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[ravens-two]

PAC: Your Person's Thoughts About You 18+

This reading includes:

your person's dirty thoughts about you

The extended reading includes:

their reaction to these thoughts

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone. Also, this content is 18+ only!

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Pile 1

Judgment, Moon

"Devotion save me now/ I don't wanna stray from the hallowed ground/ I'll turn temptation down" Hurts - Devotion

The first thing I'm getting from this pile is that your person wants to see you naked. It's actually really interesting because this is supposed to be about their dirty thoughts (and well in a way it is), but this naked is almost like moving beyond your physical body. They want to see you for who you really are without any reservations on your part. This can be a bit of a kink for them too. It's almost like unravelling you during sex. They also want to have you completely at their mercy. For some of you this will be a bit more bdsm-y while for others not so much. In general, what I mean by this is that they want you to fully trust them and let them do the work. It's like putting your pleasure completely in their hands.

Going back to the naked thing though, it might be that you two haven't been intimate yet and they keep imagining what you'll look like when there aren't any clothes on you. Or it might be that you have been intimate and it's almost like the image of your naked body is seared in their brain. They couldn't forget it even if they wanted to and it's a thought that just keeps popping up for them randomly. I actually think that one of the reasons that they can't stop thinking about it is because of the energy that you gave off. This is hard to explain, but in the moment it was like there was something supernatural about you, the way you surrender completely to your seductive and animal side is/was very enchanting for your person.

This person is also dreaming about kissing you pile 1, especially your neck. I also get the vibe that they want to mark you, like leaving hickeys or bite marks. It seems that they're the type of person that likes to leave something to remember them by. I keep hearing that they just want to take you in their arms. Again, there's this vibe that they are the most dominant energy and want you to surrender to them (but this doesn't really feel like power-exchange honestly). They want to worship your body (this also fits the song that you got tbh).

They might also fantasize about having sex in a taboo place or out in nature (maybe both for some of you). They might want to have sex in a lake or a secluded place out in the woods. For some people they might want to do it in a graveyard (Mary Shelly would approve lol) or like another person's bedroom or in a place where you could get caught. I also think that they want to have sex all night long, going as long as you both can and then be completely exhausted.

For some you they also wish that you would let yourself be a little wilder. There's this vibe that they think that you are kinkier than you act (you might seem too in control or put together during the act for their liking) and they would love it if you showed this side of yourself. They also know that in part it's a question of trusting them enough, so that would really do it for them too - knowing that you trust them like that.

Pile 2

Star, Tower

"When I first saw you/ The end was soon/ To Bethlehem it slouched/ And then it must have caught a good look at you" Hozier - NFWMB

Hi pile 2, your person's dirty thoughts about you are quite interesting because I keep getting this idea that they will have a dirty thought, indulge in it for a moment, and then they'll feel bad about it. It's like they try to repress these thoughts because they think that they're somehow disrespectful to you. It might be that you aren't in a relationship with this person yet, and this is what cause these feelings, because you don't know that they see you like this.

A bit like pile 1, your person also thinks about seeing you naked. I feel like 90% of their 18+ thoughts are about your naked body. It might be them imagining what you would look like or just remembering your body. Unlike pile 1 there isn't this vibe of wanting you to surrender to them or seeing you undone, your person just wants to admire you in all your glory. They think that you're breathtaking and it honestly makes them a bit weak in their knees. It's actually more likely that your person wants to submit to you than the other way around. They also want to get on their knees and worship you, so this is probably oral sex. With the Tower here as well I'm seeing a lot of orgasms for both of you, explosive and maybe a bit mind-shattering. I'm hearing someone say that they've been "fucked dumb", so yeah, that could be one of their fantasies too. There's also something here about squirting and/or cum play as well. If your person has a penis they probably want to paint you with their cum, most likely your face, chest or back.

If you have breasts your person is also obsessed with them. They love the way they look (no matter the size) and really want to play with them. If you don't have breasts this could still be about your nipples. They're also pretty obsessed with your thighs and some of them want to get crushed between them. Again, there's this vibe that they want to please you so bad. It's not that they're really submissive, but they want to give you as much pleasure as humanly possible.

Your person also fantasizes about making love to you instead of fucking. They want the sex to be loving, safe and healing for the both of you. They also think about having shower/bath sex with you. Or they might get more dirty thoughts about you when they're in the shower. There's also something about cleanliness here, so it could be that your person enjoys/imagines cleaning you up after sex.

Pile 3

Nine of Wands, Two of Wands

"Love is our resistance/ They'll keep us apart, and they won't stop breaking us down/ Hold me/ Our lips must always be sealed" Muse - Resistance

Pile 3, your person seems to be quite kinky. The first thing I'm seeing here is bondage. They imagine tying you up and maybe even using blindfolds. This could be like full bondage or maybe just using handcuffs (it's going to change a bit from person to person), whatever it is your person wants to restrain you. I'm even seeing that for some of you your person kind of wants to tie you up just to look at you. There's a hint of voyeurism here, so they might want to take pictures or videos of you and enjoy the thought of "what if someone saw this". It might go even a little bit further and they imagine someone walking on you or you two doing it in a public place right in front of everyone. I think that is biggest motivation for them is that they are super proud of being by your side and want to show you off.

Another thing that they imagine is fingering you. They get a lot of enjoyment from your pleasure so they imagine getting you off with just their fingers. Actually I just got a very detailed visual of you mostly naked while they're still completely clothed and their fingers inside of you. When it comes to positions your person imagines you two having sex standing up or bending you over something.

Just like pile 1 your person wants to see you completely undone and unraveled. They imagine you after sex with your hair all messed up, marks all over your body, covered in fluids, and an hazy look in your eyes. Yeah, just very very messy. Your person doesn't seem to be too shy about their desires though. They also want to have multiple rounds with you. They want to have sex with you for as long as you physically can. Again they want to see you completely exhausted. I actually keep seeing more about fingering and oral sex rather than penetration, so your person tends to imagine more about this types of acts. It might be that they're actually a bit shy about doing these things in real life so they like to imagine it.

Your person also likes to imagine sexual scenarios with a lot of action and adventure. They have a very fertile imagination. They might imagine themselves as an hero who rescues you and then you two have sex. They might really enjoy role-playing. They also imagine sex that progresses your relationship. Besides the kinkier stuff, they might imagine making love to you and being truly intimate and vulnerable with you. Honestly, this person just wants to be with you and they enjoy making up scenarios with you.

Pile 4

Five of Cups, Ace of Wands

"You lose your way, just take my hand/ You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again/ Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am" Lana Del Rey - Mariners Apartment Complex

Pile 4, your pile seems like the most emotional, at least at first sight. One of your person's biggest fantasies is being comforted by you through sex. They like to imagine themselves (I'm not sure if it's randomly or when something bad happens) feeling down or going through a rough situation and coming to you to be comforted. They imagine you taking them in your arms, holding them, kissing them and slowly taking off their clothes. They imagine you on your knees giving them oral sex and then you two having slow, loving sex. There might even be tears here. Like they're feeling so emotional from what happened and from how loved they are by you that they just tear up or cry a bit. I think that the biggest fantasy here is feeling loved tbh. I also think that your song and the lyrics that I chose are really fitting for your person. They really want you to take their hand and steer the boat when they're feeling lost.

With the Ace of Wands here they're also really passionate and want the sex between you to feel hot and heavy, to truly envelop the two of you. They might also think about wax play or temperature play. There's something here about the differences in temperature between your body and other objects. They also want to kiss all over your body. They're very connected to their body sensations, especially about warmth. I don't really know how to explain it. They crave the feeling of your hot mouth on them (and other things too).

Something that's a bit kinkier and that might be a bit off-putting for some people, but they also imagine having period sex with you. The blood doesn't irk them, and they might even finding it a bit hot. I don't want to describe it too much, because the images in my head are quite graphic. But, yeah imagine them playing with the blood a little bit. In general, I think that they have a thing for body fluids, mainly semen and spit from what I'm getting. This is the other pile that might want to paint you with their cum (or the other way around). Also, they imagine you spitting in their mouth. I'm immediately getting that most of these kinkier fantasies about them are something that they see as unrealistic.

Again, this pile is quite emotional and they also like to imagine you two having a fight and being really upset with each other and then having sex. I think that this is such a recurring scenario in their head that they have a lot of variants. They imagine you having loving sex almost as an apology, then they imagine being hatefucked or hatefucking you. Or being denied by you. They have a lot of different scenarios when it comes to this, the only thing in common is you two fighting.

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[ecneremili]

The One With The Proposal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), slight BDSM (use of cuffs), delayed orgasm, P in V sex, unprotected sex (people pls be safe), creampie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Well... Okay. There's a few things you need to know about this piece of work you're about to read. This is actually a part of my series that I'm writing on Wattpad. I will put the link below in case you want to read the whole thing. It's not finished, I'm still writing it. This chapter, however, can be a standalone and can be viewed as a one-shot, so I decided to post it here, too. I wish you an enjoyable reading. Oh, and this is not read through, so if you find some mistakes, pretend that you didn't.

Wattpad acc link: here

Spencer Reid. A man known for several things. His knowledge. A brilliant man, whom the FBI owes many thanks. Uncountable cases that he helped solve that would probably stay unsolved without him. His blabbering. He had a whole paragraph ready to shout out on anything you say. The sky? Fun fact... The book you're looking at? Fun fact, the author actually... A specific person who's dead or alive or never surfaced for something they did? Fun fact about them...

You will never see him wear anything outside of professional clothes. Comfortable professional clothes. Sweaters, cardigans. He sometimes reminds me of older women who wrap themselves in their cardigans. You will never hear him swear. Not in public, anyway. The most he said once was goddamn it. The entire team was left in shock. Penelope was even scared of him that day.

He will stutter in conversations and situations that make him even slightly uncomfortable. He has a germ thing. He never shakes hands or hugs with random people. He makes contact with his friends, me, and some close people like his mother, Diane.

Now put all that into an image and try to picture that man. A shy, uncomfortable, boyish man. Stuck reading books when he has free time. No, no. He cancels plans to stay indoors and read books. Even re-read them.

That same man proposed to me half an hour ago. It was small, intimate, and sentimental. We walked by the restaurant where we confessed we loved each other. He let my hand go and I took a few steps ahead. When I turned back, he was down on one knee and held a small box in his hands.

I said yes.

I said yes more than once.

He was the sweetest man. He was mine. I loved to be loved by him. Delicate, heartwarming, caring and sweet. The man I just described above.

That same man was driving us home at the moment, his dick hard, bulging in his pants, one hand or the wheel, the other deep in my cunt while curving his knuckles at a new angle as he fucked me.

Every person has two sides.

And boy, oh boy, did I love his other side.

Everything anyone knew about Spencer, they would say he would be a sweet, whiney, submissive man during intimacy. I beg to differ.

His fingers twirling inside me, I huff as I refuse to moan just yet. I hated the way he could make me fold so, so easily. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. My mouth is open and I can't hold in pleads from him. His fingers are long. I love his fingers. But his cock is bigger.

He pulls into our parking space and he removes his hand from under my dress. He walks out and comes around to open my door. I begin to come out when he stops me, picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp, feeling almost powerless. He slams the door and locks the car and continues to carry me up almost three flights of stairs. The apartment door flies open before we go in. He closes it with his leg and heads directly to our bedroom.

I can't help but blush. I felt like a tiny girl. How disgusting that the tiny girl imagined all the things he would do to her in a few moments. He slides me down and steps back to look at me. His eyes scan me, from the smallest hair on the top of my head all the way down to my toes. There's a devilish desire in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. His eyes come back to mine and he, almost growling, says, "I kneeled for you, now go ahead and kneel for me."

Tingles run down my entire body. I don't hesitate to obligate his request. Not a request. He demanded. And I wasn't going to defy this. I wasn't going to defy him. Not breaking eye contact, I slide down on my knees, perfectly aligned with his belt. I look ahead, seeing him painfully hard in his pants. I slide my hands up his legs and start undoing his pants. Every clank makes me tingle between my legs.

There was a specific time when a powerful, strong and independent woman only wants, no, only needs to be told what to do. I raised myself from nothing. No one helped me. I could only thank myself for everything I have accomplished in my life. I would listen to no man. No man had the power over me. No man could take nothing from me. Except him. He had all of me wrapped around his little finger.

And I didn't mind.

Being submissive to someone means so much more then people think. It means trust. It means love. Truth be told, not every submissive person tends to be like that in everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I know what comes to mind when you think of someone like that. Porn taught us so wrongly. And this? This was so much more intimate then just porn. This was desire, lust, and pure neediness.

After undoing his belt, I pulled down his pants, tugging his underwear to, removing them to. I would skip everything just to feel him. Being released from his clothes was hitting him sweetly as he took a sharp breath when my eyes fell to his dick.

I look up, almost lustful, maybe waiting for him to tell me to touch him, maybe even to beg me, a whole 180 to what I just described myself as. His eyes were dark and watching me from a high. He simply smirked, almost reading my mind and what was going through it.

"Go on," he half whispered, voice deep just like the darkness around us, "be the slut the outside world has no idea you are."

And that was all it took. My hand takes his base before I stick out my tongue and slide it up his entire length. There was a lot of length. He inhales, pushing a groan down his throat at the first touch I plant on him.

This was going to be a long night.

The kiss I leave at his tip as I start stroking him with my hand sends his head falling back. The motion pushes his curls off of his forehead. I loved when his hair fell on his face. It made him look messy. It made him look more flustered. And the image of him like that made me throb between my legs.

After enough slow-play, I stick out my tongue and take him in my mouth, slowly, reaching as far as I could before I feel him touch my throat. He feels he reached far and he groans. The funny thing is I had taken only half of him. He looks down again, his hairs flying back to his face. His fingers twist around in my hair and tug slightly, almost like he was checking the grip he had on my head.

But I soon found out it wasn't the grip why I thought he wanted it. He held my head in place as he started to rock back and forth. He was using me. Using my mouth to be precise. And he started fucking it. At first it was slow, almost shallow thrusts, reaching where he first did. But as time passed, he became more fierce. He started going deeper, hitting the back of my throat with more force making me gag. My eyes started to water as I had no control over anything. His hand held my head in place as he now almost pounded into my mouth.

As he continued, I could feel him twitch on the top of my mouth. And so did I. I felt my panties dampen with every second that passed. I was horny because my boyfriend, my fiancé, was fucking my throat like it was just something for him to use.

Muffled moans and occasional groans escaped his mouth. He was about to finish. I could easily tell by the increased speed of his thrusts and their force. Finally, he pushed himself almost the whole way, deep into my throat and let himself release there. I gagged pretty hard, trying to keep him down and not throw out his cum.

He pulled himself out and let go of his grip on my hair. His hand slid from behind to my chin and he lifted my face up. He was taking deep and long breaths, his chest falling and rising every time. His eyes scanned me, a fucked mouth, watery eyes and bright red cheeks. Must have been quite a sight.

"Swallow, baby." he said and left his mouth slightly opened, watching as the small bulb went down my throat and he smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl. Your turn."

He bent down and picked me up to carry me to the bed. Back facing the mattress, he climbed on top and roughly kissed me. I loved when he did that. After what I just did, he didn't hesitate to kiss me. He didn't get disgusted to do so. His fingers hooked around the hem of my dress and he pulled it off in one quick motion. I was left in my bra and panties that were already soaking wet. Every time he saw me like that, dressed but not dressed, I'd get shy.

I never liked my body. And yet he worshipped it.

"God, you're so gorgeous." he hovered over me, his eyes trailing over every inch of my body. I shivered from his words that sounded like a prayer. It was half whispers. Like he was afraid that if someone heard what he had, it would be stolen from him.

His lips come down and start kissing my neck, my weak spot. Just the warmth of his kiss makes me moan, eager for more as I buck my hips up towards him. I feel that I caress his cock against my thigh, and as soon as he feels it, he pushes my hips down with his hands.

"Needy, are we?" he chuckles against my skin as he now slowly moves lower and leaves a trail of kisses at my collarbone.

"I hate when you do this." I whine, my fingers roaming through his hair.

"You hate when I kiss you?" he says between kisses, one on my shoulder, one at the base of my neck, one directly in between my breasts.

"No, I-" my words get interrupted when I moan. I feel him smile when he hears me. "I hate when you make me wait. You tease. Every time." I take a deep breath in between every sentence to take in his kisses. As much as I did hate the delay of the actual sex, I loved feeling him everywhere. I didn't know what I wanted more.

He continues kissing, his lips reaching my stomach and he stops. I look down to see him slightly smirking as he is settled just between my legs. I feel shivers. He lets go of my hips and slowly pulls down my panties, sliding his fingers down along my legs in the process. He is continuing to tease me with every touch he leaves on my body.

When I finally think that he is going to stick his tongue at my cunt, I am yet again met with disappointment. He comes over me and trails his hands, slowly, around my back as he keeps looking me in the eyes to catch every whiney face I make as I plead him to fuck me already using no words. But he knows. Oh, he knows that's what I'm asking of him.

He unhooks my bra and I am completely naked. His shirt comes off as he makes us even. Again, I hope that he will now go down. It doesn't have to be his mouth, I'll be happy if he would just stick his fucking fingers into my pussy and rummage through it. But, no. He bends down and kisses my breasts, moving from one to the other. Kissing it, sucking on the nipples, squeezing them with his hands.

If he was kissing and/or sucking the right he would be squeezing the left. There was no space left for me to catch a breath. Then, he bit down on one, just enough to make me squeal. He chuckled with my tit in his mouth. I had enough. I gripped his hair and pulled him up to my face.

"What do you fucking want from me?" I say with a whiney voice. I sounded desperate. I hated it. I loved it, too.

His face had a drunk smile across it. He was enjoying this. My torture was satisfaction for him. Fucking great. "I want you to beg." he said through a whisper. His head was tilted back as I was pulling his hair.

I hated to beg him. Especially to do what I wanted. I knew he knows what I want, but he loves when he makes me break and I have nothing left but to fucking beg him to do the most unholy things to me.

I roll my eyes. "No." I simply say.

He smirks and bucks his hips so his dick slides over my dripping cunt. My entire body arches and he smiles again. "Beg, my love. Use that mouth for something else then a place for me to dump my cum."

That mother fucker. "You assh-" he bucks his hips again and breaks me mid-sentence. I growl at him.

"I don't think that's how begging works. C'mon. Beg me to fuck you. I know you want to."

It was weird hearing him swear. Not just swear, but use vulgar words in general. I used them everyday. It was like saying 'hi' to someone. But Spencer? Noup.

I gave up. I close my eyes and just make peace with my fate. "Please, Spencer."

He bends down and kisses my lips. "You have to be specific, my love. What do you want from me?"

I'm boiling at this point. Do I have a choice? If I want to be fucked, not really. "I want you to fuck me, please me, make me cum. I'm fucking tired of being teased." I practically cry out the last part.

He smirks and I let go of my grip on his hair. He doesn't move, he is still looking me directly in the eyes as he slides one hand down and caresses my inner thigh. He goes over my cunt with his entire hand and I loudly gasp. He watches, enjoys the reactions he gets as he touches me. He brings his hand up and licks his two fingers and then slides them down again.

Baby, you don't need no more moisture, I'm wet enough.

His hand finally connects to my core and he starts making circles around my clit. My body erupts. I no longer have control over my reactions. My eyebrows furrow, my mouth is wide open and it's letting out moans, whines, sounds I didn't even know I could make. And he simply watches. From time to time he would bend down and kiss my neck, maybe even bite down on it, making me buck my entire body up.

"God, you're so fucking wet." he says and starts rubbing up and down my entrance. "You're so pretty. My pretty girl."

I'm melting. Melting into his sinister hands that are touching me in the most horrid ways. And I wouldn't stop him even in a million fucking years.

He slides the fingers in, gently, slowly, caringly. I let out a loud moan, slapping my mouth after I do. Just as I did, his other hand takes my wrist and pulls it off. Holding it, he collects my other hand and pins both of them above my head. "Why would you do that?" he asks. But I don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. "You sound so beautiful when you moan for me. You sound so pretty."

His knuckles are now buried deep inside my pussy and he starts to pump them in and out. When he slides them back in, his thumb hits my clit and he curls his fingers inside just enough to hit that little spot. Every movement he made was followed by that wet sound. I just knew his fingers were drowning in my arousal, and I just knew he was so eager to put his cock inside there too.

He kisses my jaw, my neck, my cheeks. He is enjoying this. Pleasuring someone you truly love is pleasure to you as well. His other hand in on my thigh, pulling it away so he has better access and can slide in deeper then he usually could. In between my own sounds, I can hear him groan whenever I jerk my hips upward and slightly stoke him against my leg.

