where you can reach and his hands loosen around you enough for you to move them and leave the bed.

“thank you.” you hear him croak as you come back with a warm water soaked rag and a hand towel to dry off with.

“you dont need to thank me.” you smile, lightly rubbing him down. you had cleaned yourself in the bathroom so you dry him down and take the dirty things to the washer and toss them in.

you’d fill it the rest of the way in the morning, but for now you wanted to be in bed with spencer again. you quickly grab a bottle of water and return to the bedroom, offering it to him.

he greedily drinks half of it, setting it aside before pulling you into his arms.

“you mean the world to me.” he whispers, kissing the side of your face.

“you mean the world to me too, honey.” you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep curled up with each other. your dreams plagued by him and his by you.

#fanfic #x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #no plot

[genericpuff]

the last few episodes of persephone moping around have felt like less of a self-reflective moment for her to grow and change and more rachel griping about criticism and surrounding herself with yes men

this isn't gonna be in any way a formal essay like my usual sort, more of a slam post honestly, so fair warning that i'm gonna be a little salty here

EPISODE 263 SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

but seriously, it's been a pity party of greek proportions because this constant "woe is me" shit with persephone that's constantly met with "no queeen you're amazing and perfect" has been going on for DAYS (real time and comic time)

literally every episode since the comic returned has had some segment of either persephone or hades (or both) being upsetti spaghetti over their current situation because oh nooo persephone made the deal with erebus and had to sacrifice something. even though they both knew that was gonna happen and yet she did it anyways. so she just continues to lock herself away in her mansion and spout adorkable quips while her husband, mother, and colleagues deal with the mess she caused.

and of course there's the constant inclusion of apollo spitting straight facts about persephone being a terrible queen and person, but of course because it's apollo saying it, it's not meant to be taken as gospel, essentially clapping back at the words of the critics who call out persephone for being a shitty and toxic protagonist by putting those words into the mouth of a literal rapist.

and yeah episode 263 had a lot of the same shit, to the point that you could literally swap out the names of the characters and the words they were speaking and it applies exactly to rachel and the corner she put herself in u.u it's been a thing for a while now that apollo has just felt like a mouthpiece for LO criticism but as mentioned by users within the subreddit during the discussion of this newest episode, it's never felt more apparent than now.

so yeah enjoy this satirical text edit of a sequence from the newest FP episode, which I honestly can't tell is meant to satirize the critical community or Rachel's reactions to the critical community because the weird reality this comic and its community exist in has just become that wack that it's hard to believe it's not directly from The Onion sometimes LMAO

-and as much as i find myself empathizing with the pressure that rachel is surely under right now - no one should have to be subject to the screeching howls of the peanut gallery - i can't help but be reminded of the memes and tweets she's put out that basically outright say "persephone is supposed to be celebrated for being a shitty person, if you can't handle her at her worst you don't deserve her at her best 💅"-

-and how often she's ruined her own day looking for critical groups or people with the "wrong opinions" that were minding their own business, or how much she's stifled her own community's attempts to discuss the story openly by having her mods ban anyone with even so much as a question regarding persephone's integrity.

so yeah, as much as i can empathize with her from one creator to another that being under this amount of pressure and scrutiny must be immensely frustrating and exhausting, beyond that one similarity i just can't empathize or relate to this mindset of almost learned helplessness that's taken a firm grip over her writing. this is the story she wants to tell and by all means no one is entitled to make her stop, but if she's gonna keep using her greek myth "retelling" comic that's trying to be "feminist" as a mouthpiece for her own griping over criticisms that are largely on-point and justified - to the point of putting the words of her critics into the mouth of her token villain like she's playing some single player barbie doll "act out that fight that sounded cooler in your head" game - then she's gonna keep getting called out, full stop. i figured she didn't have any nose left to rip off in spite of her face but apparently not.

look, i get it, there are some opinions and behaviors within the critical community that even i'm not on board with. there are people who absolutely take shit too far on both sides of the fandom, and i think both sides need to do more to hold themselves accountable for how they interact with each other, the comic, and rachel herself. i make it a point to keep my shit in my own house, i'm not entitled to rachel's attention and frankly it's the last thing i want because i have a lot of fun here and i don't want that to be potentially ruined or dampened! but if you come into my house and complain about the decorating, then i legitimately don't know what to tell you. i used to love LO and i'm so sad for my past self knowing fully well they're not gonna be able to wholeheartedly enjoy this comic forever due to how manipulative and shitty the storytelling has become. a story that i once connected to as an AFAB who was a victim of assault and abuse and generational trauma.

if persephone being the true main villain in her own story was ever meant to be the point of Lore Olympus, then it's taken way, way too long to get to that point, and rachel herself definitely doesn't seem to be of the mindset that that's what she's become with all of her blasé meme'ing on a plot arc that she's still expecting us to take seriously. persephone was never a very complex character to begin with - being an easy self-insert for the audience and rachel to project themselves onto and relate to - but at least in the beginning she felt like she had so much legitimate potential, she was naive but put her best foot forward and clearly wanted to make a life for herself, made by herself.

now she's just mean. jaded and mean. dependent on the constant validation of others to the point of being manipulative. an absolute shell of a person who can only grow a spine when she's punching down on people weaker than her, completely incapable of standing up to the people who are a legitimate threat to her. it's not empowering, it's not subversive, it's just another pick me story about women pitting themselves against other women and never taking accountability for their own behavior, mistakes, and deliberate actions meant to hurt others, often teetering on the line of straight up narcissism all for the sake of a "boss babe" moment.

anyways, if you want an actual well-written and GOOD scene of an empathetic female protagonist struggling to find their footing in adulthood being called the fuck out for their learned helplessness behavior, go read Tamberlane, it tackles this topic much better through its main character who keeps using her brokenness as an excuse to never do better, it slaps and it's so real.

