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keerysfreckles · 5 months

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Luke x percy’s older sister angst/fluff comfort where her nightmares get really really bad and she hasn’t been able to sleep so she lashes out on everyone and distances herself and her and luke really fight but then he comforts her because reader spilled to annabeth and ofc it’s gonna spread hahahah

bummerland — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem poseidon!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, ANGST!!!

a/n: we get the tunnel of love episode tomorrow AND THE PERCABETH HUG SCENE IM TOTALLY NORMAL ABT THIS..

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y/n jolts awake. beads of sweat dripping off her forehead and cheeks. she's surpsied percy hasn't woken up because of her reaction to her nightmares. turning to her left, she sees percy fast asleep.

half-bloods always had nightmares. some campers had it worse than others. tonight y/n could've sworn she had the worst nightmare any half-blood could have.

the nightmares weren't new to the girl. they just started getting worse ever since she got claimed by her father, which was three weeks ago.

y/n wasn't usually the angered type. in percy's words, "she has her moments", but she never was angry at anyone for long periods of time.

since y/n the only older camper in the poseidon cabin, it automatically made her a camp counselor. which might explain why the campers were confused that she didn't show up during sword lessons today. her, luke and clarisse were supposed to teach them today. luke and clarisse managaed to help all the campers, but having y/n there would've made it a hundred times easier.

no one really questioned it, until y/n didn't show up at lunch or dinner that same day. annabeth asked percy about it at lunch, and he guessed she was taking a nap, which wasn't unusual for his sister.

however when luke asked percy for y/n's whereabouts, he didn't know how to answer the hermes boy. percy hasn't seen y/n all day, which only worried both of them.

the next day passed the same way as yesterday. not one camper saw y/n. this made percy more anxious, as well as annabeth. luke made it his mission to find the missing counselor.

luke checked cabin three, and wasn't surprised to only find two empty beds. he then checked the infirmary, the big house (minus the attic), the climbing wall, and near the lake. he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing once he realized y/n was still missing in the camp.

luke was about to go back to his cabin ans call it a night, until his heard a noise coming from inside the woods. it wasn't any sort of monstrous sound, which was the only reason luke followed the noise without a second thought.

he continued to trek through the woods as the noise became louder. he recognized the path was leading him towards the archery range. he can't believe he didn't check the archery range on his own.

once the trees cleared, he saw an empty range. until his eyes landed on y/n shooting arrows at the overused hay bales. luke caught up to her as she was walking to reclaim her arrows, ready to shoot again.

"y/n, we've all been worried about you. none of the campers said they didn't see you. neither did percy," luke grabs her elbow, stopping her movements.

y/n looks at luke as if he had three heads, all with smoke steaming out of their ears. "what are you doing out here?"

luke's surprised by her tone. it seemed rush and cold. he can't remember if he ever heard y/n talked like that.

"i was looking for you! i was so worried about you."

y/n shakes her arm out of luke's grasp and just continues to collect her arrows. "i'm fine luke, really."

luke scoffs, and follows her as she walks back to her bow at the other end of the range. "you wouldn't be avoiding the whole camp for two days, you think that's fine? that's the opposite of fine y/n!"

y/n doesn't respond. she preoccupied herself with loading her bow with a brown arrow provided by the camp.

"what, now you're going to ignore me?" luke's hands were on his hips, watching angrily as y/n continued to ignore his presence. she shot almost three more arrows before he spoke again.

"annabeth told me about you having nightmares," luke's voice was much more soft, but even more concerned.

"why didn't you tell me?" he sounded hurt.

y/n doesn't look towards luke, she starts fiddling with the bow and arrow in her hand. she shook her head, and luke didn't have to see her face to know her bottom lip was quivering.

"i didn't want to bother anyone. annabeth pushed it out of me, and i guess she told you," y/n responded.

luke grabbed the bow and arrow out of y/n's hand and set them on the ground, before he took both of the girl's shoulders in his hands.

"y/n you have to believe me when i tell you, you're not a bother to me. you're not a bother to anyone at camp, i swear."

y/n shrugs luke's hands off her body, and went back to shooting arrows down the range.

luke let out a sound of anger, mixed with stubbornness. "y/n, can you just come back to the camp so people can stop worrying about you, and we can talk about it?"

luke sighs again since he knew he wasn't getting an answer out of the girl.

"gods, y/n, will you stop and just talk with me?"

y/n could tell luke was getting more and more frustrated. she knew she couldn't ignore him forever. she throws the bow on the ground, and discards her arm protection. the girl was now fully facing luke.

"go ahead, talk."

luke starts to explain again how worried he was, and how worried the campers were that no one knew where she was. no one knew why she disappeared, until luke got the information from annabeth, about y/n's reoccurring nightmares.

"all half-bloods have nightmares y/n, you know we all relate to you about that. so why couldn't you just talk to someone about it instead of vanishing?"

y/n tried to respond. her mouth opened, but nothing came out. it's as if her voice box was completely removed. she looked all around, trying to avoid luke's eye contact. she tried to speak once more, but the same croak-y airy sound came out.

"come here," luke simply said, before pulling y/n's arm. he engulfed her in a hug, and she was quick to respond by wrapping her arms around luke's waist. he whispered comforting words in the air, as he held her head to his sternum. he believed she was the perfect height for hugs.

luke heard small cries coming from the girl in his arms, which soon turned to y/n choking on her own sobs. he was fast at calming her down. he did it plenty of times while she was in hermes' cabin, he practically knew her better than she did.

"are you okay?" luke asked once he heard her cries soften, now she was only sniffling. he felt her nod against his chest, and he started to rock their bodies back and forth gently.

"thank you luke," y/n's quiet, "for calming me down, and for finding me."

"like i said, we were all worried about you," luke responded.

y/n pulled away from the hug, "i guess i should go find percy and tell him i'm alive."

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 5 months

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Reader receives Carols nudes accidentally

Authors note: First time writing Carol, so hopefully I do her justice

Word count: 628

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Carol had finally been convinced, by both you and Kamala, to upgrade her way of communication. Talking through her ship's comms system was tedious at times, and pagers were for emergencies only, so she needed something better. Something more universal and portable. Which is how she ended up with the smartphone she now has.

She has to admit, it's much nicer than a pager. And it makes communication a breeze now. Not to mention everything else it's capable of. She's very thankful Kamala had put in everyone's numbers for her, and that you had helped walk her through setting it up. Without the two of you, she's sure that all this time later she’d still be staring at the blank screen that had greeted her when she first opened the box.

She's currently scrolling through her messages, looking for your conversation specifically, and she smiles once she finds it. She clicks on it, but ponders on what exactly to say. It was normally you that reached out to her first, as she still wasn’t quite used to having the device, but today Carol felt like being the one to reach out and check on you for a change. She had really missed you of late, and didn’t particularly care if that became known to you.

She contemplated on what exactly she wanted to say, but nothing seemed to sound right to her. Part of her isn’t sure why she's so worried about sending something that would be deemed more interesting than the usual text, but then she remembers that it's you and quickly realizes why she feels that the ordinary just simply wouldn’t do.

She sighs and sets her phone down next to her, and runs a hand through her hair as she continues to think. As she does so Goose makes his way into the room and over to the stumped hero. He hops up onto the bed next to her, unknowingly stepping on the phone in the process effectively attaching and sending a photo. This particular one was of Carol nude and all sweaty post workout. Unfortunately the blonde hadn’t noticed as she was too busy racking her brain for a decent way to greet you.

You however had noticed as soon as you received the notification and the sight alone was enough to have your knees wobbling. Carol and you have always had a slightly more than friendly flirtatious relationship, but this, well it had caught you rather off guard. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, because you absolutely did, you just hadn't expected her to be so wordlessly bold.

“Move. I need to text Y/n and you shouldn’t be standing on that anyway” she reprimands as she notices where her alien feline friend is. But as she brushes him aside and picks up her phone she finally becomes aware of what's happened, and she can feel the color drain from her face, “Oh my god, Goose!”

The flerken looks at her nonchalantly as he walks away, clearly having no idea or care of the anxiety he's just caused in the woman. This anxiety only increases when she notices that you're typing out a reply, and she finds herself no longer minding that she was off earth at the moment. Spares her from having to look you in the eye anytime soon after this blunder.

Wow Captain, that's quite a conversation starter.

The color comes back to her face tenfold as her cheeks burn a bright pink, Well, you know I like making an entrance

Mhm, and when will you be making one on earth again?

Carol can feel her pulse race at the question, As soon as I’m needed

I think you're going to be needed tomorrow evening. Wear something nice <3

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mamayan · 1 year

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YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

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Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.

I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

#HxH #18+ please #Hunter x Hunter #Feitan Porter #Feitan x reader #mdni #Feitan smut #Feitan fic #not edited sorry not sorry #soft! Feitan #yandere Feitan #Yan! Feitan #Phantom Troupe #Yandere Phantom Troupe

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feralforriddle · 5 months

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nobody makes me feel things.

summary: tom riddle x y/n, first person. tom starts to get really confused as to why he was feeling so many things for the sweet ravenclaw girl. but he seems to soften up pretty quick, leaving you just as confused.

a/n: my first ever fic! please give feedback if you enjoyed in the comments. this is probably super messy but i just kept typing lol. i hope u enjoy :3.

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'what do you want.' he says, staring at me with his dark, cold glare. i gulp, immediately regretting my decision. picking at the skin around my nails, i pluck up the courage to ask him.

'um, i was just wondering if you were still tutoring people?' i ask, looking up at him anxiously. he stares at me for a second, seemingly very confused. or is he happy? angry? honestly, it's really hard to read him. impossible even.

'yes. i do, why?' he steps closer to me, looking down and crossing his arms. it's almost like he is trying to kill me. doesn't he realize how handsome he is?

'i am struggling at the moment in potions, a-and i know you're really smart in that subject. i was wondering if you'd help me?' i ask, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. why is it so hard to talk to him? obviously everybody knows what tom is like. he has almost zero friends, and he doesn't seem to care about making any.

but i have always been intrigued by him. always watching and admiring from afar. always found him exceptionally handsome. never found any courage to talk to him, though. so now is my chance to get his attention.

do i really need help in potions? not really. it's definitely not my most successful class, but i could probably still pass without his help. but the idea of him teaching me, maybe he could show me how to make potions too, standing behind me and guiding my hands-

okay, no. i am getting truly distracted now.

i have just always been so infatuated with him. my friends call me crazy for trying this, and that they have never seen him interested in any girl before him. i have seen him glance at me before, staring a little longer than just an accidental glance. so part of me is really hopeful he sees me the same way. and i don't have enough confidence to just ask him out, which is why i thought a study session would be good.

'i can help you. what is it you need help with the most?' he says, surprisingly softer. a slight glint in his eye. it did not last long though, he returned to his usual glare.

'mainly brewing the potions, getting things perfect. sure, i get it right but, you always seem to make them perfectly' i say, complimenting him lightly to see his reaction.

i did not get much of one.

