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Malicious Compliance - 18+

Spencer’s job has been hogging more of his time than usual, leaving you neglected, frustrated and bratty. He makes up for it by ever-so-kindly giving you exactly what you asked for.

Spencer Reid X AFAB! Reader

DISCLAIMER This story is NSFW. It contains strong themes and detailed descriptions of adult content. It is intended for mature audiences only, minors do not interact! You are responsible for the content you consume. Make sure to read all necessary warnings. Please remember this is a work of fiction; if you don’t like it, don’t read.

WARNING: Smut, penetration, PinV, word porn, no mention of protection/unprotected sex, use of pet names, BDSM elements (details in spoilers), basically just straight up word p0rn with almost no artistic licence and a sprinkle of fluff. Proceed at your own risk.

Word count: 7.2K See notes at end for authors note & spoilers.

Do people ever get so pent up that everything their partner does becomes provocative? Their mind begins looking for any signs to give their body a reason for release, even if those signs are entirely made-up. And every time they’re denied that release, the desire that previously coursed through their veins becomes frustration.

It fills them until there’s no room left for it inside of them, pushing their limits, like water pressure challenging the confinement of a pipe. Eventually the pressure becomes too much for the pipe to handle. Just a little bit more pressure and that pipe inevitably bursts.

You don’t think you’ve ever been more frustrated in your life. Maybe it’s an exaggeration but sitting here, barely two feet away from your boyfriend, watching him flip through his work files might be the last amount of pressure you can handle before your pipe bursts.

Even if you somehow manage to compose yourself, you know you’ll burst not long from now. You can’t really blame yourself. It’s been almost two full weeks since you’ve had any sort of release. Scratch that, it’s been almost two full weeks since Spencer’s even properly acknowledged your presence.

You haven’t even bothered to try and hide your shameless ogling. Not once has he looked up in your direction. So you continue to stare at the way his fingers slide down every page as his mind absorbs the information, turning the page before you even blink.

They move so elegantly. You trace the veins on his hands with your eyes. They’d look so nice wrapped around your thro - Lord, you can’t do this. Taking a deep breath, you decide it’s time to alert him of your presence.

“Spence?” Not mentioning that your presence has been lingering for almost half an hour. No response. How oblivious does he have to be? “Spencer?”

“Hm?” Even when you finally get a response, it’s barely a half-hearted one. Not even a glance up.

“You wanna take a small break? You’ve been going through that same file for ages now.” You attempt to fuel a conversation anyway.

“Can’t.”

You want to be upset, you really do, but your eyes are locked in on his fingers working that damn paper. Your mind wanders to all the times they slid along your thighs, just like that. Knees squeezing against each other to try and suppress the electric jolt that just ran up in between your thighs.

“Do you want me to order you some food?” You try to distract yourself from your current predicament, by focusing on your boyfriend’s well-being instead.

“No thank you. Just order for yourself.” There was really no point in trying when Spencer entered this headspace, it was almost impossible to get him out of it.

“I’m going out tonight, remember? Going clubbing with my friends?” Was he really so focused that he wasn’t even aware of your plans? Plans that you made infront of him this morning, by the way.

“That’s great Honey.”

Yes, you suppose he really was.

This was basically another rejection in a long list of rejections from the past two weeks. You doubt that he was even aware. That desire surging through you just a second ago morphed to frustration once again. In an attempt to let it be known, you blow out an annoyed huff as you get up from your seat.

No response.

The problem wasn’t that he was busy because of his job. You knew his job, you completely understood when he had to leave home at bizarre times. The problem was that he had been bringing his job home with him. It was hard enough to have his attention when he was actually at work, now you had to fight for it in your own home?

You make your way around the couch and sneak up on him from behind, resting your arms on his shoulders. Starting from the top of his head, you begin planting small kisses down his face until you reach his ear.

“Spence, c’mon you’ve been doing this for hours.” He leans back towards you, bringing the file with him, but keeping his eyes - and fingers - on that file. Seriously?

“Honey, I really can’t right now. You should start getting ready now for your plans.” Wow so he was aware. You should be elated, those were the most words you’d gotten out of him all week.

A dazed exhale escaped him when you nibbled on his ear. His head rolled back, giving you room to keep kissing down his neck. He slightly turns his head towards you and his hand captures your jaw in a light grip. It pulls you away from him, his voice calls out your name in a stern tone.

“Stop that, I said I’m busy. Go get ready.” His eyes remain on the page the whole time.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You think. Your eyes roll on their own volition at the same time as you start to walk away.

“I saw that.” He warns.

“So do something about it.” You scoff in annoyance.

You’re actually hopeful that maybe he will do something about it. You remained hopeful for almost an hour while you got ready. Your hair gorgeously styled, seductive makeup enhancing your best features and now as you browse through your closet for a suitable dress to wear, there’s still no Spencer in sight.

You find a dress and make your way towards the dresser to see if it completes the look. You press the hanger against your shoulders, scanning from your neck-line down to your legs and unintentionally look towards your underwear drawer.

Just a few weeks ago, you were out shopping and were innocently asking for his opinion on a new set of lingerie you liked. When you hopped out of the dressing room to show him he didn’t even stop to look at it before he hauled your ass right back behind the curtain and re-dressed you himself.

Spencer may be the sweetest man alive, there’s no doubt about that, but most people don’t know that he’s possessive as hell. An idea pops into your head when you recall that he still hasn’t properly seen the under-wear.

You dig out the brand new set and take a second to admire how well it compliments your assets. You put the dress on over the lingerie and have to admit, you look really good. Anybody with half a brain could tell what you were wearing under the dress. Spencer would never let you leave the house like this, but he’d have to look at you first if he wants to stop you.

It’d be a shame if Spencer didn’t bother to pry his eyes away from his file so he could stop you. What would he do if he realised you’d been dancing around all night in nothing but a tiny dress that barely covers the promiscuous cloth under it? Not to mention the attached stockings it’s entirely unable to hide.

He’d spank you red, that’s what he’d do.

Either way, you’re going to get laid tonight. You get closer to the mirror by leaning into the dresser and spritz a few drops of your signature perfume around your pulse points. There’s still plenty of time left before you actually have to leave, but if you stay any longer you’re going to go insane watching Spencer use his fingers on anything other than yourself. You just need to get your keys from the kitchen counter, put on your shoes and you’re ready to go.

“I’m leaving now.” You yell out to Spencer. You don’t even have to look at him to know that he’s still sitting where you left him.

And yet again, no response. “How many files does he have in that satchel?” You wonder.

You reach for the keys on the counter and just as you grab them, Spencer’s hands surprise you by grabbing your waist. You almost squeal at the sudden contact. “Where do you think you’re going, hm?” His arms cross around your waist.

“Oh so you do remember I exist?” You snark, trying to play it cool.

You can’t let him have the upper hand just because he’s finally paying attention. He snakes a hand down to your thighs and lifts your dress up slightly, his body pushing against yours. He doesn’t even bother to comment on the jab you took at him.

“You still can’t respond properly.” You try for a response again.

Before you can comprehend his movements he’s stepped back and swung you around, his hands pressing on your hips, pushing your ass against the counter. He drinks in the sight in front of him as his eyes travel down your figure and back up, meeting yours. His tongue darts out and swipes across his lips, in true Spencer fashion. He lifts you up to sit on the counter as he steps in between your legs, closing the distance between you.

“Let me rephrase,” there’s a fire behind his eyes when he speaks, tone levelled, finger creeping inside the stocking’s band. He pulls it away from your skin when he speaks,

“where do you think you’re going…”

and lets it go

“...wearing this?”

The elastic slaps your thigh and adds to the emphasises of his last word. The close proximity, his lingering scent, voice, touch - your core was beginning to light up. It was dumb to think that you could keep the upper hand. Spencer had complete power over you and he knew that.

“I asked you a question.”

You were still going to try and challenge him, despite knowing better than to keep him waiting. It’s only fair, considering how long he made you wait. And how it took you acting out to make him notice you.

“The club, silly. With my friends. You keep forgetting.” You coyly answer, wrapping your arms around him as you lean in.

He raises both his brows in amusement and maintains eye contact, keeping his voice low and gentle.

“I haven’t forgotten. I just wonder why you want everybody else there ogling you. Don’t even try to deny it. It would only take a few drinks before you start stumbling on your ass, displaying yourself for anyone who wants a peak.” His grip on your thigh tightens.

Spencer didn’t actually care about what you wore, as long as he was the only one who saw what was underneath it. Your current attire went against that.

It took everything in you to not crash your lips on him right then. You wanted to feel him so bad but you couldn’t, not just yet. You pull out your most doe-eyed pout, eye contact still in place.

“If I can’t get my own boyfriend to pay attention to me then I’m going to have to get that attention from somewhere else.” An empty threat, you both knew that. Nobody else's attention mattered to you.

“Have I really neglected you so much?” He swallowed, not even blinking as he stared back.

Maybe you’ve been reading the signals wrong. You expected anger or annoyance, but the man in front of you looks almost…apologetic? You lean your head back slightly so you can read his face better. His expression is entirely apologetic, causing you to soften your features as well.

“Spencer I didn’t mean-”

“I know you didn’t.” He cuts in before you can finish. “I’m asking if I’ve been too neglectful.”

His hands roam from your thighs to your waist from under your dress, his fingers massaging you. You can’t pick up on his mood. He leans in and kisses your cheek.

“I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry” He reaches for your forehead and gives you a kiss there too, before coming back down to your other cheek. “Let me make it up to you.”

You expected him to punish you for acting up, his soft demeanour was throwing you off entirely.

“Spence, it’s okay. You can finish your work. I have to leave soon anyways.” You lied, unsure of how to act.

“No you don’t. Even if you leave an hour from now, you’ll still make it on time.” He moves to your jaw, leaving a kiss there. You melt at his tender touch. “Let me make it up to you. Anything you want, just ask.” He insists.

You wanted to resist, to reassure him, to make him feel less guilty. It had just been so long and your head was getting so cloudy. His lips felt so, so good against your skin.

“Ask.” He whispers, his voice so painfully sweet.

Your hand runs through his hair, the other one dragging along his back lightly. He pushes his clothed, but clearly hard, length against you and a soft whimper finds its way out of you. He was clearly just as turned on as you were.

“Please fuck me Spencer. Make me cum. Please.”

He pulls your dress over your head and throws it somewhere on the floor, leaving you only in your lingerie and returns to your neck. The grip in his hair becomes slightly tighter as you grind against him. He takes this as permission, grabbing you by your legs to pull you as close to him as possible and takes you in a deep, hungry kiss. Another whimper leaves you, travelling from your mouth into his.

He glides his tongue against yours, arms tightly hugging your waist. You’re both heated, panting heavily as you kiss, grinding against one another. Before things go any further, he pulls away.

“You wanna cum?” He glides his hands all the way up your torso, cupping your jaw in his hands.

“Mhm,” You nod, cupping his wrists “Please.”

He gives you a clumsy peck.

“I can help you do that. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll make you come. Would you like that, Princess?” His voice sounds so raspy, he’s almost whispering.

You don’t entirely trust his sweet demeanour, he’s never this nice when you’ve broken as many rules as you have. But fuuuckkk. You were so turned on right now and he looks so beautiful.

“Yes please!” You enthusiastically bounce off the counter, kissing him as you start to walk backwards. He doesn’t let the kiss fully break, walking with you, your hands feeling whatever part of each other they could.

You manage to find your way to the bedroom with some minor collisions against furniture, giggling every time. Your motions come to a halt when you reach the edge of the bed, the kiss deepens again.

Your hands start fumbling with his shirt and he works his belt, functioning as quickly as you can to get him undressed. His boxers slide off and you can’t help but break the kiss again to gawk at his shaft. Fucking hell, you’d seen it so many times and it’s still just as pretty. He kisses your forehead and chuckles.

“Like what you see, Princess?”

You smile, biting your lip in response but not taking your eyes off his length. He lifts your head back up by hooking his finger under your chin to meet his gaze and he returns to your kiss. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra and he grabs it in the middle, pushing you down on the bed gently.

The mattress catches you, but your bra is ripped away in his grasp. Spencer remains standing over you, eyeing your figure beneath him as he discards the laced bra on the floor.

“Well Handsome, you gonna join me or what?”

This earns you another chuckle as he leans down towards you, the mattress dipping from his weight. You shuffle back on the bed together, sharing another passionate kiss on the way. Both of you refuse to break away until you finally reach a place you mutually decide is comfortable.

Or at least, til Spencer decided it was comfortable enough and yanked you towards him until both your cores were completely pressed against together.

The only thing restricting complete contact was a flimsy piece of fabric and it was barely enough, judging by the needy whine that you let out when the underside of his cock brushed against your heat.

“So wet. So pretty.” Spencer groaned, kissing his way down your neck again.

His hands freely roam up your body again, stopping to cup and knead your breasts. He takes his time using his mouth, sucking on the flesh as he makes his way down from your collarbones to my sternum.

This must be your punishment. You’ll have to leave the house covered with his markings on your skin, warning anyone else who even thinks about touching you, that you belong to him.

“Fuck, Spencer.” You breathe out in desperation and grind your hips against him, earning you a gravelly moan. Your hands come off the bed and back into his hair, trapping him against you without applying pressure so that he can move about as he pleases. .

When he’s satisfied with the bruises he’s stained you with, he licks a path from your sternum to your left tit, leaving his hand to continue playing with your right one. He sucks, nibbles, kisses and licks your nipple all while pinching and rolling the other one between his fingers.

“Spence, please!” You gasp, unable to control your hips.

“Mmm, my needy little whore.” He mumbles and begins a trail of kisses back down your torso, stopping just above your mound, but abandoning the region altogether as he diverts his path to your thigh instead. You whine at his delay to satiate the fire that he ignited.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he coos “patience Princess.”

You whine harder and he pinches your nipple, earning him a yelp.

He continues his motions up your thigh, kissing all the way to your knee before switching legs and trailing back down from your knee to your thigh. Every kiss sends electricity through your core, hands still in his hair, following his head wherever it moves.

“As much as I love you, if you don’t stop teasing me I’m going to fucking lose it.” You interrupt his foreplay, deciding that he had done enough priming.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, and it sends chills through your spine. Your body jerks up in reaction and he takes this opportunity to slide off your panties, leaving you bare, save for your stockings.

Cold air hits your heat and before you have the time to adjust to the feeling, he runs his tongue up your slit, flattening it entirely to cover as much surface area as possible. A loud, rippled moan emerges out of you, arch intensifying. Your hands tighten the grip on his hair automatically.

“Fuuuccckkkk.” is all you can muster in that moment, your brain short-circuiting.

Spencer focuses the tip of his tongue at the edge of your entrance, sampling the taste of your arousal before fully dipping in. His arms hold your legs apart in place and he sneaks his thumb to your clit.

You feel euphoric, you could float away. The feeling of his tongue pushing in and out of you was enough to leave you grabbing at his shoulders, digging your nails in slightly. Your hips started rocking against his face, Spencer had to physically hold them down as he shifted his mouth's attention from your entrance to your clit.

“Hold still,” he ordered in the most gentle tone, the vibrations from his voice causing goosebumps, “you’re doing so well, Sweet Girl.”

You squeaked when you felt his mouth circle around your bud, sucking gently. As he worked you with his tongue, You felt him enter a finger inside you. His name rolled off your tongue in a sigh, your hand back in his hair pulling slightly and causing him to erotically groan.

The sounds coming from between your legs were so sinful and lewd, only amplifying when he added a second finger. His pace increased with the addition, fingers curling slightly while he pumped.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, vocabulary reduced to filthy swears and moans. You could feel my orgasm pending below my abdomen. Spencer didn’t slow down, even when you tried to buck away from his touch.

He was persistent in following you, his head moving wherever you tried to escape to. When he felt that he couldn’t keep up, he held you down by applying the entire pressure of his forearm against your pelvis.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!” Each repetition got louder, you didn’t know what you were trying to say. He only sucked harder at your cries.

“So, so, so, so, clo - mmmh” Was all you could manage to say, your head lolling back into the bed.

“So good for me.” He uttered, making your thighs squeeze around his head. Spencer knew just what to say to get you to the edge. Your senses began to cloud in ecstasy, you were on the brink of your orgasm.

His slender fingers were working you from the inside, his skilled tongue was working you from the outside, you could barely keep your breathing in order. Your walls started clenching around the intrusion, your legs dug into the mattress, one hand pulling on his curls and the other hand digging into his forearm holding you down.

You were just on the verge of cumming when Spencer pulled out his fingers and stopped his motions. The whine you let out was visceral.

“What the fuck?” It was a genuine question.

The only response he gave was a puppy eyed stare, so full of adoration as he trailed his way back up to you with more tender kisses. You propped yourself on your elbows, trying to read into his expression.

You were so confused. Were you being punished?

He must’ve picked up on your thoughts because he skipped over your chest entirely to whisper in your ear.

“I’m sorry Princess.” He pecks your cheek, dragging his lips across your face to your lips.

You return the kiss, but don’t hesitate to question his motives once you’re finally able to find your words.

“Why’d you stop?” Tone pathetically whiney.

He kisses you again, stronger this time as he rests his fingers under your chin.

“I want to fuck you.”

He turns your head slightly to the side so he can whisper in your ear again.

“I want to fuck you until cum on my cock. Is that something you want me to do Princess?”

His voice sounded like he was whispering sweet affirmations, but his words were so filthy. The contrast had you clenching around nothing. Spencer loved hearing you confirm how bad you wanted him.

“Princess?” He turns your face to him again, so he can look into your eyes. “I asked you something.”

The eye contact feels so intense, it causes your breath to hitch a little.

“Yes.”

He moves in just a little closer, lips grazing.

“Yes?” He was testing you.

You should be grateful he was only testing you instead of tying you up and edging you all night for being a brat. That was still a possibility and you really don’t have the patience to wait anymore. You knew exactly what you had to say.

“Yes, please! I want to you to fuck me until I cum on your cock.”

That was all it took for his lips to come crashing down on yours. This kiss felt different to all the others tonight.

Almost like it held a hidden meaning.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and wrapped you around his waist. Neither of you pulls away, until you both gasp into each other’s mouths as he finally enters you.

He fills you up slowly, until there’s no more of him left to give and your arms instinctively drape against his shoulders. The second your bodies adjust comfortably, he pulls out slowly until just the tip is left in you, thrusting back in after a second.

