#i feel bad for both of us. masking fucking sucks
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one thing that i'll never understand is that when like autistic people mask they're not trying to deceive anyone and it's sad they've been forced to mask because of social pressures (obviously) but when people with personality disorders mask they're automatically trying to "manipulate" everyone around them so that they can "abuse" them and "trick" them ??? like what
#i have autism btw this isnt meant to be like an autism hate post#but it's just. like what is the difference#i feel bad for both of us. masking fucking sucks#neurodivergent#neurodivergence#personality disorders#narcissistic personality disorder#npd#borderline personality disorder#bpd#antisocial personality disorder#aspd#histrionic personality disorder#hpd#schizoid personality disorder#spd#paranoid personality disorder#ppd#schizotypal personality disorder#stpd#avoidant personality disorder#avpd#dependent personality disorder#dpd#obsessive compulsive personality disorder#ocpd#cluster b#cluster a#cluster c#cluster b safe
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Make Me Weak
˚✧₊⁎ The Vees ⁎⁺˳✧༚
warnings: violence
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˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• Everything you are she should abhor– and would if it was anyone else— so she doesn’t pretend to understand how you weave into her life so easily. That time is instead spent wondering how the fuck she’s survived both her hellish lives without you
• Velvette always felt she was owed the praise and compliments she got. Receiving them from you was an entirely different type of high to ride. Your candied tone and sickeningly sweet words clung to her like smoke and had her itching for more
• You massage her hands so she has no choice but to surrender her phone, only then does she realize how cramped they’ve become. You sit in her workshop during Hell Week, sending a mellowing wave that relaxes her chaos in the form of a simple thumbs up. You make up for not being on the receiving end of her camera by setting up aesthetic dates for her to capture instead
• Velvette captures your chin, “You put up with a lotta my shit, Dollface. I’m not great at sharing credit, but I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“But I didn’t do anything?”
“You’re my muse, baby. Gimme the word and I can have you on a billboard tonight. Fuck Joanne, the raggetty bitch, I’ll bump her and have you up there for all of Hell to see!”
Your smile falters to a grimace, your eyes telling her what she already knows. Vel doesn’t get why you hate the limelight. This conversation always ends one way and if she hears you say one bad thing about yourself, she’ll tear out her hair. With a sigh, she tucks you back under her arm and kisses the crown of your head
“Fine. I didn’t wanna share you anyways.”
Your light laugh makes her smile again
˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• Val does everything in his power not to allow you to witness one of his volatile moments. He has a very specific image of you in his mind and to a looser extent, you do too. You’re not prim or naive that you don’t know what he does, but his violent tendencies are something else to behold. You’re too sweet, too pure to completely join his world
• It’s never bothered him before, seeing that look on someone’s face. The one where their eyes go wide in horror because they know exactly what comes next but there’s no telling what would happen if the pedestal Val put you on crumbled because you saw him grabbing a whore by the neck and using them as an ashtray
• Truly, no indulgence he’s ever sampled has come close to taking the edge off him like one of your hugs. Softer than angel wings and more intoxicating than any elixir, you’re euphoria trapped in a sinner’s body
• “I almost feel bad for keeping you to myself,” Val purrs in your ear. He’s been laying underneath you for six minutes and already the shittiness of the day evaporated, “I could bottle and sell you. Make everyone in Hell as happy as I am.”
A nervous, bitter laugh escapes you
“You wouldn’t make much money, Val.”
“I would make millions, corazón” He argues seriously, though he has no intention of sharing you
˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚
• The irony is lost on him; someone as soft as you could bring him, an Overlord, to succumb. Below the surface, he’s more insecure than he lets on. He’s perfected the mask of a charming show host, developed it so well that it bleeds into his personality. So much so, that you make him glitch when he gets an inkling of self doubt. Your gentleness makes him weak and it terrifies him, fills him with the urge to push you away but your arms are so inviting that he lets himself be cradled by them. How could he do anything but?
• Rare are the days where he actually feels tired but those are the days he seeks out your affections. To him, you’re safe. You won’t judge him, you don’t pry for details, you’d never tell him to suck it up
• Vox lets himself sink into the couch beside you, tapping your thigh with a claw to invite you to come closer. You never fail to accept and deliver exactly what he needs. It’s bizarre how you know what he needs when he doesn’t himself. Turning to straddle him, you rest your head on his chest and hug him impossibly closer
• “You’re tense today,” You comment quietly, giving him a comforting squeeze.
“Come with me to set for once, you’ll find out why.”
Nuzzling into his chest as if trying to find his nonexistent heartbeat, you replied, “Nah. Sounds like too much of a hassle.”
“Exactly why I need you there.”
“Promise not to bring me on air like you’re always threatening to?”
A dry cackle escapes as he keeps his gaze towards the ceiling. Vox has this fanatical plan that you two could be the power couple of Hell, outranking Lucifer and Lilith (and lasting twice as long) if you would just sit at the same desk as him, deliver news and playful banter that would knock 666 News down a couple thousand pegs. You were worried someone wouldn’t want to see your face, you’d make his ratings plummet, you’d ruin everything he worked so hard to build. He hates when you spiral like that.
“No.” Vox mumbles honestly.
He’d prove you wrong like he’s done everyone else, one way or another
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MINORS DNI 18+
WARNINGS: sexual content | booty calling spider-man :)
PETER PARKER doesn't understand why he keeps letting you do this to him. Over and over again you tell him friendship is all you want, yet at the late hours of the night— since you know he's already up— you ask if he can afford a break. Like an idiot, he swings by. Doesn't even get the chance to take off the suit before you're shoving him down into a seat, straddling him to rub yourself all over his bulge.
"Hey, easy," he tells you, "you're gonna leave a wet spot." To protest you, his gloved hands cup the plush flesh of your backside, lifting you over him. That spider-strength has you weak in the knees, eagerly latching onto his neck over the cloth. A gasp emits from him as he maneuvers his erection from the confines of his suit and you mouth at his pulse point.
"Want- you, Spider. Need you." At the invoke of that nickname, he lulls his head back and you bite onto him in your enthusiasm. A delicious and low groan pours from his throat, from both the sensation and anticipation of being inside you again. Obediently, he lowers you, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock until he feels a give. You suck in a breath to feel that stretch, no one stretches you like Peter does.
"Fuck," he drags out the word, slowly reintroducing you to his every inch. Impatiently, you push down, as if you could ever hope to overpower him. The man has lifted buses. "Wait a second, baby, wait," His fingers dig into your skin, warning you that you're going too quick for your sake.
"I can't wait any longer, you took so long getting here," you whine, burying your nose into the crook of his shoulder. You can smell his sweat through it, the musk of recent exercise, prowling the streets of Manhattan looking for trouble. "Just fuck me already?"
Pete can't believe this is working on him. Yet again bowing to your whims because he's that desperate for your attention, that desperate for your touch. He can't lie, your impetuous begging for him and his dick strokes more than his ego, length twitching while half-seated inside you. "You want it that bad?" his tone betrays his hope.
"Yes! Yes, please, Pete," With your plea, your grip on him inflects with your syllables, rutting your body against him for any kind of friction, while his halt remains infallible. No matter how you wiggle, he won't let you sink further. At first it was to keep you from hurting yourself, now it's because he likes hearing your bargain for him. Those addicting lips glide up to his ear, and he can feel your breath on the shell of it through his mask. "Need my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"You're gonna pull that card? Seriously?" his indignant question is adversely punctuated with a buck up into you and you cry out. It got you fucking wet. It spurs him on, working himself up to a steady pace as he fucks you. He can hear the sounds of the city through the open window, if sirens flew by right now he's not sure he'd have the strength to leave you.
Putty in his hands, your body acts as fluid as he uses it, and you're so grateful you reached out to him. Fucking a superhero is thrilling enough, but fucking Spider-Man has a perk you can't pass up. That spider bite may have gifted an extra couple inches to his cock, but you're more interested in his power to fuck you like a sex toy. Along for the ride, you bounce on him because he's moving you. Like you're nothing. Out of instinct, your lips clumsily find his on the cloth as you brush noses. Your tongue peeks out, the felt drying the tip and his lips shift under your touch.
Breathless and amused, he asks, "Are you trying to french me through the mask again?"
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my heart hurts
breakup hookups hc's feat. alhaitham, thoma, childe, scaramouche
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, angst, modern au!, creampie (thoma), right person wrong time trope (thoma), fingering (alhaitham), wall sex (alhaitham), mutual breakup (alhaitham), cumshot (alhaitham), reader has breasts (scaramouche), boobjob (scaramouche), squirting (scaramouche), cunnilingus (scaramouche), reader broke up with scara via text, jealousy (childe), drunk sex (childe), semi-public sex (childe), scummy ex!childe, unedited
“I put the rest of your stuff in a box near the door. Just knock when you finally get here. Don’t be late.”
You grumbled reading the text before sighing and getting out of your car. Marching up to his door, you dove your hands into your pockets trying to mask the frustration pounding against your chest.
You thought Alhaitham was the one, and you think, he did as well. You were ecstatic to move into his place, your tastes merging together in his own. Despite how smooth you thought it would be, one argument turned into multiple until the strain in your relationship was too bad to ignore. You both agreed to break things off but, you weren’t over him quite yet and that hurt.
As you knocked on the door, and paused hearing heavy footsteps on the other side. The door slowly opened revealing Alhaitham’s tall frame. He was wearing his reading glasses and some leisure attire he only wore around the house. His eyes narrowed toward you, yet there wasn’t any animosity in his eyes.
“Come in,” he murmured to your surprise as he opened the door further. Despite your mind screaming to just ask him for the box and leave, you found yourself stepping inside of your old home seeing the colder energy that the place used to not have.
“Do you want something? Water? Coffee?” he offered. You shook your head yes he grunted. Guiding you to the kitchen. He began to pour your drink, placing it on the table before sitting next to you with his own. The two of you sat in silence, sipping your respective drinks. You could only quirk your eyebrow noticing Alhaitham’s gaze lingered briefly on your lips.
You don’t know how it started, or what possessed either of you to indulge in each other but here you were, in the hallway, bruised lips pressing hard on one another as he ground his hardening cock into your core.
His nails dug into your hips grunting in your ear as his lips connected with your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. One hand snaked itself against the waistband of your pants, sliding itself beneath your panties and cupping your cunt. You gasped, nails harpooning themselves against Alhaitham’s broad back as his fingers sank inside of you—thumb lazily fondling your clit.
Your walls quivered as he scissored his fingers, stretching you out as he slowly pumped. You squirmed in his grip as he grunted with annoyance, hand grasping your waist tighter before you whined. He lifted his fingers up—digits coated with your slick—and popped them in his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue.
He shimmied your pants and underwear down and follow suit, letting his heavy cock slap against his covered abdomen. He lifted your leg up as you call out his name in shock, sliding his cock along your folds to gather up the slick drooling out of you.
“What? Don’t act all shy now,” he whispered in your ear before plunging himself inside of you. You cry out feeling the dull pain of being stretched out as he inched deeper and deeper. Once bottoming out a low moan drifted off his lips feeling your walls pulsate and massage his length.
His hand left your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass with a tight squeeze before he began to thrust. Your body shivered, hearing his noises as if he deliberately wanted you to hear just how you made him.
“Fuck…I missed you, I missed this cunt…but you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he grunted, brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Your head leaned into the wall, clinging onto him tighter as you tried to widen your shaky legs to get him to hit that spot again and again.
“H-aitham..! Haitham,” you stammered, nails racking his back as he sucked a breath in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, walls caving down as you finally reached your high struggling to keep your feet up. Alhaitham cursed under his breath closing his eyes as he quickly slide his cock out, pumping himself a few times before groaning—thick white ropes of cum splattering on your lower stomach.
He let your leg down, steading you, as he tried to catch his own breath. You closed your eyes, leaning against his chest.
“I don’t fucking get you sometimes and I don’t think I ever will.”
You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth and you knew he loved you too. The only issue was how much time he spent away. Dates canceling, coming home infrequently—his duty as the Kamisato retainer was straining him. And even when he had the time to attend to his duties as your boyfriend, you could see the bags under his strained eyes, trying his best for you not to see the cracks and desperation of rest he needed.
