#i know that i know better n i'm above this pain but.. it still hurts n i just curse my humanity
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Arthur Morgan Teaches You How to Ride Him
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dick riding, guidance, encouragement, inexperience, age-gap
A/N: Can we all agree that he is the hottest cowboy dilf?
"You wanna sit on there nice and slow sweetheart. Know you're eager for it but don't hurt yourself now." That was funny coming from the man who was just in a bar fight. You can still see the bruising on his knuckles and see where his lip was split. "Did seeing me fight do it for you? So wet down there, I'm thinking it just might've."
"It's not the fight I promise you." Maybe a little but more of it was Arthur's charm and boldness. And how delicately he treated you. Sure you knew he could give you a rough pounding, enough to potentially break the bed but he was set on teaching you something new today.
Today was a riding lesson. Dick riding to be exact.
You tried to take him in right away, which proved a little painful even with how slick you were. You balanced yourself on your knees above his hips, your pussy touching the red tip of his cock, hands on his chest, feeling the chest hair and the scars from knives and bullets. This sounded much easier then it proved to be when he suggested it.
"I might not be as young as I used to be but I'll still throw my fists for a pretty young lady's honor." Arthur wanted to protect you as much as he wanted to corrupt your mind with all sorts of sinful ideas, such as meeting him night after night, sneaking out just to fuck him, "Besides I reckon none of those wannabe tough guys back there could teach you half the things I know. Ain't that right baby?" His hands pushed you down with the right amount that you felt the pressure, but not enough to bruise as the cockhead pushed just past your entrance. "There we go, right where my cock should be. Now I want you to start rolling your hips downwards, slowly, until you're able to fit the whole thing inside there."
Your hips started moving, breath hitching with every inch of his cock that you managed to take. You've taken it plenty of times in the past but you were never the one on top, and even with this newfound control you had over the movements you thought it better to listen to Arthur's advice then take him all at once. Instead on the feeling of lust you focused on how his cock stretched you open more and more, causing you to tighten and release around him, looking at his smile which grew wider and wider until settling on a permanent grin when you took his whole length.
"Atta girl." With his feet firmly planted on the bed Arthur folded his arms behind his head to enjoy himself to the fullest. "Gotta say I'm real comfy like this."
"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, Arthur?" A big, satisfied smile split across your face. Your hips were still touching him when you tried wiggling around a bit, feeling every inch of his twitching cock, perfectly angled to hit your deepest spots, "Can you tell how good you make me feel too?"
"I'd be worried if I didn't. You're gonna need to go up slowly, repeat the sliding until it goes in smoothly for you, then you can start to pick up the pace. Be sure to keep your balance too, because sometimes," He pushed his hips upwards, making you moan his name along with a deep whimper, "you might get yourself a surprise or two."
Nodding you let his body settle back down and you on top of him again, filled with his cock and the new found confidence that you could make him feel just as good as he made you feel.
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Could you maybe write something with Alastor and reader,
and reader gets hurt in the extermination and he cares for her? And maybe like she takes a nap on his lap and he just sorta falls asleep right next to her?
a/n: hello!! i sort of got carried away with this one and made it more sappy than i originally intended, but i hope you still like it! for context: the reader stepped into battle when alastor was hurt by adam and this is the aftermath :) hurt/comfort and fluff!
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Alastor has been eerily quiet since returning to the newly-rebuilt hotel, sutures and bandages in hand.
All his belongings, including his beloved cane, have been cast aside in lieu of medical supplies to be split between you. One measly box worth of gauze and sanitizing wipes. Definitely nothing to gawk at, but good enough.
He's stripped his shirt without any exchange of words. You know his silent request, too prideful to ask for your help verbally but desperation clear in his expression.
"Is this the only spot?" You ask, slowly stringing a suture through his skin. He hisses in pain—his only response. The demon doesn't even gratify you with his eyes anymore, opting to stare off into space as if his mind has taken a vacation elsewhere.
You frown but continue delicately stitching him, piecing him together until he's whole again. His back hits the dresser as he leans on it, body instinctively trying to crawl away from the stinging of the needle. Finally, you knot the end of the sutures and sigh in relief, reaching over to get something to clean the area.
"I'm glad this whole fiasco is over," you comment softly, knowing it won't make him look at you. "With their leader gone, maybe the angels will finally—"
"You disobeyed me," he suddenly snaps. "Why?"
You pause in your movements, blinking up at Alastor while he glowers at you. His eyes narrow into slits, half out of anger and half in a grimace.
"You were cornered. I couldn't just sit by and—"
"I told you to stay out of it," he interrupts again, slapping away your hand. You gasp, alcohol wipe hitting the floor beside you. Defiantly, you challenge him with a glare of your own.
"I'm trying to help, asshole!"
"I know, I know!" He explodes, obviously frustrated. "And look where it got you!"
He pinches your chin to tilt your head up toward him, rotating your face around so he can observe your wounds. A cut lip, a bruising eye—horrible reminders that sinners could be hurt. And you were no more of a sinner than he, much less an Overlord who knew the shape of a soul.
"You risked your life by intervening! What if you had been struck down, you fool?"
Alastor's voice is all panic and no composure, missing any semblance of that accent which is so beloved to him. You know he's telling you exactly what he feels, true emotions unburdened by the character he built for himself in the afterlife.
"So be it! It's no less a fate than what would have happened to you!" You emphasize by jabbing your finger just above his wounded abdomen, careful not to agitate his fresh stitches.
Wincing, he goes silent. It's unnerving how quiet it is again. You've gotten so used to the ambient buzz of his static, but with it missing, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck pricking up in unease.
He still hasn't released your face, clawed fingers pinching your chin and holding you in place. It isn't until he feels the wetness of your tears pooling at the pads of his fingers that he recoils in surprise.
Sighing, he twists over to open new packs of wipes. You stay still while he carefully cleans your face, ignoring your little whelps of pain the best he can.
Once the blood is gone, he pauses. Then, his fingers gingerly wipe under your eyes, swiping away the globs of tears spilling down your cheeks.
You are pitiful right now, he thinks. Though he probably looks no better.
"I'm sorry," you hiccup. "I don't mean to make you worry."
His expression softens, though his viscous smile remains. You can see it in his eyes—something genuine buried beneath his act.
"I don't want you to die," you admit quietly.
"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear."
You laugh dryly, wiping up your tears on your own with your bloodied sleeves.
"But you almost did. What would I do without you?"
The question is rhetorical, but something vile still swirls violently in your stomach at the idea. As if knowing what's going through your mind, he grabs you by the cheeks and forces you to meet his stare again.
"Not another word out of you," he demands.
His gaze flicks to the bruising under your eye, flesh already discoloured and swelling. "Got a remedy?" You grumble.
Alastor shakes his head but leans in anyway, pressing a chaste kiss just below the swelling. His lips linger on your skin for a moment before he pulls away, amused by your stunned expression.
He invades your space again, this time kissing the crown of your head. Speaking into your hair, he whispers, "I will be more careful. I promise."
"And I'll think before charging into battle after you," you chuckle softly, overwhelmed by his warmth.
Slowly, he tugs you along and sits you on the sofa. He brushes the hair from your eye and takes the opportunity to look at it under better lighting. Just like that, he vanishes, melting into the shadows. When he reappears in front of you, he has cold packs. In a place so warm, they are of little use. But they are better than nothing, he supposes.
Groaning in pain, he seats himself beside you and allows you to slot under his arm. Two demons seeking comfort and companionship curled up together—any other Overlord would laugh.
But Alastor knows what it means to be loved, to have someone who would stand in front of a lethal blow for him, to be stitched back together by your hands.
In the safety of each others' presence, you both fall asleep with the faint hum of static filling the air.
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The Things I Never Said: Part 2
Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Summary: upon learning about your pregnancy simon thinks there are things he needs to take care of.
Word Count: 1.2k
Tw: Angst, fluff, hurt with a lot of comfort, banter. The task force is there for you💞 i think that's it✨
A/N: here it is, i never planned a second part so forgive me if it's not as good! Still hope you like it. Already working on a request that's similar to this one🐸✨ thank you so much for all the support. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome🩵
Masterlist✨ | Part 1 | Part 3
Simon pulls you closer to his body, one arm draped over your form and hand resting on your stomach. The storm is raging outside, the thunder startles you every five minutes. You stay there in complete silence as the realization of this whole thing settles in your minds. He wants you to be safe now more than ever that's why when he's reliving the events of the day it hits him. He had thought the worst, that you were abandoning him, that you got tired of him. Simon would never say this to you but losing you would be the end of him. Enraged and with his heart racing he had hopped on his motorcycle. The soft caressing of his fingers stops abruptly, body going rigid behind you. You turn your face in worry.
"Simon?" You call him. You were beginning to fall asleep. "What is it?"
"That fuckin' muppet." He snarls. "I was so caught up in you leaving that I'd forgotten he hit you. That cunt... fucking Christ." He sits. "Let me see." He lifts your shirt just above your belly with gentle hands.
"Love, I'm... it's fine." Simon sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes land on the bruised area of your skin.
"What did the doctor say?" He demands, eyes somber.
"She said i should stay in bed for a few days and to not lift heavy things or you know just... overwork myself."
Simon rubs his eyes with the heel of his hands, disgruntled.
"This is on me... my bloody fault"
"Hey, stop now." You stand up, coming to a sitting position to mirror his stance. "You didn't know." Soft hands fall on both sides of his face. "I should've told you before this happened, if anything this is on me."
"If something happened to you i would never forgive myself, kid. Lie down. You need to rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
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Simon's been waiting for this day since the incident. You're still at home, recovering from what could've ended with you in a hospital bed and a broken heart.
"You sure about this, Sir?" Gaz asks, worried about what might happen. "It's just training right?"