#the only thing i could possibly enjoy from these episodes is minthe coming forward #and leuce #and tori #other than that they're just a bunch of nothing #no plot #no yeehaw #just boohoo #and not even in the good way where you know the 'boohoo' is gonna lead to some good yeehaw #the shitty and toxic way where the 'boohoo' is a personality trait that everyone else has to bend themselves around #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical #Instagram

[crayonnthief]

Later…

Miles dumbass somehow forgot about the multiverse (HOW?!) Mikeys grumpy at his rudeness towards his other version.

[Wip] If you guys really want I’ll consider finishing this. I just could not be bothered and have other stuff I want to work on. Have lazy sketch for now <3

———- work update ———-

Working on alt rottmnt!April for you guys <3 (hope it turns out well ^^)

#tmnt #digital art #comic #short comic #no plot #plotless #wip #teenage muntant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #i’m tired #tmnt mikey #mikey tmnt #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo tmnt #spider verse #miles morales #miles x mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt #mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem mikey #into the spider verse #miles is forgetful #bro forgot about the multiverse. HOW?! #I don’t draw spiderman ok this is my first try:[ #grumpy cuddles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #haha gay #Leo would match mm!Mikeys energy

[dangocheeked]

2021.01 ✩ genesis

lwj grapples with the enormity of his feelings towards the beautiful flirtatious pest that is wwx. circumstances, debts, and decisions lead to wwx falling from grace, and they both have to grow on their own before they can come together (pun intended), i.e., a retelling of mdzs, but with a hornier angelji/succxian flavor.

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #angelji #angelxian #succxian #i do not have a fic written for this #but exodus is going to be wwx's exile from heaven or something #i just think angelji deserves to bang virgin succubus wwx #and wwx needs lwj's Essence or something #no plot #just vibes #nudity cw

[cahrlotah]

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI! This is +18 content

Pure smut because I’m horny plus I wrote this at 2-3am so it's kinda shitty (no prove reading) ,I might write another version soon. This is kind of inspired from a Loki fanfic i read a few months ago. 

word count: 1.2k

trigger warnings: innocence kink, blowjob, pastor!daughter reader, virgin reader, pure smut, purity ring, breaking purity pact/ not following religious mandates, blasphemies,  oral f & m , praising, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

When Mrs. Thompson told me that I would have to tutor Eddie Munson, I never would have expected that I would be in his trailer on a Saturday night. Even if I don't like to admit it, there is some tension between us. His constant flirty comments against my harsh responses have built up something between us. He is the one to make the first move.

“You know Miss-I-Know-It-All, we could be doing other things” he says with a smirk on his face as he slowly places himself behind me “like this” he kisses my neck, his cold lips against my skin “or this” he starts sucking into my skin on the other side of my neck, leaving a small bruise. A small moan escaping my lips as I had never experienced any of this. I turn around, locking our lips together. A desperate kiss to say the least, my first kiss, with Eddie Munson. 

Not even I could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being the pastor's daughter I have to keep some standards, I even made a purity pact with him, the ring on my finger being a proof of that. But Eddie Munson is too intoxicating, the way he treats me, the way he lets his flirty comments slip away his mouth, the way he smirks everytime I blush, the way his rings fit on his fingers . He is the mix of the good and the bad ,together, becoming one. 

He sits on a chair and I follow him. I'm sitting on his lap, his hands under my blouse , playing with my tits, they slowly go down, leaving my torso just to go to my ass.

“ God, you are so beautiful” he whispers in my ear, goose bumps all over my skin.

“Eddie” I say and he looks at me.

“What do you want m’lady?” he asks, that nickname making me smile.

“Eddie” I say, putting on the most innocent face I can. “Could you take my virginity?” his eyes widen with my request.

“Are you sure? Don’t feel pressured into doing this because of me.” he starts saying nervously. I grab his hands, locking our stares once more.

“ I’m a hundred percent sure” I assure him he thinks for a second.