I want more. Now, I'm just desperate because I don't want to finish now. I want to cum over his cock while he is buried all the way inside. I want him to see that little blub in my stomach appear and disappear as he fucks me.

Like on cue, as if he heard me, he pulls his hand away and climbs the bed again. Pushing my legs fully apart, he aligns himself at my entrance. He pushes, but purposefully jerks himself up so he slides against my clit. I see him place himself on my abdomen as if he is looking how far he goes when he's inside.

"Look at how deep I can bury myself in you, love." he admires and glides his fingers over my skin. He pulls back and leans over to the drawer next to our bed. For a moment he rummages through it. "Shit."

I look over, trying to figure out what was going on. "What is it?"

He pauses and looks at me. "We don't have any condoms."

Well shit.

But I put on my big girl face. "And?"

He looks slightly surprised by my reaction. "No protection?"

I shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?" I smirk, moving myself lower on the bed and connecting myself with him. He really was hard.

He says nothing and just enters. He pushes in with quite a bit of force. I let out a quiet scream at his motion. I still needed time to adjust to his length. But he didn't care. He was already in full force, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His hands go down and wrap around my hips and he uses them to pull me on himself as he continues to pound me.

The room is filled with my whines and moans, the sounds of our hips connecting and slamming against each other, and his groans. I love when he groans. I know he feels good. I make him feel good.

"You're so tight. It's so warm inside." he says through rough groans.

His fingers are diving inside the skin of my hips. I feel pain as he squeezes them. I push the feeling away, I even don't have to. The feeling of his dick hitting my deepest point is strong enough to push it away almost instantly.

The repetitive slamming into me lures my finish to approach. It's forming in my gut and I feel it slowly coming as he continues fucking me mercilessly, rough and fast thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum- Oh, God, Spence." I saw, although I'm not sure how I managed to.

Just as I said that, I felt my climax get at its highest point, and I was about to finish-

He pulls out.

What the fuck?!

"Wha- what are you doing?" I stutter, the high still in the air but it's fading away.

He looks down and has a wicked smile on his face. His cheeks are deep red and his hair is damp from his sweat. "I'm not done with you. Turn around."

I'm mad. Furious. I want to defy him so badly, I want to say 'no', maybe even flip him off. But I want to finish. I was just about to. So I do as I'm told. I prompt myself up and turn around and stand on all fours on the bed. Might I add that this is my favorite position.

I expect him to align himself again and continue to thrust like he did, but he gets off the bed and walks over to the corner of the room. The corner where he keeps his bag for work. I hear a clank before he walks back behind me. He places his hand on my upper back and slightly pushes, indicating for me to lower myself even more. My face and chest lay on the mattress. My ass is now the only thing in the air.

This position gives him more access. I am ready for it to hurt before I can adjust myself to his length again at this angle. Yet again, I don't get what I'm expecting. He takes my wrist and places it behind my back, then the other and connects it with my other one. I hear that clank again. He takes one of my wrists again and puts the metal around it.

It's his fucking cuffs.

He puts his cuffs on and thugs on the chain between them to pull my arms back. He pulls so much that I have to lift myself slightly off the bed. I tremble. Out of excitement. Our of slight fear. Out of horniness, simply.

I feel him bend down and kiss my back. He knows I love that. It feels very intimate to me. He kisses down my spine and then slaps my ass. I yelp, not just by the sudden contact, but also because he slapped it pretty hardly. Not enough to leave a bruise, but it will definitely go red in a few seconds.

"You ready?"

There are certain points in our sex life when he asks, or even simply warns to hold on tight to anything. Since I was obviously restrained, he's asking. That is enough to know this was going to be really good.

"Yeah." I whisper, my face buried back into our bed.

"You know I love you, right?" he whispers again and pushes his tip into my cunt.

My breath trembles since I was still sensitive from the high I missed a few minutes ago. "I know."

"Good. Because for the next few minutes it might not look like I do."

He didn't give me time to respond. He slammed himself inside, making me scream out. This was enough for the neighbors to hear. He started thrusting. I still wasn't adjusted to this position, and his cock was hitting from a new angle that allowed much better access. I felt pain. But, God, was it good. My eyes started watering from the pain as I couldn't take it. I prayed that my pussy would stretch just slightly so I could take him a bit easier.

After a short while, I did. The slight pain was still there. It couldn't really go away from the force he was driving himself in. And then it happened. He slapped my ass again. It was a strong slap. His hand was big enough to cover my entire cheek. I yelp at the sudden pain.

As he continues to thrust, I feel him occasionally twitch. That can mean only one thing. He is about to cum again. Just when I realize that, he speeds up. He pulls on the cuffs and makes me get up from the bed. He's pulling hard enough to hold me in the air.

He hits again, going back to squeeze after. I feel the slight burn of his slaps. Another one connects to my skin and with it I feel that high again. I don't want it to escape again, so I bend slightly so he feels me letting him slide even deeper.

Spencer quickly realizes what I'm trying to tell him, but there's not much left before I feel him hammer himself once, then again, just as I feel my climax release. I scream out, and I feel him empty himself inside.

It takes him a few seconds to calm down before he lets me fall down on the bed again. I'm a fucking mess. He takes off the cuffs and places my hands on my sides before he bends down and removes my hair from the back of my neck and kisses in that spot.

"My perfect girl." he cooed. "You're so fucking special."

I breathe deeply. "Well..." I begin as he lays down next to me. "That was fun." I feel his cum drip down out of my cunt.

He chortles. "That's one way to put it."

I was about to marry this man. I loved every inch of him. Every version there was of him. There was nothing that could take that away from me.

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[pia-nor481]

Daniel Ricciardo NSFW alphabet

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

He very much likes looking after her, so imagine long showers/ baths. He is certified skincareologist-he has watched her do the routines so many times that he's a professional now. Plus he loves to rub moisturisers all over her body. He loves physical contact so don't expect to be left alone.

B-Body part (what is their favourite part of theirs and their partner?)

I think he really likes his abs, it's just nice to look at. (The fact he doesn't like his side profile is criminal)

He LOVES his partners hips, perfect to grab. I believe he likes to hold her hips when dancing, or railing her.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

I don't think he Cums a lot, volume wise. But he just loves to cum. I believe he has a preference of cumming inside, however he's happy with where ever she wants it.

D-Dirty secret (just a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he’d really want to fuck in slightly public places, a pool is the best example. Just something about it is so appealing.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

VERY. He's obviously very attractive and so has had many girls. He's learned all of the possible techniques and doesn't need guidance. He loves to try our new methods and can read her like a book.

F- Favourite position

Cowgirl- I don't know what you expected from me. He loves any position where she's riding him. Or maybe where she's up against a wall. He also definitely likes car sex (have you seen the interview?)

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

75% serious. He likes to really focus on the sex but other times he just can't help but he his funny self.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

The hair is exactly the same. I will say though he strikes me as someone who's completely clean shaven, but waits quite a while to shave again. It's not a matter of forgetting or laziness, but actually convince. He doesn't have to trim it as often this way. He does have a tummy trail which I think is cute- even though no one asked.

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic? Pleasure driven?)

Very romantic, he likes to be sweet and loving. Daniel definitely likes to hold hands. But I can also see him just repeating "fuck" as he's pounding her when she's pushed up against some wall, and he's just so desperate for pleasure that's all he can think about.

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Self care king. He actually really likes to masturbate, whether that he by himself or with her watching. He does really enjoy his hand.

K- Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM- not in a super SM way. He likes restraints and blindfolds, but not necessarily pain. A little is fun, just enough that it doesn’t cause an issue for the following day

Wax- he likes to drip hot wax down her body during the off season. This definitely started with one of those lotion candles and then with some other low temperature melting candles.

Edging- Daniel loves hearing her beg to cum, bucking her hips towards him just for that release. But he doesn’t like to give it to her straight away.

L- Location (their favourite place)

Anywhere in the house-the kitchen is great for bending her over, or eating her out while she's sat on the counter. The living room is perfect for soft/cuddley sofa sex, or when she wants to ride him, but he must have his hands on her.

The car- anytime Daniel gets a new car he makes a point of driving her somewhere, whether it's just the longest route possible or to go to a secluded location. He likes the option of her riding him in the front, or fucking her in the back. Also, road head!!

M- Motivation (what gets them going?)

He loves a sexy phone call, or a really long voice note of her pleasuring herself. He's not fond of sexting but, phone sex is one of his favourites. So just hearing her saying things like "I'm so wet just thinking about what you're going to do to me tomorrow." He just can't resist.

The dancing has made a come back, even if it's very innocent, he'll find a way.

He's a man and so will like visual things, so anytime you're showing him an outfit, or he sees lingerie.

N- No (what turns them off)

Anything typically considered "gross" like piss and such. This might just be me protecting my hate, you do you though.

I also don't think he wasn't to be a cuck. Or a bottom tbh

O- Oral (preference on giving or receiving. Skill)

This man loves blow jobs so much it's unreal. I could spend hours talking about this. He enjoys most techniques, when his tip is up against the roof of her mouth, or pushing against her cheek, or when is dick is down her throat. He loves it all!!! He does also really love giving, I think this is something he's grown more into liking. He might need a little convincing for her to ride his face but once he starts he doesn't want to stop. Pussy DRUNK.

P- Pace (Are they fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

He loves to be sensual, his love language is physical touch so you should know he's taking his time to really feel absolutely everything. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy hardcore. He likes rough and hard, he likes to be fast, when he wants to prove a point ;)

Q- Quickie (their opinions on them? How often?)

He is very neutral. It happens every now and then, he does enjoy them, but would definitely prefer lots of foreplay and teasing, no matter how much he likes to cum.

R- Risk (will they experiment? Do they take risks?)

I don't know if this is an Australian thing, but these lot seem to be up for pretty much everything. So I think he's more than happy to try anything that isn't a hard no. So he definitely takes risks.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they go for?)

I don't think that many rounds (as much as I love him, he is 34) but that doesn't stop him. Probably 2/3

T-Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themself?)

I think there is one of every kind. But only one toy gets used at a time. You can have cuffs or a vibrator, not both. He doesn't really use them on himself, unless he's

U-Unfair (how much do they tease?)

He absolutely loves it. He’ll be torturing her clit for ages, then just pull away to kiss around her cunt, or onto her thighs. In my mind he always runs his hands over her body in a featherlight teasing manner.

V-Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

He groans very loud, and it’s always super throaty. I think he gets out of breath very quickly where he really likes to talk through out. It’s another way of his teasing.

W-Wild card (a random headcanon)

I think he actually quite liked period sex. Idk why, not to bring up the Australian thing again, but I genuinely believe he’d really like it. Just the intimacy and providing relief ig.

X-X-ray (how big are they?)

Definitely quite long, but not that thick. I think either bends very lightly left, or up.

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Not that high, however if she wanted to fuck, he’s never going to say no. I think now that he’s doing a lot more, he’s a lot busier :(

Z-Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

I like to think that he stays up quite late. Daniel likes to fall asleep to noise (cannon) so he’d like conversations or just generally listening to her talk. Or maybe he’d put some soft music on.

Pinterest wasn’t giving what I needed today. I was looking for such a specific image but it wasn’t providing.

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[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ Lustful Glances ♠️

A/N: So, ehm. Actually, this was a request from an anonymous sender, but since Tumblr spun yesterday and the question is no longer there, I have to write it as a normal text now, for better or worse. 😞

I hope the sender reads it anyway and likes the little story! ✨

Characters: Chishiya

POV: fem!reader ; Smut!

Warnings: NSFW, please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with sexual content and when you are under 18 years old!

I've known Chishiya long enough to know what he's like. Unlike most people I've met at the Beach, Chishiya is not only a rather quiet and introverted person, but he's also a person who doesn't think twice about drugs, sex and alcohol. He lives his life in a sober state and doesn't have any great lust potential that makes him want to sleep with someone on a daily, weekly or monthly basis. He can be proud of that.

However ... these are sides of his personality that most people are aware of. To be precise, it is no secret. Well, but because of the relationship we have with each other, I have knowledge about him that people around me would define as ... unbelievable.

It's days like these when Chishiya can show a different side of herself. Where he is no longer just the quiet and well-behaved little guy he usually presents himself as. It's hard to believe - but it's true: there are days or moments when even he throws all rationality overboard. Especially at times when his testosterone level tries to play a few tricks on him.

What do I mean by that? I'll tell you.

Imagine the initial situation as follows: I'm just sitting in my room reading one of the books I've discovered in the hotel library. A little more permissive, considering that the temperature is sometimes unbearable. If I had to define "permissive", I'm sitting on the floor in a pair of shorts and a bandeau, leaning against my bed while eating some snacks that Chishiya brought me after a game he finished yesterday.

The man in question came into the room. We spent time talking to each other, as we do very often. We exchanged new experiences or insights in Borderland- the usual. And although nothing happened between us, at some point I noticed Chishiyas eyes on me.

Later, we're laying in bed together. Next to each other. I keep reading my book and pretend not to notice how he keeps his eyes on me while he tries to just rest and relax a little. But when I see him start to look at me for the third time, I can't just leave it at a hidden smirk. And so I close the book and turn my attention to my comrade, who seems to be a little preoccupied at the moment.

"You're doing it again."

"Doing what again?" It is difficult to say whether he meant this question seriously or not.

His words sounded ironic, but his face shows that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"Looking at me ... with those eyes." I smirked at him, sliding down a little and turning on my side to be at eye level with him. "Those eyes I see way too rare, if you'd ask me, Chishiya."

"It was just a gaze", he says, but all I could do was shake my head "no", before sitting up a little again, just to look down on him.

"Stop kidding me", I whisper, "I know how you look at me when you are kind of aroused." It's clear to me. "We know very well that I know that best ..." He gulps.

And with his inability to speak I know I was right with what I'm saying. So I took the chance to lean over him, so that our faces are dangerously close to each others. Yes, I can feel his heavier getting breath against my lips, which makes me smile just a little. Especially when I look into his brown, beautiful eyes, giving me the opportunity to tease him.

"So lustful, babe ..."

"Y/N ..."

"No." I know he wants to deny it. "I saw them. Many times. During conversations. While you were talking to others. In our most intimate moments we share together." We aren't a couple so far- yet we slept so many times with one another. ”The sparkle in your eyes is the same they spread when I kissed your lips so intensely. I saw it when you tried your best to make me as horny as you and the sparkle was there, when you fucked me until my biggest satisfaction ..." While I'm talking, I take the liberty of running a hand over the bulge that has already formed in his pants.

A quiet "Hm~" escapes his lips, his eyes do close in contenment.

”Try to convince me otherwise, love ..."

”No." That's all what he says- for now. ”Please ..."

"Please?"

"Don't ... take your hand away ..." What was that?

Chishiya Shuntaro begs me not to take my hand off his dick? Pathetic. But ... not in a bad way. It ... is arousing ... and I like the fact that it seems to be me who has him - in the truest sense of the word - in my hand today.

"Chishiya ..." Starting to place soft kisses on his neck, I can't help but have to grin which gets wider and wider with every moan he tries to hide from me. „You want me that bad today, huh ...?" Now I peck him a kiss onto the corner of his lips, moving my hand, which rested on his even harder getting cock, making him hissing in pain and desire. "Then you have to tell me ..." Whispering these words in his ear, I'm pretty sure it's giving him goosebumps. ”Tell me how much you want my hand around your cock ... Tell me how much you need me right now and tell me what you want me to do to relief you from suffering ..." Looking him into his eyes while saying all those things, is fun to me.

I love how he just gulps and stares at me completely helpless, not being able to say what I want him to say. And because he isn't saying what I want to hear from him, I grin cheekily, giving him a kind of sadistic "Such a pity ..." and hint at letting go of his aroused member. Nothing he allows. Rather, he's overcome by a "Don't...!" as he grabs my wrist jerkily to stop me from letting go of him. Chishiya even goes so far as to simply guide my hand under his pants so that I have even better access to him. That wasn't what I wanted to achieve, but at least I have him where I want him- he's horny. And wants nothing more than to cum through me.

"Want me to satisfy you, Chichiya ... ?"

"Nobody could better than you, Y/N ...", he says, his words making me kind of happy. "Guess you're not in the mood, b-but I need you ... I ... I need you to make me cum ..." His hips are moving as if he were somehow trying to make himself more comfortable than with a still hand, which only increases the pressure he feels. "I'll do what you want. If you want me to cum all over your face, I will. If you want to swallow my sperm, you can. I'll make a mess out of you but please ... please fuck me with your hands as well as you always do ..."

"Just with my hands?"

"I'd like your cunt more, but- damn!" Guess he wasn't expecting that I gonna start the show.

His head abruptly rests on the back of his neck, just as he had to abruptly interrupt his sentence. Only because I started moving my hand up and down to do him a favor. Still:

”But ...?" I look him into his half closed eyes. "Talk to me Chishiya ..."

"Ngh~ ... but ... fuck ... it's so good ... Y/N ... you make me feel ... so good ..."

"I know ..." I say, "but that's not what you wanted to say."

"I-I ... but ... your hands would be enough for me ..." Chuckles. "A blowjob would be nice, too ..."

"You love it when I suck you out, huh? You enjoy it when you see how my hand getting covered by your sperm and you really do like it, when you see me swallow your whole juice with just one gulp, don't you?" He nods.

"Imagine these situations makes me crazy, Y/N ..." He smiles to me, stretching up a little to indicate that he wants to enjoy a kiss, which of course I give him.

Intensive. Lustful. But above all very passionate. I meaned what I said: we are not a couple yet. But sometimes, making out with him - having sex with him - makes me feel like we are. Our kisses are something magical to me. How he adapts to my rhythm. How he grabs my lower lip with his teeth and starts to gnaw on it playfully. And his tongue ... He can work well with it. He do know so well how he has to use it, no matter what.

And so do I know how skilled I am with just my hands. Stroking him up and down, faster and slower, harder and softer- it mades him moan so amazing, it's music to my ears.

"C-Coming ...", he says and breaks away from the lovely kiss we shared.

A loud groan comes over him while I bumped his shaft, sucking and biting his sensitive skin on his neck, to place some hickeys here and there, after which it only takes a few more movements to ensure that my working hand is flooded with warm secretions. Not gonna lie, felling this makes me kind of proud- it's just:

"We have just started, love." His eyes are half-closed as I say these words. "Pull down your pants, darling, I've got something nice planned for you ..." He can try to hide his satisfied grin, while I was licking my hand clean, but he won't be able to.

And although he is still a little out of breath, as is the case when you have just reached your climax, he obeys. Making myself prepared for what is coming now, I lean over him once again, to kiss his lips passionately. To place kisses everywhere where I'm able to. The corner of his mouth, his cheeks, his ears, neck, shoulder, chest, abdomen ... until I finally reached the point I made my goal. Glancing up to him as innocent as I am lol, you are not I kiss along his lower abdomen, placing some hickeys there, too, further along his cock, at the height of his groin. I can feel how he's moving his pelvis, trying to lead me in the correct direction, but that's not working on me.

"Patience, love ...", I whisper up to him, noticing his left hand on the back of my head, burying his fingers into my mane. "It's interesting to see how easy it is to get you hard again ..."

"Don't say such things ..."

"Why not?", I ask, grinning in a little mean way. "Feeling ashamed because of that? Since when? I thought you like to talk about facts ..." His grip on my hair tightens. "So assertive, Chishiya ..."

"Y/N, please ... you ... torture me enough ... please ... seeing you laying in front of my like that with your head almost between my legs, it makes me going insane ..."

"It really does." To tease him a little more, I finally licked over his blood filled cock with just the tip of my tongue, making him hiss another time. "You really want me to suck your dick out, huh? Would that make you happy, Chishiya ...?" He gulps, trying to find his voice back.

"I-It would ..."

"Sure it would", I said calmly, smiling up to him. "You better enjoy this then, honey ... and don't you dare moving your hips yourself or my head, making me suck you as deep as you want- you know what that means, otherwise, so be a good guy~." With that I start taking his dick as deep with my mouth as I could.

He gives me a loud "F-Fuck ...!" but I don't care about it. I concentrate on the essentials. On his satisfaction. However, I can't deny that I'm not getting horny myself from what we're doing here, which is why I occasionally let out a little moan myself. Good for him, I guess. The vibrations that arise for him must bring a certain something with them. At least, he seems to enjoy it.

This is made clear to me by his increasingly loud tones, which leave his lips uncontrollably. Every time I let his cock enter my mouth - where I lick my tongue over his tip, which is covered by his precum - his pleasant voice comes into play.

"Y/N, I-I'm ..." In my head I already say the sentence: do it.

Come inside me. But I can't bring myself to say it. Admittedly, I don't even want to. I don't want to make him wait any longer and deny him his orgasm, so I just keep sucking and bumping my head up and down, until he finally starts shaking a little and starts calling my name, pressing my head a little down by reflex, to inject his seeds as deep as possible into my throat.