You moan at the intrusion, pulling him closer for another kiss. He continues thrusting in and out, your make-out getting more careless as you moan into each other and his pace gradually picks up.

Your bodies move in sync, chasing a mutual high. His moans only encourage you to keep meeting his thrusts. He lifts one of your legs higher along his side, the tip of his shaft lightly bumping your cervix with every thrust from this angle.

“Feels..so..good...” You moan against his mouth.

“Yea?” He questions softly.

“Mhm.”

“How does this feel?” He reaches between your bodies to play with your clit as he fucks you. Your fingers dig into his back at the sensation, brows furrowing in an attempt to hold it together.

“Reall- fuck, really good.” You choke on your words from the intense pleasure.

He keeps up his pace and you feel myself getting close.

“Spencer, I’m clos-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, Spencer interrupting you with his lips on yours.

“Cum for me Pretty Girl.” He coaxes, pulling away.

“I wanna finish together.” You plead, hoping he was as close as he seemed from the way he was grunting.

“We will. Just let yourself go Princess. I’ve got you.” There was mischief laced with his promise, but you didn’t pick up on it.

The coil in you was almost at its breaking point. It only took a few deep thrusts and you felt it snap. The feeling forced your eyes to the back of your head and your mouth aimlessly spewed random obscenities.

Your orgasm had been brewing for almost two whole weeks and when you were finally allowed release, well, the release was really intense. Spencer was no longer moving inside you once you finally came down from your high.

“Thank yo-” your gratitude was cut off by a loud wail when you felt Spencer slam back into you. You hadn’t noticed him shift into an up-right position, his hands pinning you to the bed by your hips as he continues fucking you with a brutal pace.

“Oh I’m sorry,” his demeanour shifted to demanding, “what were you saying?”

“Spence, fuck-” You couldn’t think properly with the way he was pounding into you. “What-” Your inability to speak matched your inability to think.

He abruptly pulls out of you, flips you over and pulls you up by your hair. He then grabs your wrists with his free hand and pins both your hands behind your back, pulling your back to rest against his chest so he could whisper directly in your ear.

“You asked me to fuck you. I’m just giving you what you want.” His tone remained soft, but it was laced with a harsh, taunting aura.

You were utterly flabbergasted. You had pissed him off. Spencer played you. His previous notion of ‘wanting to make it up to you was a decoy. He planned to properly punish you the whole time, buttering you up for his own entertainment.

Letting go of your hair, he pushes you back into the mattress, ass up in the air. He keeps your arms pinned and before you can make any noise, the air cracks to the sound of him spanking you.

Hard.

You squirm, burying your face into the mattress to muffle a surprised shriek. He leans down against you, re-aligning his lips to your ear.

“I’m going to count as I spank you. And for every single one, I want you to tell me one thing you did wrong tonight. Do you understand?” The setting had shifted entirely. Spencer had fully embraced his dominant role and you knew you had to be careful if you didn’t want the punishment to be too prolonged.

“Yes Sir!”

“One.” His first smack was lighter than the one he surprised you with just a second ago.

“I rolled my eyes.”

“Two.” Hand hitting over the exact same spot as before.

“I was mouthy.”

“Three.” This time he hit the other cheek.

“I- I don’t know-” You really didn’t.

Well you did, but whenever Spencer punished you, your brain turned to mush. You couldn’t think, it turned you on so much that you became stupid.

“Wrong. You dressed like a whore just to get a reaction out of me. We’re going to start again.” The force he hit with that time was unforgiving. you wailed at the sting.

“One.”

You had to restart at least two more times, your recall ability getting weaker with each blow. By the time Spencer finished, both cheeks were stinging.

He runs his middle finger through your slit, collecting your arousal and pushes it inside you. “Of course you’re even wetter now.” He snickers, you could only moan in response.

“Nothing? You had so much to say before.” He finally lets go of your wrists, allowing them to fall to the sides and he rubs your sensitive behind.

“I’m sorry for being a brat.” You muster as you try to flip around and face him.

“You will be.” He stops you and twists you back into position.

Face down, ass up.

“Get comfortable Princess, I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, he enters you in one quick motion, building to the brutal pace he originally set in no time. You swear it’s like you feel more of him now than you could before. Your hands rush to grip the bed sheets to try and keep yourself grounded.

“Spencer- ah-” He grips a handful of your flesh to shut you up.

“The only sounds I want coming out of you right now are the ones where you scream my name. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yessir!” You cry out from the pain.

He’s practically fucking you into the mattress at this point, every thrust so harsh, so precise, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. Everytime his body meets your behind the sting intensifies, as if he keeps adding fuel to the fire he set on your skin, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“Shit- Spen-” You can’t hold yourself back, the only thing on your mind is him, his name falling from your lips as if it was a song stuck on a broken record.

Your senses were on overload. He was consuming your entire being. You could feel every inch of him inside you and you didn’t want to stop. Your core began to tingle, feeling another orgasm approach you, reducing you to a blubbering mess. The room was filled with sounds of your moans and skin slapping against each other.

“I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonn-” Your words fade out.

“Go ahead, cum.” Spencer orders in between thrusts. “Cum all over my cock.”

His permission is all it takes for stars to come down from the sky and take hold in your vision. The sheets aren’t enough to keep you anchored and if it weren’t for Spencer’s grip on you, you’d have fallen flat against the bed.

It takes a few minutes for you to catch your breaths, knuckles white from how hard you scrunched the sheets in your fingers. He’s still inside you when you come down again, just watching without saying a word.

“Colour?” Spencer leans in above you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder. A reminder of his promise that he’s got you.

“Green.” You wearily whisper. Your legs were burning, your body was utterly exhausted, but you enjoyed it when he used you in spite of the fact.

“Good. You’re going to give me one more.”

He plants another kiss and wraps a hand around your neck, the other sneaking between your breasts. Without using any force, he pulls you up in his lap, your back to his chest. A whimper chokes out of you when his length brushes against your inflamed bud.

“You look so pretty like this Princess.” He coos in short breaths. “All red and fucked out for me. Only me.”

He lowers his hand from the apex of your breast to his shaft, so that he can align himself with your entrance again. You subconsciously arch in anticipation, eager to have him fill you again despite your physical debilitation.

Once he’s lined up, his hand travels up again, stopping at the height of your hip. He pushes you down at the same time as he moves up, a loud moan erupting from both of you.

“You take me so well Princess.” Spencer praises.

Your eyes roll to the back for a second time tonight as your head falls against his collarbone. While his initial pace was slow, it didn’t take long for him to speed it back up to ruthless - you have to admire his stamina.

He lowers his mouth to just below your jaw, his fingers tightening around the sides of your neck, limiting the blood supply to your brain. At the same time, he starts sucking another hickey on your skin and your jaw hangs open to allow passage to a series of moans as a result.

“You enjoy being fucked like a whore hmm?”

The contrast between praise and degradation had you clenching, resulting in desperate grumbles from him. His grip only tightens more when you take too long to answer.

“Yessir-” You stifle, brain going fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. He loosens his grip and smiles, lips grazing your cheek.

You’re beside yourself, all you control had been relinquished to this man long ago. You feel him play with your clit, circling and flicking the bud. It’s already swollen from previous use, the overstimulation is too much for your body to handle. Unable to squirm away from him, you grasp at his wrist, attempting to push him away.

Spencer doesn’t relent and you’re too weak to use any force. Everything he does is pushing you over the edge and all you’re able to do is whine and moan.

“Use your words Princess? What do you want? Do you want me to stop?” He sneers, knowing that’s not at all what you want.

“N-No Sir.”

“No? You want me to keep going? Want me to make you cum again?” Small grunts slip from him when he speaks, fingers speeding up between your legs. “You gonna be a good little slut and give me one more?”

“I ca-can’t, it’s to-ah - too much-''

“Oh so now it’s too much for you?”

There’s nothing romantic about your current disposition. It was purely salacious- his hand on your neck, the other between your legs, you practically kneeling against him with your back to his chest as he pounds into you from behind, the sounds created from your bodies melding and pouring from your throats.

You’re practically a free use doll for him. Your need to release from earlier today was nothing compared to how bad you need to cum now. You feel like you might explode from the extreme pleasure.

“Spen-Spence- fuck- pleasepleaseplease-”

“Oh my poor, sweet little Princess, doesn’t even know what she wants. Can’t even think because her brain’s too fucked out. Maybe I should stop, let you get a break.” Spencer mocks.

“Nononono, please! So close, Im so-fuck!”

Spencer keeps his pace on your clit, but slows down his hips when speaking.

“I think we should stop here.” He taunts. “Just look at you! You’re a mess. I don’t think you know what you want.”

“Yes-Yes I do- I do! Please Spence- don’t stop!”

“I can’t help you if you’re not making sense. Speak clearly, what do you want me to do?” Your desperation was thrilling for him. He wanted to draw it out as long as he could by teasing you.

“I’m so-close, I c-can’t!”

His fingers tighten around your throat again.

“Yes you can. You can and you will. Use your words, what do you want?”

“Ple-ease Sir, let me c-cum.”

He purposely thrusts as hard as he can when you speak to throw you off, so you have to repeat yourself.

“I said clearly, Princess. That was not clear enough.” He teases, smugly.

You inhale deeply.

“Please let me cum, Sir.”

Satiated with your answer, Spencer releases your throat and speeds up again. It doesn’t take long before he becomes sloppy with his movements. The final few thrusts are buried as deep within you as physically possible and you surrender to your climax.

Not even a moment after you finish, Spencer empties himself inside of you, hot ropes of his cum filling you up as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. A synched, loud moan concludes your tango and you fall limp against each other before you tumble onto the mattress.

Both take a moment, heaving intensely as you lay side by side. Spencer’s hand finds yours and he rubs small, soothing circles on the back of it.

“What was that?” You ask when you feel enough air fill your lungs.

He gradually turns his head to you, eyes darting as if he was searching for something in the back of his mind.

“Malicious compliance. For a lack of better wording.” He answers in a whisper, trying to catch his breath. You snort weakly, not much energy in your body to spare.

“You should maliciously comply more often.”

“I don’t think you actually want me to maliciously comply.” He pants.

Re-adjusting to face him and you just stare at each other for a moment. A breathless fit of giggles sparks amongst you. When you fall silent again, you just lie there, staring deeply into each other's eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Hmm?” He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“How you have any energy left to get up is beyond me.”

“Oh believe me, I don’t,” still panting, “but I really want to take care of you right now.”

“You just did.” You counter.

There’s a hint of penitence in his eyes, so fleeting that you almost miss it. you want to question it, but it’s quickly replaced by the expression of rapture.

“Come on Honey.” He implores and you make a mental note to ask him later.

He takes your hands and pulls you up with him. You both lazily make your way to the bathroom, you hold on to him the whole way, scared that your legs alone won’t be strong enough to carry you right now.

Immediately upon seeing your reflection, you laugh awkwardly. Mascara was running down your face, your lipstick all smudged, you truly looked like a mess. Spencer kisses your temple and turns on the shower, returning to you while you wait for the water to heat up.

He props you on the bathroom counter, removing your stockings for you, peppering you in thankful kisses. You reach over for your make-up remover and Spencer grabs the cotton wipes, insistent on removing it for you. His touch is light as he carefully wipes cosmetic residue from your face.

The bathroom fogs up and you finally get in the shower. Neither of you speak, reserving your strength to keep you standing. Instead, you wrap your arms around each other, letting go only to aid in washing your bodies. Both of you stay in the shower for a little bit longer than intended, just holding the other.

“I’m going to make us some tea. Will you be okay to finish off here by yourself?” He speaks up after a little while.

“Yea I’ll be fine. I’ll join you in a minute.”

He gives you a quick peck, then two, before he leaves. You take your time, peeing after your shower when you remember Spencer’s lecture on avoiding UTIs from when you first started dating. Once you’re all nice and clean, you slip into one of Spencer’s shirts and some fresh underwear.

You walk into the living room to find Spencer sitting on the couch, two cups of tea on the coffee table, while he fiddles with his files again. Great. Opting to ignore it due to your fatigue, you march into the kitchen to grab your phone.

Your abandoned dress is neatly draped on one of the dining chairs. Spencer must've picked it up when he was making tea. You grab your phone to find many missed calls from your friends. Fuck. You had forgotten about your plans.

You quickly shoot them a text to apologise and make some excuse for your absence, promising to make it up to them soon.

“Honey, you okay?” Spencer calls out from the living room.

You make your way back to him upon hearing his voice. “Yea, I was just texting my friends.”

“Would you like to do that sitting down? Your tea’s getting cold.” He extends his hand out to you from the couch and you take it, sinking into his embrace.

“Don’t you have to go back to your files?” When you look around, the files are nowhere to be seen.

“No. No more working on files.” He sighs

“Spence, what’s wrong?” You ask, pulling away from his arms. “You have that look on your face again.”

“I’ve been neglecting you. And I’m sorry.”

That’s what it was.

“Oh, Honey. It’s okay, I mean I get it. It’s your job.”

“You don’t have to do that. This isn’t part of my job. It’s just this one case that’s really getting to me and I’ve let it take over my life outside the job.” Guilt rides his features. You cup his face in your hands and he takes hold of your wrist.

“I won’t lie to you. It’s hard, but I know how much the BAU means to you.” You console.

“It does mean a lot. But so do you.” He shakes his head as he pulls you into another hug. “I’ve seen what this job does to people. To relationships. I value you too deeply to let that happen to us. I promise that from now, work stays at work. When I come home, I’m all yours.”

“Jesus I love this man.” You proclaim to yourself silently. “Thank you for that.” is what you say aloud.

“Infact,” Spencer's the one to pull away this time. He reaches over for his phone and begins texting someone, “just give me a second.”

“What are you doing?”

It takes him some time to reply. Texting is not one of his strong suits, he needs to pay a little more attention to the task than most people.

“I’ve just texted Hotch for some time off. I hope you don’t have any plans this weekend, because you and I are going to spend the entirety of it together.” He smiles goofily.

“I love you.” You blurt out with more passion than you were expecting.

“And I love you.” He replies with equal enthusiasm, leaning in his lips against yours.

The kiss is so emotional, so raw, so perfect.

“Now,” He brushes your hair behind your ear, “let’s finish this tea and get to bed. I have two weeks worth of cuddling to make up for, I believe.”

“So you’ve been counting too?” You laugh.

“I count every second I don’t spend with you so that I know to make up for it properly.” He confides.

You almost jump at him for another kiss, unable to contain your emotions. This man was perfect in every sense of the word to you.

As the two of you sat there, just talking, desire surged through your body once again, but in a different way this time. It was more than a desire for pleasure. It was a desire for the man you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend. A desire to just be in his presence, to be loved by him and to love him in his entirety. A desire for Spencer Reid.

Spoilers: Established relationship, Dom! Spencer, Possessive! Spencer, Sub! Reader, Bratty! Reader, soft & rough sex, spanking, degrading kink, praise kink, breast play, name calling, choking, hair pulling, fingering, slight edging (barely), overstimulation, creampie, after-care, fluff.

AN - Hey guys I’m beginning to sense that I might be incapable of not writing fluff in every story and I recognise it may need to stop. Anyways when imagining this, my brain decided it should include vanilla, soft dom and mean dom Spencer all in one, I’m sorry for that. Shoutout to all the smut writers out there, this is my first smut piece and it was so fucking complicated to write. There’s only so many ways you can write smut, y’all are dedicated. To all my virgins out there: please keep in mind that this does not represent real sex and barely is sex ever even slightly close to as good as we imagine in fanfics. Also women's bodies do not react the way we read most of the time.

Feel free to drop helpful constructive criticism, I’m always looking to improve :)

Thank you for reading!

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natalchartnurtures · 3 days

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PAC: Mitski, what about me is eternal like the.. moon?

I had so much fun doing this

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Pile 1:

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love is mine, all mine, all mine

I'm sitting right in front of your cards in utter awe. I got goosebumps when I laid eyes on your cards, pile 1. Let me begin by saying this: you've seen some DARK and truly terrible times, haven't ya? Even as I say this, it feels like an understatement. There have been times when you were stripped down to bare bones, and you had to "grow back the rest of you." I apologize for the gruesome metaphor (but hey, I'm just the messenger; this ain't really coming from me :p). Maybe you've had to encounter times when you felt painfully lonely, stuck in your head and in your general life too, like your spirit was beaten down. Or maybe it felt as if the universe snatched away something you thought was incredibly precious? But I hear that it wasn't what you thought it was; that's why it had to go. You probably didn't see it that way at all, and THAT'S ALRIGHT because we don't have Spirit's perspective, now do we? I see that you really struggled to put yourself together after that somewhat 'impossible-seeming' loss. It seemed like it came outta left field.

BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT. You, my friend, took this PAIN and these fucked up times and turned it into a damn palace of gold. You read that right. What's eternal about you? Your alchemy. Your fire. Your willpower. Your ability to take life by the balls. Your refusal to let it beat you to dust. Your refusal to be small. Literal goosebumps, you feeling it yet? It's your connection to God/Source/Universe. Your faith. Your mastery of your mind, babe. Yeah. You've somehow mastered your mind in this process of putting yourself back together. Acknowledge that ish! 'Cause you really did do that.

Nothing can ever get you to stop dreaming, and much less trying to stop you from achieving them, love. You're a powerhouse of energy, and God bless anybody who ever underestimates that (you included side-eyeing you right now). Not you getting low key called out, haha.

Don't get me wrong, though; being a powerhouse of energy doesn't necessarily mean being in everybody's face trying to assert your dominance, y'know? It can look like silent crying in the middle of the night and waking up the next day determined to overcome the thing that made you cry the day before.

Your light is what's eternal about you. It never goes off. Like ever. Your dedication to learning and growing through whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, life throws your way is what will never die, sweetie. It's like a part of your essence at this point. I hope you're proud of that and know that it's what will bring you to your success in life, whatever that looks like for each one of you beautiful ass people reading this :)

Haha, that's so cute; I just heard Spirit go "you're going places, sweetheart" ><

And with that, let's end your FABULOUS, goosebumps-inducing (btw, I don't say that about just ANYTHING), and awe-inspiring reading here.

Thank you, pile 1, for sharing your energy with me today. I love you guys so, so much and… not gonna lie, I'm low key honored to have been in your presence today. Haha, see ya!

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Pile 2:

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?

My god, why is there so much happening as I tap into your energy, pile 2? And I mean it in a nice way, though. I heard T Swift's song "The Last Great American Dynasty" as I was shuffling for you, and I heard Spirit go, "she's sweet and salty," lol. We'll see how all that plays into the reading eventually.