“Fuck it” he attacks my lips once again. His kiss is now more aggressive than before. His hands tracing all over body, taking off my blouse, exposing my chest “Oh sweet jesus”, the cold metal of his rings pressing into one of my boobs as his mouth goes to my neck leaving small hickies, creating a small path of them  from my neck to the middle of my stomach. “Get on your knees sunshine” I do as he tells me “and now open that pretty mouth of yours” he already has his jeans thrown away somewhere in his room, his boxers tightening, and in a matter of seconds his underwear is also gone, letting his cock out. “What would your dad think if he saw you on your knees and your mouth wide open for the town freak?” his thumb tracing my lower lip while his free hand grabs my hair and moves to the back of my head. When my lips touch the tip of his dick he lets out a loud moan throwing his head back. I go as deep as I can, not even caring if I gag because  hearing Eddie moaning is one of the best sounds I have ever heard. Some tears fall from my eyes and he quickly wipes them “You are doing amazing sweetheart” he pulls out, just to kiss me, I stand up, not breaking the kiss. He lays me on his bed as he slowly pulls my skirt and my panties with it leaving all my body exposed to him. Feeling kinda ashamed, I try to cover up as much as I can. He stops me by grabbing my wrists and putting them above my head.

“ Now you are not going to move your hands okay?” I nod, “because if you do I will have to use those handcuffs I have over here, do you understand?” I nod again. He kisses my neck, slowly moving down my torso, after some tries he finally unfastens my bra, literally exposing everything to him, no spots covered by any type of clothing. “ A fucking goddess” he says before going between my legs. I gasp at first, feeling his mouth into my private area.

“Fuck” I moan. One of his hands is gripping on my thigh for some support, the cold metal of his rings pressed against my skin, while the other has its thumb circling my clit. The movement is fastened each time I moan, making me feel things I have never felt. Out of the sudden he stops, making me whine in desperation. 

“Look at you so desperate for my dick. You got everyone fooled, thinking you are this prude little angel, but look at you now, crying for the town's freak dick” his words make something inside of me. “Beg for me, beg for me to make you see the stars” he orders.

“Please Eddie make me feel stuff I have never seen before” I beg while we lock our stares. He crawls until he is on top of me, his stare switching from my eyes to my left ring finger, he smiles when he sees the ring I have on. “Oh sweet little angel, I think I will have to keep this one” he takes it off and puts it on one of his chains around his neck. “ This might hurt a little since it is your first time. If you want me to stop, say it okay?” he says. I nod, he puts his cock on my entrance, slowly pushing his way in. It hurts but nothing I can’t handle. “ Fuck, so fucking tight”, he gradually makes his thursts faster, hitting, somehow, the right spots. “ Scream my name, let my neighbours know I’m ruining the pastor’s daughter” the room becomes a mix of moans and Eddie’s name being screamed out of the top of my lungs.

He pulls out, turning my body making me be on all fours. He goes inside me again but this time harder and faster.

“Holy shit Eddie”he slaps my ass “ I think I’m going to come! Fuck!” my legs are getting shakier as something inside my tummy tightens, making me see literal stars. Eddie pulls out of me sitting next to me. Both our breathings are heavy, as if we had run a 5k.

“You did so well sweetheart” his praising words get tattooed on my mind. “I’m thinking I will go to church tomorrow morning, just to see you on your knees again, asking the Big one his forgiveness for the sins you have commited”

This is for @eddiesdungeon, hope you like it! <3

#eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson #Eddie x innocent!reader #Eddie x virgin!reader #pure smut #no plot #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud

[jadedloverart]

The night is chilly, but the fire is warm. It's warm, and it stands alone, a single flickering pinprick of light, burning like a lonely star against the endless expanse of grassy plains.

With a somber sort of peacefulness, Kara traces the airborne embers as they spiral towards the heavens, winking out of sight like fading dreams, and all the while, she counts the slow muted thuds as they gently percuss the air.

Most nights she finds herself aimlessly watching the stars, listening to the workings of her own heart as she once did in the vast reaches of space. This time, however, her eyes remain fixed on the distant constellation of Orion for fear that if her gaze were to drop, she might find Lena staring back at her.

Even now, Kara feels the weight of that stare- almost fears it. Yet avoidance has ever been a futility that ends in the inevitable, simple act of eyes jumping from one point to another- from the sky to Lena's eyes, soft and alight with flame.

And she's so beautiful Kara can't breathe.

It has become almost second nature for Kara to force air into her lungs; to center her attention on the scents that accompany each breath in an attempt to clear her head.

This lungful brings the sweetness of grass, the moisture of the earth, and…

Lena turns her head, the black silk of her hair spilling over one shoulder as though from a broken bottle of night, and it looks like the softest thing Kara has ever wanted to touch.

The dancing light sends deep shadows to waver and jump along the column of Lena's throat, and transfixed, Kara watches the play of it as the dull ache within her chest sharpens with every passing second. It's a familiar pain by now, and indeed it's become a nearly pleasant sensation, yet it remains no less unbearable; no less irresistible.

When Kara finds the precious flutter of Lena's pulse, she is sure that something within her breaks over every beat. Her resolve, maybe, or some tedious standard of self-control that once promised her protection. Now amid the rubble of it, she feels only a brazen vulnerability.

And then, Lena looks at her again, the green of her eyes clear and warm. Lena looks at her, and this time, Kara holds her gaze. She understands in a manner akin to a subconscious acknowledgement, or rather, a recognition of something familiar- some ancient truth that she could trace to the marrow of her bones.

Lightning has only ever struck Kara twice, and both times it infused her with a vibrating, chaotic sort of energy, reminiscent of the sun yet different- as though every atom in her body was attempting to shake apart with the overload of it. She feels it again, now, as the world suddenly presents itself to her with perfect clarity. The shock of it could make her cry; the rightness of it nearly does.