And I swallow it. I swallow every drop he is losing or even pressing out of his shaft, until his dick feels finally empty again. I lick and suck him completely clean- and with a satisfied grin, I let go of him with the aim of lying down next to him again while he tries to catch his breath, watching him.

"And?", I ask, "you feeling better now?"

"Stupid question", he says, but laughs while shaking his head and puts his pants back on, before immediately and unexpected rolling a little over me. „Anyways ..." He looks me deep into my eyes, putting his hand onto my naked belly, which now makes me gulp and him smiling a little evil. "Now it's my turn to give you what you deserve ..."

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[snippychicke]

Kinktober Week Two-- Garp

Prompt: Phone Sex

Warnings: these poor communication snails. Otherwise just a lot of dirty talk. Nsfw, 18+, just look at the title.

You sat at the library of the marine headquarters, mindlessly reading quite possibly the only piece of fiction in the entire place. The library was calm, quiet, with just a few soldiers as well as cadets milling about, looking through old journals and log books. Pieces of history to help them plan the future.

You sat at the library of the marine headquarters, mindlessly reading quite possibly the only piece of fiction in the entire place. The library was calm, quiet, with just a few soldiers as well as cadets milling about, looking through old journals and log books. Pieces of history to help them plan the future.

The quiet was interrupted by a chirping sound. Not the transponder snail on your desk, but the ear-slug in your purse.

Garp.

Your breath caught, he rarely ever reached out on the private line, usually happy using the official lines even if it was just to whine and tell you how bored he was, or how much he missed you. Often to everyone else's annoyance.

You quickly fished the small conch out of your bag as you stood and retreated into your office, sure whatever he was calling for was private. "Garp?"

"Heh. Wasn't sure you'd answer," Came your husband's reply. "You do still keep the little bugger with you."

"Of course I do!" You said, though relief wasn’t instantaneous. You knew Garp, he'd chit chat before admitting he had a massive hole where his stomach was. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just missing you." There was a huskiness to his voice, making you frown. It wasn't pain. But… "Are you able to slip away and talk in private for a little bit?"

Something about the way he said it made you blush, as if he was right there whispering into your ear. "I'm in my office with the door closed."

"Perfect. Have you got a new desk yet?"

You blushed as you looked at your desk, covered with papers and books, it wasn't nearly as grand or large as the last one. Or the one before that. Or the one before that.

All broken by your husband during his… visits.

"I do. It's not very well made, I guess they got annoyed about how many we've broken."

His laughter echoed in your ear. "I can't wait to get back and break that one too. I'll push all those boring dusty reports to the side, throw you up there and start railing you. Whole place is going to hear me fuck my wife."

If your face was't red before it was now as you slumped in your chair. Throat became dry as you listened to his slightly-heavy breathing. "So that's why you called me."

His chuckles echoed down your spine, goosebumps pricking your skin. "I've been out to sea too long. Can you blame me for wanting to hear my wife's voice as I jacked myself off."

You could just imagine him in his quarters, sitting at his desk, legs splayed wide open, cock hard as the mast as he teased himself. After all, how many times had you seen it when you worked as his secretary? First on accident, then on purpose.

"Are you already touching yourself?" You purred, switching mental gears, and heard him groan in response.

"Barely. I wanted to see if I could get you at least breathing heavy first."

You relaxed back in your chair, teasing your nipple through your outfit. "What got you all hard and bothered, sailor?"

"All this goddamn paperwork made me remember the days you used to sit beneath my desk and reward me for doing my reports," He answered. "Talk about initiave when you have a pretty woman giving you head, knowing you get to fuck her wet pussy once you're finished."

Your breath hitched between his words and memories. Hearing him growl in frustration as he tore through his work as you lazily sucked him off. "It was the only way to get you to work," You teased, making him growl.

"You fucking loved it. You start loosening the buttons on your blouse, showing your cleavage as you delivered reports. Bright red lipstick. You were begging me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

"I was," You admitted with a sigh, now fully groping yourself. Eyes closed as you focused on his voice and memory. "But could you blame me? I was serving under the vice admiral. Those huge muscles, that smile. I swear your eyes smouldered when you’d eye-fuck me. And then that is cock of yours. So big and girthy. I felt like a cat in heat wanting to be fucked by it."

"I shouldn't have wasted time. I should have just bent you over my desk that first day and claimed you right then and there, instead of hoping you didn't notice me jacking off under my desk while watching you work."

Your pussy clenched at the thought, and your hand pulled up your skirt and brushed the fabric of your underwear. "That would have been some first impression. But I admit, it felt rather nice realizing I had the legendary Monkey D. Garp lusting over little ol' me."

"Turned you into a little brat," He moaned. You had no doubt he was touching himself now from the way he was breathing. Stroking his hard cock, head leaned back with eyes closed. It was such a beautiful image. "It was like you were testing your limits. Seeing how far you could push until I snapped."

"No. I wanted you to snap. I knew you wanted me. I knew the mess you were making beneath your desk--you're hardly quiet with those growls of yours. I wanted to hear those growls in my ear as you fucked me. Those hands gripping my hair."

That growl was cutting every breath now. "Fuck darling. Please tell me I got you a little wet."

"A little?" You moaned as you pushed your underwear aside and teased yourself. "Sir, I am dripping."

"That's my girl," He snarled. "Always so wet and willing. How long would it take for you to come for me?"

"I thought you just wanted my voice," You teased.

"Plans change. I wanna hear you come. I wanna hear you whine and moan as you fuck yourself. I want to hear you begging me to come there and fill your pussy up."

You whimpered as you started to finger fuck yourself, rolling your hips in time with your thrusts. "Please, promise me you will. As soon as you're back to headquarters."

"Oh yes," He panted. "As soon as this ship's close to shore I'm jumping overboard and running straight for you. Fuck everyone else, I'm going to find you first. I'm gonna carry you into that little office and eat that pussy until you're a sobbing mess, and then we're gonna break that damn desk as I fuck you. The whole base will know I'm back just to satisfy my wife."

#garp one piece #vice admiral garp #monkey d garp #garp x reader #monkey d garp x reader #opla garp

[beanibon]

hai (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

ive been reading your fics for a while now and i love them and look forward to each one 🩷

mayhaps i suggest one where vash get reader pregnant and it ignites more kinks?? lykk ugh ik breeding is such a heavy hc on vash so imagine whenever reader accidentally bumps her belly on any part of his body and his brain just *short circuits* 💥🥵 into a loving spiral of inappropriate thoughts--akdndnsomsnsjsndk feel free to disregard if u not comfy muah!

This gives such 98/BLR Vash vibes, so I hope you don't mind me incorporating that into this request. But honestly though interpret however you feel 💜

TW: dubcon, breeding kink, sex during pregnancy, creampie, vash calling himself daddy (cause he would), mummy kink, breastfeeding kink.

The moment Vash could see that beautiful baby bump it drove him crazy, worshipping your stomach every spare second, showering you in kisses. So the moment you grew bigger, waddling around the house you could only imagine how Vash reacted.

Every spare moment Vash found a way to pamper you, or coo at your stomach at your unborn child. You adored how enthusiastic he was, it was quite adorable.

For years he had only ever dreamed of having a child, now that dream was becoming reality. Vash could pamper you endlessly now, already finding out how holding your stomach had you sighing with relief. He found it cute.

Your soft called summoned him into the kitchen, happily skipping up to you. Loving greeting you with endless kisses to your beautiful neck, drinking in every giggle. You were so perfect to him, everything about you had him in giddy delight.

"Can you please grab those spices for me? It's hard to reach without hitting my stomach." Vash was happy to oblige, sidestepping around you to grab the spices. As he reached up, you turned, stomach bumping into his side.

Apologies spilt from your lips, but Vash heard nothing, mind far from blank with all the thoughts flashing through it. Unholy and very inappropriate thoughts.

The sensation of your curved stomach pressed into his side made him almost carnal, mind running wild with all the things he could do.

"Vash?" Your sweet voice drove him to look at you, smile wobbly. "You're hard."

Blinking, Vash looked down, jumping as he turned away. Shielding his erection with his jacket, he offered you an awkward grin, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Geez, sorry about that Mayfly, don't know what's happening there haha." His voice was flustered, silently willing his cock to unharden.

"Vash, if you're wanting sex I'm not at all offended by it, we're married you know." You teased gently, cupping his face to have him looking at you.

Excitement was evident in the way he looked back down at you, pulling closer until your baby bump pressed carefully against his stomach. It had his eyes rolling back into his skull, groaning at how his cock ached within his pants.

"Might wanna take dinner off the stove beautiful."

You had been placed comfortably on your side, Vash slipping a fluffed up pillow underneath your stomach. He was so gentle with everything he did, placing a leg over his shoulder to angle his cock perfectly inside your soft walls.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, make you cum around my cock." Vash moaned, thrusts short and sweet.

Teeth grazed your leg, leaving small love bites wherever his lips touched. Vash was needy, with one hand placed so lovingly on your stomach, the other massaging your thigh. It drove you wild how his hands tenderly graced your skin, even if you did cringe slightly the moment he so proudly called himself 'daddy'.

"Go-gonna cum beautiful, pump you full of my seed until your swelling with more of my children," Vash shivered, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Gonna look so beautiful, daddy's gonna love you."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Vash's warm seed was pumped into your orgasming cunt, panting heavily as you leaned back, watching as Vash drooled at the sight. That hungry gaze had you sighing, knowing your sweet husband hadn't been satiated quite yet.

"Go on, I don't mind Vash." You encouraged, giggling at the way he kissed your stomach.

What you didn't expect was Vash flipping you on your back, instantly uncomfortable at laying flat. Your lungs were already struggling to suck in air, hands squeezing Vash's bicep as you tried to get him to prop something under you.

Only Vash didn't, the moment he saw you struggling, uncomfortable and squirming, it lit something primal in him.

The way your head was thrown back, crying out as Vash thrusted into you, watching as your swollen breasts bounced painfully at his rapid thrusts. Your large belly was bouncing slightly against his own stomach, and it only made Vash shudder and groan.

With your head pounding with an oncoming headache, whiny pleas spilling from your drooling lips. Crying out when rough hands pinched, pulled and massaged your bruised breasts.

Guilt started to form in the pit of Vash's gut, seeing his beautiful partner crying at his advances, but for some reason he couldn't stop, apologies fired rapidly your way. When his release was close he pulled out, fisting his cock until he was coming all over you.

The sight had Vash melting, seeing that beautiful stomach coated in his seed, he was swooning until your pained groaned had him scooping your body into his arms.

"I'm sorry Mayfly, you looked too gorgeous, please forgive me. Can I get you anything, water? Maybe some pain meds?" He rubbed your back, easing the tension that caused it to ache. You just nodded tiredly as Vash propped some pillows behind you, ensuring you were comfortable before running off to grab water and meds.

As Vash came sulking back, passing you the much required painkillers, he snuggled up to you, nuzzled into the side of your breast. You placed his prosthetic hand over your stomach, lips pressed onto Vash's forehead in a loving kiss.

"Please don't do that again sweetie, I know you've been holding back for months now, but I can't lay on my back anymore." You explained gently as if Vash was a child, fingers combing his spikey blonde hair.

"Of course Mayfly, I'm sorry." Vash hid his face in your neck, breathing in your natural scent.

His eyes drifted down to your breasts again, saliva pooling in his mouth once more.

"Hey Mayfly?"

"Yes Vash?"

"They say breastfeeding helps you bond with the baby."

"Yes, I know... what are you suggesting Vash?" Your voice held a warning tone, already gaining some idea as to where he was going with this.

"This baby also need to bond with its mummy."

"I swear to god Vash, you're not drinking my breast milk."

"Our child needs to learn to share with its daddy!"

You swore to only have one child after this, turns out Vash managed to persuade you to have three more.

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Love you all heaps 💜

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Zones and Photography for Fools Rush In! Steve. Preferably pre-nomad 😆

I read every update of yours as soon as I get the notification. Keep up the good work. You are amazing <333333

From this dirty ask game but okay, wait, I hope I'm understanding this correctly.

Fools Rush In!Steve is post-canon--he's a version of Steve that came back after replacing the Stones from Endgame,--so technically, he already went through his actual Nomad years. I'm gonna have to assume you me pre-Dignity of His Choice (since that's when he kinda looks like Nomad or Ari Levinson whoops again) which is fine because after all of Dignity's angst, I'm sure people are afraid of where that leaves us--terrible of me to leave y'all hanging so long, sorry. OH CRAP! Welp. This is gonna have some spoilers sorta kinda for the honeymoon fic in the works...Yes, Ro, but when will we ever get that f***ing thing???

So. Right. Here we go! Sorry, but MINORS DNI for these still.

woahhhhh omg he glows so pretty 🫠🤤

Z - Zones

Oh boy, oh boy!

Is it hot in here??? Just me? Sure. That checks out.

Steve has diminished sensitivity after the serum. It makes him stronger to feel less pain, but it's slightly more difficult in nearly ever other aspect of life. He feeds his tactile experience with the acuity of his enhanced senses. Ever heard the expression 'eating with your eyes?' Like that.

The sight of you, the smell of you, what you sound like, how you taste, these are all things he can absorb to fill in the gaps of his touch.

Now, the caveat? He's not a fucking idiot. He can tell if you are kissing, biting, scratching, or gripping him. He knows these are things you do for your enjoyment as well, so that fuels his entertainment during sex. After a whole lot of wallowing over how disconnected he felt without sensitivity, he understands this actually brings you two closer together because pleasure and intimacy is truly a shared experience.

Uh. Also. His neck. No judgment but he can hear and smell you very well if you pay attention to his neck. That's pretty great. He likes that.

P - Photography

Honestly, I just want to burst out laughing even imagining Steve taking a dick pic much less sending it 🤣 If he did do something like that, it would be an accident, and that boi would rush into some lab and insist there was a super secret mission to completely delete the contents of your phone before you opened it. I feel like he'd be lucky if he didn't just smash the phone itself out of panic. Seriously, I'M IN TEARS. Just no, hard no on the sending nudes.

I also think he'd be super worried about privacy if you sent them. The idea is sound, and it's not like he wouldn't enjoy them. Steve doesn't trust technology that much though, so not digital. Analog. Old school is the way to go. Which bring us to this cheeky bastard on his honeymoon with Keeps.

Enjoy this excerpt I've sat on for a year!

“What’s that?” “Your wedding present,” Steve beams. He fakes a frown at your following ‘we weren’t doing presents’ look. “Not big ones. They’re just for fun.” He picks up another Canon film camera, a hefty black and silver thing from his hard-sided suitcase, and hands it to you. “Thought they’d be nice for the trip.” You weigh it in your hands and eye the Polaroid then switch with Steve. “That’s more of an artsy-fartsy Sketch thing,” you say, stepping around him with your new toy, rushing to grab toasty sweatpants from your own bag. As you bend over to pull out the garment though, you hear a mechanical click and whip around. Steve still faces away from you, but his head is slightly turned and he softly whistles, so of course, you lift your camera and snap a picture of his ass, too. He wrinkles his nose, looking over his shoulder with an unhidden smile. You shake out the photo card provocatively while he suits up for the fireside in a sweater and jeans. He glances at the developed shot and, seeming satisfied, plants one more kiss on your forehead. He hums as he holds up his picture of you entering the tent, thumb tracing the line of your hip exposed like it was on the glossy magazine pages after your bear debacle. “Yes, out there distracting all the wild animals,” you joke. “It’s working,” he mutters. “Hungry, Misses Rogers?”

Also, lest we forget, Steve has an incredible memory. He does not need footage to remember exactly what it looks like when his cock is slowly dragging in and out of you, or how your ass jiggles as he ::cough:: enthusiastically fucks makes love to you ::cough::

Thank you for asking!

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SKETCH, MY BELOVED...

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heyo! can you do a part two to that masky kinktober thing? like when they actually meet up? tyty!! love ur writing!!

I finally finished it! Hope this isn't too heavy. Thank you for filling my brain with these thoughts, anon. Here's the link to part one for anyone interested in the relationship between masky and the reader in this fic. This one occurs immediately after part one.

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#1 Crush | Masky x afab!reader | 2.3k words

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: daddy mentions, breeding kink, name-calling, mask kink, home invasion but consensual?, explicit consent, minor fear play, unprotected sex, skipping foreplay

After finishing up the scene, you were exhausted. You used so much energy and passion, you wanted nothing more than to clean up and pass out for the rest of your evening. Rolling your chair back, you stood and stretched. After collecting your things you walked into the bathroom to rinse off the toys you had used. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

You spent a while in there, using soap and water to wash off the dried lube. The pair of panties you had inside you earlier was lying on the counter. You eyed them, recounting everything that had happened during the call. You took them out not too long ago, almost immediately after the scene. It wasn't particularly comfortable to have them shoved inside of you, but the sensation had you craving this man you didn't know. "Themaskedman" really had wanted you to send them to him and you were planning to do so the next day. You could only imagine the things he intended to do with them? Wrap them around his cock and jack off? Put them in his mouth and try to catch a taste of you? Either way, you ached and yearned for him.

He hadn't told you his real name, but you were obsessed with what you did know about him. You thought his cock was gorgeous and his mask was pretty, too. It was oddly soft and feminine, but hidden behind it was a man so depraved and needy - just like you.

You eventually rounded your things up and returned to your bedroom, organizing your toys and redressing into the robe you had cammed in. Flopping onto your bed, you sighed. If only he could have you in person. With that mask, too. He could rough you up without having to pretend over video calls. It had been a long time since you haven't pretended. Turning to your side, you flicked off your bedside light. You supposed now would be the best time to wind down for the day. You wouldn't have to cam again in a while and were excited to spend some time offline.

Your phone lit the front of your face as you laid. Whining, you opened your private DMs with themaskedman. Reading through the old messages excited you. You started mindlessly grinding into nothing. Would it be stupid to be so horny for him? He was paying you well, and you should be getting money out of each interaction with him but for some reason, you felt addicted. You wanted him.

you: so since you're kinda like my sugar daddy, i was curious. what do you do. like for work

You sent the message, body buzzing with anticipation. Surprisingly, he answered rather quickly.

themaskedman: nothing you need to worry your little head over, princess.

People called you pet names all the time: baby, honey, whore, slut, princess even - but from him? This name was special. The way he spoke to you made you feel so light and airy. You recalled the slight rasp in his voice and the slight southern drawl that he seemed to hide from you.

you: if you say so. but... any name i can call you by?

He took longer this time to respond, seemingly considering his answer.

themaskedman: hows masky sound? cute isn't it. unless youd like to call me daddy - since i'm kinda like your sugar daddy.

You huffed, laughing into your pillow.

you: i guess masky works fine ;)

You sat for a moment, thinking of something to say while he responded.

themadskedman: so you couldn't stay away from me huh? i can tell you don't get the attention you deserve. people expect so much from you and don't give anything back

you: im only a little touch starved. care to come by and ravish me?

He took several moments to respond, three dots flashing as he thought of an answer.

themaskedman is typing.

Had you gone too far? Was he put off by your abruptness? You frowned. Oh, how you hoped you hadn't ruined anything. He really was your sugar daddy and you were willing to give him something saccharine in return. You remembered his husky body, chubbier in the stomach with coarse wisps of hair on his thighs. Calloused, working hands that surely hadn't seen a day's rest. Absentmindedly, you rubbed yourself.

themaskedman shared a location.

You froze for a moment, dripping with a mix of fear and excitement. The location he sent you was your own, apartment number and all. You rubbed yourself a little heavier. He probably just found your address online, big whoop. You'd thought you'd been keeping yourself pretty secure, but maybe you were wrong. It was bound to happen.

themaskedman: only if you buzz me in

From the other room, the uncanny sound of the apartment's call box rang. Heart racing and heat dripping, you cautiously stood up from the bed. Heading over to your front door your vision confirmed what you had heard. You hesitantly pressed the button, allowing him access to the building. He was really here.

you: youre actually here?

themaskedman: I told you we'd make it 100 for a playdate.

You shivered as a knock rapt softly at your door. How had he gotten here so quickly? You ended the stream with him about 2 hours ago now. It shouldn't have been possible.

Reaching for the doorknob, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it. You sheepishly peered out. Letting out a gasp, you stepped back a bit. He was taller than you expected and still wore the feminine mask.

"Can I come in? Ravish you?"

You nodded sheepishly, moving out of his way, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together. You realized you were wearing the exact robe he liked. Once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him. His boots were heavy on your apartment's wooden floors and he quickly worked to unlace them. You took note of his clothes: a heavy tan jacket, roughed-up pants, and a sturdy set of boots. He definitely didn't look like any sort of executive or CEO.

