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stayteezdreams · 6 months

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I'll Keep You Safe

Plot: When staying in a cabin with the boys, you get scared after some scary stories are told. But no worries! Yunho is here to comfort you (and tease you).

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

Prompt: 'Telling scary stories around a campfire' Requested by: @tumbleboof

Warnings: Creepy vibes. Somewhat suggestive content.

Words: 2.2k

You should have known going camping with the guys would lead to something like this. Sitting around a campfire in the middle of some woods as Jongho told a scary story. It was exactly what you should expect, but you hated it anyways.

Too many noises in the woods around you were reaching your ears. While the others were focused on Jongho's story, you couldn't help but focus on not only his words, but what was around you as well.

It was as if the woods were reflecting his story. Or maybe your mind was just tricking you.

He'd mention the man in black stalking toward the unsuspecting main character. And you swore you heard footsteps just beyond the trees.

"The whisper's sounded as though they were coming from every direction."

As if on queue you heard a whistling wind in the branches making goosebumps crawl up your arms.

While your focus bounced between all of the things creeping you out, someone else's focus was on you. From beside you, Yunho peered over at you. He could see the light bouncing of your leg as you anxiously rung your hands.

Your eyes were on the darkened woods behind the others, and you clearly looked spooked.

As soon as the others started telling scary stories, he felt you stiffen beside him. He thought the fact you got so easily scared was both cute and endearing, but he also felt a bit bad.

Taking the opportunity, he casually move closer to you, until his leg pressed against yours. He felt you stop shaking your leg, as it seemed to bring you out of whatever over-thinking trance you had been in. Moving his hand to his knee, his moved his pinky finger as he gently caressed your leg, comforting you and reminding you of his presence.

Yunho new his intention was to comfort you, but even he knew the action was almost romantic.

You had the same thought as you were pulled back to reality at his close proximity. You couldn't help the anxious fluttering of your heart increasing at his movements.

You knew he was trying to comfort you, as he always did. He would tease you and drive you crazy, but he was always there for you. But in this moment, as his finger began gently rubbing your leg, sending shock-waves through you, you couldn't help but wish he would let you suffer.

You and Yunho were close, best-friends even, but sometimes he would do things that made it seem like you were dating. The others often found themselves confused as to whether or not you were, and just hiding it from them. But they stopped asking eventually when they figured out neither of you really had an answer either.

You and Yunho were just that. You and Yunho.

Your thoughts were brought back from wandering when Jongho suddenly stood up with a yell, making all of you jump back in surprise. You had let out a soft yelp as you jumped leaning into Yunho who automatically wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Laughing as his own adrenaline coursed through him.

He looked over at you and grinned, squeezing your shoulder a bit. You caught his eye and saw the teasing gleam.

You shook your head and whispered "Shut up" before he could say anything, making him laugh again as he pulled you closer to him momentarily before letting you go.

Just as you finally really had enough of the scary stories, Hongjoong announced that it was getting late and everyone should head to bed. You felt relief wash over you and you shot a look of thanks to Hongjoong. Noticing, he smiled before starting to help Seonghwa put out the fire.

You stood up and stretched, looking towards the darkened path back towards the cabin. You were not looking forward to that walk. You knew you had to make sure you didn't get left to walk it alone.

Yunho of course, was not going to allow this anyway. After the fire was out and all but you, Yunho, San and Seonghwa were left. You and Yunho began heading back, as Seonghwa and San folded up and stacked the chairs.

As tired as you were, you were on guard as you and Yunho walked back to the cabin. Every shaking branch or fluttering bush sent a jolt through you.

Yunho noticed it every time, and repressed a laugh. The way you moved to walk closer to him made his heart skip as he grinned to himself.

As your presence scared a bird, sending it into a fluttering flight, you gasped softly before letting out an annoyed laugh. You really hated how jumpy you could get.

Yunho chuckled as he reached out and took your hand in his. You looked over at him as your heart jumped.

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe."

You glared playfully at him and he laughed.

"You're so jumpy. You'd be a rabbit if you were an animal."

You pouted and stuck you tongue out at him, knowing his statement was accurate enough. You glanced down at his hand as it wrapped completely around yours.

Yunho glanced over at you, seeing you stare down at your intertwined hands, and he felt his chest clench. Were you thinking and feeling the same things as him?

Hearing a yell come back from the campfire site you jumped with a soft gasp before you groaned as you heard Seonghwa and San laughing.

Yunho laughed as he tugged you closer to him. "They're just messing around back there, don't worry."

You sighed, "I know."

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and though you knew it was partially because of the creepy forest and adrenaline inducing night, you also knew it was because of being alone with Yunho.

As the cabin came into view, you walked faster, tugging Yunho along with you.

"Come on I don't wanna be out here any longer."

Yunho followed you, grinning happily as his own heart fluttered.

Letting out a sigh of relief as you made it back into the cabin, you made your way to your room, aware that Yunho was still following you. Turning towards him as you got to your door, he smiled down at you and you felt butterflies swirl in your stomach.

"You gonna be okay now?"

You rolled your eyes and ignored the growing warmth in your chest. "Yes Yunho. The stories may have creeped me out, but I'm not a child."

He took a step closer to you as he peered down into your eyes, you felt your heartbeat pick up as he leaned closer. He stared into your eyes with a small smirk.

"If you insist. But, if you happen to get scared, you know where to find me."

You rolled your eyes, barely able to repress the smile on your face. "I'll be fine."

He giggled softy before placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll leave my door unlocked."

You rolled your eyes again as he walked off with a smirk. Heading into your room, you let out a deep breath. Why did he get so much enjoyment out of teasing you?

Even if it was a joke, it wasn't long before you were considering Yunho's offer. As the cabin grew quiet, and everyone lied down to sleep, the wind outside picked up, and the atmosphere of the cabin seemed to change.

Every noise sounded like whispers or footsteps. The creaking of the floors made your eyes snap open as you stared at your door. The tree branches against the windows made shadows across the room that scared you more than once.

You knew you were safe, but you couldn't calm yourself enough to fall asleep. You blamed Jongho and his stupid stories.

Knowing the teasing from Yunho would be relentless if you actually went to his room, you sat up and turned on your light instead. You stared out at the window, trying to focus on each noise and remind yourself of their true nature.

The creaks in the hallway was the aging house swaying with the wind, the shadows were the tree branches, the whispers weren't whispers, but actually the wind creeping in through the window sill.

Hearing another creak in the hallway, your breath hitched for a second.

The creaks in the hallway is just the old house.

You heard another creak, a bit closer.

Or maybe someone going to the bathroom.

Another creak.

You swallowed as you told yourself, the ghost stories were just stories. No one said anything about this place being haunted. It was fine. It was nothing.

Another creak, and a tap on your door.

Your heart seemed to stop as you held your breath. Was that a knock? You couldn't tell if it had purpose to it or not.

"Y/n?"

You felt all the tension in your body wash away as you let out the breath you had been holding. Getting up, you walked over to the door before pulling it open to reveal Yunho.

"Yunho you scared the shit out of me, why are you creeping around?"

He repressed a laugh, trying to keep his voice down. "I'm sorry. I just went to the bathroom and saw your light was on. I wanted to see if you were okay. Even I gotta admit the cabin is a bit creepy."

You smiled as you felt butterflies again. He just wanted to check in on you.

You smiled a bit wider and he rose his brow. "Wasn't I the one who was supposed to come to you if I got scared?"

He continue to whisper but his tone was firm. "I'm not scared!"

"Oh?"

He chuckled under his breath. "I really just wanted to see if you were okay."

As much as you wanted to continue to tease him, you gave in.

You shook your head. "I'm totally creeped out."

He chuckled as he pushed your door open a bit and walked in. You watched him, a bit confused as he looked around your room. He walked over to the window and nodded his head,

"You're room is creepier than mine."

"Oh great, good to know."

As he walked over to your bed, you watched with growing bewilderment as he pulled the covers back.

"But you got the bigger bed."

He groaned softly as he climbed into your bed, and you blinked a few times.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable."

"What, am I supposed to go to your room because it's less creepy?" You asked softly as you walked over to the bed.

He smiled up at you before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bed.

You let out a soft grunt from the sudden impact on the bed.

"No."

You let out a bewildered laugh as he covered you with the blankets and pulled you into his chest.

"I'll just stay with you tonight."

Trying to ignore the intense beating of your heart and the nervousness filling you, you teased him.

"Are you sure you're not the one who got scared?"

He squeezed you closer to him in retaliation and you groaned before pinching him. "Yunho!"

Your muffled voice caused him to chuckle and release you enough so you could look up at him, you felt you breath hitch as you found him staring down at you with a fond smile.

"Maybe it's just an excuse."

"What is?"

"Sleeping in your bed so you aren't scared." His tone become soft and serious and you could feel his heavy beating heart in his chest as he held you close.

"And what is it an excuse for?"

He moved his arms from your shoulders to your waist as he lowered himself so his face was aligned with yours. His eyes studied your face, lingering on your lips for a moment before he met your eyes again.

"Wanting to be with you. And wanting to hold you."

You bit the inside of your lip as you tried to control your breathing. Gently you played with the collar of his shirt and he smiled softly at the action.

"You don't need an excuse to do that."

Your words made Yunho's heart leap as he repressed a grin.

"I don't?"

You shook your head softly and he chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours, making you grin.

As your eyes met and locked in an intense knowing gaze, Yunho slowly leaned forward, before his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, and brief.

When he pulled away he met your eyes again as if making sure it was alright. As you smiled bashfully at him, he leaned in again, kissing you a bit harder and pulling you closer to him. One of his hands cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

You let your body sink into his as you kissed him back, your hand clenching his shirt tighter.

As a hard gust of wind caused the window pane to bang against the window sill, you and Yunho jumped in surprise, pulling away from each other.

You locked eyes and laughed as your hearts raced. Yunho reached across you and turned off the light before he got comfortable again, pulling you into his chest after he pressed another soft kiss to your lips.

You rested your head against his chest before whispering, "I'm not scared anymore. You make me feel safe."

Feeling the way his heart beat changed at your words you grinned.

He wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter before pressing a kiss to your head. "I'll always keep you safe."

"Even from ghosts?" You asked suddenly and he chuckled.

