#I fucking think he is so sexy in a lab coat
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Vincent Price
The Tingler (1959)
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Corruption Ch16
(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15
Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, so much goddamn smut like I need help, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation
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"Fangs that secrete enough venom to paralyze whomever I bite, could be useful but also disgusting to get close to others. Hm, no change to body from producing said venom. Fascinating."
It had been two days since the incident. Miguel had reassured you that he was fine, but then proceeded to lock himself in his own lab to run tests on himself.
"Talons on both hands and feet, allowing me to climb walls. Not the exact same way as (Y/N), this is far more violent since my talons could be used as weapons."
Miguel slashed against his desk.
"Wood nor metal can stop me. Not to mention, physical body mass has increased. Height increased, muscles strengthen and-"
Miguel stopped as he looked down. Withholding a chuckle, he returned to typing down his findings. Miguel stood in front of a mirror, taking in his now stronger appearance. He could lift over ten tons his weight, much like you.
"Side effect, eyes have become a red color and are sensitive to light. Senses have also increased, allowing me to hear, feel and even sense what others are thinking. Needs to be trained and nourished more to use in field."
"Miguel? Can I come in, please?" You asked, knocking against his door. Miguel threw on his lab coat, hiding his information,
"Yes,"
Planting himself on his seat, Miguel watched as you entered his lab. That bright smile on your face as you saw him. Miguel covered his mouth, smirking towards your blush towards his chest. Hopefully you won't tempt him too much.
"Are you sure you're alright? You've been cooped up in here for two days. I brought you some food," You said, holding up your cute little lunch bag, "I can put it aside if your not-"
"I'll eat it. I skipped breakfast," Miguel motioned you over.
He watched as you skipped over, opening your bag. He hid his smirk as you stared at his broken desk before continuing to get the lunch out. As you did, Miguel tensed as a new and strange scent caught his nose.
"(Y/N), are you wearing a new perfume?" Miguel asked. You tilted your head,
"No? Do I smell?"
"No, no," Miguel furrowed his brows finding the scent sweet, "Why don't you feed me? I'm starved."
Miguel resisted a groan as you took your place on his lap. The scent was getting stronger as you fed him. Miguel couldn't even focus on the food. Staring into your eyes, Miguel felt something almost primal in him act up.
"(Y/N), come to my place tonight."
"Okay," You agreed so easily.
It was difficult, but Miguel held back and behaved himself. He couldn't help but feel around your waist, needing to touch you. This had to be his Spider instincts kicking in. It had to be, what other reason would Miguel have the strong urge to fuck you?
"Miguel, you sure you're okay? I worry,"
"I'm fine. Just come to my place tonight and wear something that will excite me."
Leaving you with a peck, Miguel returned to his studies of himself. Now that he was a superior human like you, he could begin his plans for domination. To begin his plans to expand his rule of superior humans.
"Now, to test my stamina."
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You were on cloud nine. Was tonight finally going to be the night? Miguel just told you to wear something that would excite him! The amount of sexy new panties you had were going to finally be put to use!
Nearly squealing in joy, you hurried to your office to finalize some work before heading home. As you made your way to your office, you stopped in front of Aaron's shrine that some of the workers put together.
It was a shame. Aaron seemed like such a nice guy. To think that he was the one who caused the explosion and almost hurt Miguel. Miguel had told you everything about the incident so that you wouldn't worry.
At least Miguel was safe and sound.
Shaking the thought away, you hurried to finish you work. All that mattered was that Miguel was okay. Although, you were worried since he locked himself inside his lab. You wondered what he found that had him cooped up in there.
Recalling his strange behavior recently, you tried to think if anything in the explosion could have affected him. It sucked since you weren't as smart as half of the people in this building.
"I wonder...if I should wear perfume?"
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Miguel sat on his couch, waiting for you to arrive. He had done all the testing he needed in order to know that it was time. Miguel was going to make sure you didn't leave his apartment until you were pregnant. He didn't care how many hours it would take.
You belonged to him.
Catching that familiar scent in the air, Miguel stood and hurriedly opened his door. There you were, standing there with a shy look on your face; your scent oh so sweet. The dress you had on was tight, exposing your breasts ever so slightly.
"I'm not taking you to dinner," Miguel told you as he pulled you inside, "But good job on listening to me."
"O-Of course," You nearly stuttered as you fell against his chest, "Um, Miguel...have you been working out?"
Ah, so you finally noticed. Miguel just smiled as he grabbed your hand, gently biting your fingers. You scent getting stronger, causing Miguel to act more rashly. Thoughts of breeding you began to cloud his judgement.
"(Y/N), you'll do anything for me...right?"
"Yes,"
"Good girl,"
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You weren't sure what was coming over Miguel. He was acting a little strange, but it wasn't like you were going to question him. Miguel's hands were all over you as he brought you to his couch. You couldn't help but grow excited as you thought of what was to come.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as Miguel kissed you. His hands were firmly on your waist. Each kiss grew more and more aggressive and hungry. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, exploring everywhere as he pinned you to the couch.
"Irresistibly sweet." Miguel groaned, his hands stroking up your thighs, "Unable...to think straight."
"Mhm, Miguel?" You muttered between kisses.
You gasped as Miguel picked you up and carried you to his room. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, feeling your panties get damp. This was escalating to an exciting point. Once in the room, you yelped as Miguel threw you on the bed.
"I don't care if you cry, I'm not stopping."
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. If your pussy could talk, it would be swoon right now. You took off your dress as Miguel removed his shirt. Sitting before Miguel in your underwear and bra, you were waiting for his orders.
"I've had you wait long enough. Lay down and spread."
You bit your lower lip and did what Miguel said. You were a little embarrassed since you knew your panties were soaked. You gasped as Miguel hovered over you, kissing you again as he took off your remaining clothes.
You arched your back, moaning into the kiss as Miguel started to rub your clit. His pace grew faster the wetter you got. Your body was getting hot and needy. Miguel's mouth was all over your neck, sucking and biting, leaving as many marks as he could.
"Hah~ Ah, M-Miguel~" You cried out, trembling in pleasure.
"Who do you belong too?"
"Ah~ Ah~ Y-You, You, Miguel!" You whimpered.
Miguel's fingers had dipped into your cunt, pumping inside of you at a fast pace. Tears had started to form, feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst. Right when you felt yourself about to cum, Miguel removed his fingers.
"M-Miggy! P-Please!" You begged.
You whimpered as you watched Miguel lick his fingers for the first time. His pupils were dilated and filled with lust. This was a first and new look. Miguel grunted as he took his pants off, revealing his dick, which seemed bigger than before.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood."
Miguel grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulder as he positioned himself. His breathing was irregular along with yours. Miguel's dick poking right at your entrance, begging to be let in. Begging to fuck you.
"Fuck, say it again." Miguel demanded, pinching your clit. You arched your back, squirming slightly,
"Miggy~"
With a sharp cry, Miguel slapped his hips into yours. Your body shivered as you cam from insertion. His dick slamming right inside you, stretching your gummy walls out. His tip smashed against your cervix.
Miguel grunted as he gave you no time to rest from your climax. His hips were rough as he slapped himself into you. His dick bullying your cunt with no remorse. You flung your head back, crying out in pleasure as Miguel's dick rammed into you.
"Miggy~ M-Miggy~"
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Miguel felt sweat roll down his forehead as he held your hips. Why did he have to wait so long for this? You were made for him. Your pussy was sucking his dick so well. The sloshing sounds it made as you cried his name. Everything was perfect.
Groaning lowly as you cam again, Miguel felt you squeeze around him so much. Webbing your hands to the bed post, Miguel kept focus on what he was doing to you. The rim of his dick around forming a white ring from your orgasms.
"Made just for me. My perfect match." Miguel grunted, fastening his pace as he felt his high coming, "Sucking my dick so well. You just want my child, don't you?"
"Yesh~ Y-Yes~" You cried.
Miguel felt his eye twitch as he slammed his hips into you, finally releasing his first load. After months of waiting, Miguel was finally breeding you. Slowly removing his dick just to admire his first work, Miguel cussed lowly.
"Perfect, but so wasteful. Do you want to disappoint me?" Miguel hissed, watching his cum drip out of you.
"N-No,"
"Then drink every last drop."
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You cried and whimpered as Miguel pinned you into mating position, fucking you relentlessly. His dick hitting your cervix, causing you to gasp and twitch with every thrust. Your cunt unable to stop wanting Miguel as he made his dick at home inside of you.
Your vision was starting to blur as your mind grew fuzzy. This was only something you could only dream of. Miguel's dick bullying your cunt. It felt so good. So right.
"Drink up."
"Mhm~"
Shivering, you moaned as you felt Miguel cum inside you once more. It was so hot. Taking a moment to catch your breathe, you slowly regained your vision as you looked up at Miguel. He had a wicked smirk as he looked down at you.
"M...Miggy~" You whispered tiredly. Miguel just chuckled,
"Awe, tired already? We've only just begun."
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Your face was pressed into the bedsheet as Miguel fucked you from behind. You could barely feel your body anymore since it was so sensitive. Each thrust made your body shiver and your pussy clench. You were so fucked out that you couldn't even think.
"My stamina outranks yours by a mile. It's only been an hour and you're tapping out already? Hm, I suppose I did go overboard for your first time," Miguel muttered.
"Mhpm~ Ah~" You moaned, cumming hard as Miguel slapped his dick into you a bit harsher.
"My mating instincts have finally passed as well. Just don't expect any rest any time soon. You will be caring my child. The future of humanity."
You just babbled nothing but nonsense as Miguel gave you one last load. Unable to keep yourself awake, you felt yourself knock out.
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Miguel sighed as you fell asleep. He turned you around, watching the mess of a work he did. He definatly went overboard, but you had to get pregnant. Fixing you on the bed, Miguel lifted your hips and legs up against the bed frame, wanting to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.
"Lyla, keep track on (Y/N)'s health. I want any updates of bodily changes."
"Yes sir, also your suit is ready."
"Hm, I suppose tonight is a great night to start my reign of terror. While I'm out, I want you to start transferring all of (Y/N)'s information and paperwork to this address."
"You haven't told her that she will be living here,"
"(Y/N) will agree...and if she doesn't, I'll just fuck the idea into her."
"Understood."
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costumes (birthday party!matty x reader smut)
day 30 of promptober, and we're coming full circle on toomuchracket with some smut for these two! this is actually incredibly smutty, but kinda cute too - basically, matty's scientist halloween costume is really bloody doing it for you. enjoy! <3
"text me so i know you're home safe, yeah?"
"of course, babe. thanks for having us," your friend kisses your cheek, before being pulled away by her fiancé towards the waiting taxi. "and don't forget - bridesmaid dress shopping next week!"
"like you'd let me forget!" you shout after her. "bye, darlings!"
you wave until the gate closes behind them, and you're about to shut the front door when you hear matty call from the bottom of the steps down to the living room. "ah! wait a second before you close that door, please, sweetheart."