You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth; therefore, you needed to let him go.
As the words left your mouth, it seemed the world silenced. Thoma sat on the couch, hand covering his mouth as his eyes stared off into space, watering from your declaration. Your heart lurched in your chest.
“Thoma, you know I love you. You can’t prioritize us right now, and that’s okay. I understand what Ayaka and Ayato mean to you and how important it is for you be fully committed to your responsibilities,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his cheek. He let his hand leave his face, tears beginning to cascade down his now-flushed cheeks.
“Then please…” he whispered. You gently shook your head, wiping the tear away.
“You know I can’t for now…” you whispered back. Just as you were about to get up and let Thoma grieve his love for you in peace, he shot up pressing his lips into your own. Desperation, passion, and longing—those three emotions strongly swirling in that kiss, but yet, you found yourself kissing him back.
As he tightly gripped your waist, the two of your bodies fell onto the bed with a soft thud. Your hands wandered up, lifting Thoma’s shirt off of him, breaking the kiss momentarily before connecting right back again. One by one, articles of clothing fell down leaving you two in the nude, clinging onto each other.
Thoma’s lips trailed down your neck, hand drifting up and brushing against your slit as you shivered. His thumb drifted up, pressing down on your clit, garnering a gasp from you. Slick drooled out of you as he continuously circled and flicked on the bundle of nerves.
Smearing your arousal along your inner thighs, Thoma grabs his half-hardened cock pumping it a few times before lining himself up. His tip slid between your folds, brushing against your clit as he grunts in slight frustration before he finally pressed himself to your opening and sank inside of you.
A breathy moan of your name escapes Thoma’s lips, weaving your hands with his—cock slipping deeper, feeling your walls squeeze and tighten. Lifting his face from the nape of your neck, his nose brushed against yours—green eyes sorrowful as he slowly thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his thin waist gripping his hands tighter as he plunged himself steady and deliberate, hitting every spot he knew would unravel you.
Your back arched, body shivered in pleasure as you finally reached your high. Your walls spasmed and tightened against him as his own release would arrive soon. Shutting his eyes and desperately pressing your lips against yours once more to drown out his moan, Thoma’s hips halted—ropes of his cum spurting inside of you.
Thoma placed his sweaty forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Sliding his cock out of you where his cum was slowly seeping down, his arms wrapped around your form underneath him.
“...Just let me hold you one last time before you go.”
Your eyes kept reading your text message to Scaramouche over and over again. You know you were kind of a dick for breaking up via text because you feared confrontation from your usual grumpy ex-boyfriends, but the fact he left you on read made you nervous. He always had something to say, wanting to have the last word in every argument—so this, was nerve-wracking.
You hear your doorbell echo throughout your apartment as you sighed and walked over to the door, expecting a package only to gasp in horror seeing Scaramouche standing there—arms crossed, glaring at you.
“Through text? Really? Really?!” he yelled out, storming inside your apartment. You sighed and closed the door; you should have known better. As you turn to see him seething you noticed how bloodshot his eyes were, he must have been crying not too long ago.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know how to break it to you!” you responded. Scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“So you think our 3 years can be over through a fucking text!? Are you that much of a coward?! I think I deserved more than a fucking text message!” he shouted. Your eyes drifted away in guilt, crossing your own arms against your chest.
“Fuck! Okay! You’re right. You didn’t deserve that. But, I’m not happy with our relationship! Fucking—.” You took a sigh to compose yourself momentarily. “I don’t feel like you ever give a damn about me so I didn’t think it would be that bad to break up via text.”
Scaramouche remained silent, sucking on his tooth before letting out a low, sarcastic laugh before slowly marching towards you. You felt like a rabbit eyeing the ferocious might of a wolf.
“Don’t care? I don’t care?! Your joking right?! Do you even fathom how much I love you…!” he murmured, close to your face. The two of you glared down at one another waiting for the other one to respond only to gasp as Scaramouche connected his lips with yours and to his surprise, you didn’t push him away and deepened the kiss.
Things quickly found their way to the bedroom as Scaramouche roughly pushed you down on the bed before lifting his shirt off. Just as you were going to do the same, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist to stop you.
“No. Do you even realize you’re wearing my shirt right now? The audacity you have to break up with me while wearing that shit,” he grunted, nipping at your ear before leaning up. He undid the buckle of his jeans and zipped down the zipper, pulling down his jeans and boxers to reveal his twitching cock.
“You don’t get to enjoy my cock like that,” he grunted, gripping his length and pumping it. Scaramouche lifted you slightly up before letting his cock brush between the mounds of your chest. His cock was hot and heavy, tip budding with precum that began to smear across your torso. His hands grabbed your breasts, thumbs brushing against your pebbling nipples before pressing them together, between his cock.
“Hold your tits like this,” he grunted as you obeyed. You gasped feeling your bottoms come off, exposing your wet cunt. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, pressing his thumb against your clit and drawing tight circles on it.
You whined when his hips began to thrust between your breast as he let out a shaky moan. His cock trembled with every thrust as his pace began to get faster. He cursed under his breath, pausing his ministrations on your clit as he shut his eyes to enjoy the soft mounds of your chest.
“Fuck. Shit—” he cursed out. You softly yelped as cum shot out, hitting your chin and bottom lip. Globs of his cums stained his shirt you were wearing as he bit his lip to muffle his whine. As he slowly came from his high, he sighed moving down and nibbling at your inner thighs.
“You don’t fucking deserve this but I’m not cruel enough to leave you on the edge,” he grumbled. Your hands shot to his hair as his lips connected with the bud of your clit, lapping it up roughly and sucking on it. As his tongue swirled and flicked, your legs shook and pressed themselves against Scaramouche’s head.
His eyes were cold seeing you squirm against his mouth before it faltered, as a rush of liquid hit his tongue as you arched your back. He drank as much as he could grabbing your thighs to hold you down before you finally began to calm down from your intense climax.
“Made you squirt for the first time heh,” he laughed to himself. “Too bad it’ll be the last.”
When Childe broke up with you, it hurt your pride and your heart. You didn’t think of yourself as a vindictive person, but when you had the opportunity to temporarily forget about him and how someone practically worshipped you for the night—you didn’t say no.
You didn’t expect to see him at the club, your eyes meeting with shock. Your eyes narrowed to the person he was dancing with, arm around their waist as he ground behind them. Rolling your eyes with a scoff, you walked away from the dancefloor and towards a corner in the back where you could process the situation better.
“Fuck,” you grunted in frustration in debate. You didn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stand seeing that. Just as you were about to decide to try another bar, your ex approached you with a smirk, leaning against the wall.
“Funny seeing you here. Is that D-rank boytoy crawling around,” he teased with a strained smile. You scoffed rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
“No, but don’t let that stop you from putting your cock inside your stupid fling, I was just leaving,” you grunted. Childe grabbed your wrist, leaning down. That infuriating smirk was still on his lips.
“Aww, come on. Let’s catch up a bit. Don’t you miss me…” he whispered in your ear, causing your body to shiver. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you were sure your own buzz was messing with your judgment yet, you couldn’t help following into the empty bathroom.
Quickly checking each stall was empty, Childe locked the door and moved the trashcan in front of it. He grabbed your waist, moving you on the empty counter before pressing his clothed hardened cock against your core.
“You see what you do to me….? I think you forgot just how wild we got together,” he murmured, drifting your underwear down your thighs. His fingers grazed along your slit as you whined, moving your hips to try to get him to brush against your throbbing clit. He chuckled watching as his finger slowly dripped with the same slick beginning to drip from you.
Wiping it down his slacks, he quickly freed himself—slapping the tip of his cock against your clit. You moaned as he finally stopped bullying the nub, pressing his cock along your opening before sinking inside of you.
“Fuck, just like how I remember it,” he grunted, sliding deeper and deeper before he finally bottomed out. Sliding out briefly, you choke out feeling him plunge his cock back in hard and fast. His pace was relentless, lewd noises drifting throughout the bathroom.
You closed your eyes as he grabbed your chin. His eyes were much colder than before, smugness replaced by jealousy.
“No. You have to watch everything I’m doing to you. I’m not going to let you forget how well my cock made you writhe so many nights. No one can fuck you as well I can, including that stupid boytoy you decided to fuck,” he grunted, plowing himself inside of you.
You whined out his name, walls fluttered down as he soon changed his angle to find your favorite spot. As he brushed by it deliberately, You clung tighter to him calling out his name repeatedly.
“There! There! There! There!” you rambled out. You squirmed, a breathy moan escaping from your lips as you reached your high. Your spasming walls made it harder for Childe to thrust, pace getting closer and sloppier.
Just as you thought he was about to spill out, Childe quickly left your tight, warm cunt, he rapidly pumped his cock—tip leaning towards your underwear. With a grunt, white globs of his cum shot out filling your once-clean underwear with his essence. He chuckled, quickly pulling them up as you gasp, feeling the warmth of his cum as he pulled his softening cock into his briefs and pulled his pants up to fasten them.
Not paying you much mind, he walked towards the door moving the trashcan and unlocking it before pausing.
“When you get some sense, call me,” he grunted, walking out of the bathroom.
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Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes
It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.
At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*
Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)
So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.
Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.
Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.
Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.
Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.
(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)
@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):
Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby.
And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here
Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????
Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.
I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.
Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)
The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)
Vader's right, that distinction does not matter
Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice
Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized
Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.
They point out that he is Baby.
😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better.
Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord.
Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.
Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.
At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.
(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)
It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general
But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive
And likely 70%+ upfront payments
Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.
!!!
Baby has baby!!
Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason.
Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]
The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...
He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢
(He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination
He so is too tired)
Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.
Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.
the indignity
You just. You can't let him get too self-important.
Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.
The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.
Also Maul's there.
Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle
Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified
As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence
He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber
And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his!
Woooo!
Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.
You know, the classic anime head bite
Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider
But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid
Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness
He was wrong
At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'?
Appreciating the little things
tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit
Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.
They're peers
They're tired
They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child
They have a lot in common 😊
They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.
Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).
Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated
They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke
Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse
(Competence, athleticism, sweat-)
Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)
I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there
Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation
Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension
* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.
#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#maul#darth maul#obimaul#obi wan and anakin#anakin and obi wan#ahsoka tano#time travel#de aging#star wars#phoenix posts
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I’m in a mood for cowboy! Ghost. How would Goose react if Ghost is super sick but is trying to still do his work? Would she go Mama Bear on him and force him to stay in bed while she took care of him? How would he react to someone being this attentive and caring to him while he is sick?
The problem is that Ghost is so used to toughing it out or taking care of himself that he will not tell Goose if he's sick. I think she'd know pretty quick though when he won't touch her because he doesn't wanna get her sick. No doctor Goose necessary, Momma Duck is one with the medical degree.
Simon is in the barn when you finally find him, he's been avoiding you since he left the house this morning and you're not really sure why. He's leaned against the wall, head tipped back and eyes closed, you can see the movement of his chest with each breath he takes. That's probably not good. You run through your options and settle on not being mad until he explains what's wrong. You grab his dog tags, because you know he won't risk breaking them. He sighs hard.
"Not in the mood sweetheart," He tells you, his voice is thicker than usual, too rough and deep for this late in the day.
"What's wrong with you?" You cut straight to the point. Simon doesn't even flinch, just pushes off the wall to stare you down.
"Nothing is wrong with me," It's too defensive, you narrow your eyes at him. He's not wearing his mask, it must've been real fucking uncomfortable for him to take it off. His cheeks are flushed, but not in a sunburn kind of way. You tug his tags and he resists your pull. Doesn't matter you can reach from here.
You raise a hand and press it against his forehead. Simon flinches away. Stupid bastard.
"Does daddy know you're sick?" You ask, not feeling particularly kind for asking in the first place. He should've told you.
"Doesn't need to, it won't affect my work."
"Bullshit it's not," You don't bother letting go of his chain, leading Simon out of the barn and back across the grass to his little house, "It's 100 degrees out and you're runnin' a fever, you plannin' on faintin'? You get any redder and I'll enter you in a tomato contest, swear to God I'm gonna kill ya' for this."