'yes, mine are perfect. i can help you. i will ask professor slughorn if we can use the potions room after class hours, he won't mind i'm sure.' he says, nodding down at me once.

i smile brightly up at him, 'thankyou tom! i'll meet you there today around 6pm then?' i ask, beyond excited to get to spend more time with him.

he nods, squinting his eyes lightly at me before turning around and leaving. he certainly is a unique boy. i turn to return to the great hall and finish my lunch.

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i was itching for 6pm to come faster, wiggling in my seat in my final class of the day. i need to make sure i look pretty, too. i am incredibly nervous to see him, and be alone with him too. my cheeks go red at the thought. i am probably thinking of this way differently to tom, he probably isn't even excited. but i don't care, i just wanted him to see me, to notice me.

as soon as class ended, i sprinted back to my dorm to get changed and freshen up. putting on a clean white shirt, my slightly tighter one for no particular reason at all. and my ravenclaw skirt, pilling up a little further up my thighs than normal. i do light makeup, and ruffle my hair and im ready. this is very unlike me. i never dress like this, and to be honest i feel embarrassed but i want to catch his attention somehow.

it's 5:50pm, so i grab my study books and quill, and head quickly to the classroom. he arrives just seconds after me.

'hi tom' i smile.

he stares at me for a second, glancing down at my outfit. 'what are you wearing?' he says, glaring at me for a second.

'just my uniform..' i frown, looking down at myself.

tom's head erratically turns around, checking nobody is around. 'you walked down here like this?'

'..yes?'

'get inside, quickly.' he opens the door for me, and i rush inside, very very confused as to what is happening.

he looks at me again as i sit at the desk where he clearly prepared things. 'why did i have to rush in here?'

'because i don't want anybody else to see you like this.' he grunt, putting his books down before sitting beside me.

'why's that?' i say, a little hope bubbling inside of me that maybe it's because he only wants to see me like this.

'you ask too many questions. lets just focus on this' he says, avoiding eye contact with me.

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the whole study session i was incredibly nervous. i couldn't write properly because my hands were shaking so much. my cheeks constantly red through the whole thing. i sigh as he packs things away, 'thankyou for helping me, tom'.

'it's okay' he says nothing else before heading to the door.

i don't know why, but he seems even less interested after that. he is barely talking to me, his body language is just telling me he is uncomfortable. maybe he figured out my little plan and it put off by it? maybe he really just doesn't like me back. maybe i'm just not confident enough for him?

perhaps i should stop trying so hard.

i grab my own things and walk to the door with him. 'i-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable tom, i'm sure you figured out what i was doing' i say with as much courage as possible. i feel ridiculously embarrassed. he looks at me and says nothing.

his face indicates nothing. nothing whatsoever. i take a deep breath. looking at him with glossy eyes, rushing out of the potions classroom and back to my dorm.

i jump on my bed, pushing my face in the pillow and letting a few tears go. i thought it would work, i really did think he might like me back. i was stupid to think so. he doesn't really feel anything for anyone. and i made such a fool of myself, trying to flirt or complimenting me, wearing this revealing uniform. oh god i want the ground to swallow me hole.

i just curl up into a ball and fall asleep soon after.

tom on the other hand, is left feeling very very confused. he doesn't know why he feels this way, why did he get a pang in his chest when he saw my glossy eyes? why couldn't he seem to breathe properly around me? he has never felt this way for anybody and he doesn't know what to do.

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the next day i head to breakfast, nervous about seeing tom there. he always sits at the end of the table alone, so it's inevitable he will see me as i walk into the great hall. i try and get there as early as possible, hoping i arrive before he does.

but no, he is sat there, and his head shoots up the second he sees me walk into the hall. my cheeks flush insanely red, my hands beginning to sweat a little as i feel his burning gaze on me.

i rush to the table, sitting by myself at the end too, not really wanting to tell my friends what happened.

tom sees me sitting alone and furrows his eyebrows. before even thinking, he stands up and walks over to sit directly opposite me on the ravenclaw table. i look up at him and panic.

'why are you sitting alone?' he says, staring at me.

'um, i just didn't feel like talking to my friends this morning' i gulp, frantically trying to avoid his gaze. he glances down to see them all staring with their jaws dropped.

'pathetic.' he mutters.

'you think im pathetic?' i say, eyes softening at him.

'no, quite the opposite' he mumbles, nodding his head down the table. 'that is pathetic'. my cheeks flush a little as i giggle at him. looking back up at him, i give him a soft smile.

'why did you come over here, tom?'

'because i don't want to see you sitting by yourself.' he says, taking a bite of his breakfast. 'come on, eat something. we have class soon'.

i do as he says, of course, but i am also extremely confused as to what is happening. from how he was acting yesterday, to this? i am very confused. but secretly i am really enjoying this.

'so, how about another study tonight?' he says bluntly. my eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets and my heart nearly came out of my chest.

'o-oh, um sure' i smile, covering my nerves.

'and you can wear that little outfit again. just don't let anybody see you on the way'. i nod quickly at him. and we quietly had breakfast together. he walked me to my class, which left my hiding my smile under my hand in class.

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i take a deep breath as i wait for tom to arrive outside of the class. i tap my feet on the floor in anticipation. my god, am i nervous.

'get inside, quick' he says, opening the door for me again.

i smile a little, rushing inside and sitting back in my normal seat. but there is nothing here set up to study like last time. he raised an eyebrow at me and slowly walks over as i look at him confused.

'what are we doing today tom if there isn't anything here?' i ask, turning to him as he sits beside me.

'oh i think we both know studying isn't the reason we are doing this' he says, turning to me slightly.

i almost choke on the air.

'i don't know what you've done to me, but i can't stop thinking about you' he sighs. 'it's awful, really. i haven't ever felt this way before, i was up most of the night figuring my feelings out. now i worry i am stuck, wanting you with me at all times when i can't'.

'yes, you can'. i jump to answer. 'just give me the word and i'm yours'.

'mine?' he hums, as i stand up and stand in between his legs, looking up at him.

'yours'.

he puts his hand on the side of my face. 'i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. I'm not easy, darling'. he sighs.

'i'll get used to it' i smile.

'if i see any other man in the same proximity as you, i can't promise i won't hex them'.

'id like that' i hum.

'come here' he murmurs, pulling me closer into him, connecting his lips onto mine. and i melt. i've been wanting this for so long. his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, deepening the kiss as my hands wrap around his neck, pulling him to stand with me and wrap his arms around my waist.

'lets go back to my dorm. i have my own dorm because i hate everyone.' he mumbles against my lips. i giggle at him, pulling back and nodding. 'lets go' i agree.

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the next morning, i walk into the great hall for breakfast. tom's eyes find mine as he gives me a very small, but cheeky grin.

he stands up and walks over to my table before i can sit down.

he grabs my chin, pressing a kiss against my lips softly right in front of all my friends. as if to prove a point.

'see you in class, baby'.

i smile at him as he walks back to the slytherin table. i look down at my friends,

'what on earth?!' they shout.

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a/n; and we're done! please give me feedback if you liked this, or not. my first ever fic ahh! <3 love u angels.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #voldemort

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 10 months

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taedros tresdros

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part one: taedros taedros ☆ part two: taedros twodros wc: 2.2k reader: afab reader (pretty sure no specific gender mentioned but putting this disclaimer just in case!) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also some angst and some fluff :) summary: uh-oh... you fell for your best friend taerae. but was it all in vain after he's ghosted you the past two weeks? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ITS DONEEE! you will notice i've went with "taedros tresdros" for the title. decided to keep all three parts with taedros as the first word lol. this is the finale for this little series and i really hope you like this ending i've made lol. i am so happy you've all enjoyed taedros taedros -- stay tuned for more works soon (hopefully) xx

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, fingering and oral (reader receiving), cumming in pants, eavesdropping/voyeurism by reader but it's only out of shock/anger, swearing, lots of innuendo in this one lmao... i think that's it!

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“so, the ring finger goes here?” you hear a feminine voice ask; ear pressed gently to taerae’s door to hear better. just a few moments ago, you’d been taking deep, steadying breaths as you walked through the entrance to your best friend’s dorm building on your way to finally confront him.

something that was so familiar now made your heart race with anxiety.

but when you’d rounded the corner to taerae’s room, you were surprised to find the door shut almost all the way. usually taerae left his door wide open, even when he was playing the guitar or getting changed or sleeping. in fact, his dorm-mates told you one night when you were leaving that the only time taerae made an effort to close it was when you were over... you couldn’t hear any noise coming from his room, which made you all the more curious as to what was going on in there.

walking up to his door, you’d seen it was propped open just a bit by one of taerae’s shoes. you couldn’t see through the gap in the door, but you’d heard quiet murmurings from inside and gently placed your ear to the door to listen closer. the sound of a girl’s voice had completely shocked you. especially considering what you’d come here to talk about with taerae.

“yeah, it might take a bit to find the sweet spot,” taerae answers with a chuckle; his answer causing your jaw to drop. fingers? sweet spots? what the fuck is going on in there!?

“mmm, thank you again for teaching me, taerae,” the voice responds. upon closer listening, you realize you know this voice. it belongs to your world history classmate, jinah-- the girl who sits behind you and doodles the entire period. she’s very nice-- pretty and athletic, too, but...

you didn’t really think taerae was her type.

you hadn’t spoken to taerae much in the last couple weeks. ever since you’d actually slept together... things had changed. it felt like your best friend was avoiding you. when you’d texted to ask about movie night the past two fridays, taerae had said he was busy with homework both times. normally taerae would meet you for lunch in the student union every other day in between his music theory class, but he hadn’t come by since then. he’d barely said two words to you at choir practice last night.

was this why? he’d decided he liked jinah instead? he couldn’t face you after... using you?

taerae would never do that. not to you. probably not to anyone.

then again, you’d never talked about whether what was going on between you was exclusive or not. and what it meant to you; what he meant to you. had you completely misinterpreted this whole situation?

“and the middle finger...” jinah trails off and the mental picture you have unfortunately painted in your head of the scene taking place is enough to make you gag.

“that one’s gonna reach as far up as possible,” taerae explains. if you had known your best friend was offering masturbation classes out of his dorm room, you probably would’ve been more careful about where you were sitting on his bed.

“i don’t think i can reach that far,” jinah huffs with a frustrated sigh. “it kind of hurts.”

“relax,” taerae soothes. “it’ll feel better if you relax.”

your hand flies to your mouth to muffle the sound of the audible gasp that escapes you, but your elbow hitting the door blows your cover. you stand up quickly as taerae’s door swings open-- revealing you in the doorway to taerae and jinah.

... and revealing jinah sitting on taerae’s bed and holding a guitar (quite clumsily, if you may be so brazen) in her hands; taerae sitting next to her and seemingly offering some sort of instruction.

“you--...” you stutter, surprised and also incredibly relieved to find that the lessons taerae was giving were much more wholesome than you’d been forced to imagine for the past few minutes. “oh thank fuck holy shit.”

as the uncontrollable string of grateful curse words leaves your mouth, jinah clears her throat awkwardly and stands up; removing the guitar strap from around her neck and handing the instrument to its owner.

“sorry for interrupting,” you mumble, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth as taerae glares at you.