"why, baby?" your brow furrows, as your boyfriend walks slowly up towards you, the lab coat he's wearing as part of his scientist costume blowing slightly in the breeze from the open door. "d'you need fresh air, or something?"
matty smiles softly, leaning against the concrete wall when he reaches you and the landing. "nah. just wanted to look at you in the moonlight, s'all. you're glowing, babe."
"you- stop it, you're making me blush," you huff out; not in irritation, but rather slightly self-consciously, arms wrapping around your body as if to shield it from your boyfriend's gaze. you know he means it - he's complimented you in a similarly devastating way almost daily for the past eight months, after all - but you can't help but be overwhelmed by it. and by matty in general, actually.
the boyfriend in question giggles, and the love in his eyes is unmistakable even in the dim, pale moonlight. "but it's true! you're ethereal. apt, i guess, given the angel costume. which i still think is lovely, even if it is just white lingerie and a halo. not that i'm saying you shouldn't have worn it - not at all, my god, you look perfect - but i'd have appreciated a warning, sweetheart. thought my knees were going to give way when you walked into the kitchen earlier."
the memory of matty's face when he first saw you tonight crosses your mind, pulling a satisfied hum from your throat as it does. you'd suspected the white silk babydoll dress would have an effect on him, but not to the extent it did; he's pretty good at keeping his cool whenever you rile him up around your friends (inadvertently or not), but he almost dropped his wine glass in time with his jaw when you entered the room, eyes widening under his glasses.
those fucking glasses.
"mine almost did, too, baby," you gently close the door and walk slowly towards your boyfriend, swaying your hips very deliberately so your dress swishes and exposes your bare thighs.
just as you'd intended, matty's eyes lock onto your legs, pretty lips parting in desire - annoyingly, though, he snaps out of your little trance to look up at your face and smirk. "well, those heels are really high, sweetheart."
"i mean, yeah, but that's not the reason my legs almost gave out, baby," you smile as you reach matty, moving to lean your back against the wall beside him, looping your arms around his shoulders and tugging him into you. shifting your weight onto one leg (and winking at your boyfriend when he holds your waist to steady you), you cheekily slide the side of your foot up the side of his shin. "do you like my heels, though?"
matty's breath catches in his throat, which he has to clear before he speaks. "they're… yeah, they're sexy. i like them a lot. but," he regains control of himself again, which would irk you if he wasn't so sexy when he's self-assured. "if it wasn't the shoes that affected you, darling, then what was it? or who, perhaps?"
the smirk drops from your face, while a shit-eating grin appears on matty's. you sigh, twirling his curls around your fingers. "you're really going to make me admit it?"
"you know i like it when you tell me what gets you going, darling," matty's hands slide down your hips and up under your dress, coming (home) to rest on your ass. you shiver, partially from his cool touch, partially from the way his lips ghost up your neck. "come on. open up, gorgeous."
"it - oh, i like that," you whimper as your boyfriend sucks a bruise above your clavicle. "jesus, fuck… ok, fine, it was your glasses that got me."
matty's head snaps up to look at you immediately; you pout at the loss of his lips on your skin. "my glasses?"
"yeah," you look at the ground, feeling the heat of a blush creeping up your cheeks. "i think they're really sexy."
"really? in what way?"
you nervously peek at matty, expecting to see him smirking smugly at you - you're pleasantly surprised to see he looks genuinely curious. "promise you won't laugh?"
your boyfriend nods. "cross my heart."
"alright. well," you begin, smiling shyly at him. "this is kinda porny…"
you don't think you've ever seen matty's eyes light up so quickly in your life. boys, honestly.
"...but you look like a really hot nerd tonight, and i haven't stopped thinking about, like, pretending to sneak you into my bedroom so you can help me with my biology homework. reproduction," you giggle nervously at how daft you sound. "i know it's silly. but it's all i can think about."
matty's hands pause their gentle kneading. he stays silent, looking at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes and the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.
that smile should make you feel alright about your fantasy, but it's matty. he's never quiet. neither are you, in this moment, panic making you babble. "but like obviously we've never tried roleplay and actually i don't know if i'd even like it i just think in theory it's hot and of course if you're not into it we can just forget i ever said anything and never address it again and-"
"darling," matty firmly cuts off your rambling, which you're actually quite thankful for given that your body's oxygen supply is rapidly depleting with every word. "does this make it seem like i'm not into it?"
his hands slip to the backs of your thighs and lift you up, eliciting a squeak from you as you automatically wrap your legs around your boyfriend's waist. he grinds his hips into you, as slow as dripping honey, and all nerves about his response to your admittance slip out of your mind, under the front door, off into the cold night.
matty's hard. really hard.
it's your face's turn to light up. "you like my daydream, then?"
"wanna make it a reality, sweetheart," matty smiles, kissing you - long and slow, just the way you like it. he blinks quite adorably when he pulls away for air. "right now, if you'll let me."
"please," you breathe against his lips. "been waiting for everyone else to fuck off all night so you could take me to bed."
"oh, sweet girl, you needed me that much?" matty coos, grinding into you again as he does. "let's go and do something about that, then."
with that, you set off, matty carrying you through the house to the bedroom with surprising speed. you don't know why you're surprised, though - you've done this too many times to count since that first night you got together. a happy little hum leaves your lips as you remember that night - the best of your life, it has to be said - and how desperate you were for matty to fuck you. nothing's changed on that front; you don't think it ever will.
he's gotten better at laying you down on the bed, though. instead of the graceless chucking of your first time, matty sets you down gently at the end of the bed and crawls over you, caging your body to the mattress and locking his lips onto yours. it's not a sweet kiss, by any means; his teeth sink deliciously into your lip, just the perfect amount of painful, and his tongue follows, soothing the bite and adding the pleasure. matty kisses like he does everything in life, with total conviction and determination, and you can't get enough. so much so that you can't stop yourself whining when he pulls away.
"oh, you are needy today, darling," matty smirks. "i love it. and i love you."
"i love you," you sit up on your elbows to kiss him again. "make me feel good, please?"
"always," matty kisses your forehead, hands trailing up to your shoulders, dexterous fingers sliding under the straps of your dress. "may i?"
for the second, but likely not the last time tonight: "please."
he obliges, sliding the straps and cups of your lingerie down, gently lifting your hips to slide the silk off your body and throw it carelessly to the floor. half-naked, you rest back on your elbows and just drink in the way matty looks at you with a cocktail of adoration and sheer want in his eyes; an odd mix, really, but you think it's delicious.
and as content as you are to have him look at you like that, you'd be more content reminding him of how delicious you are. careful that your stilettos don't catch on the bedsheets, you pull your knees closer to you and spread your legs. "i think i'm ready to begin my lesson now."
matty smirks. it's devastatingly attractive. "will you be a good girl for me?"
you steal his line. "always."
"that's what i like to hear. gold star for you, darling," he leans forward to kiss you again, but springs back quickly to gawk at you. "wait a fucking minute."
"what?"
that bloody smirk again. "this is all to do with your academic validation thing, isn't it?"
that's the thing about matty - he knows you better than you know yourself. shit. the blush returns full force to your cheeks, burning enough to heat your whole naked body on this chilly october night. "fuck. probably. is that a turn-off?"
"is it fuck," matty scoffs. he cups one of your tits, smiling at the way you jerk when he gently squeezes it. "i fucking love praising you, baby, almost as much as i love getting you off. and i'm about to do both of those things. yeah?"
"yeah," you reply breathily, as his other hand comes up to your other tit. "fuck, that's good."
matty hums happily. "lesson number one, gorgeous," he quickly pushes his glasses back up his nose, and you clench your thighs at the sight. "breasts. a quick lesson, because they're not too involved in the stage of reproduction we're learning about today, but," he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, smiling around the bud as you moan. "they're fun to play with during it. understand?"
your head is spinning, and he hasn't even properly done anything yet; you force it to nod, pre-empting his request for verbal answers and squeaking out a "yes". jesus. telling matty about this fantasy was a great idea.
he seems to think so too, sliding his hand down your body and beaming when he makes contact with your soaked underwear. "oh, sweetheart, i think i'm going to need a closer look at this."
"wait," you sit up quickly as matty prepares to shuffle further down the bed, carefully taking his glasses off and putting them safely on the bedside table. "there we go."
matty's brow furrows. "but i need those?"
you smirk. "not if you're going get up close and personal with me, you don't. feel free to put them back on later, though!"
"fair enough, darling," matty moves to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, tugging you towards him by the calves. "let me just… uncover the next specimen for analysis, yeah?"
with a giggle, you lift your hips so your boyfriend can slide your panties off; with a wink, he puts them in the breast pocket of his lab coat, and spreads your legs again. there's something really fucking hot about matty being fully clothed while you're naked, save your heels, and you feel the heat shoot straight to your core; it must show visibly, too, because matty groans as he looks at your cunt from millimetres away. "a fucking perfect specimen. and," he presses a kiss to your inner thigh as he looks up at you. "already nicely aroused. very nicely, to be precise."
fuck. this is doing it for you far more than you expected, probably because matty's committing to the bit so much. not that you'd expect anything less from him, but it's good that he's having just as much fun with this as you are.
the praise makes you preen. "all for you, baby."
"good girl."
another gush. matty's face lights up. "beautiful," he smiles at you, that full-face beam you'd do absolutely anything to see, and your heart feels like it might pack in from how much you love him. "and more than ready for our next lesson. are you happy to continue, sweet girl?"
"eagerly so."
"ideal. now, this section isn't strictly intrinsic to the act of reproduction, but i maintain that if you aren't including it you don't deserve to reproduce. or do anything at all, for that matter," matty says matter-of-factly, and you have to cover your mouth to prevent bursting into laughter and killing the mood. "female pleasure. i assume you're familiar with the sensation, darling?"
"extremely."
your boyfriend can't help himself. "too fucking right you are, my girl," he clears his throat and composes himself. "anyway. clitoral stimulation - often overlooked or deeply misunderstood by the male subspecies, a truth you'll unfortunately likely also be familiar with, but extremely pleasurable to the receiver and giver if done correctly. there are multiple methods of stimulation; one of the most common is digital. that is, with the digits, like so."
as his sentence draws to a close, matty's calloused thumb quickly finds your clit and begins circling slowly. as soon as he makes contact with the bundle of nerves, a choked moan escapes your lips, the first of a series of sounds your boyfriend draws out of you as he varies tempo and pressure of his hand movements. an epicurean symphony isn't the only thing matty manages to draw out of your body as he works your clit; after a few minutes and several rough kisses to your inner thighs, you can feel an orgasm building within your body, matty seemingly pulling pure pleasure out of your very bones through your clit.
agonisingly, just as you open your mouth to warn him of your imminent climax, he slows down his circling. "of course, other methods may be preferred dependent on the individual giver. for example, in my own personal opinion, the superior form of clitoral stimulation is… oral."
jesus christ.
you're barely able to inhale a full breath before matty's mouth is on you, and you lose it all anyway by screaming as his lips and tongue suck and lick and flick at your clit. he's relentless, all composure gone, tugging you impossibly closer to his eager mouth as he all but makes out with your just-as-eager cunt. the pleasure builds again inside you, faster this time, and you can feel yourself beginning to teeter on the precipice of orgasm when…
he fucking pulls away again. the bastard.
you whine, and matty kisses your lower stomach in what appears to be apology. "i know, sweetheart, i know," he coos, thumb feather-light on your clit. "you're being such a good girl for me, learning all your lessons so well. one more lesson to go, my darling, and then i'll make you feel good without interruption, yeah?"