"Just training." Simon's eyes are set on that bastard. Craning his neck he steps on the sparring mat. As much as he wanted to go find him and kill him he couldn't do such thing. But after the images that flooded his mind made him realize how dangerous it had been. What could potentially have happened the rage within him is boiling his blood. And now he needs somebody to pay the price. Choices have consequences and he nearly had a painful one. If he had insisted just more...
Breathing harshly he looks him in the eye. Poor muppet doesn't know what's coming for him. He stands there confidently, thinking he has a chance against Ghost. Not Simon, the man only she gets the chance to see.
This is Ghost about to fight.
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For some reason you decided to stop by the local pastry shop and bring something for the task force. You're feeling much better so that's why you're walking down the corridor of the military compound. With a shirt that's nearly too oversized a pair of combat boots and a cap. You figured you could have these outside of the base and enjoy a nice day with your teammates. You missed them already. Since Simon had been reluctant to leave your side, and you loved it that's for sure, but he wouldn't let you do much as simple tasks like washing the dishes or doing the laundry.
Walking past the doors you're greeted with loud cheering and yelling at the two men in the middle of the mat. Your smile quivers until you process the scene in front of you. Not surprised, not worried. He's gonna be just fine. The other poor boy... Price is the first to notice you, approaching you in three long strides. He had decided to stop by and watch, that's how they sort things out.
"Here, let me help you with that." He takes most of the desserts from your hands, scrutinizing your features with slight concern. Your eyes glued to Simon's hulking body. "I'm gonna assume he doesn't know you're here. Shouldn't you be resting?"
"I'm not on duty, Captain."
"I'm not asking as your Captain but as a friend."
You turn to face him with the ghost of a smile on your lips.
"I'm feeling better so I wanted to see you all, maybe we could have these together as soon as Simon is done with his personal grudge."
Price chuckles. Reluctant to see the rest of the fight, you keep talking to John until it comes to an end. More cheers and clapping echoing around the place. You take a quick glance and get a glimpse of the younger soldier limping while he plops down on a near bench, his teammates gathered around him holding a towel out for him to clean up his face. Footsteps approach you and Price, Simon's frowning behind the mask you can tell by the way the corner of his eyes wrinkle.
"Hey little lady!" Soap greets you with a big smile, hugging you tightly. "Heard you got all knocked up!"
"For fucks sake, Johnny!" Gaz scolds him. "Have some more respect for the girl."
Johnny rolls his eyes feigning annoyance letting Kyle hug you too.
"Don't bet mad at him. We all know why he had to do it." He whispers before pulling away.
When Simon joins you, you're aware of what's coming.
"You're out of bed." He points out, blankly.
"It's been almost a week. As long as I don't lift heavy things I'll be alright. Remember?" You speak back. You reach out for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. The rest of the team silently walks away to the outside giving you some privacy. Simon studies you, all of you. There's a spark of worry in his blue eyes that you don't like. "Don't worry about me anymore."
He pulls you closer, arms wrapping around your shoulders as he inhales deeply.
"Is that my shirt, doll?" He asks in a hushed tone. You chuckle, burying your face in his chest.
"I missed you, and it smells like you." Simon prompts you softly to start walking outside and join the rest. "You're not hurt, are you?" You stare up at him.
"Don't you worry about me, he wasn't able to land one single hit, love."
You pull him down kissing over the black balaclava where his lips would be.
"I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for not telling you Simon." You sigh.
"I understand now why you didn't, kid. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself for not making you feel safe enough to tell me. If anything I'm to blame."
"Is there any chance I may touch your belly?" Soap asks as soon as you sit down next to him.
"Yes." You reply with a wide smile.
"No." Simon growls at the same time.
"Jesus! I suppose that naming the child after me is also off the table?"
"Absolutely."
A round of laughs echoing around and along the backyard. Your eyes scanning every person gathered in this very moment. Loyalty, admiration, respect and love.
A family of your own that would soon get a new addition.
"What if it's a beautiful girl?" Gaz interrogates.
Everyone goes silent.
"Fucking hell." Simon whispers.
He's fucked.
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blessing
ੈ✩ yuuta okkotsu x reader
ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni, ageless + blank blogs will be blocked), unprotected sex, soft dom!yuuta, dacryphilia, oral sex, overstimulation, delayed orgasms, he's a little mean, slight yandere vibes because. it's yuuta.
ੈ✩ wc: 1.1k
ੈ✩ a/n: i'm on my soft dom!yuuta agenda. i also can't write him without feeling fucking insane
yuuta okkotsu is a gentleman. he holds the door open for you, gives you his jacket when you’re cold, has your ramen order memorized. everything about him is gossamer-soft, too. the cadence of his speech, the lithe way he moves, even though his lankiness has been replaced with lean muscle since you first met him.
yuuta okkotsu is gentle. just not when he fucks you.
it’s ironic, though, because his tone is still gentle. the rasp of his voice is low, quietly masculine, haunting, but still full of adoration. it’s alluring more than anything. he reminds you of the vampires you used to lust over from your childhood fantasy books. dark hair, dark eyes.
the essence of him is unfathomable to you — you can’t find the word for it, but it’s something akin to eve’s apple. how tempting he is, how much you’d let him ruin you, bruise the fruit of your flesh with his teeth.
he tells you to open your mouth. at the moment, he’s in between your legs, mouth slick with your cum, and he reaches to set his fingers onto your tongue. a small push and you choke on the taste of yourself.
it’s dirty. but when it’s yuuta, it purifies you. makes you his angel. you believe him like a god when he tells you as such.
“so sweet, don’t you think?” he murmurs. “my sweet girl. the best girl, yeah?”
“yes,” you cry.
he’s coaxed at least three orgasms from you in the past hour with his mouth and fingers alone. with bliss also comes pain, and the way he coos your name and calls you his good fucking girl feels like a divine reward in itself. he licks your tears, pride swelling in his chest.
“how about another for me, huh, baby?” he bites into the meat of your thigh as he circles your clit with his fingertip again, chuckling at the way you shake.
“i—i can’t."
“can’t?” yuuta raises a brow. he looks beautiful in between your legs. there’s something oddly terrifying about it despite how beautiful. “i know you can. i know you will.”
“yuuta, please—”
“you’ve done it before, haven’t you? usually take whatever i give you, every fucking time, right?”
“s’too much,” you sob.
he tuts. rounds his full lips into a taunting pout.
“want my cock, then, don’t you? poor girl, you should’ve just asked.”
(you couldn’t have. you know better.)
“please, please—”
you don’t even get to finish begging before he’s buried inside you. pushed to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix with bruising force. he wipes away your tears as if he isn’t the cause of them.
“too rough?”
“n-no.”
but it hurts. it hurts in the way it feels too good, too sensitive after the amount he’s made you cum. he hasn’t even been inside you for a full minute and you already feel the ache in your abdomen ready to burst into flames.
the sweet nothings he whispers into your temple are loving and affectionate, but the way he rolls his hips into you is mean. he has his hand snake up to squeeze your breast, nicking your nipple with the grit of his teeth just so he can hear you mewl like a wounded kitten. it’s one of his favorite sounds.
his palm settles on your neck after, gentle still despite his other hand nearly bruising the fat above your hip.
he knows you’re close from the way your eyes blank out, glazed over in bliss as he tightens his hand around your throat.
“close, baby, i’m—”
and then the bastard stops. chuckles against your jaw at the way you cry as he thrusts into you so agonizingly slow. unsteady. taunting.
“yuuta!”
“’m sorry baby, did you wanna cum? i just thought you wanted me to hold out for longer. it’s nice like this, see?”
“fuck, yuu—”
“that’s not very nice,” he grins. he ruts into you extra hard, just once.
“that’s not what i meant,” you whine.
“wanna cum? just ask.”
you know you can’t just ask. you know he means he wants you to beg.
“pleasemakemecum, please, please!”
“yeah, why should i?”
“’cause ‘m your girl,” you slur. he loves you like this. wet mouth all slack, cheeks flushed like a nymph in a baroque painting.
he pulls out, then, drawing out another moan from you, just to flip you over onto your stomach. your hair is bunched up into his fist while his teeth are on your shoulder. when you feel him again, your walls full of him, you feel even dizzier than before.
“yeah, my good fucking girl,” he groans against your skin. “so good. so sweet to me.”
yuuta has never been an apostle of hedonism. he’s always reserved himself, the parts of him that wanted, thinking that his love and devotion would only curse other people.
when you came along and loved him so irrevocably, he felt reborn. drunk on pleasure. being with you makes him realize that it’s okay to take. he deserves it, doesn’t he, after everything?
you have him on a leash and you don’t even know. it’s why he likes to play with you so cruelly like this — to have his cake and eat it, too. because the way he controls you in the oasis of your bedroom, the way he marks you up and swallows you down like honey — it’s what you want as much as him. and he’d rather die than not give you everything you want. even if he’s a little mean.
if he was a curse of a boy, you were his blessing.
“yuuta, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. as you clutch the bedsheets, he covers your hand with his, engulfing it, entangling your fingers together. “cum with me, please—”
he wants to open his mouth to speak, anything to push you over the edge, but he’s as breathless as you are. consumed in your skin, in your cunt. he pulls your face toward his, instead, swallowing down your moans as he spills inside of you. you convulse, your orgasm like a lightning strike.
yuuta laughs softly against your mouth and soothes the bruised parts of you with his palms gently.
“you were so mean today,” you sigh.
“i’m sorry, baby,” he says, nuzzling your neck. “had a bad day, but i feel much better now. let me run you a bath, okay?”
you hum dreamily as your lover leaves you. the fuzz in your head satiates you. empty-minded except for him. and when he has you in warm water, hands washing your wet hair, yuuta feels blessed. baptized in tenderness.
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munch! spencer, reader with migraine, spencer reads something about how orgasms can help with pain
꩜ warning!: this post is +18!!! mdni!