The first thing I noticed was your incredible balance within your mind and heart. It's shocking. Maybe you've been working on getting these aspects of yours to agree with one another and balance each other out, or it's simply your personality, but… pile 2, this beautiful mind-heart balance is what's eternal about you, love. Your peace. Your calm. The childlike innocence of your heart blending seamlessly with your mind's unending curiosity for life. Your emotional intelligence. The way you flow… like water, I heard. Wow! I find that so amazing, ugh, like can we be friends, pile 2? T-T, 'cause I definitely need some of that in my life right now, not gonna lie, haha.

There's that AND then there's a whole other dimension to you where you give 'life of the party' vibes as well. OH, so maybe that's why I heard Spirit say "sweet and salty," like two very different things but produce a wonderful taste together. Complex. Addicting. You make people want to come back for more, pile 2. Mmmmmm! Love that!

You have this laid-back vibe to you as well that a lot of people in your life appreciate. I see that your ability to lighten anybody's day is what's eternal about you awwww. I heard "she's the sunshine of my life." UGH, this is too wholesome for my heart; please save me. You seem to really perk up people's day/week or just life in general. You give, like, Saggi vibes, bro. It doesn't matter if you have that in your chart, but it's just your soul. The eternal aspect of you feels bright, expansive, loving, and so vibrant in energy, my god. You've also got strong feminine energy too… you must be really good at attracting 'cause you're strong in your feminine energy AND you're chill and detached from it at the same time. Effortless manifester, master manifester are some words that come to mind as I describe this.

Your divinity is what's eternal about you. Your 'witchy vibes.' Your embodiment of your highest truth. Your commitment to maintaining this divine connection in your day-to-day. Bro, what's eternal about you is that you can turn any old mundane task/thing into something fun and magical and full of meaning and symbolism. You live life deep, and even though there aren't a whole lotta people who can join you there, you wouldn't have it any other way. It's your raw authenticity, babe. Circling back to "The Last Great American Dynasty" song, maybe you're like Rebekah that T Swift sings about, "the most shameless woman this town has ever seen." People tend to call raw, authentic women shameless, but you couldn't care less. You will forever do what you like 'cause you're a free-spirited divine mystic in the body of a teeny lil human. Love it.

That's all I have for you, pile 2. Thank you for spending time with me! I love you so much <3

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Pile 3:

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

Ah, my divine activators. What's eternal about you? Your intensity. BS detection might as well be your middle name. Sherlock Holmes who? 'Cause you're the new detective in town, baby, sniffing out illusions, falsities, fake people, LIES, victim mentality. None of that runs free with you around, I'll tell you that. It's your capacity to hold divine truth, lovingly, which is INCREDIBLY hard, btw. You can't stand half-assed people and people who seem to not have their "heads screwed on straight." Lmao, what kinda people are you surrounded by, pile 3? Ooh, I heard that you're divinely planted where you are so you can activate a lot of people into awakening to their true selves, but it looks like nobody wants to actually awaken. Lmao.

-Side note: My heart goes out to you if you've been surrounded by really difficult and chaotic energies that bring you down a lot. That SUCKS so hard, bro. Been there myself too lately, and it's not a fun merry-go-round to co-exist with. Just keep being your amazing cool-ass self, ok? Things will work out eventually. You already intuitively feel that things will get better, so trust that feeling!-

If I could describe your energy, I would use the Phoenix rising from the ashes symbolism to do so. Ohhhhh, as I told you that, I saw a vision of T Swift's music video of "Look What You Made Me Do," where she comes out of the grave and sings, "Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time." I'm a fan, pile 3. Omg. That's some badass ballsy energy, and I'm so here for it right now. You're the epitome of what psychological death and rebirth looks like. You're the textbook definition. And THAT'S what's eternal about you. No matter where you are or what you end up doing in life, you'll always be able to "rise up from the dead" and do it iconically too. Haha, I literally heard that. Lmao. This ability of yours is an extension of the greater aspect of you - your higher self. Whoa… I just heard you've had this ability for lifetimes and you will take it strongly with you to the next ones as well. Powerful. It's etched in your soul, pile 3. You know what you want and how to get it, even if not immediately; you always do eventually. It's the security you possess within yourself that's eternal, love. Nothing can really shake you at this point. Lmao. You've got a strong-ass foundation.

-Side note: I'm really seeing a healed and fully realized root chakra for you. If you haven't gotten there yet, you're well on your way! Good job! Root chakra work is the most brutal, btw, so… you really have my respect. Haha, moving on-

You have warrior energy present quietly in your personality as well. You give spiritual warrior vibes. You don't prefer to live in it 24/7; it's simply something you tap into when a situation calls for it. Otherwise, I see you being quite heart-centered, full of love, looking at the world with rose-colored glasses. Your inner child is what's eternal about you. Your divine sensitivity and your capacity to hold your emotions without judgment and live big from a place of heart. You embody the energy of water in my eyes, tbh. Life-giving but also destructive if need be, and there's absolutely nothing weak about water. Phew. You are eternal as the oceans are.

Ahhh, pile 3, that was sooo much fun! Thanks for stopping by, and I love you soooo much!

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honeipie · 13 hours

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THE INTERVIEW

katsuki x reader

synopsis: katsuki won’t do interviews for anyone. well, anyone that isn’t you.

this is part two of the first hockey boys katsuki post which you can find here

after the interaction at the bar, you and katsuki had been seeing more and more of each other, not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. in public he'd answer your questions dead last during the press conferences, but you waited each time. knowing that when it was over he wouldn’t leave your side at that bar.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. you knew you liked him, and he liked you.

the two of you never made your relationship known to the public, due to the small fear you had of it interfering with your job. katsuki never minded, as long as you came home with him at the end of the day he wasn't going to complain.

so five months later here you were, in bed with one of the best hockey players in the league, trying to escape his need to cuddle.

buzz. buzz. buzz.

"get your damn phone will ya?" katsuki mumbled, pressing his eyes shut. you let out a long sigh eyes opening slowly.

"i would if you weren't holding me down like a damn paperweight" he only grumbled loosening his arm around your torso. you couldn’t help but giggle picking up the phone.

“don’t worry my baby. i’ll make it up to you”

“shut up” this made him fully let go and turn his body around. you couldn’t help but fully burst out in laughter at his dramatics before you answered your phone.

“hello?” you rubbed off the sleep that still clouded your eyes.

“y/n, sorry to call you this early but we’re going to need to have a meeting quickly. i hope you don’t mind”

you contained the groan you wanted to let out and opted for a small sigh instead “i’ll be there in an hour” hanging up you turned back to your boyfriend placing your chin in his shoulder.

“i gotta go to work kats”

he grumbled something before turning around to fully face you “this is the one day i don’t gotta go to practice and now they’re callin’ you in? what the hell?”

“i know it sucks, but i’ll be back as soon as possible ‘kay? it’s just a meeting then i should be done” you pulled him in for a kiss which he sleepily returned.

“ugh your breath-“

“shut the fuck up”

even through your teasing he couldn’t help but smirk a little. you got out of the bed opening up his closet. he had opened up a space for you knowing that you might have to get up and go. you picked out something that was comfortable, but still work appropriate. you didn’t plan on staying long anyways.

by the time you exited the closet you were quickly putting on lipstick and looking in the nearest mirror you could find. at this point, katsuki had gotten up and made his way over to you.

“you look nice”

he placed kisses at the crook of your neck, which you were trying not let get to you. cause if you did you would not be getting to work.

“thanks!” you put some earrings in trying not to tilt your head too much where he could have more leverage over you. once they were in you turned around making his head snap back up “i will be back. please remind me cause you know how i could stay there for hours” cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for one last kiss which left a lipstick stain, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that.

when you arrived at the station you said your casual hello’s before making your way into one of the conference rooms. luckily, there was already a coffee sitting there waiting for you. ever since you had drawn more attention for the station you’ve been getting some more positive attention.

“hello sir” you greeted your boss with a smile going to sit down across from him. he smiled back at you his teeth practically shining from all the whitening his does.

“there she is! sorry for calling you in on such short notice. i know you probably have errands to attend to" you only shrugged going to take a sip of your coffee "the reason i called you up is because we need something big. we've been getting attention from the players and that's good, but the season is almost over, and we can't just rely on those press conferences anymore. we need something bigger. remember those locker room interviews i was talking about? i was wondering if you could score one with any of the teammates. if you could pull it off, do it with bakugo. he seems to do strangely well with you"

your eyes flit up to meet his. you thought that you could get away with the press conferences for at least the rest of the season. katsuki and you never really delved too dead into work conversation. you'd always hit him with the little 'how was work' and his response never failed, 'y/n you were there'. that was all you would really do. you didn't want him to think that you were with him just to get information out of him, so you never said much about what your boss asked you to do.

"that should be okay with you right? i mean you are our star reporter"

clearing your throat you nodded "i should be able to pull something through. is this all? not to be rude, but i do have some plans for the rest of the day"

he shook his head standing up from his chair "that's all i got for ya" he walked over to give your hand a firm shake "thanks for being so cooperative. shoot me an email when you've got something" with that, he was out of the door.

your keys clanged against the ceramic bowl you made on one of you and katsuki's date nights. he had made one too, you just use it to keep your rings in. katsuki stood in the kitchen already starting prep on some dinner for later. you slipped off your shoes going over to stand next to him.

"how was your meeting?" he asked using a knife to scrape vegetables into a bowl. all you could do was shrug and hop onto the island counter.

"it was okay" you watched as his back muscles flexed along with his movements. katsuki was good on the ice for sure, but in the kitchen? it was like everything he touched was approved by God himself. after he had made your favorite meal after a long day you had never gone back to cooking yourself.

katsuki finished with the last of the vegetables before walking over to you. both hands rested by your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist bringing him closer “hello handsome” you went to lean in but to your surprise he dodged.

he must’ve noticed the offended look that crossed your face “tell me what’s up”

“nothing is up! i just wanted a kiss!”

“don’t lie to me. i just can tell something is wrong. don’t ask how, just tell me so i can help. don’t want you moping around the house bringin’ the mood down”

“weird way of saying you care” your fingers went up to play with some of his hair.

“i do care. that’s why i’m asking”

a small pout formed on your lips as you thought “i don’t want this to ruin what we have. i don’t want you to think im using you or anything, cause i’m not. i love you kat,” if you being upset before didn’t concern him enough this definitely did “my boss is asking me to get a locker room interview with someone on the team-“

“i’ll do it”

it was so quick you could’ve missed it. he didn’t look upset, or even angry. katsuki just shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence. as if he doesn’t brush off every single one on one interview there is. no, you’ve seriously seen him delete the emails before even opening them. fucking spam is what he calls them.

your eyebrows furrowed together at his words “you’re- you’re sure about this?”

“yeah why not. you’re definitely the one doing the interview right? plus if you don’t want it to be with me i’ll force one of the other extras to do it. they fuckin’ love the attention.. was that it?”

“i’ll be doing the interview for sure, and that was it”

he leaned down finally giving you the kiss you wanted along with a small ‘love you’ at the very end.

when he kissed you, there was an unusual feeling on his bottom lip. pulling away you put your thumb over his lip feeling out the bump.

"what the fuck? do you have herpes or some shit?"

katsuki pulled away with an offended expression "no i don't have fuckin' herpes! and if i did, i would've gotten it from your dumbass!"

"well i don't have herpes so where did the herpes bump come from?"

"stop calling it that!"

your stomach was hurting from laughter and katsuki was trying not to give in to your stupid jokes "i got it from that game yesterday. it's starting to swell up a bit" you tilted your head letting your thumb graze over it again.

"babe, you've gotta stop fighting. i don't want to mistake you for having STDs again-"

"is this your weird way of saying you care?"

"i do care"

the two of you stared at each other for a good minute, neither backing down until he let out a huff "fine. can't believe you're doin' this to me" he grumbled going to walk away into the bedroom “come get into some more comfortable clothes. i want to lay down to make up for this morning"

katsuki had a game the next day, so of course you sat right behind the bench where the team sat. it was a close match the whole game. tensions were high between both of the teams, and everyone could feel it. all throughout there was one player on the other team that was really pissing katsuki off, and you could tell from where you were sitting. the way he would skate quickly away from him every time he would get close. the way he would make the whole bench shake every time he sat down in rotations.

there was no physical contact made from either side. not until katsuki scored a goal for his team which must've aggravated the other enough to the point of bodychecking katsuki, hard.

the crowd egged the players actions on with ‘oooohs’ and ‘oh shits!’

now katsuki was livid. you could see him doing a quick turn around to face the player again, but suddenly stopped himself.

katsuki shook his head, and skated away.

the whole crowed murmured in confusion, the player who instigated it was confused. hell, you were even confused.

the day katsuki bakugou refused a fight has finally come.

after the game had finished, and everyone cleared out of the locker room, the station got it set up for the interview. you had taken katsuki into the coach’s office to explain how it was going to go down “so it’s not like a regular locker room interview. it’s going to be like a podcast episode. people eat those up nowadays so this is gonna be good-“

“hm” he was half listening to whatever you were saying. his face was buried in your neck and hands pulled you in by your waist. the blinds were closed and the door was shut, so there was a fifty-fifty chance you could’ve gotten caught, and he was willing to take it.

you decided explaining any more would be useless. all of it going through one ear and out the other. so you moved your hands up the back of his shirt making him shiver slightly “you did good today. i saw your goals”

“thanks baby” he whispered back placing soft kisses along your neck “we can go home after this right?”

“right after, then take a hot bath”

“then let’s get this over with” hesitantly, he pulled away from you going to open the door. you could tell how the game wore him out by how his shoulders sagged slightly, and his hair was a mess. hand going to his shoulder you stopped him “hey, we can do this another day”

he shook his head grabbing one of his baseball caps “nah i’m fine. turn this shit on” nodding you got into you seat. he settled into his but couldn’t help but watched as you fixed your appearance looking into one of the screens nearby. fixing your lipstick because he accidentally smeared it from the after game kiss. the way you straightened out your clothes because of the way he relaxed onto you like a pillow. he loved seeing the evidence of his love all over you, even if nobody knew.

man, he was starting to regret agreeing to keeping this secret.

“are you ready mr. bakugo?” you asked as if you didn’t even know him.

“yeah ‘m ready”

the interview was going smoothly for the most part. you asked him questions and he either gave you one of his famous snarky remarks, or an actual thought out answer. the topic of conversation had turned onto the events of today’s game, and you had questions already lined up in your head.

“so mr. bakugo you had a good game today with you and your teammates pulling in yet another victory. though i’m sure everyone is wondering why you didn’t involve yourself in the fight today. i mean that player was being pretty hostile”

katsuki shrugged pulling the mic away from his mouth a bit “my girl doesn’t like when i fight”

your eyebrow raised at his statement. the team behind the cameras ears perked up at the new information.

“your girl? you- you have a girlfriend?”

his eyes flit up to yours trying to contain his budding smirk “yeah i do. congratulations, you’re the first people to publicly know. other than the team”

“if you don’t mind me asking. how long have you and your girlfriend been together?”

“almost six months”

“so almost half a year. she must have something special if she could tie you down”

both of you were now smiling at each other. it wasn’t shocking that you were smiling, but katsuki? hell must’ve frozen over.

“yeah she’s special as hell, and pretty. might put a ring on her finger one of these days if that’s what she wants” he adjusted the mic once more “people might say that’s quick, but i say when you know you know. why waste time?”

you had choked on your spit causing a coughing fit. katsuki covered his face to hide the fact that he was chuckling at your misfortune. once you pulled yourself together you shook your head “i’m sorry about that. i don’t know what happened”

“don’t worry about it”

“well thank you so much mr. bakugo for doing this interview with us. you’ve been amazing”

he mumbled out a ‘you’re welcome’ before the cameras stopped rolling. you got up quickly making sure the crew had everything they needed before you made your way outside. both you and katsuki had driven your own cars here so you would simply meet him at home.

by the time he had gotten there you had already run the bath and gotten in. you could hear the soft pats of his clothes hitting the floor as he made his way into the bathroom. carefully, he slipped into the tub behind you, muscles instantly relaxing. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. just basking in the warmth of the tub.

“you’re good at your job”

“thanks” you looked over your shoulder to see that his head was tilted back. his adam’s apple bobbed a little because of your movements.

“whatcha starin’ at me for?”

“cause your pretty. and i want to know if you meant what you said”

his one eye opened to look over at you “what did i say?”

katsuki knew what he said. he just wanted to be able to hear his words become yours.

“that you wanted to marry me”

he closed his eye again moving his arms to wrap around your body. they pulled you close with ease enveloping you in more warmth.

“i meant every fuckin’ word”

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Hello, I love your writing, can I request Charles Leclerc x singer!reader where they already knew each other back when they were teenagers but the reader moves to LA to pursue her career so they kinda feel off cuz of the long distance, so years later Charles decides to surprise her at one of her concerts and tries to shoot his shoot after all those years they end up together and it's all fluffy and cute.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense english is not my first language, thank you <3

love this!!! tysm <3

birds of a feather ✿

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem singer!reader reignites an old teenage love with famous driver charles leclerc

songs: birds of a feather by b.eilish, the 1 by t.swift

author’s note: mostly cute and fluffy but had to add a bit of angst oops! inspo from billie’s new album obv bc that’s all i’m listening to rn. also some google translate involved so oops again if it’s wrong :)

word count: 4k

In the luxurious city of Monaco, you and Charles were cruising along the winding roads late at night, a favored pastime for the two of you. The cool breeze tousled your hair as the windows were rolled down, filling the car with the scent of saltwater and adventure. You stole a glance at Charles in the driver's seat, his face adorned with that familiar boyish grin, his eyes sparkling just as they did on the day you met him.

The car zoomed down the winding road, its expensive engine purring like a contented cat. Despite its luxurious interior, Charles had no qualms about letting you put your feet up on the dash. The scarlet sky painted with streaks of orange and pink was the perfect backdrop for this drive at sunset.

One thing different about this drive at sunset was that one of your own songs was playing on the radio. At only 19 years old, your song “Birds of a Feather” was reaching the top of the charts worldwide. At any chance he got, Charles would blast it at full volume whenever the two of you were together. It only made sense considering the song was about him.