"promise?" you croak out.
"i promise, sweet girl," matty nods. "because this is where it starts to get a bit more like the classic act of reproduction - we're introducing penetration. now," he slides two fingers up and down your cunt, covering them in your wetness and pressing them on the sides of your clit, making you jolt. "this can be done as an independent act, but i think it's a lot more gratifying - and fun - to pair it with the oral stimulation from before. start with the penetration," matty slowly pushes his fingers inside you and thrusts them back and forth, both your jaws dropping at the feeling. "my god, that's good - and then add your mouth back into the equation, like so."
he literally announced it was coming, and still the feeling of matty's lips on your clit as he finger-fucks you has you screaming. if you could keep your eyes from rolling back into your head at the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body right now, you'd maybe notice the way matty's concernedly flick up to your face to make sure you're alright - when he confirms your screams are the good kind, his eyes soften, but the black lust within them doesn't disappear. if anything, it gets darker the closer your boyfriend pushes you to the edge, the inaudible analytical murmurs of "you can add another finger for extra stimulation" and "hook them inside to stimulate the g-spot" and god knows what else vibrating through your clit and into your already-fraught nervous system.
it's almost too much for you to handle. your jaw is locked in place, throat muscles tightened to the point where anything but a strangled moan is unable to escape your lips, fingers practically threaded into the sheets themselves as if it's the only thing stopping you from floating away on a cloud of complete ecstasy. ironically, since he's the one making you feel so ecstatic, it's actually matty that's keeping you tethered to this earthly plane - his muscled arms are locked around your convulsing thighs as he sucks and finger-fucks you within an inch of your life. even then, you're still almost dipping in and out of consciousness, of reality, so strong is the buildup of pleasure within you.
you're not sure exactly what it is that finally triggers it, or how long it's taken you to get to that point. but matty does something, and you actually feel something twinge in your cunt as the buildup of pleasure erupts inside you. and that's it.
for the first time in your life, you squirt. you scream matty's name so loudly you almost lose your voice, as you cum so hard that you gush all over your boyfriend's hand and face, a motion you're only vaguely aware of in between split-second long blackouts as your body tries to recover.
matty quickly pulls his fingers from you, a string of excited swear words leaving his mouth as he processes what just happened. he's hovering over you within seconds of your orgasm ending, holding your face in his hands and speaking softly as you come to. "oh, my good girl, my perfect girl, that was absolutely incredible. fuck. how did that feel, darling? how do you feel now? are you alright? talk to me, sweetheart, please."
"felt perfect," you manage to breathe out, smiling dazedly at the gorgeous man above you. "feel so good. thank you."
"i love you," matty kisses you, short and sweet. "that was just… i don't think i'll ever be able to stop thinking about it. i know i say this about something every time i see you naked, but that was the hottest thing i've ever experienced, darling. honestly. i've never been more turned on."
"mmm, love you," you bring a shaky hand up to caress matty's cheek; he turns his head slightly to kiss your palm. "and i want you to feel good now. wanna have sex with you, please."
"are you sure you feel up to it?"
"i am. i do. i want you, baby."
"jesus," matty rests his head on your chest for a second. "alright. but i don't think i have the control to do another lesson roleplay, darling - need to fuck you too much."
you shrug. "i'm a kinesthetic learner anyway. show me what's what!"
matty laughs, quickly yanking off his lab coat and tie. "you're my favourite fucking person on the planet," he kisses your nose while he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the ground too.
stretching, you sigh happily at the sight of his tattooed torso. "you're just saying that because you made me squirt all over you."
"nah, that's just a bonus," your boyfriend grins, kicking off his trousers. "i mean it, though, you really are my favourite. gonna marry you someday."
a gentle wave of love washes over you. "really?"
"really. but first," matty teases your hole with the head of his dick. "i'm going to fuck you."
he's inside you immediately after the words leave his mouth, sinking into you with a moan you echo in your slightly-broken voice. "shit, babe," matty moans, lips tangy with the taste of your arousal. "you feel too good - there's no way i'm going to last long."
"s'ok, baby," you whimper, legs on your boyfriend's shoulders. "you've made me feel amazing, s'about time you took a turn."
despite his exertion - he really is fucking you determinedly - matty huffs out a laugh. "sweetheart, that doesn't mean we won't be able to get you off again," he smirks, not unkindly, tenderly brushing a stray hair from your face. "if it's not too sensitive, can you be my good girl and rub your clit for me, make yourself feel good?"
oh, fuck. you nod, brain and voice taking a second to catch up to your head and neck. "i can do that."
"show me."
eyes locked on matty's, you bring your hand to your clit, and rub the same slow circles your boyfriend did on you earlier. "like this?"
"yeah, just like that, shit," matty's thrusts quicken; you speed up your circling to match, whining and clenching around him as another orgasm quickly approaches. "fuck, baby, are you gonna cum again for me?"
"yeah."
"do it then, sweetheart," matty pants, bringing his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. your free hand tangles itself in his hair, and he moans into your skin as he speeds up yet again. "whenever you're ready… cum."
still sensitive from your earlier earth-shattering climax, and driven to the edge by the combination of your own hand, matty's hips driving into yours, and his fucking voice, another orgasm crashes through you. it's nowhere near as strong as the first, but it's enough to pull your boyfriend to the edge with you. "darling," he manages to croak out, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier the better he feels inside. "where can i cum?"
"on my face, please," you pant, chest heaving with aftershocks. "s'only fair, after i came on yours."
the mere mention of your earlier orgasm is enough to tip matty off the edge. groaning the sexiest groans you've ever heard, matty pulls out of your ruined cunt as you sit up closer to him, jerking himself to a finish all over your elated face. it's a bit depraved, but you fucking love it. you fucking love him.
once he's decorated you sufficiently, matty collapses onto your chest, breathing like he's just run a marathon. he's spent, you both are, but he still finds the energy to sit straight up and look at you with a panicked expression. "baby, you had your wings on that whole time?!"
"hmm?" you lazily turn your head to look at your own shoulder. sure enough, the elastic strap of your angel wings is still there; you tentatively lift it, to find the skin underneath red and tender. but still, you giggle. "oh, shit, that's fun! wait, i must still have my halo on, too, then."
"yeah, you do," matty smiles lovingly at you. "it's quite a sight, actually, baby, your halo askew and my cum all over your face."
"well, the wonky halo is thematic, i s'pose," you laugh. "considering what we just did wasn't very angelic."
matty kisses your jaw. "nah, you were a good girl for me. still an angel in my eyes, albeit a slightly slutty angel."
"your slightly slutty angel."
another kiss. "mine, all mine."
#mads muses#mads does writing#into the birthday partyverse#promptober75#matty healy x reader#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fic#matty healy smut#matty x reader
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Since I'm being Riddler this year for Halloween it made me think uhhhhh how would the Riddlers react to reader wearing their outfit? Also love your writing btw Finnie :>💚
Wearing Their Outfit
Riddler Headcanons
AH thank you lil bug!! and a happy halloween everyone but especially everyone who is dressing up as the riddler in one capacity or another 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive stuff, nothing explicit i don't... think
arkham
regardless of which outfit you steal from him, the suit, the sweater vest, or the ratty vest and shirt combo he's gonna be annoyed. quite annoyed actually
you're sullying them! you don't deserve to wear them! what if people mistake you for him? he can't have that kind of damage to his reputation
so you better remove them, right now. and he doesn't care if you're then left naked and embarrassed, that's your problem. and it'll serve nice as an apology to him to get to see you in that state
zero year
he gets what you were going for, imitation is after all the greatest form of flattery and he can't deny that he deserves all the compliments in the world
but this is the wrwong way to please him, because here you are putting on more clothes, when he would rather you remove all clothes
the hat, however... that can stay on actually. you might have to hold on to it though, because he can't guarantee he'll be gentle with you
unburied
one of the very few times he has ever felt genuine adoration for you outside of his dry, sarcastic way of showing affection was when you borrowed his sweater
the one barbara gave him to wear, stained with his blood, torn and ripped and damaged, but a comfort item for him
and to see you all cosy and wrapped up in it, he can't help but consider that you might even be cuter than he is. but only just!
btas
that hat suits you but his shirt is a little big. doesn't matter though, because for first time in his life he's confused! he doesn't really know what to do
first of all, it seems to strange that something can be cute and sexy at the same time? you can't make his heart skip a beat and his cock hard at the same time, surely?
well, if anyone can, it's you. but that begs the question: what does he do next? smoosh your cheeks together? or... bend you over and clap the other set of cheeks?
dano
he'd lose his god damn mind, regardless of what you have underneath that coat, because his imagination is already running wild
just think how delightful it would be to peel back that mask while he was inside of you, revealing your face in pure ecstacy
even better if you were splattered in the blood of his enemies, but hey he's not going to be picky. the jacket and the boots are plenty
twojar
oh fuck yeah, because here's the thing about that outfit: the shirt isn't unbuttoned, it just doesn't have buttons
which means if you're wearing it he's getting a solid look at your chest, always a positive for him because getting to see any part of your body makes his day
but it proves a bit distracting for him while he's working on his overthrow of joker, so contrary to his desires, you might need to cover up
gotham
can we stay with sweet eddie? season 1 eddie? losing his mind over walking in on you in one of the labs wearing his lab coat, some rubber gloves, and his spare glasses?
the blushing, the flustered stuttering as he tries to ask what you're doing, knowing full well exactly what your intentions are but still finding it hard to believe
because how could this possibly be real? since this is exactly the same thing he dreamed about the ight before. and the night before that. and the night before that. and the night...
#finnie writes#riddler x reader#riddler x you#riddler headcanon#riddler scenario#gotham riddler#arkham riddler#dano riddler#zero year riddler#batman unburied riddler#bu riddler#twojar riddler#riddler#the riddler#btas riddler
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i know you don’t play the game/gacha, but do you have any particular favorite cards/designs? i personally love deuce’s star sending card, it’s so sparkly ✨i also like ace’s newer playful land card, it’s kind of sexy??
Anon! Sorry for the late reply; every time I start thinking about your ask I realise that I just love way too many cards aushdia Deuce’s Star Sending card is great, everyone’s outfits from this event are gorgeous; and Ace’s new card is honestly amazing, so I completely agree with you.
I’ll go through all the characters and try picking one favourite one + list the other ones that I like… it’s a lot… I’ll try not to pick everything lol
Also sorry if I use different names for the same Event in this post, my brain is a bit fried because of the amount of information. But it was a fun reply to write nevertheless.