“no, it’s okay! i have to finish an essay for tomorrow anyway,” jinah replies, picking up her bag and walking towards the door. you step to the side for her to get by, awkwardly smiling as she calls behind her, “thank you, taerae! see you next week!”

jinah retreats down the hallway, leaving just you and taerae alone in a tense silence.

“what are you doing here?” taerae asks, rather unceremoniously. “it’s a thursday night. you have tutoring on thursday nights. that's why we have movie night on fridays.”

you nod, still leaning against the doorframe. “my last appointment cancelled so i--... i wanted to come talk to you.”

“oh,” taerae replies with a nod. “okay.”

you frown. “okay?”

“yeah,” he says, looking down at his guitar in his hands; starting to strum it lightly. “okay.”

your eyebrows raise in shock as your best friend seemingly shrugs you off. you walk over to him and snatch the guitar from his hands by its neck.

“HEY!” he protests as you bring the instrument over to its stand and place it there annoyedly (but carefully; you’re not an asshole). “i was playing that.”

“what the fuck is the matter with you!?” you snap, turning back around to face him. “you’ve been avoiding me for two weeks!”

taerae visibly gulps; eyes falling to the floor.

“and this is how you’re gonna act?” you scold, folding your arms across your chest. “after we...”

for some reason you’re unable to say it. taerae is silent-- seemingly holding his breath as he waits for you to continue. coward.

“i came here to talk to you about everything and--... and then i heard you through the door giving jinah a fucking guitar lesson,” you explain while rolling your eyes. “better than the lesson i thought you were giving her, but...”

taerae looks up at you now; brow furrowed as his head tilts to the side confusedly. “w--... what kind of a lesson did you think i was giving her?”

you blink back at him; unsure of whether to tell the truth or not. but taerae catches on before you can commit to a lie.

his jaw drops in shock. “you thought--... did you think--”

you look down at your feet: embarrassed, anxious, and just plain sad after the events of the last couple weeks. this mixture of emotions forms a lump in your throat that you are now hopelessly trying to suppress. “i’m really sorry for interrupting. and for listening a bit. i just don't know what happened. i thought we were--... i thought you felt the same way that i did, but... you just must be really upset with me and i don’t know what i did but i’m so sorry and i really miss you so i wanted to talk to you and i just was... i dunno, i thought--”

taerae cuts off your rambling by standing up and wrapping his arms around you tightly. against your neck, he soothes, “ssh, baby. it’s okay-- it’s all okay. i promise.”

“i like you,” you confess into taerae’s sweatshirt. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know this would happen. but i really like you, tae.”

"fuck-- i like you, too. of course i like you, too,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “and this is all my fault.”

you sniffle as you ask, “what did you do this time?”

“something really, really stupid,” he replies with a sad smile.

mirroring his expression, you quip, “what else is new?”

“yeah, yeah,” he accepts with a laugh. cupping your cheek in his hand, he runs his thumb across the skin sweetly. “i thought i was the one who fucked up... by falling for you.”

“... oh,” is all you can manage to say.

“oh is right,” he says, leaning in and kissing your lips gently. “i honestly wasn’t sure what to do about it. i didn’t want to hurt you and i thought maybe just... avoiding you for a bit would make it easier for me to stop having feelings for you. but it didn’t. it just hurt you and me more-- and it was really immature. i’m so sorry.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, having forgiven your idiot of a best friend before he even apologized. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more,” taerae says, peppering your cheeks with kisses. you giggle; taerae grinning before attaching his lips to yours again.

“but, um,” you say quickly, pulling back to meet his gaze. “i’d love to put in a request for no more guitar lessons with the door closed, if the suggestion box is still open.”

“it is,” taerae says with a laugh. “suggestion accepted, approved and implemented.”

“and, uh, maybe they don’t have to take place on your bed,” you say, biting your bottom lip and hiding your face in his chest.

“i will have you know my conduct is strictly professional at all times,” taerae replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “but you’re completely right. not to mention, it was probably rude of me to let her sit on my bed... without telling her what it’s covered in.”

“TAERAE-YA!” you shout, hitting his chest as he pulls you toward his bed-- pushing you down gently onto the mattress and climbing between your legs with ease. “you do wash your sheets, don’t you?”

he just laughs.

“tae, that’s gross,” you reply, shaking your head as he cups your center over your jeans. your protesting starts to waiver as he applies more pressure to where you need him most. “you--... you really should--”

“enough, enough, baby-- of course i wash them,” he replies, hooking his fingers around the belt loops of your jeans and shimmying them along with your underwear down your legs before discarding them on the floor. then he smirks at you, adding, “but sometimes i do wonder what the point is when you’re just gonna get them dirty again.”

“fuck,” you whine as taerae admires you. he’s licking his lips like he hasn’t eaten in days-- and he hasn’t. you wonder how he’s survived this long without you.

“so,” he says, starting to circle your clit with two fingers. his rhythm isn’t steady though; it’s intoxicatingly teasing. “what did you think i was teaching in these ‘lessons’?”

you feel your face heat up again at the mention of your faux pas. “don’t make fun of me.”

“never, baby,” he says; a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “i’m just curious what you think i’m enough of an expert in to be qualified to teach.”

“i--... oh my god,” you say, shaking your head with embarrassment. “i thought you were teaching her how to finger herself!"

“hmm, i guess i can understand the confusion,” taerae runs his fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and painting it across your stomach. “since playing guitar requires so much skill with your fingers.”

“shut up,” you reply, pouting at him.

“no, really,” he insists with a nod. as he pushes his middle finger into you gently, you gasp at the sensation. “like, to play a chord; each of your fingers needs to hold down the correct string and in the correct spot. like, to play a d chord for example.”

taerae strokes up into your walls with his middle finger, causing you to whimper. “see this middle finger needs to be on that ‘high e’ string. and then the ring finger...”

plunging another finger into you, your hand reaches to grab onto taerae to steady yourself. he smiles at you, pressing both fingers firmly against your walls now. “will sit nicely on that ‘b’ string right here.”

as he works his fingers against your walls lazily, you whine-- desperate for more friction and soon. your prayers are answered when taerae inserts a third finger, stretching you carefully until he’s able to push it all the way in.

“and finally, the index finger is going to go...” he laughs lightly before pushing his index finger into the spongy, firm spot in your walls that only he has ever been able to find. as you cry out in pleasure, taerae presses kisses to your thighs. “you might’ve guessed, but that one’s on the ‘g’ string. and listen to that beautiful sound it's making.”

“did you--... did you plan that g-spot joke?” you ask breathlessly in between pleading moans as taerae picks up the pace of his fingers. “you’re the--*hic!*... worst person i know.”

the little hiccup from pleasure that separates your insult sends taerae reeling. “fucking perfect, huh? every inch of you.”

“baby, please,” you beg, self-control low after two weeks without taerae. “wanna cum. please, wanna cum for you.”

taerae moans and, from the way he’s looking at you, you know he’s just as desperate as you are. he falls to his stomach now between your legs as he says, “was gonna try to... keep my mouth off of you. show you i really like you. you-- not just your pussy but...”

“fuck it,” you both say at the same time.

lips attaching to your clit, taerae wastes no time in pushing you closer to the edge as he laps, sucks, eats at you-- one leg of yours hooked over his back as he continues to work you with his left hand.

“tae,” you whimper, hands in his hair as you grind your hips into his touch. “g’nna cum... please, gonna cum.”

taerae whines and, with the state you’re in, you don’t even notice how feverishly he’s grinding into the bed. he switches to sucking, lips tugging perfectly on your clit and it’s all over for you.

“fuck, i--... i--... m’cumming,” you moan, taerae’s name falling from your lips a few dozen times as you come down from your high. “oh my god.”

taerae is noticeably quiet; removing his fingers from inside of you, he laps at the juices that drip out of you with his eyes closed. you know he really likes you... but it’s very possible he likes your pussy just as much. you’re not complaining.

“tae,” you call sweetly, sitting up on your elbows. “baby? come here-- want you to fuck me.”

he opens his eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up a bit. “um... so, about that.”

his gaze trails down to the crotch of his jeans and you follow it to find a nice, big wet spot soaking through the denim.

“are you serious!?” you whine in frustration; sighing as taerae smiles at you sheepishly.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes with a cute little pout. “will you forgive me if i say it’s because you’re just too hot?”

you roll your eyes-- grinning at him. “i’ll consider it.”

“thank god, because i think i can probably make it up to you...” he says, sitting up and grabbing your jeans from the floor. “after some dinner.”

you laugh. “are you asking me out?”

“i totally am,” he answers with a smile.

“you’re sure you’re not too... full?” you joke, grabbing his hand in yours. “you did just eat.”

taerae shakes his head, smirking at you:

“trust me-- i’m never full when i’m with you.”

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linomilkers · 10 months

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can u use a safe word with felix ?

yes :-)

[warnings: overstimulation, safe word use, aftercare]

Typically, Felix doesn't have a mean bone in his body.

He's sweet; he's a type of tender that Y/N has only ever known him to be. Clingy and soft, all gentle kisses to wake her up and careful hands brushing hair from her face. Felix doesn't ever even raise his voice at her, if they aren't playing around with each other. In bed he could be rough, but only when she wanted it, and only when she'd specifically asks.

Just because he isn't exactly rough with her, doesn't mean that he's shy with his kinks. There's plenty of non-vanilla things that turn Felix on, and something Y/N has come to find is that overstimulation was a big one. Whether she was overstimulating him (or he was overstimulating himself) or vice versa, Felix didn't care, she just knew that by the end of it he was cumming hard, flushed red all the way down his chest, with pupils blown.

And Y/N never minded that. She liked it, even, and sometimes it was fun to see how many times either of them could cum before it was too much. Before she was shoving him away and twitching, sensitive, needing a break. How he could resort her to tears even when he's still cooing at her, soft and sweet, in between the moments where his mouth is fixed on her pussy like he's starving for it.

Everyone had a breaking point though. Sometimes it was too much far quicker than normal, and usually Felix is good at picking up when she needs a break or needs to stop all together, without her having to mention it. Whether it be from the look in her eyes, the sound of her voice, the way she closes her thighs and uses her hands to push his head away -- he'd slow down and check in with her, make sure everything was alright.

But today, things were just a little different. Today, Felix had her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold fixed around her head. At first it was nice not knowing where he was, or what he was going to do. To feel his hands first rather than see them, to be shocked by the wetness of his tongue caressing the insides of her thighs. All Y/N could focus on was the thudding of her heart in her ears, and the sound of his voice, and the way his hands grab her, and squeeze, and touch.

It's nice the first few times he makes her cum too, and then it starts to waver into territory that she doesn't get too often. When it's becoming too much, but she's too far gone to voice it. Where she could usually say 'yellow' for a small break, and Felix would come back from between her legs and talk to her, bring her down a little, check-in with her to see if she wanted to keep going or stop all together -- she couldn't find her voice. She couldn't shove him away and she couldn't plead with him with her eyes. Her skin felt like it was sizzling and popping similar to burning grease and the ties are suddenly too tight, rubbing wrong against her skin. The bed is too big, and Felix is too far away, and she can't see him.