"Yeah, even from ghosts."

xx End xx

Got a bit carried away with the second half and forgot it was supposed to be a Halloween story lmao.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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hey nana, just had this thought. how do you think chan would react for seeing you braless? like hear me out. it's just one month since you're relationship and you're too busy to spend time together or be intimate with eachother. recently you've had long 2 weeks going out on many occasions, wearing all tight formal attires. and finally both of you had a leave, deciding to spend it with him. you're tired as hell and even wearing bra made you feel so suffocating, so you decided to remove it and wear nothing but tank top. how do you think he'd react?

(ignore this if i made it seem uncomfortable or anything. anyways have a great day, thank you)

(warning: suggestive, heavy making out, yearning, insinuates sex)

Chan likes you, like really likes you. That's why he tolerated all the time apart. After all this waiting time for you to come around, you've finally been able to define the relationship. It didn't take long for him to count the reasons why it took you so long in the first place.

The job forces you to be social, creating countless networking opportunities, many of which occur late at night during weekdays and weekends. Safe to say you haven't had a lot of time together, but for the first time in a while, you had a free weekend, and who better to spend it with than your boyfriend.

He smells just as good as you remember. His embrace was warm and welcoming like a warm cup of your favorite herbal tea and you can't help but inhale him the moment you arrive. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. This weekend was all I was looking forward to this week. I was starting to think I dreamt we got together a month ago."

You chuckle into his chest and pulled away briefly to admire his features, "Definitely not a dream. I'm all yours. I can't wait to spend all weekend with you. Speaking of which, I made us some popcorn and later we can maybe door dash some takeout? I am really sick of tiny little appetizers that would only really fill up an ant."

Chan's giggles were soft and light, a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his hand comes up to pet the top of your head. "All the food you want. Ready to let it all go with you."

You were relieved to hear that and press a kiss to the tip of his nose before guiding him to the couch and getting him comfortable before you break out the snacks. He put on a little comedy action for you both to watch, remembering how you said that was your favorite genre, and grins from ear to ear seeing you return with a tray full of movie theater style treats.

You scoot yourself close to him, lacing your hand through his, testing out the intimacy levels as the familiar 20th Century studio introduction sounds off on Television. Early on, you're already enjoying yourselves, laughing, making your own small inside jokes, and reenacting some of the lines already told on screen. It was nice and relaxed for once. at some point in the night, Chan decides to put his arm over your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You flush at the closer proximity but are reminded by the jabbing feeling of the underwire confining the flesh mounted on your chest and can't help but shrug him off. Chan festers up this guilty, thinking maybe he went too far. "D-did I make you uncomfortable? Sorry."

"Oh, no. It's just, this bra sucks. I was wearing it for errands earlier and should've taken it off. Give me a sec."

You scoot over to the side, giving yourself space. You part the buttons from your cardigan and you tug it right off, your shoulders and arms exposed. Chan gets faint blush realizing what you're about to do and before he could suggest giving you some privacy, you do that magical thing people with breasts do and slip it right from the tank top, revealing a cute nude patterned bra in your grasp he then can't help but notice your breasts naturally dropping from the power of gravity, your nipples plump and poking through the thin material and automatically, he crosses his legs, unable to meet your eyes.

"I'm just gonna put this away. I'll be right back. Keep watching the movie."

You leave him briefly to be alone in his thoughts, thinking how probably soft they would be in his hands or how warm they are pressed up against his face. He twitches in his sweatpants, clenching his legs tighter against each other. "Dead puppies, burning buildings, the Holocaust."

He mumbles to himself distasteful, horrific, and unpleasant things, begging and pleading for this boner to go away. He would have nothing more than to have a relaxed night after all the tiring work both of you have gone through these past few weeks but it had a mind of its own. He had no choice but to use to throw a pillow on his lap, seeing as you've already come back, still in only a tank top nonetheless. You take his arm and throw it back on your shoulders like nothing's happened, attention back on the movie, while Chan could think of anything but the movie.

You notice the tension in his body all too quickly, watching how hard he clutches that pillow or how he blatantly avoids contact with your chest. You grin to yourself, thinking your little act has caused him to malfunction. You draw lips closer to his ear, hearing him gulp the moment your breast brushed up against his arm, and whispered, "Something wrong?"

To which, he ferociously shakes his head, tight-lining his smile no less awkward than you expected him to. You then take your hand to cup the side of his face and press your lips to his, moving it gentle and slow. He eagerly reciprocates, kissing your lips with the vigor of a horny teenager but the hesitancy of a respectful partner, parting as soon he got a taste and returning to not overstepping invisible boundaries he's set for himself, leaving your kiss sweet but curt. You couldn't have it. You reconnect your lips as soon as possible and even run your fingers through his undone hair, unwilling to let go. Chan takes the hint soon enough and comes undone from your touch, hands falling to your hips and pulling you towards him.

Your body heats at the raw intensity Chan unleashes, crawling on top of his lap and bordering either of his sides with your knees, pushing your chest back against him and feeling his moans vibrate throughout your mouth. His hands roam through your body, tracing over your shape, drawing it out in his head, and in a second take away that control to cup your hands over his against your breasts, encouraging him to feel you, savor you, want even the most intimate part of you and how can he say no?

He fondles them gently in his hands, clenching and unclenching to grasp their weight and pillowy sensation, all for him to have them pool between his fingers, teasing your perky nipple between the crevices. You softly whimper, grinding against the constricted snake in his pants like your own personal toy, feeling him grow only bigger every passing second. Chan grunts in every break of the kiss, containing himself as humanly possible, before breaking your liplock and looking into your eyes, a look for approval. "Bedroom?"

"No," You smile shaking your head, "I want you to take me here, on the couch."

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brianwashere · 1 year

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i may be going crazy over this. homoerotic boxing lessons from matt 🙏 i swear i am a genius

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Decided to do a lil fic this time bcc I have so many reqs I need to get through (I’m so sorry-)

Wrote this while listening to one of Hozier’s more sacrilegious songs and it shows—

Hey if you wanna experience this like I did, (I HIGHLY suggest you do) listen to “Talk” by Hozier—where i got the title

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Male!Reader

Genre: assumed unrequited love(?) idk what you call this

Summary: look at req

Tw: boxing, very close proximity

For Fear That you Find Out How I’m Imagining you

“Ok, so keep your weight on your toes.” Matt began explaining.

You nodded to yourself and adjusted your weight to rest on the balls of your feet. Matt huffed a nervous laugh, flashing you his signature grin.

“I’m gunna have to…” He trailed off as he moved one of his legs to spread yours further.

“Keep your feet apart or you’ll stumble over them. This is the position you always return to.” The brunette explained.

You gulped and nodded, trying to fight the blush crawling onto your cheeks. Nothing was weird about this. He was just your friend teaching you how to box because you asked.

“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern. “You seem nervous.” He added.

“Yeah, sorry just hard to focus…” You mumbled.

He nodded.

“Ok, now we’ll work on actual hitting.” The lawyer gently took your forearm and trailed up to your shoulder, moving behind you.

You suppressed a shudder.

He put his other hand on your other shoulder. You were sure he could feel your heart rate at this point.

“Get in position and slowly punch the bag, leave your arm out when you reach it though.” The brunette told you.

You slowly went through the motion of a punch keeping your fist on the bag when your wrapped knuckles met it.

Matt slid his hand down your arm and wrapped around your wrist.

“It needs to end in this position,” His voice gently corrected and turned your wrist inward.

You sucked in a sharp breath. His voice was smooth right in your ear and you felt his chest right against your back. You could guarantee he felt your hammering heart. You’d tell yourself it was the exertion, maybe he’d tell himself that too.

He kept his tender but firm hold on your wrist, pulling your arm back to your body.

“Now do it again,” Matt sounded breathless.

You repeated the action, allowing Matt to make adjustments when needed. When you retracted your arm you turned your head to look at him.

He could feel you shift and loosened his grip on your wrist, not letting go yet.

“Something wrong?” His hot breath tickled your cheek.

“Nothing at all…” You sighed, subconsciously leaning towards his lips.

You stopped yourself, mentally cursing your lack of discipline.

You couldn’t entirely tell—maybe it was just your imagination—but you could swear Matt looked disappointed.

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fancifulpurposelesslovely · 6 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by: @spaceprincessem (thanks!!!)

Okay so i have never been tagged in a fic writing thing before and I’m excited so I’m not stressing too much about what the actual expectations are! Also it looks like this one mostly belongs to the 911 fandom? whatever! Y’all are just gonna get snippets of Summer Sons stuff I’m writing

As yet unpublished chapter of One of Mine (Summer Sons - Sam POV):

He hadn’t handed Irene any of the private details of Blur’s life, just running his mouth about the other man’s refusal to take care of himself, how he reminded Sam of a younger and dumber version of himself, how he was worried Riley would fall into some of his bad habits. On his second or third pass through “—and he’s clearly not fucking eating or sleeping enough” Irene finally broke and started laughing at him outright.

“Samuel Aaron Halse,” she started, knowing it would put his back up and that she was one of three people who had known him long enough to get away with it. “You have an honest to god crush on this man, don’t you?” Sam blinked at her for a moment, caught between flabbergasted, insulted, and defensive.

Summer Sons fic, after, Sam x Andrew

What he loved most were nights like this one, the moments at the end of a long party while the festivities wound down and people stumbled out of the house. Sam sprawled, a king on his throne, arms and legs set wide to claim half the couch. Andrew was collapsed across his lap, floating, unselfconscious. He turned his head toward Sam’s stomach and used just his face to nose Sam’s shirt out of the way, removing the barrier to the skin-to-skin contact he craved. He hummed appreciatively as he was finally able to nuzzle against the soft layer of fat over unsurprising muscle mass. As happened some nights, the full body sense memory tried to tip him into the past, and his mind played Eddie’s voice, livid and drunk, say it again you think I’m like that. Andrew frowned and pulled away from the memory, beginning to roll away from Sam out of a misplaced feeling of danger. Without a change in posture or gaze, Sam noticed and wrapped his big hand around the back of Andrew’s neck to pull him back in.

Summer Sons fic, Eddie x Andrew, where Andrew comes down to Nashville early, and some other shenanigans (mark’s fault)

The drive had been excruciatingly long, but it had also disappeared under him faster than he would have liked. Six hours was nothing and everything when he was so ready to see Eddie again and so afraid of how mad Eddie would be. Eddie had finally given an order that Andrew couldn’t follow. An avid student of folklore, Andrew was well-versed in the Irish concept of a geas. His life was, of course, a southern gothic ghost story, but it felt like a geas had been laid on him in the cavern so many years ago, to follow Eddie, to stay with Eddie, no matter what, to the ends of the earth or the edge of the grave. His second geas, never at odds with the first before now, was to obey. To follow Eddie in action as well as proximity.