꩜ word count: 1.6k (got a little carried away;-;)
꩜ A/N: honestly i don't rlly like this but hopefully it's good enough :,)
You let out a quiet groan in pain as you squinted your eyes at the tv, trying to watch your favourite show but the light from the screen only made your throbbing headache worse, to the point it was almost unbearable.
"Another migraine?" Spencer asked quietly from the other end of the sofa as he looked up from his book, keeping his voice low so as to not make it any worse. You just nodded, holding your head in your hand and letting your eyes close, feeling slight relief from the light no longer beaming into your eyes.
You didn't get migraines all that often but when you did they could be pretty bad and Spencer hated seeing you in pain and hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to fix it even more, or so he thought. He'd spent hours researching ways to alleviate your pain after your last migraine, which got so bad that it practically debilitated you and you couldn't do anything but sit in a darkened room for hours until it passed.
After reading countless articles and blogs a unanimous opinion was that an orgasm relieves a large amount of the pain, one woman going as far to say that hers was completely gone afterwards. Honestly the remedy was a complete win-win, he'd be able to help you and make you feel better and he'd also get to do his absolute favourite thing at the same time, which just so happened to be eating you out.
"Do you want me to help?" Spencer suggested, laying his book down on your coffee table and turning to face you, a slightly excited feeling bubbling in his chest.
"Remember nothing worked last time, Spence" you murmured, sighing at the realisation that you'd probably end up back in your bedroom, cocooned under blankets for your unforeseeable future. You felt Spencer shift closer to you and you could practically feel the excitement radiating from him, knowing that meant he'd found some scientific way to help you and wanted to try it.
"I researched a lot about migraines and how to help you since the last one and the method that came up almost every time was that a sexual release would alleviate a large amount of the pain and i was thinking maybe..." he didn't even have to finish his sentence for you to know what he was thinking, as soon as he uttered the word "sexual" you knew what he had in mind.
"You seriously think it'll work?" Your tone was hopeful and you were prepared to try anything at this point, feeling your pain slowly worsen the more time went on. you'd tried almost every other remedy you'd been suggested by friends and nothing had worked even a little and painkillers did nothing for you no matter how many you took.
"It's worth a try," Spencer smiled, resting his hand on your lower back. you knew he wasn't just doing this for himself, it was just convenient that he loved nothing more than to be buried between your legs.
"Alright, but if this doesn't work I'm not gonna be happy" you were only half serious, you were happy to let Spencer run his little experiment, considering that if it did work, you'd both not have a migraine anymore and would have had an incredible orgasm, so either way, you got something out of the experience.
You watched as Spencer moved to turn off the TV, leaving just a lamp on so that it was light enough that he could still see but dark enough that it wouldn't hurt your head so much.
You quickly hooked your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pants, lifting your hips to tug them down over your ass and slide them down your legs, kicking them to the side to deal with later as Spencer moved to eagerly kneel in front of you, placing his hands behind your knees and leaning down to press a chaste kiss just above your left knee.
You smiled as you slowly spread your legs apart, watching Spencer's eyes glint with anticipation. You already knew the drill—moving to place your legs over his shoulders the way he liked it and shifting forward on the sofa to give him better access.
Spencer didn't waste any time with teasing, reminding himself that this wasn't for him, no matter how much he enjoyed it; this was an attempt to alleviate your pain.
You let out a sigh as you felt his warm tongue lick a bold stripe up your folds before he circled your clit, moaning quietly at your taste that he'd grown to love so much.
You tangled your fingers in his hair as he buried his face deeper into you, urging your thighs apart to lap at your pussy, your quiet whines and moans egging him on as he took your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking at your sensitive nub, the stimulation making you twitch and grip his hair tighter, rolling your hips into his face as you let your head fall back against the couch.
Spencer wrapped his hands around your thighs as he nuzzled his face into you, making sure to get as close as possible to you so that he could dip his tongue into your entrance. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue pushing into you causing you to arch your back, a loud gasp falling from your lips, your migraine long forgotten.
"F-fuck spence," you whined as you tugged on his hair desperately, letting yourself grind into his mouth. Spencer continued his ministrations on your sensitive cunt, drinking in everything you had to give him with pleasure as he whined into your wantonly.
You felt Spencer push one of your legs to the side, and instantly you got the message, lifting your leg to sling it over the arm of the couch to give him access. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt his middle and index fingers prod at your entrance, teasing your hole briefly before he began slowly sliding them in. The copious amount of saliva and your arousal making it easy.
"Oh, f-fuck!" you moaned out as you felt his fingertips curl right into your g-spot, the mixture of his mouth on your clit and his fingers pressing right into that spot that made your toes curl, making your mind go completely blank as you whimpered and moaned, his name falling from your lips in breathy gasps.
Spencer began massaging his fingers into your g-spot, drawing needy moans from your lips as he brought you closer to your release, revelling in the way you moaned his name and the way that your walls clenched around his fingers.
You got completely lost in the pleasure as you rutted your hips into his face, gripping his hair harshly and pushing his face into you. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tighten as you squirmed and shuddered, the feeling of Spencer's fingers nonstop stimulating your sensitive spot making you a needy mess.
"C-close! 'm close, Spence." Your voice was high-pitched and whiny as you warned him, Spencer only pushing his fingers harder into you, the action pulling a loud moan from your throat as your body began to shake and tremble.
You couldn't help but sling your leg back over Spencer's shoulder, letting your thighs clench around his head as you felt your orgasm approaching. Spencer's tongue never letting up his brutal sucking and licking on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.
Spencer began moaning and whining into you, the sounds sending vibrations through your sensitive cunt and making you cry out in pleasure as your breath came out in gasps and huffs, your whole body tending as you felt your release dangerously close.
"G-god spence, I'm gonna c-cum!" You practically wailed with no regard for how loud you were being, letting out a constant slew of desperate noises when Spencer massaged your soft spot more precisely, coaxing you to your release as he sucked harshly on your clit.
Spencer let out an especially loud moan as you tugged on his hair, the intense vibrations sending you over the edge as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your whole body shaking and writhing as your release gushed around Spencer's fingers that continued to curl into you, coaxing you through your orgasm while he gently licked at your clit.
You were breathing heavily and still shaking slightly when Spencer slowly pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, wincing slightly as his skin dragged against your sensitive walls. You watched as he buried his fingers in his mouth, cleaning off your release like he always did, sighing at the taste before he pulled them out and leaned back in, dipping his tongue into your slit to lap up everything he could, not daring to waste any of it.
Spencer leaned his cheek on your knee when he was satisfied, looking up at you through his lashes as you lay completely fucked out with your eyes closed, a beautifully content expression on your face.
"How do you feel?" he asked quietly, watching as you cracked your eyes open and furrowed your brows, scanning around the room and sitting up slightly, a smile spreading across your lips as you looked back down at him.
"I feel...great?!" You laughed slightly, completely fascinated by the effectiveness but also relieved that you'd found something that worked, both for you and for him. Spencer couldn't hide the wide smile that adorned his lips. He was overjoyed that his method worked as he pressed gentle kisses up your leg before he situated himself beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and sighing.
"i'm glad"
(dookie ass ending again ik</3 i need to work on that :,)
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nightmares - dean winchester
Summary: Dean wakes you up from a nightmare.
CONTENT: feminine descriptors, mixed POV, demonic possession, angst, hurt/comfort, post hell!dean, cuddling
word count: 935 (est reading time 4 mins.)
You toss and turn in bed, limbs tangling in the worn motel duvet. Images flash through your head, reminding you of pain and torture and being trapped in your own mind. It had been months since Sam drove the demon out of your body, but its fingerprints lingered in the corners of your mind, ready to creep out as soon as you closed your eyes to fall asleep.
The worst part of the nightmares is the intense feeling of anxiety and fear it induces in you. You feel like you're really back in that time, watching yourself commit atrocities you could never have dreamed of on your own.
You try to scream at the images to stop, but as in most dreams, your voice is gone. That's how it was during the possession. Your consciousness screamed for control, for mercy, but the demon's unrelenting cruelty pushed you deep into the recesses of your own mind.
You scream again, mouth hanging wide as you voicelessly plead for the horror to end.
Dean sat up slowly, groggily trying to make out the neon red numbers on the digital clock on the nightstand above him. He was sleeping on the floor, as per usual when they could only afford a room with two beds. His self-sacrificing nature wouldn't let you sleep on the floor, and Sam had gotten injured on the last hunt, so it wasn't a question.
He heard a low groan from your bed, followed by a fabric-laden thrashing of limbs. In the dark, he could barely make out your body shuddering beneath the blankets, head tossing and chest rising and falling quickly with each belabored breath you took.
He knew the feeling. Hell, nightmares from his time downstairs still plagued him from time to time.
Dean stood and went to your side, bending over you to touch your shoulder. "Hey," he whispered, giving you a gentle shake. "Y/N. Wake up."
You didn't respond, so he shook you again, a little harder. "Y/N!" he hissed.
You wake with a gasp, flying upright, heart hammering in your chest. Hands shoot out to hold you and you struggle against their grip.
"Hey, hey," you hear a familiar voice whisper. "It's me. You're okay."
You blink rapidly as a pair of eyes slowly becomes clear to you in the dark, meeting your terrified gaze. Dean.
You heave a relieved sigh and lean forward, dropping your head on his shoulder. He takes you into his arms easily, all pretense of not caring about you forgotten.
"Jesus Christ," you whisper into his shoulder.
Dean rubs your back comfortingly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Better than what I was seeing."
He doesn't press, but lets you relax into his body as your heart rate slowly returns to normal.
"God, Dean," you say quietly after a while. "Does it ever stop?"
"No," he replies ruefully, one hand now stroking your hair. "I wish I could say it did."
Tears prick at your eyes as memories come flooding into your mind again. "I can't forget the things I did," you manage. "I can't ever unsee-"
Dean takes you by the shoulders and holds you away from him. "That wasn't you, ya hear me? How many times do I have to tell you it wasn't your fault?"