Mouth opening and closing, Kara tries to speak, her voice stubbornly refusing to come out, and in an act of resignation, she rises, feeling almost as though she is moving through a dream. The grass folds mutely beneath her feet as she circles the fire with quiet, careful steps, listening with curious wonder as Lena's heartbeat quickens.

There is a softness to Lena's expression that rarely shows itself to the world, and in that softness, Kara knows her soul could easily drown without leaving a single trace behind.

And suddenly, jarringly, Kara finds herself standing before Lena.

Some undeniable instinct spurs her to sink to her knees, and distantly, she registers the falter of Lena's breath and the startled look of awe upon her face. For a moment, Kara wonders if Lena knows.

But then, how could she not?

As if in response to Kara's silent query, Lena tilts her head slightly, that same awed look in her eye, even as an odd smile twists the corner of her mouth. That little quirk draws Kara's gaze like a fly to honey, and she aches to trace the curve of Lena's lip, her fingers lifting slowly from the safety of her side.

Without another thought, Kara is brushing the hair back from Lena's face, the tips of her fingers lingering in the warmth that radiates from the smooth skin of Lena's cheek. She savors it- feels it like it's the sun, though the sensation borders one hotter than any fire she has ever had to walk through.

The air begins to thrum in a series of rapid little waves only Kara can ride, and the tremor of it settles easily within her chest, overriding every rhythm of her flesh. The dark centers of Lena's eyes have grown like the expansion of a black hole, drawing every helpless thing in with gravitational force, and into that beckoning, Kara feels as though she could fall forever and still name it flight.

She doesn't realize how close she is until Lena tilts her face up ever so slightly, eyes bright with a longing so intense any flimsy pretenses Kara has ever held before her fall away like old cobwebs.

A beat passes, muted and thundering, and as it lulls, Kara moves as if through honey. Some vague, unimportant strain of caution whispers that there is no going back after this, and in the face of it, she takes hold of a boldness within herself whose voice she has called upon thousands of times, yet has always feared. With that boldness clutched firmly to her, Kara forges ahead, her hand moving to cradle Lena's cheek.

And then she kisses her, and the world fades to nothing around them, twisting reality and dream together. She knows without a doubt that any man made of softer stuff would break against the wildness that rises within her heart, and there, beneath Earth's distant stars, Kara begins to understand the final lesson of courage.

#a #supercorp #ficlet #supergirl #i just wanted to try my hand at writing a scene #no plot #and if youve ever read my stuff on ao3 #you already know there's no dialogue #:') #my work

[confusedraven1]

i need an entire season of ONLY hijinks on the revenge, like ep 5 with the cursed suit. i need the dynamics and the sillies and the camp and the lol’s like i need air to breathe

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet #crew of the revenge #no plot #only tomfoolery #maybe some monkey business if they’re feeling extra spicy that day

[4doll]

Jealousy

(Warnings: 18+, threesome, spanking, small face slapping, clit slapping, v in p sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, deep throating, nipple play, voyeurism, masochism, possessive behavior(?), jealousy, fem reader, reader has female anatomy, mentions of murder and blood, no plot, 2nd person, short, wrote this in one sitting, lmk if there’s anything else.)

The sound of slapping filled the quiet, small, and messy bedroom. Jason’s machete on the floor, clothes, and blood. You cried out in pain, a small grunt came from Jason. Sure he loved to be rough from time to time but he was a little worried.

Tears started to fall, and the sound of skin slapping soon followed. Micheal used his hand to turn your head, your eyes staring into the void of Micheal’s eyes. He slapped your face seeing the tears.

He let go of your face letting it fall back into the sheets of the messy and dirty bed. He went back to fucking you, his eyes wandering to Jason who was in the corner of the room watching the whole thing go down as he played with himself.

Jason was getting impatient and jealous. He wanted to be inside you, feel you clench around his cock, he wanted to be the one to make you feel so good to the point of crying. He stood up and walked over.

He grabbed your hair, pulling you up to be met with his cock. Your eyes widened at the size. You let out a moan when Michael hit a certain spot, he was going at an intense speed. Making you not even able to think. Jason shoved his cock into your mouth.

Taking you by surprise. He started to fuck your throat, fast. It took your throat a minute or two to get used to his size, Jason’s head fell back in pleasure. He loved the way your throat felt around his cock. Micheal let out a grunt of jealousy as he watched Jason deep-throat you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure. Micheal felt you clench tight around him he let out a groan. He looked down at his cock, waiting to see your cum covering his cock.

Your muffled moan vibrated Jason’s cock, his cock twitched as he groaned lowly. He was so close, Jason looked down at you. Your messy hair covering your face. He quickly moved your hair out of the way to see ruined mascara and you crying.

He let out a loud groan as he came, his cock twitching before you felt hot liquid squirting down your throat. You gagged at the sudden liquid down your throat. He continued to fuck your throat until he came drown from his high.

You soon came after that, he let go of your hair. Your face falling back into the sheets. Jason looked down at you once again, pushing some hair out of your fucked out face. He wanted to see your face as you came.