"You get more Texan when you're mad," Simon helpfully supplies. You don't bother turning to glare at him, you think he can feel it. He holds the screen door for you while you angrily push the house door open, more cooperative than you thought he'd be. Probably fixing to run back to work as soon as you leave. As if you would.
You don't let go of Simon until you see him sit on the bed. Even then you stand and tap your foot until he sighs and lays down like it's the hardest thing in the world. You give him a short nod and go to the bathroom for a thermometer and some cold meds. He's sat up and yanking his boots off when you come back. At least that's something. You hold out the thermometer and he takes it, but doesn't move past that.
"Under your tongue genius," You tell him already tipping purple nyquil into the little plastic cap. He eyes the cold medicine suspiciously. You set the full cap and the open bottle on the bedside table, and pull your phone out. "Either I take your temperature or Momma does, and you don't want me callin' the doctor out here."
Simon sticks the thermometer under his tongue. You don't know what it is with military men being so scared of the doctor, but it's damn useful for getting your way. You both wait for the thing to beep, you're quick to snatch it before Simon can. You're pretty sure he'll lie to you about his fever. You suck in a breath staring at the temperature on the little screen. 101, not good, and probably not helped by the heat or working all day.
"Wasn't that bad this morning," Simon grumbles. You don't spare him your glare this time.
"You-" You actually don't have an end to that sentence that doesn't make it sound like you want to strangle him. You point at the nyquil cap instead. He takes it dutifully and downs it like a shot. "I'm callin' the doctor." You tell him, because you can't really punish him for being sick, but you don't have to reward him either.
"Do not call the doctor," He warns you.
"Fine," You relent, Simon relaxes a little, "I'll call daddy." The tension is immediately back.
"Goose," Oh he's serious calling you that, too bad you're serious too, already dialing up your dad, "I'm warning you, do not." You hold the phone to your ear with a hand on your hip and wait for your father to pick up.
You don't even wait for him to ask you why you're calling you start right into it. "Simon's sick and you've been workin' him all-" Simon makes a grab for your phone while you're talking, you give a quick shout and try to hold it out of his way. He may be bigger than you but that doesn't mean he's going to stop you. Simon grabs your arm and pulls it down, you have to put real strength into keeping your phone held aloft.
"I'm fine, you don't need to call," Simon grits out, going for the more effective tactic of simply grabbing you around the waist and bodily hauling you onto the bed.
"How are you still this strong when you've got a fucking fever," You yell, trying to claw away from him. Simon just drags you back and snatches your phone.
"All fine here, sir," He tells Price quickly, keeping you pinned down with a firm hand on your back and your legs between his. He hangs up before Price can say anything and tosses your phone onto the nightstand. "Can you be less of a bloody wife for ten fucking minutes," He growls at you.
"Can you be less of a fucking soldier?" You hook your legs behind his and push up to reverse your positions. You settle angrily on his lap, and flop back on top of him.
"Forgot you could do that," Is the only response you get, half mumbled as Simon drags a hand down his face.
"Could've had a lovely day of me playing housewife, but no, it's always gotta be the hard way with you," You grumble, you hope the nyquil knocks him out before you do. You feel yourself raise with Simon's intake of breath, and lower quickly as he sighs. His hands grab you and flip you onto your stomach, you make yourself comfortable on him. He feels warm even though his clothes, you frown and press your ear to his chest to listen to his heart beat.
"You like the hard way." You can feel the rumble of his voice against your cheek.
"Not for this," you mumble, "you should've told me you weren't feeling good."
"I know," Simon sighs again.
"You'd wanna know if I was sick," Simon hums in response, you think the cold meds might be kicking in. You reach up to pat his face, "Stay awake I'm not done nagging."
"The fuck did you drug me for then?" He settles a hand on your head, the other rubbing your back with slower and slower motions. You suppose that's fair. "I'll tell ya' next time, alright? Lemme sleep."
"Fine," You relent, even though you don't fully believe him. You sort of wish Simon was a big baby about being sick, but you're also sort of glad he isn't. You wait for him to fall asleep before you get up to see if there's any soup in his little kitchenette. You expect he'll be out for a few hours, which is plenty of time for you to worry over him. Plenty of time for you to call your dad and tell him Simon's taking a sick day tomorrow, and plenty of time for you to sit on the bed next to Simon and brush his hair out of his face. He's such a soldier sometimes.
As if you wouldn't want to take care of him in sickness and in health.
#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x oc#simon riley x oc#oc: goose#cowboy!ghost#being sick means being vulnerable and being vulnerable is very hard#even if you're literally marrying this person#Get it together Ghost you're being stupid#Price is so mad at Ghost for working with a fever#He didn't need you out in the heat Ghost he's got Gaz#and Gaz is more than capable of cattle wrangling
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Konig x fem! virgin reader
You finally get into Konigs bedroom and make the move you’ve always wanted to.
Hi so this is pure filth. No plot. Lowkey self indulgent because I’m horny for him and I’m unhinged.
Warnings! Kinda perv reader! Mentions of female masterbation! Oral! Both receiving! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Choking! And not proofread
Sneaking into Konigs room wasn’t the smartest idea in your life but you were so desperate for the big, muscular man that you were willing to do anything. Anything to feel his touch. Anything to have him.
The age gap between you both wasn’t horrible but it was a gap. Ten years. He had plenty of experiences. Girlfriends. Even an engagement broke off six months ago when you got to the base and you’d been head of heels ever since. His personality, looks and everything drew you in. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him or keep yourself from toying with your pussy alone in your room at night at the thought of him.
You saw his bare chest rising and falling as he slept. His mask was off. He didn’t wear it constantly but it was still jarring to see his real face. Handsome. A very small amount of gray in his hair. You bite your lip and pick up his shirt, with the other one you stole in your empty hand. Tossing it over your body which was comically long on you. Your socks felt cold as you walked over to where he laid. Your breath shuddered as you reached to touch him before faltering. You wanted him to want it just as badly. You weren’t above begging.
You’ve never slept with a man. You’ve kissed a couple of friends at sleepovers but you’ve never gone all the way. No one seemed worthy, especially with Konig around. Just looking at his parted lips making your core clench. You saved yourself for him. Only him.
“Sir?” You whispered. Trying to wake him but nothing happened. “Sir.” You said a little louder. He stirred. “Konig?” You spoke and he jolted awake.
He rose to his elbows and you realized from his bare pelvis peeking out of the blankets he was naked. You groaned at the sight and his eyes widened in the dark. He said your name with a shocked tone and you licked your sudden dry lips. Konig pulled the blanket higher when he saw you holding one of his shirts that you stole. “I took this earlier. I used it to make myself cum. I need you so bad. I want your cum. I need to fuck you.”
He gasped as your cold fingers gently brushed against his tattoos on his right arm but he gripped your elbow and lightly shook you. “You can’t. We can’t. I’m ten years older. And you-” But you shook your head immediately and moved forward. You pressed your lips against his and you moaned as you opened your mouth. He instantly kissed you back, he grabbed your hips and swung you over his lap. Your soaked panties leaked over his bare cock that he rolled against you and you whimpered when his large fingers slipped down and snapped the band. Your hands encircled his neck and you lightly choked him. Not hard enough to hurt but enough that you felt his dick twitch underneath you and you grinded down. Your wetness smeared against the fabric as his own hand slid down to your ass and he slapped it.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” He said against your mouth, you both were a harsh mixture of teeth and he sucked your tongue as you dig your nails into his skin before you ripped away. Konig’s eyes flashed as he may have suspected you were having regrets but then he saw you start to kneel on the floor and he took a deep breath as you removed the blanket.
His cock was big, thick and the tip glistened with precum in the moonlight that shined through the window and you separated your knees to get comfortable on the ground. “I want it so badly, wanna taste you.” Konig’s hand wrapped around the base of your throat and made you pause and look at him with wide eyes.
“Liebling, you don’t have to. Fuck, god knows I want you to-” Konig tried to sound reasonable as he was struggling to keep his eyes open as your thumb swiped the lube that he naturally provided. You leaned forward and licked the side of the vein. Your tongue flat and lewd as you dragged it up to his balls before you sucked. You’d never blown a guy in your life but you watched enough porn and talked to plenty of friends to understand how it worked. And your own nightly fantasies that kept your fingers busy with his shirt underneath you on your own bed. Konig spoke a number of words in German as you kitten licked his tip while holding some of the weight of his shaft on your hands as you rubbed up and down. His head lulled to the side as he moaned lowly and his fingers tangled in your hair. His strength was so intense you almost hissed in pain as he tugged but you hollow your cheeks and sucked past his tip like a lollipop. You then rolled your tongue to taste anything that he gave you as your pussy throbbed from how turned on you were watching him struggle to control himself.
“Fuck, liebling, i’m going to-little love you’re going to make me cum too fast.” Konig growled before pulling you off, drool pooled from the corners of your lips as you swallowed and whined.
“I wanted you to, I don’t even care about me right now. Please, let cum on me, in me or wherever you want. I’ll do anything.”
Konig reached down and grabbed you by your waist, hauled you from the ground and threw you on your back. You shrieked as he ripped off your underwear, the material ripping as he tore off your shirt and exposed your breasts that were swollen. He leaned down, his breath hot as he licked a stripe from your neck down to your tit before enveloping the nub between his lips. Your back arched but his other hand came and slapped your cunt. “Dont. Move.” He growled as he sucked your nipple. He pulled off and looked at you with a dark expression. “You want to act like a dirty whore, you’ll get treated like one.”
Your pussy clenched as he returned to his pattern of licking, sucking and then gently dragging his teeth along your nipples and breasts, leaving marks no doubt. But you craved any sort of trophy from fucking him as his cock slapped against his stomach as he started shoving your legs apart.
“For a virgin you’re such a fucking slut. Bet you taste sweeter than you are.” Konig spoke above your center before he laid his flat and in one smooth motion licked across your clit.
You weren’t able to move from his strength pinning you down but your eyes squeezed shut as he lapped at your cunt, fully savoring everything you gave him, every single drop that dripped out of you as you whimpered. Konigs hips were rolling against the bed and you never would have imagined this moment feeling this good as Konig shoved his tongue in your entrance while his thumb spread the sticky substance across your pussy. You breathed heavily so that your stomach coiled and couldn’t relax as your legs tried keeping him in one place.
The familiar rise of orgasm was approaching you. “Thank you for tasting me, sir.” Your eyes leaked with tears as you struggled to speak.
Konig pulled away and crawled above you, his legs in between yours as his arms encircled your knees. He lowered himself and you felt the outline of his heavy cock against you, brushing against your sensitive bundle and you looked at him with wide eyes as he pried your lips apart. He spits inside your mouth, you taste yourself on him as kisses you hard and roughly. “I’m gonna give you want you want. I’m gonna make you mine and you’re never going to be touched by anyone else. Understand?” He husikly said against your mouth and you nod weakly.
Konig gently lined his cock to your opening, teasing it with his tip and you were just a little nervous. You knew you could take it. You wanted to take it more than anything. But…still. Konig must have sensed the very small amount of anxiety by the way he tenderly ran a hand down your thigh. “You’re being a good girl. You wanted this so bad, hm? Wanted me to fuck you. Don't be nervous now.”
He pressed the bulbous tip inside, giving you a slightly uncomfortable stretch as your nose scrunched a little but his fingers went to your clit, stimulating the twitching electric shocks that reminded you how close you were. You both were.
“That’s it…such a good little bitch. That’s what you want right? You want me to tell you how pathetic you are? For wanting me to fuck you so badly? Come on, little love. You can admit it.” Konig mocked you as you moaned as he pushed deeper, his own noise escaping his throat as your fingers found his hair.
“I’m so pathetic-pathetic for you.” You said between his movements as he brought himself to the hilt, your greedy pussy taking him better than you though and his balls slapped against you. It was messy, precum making it slippery as you both breathed in each other.