"I know, but it was still me, Dean." The tears are threatening to escape now, but you hold them back. You will not cry in front of this man, who has gone through so much worse. "These hands killed people."
Dean sighs, pulling you back into him. "I know. It's hard to deal, but you gotta try."
You shudder, tears finally rolling down your face and dampening his shirt. "I'm not... strong like you."
"I know you can do it," he whispers, hand finding your hair again, tangling in the strands. "You're stronger than you think. I don't know a lot of people who were conscious for that long during a possession and can still form a coherent thought, much less continue to hunt down these sons of bitches like you do."
You sniffle, turning your head into his neck. Deep in your heart of hearts, you know he's right.
"I know it's hard," Dean continues. "But if anyone can beat this, it's you. You're one badass lady." He chuckles, trying to lighten your mood.
Your heart melts at this. "Thanks," you whisper, tears subsiding.
"Think you can go back to sleep?" he asks gently.
"Not really," you say glumly. You pull away and hesitate deeply before asking in a small voice, "Can you... stay? With me?" Your eyes refuse to meet his. He's going to tell you to suck it up, you know it.
"Yes."
Your eyes flit up to his, surprised and relieved. Dean looks at you warmly, gently, before getting up and raising the covers, nudging you to the side as he lays down next to you.
You face him, feeling his hand travel up your hip and stop on your waist. A surge of bravery and emotion hits you, and you lean forward, leaving a gentle kiss on his lips. When you back away, he looks surprised, and for a moment you fear you've just done something that will make your friendship irrevocably damaged.
But he just pulls you into him, kissing your forehead and resting his chin atop your head, pressing you into his large body comfortingly.
You feel relieved for the millionth time that night. No more words need to be said. You fall asleep like that, nestled in his arms, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent.
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Hello friend I was wondering if you could do one more of Hope baby sister we’re Y/n is sick and wake up in the night crying because she is so sick that there parents and uncles are ants found men Y/n sleeping in the chest of Hope
Big Sister's Here
Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson
Warnings: none, it's all fluffy
A/n: I'm becoming obsessed with writing baby Mikaelson y/n and big sister Hope
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You rustle around in your crib, you feel weird and don't know why your tummy hurts so much. Tears start falling your cheeks.
Hope stirs awake, hearing crying. It takes her a moment before realizing it's coming from your room, next to hers. Not hearing anyone else, she gets out of her bed and walks over to your room.
She turns the light on, only to see you laid on your back, arms stretched above your head, and tears running down your face. She leans down and picks you up.
As soon as you're in your sister's arms, you nuzzle your head into her shoulder. Your cries lighten, but only by a little. Your tummy is still hurting and you don't know how to tell your big sister.
Hope bounces you lightly in her arms as she walks back into her room. All the adults are obviously asleep and she doesn't want to wake any of them just to ask what to do.
"It's okay. What's wrong?" She softly starts to soothe you. As she runs her vacant hand in circles on your tiny back, you let out tiny hiccups from the crying.
"Did you have a bad dream?...no" Hope talks to you, but really herself since you can only say a few words. If you were to have a bad dream then it would have been small screams that would've woken her up and not just crying.
"Does something hurt?" you perk up at the word hurt. "Oh, what hurts, y/n/n?" she asks softly, hoping that you can give her at least a clue to the answer.
"You can show or tell me, don't worry nothing bad is going to happen, you're safe with me, you're safe with your big sister" She sits down on her bed. The only light source in the room right now is the lamp on her nightstand.
You're sat in Hope's lap, one of her hands supporting your back so you don't fall backward. Trying to think the best you can, being one years old and all, you bring your small, pudgy hand up to your big sister's tummy. You tap it multiple times.
Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. "That's my stomach, yes," She says gently.
You then bring your hand back to your own tummy and tap it really lightly, not wanting to make it hurt more. "H-hu..h-hur'...hur'" you try to say.
Hope's eyes widen, realizing what you're trying to tell her. "Oh, your tummy hurts. I'm sorry I couldn't figure that out, sweetheart" She kisses the top of your head.
Is there any medicine she can give you? she thinks. She knows she has some Advil pills for when she's on her period, but she can't give those to you.
"It's going to be okay, your tummy is going to feel better in the morning, I promise, hunny' She lightly presses her hand against your stomach and starts chanting a spell to take any pain away from your stomach. She hopes this will work, she hates to see you in pain.
"You're going to feel all better" Hope finishes the spell. "I think it's time for us to go back to sleep" Your eyes widen at what she says about going to sleep. You immediately cling to her, not wanting to go back into your room and in your crib alone.
"Aw, you want to sleep with me?" She smiles, loving how cute and cuddly you're being. "'ope" you nod your head, snuggling into her warm chest.
"Of course, baby girl." She turns the lamp off before laying back underneath the blankets. You stay attached to her the entire time.
A few minutes later your breathing evens as you doze off. Hope's arms are protectively wrapped around your tiny frame. She follows not so long later into sleep.
"Klaus, do you know where y/n is?" Hayley walks into the library.
"Isn't she in her crib?" Klaus looks over to her. "No, she isn't, and I can't find her anywhere," Hayley says, voice getting distressed.
"Maybe she climbed out and is roaming the city like Batman" Kol smiles from where he's upside down on the couch. His smile disappears quickly when Hayley glares at him with her, mama wolf look.
"So, no one knows where she is?" Klaus stands up from his seat. "She can't be far, it's not like she can crawl yet, right?" Freya walks into the room, having heard everything.
"No, but it doesn't mean something can't happen," Elijah tells their older sister.
"Before all of you blow this out of proportion, have any of you checked Hope's room?" Rebekah raises an eyebrow at her older siblings.
She sighs before leaving the library, walking down the hall to Hope's room, everyone following close behind. She turns the doorknob quietly and walks into the room, along with the others.
They all pause, taking in the sight of you curled up on Hope's chest. You both are sleeping away, oblivious to the crowd gathered at the door.
That is until Hope's eyes open, feeling the other presence in her room. "What are you guys doing?" She asks, tiredly.
"We were worried when we couldn't find your sister in her crib," Klaus tells her, walking over to the bed.
"Oh, yeah, her tummy was hurting, so I took away the pain and then we went back to sleep," she tells them quietly, not wanting to wake you. "And you didn't want to put her back in her crib?" Hayley asks.
"Hey! She didn't want to go back to her room anyway...I just didn't put up a fight" Hope exclaims.
Kol chuckles at her statement, "Shut up" she whines, turning her head back into her pillow, not wanting to explain anything else to them.
Hayley reaches down, about to bring you into her arms. "No," Hope whispers, keeping you clutched to her. Hayley raises an amused eyebrow. "Let us sleep" she tries shooing her family away, which works with all of them except for your guys' parents.
Klaus and Hayley each lay down on either side of you and Hope. Thats how you guys spend your morning until you wake up and manage to also get Hope out of bed. Which surprises your parents greatly on how much of an effect you have on your older sister.
"You're lucky you're cute" She mumbles, begrudgingly picking clothing out of her dresser with you placed on her hip, protectively.
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— do it better "stray kids lee know x male reader"
i just broke up with my ex, now i'm out here single, i don't really know what's next
♡ pairing : top!lee minho x bottom!male reader
♡ genre : smut (slow & sweet)
╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is the first time i'm writing smut in such a long time so give me some grace.
feel free to request some stuff in my inbox
“I’m sorry, say that again. He did what?”
The silence rang through the room. A quiet rage fumed in Minho’s mind, his fist clenching as his knuckles pushed up against the island counter. M/n had never seen his best friend so furious. He usually kept his cool, with minimum emotion on his face.
M/n sniffled, “He just, um, pushed me. It-It’s really nothing Min, I promise-”
“Nothing?” Minho chuckled, pushing off the counter. His fist was still clenched, his other wrapping around it as his tongue pushed against his cheek. “Nothing doesn’t look like a black eye, nothing doesn’t look like the bruises on your hands.”
“Min-” M/n started, the palm of his hand on his forehead
“No, M/n. I’mma show that motherfucker something.” Minho stomped towards the front door, M/n followed behind grabbing Minho’s wrist before he could reach for the door knob.
“Minho, I said no! I’m fine, it’s over. Just chill!” M/n begged, pulling Minho away from the door.
“Move!” Minho shouted, pushing M/n back against the couch, “I’ll be back. Stay here.”
M/n waited and waited. Minho wasn’t answering his phone. He regretted telling Minho about his now ex-boyfriend. M/n got tossed around a few times, but nothing hurt as much as when he caught the other with a girl in their shared apartment. It was bad. So bad M/n got angry and swung at him. But he instead got caught up in a childish tussle, ultimately losing and coming to Minho with bruises all over his body.
And that’s exactly how Minho showed back up in a few hours.
Except he successfully whopped some ass.
“Minho!” M/n shot up from sitting on the floor before the door and immediately ran to Minho’s side. The older was out of breath, stumbling all over the place with bruises all over his face.
“Stop, stop,” Minho ordered, taking off his denim jacket as he threw it to the floor. “Come, c’mere.” With furrowed eyes, M/n stepped in front of Minho with his hands loosely on his waist to keep him upright. With one hand on M/n shoulder and the other reaching up to his face, Minho caressed M/n cheek. “I don’t wanna hear you crying over that dude not one more time. You hear me?”
M/n hesitated but reluctantly nodded his head. Minho took a breath, “You can do so much fucking better. Why did you choose that low-life dude?”
M/n didn't hesitate his answer. “Because you weren't an option at the time.” Minho paused for a moment, then slipped his bruised hand up M/n’s hips to the side of his neck.
“You can choose me now then.”
Minho leaned forward into M/n lips, softly kissing the other male like he’d been longing for him. Because he had, for a very, very long time, it would be a joke if Minho were to say he wasn’t waiting for the day M/n’s boyfriend made a mistake.