You let out a loud moan as you came, face scrunched up in pleasure, knees bucking, you felt so weak. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white. Micheal continued to fuck you as you came, you felt overstimulated. Micheal slightly smiled seeing your cum covering his cock.

He pulled out his cock, your whine from the loss of his cock getting cut off with a yelp. He turned you over on your back, he quickly put his cock back in. Thrusting at a fast speed, almost breaking the bed in the process.

Jason’s cock twitched seeing you're fucked out face hanging over the edge of the bed. He worked his cock, already rock hard. His thumb ran over his tip, letting out a very small moan. He carefully kneeled in front of you putting his cock back in your mouth.

You were still on your high when you felt Jason’s cock in your mouth. Your eyes widened, as you felt his cock slowly thrusting in your throat. His pace soon sped up. He put his hands on your tits for support. He watched them jiggle from the thrusting from Micheal.

He started to play with your nipples as he fucked your throat. More tears started to fall, choked moans came from you. Your hands on his stomach for support. You felt Micheal's cock twitch. You whined as Micheal picked up his pace even faster. He felt you clench around him again.

He kept hitting your sweet spot causing you to be a muffled moaning mess around Jason’s cock. Your eyes rolled back as you came again. Micheal looked down at his cock seeing more of your cum covering his cock. He groaned at the sight.

He came as he slapped your clit. Your hips jolted as a tear fell, he held your hips down from moving as he came inside. His calloused and rough hands holding you down, from how hard he was holding you down you knew he was gonna leave bruises.

He slapped your clit again and again and again and again until you came for the 3rd time. Micheal’s cock came out with a wet pop. He watched as a mixture of your cum and his cum flowed out. He panted, as he watched Jason fucking your throat. Jealousy rose in his stomach.

You became so used to Jason’s throat fucking you forgot about it when you came twice. You felt his cock twitch in your throat. His movements came to a stop when he came. Groaning in pleasure as he let go of your tits.

His head fell back as you felt his cum flow down your throat. He slowly fucked your throat as he came down from his high. He slowly pulled out his cock panting. Both Micheal and Jason watched your overstimulated body. You swallowed Jason’s cum as you finally got to breathe.

They were both obsessed with you and your body, they would do anything for you. The night ended with them cleaning you up and putting you to sleep. They both went to murder the same guy who hit on you today which caused them to fuck you for hours over jealousy.

taglist: @sl4shers @starboashee

#4doll writes #micheal myers #jason voorhees #slashers #smut #slasher smut #jealousy #possessive behavior #I guess #fem reader #no plot #2nd person pov #micheal myers smut #jason voorhees smut #slasher fic #slasher blurb #slasher series #slasher headcanons #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers x y/n #micheal myers x you #jason voorhees x y/n #jason voorhees x you #slasher x y/n #slashers x y/n #slasher x you #slashers x you #slashers x reader #halloween #friday the thirteenth

[philosopherbouquet]

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney  

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: NaruMitsu Week, NaruMitsu Week 2023, Fandom WeekFluff, No Plot/Plotless, Married Couple, Morning Kisses, Morning Cuddles, Domestic Fluff, Some Humor

SUMMARY: 

An easy morning for a married Narumitsu. For NaruMistu Week 2023 - Day 3: Free Day (Narumitsu Day)

@narumitsuweek

#a03 link #narumistu #narumitsu week #narumitsu week 2023 #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #fanfiction #fluff #no plot #married life

[ymaohoh]

Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - Fic - Oneshot

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. “If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.” Jason sees Chrissy and Eddie in the woods. Jason POV. Hellcheer Oneshot.

Word Count: 1,904

No plot. Just smut.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

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Well, your love is worse

Worse than cigarettes

Even if I had twenty in my hands

**

Jason Carver thought he knew his girlfriend. 

Thought Chrissy Cunningham was just like him. They were from the same backgrounds - nice homes, rich parents, good traditional morals and ethics. They’d been boyfriend and girlfriend since junior year when he tied his letterman jacket around her shoulders and told her thought it was time they made it official.  Over the course of that year they moved through the ranks and became really popular - he the hotshot athlete, she the pretty cheerleader - and when Chrissy made cheer captain in senior year he knew they were a cinch to be the King and Queen of Hawkins High. It was a cliche for a reason. His parents had met in a similar way. 

And yeah that popularity came with side-benefits. And yeah he often abused those benefits because some kids needed a healthy dose of ass-whooping, you know? Needed to know which rung of the social ladder they belonged on. It stopped them from getting too big for their boots. He never did anything illegal but he sure bent some rules. 

Chrissy didn’t know about any of that though and his team mates were sworn to secrecy. It was the same bro-code for their girlfriends. None of the teachers would dare make trouble either. His father was good friends with the school governors and would see they were fired if they dared try. 

Chrissy was a good girl. She had the right attitude and ideals as him. She went to church and played at cheerleading and looked good and neat in her little uniform. 

He would marry her after graduation. His parents would buy them a house nearby and she would give him a couple of kids and no talkback. She’d keep the house real nice while he went to college and in a few years he’d be fucking govenor. The wheels were already in motion. This has all been arranged before middle school. 

So when Patrick told him he’d seen Chrissy talking to Eddie Munson of all people Jason told him he was tripping. Why would anyone want to speak to him? 