“Mhm, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Taking me like a champion.” Konig pulled out before slamming back in with a hard thrust, and you hummed loudly with a sob and the burn in your stomach grew in the pit. You wouldn’t last long which was embarrassing but Konig wrapped his hand around your neck.
“No, no, don’t act shy now. You were so eager to blow me and now you look nervous? You’re gonna cum as many times as I make you.” He growled against you and pulled your lower lip with his teeth.
You blinked at his aggression and your throat was sore as he squeezed but you humped into him as he slammed you against the bed with his movements.
He was so big that it was difficult to not fall off the mattress but his hand kept you pinned. His swollen cock filled you to the brim and you were already closer than you imagine and your stomach released all the pent up adrenaline and pleasure. You spill ropes of cum all over his cock, an echoing sob came through a garbled sound from him choking you as you clung to him. The waves hit you in waves and you jerked in aftershock.
“Look at you, pretty baby. You’re such a good little girl.” Konig cooed and stroked your cheek. And that’s when you realized he was pulling out.
“What-wait no I want you to cum-“
“Did you ask me nicely?” His question made you understand you actually didn’t ask him. You never did. “You want me to cum? Then I get to play this little game. Sneak into your room. Take one of your shirts and wake you up. Maybe then. You get to make me cum.”
And with that, Konig started putting on the shirt you stole.
It wouldn’t be that easy to get what you want, would it?
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❄️ Kinkmas — 10. Breath play ❄️
Spider x female omatikaya reader
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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dry humping, making out, edging, breath play / breath holding, Switch!Spider
You still remember the first time you noticed Spider holding his breath, after a rather big argument with Lo‘ak.
When he gets upset, or overwhelmed, or fucks up spectacularly, he holds his breath. Not always for long, and never in a way that suggests he knows he’s doing it, but after he resumes breathing he always seems more... settled. Calm, even.
And you notice it happening more after that.
After the two of you had started messing around with each other, you noticed him doing it in bed as well -or in the labs, your marui, at the river (or, in one particularly memorable occasion, in the Sullys family tent while Lo‘ak was passed out drunk and everyone else was sound asleep).
Spider would close his eyes and suck in a breath and hold it right before he comes, and it worked flawlessly to calm himself down. It’s cute, in a slightly concerning way, and it’s so easy to use this to your advantage.
Like right now.
Spider’s head is spinning a little with the need for air, but you just lick into his mouth, suck on his tongue, squirming around in his lap a little, like you have all the time in the world.
His mask is secured in your hand, shoved up just above his forehead so that you can pull it down in time for him to take a breath and fill his lungs with much needed air. Which is now.
Spider gasps, once the mask sits back in place, and when you wriggle like that on top of his still covered but painfully hard cock, his hands come down to grip your hips and hold you in place.
"Jesus, give me a minute", he pants, his tongue swiping over kiss swollen lips.
The grin you give him is wicked, your own mouth shiny and wet with spit. "What, are you close already?", you giggle, your tail curling in amusement and Spider‘s cheeks taint themselves pink. Fuck yes, he is, but the realization that this has been going on for almost an hour now and both of you are still fully clothed makes him narrow his eyes at you in confusion.
He isn’t quite sure what game you’re playing today, considering that this is not exactly conducive to getting him inside you anytime soon, but he’s learned to just play along with you to get what he wanted. Even if that meant suffering and testing his own patience for a bit. Or his stamina.
Your hands then reach out for his mask and Spider barely has a second to suck in a sharp breath before you slide his mask off and pull him into a kiss again.
Kissing you is always different, but tonight it feels like you aim to drive Spider out of his mind.
You press a kiss at the corner of his mouth, one more properly on-center. Spider parts his lips, greedy and desperate, but you just ignore him, kisses his bottom lip and bites it softly. Bites it again, harder this time, raking with your canine until he can feel it swelling up a bit.
His lungs slowly start to burn and his cock throbs and you grind yourself against it, but then you pull back and suddenly the mask sits back on his face.
Spider hears someone breathing raggedly, and distantly realizes it’s himself.
"Fuck", he wheezes and clutches his chest in a way that seems a little overdramatic, yet you can’t help but smile at him. But then his hands wander back down, reach out to grab your hips and rock you back and forth on his cock. Like this, you could feel the prominent outline of his cock under his loincloth, could feel it throb and twitch, and Spider groans and let’s his head fall back. "I‘m so hard, baby, c‘mon", he whines, "shit, just let me… I want to fuck you so bad, oh my god, this is torture!"
Spider‘s half a second away from just shoving his hand down your loincloth, rip the damn thing in two, flip you over and fuck you so hard your pussy will be molded into the shape of his cock.
But you just grin at him toothily. And there goes his mask again.
Eywa, you kiss him nowhere near chastely this time, shoving your tongue into his mouth like he does when he’s fucking your mouth with his cock. He can feel his lips buzzing a little, and there’s spit smeared down his chin. Your mouth is messy and clever and you’re making these little noises into his mouth and Spider‘s going kind of dizzy with how good it is, how much he just wants to stay there forever and how much he needs to fucking breathe.
But you won’t let up— you pull away just once, to watch him with your eyes gone arousal-dark, and then press back in close, sucking sharply on his lower lip and riding his clothed cock like there’s no tomorrow. Below you, Spider moans, desperate and painfully close.
He lets his head thunk back against the wall just as you slide the mask back on. His mouth’s almost numb from kissing. He hasn’t done this much kissing since he was fourteen and had his first girlfriend, and he definitely hasn’t ever been kissed like you kissed.
Your pussy is still pressing down on his cock, the fabric of both loincloths soaked in arousal and pre-cum, and he’s so hard right now that the layers of clothing between you feel like nothing, like if he could just thrust up against you a few more times he might actually come in his pants.
His breathing turns rapid again, chest heaving in quick pants as he works himself up.
"Fucking– shit, I‘m gonna–” Spider swears, thrusting up against you, leaking pre-cum everywhere, tightening his hands on your hips to the point there might be bruises tomorrow.
What snaps him out of his lustful haze, is the feeling of your hand attempting the lift the edge of his mask again. You look all kinds of pleased with yourself as Spiders whines, "I- I can’t, seriously. I need to come so bad it feels like I might explode any minute, but I can’t if you–"
"Just one more time", you smirk, grinding yourself against his cock to get your ping across and Spider hisses in a mix of pain and pleasure. "One more time and then you can do whatever you want with me, monkey boy."
"Fuck, okay, okay."
Inhale, exhale. And then there’s a hiss of air escaping his mask as you slowly lift it, before it’s gone again and your lips press against his own.
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18+ only!! Contains smut. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.
Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie installing a mirror right in front of his bed. You’re a bit curious as to why do you ask. He says he wants to be able to see you from all angles while he fucks you. And that’s exactly what he does. You’re straddling his lap, riding him. He’s sat on his bed, meeting you half way. He’s sucking and tugging on your nipples. After that he moves his head to look over your shoulder. He places his feet on the ground for better leverage. He starts pounding into you. He smacks your ass and grabs both sides, spreading you wide open so he can see everything. He loves the view he gets of his heavy balls hitting your tight hole over and over. Eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.
Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie making you a spooky basket. It has everything. From cute Halloween socks, to baking kits, to some good scary movies. At the bottom you feel something big. You pull it out and furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you ask him why he added a Ghostface mask at the bottom of your spooky basket. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” He moves closer to you and moves the hair away from your ear. “I’ve seen the look in your eye whenever Ghostface comes on screen. What do ya say? Wanna make our own scary movie?”
Working out with Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie and he’s so distracted by your body. He loves the way you look in your gym attire. Especially those certain pairs of shorts that makes your ass look good. He walks up to you, touching your shoulder all the way down to your lower back. He whispers in your ear, “I think it’s time for us to go.” As he leans his hips towards your ass, you feel his hard-on. “We can continue working on our cardio at home.”
Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie taking you on a late night picnic at Lover’s Lake only for you two to go skinny dipping. Since no one is out there at the time of night you two go, you also decide to fuck in the water.
Going back to spooky season with Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie. It’s kinda been a fantasy of his to fuck in an old abandoned house. There’s one on the outskirts of Hawkins that used to belong to a farmer. He brings everything. Candles, lube, toys, and some blankets. He wants to try to be romantic but he’s been dreaming about this for so long that he can barely wait.
Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie with a corruption kink. Eddie was the first guy you lost your virginity to. Of course, you fooled around with others but that wasn’t anything serious. Once he found out you’re pure, he was shocked but all his dirty thoughts went straight to his dick. He did everything you could possibly think of to make sure you were wet enough and loose enough. He ate you out while fingering you, spat on your clit, and made you cum three times before he put the tip in. First he’d fuck you slow and passionate before your warmth and wetness called to him like a siren. He got so caught up in the feel of you that he started going rough and fast. But you loved it. “W-why is this considered b-bad?” You whined while letting out a whimper. Eddie turned from the inside of your neck and looked at you. “What do you mean babydoll?” “This. Sex. Why is it considered bad before marriage?” He moaned. He shouldn’t be so turned on by this but he felt his dick get impossibly hard by that question. “Why is this a sin if it feels so g-good?”
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#perv!boyfriend!eddie#perv eddie#perv!eddie#perv!eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson x female reader
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Can I request the 141 team x reader
Where reader is kinda stupid and a tall fox like person, has super sharp canines and while they are cuddling maybe it goes to fair and reader bites them and says "look I marked you lol" just stares at it for a moment before (either cleaning it up with a medkit or with their mouth) idk I'm craving something that's like me and I have sharp canines.
If you have done something like this please feel free to delete!
[A/n:Mm, this is different, I like it. Thank you for requesting]
Summary:Your a foxy person with sharp teeth, one day you accidentally bite them alittle to hard and help clean the bite
Type:Short Scenarios: Price X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader
Version:Mw2
Ghost
He's already use to your foxyness, that's why your a good sniper. He's used to it, nothing can really surprise him when do these foxy shenanigans. When you guys where cuddling his back was pressed against your chest, he was just laying there, caressing your hand gently. He was half way asleep when you bite him. He jumped and quickly turned around.
"Haha, look i marked you...actually, that looks like it hurts"
You got up dragging Ghost with you. He'll never tell you about the raging blush behind his mask. Getting the first aid kit you gently cleaned the bite. Ghost was quiet still half asleep, that's why he didn't say anything before.
"And there"
Kissing the bite gently you patted his thigh before you both headed back to bed, him staying up alittle longer than he hoped just touching the bite mark slightly, a small blush still on his face.
Price
You were foxy yes, but you were also a crazy good sniper because of that so he never stopped you. Your small pranks were harmless at least, besides the time you and Soap planted C4 near the base to scare the new recruits. You two had a earload from price and a hell of a punishment. Price was reading in bed, sitting up while you layed on him. He had his book rested on your head. Staring at his thigh before glancing up at him. Biting his thign he yelped.
"OW-Fuck!"
Hitting you upside the head with the book he had he gently rubbed the spot you bit. You looked up at him with a sad look before lifting his shorts and boxers to find the bite mark. Price watched as you licked and kissed the bite mark gently "cleaning" it. Chuckling at this he patted your head and got back to his book. Hoping to hide his face. You sucking at his thigh has him alittle flustered.
Gaz
He helped in your shenanigans. It's one if his favorite activities. Running around with his boyfriend messing with people and playing pranks. Its so fun, he calls them dates instead if messing around. He'd probably be laying on top of you, hugging your neck, napping. His small snores making you smile, but the drool on your neck not so much. Chuckling to yourself you kiss his shoulder. Looking at him, like your waiting for something. Deciding it was safe you opened your mouth, stilling looking at him, you bit him. Hard. Hearing a small yelp you felt his shoulder collide with your jaw. Letting out a groan you rubbed your jaw. Gaz looked at you horrified, not processing you bit him.
"Huh?! What happened?!"
Gently grabbed your face Gsz kissed your Jaw to hopefully help it. You smiled tapping his non exposed shoulder.
"I marked you. See?"
You pushed his sleeve out of the way so he could see it. Sighing Gaz stood up to find the first aid kit, it was a bad bite, probably because he slammed(?) His shoulder into your jaw as soon as he felt pressure on it. Cleaning the bite Gaz looked at you, now proped on your elbows staring at him. Gaz gave a small smile before looking back at the bite mark.