"You really wanna do this?" he asked.

You looked him in the eyes, hidden behind the dark sockets of his mask.

"Yes, I do. I'm sure of it." you said.

"You need it as badly as I crave you, too, right? You can feel it?" he murmured.

He snaked his hand into yours, rubbing his calloused fingers against your pampered ones. Leaning in closer, he nudged his head against yours. Dangerous? With a soft romantic side? You were way more into this than you expected.

"I don't just let any stranger into my house you know," you started.

"Oh? Not exactly strangers anymore. You fucked your pretty ass on camera for me."

"I'm willing to do a lot more than that. I think you're... special."

His hands raised to caress your sides, tracing his fingers up and down your waist.

"How did you find me here?" you asked him.

"I'm obsessed with you." he mumbled behind the mask, "may I?"

Fingers grasped at the strings of your robe.

"Please," you smiled.

Tugging at the straps, the robe shrugged down your shoulders, revealing your bare chest and legs. From behind the mask, his eyes scoured your figure as he hesitantly reached to cusp your breasts. Laughing, you grabbed his hands in yours and guided him, encouraging him to massage and kneed at you. Eventually, his thumbs slid over your nipples, carefully pulling and twisting. You let out a shaky moan.

"You're being so gentle. I thought you were here to ravish me?" you asked.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're so... fragile."

Pulling off the rest of the robe, you led him over to the bed.

"I promise you won't," you said.

You sat down as he took off his coat, followed by his shirt, and his worn-down jeans. He took extra care in stripping off his boxers, revealing his cock to you. He certainly was the same person who had video-called you earlier in the night.

You noticed he hadn't moved to take the mask off, but you weren't going to fight him on it. You liked the secrecy. The scary, mystery that anybody could be behind that mask.

Leaning back onto the bed, you lifted your feet to rest on the mattress, spreading yourself open for him.

"Does it look better in person?" you asked.

"It's everything I imagined and more."

"And how exactly do you intend to "ravish me"?"

He walked up to the mattress, leaning over your body.

"Looking into your eyes." he said.

"Missionary? Wouldn't expect it from a man like you."

"If it means I get to see all of you. You're always doing all the work on your streams. Don't you wanna be a pillow princess just this once?"

You smirked. It did sound nice - letting someone else take control of you.

He turned you around, laying you on your back with your head resting on your pillows. You had already begun physically dripping for him, something you rarely felt yourself do anymore. It was exciting - overwhelming even. He reached to push his fingers inside of you, but you stopped him before he could.

"Please, I just want your cock inside me now. Don't you think we've done enough foreplay? I've already cum tonight, I'm as ready for you as I'll ever be."

The mask tilted to the side as he turned his head.

"If you think you're ready for it..." he said.

Pushing your knees back he looked down at your pussy. You were sure you were red, swollen, and highly sensitive already and the grool dripping from your cunt was likely quite the sight to see. He spent a moment looking at you, wordless, before lining his cock up to your entrance.

He teased his head along your slit. Each time it glided over your clit you practically keened.

"I really can just slip right in, huh? Such a whore just for me."

"Just for you," you moaned along with him.

Pushing himself in, he gripped onto your thighs. He stretched you nicely as he slowly bottomed out.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm inside you. You're dripping,"

"How long - how long have you wanted to be inside me?" you asked, breath shaky.

"I've been watching you for months. I've wanted to be inside you this whole time."

He pulled out before slamming back in.

"Fuck!" you whined, "you've been beating your dick to me for that long?"

He slammed into you again in response and pushed your legs flush to your chest.

"This isn't missionary and more you perv."

"What's it called?" he grunted.

Heat rose to your face. Surely, he knew what it was called if he was such the voyeur he claimed he was.

"Mating press." you mumbled near his ear.

You could've sworn you felt his cock twitch at the words, precum likely leaking inside of you.

"Fuck. Would you let me do that to you? You gonna let me cum inside of you?"

You nodded, unable to speak. His words alone were almost enough to make you cum. He was clueless, needy, and kind of an incel and the dynamic between the two of you was intense.

He let out a strangled noise as he started to pound into you at a proper pace. He was rough and deep and the sound of his balls slamming into you filled the room. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you.

"You feel, so good." tears started to rim your eyes. You couldn't believe this. Your top donor was actually in your apartment, fucking you senseless.

Letting go, you lifted your hands to grasp around his shoulders.

Your fingernails gripped hard into the soft flesh of his back, scratching him up as he needlessly rammed into you. Breathless, you wrapped your legs around his waist one by one and pulled him in closer. Both of you felt him thrust deeper inside of you, each of you moaning in pleasure.

"Please," you begged nearly to tears, "please go harder,"

Though you cammed weekly, often for thousands of viewers each night, you found yourself again at a loss for words. You couldn't express how much you needed him, nor could you find a way to beg for him to fuck you the way you wanted. Either way, he seemed to know exactly what to do.

Quickening his pace, he gripped you harder, hands reaching around to cusp your face.

"Fuck, please make me cum."

He ran his thumb against your cheek before reaching a hand down to your clit. Rubbing in small circles, he continued thrusting into you. The combination was heavenly, and quickly became too much. Your fingers continued to claw at his back as you desperately tried to keep him pulled close to you. Still, he continued to fuck into you at just the perfect pace.

Both of you could tell that you were about to cum. It was present in the way your legs trembled and how you grew quiet as you shoved your face into his shoulder.

"Oh fuck," he said breathlessly, "are you cumming?"

You could barely manage a nod as your pussy clenched around him. After a few seconds, moans drew out of you as you rode your high. His pace quickened and he followed suit, rutting erratically as you squeezed around his cock.

"I'm gonna cum inside you. Gonna fill you up, finally. Such a good slut for me."

The sounds falling out of him were hoarse and needy and only made your cunt ache even more.

"Fuck you're amazing," he said, stopping to rest his head on you with his last thrust.

"Don't you just think we're perfect for each other?" he asked?

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #masky headcanons #creepypasta smut #creepypasta headcanon #masky marble hornets #marble hornets headcanons #masky x reader #marble hornets masky #creepypasta masky #🤍 nova's one shots

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can you make a scenario where gojo s/o is having a bad day and is sad so he go's and takes her out to cheer her up and he acting like his goofy self trying to make her laugh by telling her the most stupid pickup lines and saying horrible jokes (lots of fluff please!)

please and thank you!

Ahhhh finally a fluff request 😌 my hand slipped, hard

Contents: hella fluff, female reader, Satoru fluff, Satoru gets to be Satoru, bad pickup lines, terrible jokes, a game that leads to a wonderful prize at the end (spoiler alert it's not sex!)

Word Count: 3,798

Not really suitable for minors but there's no sex so read at your own discretion.

Fic begins under the break

You kicked the door to your apartment closed behind you and tossed your keys into the bowl on the nearby table where they went. Work had been terrible today. You slipped off your shoes and left them by the front door, before fishing your phone from your little clutch purse, which you also tossed in the bowl with your keys. As you meandered to the couch you scrolled your contacts to find your boyfriend's name. When Gojo, Satoru scrolled up you tapped on it and hit the call button.

"Hello sweet thing, I need just a minute before you can have all of my attention," he answered panting softly. You heard a couple of grunts and the sounds of blows deflecting off of his infinity. You yourself might not be a sorcerer, but your boyfriend did tell you about things after you had been together for a year. Now you were headed towards three years.

"Really Gojo Sensei you're going to answer your phone during a sparring session," you heard Megumi grunt out, but it was a bit muffled through the phone, as his blows deflected off infinity again.

"Yes because it's my amazing girlfriend," Satoru huffed out in a teasing tone and you could imagine him dodging backwards effortlessly on one foot. Sure, you had never seen him fight but he pulled the same dodging technique on you, when he had earned a chastising smack from you and wanted to taunt you more, instead of letting your blow deflect off of infinity. You smiled as you flopped down onto your couch, but the day you had had filled your mind and that smile quickly disappeared.

"Alright darling I'm all yours now," Satoru said his voice a bit lower but much steadier than before.

"I've had a really bad day. The boss rejected my presentation on how to move forward with the new project and accepted stupid Kaito's proposal instead. Which was basically a direct rip off of mine, with like three things changed," you said as you tossed an arm over your eyes. If it had been anyone other than your rival it wouldn't have hit this hard, but he had decided to sink to a new low this time.

"Oh, I'll be there in a few minutes. My girl needs cheering up," he said and you could almost see his face behind your closed eyes. The way his nose scrunched up with effort as he realized he was going to be teleporting that far.

"Okay but I'm warning you now, I'm not in the mood for sex," you sighed.

"And who said it was going to be about sex. I do have a side that isn't just pure sex," he cooed into the phone. You shook your head and giggled a little bit.

"Oh, we both know it's still 80% of what you think about," you teased back to him.

"Ouch baby girl that hurt. Also knock knock I'm here," he said at the same time as two knocks sounded on your front door. You pushed off the couch and shook your head again. A few minutes my ass, you thought.

"Damn teleporting sorcerer," you teased again before hanging up and pulling the door open.

"You know you love that I can teleport, don't deny it," he teased back as he pushed into your apartment, only just stepping inside the hallway. His hands swiped your keys from the bowl where they stayed and he smiled widely. It wasn't often he wore sunglasses, but today seemed like one of those rare days. He pulled them down his nose just enough that you could see his sparkling eyes over the tops.

"Go put on something less formal and then we are going out," he explained as he dangled the keys from his finger and leaned against your still open door.

"Satoru darling, I don't want to go out. I wanna cuddle and watch bad TV and eat junk," you whined and he just smiled more.

"Nope. I'm taking you on a date so go get changed and no more objections," he said firmly.

"Ugh fine but close my door, you're letting my ac out," you said as you turned to head for your room. Once inside you opened your closet and dug through your clothes. It was a warm summer day, so you were stuck deciding between a red sundress and a blue one, when you heard a cough from behind you.

"Let me guess, the blue one because it matches your eyes?" you prompted him. He smiled that wide smile, the one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle, and he nodded.

"Damn right baby," he said in a sultry tone. You quickly shed off the button-down shirt and pencil skirt right in front of him. It's not like he had never seen you undressed before, you had been together for three years after all, but he still reacted the same way.

"Oh, my heart," he gasped out as he clutched his chest dramatically. He feigned swooning into the doorframe and you couldn't help but chuckle. You pulled the blue dress over your head and shot him a playful glare.

"You've seen me like this plenty of times," you said as you shook your head but you still giggled because he wasn't done, apparently. Once the dress was hugging your body he started to pant like a dog. He pulled the glasses off and bit the end of one side in mock seduction.

"Oh, my lord Satoru," you scoffed out but couldn't help the smile on your face. He stopped his antics but was also still smiling.

"You're just as sexy every time Princess, I can't help that you make me go feral over the simplest things," he said and his voice was laced with real seduction this time. You shook your head and smiled as you pulled on a simple pair of sandals.

"Come on you animal, you said a date and I'm holding you to that," you giggled as you pushed past him in the doorway. He pushed his sunglasses back into place and waited until you turned to check if he was following you.

"Yes ma'am," he teased as he gave you a really bad mock salute. You laughed again and shook your head some more, causing the tight bun you kept your hair in to loosen a bit. He started after you and when he caught up he scooped your hand up in his.

Once you were in your car, with Satoru behind the wheel at his insistence, you couldn’t help the way your mind drifted back to work. You had gone first with your presentation, and even the board members present had loved it. Then Kaito had gone. Everyone had easily glared over the fact that his presentation was a direct copy of his because of the three changes. They were shady but saved the company thousands of Yen.

“I can tell you’re thinking about your day again,” Satoru said as he placed a hand on your knee. He squeezed it reassuringly and you gave him a small smile.

“It just sucks that they gave into doing shady shit in the sake of saving money, right in front of my face Toru,” you huffed out before staring out your window.

“Alright, that’s it it’s time to turn the Gojo, Satoru charm up to an eleven,” he said rather proudly.

“You’re third person speechifying again,” you said trying to hide your smile.

“And you’re using alliterations like Scrooge McDuck again,” he said in a really terrible Scottish accent. You laughed loudly and turned to look at him. His eyes flickered over to you, though he didn’t really need to look at you, and smiled.

“You are so fucking terrible with accents, it’s like the one thing you’re actually really bad at,” you said still laughing.

“You love my bad accents,” he teased.

“I do. Also-,” you started but he held up a finger.

“Don’t do it,” he warned playfully.

“That wasn’t technically-,” he cut you off by pressing the finger to your lips. You kissed it and he chuckled. You gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away a little bit.

“That wasn’t technically an alliteration dear,” you finished as you squeezed his hand in yours.

“Why must you hurt me in these ways,” he joked as he brought the car to a stop in front of a large building, that didn’t look abandoned but it also didn’t look occupied.

“Where are we?” you asked as you tried to crane your neck to get a good look at the front of the building but it gave away none of its secrets.

“This is an amazing little place I discovered on my own one day. You’re going to love it,” was all he said before he got out of the car to pay for the street parking.

“Your adventure awaits my Princess,” he announced as he opened your door, held out a hand for you and bowed comically low. You blushed but accepted his hand as you got out of the car.

“Must you be so dramatic?” you asked and this earned you a playful glare from over the top of his sunglasses.

“I must if it means you smile, laugh and forget about your bad day,” he stated as he tugged you forward by your hand. You followed him through the tinted glass doors and once inside your jaw hit the floor.

You had been in a few cat cafes but none like this. There was the usual low tables, cushioned floor seats, cat trees, dozens of cats and even more toys. But this place was also an indoor garden. The lighting, that wasn’t for the plants specifically, was fairy lights. Ivy covered the walls. Every kind of flower that wasn’t deadly to cats grew in pots and planter boxes everywhere. A few trees stretched up to the high ceiling and you could see platforms built into the trees. A net stretched underneath the whole platform as well as the rope bridge style stairs leading up.

“I want to sit up there,” you said breathlessly as you couldn’t help but smile.

“I knew you would,” was all he said before flagging down a waitress. You took in every last flower and cat you could lay your eyes on as she led you to the stairs to go up to the treehouse seating. If it wasn’t for Gojo’s hand in yours you would have either been left behind or ran face first into some kind of obstacle you might have missed from not paying attention.

Once you were up on the treehouse level you noticed that there were in fact, cats up here as well as Sakura blossom bonsais on every table. You turned to look at Satoru who only smiled brightly again as he saw the excitement in your eyes.

No sooner than you sat down an orange cat climbed in your lap, curled up and started purring. The waitress looked at the cat in amazement for a few seconds before handing Satoru the drink menus.

“Sorry for staring it’s just that’s one of our more temperamental cats, so it’s incredibly rare to see him interact with anyone let alone start purring that fast,” she explained. You blushed as you scratched the cat behind his ears. You watched as his eyes slowly shut and felt his purr intensify in your lap.

“So alcoholic or non alcoholic,” Satoru asked and you looked up to notice the waitress had already left.

“I’d really like some tea after the day I’ve had,” you said as you looked down at your drink menu and saw it was basically a small book. Satoru reached over and opened it right to the teas section.

“You just pick your flavor and they bring you the tea, a pot of hot water, a little set up to keep the water hot, obviously cups, cream or milk and sugar or alternative sweeteners,” he explained as you looked over the large selection of teas.

“Are you two ready to order your drinks?” the waitress asked as you had gotten halfway through the tea selection. You had decided on what you wanted within the first page and we’re just checking out the rest of the selection, while keeping one hand constantly petting the cat who had since fallen asleep.

“I’ll take a bottle of rosé for the table,” Satoru said. You looked up and raised an eyebrow at him.

“And I’ll have the mint and lavender tea,” you said as you handed the drink menu back. She wrote down your drinks and disappeared again.

“Why the rosé of all things,” you asked voicing your earlier eyebrow raise.

“Because I actually like the way it tastes and wine drunk me is more flirty and less horny,” he explained. A white cat with black patches all over it climbed up onto the table and nudged Satoru’s hand. He absentmindedly rubbed the cats cheeks as he kept looking at you.

“That makes sense,” you said as you felt something nudge your side. You looked down to see an all-white, very fluffy cat with bright blue eyes looking up at you. It meowed at you before headbutting your side again.

“The only rule with the cats here is you aren’t allowed to just pick them up randomly. If they come to you and you pick them up to hold or move from your table that’s fine,” Gojo explained while you adjusted your hands to pet both of the cats. You thought about it for a second before you scooped up the white cat, who seemed to want this exact thing, and turned her face to Satoru’s. You could feel when you picked her up that she was pregnant.

“Look Toru she’s got your eyes,” you said and he just smiled more. Unbeknownst to you those words had sent a daydream crashing into Satoru’s head, one in which you were holding a tiny newborn baby girl and saying the same thing. He shook the sweet thought from his head and smiled even harder as he watched you coo at the white cat. She was even pushing her face into yours.

“I want to play a game,” he said plainly and set his phone in the middle of the table.

“Okay Jigsaw,” you responded with a snort of laughter as you set the white cat in your lap next to the orange one who was still sleeping. Neither cat seemed bothered by the others presence and you secretly wondered if the orange cat was the father of the white cats kittens, because how cute would those babies be.

“In all seriousness I have an idea. I’m going to tell you bad jokes, good jokes, cheesy pick-up lines, and bad pick-up lines. If you laugh I get a point, if you don’t laugh you get a point. Whoever wins gets final say on which one of these three apartments we will be moving into together,” he said and held up his phone where you could see three tabs opened on the browser. You could just barely see different parts of each apartment before he set the phone back down.

“Wait are you asking me to move in with you?” you asked as the waitress reappeared with a small tray in her hands. She silently set down your tea stuff and Satoru’s wine before backing away.

“I am but I’m also turning it into a game so I can help you completely forget about today. Plus, it gives me an excuse to watch you laugh and cringe,” he said as he popped open his wine. He poured half a glass before taking a sip.

“That sounds like so much fun, I’m so in,” you said. His grin nearly split his face in two and he pulled his sunglasses off. He laid them on the table and picked up his phone. One hand stayed on the patched cat that had yet to leave your table.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” he mused before clearing his throat, “You look familiar. Were we eve in the same class before? I could swear we had chemistry.” His eyes met yours halfway through the pickup line not wanting to miss your reaction.

“Okay that was actually really good,” you giggled out as the female cat fell asleep with her head resting on the back on the orange cat. You knew they were at least comfortable with each other because the orange cat never stopped purring in his sleep.

“Score one for Gojo,” he said as you rolled your eyes at the third person speech again. The waitress appeared with small menus in her hands and waited for you two to acknowledge her.

“Would you two like our appetizer menu or our pastries menu,” she asked once you looked up at her.

“Appetizers,” you said.

“Pastries,” Satoru said at the exact same time. The waitress blushed a little bit and handed you both the menu you had requested before bowing and leaving again.

“Roses are red,” Satoru started as you looked over the menu, “violets are blue. With a smile like that, looks like I’m doomed,” he read out dramatically. You simply smiled and stuck out your tongue.

“That one’s just facts babe,” you said earning a huff from him.

“Point for Y/N,” he said and thumbed through the menu for a few seconds. You had decided on a small sample platter with your favorite types of foods on it and poured yourself more tea.

“I’m learning about important dates in history. Want to be one of them~?” He watched you expectantly. You let out a loud snort and choked on your tea.

“Point Gojo,” he said as he laughed at the tea running down your chin. He reached over and cleaned your chin with a napkin before you could even start to reach for one. You kissed his fingers in thanks.

This went on for a little while as you placed your first food order and waited for it. Satoru would tell you a cheesy pickup line and you’d either laugh or cringe. When the food showed up you two put the game on hold to eat in comfortable silence, all three cats at your table were now asleep.

“Okay so far you’re losing by three points,” he said when the waitress had disappeared with the dished from the first course.

“This game is totally rigged. You’re basically only telling jokes that you know I’ll laugh at,” you complained though you weren’t actually upset.

“And how could I not? You not only had a bad day but your laugh is so beautiful. Almost every time you laugh at least four people, both men and women mind you, look at you with sappy little smiles on their faces,” he explained. You blushed and looked away from him.

“What did the fish say when he swam into the wall? Dam.” Earned him a laugh from you that almost silenced the whole restaurant. You swatted his arm over this of course because that shouldn’t have been that funny.

This was how the whole rest of the two hours you two spent eating and drinking at the restaurant went on. Satoru would tell bad jokes or cheesy pickup lines and you’d react.

“Two muffins were in an oven. One turned to the other and said, ‘Wow it’s pretty hot in here.’ The other one shouted, ‘Wow, a talking muffin!’” This one even got someone else at a nearby table to laugh along with you.