Eddie Munson was a piece of shit trouble maker. Third generation trailer trash. A juvenile delinquent. 

“I know what I saw, man. They were whispering together in the library just before first period. Chrissy near jumped into the air when she saw me.” 

“Chrissy wouldn’t talk to that freak.”

“Want help finding him, Jase? Give him a reminder of what a creep he is?”

“Nah man. I need to talk to Chrissy first. Maybe he was just bugging her.”

What the hell?

But when he reached the cafeteria at lunch Chrissy wasn’t sitting at their usual table. She didn’t have one of her private tutoring sessions either. He glanced over at the freak table and his eyes narrowed when he saw Eddie wasn’t there either. 

He stormed over and clapped one of the freshmen on the shoulder. Hard. 

“Where’s your asshole leader?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t he be here making a jackass out of himself like usual?”

The kid with floppy black hair said, “Look man, he’s not here. I don’t know where he is. We don’t want any trouble.” 

He asked around his table some more and eventually got wind of a clue. People wanted to help Jason (even if they needed a little encouragement sometimes).  A passing cheerleader overheard (Stacey something) and said they thought they saw Chrissy out by the football fields just a few minutes ago. She’d been heading out towards the forest. There was a meeting spot down that way, she added, and Eddie Munson sold weed there. 

Jason waved away Patrick’s offer of help and stormed over. He didn’t need back up to take on Eddie Munson. 

He’d beat the shit out of that creep if he was selling weed to Chrissy. Or even if he wasn’t. What if he’d lured Chrissy out here on some made up pretence and was now bothering her? Chrissy was sometimes way too trusting for her own good. 

I’ll save you, Chrissy.

He followed Stacey’s directions and crept through the woods. He’d never been out here before. He couldn’t see any damn bench. 

But then he heard voices. He heard Chrissy’s voice! She sounded weird. Breathless almost. 

He drew closer and peered through the trees. The scene before him made him pause. His insides turned to raging fire. 

Jason had told her once that “ Good girls like you don’t go near creeps like Eddie Munson .” She hadn’t asked him why. 

Chrissy was with Munson, alright. 

** 

Oh, this body high

Gives me sleepless nights

It's a million times what any drug could give

And my red eyes

They go twice as wide

It might look like pain but to me it's bliss

They were sitting at the old picnic bench. Or rather, Chrissy was sitting on the top of the picnic bench with her bare knees splayed wide. Her short green and white cheerleading skirt was hiked up so high that he could just about see the creamy skin of her ass. 

And Eddie the Freak was standing right in between her legs. 

Chrissy had her back to Jason so he could make out Munson’s arms wrapped around her waist. He was holding her so tightly the line of his leather jacket was pressed against Chrissy’s cheer sweater. At least she wasn’t wearing Jason’s God-damn letterman jacket today. He stared at the entwined couple in horror. 

Jason didn’t know why he remained hidden. Maybe he just wanted to hear for himself what the hell was going on. 

“Eddie…” she sighed in a voice he had never heard before. She never said his name like that. “We have to be more careful. Patrick almost saw us this morning.”

“Fuck Patrick. Fuck your boyfriend.” Munson’s voice was unrecognisable too. Low and raspy. 

“If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll hurt you. You know they will. We have to keep this a secret.”

“It’s hard, Chriss. You know how riled up I get when I see you. Especially when you’re in that cheerleading uniform. How’s a man supposed to focus in class when those lips of yours look so fucking delictable. Makes me just want to taste them.”

Jason watched as they began to kiss but it wasn’t anything like how he kissed Chrissy. Chrissy usually held still when they made out, but this Chrissy was kissing Munson like she couldn’t get enough of him. He could see the way she opened her mouth wide for him so he could slip in his tongue. 

Munson nipped at her neck and she giggled. “Eddie! You’re not listening to me.” 

Munson’s hands were roaming across her back and down to her hips. Chrissy reached down and took his hand, stilling it. 

“I’m listening, baby. We have to be more careful. No more little looks. No more notes. No way the school can find out that goodie two-shoes Chrissy Cunningham likes being fucked by the freak Eddie Munson.”

He rocked his hips up against her and she gasped at the impact. 

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmm. You know I do.”

“Say it then. Tell me how much you like it.”

Jason couldn’t see but he could guess from the look on Munson’s face she was pulling one of her cute little pouts. She raised her chin defiantly. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I know you like this too. I can feel how much you like it. You’re fucking rock hard for me.”

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. 

“If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“What are you going to do? Spank me? Pull my hair?”

Munson ceased his movements and though he kept hold of her, he drew his hips back a little to put some distance between them. 

Jason hated how Chrissy seemed to groan at that. 

“You love it when I spank you, Chriss. You always get so fucking wet from it. Remember a month ago at Reefer Rick’s where you came so beautifully on my cock? I couldn’t believe how wet you were. You made the most pretty noises, baby.”

“I remember Eddie.”

“Then what did we do?”

“I put your cock in my mouth and you went down on me at the same time.”

“You tasted so good, Chriss. Like strawberries and cream. You were gagging ‘round my cock, babe. You got it so far down that little throat.” 