Panic floods her, her breathing comes short, and she musters all she can to say, "Red! Red, I -- I can't --"

Felix responds instantaneously; before Y/N can even realize that she was the one who spoke, the blindfold is off and she's blinking away tears as his face comes into view. She trembles like a leaf desperately clinging to a branch against the winds onslaught, and Felix cups her face with his clean hand, "Alright, Sweetheart, you're alright. What do you need?"

"My hands," she pouted at him, "Untie me, please."

"Okay, let's do that," he kisses her cheek, then her nose, then her forehead, then her other cheek, and carefully slides his hands under her body. He rolls her to the side and works quickly to untie her and a little sigh of relief bursts from her chest. Felix, in the time it took him to take off her blindfold, how somehow managed to pull a blanket over her naked body. He rests on top of it, straddling her waist as he brings her wrists to his mouth. He kisses where she's tender, rubbing and massaging lightly, and when he realizes she's staring at him, he smiles softly at her.

"We can stay like this as long as you need, hm? Was it too much?" She nodded her head, "We never have to do it like that again, baby."

Tears prickle at her eyes again, "I'm sorry," she frowns, "I don't know -- I don't know why --"

"You don't need to apologize," he murmurs, he's still caressing her wrists, "If anything, I'm sorry. I should've noticed when you weren't enjoying it."

His voice is deep, melting over her ears, and her eyes flutter closed as she tries to even her breathing. Felix is always so good at his -- it happens rarely, but you would think he practices how to take care of her like this in his free time. She doesn't know why she doesn't expect it, since his aftercare is always so extensive and tender. He's an expert at grounding her, bringing her back into the moment, making her feel safe, and loved, and cared for. He kisses her wrists again, moving up her arms and then back to her face -- he peppers them over her cheeks and nose until she's scrunching up and giggling, wiggling beneath him.

"There you are," he murmurs, his hands move to cradle her cheeks and caress them carefully, "Do you want a bath?"

Y/N nodded, succumbing to the soothing sound of his words, letting her body go boneless, "Yes please," she agreed, "I'd like one a lot. Will you get in with me?"

Felix grins, as bright as the sun, and pushes another kiss to her mouth.

"Of course I will."

#stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #lee felix x reader

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helaintoloki · 12 days

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Relenting

pairing: sparrow!ben x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death, sparrow!ben is an asshole as usual, some fluff if you squint

notes: haven’t posted on this blog in forever but the new teaser brought me back from the dead so here’s this

summary: the world is ending and ben thinks it’s time to enjoy what’s left of it

You swirl the glass of champagne in your hand and watch as the alcohol begins to whirl around the cup. There’s a slight breeze in the air, but it’s warm and strangely comforting despite the current circumstances. The music from inside faintly reaches your ears out on the balcony, and though you feel slightly guilty for missing out on such a momentous occasion for Luther and Sloane, you can’t bring yourself to go back inside. What’s the point? Your time on this earth is limited, dwindling with each second that passes, so why bother trying to act like it isn’t.

An unwelcome presence joins your sulking figure outside, and you don’t even bother to spare him a passing glance. You think you hate him, or at least you want to hate him, but it’s hard to despise the man who shares the face of your long lost love. Blame it on nostalgia or pathetic longing, but there’s still some small part of you that believes he could be just like the boy you knew and loved in your youth, even if he hasn’t shown it at all in the time you’ve gotten to know him.

Finally acknowledging his presence, you take a swig of your champagne before retorting, “Don’t you have to go be an asshole somewhere else?”

“You’re hilarious,” he replies in a deadpan tone, and you don’t have to look at him to see that he’s rolling his eyes in annoyance. You like how easily you get under his skin, and his sarcastic remark prompts the smallest quirk of your lips.

“Yeah?” You reiterate with a small shrug, eager to push his buttons in any way you can. “My Ben used to think so too.”

“Would you shut up about ‘your’ Ben, already? It’s pathetic,” He snaps in irritation, obviously set off by your remarks. “All you do is whine and complain about what a jerk I am instead of realizing I could help you out if you’d just help me.”

“By pretending to be your dead girlfriend? No thanks,” you scoff with a wry laugh before downing the rest of your drink. It burns your throat, but the discomfort is almost soothing in a way. It’s a type of pain you can control and inflict upon yourself out of your own volition. You haven’t been in control of anything since becoming wrapped up in all this apocalypse time travel nonsense, and you grapple for any semblance of it whenever possible.

“It’s not pretending if you technically are her,” the Sparrow insists adamantly, faltering for a moment as he adds under his breath, “albeit a more whiney and uptight version of her.”

He immediately ducks when you chuck your glass in his direction, narrowly missing his head in the process. You wish you had Diego’s precision so you could hit the desired target of his face, but the look of bewilderment on his features is good enough for now. You wordlessly turn to head back inside and rejoin the wedding festivities, because forcing yourself to act like attending wedding at the end of the world is normal is much better than spending another second out here with him, but his firm grip on your wrist halts your movements. If you really wanted to you could break free from his hold, you’re a better fighter than he is and you could easily use your abilities to overpower him, but you make no attempt to do so. The touch is familiar, comforting despite how hard you try to deny it, and you’d like to savor it even if it’s not right.

“The world is ending, and there’s no going back,” he reminds you, the gentleness of his voice almost scaring you. It’s a jarring contrast from the usual sharpness that he speaks to you with, and you’re not sure if it disgusts or comforts you. He sounds like your Ben now, and the realization prompts your breath to hitch in your throat.

“What do you want from me?” You demand with a lack of conviction, your previous confidence dwindling as you morph back into that same scared little girl who once thought she could never survive without the boy she loved.

“I want to spend whatever time I have left on this shit hole with my y/n, even though I know it’s not really her,” the Sparrow relents in defeat as he comes to terms with his fate. “Don’t you want to spend one last night with Ben?”

You remain silent, your lips held together in a firm line and your brows creased in thought as you digest his words. This man is not yours, not even close, but he belonged to another version of you in this timeline, a version that is currently buried six feet underground. This entire time you’ve done your best to fight the urge to give in to him, to let yourself play pretend with the Sparrow and act as if tragedy had never struck the Umbrella Academy. With the world coming to an end, did it really matter now if you finally relented to his pleas? Didn’t you deserve to be happy, too?

Taking your silence as rejection, Ben slowly begins to release his hold on you. However, he’s taken by surprise when you immediately throw yourself into his embrace and pull his face towards you for a kiss. He doesn’t notice the tears that streak down your cheeks or the way your hands tremble as you cup his face; he’s too busy savoring the taste of something that had been taken from his years ago.

As he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, he determines that this time around, he’s not letting go.

#oh my god i haven’t written anything tua related in years #the umbrella academy #ben hargreeves #sparrow!ben #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #sparrow!ben x reader #sparrow!ben imagine #tua #tua x reader #tua imagine #sparrow academy

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the-badger-mole · 1 month

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In a Time of Adversity

It was just his dumb luck, Zuko thought. All year he had been butting heads with the city's most annoying overachiever. Katara, the prodigy with a 9000 IQ, who'd managed to skip a grade and end up in all of Zuko's advanced placement classes, had been thorn in his side since the day she'd corrected one of his physics equations in front of the whole class. Ever since they had been locked in an increasingly heated battle of who would earn the highest marks in their class, and every week felt like a new face off.

Sometimes he would come out on top, but he had to grudgingly admit that while gave as good as he got on tests and assignments, she had the upper hand when it came to quips and put downs. Too often Zuko had been left sputtering in her wake, struggling to find a comeback from some scathing retort she'd just delivered. It wasn't until after yet another one of these exchanges, when Zuko in his frustration had the thought that he would love to throw her against a locker and kiss her until she didn't have the breath for one of her smart remarks, that it occurred to him that there might be more to his feelings towards her than animosity. And that was the last time he ever spoke to her directly. Disaster averted.

So, of course, when their science class goes on a weekend long camping trip in the middle of Backwoods, Nowhere, he would end up being partnered with her to find a rare fungus. Of course they would end up losing the trail and wandering through the forest with no clue how to make it back to camp. And of course, it would start raining, sending them scrambling up the mountain to a cave that was hopefully abandoned.

"At least we won't have to worry about dehydration," Katara said, pulling the water from their clothes.

"Sure," Zuko replied gruffly. He looked around for something to burn, but there wasn't anything but some leaves and twigs around. Not exactly the makings of a bonfire.

"I'm sure they're looking for us already." Katara sat down against a wall and drew her knees up to her chest.

"Great." Zuko wasn't optimistic about the prospect. Their science class wasn't exactly full of the great outdoors types. Katara had the most camping experience of anyone. The best they could hope for was that the chaperones would call search and rescue early the next morning.

"Do you think we should look for some firewood or something?" Katara suggested. She was shivering a bit, and Zuko could feel the chill settling onto his skin, too.

"It'll all be wet," he told her. "All we'll end up doing is smoking ourselves out."

"I can dry it," Katara reminded him. There was a sharp edge to her voice now. Zuko looked over at her and realized she was scowling at him.

"What's your problem?" he asked, irritably.

"You!" Katara shouted. Her voice bounced around the shallow cave jarringly. "You're my problem."

"Me?" Zuko drew back, affronted. "You're the one who got us lost, Katara, Queen of the Jungle!"

"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, alright?" Her voice cracked dangerously. "I just thought we could work together on this and things could go back to normal between us." Whatever Zuko had been expecting her to say, that was not it.

"Normal?" he repeated, completely baffled. "Normal between us? What are you talking about?" Over the sound of the falling rain, Zuko thought he heard Katara sniffling. Was she crying?

"You-you've been avoiding me for weeks," she said. Zuko was stunned. He'd heard Katara laugh (usually at him), and yell (again...usually at him). He'd heard her confidently dressing down a teacher that once made the mistake of telling her that women didn't get far in the science field. But this...this vulnerability in her voice. That was new.

"I haven't been avoiding you," he said. It wasn't entirely a lie. It's not like he turned the other direction when he saw her in the hall. He just didn't engage in their verbal sparring matches.

"You won't talk to me," Katara said. "You barely acknowledge me when I talk to you. When Piando assigned us as partners, you looked like he had just told you to eat a raw snail. I don't know what I did to offend you this badly, but I'm sorry, okay?" She was definitely crying now, and Zuko was panicking.

"I'm not...I'm not angry at you," he told her hesitantly. "I just...it's just that our bickering was beginning to feel....I don't know...childish?"

"So it's because I'm younger?" Katara demanded. Zuko winced. That was a frequent sore spot for Katara. Because she'd been moved ahead in school, some of her teachers and classmates made a big fuss over her age whenever she did something they didn't like. Zuko thought it was stupid. She was a year and some change younger than him, and only two years younger than the oldest people in their grade. Hardly a mind bending gap, especially given how mature she was generally.

"No, that's not it," Zuko said. "It's not about your age, or grades or anything like that. I just don't feel like having an enemy I don't need to have." Katara fell silent for a moment. Zuko thought he could still hear her sniffling every so often.

"I didn't think we were enemies," she said softly. It took a moment for Zuko to understand what she'd said. Then he snorted.

"Right," he scoffed. "That's why you called me a spoiled brat who probably paid someone to do my homework for me."