But now Eddie had given him an order that set his geasa in opposition, and it was tearing him apart. Eddie said “stay away from me. Stay where I left you. Stop begging to be at my side.” Andrew could not follow both the ties on his heart as they pulled him in separate directions, not in the full spirit of them, but perhaps he could follow them both to the letter. Maybe, if he got close enough to Eddie, he would let Andrew in. He would stop shoving Andrew away and pull him close again. Surely, finally, Eddie would relent and let Andrew come home, and the world would be right again, and he wouldn’t be torn to shreds from his conflicting needs.

Not tagging anyone myself because again, very unfamiliar with the general etiquette and purpose, but hey this was fun!

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vosh-rakh · 1 year

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The air in the Temple was thick and sweet with camphor, leaving behind a grey haze over everything - and everyone. There were several people - mostly priests - waiting for Qismehti, many faces she didn’t recognize. But she recognized Athyn Sarethi’s, who smiled warmly at her. He wore a heavy kresh robe, his tough body lost in its folds.

She also saw Varvur Sarethi, Athyn’s son. His thin body - one she was all too familiar with - was also lost in a thick robe. He smiled sheepishly at Qismehti, his hands clasped behind him.

“You’re here,” Athyn said. “Good. We have business to attend to.”

“What business?” Qismehti asked.

“If you want to challenge Bolvyn for the title of Archmaster, you need to be fully inducted into Great House Redoran. I’m adopting you into the Sarethi family.”

Qismehti, somewhat bewildered, blinked rapidly. But all she said was, “Very well.”

“Come,” said Athyn. He, alongside Qismehti, Varvur, and the priests, sat down on cushions surrounding the Waiting Door, a wide pit of ash and bone fragments in the center of the chamber.

What followed was a strange candlelit ritual, one Qismehti did not understand (as the words the priests spoke was entirely in Velothi, the language of the Ashlanders), but got the gist of. They were beseeching the Redoran ancestors, specifically those of the Sarethi family, to consider and accept this young outlander into the clan and House. There were certain procedures and actions which Athyn prompted her to perform at various moments throughout the ceremony, which she carried out dutifully.

Nearing the end of the ritual, the lead priest asked a question of Qismehti in Velothi. Athyn translated: “Now you must choose your cardehn. Who do you declare?”

Qismehti knew what a cardehn was: an ancestor bound to a person, usually upon their birth, to serve as their guide and protector in life. She’d had childhood friends growing up near Blacklight on the mainland who had had their cardehns chosen for them when they were born, usually from a list of honored ancestors from their line. She had only ever been in temporary and conditional service to House Redoran, and was born to a Redguard and an Orc; she had never been granted a cardehn. She wasn’t a history buff, either. She knew precious little about the ancestors of the Sarethi family.

“I don’t know,” she said, matter-of-factly.

The priests muttered to themselves for a moment, before one produced a gilded redware bowl, filled to the brim with a thick red liquid. It was carefully transferred down the circle until Athyn handed it to Qismehti. “Drink,” he commanded.

Qismehti took the bowl and peered cautiously into the drink. “What is it?”

“Shein,” Athyn said.

Qismehti smiled, unsure if Athyn was joking. “Why is it so thick?”

“Probably the ectoplasm,” Athyn said, his expression blank. “Although the gall could contribute.”

“Gall?” asked Qismehti, her face paling.

“Not that kind. It’s corkbulb myrrh. Just drink.”

Qismehti looked around at the priests, who were staring intently at her. She closed her eyes, raised the bowl to her lips - with this proximity she could smell the myrrh intensely - and drank deep. The wine was bitter and viscous, and it didn’t go down easily. But she choked it down with all her strength.

A few seconds after imbibing, Mehti suddenly felt a pounding in her temples. Her hands began to shake, and invisible hands snatched the bowl from her before she spilled any of the ghost-spiked shein. The blackness behind her eyelids grew deeper and she felt herself fall backwards. Her head seemed to land on something soft, which she visualized as a lap, before she fell unconscious.

- - - - -

When she awoke Qismehti was standing in the ash outside the temple of Ald’ruhn. But there was no temple, nothing but a mound of rock and ash. She turned around and -

A gigantic beast was staring at her. Its massive claws seemed to wring the sky and its many legs suffocated the ground. Its enormous stalked eyes were lowered, almost level with Qismehti’s face, dripping blood.

“Don’t worry,” said a strange voice, “it’s dead.”

Suddenly a mer leapt from the top of the beast and landed on one knee. He stood and spun his chitin spear, ebony-tipped and adorned with racer plumes, with a decorative flourish. His armor was rudimentary chitin in a style Qismehti didn’t recognize, but she could tell from the quality of the plates and the way they locked together that it was of high quality.

“Hail, Qismehti,” said the mer, his golden skin glistening in the clear midday light. Qismehti recognized why his voice was strange: he wasn’t speaking Cyrodiilic, or even Dunmeris, which she was also familiar with. He spoke Velothi, the language of the Ashlanders. Not only this, but an old form, barely recognizable to her ears as Velothi at all. But somehow she understood his meaning, despite the language barrier.

“Hail,” Qismehti responded softly. In the haze of this place her voice barely seemed her own. “How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been watching you, ever since you came into contact with my descendants. You do great honor to them.”

“I’m sorry…who are you?”

The mer smirked and planted his spear into the blood-soaked ash. “Does this not give it away? This spear, this scene?”

Qismehti apologized again, saying, “I don’t know the history of Ald’ruhn.”

“It was once the meeting place for we Velothi. I established it when I killed this great beast, Skar, with my spear Calderas. Your House mer have long since lived here, though, and call it the seat of their political power. Which is something you seem to desire.”

Qismehti’s face hardened. “Bolvyn is a dishonorable man. He does not deserve his title.”

“You need not defend yourself to me, Qismehti. The only one you should defend yourself to is your own spirit, your ambition.”

Qismehti fell silent, lost in contemplation. Finally she asked again, “Who are you, that you know so much about me?”

“I am Dranoth Hleran,” the mer said, crossing his arms.

Qismehti frowned. “There must be some mistake. I don’t have any Altmer ancestors.”

Dranoth burst into laughter. “You call me Altmer? How insulting. I am Chimer, proud to go different, and in thunder.”

“I don’t have any Chimer ancestors, either.”

“It is not your ancestors you need lay claim to,” said Dranoth, his face suddenly grave.

“But this family is Sarethi, not Hleran.”

“Ah, but they carry my blood just the same. What’s in a name? It is a dead thing, just as dead as I.”

“But I carry not the blood of Sarethi, either.”

“Will is stronger than blood - all the wise men proclaim it. And it is will that brought you here to me, even if you do not know me.” “But -”

“Stop questioning destiny. It’s unbecoming of a ruling king. You shall face the coming challenges with me at your side.”

Qismehti was silent for a moment, then clarified: “I will not be a king. I will be something lesser, and therefore greater.”

Dranoth smiled. “That you will. Now go. Execute your will.”

- - - - -

Qismehti suddenly woke up, and opened her eyes to see Varvur Sarethi staring down at her. The lap she had fallen into was his, and he cradled her head in his hands. He smiled and whispered, “Rise and shine.”

Qismehti reached up to grab his hand. “Don’t be sentimental,” she whispered back.

Qismehti sat up and said, “I have chosen.” She looked around at the priests, and at Athyn, and said, “My cardehn is Dranoth Hleran.”

The priests murmured loudly to each other at this. The lead priest shushed them and said, in Dunmeris, “You have been chosen. Welcome to Great House Redoran.”

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Mary accepted your explanation that your "husband" had started drinking again and you had locked him in the room. You also got away with both portions of food that you moved into your room on the pretext that you'd go and keep watch over the fool. Mary seemed very understanding, and you started to wonder what Harold was like behind closed doors. Either way, Vash got to eat two portions for both lunch and dinner. You even helped him to the table; he moved largely on his own, his body simply stiff and his head spinning. You offered him support and guidance. Other than to eat, Vash spent the day sleeping, his quiet snoring being a comforting sound to you. The day went by very quickly, like in a daze. You didn't have much to do, so you paced around a lot or laid in bed next to Vash, careful not to wake him.

You don't dare fall asleep; the paranoid thoughts are drumming in your head. You take comfort in both the knife and gun strapped to your legs, occasionally touching them lightly to remind yourself that they are still there. You don't wish to hurt anyone, let alone take their lives, but if you have to for the sake of Vash, you will. He wouldn't be happy with that mentality, so you keep it to yourself.

Once again, you lay on the bed next to Vash's sleeping figure. Darkness has creeped into the room, and from outside, you hear some muffled rowdiness. You assume it comes from the saloon or from the front of the inn, but there is likely no cause for concern. Still, your body tenses up, with slight tremors running through it. Vash turns around in his sleep, grunting a little as he faces you. His metal arm is feeling along the bed till it reaches you, then grabbing the small of your back and pulling you into him. His arms wrap around you, and his chin lands on your head. His scent and proximity cause you to relax again, and the tremors subside.

Vash wakes up early in the morning before the suns have risen. He places a kiss on your head and nuzzles his face into your hair. His actions wake you from your daze, and you squeeze him a bit, holding tight and pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Good morning!" you whisper into the small space between your bodies.

"Morning, Sweet Pea!" His breath ruffles your hair.

"How are you feeling?" Your legs are intertwined as his hand moves along your back.

"Almost to full health, I think," he says. "A lot less tired, at the very least. I think I'm fine strutting about on my own now!"

"Do you think you can ride? I'd like to leave. Not that anywhere is safe." You speak quietly, not lifting your face.

"What makes you say that?" He sounds surprised, and you come clean about the whole situation, including the strange "humans" in the abandoned village, someone giving a tip about your movements, the temporary $$2,000,000 reward someone put out, and the town swarming with bounty hunters when you got here.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that by yourself." He squeezes you tighter. "It couldn't have been easy, but you did so well! I'll try my best to never put you in such a situation again!"

"You better!" you say with a genuine hint of anger in your voice that makes Vash laugh.

"So, where do you want to go?" He says that as he snuggles you closer, he's like a giant snake wrapping himself around you, his long limbs engulfing you and holding you tightly.

"Where can we go? Apparently the bounty hunters scattered when they thought you didn't show up in town the first night. I think there are still many around. I doubt any settlement in the area is safe."

"I think you worry too much." He answers your pondering with amusement.