Riddle – Labwear Groovy, the atmosphere on this one is just lovely and Riddle is very cute; Swimwear (+Groovy) because I'm weak...; Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Boy Groovy, Halloween (+Groovy), , Suitor Suit Groovy, Apprentice Chef Groovy, Broomquet (+Groovy)
Ace – Playful Land (+Groovy), it’s way too cool, I think this is actually my favourite Ace card lol; Suitor Suit (+Groovy), Apprentice Chef Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Fairy Gala Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Basketball Jersey (+Groovy).
Deuce – Rabbit Wear (+Groovy), it’s so difficult to pick between this one and the Starsending one, but Rabbit Deuce is super charming; Starsending Robes (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Boy Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Clubwear (+Groovy), Broomquet Groovy
Trey – Halloween Groovy, I really like it when Trey gets to be a bit spooky and creepy, so this one is honestly easy; Broomquet Groovy, Outdoor Wear (+Groovy), Lab Coat (+Groovy), Labwear Groovy, Ceremonial Robes Groovy.
Cater – Broomquet Groovy, the composition and colours on this one are so sweet; Pop Music T-shirt (+Groovy), New Year's Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Dorm Uniform, Playful Dress Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Halloween.
Leona – Labwear Groovy, but I'm biased because this is the one Leona vignette that I really liked + it's funny lol; Gala Couture (+Groovy), Birthday Boy Groovy, Kingly Garb, Halloween (+Groovy)
Ruggie – Outdoor Wear (+Groovy), really like the angle and the atmosphere, plus honestly happy to see Ruggie enjoying himself lol; New Year's Groovy, Halloween Groovy, Port Wear Groovy, Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Broomquet Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy
Jack – Beans Camo Groovy, such an intense and beautiful card, it’s very energetic; Labwear Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Port Wear (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform, Club Wear Groovy.
Azul – Halloween Groovy, although it’s super difficult to pick one, I love pretty much all the Azul cards LOL but this one is special because Azul is super unhinged...; Masquerade (+Groovy), Labwear Groovy (fuck yeah AzuIde card), Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Beans Camo (+Groovy), Broomquet Groovy, Tsumsitter (+Groovy)
Jade – Halloween (+Groovy) COME OOOOn when it comes to “unhinged” Jade has the best cards to be honest, he’s so deliciously psychotic on these + the new New Year card is SO NICE that it broke me; Apprentice Chef Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Outdoor Groovy, Dorm Uniform Groovy (+ Groovy VIL SHOE), Birthday Boy Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Broomquet Groovy.
Floyd – Swimwear (+Groovy), I picked something spooky for Azul and Jade, and I originally wanted to either pick the Dorm Groovy or the Beans Groovy for Floyd, but then I saw the Stitch cards and they made me so happy that my hand slipped; Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Beans Camo(+Groovy), Outdoor Wear Groovy, Basketball Jersey Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Playful Dress.
Kalim – Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), I thought I’d pick the Pop Music Club one, but then I looked at this groovy again and I god I think this is objectively one of my favourite cards from all of the boys simply because of Jamil’s bracelet reflecting Jamil’s concerned eye; Pop Music (+Groovy), New Year's Attire, Apprentice Chef Groovy, Playful Dress, Gala Couture Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy.
Jamil – Harveston (+Groovy), this one annihilated me, I cannot pick any other one, although Jamil is so gorgeous all the time that frankly it's unfair; Dorm Uniform (+Groovy, fuck), Basketball Jersey (+Groovy), Gala Couture Groovy, Masquerade Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Silk Adorned (+Groovy), Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Broomquet Groovy.
Vil – Halloween, let's face it, this is objectively the best Vil card, the legs, the outfit, the composition, it’s legendary… I honestly love this one much more than the Groovy version; New Year's (+Groovy), Beans Camo (+Groovy), Outdoor Wear (+Groovy), Silk Adorned (+Groovy), Labwear Groovy, Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Jacker Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Playful Dress.
Rook – Beans Camo (+Groovy), I feel like this one has such a strong "Rook" presence, but at the same time it's kind of unusual in a way; Halloween Groovy, Lab Coat (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform, Ceremonial Robes Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Apprentice Chef, Port Wear (+Groovy), Tsumsitter Groovy (bonkers).
Epel – Harveston (+Groovy), the ultimate Epel Card, both versions are very beautiful; Rabbit Wear (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Jacket Groovy (yay Floyd) Birthday Boy Groovy, Broomquet Groovy
Idia – Masquerade (+Groovy), I think I literally picked every card of Idia lol he can do no wrong, but the Masquerade ones just hit different, they're so dramaticly delicious; Harveston Groovy, Suitor Suit (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Boy Groovy, Starsending Robes (+Groovy), Birthday Jacket Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Ceremonial Robes Groovy (aoba looking ass), Broomquet Groovy, Apprentice Chef (+ Groovy)
Ortho – Cerberus Gear (+Groovy), because Ortho is a BAD DOG this card has absolutely no business being this cool, it’s been almost a year and I still can’t quite express how I feel about it; Fairy Gear (+Groovy), Playful Gear, Rabbit Gear (+Groovy), Birthday Gear Groovy, Ignihyde Gear (+Groovy), B-Day Jacket Gear Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Precision Gear Groovy, Burst Gear Groovy (I'm biased), Stargazer Gear Groovy.
Malleus – Dorm Uniform it's gotta be this one, it's stupidly gorgeous and has a HEEL, I feel like this one expresses Malleus' entire being perfectly, but it was hard to pick between this one and the Masquerade+Halloween; Masquerade (+Groovy), Halloween (+Groovy), Labwear Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Birthday Boy Groovy, Broomquet Groovy, Silk Adorned Groovy, Apprentice Chef Groovy.
Lilia – General's Armor (+Groovy), it's so difficult to pick one for Lilia omg all of his cards are pretty great but this one is so ICONIC that I honestly have no choice; Swimwear (+Groovy), Halloween Groovy (FACEEE), Dorm Uniform (legs), Broomquet Groovy, Suitor Suit Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Pop Music (+Groovy), Kingly Garb (+Groovy)
Sebek – New Year's (+Groovy), another difficult one to pick, maybe I'll change my mind after we watch ch7, but Sebek looks so good in this outfit and his face looks so good on this one + the perspective makes me weak; Armor of Eternal Night (+Groovy), Harveston (+Groovy), Masquerade (+Groovy), Dorm Uniform, Ceremonial Robes Groovy, Labwear Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Broomquet Groovy.
Silver – Halloween (+Groovy), the colours are gorgeous on both of these, but especially the non-groovy one: the teals and the blues work so wonderfully with pink accents, Silver is super pretty on this one; Gala Couture (+Groovy), Ceremonial Robes Groovy, Labwear Groovy (this one is so silly he's so serious), Broomquet Groovy, Birthday Jacket Groovy, Dorm Uniform (+Groovy), Birthday Boy Groovy.
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Kinktober Day 1 - Uniforms
GN Reader - Uniforms!
Headcanon style post.
Characters include: Ace, Marco and Kid
N/SFW Undercut!
Ace
He always had trouble pulling his gaze away from how the nurses were dressed, you always saw how he stared at their legs in the thigh highs, the shortness of the skirts, and the plunging necklines.
So you’d decided to see just how he felt about you wearing the uniform.
Sat waiting in your shared room for Ace you adjusted how the thigh-high boot fit against your leg, pulling the zipper of the dress down even more.
You didn’t dare stand up though, the heels were far too high for you.
The door opened and Ace stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you in pink and leopard print.
He said something, well at least you think he said something, it came out as a string of strangled sounds as his eyes widened, taking in your legs, your chest, and then your face as you winked at him.
“I- fucking damn, Babe, you look….” He shut the door and locked it behind him as he came towards you.
“Boner worthy? I’m flattered, Ace.” You batted your eyelashes when Ace strolled over, shorts tented from his erection before he pinned you down to the bed with a growl.
Marco
You always wondered why he wasn’t really phased by the nurses, how he was able to work around them and always maintain eye contact.
You’d asked him once, as a joke, if he would like to see you in one of the uniforms, to which he shook his head and shrugged.
He didn’t think the nurse's outfits were sexy, he was so used to them just being the standard.
So honestly, you wracked your brain for ages to figure something out.
Sitting on his desk one night, knowing he would be back with coffee any second now.
You were naked, except for the white lab coat he sometimes wore.
He opened the door, pausing as he saw you, his eyes widened, not by much but you could tell he was surprised.
Also, his hand wobbled and he spilled coffee on the floor.
“I figure maybe you aren’t into nurses but maybe doctors are more your type?” You said and adjusted on his desk.
“Hmm maybe I just like you in nothing but my coat yoi.” He set down the coffee and had you pinned on his desk in moments.
Kid
You didn’t think he was into uniforms, you even made some subtle hints and he just shrugged it off.
You had no idea what he would like and so you took a wild guess and prepared yourself to either be laughed at until you wanted to jump over the side of the ship or he would rip it off you and have his way with you.
Standing there in a maid's outfit, one of those frilly ones with lots of layers and bows.
The longer Kid took the more terrified you were getting.
What if he’d gone drinking with the others and you were sat here in this silly frilly outfit?
Before you could change your mind the door flung open.
Kid mid-rant to himself but his words died as he looked you up and down.
The frown on his face soon replaced with a smirk as he shut the door with the same force.
He chuckled and sauntered over to you, pressing you against the wall, boxing you in as he stared at the outfit.
“I got something you can clean…” Kid smirked and jingled his belt.
You blushed and decided this had been the correct choice.
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bored out of my mind so here r my obey me hcs for what halloween costume they would wear. idk
lucifer
i just know his ass is the parent with no costume walking behind all of his brothers and having to carry their candy. BUT if he HAD to wear a costume then i think hed wear like a vampire costume or smth. idk i dont think hed wear anything
mammon
werewolf. need i say more
leviathan
he has like a whole bunch of cosplay already so either a tsl character, ruri chan, or like a random ass anime character. asmo would see him putting on his ruri chan costume right before they go trick or treating up in the human world and be like "HELL NO YOUR NOT GOING OUT LIKE THAT" and make him wear something else. anyway he went out as a diff anime character. but SPECIFICALLY an anime character that has headphones so he can listen to happy halloween by junky on loop throughout the night to drown out the sounds of his brothers arguing while belphie and satan plot ways to kill lucifer (they are literally plotting out loud right behind him and lucifer repeatedly goes "you two realize i can hear you, right?" at least four different times and every time he says it they look at him like hes insane before going back to plotting out loud)
satan
either a werewolf or cat
heres why.
cat: for obvious reasons
werewolf: if lucifer decided to go as a vampire then hed go as a werewolf bc i just KNOW hes read twilight (source: trust me bro). if hes upset about being werewolves w mammon then hell go as a cat instead
asmodeus
its the one time of the year where he can wear whatever the fuck he wants so he goes all out!! makeup, dresses, high heels, everything!! hed probably wear one of those sexy nurse costumes and be silly all night while flirting w the humans that r giving out candy
beelzebub
burger. like the burger costume jade west wore from victorious. (please know what im taking about please know what im taking about please know what im taking about please know what im taking abou-) it makes him hungry tho so yall have to stop by mcdonalds every two seconds (rip ur wallet bc none of them have human world money </3) either that or a werewolf just like in the halloween event
belphegor
he wears the fuckin snork mimimi old man pjs and he has the long ass hat and fuzzy slippers and he carries around a candle and everything. also hes carrying his candy in a pillowcase and ends up making lucifer carry it not even halfway through the night bc "hes tired"
diavolo
hed be like "yippee!! human world candy!!" in his demon form and the humans giving him candy would be FUCKING TERRIFIED. theyre shaking and slowly giving him the whole bowl of candy and hes like "oh my!! i didnt know humans were so generous!"
barbatos
he probably wouldnt wear a costume. hed just be following diavolo around tho. diavolo would beg him to do smth tho so hed end up going in his demon form or smth
luke
he was debating what he should dress up as like the whole month of october and every. single. time he asked, the brothers would be like "go as a chihuahua." and hed lose his shit. he ended up going as a flying squirrel tho so that was adorable.
simeon
idk i feel like he wouldnt wear a costume. hed help luke carry around his candy tho. luke would beg him to just wear his angel outfit and hed give in. he would get soooo many compliments throughout the night.
solomon
hed be like a mad scientist w a white lab coat and safety goggles and gloves and everything
OR (this one is my favorite out of the two for him)
jack skellington. now here me out on this one-
#obey me swd#obey me#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me nightbringer#idk how to tag this HELP ME#obey me satan#obey me luke#obey me simeon#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#obey me solomon
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After a secret is revealed brocedes!