You and Charles had been inseparable since childhood, a bond that felt unbreakable and essential to your very existence. Over the years, you both had your fair share of romantic partners, but it seemed like none of them could compare to the connection you shared. Despite any ups and downs in your own love lives, you and Charles always found your way back to each other, like two ships anchored together in the stormy sea of life.

Of course, there were fleeting moments when you wondered if there could be something more between you and Charles. The thought would cross your mind as his hand brushed yours or when he made you laugh until your sides ached. But those thoughts remained just that - fleeting and unspoken. You both cherished your friendship too much to risk changing its dynamic.

But deep down, underneath layers of familiarity and comfort, there was a quiet longing that neither of you acknowledged. A shared understanding that there was something more between you than just being best friends. And although it was left unsaid, it was an unspoken truth that added a layer of depth to your friendship.

The bass of the song throbbed through the car, drowning out Charles' words as he spoke to you. You strained to hear him over the music, but all you could see were his lips moving in time with the beat. "What?!" you shouted comically with a grin, and he reached for the volume knob to turn it down.

"I said, it's only a matter of time before you're touring worldwide," he repeated with a small smile. You shook your head in amusement. Charles always had grand visions for your music career, dreaming of reaching the stars and achieving the highest goals even when you couldn't imagine them yourself.

“You’re only saying that to be nice,” you playfully bantered with him, knowing deep down he truly believed in your talent.

A wistful smile crossed his face as he replied, “I’m serious. Before you know it, you’ll be in L.A., living your dream and making music for the world.” His words had a bittersweet edge to them, causing your own smile to falter. There was truth in his statement - Charles had just signed with Ferrari and would soon be the busiest he's ever been in his career as a Formula One driver. You were endlessly proud of him and all that he had accomplished. It feels like just yesterday when you both were just kids with big dreams, but now here you are, actually making strides towards achieving those dreams. Even with a hit song on the radio and promising opportunities ahead, you still felt like you were ages behind in becoming someone big in the music industry. And the thought of possibly leaving your best friend behind as you pursued your dreams weighed heavily on your heart.

He noticed the solemn expression on your face, his eyes full of understanding and affection. "Ah, come on," he said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You know I mean that in a good way." His voice was warm and sincere."L.A. is a hotbed for the music industry right now," he continued, his excitement palpable. "And haven't you always talked about wanting to go to the States?"

You nodded slowly, unable to contain a small smile at the thought. "Yeah, but...I can't even imagine us being apart for so long," you admitted with a hint of sadness. "We've never been separated for more than a week. And even then, you were blowing up my phone every day." You couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

His own laughter rang out, contagious and genuine. "So now you know that when you're in the U.S., you won't have to worry about us not talking," he reassured you. "Clearly, I can't get enough of you." His words made your heart swell with love and comfort. Despite any ridiculous or anxious thoughts that may cross your mind, you were always reminded that the bond between you two could stretch thousands of miles.

About a week later, you had hired a manager with the help of your parents and were looking at record labels to sign with. Your social media pages were blowing up with new fans anticipating and begging for new music. It was a rightful step for a singer who had just had a song blow up, to make more music.

After many phone calls and contracts, you decided on the best deal to sign with the record label you had always wanted. With a location in Los Angeles, Sony Music Entertainment was your new employer.

As the days passed, the familiar childhood bedroom in Monaco slowly transformed into a maze of boxes and packing materials. The bittersweet scent of nostalgia clung to the air as you said goodbye to the people and places that had shaped you. It was early February, just before the newest Formula One season started, but Charles seemed to be swallowed up by his work, juggling the responsibilities of being their rookie driver. In those fleeting moments between racing events, he squeezed in time for you, knowing that soon you would both be consumed by your separate paths. On the last night together, you took a nostalgic drive around town, savoring every street corner and landmark. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your house - now empty and cold without all of your belongings. The silence hung heavy in the air as you sat side by side, cherishing these final moments together.

You both sat on your bed as you rested your head on his shoulder and asked, “How did this even happen?”

“Your talent will always drive you towards success, how could it not happen?” He replied and it made your eyes water. You weren’t sure how you were going to adjust with your time apart. You’ll miss his advice and little jokes. You’ll miss your late night drives around Monaco with him, taking in the cool air.

As he turned to face you, his piercing eyes caught the glistening trails of tears streaming down your cheeks. His own expression shifted from concern to sadness as he took in the sight of your heartbroken state. With a heavy sigh, he reached out to gently wipe away a stray tear from your cheek and murmured, "Please don't cry." Your eyes met his with a solemn understanding, but your bottom lip began to quiver despite your efforts.

You couldn't help but notice the glimmer of tears in his own eyes, which only made your own tears flow even more freely. Together, you both sat on the edge of your bed, gripping each other's hands tightly as you cried until it became almost comical at just how much emotion was pouring out of both of you. In between sobs, he managed to let out a small laugh and said, "It's not even an actual goodbye, I'll see you again soon.”

You couldn't help but laugh along with him through your tears. "I know," you replied with a watery smile. "I'll see you before I know it.”

But as the night wore on and the hour grew late, the reality of tomorrow morning's early flight to L.A. began to sink in. Despite wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, you both knew it was time to say goodbye. You stood up and shared one final embrace, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug while yours rested around his neck. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne brought a sense of comfort amidst the pain of parting ways.

“Tu vas me manquer mon amour,” he whispered by your ear, which made you squeeze him tighter.

“Tu vas me manquer davantage, Char.” You replied with a raspy voice, your cheeks still wet with tears. He blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

~ 5 years later ~

The electric energy of Los Angeles, California pulsed through the air as you walked towards the venue on the opening night of your highly anticipated second tour. Fresh off the massive success of your second album, fans from all over the world were eagerly awaiting your performance tonight. You could already hear their screams and see their signs, some bearing your name since the very beginning of your career. Your first tour had been small, just a few cities in the U.S., but now with your skyrocketing fame, this tour would take you to stages across the globe. The thought of performing for thousands of people in different countries sent a thrill through your veins. As you approached the entrance, excitement and nerves intertwined within you, ready to take on this new chapter in your music career.

As you nervously waited backstage, dressed in a stunning white gown for your highly anticipated opening night in Los Angeles, your mind couldn't help but wander to a familiar name: Charles. The two of you had been inseparable during your first year in L.A., constantly talking and supporting each other's dreams. But as time went on, his calls and texts became less frequent until they eventually stopped altogether. You found yourself relying on social media to keep up with him and were happy to see that he had found success with Ferrari, but also couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and confusion as to why he had suddenly disappeared from your life. You debated reaching out to congratulate him on his wins, but deep down, you knew it wouldn't make a difference.

The next years after that became hard, and you struggled to make genuine connections with anyone in the industry. You found that often other artists wanted to use you for their fame or publicity. But you had found one genuine person, your boyfriend. The two of you dated for two years, but two weeks before the opening night of your world tour, he broke things off. You were devastated, as he had become someone you loved dearly and could trust with your whole being. His reason was that he realized he couldn’t handle your level of fame and that it was becoming too much for him to handle.

So here you were, backstage, reminiscing on your career up until this point. Your mind ran over the setlist a thousand times. “Birds of a Feather” hadn’t made the cut for this tour, and you stopped performing it all together once Charles had stopped communicating with you. You weren’t sure why he was on your mind so much for your opening night.

As you stepped out onto the stage, a wave of excited nerves washed over you. But with each step and movement, your confidence grew until it radiated off of you like a second skin. The bright lights illuminated your white dress, making it glow against the dark backdrop. You knew this dress well, having spent hours upon hours rehearsing in it, mastering every twirl and flick of the sleeves. And now, as you sang and danced flawlessly, you felt like a true star. Every note was hit perfectly, every movement graceful and deliberate. It was as if you were born to be on that stage, commanding the attention of everyone in the audience. The familiar click of a metronome and the muffled directions from backstage played in your in-ears, guiding you through the performance like a well-oiled machine. You had become a masterful performer, honing your craft to perfection.

You wished you could remember every moment of this night as you went through the setlist. You performed “the 1”, a song from your most recent album. Fans speculated it was about the recent split with your boyfriend, but really in your mind you knew it was about Charles. Your fans mostly were unaware of Charles and the old friendship the two of you had. He rarely talked about you in the media, and you were never asked about him, even though the two of you were individually growing more famous by the day.

As the final song ended, you returned backstage, the sweat dripping down your face and your body heaving with exhaustion. This tour was more physically demanding than your last one, with intricate dance routines and high-energy performances. But it was all worth it as you heard the crowd's roar of approval after each song and saw their hands in the air, singing along to every lyric. The adrenaline rush and satisfaction of a flawless opening night kept you going despite the fatigue setting in.

You got a flood of compliments from your team and the crew backstage as you felt the dewy feeling of sweat on your forehead cool down. Your manager came up to and wrapped you in a big hug, congratulating you and updating you on the next steps for the tour.

“I know you don’t typically meet people after shows, but there’s actually a visitor here for you. He was pretty persistent.” She told you as you stood outside your dressing room.

“Who is it?” You asked tiredly, not wishing for long interactions with people after the show. You were worn out, and typically napped or slept through the night after a long show.

“He said his name is Charles Leclerc. Went on about how you guys were childhood friends. He showed his ID and credentials so we allowed it.” Your manager explained everything and as she was speaking your face became flushed. Charles was here, in L.A? And your management had allowed him to meet with you. You were partly in shock and partly frustrated with how easily he was able to persuade your team.

“Well…where is he?” You asked, and your manager pointed to your dressing room door. “He’s in my dressing room?” You questioned in a surprised voice, lowering your voice in case he could hear you.

“We weren’t sure where else he could’ve waited. He made it seem like he needed to have a serious talk with you.” She explained further and you put your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth, and thought that maybe she was joking. You thought that you’d open up your dressing room door and it would be empty, earning a loud laugh from her and a “Got you!”

As you slowly opened your door, still clad in your flowing white dress, your heart caught in your throat as you saw Charles sitting on the plush brown leather couch. The air was thick with surprise and a tinge of nervousness, evidenced by Charles' fidgeting hands rubbing against his pants. You could barely breathe as you managed to utter a breathless greeting, "Hi."

He stood up abruptly, his body language tense and unsure. “Hi,” he replied.

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain as you asked, "What...um...what are you doing here?" Your fingers instinctively ran through your slightly tangled hair as you waited for his response, feeling both overwhelmed and curious about this unexpected visit.

As he stood before you, he seemed to struggle with his words, his voice catching and pausing as if trying to contain an overwhelming emotion. You gazed at him in awe, taking in every detail of his changed appearance. The dimple in his cheek still deepened when he spoke, the same crystal eyes sparkled with unreadable emotions. But now his shoulders were broader, defined muscles rippling beneath his shirt, and his neck had thickened with strength. It was clear that time had passed, but it had only enhanced his features instead of diminishing them. "I," he finally managed to say, his gaze never leaving yours, "I came here to apologize." You couldn't believe he was standing in front of you after so long. And in this moment, all you could think about was how much you missed him and how different things could have been if he had stayed.

“Apologize?” You repeated, awaiting further clarification.

“I’ve missed you terribly.” He began to pour out, finally getting a grip on his words, “Every day we haven’t been together has haunted me. You’ve plagued my dreams, my every waking thought.” He took a swallow, “I see you online, doing amazing things, and I just feel this guilt that I’m not there with you.”

You could hardly believe the words he was saying. You felt the same, you missed him every morning you woke and every night you went to sleep. Yet you felt a tinge of resentment. He could have been there, he could have responded to your dozens of calls and texts.

“I’m sorry, mon chérie.” He finished his speech.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your eyes watered with emotion, your face contorted with hurt. Your voice came out breathless as you spoke, "Char, why didn't you call?" Your heart ached with longing and you couldn't understand why he hadn't taken action to bridge the distance between you. The unspoken desire between you was almost tangible, making the current situation even more painful for both of you.

“My ex-girlfriend, once we got together she saw how often we communicated and told me that I couldn’t talk to you anymore. And I thought I loved her so much that I was willing to do whatever it took. But…it turns out…” He paused, looking you in the eyes.

“What?” You questioned, waiting for him to spit it out.

“It turns out as the years went on, that I just loved you.” He said as he stepped closer.

“You don’t mean that,” You denied shaking your head, a single tear running down your cheek.

“But I do,” he grabbed your hand, “I think I’ve always loved you.”

You broke out into a grin while tears still fell, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your head into his chest. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry mon amour, I guess I was just too stupid to actually do anything. But I love you, I love you so much.” His arms wrapped around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

You pulled back and placed your hands on his face, admiring his mature features. He took his thumbs to wipe off the tears on your face. “I love you too,” You told him and he grinned. “Will you finally kiss me?”

His lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss. As your heart raced and butterflies fluttered in your stomach, you couldn't help but smile as his lips moved against yours. It was your first kiss with the love of your life, a moment that you would never forget.

You had always known deep down that he was the one for you, but you had spent so long convincing yourself that a friendship was all it could ever be. But now, as you felt the warmth of his embrace and the intensity of his kiss, you realized that the love of your life could also be your best friend - the person who knows and understands you better than anyone else in the world. And in that moment, you were grateful for every step that had led you to this perfect moment with him.

Charles had to return to his Formula One season, but the two of you called every day. He made it to shows on your tour when he could, and when you traveled to France to play your home show, he was there for every minute of it.

The crowd knew that this show was special, and fans had picked up on the new romance between you and Charles. Everyone was loving it, and older fans finally put the pieces together on the connection the two of you had. So for your home show, you played “Birds of a Feather” for everyone as a surprise, with Charles in attendance. The song had only changed meaning slightly, as you sang it with more love towards him than you’ve ever had before. Headlines were soon filled with your name along with his.

As the next year rolled around and January came, the two of you were inseparable at award shows, him proudly by your side for every one of your achievements. His smile lit up the room and his hand always found yours in the sea of people. Even when you won your first Grammy, he was there in all of your acceptance speeches, his eyes sparkling with pride.

As the year went on and you took a break from touring, you joined him on the road during his racing season. The roar of engines and smell of burning rubber filled your senses as you watched him race with skill and determination. The paddock quickly became like a second home to you, with fans flocking to meet the both of you. The Ferrari team welcomed you with open arms, treating you like family. It was a dream come true to be able to share this passion with him, and you couldn't imagine a better way to spend your time off.

Charles never dulled your shine; in fact, he basked in its radiance. He was not intimidated by your fame, but rather, he reveled in it. As you both shared stories about past relationships, Charles' understanding became apparent. He may have been known for different reasons, but he knew the highs and lows that came with celebrity status. Together, you formed an unbreakable bond of understanding and support. Life had become akin to heaven with Charles by your side, a constant source of love and grounding amidst the chaos of fame.

Together, you moved into a luxurious apartment in the heart of Monaco. The spacious living room had been transformed into your personal music studio, with instruments and recording equipment scattered about in organized chaos. The walls were adorned with posters from your past tours and handwritten lyrics. Charles stood by the window, looking out at the stunning view of the city below, while you strummed your guitar on the plush couch. The sense of security and stability he brought to your life was palpable - his presence assuring you that he would always be there, no matter where your music took you. As you played him your latest compositions, his fingers effortlessly danced across the keys of the piano, adding depth and richness to the melodies. Together, you created magic in that space - harmonizing not just in music but also in life.

As you laid in bed one night, your head rested on the pillow turned towards him, you caught him staring at you. You grinned, “What?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen someone more beautiful before in my life.” He told you in a low voice, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing you should’ve expected him to shower you with compliments.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, “Je t’aime chéri.”

You both settled into bed, cuddled up next to each other. He kissed your temple, “Je t’aimerai toujours plus.”

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anemptypuddingcup · 2 days

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Be my guinea pig.

W/ Trafalgar Law.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader.

I really wanted to throw something a bit different onto the table. This one’s just a freebie and about a week of kinks filled with both the one piece character and Reader’s kinks.

I’m doing self-inserts for just both Law and Luffy! If I ever make this into a series, I’d wanna hear suggestions from you guys.

I’m still working on other things but and I promise Ima get stuff done. I’m a dumbass who’s horny and have plenty of writing/art ideas running through her brain.

Contains: Writing is organized differently in this series. Self-Insert. (Still referred as Reader). Reader and Law helping each other try out their kinks for a week. Asphyxiation kink. Praise kink. Somnophilia kink. Hand kink. Mutual Masturbation. Roleplay. Sensory Deprivation. There’s no oral in this, surprisingly- Fingering. Handjob. Lots of fucking- Reader is submissive in this. Literally a fic dedicated to Law bc he’s plaguing my brain.

“Oi. Can I talk to you about somethin’?” Law slowly walks up to you as he stared down at you sitting there on the couch. You look up from your phone and blink all cutely to him, your brows raising as you began to grow nervous about what he had to say. He sits down beside you and rests his body against yours, his body heavier and rather larger than your smaller and lighter body.

He rests his head against your breasts, his golden eyes peering up into yours as if he wanted to tell you something or maybe ask for something. You quirk a brow to him and set your phone down, your hand resting up against his temple and against his raven strands. “Is there something you want to ask me, Traffy?” You asked, staring down at him while he looks around all playfully.

“Well…Yeah. There is something I wanna ask you.” He responded, his eyes peeking away from yours as to avoid contact with your eyes and advert his gaze. You hum out and paused, wanting to hear him out as curiosity brewed from your mind. “What is it Law?” You asked him, now growing a bit impatient as he left you waiting.

He sighs out before finally asking his question to you, a groan leaving him as he began his sentence. “Would you wanna…try out some of our kinks? I know it’s a sudden question but…I wanna explore and stuff…” He says, struggling to get the last of his sentence out as he grew kinda nervous for your response. You smile at his question and your mind began to roam around deep in your thoughts.

Law never did specify which kinks he had, and neither did you. Maybe it would be nice to explore and see what kind of kinks you both could have.

“I’m fine with that…I’m sure mine are…more subtle than yours though…” You say, a nervous chuckle leaving you as you whispered those words. Law smirks and lifts his head from your breasts, his hands groping them and making you gasp out suddenly.

“I’m fine if your kinks are as vanilla as can be, it’s all about enjoying them together no matter how tough~” He whispers to you, his eyes piercing deep into yours and making your heart flutter and pound against him. “We’ll start next week. That is, if you can handle that before then.” He teased, his smirk on toy turning you on even more while you watched his fingers play at your soft mounds through the fabric of your shirt.