"How could you say that after you were unconscious for three days?" You sound upset.

"I slept for the last day... And it's not like it's anything new that there are bounty hunters after me; it has been like this for a little while. We know now that something is up, and we will be more careful when it comes to strange people and places, but you and I will get out of anything!"

You let out a big sigh. He would be the death of you if you weren't immortal. You run your nails gently over his back and feel him shiver under your touch, soothing the tickle with the palm of your hand.

"So, where do you suggest we go?" you ask.

"More East? Or would you rather take a steamer from Terminal?"

"I would avoid the steamer; I feel like there are too many people. Both for your sake and mine."

"Then we will stock up on some food and water and head east and perhaps north after that to September or November." His hand is tightly holding the small of your back, making your bare skin tingle. His head shifts, and you feel his breath by your ear.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are?" His voice is so low and tender. "You are beautiful, strong, and kind. You're funny and tough, and the fire burning in you is so warm." He pauses for a moment and says, "I am so glad I found you, and I will keep following you across any desert, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me! Cause you are stunning in every single way. My lovely Iris!"

His hand traces under your shirt on your back, and he hugs you again. His heart feels like it's on fire, the same flame that burns in your eyes—the untamed and wild inferno. Once again, he feels so much, like he is going crazy, with the desire to be with you, to hold you, and to keep you safe. The feelings are so overwhelming that they almost feel aggressive. But it's actually nothing but love.

Your fingers trace the curvature of his body—the high points and valleys of his muscles. You feel the different textures of his skin under your fingertips. You trace over his chest, down over his abs and belly button, creeping onto his hip, and up along his side. You take your time to truly appreciate his body for what it is, no longer having to worry about its condition. His tight hug restricts your movement, but you end up slipping your hands onto his back. At the start, you feel it with your fingertips—the augmentations, the scarring, and his skin that's still whole. You try to remember every inch of it, to burn it into your memory. With the second pass, you use your nails, scratching his back gently, and it sends shivers up his spine.

Vash lets out a little moan by your ear when you trail over an especially sensitive spot. Your face is still buried in his chest, and your nose is filled with his comforting scent. His hands touch your back, traveling gently over your skin and feeling the dip of your side, grabbing at your waist. You hear his heart beating hard and fast, and there is a certain stiffness in his arms. The breathing by your ear is deep and quick. It feels like your insides are on fire; despite the comfort, this doesn't make you feel calm and peaceful. The feeling is intense and raw; it's rough around the edges, and the flow of it is so strong that it carries your hand to the waistband of his pants, feeling the edge of it, and your fingers dig between his skin and the drawstring. Your other hand is looking to grab hold of something, traveling up and intertwining with his hair. Your body tenses, squeezing his leg between your knees, and you look up to find his face, but before you can focus on that, his lips are on yours. They seem to try to be gentle at first, but quickly turn into the mouth of someone with an unquenchable hunger. His lips force yours to open, his hand on your side pulling you up, closer to him. The other one slides down onto your ass. Your fingers are pulling on his hair as your other hand finds the front of his pants.

He holds you as he rolls onto his back, and it takes minimal adjusting for you to end up sitting on him with your legs to either side. His hands grab the back of your thighs, pulling you up a bit more before sliding over your sides, bunching up your shirt as they go. Your hands travel along his arms, moving his hands onto your breasts before leaning in, his parted lips already waiting for yours. His hands squeeze the soft tissue through your underwear, and it makes you exhale. The pressure on your chest disappears as he grabs your shirt to pull it over your head, breaking the kiss. His hands greedily move over your back onto your shoulders and neck, the straps of your bra slipping down.

He turns again, pinning you between the bed and his body. His lips move from your lips to your neck, over to the collarbone. You find yourself holding his hair again as his kisses reach your chest, trailing diagonally across before pushing the underwear out of the way to focus his lips and tongue on one of your breasts. A moan escapes you, and his hand moves down your body in between your spread legs. You feel the metal stroking you through the fabric, making both your desire and his burn out of control. It feels like nothing is enough, like you've waited for something your whole life.

His other hand travels under your curved back to undo the hooks of your bra. You want to feel him—all of him. You want to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him, and dig your nails into him. He drives you wild by moving down with his kisses, removing his weight completely as he kneels between your legs, holding both of them for a moment. You see his eyes; there's an edge to them you don't normally see—a fire much like the one you feel. He lifts your leg to rest on his shoulder as he glides his hands to your thigh to undo the clasp of the gun holster and put it aside. He releases that leg and repeats this with your other one to remove the knife sheath. His hands move down your thighs over your ass and hips to undo your pants. It feels like he is teasing you as he pulls them off. He lays down again, coming closer as soon as they are removed, one of your legs between his as he kisses you again, one hand keeping him up, the other exploring your bits through the thin fabric of your underwear before pushing it to the side and playing with you. The breathy moans sounding out his name are music to his ears as his lips move onto your neck again.

One of your arms is thrown around him, your nails digging into his back; the other has untied the drawstring and is feeling him down, stroking along the length of him before pushing down his pants. The hunger is still growing in both of you, as is the desire to explore more of each other.

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Long Way Down to the Bottom of the River

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The PAK knew the host was dying. WARNING: foreign substance poisoning lower right appendage. It knew the rapids were carrying the host quickly away from the goal. Away from Safety. No visuals available. Error: Host not responding.

Suggested course of action: Intervene.

Its legs exploded out into the frothing water, scrambling for any sort of purchase. The river pulled the host along and away, and the PAK did not have the energy reserves to battle the currents.

The host slammed into a rock, and for a second, it was still, pushed by water into the solid rock instead of moving downstream. That was enough. The PAK found a wall and stabbed, hard. It dug the leg up to the first joint, sacrificing crucial battery power, but breaking its descent for good.

Climb.

It fought the currents, stabbing into solid rock with each new step. WARNING: Blood-loss at dangerous levels. It broke the surface of the water, flung itself upwards when the current suddenly let go of it. No longer fighting a torrent of water, it could quickly haul itself onto the edge of the cliff. There, it withdrew its legs. The host remained unresponsive on the ground. The body temperature dropped further, as the water evaporated into the cold air and stole with it any remaining heat the body might have.

Assessing situation…

… foreign substance poisoning lower right appendage …

… power: low …

… proximity to Safety: far …

The PAK flashed for no one to see, but the distress signal would be sensed by any Irken technology nearby. It got one, two pulses of signal out, before the task became too much for its energy reserves. The host was dying, but without the host there would be no PAK. So, with the last of its energy aimed inwards, it went into power-reserve mode, focusing only on keeping the host alive.

Error: Host not responding.

WARNING: Foreign substance poisoning lower right appendage.

WARNING: Blood-loss at dangerous levels.

Error: Host not responding …

The host had undergone too much stress with no recuperation. Too many days of wandering, with venom creeping up its leg, carrying a burden too heavy and overworking the PAK without refueling or recharging. On top of the exertion, the river had fractured bones and torn open flesh, along with dealing bruises over every body part.

Safe from the rapids but not at all in safety, the host's body finally gave up.

The PAK flashed a bright red, illuminating the rocks around the body.

“Reactivating.”

The robotic voice echoed in the cavern, breaking the constant roar of the rapids. The body jolted with renewed energy.

Zim coughed, and for a few precious seconds, he was conscious. The rock beneath him seemed to have sapped all his body heat away. He was wet and shivering and couldn’t make out at all where he was or what had happened. Confused, vision blurring, he tried to grasp onto any thoughts at all.

He thought he saw the blurry silhouette of Red’s Speeder landing before him, Red’s boots touching the ground and getting closer, but Zim was already fading again.

The PAK kept Zim’s eyes open. It used the visual to confirm that Red had come to rescue him. Arms surrounded the host and lifted him off the unforgiving ground. Red’s body heat soaked into the host as he was held close to his chest.

It concluded that the host’s survival chances just increased manifold. Still, it was too low on power, fighting fever, blood loss and hypothermia. One of the PAK’s panels slid open and a wire snaked itself around Red’s body, requesting access to Red’s own PAK ports. Meeting no resistance, it connected itself and began feeding on Red’s PAK battery.

Red allowed the intrusion. He held Zim’s limp body close as he booted up the Speeder once again, anxious to get them all out of there.

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ok i have a really personal story to share

there's this one guy that i used to be really good friends with in like 2012-2016. he was in my friend group and it was super platonic. but we got drunk at a party and had insane chemistry, that i've never ever felt with anyone else literally ever before and probably never will again. like the tension was crazyyyy. we were talking so close and intimately, but forcing ourselves not to take it anywhere or make any moves at all because i had a boyfriend at the time.

a few weeks later he slept over my boyfriend's house with me (they were super good friends) and one other guy friend all in the same room.

every time nobody was looking at us we would give eachother the deepest most intimate eye contact i've ever felt, he made my heart rush like nothing else.

still, we would force ourselves not to take it anywhere as it was so wrong in so many ways.

when we would talk it was almost like we understood each other perfectly like we had such an insane emotional connection and mutual trust.

i was suddenly SO attracted to him after years of friendship.

the night of the sleepover we tried acting normal and were participating in hanging with the whole group. when it came time to go to sleep i was wearing a big t- shirt and underwear. he was sat in a chair and i was laying down on a futon facing him. i opened my legs a bit and he just stared. then he looked me in the eyes. we said nothing.

a little while goes by and he invites me to his house for a party that he and his roommates were throwing. at this point i really had a crush on him. but we had never ever mentioned it. i went to his house that night and i was trembling in nervousness. he invited me in and we sat down on the couch next to each other while everyone was in the living room. he gave me a cup full of flavored vodka and he had one too. we sat really close. our legs were touching. as we continued to talk really closely and drink more and more, i touched his leg through the rips in his skinny jeans.

he looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. he told me his heart was racing really fast and he was really nervous. i told him i was too.

we were being a little intimate just in proximity and he invited me to come to his room to talk more privately. the vodka started hitting heavy.

i followed him up to his room and we sat on the floor across from each other.

he told me that he has a huge crush on me and that i make him feel really really nervous but he knows its so wrong. i told him i felt the same way and i was trying really hard to not take it too far, holding back my words and actions. i told him i would not cheat, and he agreed i shouldn't.

we both at this point were really drunk. we talked and talked and confessed more from the alcohol.

we somehow were getting closer to each other sitting across from one another on the floor.

there was a moment were we were whispering and began breaking boundries a little. little touches on each other's legs while talking, then rubbing thighs. i was really, really desperate in his touch. and both really drunk.