“Fuck,” Minho hissed as he turned his neck, but the sharp pain in his neck forbid it. M/n’s hands halted, afraid of hurting Minho any further.
“Let me take care of you,” M/n whispered in Minho’s ear before guiding him to the bedroom hand in hand. Getting into the bedroom, Minho sat on the bed, arms behind him, head throwback as M/n caressed his torso, placing kisses in a trail on the skin just above his jean waistband uncovered by the t-shirt he wore just getting in the way.
M/n retracted his body and began to strip. Minho sat up closer, pulling M/n between his thighs as he returned the service, hands-on M/n’s waist as he licked and sucked on his nipples. Throwing his shirt to the floor, one of M/n’s hands lightly dove into Minho’s hair, tugging on his hair. “Minho…” M/n whined, just the sensation and warmth of Minho’s hot tongue running against his nipples.
“Take this off,” Minho frustratedly ordered, struggling to take his shirt off by himself. M/n chuckled, lifting the hem of Minho’s shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. “This too.” Minho bit his lip as he pointed to his jeans.
M/n scoffed, not annoyed but encaptured by Minho’s orders even those he could hardly move a muscle. M/n slowly moved down, as he got on his knees. Dragged his hands down Minho’s thighs, M/n completely entranced Minho’s mind with his smooth seductive motions. How could he’ve missed out on this for so long? It’s wrong, but he wished the boyfriend had cheated a lot earlier.
Quickly and swiftly, M/n unbuttoned Minho’s jeans, dragging them off his legs. M/n reached his hand between Minho’s boxers and gently rubbed his fingers against him. Moans slipped out of Minho’s lips as he shamefully bit his lips to hide them.
“Uh uh,” M/n hummed, getting up off his knees and climbing over Minho as he positioned himself right on top of Minho’s crotch. M/n parted Minho’s lips with his thumb, “I wanna hear you sing, baby.”
Placing his elbows beside Minho’s head, M/n’s tongue ran on Minho’s lips before it slipped into his mouth like a snake. His hips began to push deep into Minho’s as he drove his crotch over Minho’s in a perfect rhythm. Minho’s eyes rolled back as M/n’s hand still worked the male’s hard with the sinful lube of his spit and the liquids Minho’s hard had produced.
Minho panted, whined, and swarmed underneath M/n as the latter took control of his body and cherished every taste of him, leaving him completely beguiled.
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"You're everything"
TW: arguing, angst into smut, p in v, unprotected sex, heidi doesn't exist in this au, reader is in her thirties, she/her pronouns, yelling, AFAB reader, soft sex/ make up sex
Request: sorry for requesting againnn but ur such a good writer can u do a oneshot of tom and y/n fighting over something (your choice) and they get into a really heated argument and they r screaming and being really mean and then he pushes her against the wall and they fuckkk <33 (and can the angst be long pleasee and ty)
Rating: 18+, mdni
WC: 1.5k
Got a good amount of reqs done so far 🤭
t's funny how the tiniest of moments can escalate into something so consuming, so all-encompassing that it feels like the entire world has been reduced to this single, tiny room. The air is thick with anger, with frustration and hurt, and it was like you were both drowning in it, struggling to keep your heads above water. Your voice cracks as you shout at him, your hands curling into fists at your sides, the tears streaming down your face unchecked as you feel your anger rising, bubbling up inside you until you can't contain it anymore.
You don't even realize what's happening when he pushes you back against the wall, your back hitting the cold, unforgiving surface with a painful thud. You gasp, feeling the air whoosh out of your lungs as your head spins from the impact. His body is pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear, his hands gripping your wrists so tightly it hurts. It's almost as if he's trying to control you, to make you stop fighting, to make you be quiet. But you can't. You won't. Not until you've said everything you need to say.
"You don't get it, do you?" you choke out, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt surge through you. "You never have. I'm not just some possession you can use and throw away when you're done. I'm a person, Tom. With feelings, with dreams, with a life."
He freezes, his body tensing against yours as if he's trying to decide what to do next. His grip on your wrists loosens just enough for you to wiggle your hands free, but you don't move them far, keeping them close to your sides. You're not done yet.
"You think you can just push me around and I'll just take it? That I'll just stay here and be your little toy?" you snap, anger coursing through you like wildfire. "Well, I won't. I deserve better than this."
The words seem to hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken truths. You can feel the tension building, see it mirrored in the set of his jaw, the way his breath comes quick and shallow. And then, just as suddenly as it began, the anger seems to drain out of you, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted. You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath.
"I just wanted you to see things from my perspective," you whisper. "I just wanted you to understand."
He takes a step back, his eyes searching your face as if trying to read something in your expression. Then, slowly, he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry I've been such an asshole."
The apology catches you off guard, and for a moment you're not sure how to respond. You feel a tiny flicker of hope inside you, but you're still hurt, still angry. You want to believe him, to trust that he means it, but it's hard. "It's not enough to just say you're sorry," you whisper, looking away from him. "You have to show me."
He lets out a shaky breath, his grip on your cheek tightening for a moment before he forces himself to relax. "I know," he says softly. "I know I have a lot of making up to do."
You turn your head back to look at him, searching his eyes for any hint of sincerity. And then, slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's not passionate, not demanding, but rather a gentle, almost reverent touch that makes your heart ache. When he pulls back, he looks at you with a newfound determination that you've never seen before.
"I love you," he says simply. "And I'm not going to let anything or anyone come between us again. I'm going to prove it to you."
He pulls you closer, his body fitting against yours as if they were made to be together. His lips find yours again, this time with more passion, more need. You feel the heat of his skin against yours, the hardness of his chest pressed against your breasts. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours, his hands roaming over your back, your hips, your bottom, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
The kiss deepens, becomes more urgent, and you feel yourself melting into him, giving in to the desire that's been building between you. He steps back, breaking the kiss, and looks down at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with longing. "Come here" he whispers. "I want to show you how much I love you."
You nod, your heart pounding in anticipation, and he leads you over to the bed. The sheets are cool against your skin as you crawl underneath, and Tom follows, slipping in beside you. He trails his fingers down your arm, over your ribs, and across your stomach, his touch light and featherlike. He leans in to kiss your neck, his lips warm and soft against your skin.
His hand finds your breast, cupping it gently through your shirt, and you gasp, arching your back into his touch. He groans, his lips moving to your ear, and then his hand is taking off your shirt, revealing your breast to the cool air. He kisses and nibbles at your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, and you cry out, your hips bucking off the bed.
His hand moves down, unbuttoning your pants, pushing them down over your hips. He kicks them off, and then he's back between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness. He presses two fingers inside you, stretching you, and you cry out, wrapping your legs around his hips. He begins to move his fingers, matching their rhythm to his thrusts, and you lose yourself in the sensation, feeling your body tighten around him.
You can feel him hard against your leg, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside you. You reach down, unbuckling his belt, and then undoing his pants, pushing them down his hips. He kicks them off, and his erection springs free, bobbing eagerly before you. You guide him to your entrance, and he pushes in slowly, groaning as he fills you. His skin is hot and smooth against yours, and he moves slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size.
He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire, and begins to move his hips, matching his rhythm to yours. You arch your back, meeting each thrust, your nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses you, his lips warm and demanding, and you can feel your body tightening around him, the sensation building inside you.
He moves faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his skin flushed. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he obeys, groaning as he pushes himself all the way inside. You feel so full, so connected to him, and the sensation is exquisite. Your hips move in time with his, your body meeting his in a perfect dance of desire.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, kissing your neck. "I never get tired of looking at you." His hands move up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently, and he rolls your nipples between his thumbs. The sensation sends a shiver through you, and you arch your back, pressing yourself against his touch.
The rhythm between your bodies becomes even more intense, and you feel yourself starting to lose control. Your orgasm builds, coiling tightly in your core, and you know it's only a matter of time before you surrender to it. Tom's thrusts become harder, faster, and you can feel the tension building inside him as well.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. His free hand moves up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with such tenderness that it sends shivers down your spine. You arch your back off the bed, feeling so close to the edge, and he follows your lead, thrusting deeper still.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips. "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you." The words send a wave of warmth through your body, and you cling to him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you. His hips move faster, his movements growing more urgent as he approaches his climax.
You can feel the heat building between your legs, the tension building in your core, and you know that you're about to lose control. You grip his shoulders, digging your nails in just enough to leave a mark, and with a cry that echoes through the room, you let go, letting your orgasm wash over you in a wave of pleasure.
Your body tenses and convulses around him, and he follows you over the edge, groaning her name as he comes, filling you completely. His thrusts slow, and he collapses on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together. He rolls off you, panting, and looks down at you with a mixture of love and exhaustion in his eyes.
"good night schatzi, i love you"
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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET .9 - FINALE
summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo FINAL CHAPTER!!
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"Tell me you don't love me," she breaks the silence. I almost choke up. "Y/n, we're not together anymore," I mumble. Her eyes shift, but she keeps her stand, looking up at me. "Tell me you don't love me anymore," she repeats. Fuck.
I don't know how to play my card right now. I could lie, tell her I don't. But that would break her. I want her to do better, be a better person without me. Or I could tell her the truth. I still love her more than myself.
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I observe him, struggling to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. His jaw tightens, and he watches me with an unreadable expression. A fear lingers within me that he might walk away as he has done with our past issues. Tired of constructing emotional walls only for him to break them down and repeat the cycle, I feel the weight of it all, suffocating.
"Please, y/n. I'm begging you. Just get back in the car," he pleads, inching closer. I gaze up at him, my mind racing, realising he's deflecting my question again. My eyes bore into his blue ones, urging him to confront the issue. He sighs, glancing off to the side and then down at the floor.