Every now and again when you laughed your eyes would flicker around the area and notice some people watching you.

“Okay I think if I eat another bite I’ll pop,” you said as the waitress disappeared with the dishes from your latest course.

“Yeah me too,” he said and leaned back on one hand. About twenty minutes ago both of the cats in your lap had woken up. They had taken one look at each other and since then the orange one was grooming the white one.

“So, who won,” you asked. You had never seen if he was actually keeping score and was surprised when he flipped his phone around. In the notes app there was your name and his name with tallies underneath them. You noticed you had five more than he did.

“What can I say some of those jokes definitely sound better on paper,” he shrugged as he flipped back to the browser on his phone and handed it to you.

“You look over them while I go downstairs and pay. You can tell me which one you chose when you get back,” he said before pushing up to his feet.

You looked over each of the apartments. Where one of them lacked amenities it made up for it in size. You were looking over the third one, which seemed to be the best of them all, when the cats apparently decided they had indulged in enough human time. They both leapt from your lap and disappeared into the café.

“Alright which one,” Satoru asked as he stood next to you.

“This one,” you said as you showed him the third apartment. This one was in the middle on size and amenities out of the three of them. It had a fireplace too and that really sold you. Wintertime was the best but you also knew central heating wasn’t the strong suit of apartments around here.

“I figured as much. If we hurry we can be handed the keys this Friday,” he said as he helped you stand up. You two headed for the stairs as you thought about it.

“You really want me to move in with you,” you asked without looking back at him. You finished descending the stairs in silence as Satoru seemed to want to answer the question when he could see your face. You two stepped out of the café and into the deep sunset. When you turned to face him he finally answered you.

“I absolutely do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Fuck Princess I almost proposed in there but I decided to take it slowly. So please say you’ll move in with me,” he explained as he held your face softly in his hands.

“Of course, I’ll move in with you Satoru,” you hummed as he peppered your face with kisses.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he said before placing a soft but deep kiss on your lips.

“Now come on. Let’s get back to your apartment so we can start planning this move,” he said as he tugged you over to your car. You laughed as you followed along behind him, the shitty workday completely forgotten.

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[boliv-jenta]

For @movievillainess721

Dave York x f!reader Frankie Morales x f!reader Jack Daniels x f!reader

Warnings:All kinds of smut. Unprotected P in V sex.(This fiction wrap it in real life.) Rough sex. Degradation. Cream pie. M&F!receiving oral. Vaginal fingering. Rimming. I think that's it, but if you've made it this far, you're probably up for it all.

Summary: After a mission, you find yourself hold up with your three temporary teammates. How will you pass the time?

Interagency Cooperation

This takes interagency cooperation to a whole new level. The thought almost made you giggle around Dave's hard length. He moaned at the vibration keeping the laughter at bay brought to your throat. Jack felt the tension in your body where he was joined to it. As both men groaned, Frankie felt a little left out. Feeling the self conscious shift in his posture you pumped him a little harder.

Three weeks earlier….

"So I'm just stuck here?!"

"Who is denying extraction? Who gave that order?!"

"We're damn Statesman! We can fix bullet wounds in people's head but we can't get me the fuck out of here?!"

"Fuck, Santi. I'll fly myself out of here!"

The open plan villa echoed with the sound of disgruntled conversation with your handlers. The decision had been made that the four of you needed to go to ground for a while. Any type of extraction was too risky. 

The private villa was out of the way, one of the first few completed builds as part of gentrification of a poor coastal town. It was well stocked with food, and whiskey, thanks to Stateman. After the initial irritation wore off, you realised there were worse places to be stuck. As well as worse people to be stuck with. 

Jack was every inch the charming Southern gentleman, you could listen to that accent calling you Sugar for hours. Dave was reserved but had a dry wit that you found amusing. 

Frankie had been quiet, focus, diligent during the mission. The way he kept his cool was admirable. He also let a softer side of him slip now and then. Engaging you in light conversation now and then. When you'd joked with him the chuckle that left him was cute as anything. 

A week or two with them wouldn't be so bad.

Not bad at all. You thought on the second day when they had to change into the clothing left at the villa. They were supposed to be on vacation so the wardrobe consisted of shorts and t-shirts that were too small for their broad frames. 

The three of them had not so subtly eyed you, in your bikini, lounging by the pool. Dave was the first one to come and join you. Tossing his towel then his shirt on the lounger next to you, he dove into the water to swim a few lengths. When he emerged poolside, water ran down every dip of every muscle. His shorts stuck to the curve of his ass. You could imagine digging your nails into it as he pounded into you. Not that you would, with his wedding ring and all.

"The water is perfect. You're not going in?" He sat on the sunlounger opposite you. 

"Maybe later. It's not often I get to just do nothing." Your book was now on the table beside you. With your eyes closed, you wiggled down the sunlounger to enjoy the warmth of the sun blanketing you. With your eyes closed, you didn't see the way 

Dave's eyes raked up your body. You did open them in time to see them blatantly fixed on your chest. "So you're in no rush to get home? No one waiting?"

"Nope. You must be eager to get home to your family."

"My kids, yeah. Not my wife."

With the not so subtle formalities out of the way. The two of you made your way to the small guest house that you'd moved into to give the boys their own rooms. You were barely through the door before Dave was taking his frustrations out on you from behind. He kept you pinned to the small desk beneath you as your legs gave way. It was rough and fast but fuck, was it good. Afterwards, you both left with the same amount of nonchalance you had entered with. Dave went to take a shower. You returned to your book. 

The same book you were reading the next night when Jack came over with a bottle of whiskey in hand. It took less than half of it and a cheeky comment about saving a horse to have you riding him out in the open. That voice loudly praising you without a care in the world as to who was listening. "Fuck, that's it. Darlin'. Take what you need. So fucking pretty riding my dick."

The same sunlounger that Frankie found you stargazing on, when you couldn't sleep. He appeared, his curls tousled from a restless night. The curls that were soon between your fingers as his head was between your legs. His talented tongue making you cum twice before yours returned the favour. Sending him back to bed, ready to sleep.

This was the odd routine you found yourself in for the next two weeks. Random liaisons with each of them. Not a word spoken about it afterwards. It wasn't the first time you'd used casual sex to unwind after a mission. It was the first time you had three incredibly hot men making you cum multiple times a day. It was like the filthy 'romance' novel you'd been reading. You should be shocked at the turn of events but your whole life, you'd lived outside of what people would consider normal. Your childhood, your career choice. Being railed by three different guys was probably the least out there event in your life. And by far the most fun.

"So it's agreed? Terminator marathon?" You settled into the sofa, tucked under a blanket. Frankie on one side, Whiskey on the other. Dave sat on a plush armchair to the left. 

About half way through T2 Jack's hand found your knee under the blanket, his thumb tracing circles on it. Your breath hitched when he suddenly ran his fingers right up your thigh to your core. Frankie shot you a look before returning his attention to the movie. 

Jack's fingertips edged up the leg of your shorts and into your panties. You managed to keep your breathing steady as his fingers swirled across your clit. Your breathing did hitch again when Frankie's warm hand cupped your breast. This time he didn't even look at you. Like Jack he kept his attention on the screen as his fingers brought you pleasure, exciting your nipples. 

T2 suddenly turned into the longest movie in the world. Time was suspended, like you were by the pleasure shooting through your body between the two men's fingertips. Giving yourself over to them completely, you closed your eyes. 

Until Dave cleared his throat. "You were the one that suggested this movie but you're not even watching it. You need to keep your eyes open. Here, let me show you." He stood from his chair. "Come here."

Frankie and Jack's hands withdrew, allowing you to move. Then both looked on with approval. As soon as you stood before Dave he shoved you down to your knees. Taking a fistful of your hair, he held your head in place. Pulling his already hard cock out, he pumped it a few times before pressing it to your lips. "Eyes on me. Ah, that's it." He hissed as his length entered your mouth. His dark eyes fixed you in place. "You are going to get us all good and….uh…hard. Then w-we are going to take turns fuckin-g you."

Pulling out he jerked his head at Frankie and Jack. Jack graciously let Frankie go next. Cupping your cheek tenderly he asked "¿Estas bien cariño?"

In reply you took him as far into your mouth as you could. 

His head rolled back along with his eyes. "Oh, fuuuck."

By the time Jack made his way over, your jaw pleasantly ached. "It's okay, Sugar. You just keep those lips nice and tight and I'll do the rest. Oh, just like that." His hips moved slowly as he worked himself with your mouth.

Tucking himself away, he helped you to your feet. "Come on, Sugar." 

Guiding you to the sofa he situated you so your knees were on the seats and your forearms rested on the back. "We thought we'd let Frankie warm you up. We've heard how much you enjoy your time with him."

Frankie looked torn between being proud and embarrassed. Still, he didn't hesitate to rip your shorts down to eat you out from behind. In record time, he had you cumming on his tongue.

"Credit where it's due. You are really good at that." Jack slapped Frankie on the back as he wiped your slick from his moustache.

Dave stepped up behind you to take your shorts from around your ankles. "We're gonna have a little health competition. We gonna keep taking turns to fuck you. First one to cum gets one point, second two points, third three points. Every time you cum on one of our dicks we get a point. Since we know you are just as competitive as we are. If you outlast us all you win."

"What do I get if I win?"

"We'll do whatever you want." He whispered in your ear as he spread your legs wider. 

"Frankie can eat you out, like you're his last meal." Dave could see you getting wetter as he spoke. The sight of the three of them stripping down didn't hurt either.

"Jack can make you squirt 'til you soak through your sheets." Jack had been the only man to get you to soak him like that. He was so proud of himself. Clearly proud enough to brag to the others.

"And I…" A solid crack reverberated around the room as he hand connected with your ass. "...I will treat you like my dirty little whore. What do you say?"

Lining himself up the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. "You wanna play?"

Showing him that you were all in you pushed back until he was all in. Gripping your waist and shoulder he drove into you at an angle that had you screaming. It was so overwhelming that you rushed to the edge of an orgasm only for him to pull out. 

"Fuck." He grunted moving aside to let Jack take his place. 

"I feel like I'm about to get my first point." He smirked at Dave, who had dropped breathlessly beside you.

"I handed it to you." He snapped back.

Jack was right, only a few minutes of him splitting you open had you bucking beneath him as he kissed the back of your neck. 

"Mmm, feels like I won already." His moustache tickled your skin as he spoke. He worked you through your orgasm before calling to Frankie. "You're up, Flyboy."

"Already? See how good you feel? Ah." He shuddered as he slipped inside of you. "So warm and wet. Feels like paradise." Frankie may be quiet on missions but he was a talker in the bedroom. Out of the three Frankie was the most gentle. Jack a close second, his movements were soft but with a knowing strength behind them. Dave was just rough all over. The only softness you got from him was his spent dick. Frankie gently rolled his hips, coaxing an orgasm out of you. 

The gentle build up coupled with his murmurings of how beautiful you were, how good you made him feel, had you fluttering around him in no time. "God, Frankie. I'm coming." Reaching back, your hand covered his at your waist. He held it gently as waves of pleasure ebbed through you.

"Fuck." Dave gritted his teeth next to you. The second Frankie moved away Dave was there, one hand pulling a fist full of your hair and the other grabbing the flesh of your tit, digging his blunt fingernails into your skin. "Your disrespectful little whore. You gonna cum on every other cock apart from mine? Are you keeping count? That's three bare cocks you've had in that greedy little cunt. You've creamed on two of them. This is what I mean when I called you a whore. Three dicks fucking you and you love it." 

Your legs gave way as the hand at you chest released you only to abruptly shove two fingers into your sopping channel. The same two finger were shoved in your face a second later. 

"See how wet?" Prising your mouth open with his other hand he shoved the glistening fingers against your tongue. "Suck them clean. See how good you taste? No wonder Morales is addicted."

Dave smirked with pride as you nearly choked on his fingers when he slammed into you again. Every inch of his impressive cock penetrating you in one go. 

"Such a good little slut. Taking such big cocks with not resistance. Given how tight this little hole is, you must really want them. Do you?"

While he'd been speaking he'd resumed his hard and fast pounding. You had no idea how he was evil villain monologuing while ramming his dick into you. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. All that came out of your mouth when you opened it was involuntary noises. 

A sharp sting bloomed on your ass. "I said 'Do you really want to be railed by three hard, long, fat cocks?' Hmmm?" 

Gripping the sofa to try and steady yourself, you summoned all your strength to get out a 'yes'. 

"Good girl. I know what you want even more though. Those three cocks to cum in that pussy. Imagine it all dripping out of you. You cum on my dick enough then I can fill you first. It'll even out the points."

Dave was now fucking you so hard and fast that you were bent over the back of the sofa. You silently thanked whoever decorated it for not skimping on the quality of the furniture. The well made heavy wooden frame was the only thing keeping you upright. Dave was now slamming so deep inside you, your brain couldn't function on any higher level. All it heard was 'man fill you with seed' and it was gone. 

"Oh, fuck, Dave. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The world shifted on its head. Until strong hands pulled at you. They held your boneless form as your brain tried to restart. 

Not only had you cum hard, you'd squirted all over Dave, and the well made sofa. Your cunt and clamped down on Dave so hard that he pulled out to choke his cock in an effort not to cum. Without him gripping you, your lax body had nearly toppled over the back of the sofa until Jack had grabbed you. You were now in his lap. 

"Pass me that water." Jack ordered Frankie. "Here, Sugar. Sip this." A bottle met your lips. Drinking greedily you slowly came back into your body. "Easy, now. You need to tap out?"

Both Jack and Frankie looked at you with concern. 

"No. I'm good. Saddle up, Cowboy." Your eyes never left Dave's as you spoke. He might be competitive but you were even more so.

"Well then, let's at least get you into a safer position." With you in his arms, he stood. The high quality sofa was also built up. He set your ass on one of the arms before gently reclining you back to lay on it. Thankful, Frankie had wiped the seats down. At this angle he was able to spread your legs wide over his forearms before entering you. 

"Goddamn. You feel even…" he wasn't even able to finish his sentence as he filled you with his release. "Fuck." He panted as he kept his softening length inside you.

"That's only two points, Cowboy." Dave taunted. 

"Right now, I couldn't give a fuck." Jack replied. He groaned as thumbed your clit causing your still sensitive pussy to spasm around him.

"That's cheating." Dave reminded him.

"Hey, I already lost. Let a man bow out gracefully." Reluctantly he pulled out of you. "Besides, with just you two fellas playing, don't you wanna make things interesting?"

Dave knew that Jack was just trying to goad him. It was clear he'd rather Frankie win their game. Still, he was never one to back down from a challenge. "Fine. You can use your fingers on her. No eating her pussy." Dave thought back to watching Frankie eat you out on the edge of the hot tube. He didn't care that he was sitting on the balcony he shared with Jack, he immediately had to relieve his rock hard dick at the sound of your moans. From the sounds coming from Jack's room, he had too. He wasn't handing a win to Morales.  "You only get points for her coming on your dick."

"Fine." Frankie agreed as he stepped between your legs. His fingers glided over your slick flesh with ease. He'd barely given you the tip of his cock before a soft orgasm washed over you. Not wanting to give Dave an advantage he pulled out and made room for him. 

"I should have been more specific about the rules." He grunted as he bottomed out. 

Fuck, you felt good around him. He was so tempted to to just fuck his release into you but he didn't want the pilots to win. His thick fingers worked your sensitive bundle much like Frankie's had, he could feel the effect it was having on you. Your walls tightened around him with each thrust. He was getting closer to his own climax while yours seemed frozen.

"I can feel it. Just let go." Ragging your vest and bra up he swotted at your exposed breast. 

"I can't. I can't." You almost sobbed. Overstimulation had settled in. Dave thought he could force you over the edge. His fingers working as fast as he cock only brought him close to the edge, not you. "Damn it!" He withdrew, panting and willing his orgasm to subside before he spilled onto the beautiful tile floor. 

Frankie shot a smug look your way as he stepped between your legs before dropping to his knees. 

"Hey!" Dave barked.

"I heard you. Don't eat her pussy." Frankie's breath flowed over the soft skin of your ass before his fingers parted your cheeks. His tongue slipped into the tight ring of muscle bringing a whole new sensation. It fired up your nerves anew. As his tongue lapped at your back entrance his fingers gently teased your folds until you were ready to be touched again. Once you were begging for his touch again, he entered you sparking an orgasm from your g-spot then he rolled that energy into one from your clit. 

"He's good at that too." Jack commented as he lazily pumped his newly hard cock in his hand. 

Frankie had a death grip on his own cock. He'd come so close to losing himself in you. The thought of that smug bastard York winning staved off his climax. 

Dave wasn't looking so smug now. He was doing the math in his head. Even if Frankie came before he did, he would only have four points. Frankie would have six. He needed to get the three points from cumming in you last. Which took him to four points. Then another two orgasms out of you to draw and another one to win. That's three on top of the six they'd already gotten from you. And that was if The Pussy Eater didn't make you cum again. At least all this math was helping to kill the buzz in his balls. He needed a plan.

"Move." He ordered Jack who was sat next to your head. He looked down at you ruefully before moving to the armchair. 

"Come on, Baby." Dave moved you up the sofa before climbing being you. This was new. The way he gently spooned you. The way he softly kissed the bare skin of your shoulders. He entered you with such care, gently rocking the tip of his cock against the front of your walls. 

"That's it, Sweetheart. You need it right there? You take it. Come on, make my cock wet. Just a little more and I'll fill you nice and full." His deep voice took on a honeyed tone. His body was warm and soft cocooning you between him and the back of the sofa. It was like your own little private world. 

"I'll fill my girl with all of my cum. You know I always have so much for you. All for for…you." His last word was choked off as you came around him. "Good girl. That's my good girl."

Rolling onto his back he took you with him, still speared on his cock. Now you were spread open for his hands to explore. They played with your tits, rolled and pinched your nipples, stimulated your clit until you came again. Dave was so close to cumming but he was so close to winning. If he could just get one more then hope Frankie lost it then next time he entered your heat like Jack had. 

The way your name fell from his lips he didn't want to stop. It was as soft as a pray. He'd made you scream it, cry it, sob it, in all sorts of ways and tones. This was new and he loved it. Holding you close, he planted his feet to thrust up into you. His thrusts were strong and steady. That was usually Jack's M.O. Slow and steady, building your pleasure. Kissing your neck, he gave you more of his sweet words. "Feel so good around me. You're fucking spoiling us with this pussy. So giving. Pulling us in so deep. Such a perfect little cunt. A man could get lost in it. Oh, my…"

He threw his head back into the cushions as he let out a long moan. He began to fill you. The arching of his back meant that he slipped out halfway through, spraying the last drops over your mound with a satisfying heaviness. When he finally finished all he could do was lie there. 

"You lost." You shot at him with no real malice. 

Your words barely registered, he was too far out. He lay there as he watched Frankie carry you to the other chair. Jack still sat in the one opposite. His strokes of his cock were more purposeful now. Frankie sat down and eased you onto his length. The competition was really between you two now. You just had to take Frankie until he came. Dave knew you could, so he just lay and watched in his blissed out stupor. Frankie's face contorted in pleasure as you proved your will to win by bouncing up and down on him. Moans in English and Spanish flew from him. Dave's attention flickered to Jack for a moment as he shot his load impressively far over himself. He had a sneaking feeling the agent had bowed out early to enjoy the rest of the show. Frankie near whining and griping the arms of the chair drew him back to you. You were still slowly rolling your hips as Frankie filled you. Chants of 'oh god' leaving his lips.

The three men lay boneless in post orgasm haze as you stood, somewhat shakily but triumphant. "I win. I may need a few days before I can collect my prize." You added hobbling away for a much needed soak in the bath.

A couple of night's rest later you collected your prize. "I want all of you. At the same time."

"How do you propose we do that, Sugar?"

"I'm not touching the pilots."

"Whatever you want, Cariño."

"Boys. Boys. I'm sure we can figure it out, we just have to cooperate."

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[spider-man-199999]

Hopefully I’m correct that you’re accepting requests since I just read your latest fic and was absolutely OBSESSED with it. Your writing style is absolutely beautiful hence I was hoping to request a fic. Basically something that takes place during NWH where the reader comes through during Strange’s spell because her best friend in her universe was a version of Peter. Except her Peter died during a tragic accident so she hasn’t seen him in a year or so. And while she’s there she ends up accidentally falling in love with the MCU version of Peter. So then they have to figure out how to keep her there instead of sending her home.