Nico burst inside the lab, the panels of his white coat flapping furiously behind him.
“You,” he said, ripping a spare pair of safety goggles from the rack near the door and shoving them over his head. He stalked over to Lewis’s bench and slammed his palms down on the table. Lewis’s glassware rattled, and the spongy surface of the gel medium he was inspecting quivered underneath the microscope.
“You got the Lauda Award,” said Nico. His face was flushed, and his hair was in disarray, barely mollified by the band of his safety goggles. “What happened to applying together, Lewis? We had a plan.”
Lewis nudged the petri dish out from under the lens and capped it, setting it to the side. Now that Nico was here, his work was certainly done for the day. “I decided to go for it.”
“Ugh,” said Nico, an ugly noise in his throat. He carded a hand through his hair, freeing several locks from the confines of his goggles. His hair fell over his face in a floppy sheet, exactly like it had when he and Lewis were fifteen. Lewis watched him shake silently with rage and resentment, shivering like a malfunctioning machine. Eventually he produced a packet of folded papers from the pocket of his coat. He shook the paper in front of Lewis's face. “HAM4 transcription factor misfolding is related to muscle function in adults with cerebral palsy.” Nico’s whole face was screwed up, like he was tasting something sour. “Since when do you even work on this?”
Lewis's heart skipped a beat and began to race, blood pounding anxiously in his ears. He busied his hands flipping the microscope off. Nico was accusing him of keeping his research secret as if Nico didn’t close his laptop whenever Lewis walked behind his desk on the way to make tea—as if Nico didn’t shut the door to Toto’s office when he was in there, so that Lewis couldn’t hear them down the hall. As if their days of sharing crib sheets and editing each other’s papers weren't already a decade in the past.
“Where did you get that?” said Lewis, standing from the stool. He shoved the cover over the microscope and lifted the petri dish to return it to the incubator.
“You really should lock your desk,” said Nico, eyes dark.
Lewis blinked, and paused where he was, halfway across the lab. He spun around, petri dish in hand. “Let me get this straight,” said Lewis. “You’re accusing me of breaching your trust when you stole my research from my desk?”
“We had a plan,” Nico whined. It really was whining. Lewis used to think it was sexy, how Nico’s voice climbed to a woman’s breathless octave when he wanted something badly. “Fuck, Lewis,” he said. “One more year, and then we were going to do it together.” Lewis watched him make a big show of damning the lab safety protocols and removing his goggles to rub at his angry eyes. “It’s fucking over, now.”
“We shouldn’t be collaborating anyway,” said Lewis, shaking. He turned back around to finish putting the tissue culture away. It was better if he didn't have to stare at Nico’s red face. “Our fields are diverging. We’re only going to slow each other down.”
“I’m not talking about collaborating,” said Nico, coldly. “We’re done. Find a new apartment, and find a new fucking boyfriend. You seem to like that geeky post-grad just fine—maybe he’ll fuck you and let you leech off of his grant too.”
Nico turned around and walked out in the same way he had entered, in a giant, theatrical flurry, flinging his goggles and Lewis’s research at the ground. The door slammed shut after him, and Lewis was left kneeling in front of the incubator, warmth radiating through the little glass window in the front, his dish of muscle cell culture tucked gently inside.
His research fluttered to the floor, a snowstorm of text and tables, and settled on the vermiculite. Some dreams died. Lewis decided he could live with that.
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LESS THAN 20 DADDY LEORIO SMUT POSTS ON TUMBLR??????? NAAW. SAME THING ONLY A HANDFUL OF PAPI KITE ?! THEREFORE HOOKERS<3, YOU KNOW WHAT IM BOUT TO DO. Here’s a quick Leo, Kite otw. This might be trash but I just wanted to add sum to the tag ;-;
I need a doctor ♡
CW: Leorio Paradinight x fem reader smut, kinktober, maybe? established relationship/living together, costume party theme, light roleplay, drinking mention, oral, quickie, fun stuffs
“Doctor Leorioooo~” you called to him longingly, finally stepping out of your shared bedroom to give him a show. Tonight you would be attending a costume party held by an older friend of a friend. Your sweet boyfriend, deciding that he already had most of the necessary pieces to put together the costume anyway, decided to attend as a doctor. And, as he suggested, what good is a doctor without a sexy nurse? You went along with his excitement, even though you thought it was kind of cliche before, but now? Seeing how the thin fabric hugged your curves and settled against all the right places was enough to convince you that Leo was onto something. The added height from your heels and the silky stockings around your legs made you feel like you fit the role perfectly.
“Are you ready y/n, can I see yet??” The lanky man sat in the living room, covering his eyes as per your instructions. He looked so smart and adorable: business casual attire underneath his lab coat, and a stethoscope draped around his neck.
“Yes! Look!!” You squealed and struck a cutesy pose.
“Hoooly shit. Babe…” the second Leo opened his eyes, they were stuck to you. His jaw practically dropped to the floor, mans was flabbergasted at the fantasy you brought to life for him. “Babe. You are fucking hot. Look how sexy you are!!” He clapped for you and whistled at your figure.
“Stoppp, hehe. Thank you, handsome,” you were a blushing mess. Leave it to Leorio, the undefeated champion hype-man, to gas you up beyond belief. “We better get going before I try to keep you at the house all to myself.”
He cocked a brow before responding, “Is that a promise?” He was shamelessly eyeing your tits, licking his bottom lip as he waited for your response. Your thighs clenched.
“Babyyy, we’ll have plenty of time for that later, we should get a move on,” you replied half heartedly. You did want to go, sure, but you were kinda horny too… it’s hard not to be when you and your boyfriend got dressed up and look this good.
“Mm, come sit in my lap. Just for a second, baby, please? C’mere.” He had that familiar lust-filled glint in his eyes, and you weren’t entirely sure it would only be a second like he said. Nonetheless, you sauntered over and straddled him. Leorio’s hands immediately groped your ass and helped you settle on top of him. “Atta girl,” he praised with a light slap to your ass cheek. He kissed your lips lightly as to not mess up your lipstick. “Wow, baby,” he whispered softly, resting his face against your boobs. He kissed and sucked at the flesh, causing you to lightly grind against his lap. Leorio lifted his head and almost gave you a hickey near your collar bone, but you stopped him before he could finish.
“Leooo, baby we need to get going!” You insisted, reluctantly climbing off of him.
He sighed deeply. “Fiiiiine, but I won’t go easy on you later for making me wait so long.”
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The party was pretty lively, although you couldn’t really find anyone you knew. Maybe Kurapika wasn’t the type to go to costume parties. Or maybe these were mostly Leo’s friends from university. No matter. You grabbed a drink as your sweetheart chatted with his colleagues in costumes. After a light snack and a few drinks, you had a brilliant idea.
Leorio made his way back towards you after a few minutes, snatching a cupcake from the snack table. “What’s up, buttercup?” He asked sweetly.
“Doctor, I think I need your help,” you cooed innocently, doe-eyes meeting his curious gaze. Leorio blushed at your pet name for him. He knew it would someday be his official title, but for now, he was playing a role—one he took seriously, no less. After finishing his dessert, his switch flipped into doctor mode almost immediately.
“Oh, what’s wrong, honey? Do you have a headache? Do you need some medicine? You know I always have—”
“No, I think I just need a dose of Leorio. Maybe you can examine me,” you teased, grabbing at his clothes. You laughed at your stupid joke. Leorio squinted and shot you a look like he was only half amused.
“Ha-ha, y/n, very funny.” He took a step forward and stood against your chest. Leaning in close to your ear, he spoke in a low tone, “If you wanted to sneak off and fuck around in the bathroom, you could’ve just said so.” His words caught you off guard.
“I-, well, I wasn’t sure if you, um…” you stumbled through half a sentence. Leorio grinned fiendishly upon realizing that he was making you nervous.
“Here, I’ll help you. Come on,” he said flatly and dragged you by the hand towards the bathroom.
You stumbled in the door behind him, neither of you trying to hide entering at the same time. Leorio shut the door quietly. “Now… what seems to be the problem, nurse y/n?” He questioned with a subtle smirk.
“I have, uh, just a few aches I think, doctor,” you replied, taking a seat on the bathroom counter.
His gaze was back to the same intensity as earlier, he was fucking you with his eyes and would not ease up. “Could you tell me where at?”
“Um, it’s a little inappropriate, doctor…” you bit your lip softly. “Here,” you responded, and as you did so, you spread your legs for him to see and placed your fingers over your clit, covered by your lacy panties. Your dress hiked up your hips in the process.
He let out a nervous laugh. “I think I need a closer look…” he first leaned in close to your lips, kissing you firmly but gently, lipstick smearing across both of your faces. You touched yourself with your fingertips as he kissed you, his hands beginning to wander down your body. He broke the kiss and dipped his head down to your wide open legs, forcing your back up against the bathroom mirror for support. He brought his nose dangerously close to your sex, retracting with a hum. He glanced up at your face and hit you with a devilish smile. Leorio pushed your panties to the side and kissed your clit softly. His tongue poked out from his lips as he delivered tantalizing kitten licks to the area. You moaned shamelessly, one hand finding its way to the back of Leo’s head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Leorio gripped at your thighs with his free hand, the skimpy stockings were really doing it for him. He sucked you into his mouth slowly, your body burning at the action. One more kiss to your clit and he’s back to fully standing. Fucking tease.