i moved a little bit more toward him and was straddling him on the floor. we were talking as i sat facing him on his lap. our faces were so close.

he told me he wants to kiss me badly but he wont. i said i really want to kiss him too but i know i can't. the boundries were pushed a little more and my face was in the nape of his neck. i lightly kissed his cheek. then a few more times, around his face. i pulled back and we looked at each other. he said "you..can't..." we were staring at each other's lips.

i was so drunk. i felt more tension then i felt i could hold back from anymore. i needed him, just a little. i leaned in and kissed him right there.

we kissed a lot. our tongues explored one another and there was a lot of feeling with hands over my thighs and waist.

it was too late. we'd already gone there.

so that's as far as i told myself it can go. kisses. lots of kisses.

he lead me to his bed and we layed and i kissed him, everywhere, all over his neck and chest, and face and our tongues brushed and we kept kissing and feeling on top of clothes. i kissed his ears and his neck and he would whimper.

this made me very, very wet.

the alcohol was hitting me even stronger and i told him i was getting really wet down there.

he asked if he could feel. i said "no". and we continued kissing. his kisses were so soft and gentle, more than anyones i've ever felt.

he told me he is really good with his fingers. he asked please if he could touch just for a quick second. i hesitantly said okay.

he pulled down my pants and my underwear aside and climbed on top of me. he gently flicked my clit with his fingers and shoved two fingers inside me. i had never been this wet, it was soaking and all messy.

he forcefully pounded into me with his fingers while gently kissing my lips. i was moaning uncontrollably, and cumming on his fingers instantly.

it was so intense. he licked his fingers. he said i taste amazing and he wants to get a better taste. i said no and he again said please and that it didnt have to go farther than that.

i was already so dazed from cumming and so drunk. i held the back of his head as his tongue lightly lapped at my clit while his fingers went back inside me, curling as he pumped them. i was cumming on his tongue and so sticky and wet. his tongue was so gentle and he gave my clit little kisses. i came over and over.

i was shaking. he asked if i wanted to see his cock. he told me it was big. i felt it over his pants and it was rock hard and huge.

i said i can't. i really shouldn't. but again, the alcohol made me very honest. i said i wanted to badly.

he told me i dont have to touch it, he just wants me to see.

he pulled down his pants and his cock was absolutely perfect. so big and thick and pretty. i wanted to use it so so so fucking much.

but i knew this was the line that couldnt be crossed. i felt that if i were to suck it it would be a form of sex on my part. i knew that was too far.

i stared at it and it was jumping and leaking. i looked up at him. i gave it one kiss on his cock head. then i told him, i really cannot go that far as much as i want to so, so badly.

we continued kissing and i gave him hickeys all over his body. i slept in his bed.

the next day i went home early in the morning. no one ever found out.

its a long story but things ended very badly.

we talked a few times after it ended but i felt as though i made things weird and it couldnt work again.

i saw him at a funeral randomly once years later. i didn't expect it.

he looked so good. i thought of him a lot.

i still think of him often. i wish things didnt end the way it did.

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Body Say | Jeong Jaehyun

Summary: Jaehyun didn't know that teasing his girlfriend at dinner would lead to the following events that night. Warnings: Minors, do not interact! +18, cowgirl, unprotected sex, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), teasing, language. Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader Word count: 2.7k

Y/N's back hit the wall at the end of the corridor, her eyes closed as she felt her neck being attacked, her senses heightened by the sensation, her fingers, trembling, reaching for the knob that would let them in her room, but there was so much going on, so much need within her that she couldn't comprehend what she was supposed to do. With a chuckle, Jaehyun pulled away from her skin, nibbling on it before letting go with a popping sound.

"You need any help?" his chuckle reverberated through his chest, sending vibrations through her body due to their proximity, her breath panting as she looked into his eyes, darker than they usually were, swimming in lust. He was on the same page as she was.

Shaking her head trying to conjure some sober thoughts, the girl turned in his embrace, her back now pressed against his chest as she finally found the metal knob, twisting it rather forcefully, trying to pry open the wooden door that would finally lead them to safety, but, once again, it proved to be ineffective since Jaehyun had found the need to sneak his hand down the waistband of her shorts, brushing slightly over her covered core, teasingly.

Y/N hissed and shook her head. She was not in the mood for that kind of foreplay. She needed him and she needed him fully. Jaehyun had been much of a dick enough to take her to the edge far too many times during dinner.

The lock finally jiggled, the door opening without a ceremony, their hurried steps leading them into the room before Jaehyuncould shut it close, pushing Y/N against it one more time, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss, forcing against her, a small gasp leaving her which only added to the fuel he had within him, his tongue slipping past her parted lips, exploring every little corner of her mouth, dancing over her own muscle before slithering back, teasingly.

“You’re such an ass,” she mumbled, her teeth grazing his lips, pulling them towards her in an almost savage way, a small groan coming from the man standing in front of her. “Always teasing me,” she pulled away, her hands splaying over his chest, running up and down his toned torso. “Think I’m gonna have to play with you for a little bit.”

Before he could protest anything, Y/N summoned the will to push him away from her, the back of his knee hitting the end of her bed, making him fall ungracefully back, his upper body shooting up, suspended by his elbows, as he watched the beauty in front of him, his chest heaving in small pants, his tongue running over his lips, smoothing the soft indentations her teeth had left. He had never seen her acting that way and he couldn’t say he didn’t approve it.

Jaehyun watched, entranced, as his girlfriend finally snapped at his early actions, her eyes drowning in desire, her face heated in lust. He could see the way she clenched her legs tight, her trembling fingers trying to unbuckle his belt, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she got rid of the offending piece of clothing tauntingly, her eyes burning into his, watching in anticipation for the moment he would tell her to hurry up. But he just squirmed under her touch, her hands grazing his thighs, nails scratching the pale skin slowly, red trails following her fingers as she took her time to make him groan in annoyance at her pace.

Y/N bit her lower lip, the sight under her making her core ache and a powerful tremble to rock over her body. She couldn’t understand how that man had the power to make her feel that way when all he did was stare at her, his brown eyes piercing into hers, watching her every move without a single side glance, his elbows still supporting his body, seeing her do what she wanted with him. He had never been this submissive before. She had never been this dominant. They were treading unknown waters, and both were too lost in the desire to put their minds into it.

Slowly, but surely, she ran her hands back up his waist, finding the band of his boxers and snapping it, a low hiss coming from the boy and a dark chuckle to leave her mouth. She was enjoying it too much. Her hands ghosted over the boner he sported now, her face coming closer to the area he wanted her the most to, her breath fanning over him. If he could only just say something to make her strip that stupid t-shirt she was wearing…

He knew she wasn’t wearing any bra under it. He knew, the moment the shirt was gone, he would be graced the view of her perky breasts and there was nothing more than he wanted than to have them wrapped around his cock at that moment.

But Y/N had other plans. Had it been any other night, she would be more than likely to comply to anything he wanted, but this time… this time she wanted to have her fun with him. To see him writhe under her. And with that determination, she pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free from its confines, happily slapping against his lower abs, glistening in pre-cum.

Humming appreciatively, Y/N drummed her fingers over his erection, the feeling of her expert hands sending chills over his body, his head falling back as a deaf moan vibrated in his throat.

“Fuck,” the low, strained voice that came from him amused her. There was nothing sexier than a man surrendering himself into desire and she felt a whole new wave of excitement to flood through her. She was the cause of it.

Without thinking twice, Y/N launched herself forward, her small hands gracefully wrapping themselves around his cock in a firm grip, her thumb smearing over the pre-cum, lubricating the member before she could jerk her hands up and down in an agonizingly slow pace, her focus turned to his face, seeing his arms surrender under him, his back hitting the mattress, his eyes closed. The soft whimpers and groans coming from Jaehyun were of great help to accelerate her pace, one of her hands now cupping his balls, his brows furrowing.

But before he could get too happy with it, the strokes stopped, her hands leaving his body. Jaehyun’ eyes shot open, in a trance and hazed as he stared at her, his whole body screaming at her to keep going, but all he found was a sly smile plastered on her lips, her hands coming in aid as she positioned herself better in the bed, her face lowering, even more, making him fall back against the soft surface once again, completely at her mercy.

Without much of a thought, Y/N lips wrapped around his tip, her tongue smoothing over the head, lapping at the small droplets that sipped from his slit, delighting in the fact that he was getting harder, if that was possible, because of her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, going deeper each time, fighting back the gag reflex that only him had been able to trigger.

She could feel his shaky fingers intertwine in her hair, pulling it into a ponytail, the curtain no longer shielding him from the vision, his hips bucking up to meet her movements. It was almost possible to feel his blood running through his body, rushing faster and faster until it was about to explode. She could feel his legs starting to shake, his breath to get heavier, his fingers to lose strength. She knew he was close, so close that one more suck and he would be done. She could feel him about to cum, the tip of his cock ready to spurt out his load.

And that was when her movements stopped once more, his groan of annoyance reaching her ears again, much to her contentment.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, right?” She laughed, her eyebrows shooting up, small beads of sweat now present on his forehead as he watched her have her fun, his eyes glazed, trying to hold on to the orgasm he knew he was losing. “No, babe, you only get to cum when I tell you to,” she mumbled, her body hovering over his, her mouth close to his ear, nibbling his earlobe before biting the skin under it. “And only then.”

Jaehyun gulped, her newfound dominant side showing him how things could change in their relationship and he liked it. He couldn’t wait to see more of it, to see everything she was capable of doing to him. He wanted to be at her mercy, he wanted to surrender to her, he wanted to make her feel like she could do anything, because she could.

Tentatively, the boy reached out for her, his hands sneaking under her t-shirt, fingertips dipping in the skin, running up and down her stomach, up to where the hem of her bra should be, his thumb brushing over her nipples, a jolt of electricity running through her. For a second, he saw all her confidence shake, her eyes betraying her for a fraction of a second. At that moment, he saw her on the verge of pushing it all aside and letting him have way with her, but just as it showed, it was gone.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, her hands gripping the edge of her t-shirt before pulling it over her head, tossing the fabric carelessly to the ground, watching Jaehyun’ hungry eyes race over her body, his hands still gripping her sides before sliding the buttons of her shorts, fighting against it in his hurry. With a small smile, her hands smoothed over his, helping him undo the button before leaning forward, letting him take it off her body.

Her clothed core came into contact with his cock, the feeling of his member pressing against her clit making a soft moan to come out of her mouth, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to get some friction to get rid of the burning sensation she had been living with ever since they walked out of the diner.