Munson began tracing circles down her thighs. Chrissy was leaning into him brazenly, reaching again for contact with his body. 

Jason didn’t recognise this Chrissy at all. It was like she was one of those girls on porn tapes. He heard the gentle clink of metal as Chrissy began undoing the heavy belt. The noise of a zip being dragged down was almost obscene. 

“Oh Eddie, please. I want you now.”

“What? One look at my cock and you fall in line? Tell me what I want to hear.”

They kissed again and it was passionate and needy. Chrissy was almost shaking from want. 

“I love being fucked by Eddie Munson.”

“You missed this cock didn’t you, princess? Tell me how much you missed it,” Eddie said, his voice low and quiet. He traced her face with his fingers and tipped her chin up

“I missed it so much. I couldn’t even pay attention in class. All I could think about is how much I want you.”

“Good girl.”

Munson dragged down Chrissy’s underwear and shoved it in his back pocket. He once again wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him. His other arm snaked under her knee, pushing it back so he could get as deep as possible. 

Jason heard Chrissy hiss as Munson’s cock slid inside her. 

“Fuck, Eddie. You’re so big. You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch in.”

“It feels so good.”

Munson began rutting up into her and Chrissy dug her nails into his shoulders. She then twisted a hand up into his long curls which made Munson groan. 

“I know. It’s why you keep coming back. Fucking Carver won’t do this, will he? Wants to wait until he’s got that ring on your finger.”

“ Eddie …”

“But Carver won’t be able to do this, Chriss. It won’t feel like this.”

“No,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie. You fit inside me so good.”

“That’s it, Chriss.”

“Make me come Eddie. Make me scream.”

“Hold onto me, baby…I’ve got you.” 

 **

Jason couldn’t watch anymore. 

Fuck this. 

A big part of him wanted to charge over there and knock that disgusting smug look off Munson’s face. Wanted to wipe away that look of utter need from Chrissy’s. But he didn’t. He turned away and stormed off back towards the school. 

Fuck that freak. Fuck that slut. They were welcome to each other. 

He didn’t see Eddie’s gaze on his back. Or the winning smirk that played on his lips. 

Well, if it's unhealthy then I don't give a damn

'Cause even if it kills me, I'll always take your hand

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A/N: A/N: You know, writing for Jason ain't fun. He's an asshole but the actor who plays him is so nice in interviews. Ah well. Enjoy some Hellcheer fucking. Lyrics are from Unhealthy by Anne-Marie and Shania.

#chrissy x eddie #edssy #hellcheer #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer headcanons #chrissy cunningham #eddissy #pure smut #no plot #Jason Carver POV #brat kink

[hopelessromantic5]

Late night conversations with a Unicorn.

#merthur #merlin #merlin and arthur #arthur pendragon #Drabble #no plot #just sap #from the drafts

[avatarmerida]

Willow Fever

They talk about crushes. Short, silly, stupid. No plot. Here.

———

“...so that’s why Azura wasn’t my first crush, exactly, but she definitely created a blue print,” finished Luz finally after what felt like hours, as she knelt behind Willow braiding and unbraiding her hair.

“Okay, that’s very informative Luz, but the question was ‘who was your first crush?’ not ‘who was almost your first crush but not really?’” said Gus with a sigh. He tossed a piece of popcorn in the air and tried (and failed) to catch it in his mouth. The group sat on the floor of Luz’s room as Luz was determined to show them what a traditional earth sleepover was like. It was fairly similar to ones on the Isles, but was still fun nevertheless.

“Oh, well it was probably the actress who played her in the terrible movie adaptation in which she was the only not terrible part,” replied Luz with a smile as the braid came undone again.

“So... Azura?” Said Hunter, who had not wanted to play this silly game and considered it to be a huge waste of time. But a certain someone had convinced him to stay.

“Well, I mean if you wanna get technical...”

“Maybe later,” said Amity, gently patting her hand as she took over braiding Willow’s hair. “Willow, your turn!”

“Oh me? Well, I don’t think I can even remember...” began Willow with a blush, looking up at her friend. “I would get little crushes all the time when I was little.”

“Oh, trust me I remember,” laughed Amity, finishing the first braid. “Always the pretty boys making a band in the bard coven. You definitely had a type.”

“Yeah well, it never went anywhere so no need to embarrass me now,” she laughed with Amity, the two clearly recalling some kind of inside joke as they burst into a fit of giggles. They would try to start a sentence but then collapsed into laughter again.

“Okay then, well what about people who had crushes on you?” said Gus, raising his eyebrow mischievously.

This caught Hunter’s attention and made his face turn red, luckily no one seemed to notice.

“Oh, not this again,” groaned Willow playfully, removing her glasses to wipe a tear away from laughing so hard. “Gus, for the millionth time he did not have a crush on me.”

“He totally did!” Gus insisted.

“Oooh, who we talkin’ bout?” Luz asked, intrigued.

“Yeah, who?” Echoed Hunter, his laughter more nervous than the others. “Probably nobody here, right?”

“Arturooooo” sang Gus and Willow just shook her head.

“Arturo! Right!” Repeated Amity, her eyes wide as she remembered. “He was on the abomination track! Oh yeah, he totally had a huge crush on you! I used to tease him about it... ugh. Sorry about that.”