Hopefully that makes sense and wasn’t too long! Thank you<3

I’m actually fangirling so hard right now… bestie, you’re one of my favourite Peter Parker writers on here and I’m so overwhelmed by the idea that you like my writing 😭 I’m shaking ass, crying, throwing up, kicking my feet in the air.

pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;

word count: 5k

warnings: mentions of sex

A/n: I made the reader “glitch” because she’s in the wrong universe but the glitching isn’t a physical thing that happens to her, I wanted to explore it as a more of a mental issue. She’s experiencing severe memory loss and deja-vu’s simultaneously, which is the primary reason for them to try and fix things. Also in this universe Peter is a single Pringle to make it easier on me plot wise.

505 by Arctic Monkeys was blasting through your headphones while your feet rested on your desk. You were bobbing your head to the beat, playing your imaginary guitar.

"In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side. With your hands between your thighs" you sang softly to the song, eyes closed. 

You didn't notice the soft sparkles forming next to you as the song continued.

"But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye" you sang at the top of your lungs, when wind blew next to you, bright light finally capturing your attention. 

You turned your head towards the light. There he was, Peter Parker, looking at you from the other side of what looked like a portal. Peter Parker? Your best friend, who died almost a year ago, was looking at you in confusion, in what seemed like a lab, along with some other people around him. The shock was so big that it made you fall backwards with your entire chair flipping. You were too captivated by the sight to even think straight. You thought you had lost him forever, you grieved him. You saw his body in the coffin, you cried your eyes out for months. And now he was standing in front of you. You got up, staring back at him with the same amount of confusion that was written all over his face. The headphones were off of your head now, but the music was still softly playing. You couldn't help it, the second you were convinced this wasn't a dream by pinching yourself, you practically jumped on top of him, hugging him as tightly as you could.  

The portal behind you closed as you sobbed into his chest. Peter held you in his arms, looking at the other Peters for help. 

"What do I do?" he mouthed while he desperately looked at them for help.

"Comfort her, you idiot!" Peter 2 mouthed back. 

Peter 3 was recreating a hug and a pat on the head on an imaginary person, showing him what to do.

"I thought you were dead!" you cried. "No, you were dead! I saw you dead!"

Peter hugged you tighter, his hand patting your head. They all waited for you to calm down. You did, eventually, and finally let go of him. So many questions were running through your head, you didn't even know where to start. How was he alive? Where the hell had he been all this time? Who were these people? You were about to start asking but he beat you to it. 

"I don't want you to freak out." he started, looking at the other Peters for support. They both nodded, like you were about to go apeshit on them any second now. "But I'm not your Peter."

You looked at him confused, then looked over at the other two. All three of them were actually in spidersuits. Now that he mentioned it, he really did not look exactly like the Peter you knew. For the most part, he did, but this version of him in front of you was slightly taller, no more than an inch, his hair was curlier and lighter in color. You looked at the two others next, taking a deep breath. You had been through enough Spider-man shit to know something extremely weird and beyond your comprehension was happening right now. So, you closed your eyes for a moment to take in this new information, exhaling afterwards.

"Okay. Please explain what's going on then." you said as calmly as possible, noticing as the tension from the bodies of all three of them literally evaporated. 

And they went on, explaining the multiverse, the spell, their mission to cure the villains and change their faith. You nodded as you listened, trying to understand as much as you could. The Spider-man world has always been crazy and being his best friend was never easy, things like this used to happen all of the time. It wasn't long before you had your A game on to help all of them with their mission.

----

The more time you spent with Peter 1, the more obvious it was becoming that he wasn't your Peter. Sure, they looked almost identical, which you found a bit weird now that you had seen the other Peters and how they looked nothing like each other. 

Turned out you didn't really exist in the universe you were in now, nothing close to you was present in Peter's life. Your name was unfamiliar, your parents didn't exist either. After a few long conversations, all of you came to the conclusion that you were something like what MJ was to him here.

Back to Peter, he was nothing like the best friend you had before. Most of the time it felt like you were standing in front of a stranger that you knew perfectly. You could finish all of his sentences, you could list all his favourite foods, the Star Wars movies he liked from most to least. You could vividly remember the sound of his heartbeat, you could remember his scent. You knew everything about how his Spider suit worked, you even used to modify the code for your Peter back in the day. You could even guess all of his passwords, which made all of the Peters terrified of you, since somehow you guessed all of them. Four universes apart and the guy somehow still wasn't creative enough to think of something different from "Stromtrooper99".  All of this was overwhelming, to say the least. It made you miss your Peter more than you thought you could. Especially Peter 1. He was making it exceptionally hard for you, conflicting even. You could see your Peter in him, but something more as well. You could never in a million years see your Peter in a light different from being your best friend. But the case wasn't the same with Peter 1. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, the way he smiled at you and treated you. It made your heart skip a beat. And he knew that. He knew it so well. His spider powers were way more enhanced than what you knew they were, he could physically hear your heartbeat skip when he was near. He could hear how fast it would start beating when he would place a hand on your shoulder, or when he got too close to you. It amused him, this effect he had on you. He knew this whole spell situation was a mess and it was no time to be a hormonal teenager and have crushes left and right but he couldn't help it, neither could you. 

----

The realization of your crush on him hit you one night when you were working with the other Peters on a cure for the Green Goblin. Since your Peter tragically lost his life in a fight with the Green Goblin, it was important to you to prevent that for any other Spider-man you could. Peter 2 was working on something in the lab and Peter 3 was concentrated on something of his own when you walked in. Peter 1 sitting down and playing on his phone. 

"Are the big boys not letting you play with them?" you asked in a baby voice as you placed your jacket down on a chair next to Peter 1. He smiled at you, pausing the Packman game on his phone.

"They said they got it covered." he replied, standing up. 

You looked over at Peter 2, scanned the chemicals around him and looked around the room suspiciously. It felt oddly familiar, like you had already lived through his exact same moment before. Your Peter was dedicated to the mission of the cure as well, he had all of the same ingredients that were laying around here, but his experiment failed badly. Driven by something that you couldn't even explain, you grabbed all of the safety glasses you could get your hands to and started placing them on everyone in the room. There were only the four of you so it wasn't hard. The last one was Peter 2, who was just finishing up his "cure". You put the glasses on his eyes and took a step back before the mixture in his tube exploded all over him, spraying everyone in the room. After the explosion, which everyone took very lightly, all heads turned to you. 

"How did you know?" all three of them asked in sync, putting you under the spotlight. 

"I really don't know-" you said, just as confused as they were. Their spider-sense should have tingled, but it didn't. And somehow you knew when exactly this was going to happen. 

"I think my Peter tried that before, I think it ended like this. I don't remember clearly."

"Did he succeed?" Peter 2 asked 

"He did." 

"Do you think you can remember this formula?"

You nodded. Wiping off the purplish goo that was on your glasses from the mild explosion earlier and stood in front of the table. You placed your hands on it, looking at the chemicals that were in front of you. Peter was the genius one out of the two of you. He was both the brain and the muscle, you were the support system. But when it came to this formula, he just didn't let you not participate for some reason. And he was apparently rightfully doing so, because people needed you now. This situation really brought back painful memories for you, the smell of chemicals, the sounds of sizzling, the colors. This was the last thing you ever did together with your best friend. The last conversation you ever had with him. The last time you saw him smile as he finally succeeded. A ball was forming in your throat as you stirred the mixture, waiting for it to get thick enough. You noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks as the liquidy white mixture in the tube got thicker with every stir. Peter would have been so proud of you if he could see you now, he would have said something stupid like "Okay, show-off, remember I taught you how to do that." with his arms crossed in front of his chest, but in reality he would have been proud of you. It was hard for you to do this without him, you never imagined you'd ever have to. Your hands were shaking lightly when you added the last ingredient, stirring it up until it turned a dark purple color. You placed the tube down, looking up at the worried expressions in front of you. 

"I'm done."

"Okay, show-off." Peter 1 said and smiled at you. 

That was the moment that made you realize that you actually felt something different for him. Most of the time you were really trying to gain your best friend back, you were clinging onto him because he reminded you of your Peter. But he was so much... more. He was the same and yet so different. He was nicer, more considerate, more caring. Your Peter wanted to save the Green Goblin because the person behind the mask was his friend, he wanted his friend back. This Peter wanted to save the Goblin because he believed people could change for good. He believed in the light and goodness of people, in second chances, in selflessly helping others. He believed he could alter the fate of the damned and give them a better future. Your Peter wasn't like that, he could never be like that. 

You brushed the tears from your eyes as he walked over to hug you. The four of you fist-bumped each other and shared a small celebration before you continued to work on other things. 

-----

A gentle kiss on the forehead. That was all it took for you to melt like butter in his arms. He held you tightly, both of you standing alone on a rooftop in the middle of New York. 

"You did so well today." he whispered to you as he held you. "It must have been so hard for you." 

All you could do was nod to his words, hiding your face in his neck while you held back the tears. He knew the story, you had to tell him all about how your best friend died in front of your eyes, killed by the Green Goblin who had lost his mind. How he surrendered just so he could inject the cure in the Green Goblin as he tackled him with his final blow. How it wasn't supposed to end like this, and how it did. Your memories were flashing back in front of your eyes like a horror movie screening, and you just weren't allowed to leave the cinema. Thankfully Peter was there to bail you out the second you were done with recreating the cure. And now he was calmly holding you while you were trying your hardest not to fall apart. 

"Thank you." you mumbled to him, looking up at him.

He smiled encouragingly at you, his hand petting your hair. 

"No, thank you. All of us would have ended up blind if you didn't finish the cure." 

"No, your superhuman healing would have prevented that."

''It doesn't mean it hurts any less.''

"I actually thought it did, I wouldn't survive a building falling on top of me, but you would. Theoretically, if we experience the same amount of pain, how can you push through it and not die? Doesn't make much sense."

"You're totally ruining the script in my head right now..."

"Oh, you had a script? And for what?" you laughed

"Well, you were supposed to ask me "Does it hurt now?" and I was going to say "The only thing that hurts right now is my lips because they're not kissing yours" and then we were going to kiss and fall in love and-"

"Does it hurt right now?" you interrupted him, your heart beating so loud in your chest that you weren't sure you heard his script to begin with.

"What?"

"Does it hurt... now?" you asked, even more anxious this time, almost convinced you actually got it wrong. He made an oh sound, nodding his head.

"The only thing that hurts right now is my lips because they're not kissing yours" he replied, leaning in closer to you and placing his lips gently on yours.

You stopped breathing for a second before kissing him back. It felt wonderful, magical even, the gentle movement of his soft lips on yours, his hot breath on your skin. His hands were on your arms, stroking them for comfort while your hands were on his back, holding him. You never thought you could enjoy a kiss as much as you did this one. It was almost painful when it ended. He smiled at you, pulling you in the tightest hug he had ever given you afterwards.

-------

Peter just had to brag about this to the others. He told everyone how in love he was with you. He felt so unbelievably proud not only for pulling a girl way out of his league, but having what he calls "ïnterdimentional rizz". You stopped counting the eyerolls after they got to 30. Of course you found it cute how he was so happy and excited about the two of you kissing, but this was raising so many questions. You felt like you wanted to enjoy it but you really couldn't, your mind was constantly jumping to different thoughts about you eventually going back to your own dimension. You kept having deja-vus all of the time, and some things seemed like they were slipping your mind . 

You tried ignoring it the best you could, but it got to a point where it couldn't really be ignored anymore. 

All of you were finishing up on the action plan on how to cure everyone. The whole group was in the lab, discussing it. You were sitting on the table, Peter standing between your legs, his back pressed to your chest. You had rested your head on his shoulder while all of them talked.

"Don't the two of you think it's kind of weird to be having this conversation in this position?" Peter 3 asked, looking at the two of you. 

"It's not like I haven't been between her legs before" Peter joked, making you look at him confused.

"No, you haven't."

He looked back at you, just as confused.

"Well I did fuck you hard enough to make forget your own name last night but forgetting the whole thing? That’s some next level fucking" he continued joking. 

You didn't really get the joke but still laughed. 

"Pete, what are you talking about? I wasn't with you last night, I was helping Ned here to modify your Spidersuit ai" you shook your head with a smile.

"Y/N, that was 3 days ago." Ned said.

"Wait so you actually don't remember us doing it?" Peter moved from his position, turning around to face you. He looked devastated and upset, slightly worried too. 

"I- " you managed to say but stopped, looking down at your feet. You didn't know what to say to make things better, he was probably feeling terrible about this already, you felt like you were the villain for not remembering the last 3 days of your life.

You didn't remember your first time with Peter. How much worse could it get?

"She's glitching." Dr. Strange said, looking at you from the back of the room. "You can tell the future too, can't you?"

You nodded, looking over at him. This meeting was the first time you have ever met the wizard and he scared you. He was very cranky and looked annoyed all of the time. He rarely spoke, unless he wanted to argue with someone. Strange walked over to Peter, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"We need to wrap this thing up and get everyone back to their home." He told him. 

"What? No, no, we can't just send her back!"

"We have to, she's already glitching, the longer she stays here, the worse it will get." 

You looked over at Peter, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked at you too, helpless and desperate. He immediately hugged you, kissing your forehead. 

"I'm going to figure this out, I promise." he whispered in your ear.

You hugged him tightly, kissing his shoulder. 

"I want you to not die tonight, promise me that, we'll figure out the rest."

"I'm not going anywhere."

----

The fight was finally over. Everyone was beat up and hurt, but it was over. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Thankfully no one died. Biggest mistake being the portal that Ned opened up not closing. You knew it was going to happen because of your glitching and tried to handle the situation as best as possible. Fighting a giant lizard with bare hands wasn’t the best idea, but there wasn’t much you could really do anyway. Peter came to the rescue, thankfully. After everything died down and all of you were left in the ruins of battle, you felt like you could finally breathe again. Peter hugged you, his blood getting all over your clothes. You cried into his chest. He kept his promise, he didn’t die in the fight. His lips kissed your forehead, brushing your tears from your eyes. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked, letting go of you. His hands were holding your shoulders as he lowered himself to be on your eye level.

He looked you up and down, making sure you really weren’t hurt. You were shaking your head “no” while he did that. 

Strange was finishing up the spell, which meant you were about to go home soon. 

“Pete..” you started, looking around as the portals started opening up around you. 

“No, don’t say it.” he interrupted you, tears welling up in his eyes.

Your heart was breaking from seeing him so torn up. You put your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face, placing a soft peck on his lips. 

“We’ll find a way.” you mumbled, your foreheads pressed against one another. He nodded, hugging you tightly again. 

“We have to, you don’t remember us having sex! We have to do it again!”

The two of you laughed, sharing a sweet kiss after that. A portal leading to your bedroom opened up close to the both of you. You saw your desk, the chair that had fallen over all this time ago. The two of you looked at it. 

“I’ll see you on the other side, Spider-man.” you told him with a smile, letting go of the hug so you could step into your room again. You held onto his hand for as long as you could, looking back at him.

He looked so broken and scared, the tears were rolling down his cheek, his hair was a mess, his costume was ruined and covered in blood and dirt. You fought back the tears yourself, smiling the whole time. A smile that was meant to comfort him and encourage him, to tell him that everything is going to be okay. You stepped into the portal, finally letting go of his hand as the portal was no longer big enough for your hands to be through it. And he was gone. With the snap of a finger, he was gone. You dropped on your knees, finally allowing yourself to cry as the realization hit you, you had lost Peter Parker not once, but twice in the span of a year. 

---

You took off the glasses as you finally finished the spider-shaped gadget you were assembling. It was a new type of spider suit that you were developing in your free time. 

After you had to go back to your own reality, you decided to pay Peter’s grave a visit. You sat there for hours, telling him everything about your multiverse adventure with the other Peters. You were sure he was turning in his grave because of how cool this story was and how he didn’t get to be a part of it. Weeks passed by and it was time to move on with your normal life, but you just couldn’t. So, you decided to major in quantum physics and spent every waking hour on studying and theorizing about the multiverse. If magic could make interdimensional travel real, then sciency could too. And since your reality had a living Tony Stark, you actually caught his attention with some science work of yours that got published. You were so dedicated to your studies that in the few months you spent on your research, you managed to have a breakthrough big enough to change the course of the science field altogether. Your secret was that you actually did already travel into another dimension, you just had to figure out the math. 

Tony was so impressed by your work and your genius that he actually offered you a job. You accepted, he had enough resources to fund your projects and actually help you with opening up a portal. And now you were stuck in the Avengers compound, developing a new spider suit. You took one of the old unfinished suits your Peter had, doing the final work on it. The suit used inflatable technology and you had to put the metal spider in the center of your chest and press it, after that the suit would just wrap around your body perfectly. It was mostly made of fabric, but it had a bulletproof shield that would activate if the built-in ai detected any kind of danger. It was lightweight so that it wouldn’t stop Spider-man from his acrobatic moves or slow him down in any way. Once you were done with the suit, it was game on. Why were you developing a spider suit? To send to Peter. With all of the Stark money, you were actually able to build a device that theoretically could open portals to other dimensions. After a few calculations were made, you thought you found the exact coordinates to the dimension you wanted to see. Since experimenting with animals and humans was cruel in your mind, you were just going to open a portal, throw the spider suit in and pray that you got the right Peter. 

The device you developed looked like a bracelet. It was chunkier than you wanted it to but the parts were too big to make it look elegant. In reality it probably looked more like a smartwatch than a bracelet. You typed in the coordinates on the touchscreen and prayed that it would work. The device buzzed softly on your wrist, lasers coming out from the side and drew a circle next to you, opening a portal. You took a deep breath as you stared at the room that was in front of you. It was small, untidy, and looked nothing like Peter’s old room. Was that his dorm? Or his new apartment? Did you mix the coordinates up? There was no one there, just an empty room staring back at you. You looked around it, analyzing the scene in front. A pile of dirty clothes in the corner, flannels and sweaters. Looked like Peter’s style. A picture of May was on the desk, next to some bottles of web fluid. Bingo. It really looked like it was the place he was currently at. You took the metal spider that was sitting on the table and a sticky note. 

“I’ll make it back to you. Have fun with this gift, can’t wait to hear back from you :) - Y\N”

You stuck the note to the metal spider and tossed it on the desk next to his web fluids without touching the portal. The suit seemed to have made it through with no problems. Good. Amazing even. One step closer to seeing him.

----

Peter tossed his backpack on the bed as he walked into his room. He took the flannel off too, throwing himself face first and hiding his face in the pillow. He was tired, so tired, and alone. Deciding to go to uni didn’t seem like the brightest idea now that he was alone and broke. Working, studying and being Spider-man on top of that, was draining all of his energy. He turned his head to the side, looking at the mess on the desk as something shiny caught his eye. He lifted his upper body up, looking closer at the thing. It had a note stuck to it. Did someone break in? He walked over to the desk, reading the note.

“I’ll make it back to you. Have fun with this gift, can’t wait to hear back from you :) -Y\N”

Underneath the note was the Spider-man logo made out of metal. He looked closer at it, turning it around, feeling the weight of it in his hands. What was that? He was confused, so confused. How did you even manage to send this thing to him? He put it on his chest, looking at himself in the mirror. The thing stuck to his chest and started glowing on the sides. He looked at it, pressing it gently with his finger. The spider suit that you made wrapped perfectly around him in the matter of seconds. 

“Wooow.” he said as he looked at himself in the mirror. 

The ai immediately turned on. 

“Initiating “Welcome” protocol.” It spoke in his ear, playing a video on his built-in vr glasses. 

It was a video of you that played.  

“Hi Pete.” you said with a smile. 

“Omg, Hi! Hey, how? ”

“Before you start trying to have a conversation with me, this is a prerecorded video. I can’t hear you.”

“Right.”

“So, if you’re seeing this, that means that this thing worked!” you showed your wrist to the camera, letting him see the device on it. “This is an interdimensional portal opener. I’m still working on the name. It’s in early testing, I’m not sure it’s safe to go through the portals it creates yet, that’s why I sent this suit as a test. It has a turn-on system that is supposed to alert me when the suit is working. If I get the signal, I’ll try to open up a new portal so we can try to talk. I’ll see you soon.”

The video ended, leaving Peter speechless. He was so amazed that you managed to do all of this, to create this suit and send it through the multiverse to him. You weren’t joking when you said you would find a way. He had never felt more in love with you than he did at this moment.

“Okay, let’s check this baby out while we wait then.”

“Initiating “test” protocol.”

---

The device on your wrist started buzzing, making you look at it. The image of the spider-man logo appeared on the screen, which meant that the suit was turned on. When the screen finally loaded, you could see Peter’s stats on the screen. You could monitor his heartbeat, his blood oxygen, his blood pressure. Everything seemed normal. You hooked the device to your laptop, getting a better view of the statistics you were getting. You could even log into the camera and see what he was seeing in real time. So it worked. You could see him swinging around the city. 

“Oh Pete.” your vision getting blurry from the tears. You made it. Somehow you really managed to make it. 