You sigh out shakily and sit up a bit trying to pull away from him but causing him to follow and slide his hands up underneath your shirt. You mewl out and shut your eyes softly, sighing out as your hands press against his. “Q-Quit touching me! Y-You said next w-week didn’t you?~” You gasp out, shuddering at the feeling of your nipples running in between his fingertips.

“Maybe I’m the one who can’t wait~” He chuckles, adoring how sweet your voice sounded while he played and teased at your body.

☆ ☆ ☆

Day 1: Asphyxiation.

His hand reached out and quickly got a tight hold on your neck, your hands uncontrollably clawing and gripping at his wrist as a natural response while he choked you as if he genuinely hated your guts. Weak yet choked moans struggled to leave your throat as you winced and looked up at him, one of your eyes closed while the other stared down at his cock sliding deep inside of you.

As much as you adored feeling him deep inside of your sticky and needy cunt, part of you didn’t expect him to start strangling the life out of you this hard. You whimpered and kicked a bit, your legs frantically kicking about as you whined for him to release his grip on your throat.

“Do we need to stop, sweetness? You don’t look too pleased…” He asked you, quirking a brow as he watched you squirm and wriggle beneath him. You shook your head and mewled out, trying to endure it a little while longer for him while he grows more aroused by your facial expression. He tried to stay patient with you and he gained arousal just from watching you struggle to breathe beneath him alone. You cry out and arched your back, your feet sliding along the sheets as you tried to pull away from his grasp.

Your eyes began to roll up and flutter, your body losing it’s needed oxygen and causing your body to begin fluttering in and out of consciousness.

That ,in return, causes him to stop immediately.

“Alright alright, enough. I don’t wanna hurt you anymore by taking this further…” He sighed out, his hand releasing your throat and allowing you to inhale deeply. You coughed a bit and he peppers a few kisses to your neck, apologizing for hurting you or at least choking you so aggressively. “Well, it was good while it lasted. I don’t want you to push yourself past your limits. Prolly woulda actually caused you to faint if I kept going.” He says softly, his hand pressing against your temple while he combed through your strands.

“M-M’sorry…I-I’m sorry…Traffy…” You apologized to him, wiping away the light tears that brewed at your eyes due to the asphyxiation. His fingers played at your cheek, caressing it softly while he sighs out all lovingly to you and your adorable face. “Don’t apologize baby, it’s not your fault…We can go soft for you if we need to okay?” He says, smirking to you and reassuring you so sweetly. His soft tone of voice followed by his little smirk causes your heart to flutter and you whine out before wrapping your arms around him.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to apologize for something as silly as this sweetheart~” He whispers to you, his body rising above yours before he continues thrusting his hips into yours. You whine out to him and stared up into eyes, still upset that you couldn’t last very long for him. He sighs out and peppers more smooches to the soft skin of your neck, making you moan out while he chuckled.

“Here, if you wanna try again…This time we’ll start with less pressure. Okay baby?”

“O-Okay…”

He slowly wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing hard but not hard enough to the point where you were uncomfortable. He stared down into your eyes as he continued fucking you, thrusting his hips a bit harder into you while you moan out to him in pleasure. You bit your bottom lip as you enjoyed the slight lightheadedness spilling into your head, the very slight lack of oxygen causing the pleasure the be stronger.

“Mmmgh~ Traffyy~” You moan out to him and he smiles, pressing his lips against yours while he rolled his hips into yours, his tip kissing your g-spot so deeply.

Day 2: Praising and slight daddy kink.

“Such a good girl for me, do you like it when I play at your pussy like this?”

You mewl out sweetly to him, watching as he palmed at your slit and slid his fingers through your folds repeatedly. “Mmmhh~” Your toes curled and your brows furrowed from the pleasure, a soft whine leaving your lips while you watched him play with your body as if it was some type of toy. Your back was up against his chest and you were sitting in between his legs while he went to work on you. “Cmon baby girl~ Answer daddy. Aren’t I making you feel good?~” He asked you, his tongue trailing along the soft skin of your neck while you gasp out shakily.

“M-Mhmm~ I-It feels- so g-good Traffy~” You moan out for him, arching your back before you gasp out suddenly at the feeling of his fingers sliding past your entrance and going deep inside of your cunt. He smiles and presses his lips against yours, his chest up against your breasts while he fingered your pussy. He thrusts his fingers in and out to your warm velvety walls, his fingertips occasionally curling up and kissing your sweet spot while his fingers massaged your walls.

“You’re doing so good for daddy, Taking his fingers in so well like this~ Your pussy is stunning fluttering around my fingers like this~” He groans out, his cock hard and throbbing as he thrusts his fingers faster into your pussy. Your moans made him hard as well, with how sweet your voice sounded it was practically hard to keep himself composed.

“Ohhh Traffy~” You gasp out, shutting your eyes softly as you felt yourself yearning to cum just from his voice alone if his fingers weren’t buried deep inside of your pussy. The sound of his fingers going deep in and out of your pussy repeatedly made you shudder before moaning out loudly against him. “That’s right, let your voice out. Keep letting your voice out like my good baby girl~” He whispered, his eyes staring down deep into yours while you shudder and gasp out in response.

You began to feel his fingers thrusting faster, and you can’t help but to cry out and tighten up around his thick digits. The way his fingers kissed your sweetest spot made you curl up and whine out against him.

“Fuckkk~ Traffyyy~”

“If you cum on my fingers daddy’ll fuck you with his thick cock. That’s if you cum on daddy’s fingers like a good girl. Alright princess?”

“Y-Yes daddy~”

“Good girl~”

You whimper out all sweetly and looked away from him, arching your back while you relished in the feeling of his digits ceiling and digging deep inside of you.

“My cute baby girl, you’re taking them so well~ You want daddy to go faster?~” He asked, his lips nipping at you ear while you gasp out all shakily from his voice and fingers. “Y-Yes!~ Y-Yes please!~” You responded all angelically to him, your eyes rolling up as you felt your cunt tightening around his thick digits.

“Yes what, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes daddy~”

“Good~ Fuck you’re such a good girl~ Always obedient and sweet for daddy~ You love it when daddy praises you don’t you?”

“Mhmmm~ I-I love it so muchh~”

His fingers began to curl up and nudge hard against your sweet spot deep inside your pussy and you moan out shakily, struggling to hold yourself back much longer. Your back nearly arches up off of Law’s chest as you moan out loudly, your mind practically melting from his words and his praising.

“Mmgh!~ Fuck!~ I-I’m so close to creaming Traffy!~” You gasp out, your arm resting against your temple while the other hand gripped the sheets beneath your body. “Yesss~ Fuck yes princess~ I want you to cum on my fingers~ Cum for me princess~”

Day 3: Somnophilia.

The sound of your snores filled Law’s ears as his body hovered over yours, his eyes watching as your back rise and fell with ease. You were breathing steadily and Law stared down at your vulnerable body, staring as it rested and built up its energy for the following day.

He sighed out shakily and traces his fingers along your slumbering body, noticing as it twitched from the slightest touches his tough fingertips provided to your soft skin. “God, so fuckin’ perfect~” He moans out to you, basking in the lack of response your sleeping body provided to him.

Law softly stroked his cock as he pressed kisses against your skin, his lips sucking on your skin and leaving dark marks against it while his eyes slowly looks down to your sleeping face. You moan out sleepily and tried to roll over but Law’s hand kept you in place and prevented you from flipping over onto your back. He hissed out before placing his cock against your sticky entrance, surprised that your pussy was wet even though he hadn’t done much to your body.

He slowly slid his cock into your pussy, gasping out at how tight and warm your walls were. Your pussy was practically welcoming him deep inside even though you were asleep and unresponsive. Your pussy encased his cock in a comforting warmth and pleasure, a heavy yet quiet groan leaving him as he slowly began to move deep within your pussy. Your moans were soft and quiet as Law fucked your pussy softly and steadily, making sure to not go as rough as to wake you up.

“God, your pussy’s so fuckin’ good~ Keep squeezin’ me like that, y’hear?~” He gasps out, throwing his head back while his mouth hung open in ecstasy. His thrusts began to grow faster but he stayed steady, his hands softly holding your hips while he thrusts his deep and yet steadily into yours.

He sighs out shakily and quickly covers his mouth with one hand, muffling his groans while he fucked your all needily.

“Your pussy’s so heavenly when you’re asleep~ Your pussy’s always so heavenly for me~”

You moan out shakily beneath him, your face unconsciously twisting and contorting at the sweet feeling of his hot and thick cock deep inside of your sleepy pussy. He hissed out and winced in pleasure, his eyes rolling up as his hips began to unconsciously fuck hard into your hips.

He sighs out heavily, his hands gripping your hips tightly before he pulled you back into his cock. You mewl out sleepy and crack an eye open, a moan automatic spilling past your lips as the pleasure suddenly his you like a brick. “Mmgh~ Oh~ T-Traffy~” You moan out shakily, your hands gripping your pillow while you squeezed around his length.

Law’s eyes widens and he immediately froze, suddenly feeling the weight of guilt fall onto him for interrupting your rest.

“Fuck I woke you up…I-I’m sorry baby~”

“I-It’s okayy Traffyy~ Just please keep fucking my pussy like this~”

“Of course I fuckin’ will~”

He thrusts his hips hard and sharp into your cunt, causing a loud and groggy moan to spill past your lips while he groans out heavily above you. The sound of his hips slapping against yours made your face turn a deep shade of red while your pussy fluttered around his thick length.

“M’gonna fuck you back to sleep baby~ Want me to fuck you back to sleep, yeah?~”

“Yess Traffy, please fuck me back to sleep~ Need your cock to fuck me to sleep~”

Day 4: Hand Kink.

“How do my hands feel against your breasts? Feels good?”

You gasp out all shakily against him, your head resting against his shoulder while he played at your breasts as if they were squish stress toys. “M-Mhmm~ Feels s’nice Traffy~ Please, touch them more~” You pleaded, moaning out all shakily while your hands pressed against his. He chuckles and slide his hands down along your skin, your body trembling against his fingertips as you enjoyed the sensation of his fingers trailing and touching against your body.

His cock twitched at your entrance, making you squeak out while he chuckles in response. “So cute aren’t you?” He hisses out, biting his bottom lip as his hands ran between your inner thighs. You whine out and threw your head back, the feeling of his fingertips against your body making you grow needy and yet so soaked from his touch.

“P-Please~ T-Touch me more Traffy~”

“As you wish baby~”

His hand cups your pussy and he chuckled, feeling how sticky and soaking you were against his rough fingers. His fingers flicked at your clit and you couldn’t help but to mewl out and turn away in pleasure. He played at your slit and clit, a soft sigh leaving him as he felt you tense up against his fingers. His fingers slowly slipped past your entrance and deep inside of your pussy, his fingers nearly kissing your sweet spot immediately.

You cry out in pleasure and watched as his digits plunged deeper inside of your pussy.

“You love my fingers don’t you? Your hand kink is just shooting through the roof isn’t it? You naughty fuckin’ girl~” He continued to tease at you, making fun at the fact that you couldn’t help to be turned on by his hands and fingers. You whine out and pouted to him before your face contorts in arousal, a gasp leaving you while your pussy continued to suck his fingers in.

“You like it when I fuck your pussy with my fingers eh? Maybe you like my fingers more than my cock. You cream more easily from my hands alone~” He shoved his fingers deeper into your pussy and you groan out all shakily, your toes curling while you threw your head back from his fingertips nudging deep into your bundle of nerves so lovingly.

“Come on! Fucking tell me that you like my fingers deep in your pussy.”

“Fuck T-Traffyy~ I-I love it~ Keep fucking my pussy with your fingers!~ I-I’m so fucking close!~”

“Gonna cream? I’m not stoppin’ until you fucking squirt on my fingers. I ain’t gonna stop until you’re soakin’ the fuckin’ sheets.” He huffs out shakily as he watched you melt within his arms, his wrist beginning to ache as he thrusted his fingers faster and deeper into your pussy.

“Gonna cum baby? Hmm? You ‘bout to cum on my fucking fingers?~”

“Yes! Yes!- Fuck- Fuck Traffy!~”

“I wanna feel your juices soaking my fucking hand.”

Day 5: Mutual Masturbation.

Your fingers thrusts into your pussy all needily, your hips lifting up off of the bed as you tried your best to reach the sweetest spot deep inside of your pussy. Law was watching you, breathing heavily while he stroked at his shaft rather fast and hard. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at your desperation, watching as you struggled to fuck yourself with your fingers and whine out all irritably.

He moves your fingers away and you gasp out before whining out, your body squirming at the unconscious heat brewing within your core. He shoved his fingers deep past your entrance and your eyes widens from the harsh thrust of his fingers against your sweet spot, mewling out as you enjoyed the feeling of his thick tatted fingers deep into your pussy. His fingers had immediately kissed your bundle of nerves, making you see stars whilst he adored your shocked expression.

“Oh!~ T-Traffy!~” You moan out his name and watched as he stroked himself with his other hand, multitasking yet focusing more on your pleasure rather than his own. You struggled to get closer to him and when you do, you move his hand away from his cock which makes his brows raise in slight surprise. You climb up onto his lap and stroke his cock, going at the same pace his fingers were going deep inside of you.

He hums out shakily and pressed his hand you moved from his cock onto your hip, holding you in place while he continued fucking with with his fingers. You jerked his cock quickly with your smaller hand, the feeling of his heat in your hand making you grow hotter against him. He hissed out shakily and pressed his lips against yours, his fingers going faster inside of your pussy while you fucked his cock faster with your hand.

“Fuck baby, your fuckin’ hands are gonna make me cum already~” He groans out into your lips, his eyes glancing down and watching as your hand fucked his cock. His fingers curls up inside of you and you mewl out shakily, his fingertips nudging up hard against your g-spot and making you whine out while you moved your hips in even more.

You wrap another hand around his length and made your gestures more pleasurable for him. Your motions grew faster around his length and he moans out heavily, his eyes shutting softly and his brows furling while he breathes out lengthily. You could feel his thick length twitching in your hands while he felt your walls tightening and pulsating around his fingers. “P-Please~ Cum with me Traffy~ I-I’m so close to cumming~” You gasp out shakily, looking up into his golden eyes while he stares at you with his half-lidded and lust-filled pupils.

He wraps his arm around your waist and thrusts his fingers into you faster, his palm occasionally rubbing against your clit which added more pleasure to your cunt. Your fingers played at his tip while your moved your hand in circular motions while jerking his cock, his foreskin continuously folding up to the underside of his tip with every motion of your hand.

His nails clawed at your side and he presses his lips against yours once again, a moan leaving both of your lips as your body shuddered against each other. “Mmhh~ Fuck~ Fuck Traffy!- I’m cumming!~” You gasp out shakily and shut your eyes tightly before you threw your head back, your pussy gushing and squirting out onto his palm.

“Hah!~ F-Fuck baby! F-Fuck-“ Law groans out and rests his head against your shoulder before groaning out loudly, a few heavy breaths leaving him as he ejaculates out onto your hand. A bit gets out onto your tummy and breasts and you moan out at the warmth of his thick seed kissing your skin. He sighs out exhaustively and nuzzles his face into your neck, burying himself into your skin while you mewl out in relief and ecstasy against him.

Day 6: Roleplay. I’d imagine that Law has some sort of medicine or drug to help make your appearances feel more natural and real. Dude is a surgeon after all-

“Such a cute little cow~ You ready to be milked by daddy?~ Don’t you have so much milk to offer for daddy?~” His hand played at your breasts within the cow-printed bikini, pulling at the straps that held your breasts up while you blushed deeply and covered your face out of embarrassment. You whimpered in response and looked up at him with your cutesy little eyes, staring at him who had nothing but just bull horns and ears on the sides of his temple.

Good god, couldn’t he just buy some costumes instead of doing some experiments with potions and such.

His tail had swayed as his eyes trails down your body, admiring for just how beautiful it really was to him. Pressing smooches against your skin, he chuckled and looked up at you while you stared down at him.

You were still nervous but- he was going to break you out of that.

“Cmon, don’t be shy with me. You love this don’t you, my precious girl?~” He asked, his hand cupping your face and squeezing your cheeks while he pulled your face closer to his.

You shuddered and whine out in response to his words, your pussy squeezing and pulsating around nothing but air as you listened to him and his arousing voice pleasing your ears. You poured and looked away all anxiously before sighing out. “M-Mhmm…” You responded shakily, a sigh leaving your lips as you looked up at him. He smirks down at you before revealing his cock to you, his length twitching and just leaking with sticky pre.

You mewl out and spread your legs to him, revealing your bare cunt to him while he sighs out hungrily and stared down at your soaking slit. He watched in awe as you slowly spread your folds open to him, revealing so much of yourself and making him even more feral than he already was. “P-Please~ Milk me daddy~ M-Moo mooo…” You say so hesitantly, your eyes peering away from him while your face burned a deep shade of red.

He could tell that you were oh so anxious, but if he had to be honest with himself…that made it so much fucking better.

He hissed out and pressed his tip against your pussy, groaning out all hungrily before he’d shove himself deep inside of your cunt. You gasp out at the hard yet swift thrust, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip while you watched him begin to thrust inside of your pussy.

“I’m gonna milk you for everythin’ you’ve got baby girl~”

You moan out loudly and held on tight to your pillow, the bed rocking vigorously as Law gave you deep and rough thrusts deep inside your pussy. The way he fucked you felt so animalistic, it was as if he wanted to breed you and milk you for everything you had deep inside. His thrusts were slowly making you fall into the role of a submissive little animal, your toes curling up tightly while his cock smooched the hell out of your bundle of nerves.

Moans spilled from your lips as you threw your head back and arched your hips up into his, your body begging him to just pull you in and fuck you like the animals you were. His knees dug deep into the mattress, sliding against the sheets while he focused on fucking your pussy intensely. You moan out against his heavy body, looking up at his golden eyes while he stared down at you intensely.

He bends down and gives you a sloppy kiss, his arms wrapping around your body as he pulls away and trailed his sticky lips down to your breasts. He pops one of your nipples past his lips and into his mouth, suckling on it rather hard as if he was genuinely trying to get milk out of it. You gasp out loudly yet heavily and moan out shakily against him, your hand pressing against his temple and running though his soft raven strands.

Your eyes rolled up far and you were gasping for air and trying to endure the pleasure while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. You drooled out onto your pillow, enjoying the deep and hard thrusts he was feeding to you.