“We can’t spend all night in here. You better hurry up and bend over.” He said forcefully. “Doctor’s orders.” You might’ve laughed if his sudden dominant aura wasn’t turning you on. Quickly sliding off the counter top, you did as he asked: bending over and leaning on the counter, you stuck your ass up in the air, weight shifting slightly on your tip-toes for a better angle. His palm met your ass with a harsh slap before pulling up your dress to slide off your panties. “Good girl.” Your boyfriend slipped two fingers in your cunt and shivered at the wetness. “I’m surprised you weren’t begging for me sooner, being this wet,” he teased. “Damn, alright.”
He unbuckled his belt and you watched in the mirror as he worked his pants down juuust enough to slip his cock out. You felt him push his length between your thighs tortuously slowly, the friction dragging along your bundle of nerves, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “Please, Leo,” you whimpered softy. “Don’t make me wait.”
He smirked. “Uh huh. Now look who’s impatient after they made ME wait earlier,” he retorted. “I’ll give you a little now, but you’ll just have to get the rest at home.”
He pushed the tip into your aching cunt in one swift motion, pulling a moan from both of you. You see, he planned to only please you a little bit like he said, hit it nice and deep but slow enough to make you want more… yeah, that didn’t happen. Leorio was way too wound up to go slow right now. After maybe 2-3 slow thrusts, his pace became frantic. His hands grabbed on to the sides of your hips harshly, lewd slapping sounds echoed through the room. His dick kept kissing your cervix perfectly. He was in over his head. Leo didn’t have it in him to ruin yours or his own orgasm, so he just decided to let you both ride it out. After all, he could always have more later, right?
Your back arched so nicely like this, hips tilted back and up like your hole was made to be filled by Leorio. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled on it, sending your back into an even deeper arch. The sensation was painfully pleasant. Your whimpers and cries couldn’t be heard outside the room, but you still tried to minimize them. Leo’s soft pants were becoming more frequent, you knew he was gonna cum soon. You rubbed your clit harshly and came hard and fast, a loud cry escaping you on accident. “aHhh~,” you couldn’t help it. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly as he pulled out of you. Your panties weren’t down all the way, they were draped around your knees. He decided to cum in your panties and make you walk out with them wet, the dirty bastard. Hot liquid dripped into your underwear, some drops clinging to your thighs as he came.
You turned around to face him, eyes wide at his action. You looked him in the eyes as you pulled your panties up, humming as the cum-soaked garment made contact with your pussy.
“I think… it’s time to go home, hmm?” You suggested, your breathing beginning to steady itself. Leorio nodded, still fighting to catch his breath. “I want more of youuu,” you whined.
“Huff, I-, hah, yeah, I can do that baby. Let’s get cleaned up and head home first.” Your boyfriend kissed you passionately, the color on his cheeks almost matched the smeared lipstick across his mouth. His flushed face complimented his pretty, chocolate puppy-dog eyes. “You are amazing. I love you so much,” he confessed genuinely.
“I love you too, Leo, let’s go home. I can’t wait for round two,” you giggled and winked at him.
“Guess I’ll need my nurse y/n to take care of me after this,” He sighed and laughed back, holding your hand as you left the party, basking in the shared secret of your bathroom rendezvous.
#leorio smut#leorio paradinight x reader#leorio paradinight smut#leorio x reader#hxh smut#hunter x hunter smut#daddy leorio#he’s so clingy I love him
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I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻
god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"
it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it
so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.
he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in
i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds
basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man
maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3
so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to
dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings
etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)
anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk
dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really
overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:
The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.
Well, not the only one. But still.
And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-
Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk.
There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.
Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.
"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.
"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"
It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?"
"I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.
meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything
the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank
#asks!!#wip#supernatural#destiel#it's soooooo dumb but sometimes a fic is junk food#dean deserves to have his doctor kink well and truly fulfilled#also the patrick dempsey lore actually kills me like every time i think about i cannot believe how it's all connected...#jensen ackles poly relationship with marilyn monroe and guy named cass in blonde. years pass#dempsey moves to grey's anatomy while ackles goes on to spn both airing in 2005.#dean is secretly into a show clearly parodying grey's anatomy. dr. sexy is definitely based off of dempsey's mcdreamy and is dean's fav#s4 of spn castiel is introduced. dean calls him cas.#14x12 has cas dressed as a doctor. 15x15 has cas talking to a pastor that played dr. sexy who tells him being gay is cool. what the fuck.
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🎃👻🍬 helo it is meee the melvinborg freak :333
Y'know those sexy school costumes where it's like, a really short skirt n shit? Well i wanna flip that. Sexy TEACHER outfit. The reader wears THAT and surprises borg with it. Like he comes home from a stressful day at work and the reader is wearing one of his lab coats over the costume (because 1. dramatic effect, 2. those outfits be COLD AS HELL reader need warmth, and 3. Melvinborg surely owns a labcoat yk) so he doesn't know theyre wearing it. The reader helps him relax, lets him sit on the couch or something, then they start talking about Halloween. Then they bring up costumes and BAM the lab coat comes off and the reader is revealed to be wearing sexy teacher outfit because knowledge is sexy as fuck yk yk. And uhhhh borg loses his mind. He just looks them up and down before dragging them to the bedroom (he has strong cyborg hand,, can throw reader over him shoulder very easy and carry them). And ykkkk he had a stressful day sooo blowing off steam may do him some good yk yk yk (sex he wants SE—)
Sorry 4 writing so so much I got carried away :333
I love cyborg coc— 💥
Hello,, my lovely dkmunrjfhjeri i love your littel brain xd. Also toootally didn't do this a day late lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!
Melvinborg x Reader - Tiresome Day (Semi-NSFW)
It’s been a long day for Melvin– you could immediately tell as soon as he walked in through the front door. His weary footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one a testament to the day he had endured. When he stepped into the living room, you saw that his shoulders were slumped under the weight of fatigue, and his normally vibrant eyes were now dull and heavy.
You gave him a weak smile from your spot on the couch. “Hey darling. Tired?”
He released a deep sigh, opening his mouth to speak… only to squint at you when he saw what you were wearing. “Is that… one of my spare lab coats?”
“Is it?” You looked down at yourself, playing coy. “I really hadn’t noticed.”
Melvin rolled his eyes– in which you only now noticed that his robotic one seemed much duller than usual. “Sure you haven’t, you… unbaked poptart…” He flopped down onto the couch next to you.
"Unbaked poptart, huh? I think that's a new one," you teased, nudging him gently. When he didn’t respond, your hands migrated to his shoulders. “Though, it is a bit cold in here.”
He relaxed to your touched, letting you do as you pleased. “Is that why you’ve stolen my lab coat?”
You chuckled softly, continuing to knead his shoulders. It felt weird trying to massage metal, but he seemed to enjoy it so you chose to keep going. "Well, you know, your lab coat has this certain... warmth to it. Plus, it makes me feel a little closer to you when you're away."
Melvin leaned into your touch, a faint smile playing on his lips as the tension melted away from his shoulders. "Fair enough. Just don't get any strange ideas about conducting experiments of your own."
“I make no promises.”
The next ten minutes continued in a similar manner, with him making mild comments and with you making him comfortable. As you worked on his back, you could sense the stress slowly dissipating. Melvin seemed to be gradually unwinding, the weariness of the day fading into the background.
Eventually, he let out a long, contented sigh. "You have magic hands, you know that?"
You grinned, giving his shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Years of practice. It's all in the technique."
“Technique?” He snorted. “If you say so, my lovely. I guess all these years of shoulder and back rubbing is starting to pay off.”
You hummed thoughtfully in response, looking down at yourself… “Say,” you began randomly, “What do you want to be for Halloween?”
“You want me to dress up for Halloween again?”
You nodded, mischief dancing in your eyes. "Of course! It's a tradition, isn't it? Last year's intergalactic explorers costume was a hit at the workplace. I think this year we should do something even more… exciting.”
Melvin took a moment to respond, thinking. “Well… we could do couples costumes. Something that’s different from one another, but has the general theme.”
“Well… what if I already have a costume picked out?” You said, trying not to smirk.
He looked down at you. “And what did you…” He trailed off, seeing that you had slid off his lab coat, revealing the outfit underneath.
You were wearing a sexy teacher’s outfit, showing a decent amount of skin. After a moment, you spread open your legs. “Do you like my outfit?” You fluttered your lashes at him.
“I… love your outfit,” he said slowly, his hands going to your hips.
“Do you?” You shifted around to where you were facing him. “Can you show me how much you love my outfit?”
The robotic half of himself made a soft whirring sound, slowly rubbing up and down your sides. “Were you… just sitting here, waiting for me to come home?”
“...Yes.” You gave him a slight giggle. “Yes, I suppose I was…”
His robotic hand went under your shirt, sending a slight chill up your spine. He was either extremely hot or extremely cold to the touch– no inbetween. Though, it was easy to warm him up…
“Tuh-Take off my shirt for me?” You whispered.
His hands went to your front, slowly unbuttoning your shirt for you. You were pretty sure he was purposely going slow.
Once he had unbuttoned the shirt completely he tossed it to the side, completely focusing on you.
“How far do you want to take this?” He asked, keeping his hands away just for the moment.
“However far you want to go right now.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know you’ve got to be tired, so you can do whatever you like.”
Melvin hummed in response, nuzzling your neck. “I can do whatever I like?”
“Anything.”
A smirk slowly rose up across his features, rubbing his hands up and down your sides once again. He placed kisses along your neck, though occasionally nibbled and sucked your flesh, creating bright hickeys you’ll have to hide later.
You released soft noises, combing your fingers through his vibrant orange hair. You highly doubted your neighbors could hear your moans… but you were never certain if they could or not. Maybe they could hear you– maybe that’s why they never seem to be around outdoors. You didn’t know. And, you sooort of didn’t care, either.
“Melvin,” you mumbled, relaxing against him.
He went further down, nibbling at your collarbone and shoulders. His mouth had a strange texture, being half metal and half normal, but it was very easy to get used to.
After a while, he glanced back up at you. “Should we… move elsewhere?”
You paused, glancing around the living room. There were two windows, though it had curtains covering them…
“Let’s go to our bedroom,” you told him.
You were about to stand up– but before you could, he picked you up as if you were a petite little princess, holding you carefully in his– somewhat– strong arms.
“Melvin!” Your face warmed, causing him to laugh.