You picked your phone up, dialing Tony. 

“It worked.” you sobbed as soon as you heard his voice on the other side. 

“I’ll be right there.” 

10 minutes later Tony walked in the lab, rushing to you. He looked at the screen, seeing that Peter was now sat on the edge of a tower, swinging his legs in the air. The two of you hugged in celebration. 

“Did you try contacting him?” 

“No, not yet, I think I’ll wait for him to get home.”

“Okay, but no sex on the first date!”

“I’m not going through the portal yet, I’m not sure it’s safe.”

“Good, have fun just talking.”

Not long after Tony left, Peter was back at his small messy apartment. You put in the coordinates again, waiting for him to turn the suit off before you opened the portal. 

You finally saw him, standing in the middle of his room with the metal spider in his hand. He looked a bit startled when the portal opened up, smiling as he saw you standing on the other side. He walked up closer. All he wanted was to hug you. 

“No, no, no, no, stop!” you said. He froze on the spot. “You can’t go through yet, I’m not sure it’s safe.”

“But… the suit?”

“The suit isn’t a living organism.”

“I’m willing to risk it.”

“I’m not. I’ll close the portal before you even try!”

“Okay then what is the point of opening it then?”

“I’m still running stability tests, here.” You tossed a second device for him. He caught it, looking at it before he put it on his wrist. “I’ll send the coordinates to my dimension in a few days to see if you can open a portal too.”

“Why not just test that now?”

“I said I’m still running tests Pete! Wait just a little longer!”

----

A few weeks later you were finally ready to actually go through the portal. You didn’t know if you should alert him first or just go for it and surprise him. The surprise sounded way better. You opened up a portal to his room. It was 2 pm, he wasn’t home yet. You went through the portal and closed it behind you, looking around his room. It was so odd to be there again, yet it made you so happy. You were smiling the whole time while you looked around. It felt a bit invasive, plus you hadn’t spoken to him the last few days, but you didn’t really have a plan here. You just wanted to be with him as soon as possible. You sat on the bed, checking the watch to see if he was using the suit. He wasn’t, which meant you had no way of tracking where he was or what he was doing. You didn’t really have to wait long, the door unlocked around 30 minutes later, a very tired Peter walking in the room. You smiled so wide it was actually hurting you. He tossed his backpack towards the bed, practically throwing it at you and knocking you back. Now it really did hurt, not only from the smiling. 

“Ouch.” you said. 

Peter finally looked at you, making  two big steps towards you and taking the backpack off.

“I’m so sorry.” 

You were laying on your back, looking at him. 

“Surprise?” you said, getting up on your elbows. 

He wasn’t really sure how to react to this, he wanted to hug you but laying on top of you was potentially going to crush you, so it wasn’t an option. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up on your feet, hugging you. It seemed like you weighed nothing to him, he did it so effortlessly. You hugged him back, trying to remember as much as you could from this moment. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

“Me neither, all it took of me was to become one of the most respected physicists in the world and joining the Avengers.” 

“I’m glad you did, I really am.”

You looked up at him, holding his face. 

“Did you grow? You seem taller.”

“I don’t think I did.”

“Doesn’t matter.” 

You got on your tiptoes and pulled him in, crashing your lips on his. He held your waist, pulling you closer. You opened your mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. You were running your hands all over his body, his chest, his arms, his back. He moved the two of you towards the bed, sitting down and pulling you on top of him. His hands moved to your but, squeezing it slightly.

“Maybe you should remind me about the first time this happened.” you mumbled against his lips.

He smiled, pressing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh, I’ll make sure you remember this one!”

#fanfiction #peter parker x reader #marvel imagine #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter perker imagine #marvel fanfiction #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman imagine #mcu spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #mcu peter parker #mcu imagine #mcu spiderman #mcu peter parker x reader #mcu x you #tasm!peter x reader #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter one shot #the amazing spider man #peter 3 #tasm peter parker #spiderman requests #open requests

[trashyreptilian]

Man, look at these dudes- The volume. 1 dudes!!-

Yes, I'm still alive. I promise I'm not dead trust me guys please- ahfshagfgsa,, Been wanting to draw some proper ref. sheets of the boys for a while. These are the designs for any AU related content soooo get used to it hehe~

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Biographies (long read):

((If it wasn't obvious, everything you're reading below is all made up stuff for my AU. Fanon junk basically.))

-General Info-

Full Name: Mark Heathcliff

Age: 18

Height: 6'0'' ft

Gender: Male

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Homeplace: Mandela County, Wisconsin (US)

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Greyromantic asexual

-Other Info-

Personality?: Seemingly a nonchalant type of guy, just living his life and avoiding to attract attention. Often feeling like he doesn't fit in with society or any kind of community. He's not much for showing strong emotions, not near random people at least. Typical for him to carry around an "I don't care" attitude and crack jokes during bad times, but it all serves as a means of protecting himself. Being more than aware that showing his vulnerable side to the wrong people, can possibly be used back against him. The calm exterior hides an emotionally struggling artist, who's suffered through past childhood abuse from his mother. Sometimes that pain rises to the surface and accidentally shows up through unexpected mood swings or defensive outbursts. However, Mark knows well how badly he manages his own negative emotions. This kind of heated temper only shows up when heavily provoked or felt like he's backed into a corner. He might seem like a loner, yet in actuality, he's got a few close select people they care about a lot. And, depends on, more than he'd like to admit. But solely because of that, he shows a strong willingness to go far to protect them. Even if it somehow risks his own well-being. Seen in these instances, his more assertive and bold-self comes out.

Thinks Before Acting?: It's mixed with him, either does or doesn't depending on the situation. Typically, he'll try thinking over his actions and words. Especially when he can sense a bad outcome. Though, he's far from being the most calculated guy.

Positive Traits?: Mellow, modest, imaginative, soft-hearted, protective and audacious.

Negative Traits?: Reserved, insecure, confrontational, defensive, self-destructive and resentful.

Way Of Speaking?: Can talk in two languages, the main one is American English. Has knowledge in speaking Spanish, but it's kinda subpar. Remembers mostly from the lessons he had in school. On the odd occasion only uses it around Cesar, who encourages him to improve. His voice is generally calm and soft, with no particular accent. At times, loves using a mocking or sarcastic tone. (Headcanon voice: https://youtu.be/2rHRztFGOm8?t=1)

Occupation?: Works as a stock clerk at a furniture store. Assists with unpacking delivered items, organizing the stockroom, inspecting inventory and so forth. Also, he takes overnight shifts when possible for extra cash. Of course, the entire job itself is for financial stability. Otherwise, he cares little about it. Had hoped to get into some kind of art career instead, possibly becoming a cartoonist. Sadly, he's never gotten such an opportunity as he grew up. Didn't help that he lacked complete confidence, and still does to this day. So it all remains but a little fantasy he thinks about.

Powers/Skills?: Mark being human, don't expect supernatural abilities like how alternates have. However, in his very rare case, having an alternate for a parent did unexpectedly help improve him physically, and made able to defend himself. At a younger age of sixteen, he was gifted his first weapon which was a pistol Glock 19. With help from his father, he trained in remote areas. Shooting useless items that were used as targets. Now, he's well-practiced enough in using it properly, discreetly carrying it when out at nighttime. Of course, not limited to just a pistol. He's also got a metal bat safely tucked away in his bedroom. But for as long as he's known, anything can be a weapon. In a fight, he'll manage some inventive ways to beat someone up. Not exactly a person with a strong-build, yet he makes up for endurance. Fairly fast when running, most likely to outrun anyone. The type of guy to pick his fights. Besides all that, survival skills. Learned a few tricks throughout all the times he's gone out camping. Particularly good at starting a fire. Maybe a little too good.

Hobbies?: Main hobby is drawing, pretty much remained so since he was a kid. His art style is very stylized, expressive and exaggerated. Taken inspiration from his favorite animated shows and movies. He'll usually use a regular sketchbook with a pencil and pen to draw. But he dabbles in other unique methods like graffiti, and pastel art. A more recent past time is using a camcorder. What he chooses to record is random. Can either be a quick recording of his cat, or footage of activities and ramblings. For whatever reason he just finds it relaxing. Not to mention, it's his way of better preserving memories besides taking photos. Something else he does to unwind is watch movies and TV series, or play video games. His favorite overall genre is horror and thriller. On the lighter side, he loves all stuff that's animated, comedy and adventure fiction. Also, collects merchandise related to his favored media. Considers it a luxury, so he's not gung-ho about it. While these are all things he typically does alone. Camping and exploring abandoned places, are done together with his dad. Since they can't hang out together in broad daylight, they always go out during the night. Their activities start regularly, but sometimes end in some sort of chaos when they get overboard with property ending up mysteriously ruined. Just a not so subtle clue into what exactly happens on their trips.

Habits?: Often smokes and drinks. The first one is easier for him to keep controlled, the other is an addiction. Possibly inherited from his mother. He's aware of that, yet doesn't seem to understand how poorly it could affect him in the future. Both are used when stressed or annoyed, but gravitates towards the alcohol mostly. An insomniac, his sleep schedule has been, and still is, irregular. Tends to be active out of nowhere during later hours, and taking overnight shifts doesn't help him. All coupled together, it's easy to imagine his self-care is kinda non-existent. Not to say he's lacking in it, it's out of sheer tiredness and apathy. Irritability is a rather serious tendency due to trauma, and a main fueling reason for the reliance on bad substances. It worsens when experiencing a chain of obstacles, no matter if minor or severe. There's no clear pattern as he can seem fine in the moment, yet takes but one nudge to tip him off the edge. Resulting in sudden outbursts, causing to shut himself off from others.

Relationships?: Mark's dad has remained an integral part of his life. Who's in fact a type three alternate named Him. It's been the only one he's ever looked up to and known as family. Same impersonator was supposed to replace his biological father. It never happened as the target left Mark at a very early age before anything transpired. Sadly, living with an abusive mother got him in a worse vulnerable state. So getting attached to something inhuman, but loving, shouldn't be so surprising. Their growing bond continued while no one else had a clue. He has never cared that it's an alternate. Despite how much he's unintentionally seen and heard it lash out onto other alternates. Its raw wrathful nature is no secret. He looks past it as a means of protection. Many times he has wished he could be as reliable, strength-wise. Since Him's the single father, best friend and role-model he's ever had, he sees it in high regards. Mark would go to Hell and back for it, if need be. The relationship is far from perfect, both struggle to communicate sometimes. Opening up emotionally is hard too. For Him it's worse but as they say, like father like son. They stay silent of all this, safety's sake and to avoid unwanted attention. Living together in a little run-down apartment. Interacting with an alternate for nearly his whole childhood didn't make Mark the most sociable person. Frequently having trouble socializing, he gave up trying to befriend people his age. At some point he simply preferred being on his own. However, one real person managed to start a friendship with him. Cesar Torres. He and Mark were both young teens around the same age when they met. Cesar was a couple of months older. His outgoing personality had Mark spooked. He had little faith they'd be friends for how opposite they appeared. Took a while when he gave him a chance, once he felt like Cesar's character was genuine. They've grown close as friends over the years, Mark still remains secretive on a lot of stuff happening in his life. Usually for understandable reasons, but Cesar would appreciate to be trusted better. Nonetheless, they get along great. Both admire certain qualities the other has which they don't themselves. They enjoy pissing each other off until someone breaks. Random screaming matches over absolutely nothing have happened before. More than once, and only keep becoming more hectic. Moving back into otherworldly beings. Due to Mark's bond with an alternate, a certain figure grew interested in figuring out more about the two. After one major event, a series of unusual circumstances followed suit. Which then led to meeting a theraangel, Xanthan. When their first proper interaction went on, there was nerve-wracking tension. He wasn't sure what to make of them or what his intentions were. A lot of convincing was needed to earn Mark's trust. Managed having a mutual respect as they bonded over certain grievances each had. Later on a different date a bit, Xanthan becomes his guardian angel. Part of a deal made with Him. Solely of this guardianship, they find more things in common and have a deeper understanding of one another. In particular, their connection with art helps them be more open. Slowly Mark views them like a mentor. Maybe even as another father figure. Seeing how he appreciated his longer life experience, he'd seek out advice from him alone on the rare instance. Very few people manage to break down all the walls Xanthan puts up, and Mark was one of them. He proved to be pretty, consistently, insistent in making that guy part of his little family. Speaking of enemies, there's none to directly define as such for Mark. Besides perhaps, some people during his earlier years growing up, and few real family members he's distanced away from. None of them honestly fit such a defining label as "enemy". Yet, that doesn't mean he won't make adversaries in the future.

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((Cesar's bio is yet to be done. Please hold.))

#best friend au #alternate universe #au interpretations #mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #my art

[saltv2]

THIRD TIMES THE CHARMS BABY!

(Nerika HC, multiverse version)

(I am so sorry for the wall of text down below)

No driver license, would definitely be a passenger princess, you don’t wanna be in the same vehicle if she behind the wheel (tried to teach Goldie how drive once)

Inari often saves Nerika’s ass from trouble

Inari hates grocery shopping

Randomly drops off food & supplies to Inari & Ian

They sometimes all train together (except for Goldie his emotional support or something)

Paints Goldie’s claws, does experimental makeup on him

G:How i do look

N:Like you have a husband to leave

G: …. (Huh?!?—)

G: i don’t have husband…

N: well not anymore you do! Now quit moving before i poke your eyes out

(Yes i know he’s not gay or feels attraction in this au, this meant as a joke)

Is cursed to randomly find Goldie’s fur in her house

Attempted to make ice cream from snow after watching a video about it

Strong immune system

Try to kick Henry in the balls and break into his house once

I'm not sure if you stated that Goldie goes outside in his world but l'll imagine, Nerika and him like to catch anything they can get their hands on (small rodents, snails, fish, bugs, frogs, snakes, birds- just anything)

+sometimes Inari requests stuff for them to catch or join them along

Gifted goldie a device so they can communicate when not in proximity

Gave Goldie the sex talk just for his reaction

Teaches Goldie how to do stunts (front-flip, backflip, cartwheel yada yada) got frustrated when he kept using his powers to cheat

She Threw Goldie’s head like a basketball one time

She has strong dislike for big bright lights

Goldie smokes along side her to feel included

deep down she worries for Goldie, seeing how he’s old tech that doesn’t get much maintenance

Robs from large companies (her favorite one is walmart)

She Steals mike’s stories to read and critique later

She bonks people with any item she has in her hand

She likes Halloween in Goldie’s universe, gives her a chance to get free candy and be social acceptable (free candy is free candy) + she drags her friends along for the night

While she won’t admit it upfront (at least when she decently sober) coming in contact with golden is probably one of the greatest things to happen in her life.

G & N perform together, maybe just in the confines of her house but still nice bonding experience

Force Goldie to shower cuz someone dump chemicals on him during a show one time

N & G hold one another for long periods of time brings comfort & security

Nerika probably attempted to piggyback on Goldie when he floating at some point

(I will come back when i have more ideas…)

Oh my god a lot of these are so wholesome im about to cry-

1-Canon!!! This MF can’t drive for shit, while she did canonically drive in her AU, she crashed the car after a few minutes.

2-Canon!! (That’s literally how they met!)

3-Canon!! Inari hates being in public.

4-incorrect, they all manage to get it on their own

5-Canon!! And they all criticize Nerika :-)

6-Canon!! They paint their nails to match!

7-Canon!! They now have to clean more than they did before he came…

8-Canon!!

9-Canon!!

10-First one is incorrect, but the other is Canon!!

11-Canon!!

12-Canon!! And she probably video calls him in the middle of a fight (even in his own universe he has to see blood…)

13-Canon!! Nerika likes making people uncomfortable

14-Canon!! She doesn’t like it when goldie uses his powers to escape/cheat something, because she wants him to learn how to do stuff without them.

15-CANON!!! and she encourages others to do the same!

16-Canon!! It hurts her eyes :-(

17-Canon!! Most likely pressure him the first time.

18-Canon!! So she often takes him to some random techie she frequents

19-Canon!! Who’s gonna stop her?

20-Canon!! She stole freddy’s book as well :-)

21-Canon!! She mostly does it to goldie or Ian

22-Canon!!

23-Canon!! Because now she has not only someone she can always have around, but also someone who can bring her joy <:-)

24-Canon!! She forces him to sing metal to test his fry scream

25-Canon!! He stinks also, she was gonna force him regardless

26-Canon!! (Im gonna cry-)

27-Canon!! She fell off and broke her leg.

(Come back soon…)

[that-green-haired-swordsman]

Found this on Pinterest and it's not meant to be taken too seriously, but yeah, I get where this comes from. Usually you see Zoro being pictured as either a sex machine or as aromantic/ace, and literally never anything in between, and I personally believe that either of these takes is true. It's a manga of the shonen genre and follows the respective, genre-based rules. My interpretation of the character is that he undoubtedly puts his goal(s) on top of everything else. Luffy gets to become the pirate king. Zoro himself is going to be the world's strongest swordsman. Period. BUT. These ambitions go hand in hand with a sacrifice, at least to Zoro. This is going to be a long read and I have to digress a bit so please be patient lol.

Zoro has lost the person most important to him and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He couldn't protect Kuina. Now, we don't know his own knowledge of his parents, but I always assumed that his desire to become stronger and stronger is a direct result of the loss of his parents, something he witnessed, but couldn't do anything about it either. So he chose to follow his father's footsteps and became a swordsman, trained in Koushiro's dojo, driven by anxiety. He made friends with Kuina who died too. And then he swore to himself that never again he would anyone ever become close to him. He traveled alone and at first and kept his distance to Luffy, Nami and the others.

But there's no way to fight human nature. Slowly, he allowed himself and them to get closer and he found it comfortable to be around them, but accepting that they're his friends also multiplies his anxiety and ultimate weakness: losing someone again. He not only wants to become stronger to be the WGS, he also thinks it's the only way to protect his loved ones. When he struggles with an opponent, he can be seen training even harder afterwards. He takes the night's watch. He guards the ship. He only sleeps when someone else is awake. He tells the others to escape when it's dangerous. He tries to take incoming damage alone. He refuses that anyone sacrifices themselves and knocks them out should they try (Sanji @ Thriller Bark). He keeps things a secret. He holds back emotions to remain collected and supportive. The further along they travel, the more of his humanity he has to lose in order to keep them all safe.

Back to the original intention of this post. Zoro has kind of a soft spot for women who need help with something. They just trigger his protective instinct. But he also tries to keep away from any woman because they'd weaken him. And he can't afford to be weak. A woman by his side would mean he'd have to look after her, provide for her, protect her, make sure she's alright, take better care of himself in order to be there for her, all things he simply can't afford and which distract him from his goal (he would think that way, being a bit traditional). Maybe he doesn't trust himself to remain as determined as he was once he's in a relationship. Maybe he's afraid that his partner would try to talk him out of his goal and stand in his way. Which leads me to think how a woman has to be in order to be a good match for him?

We've covered that a woman often triggers his protective sense, I'm not sure though if that is what he finds an important trait. I like to imagine that a woman he'd be interested in has to be similar to himself - independent, strong, able to defend herself, not afraid to put him in his place, self-confident and courageous and most importantly be supportive and understand how he rolls. He wouldn't have to worry about her as much then (he'd still be worried though of course lol). So yeah, ZoTash all the way!

However, even if they'd fall in love during the series, he'd not give in to his feelings before he would have reached his goals, due to the above mentioned reasons. He'd ask her to wait or he wouldn't open up to her until he's the WGS, and then reunite with her and be like "Hey sorry you had to wait" and you know how loyal he is, he'd stay with her until the end of his days. And I think that's another reason why he's not dating a woman - he wants to make sure that she's THE ONE. He's not interested in an affair or something not serious. He's there for the long run. He doesn't give away his heart so easy. He could even play hard to get, to check if his love interest really means it. He wants to protect himself from heartbreak and loss, afraid to experience it ever again.

He wouldn't be a perfect lover, but try hard to be the best version of himself.

#Roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro headcanons #zotash #zoro x tashigi

[causeilikelix]

During the Rainstorm - Chapter Seven

↳ Pairing: Hyunjin X OC, (Mentions of Minho x OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, angst, fluff sprinkled in, smut (eventual), slow burn, strangers/enemies(?) to lovers, non-idol au (I'm sure this'll have a happy ending but I don't have much of it written)

↳ Characters: Yoon Seol (OC), Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho, Kim Woojin (whoops), Bang Chan, Kim Seungmin, Seo Changbin, and maybe some other mentions of the boys

↳ See: Chapter One for full summary and blanket warnings

↳ Chapter Warnings: Graphic sexual talk but no actual sex (yet), cursing, decidedly short chapter (but worth it)

↳ Read on my AO3: HERE

↳ Notes: Sorry this chapter took so long! I moved to Korea and then I moved back to Korea after plans fell through.... anyway, enjoy!