“P-Please fuck me more!~ M-Milk me daddyy, m-milk and b-breed my pussy for all its w-worth!~”

“My, you’ve gotten feisty haven’t you?~ If that’s what you want, then daddy will make it happen~” He chuckle breathily, his tongue sliding along your areola and nipples before he’d suckle on it fully.

He groans out shakily and his cock twitches deep inside of you, already indicating that he was close to cumming. He pulls his lips from your breast with a slight pop before he’d focus back on his pleasure and yours.

His grasp grows tight on your hips and he thrusts his hips harder and faster inside of you while you’re gasping and crying out in ecstasy. The headboard hits against the wall while Law throws one of your legs up onto his shoulder, huffing out heavily as he used your body to chase after his high so aggressively.

“S-Shit! Shit!~ M-M’cumming!~” He moans out loudly and lowers his lips down into yours and smooches you deeply, his moans muffled by your lips while he finally releases deep inside of you. His thick seed spurts deep inside of you and you moan out loudly into his lips while your squirt out around his cock and onto his lower abdomen, your tail wagging with delight before it fell flat onto the sheets.

He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of your shared saliva tearing from both your lips while you huff out all shakily and yet slightly broken. Law chuckled at your broken state and pulls you up into his arms, his eyes piercing into your tear-filled ones.

“Don’t think I’m done yet. Didn’t I say I was gonna milk ya? The effects of the potion haven’t even worn off yet.”

Day 7: Sensory Deprivation.

“Ahhh~ Mmgh T-Traffy!~”

“Just keep that blindfold on and stay focused on my touch and voice baby.”

Your body squirms around uncontrollably while you relished in the feeling of Law’s cock deep inside of you. Not being able to see what he was doing certainly enhanced the feeling if not made the pleasure and stimulation stronger deep inside your cunt.

Your back was up hard against the wall and his hands was holding up one of your thighs while you held on tight to him. Your back arches as you felt him kiss your bundle of nerves, your leg growing weak from his thrusts smooching you so deeply and holding you up.

You felt Law’s fingers pinch at your nipple and you gasp out before turning your head and shuddering at his touch.

You could hear him chuckle all lowly and mischievously as if he was enjoying watching you twist and turn against him, his lips couldn’t help but to curl up into a smile hearing your submissive whines.

“Oh god~ Traffy~”

You gasp out shakily and pulled yourself up a bit, your body struggling to keep its balance while Law kept your other leg up. Your pussy tightens around him and he hissed out, you couldn’t stay composed when his cock was kissing all of the spots that needed his genuine love and attention. Your nails scratched at his shoulders and you whined as you began to grow all wobbly and unbalanced.

“T-Traffy~ I-I can’t keep standing m-much longer~” You moan out to him shakily, feeling his hips stammer for a bit before his thrusts began to slow down.

“It’s alright, I gotchu sweetness.”

Law grabs your thighs and pulls you up before pressing you against the wall even tighter, his body squeezing up against your tummy and pretty breasts.

You moan out all lovingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs tight around his hips while he fucked your pussy deep and hard against the wall. He could notice your brows furling above the blindfold while your pussy sucked him in and squeezed him tighter.

“Gettin’ close aren’t you?~” He asked, pressing a smooch to your lips while you whimper in response. “M-Mhmm~ N-Need to cum…” You exhaled, clawing at his skin as you couldn’t hold back much longer. He huffs out and thrusts deeper into you, his arms holding you up steady while his cock churned up your insides.

You struggled to hold your voice back and your moans started growing louder just as much as Law’s were. You feel Law tremble against you and his thrusts grew disorganized as he felt himself growing close. “Fuck~ I’m cummin’ baby, keep squeezin’ my cock just like that for me, okay?” He whispers out into your ear, heavy breaths hitting your skin as you listened to him and nodded.

Your cunt unconsciously obeys and he thrusts into you faster yet still sloppily while you winced from the pleasure. Your toes curled and you held on to him tight before gasping out angelically into his ear, your pussy fluttering around his length as you finally squirt on his length. “Traffyyy~” You whimpered into his hear, your hand running up into his raven strands while he moans out at your tone.

He gives you a loving smooch before finally releasing deep inside of you, his seed filling up your cunt and making you shudder before you sigh out shakily at the sensation. He huffs out heavily as he stood there in place, holding you still while you rested your head against his shoulder.

He sighs out and pulls the blindfold from around your temple and off your eyes, a mewl leaving you as you lift your head and looked at him. “Are you alright?” He asked, cracking a smile with you stared at him innocently yet satisfied. “M-Mhmmm~” You responded exhaustively, staring into his golden eyes which softened the more he stared at your drowsy features.

“You sure you’re alright? Don’t need any water or anythin’?” Law had pulled you away from the wall, his arms were still carrying you, but his length was still deep inside of you. You hum out and rest your head against his chest. “I just wanna lay on you baby, I want cuddles…” You pouted, your voice in a cutesy yet tired tone.

“Alright, I’ll give you cuddles baby~” He chuckles, peppering a smooch to your temple before he hummed out lovingly. “Before that though, I need you to hydrate. You need some fluids in your system.” He chimed, his brows furrowing as he gives you a playful glare. You whined but nodded to him before a sleepy sigh left your lips, your fingers slipping from his neck just a bit.

“Anything for you baby~”

☆ ☆ ☆

You were lying there on the couch just like how you were last week when Law had came to you. You were resting there and staring up at the ceiling, a satisfied mewl leaving your lips as your body felt very content and stimulated.

“Sweetness.” You heat Law call out to you and you hum out before looking to him, your face all cute and pure as you stared at your boyfriend. He walks over and flops down onto your body, ripping a sudden gasp from you while he snickers. “Traffy, you’re too big to be flopping onto me like this-“ You choked out, your cheeks puffing up as you poured to him. He smiled and peppers smooches all over your face before staring into your eyes.

“Wanna- Try again this week?” He asked, giving you a mischievous smirk while your eyes stared at him absentmindedly. “Is your body not satisfied Traffy? How strong is your libido?” You asked him, quirking a brow before you cracked a cute little smile to him.

“It’s not that I’m not satisfied, I just enjoyed experimentin’ and trying out our kinks together. We don’t even have to fuck as much as we did last week~ It’s about discoverin’ more about ourselves and having fun while doing it.” He confessed, his hand playing at your hair while you blushed at the contact.

“Well…When you put it that way…I guess we can…do it again…” You said all shyly, your hands playing at his fingers while he smiled at your lovable reaction. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We could just spend more time with each other and go out more if you want to.” Law suggested, throwing out options that could work for you want make you more comfortable.

You perk up at his second suggestion and hum out while pressing your palm against your cheek. “Well…How about we try both? One day we’ll hang out and have romantic dates and another day we could play around and…discover more about ourselves like you said~” You crawled over to Law and straddled him, his hands reaching up and holding your hips while he hums out all breathily.

“Fuck, ion mind that at all~ You thought up an idea better than mine sweetness…” He groans out as he sits up and press his lips against yours, making you mewl out before you giggled. “As long as I get to take my time with you, I’m alright with anything baby~” You say all sweetly, your hand holding his hand before you pulled it up to your cheek and nuzzled into it. His tatted fingers pinched at your cheek and he peppers another smooch to your cheek before relaxing his body back on the couch.

“So, where to first? There’s a bunch of options on the table.” He whispers to you, his fingers going back to playing with your hair.

“A movie night sounds lovely to me baby~”

“A movie night it is then~”

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B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader

“High School Sweethearts.” - By Melanie Martinez

"Can we just be honest? These are the requirements. If you think you can be my one and only true love."

Everyone called you picky. You were picky with food, friends, and men. Its not like you were picky, you were just cautious always taking precautions so you wouldn't get hurt by anyone you surround yourself with.

"You must promise you love me."

When Bakugou Katsuki confessed to you it was a shock, you always hid around Bakugou, clinging to him because of your constant anxiety with interacting to others. You didn't know why but he always let you cling to him, maybe he liked to protect you because you seemed so weak.

And when he confessed you didn't know how to feel, scared or happy? But what Katsuki did that day made your heart flutter, he simply kissed you and offered you to sleep in his dorm that night.

"And if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart."

You had serious jealousy problems, anytime another girl interacted with him you felt the most overwhelming feeling of jealousy which made you feel sick. But you warned you new boy friend.

"I'll ruin you if you fuck me over Katsuki."

"Step one, you must accept that I'm a little out my mind."

The little threat you gave Katsuki caught him off guard, he didn't know a little meek thing like you would ever threaten to even hurt a fly. That is till he started dating you.

An example will be how a girl from a general studies class was fawning over him at lunch, you were getting yourself food when you saw the horrendous scene in front of you, the sickening feeling of jealousy and your blood boiling making your hands shake.

"Katsu!" you call out to him, a large smile planted on your face. Katsuki turned away from the girl to walk over to you.

"If you ever let a girl fawn over you like that. I'm afraid i wont be able to become a hero anymore. Especially for murder!" You cheer, giving your boyfriend a nice pat on the shoulder.

He found this side of you quiet attractive.

"Step two, this is a waste if you cant walk me down the finish line."

"Do you wanna get married one day Katsu?" You were currently laying on his bed while he was at his desk doing some homework.

"Eh? Where did this come from?" He turned to you questioningly.

"Well...I think that what's the point of a relationship if you aren't in it to marry? So tell me now so this isn't a waste..." He heard your voice drop as you tuck your face into your arms, trying your best not to cry already.

"Of course I wanna marry you ya' baby." He stood up from his seat, sitting down next to you causing the springs of the bed to bounce a bit. It was quiet for a bit while he played with your hair.

"Thank you Katsu.."

"Step three, Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion."

"Katsu! How do I look hm? Good?" You had forced Katsuki to follow you to the mall to do some clothing shopping, he sat on the dressing room bench with his arms crossed and a very scary scowl on his face.

"You look fine."

"Thats all? I look fine? C'mon i know you got better style than that be honest!"

"Fine, but don't say I didn't try to be nice."

With that you two had a fun clothing date, the two of you trying to style each other in different ways, katsuki getting mad at you when you picked out something stupid for him or for yourself.

"I want my girl to look the best out there! Give me that you're wearing something else." He snatches the piece of clothing out of your hands causing you to laugh. Watching him try to help you, make sure you shine out the other girls made you strangely happy.

"Step four. Give me more, Give me more."

You love the way Katsuki held you, always keeping his hand on your waist or around it, the feeling of his big rough hands touching you made the heat in-between your legs intense to where you were whimpering and begging Katsuki to fuck you.

Katsuki would always tease you in different ways, making sure by the time you both made it back to the dorms you were a wet mess begging for him while you were underneath him on his bed.

"If you cant handle a heart like mine, Don't waste your time with me. If you're not down to bleed, no, oh."

Katsuki can be mean. Really mean, even to you his own girlfriend. Its not a surprise to anyone that he has anger issues especially after a rough day at school Katsuki doesn't want anyone to bother him so he just goes straight up to his room to shut the world out.

"Katsu? Can I come in...?" You carefully knock on the door, really wanting to see if he was okay. But you got no answer.

You knock again, surely you're the only person he wont shut out! The only person he wont snap at! Right?

At some point you give up knocking, but that last knock you did made Katsuki open the door so quickly it made you jump back.

"What the hell do you want? Go back to your fucking room I don't wanna hear your voice right now." The look on his face made your heart drop, the feeling of all your words getting caught in your throat.

"Oh....I-...I'm sorry." Tears begin filling up your eyes, Fuck don't cry. You couldn't help but cry, you were really sensitive and that's something you hated about yourself.

You were a cry baby.

"Fuck-...Y/n Cmere, I'm sorry." He quickly pulls you into his arms, making sure to close the door behind you. Letting you cry into his shirt. "I'm sorry for crying so much...I-...I know you m-might need some time alone!" You say through choked sobbing.

"Cmere...Don't worry about that anymore, Jst' stop yer cryin and lets sleep together okay?" You simply nodded at him, trying your best to stop your tears.

"If you cant handle the choking, the biting, the loving, the smothering 'til you can't handle it. no more."

You loved being clingy, and Katsuki loved being clingy as well, or course he will get embarrassed if you two are caught kissing in anyway but he doesn't mind you clinging onto him. He will always hold you in anyway he can, he does not care what others think because you are his girl!

Cut off

AN: Sorry for the cut off of the song! It has so many lyrics and I'm trying to get Dragon King! B. Katsuki x Reader done! Xoxo Stimnybubs.

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lucy90712 · 2 days

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Not enough- Jude Bellingham

Dating a footballer is fun until he becomes incredibly successful and all of a sudden there are rumours left and right of him dating someone that isn't you. That's what my life is like Jude and I got together 3 years ago now when we were 17 and have been together since but we never made our relationship public because until the summer we were still long distance and didn't want the extra pressure. Having our relationship private has been so nice as it has meant when we do see each other we get to just enjoy being together but it also means we have to deal with rumours of who Jude might be dating. Those rumours never really got to me while Jude was at dortmund but since he's moved to Madrid things have just got so much more intense it seems that every few weeks there is a million new articles and tweets.

Having to read all of this and seeing how pretty all the girls has really started to get to me. All the girls Jude is rumoured to be with are either models or just incredibly pretty which makes me feel awful about myself. All these girls have made a name for themselves in some way yet here I am with my job in a cafe while I try and find a job in the area that I studied. Jude likes to tell me that he doesn't care what I do for a living or how much I make but I can't help but feel guilty when I can't contribute much to the house or get him expensive things like he does for me. I'm also definitely no model I'm definitely not as pretty or as skinny as a model which I used to be ok with but now I don't feel so confident in myself. The other wags are also so pretty I definitely don't fit in with them either which makes me feel even worse about myself.

Jude doesn't seem to have any clue that this is all going on he wakes up goes to training then hangs out with the boys leaving me until late at night so he doesn't see all the rumours or how they affect me. He's not here for the time I spend scrolling through social media or looking in the mirror judging everything about myself. Even when Jude is home he always seems to have something else on his mind so he never really gives me compliments anymore. I'd like to think that he still loves me but at this point I'm really not sure I mean he's young and he's attractive why would he want to be tied down with someone like me he can do so much better. I simply don't think I'm enough for him.

A few days ago Jude went out to celebrate a big win for the team while I stayed at home but the next morning all I could see was rumours that Jude was flirting with multiple girls all night letting them dance with him and since I haven't really spoken to him. I spent all of last night laying awake thinking about everything and I decided that I just think I need to break up with Jude so then he's free to do all the things everyone thinks he's doing anyway. It's hard to decide to end a relationship especially one that has been going on for so long and one you are so fond of but I don't see any other way forward. This is why I've been so distant with Jude because in my head if I didn't talk to him that would make all of this easier.

As always Jude left for training just as I got up for work but by the time I got back he was home which only happened the first few weeks I arrived so it was strange to see him here. Like always I headed upstairs to shower and change and when I came back out the bathroom Jude was sat on the bed waiting for me. I still didn't say anything to him because I'm trying to stay strong until I find the right time to tell Jude how I feel.

"Babe are you ok you've barely spoken to me the last few days" he said

"Yeah I'm fine just been busy had a lot on my mind that's all" I replied

"Please don't lie to me I know there's something more going on I see the way you look all the time I just couldn't figure out what was wrong and now I give up so please tell me what's going on" he begged

"I didn't want to say this yet because I'm still figuring things out but I think we should break up I just can't do this anymore" I said

"Please no baby no I can't live without you whatever I've done I can fix it and I'm sorry just please don't break up with me" he said

"It's nothing you've done it's just me" I said

"Then what is it please tell me if you really want to do this at least tell me why" he said

"I'm just not good enough for you every day there is new rumours of you being with someone else and all of them are prettier and have more going for them than I do and you deserve to be with one of them or to just be free to do what you want" I explained

"But I want you that's what I want I don't want any of these girls nor is there anything going on with any other girl incase that's what you're thinking I like that you live a more normal life you keep me grounded and I think you are the prettiest girl in the world" Jude replied

"Then why are you never home and why do you never compliment me anymore?" I asked

"I-I'm sorry babe you're right I haven't been home much but I will change that I will come home after training and I will invite you to more things and believe me I could sit here for hours and compliment you and I'll do that if I need to" he said

Jude did exactly what he said he started listing all the things he loves about me while giving me kisses. It felt so good to have his attention again it felt like we were back to how we were before I came to Madrid. After he complimented every single part of me he asked if I'd like to go out on a date like a proper date outside where people could see us and I didn't hesitate to say yes. Even if people see us who cares it's about time that we went public with our relationship then the rumours can be true for once. We have talked about going public a few times but now feels like the right time just so we can stop the media getting too far out of control

I got all dressed up in a pretty dress and my makeup and hair all done for once I actually felt really pretty. When Jude walked in he had a white shirt and some black trousers on which he looked so good in. He stopped as soon as he saw me and I think his jaw actually hit the floor which made me blush and that was before he started complimenting me. The entire drive Jude didn't stop telling me how beautiful I looked which honestly made me feel so good about myself.

At the restaurant there was people taking pictures of us walking in which Jude tried to protect me from a bit but we wanted to be seen together. It was weird being in front of so many cameras as I've spent years trying to avoid all of this but now I'm happily letting them all take pictures and stare at me trying to work out who I am so they can get their exclusive headline. The people in the restaurant were lovely though they showed us to our table then left us alone as much as possible which was nice as we were able to have a proper date night together. As we finished dessert Jude showed me all the pictures all over Instagram and Twitter then he showed me a post he had drafted to tell everyone about our relationship and put an end to everything. He had a beautiful caption written which nearly made me cry and all the pictures he had I hadn't seen before as they were ones he took secretly but they were all so cute. He let me click post so that it was my decision to go public then he took my phone and turned it off so we could enjoy the rest of our evening together without having to see what everyone has to say.

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sofasoap · 2 days

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A glass of bourbon, or a glass of whisky?

Pairing: Simon "Ghost"Riley x F!reader Warning: M rating. Alcohol use, hint of intimacy.

This is sort of a ... alternative start how Mini and Simon might have met? always a possibility....

Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing challenge! you are totally awesome :) Go here to check out other wonderful writer and artist's work for this challenge. Prompt used : 100 and 59.

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The masked man standing by your brother staring at you, eyes wide.

And you look at him, trying your best to hold your expression neutral.

Small world isn’t it?

“So this is the brooding Lieutenant I've been telling you about.” Soap slapped the man’s back.“And…This thing here..” Soap pinches your cheek and dodges your punch on his shoulder.

“HEY! I am not a thing!”