After adjusting his grip on you, he began to walk in the direction of the shared bedroom…
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thinking about D word matty in glasses and in the scientist coat and nothing else fucking the life out of you in front of a mirror and him being all sweaty and the glasses are crooked and ughhhhh the voices in my head
jesus fucking christ. like a continuation of that thing i mentioned yesterday in the role play ask - rather than fucking you over his desk, though, matty drags you to your makeup table in your shared bedroom because "i want you to be good and watch me bend you over", before he pulls your panties off and starts to fuck you. like you said, he's still got his lab coat and glasses on; you have glasses on too, and your dress is functioning more like a belt, just bunched around your waist. and you KNOW the sex is good - although matty's railing you hard, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your head up by the ponytail so he can preen at watch the way your eyes roll back into your head and your jaw trembles as he hits deeper and deeper inside you, he's still sweet to you, leaning down to whisper "fucking look at you taking my cock so well, my good girl, my perfect girl, all fucked out and beautiful. feel so fucking good around me, christ, never want to leave, want to stay like this forever. bet you'd fucking love that, wouldn't you, perfect little slut that you are. my perfect little slut, my girl, all mine". and you just turn around and pout, desperate for matty to kiss you; he coos and obliges, before pulling back and saying "you're close, aren't you, sweetheart? you wanna cum? go ahead, babe, cum all over my cock", and he lets go of your hair so he can reach around at rub at your clit. as soon as he touches it, you're a goner - you're shaking from how hard the orgasm is, reaching back to put your hand on top of matty's on your hip, a silent beg for him to keep fucking you through it. he follows soon after with a groan of your name, fucking into you through his own orgasm with precise, deep, slowing movements; watching his face in the mirror as he does almost makes you cum again, it's so fucking sexy. and the two of you just lie there, you on the table and matty on you, breathing heavily and twitching slightly lmao - matty presses a kiss to your head and says "thank you, my love, did so well for me", and all you can do is give a blissful exhausted smile in response. you stay like that for a little while, just basking in the post-sex glow, before matty somehow finds the energy to carry you to the bathroom to clean you up before bed. but yeah. good shit <3
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thia's art has reignited my love for raf so these are all for baxter and raf; imma go ahead and pull a bunch of these out but ofc ignore anything you dont wanna answer🖤:
fantasy
lingerie
music
names
sounds
eee real their style is so pretty and i always love seeing Rafael love of my life Rafael <3 ty for sending these!!!!!
fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?
im not sure if this counts as a fantasy or a kink, but Baxter has always lowkey wanted to give a partner a physical exam as foreplay, although its less of a "sexual" fantasy and more of a form of intimacy for them. they like knowing that their partner is healthy, and if they're already going to be naked and touching each other, why not check your partner's tits and balls for lumps? Rafael is the only partner of theirs theyve done it with, and they do it at least twice a month
lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?
Baxter's lab coat is the lingerie
Rafael is the kind of person to prefer seeing his partner in pajamas bc its sexier knowing theyre comfy & also he's more likely to wear it. he thinks its fun when Baxter gets all flustered bc he's wearing a sexy little strappy harness type bra or a corset, especially when they come home from a long shift and he's been waiting for them
Baxter has worn lingerie for previous partners, but its always stuff thats been given to them by said partner that they wouldnt have even bought for themself. the "lingerie" they wear for Raf is a nice flowy dressing gown and the novelty boxer briefs they bought that were 25$ per pair and have butterflies printed on them. and a good sturdy bra.
music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?
they've got a playlist of classical music they fuck to. not necessarily to drown out the skin-on-skin noises, but to keep those noises from getting to overwhelming to Baxter
names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?
mostly they just use each other's names, although Rafael will sometimes call Baxter either "my love" or "meu amor"
sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?
Baxter is quiet and makes sort of soft whimpery noises and Rafael moans somewhat loudly i think. and they do talk to each other a decent amount to let each other know what is and isnt working and how theyre feeling in this moment
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11. What’s the worst art you’ve seen?
You would think it would be Greg Land porn face, but nah, it's this:
From an Inhumans story about a corrupt Genetics Council member coming after Ahura, after Black Bolt and Medusa left him to be raised by a human couple. I can deal with comics having a very stylized or cartoony art style, but this is just.....bad. Really, really bad.
But I gotta love Maximus popping up out of his cell as soon as he hears the word "mad," like Tony Wonder waiting to make an entrance. "Did someone say 'Wonder'?"
Special runner up - any random Greg Land, really:
Why does this teenage girl being beaten look like she's screaming in ecstasy? Fucking Land.
Why is this apparently grown adult woman who seems to be a scientist (judging by the lab coat) making this expression? Fucking Land, who cannot draw a realistic expression on a woman to save his life, and obviously traced this from a model emoting "shocked" or "offended." Seriously, she doesn't even look like she's supposed to be a sexy super-heroine, but Land just had to give her That Face.
19. Rant about a change they made to a character of your choice.
You'd think I would talk about Pyro here, but I have to take a moment to rant about my DC boy, James Jesse, the original Trickster (a Flash Rogue). James was always kind of a wacky villain - an inventor and conman who commits crimes in the silliest way possible, but wasn't a full on edgy murderer like the Joker. He was definitely an asshole for sure, but probably one of the less murderous Rogues, and even took a stab at reforming for awhile (although he wasn't super-sincere about it). James then got replaced by a new Trickster named Axel, and then turned into a homophobe because someone wanted to do a Defiant Ones story with James on the run with and handcuffed to gay Rogue Hartley Rathaway/Pied Piper (even though Hartley and James were previously portrayed as friends with no issues), and then killed off.
Then after DC rebooted continuity a couple of times, James was still MIA, and Axel was treated as the only Trickster, even though most of the other original Rogues were back. Then Josh Williamson finally brought James back for a story arc that revealed that he'd been stuck in prison and basically tortured for years, and then escaped and went underground and was coming back for revenge. Williamson wrote a darker James, who still isn't technically a murderer, but did shove his parents off a building (Flash saved them). I'll admit the darkness made some sense, JJ was stuck in prison and it warped him, but the story seems to have virtually no sympathy for this wacky bankrobber getting tortured for years. Flash himself, who was very concerned about baby Trickster Axel getting mistreated in prison, doesn't appear to give a shit that James endured this for YEARS. Williamson also retconned James' past to say that he stole some of the ideas to make his anti-gravity shoes by seducing a lab tech, and this pisses me off SO MUCH. James' original origin story has him reading science magazines and figuring out how to make his gadgets on his own, which is one of the things that distinguishes him from Axel (who stole James' gear). It's not realistic, but nothing about the Flash Rogues are realistic. JJ is, in his own words, a Soo-per Genyius, and I hate any writer trying to take even part of that away from him.
Williamson also added this whole characterization of James routinely seducing and using women as part of his scams, even though that was NEVER part of his character before. He was a conman for sure, but he didn't specifically target women to steal money or tech, that was a new thing. Williamson wrote a darker Rogues AU future story that basically involves a group of them going out for "one last score" (with violent, gory results), and writes James in that story as one of the worst, just an absolute uncaring asshole with no apparent empathy or morals. This is the same character who, back in the 90's, ran across the world to help his ex-girlfriend, and then bartered with a demon to save the souls of his fellow Rogues. Anyway, fuck you very much, Williamson, never write James Jesse again, just keep your hands off him.
39. Which character do you get the most defensive of?
Once again, I'm gonna have to say James Jesse, the original Trickster, because comics have been so shitty for him for like 20 years. But also because the Flash TV show has popularized a version of James who actually is a remorseless murderer, and that's the version that keeps showing up in fandom. Most of the Rogues got an interesting reinvention on the show (for better or for worse), but James wound up being based entirely on a version of the character from the long-forgotten Flash 90's live-action show, who was basically Flash's equivalent of the Joker and played by Mark Hamill. And I have great respect for Mark Hamill, he's fantastic and he plays the TV version of the character well, but he's very different from comics James, and is much more murderous and unstable. And because the Flash CW show got Mark Hamill back, instead of a comics accurate Trickster, we got old man murderer Trickster (even though he's also one of the younger original Rogues). So I'm stuck wading through Flash fanfic, even fic that claims to be drawing from the comics, with the unstable killer version of Trickster, because that's the popular TV version.
(I will say, Mark Hamill also voiced a version of the Trickster on Justice League: Unlimited who seems like a more child-friendly version of TV Trickster, but I love him because he's not a killer and actually seems kind of sweet.)
I think when it comes to James Jesse, I'm a bit like you with Sebastian, I'm pointing at comics from decades ago, going, "No, no, he's not like that! He's like THIS! It's not his fault writers have been mangling his character for years!"
Your blog has actually made me much more defensive of Shaw as well, not as a "good guy," but as a "at least let him be a competent villain," argument.
43. What character do you resent the most?
Ohhhhh boy, there's a lot to say here.
My first answer would be some of the attention-grabbing characters that writers fawn over and who tend be heavily featured in damn near every X-Book. Right now it's Wolverine and Emma. Wolverine I don't really like much at any time, Emma I usually do like, but Duggan has been so far up her ass lately, I can't appreciate her in books anymore. I admit, I absolutely loved her beating down Sinister in Immoral X-Men, because finally, an Emma moment where I'm completely on her side, and where she's beating down someone I hate more. Also Gillen seems to have a more balanced take on Emma and isn't trying to rewrite her whole history.
But also, one of my fandom bad habits is that I get very resentful of any character who I think is replacing my favorite, or "stealing" a storyline that I wanted for my fave. So also, Simon Lasker (Pyro II) and to some extent Axel Walker (Trickster II).
Neither of them are bad characters. But Simon was basically a bland imitation Pyro who, from my perspective, stole the "gay Pyro" storyline out from under St. John, who was originally queer-coded and died of the AIDS metaphor virus, and has been in the comics closet for decades. And now that we are finally in a time when more comics characters can come out, and St. John is alive again, he's getting written as fantasizing about Jean Grey, presumably because "we already have a gay Pyro." Fuck that, St. John was here first. As far as I can tell, Simon was created to fulfill the Allerdrake ship from the movies, except he's not even the right Pyro for that, it's ALLERdrake, not LaskerDrake. I'd be more forgiving if Simon had a more interesting personality or if he looked significantly different from St. John, but instead he's like the equivalent of We Have Pyro at Home.
Axel Walker actually does have his own distinct personality and look as Trickster II, and I like him for that, but ever since his introduction, James has been killed off, and then dropped out of continuity, and then brought back darker and edgier so that Axel can be the sweet baby Trickster (even though back when Axel was first introduced, HE was the edgier Trickster, and James was trying to reform). It especially bothers me that all the other original versions of the Rogues got to come back in DC's rebooted continuity, but Axel was still treated as THE Trickster while James was largely forgotten. And lately artists and writers have been completely blurring the lines between the two characters, both in design and personality. Sometimes you literally cannot tell which Trickster is appearing in a book, because it's a character that looks and acts exactly like James, but is somehow named Axel.
Honestly, I try not to completely hate either character for this, it's not their fault. Axel especially is a good character when the writers actually let him be distinct from JJ. I could appreciate stories where the two Tricksters work together and annoy the shit out of each other, where James is all old school Looney Tunes and Three Stooges, and Axel is all Tik Tok and memes. That would be great. I'd enjoy a story with St. John mentoring Simon as a younger Pyro, and Simon maybe choosing a different name because Mesmero forced the Pyro identity on him, and both of them bonding over banging Iceman. I don't want to be mean to fans of these characters. But it's hard to like them while their presence in comics seems to negatively affect my faves.