Shifting on his feet, a sinking feeling overtakes me as he starts walking back towards the car. My lungs feel strained as I struggle to breathe, tears now streaming down my face. "You're a coward, Matt!" I sob behind him. Undeterred, he continues walking. "All I ever wanted was for you to love me, and you use me. You make me fall in love with you, and now you're leaving me, again!" I yell, frustration and pain pouring out. He halts, turns around, and takes a few steps closer.
"I didn't make you do anything, 'I made you fall in love with me?' Y/n, I didn't make you do shit!" he yells back, stepping closer and causing me to step back slightly.
"Why can't you just fucking say it? Either you love me or you don't!" I cry out, pushing against his chest. His body tenses, arms reaching out in an attempt to grab me, but I resist, pushing into his chest again. "Y/n," he softly says, my tears still flowing. He grabs my wrists, and I finally yield. He pulls me close, holding me as I sob against his chest. His now damp shirt presses against my cheek as he comforts me, his hand soothingly rubbing my head and running through my hair.
"Shh, shh," he hushes me as I attempt to control my breathing, my hands clenched against his shirt. A moment of silence goes by until I catch my breath. "You're being mean," I mumble against him. "I know. I'm sorry," he breathes out above me. I feel his chin shift from the top of my head as he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I hate how he thinks a kiss can make it all better. I hate how he still affects me. I hate how mean he can be and I hate how much I love him.
"I'm just scared of this, y/n," he murmurs against my head. There's a brief silence as I listen to his heartbeat, which quickens slightly. "You drive me crazy. I'm so- shit. I'm so into you. Not a minute goes by where you're not on my mind, y/n. I really fucking love you. You know that. But it scares the shit out of me," he confesses. I stiffen against him. He does love me.
The only sounds that filled the night were Matt's steady heartbeat and the occasional passing cars. I shut my eyes against his chest, finding comfort in the rhythmic echoes. "What are you afraid of?" I whispered against his chest. His hand, gently stroking my hair, paused, and he let out a breath. Pulling away, he held my face with both hands, his eyes scanning over every feature.
"I don't wanna hurt you. It feels so good, but it's just so wrong. I mean, you're still at school, and I am- was your teacher. I'm scared that one day you're gonna graduate and realize this was just a phase or something," he confessed, his vulnerability hanging in the night air.
My heart broke for him, and I placed my hands on his wrists, rubbing my thumb in soothing circles against his skin. "I love you, Matt. Only you. I always will," I softly replied. A gentle smile played on his lips as he closed his eyes. "We can make this work. We will," I affirmed with a smile. Opening his eyes again, he used his thumbs to wipe away my tears and pressed his forehead against mine. "I wanna make this work," he whispered back. I nodded slightly, my voice almost a whisper, "We can do that." We lingered in that tender moment before he pressed a long kiss to my forehead and took my hand, leading me back to the car.
I opened the passenger door and noticed the spilled drink from earlier on the seat, nibbling on my lip in embarrassment from my earlier intoxicated behavior. Matt glanced over, leaning into the back seat, and his shirt lifted momentarily, granting me a quick view of his waistband and happy trail. He returned with one of his hoodies, placing it on the seat for me to sit on. I took my seat, smiling to myself, and buckled my seatbelt.
"I'm sorry for yelling earlier," he spoke up. I looked over at him, finding his eyes already on me. Taking his hand, I held it. "It's fine, I was being stupid," I smiled. He let out a laugh, shaking his head before turning on the engine. He briefly removed his hand from mine to shift the gearstick, returning it just above my knee comfortably as we started driving.
During the journey, the earlier conversation lingered in my thoughts. I couldn't help but overthink - his fear, maybe it wasn't solely about the person and timing, but something rooted in his past. He mentioned being engaged before, and she cheated on him. Then, he had casual flings with other girls as a rebound. Could I be just another rebound in his life?
"What happened to your ex?" My mind spoke before my body, and I instantly shut my mouth. His demeanor shifted instantly, and the air felt thick and uncomfortable. "Sorry," I mumbled. He sighed, "She cheated on me," he replied. "Yeah, I knew that, but like, what happened after?" I asked. He sighed. "You don't have to ans—" "It's fine," he cut me off, his grip on my leg growing slightly tighter. "After we ended things, I saw some other people, screwed around a bit but would ghost them right after. Didn't wanna commit again," he said. "Oh." That's great to hear.
We were in silence for a minute before he made a turn I didn't recognize. We were driving down a dark road, the only light coming from the headlights, and I looked around curiously. He made another turn and parked the car. We were at a viewpoint I'd never seen before, but it was beautiful. You could see the whole city from here. The soft hum of music played in the background as his body turned to face me, mirroring his actions. He took my hand, pressing his lips against it, his breath from his nose fanning over my knuckles as he stared into my eyes.
"You're different though, y/n," he broke the silence. "I'd never do anything to spite you," he mumbled against my skin. I smiled softly at him. He pressed three more kisses to my knuckles and leaned over the center console, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He smiled against my lips. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," I replied, my hands playing with his brown locks by the nape of his neck. I looked back at the view for a second before gazing back into Matt's blue eyes, the same eyes I wanted to spend the rest of my life staring into.
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a/n: sappy moment🤯 guys thank you all so much for reading my work. it means the world to me seeing people enjoy something I've created and this story especially has been amazing - seeing people talk about it on here and TikTok might not seem like a big deal but to me it genuinely put the biggest smile on my face lmao. teachers let is my baby, and I'm already working on another matt series that you guys will hopefully all love as much as this. thank you all so much for reading and I love you all !!!
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shy reader with hobie nd miguel ? make it spicy pleasee
I'll make it mildly spicy for you Anon, not all the way.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown x Reader
Tags: fluff, very suggestive, flirting, grinding, mention of a boner, cuddles, making out, shy!Reader, clingy!Reader
A/N: Not sure how spicy I wanna go with Hobie yet cause of all the stupid age discourse surrounding him.
Miguel feels a little awkward around you because of your shyness at first. He doesn't want to come off as too demanding with you, especially when its his affections but he also doesn't want to feel you starved of it. Since you don't ask him for it he has to start things really slow with you, little kisses, hands carefully lowering you onto his lap and taking it from there.
"Gonna put you in my lap like this. You can touch me anywhere you know, no need to ask for it. Flustered so much from being in my lap. What would you do if I stopped holding back? What do I mean? Well, things like this, for example."
Finding yourself trapped under Miguel is a fantasy you've had for a long time now and never voiced. Thank god he knows exactly what you want, he can see, no, he can smell how your body reacts to it. Seeing his fangs peaking from his mouth has you clenching your thighs, shutting your eyes to avoid the embarrassment of getting hot and bothered from something so simple.
"Fuck. Little prey for me. You're making really hard for me to resist you. I feel like I should warn you, when you finally give me the signal, I will ruin you. That's a promise. You won't ever want or need anyone else when I show you what I can do."
Barely finding the courage, or maybe you were encouraged by the way Miguel looked at you, with raw lust, you placed a kiss on his lips and for the first time were the one to deepen it. The growl he let out sent heat between your legs and caused a hardness between his. If he was this big now you dreaded, and delighted, in the idea of taking it inside you some day.
"I'll make it fit. We can go step by step hm? You know I'll treat you right. I'm very lucky to have you, I'd never risk hurting you. Unless you ask me to. Oh, you have so much to learn about pleasure and pain."
Hobie is a huge, huge tease when he sees how shy you are around him. He's almost mean about it but he always makes sure to balance his teasing with a big amount of kisses and soft touches to let you know that he's just trying to get you to come out of your shell. He loves having fun and sharing it, and who better to share it with then you, the one who captured his heart.
"I'm gonna throw in the middle of a nightclub or nothing but maybe we can go out a bit more. I've got more down to earth people who I think you'd really like. They're not from here exactly but they're pretty cool. Not as cool as me of course."
When you lay on his chest and Hobie runs his hands down your back, stopping just above your ass you always hide your face against his shirt, grumbling how he's embarrassing you. There's no one here but the two of you, no one to be embaressed of, it's just him, that's what you wanted right? Some alone time.
"All the alone time you want baby. Know how much I love to have you on top. Get your mind out the gutter, how are you so shy but have such dirty thought around me. Hey, I don't mind, I just wish you'd be more honest with them."
The smallest circle down from you has Hobie grunting and rethinking if you're really shy or just like teasing him too. His test, pushing his hips up into yours and your little squeak confirms that yes, you are shy, but you're also not afraid of what you want. That's more like it, you'll have a lot of fun together.
"You gotta slow down or else I'm gonna ruin these. They're my favorite pants, you know that. Yes, I'm really asking you to hold still. I didn't say get off me, as long as you don't mind, you know, feeling me like that."
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Egg — Anakin Skywalker
— CW: 18+, smut! Bottom!Anakin (yummy), sex toys (exactly this type of dick masturbator toys), some degradation, cum play.
— a/n: What can I say, I am a whore. This is rather short because I don't really feel like writing a bibble. I'm absolutely going insane in my apartment so I need to feel validation from strangers online 🥰.
Seeing someone as imposing, respected and feared as the Chosen one thrusting into your hand like a bitch in heat, was certainly one of those wonder little pleasures in life.
You see his hands tightly curled up in fists, tied up above his head, as his hips raise and fall from the bed trying desperately to speed up the movements of your hand around his already leaking, hard cock.
"Stay still" You warn him, giving him a sharp but small slap on his thigh. Anakin gasps and bites his lip, but he doesn't cease. "Maker… you are quite bratty today." Your words are laced with annoyance. Your hand around his dick squeezes him at the base, as your free hand reaches upwards to his chest to pinch his left nipple.
Anakin whines, this time in pain. "Sorry!" He cries, closing his eyes and whimpering when you twist his nipple painfully, he might look like he's not enjoying it, but his dick twitches in your grip and when you look down to it, you notice a bead of precum sliding down the base.
Because that disgusting bastard loves it when you hurt him.
"Too late for apologies, you dirty whore." You huff, slapping his chest. Anakin whines again, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry! I really am" He looks at you with pleading eyes, and you know he's saying the truth, but torturing him is just so fun.