“... is my baby little sister. She’s the youngest amongst all the cousins, so we call her Mini.” Soap ignored your protest and huffing and turned back towards the masked man.“and a word of warning. Don’t you dare hit on her.”

Well, too fucken late Johnny. You thought. This man has already shagged me a few times last night.

“Bourbon. On the rock.” Simon grumbled to the bartender, slamming down the note on the counter. He signed as the bartender nodded his head and turned to make his order. Wise decision to give himself a night to stop over at Edinburgh. He regretted making the decision to drive all the way from Credenhill to Inverness instead of flying. But he wanted to make a pit stop at Manchester to….. “Really, You are in Scotland and you are ordering bourbon?” A cheerful but mocking voice perked up beside Ghost interrupting his inner monologue. Ghost turned his head, glaring at the woman leaning against the bar, shaking her tumbler glass. “Clearly you have not been introduced to the proper whisky.” you laughed as you dragged a bar stool and sat down beside him. He took a sip out of the glass. “Someone tried. But I still prefer this.” “Maybe I can change your mind?”

“Simon. Simon Riley.” he held out his hand.

You gave him your name as you took his hand. He did a good job pretending it’s the first time hearing it. Or did you two actually introduced yourself to each other before you dragged him back to your flat?

You're pretty sure you did. By the amount of times you moaned out his name last night…

“Yours or mine?” “My place is only around the corner. Come on.” you dragged him down the street, towards your flat. You were half nervous and half excited, the alcohol making your body and brain buzz even more. You have never done this before. Dragging a stranger back to your place, just for a night of pleasure. But you couldn’t care less at this point. You need to forget the asshole that has cheated on you. After all those promises of undying love, how he will not forget about you even with the distance… Load of bollocks. Johnny can deal with him for you when you tell him about it.

“Sorry my family can be a bit too much.” You sat down beside Simon, “it always gets a bit rowdy a few drinks in.”

You noticed him slipping out of the room after your Ma and aunties started bombarding the poor man with questions, and your Da and uncles pouring him drinks, introducing everyone in the family, until your brother manage to drag the almost flustering man out of the chaos and push him towards the back door, knowing his friend need a bit of break and a smoke.

He hummed in reply, silently taking a drag of the cigarette and looking up towards the sky.

“... You have a nice family.” he whispered. You can hear the jealousy, but more sadness in his voice.

“Johnny and I are very lucky.” you lean back into the wall, and take a sip of the drink. “We are quite a closely knit family. Pretty much everyone lives within a day’s drive. And there’s always a big get together for holiday events.” you turned towards the man sitting beside you, trying to take a proper look at him. “And downside to that is, everyone is into everyone’s business.” You chuckled. “When Johnny mentioned inviting you over for Christmas, everyone thought he was going to bring his secret boyfriend home.”

Simon choked.

You laughed. “The amount of time he talks about you when he comes home, and between his texts and on the phone, I would have thought he had a big crush on you.”

“No we are just…”

“Good friend? Ah come on, it’s Ok to admit it. You know. Our family is pretty open.” You patted his shoulder. “I am just kidding. Johnny really treasures you as a friend.” You squeeze his shoulder. “He always appreciates you, and the team, how they are like his second family away from home. And Simon, thank you, for keeping my brother safe.”

Simon looks down at you, blinking, stunned by the sincerity in your words.

Oh, he’s got beautiful eyelashes. You thought. Didn’t really get a chance to have a good look..

Yea. because you were too busy moaning into his chest when he was buried inside you.

He was just as big as you thought he would be. And he was good. Very good. Better than that cheating ex-partner of yours. You were disappointed by the time you opened your eyes in the morning, he was gone. And surprised to find a note on your desk as well. “Thank you.” For what? You wondered. Maybe you should have thanked him, for making you forget the misery.

“You two are still outside in the cold?” Johnny slid the window open and poke his head out, breaking both of your thoughts. “Dinner is nearly ready. Ma want you two to come and take your seat at the table.”

“I am just trying to convince Simon how superior Scotch Whisky is compared to bourbon.” You replied as you pushed yourself off the wall, smiling at Ghost, he rolled his eyes at your lies.

Soap waved his hand. “Don’t waste your breath. I tried for years. That rock skull of his still thinks bourbon is better.” he lamented.

“Or maybe I might have been swayed?” You could almost see a tiny curl of his lip as he replied. You can tell he doesn’t smile much from the surprised noise your brother just made.

“Steaming Christ Lt… “ “Johnny, we are off duty, I’m Simon here.” Ghost interjected. Soap cock his eyebrow, and sighed.

“Come on, you don’t want to keep the whole family waiting.” Soap commented again before slamming the window shut. The two of you looked at each other, before Simon put out his cigarette and dumped it into the ashtray, and stood up to follow behind you.

“Mini.”

“Mmm?”

“Care to introduce me to more varieties of Scotch Whisky tonight?”

You paused your hand that was about to turn the door knob of the back door, and turned slowly to face him, with a big smile on your face.

“Yours or mine?”

“I did tell you not to hit on my sister, Simon…Oh I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over…”

“Actually Johnny…. The truth is….”

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ecstarry · 14 hours

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@rosekillermicrofic / freckles / 551 words / for @star4daisy i truly hope you like it babe, be gentle this is my first time writing them

“You two will not leave this room until you fill out that list. I am sick and tired of your bickering and fighting.”

Evan and Barty did not have time to question their professor as she loudly shut the door and left them alone in an office with a paper sitting at the center of the table. They looked at each other and both of them quickly tried to grab it. Evan was faster but Barty loved to play dirty, he launched himself across the table and bit the paper out of Evan’s fingers.

“Savage!” Evan snapped, yanking his hand back.

“Prude!” A smirk spread across Barty’s face.

“Just read the fucking instructions so we can get out of here, Crouch.” Two minutes alone with his classmate had been more than enough for Evan, he was desperate to finish their “bonding” session as quickly as possible.

His train of thought was interrupted by Barty’s laughter as he handed the crumbled piece of paper back.

“I’m actually excited to see what you come up with.”

Evan’s eyes widened as he read the instructions: name three things you like about the other person.

“This is stupid,” Evan argued, “You couldn’t even say one-”

“Your freckles,” Barty interrupted.

Evan felt a blush creep through his neck as the boy in front of him looked at him with something resembling sincerity in his eyes. Just as the redness reached his cheeks he witnessed Barty’s teasing smile growing.

“You’re fucking with me,” Evan insisted.

“You are actually nice to look at when you’re not trying to make my life miserable, Rosier,” Barty replied. With the tip of his shoe he pulled Evan’s chair closer to him. “Your turn.”

“Fine. Your ass.” Evan muttered as his heart beat grew louder with the proximity of someone he had felt anger and absolute desperation towards for as long as he could remember.

“I thought you were a gentleman.” Barty’s excitement only evoked more confusing emotions on Evan.

“Your turn, Crouch.”

“Fine, you’re kinda smart when you want to be.” Evan once again searched for the signs of sarcasm behind Barty’s dry tone, but there was nothing. For the first time there was no deceiving intention behind the boy’s gaze. Evan’s heart was racing at a concerning speed as his mind tried to make sense of why Barty’s flattery was getting him flustered.

“What is your endgame here, Barty?”

“I got bored of our little game we’ve been playing.” Barty leaned closer to Evan’s face and grabbed the collar of Evan’s polo shirt with his index finger. “I want to play a new one. Your turn, princess.”

The last words echoed in Evan’s mind. He couldn’t think. He wasn’t thinking. He threw himself towards Barty’s lips and pressed them together. They were soft. Barty Crouch had soft lips. Oh. Evan had kissed girls before, even a boy once, but nothing came close to this. Barty had one hand on Evan’s face and the other hopelessly holding onto Evan’s shirt. Soft moans echoed in the small room as they learned new ways their lips could communicate. He would continue to fight with Barty every day for the rest of the year if it meant he would end up here, under the undivided attention of this boy.

He liked this new game.

#rosekiller microfic #rosekiller #marauders #microfic #barty crouch jr.#evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #barty crouch junior #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #barty crouch x evan rosier

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nectardaddy · 3 days

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random boyfriend jean kirstein headcanons

he uses all the cute pet names, but most definitely still calls you bruh. like he can't even help it, it's instinctual for the word to leave his mouth

gets so offended if you're doing something while he wants your attention. he doesn't even care what it is and immediately goes to dramatics if he doesn't get a crumb of attention

"I am actively making us dinner. unless you want to get burned, back up" "well damn- guess I'll die."

will not shut the fuck up during a movie. "who's that?" "isn't that the guy from-?" and if he gets up to leave and come back while the movie is still playing it's a lost cause "when the fuck did that happen?"

a judgey couple fr. like will silently look at each other if you have some choice words to say about someone else. will deadass be the first thing yall talk about as soon as you leave

"you saw that too right??" "oh I sure as hell did. I can't believe that guy tried to pull something like that looking the way he does." "my thoughts exactly! he had some fucking nerve with that busted ass hair cut."

uses you as a scapegoat to get out of things he doesn't want to do/go to. "sorry my partner said I can't go" "(y/n) is sick, sorry!" "we wanted to stay in tonight, sorry man."

you get so mad at him for this like his friends probably think you're an asshole who never lets him out the house

gets random bursts of energy that he drags you along into

"we gotta go right now!"

deadass can not register things in his mind without seeing it. will take your phone out of your hands if you're trying to tell him about something you read just to see it himself

will whisper the most vulgar, obscene things to you in your ear in public to get a rise out of you

can't handle it when you say something back just as vile

a blushing mess, truly

great now yall have to leave because he has no self control

denies it when you tell his friends just how soft he actually is

eventually admits to it once you give him a sweet smile

he's so whipped, a simp if you will

the sweetest fucking man alive though, I swear

worships the very ground you walk on

his heart is so full when you compliment him, but doesn't know how to take it so just makes himself look like an ass

"well don't you look handsome? that shirt looks really nice on you" "thanks, babe, I know"

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #snk #aot #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #aot headcanons #Im so in love with this man I could cry fr #snk headcanons #snk x reader #gender neutral reader

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justcallmecj · 3 days

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Humans Are Confusing

Alright. First time posting an actual anything on Tumblr, so let's see how this goes. Ran into a post on here recently and haven't been able to get it out of my mind since, so I kinda wanna ramble.

I like to think that in the Obey Me universe, humans and demons are just Built Different when compared to each other. I also like to think that demons don't truly know a lot about humans. They think they do, or that humans are easy to predict/understand. But there are wrong and having Solomon and Mc around just proves it to them.

Again. Humans and demons are built different. I like to think about the possibility of the human body/mind being able to do things a demons body/mind could never and that absolutely snaps the brothers' minds. So I have thought of a few things I could make funny scenarios out of.

Cracking Bones:

Humans crack all sorts of bones and joints all the time. I know I sure do, mainly my back, fingers and neck. Well, so do Solomon and Mc. They both do it all the time, especially Solomon, and neither thought anything of it when they first started staying in the Devildom. Neither knew that demons can't crack their bones.

The first time Mc cracked their back when stretching, every brothers head whipped towards them. Upon seeing that that sound came from Mc, horror settled in. And even more shock occurred when Solomon, who was nearby, said "Nice. Sounded like that felt good." and Mc, who they all expected to suddenly fall to the floor or something, simply straightened themself and said "Yep. Been needing to do that for a while now." and walked out of the room completely fine. No one knew what the hell just happened.

Demons can't do that. That sounded like a bone fucking breaking so how in the Devildom is Mc okay?!?!

Still in a shock, Mc came back in and noticed the brothers' state. They asked Solomon what was up and he had no clue. So they asked. Only Lucifer was able to shake himself our of his stupor enough to ask the question.

And this left Mc and Solomon both very confused. "Can you guys not do that?" and all the brothers frantically shook there heads. With a chuckle, Solomon explained that humans could simply move their bones and joints in a way that resulted in a cracking sound. It was something that actually resulted in relief, in pressure being taken off those points.

Then he promptly stood up and swung his torso, multiple cracking sounds filling the room from his back and then he bent his fingers one by one, each motion resulting in another crack. Then he walked up to Mc and they both left the room, completely fine. Asmo almost passed out that day.

And now all the demons and angels have a short panic whenever Mc or Solomon crack something until they remember that it's apparently normal for them.

The need for socialization:

Demons can and have gone centuries alone. Whether it was self-induced or a punishment, they will be fine in the long run. Hell, even some of the brothers can go a couple months without socializing (Levi and Belphie) and have no problems. Isolation is no life threatening thing for them. But it is for humans.

The brothers never knew what could happen to a human left isolated for too long until Mc and Solomon started talking about is to each other. It was a long conversation about the effects and risks of it.

Humans can develop physical and mental disease and illness from isolation. Heart problems, depression, mental decline, hallucinations, extreme anxiety, increased blood pressure, even insanity.

Why? Could humans not just...be okay? Why would they get all these problems if they isolated for so long? That doesn't happen to demons, or even angels. So, they started asking questions, all of which made Mc and Solomon realize how these topics, which are sort of common knowledge among humans, are very much unknown to the people of the other realms

And so they explained. Explained how humans were built to be social, to depend on each other physically and mentally. While they are capable of surviving alone for a while, or even a whole lifetime, they will still develop problems. Isolation can literally alter the brain chemistry of a human. They brought up the fact that Mc doesn't like to be alone for too long, getting lonely and too far into their own head when they get ignored. The fact that Solomon, who has gone dangerously long without contact, finds the subtle ways to latch himself onto people or goes somewhere with lot of people and lets himself be with them, to feed off their energy and be human again.

Let's just say that, after this conversation, everyone made an effort to no longer ignore Mc or Solomon for too long.

(I may find more of these ideas so stay tuned?)

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lunatiics · 2 days

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pretty girls (pt. 3) | planymphia

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Act like it never happened in another world... until Jane doesn't have to anymore.

A/N: This is kind of rushed? But I had a burst of inspiration, and so here it is! Also, if it wasn't obvious, this whole fic is very heavily Pretty Girls by Reneé Rapp-coded, especially this part.

Part 1 Part 2

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Nymphia?” Morphine asked.

It was bound to happen at some point. Jane knew that. She had gotten through most of the day without a single comment about her little heartfelt outburst the night before, but when Morphine had parked their makeup next to Jane’s, she knew her luck had run out.

Luckily, Jane had had the majority of the day to prepare a perfect answer for if—when—she was asked about it. Knowing how nosy her sisters were, it was just a matter of time. And, per usual, she was right.

“It’s just for the cameras,” Jane said, the script spilling off her lips so easily she almost convinced herself. “You know how the fans love this shit. They’ll eat it up.”

“I don’t know…” Morphine pursed their lips. “I’ve seen you do that before. And this is, well, it’s similar. But it’s also different. You’ve been acting different.”

Jane rolled her eyes as cooly as she could. “You need to focus on yourself, Miss No Wins. Stop worrying about me. Not that I can blame you. I’d be obsessed with me, too.”

She was being defensive. She was being so obvious, and she knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. Throwing up her walls was all she knew. All the preparation in the world couldn’t break the habit.

Morphine laughed, but their face was still soft and fixed on Jane. “I’m not worried. It’s nice to see you like this. You seem…”

“What?” Jane asked, packing eyeshadow onto her eyelid and trying to keep her hand from shaking.

Morphine shrugged. “Happier.”

Jane scoffed. She racked her brain for something, anything, to say in response. But she couldn’t deny it. She was happier, and it was obvious, especially after last night. Nymphia made her happier. Nymphia made her want to be better. It was petrifying and devastating but at the end of the day, still true.

Jane sighed. The words came out before she could stop them. “Well, she hasn’t spoken to me all day. So I wouldn’t get too used to it.”

That was true, too. Nymphia hadn’t so much as shot a glance Jane’s way all day. Jane had positioned herself as far away from Nymphia as possible, avoided her as best she could, so she couldn’t even blame Nymphia for doing the same. But still, Jane’s worst fears had been confirmed. Jane had probably been too obvious, and it had scared Nymphia away, like Jane had scared everyone else she cared about in her life away. Maybe she just wasn’t meant to get close to people. Maybe she just wasn’t meant to have that kind of—

“Are you two talking about me?” Jane jumped as Nymphia appeared over her shoulder, her hands snaking around her waist. Even from the light touch, Jane felt like her entire body had been electrified.

But even more overwhelming was the fact that Nymphia was there, behind her, touching her. They hadn’t spoken all day, much less looked at each other, and now they were tucked against each other—through Nymphia’s own doing, thank you very much. Nymphia tucked her chin in between Jane’s shoulder and neck, a small smile on her face, and her eyes lasered into Jane’s in the mirror. Jane was frozen, one hand holding a makeup brush suspended in the air and the other hand (she wasn’t even sure how it got there) caressing Nymphia’s, which was folded around her body. The werkroom disappeared, time stopped, and she and Nymphia were floating in a world made for the two of them, where they belonged.

It took all of Jane’s willpower not to collapse ito the ground. But she managed to do what she did best: she slapped on a bitchy smirk and put on her best unaffected air. “I would never talk about you. Wouldn’t even cross my mind,” she quipped, her voice shaking the tiniest amount.

Nymphia pressed her lips together in amusement and pulled herself away from Jane. She winked before walking back to her station. “Keep on pretending, pretty girl.” She said over her shoulder.

Pretty girl.

Morphine’s mouth hung open. Jane thought she could die right there.

—

Nymphia was hugging Jane as if her life depended on it, and Jane never wanted her to let go.

Of course, Jane had given Nymphia her immunity potion. Of course, Nymphia hadn’t actually needed it. Of course, Jane did it anyway.

It was the only thing she could think of to express how much she believed in Nymphia, wanted her to succeed, to show her beauty, talent, and effervescence to the world. Even if it cost Jane her spot on the show and the safety and security of immunity. It didn’t matter. Nymphia was worth it.

“Thank you,” Nymphia said into Jane’s hair. “I know what that meant to you.”

They had just walked off stage, and Nymphia hadn’t been able to contain herself; she had thrown her arms around Jane in the hallway to the lounge, in front of the PAs, all the girls, and even a few cameras. But Jane didn’t care. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped in the girl that made her feel like home, that made the world seem brighter, better, and a place she belonged.

“I was so scared you’d never talk to me again,” Jane whispered.

Nymphia pulled slightly away to look into Jane’s eyes. “What? Why would you think that?”

Jane stared at the ceiling, her hands absent-mindedly running up and down Nymphia’s arms, which were draped over Jane’s shoulders.