“As much as I love this new you,” Jaehyun croaked, his voice hoarse. “I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be able to hold back.”

Smirking, the girl rocked her hips on his a few more times, watching attentively as he closed his eyes and swore under his breath, the sweat intensifying on his forehead.

“You’re lucky you teased me way too much, Jeong,” she mumbled, her finger hooking on the sides of her panties and pushing it down her legs, her exposed pussy now in full contact with his cock, her own arousal coating him. “You ready, big guy?”

It was purely rhetorical, of course. Y/N reached between them, aligning his cock with her entrance before sliding down, slowly feeling herself being stretched by him, his girth filling her to the brim, her eyes closing at the feeling and mouth opening in a perfect ‘o’ shape. She stilled for a few seconds, getting used to him being inside of her. It wasn’t their first time, but she hadn’t grown used to the feeling yet. Jaehyun could come out as a shy and quiet guy, but the pack he hid under those jeans knew how to be handled and the shyness would be suppressed by this other side of him.

Y/N shook her head, her eyes snapping open, the need to feel him moving inside of her awakening.

Placing her hands on his chest, Y/N slowly rocked her hips against his, his cock sliding out until it is about to leave before sliding back in fully. A moan ripped through the air as she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her.

Jaehyun’s own moan followed, watching her body moving, his hands on her hips, guiding her. Y/N’s hand reached out for his, running it over her body before covering her breast with it, her pace picking up, moving in shorter and faster rocks, her head falling back, the moans becoming louder.

“Fuck!” she cried slightly, not a care in the world if anyone in the complex she lived in would be able to hear them.

The feeling of Jaehyun growing inside of her intensified. Her shaky hands grabbed his again, dragging it all the way down to her clit, edging her on, adding more pleasure to what she is feeling.

It was a new thing for them. She had never been so daring, so confident and vocal. There always the possibility of them being, somehow, getting caught, but this time, no one cared about it, their bodies responding only to one another, their breaths mingling in the heavy air, the sweat on their bodies making their skin slick, hands running all over, curses falling out.

Jaehyun's hips lift up, thrusting up into her, the sound of his balls slapping against her skin cutting through the air, his eyes focusing on her bouncing breasts, his tongue poking out to wet his lips at the sight of it, a newfound strength reaching him, the man coming to a sitting position, his head dipping as his mouth found her nipples, sucking on it vehemently.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her toes curling up at his sides, her thoughts less coherent. She wouldn’t last much longer and they both knew it. All the teasing from before finally catching up with her body, a knot forming on her stomach quickly, about to unravel at any time. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” she rasped out, her raggedy breath almost not carrying her voice, her movements slowing down, the pleasure making it harder to focus on it.

A hoarse, free moan of Jaehyun’s found its way out, the sound rippling through the air and resonating through Y/N, her skin raising goosebumps at the sensation he was causing her, the tip of his cock hitting continuously her spot, molesting it with every thrust, making her eyes roll back in its orbs, his hands never stop rubbing at her clit, stimulating her to the breaking point, her walls closing in on him, making it tighter than ever, contracting his member inside of her, milking his upcoming orgasm.

Without an announcement, Y/N head snapped back, a scream ripping out of her throat, her hands shaking and legs closing around him, as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her juices running down her legs and coating Jaehyun’s cock, aiding to the constant rock of their hips, his own orgasm following close after, spurts of white sperm shooting from his tips into her, mixing their juices, their chests heaving, limbs frail, sight spotted.

Slowly lying back into the bed, Jaehyun wrapped his arms around the tired girl on top of him, her heavy arms falling at her sides, lifeless. Her eyelids fluttered open for a brief second, exhaustion embed all over her.

“Shit,” she mumbled, a small spasm going through her body as she felt Jaehyun sliding out of her, a smile on her lips.

“You tell me,” he chuckled lowly, his tongue running over his chapped lips, his fingers running over her naked back in a soothing way, lulling her into a slumber.

“It wasn’t weird, was it?” Y/N whispered, her eyes finally opening, her chin digging into the skin of his chest giving her the opportunity to look at his glowing face.

“What?” He scoffed. “Where did you get that from? It was so hot... You’re so hot.”

Y/N bit her lower lip, her eyes casting down and finding his naked torso, her hand slowly, but surely, tracing the skin carefully, before her lips took over, depositing a chaste kiss on it.

It was at times like these, the pure bliss that came afterward, that everything seemed so far away from them. It was like there was only Jaehyun and Y/N in the world and nothing else.

And it was exactly then, lying comfortably next to each other, with the rapid, muffled thump of their heartbeats, they knew exactly what their bodies were trying to say.

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boom-bakugou · 4 years

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Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

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-Bakugou normally isn’t one to instigate cockwarming

-It’ll normally be when you’re needy and he’s doing something like paperwork for his hero agency and isn’t saying much but you can tell he’s tired and won’t exactly want to fool around

-But as soon as he realises how wet you are and how much you’re begging for him to touch you he can’t say no to his pretty baby all riled up

“Just come sit here for one second you shitty woman.” He grumbles, pushing his desk chair back ever so slightly after your insistent whining for him to pay attention to you.

He turns the spinning chair to you, his lap open wide and ready for you to sit on to which you happily oblige, sitting your butt down on his crotch for him to just grab your waist tightly.

“Not like that.” Within a brief spin you’re sitting with your chest to his, legs straddling his own as he tucks his chair back under the desk.

“Katsu- come on please.” You whimper, grinding your sopping core against his jeans where you can feel his cock hardening beneath you. With a short ‘hrmph’ you feel his hands slip between the two of you so he can pull his cock out in the open. You grind yourself on his thigh for a few moments as he fists his member at the feeling of you against him.

“Come on then needy girl, slide on my cock.” The smirk on his face is devilish and you slide down your panties from beneath your oversized shirt (which was one of his, just so you could tease him further. You knew how much he loved you in his shirts).

Moaning slowly as you move down his cock for the stimulation of feeling full, you begin to buck your hips against his once you’re down to his hilt- before he grabs your waist tightly; enough to leave spots of bruises.

“Now sit there and be a good fuckin’ girl.” He slides his arms past you, looking over your shoulder as he tries to continue his work despite the feeling of your fleshy walls around him almost made him want to fuck your brains out on his desk right then and there.

“You can’t do this.” You snivel into his shoulder, every small movement you made to try and get yourself off effortless against his iron grip on your side.

“Well baby, good girls don’t beg unless told to.” He makes his point by pulling you up ever so slightly and thrusting into you with a force that makes you crackle out a moan. “And even good-er girls do what they’re fuckin’ told, you got that shitty woman?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now be quiet or you’re gonna’ regret it princess.”

-Kirishima after sex loves to cockwarm you

-He’s just so tired and loves the warm feeling of being inside you and it makes after sex cuddles just more intimate

“Where do you want me to cum sweetheart? Fuck you’re so fucking tight baby girl.” Kirishima croaks out into your ear, riding out the rest of your orgasm as he chased his.

“M’inside of me Eiji.” You practically drool at the feeling of him convulsing inside of you, gripping onto his flattened hair practically setting him off edge at the stimulation.

After catching his breath, Kirishima’s arms wobble around you from keeping himself pried up above you. You can feel the hot spurts of cum dribble from inside of you and as Kirishima is fully finished, he pulls you against him as he lies down with his cock still firmly inside of you.

“Kiri-“ You whine at the feeling of being so full. You don’t know how much you can take after having so many orgasms pulled out of you. Your clit was so overstimulated and your body was shaking from it but Kirishima held you tightly enough for it to simmer down.

“Come on baby just 5 more minutes.” His mumbles were so sleepy, it was probably going to be way more than 5 minutes. “You just feel so nice around me, like you were made for me princess.”

He presses kisses all over your face, making sure not to miss a single inch before you settled snugly into his chest.

“So beautiful.” Kirishima whispers, moving his hips ever so slightly to nestle into you further. “My fucking beautiful girl huh?”

His toothy grin is enough to make you giggle, his hands slide down your sweat covered bodies to grab your ass tightly. The action makes him twitch inside of you slightly and you gasp at the sudden explicitness of his actions.

“You sure you couldn’t go for a round two baby?”

“I… wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

-Sero loves sleepy cockwarming

-he’s too tired in the morning to fuck you but you’re both hot and bothered but neither of you fully want to be athletic so early; this is your compromise

“Whatchu doing sweetness?” Sero blinks a couple times as you palm him through his boxers, a sleepy grin on your face. “What? You want me inside of you baby?”

You nod slowly, the tiredness in your eyes making your blinks last longer but down below you felt like you could melt. All you wanted was for him to be inside of you so badly.

“C’mere then love.” His morning voice is so croaky as you slide up his torso. He flips you so you’re lying next to him, one leg draped over his waist as he shuffles your pyjamas down your legs before following suit with his own boxers. He pushes his fingers against your folds, gathering slick before teasing against your entrance which makes you buck your hips into his palm.

“So needy aren’t we?” Sero smirks to then press a kiss onto your forehead. He rests his hands to your lower back as he pulls your hips closer to his before slowly sliding himself into you before completely bottoming out “Shit- you’re so warm.”

You happily hum at the feeling of him inside you, the pressure making you roll your hips slightly against him which allowed his cock to move into you more comfortably; in turn hitting your g-spot nicely.

The two of you spent a few more moments lazily grinding against one another before the two of you lost interest in getting each other off and more about you both being so close and whole with one another.

“D’ya want me to pull out of you pretty girl?” Sero slightly cleared his throat to get rid of it’s morning rasp, just as he began to pull away you placed your hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving any further. You curled closer into his chest, letting his arms wrap around you to nestle in together.

“Leave it.” You mumble against his bare chest, barely enough for him to hear you but he easily picked it up due to the proximity of you both. “S’Keepin us warm.”

“Okay pretty girl.” Sero plants a kiss to your hair line, feigning back a yawn. “I’ll keep you warm.”

-DABI ooft that man will use it as a punishment baby

-this is one of his more tame punishments because he can get sadistic, it just depends on how mouthy you’ve been with him that day

“You little slut.” Dabi hisses through his teeth, a warm spank against your ass acting as the punctuation of his words. You’d forgotten how many you’d received but you couldn’t say it wasn’t making you feel so fucking turned on.

“You think you deserve my cock huh?” Another slap to your other ass cheek. “Tell me doll, do you think you fucking deserve it?”