Soap
He loves how foxy you are, he now has an excuse to call you foxy, hinting at the fact he thinks your hot. The C4 thing got him in a but load of trouble but doing it with you made it 10x more worth. Sitting next to you on the couch, well more like leaning against you. Soap was on his phone, going back and forth with some silly arguments with his siblings, since there all in a group chat. Looking back at you Soap went on about how his sister were saying something about him being single, and how he wanted a photo with you. Smiling you nodded. Soap smiled back with a wide grin, getting his phone camera ready, he lifted it above his head to get the both of you. Soap Smiled wide, eyes closing slightly. Deciding to take this change, you bit his cheek. The picture took a second before he reacted, it being of Soap smiling wide with his eyes closed, and you biting his cheek, so they couldn't see your face.
"OW! What the hell!"
You smiled cheeky and kissed the bite. He still sent the picture but now he was grumby, punching you slightly.
"Love you too Soap"
He just grumbled something under his breath.
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[A/n:all my other requests are Scenarios so they might take longer. Thank you for requesting]
#cod ghost#cod price#cod gaz#soap cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod x male reader#call of duty mw2#mw2 headcanons#mw2 x male reader#mw2 fanfic#mw2 x reader
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Drunken Festivities
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!reader
Warnings: light smut (minors don't interact), language, alcohol mentions, fluff, A LOT of drunken giggles, not proof read
Summary: you and Rafe get drunk and things don't go according to plan
“Ow babe, you go left. I go right” you said after Rafe had bumped his head into yours for the third time.
Both of you had a few drinks in your system so you were drunk and decided you needed each other right that second. It wasn't going well so far, each time Rafe moved one way to leave a kiss on your neck, you moved your head in the same direction. You'd wake up in the morning with a raging headache from either a nasty hangover or from the hard thud of Rafe's head colliding with yours.
“Sorry sorry, okay try again” he let out a drunken laugh before finally doing what he’d been trying to do for five minutes.
“There we go” a small moan came from you as he began sucking on the sweet spot.
His fingers lightly brushed against your stomach which caused you to let out a laugh. He pulled away from your neck to look at you in confusion.
“What? What happened?”
“It tickled” you managed to get out in your string of drunken giggles “I'm sorry, just keep going” pulling him back down to your neck.
Your eyes closed in contentment until you heard Rafe making a weird sound with his mouth forcing your eyes open and turning to look at him. He was using his free hand to swat at his mouth while trying to spit something out but looked like he was failing at the task. You brought your hand up to your mouth to mask your laugh to no avail.
“Babe it's not funny, next time wear your hair up. I mean don't get me wrong, I love the smell of your shampoo and whatever, but I do NOT want to taste it” his voice was so serious that it only made you laugh more.
Rafe rolled his eyes and went to just lay down but you pulled him into a messy kiss. Your hands eagerly moved to his pants to pull them off, his boxers following immediately after, and lifted your hips to strip down yourself. You grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly loving the sounds he made against your mouth.
“Fuck baby, need to be inside you now. Waited so long for this” his voice full of desperation.
You let out a small moan before lining him up with your entrance and feeling him slowly enter you. He always managed to stretch you out so well and it felt like the first time, especially now that you had alcohol in your systems. Rafe slowly began thrusting, not wanting to rush anything, and groaned when you let out a loud moan. He could listen to the sounds you made all fucking day.
“Rafe, faster” you moaned out, hands flying to his back as he sped up his pace.
It felt like he was bruising your cervix at the pace and angle he was at and you were sure you wouldn't last long. That was until 5 minutes had gone by and there was no buildup in your stomach and no sign of upcoming orgasm from Rafe. This never happened so maybe it just wasn't long enough? Maybe a new position would help?
“Wait wait wait” you said, moving to push Rafe away.
“What? What is it? Are you okay?” he asked frantically as he pulled out immediately. Even when he wasn't sober, Rafe was always so concerned about you.
“Yeah yeah I'm fine, just want to change positions is all” you let out a small laugh when he sighed in relief and moved from being on top of you so you could move.
Doggy style was one of your favorite positions so you got on all fours, wiggling your ass to be a tease, and waited for Rafe to continue. He let out a loud groan that definitely wasn't from pleasure and quickly turned your head to him. You saw him clutching his nose and contorted your face in confusion.
“Baby…you kicked me when you were moving. You’ve got to be more careful” you felt bad for laughing but you couldn't control it.
“Oh shit, I'm sorry” trying to sound as sincere as possible.
“Yeah yeah whatever, let's try this again” he mumbled, moving to get behind you.
You felt his cock rub up and down your folds to lube himself up before pushing himself into you again, the new position making it feel so much better. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling as he began thrusting into you quickly. It felt so good, and he was filling you up so well, but the feeling still never came. You waited for that familiar feeling of your stomach feeling like a balloon was expanding inside it and for Rafe to stutter his hips as he got closer, but it just wasn't coming (just like the two of you weren’t either).
“Um,” you said awkwardly “I don't think this is working tonight” you said with a small laugh.
“I'm so glad you said that” he sighed in relief as you signaled for him to pull out.
You both laid in the bed facing each other and just staring at each other for a few seconds before he burst out in laughter. You tried to look upset but you couldn't help the laugh that came out of you as well. This was just such a bizarre experience, you'd both wanted this so bad but you were too drunk to even get off and so now you were quite literally laughing in each other's faces.
“Well, I don't know about you” Rafe managed to get out after he'd calmed down a bit “but I'm tired and just want to cuddle with my girl” moving to wrap his arm around you.
You snuggled into his shoulder and closed your eyes as you relaxed. This only lasted for a few minutes before you began tossing and turning in his arms and shooting your eyes wide open, letting out a loud annoyed sigh.
“Rafe” you nudged him hoping he hadn't passed out already.
“Hm?” he mumbled out meaning he wasn't asleep, but wasn't fully awake either.
“I'm too fucking hot to cuddle” normally you would suck it up and deal with it, but not tonight. You couldn't handle it tonight, the mix of body heat, sweat still on your body from the prior activity, and alcohol was too much.
“Ugh” he groaned just wanting to have you close to him and be able to touch you. He reluctantly let go of you so you could crawl to your own side of the bed.
It was silent for a few seconds more before you made a suggestion. “We can touch toes if you want”
“What? No you weirdo” he scoffed.
“Oh okay, it was just a suggestion but it's cool”
You figured it was time to try and get some sleep and just hope your head wasn't pounding in the morning. Right as you were about to fall asleep, you felt something touching your feet. You yanked the blanket up and looked down to see what it was and shook your head seeing Rafe's toes against yours.
“Oh I'm the weirdo huh?” you teased out loud mainly to yourself but also for Rafe to hear if he was still awake.
“Oh shut up. Goodnight, I love you” he laughed.
“Yeah yeah, I love you too. Even if you touched my toes after calling me a weirdo for suggesting it” a pillow landing on your face as he threw one at you and turned to face away from you.
You let out a laugh before closing your eyes and going to sleep knowing full well you'd wake up with your limbs tangled and intertwined with Rafes.
#obx x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron imagine#obx rafe#rafe cameron fluff#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#obx smut#obx imagine#obx fic
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Hi! Can I get a Conrad imagine where Conrad and the reader are secretly dating because she’s Steven and Belly’s sister. Steven told Jeremiah and Conrad that his sisters were off limits. Belly and they’re parents are the only ones that know of course. One day Steven catches Conrad and the reader kissing and gets mad!
It's more than that || Conrad Fisher x reader
warnings: slight smut if you squint
"You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now." Conrad whispers in your ear.
You're thankful Steven and Jeremiah were too distracted by the game they were playing to notice Conrads mouth so close to your ear or the blush that creeped on your face because it would be a dead give away that something was going on between you two.
Belly and your moms knew about your relationship with Conrad and supported it, Susannah going as far as to say she wouldn't want to lose Conrad to anyone else. But you both knew Steven would lose his shit if he ever found out you two were together, so you kept it a secret.
It slightly annoyed you, your brother being so overprotective towards you and Belly. You could remember Steven all through the years telling Jeremiah and Conrad that you and Belly were off limits. And you knew he was serious about it. You didn't want to ruin Conrad and Stevens friendship, so you and Conrad agreed to keep it a secret.
It normally didn't bother you as much as it was currently. You and Conrad were both impatiently waiting for Jeremiah and Steven to leave to Clays party, so you could have a movie marathon without being anxious you two would get caught cuddling or kissing on the couch.
You hear Steven ask Jeremiah for another rematch and you suck in a deep breath trying hard to mask your annoyance. "I thought you guys were supposed to be going to a party?" you finally ask, hoping you didn't sound too desperate to get them to leave.
They pay it no attention as Jeremiah pulls out his phone to check the time. "We should probably get going, we're already an hour late." he tells Steven.
"You sure you don't want to come, dude?" Steven asks while grabbing his shoes and sliding them on.
Conrad shakes his head. "Nah I'm going to go to bed soon. I got to be up early to meet Cleveland."
Steven nods and stands to leave with Jeremiah. "I'll let you slide this time but the next party your ass is coming with."
Conrad laughs softly and nods his head. "Will do, you guys have fun."
You both watch them leave and as soon as the door shuts, Conrad waste no time trapping you beneath him on the couch. His eagerness makes you giggle slightly too loud, but neither of you cared at the moment.
"Finally got you all to myself." he mumbles against your mouth before kissing you deeply.
You immediately kiss him back, moaning at the feeling of his mouth against yours. He uses this to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands and mouths were roaming all over each other's bodies too consumed with each other to hear the sound of the door opening.
"What the fuck?" Steven shouts. Your eyes snap open as you jump in horror at the sound of his voice. Conrad quickly gets off of you and stands up, helping you up as well.
"Steven, it's not what it looks like." you say walking over to him until your face to face.
"Oh really? Because it looks to me that my sister and one of my best friends are hooking up on the fucking couch. How long has this been going on for?" Steven snaps.
"Since the beginning of the summer." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper but you can tell he heard you by his facial expression. He somehow managed to look more pissed than when he walked in.
"I told you to leave my sister alone, why was that so fucking hard for you to listen to?" Steven yells yet again. Before he can say anything to Steven, Jeremiah opens the front door.
"Woah, what's going on here?" Jeremiah asks shutting the door behind him.
"Conrad and y/n are fucking around." Steven answers him. Jeremiah looks at both Conrad and I confused.
Conrad rolls his eyes at this. "We aren't fucking around, it's more than that."
This doesn't seem to make Steven any less angry though. "Tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass right now?"
"Quit being immature." you snap. "You have no right to be acting this way, mine and Conrads relationship is none of your business."
Steven snorts. "You've been gogo gaga for him all your life and he's never spared you a glance until now. Do you really think he's actually into you all of a sudden? He's just using you, how about you stop being the immature one and realize that."
"Quit speaking on shit you don't know about." Conrad is the one to snap this time. "I always had feelings for her, I just didn't say anything to her about it because you always gave Jeremiah and I shit about if we tried anything with your sisters. I want to be with her, she wants to be with me too. Deal with it."
Steven goes quiet. You watch as he makes his way to the coffee table and grabs his phone, the reason he must have come back inside. He pushes past before opening the front door and leaving.
"For what it's worth, I think you two are good together." Jeremiah says shooting you a small smile. You attempt to smile back at him before he walks out the door, following Steven.
You take a deep breath and turn to face Conrad who was standing right next to you, looking down at you. "Are you alright?" he asks concern lacing his words. You nod before wrapping your arms around him. He wraps his around yours instantly pulling you into his chest.
"We should probably just go to sleep." you mumble. Conrad nods, taking your hand in his and leading you guys upstairs into his room.
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You were in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal with Belly, telling her what had happened with Steven the night before when he walks in. The two of you immediately fall silent and he doesn't say anything either.
You scoot out your chair, going to put your bowl in the sink when Steven speaks up. "Can we talk?"
"Why? Want to yell some more at me about how I'm immature for being with the guy I love?" you say bitterly. Steven frowns before shaking his head no.