Also, as long as I'm full of salt here - I have a limited patience for a lot of mascot and "joke" characters, especially when those characters become popular, but don't seem to have any real substance to them. Baby Yoda? Cute, but whatever, it's a baby. Soft Serve? I get it, she poops ice cream. She's a funny background joke, but I don't ever want to see a Soft Serve mini-series. I love Lockjaw and he is a Very Good Boy, but I would have rather seen any other member of the Inhuman Royal family get a mini-series. Doop? I don't give a single fuck about Doop, he's just a flying green blob whose joke wore thin ages ago.
44. Any characters you used to like but grew to dislike?
Deadpool. I read his series back in the 90's and genuinely liked him, but he got so big and over-played that I've completely burned out on the character now.
Also, Deadpool is a good example of how fandom (especially Tumblr fandom) can be very selective of which characters they deem "problematic." People are having yelling arguments across the Internet about Tony Stark or Hank Pym, or Cyclops, but somehow you can post about Deadpool without someone going, "Um, friendly reminder that originally Blind Al was actually Deadpool's prisoner, and when Weasel got too close to her, he threw both of them in a literal torture chamber!" Not that I want Deadpool to get dragged down by all the discourse, people should be able to freely enjoy him. But like, the dude kills people. He very gleefully kills people, and somehow doesn't get the kind of fandom controversy I've seen for other characters (at least in my corner of fandom, maybe it's going on elsewhere that I haven't seen.)
50. What’s something that bled into comics from a tv show or movie that you hate?
Hmmmmmm..........I think I'll say the Maximoff twins being declared Not Mutants and no longer Magneto's bio kids because the MCU wanted them in the movies. We all know that was about movie rights shenanigans, and not for any legitimate story reasons. It's just nonsense, and I'm patiently waiting for the retcon.
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Waitress AU
Warnings: Food/baking, domestic abuse, unplanned pregnancy, cheating
Summary: Working at a dead end job, waitress Christine soon finds herself with a new problem: an unplanned pregnancy. Life is all about trying to find the sweet spots and luckily this pie genius has a new (and pretty adorkably sexy) OBGYN, who isn’t too happy at home either.
TL;DR Quirky cute and sexy Erik as a doctor, lab coat and all.
Word Count: 1572 || Graphics: @firefly-graphics
"Dear Baby & She Used To Be Mine "
Recipe Book
AO3
“You must think I’m really stupid.”
They had just gotten home from Meg and Nadir’s wedding, silent the entire car ride home, and this was the first thing he said to her after shutting the front door. Any and all access to the outside world was cut off from Christine. She hated that the ring on her left hand symbolized the same thing even when outside of the home.
“No I don’t, Raoul…” she softly defied him.
He pointed a finger towards the couch with a shaker hand, rage barely contained in his body. “Unzip the cushion, Chrissy.”
Shit.
Shit shit shit!
Somehow her worst fears have come true and he found out she’s been hiding money from him. Maybe he only knows about this spot, maybe he didn’t find the others…
“I don’t wanna, Raoul—“
“Open the cushion Christine!” His anger finally started to bubble over. Frozen from fright Christine remains stuck in place as she watches her husband angrily rip apart the fabric from the foam. He shoved his hand inside and slammed a number of bills down onto the untouched seat. “What is that, huh? What the fuck is that Christine!?”
Thinking if she answered him maybe he’ll take it easy on her, she whimpers out, “Money.”
“Money. Money that I found all over the fuckin’ house! In drawers, cabinets, the sofa! Money hidden all over my house!”
Shit.
She’s really screwed now.
Trying to save her sorry ass and scared of what he might do next Christine lets out a quiet, “I’m sorry”.
Raoul lets out an angry breath, running a hand through his hair simultaneously. “After everything I ever did for you, and here you are hidin’ money from me? Who was the only one there for you when your mama died and your old man got piss drunk every night, huh? ME! Did you forget that?! You think I need this right now?!” His voice got steadily louder and more angered as he continued to speak.
Enraged by her betrayal, Raoul stomps over to where his guitar lies against the couch, grabs it by the neck, and hoists it above his head similar to an ax.
“Raoul stop it, you love that guitar!” Christine tried to plead with him, but his mind was made up. Her hands went straight up to cover her mouth in shock.
With both hands on the neck of his prized possession, Raoul brings the guitar crashing down onto the coffee table; not once, but multiple times trying to let out some of his energy. By the time he was done the instrument had no use left in it, only usable now as a toothpick.
The whole time he was destroying the guitar Christine watched from the sidelines, horror shone in her eyes. There was a silence of fear that filled the air of the little home, tension so thick it was easy to get lost in.
Eyes still on the mess of broken wood and strings, Raoul broke the silence. “You were the only thing I’ve ever loved.” His gaze, swirling with anger and sadness, moved to Christine’s. “The only person to ever belong to me. You’re my wife, my whole damn life… You keeping secrets from me tears me apart.” He takes a deep breath before speaking again. “Why were you hidin’ money all over the house?”
The venom that weaved its way into his question kept Christine on guard. “I—“
“Tell me you were gonna surprise me— that you were gonna buy me somethin’”
“Raoul—“
“If I ever thought that you weren’t happy with me, that you were deceiving me, well I…I’d just kill myself.” His eyes staring straight into her soul, “I would, I’d just wanna die. Hold me.” Suddenly dropping to his knees in front of her, his head at the same height of Christine’s stomach.
Startled by his sudden action, Christine kept her arms lifted mid height, not quite sure if she wanted to comfort her husband after the explosion that just occurred. She thought for a long while, trying desperately to find the right words that will make him happy, or at least content.
“The truth is, Raoul…the truth is… I was savin’ that money…for the baby. To buy some nice things. A crib..t-toys…all for the baby.” She stuttered out, looking everywhere but down at her pathetic husband for an answer, a way out of this mess. She shut her eyes, hoping and praying that her words would be enough for him.
“For the baby?” He questioned, looking up at her.
“Yes, Raoul. A crib.” She said, her voice as watery as her eyes have become.
Startling her once again, Raoul stood back up to find his wife evading his eyes. Quietly, he padded over to where the money lay on the couch cushion and picked it up, folding it before placing it into his back pocket. He started to leave to the back of the house, only to shoot Christine, who hasn’t moved a muscle, a look from over his shoulder.
“I don’t know why you gotta make it so hard Chrissy. I just want us to be happy.” And with that, he left Christine to her thoughts.
After life had slowly returned to her body, Christine moved to sit down on the cushion that Raoul didn’t tear apart. Her heart was racing, and she had a feeling she wasn’t the only one. Before she knew it, she was whispering out loud to calm her baby’s racing heart.
“Dear baby,
If you ever wanna learn the story of how we bought your crib, I’ll tell you. Your crib was bought with the money I was gonna use to buy us a new life. The Springfield Pie Contest starts next week…and you and I won’t be there.”
Sitting there on the lumpy sofa cushion, Christine started to think. And once she started, the faucet of her emotions could not be contained anymore.
After coming home everyday from a thankless job, getting paid the bare minimum to survive, that stupid diner owns more of her than she would like to admit. Remembering the very first day she started there, freshly out of high school, choosing to work instead of go to college because they didn’t have the money. She wasn’t miss popular, or miss beautiful, but she was happy…happier than she was now. That’s the thing she misses most, the girl she used to be…
She was a lonely, messy, broken liar but for the small amount of time that she existed, she was loved dearly. Even the best pies still have their burnt edges, and the sour lemons are there to bring out the sweetness of the fruit.
Just like mama used to say…
That’s another thing she missed. She hates how life had to screw her over and take away her mama before her dad, the person who made growing up a living hell. She cried for days, weeks even when her mama died, but the tears just never came when death took her father. Her mama loved being a parent, using every opportunity to teach and grow along with her, never belittling her lack of experience. Christine thought she deserved to get married to Raoul, repeating the same mistake her mama made. Only she is far from happy to be giving birth.
A baby was the last thing she needed, or even wanted. Why would she want yet another child to go through the pain and suffering of a piss drunk dad and beaten up mom. If she could, Christine would start from the very beginning and do everything over again. She would make the right choices, the big ones that matter, and not end up here, pregnant and alone. Instead, she would be her again: that girl that she so desperately misses, the girl she wants to see just one more time before everything goes so wrong. That girl would never have allowed herself to marry a man who loves with his fists, who manipulates her into a relationship. No, she wouldn’t, because when life would knock her down, she would stand back up and brush off the dust.
She was ten times stronger than Chistine, who knows how disappointed she would be if she could see what happened to her.
There used to be a fire in her, a willingness to fight whatever came her way, and now? Now there’s a new life brimming inside of her, one that kicked and had a heartbeat of its own, forcing Christine to fight once again. Fight for something new. It gets stronger each and everyday, and all she can do is hope that it doesn’t consume her. But it won’t… no, instead this new fire will spark and engulf her, completely burning off the woman she is and the girl she was. That fire, so familiar and friendly, will take over her until all that is seen is a flame that burns so brightly, the same fire that used to burn so bright inside of her, ingrained in her every movement.
All she wants is to be that girl again.
Fearless, strong, sweet, and the happiest she will never be again. She was here for a few blissful moments, and trailed a blaze. Now, she lay in the ashes, a burnt ember of who she was before it was stolen from her. She no longer exists.
But, she used to be mine.
#phantom of the opera#christine daae#raoul de chagny#erik destler#musical fanfic#waitress musical#she used to be mine#sara bareilles#pies
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RU-02 ~ @kharimera ~ [from here]
Rick arches a brow at Ru's teasing words. Not because they have bothered him. he actually enjoys their witty banter, especially since it's always spiced up by a bit flirting. However, as much as he hates to admit it, they have left him a little confused.
Normally, he would have bullshitted his way through the conversation, but the chimera is a little too smart to be fooled so easily and the scientist doesn't want to end up looking like an idiot. Not when he has all the intentions to be his most charming self so he can get dessert after dinner.
"W-What the fuck is a TLC?" He asks, looking up at RU. He doesn't mind being put inside some weird machine for sexy purposes, once he had made sure that it's safe, but he still likes some heads up if that's what his companion is planning.
Then those sharp claws reach out for him, carefully adjusting his lab coat before sliding around his waist, flirtatiously, and Rick quickly forgets his puzzlement. And also the question he has just been asked.
There's a special thrill in being touched by something that, under other circumstances, could cut him clean in half. The thought should be scary, it should make him uncomfortable, but it isn't and doesn't. Instead, it riles him up, sends hot shivers running down his spine and causes his skin to heat up just a tad.
However, he has played that game long enough not to give into temptation so easily, no matter how alluring it is. He is supposed to be annoyed about how their mission has gone, which means that this time he's going to make RU work for it.
"F-Fuckin' tempting, b-but I think I'll go for the fancy restaurant," he replies in a casual tone, but his hand lands over the base of the chimera's claws, as to keep them there a little longer.
His lips curl in a dirty smirk and he leans a little more against the sharp blades.
"B-But if you are a good boy, m-maybe you can convince me to come in for a nightcap, o-once we've eaten.~"
#[ interactions :: c137 Rick ]#&& RU 02#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#kharimera#[[ that 'ew human meat' killed me x'DD ]]#suggestive tw#;; queue
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