“Yes sir- please I’ll be good.” You whinge, head too dizzy to keep it up after being laid over his lap for god knows how long. You had no effort anymore to keep up the bratty act, all you wanted to do was cum.

“There’s my good whore.” He chuckles, helping you sit up before lying you back down on your shared bed. Hissing when your ass touches the sheets from the sheer amount of beating it had just received. You were just glad to finally get off his lap.

Dabi slid his jeans off, before laying down next to you. Pumping his cock a few times before encouraging you to get on top of him. He smirks at your tired expression as you begin to straddle him sliding down onto his shaft slowly.

You begin to use your bruised thighs to lift yourself up but Dabi ultimately pushes you back down, his other hand reaching for his phone. You look at him with confusion as you try to wiggle around him for any sort of stimulation. You felt like you were on fire with how much you wanted him to just fuck your brains out.

“Nuh uh doll. You’re getting this cock just like you wanted.” He lets out a low laugh, watching as the realisation sets in on your face. “Shame that bratty fucking mouth of yours had to ruin it. How’ds’it feel to be so full of my cock hm?”

You swore you could have screamed as you lay against his chest, one arm behind his head as the other scrolled mindlessly on his device, not even touching you.

“Please sir- I’ll be so good for you, just touch me a little.” With no warning Dabi slams back up into your hips and you let out a lewd moan at the friction inside of you.

“Each time you fucking squirm or complain I’m gonna make it longer. Now shut that whore mouth of yours up or you will regret it.”

-Hawks lives for cockwarming… why?

-because this mans breeding kink is off the scale!!!

-loves cockwarming literally after every time you have sex when you’re trying for kids he fucking loves the feeling of just being left inside of you.

“Fuck baby bird you feel so fucking good around my cock.” Hawks’ shuddering moans mixed with your own filled the room with explicit ecstasy. “M’gonna fill you up with so much cum baby, you want that huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes Hawks fuck- please m’need it so bad.” You weep at the feeling of his balls slapping against you harshly. It only spurred him on to cum so deep inside of you.

“Fuck. This cunt was made for me babe.” Hawks bit his tongue at the feeling of you tightening around him, threatening to reach your high also. “I’m gonna ruin that pretty pussy with my cum you got that?”

You moaned at his lewd words, babbling out ‘yeses’ and anything else that was in any way affirmative to getting you any closer to euphoria, Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle at your state.

“Look at my baby bird.” He pulls out far and plunges deep into you, hitting just the right spot. “I love it when you get so needy you turn dumb baby, fuck you stupid because all you want is my cum, yeah?”

With his filthy words you let out a raspy moan as you came undone around his cock. It only took a few more thrusts before he too climaxed inside of you, fucking his cum right back into your entrance. Pulling you into him with his wings as added leverage he pulled you to lay next to him, cock still firmly thrusted into you.

“Keigo aren’t you going to-“

“Come on baby bird, you know the rules.” He kissed your forehead, using little feathers to pull the hair back from your face ever so gently so he could look into your eyes. “Gonna keep my cock nice and warm inside of you to fuck my cum into you huh? Ain’t that right?’

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k-dokja · 2 years

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hii! can you write something for taehoon?? the plot is up to you (if you don't want to its okay!) have a great day btw <3

You knew Taehoon had a thing for you. Not that he didn’t succeed in repressing what tender emotions exist in the axis of his brain whenever he was around you. No, it was bigger than that. You were the only one Taehoon could call a friend for a long while, back even before everything happened with Dowon.

Which was probably the reason why he won’t spit it out.

For a while, you didn’t mind. Not really. Being friends with Taehoon was enough. Upsetting the balance because you wanted to kiss him sounded ridiculous. If you enjoyed his company, then that should be for the best that neither of you said anything which would make everything awkward.

“Go out with me.”

But apparently, Taehoon disagreed.

When the demand popped out, you nearly dropped the ice cream you previously acquired from the vendor. The shook kept you reeling for long enough that your ice cream began to melt while you continued to stare dubiously at Taehoon.

He remained nonchalant, however. His expression stayed passive. Like he didn’t drop an entire nuclear on you. You nearly wanted to throw your ice cream at his head to make a point.

What you did instead was saving the trail of melted ice cream before it reached your skin. You continued to eat until you no longer had to worry about the potential of dirty hand. It was then that you turned to him, once again, with widened eyes.

“Have you finally lost your mind?”

Taehoon snorted. His own ice cream was finished while you ate yours. “Don’t pretend you didn’t notice that I like you, you’re more perceptive than that.”

“Is that why you decided to come clean? Because you know I know?” You frowned in an attempt to chase his logic but came up short.

“Save us the trouble.” Taehoon replied. “Come on now, it’s not like you don’t like me back.”

He was… far from wrong but you didn’t like it when Taehoon was smug. It was annoying in every perceivable ways and he didn’t need help getting more annoying.

You turned your nose up at him, unwilling to accept this defeat. “Presumptuous.”

“Denial.” He replied with a drawl. It was only when he turned to you then that you realized the close proximity you were left in with your action.

What Taehoon did next left you flummoxed. He didn’t do much. Not really. But he glanced down at your lips then returned to maintain eye contact with you. Somehow, that shifted your legs into jelly and your thoughts evaporated.

You wanted to do something. Anything to prove him wrong. Yet, all of a sudden, your brain overloaded under the intensity of the heat in his eyes. You turned on your heels, ready to leave.

But Taehoon had other ideas.

The grasp he had on your arm was gentle but enough to pull you back to him. He carried that easygoing condescension that you had associated with him again. The one that belonged to the type who got what he wanted too many times for any failure to be an anomaly.

You almost did something to prove him wrong. Only to be contrary, that was.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

You sniffed. “I thought that was a demand.”

Taehoon snickered. “Have I ever succeeded in goading you to do something you don’t want to do?”

As much truth as that carried, you couldn’t help but doing a final act of rebellion. “Friday, 7PM. Wait at the front of my house.”

Your sudden change of direction left him unbalanced. That was all you needed. “Where are we heading?” was the only question he managed to ask before you shook your arm out of his hold.

“Figure it out.” You shrugged and took off before Taehoon could recover. The hammering of your heart in your chest proved how nervous you were in that entire stunt you just pulled, but there was no denying that it left him reeling too.

Whether if this was a mistake or not, you couldn’t have known yet… but at least, with Taehoon, you knew it was shaping up to be an experience.

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thepremedthatwrites · 3 years

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Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours.

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered.

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend.

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years.

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving.

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis.

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever.

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile.

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary.

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you.

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms.

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly.

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move.

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face.

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear.

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work.

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 & 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 ☆ 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

∘ request:

goddamn your writing is so good 🥵 any chance you’d be able to write something with sapnap where you’re both at a party and know each other through friends but not well and you’re both a bit tipsy and he just can’t control himself and drags you into a bathroom? kinda fluffy where there’s lots of kissing but also desperate and accidentally rough (because the idea of someone wanting me so much that they lose control is a major thing of mine)

∘ pairing: sapnap x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+), party scene, drinking, crude language

∘ links: ao3

∘ word count: ~2000

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! I literally have the exact same thing so i think we’re soulmates or something. I hope you enjoy!

For the duration of the day, you’d been waiting for this moment. Your hair tangling amongst itself as you danced to the music with a group of your friends was almost a baptism for you. No longer were you restricted into your business casual attire and socially acceptable behavior. Now you were free to forget your name and responsibilities as mashups of different genres of heavily bass boosted music pulsed in your ears.

The large house was swelling with people, melding together as if their lives depended on the superficial human connection the beat could bring them. Many of them you recognized from some of your lectures; it had been a day where your classmates had planned a party for someone’s birthday. You hated to admit it, but you didn’t know or care whose party it was, you were just happy to have an excuse not to study.

You’d already lost one of your rings and your clothes were sticking to your body from the layer of sweat glistening against your skin, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. As cliché as it sounded, going to random college parties had equated to your own kind of religion. These senseless addresses were homes to a different kind of worship, but one you had quickly become devoted to. The smell of another girl’s perfume rubbing off on you and the nameless identity of the boy that offered you hard liquor were your new sacraments.

As the song died out, beginning a new string of beats to thunder around the room, you found yourself out of breath. You gestured to your friends that you were refilling your drink, but really you were in search of air that was a bit fresher. You wove through the heavy crowd, ending up in the kitchen and beelining for the fridge. There was a small group of boys standing around the keg, one of them filling his cup as they discussed something a few of them were getting heated about.

You tucked a cold water bottle against your side and grabbed a clean solo cup. As you got closer, you would hear what they were talking about. “I don’t know how you don’t remember that. It was like a big thing a few years ago?” One of them grumbled as his eyes narrowed at the liquid streaming into his cup.

“Sorry, Nick. I forgot they were selling kids on eBay. I honestly don’t see-” They continued on into overlapping ramblings that you couldn’t help but laugh at. One of them, that had been referred to as Nick, looked almost too familiar to you. Yet as you stood there, you couldn’t remember even if your life depended on it.

Nick’s eyes drifted to you as if just realizing you were standing there. “Sorry, do you refill?” He asked, mustering a somewhat shy smile. You snapped out of your train of thought, handing your cup to him.

“I didn’t mean to seem like a creepy, sorry,” you stated, sending him an awkward laugh. His lips parted in a smile. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, probably just from the weather earlier in the day. You weren’t sure if it was your slight buzz or the close proximity, but God, he looked good to you.

“No, I was hogging. It was my bad,” he answered. You brushed your hair off of your warm forehead and he looked up at you from what he was doing, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I think I know you from somewhere,” he mumbled before something clicked behind his eyes as he handed you your cup back. “Oh, you’re Clay’s friend, right? I’m his roommate, Nick.” At his words, your brain clouded with embarrassment as memories of him finally fled your brain.

You smirked slightly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look…” You paused for a second. Where were you going with this statement? Hotter? “Grown-up,” you wheezed, making him chuckle again. “- I mean, since freshman year English, I guess.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, attempting not to grin wider. “Yeah, you look… grown-up too,” he offered, sending you a slight smirk. “It’s weird how close you and Dream are and I never see you around anymore,” he continued.

You chuckled a bit, wetting your lips. “Yeah, I told Clay I had a crush on you and he kicked me out,” you joshed, making him laugh. For as quiet as you remembered him being, you were shocked he was engaging with you in the way he was. Maybe it was just the atmosphere and the alcohol that had him loosened up. Whatever it was, you found yourself partnering with him in beer pong and spending most of the night at each other's side.