Belly smirks at you, before getting up to put her own bowl away. "I'm going to go get ready to swim. Try not to kill him before I'm back."
"No promises." you reply.
You sigh before going to sit back down at the table across from him. "Speak." you tell him.
"I'm sorry for what I said to you. To both of you." Steven starts. "I just- I just don't want things to change any more than they already are."
You nod your head at him in understanding. You knew what he meant; things were changing. Everyone was going to college soon and coming here every summer was probably coming to an end. You can't say you didn't worry about it too.
"I get it." you tell him. "But things are going to change regardless of if you want them to or not. Conrad and I really love each other, Steven. That isn't going to change anything."
"It does though. But in a good way. I thought about it a lot of last night. I can't lie, I was pissed but I overreacted. You and him both seemed a lot happier this summer. I just didn't put two and two together. I'm happy for you both, truly."
You smile before getting back up from the kitchen table and reaching over to give him a hug.
"Just please don't let me walk in on you guys doing anything. Seeing you two last night was traumatizing enough as it is."
You pull away from Steven and laugh. "Deal."
"Does this mean you no longer want to kill me?" you hear Conrad ask as he walks into the kitchen.
Steven nods his head before apologizing to Conrad. You watch them do a handshake and smile relieved that you and Conrad no longer have to keep your relationship a secret.
Idk if you'll like this but I tried aha <3
#conrad fisher#conrad fisher x reader#the summer i turned pretty#conrad fisher smut#conrad fisher x y/n#conrad fisher imagine#tsitp imagine
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Beauty and The Beast
chapter two
Warnings: SMUT 18+
Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, M! Receiving Oral, Face-Fucking, Degradation, Boot Humping, Dom/Sub, Slapping, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Mentions of Breeding, Stockholm Syndrome(develops), Mentions of Underage Sex, Mentions of Rape, Non-Con, Mentions of self-mutilation
A/N:
Jason is 19, the reader is 18. Jason’s thoughts are in bold italic and the readers are in bold.
Past is in italic
She got lured out by a masked villian named the Arkham Knight,
“If you want to find out what happened to Robin, meet me on top of R.H. Kane.
Wear the Batgirl uniform.”
The first time they ever kissed was on their first date, she couldn’t contain the happiness any longer and grabbed his face and kissed him. He looked so shocked but there was a small smile that crept up on his face. It was two weeks after they met, they were out just getting pizza and she was practically all over him. Her bad boy, all hers.
The first night he was wearing the Robin costume was the night she realized how much she loved him. Three months later Bruce made Jason his ward. Their rooms were right next to each other and they made a hole in between bedside tables, so they could go into each other's rooms without Bruce or Alfred finding out. They would swap what bed they would sleep together in, he would poke fun at her Care Bears and her dolphin pillow pet. They were absolute lovebirds, he loved the attention. She loved getting to love someone and for someone to care for her. Both of their parents were monsters. They had no one, and when they met Bruce they finally had a family. The good girl and her bad boy. Belle and the Beast. Canary and Jaybird. Violet and Crimson. The First Daughter and The Second Son. The Bat and the Knight. Batgirl and Robin.
They were unstoppable, two teenagers in love fighting crime. Just like Dick and Barbara. They never left each other's side, all they wanted was to be with each other. She started ditching school to be with him at his school. Bruce ultimately had to pull her out of school. Little did he know she was going to see his newly adopted son at his school and sit in the library giving him handjobs while helping him with his homework.
“Awww do you want me to stay right here Peanut?” God she looks so pretty crying and all needy, I want to take off my helmet and kiss her all over.
She looks up at him, crying from how big his dick is, and how she wishes he was her Robin. She was grinding on his boot so hard it made her whole body shake. She loved how he was making her feel.
If I don't escape soon… this is torturing me.
“Such a good little slut, are you about to cum all over my boot?” Brings her back to reality. She looked up at the Knight and nodded, mouth still full with his cock. “Wait for Daddy.” He snickered, using the accidental pet name from earlier. She started blushing and getting all embarrassed again. He started moving his foot back and forth against her clit, “Feel good Peanut?” She nodded in response, wanting to please him.
“C'mon Belle, you gotta milk Daddy's cock in order to cum.”
Belle?
She pulled him out of her mouth and started focusing on his tip, sucking on the head and then swirling her tongue around in motions in between. Jason always told her to focus on the head and use her hands for his shaft.
“Good girl Belle, you want Daddy to cum huh?” She looked up at him and nodded her head. “Such a little whore, trying to make your kidnapper cum, what would Batman think?” She could feel him twitching in her mouth, so she picked up the pace so she could be done and over with it already.
“You know Daddy is about to cum huh? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you princess? Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck that tight little pussy after?”
She contemplated, she did want it. She was aching for it, and the thought of her being fucked by a mysterious man made her even more aroused, getting cockdrunk. Except, if she accepted it then she wouldn't be Jason’s princess anymore, and she wouldn’t be pure. She spent countless nights horny, wanting to feel and touch her Jaybird, wanting him to come back from the dead and make her feel good. She wanted the Knight to decide for her, she would complain if he did fuck her, and would if he didn't.
I wanna see his face…
Her heart and her pussy said yes, but her brain kept telling her no.
“C'mon Belle, you have to decide. Daddy can make you feel all good, and he can breed that princess cunt too. He can help take all of your worries away, you won't have to fight anymore, and Daddy will take care of you. You'll be mine, princess.” Upon hearing all of that from the Knight, she came all over his boot and ultimately decided that she wanted him to fuck her. The Knight grabbed her hair and shoved his cock in deeper, cumming in her mouth. “I want every drop swallowed.” She swallowed immediately, opening her mouth and showing. “Good girl.” he praised, he touched her face rubbing her cheek. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, which she didn't realize until now had a Care Bear on it. “Your little Robin told me how much you love your Care Bears and since I'm never gonna let you go I stole it from your bedroom.” The Knight mocked.
He's been in my room?
“W-What?” she was terrified, and her whole body started shaking. “Why do you want me?” She put the emphasis on me.
“I thought you would be a great slave for me.” he chimed. He grabbed the same knife as before and started cutting the rest of the Batgirl suit, starting from the top of the crotch up to her neck. Once he got the top cut off he worked on getting her out. When she was fully out she started trying to run away from him, and immediately got pulled back by the Knight. He slapped her and held her down at her wrists. “Stop trying to run, you can't.”
Seeing her in her bra and her pretty little panties, she had a yellow sports bra on, and a tiny pair of cheeky panties with little yellow daisies all over, with an embroidered daisy on the front. “Oh, Belle. I didn't know that these were this pretty or else I would have gotten you out of that suit a long time ago.” He was enamored, staring at the tiny piece of fabric that was soaking wet. Her panties couldn't hold anymore and all of her arousal was trickling down her thighs. “You're soaked, Belle.” Seeing how wet she was for him got him rock-hard. “Too bad you won’t be needing underwear anymore.” he snickered. He let go of her wrists and put his knee on her stomach making sure she couldn't try an escape again. He started taking off her bra and as soon as it was up high enough her large breasts fell out. “Look at those pretty tits, so big and perky.” He threw the bra across the room and started groping her breasts. He moved on and got off of her and held her down with his hand on his stomach. He pulled off the panties slowly wanting to make her squirm. Her whole face was bright red. He took them off after what felt like hours and stuffed them in his pocket.
He started looking at her body and was eyeing her waist and saw scars littered across her skin. He then looked at the rest of her body and saw that her whole body was covered in self-inflicted wounds. “Oh, Belle. Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, his voice modulator covering up how sad he was seeing his princess covered in scars. She tried covering up her body feeling embarrassed and ashamed. “It's my fault he's dead. I deserve to be in pain, I deserve to be punished.” She started crying, putting her hands up to her face to cover her tears. He moved her hands to uncover and looked at her. “It's not your fault Belle.”
“You don't have to do any of that to your body anymore, you won’t be allowed to have sharp objects under my watch. I'm gonna make you feel amazing and get you all cockdrunk. What do you say, Princess? You wanna thank Daddy for rescuing you from Bruce? So you can be Daddy’s little slave forever and never have to go outside again? I can bring you everything you want and need.”
Bruce?
#jason todd x reader#arkham knight x reader#jason todd#batman#red hood#arkham knight#smut#angst#with a little bit of fluff
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spider-man!ethan hc!!!
ethan landry masterlist
- when he first came to your place fucking wrecked (bleeding from a bunch of cuts. suit ripped in so many places. black eye forming) you had two reactions. 1. panicked 2. wanting to throw up. we are not medical professionals in this house hold, hell no.
“y/n, it’s- it’s okay.” ethan’s voice weak and his body folding over. “ethan it’s not fucking okay! you need a hospital!” “no! no hospital. just- just get a first aid kit.” “i don’t even think we own one and i’m not a fucking doctor. i’m not doing any stitches, you’re gonna suck it up and do them yourself.” and you left your room looking around your apartment for any type of medical supplies.
- ethan either is constantly talking, throwing jokes at the bad guys. it’s mostly when he’s in a good mood or blabbering as his own distraction when fighting. but when he’s really pissed off (like if someone hurts you🫣) he goes silent and doesn’t hold back his strength (well more like he’s doing 85% than his usual…45%?)
- his first year of being spider-man (complete suit and alias recognized by the public) he was dealing with some purse snatchers on 11th and franklin (i’m not from NY leave me alone!!!!) so when he webbed them up and handed the bag back to the single mother he turned on his heel, ready to swing away, but his eyes found you in the dissipating crowd. mouth lightly parted, a slight breeze playing with your hair as you held the straps of your school bag. (he fell in love again and you kinda grew an interest in this bug hero)
- ethan’s really sweet to kids when they come up to him as he’s spider-man (you know that AG SM bts where he’s playing basketball with some kids?? ethan would do something like that)
“mr. spider-man?” ethan turned at the little voice and crouched to be eye to mask level with the adorable little boy and girl duo. “what can i do for the both of you?” the little girl had glossy eyes and the boy was holding her hand, “we got lost on the way to the library. our mom said to go there after school so she can take us home. can you take us? i’m the big brother, i’m supposed to keep us safe.” ethan smiled brightly under his mask, eyes barely squinting from the action. “and you did the right thing to come to me for help. i can carry the both of you to the library, that okay?” the boy beamed and the girl perked up, tears no longer staining her round brown eyes. so ethan scooped the both of them like nothing and walked the two blocks to the library making simple conversation.
- okay so after you guys start dating (go read A Spiders Bite, same world) nothing changed too much from your previous dynamic. just a few things were new and something to get used to doing (kissing, hand holding, touching both intimately and lingering, going on explicitly stated dates, stealing ethan’s clothes, sometimes wearing the suit and getting…frisky with each other) but honestly with how much you wanted each other, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself
“i think i’m gonna barf,” mindy commented to tara. the two of them were walking through the campus and then tara started to smack mindy’s shoulder repeatedly then pointed at the green grass and to a big oak tree keeping the summer shade away. mindy was about to ask what was so interesting about a gross couple sucking face with the girl sitting in the boys lap when tara almost screamed, “it’s fucking ethan and y/n! holy shit!” neither of you told your friends about your relationship yet. the group chat was a fucking town hall meeting with the spam texts.
- you buy a bunch of spider-man themed items. shirts, toys, plushies, cards, makeup collabs, even bandaids!
“i think you’re my stalker at this point,” ethan joked when he walked into your room one day and noticed the new spider-man blanket and pillow set. “didn’t know you wanted to sleep with spider-man this much, almost starting to feel like the other woman when i’m the boyfriend….AND HE’S ME!!!”
- okay, so let’s say the symbiote came down to earth and ethan’s dealing with evil scientists where they are studying the substance and it attaches itself to ethan. so we know it changes the host personality (SM3 nightmare) so ethan’s personality would definitely be a bit like his ghostface reveal (too cocky and for sure an asshole for no reason. and it hurts you cause where did your sweet and awkward boyfriend go?)