&lt;- Chapter Six - Chapter Eight ->

SEOL HAD NO idea who was crazier.  Hyunjin for pursuing her so relentlessly, or herself for being so responsive to it.  Her cheeks burned after watching that little display with the strawberry sugar.  

It was needless to say, but Seol had the desperate need to say it anyway:  Hyunjin was obnoxiously hot.  In fact, he was probably the most beautiful person she’d ever laid her eyes on.  Those plush lips, his smooth skin, and gorgeous eyes that could switch between innocence and sin at the drop of a hat left her knees wobbly and her panties wetter than anyone had ever made them. 

Seol wished she could blame the aching in her core from the anticipation she had over her weekend with Minho.  However, something about Hyunjin’s, well, everything made her body react to him in ways she didn’t want to think about.  At this point, Seol couldn’t even confidently say that anyone else had ever elicited these kinds of reactions out of her body.  Hyunjin was sure giving Minho a run for his money. 

Seol walked with him side by side down the street, peering into shop windows and glancing at the vendor carts.  His knuckles grazed hers every couple of steps and every single brush was lightning through her veins.  His touch sparkled things in her that she’d never even imagined before.  None of the shops had anything in the windows that caught her attention even half as much as he did.  

Hwang Hyunjin.  Tall, boyishly handsome, and straight out of a romcom.  It was almost too good to be true.  The fact that she had been continuously annoyed with him from the moment she laid eyes on him this morning made it worse.  At the restaurant, the sight of his cheekbones that were sharper than a knife had sent her already rising blood pressure through the roof.  She already was in the mood to scream and curse and cry.  His arrival hadn’t helped the situation.  

At least, not until it did.

Now just his touch was sending electricity through her.  

Seol pretended not to be affected as she peered closer at a street vendor selling scarves.  None of the patterns were quite her style but they served as a decent distraction from the next brush of his fingers.  Hyunjin kept his gaze on the offerings of the various shops as well.  The next stall was full of handmade jewelry and Seol perked up immediately.  She stepped up to the table and the shopkeeper greeted her warmly.  Hyunjin trailed behind, watching as Seol peered at the jewelry.  

“Wow, you have such great taste!”  The shopkeeper approved Seol's choice of a pair of earrings.  A pair of seashells made out of clear crystal.  “Those have been really popular.”

“Really?”  Seol smiled warmly.  She held the earrings up to her ear and peered in the small mirror set up on the table.  “Hyunjin-ssi, what do you think?”

“I think...”  He peered closer, not really seeing the earrings but instead being distracted by the brightest smile he’d seen from her all day.  “I think they suit you really well.”

“How much are they?”  Seol turned back to the woman. 

“Hm, well... normally they’d be 35,000 won, but you two make such a cute couple that I’ll give them to you for 30,000.”  The woman’s sly grin made Seol’s cheeks ignite.  

“Ah... we’re not actually a cou-”  Seol began, but was silenced by 30,000 won in cash appearing in front of her face.  The woman snatched it up before Seol could protest. 

“Thank you, ajumma.  I think they look really good on her, don’t you think?”  Hyunjin’s smile nearly blinded her.  He took the small paper bag from the woman before Seol could even lift her hand to take it.

Seol gaped at him, unable to believe how easily he handed over his money and played along with the misunderstanding.  Hyunjin’s easy smile took her off guard and she glanced down at the earrings in her hand.  The woman took them from her to put them in a bag.  Seol swallowed a lump in her throat.  He made it seem so effortless.  

“Come with me,”  Hyunjin broke the barrier between them and slid his fingers into the spaces between hers.  

Hyunjin gently pulled her along through the crowd.  He seemed to have a destination in mind so Seol didn’t protest.  A cold wind blew down the busy street but Seol couldn’t feel the chill.  She couldn’t explain why she found the back of Hyunjin’s head so fascinating, but it was as if no one else existed.  She was sure there were other people around her but she could only see him.   

It wasn’t until Hyunjin came to a stop did Seol come to her senses.  She glanced around to find that he’d let her to an open plaza at the end of the shopping street.  While there was still a crowd here, the space was open enough for everyone to spread out.  Hyunjin stopped them under a streetlight off to the side and away from most of the hustle and bustle.  He turned her to face him before dropping her hand.  Seol’s eyes glanced at it instinctively and Hyunjin’s perfect lips curved into a small smile. 

“Do you want to put these on now?”  Hyunjin produced the small bag with the earrings in it and offered it to her, “I like the ones you’re wearing and all, but I think these will look better with that dress.”

“Oh, uh,”  Seol reached up to touch her earlobes.  She’d forgotten which ones she was wearing until her fingertips grazed the silver teardrops.  The ones Minho gave her.  “Yes, he gave me these and I don’t wanna-”

“Let me.” 

Before Seol could even touch the earrings, Hyunjin got to work.  He honed in on one ear.  As gently as possible, Hyunjin carefully removed one of the teardrop earrings before moving to the other.  He slowly pulled the post out of her piercing.  Somehow the sensation of his fingers grazing her earlobe sent lightning through her.  Seol watched his face as he worked.  He pulled one of his plush lips between his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows as he focused on not hurting her.  Once the earrings were out of her ears, he slipped the unwanted jewelry into his pocket.  

Then, Hyunjin opened the bag and pulled out the crystal earrings.  The iridescent seashells glittered under the yellow glow of the streetlamp.  He grinned as he watched her admire them for a few seconds.  She reached for them as if to put them on herself, but Hyunjin pulled them out of reach.

“I can do it, I’m not a child.”  Seol protested. 

“Let me.”  Hyunjin’s soft voice washed over her and Seol dropped her hands. 

Seol swallowed the lump in her throat when Hyunjin put his attention on one of the earrings.  He carefully removed the back and leaned in closer.  All of the air between them dissipated as the space between them closed.  His warm, honey smelling breath fanned across her cheek.  His glossy lips were parted in concentration as he guided the post towards her piercing.  She just knew that his lips would taste like strawberries.  His eyes were trained on his task.  As carefully as possible, he slid the post into the tiny hole on her earlobe and secured the back on it.  

His fingers brushed her hair and along the skin of her neck.  His warm breath fanned across her cheek.  Somehow, gooseflesh bumped along her arms and a shiver ripped down her spine. 

Then he switched to the other side.

Hyunjin made a show of turning his head and letting his hair fall into his face a little.  His eyes were trained on her other ear as he advanced.  Seol could only watch.  His skin looked flawless under the light ahead, which gave him an ethereal glow.  Her eyes drifted down to his parted lips.  

His fingertips grazed her cheek as he swept some hair behind her ear.  Seol wondered if he could tell that her cheeks were warm due to the blush spreading through her body.  She wanted to curse under her breath.  Curse in general, curse at him, curse at herself.  She was certain that he was doing this to seduce her and the worst part wasn’t that he was trying;  it was that it was working.  Seol’s thoughts swirled with the idea of leaning in and finally tasting the honey on his lips.  

Hyunjin fastened the earring securely and moved his hands, but not far.  His hands enveloped her shoulders and his face remained within kissing distance of hers.  His eyes darted from one ear to the other for a few seconds before bursting the bubble and pulling back.  His face broke into a grin that turned his eyes into little crescents and deepened the dimple on his cheek. 

“There!  You look beautiful!”  Hyunjin beamed. 

“Oh, I... thank you.”  Seol’s blush deepened. 

“Here, do you want these back?”  Hyunjin offered her his hand.  

The silver teardrop earrings sat on his palm, taunting her.  She wondered if she’d just been blind or stupid but they weren’t even that pretty.  The metal didn’t even look silver anymore.  Bits of it flaked off to reveal whatever dark metal hid underneath.  The shapes didn’t look identical.  Seol stared at them for a few long seconds. 

“No, I don’t.  Minho gave those to me for my birthday a few months ago, let’s just get rid of them.”  Seol started to take them from him but suddenly Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled and he shoved his hand into his pocket with the earrings. 

“I have an idea of how to dispose of them.”  

“Don’t you think that a trash can is good enough?”  Seol gestured to a can a few feet away but didn’t look away from him.

“Seol-ah, wanna go to the beach?”  

~!~!~!~!~!~

“IT’S THE OCEAN!”  Seol squealed as she left Hyunjin’s side to hurry further down the beach towards the water.  The sun was long gone, so most of the ocean looked inky black and she couldn’t tell where the sky ended and the ocean began.  Bright lights illuminated the white sand beach right up to a few feet into the water before turning into the void.  The waves turned white and foamy as they crashed onto the shore.  Seol was certain that the water would be ice cold but she could shake the idea of jumping in anyway.   

Large letters were stationed in the sand with a bright light shining on the words “Haeundae”.  Seol longed to visit in the summer, too.

Right away she determined that her heels would be of no use in the sand so she leaned over to take them off.  Hyunjin joined her as she fiddled with the ankle strap on her silver high heels.  Wordlessly, Hyunjin shrugged off his coat and laid it on the sand for her.  Seol glanced over at him and he gestured for her to sit down. 

“Are you sure?  Isn’t that coat cashmere or something?”  Seol scoffed and turned back to her task without sitting. 

“Nah, I don’t bring anything cashmere within a mile of anywhere sandy.”  Hyunjin took it upon himself to sit down.  Seol glared at him for a second before ultimately deciding to sit next to him.  “Are you planning on going in the water?”

“I have to get close enough to make sure the earrings actually make it into the water.”  Seol successfully took one shoe off and set it aside before getting to work on the other. 

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Sure, but who wears pants to a date?  This outfit was planned with easy access in mind.”  Seol reminded him when she freed her other foot.  Next she reached up the skirt of her dress but Hyunjin grabbed her wrist before she could tug down.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“The only thing worse than wearing heels in the sand is sand getting into your socks.”  Seol shook off his wrist and succeeded in peeling the sheer stockings off her body.  

Almost as an afterthought, Seol glanced around to see if anyone else was at the beach but it was basically deserted for miles.  There were a few people in either direction but they were far enough away where they weren’t going to bother one another.  Seol balled up her stockings and shoved it into one of her heels, though she figured the straps wouldn’t save them from any weather, she could at least keep them from blowing away.  Once her toes were free, she carefully dipped them into the cold sand.  She shivered but didn’t retract her toes.  The icy ocean air blew through her coat but she didn’t really care about the cold. 

“It’s been ages since I’ve been to the beach.”  Seol sighed, staring out into the abyss.

“Yeah, it’s been a while for me, too.”

“When was the last time you saw the ocean?”

“I’ve flown over it a few times on my way to L.A. but I haven’t had the chance to actually go to a beach in four or five years maybe?”

“Me too, I think!  After I graduated from high school a bunch of my friends and I had a party on the beach to celebrate.  I don’t think I’ve been back since.”

“Last time I went to a beach,”  Hyunjin paused to take a long breath as if to prepare him for the words ahead, “I was with my girlfriend.  I told her I loved her and she told me that she didn’t think she was capable of love.”

“Ouch.  Was this the same girl who was married a few months later?”

“No, it was her cousin.”

“Double ouch.”

“Who is now married with two kids, so who’s to say.  Maybe she just wasn’t capable of loving me.”

“I don’t see why not.  You’re kind, generous, loyal, and more of a romantic than you want to admit.”  

“You think I’m a romantic?”  Hyunjin blinked at her in surprise.

“Come on, you basically saved my ass back there from my e- from Minho.  Why have we spent so much time together since then?  You just bought me these earrings.”  Seol gestured to her ears, as if Hyunjin needed reminding of how beautifully they framed her face. 

“I mean, I don’t know?”  Hyunjin mused, “It's been so long since I’ve romanced anyone, I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Well, you’ve done a decent job so far.”  Seol shrugged, “Where did you put the other earrings?  I think it’s time to get rid of them.”

Hyunjin patted his coat until he identified which pocket in which he’d shoved the earrings.  He pulled them out of the pocket and passed them to her.  The metal was cold to the touch and she winced when he dropped it into her hand.  Or maybe it was from the blast of icy ocean air that ripped straight through her clothes.  Or maybe it was the spark of electricity that flashed through her when the tips of Hyunjin’s fingers grazed her palm.  

Seol cleared her throat and rose to her feet.  The sand shifted beneath her and she held her hands out to stable herself.  Hyunjin chuckled from his spot on the coat. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” 

“I’m just gonna get a little closer.  I’ll be back.  Don’t steal my shoes!”  Seol started off towards the line of darker sand where the ocean met the land.  

Seol had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to last very long in the cold wind.  Her toes were beginning to lose feeling and her nose was running.  The last thing she needed right now was to wipe her nose while she was in the company of one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen.  She had to keep some of her dignity.  She didn’t know why coming to the ocean would be a good idea during the coldest month of the year.  Seol was just about ready to go back to her hotel room but she had no idea if she wanted Hyunjin to join her.  

The icy water caresses her toes and a shiver ripped up her spine.  Seol stared out into the darkness, unable to tell where the sea became the sky.  She glanced down at the earrings in her palm.  

Eight months of complete bullshit.  How had she mistaken attention for affection?  Minho may have liked her at some point, if not romantically then as a person at least.  They wouldn’t have started hooking up otherwise.  He must have liked it at least a little because this had been going on for months.  She wondered what could have possibly gone wrong.  When did Minho change?  When did she change?

The earrings were proof that Minho may have liked her at some point.  Though, he’d given them to her without much ceremony.  She’d invited him to her birthday dinner and he showed up halfway through the night.  He stayed for a drink, slid the box with the earrings over to her, then had one more drink before leaving.  At the time, Seol had been touched.  Now she wondered if he’d given her hand-me-downs or something.  She wouldn’t put it past him. 

A frigid wave lapped at her ankles and she shivered again.  

Minho didn’t deserve all this ceremony. 

She raised her arm and chucked the jewelry into the sea.  Between the churning waters and the black of night she couldn’t see where they landed but it didn’t matter anymore.  The earrings were gone.  The void began to call.  She didn’t want to fall into it, but the darkness called to her nonetheless.  Seol involuntarily began to lean into the darkness, as if searching for the end. 

She smelled Hyunjin before she felt him.  His musky scent mixed with wool wafted into her nose.  Moments later, a pair of strong arms slid around her waist.  He pulled her against him, back to chest and buried his head into her neck.  Seol leaned into him.  She decided not to resist him any longer.  His hair tickled her skin and she sighed at the sensation.

“Are you okay?”  Hyunjin’s voice reverberated through her. 

“I think so.”

“You’re shivering.”

“It’s February.”

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?  I’ll walk you back to the hotel and we can call it a night.  You need your rest.”  Hyunjin offered quietly.  

Seol nodded numbly.  

For a few minutes, neither of them moved.  Hyunjin’s warmth enveloped her and she let her eyes slide shut.  With Hyunjin wrapped around her, the winter air couldn’t touch her.  Seol turned in his arms and slipped her hands around his nimble waist.  She buried her head in his chest and he hugged her tighter.  

When she was in his arms, the void couldn’t find her.  He became her tether to the mortal world.  He kept her on Earth.  Seol wished she could describe the feeling of being in his arms.  

She wondered how many poems she would write about him.

“Don’t go.”  She mumbled.

“Hm?”

“Don’t go,”  Seol repeated.  She pulled her face out of his chest to look up at him.  Hyunjin chuckled softly, lifting one of his hands to smooth out her hair, though the wind ruined his work easily. 

“I won’t.  I’ll stay with you as long as you want.”

Hyunjin smiled down at her warmly.  His shallow dimples dented his cheeks and his eyes sparkled, even with the lights behind him.  Hyunjin’s pink lips looked warm and inviting.  Seol had no desire to refuse him anymore.  Warmth spread from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.  It may as well have been August.  

Seol blamed her next move on the alcohol.  But she had a feeling she would have done it without it, too. 

She rose onto her tiptoes and slotted her mouth over Hyunjin’s sparkling smile.  He tasted of sugar and strawberry juice.  For a moment, Hyunjin remained still as he contemplated his new surroundings.  Thankfully, he didn’t take long to melt and part his lips against hers.  Seol sighed into it, gratefully kissing him deeply.  She almost hated that she had to close her eyes because she longed to see what Hyunjin looked like as he worked his mouth with hers. 

One of his arms remained around her waist while the other moved to cup her cheek.  Using this grip on her, Hyunjin controlled the angle to keep the kiss deep.  His tongue swiped along her lower lip in no time and she wasted no time in parting her lips to let him in.  Seol let out an involuntary moan into his mouth which Hyunjin eagerly swallowed.  The muscle swept along hers and she could only taste Hyunjin.  Was it that he tasted of honey and strawberries naturally, or did they taste of him?  

After a moment, Hyunjin slowly pulled away.  He chuckled when Seol leaned up, chasing his lips.  He allowed their lips to connect again, his plush lips pillowy against hers before moving out of her reach.  

“Princess, I’ve spent all day wondering what kissing you would be like,”  Hyunjin admitted with an incredulous laugh, “From the moment I saw you in that coffee shop I wanted to taste the mocha on your lips.  Nothing could have possibly prepared me for how delicious you actually taste.”

“Do you want to come up?”  The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.  

“What?”

Seol removed one of her arms from around his waist to point towards one of the tall hotels behind them.  Hyunjin followed her line of sight until he realized what she was asking.  It was what he wanted from when they first met, and now that he was getting it he wanted to be careful.  He wasn’t going to take advantage of her, but her lips were too delectable to leave unkissed for the foreseeable future.  

“Do you want to come upstairs with me?  I have too much chocolate and champagne that will go to waste.”  Seol’s explanation was weak and she knew it.  They’d eaten and drunk their fill. 

“Are you sure?”  Hyunjin turned to look back at her.  He gazed deeply into her eyes to search for the consent he needed. 

“Yes.  Please.”

“I would love to.”  

Seol used her now free hand to cup the back of his neck.  She applied some pressure and Hyunjin didn’t need to be told twice.  He slipped his hands along her neck to cup her jaw and dipped down to kiss her again.  They didn’t need to go immediately anyway.

A flash of lightning on the horizon fell on closed eyes. 

Several seconds later, a roll of thunder found itself muffled by the surf and Hyunjin’s sigh of pleasure. 

Seol suddenly had never been happier to be cheated on.

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workndeadline you say?

i say 11 & 14 for the ask game!

BOLI! Thank you, mine boss! I assure you I was actually working on this answer when I should have been working on my deadline, but this day went wide on me in weird ways. And please feel free to send some Ask Game my way if anyone else is interested.

That said:

11: Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

Well, I do have some sex stuff. In fact, only just today I typed the upsetting words: "Dooku gonna break that seer in half (respectfully)" while chatting to my gal about this upcoming chapter of 12 months that I'll be posting … hopefully in the next week or so. (And then disappearing from this website forever into the deep woods, never to be seen again because of lingering religious guilt about writing sex.) But that isn't really that weird for Tumblr/Ao3 writing circles.

I think my weirdest writing project right now is The Thunder Answered Back. I slap a timer to give a defeated RotS-era Dooku like 10 minutes to grab up anything he wants to save at the Temple during Order 66, except the catch is that he has no hands. And then, it gets stranger.

It's an Escape the Empire salvage job, not a fix-it. It's part Jocasta/Dooku, but she might kill him, part Jedi family, but they might kill him, I'm wrangling a huge ensemble of obscure Jedi Legends characters and trying to save them all, there are younglings (I can't write kids!), Asajj is in the mix (she also wants to murder Dooku), Obi-Wan, Yoda, and even I don't know what's going on with Sifo-Dyas's ghost -- is he real? is he a figment of Dooku's imagination? is he part OF Dooku? and that's going to be a lot weirder when he takes over the plot and maybe tries to get them to all go save his Clones… ugh.

It's going to be really fun, and I'm behind on the chapter 4 update but actively working on it. Right now I have Winter Depression (tm) and my brain genuinely doesn't work well because of it, so I'm choosing stories that are more comfort food. But I'll be back after it soon!

14 Your favorite side pairings to put in?

Does Dooku/Makashi count, because… I think that's a side pairing in all of my Dooku fics. He loves his friends, I love tangling him up into various pairings with them, but at the end of the day, he really, really loves that lightsaber form. Probably because it's really Dooku/Dooku.

Another few pairings… I do love Quinobi, oldie but a goodie is Qui/Tahl, and I might do something with Sifo-Dyas/Arath soon. I kind of like the whole alternate subtext reading of Dooku: Jedi Lost that Arath is such a bully to Dooku early on because Dooku is inseparable with his crush, the cutest boy in the Hawkbat clan. *making finger guns and winking at Sifo-Dyas*

#my writing #thank you Boli!!! #asks still up if anyone else wants to play #or reblog #I love these