You sat closely to him on a couch in one of the several living rooms, your heads set close together as you listened to what he was saying over the music. “Hey, you too found each other,” a deep voice bounded, making you jump slightly, almost spilling your drink on Nick. Clay plopped down on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your section of couch to tug on Nick’s ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nick was a stud now?” you joked, slightly cringing about how bold you sounded. Nick chuckled at your words, swatting Clay’s hand away from him and taking another sip from his cup.

Clay setted further into the spot beside you. “You guys wanna play ‘suck and blow’?” He stated, more to the group of people around you guys. You furrowed your brows at him, almost wanting to roll your eyes at Clay’s blatant mission to set you and Nick up together. But who were you to avoid his attempts.

The card was passed successfully around the group, until it got to Clay, whose breath you could practically feel on the other side of the thick paper. You turned to give it to Nick but dropped it at the last second, making his lips press against yours. It was almost like he was expecting it because he was utterly calm at your action, nearing leaning in on his own accord. There were cat-calling noises made from the group as the kiss ended briefly. “Ope, looks like you guys are gonna have to leave the circle,” Clay stated with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. You were thankful that you had turned towards Clay enough that Nick couldn’t see your jokingly scornful look.

“Well, that’s just too bad. We were so good at this,” Nick chided as the two of you stood to leave. You ruffled Clay’s hair as the two of you left, following Nick into another room. “Would you want to… go somewhere quiet?” Nick asked, his eyes flashing to yours. Your eyebrow perked in his direction before you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.

You found yourself in the bathroom, Nick's hands settling on your hips as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a sharp moan as he ground his hips against yours, yearning for more friction. Your fingers dug into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry for your taste. His breath was like a drug for you as he groaned into your mouth, moving against you.

His lips left your mouth but only to caress your jaw before settling against your neck, sucking on the skin with a slight sting. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to you before wrapping a leg around him, begging him to go further with you. He chuckled at your neediness, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He tugged the strap of your dress down your arm, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin, grinding against you. The taste of cheap beer passed between the two of you.

One of his hands slipped beneath your dress to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against his jeans, encouraging you to ride his thigh. "I want you," he moaned unevenly in your ear, sending heat straight to your core. You wanted him to completely ruin you, to show you what was hiding beneath the surface of his reserved nice guy barrier.

You answered his words by attending to his zipper, slipping your hands into his jeans and stroking him against his boxers. A moan broke through his teeth, his lips crashing against yours as you egged him on. His erection grew stronger with each of your movements. You could tell he was becoming desperate to ravage you with each of his restrained breaths.

Your teeth dug into his bottom lip, your fingers pushing his pants to the ground as he pressed himself against you. He pushed your underwear aside, answering your silent pleas. Pressing his lips against your neck again, he drove himself into you, earning a blissed out moan from you. A breath of pleasure and relief escaped his chest at the feeling of you instantly tightening around him.

He thrusted into you, as if testing the waters as you moaned his name against his skin. One of your arms tightened around his shoulder as he held you in place, setting his pace. The mix of alcohol and pleasure you were feeling with each snap of his hips was sending your head reeling. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin. You moaned against his lips, sending him to speed up his movements. A sense of roughness came out in him as he pounded into you harder, and you were eating it up. You fingers dug into his hair, pulling tightly to earn a groan from him.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, raking against his back, urging him to use you like a flashlight. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, voice husky with some type of forced restraint as if he wouldn't let it come out evenly. You tightened around him, moving in what little space he'd given you to grind against him.

With that, he began to thrust into you harder, as if he was finally giving into whatever he was attempting to hold back. His teeth dug into your shoulder with each pulsing movement, driving himself deeper into you. Ungodly moans left your lips, only confirming his actions as he hungrily chased his high, dragging you with him.

His paces became less rhythmic and more sloppy as he gripped onto you, your fingers digging into his skin as you felt your orgasm was just within reach. You tightened your leg around him, your head swimming as he began to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. With a nearly choked out moan of his name, your body flushed with relief, your climax ripping through you. Nick succumbed to his own as if he'd been waiting for you, the two of you leaning against each other for support as you rode out your highs.

After you caught your breath, you reapplied a layer of lipstick, eyeing Nick through the reflection of the mirror as he stood behind you, straightened his clothes. "Let's not tell Clay about this, purely because he'll make it weird," you stated, turning and evening out his hoodie strings.

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, I agree completely. Don't tell Clay." His sly smirk nearly drew you in as you pressed your lips against his again, a promise that you'd definitely be seeing each other again.

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Okay but fr

Im Rambos’ overprotective, questionable, violent(not towards him) and haunted s/o who makes him candles and teaches him to quilt.

And he can come pet my cows to relax, and if anyone says shit to him all they see is a big metal agender bastard coming to fuck them up…

Idk…just feel he needs a tired, metal, badass s/o who’s only soft spot is for him and they show him the good things in life again

Bruh i want to be this for him too!😭😭❤

Gladly.

John Rambo (Last Blood) x reader

Warnings: mention of war, mention of PTSD, probably inaccurate farm related shit, bad language

Masterlist

"Hey, John? You got a minute?" (Y/n)'s voice startles the veteran as they poke their head around the door, an expression of barely contained excitement on their face.

Looking up in surprise, John stops his movements before he accidentally sticks himself with the needle in his hands, putting the bundle of fabric down in his lap.

"Yeah. What do you need?" He rumbles, frowning a little, curiosity piqued by their jittery behaviour.

"Wanna help me with the foals? It's their first time outside." They grin, speaking quickly.

John considers the offer, remembering back to his time on his father's ranch, back when he was a kid: the foaling season, or more accurately, the time after had always been his favourite, seeing the young animals exploring the world for the first time. When he was a teen, his father had once let him pick a foal to raise himself, a small buckskin mare with a fiery demeanour that made for some interesting riding. He'd trained her up and had ridden her in many a race, though he's certain now his father had sold her as soon as he had left for the army. Eager to see the sights of his childhood again, John nods in agreement, climbing to his feet with some vigour.

"Yeah, I'll help. Let me just get some boots on." He tells (Y/n), placing his sewing aside and moving to follow them out into the hall.

"Ok, I'll wait for you outside." They reply, turning and leaving through the front door, allowing it to swing slightly behind them.

Swiftly, John pulls on his thick-soled boots, lacing them up tightly before pulling his trousers leg down over the top of them. Years ago, he would've tucked them in, but (Y/n) had once told him that the action would always remind him too much of his old occupation and habits, and that it might be healthier for his head if he tried to breach these second-nature quirks. Shaking his head, he almost smiles at the reminder of the words they'd used to describe it, straightening as he goes to leave through the door, grabbing his battered old Stetson on the way out.

As usual for this part of Arizona, the sun is beaming down onto the ranch, heating every available surface mercilessly. The air is hot and dry, too, but John's used to it by now - the contrast with the thick, humid jungles of Vietnam always helps to calm him, too. He sometimes misses the sweltering heat of Thailand, but he knows now he only ever liked it because it was familiar, and kept him in a mindset he knew he could function under. Now, he's changed.

John makes his way over to (Y/n), who's stood before the smaller barn they've set aside for the foals in their youth, tipping his hat down over his eyes to shield them from the blazing sun. Already, he can hear the muffled whinnys of the young horses, the excited creatures keen to get out and explore properly for the first time. He feels his expression soften a little at the familiar sound, a smile trying to pull at the corner of his lips as he moves in beside (Y/n).

"Come on." They grin, pushing open the door.

Stepping inside, the two are immediately faced with a barrage of happy snorts and neighs, five gangly foals pushing at the gate holding them back. John has seen them before, but hasn't been in such close proximity, leaving (Y/n) to work with them for the most part, given his speciality in the older horses, so he finds himself marvelling at their oddly amusing antics. They're all about the same size, nudging and pushing at each other in their haste to get out.

"How do you wanna do this?" John asks, looking at (Y/n) expectantly, before eyeing the far door, which leads to a small field behind the stable.

"Get a lead on 'em and get them out one by one. It'll be safer than if they all rush forward."

"Ok."

The two move to take up a few leading ropes each, swiftly fashioning slipknot into them to easily but safely close around the foals' necks. As they climb into the pen, the young horses move to nose at their clothes and hands, snorting softly at them. One, a small black-and-white palomino, thrusts his head into John's coat, whinnying gently to him. Unable to help the small smile the plays on his lips, he carefully lifts the foal's head and slips the lead over his neck, tugging it to tighten ever so slightly. Standing, lightly ties the line to a nearby fence post, before repeating the action with two of the others, waiting for (Y/n) to finish up. Once they have, he takes a foal's leash and heads to the far door, which he pushes open and steps through, taking the cheerful horse with him.

As they step outside, the two foals picked first pull at their lines, excited as they try to leave and explore. John is quick to walk on into the field itself, getting halfway before he leans down and gently slips the rope off of the foal's neck. Instantly, she bounds off, gangly legs moving quickly as she rushes to check the area out. It's not long before she's joined by her brother, who also hurries about wildly. Chuckling, John turns his back and moves to repeat his action, the two ranchers soon managing to get all the foals into the field.

Standing back, they watch as the youngsters explore, neighing in curiosity and surprise when they find plants they haven't encountered before, a couple calling out to the stallions in the field over. Laughing amongst themselves, and pointing out a few in particular, John and (Y/n) follow the small palomino from before, who consistently trots up to John to judge against him.

"You know, I think he likes you." (Y/n) laughs, ruffling the foal's mane as he shuffles past.

"I guess so." The veteran smiles and watches as the young horses bounds back over to his friends, turning his gaze on (Y/n) instead.

He can't help the flush of affection he feels for them, eyes roaming over the familiar torn jeans, fading Guns 'n Roses shirt that hangs loosely over their muscular build and the bright grin in place on their face. Suddenly, he feels the urge to say something, so he reaches across and takes their hand in his. Surprised, they look at him, head cocked in that way he loves.

"John?" They ask, turning to him.

Taking a breath, he smiles at them.

"Thank you. For this, for showing me that there is still good in my life." He murmurs, knowing they'll hear him.

It takes them aback, he can tell, but the glowing smile he's rewarded with makes his heart ache for them, itching to take them in his arms and hold them close.

"You didn't need me to find it, I just helped a little. And I'll do it again. Gladly." They reply softly, squeezing his hand before stepping forward and wrapping their arms around him.

Returning the gesture, John melts into the embrace, holding them tightly against him.

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