"Fine…" You give his nipple a last squeeze which earns you a delightful moan.
Outstretching your hand to reach the paper bag that awaits on top of Anakin's nightstand, you notice from the corner of your eye how he squirms in anticipation. Anakin can be impatient, and the brattiness that he often carries whenever you two are alone is only a fuel to the burning desire that yearns in you. In this moment, Anakin is only a toy.
Your boyfriend watches with eagerness dripping down his irises how you unwrap the little silicon egg from the safety package, before grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring some inside the egg hole, and some more over the sensitive tip of his cock.
He hisses at the cold sensation of the lube, gripping the bedsheets tightly. Your hand spreads the lube over his length, drinking every bits of his moans and smirking mischievously.
"You ready?" You ask him sweetly, some of the dominant façade fading away.
"Hmm." Anakin nods, giving you the shadow of a smile. The trust and love flowing in between your eyes is magical. "I'm ready."
"Good boy." You whisper, giving his thigh a soft squeeze smearing some of the remains of the lube over him.
The second you slide his cock inside the little silicone egg, Anakin believes his soul left his body and then returned. The sensation it's… absolutely fucking amazing. Sure, it's not even comparable to the heavenly and warm feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him, but— it's definitely better than his own hand, or his pillows, or perhaps even your hand.
And somehow Anakin feels guilty about it.
But then— you begin to slide the silicone toy up and down his dick, not even reaching midway when his tip hits the top of the egg. The texture inside the silicone is driving him insane, forcing him to bite the back of his hand to keep his moans at a minimum level.
The slick sounds of his dick sliding up an down the sex toy are borderline pornographic, Anakin feels incredibly embarrassed at how fucking hard his dick is he covers his face with his arms, moaning with his mouth wide open. Usually you would've punish him for hiding his pretty face, but right now your eyes are completely fixated on the lewd way his wet cock practically is abused by the toy. The different ridges, spirals, forms and sensations all around his cock and his reactions mesmerize you completely.
You see firsthand how his balls tighten and how Anakin is lost in a bliss of pleasure. His hips snap and raise from the bed helplessly, making him look even more pathetic that he did minutes prior. He is close, so close and you can see it by the way his thrust become sloppy and he relies in the movements of your hand.
"You want to come?" You ask him, already knowing the answer. The furious nodding coming from your boyfriend is nothing less than adorable. "Come on, do it. Be a good boy and fill it with cum. Imagine it's me."
And he explodes.
His sticky, warm cum overflows the sex you, sliding down his cock and pooling at the base, some of it even dripping all the way to his balls. When you retract the egg from his length it pops out with a loud noise, more cum oozing from the toy. You are aware of Anakin's eyes staring at you from the bed, his head now slightly raised with a pillow underneath it; so, you bring the toy closer to your lips, sticking your tongue out and let some of his still hot cum drip over your tongue which makes him groan and close his eyes, dangerously close to pop another boner.
Licking your lips, you throw the disposable toy inside the same paper bag, reaching for Anakin's shirt and cleaning up his cock and thighs from his own release and the lube.
"I love you, did you know that?" Anakin whispers breathlessly, smiling at you with droopy eyes.
"I love you too, Ani."
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistakes!
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Guess my Lover Was A Snake
Summary : Bucky get a anonymous photo sent to him which shows you cheating on him
Bucky entered their shared apartment, his face etched with anguish. In his trembling hands, he clutched the manipulated photo that had fueled his doubts. Y/N looked up, noticing the distress in his eyes.
"Bucky, what's wrong?" Y/N asked, concern lacing their voice.
Bucky's voice was strained as he held out the photo, his voice barely above a whisper. "Explain this, Y/N. Is this not proof enough of your betrayal?"
Y/N's eyes widened as they examined the photo, their mind racing to find an explanation. "Bucky, please listen. This photo is fake. It's a setup. Someone is trying to tear us apart."
Bucky's frustration boiled over, his voice rising in anger. "Don't lie to me, Y/N! How can you expect me to believe you when everything points to your betrayal? I trusted you, and you've shattered that trust!"
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as they desperately tried to reason with him. "Bucky, I would never cheat on you. I love you. Can't you see? This is a malicious attempt to destroy what we have."
Bucky's voice dripped with bitterness as he lashed out, unable to control his anger. "You expect me to believe some wild story? You've always been good at playing the innocent, haven't you?"
Y/N's voice cracked as they fought back tears. "I'm not playing anything, Bucky. I'm trying to tell you the truth. I thought you knew me better than this."
Bucky's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with accusation. "Maybe I don't know you as well as I thought. Maybe there have been secrets all along."
Y/N's heart shattered, their voice trembling with hurt. "How can you say that? You were my everything, Bucky. I trusted you with all my heart, and now you're accusing me without even giving me a chance to defend myself."
Bucky's voice turned cold and dismissive. "I've heard enough. Pack your things, Y/N. I don't want to see your face anymore. We're done."
Y/N's breath hitched, tears streaming down their face as they gathered their belongings, their voice choked with emotion. "After all we've been through, after standing by you for five years, you think I would betray you? How could you believe such a lie?"
But Bucky's anger consumed him, his voice laced with bitterness and accusation. "You're a liar! Get out! I don't want you here."
In a whirlwind of pain and confusion, Y/N was pushed out with their belongings, the door slamming shut behind them. They were left alone in the darkness, their heart shattered and their love discarded.
In the quiet solitude of the empty apartment, Bucky Barnes found himself engulfed in a whirlwind of remorse and regret. The weight of his actions settled upon him, causing his heart to ache with a profound sadness. He couldn't shake off the nagging doubts that crept into his mind, questioning the validity of his own judgment.
As he glanced around the silent space, his eyes were drawn to the remnants of an unfinished meal that had been lovingly prepared by Y/N. It was a painful reminder of the affection and care they had poured into their relationship. The scent of the dish still lingered in the air, a bittersweet fragrance that tugged at Bucky's senses.
A profound pang of sorrow coursed through Bucky as he contemplated the accusations he had hurled at Y/N, fueled by anger and mistrust. He wondered if he had acted impulsively, allowing his emotions to cloud his judgment. The doubt gnawed at him, threatening to consume him entirely.
The untouched meal before him became a symbol of what he had lost—precious moments shared with someone who had stood by his side through thick and thin. Regret weighed heavily upon Bucky's heart as he acknowledged the possibility that he may have pushed away the very person who loved him unconditionally, someone who would never dream of betraying him.
With a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of his remorse, Bucky approached the table, drawn to the unfinished dish like a moth to a flame. The aroma enveloped him, triggering a sense of longing and nostalgia. He couldn't deny the significance of the affectionate gesture Y/N had made in preparing his favorite meal.
A tidal wave of guilt crashed over Bucky, washing away any remnants of stubborn pride that had clouded his judgment. The truth of Y/N's innocence began to seep into his consciousness, challenging the foundation of his doubts. He wondered if he had allowed his insecurities and fears to blind him, destroying the fragile bond they had built.
Bucky picked up the phone, his hands trembling as he dialed Y/N's number, ready to admit his error and seek forgiveness. But he thought of the photo again and he knew he wasn't good enough for you so it made sense if you cheated.
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oooh I got one! prompt 74 with any of the follower!bishops, where they get hurt on a crusade and reader, who is a healer finds them and helps them <333
74) "I think I broke my leg!"
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"I can't believe this...betrayed by my own-!!"
"Lord Kallamar?"
Surprised by the voice, Kallamar looked up at you, the figure dressed in white tattered robes, clean of any and all ichor. The metal halo behind your head reflected the sunlight from above Anchordeep, making it seem as though it were glowing.
Now he remembers.
You're one of the many nameless Healers in his former army of cultists and devotees. He thought most of them were culled by the Lamb at this point, yet you were somehow still alive.
"You have returned to us in such a miniscule form." You mused, to which you saw him tense up, trying to shuffle away.
So far, every creature here was trying to kill him during his crusade, and he wasn't sure if you were going to be any different.
He knew should've gone to the tailor first; at least they wouldn't attack him on-sight just because his red robes remind them of the Lamb..and that his defeat permanently shattered his image as a leader.
"Back away from me! I'm---ow!!!" Feeling a sudden sharp pain in one of his legs, Kallamar stopped moving and looked down, realizing it didn't look quite right. "Ah...a-ahaha...I-I think I broke my leg...!"
"Do not fear, my lord. I will make it all better." Floating down to the ground, you gently reached your hands out to him, green magic appearing from your fingertips. "How did this happen, if I may ask?"
"Well..I fell.." He mumbled quietly, and you looked at him, mishearing him.
"What happened?"
"I-I fell while fleeing from one of those sea creatures..." Red dusted his face as he averted his gaze, embarrassed to be seen like this--especially by someone he used to rule over.
But you seemed to show absolutely no bias nor resentment towards him, even though he now wore the same robes of the enemy cult.
Part of him was afraid you'd refuse and leave him to suffer on his own, although he remembers that your singular job is to be a healer. And despite knowing that he wasn't some all-powerful god anymore and allowed himself to be beaten by Lamb into submission...you wanted to help him anyways. You didn't huff or laugh or show any indication that you thought of him as pathetic for breaking his leg over a simple fall.
Instead, you quietly allowed your magic to go to work, mending the broken done and repairing the torn flesh. Soon it set itself back into place without causing him further pain, making it good as new.
Like nothing even happened.
"You should be good now, my lord. Do be careful with your new mortal vessel." Bowing your head, you rose to your feet and watched as Kallamar slowly got up.
"Only now I see how fragile this body is..damned Lamb.." He grunted, checking out his leg before picking up his backpack. Then he gazed up at you. "What's your name?"
You blinked. "My name..?"
"Yes, that's what I said. I never knew your name, but I wanna know it now."
"I see, then...I'm [y/n]." You answered, surprised and flattered that he asked.