"Okay," Katara huffed. "I'm not saying we were besties or anything. But I thought we were at least friendly rivals. I wasn't seriously accusing you of cheating. It's just...school isn't always a challenge."

"Egghead," Zuko muttered. Something small-an acorn, probably- hit the wall next to his head. He smirked at Katara in the dark.

"That's more of a criticism of our curriculum than a brag," she said defensively. "Anyway, I was saying that you challenge me. If I wasn't trying so hard to be better than you, I would be so bored."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Katara's soft spoken vulnerability hung in the air between them for a long moment. Then Zuko laughed. He sensed Katara stiffen, draw into herself, and he slid over to her side of the cave.

"I'd be bored without you, too," he admitted. "And for the record, the only one in our school who would be worth paying to cheat from would be you." Katara scowled up at him, Zuko was actually close enough to see it in the dark. Then she laughed, too.

"So what did I do to piss you off so bad, then?" she asked him. Zuko drew back, feeling the heat rush to his face.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "You didn't say or do anything. I just wanted to be different, I guess."

"Oh." Katara wrapped her arms tightly around herself and a hard shiver ran through her.

"You're cold," Zuko said.

"Aren't you?" Katara asked through clenched teeth.

"Firebender," he reminded her. "Um...if you want, you can..." Zuko opened his arm towards her, an awkward invitation. Without hesitating, Katara scooted over and curled into his side, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You're better than a heating pad," she sighed contentedly.

This was a mistake, Zuko thought immediately. Katara lay her head against his shoulder and every thought he'd had about kissing her until she was dizzy came rushing back. He would be a complete gentleman, of course, but he prayed that sleep would come quickly and end his torture.

"Hey, Zuko?" Katara lifted her head to look at him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're here with me." Zuko's mind screeched to a halt. What did that mean? After a moment he decided it didn't really matter.

"I'm glad, too," he said honestly.

#atla #zutara #zutara month #day 1: reluctant allies #modern hs au #battling brains #they were rescued the next afternoon #the chaperones begged them not to tell their parents #zuko finally got the nerve to ask Katara out a month later #she said yes

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littledollll · 8 months

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Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request a cgMortica x age reg reader?

where reader was super freaked out about Mortica (their gf) finding out they regress but Tish ends up being super loving and offers to be their cg?

I absolutely adore your writing !!

I hope you are well !!

Safe & sound

Morticia Addams x little!reader

A/n: I hope you like it! Tbh I struggle to write outside of my usual same characters but it’s always very fun to do. Thanks for your request!

Warnings: just a bunch of fluff, small mentions of anxiety

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Telling Morticia about your regression was always something evident in the back of your mind. You had to do it eventually, it’s not something that can be kept a secret forever. Nor did you want to. But her just finding out was never in your plans.

“Darling?” Morticia’s smooth voice called out to you as she rounded the corner to join you in the living room. “Ah, there you are.” She smiled and sat beside you. Seemingly itching to start a conversation.

You hummed in question as you turned to her and smiled as well. “You have a question?” You deduced, it was quite obvious in her tone, which you’ve learned to read quite well.

“I do.. it’s a bit of a serious topic. So, know I just want to sit and chat with you, this is no type of confrontation or any of the sort.” Her serious tone wasn’t helping in making it seem anything but confrontational. You were already worried.

“That doesn’t sound scary at all..” you half joked. But She knew you well enough to understand your mind was already scouring for anything you could’ve possibly done wrong. “Maybe it is, a little. But I promise, you’ve nothing to be anxious about with me.”

Her reassurance helped a bit, so you held your breath and nodded.

“Okay.. I think I found some things of yours that perhaps you’ve been trying to hide from me for a while. Now, I’m not upset, I’d just like us to talk about it.. well- mostly me. I have a few questions.”

You immediately knew where this was headed. There’s nothing other than your regression gear that you’d ever hide from her. And you could see how careful she was about the topic. It was crystal clear.

Panic set in almost instantly after you realized, but Morticia was quick to once again reassure you.

“Breathe. Just like I said, this isn’t something you have to be anxious about with me..”

It took you a second to realize she actually knew. Not just found your things but knew about regression. She wouldn’t reassure you like this otherwise. You breathed, and just kinda looked at her, unsure of what to say.

She didn’t look upset, and it was always clear to tell when she was. And she wasn’t confused, seeming knowing of the topic. “You’re an age regressor..?” She stated it as a fact and then turned it into a question.

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay. That’s- that’s okay. I know a little about it, I’m pretty sure I understand it well enough…”

“You’re being too normal about it and it’s kinda scary..” you admitted quietly, making Morticia chuckle. “I feel pretty normal about it, my love. I’m just unsure as to why this was kept a secret from me. Specially since you seem to regress very young.”

“I- well-“ suddenly you felt choked up again. But for a wildly different reason. It was clear now she wasn’t upset at all, and her casualness about the topic actually reassured you quite a bit. But how were you supposed to explain to her why you hid it? There was no reason not to trust her with it, you were just too afraid to tell her.

“You trust me.. don’t you?” She asked genuinely. And it made your heart hurt. Of course you did. How could you ever create that doubt in her mind?

You felt shy under her gaze, and small as every emotion of this conversation hit you at once. Quickly you hid into her arms. Knowing it was okay, seeking her comfort. “i trust you.. i didn want you to think different of me…” you barely mumbled against her skin.

“Nothing in this world could ever stop me from loving you. You know that. Don’t you, darling?” Morticia murmured as she wrapped her gentle arms around you. Letting you hide and nuzzle against her chest. Her warmth was more than welcome, and she was happy to hear your tone slip as you hid.

“Oh my... how adorable you are, little one. I can’t believe you’ve kept this adorable little part of yourself from me!” She says playfully, like it’s an insult to her that you dare do such a thing.

“it’s scary!!” You reason, looking up at her with a pout and she smiles down at you, gently cupping your face. “I can only imagine, my dear. Thank you for letting me comfort you with this.. even if it took you a little.”

Morticia made your fears feel so validated. Some of your friends would’ve called you a fool for thinking it was unwelcome, or something they’d reject. But Morticia knew this was a big thing, not just for you but to every regressor. It was a valid fear to have, and she made sure to reassure you that it was all okay, specifically with her. To her, it was just about this. About you allowing her to see this side of you, and letting her be there for you. That’s all she cared about.

“I have a question for you, darling.. and I’m not expecting you to have an answer for me right away, okay? Or even agree.” Nodding, you sat up and started listening intently, since it was so important to her.

“Good.. well, I was thinking maybe I could take care of you when you’re like this, so you don’t have to do it all alone. Maybe you’d like me to be your official caregiver, you could call me momma and everything. How does that sound?”

She paused for a moment, but she couldn’t help but try to convince you a little more. “I promise to take care of you with all my love. I’ll make sure you’re happy and comfortable, safe and sound.”

It was rare to hear a tone of unsureness from Morticia. A woman who practically bathed in power and confidence was speaking to you so gently, almost trying to convince you.

Obviously you were overjoyed by the mere suggestion of it. She wanted to be your caregiver? Loving, gentle, Morticia. Your love. She wanted to care for you. She found you adorable.

Immediately you crashed into her with another hug, leaving her surprise with the force of it from your little self. “Oh!” Chuckling, she kissed the top of your head before gently caressing your hair. “I’ll assume that’s a yes, my dear?”

“my momma.” You confirmed quietly, and Morticia's heart leaped. “Yes darling.. your momma.”

#morticia x reader #morticia wednesday #morticia addams fluff #morticia addams #morticia Addams agere #cg!morticia Addams #age regression #wednesday agere #nevermore agere

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i'm going to be totally upfront -and of course lmk if this is uncouth/too much, but- what is normal, non-actor/porno sex like?

not that you need to write a bunch on the minutia, but the vibe maybe? do people laugh, or get awkward, or like, mess up? in media they just turn up there, go for like 5mins and end the scene/cut to another scene..so, as dumb as it sounds, do you walk in there together, is it longer than that usually, and how do you leave the situation? when/do people actually use protection? i can't think of a sex scene in a movie that involved a guy putting on a condom tbh. so, stuff like that i guess? 🤷

silly maybe, but i'm sitting here realizing that i have no clue lmao. can you just say no if you don't like something? can you ask to take a break? maybe i'm just lowkey dumb, but a rundown of like, normal people sex would be cool, if you're comfortable to type it ig? <3

oooh, I love this question ( I love all questions, promise).

Here is a timeline of sex that might occur between people who are not in a porn or movie, all steps optional.

before sex:

making out on a bed, or on a couch/chair, leaned up against a wall, in the shower, whatever

asking "hey, do you want to take this to my bedroom?"

confirming "yes, but I only want to do [action]"

putting on music

locking the cat out of the bedroom

just rolling over in bed and starting to kiss or grope or touch

looking at your phone and going "oh hey, it's time for that sex we scheduled"

kissing or groping or biting with clothes on or off

removing clothes in a sexy way, or an awkward way, or a utilitarian way

forgetting to remove socks, or keeping them on because the room is cold

placing sex toys, condoms, lube, or any other sex aids by the bed

taking the duvet off the bed, or putting down a sex blanket

removing one garment and kissing more, and then removing another garment and kissing more...

saying "I want to keep my shirt on today" or "can you help me unclasp my bra" or "hold on, I have to put my earrings on the nightstand" or "oy, careful of my glasses!"

if it's a new partner, discussion of safer sex practices (do you want to use condoms? when was your last STI test? do you have other sexual partners?)

as sex gets started:

kissing/licking/biting/touching someone on any part of their body at all

exploring your partner's body to find out what feels good for them

starting to gently touch your partner's genitals

touching your own genitals while making eye contact, or kissing, or talking

massaging your partner

accidentally tickle your partner or get tickled, make a weird squawking noise in response

grabbing, squeezing, lifting, or moving your partner's body

opening a condom, glove, or dental dam and applying it to the relevant anatomy

pulling the plastic safety seal off a new bottle of lube

laying down a towel

grinding your genitals (clothed or naked) together, or against another part of your partner's body

almost falling off the bed, actually falling off the bed, or readjusting your position so you don't almost fall off the bed

licking or sucking fingers

during sex:

applying lube to genitals

performing oral sex

gliding the head of a bio- or inert-penis across lips, vulva, or anus (that can feel really excellent, whether you're intending to engage in penetration or not!)

fingering any orifice, or giving a hand job, or playing with labia, or grabbing an ass-cheek

try to insert a bio- or inert-penis into an orifice and slipping, or not being able to get it in, and needing to adjust the angle and try again, or push more firmly

often, someone with a vulva will use one hand to spread their own labia to make it easier for their partner to access their vagina

slowly sliding in to a mouth, vagina, or anus

shoving in quickly (with lube, one hopes, or plenty of spit or natural vaginal lubrication)

thrusting in one position for a while

switching positions, either because you want to try a new sexy sensation, or your knees hurt, or the current position is getting uncomfortable

more oral sex!