“He used to ask for my notes because he liked my handwriting that’s it,” said Willow. “I used to think he was cheating off me but I was the worst student and he was pretty good.”

“So then why would he want your notes?” Amity asked and she watched the lightbulb go off in her friend’s mind.

“Oh my Titan, maybe he did,” gasped Willow. “How did I not know?”

“You’ve never been able to tell!” Said Gus, giving Hunter a quick glance. “Even when it’s pretty obvious to everyone else.”

“Yeah! Remember after you switched to the plant track and came out of your shell and everyone had Willow fever?” Said Luz. “You captured a lotta hearts then Park, but you were too modest to notice.”

“Oh hush,” Willow said, flipping her hair dramatically. “That’s sweet, but I doubt that Luz. When have I ever been too modest?”

The group erupted in another round of laughter, happy to be enjoying a rare moment just to be silly teenagers.

“Hey uh what’s ‘Willow fever?’” Hunter asked Luz in a small whisper that no one else heard.

“It’s just what I call realizing how awesome and amazing Willow is,” Luz whispered back. “It’s pretty contagious.”

“I see,” said Hunter, running his hand thoughtfully over his chin. “What are the symptoms?”

“I dunno, you tell me,” Luz said playfully, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow. He didn’t understand it, as was common with most things Luz said, but it kind of made sense. Of course there were other people who noticed Willow the way he did, they just had a word for it before he did. Most likely it was incurable.

“Besides, you were way too good for Arturo,” continued Amity. “Ed said he came to one of my parents’ presentations and was a major kiss up.”

“Oh, you mean like you used to be?” Willow teased, playfully shoving her friend.

“Ouch, but fair I deserved that.”

“But, uh, so what kind of person would you want to have a crush on you?” Said Hunter suddenly as though he had been rehearsing the sentence in his head. He cleared his throat, attempting to sound casual. “I-if you were to notice, that is, that they had those feelings for you. What kind of person would you want to notice? Hypothetically.”

“Oh, well I guess someone who is nice,” thought Willow, as she searched her brain. Hunter knew the rest of the group was looking at him, but his attention was fully on Willow. “Someone who... is fun to be around, who listens to me and shares my interests. Someone my friends like and they also like my friends, that’s important.”

“What if... they’re already your friend?” Hunter asked, the question felt as though it took all the air from his lungs with it.

“Well then I guess they’re halfway there, huh?” Willow smiled. “Or they would be, hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically, yeah,” coughed Hunter. “And do your interests include authority and rules by any chance?”

“Do you mean like defying them?”

“Um, it doesn’t matter uh, forget I said anything,” rushed Hunter, feeling like he was about to pass out.

“I wanna hear more about Arturo,” said Luz, scooting closer to Willow. “Was he a bad boy? A sad boy? I bet he was cuuute.”

“Yeah, well she said she didn’t like him so maybe let’s stop talking about him,” said Hunter under his breath, crossing his arms leaning against the couch. Gus saw Hunter’s disinterest and suggested they go into the kitchen to make some more popcorn. The boys for up to secure the snacks as the girls continued to talk.

“He was nice, but just not my type,” sighed Willow, having forgotten about this boy until this moment. “He was handsome, I guess, but I never thought about him that way.”

“What about that guy Caleb you were telling me about a few months ago?” asked Amity.

Caleb? The name caught Hunter’s attention from the kitchen even over the sound of the bag popping. He tried not to look so involved but he couldn’t help but hope that maybe...

“Oh, I don’t know if-.”

“You said he was pretty cute,” continued Amity, focusing on the complex braid and not sensing Willow’s hesitance. “But he transferred back to his old school or something? You said he was tall and you liked his voice, he seemed perfect for you; what ever happened to him?”

“He’s still around probably,” said Willow, scanning the kitchen entrance to make sure the boys weren’t on their way back. “He was really great. But he probably didn’t have time for a relationship, so it’s whatever.”

“Well, he probably wasn’t good enough for you anyways,” said Luz. “You’re the best, and no one will ever be good enough for you. And Hunter agrees with me, right Hunter?” Luz asked as he and Gus returned with two full bowls, he clearly did not hear anything she had said previously.

“I very rarely agree with you, sooooo no,” said Hunter taking his previous seat on the floor across from them. “What are you going on about now?”

“Nothing! No one, I mean... my turn is almost as long as Luz’s,” said Willow with a blush as Amity finished her hair, the braids more intricate that she had ever attempted. They looked stunning. They started higher and the ends of her hair curled out to frame her face like a heart. A smile tugged at Hunters lips for reasons he didn’t not understand, must just be another side effect of Willow fever.

“Alright, your turn Hunter, who was your first crush?”

#huntlow #winter toh #toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter wittebane #I will write whole stories around one sentence and this is proof #no plot #I’m just bored #someone will like it tho

[obaewxn]

i’m halfway through ep 5 and i’m not joking when i say i’d give a kidney to have a tv series on gomez and morticia’s years at nevermore

#wednesday netflix #wednesday spoilers #gomez addams #morticia addams #just give me young gomez and morticia making out in every dark corner of the school #no plot #who needs a plot when they can make out?