It's been so long since you've said your name to anyone, that you've almost forgotten it entirely.
"Well, [y/n]..would you care to accompany me for the remainder of my crusade? I was sent to retrieve as many crystal shards as I could carry...but I keep running into dead ends, and death traps.." Kallamar shuddered. "And I-"
"You needn't worry, my lord. I would be happy to join you." Although he couldn't see your smile under your hood, he could hear the delight in your voice, and chuffed.
Why were you so kind to him? Why did you treat him as though he was still your ruler?
"None of this bothers you at all?" He vaguely gestured to himself. "You don't see me as your "enemy"?"
"I only see the injured and the sick, and I heal them." You assured him, chuckling softly. "Do not fret. It matters not what form you take or how limited it is, my lord-"
"Okay, I'm not your "lord" anymore. Just Kallamar is fine."
"...very well, Kallamar. Then let us go. I know a safe path."
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Dating Clark Kent would include:
Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: None
A/N: Felt like writing for clark lately, I'm down horrifically for this man. This can be for any incarnation of Superman but I based it off the comics and my adventures with superman
It all started with a random encounter at the library while he was researching an old historical site in Metropolis(aka busy work for the new guy). He saw you with a couple of books in your hand, eyes browsing the shelves.
He worked up the nerve to start a conversation with you and actually managed to get your number. He left the library with butterflies in his stomach and an angry call from Perry asking his whereabouts.
A good starter date for him was obviously coffee. He spends hours deciding where to meet up with you, trying to find reasonably priced coffee with a good atmosphere. He tries to come up with a bunch of different outfit combinations, making the attempt to look nice but not too dressed up. This proved difficult since his wardrobe is 90% dress shirts and slacks, he’s still gotta look casual. Clark is such an overthinker, he just wants things to go well ; v;
Of course the date goes well cause he’s so perfectly himself and he charms you so naturally. He’s surprised when you ask to see him again, the whole time he was sweating bullets praying you didn’t notice. After that the second, third, and fourth date all are perfect. Well not perfect but the time spent together makes up for the hiccups.
Now let’s get into the nitty-gritty: early days of dating Clark still tries to be perfect, he hasn’t become totally comfortable with you, yet ;) I think for him he wants to wow his partner in the early stages, he feels like trying to get a city slicker like you he has to bring his A-game.
When he sees you he tries to bring you little trinkets and flowers, he likes to spoil you every now and again.
Touching! He likes to be touching you when you’re near, a hand on your waist, brushing his pinky against your hand, pressing his knee next to yours when you’re sitting together. His love language is acts of service, words of affirmation and physical touch. He loves doing things for the people close to him. This includes: Taking out your trash, watering your plants, making your bed, putting a pot of coffee on in the morning, and fixing any holes in your clothes.
Now when you're really in it with him he tells you about the Superman stuff, he feels like he can trust you but there’s still the risk of you knowing that’ll get you hurt. He doesn’t underestimate your autonomy but there are very powerful forces out there that want him gone, and you are very precious to him.
Once you can convince him that you are willing to accept the risks and tell him how much you care about him, the last of the walls come down. You’re stuck with him forever now and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
When it’s a quiet summer afternoon he’ll take you flying just before sunset, he’ll go right above the clouds so you can see what he gets to see. However if you’re afraid of heights he won’t force you lol. He’ll make sure you’re properly dressed when he takes you to visit the fortress of solitude(He tries is the key phrase). You always underestimate how cold it’ll be and he has to go all the way back to metropolis to get your favorite jacket while you sit by a heater.
Looking after him when he gets kryptonite poisoning from fighting bitch ass Lex Luthor, seeing him sweat for the first time with dark circles under his eyes. It’s more painful than what he’s feeling at that moment, and he still tries to tell you it’s not that bad. Once he’s feeling better he has to talk you down from murdering Luthor.
“Honey don’t-” “Nuh-uh call Bruce, I want a bazooka.” “You don’t need a bazooka sweetheart, I'm fine.” “No way I’m coming for his bald ass.” “Baby I’m fine, please calm down.”
Of course you’re not serious but you still want to protect him. Nobody messes with Clark and gets away with it. You and his friends will see to that, yes sir!
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#clark kent x reader#kal el#superman x reader#maws x reader#dcau x reader#dc x reader#reader insert#~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming#my adventures with superman x reader
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Soft guy
Summary: Aleksander got a little carried away in the bed, but his soft side makes up for it.
Warnings: mention of blood, very rough sex, he hurts you, aftercare, Soft!Aleks, fluff, a bit of angst, lmk if I missed one
A/N: if you're not comfortable with this kind of content please DO NOT read it! Also it's a bit short, I'm sorry
Minors do not read it. 18+ only
You and your husband; Aleks were having some sexy time. He was so rough with you tonight, rougher than usual. You tried to tell him that he was hurting you, he seem to ignore your pleas.
You tried to push him off you, he pinned your hands above your head with his free hand. When he saw that you were fighting him it seemed to make him want to be even rougher. You were afraid of what he might try to do if you kept going.
You cried out, still fighting with him. You tried to remember your safe word so he might stop.
"S-sh...shadow" you yelled out. He suddenly stopped, letting go of you and backing off as you said the safe word.
"Shadow" he looked at you worriedly, his face showing genuine concern and a bit of guilt now.
"Hey, I'm sorry" he said, coming closer to you. He tried to give you a hug.
But when he moved to hug you, you flinched away, shaking, covering your body. He backed away from you, his face immediately showing guilt.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said, "I won't touch you again"
he sat down in his chair and put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he said again. He looked like he wanted to cry.
You looked down at the sheets and you saw a puddle of blood. You were bleeding...From down there.
Your eyes grew wide and you tried to stand up but the pain was unbearable.
"Oh my god," the general said when he saw your reaction. "Are you hurt!? Let me come closer to look at you"
He tried to come towards you again, you couldn't tell if he was genuinely concerned about you or if he just wanted to see what he had done to you.
"Please let me help you" he said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He seemed to care, but you knew he was also worried about what the consequences of his actions might be.
"I...why...why did you?" you tried to choke out. Your husband was always loving and caring, you didn't understand what has gotten into him.
"I don't know" he said honestly, "I just got carried away, I'm sorry. Please let me help you. I promise I'll make it up to you"
he seemed genuinely regretful and remorseful, which surprised you a lot. He had always been caring and kind, this was the first time he had ever treated you this way.
You looked at the blood stained sheets and your mind started to race. "I think I'm bleeding" you said softly.
"I know you're bleeding" he said sternly. "I'm not blind. You're bleeding because I..." he trailed off, still trying to make sense of how his actions hurt you.
"Just tell me what I can do to help," he said softly, "I don't know what to say, I'm so sorry"
You could hear his voice break as he spoke to you. You couldn't believe what had happened, but the evidence was in front of both of you.
"Baby..." you voice softened at tried to reach out for his hands. He took your hand, holding it softly.
"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked tentatively, "I'll do whatever you need"
he looked down at your bloody sheets, his face showing genuine concern and sadness for you, which you hadn't ever seen before. He wanted to help you and make you feel better.
"It's okay Aleks. I forgive you. Just...please can you bring me a menstrual pad and some panties?" you whispered, gently stroking his cheek.
"Yes of course," he said, his voice still soft. He stood up and went out of the room to do as you asked. He returned with a clean pair of panties and a package of menstrual pads.
"Here you go," he said, handing you the items gently. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
he looked at you and brushed his fingers through your hair, trying to show that he cared. He wanted you to know that he felt sorry for hurting you.
"Can we...cuddle?" you suggested. You wanted him to know you still wanted him and his touch. He took a moment to think about your request, and then stepped closer to you.
"Yes, yes of course," he said softly and took you in his arms. He kissed you gently on the forehead, trying to show how much he loved you. Aleksander held you tightly and didn't seem to want to let go of you for anything in the world. He wanted to make you feel safe and protected.
"I'm sorry I flinched away. Just...you scared me" you mumbled softly. You hugged him close, kissing his neck.
"Shhh," he said as he hugged you. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry for" he held you close, kissing the top of your head.
"I should be the one apologizing. I'm so sorry for hurting you, I never meant to. I'll be more careful next time"
You could tell he meant every word, he was genuinely sorry for hurting you. You realized that this incident had actually affected him as well.
"It's okay...Just please be careful. It really did hurt me" you whispered.
"But you know I love you, right?" you smiled at your husband.
"I love you too" he smiled softly. "I would never hurt you on purpose. It's just that...I got carried away this time. I'll be more careful next time, I promise"
He continued to hold you in his arms and kissed the top of your head again. "I'm worried about you" he said. "Are you sure you okay after what happened?"
"Yeahh just sore. I don't think I could walk" you chuckled softly.
"No, you definitely shouldn't try to walk right now" he said as he held you close to his chest. "Let me take care of you, I'm sorry I hurt you"
As the pain from the incident started to subside, it was replaced by the comfortable feeling of his arms around you. You could feel safe and protected with him, even after what had just happened.
"Hmm I love the soft Aleksander you are now. I fell in love with him" you murmured, closing your eyes.
"Well, I am a soft guy when I want to be," he said with a warm smile. He brushed your hair back and caressed your face as you sat with your eyes closed.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly. You could hear the concern in his voice, he didn't want to do anything that would hurt you. But he also wanted to show how much he loved you.
"Of course my dear husband" you smiled up at him. You felt tiny compare to him even when laying down. Aleksander gently leaned in and kissed you on the lips, a soft and tender kiss that showed how much he still loved you.
He held you close in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair, as if to say that everything was okay now.
This was the Aleks you knew and loved, not the man who hurt you before.
#aleksander morozova#aleksander morozova x reader#the darkling#the darkling fanfic#ben barnes#ben barnes fanfiction#ben barnes x reader#ben barnes imagine#the darkling x reader#ben barnes characters
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