masturbating next to each other

taking a break for a little while, to catch your breath, or apply more lube, or kick the cat out of the bedroom, or because you remembered a funny meme you want to show your partner, or to take a step back to kissing, or because what you're doing doesn't feel good, or because you've having some feelings and you want to talk about them, or because you have to pee

using a dildo or vibrator

caressing, licking, or sucking testicles

adding more lube

going "fuck, I hate this song" and wiping off one hand to skip a track on your sex playlist

going "fuck, that feels really good, keep doing this"

going "hm, can you try going harder / changing the angle / turning up the vibe / using your fingers?"

riding your partner

fucking your partner into the mattress

touching lips or nipples or neck or ears while also fucking / sucking / licking

asking "do you want to keep going, or are you good?"

saying "hm, I want to stop now, this doesn't feel good anymore"

continuing

stopping

often, if one partner is penetrating their partner and one person comes, the penetrative sex might end, and the other person who didn't orgasm might say "I'm good" or "please go down on me" or "hold on, I'm going to grab my vibrator, will you kiss me / touch my nipples / NOT touch me / say sexy things while I get myself off?"

orgasming

not orgasming

after sex:

catching your breath

if someone with a bio-penis was wearing a condom, pulling out while they still have an erection, holding the base of their penis so the condom doesn't slip off

knotting the condom, then tossing it towards the trashcan and hoping it doesn't land on the floor

snuggling

not snuggling

laying next to each other laughing and grinning

grabbing a towel or discarded garment to wipe off your genitals, or to wipe off sweat and lube

getting up to pee (especially if you have a vulva) and then getting back into bed, or not getting back into bed

saying "wow, I loved when you did ______"

saying "can we try ____ next time, too?"

kissing

showering

brushing teeth

getting all the way dressed

just putting underwear back on

staying naked

changing the sheets, putting a towel on the wet spot, removing the sex towel, pulling back the duvet, or any other method of cleaning up

taking all of the discarded garments and putting them in the hamper

looking at your phone and going "oh shit, it's after ten, I have to get home now!"

letting the cat back in

going down to the kitchen for post-sex snacks

enduring the giggles of roommates

laying next to each other and sharing memes / scrolling tumblr

okay, that ended up being a lot of minutia, actually. so here are some vibes that sex might involve:

silly

feral

nervous but excited

lovey-dovey

aggressive

so-turned-on-you-can't-think-of-anything-else

a perfectly pleasant way to spend an afternoon, but you're thinking of other things

entirely focused on one partner, who gets to lay there and be pampered

shy and exploring

focused on the orgasm count

not even sure if you've orgasmed

angry sex

jealous "I'm going to make you orgasm better than anyone else can" sex

relaxed and chill / lazy

"I'm going to miss you so much I need to be as close to you as possible"

just plain ol' having a good time together

sex has SO much variety in activities, moods, how long it takes, what the point is, how you get started, how you finish up... there's no one way to go about doing it, but as you engage in more partnered sexual activities, you'll learn more about what options exist, and which ones you enjoy!

#logistics

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ghoodles · 10 months

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A bunch of noir headcanons because im normal i promise

- Either really sensory avoidant or seeking, it depends on the day

- Either way he's still pretty affectionate, on the avoidant days its usually just words of affirmation but otherwise he's the type of person to like pat someone on the back or something (there's actual movie scenes in itsv that supports this)

- The strongest sense of justice you'll see. He sees an injustice and soon enough he's interfering

- He will find a way to get information out of you if you have it, he used to work for the press, and is a private eye, and he was damn good at BOTH

- The color of his webs depends on how long its been since his last revival. Darker usually means its been less time, and it usually lasts for like a month or two before it becomes white again

- Intrusive thoughts about violence that he's just slowly become desensitized to

- Used to be all bark no bite before he got his powers, would get his ass kicked a LOT, but now, i mean, he still gets his ass kicked sometimes, but he's more capable of holding his own

- He has fangs and claws, because, come on, he's literally been revived like multiple times by the spider-god, she's had to replace something

- Speaking on that, a lot of his blood is significantly darker than his natural color, because of the god having to replace it

- Actually figured out how to use futuristic technology pretty quickly

- In shattered dimensions, he definitely thought Madame Web's voice was the spider-god talking to him before he was like "hold on she doesnt sound like that, who the fuck are you?"

- Swears like a sailor, but doesnt like younger people doing it

- Probably screamed in agony at seeing all the colors for the first time, especially in brooklyn during the night, thats gotta cause so much eye strain, especially in a black and white world

- Actually could see color in his world, but they were pretty dull colors, almost monochrome, but not

- Most people cant see the difference though

- Has met Miguel before (shattered dimensions) and was absolutely just in shock by the change

- A god at cooking, shit at baking, he tried to make cookies and almost burnt down the house

- Sometimes just feels like a puppet for the spider-gods entertainment

- Religious trauma is strong with this man, i can tell

- Derealization episodes where it feels like he's just not there anymore

- Back to his blood being darker the more he loses it, he has a full on breakdown over it once he realizes it, because he percieves it as a sort of indicator that he isnt human anymore

- The most unintentionally father figure acting person you'll ever see, he doesnt realize how many people see him as a dad, and if he does he's just extremely confused

- Had his gun with him the entire time in ITSV, just didnt want to accidentally scare someone with it

- Has a pretty good relationship with the other spiders in Shattered dimensions, but ends up getting a little iffy about Miguel once he brings up the canon events

- He almost fought him after Miguel brought up his uncle Benjamin and all his other canon events (ive only read like two issues of the comics im SORRY)

- The most vibrant color he saw in his world was the color of his spider-sense; a red

- For this reason, he can point out red really quickly

- Increased senses, to the point where it can become a hindrance

- Constantly on alert, checks so many things to make sure that he's not being followed

- Despite being naturally weaker than all the spiders, he can punch clean through walls

- He'd be bruised and a bit scraped by it but otherwise he's perfectly fine

#i cant decide if i want to put all the noir lore into one character or go the 'noirverse' route #i might just do both #while i was typing this Whats up danger started playing on my school speakers #just thought that was a bit silly #spiderman noir #spider-man #across the spiderverse #spiderman noir headcanons #i self projected on some of these #you can tell im normal right?

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xxmaddyxx · 2 years

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POV SEIJOH X CHUBBY FEM! MANAGER! READER cuz it sounds super cute

contents: basically first day as manager, some swearing masterlist

they were so excited to hear that they were getting another manager

cuz Lord knows that poor Kiyosce needed some help

especially with Mad dog and Oikawa on one team (even tho Iwa helped some)

you met them for the first time at one of their practices a couple days from a training camp they were going to

you ran a bit late (oops) and when you entered the gym everyone was already warming up and serving

you also happened to walk in right when Oikawa did his oh so famous jump serve

and it was as powerful as Kiyosce described it

God i would not want to receive that

you walked up to the bench and placed your backpack down which contained your homework for the day

you already caught Kindaichi's eye who was whispering something to Watari

"Hey! Come to the bench guys!" Kiyosce yelled and the boys started to gather the balls into the cart

you had already received your manager shirt and you were standing beside Kiyosce fiddling with the zipper

after the team huddled around, he spoke up

"As you can see, we have a new addition to the Seijoh Volleyball club." he motioned toward you "This is y/n l/n, and she'll be managing you children with me."

"Children? You both are our age, maybe younger." said Matsukawa

"Still, you act like 5 year olds."

"No, that's all Shittykawa." Iwaizumi gave Oikawa a side glance

"Iwa-chan, that's no way to introduce me!" he said, sipping his water

"Anyway, be nice to her." Kiyosce rolled his eyes. "Go keep serving for a few more minutes."

"Okay!"

Half of the team scattered and Matsukawa approached you first.

"Hi, I'm Matsukawa. I'm one of the winged spikers."

"Oh, hi. I used to play volleyball, and that was one of my favorite positions!" You said enthusiastically

"Really? Well, let's see what you got." He grabbed a ball and you nervously walked to the spiking position

it had been a minute since you last properly spiked a ball, on a court, over a net

"I'm just gonna toss it to you because I can't really set."

you nodded and got ready

you didn't even realize most of them stopped serving to watch what you were gonna do

he tossed the ball, and as soon as it left his fingertips, you began your footwork

soon enough, you felt yourself leave the ground and hitting a pretty good spike down the center of the court

when you landed, everyone just kinda looked at you

you stood there thinking, they probably thought that was nothing compared to Iwaizumi or Matsukawa... or Mad dog

then you heard clapping

you looked to see Oikawa smiling and clapping and others soon joined

"That was really good!"

"How'd you do that?"

"Have you played before?"

you started to blush and thanked everyone for being so nice

you made your way back to the bench where Kiyosce prepared a clipboard for you

practice went on as normal and everyone gathered at the end and then were dismissed

Iwaizumi and Oikawa came up to you outside the gym

"Yoohoo~ Y/n!" Oikawa called and you turned around to look at him

"That was pretty impressive, your skills aren't bad." He was half smirking and Iwa rolled his eyes behind him

"Stop trying to flatter and ask her the damn question."

"Ugh! Iwa-chan, I was trying to warm up to the question."

"What'd you need?"

you were ready for him to ask you for your friend's number or to set him up with your friend

that's usually what happened when cute guys came up to you

"Can I have-"

here it comes

"your number?"

wut... your number?

"Oh, uh yeah sure." He handed you his phone with a new contact screen already open

your hands were shaking as you typed in the digits and a blush rose to your cheeks

it's not like you haven't seen his fangirls before

as annoying as they may be, some of them were really pretty

and you felt like you couldn't compete with them, so you didn't even approach Oikawa

you finished with his phone and handed it back to him

"Thanks y/n~" he smiled at you "See you-"

"God, you're making me want to gag, you can flirt later. I'm starving and you're buying me dinner so come on. Bye y/n." He smiled and waved

"Bye Iwaizumi and Oikawa." You waved and walked to your car

"Don't worry Iwa, I'll send you her number. I know you're too scared to-"

"Shut up."

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venacoeurva · 5 months

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People on my dash discussing this hence it's on my mind,

There are serious social and legal implications of minors participating and accessing adult spaces, the problem is kids are still pretty self-absorbed and selfish and lacking true comprehension of external consequences in that underdeveloped brain sort of way (even the nicest, most considerate and critical-thinking kids are going to be this way to some degree, it's not an insult) to grasp that. Normal adults feel violated and gross when catching a kid interacting with their adult art and so on. Kids do not comprehend it can be a massive life-ruining legal issue too (which most minors cannot grasp because again, still underdeveloped brain type of self-absorbed lack of understanding of consequences. Also kids usually don't understand the legal system. It sounds harsh and insulting but that's how it IS. I remember being that way, myself). Adults who are happy that or at the least enabling minors being in adult spaces is a RED FLAG.

Making adult spaces and blogs and sites have warnings, entering your age, big 18+ and 21+ warnings and so on is a thing, even if it won't stop everyone--some kids will be scared off from encroaching, though, thinking that accessing these pages while a minor and lying that they're an adult on the clickthrough warning will contact the police or something. We know it's not stopping everyone, but at the very least we're doing the most we can to save our asses short of carding everyone, which isn't the most reliable method, either. I feel like the inconvenience of having to enter birthdays or click through warnings may also annoy some kids into leaving, given the instant-dopamine, constant stimuli type internet these days kids are used to (and negatively cognitively affected by, I'm sure...) versus the "waiting 20 minutes for a JPEG to load" internet of old that required patience no matter what.