“ethan, what’s up with you? what’s this new…personality?” ambushing him at his house, needing to get to the bottom of this. ethan laid on his bed scrolling through his phone and ignoring you. “ethan, stop being a fucking asshole. this isn’t you.” “well maybe this is the new me so get used to it sweetheart.” and he said the usually loving pet name with such a douche bag tone it made your blood boil. “fine. don’t fucking talk to me until you get your shit together. i don’t want to see or hear from you, landry.” and you slammed his door on the way out, tears stinging your eyes.
- okay, leaving emo ethan alone for now. back to sunshine ethan! ethan still has trouble sticking up for himself so you’re his protector, just like you said in 7th grade. (he asked for no pickles. a 6’2 muscled boy standing behind you trying to make himself smaller)
“damn…” ethan muttered as he inspected his food. “what?” you asked around the fry in your mouth. “uh, nothing. just didn’t cook my burger right. it’s- it’s fine. no- no, y/n-“ “excuse me, sorry,” you flagged down your waitress and politely ask if they could remake ethan’s burger. and when you looked back to ethan his cheeks were turning red with embarrassment and you were about to apologize if that bothered him, but he just set a hand over yours and said “thank you. wouldn’t have enjoyed my food as much.”
- chad is a spider-man FANBOY AND HE WILL DENY IT BUT ITS TRUE. and it makes ethan flustered.
“chad just say you want to date spider-man.” mindy teased her twin. you were sat beside ethan at the table and noted how his eyes widened at her comment. you couldn’t help your quiet chuckle while chad tried to defend himself. “fuck off, mindy. he just seems like a cool dude. saving the city, friendly with the civilians, probably could bench press a car, bet he gets all the ladies-“ “okay, okay chad. stop talking about your crush.” and ethan’s ears turned red. you leaned into his side and whispered in his ear, “chad is your hall pass if you want.” and ethan fully wanted to die.
- okay another symbiote moment. so in the Spectacular SM peter becomes the host for the goo and there’s a fight with him and the sinister six, but then we find out he was asleep and the symbiote was using him like a puppet. so same thing with ethan. he’s asleep at your house him the big spoon you the little spoon (he likes being little spoon when he’s had a ROUGH day) so you wake up sometime in the night and when you look at the time it shows 3:38am and ethan is not beside you. so you look around the place and he’s nowhere, it makes you worry and angry. he’s never left this late at night, he’s usually always beside you the next morning. so when he is back in bed later that morning you question him.
“ethan where were you?” voice scratching from just waking up. you turned over in your messy bed to face ethan’s sleep puffy face. he groaned and his brows scrunched, “what are you talking about?” voice thick and deep, and usually that’d make you smother ethan in kisses, but you reworded your question. “last night. you disappeared around 3:40, where’d you go?” hoping it wasn’t the answer you were conjuring up. he inhaled deeply, “i didn’t go anywhere. was here the whole night.” “okay, now your just gaslighting me. why? with some side chick who’s got the hots for spider-man?” (possible black cat mention🤔) ethan couldn’t help the huffed laugh and that made you frown further, “i’m serious ethan. were you with some other girl?” and that fully woke ethan up, “no! no, sweetheart i swear i didn’t go anywhere. i mean, maybe i had a sleep walking moment, but i swear i wouldn’t purposely leave you at night.” his eyes a panic as he reached his hands to your waist and pulled you closer. you weren’t sure if you fully believed him, but you knew with certainty by his voice that he wasn’t cheating on you. “you know, i had the weirdness dream.” “what kind of dream?” “i was in central park at night and i’m dressed in a black spider-man suit fighting off doc ock, electro, scorpion, and sandman. really fucking weird.” and when you checked your phone later that day to see video footage from last night showing the exact description ethan gave you, you knew something was wrong.
- okay okay, i need more fluff to balance this growing angst. for halloween the both of you did a couples costume of han solo and princess leia (god i’m so fucking lonely😭)
“should of done luke instead,” mindy randomly commented. you replied, “you do know luke and leia are siblings, right?” she shrugged her shoulders, “seems more like luke than a han.” ethan couldn’t help butting in now, “what’s that mean?” “i think you know, chanel boots.” and walked away leaving the two of you speechless.
- you want to adopt a puppy, ethan wants a cat. so you get a potted plant. it dies after a week. “we’re not gonna be good parents” ethan said seriously while you couldn’t help chuckling behind your hand.
- okay i gotta bring up the upside down kiss, COME ON!!!! so your walking down the alleyway of your apartment dropping off your trash (idk something for you to be in alley) and your kinda distracted until a web shoots at your shirt and gives a tug.
“ethan! i really like this shirt,” you whined while pulling at the sticking substance. he tugged you closer and his boyish giggles sang into your ears, “sorry, sorry. you were a bit zoned out, didn’t want to spook you.” “and this was better?” “…eh” you walk closer to there he’s hangin from a web upside down, “really embracing the spider, spider-man.” teasing how his feet sat on the webbing as he held tightly, “aren’t you gonna get light headed?” “no, doesn’t affect me anymore” “lucky bastard” he chuckled some more and you walked closer to be face to face. he was a bit lower, big eyes sitting near your chin. you raised your hands to hold the sides of his face feeling the raised bits of fabric on his mask. “you know, i’ve always wanted to kiss a superhero. kinda a wild fantasy that was hard to fulfill.” voice dropping to a seductive coo with your thumbs tracing over his masked cheeks. ethan was quiet and then, “well, what kind of hero would i be if i didn’t help a beautiful civilian?” his voice also lowered and the masked covered up any signs of red blooming atop his skin. “can i pull your mask up, spider-man?” (y’all be KINKY!!!!) “just over the nose, gotta keep my identity.” you bit into your bottom lip while smiling, “of course.” your fingers slipped below the seam of his mask and teasingly rolled it until only his chin, parted mouth, and tip of his nose were visible. “you have lovely lips.” something you say all the time to ethan. his upside down mouth smiled, “and they are pretty lonely. so if you could plant one on me sweetheart, i’d really appreciate that.” and who were you to deny the friendly neighborhood spider-man of such a request? it was definitely a bit weird with the new angle, but the two of you simple feel into your usual rhythm. (i don’t feel like describing it, i’m sorry) when you pulled away first slowly you kept your eyes closed, letting the lingering tingle wash over you. finally when you opened them and look at ethan he fully said, “that was hot. we gotta do that more often.” and you fully agree.
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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐬
⟡ breakup-sex hc’s feat. thoma, alhaitham, scaramouche, childe
⟡ warnings: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
⟡ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, angst, modern au!, creampie (thoma), right person wrong time trope (thoma), fingering (alhaitham), wall sex (alhaitham), mutual breakup (alhaitham), cumshot (alhaitham), reader has breasts (scaramouche), boobjob (scaramouche), squirting (scaramouche), cunnilingus (scaramouche), reader broke up with scara via text, jealousy (childe), drunk sex (childe), semi-public sex (childe), scummy ex!childe, unedited
“I put the rest of your stuff in a box near the door. Just knock when you finally get here. Don’t be late.”
You grumbled reading the text before sighing and getting out of your car. Marching up to his door, you dove your hands into your pockets trying to mask the frustration pounding against your chest.
You thought Alhaitham was the one, and you think, he did as well. You were ecstatic to move into his place, your tastes merging together in his own. Despite how smooth you thought it would be, one argument turned into multiple until the strain in your relationship was too bad to ignore. You both agreed to break things off but, you weren’t over him quite yet and that hurt.
As you knocked on the door, and paused hearing heavy footsteps on the other side. The door slowly opened revealing Alhaitham’s tall frame. He was wearing his reading glasses and some leisure attire he only wore around the house. His eyes narrowed toward you, yet there wasn’t any animosity in his eyes.
“Come in,” he murmured to your surprise as he opened the door further. Despite your mind screaming to just ask him for the box and leave, you found yourself stepping inside of your old home seeing the colder energy that the place used to not have.
“Do you want something? Water? Coffee?” he offered. You shook your head yes he grunted. Guiding you to the kitchen. He began to pour your drink, placing it on the table before sitting next to you with his own. The two of you sat in silence, sipping your respective drinks. You could only quirk your eyebrow noticing Alhaitham’s gaze lingered briefly on your lips.
You don’t know how it started, or what possessed either of you to indulge in each other but here you were, in the hallway, bruised lips pressing hard on one another as he ground his hardening cock into your core.
His nails dug into your hips grunting in your ear as his lips connected with your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. One hand snaked itself against the waistband of your pants, sliding itself beneath your panties and cupping your cunt. You gasped, nails harpooning themselves against Alhaitham’s broad back as his fingers sank inside of you—thumb lazily fondling your clit.
Your walls quivered as he scissored his fingers, stretching you out as he slowly pumped. You squirmed in his grip as he grunted with annoyance, hand grasping your waist tighter before you whined. He lifted his fingers up—digits coated with your slick—and popped them in his mouth, cleaning them off with his tongue.
He shimmied your pants and underwear down and follow suit, letting his heavy cock slap against his covered abdomen. He lifted your leg up as you call out his name in shock, sliding his cock along your folds to gather up the slick drooling out of you.
“What? Don’t act all shy now,” he whispered in your ear before plunging himself inside of you. You cry out feeling the dull pain of being stretched out as he inched deeper and deeper. Once bottoming out a low moan drifted off his lips feeling your walls pulsate and massage his length.
His hand left your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass with a tight squeeze before he began to thrust. Your body shivered, hearing his noises as if he deliberately wanted you to hear just how you made him.
“Fuck…I missed you, I missed this cunt…but you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he grunted, brushing against the spongy spot inside of you. Your head leaned into the wall, clinging onto him tighter as you tried to widen your shaky legs to get him to hit that spot again and again.
“H-aitham..! Haitham,” you stammered, nails racking his back as he sucked a breath in. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, walls caving down as you finally reached your high struggling to keep your feet up. Alhaitham cursed under his breath closing his eyes as he quickly slide his cock out, pumping himself a few times before groaning—thick white ropes of cum splattering on your lower stomach.
He let your leg down, steading you, as he tried to catch his own breath. You closed your eyes, leaning against his chest.
“I don’t fucking get you sometimes and I don’t think I ever will.”
You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth and you knew he loved you too. The only issue was how much time he spent away. Dates canceling, coming home infrequently—his duty as the Kamisato retainer was straining him. And even when he had the time to attend to his duties as your boyfriend, you could see the bags under his strained eyes, trying his best for you not to see the cracks and desperation of rest he needed.
You loved Thoma. That was the honest truth; therefore, you needed to let him go.
As the words left your mouth, it seemed the world silenced. Thoma sat on the couch, hand covering his mouth as his eyes stared off into space, watering from your declaration. Your heart lurched in your chest.
“Thoma, you know I love you. You can’t prioritize us right now, and that’s okay. I understand what Ayaka and Ayato mean to you and how important it is for you be fully committed to your responsibilities,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his cheek. He let his hand leave his face, tears beginning to cascade down his now-flushed cheeks.
“Then please…” he whispered. You gently shook your head, wiping the tear away.
“You know I can’t for now…” you whispered back. Just as you were about to get up and let Thoma grieve his love for you in peace, he shot up pressing his lips into your own. Desperation, passion, and longing—those three emotions strongly swirling in that kiss, but yet, you found yourself kissing him back.
As he tightly gripped your waist, the two of your bodies fell onto the bed with a soft thud. Your hands wandered up, lifting Thoma’s shirt off of him, breaking the kiss momentarily before connecting right back again. One by one, articles of clothing fell down leaving you two in the nude, clinging onto each other.
Thoma’s lips trailed down your neck, hand drifting up and brushing against your slit as you shivered. His thumb drifted up, pressing down on your clit, garnering a gasp from you. Slick drooled out of you as he continuously circled and flicked on the bundle of nerves.
Smearing your arousal along your inner thighs, Thoma grabs his half-hardened cock pumping it a few times before lining himself up. His tip slid between your folds, brushing against your clit as he grunts in slight frustration before he finally pressed himself to your opening and sank inside of you.