But for real, being a minor in an adult space can fuck you up, and it's just sad and scary how kids don't even realize this until it's years too late and/or they end up in some real dire situations because of it-- and even then, they probably won't realize the weight of the situation until later (if they're still alive, given the risk of kidnapping, stalking, or committing suicide if it reaches that level, especially if the site or victim and predator are local). How many of us adults look back in retrospect and shudder at what could have happened, or what did? I feel like most adults who had access to the internet as kids, especially in the 90s and 00s, went somewhere they weren't supposed to go, and a lot of us who weren't just lurking had a similar experience of running into adults with bad intentions once they sniffed out the kids being active there. A good amount of us became desensitized to things on shock sites, too, which is for sure not good for us, psychologically.

I mean, hell, thinking about it, teenagers and tweens can't even really access kids-only spaces anymore since a lot of those shut down or are heavily monetized, and of course either adults are just gonna kind of take it over if it gets popular and want the kids (who were there first) gone, or predators are going to specifically enter those spaces to croon at some poor kid how mature and smart they are and they should talk on Discord and that whole process. It's not a new thing, but it definitely continues. It's like as valuable as a resource it is, the internet is gonna fuck kids up no matter what, even if they stay in spaces meant for them, that are supposed to be moderated and protecting them, and a lot of kids have parents who do not care, do not check in on what younger kids are accessing and not noticing any sudden behavioral changes, or will punish them for "letting that happen", and that's utterly terrible.

#vena vents #not art #long post #For those who don't have the option to shorten long posts toggled to on #grooming mention #suicide mention #I feel like if more social media let you lock like twitter does adult spaces would be more secure...but that also brings the reality that #adults will create locked accounts allowing kids and other predators in and nobody else really can see in there. double edged sword

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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I want to live the cliche of cliches with him... I want to wake up next to hubby rdj, some lazy morning sex or just cuddles, make breakfast together, those types of things that couples does together, surrounded by lots of love... that's my request for rdj/fem reader 🖤

''I love you berry much!''

PAIRING | Husband!Robert Downey Jr. x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | It is a lovely summer day as you and Robert start the day together with cuddles and being wrapped up in one another, followed by a run to the local market and ending with a dinner with some of his Marvel co-stars.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, established relationship (marriage), age gap (Reader is in her mid to late 30s, RDJ is in his mid to late 40s), smut (spanking, unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it!), so much fluff your teeth would almost rot from the sweetness of it all.

A/N | Thank you so much for this sweet request, Nonnie! I let my fantasies run wild on this one, and I am convinced Robert is the most loving husband and a true gentleman. I hope you enjoy the route I took with this one, and if you ever have another request for him, please don't hesitate to let me know! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

You're still deep in your very comfortable sleep state when the sound of your alarm starts seeping through your subconscious, waking you up.

It takes a few moments to realize what's happening, but when it sinks in, you reach out for your phone, ready to turn your alarm off and turn around into the loving embrace of your husband.

With a soft sigh, you turn around, and just like you suspected, he's waiting with open arms for you to snuggle into, which you both make time for every morning.

''Mornin' Pumpkin,'' Robert says with a sleepy smile as you wiggle your way into his embrace, wanting to be as close as possible.

''Good morning, Bubs,'' you say once you have found your usual comfy position, and you let out one more small sigh as you revel in his body heat, the skin-to-skin contact being something you crave every single morning.

Thank god for sleeping naked.

''How did my girl sleep?'' he asks, and your cheeks feel warm as he calls you his girl. Even after almost 15 years of being together, you would never get used to him calling you that, and Robert is well aware.

''Like a log, thanks to you wearing me out last night. Everyone who thinks older guys don't last as long as younger people is very mistaken in their thoughts,'' you joke, and you lay your head on his chest, Robert's hands finding their way onto your waist and in your hair.

''Well, I can't help it when I have such a beautiful wife. Want to give her everything, and the least I can do is give her a few orgasms,'' he says, amusement sounding through his voice.

''Six, Robert. I swear it is not normal for a woman to cum like that six times,'' you say, but you would be lying if you didn't enjoy every second of him taking you apart last night.

Your hands are scratching slowly through his scruff, and you make a content noise when his hands move down your back, but you didn't expect him to land two hard slaps on your ass.

The shriek you let out is almost inhumane, and you go to sit up to get a good look at his smug face.

''It's a good thing I love you and that I enjoy getting spanked,'' you grumble, and he laughs while he kneads your ass with firm motions.

Robert squeezes harder than anticipated, and you grind over his hard member with your soaking cunt, earning himself a moan from your plump, pink mouth.

''Hmm, care to go for another round?'' you ask through half-lidded eyes, and the wide grin on his face tells you all you need to know.

You lift yourself slightly up, and he grabs hold of his hard cock, lining it up with your entrance, and you slide down in a smooth motion. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch, even after last night.

''Oh god, you're still so tight for me, Pumpkin,'' he breathes out as you slide down until he's fully buried inside you.

''Hmm, feels so good to sit this fucking dick of yours,'' you say, and your filthy mouth always makes Robert go crazy.

You set the pace by slowly moving up and down, squeezing slightly to feel every single movement and twitch of him, moaning at the feeling as he hits your sweet spot each time.

''Hm, I love riding you like this,'' you say as you lean forward; his hands find their way back to your ass, and he picks up your pace a little bit, but not enough to make too big of a difference.

You capture his lips with yours, and when his mouth slightly opens, you take the opportunity to slide in your tongue, sliding against his at a leisurely pace while keeping the same speed.

Your hands find their place in Robert's hair and tug softly, earning soft grunts and groans from him as you both enjoy every little sound and movement from one another.

''Hm, I want you to fucking ruin me,'' you whimper as you sit back up again, your hands lying on his chest. You whine softly as Robert moves his grip to a tight one on your hips, and he does as you ask.

''F-fuck, yes! R-r-right there!'' you moan, and your hand finds its way to your swollen clit, your orgasm nearly there. With a few more thrusts and loud moans, you cum, shortly followed by Robert as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt.

Your body goes lax, and you fall forward into the embrace of your husband, who whispers sweet nothings as he keeps riding out both your orgasms.

When Robert's completely soft again, he grabs a warm and damp washcloth to get you cleaned up before turning on the shower and picking you up to have a lovely shower together.

It was a sweet, lovely shower with lots of small kisses, extra cuddles, and lots of soft touches as he washed your body and hair, ensuring no inch of your skin was left untouched.

''You're such a good girl for me,'' he whispers in your ear as he turns off the shower, and a wide grin appears on your face at the praise from your husband.

''I love you, Bubs,'' you sigh as you turn around, capturing his lips again before drying off and getting dressed for the day.

''Love you too, Pumpkin,'' Robert says, placing one more kiss on your cheek before you walk out of the bathroom, ready to start the day.

It is a lovely summer day, and you opted to wear a red and white polka dot maxi dress today, combined with white sandals. Your hair is hanging loose around your shoulders, and you've decided against wearing make-up today.

Robert was already dressed and ready before you, so he got a head start on breakfast this morning, making pancakes and cutting up some fruit that needed to be used before it would go bad.

''Looking gorgeous today, Pumpkin,'' he says as you walk over to him, taking a strawberry out of the carton and taking a bite while you look at the pile of pancakes he has created.

''Breakfast looks almost as good as you,'' you tell him, earning yourself a chuckle from him. After one more kiss on his cheek and another stolen strawberry, you grab plates and cutlery to set the table for both of you.

''Shall we eat outside?'' you ask, and Robert hums in response, so you walk to the garden and put it on the table. You unfold the big beach umbrella so you can eat in the shade.

When everything is ready, you grab the orange juice out of the fridge alongside two glasses, put it outside, and sit down, ready for Robert to bring out the pancakes and fruit.

Before he sits down, he grabs a strawberry and feeds it to you, ready to make an unbelievably stupid pun.

''I love you berry much!'' he says, and you almost spit out the fruit as he says it because it makes you laugh so hard you can barely keep your mouth shut.

''My god, you are unbelievable!'' you say with a huge smile. ''But I love you berry much as well,'' you wink as he sits down, ready to indulge in the delicious-looking breakfast he prepared for both of you.

During breakfast, you two are going through all the ingredients you need to make dinner for tonight since some of his old Marvel co-stars are coming over for dinner.

Ultimately, you make creamy shrimp pasta with garlic bread and a salad on the side because that's always a winner when guests visit.

After breakfast, you load the dishwasher, and then you're ready to go, grabbing your sunglasses and purse before following Robert to the car.

The drive is short, but the two of you always love strolling over the market, and when possible, you try to go every week to ensure you have the freshest and most delicious produce and other ingredients.

When you arrive, Robert parks the car, and by now, you know better than to get out of the car yourself, so you wait for Robert to open your door and guide you out like a true gentleman, giving you a small kiss when the door is closed.

''C'mon,'' he says as he laces his fingers with yours, and the two of you make your way through the entire market, ending up with every ingredient you need for tonight and more.

At the last stall, you're taking a peek at all the flowers, enjoying all the bright colors that make it look like an ocean of color.

''You see some flowers you like?'' Robert asks, and you can't help but smile, already feeling he would get you some if you stopped to look.

''Those sunflowers look beautiful. Could we get a big bouquet of them?'' you ask the man at the stall, and he sells you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers that will be beautiful on the dinner table tonight.

''Thank you, Bubs,'' you say after he pays for them, and you're heading back to the car. ''They look stunning, and I'm sure they will look divine on the dinner table,'' you tell him with a big smile.

When you're home, you and Robert put away the groceries together, and when that is done, he grabs you into a tight hug because he has to make some calls for an upcoming project of his.

''Hmm, wish I could stay like this forever,'' he whispers against your neck, and his breath makes you feel goosebumps all over your body, and you inhale his scent deeply.

You always love how he smells, a mix of his cologne and him; it is an unmistakable scent that makes your knees weak every time you smell it, so you can't help yourself by taking an extra sniff.

''I'm gonna go before you snort me up entirely,'' Robert jokes and pulls apart, leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss that leaves your head spinning on its axes when he pulls away.

You steady yourself against the counter, and when he walks away, you can't stop the grin forming on your face.

Since Robert is working, you are starting dinner and dessert for tonight, grabbing your apron first and then putting your hair up with the help of a claw clip.

The first thing you start with is the sauce since it has to be cooked for a while in your slow cooker, and after, it's time for your homemade pasta dough.

When that is resting in the fridge, you take the opportunity to start on your tiramisu, the dessert for tonight, and not long after that's done, too.

Around 6 PM, everything is ready to go for dinner, and you need to add the last touches, which is good since everyone should arrive around 6:30 PM.

''It smells divine in here!'' Robert says as he walks in, greeting you with a soft kiss as you're giving the finishing touches to the sauce, ready to be served soon.

''Thank you, Bubs. Could you set the table? I'm almost done here, so I'll help you after,'' you say, but he looks at you disapprovingly.