A breathy moan of your name escapes Thoma’s lips, weaving your hands with his—cock slipping deeper, feeling your walls squeeze and tighten. Lifting his face from the nape of your neck, his nose brushed against yours—green eyes sorrowful as he slowly thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his thin waist gripping his hands tighter as he plunged himself steady and deliberate, hitting every spot he knew would unravel you.
Your back arched, body shivered in pleasure as you finally reached your high. Your walls spasmed and tightened against him as his own release would arrive soon. Shutting his eyes and desperately pressing your lips against yours once more to drown out his moan, Thoma’s hips halted—ropes of his cum spurting inside of you.
Thoma placed his sweaty forehead against yours and closed his eyes. Sliding his cock out of you where his cum was slowly seeping down, his arms wrapped around your form underneath him.
“...Just let me hold you one last time before you go.”
When Childe broke up with you, it hurt your pride and your heart. You didn’t think of yourself as a vindictive person, but when you had the opportunity to temporarily forget about him and how someone practically worshipped you for the night—you didn’t say no.
You didn’t expect to see him at the club, your eyes meeting with shock. Your eyes narrowed to the person he was dancing with, arm around their waist as he ground behind them. Rolling your eyes with a scoff, you walked away from the dancefloor and towards a corner in the back where you could process the situation better.
“Fuck,” you grunted in frustration in debate. You didn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stand seeing that. Just as you were about to decide to try another bar, your ex approached you with a smirk, leaning against the wall.
“Funny seeing you here. Is that D-rank boytoy crawling around,” he teased with a strained smile. You scoffed rolling your eyes and crossing your arms.
“No, but don’t let that stop you from putting your cock inside your stupid fling, I was just leaving,” you grunted. Childe grabbed your wrist, leaning down. That infuriating smirk was still on his lips.
“Aww, come on. Let’s catch up a bit. Don’t you miss me…” he whispered in your ear, causing your body to shiver. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you were sure your own buzz was messing with your judgment yet, you couldn’t help following into the empty bathroom.
Quickly checking each stall was empty, Childe locked the door and moved the trashcan in front of it. He grabbed your waist, moving you on the empty counter before pressing his clothed hardened cock against your core.
“You see what you do to me….? I think you forgot just how wild we got together,” he murmured, drifting your underwear down your thighs. His fingers grazed along your slit as you whined, moving your hips to try to get him to brush against your throbbing clit. He chuckled watching as his finger slowly dripped with the same slick beginning to drip from you.
Wiping it down his slacks, he quickly freed himself—slapping the tip of his cock against your clit. You moaned as he finally stopped bullying the nub, pressing his cock along your opening before sinking inside of you.
“Fuck, just like how I remember it,” he grunted, sliding deeper and deeper before he finally bottomed out. Sliding out briefly, you choke out feeling him plunge his cock back in hard and fast. His pace was relentless, lewd noises drifting throughout the bathroom.
You closed your eyes as he grabbed your chin. His eyes were much colder than before, smugness replaced by jealousy.
“No. You have to watch everything I’m doing to you. I’m not going to let you forget how well my cock made you writhe so many nights. No one can fuck you as well I can, including that stupid boytoy you decided to fuck,” he grunted, plowing himself inside of you.
You whined out his name, walls fluttered down as he soon changed his angle to find your favorite spot. As he brushed by it deliberately, You clung tighter to him calling out his name repeatedly.
“There! There! There! There!” you rambled out. You squirmed, a breathy moan escaping from your lips as you reached your high. Your spasming walls made it harder for Childe to thrust, pace getting closer and sloppier.
Just as you thought he was about to spill out, Childe quickly left your tight, warm cunt, he rapidly pumped his cock—tip leaning towards your underwear. With a grunt, white globs of his cum shot out filling your once-clean underwear with his essence. He chuckled, quickly pulling them up as you gasp, feeling the warmth of his cum as he pulled his softening cock into his briefs and pulled his pants up to fasten them.
Not paying you much mind, he walked towards the door moving the trashcan and unlocking it before pausing.
“When you get some sense, call me,” he grunted, walking out of the bathroom.
Your eyes kept reading your text message to Scaramouche over and over again. You know you were kind of a dick for breaking up via text because you feared confrontation from your usual grumpy ex-boyfriends, but the fact he left you on read made you nervous. He always had something to say, wanting to have the last word in every argument—so this, was nerve-wracking.
You hear your doorbell echo throughout your apartment as you sighed and walked over to the door, expecting a package only to gasp in horror seeing Scaramouche standing there—arms crossed, glaring at you.
“Through text? Really? Really?!” he yelled out, storming inside your apartment. You sighed and closed the door; you should have known better. As you turn to see him seething you noticed how bloodshot his eyes were, he must have been crying not too long ago.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t know how to break it to you!” you responded. Scaramouche scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“So you think our 3 years can be over through a fucking text!? Are you that much of a coward?! I think I deserved more than a fucking text message!” he shouted. Your eyes drifted away in guilt, crossing your own arms against your chest.
“Fuck! Okay! You’re right. You didn’t deserve that. But, I’m not happy with our relationship! Fucking—.” You took a sigh to compose yourself momentarily. “I don’t feel like you ever give a damn about me so I didn’t think it would be that bad to break up via text.”
Scaramouche remained silent, sucking on his tooth before letting out a low, sarcastic laugh before slowly marching towards you. You felt like a rabbit eyeing the ferocious might of a wolf.
“Don’t care? I don’t care?! Your joking right?! Do you even fathom how much I love you…!” he murmured, close to your face. The two of you glared down at one another waiting for the other one to respond only to gasp as Scaramouche connected his lips with yours and to his surprise, you didn’t push him away and deepened the kiss.
Things quickly found their way to the bedroom as Scaramouche roughly pushed you down on the bed before lifting his shirt off. Just as you were going to do the same, Scaramouche grabbed your wrist to stop you.
“No. Do you even realize you’re wearing my shirt right now? The audacity you have to break up with me while wearing that shit,” he grunted, nipping at your ear before leaning up. He undid the buckle of his jeans and zipped down the zipper, pulling down his jeans and boxers to reveal his twitching cock.
“You don’t get to enjoy my cock like that,” he grunted, gripping his length and pumping it. Scaramouche lifted you slightly up before letting his cock brush between the mounds of your chest. His cock was hot and heavy, tip budding with precum that began to smear across your torso. His hands grabbed your breasts, thumbs brushing against your pebbling nipples before pressing them together, between his cock.
“Hold your tits like this,” he grunted as you obeyed. You gasped feeling your bottoms come off, exposing your wet cunt. Scaramouche clicked his tongue, pressing his thumb against your clit and drawing tight circles on it.
You whined when his hips began to thrust between your breast as he let out a shaky moan. His cock trembled with every thrust as his pace began to get faster. He cursed under his breath, pausing his ministrations on your clit as he shut his eyes to enjoy the soft mounds of your chest.
“Fuck. Shit—” he cursed out. You softly yelped as cum shot out, hitting your chin and bottom lip. Globs of his cums stained his shirt you were wearing as he bit his lip to muffle his whine. As he slowly came from his high, he sighed moving down and nibbling at your inner thighs.
“You don’t fucking deserve this but I’m not cruel enough to leave you on the edge,” he grumbled. Your hands shot to his hair as his lips connected with the bud of your clit, lapping it up roughly and sucking on it. As his tongue swirled and flicked, your legs shook and pressed themselves against Scaramouche’s head.
His eyes were cold seeing you squirm against his mouth before it faltered, as a rush of liquid hit his tongue as you arched your back. He drank as much as he could grabbing your thighs to hold you down before you finally began to calm down from your intense climax.
“Made you squirt for the first time heh,” he laughed to himself. “Too bad it’ll be the last.”
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You cant run from me.
Day 2 of Kink-spooktober.
Prompts: Friday the 13th and against a wall
Obito/Tobi(just a little) play predator and prey. You get chased by a guy in a mask and then fucked against a wall.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
You were running through the forest as fast as your feet could take you, fleeing away from the man chasing you. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stopped to take a momentary breath.
Then you heard in the distance "y/n-chaaaaann~ I'm going to find you, I'm going to CATCH YOU~"
Tobi's silly voice called out in a sing song tone.
You knew what would happen if he caught you and you weren't ready for that.
You started to run again, this time taking to the trees, hopping from branch to branch as quick as your body could take you.
In the distance you saw a abandoned building that would be perfect to hide in.
Summoning a shadow clone you sent it running further into the forest, leaving footprints in the ground to throw Tobi off.
Using all the ninja stealth you possessed you snuck into the building, finding a closet and hiding in it.
You heard Tobi calling for you again, this time closer than before. Your willed your heart to settle and tried to suppress as much of your charkra as possible.
That's when you heard soft footfalls on the concrete floors and a giggle "I know you're in here y/n-chan~"
The footsteps grew louder and closer until they were right outside the door of where you were hiding "you can never hide from me, y/n. Never escape from me" echoed in the room with a deep voice. Obito.
The chase was over, you were cornered like a rat.
The door flung open, wrenching off of the hinges and there stood Tobi or as only you knew, Obito.
He stood before you menacingly, looking down at your smaller form pressed up against the wall of the closet.
You could see his sharingan active through the hole in his mask, he was taking you in, all of you. Your heightened heart rate, the way your breasts rose and fell with each breath you took, the sweat beading at your hairline and even the arousal between your legs.
Obito stepped into the closet, pressing his big hard body against yours, pressing you harder against the wall.
His hand gripped your jaw firmly, leaning down to meet your eyes "did you REALLY think you could escape me? That I would let you go?"
Pressing his masked face against your neck and whispered in your ear "I think I have to remind you why you belong at my side, how only I can make you feel, refresh your memory of the new world we plan to create"
You moaned at his words and gasp as he roughly turns you so your front is pressed against the wall, then he unceremoniously grabs your pants and pulling them down.
You can't help but press your ass out and into his crotch, you can feel his hard cock trapped in his pants.
Obito's pressed two fingers between your legs and chuckled darkly when he felt how wet you were for him.
"Even your body knows you belong with me. Feel how wet and welcoming your body is to me."
He gripped the back of your head and pressed your face hard against the wall and started to finger you with his two thick fingers, then a third. He picked up speed and fingered you hard until you were just about to cum before removing his hand from inside you. You whined loudly, your legs shaking begging for more.
You heard his pants fall to his feet, he moved his mask to the side and began to suck and bite at your neck before pulling away and whispering "bad girls who run away are only allowed to cum on my cock"
Then you felt the soft head of his cock rub against your wetness, your body jolted and you moaned as he teased your clit a little before he pressed into the opening of your pussy and bottomed out in one thrust and held himself there.
You both groaned out in pleasure. Your heightened arousal from being denied and your pussy clenching around the intrusion had you cum within moments.
Taking his hand from your head he gripped your hair pulling your head back and growled in your ear "I will chase you until the end of the world, you will never escape me. You will stand by my side while we end this cruel world"
With those words he started to thrust hard and fast into you, you had to press your hands against the wall to stop yourself from being plowed into the wall.
Your legs were quivering, your pussy too but he did not let up. You felt yourself fall over the ledge again. Momentarily lost in an orgasmic haze you barely recognise him praising you.
You're unable to hold back the moans that you release with each thrust.
Obito presses his body against your back, pressing you into the wall again, an arm coming around your waist to lift you off of the ground so that he could get better leverage as he started to fuck you hard, lifting you off his cock and dropping you back down.
The change of position created a new sensation and you lean back into him, your head on his shoulder, he bites your neck again causing you to cum again.
He wraps an arm around your chest matching the one around your waist and presses a kiss to the side of your face and moans in your ear "one more, y/n-chan. One more"
Obito holds you tightly as he plows into your pussy hard and fast, his hips stuttering. Your legs dangling off the ground with each thrust, your pleasure mounting again, causing you to grip his arms and cry out his name.
You cum on his cock again and with this one he follows you into your own, falling against you and against the wall. You both pant loudly catching your breaths and he pulls out of you before lowering your feet to the ground, turning you around and pulling you against his chest.
"we need to do that again, 'bito. That was so much fun" you say nuzzling into his chest.
"Mmm we do. We will" he murmurs against the top of your head.
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