''Pumpkin, you've done enough. When dinner is served, you can sit that perfect butt of yours down on your chair and let me handle the rest,'' he says, and you nod in response.

''That would be nice, thank you,'' you say, and that's when the doorbell rings, notifying you that the first evening guests have arrived.

''I'll get it, Bubs,'' you say as Robert finishes setting the table, and you walk over to open the door. You're greeted by Chris Evans, Sebastian, Anthony, Jeremy, and their significant others.

''Wow, it smells amazing in here, as always,'' Chris says as he greets you with a kiss on your cheek and a hug, followed by the rest of them as well.

''Thank you! We're eating Italian style tonight, so I hope you all brought a big appetite; I have enough to feed an elephant!'' you joke, and you lead them to the dining room where Robert just got done setting the table.

He greets everyone and lets them sit down, pouring them all something to drink as you finish dinner.

When it's done, Robert helps you put everything on the table, and just when you're about to pull out your chair to sit down, Robert is there first, doing it for you.

''Thank you,'' you whisper as you give him a soft kiss before sitting down and enjoying dinner with everyone. The pasta, garlic bread, and salad are gone before you know it, and everyone is ready for dessert.

''You can stay seated, Pumpkin. I will get the dessert,'' he says, and you gladly do. When Robert is in the kitchen, Anthony nudges you and tells you you're fortunate to be married to Robert.

''Honestly, I try to be the best gentleman I can be, but he is on a different level,'' he says, and you agree. You got lucky to have found Robert in this lifetime.

Not long after, Robert returns to the dining table with your tiramisu. It looks like a slice taken right out of heaven and tastes that way, too.

After dinner, everyone moves outside to finish their conversations and to enjoy one more glass of wine or other beverage. Still, to Robert's dismay, you stay inside to clean the kitchen and load the dishwasher again.

''Pumpkin, please sit down. You've done enough already, and they're here for you too,'' he says.

''I'm almost done, Bubs. I need to load the last few things, and then I'm all yours again,'' you say, and he agrees but waits for you to finish.

When you're done, he grabs your hand and leads you outside, sitting on a lounge chair and pulling you into his lap to hold you close by, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Before you know it, everyone is going home again, and after many thank yous and goodbyes, you sigh softly because evenings like this take up a lot of energy, and Robert knows that.

''C'mon,'' he says as he picks you up bridal style and walks you up the stairs and to the bedroom, ready to sleep together.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed, and he can tell how much toll this day has taken on you by the sleepiness on your face.

''Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed, Pumpkin,'' he says. You let him take off your sandals, dress, and bra before pulling one of his shirts over your head before you lie down, not worrying about brushing your teeth now.

Robert follows suit and walks over to his side of the bed, and you feel it dip behind you before he slides over and pulls you against his chest.

''Thank you for everything today, Pumpkin. I couldn't have done it any better without you by my side, and I'm grateful for everything. I love you so much,'' he whispers between soft kisses on your neck as it lulls you slowly into a deep sleep.

''Loveyoumore,'' is the last thing you mumble before the sleepiness pulls you under and into a warm dreamland. Everything feels perfect in your husband's arms, and you sleep so deep you even snore softly.

Robert smiles softly as he hears them, and not long after, he falls asleep, too, with you pulled close to him as the two of you fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

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Marc Spector x Monster!Male reader x Steven Grant

Cw:(tentacles, monster reader, silent reader, its kinda bad but oh well, I realized I spelled his name wrong god damn-)

You were a monster who used to work for Khonshu by eating the bodies to get rid of the evidence. It was a win-win for both of you. He didn't have to worry about the law, and you could continue eating without feeling guilty. Most of the time you only ate them because you wanted to and not because you needed to. You would only need to eat at least once every 7 months. Good thing you ate already.

After asking (threatening) Khonshu to give them their own body, he agreed and you all have been living together ever since (he took Jake) After the divorce between them and Layla (they're still good friends) Marc and Steven fell in love with you and now, you are dating.

You were sitting on their bed, holding his pillow and staring at the door in the dark. You just absolutely loved their scent that was everywhere. You had started your heat earlier today and your…appendages were so desperate for Mark and Steven's body on yours.

The tendrils on your back waved in the air, touching your boyfriend's bed. You thought of all the dirty things you could do to them, consensually of course. You were usually the stoic and pretty silent type of person so when they get to see you smile (or at least try to) they will smother you with kisses.

Your head immediately snapped up to the sound of a door opening. It was Steven and Marc. "I'm sorry we're coming home so late, Love. I wanted to get more of those things you liked." He said and gestured to the bag he had in his hands that had some candy and other sweet stuff.

Marc peeked out from behind him. "Are you baking something? It smells sweet." Marc asked and they both came closer. I looked up at them quietly. I pointed at the note on the wall that I had written to them. You don't know how to speak humanly well so you practiced really hard at writing.

"Dear Marc and Steven…You may be wondering why I haven't greeted you yet and that's because I am in heat. If I were to get up now…I could end up losing control. If you would like to help me, I would gladly appreciate it." Steven read the note out loud. "P.S, the sweet smell is me." Marc smoked a bit at that.

They looked back at me, seeing the differences from before they left. My breathing was a bit more heavy and slower. My tendrils were desperately reaching out for them, my eyes were glossed over and I had a slight hazy hue in them.

They looked at each other for a bit and slowly made their way over to me. As soon as they got close enough, my tendrils reached for them and pulled them in. I immediately went for Steven's lips and my hands were fumbling to take Marc's clothes off.

I summoned more tendrils from my back and had them touch Marc. "W-Wait! You know how sensitive that a-area is- Haaah!!" He let out a loud moan when I brushed over his nipples. My hands were busy with Steven's pretty body. I quickly shoved all of his clothes off and laid him down on the bed.

I held up my hand to him. It's something I like to ask them. If they leave 1 finger up, we'll have sex the normal way. He put 2 fingers up, I'll handle them with my tendrils. If they leave 3 fingers up, they want to change something like the idea or position. If they leave 4 fingers down, it usually means they want to stop. If they leave all 5, They want me to continue.

Steven blushed and took my hand. He left 3 fingers up and I tilted my head. "Can Marc be closer? I like the sounds he makes…" Steven whimpered. I used my tendrils to carry him over to us. He was already sucking on one in his mouth and had some tears streaming down my face. The tendril in my pants was starting to get restless. I quickly took off my clothes and tossed them somewhere on the floor.

I held both of my hands up at them. Stephen and Marc both left 2 fingers up. I smiled a bit, knowing I'm not hurting them, and quickly produced more slick so I didn't hurt them. I teased Steven's hole with my cock and gently put it in. One of my tendrils made its way under Marc and entered him.

They both let out long and loud moans. 2 dark blue tendrils (I was going to say that your tendrils are black but you can be in charge if that) they poked out of my back and shoved themselves in both of their mouths. It began to pump them with my special slick. It works like an aphrodisiac and makes the other person…feel good.

After about 20 seconds of pumping their mouths with that, you took them out. You knew their human bodies could only take so much so you didn't use a lot.

Marc and Steven started squirming immediately. My favorite part about the aphrodisiac is that it makes the other person lactate, no matter their gender. You smiled when you saw white liquid drip down their chest. The other tendrils approached themselves to their chests, milking them.

I watched as they squirmed from pleasure. More tendrils attached themselves to Marc and held him up in the air. 4 tendrils were holding both of his thighs apart. 2 were on each ankle. A big one was on his waist. One of them was around his neck, lightly choking him. There were 2 on his nipples, 1 sucking his cock, and 2 of them fucking him. And of course, one down his throat.

You knew Marc loved it when you fucked him in the air, the feeling of being restrained by you was enough to make him cum alone.

Now back to Steven. You didn't need to move much since your appendages moved by themselves. You leaned down and pulled Steven in a kiss. You got more tendrils to hold him down. Stephen loved to be held, which is why you would use softer tendrils with Steven more since Marc liked it rough.

You didn't really need to move but you began to hump him, only testing it out first. Then you started to get faster and faster. Stephen went to moan out again but a tendril in his mouth stopped him. You knew his neighbors wouldn't like the noise so you had to keep him quiet somehow. A soft tendril wrapped around his neck and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I felt both of them cum into the tendril. I smiled a bit and wrapped my arms around Steven before frantically jumping him, chasing that orgasm I've been craving since noon.

Steven cried out around the tendril when they started leaving love bites on his neck. Marc was already lost in a haze. He had cum so much already. Both of their irises were a slight pink from the aphrodisiac. Steven came with a loud moan and squirted his cum inside my tendril. I'm using their cum for a special breeding process that they'll get to do tonight.

My breathing started to get heavier and my thrusts became more desperate. Steven accidentally bit on my tendril and I let out a groan, cumming inside of him. The tendril that was in Marc came inside of him too. I stilled everything, overwhelmed by their scents and touch. I could feel both of their eyes on me and I gently set Marc down next to Steven.

"W-Wow…that sounded…so attractive…" Steven panted as I removed my tendrils from them. They still seemed to be squirming a bit but most of the aphrodisiac had worn off. "Was that your heat?" Marc asked. I shook my head. Two indigo tendrils came out as the rest of the tendrils were put away. I pulled out an index card and gave it to them, explaining what was going to happen.

"The breeding process is a bit…uncomfortable. I know human males can't birth anything but I want to try with you two. My blue tendrils are for…pumping eggs inside of you. If you're uncomfortable with this, please tell me and I'll stop." Marc read the card. I fiddled with my fingers, a bit nervous about this. They both looked up at me and grabbed my hand. Marc took my right and Steven took my left. "Please breed us then." They both said.

My eyes squinted at them, a sign that I was very happy with them (kinda like a cat). They smiled back and opened their legs. My tendrils gently went down and wiggled inside of them. The tip opened inside of them, locking the tendril inside of them. I gently intertwined my hand with theirs. "Are…you sure?" I awkwardly asked, wincing a bit at my deep voice.

They nodded. "Please~ I want to know what it feels like…" Stephen whimpered. I nodded and began pumping the eggs inside of them. They weren't too small nor too big. 3 ½ inches wide and 4 inches tall. They moaned loudly. Steven's hand jerked off Marc's cock and Marc jerked off Steven's. I put my hands on their thighs and silently praised them. I saw their tummy distend slightly. The last of my eggs entered them and my tendrils pulled away.

I let out a shaky sigh as I stated at my work. Steven and Marc had cum on their tummy and are now enjoying the afterglow. I put my hands on their tummy. My tendrils were excitedly wagging in the air. "A-Are we…going to actually have kids?" Marc asked. I shook my head. I pulled another card out and wrote something down.

"No…me and your kind can't breed kids…" Marc read out. "Aww. It's ok. I'm not mentally fit for kids anyway." Marc reassured me. They whimpered and whined as they started to push the eggs out of them. I gently ran my hands on their tummy, ignoring the wet feeling of their cum. I understood that their human bodies can't hold something inside them that long. I was still happy I got to breed my lovers.

"Can I still keep the eggs?" Steven asked. Marc chuckled and curled up with him. I nodded and cuddled on the other side of Steven. My tendrils wrapped around them held them close to me. We all fell asleep in a warm and comfy haze.

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