“You seemed like you needed space,” Nymphia continued. “I didn’t want to freak you out even more. And I honestly…” She smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t know what to say. You know I’m not the best with my words.”

Jane laughed and looked back at Nymphia tenderly. “I know.”

“But it’s us.” Nymphia smiled. “I knew everything would work out, even if we didn’t say anything.”

Us. Jane felt like her soul had left her body. “I hoped so. I really hoped so. I just couldn’t tell what you were feeling or if it was real… I mean, what I feel about you… I’ve never—”

She was grasping for words, trying to find language to articulate feelings that seemed so insurmountable and unfitting for a mere sentence. But Nymphia saved her from having to explain herself as she pressed her lips against Jane’s.

Jane froze. It had felt like time had stopped when they touched. And when they finally kissed, it felt like the world stopped. Compared to everyone Jane had been with before, Nymphia was in a whole other universe.

Jane had dreamed about kissing Nymphia. Dreamed about doing everything with her, from waking up together to taking on the world. But nothing in her fantasies could have prepared her for the real thing, how perfect Nymphia felt, tasted, was. She was more than pretty. She was magnificent.

Nymphia’s hands found their way to Jane’s face, holding her like she was precious and delicate, someone deserving of the love Nymphia could give. As Jane sank into Nymphia’s touch, she started to believe she actually might be worthy of receiving it.

“I know,” Nymphia said against Jane’s lips. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”

#planymphia #rpdr 16 #yearning is so in

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OMG HI IM VERY OBSESSED WITH UR AU!!! I love the idea the two games just- mesh with each other so well!!!! It's a very nice idea!!! Anyways I just want a double confirmation...... no spirits ghosts? Or Elders? Cause I think I reblogged one of your things with tags about what the Elders can be here, but I'm not sure if you look at reblogs so yeah. Hope you don't mind me making small snippets for my own little self-indulgent au where it's basically the same as here except Siffrin really IS a skid and it's literally the sky kingdom there with not much changed. So, leaning more towards sky rather than isat.

Sorry for rambling, this au just... made me really excited. Cheers!

Hi!! Thank you so much for your answer. So! Elders will be there, alongs with spirits from Sky as well, but the latter wont be spirit, they will be memories of people who lived in the country and that has been forgotten (and maybe in the end they could be remembered again and come back as people?👀 follow to find out!)

I actually don’t want to straight up take EVERYTHING from Sky, since I want to try to fuse the two things together as smoothly and logically as possible. (Like, the Light is replaced with craft and wish craft, even though they come from the same place, the stars).

So technically, yes, Siffrin IS a Sky Kid, but this ISAT version of Sky Kids. A lot of places will also be identical, some other will slightly change in position geographically, all of this to try to keep some of the morphology of the island of Guadeloupe, which is the inspiration of tge Forgotten Island from ISAT.

#in stars and time #isat sky cotl au #sky cotl #sky children of the light #isat scotl au #isat sky:cotl!AU

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Give us headcannons please!! :)

HERE WE GOOOOO!

Polycule Headcanons

✨Stolitz/Fizzmodeus 🦎🦉🐸🐓✨

✨It was actually Blitzø who initiated it. As he started to connect with Fizz again he was sure he just had this childhood/teen crush thing and would get over it. Surprise, it wouldn't. It got worse. And since he was in a steady relationship with Stolas at this point and Fizz and Ozzie were definitely marriage material, it took some time to collect the courage to mention it.

✨Fizz was unsure if Ozzie would be okay with it, they had shared a bed with others but being in a relationship was a totally different thing. He also was not sure how to address the fact that maybe he has feelings for Blitzø? Like, he was pretty sure he had buried that very very deep.

✨ When they all sat together to discuss and reflect their relationships, they started with just putting down the facts. Since Blitzø started the whole thing, he made sure that he won't do anything unless Ozzie was in it AND Stolas. If anyone would be uncomfortable he had to get over his feelings and would try to make it as easy as possible for everyone .

✨ Stolas and Ozzie are not in love (yet). They're still in a dating phase, they pleasure each other, respect each other and they're fine with everything their imps bring on the table.

✨ Since dating 4 people is very very time consuming, Fizz made a schedule/calendar. It's not to be taken TOO seriously but they can put in their dating plans, when they're a No Touchy Day or they have to cancel plans because of work or just not being in the mood.

✨ They don't life together (yet). Blitzø moved into the palace but still has his apartment he sometimes goes back to. Loona moved out (on good terms) a while ago. Blitzø still sleeps on the couch when he's in his apartment, since he can't get over himself to move into Loonas old room.

Stolas is still at the palace but plans to move into a smaller mansion (with a garden and greenhouse). His divorce went through, Via is fighting to live with him since she had a very serious conversation with her therapist how to spot a toxic parent 🙃

Fizz and Ozzie still are in the Lust Ring and don't plan to move anytime soon.

✨ In this version of mine, Fizz is a Trans!Man. He prefers to call himself a man and identifies as such, but has his fluid days sometimes.

✨ Fizz has No Touchy Days, where he's very easily overstimulated by body contact. He is okay with reaching out himself but does not like to be touched.

✨ They use the ample system for consent and boundaries. Before every session they will ask for the color of their partner. It seems a bit excessive but if you have 4 people in an intimate relationship, communication is the key.

✨ Everyone is on the same terms for

GREEN: I'm good, you can touch me in any way, but I can change my mind.

YELLOW: I'm not in the mood, I don't want to start something yet, I'm okay with just being close but please don't start something sexual until I initiate it.

We need to slow down, I'm hurting but it's not that bad yet, I have something to say (yes even in the middle of it).

RED: It's a clear stop. No touching, keep your distance. Something doesn't feels right.

They also have a clear finger sign system if someone is gagged.

✨ Full Moon Dates are Blitzø and Stolas dates. They don't have sex then, they just date and chill, to put something domestic and nice into that date.

✨ So far, their Polycule is only known by close family members and friends. The media does not know. Stolas wants grass to grow over the divorce (Stella made a media spectacle out of it) and Fizz and Ozzie are still in pending what the consequences of their relationship is.

✨ Blitzø and Ozzie have a weirdly close relationship and maybe a few shared kinks lol

💖 I've tried to put it all together but I guess there's more lol I'm just taking a bath and tried to remember the early ideas 💖

Feel free to ask more 💖

#helluva boss #blitzø #fizzarolli #stolitz #stolas #asmodeus #fizzarozzie #2minutes answer #polycule

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blazinghotfoggynights · 2 days

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This fandom is turning into a madhouse!

Why? 😢

What is all the arguing about? Why are fans taking sides in multiple standoffs. How are these wars starting?

What I have to say may not be well-received by some sides in the numerous boxing matches active in this fandom right now, but I'm going to say my piece. 🤷‍♀️ I am not responsible for white-hot rage, tears, or epiphanies that you don't want. So, proceed at your own risk. Or whatever.

Buddie vs BuckTommy

BuckTommy fans, Buddie fans were not seeing things. Those characters were written as being pulled into each other's orbits and it was more than platonic. It wasn't blatant, and it has been hinted it couldn't be due to the network. Even now, with Eddie and Buck being in relationships, and Eddie somehow being in multiple, they are still using Buddie to promote the show. If they are not going to happen, then why the use that to get ratings? That is the definition of baiting.

Buddie fans, BuckTommy is canon. They may not last or they may be endgame. We won't know until it happens. Why lose your mind over fictional characters that one man controls? It's simple. If you feel they played the Buddie card only to put Eddie in a mess of epic proportions and make Buck become Evan Buckley-Kinard, tune out and keep fanfic alive. Do you know how many fandoms have followed that process? If Tommy was brought back just as a plot device, then it's not much better than baiting.

You know what would be hilarious? Buck meets a third person, falls in love, and marries them.

It would shut both sides down if it was a woman. (I may have a petty streak and if I were in charge, I could see making it Taylor or Abby.)😈🤣(Maybe then the warring factions could call a truce over tears and beers.)

Tommy Kinard was not a good guy. That's not delusion. That's canon.

BuckTommy fans, the character of Tommy Kinard has done multiple problematic things, and the writers are not addressing any of it. Telling people to get over it is not cool. Being closeted or confused is no excuse for calling Chimney the delivery guy and Hen the b-word. He was actively and willingly participating is some of the worst forms of bullying someone can experience. He wasn't a teenager who was just trying to fit in. He was a grown man. No excuses for his behavior are acceptable and, in the real world, you would be hard-pressed to find his victims forgiving him. They would not be his friends.

I can see why women, especially black women and LGBTQ women, and non-white men, especially Asian men, would say they don't like how his past transgressions are being ignored. He was openly racist and misogynist. That is canon. Nothing was misunderstood or misinterpreted. Tommy was a d*ck.

If you watch how Lou is portraying Tommy, there are indications that what we saw in season 2 is a part of his personality. The lack of discussion about his past could be intentional because it may come up in the future.

How has no one noticed how he speaks to Buck sometimes? Maybe I am just older than most in the fandom and have experienced a lot more, but there are things about Tommy Kinard's behavior that don't seem very...nice. The way he speaks to Buck sometimes is like he is dismissing what he thinks or feels. Sometimes he seems to be speaking to Buck as if he is a child. I was offended on Buck's behalf.

The biggest CAUTION sign so far was when he admitted he is jealous of the 118. What? That doesn't even make sense! Think about it. Tommy went out of his way to make the 118 hostile toward anyone who wasn't a het white male. When Bobby took over and changed the culture, he brought respect and openness which cultivated the friendship, and eventual love, that created the family the 118 is now. Tommy could have easily come out to the team under Bobby, apologized, and began building the bridges he burned. But he did not.

Tommy chose his side but now he is jealous of the work Bobby put in to clean up Gerrard's mess? Could it be something else giving his jealousy life? Could Tommy be resentful that the exclusive, prejudice environment he happily embraced, and helped keep in place, under Gerrard disappeared and because an inclusive tight-knit family created from the outcasts?

That is a very real possibility and if that is the case, it says a lot about Tommy Kinard and could lead to an interesting arc in the remainder of season 7 and season 8.

Eddie Diaz is not a bad guy.

I think Eddie has been teetering on the edge for many seasons. TBH, I am surprised he has been as stable as he has for this long. That man is walking meatsuit full of trauma.

People who are mentally stable and have healthy coping skills do not join underground fighting rings, smash their bedrooms, or ask relative strangers to watch his child and move in. There have been many indications for multiple seasons that Eddie is not in a good place but keeping it together for the sake of his son.

I do not think Eddie is trying to hurt anyone at all. I think he is trying to claw his way out of some hell his mind has had him in for a long time.

That man needs to be taken to the nearest inpatient facility and admitted. (If you are thinking of making a negative comment stigmatizing mental health awareness or treatment, reconsider, choose not to, and move along. Mental health is just as important as physical.)

Eddie Diaz is in no condition to be in a relationship with anyone except a therapist right now.

Whether you want Buddie, Eddie/Marisol, or Eddie/Wife's Ghost, if you want to see anyone with this guy right now, I have to ask you if you are feeling okay.

Remember how Eddie's parents didn't want him dragging Christopher down with him? Right now, it looks like Eddie's carefully, barely held together existence is going to go boom. Anyone in the blast radius is in danger. The only dates Edmundo Diaz should be having is at least three times weekly and begin with a mental health professional asking him if he has something he wants to talk about.

Evan "Buck" Buckley is a grown ass man. Stop infantalizing him! They even do it on the show.

I can't be the only one who sometimes forgets that thick mountain of a man is not a young twenty-something just wandering out into the world.

He's in his thirties. He's been in therapy. He's grown. He has to do what all of us adults do: Make decisions, wait to find out what happens, and deal with the consequences.

Say it with me: Buck is not a baby.

No one who has any real knowledge is going to tell fandom what the future holds for the show.

Who doesn't get that?

There are unhinged fans on every side of every current fight.

If you are attacking actors, writers, producers, networks, or anyone else, I have to wonder if you should be in a room next to Eddie after someone who loves him takes him where he should go.

That type of behavior used to get you a room with soft walls and a free jacket that left you in a permahug.

You can make anything you want happen with the characters.

It's call fanfiction and AO3 is wonderful. If there is a great story that hasn't been told, get on Word, Docs, Libre, or whatever you have and start making it a reality!

Authors have major support and respect from the fans.

If writing isn't your thing, but you are great at prompts and don't mind authors taking your prompts and creating stories, find a way to share them!

There are positive ways to channel your eyerolls, frustration, anger, or whatever. Draw fanart. Write fic. Write ideas and throw them at those who draw fanart and write fanfic.

To the whole fandom: CHILL! PLEASE!

I don't want to watch another fandom I enjoy implode. I don't want to see other fandoms assume everyone in this fandom is in need of the soft room and permahug fashion I mentioned earlier.

Been there, done that.

At the end of the day, everyone needs to remember:

It's not real.

#911 abc #911 on abc #9 1 1 buddie #buddie #buddie 911 #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddie diaz x evan buckley #eddie x buck #evan buckley x eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #tevan #kinkley #what is even happening 911

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Ravaged

Warning : Explicit. Suggestive. Minors keep out.

It wasn’t like you wanted to work late at the library on New Year’s Eve. Your coworker had asked you to cover for him, and you had had no choice but to spend your Sunday night in the library. But, good thing was ? Nobody was around to judge you when you put your headphones on and played your music while reading the book that—you had decided earlier on—would be the cure to your boredom. You were so deep into your reading that you failed to hear the telltale doorbell ringing to announce a new person entering the library.

However, the person’s shadow soon cast over you and you immediately looked up in surprise.

"Oh sorry. I didn’t hear you come i—" You stopped talking instantly when the stranger slowly turned towards you and you realised that the man was the infamously known killer…Michael Myers.

He had a bloody knife in his hand and you stared at each other for a few seconds before you got out of your momentary stupor.

You merely had a few seconds of contemplation as to your next move.

Alright.

He had not stabbed you to death yet. He seemed rather calm for now. And if you were to make any sudden or unwanted movement, it would surely be the end of you. So, you coughed before offering him a polite smile. "W-What can I do for you, sir ?"

He didn’t reply.

You stayed silent for a few seconds before walking around your desk to face him.

"Hum…Would you like a tour ?"

He tilted his head quizzically and you took it as a yes before walking ahead towards the different aisles—telling him about the different types of stories available.

"Here we got history. There we have non-fiction. Science fiction. Fairytales…"

As you were introducing him to the different book sections, you failed to notice him stopping in front of the fairytale aisle. He then seemed to look at the multiple books in display before he slowly raised his hand to grab one and leaf through it with a curious gleam in his eyes. Once you noticed it, you smiled as you stood next to him to look at what book caught his eye.

"Oh. Alice in Wonderland, huh ?" Your smile widened. "Nice choice. It’s actually my favourite."

He didn’t say anything, but he did let out a small grunt in response before suddenly thrusting the book against your chest. You frowned in incomprehension before Michael pointed towards a sign which read:

Voice lecture available.

Your eyes widened and you were a little taken aback as you understood what he wanted. The man surely didn’t know how to read, so he wanted someone to read to him. You were about to tell him this was usually for children, but decided against it. You gestured towards one of the soft cushions in the room and he reluctantly complied to your silent request. It was actually quite funny to see the great Michael Myers sit on a cushion, his body all hunched and his size comically gigantic in comparison with the one of his seat.

You sat in front of him and opened the book before you started reading to him.

"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'"

You looked up at him—wondering if he was still listening. And you found his eyes staring straight at you. He was listening attentively. You were even surprised by how still he was. He looked like a statue…but statues didn’t grunt. And he did grunt in order to make you understand that he wanted you to keep reading. You complied.

"So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her."

He was hung to every word you spoke—his eyes fixed on your lips as you spoke. There was also this childlike wonder in his eyes, but you didn’t forget the knife.

You kept reading.

"There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge."

As you kept on reading, you were more and more invested in the story and seemed to forget Michael’s presence altogether. You knew the story and it was fun to put some acting into the voice and gestures. You knew Michael Myers wouldn’t laugh. But, he still appreciated it somehow. He seemed so focused and the knife next to him seemed to have been forgotten as he started relaxing.

Suddenly, there was a ringing and you realised that it was time to close up.

You looked at him.

He didn’t seem in any hurry to move…

"I’m sorry but I have to go. I’ll come back shortly."

He nodded understandingly and you went to close the door. When you came back, your eyes widened as you saw the book he was holding. He was…looking at the book you had been reading before he came in. You quickly attempted to grab the book—out of shame.

Wrong move.

Michael thought you were trying to attack him and slapped you so hard that you went flying against a bookshelf. You winced in pain as the back of your head hurt and you weren’t sure if you ought to get up again. You weren’t given a choice.

Michael grabbed you by the throat and raised you up in the air—blood dripping down your forehead.

"No ! P-Please ! Stop !"

But Michael wasn’t stopping. He grunted again and tightened his grip on your throat.

"Please…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…to frighten you. I just didn’t want you to look at the book…It isn’t...the type I would recommend you."

The book wasn’t innocent and it had been a rather instinctive manoeuvre to get the book out of his hands. You had even forgotten he couldn’t read.

Finally, he calmed down and released you.

You fell to the ground and gasped for air as he forced your head up, shoving the book in your face. You immediately understood what he wanted and shook you head.

"Wait…This is not the public kind of material. You won’t like it."

He didn’t take no for an answer and soon enough, you were reading from the pages of the book you didn’t want anyone to know about.

"She moaned and gasped as her lover kissed her neck and his hand took hold of her delicate form…" You started before continuing—your head hanging low in shame. It was embarrassing and the more you read, the more Michael seemed to stare at you. It was unnerving. At the end, you were so mortified that you just slammed the book shut and dared to shout.

"Alright. No more. If you wanna kill me, just do it. But enough with the humiliation." You declared and closed the book in a hurry.

He grunted.

He didn’t seem pleased by your decision.

He grabbed you by the waist and slammed you against a wall. His knife was back in his hand and he pressed it against your throat. You thought the nightmare would finally be over…but Michael decided otherwise.

He almost ripped off your shirt and started squeezing and pinching your breast while you were trapped into place. He had a firm grip on your neck and it was almost painful as he started rutting against you like an animal.

He groaned and grabbed your hand to press it against his manhood. When you tried to remove it, he squeezed your throat a little tighter and his eyes focused on the wall behind you. He wasn’t even looking at you. It wasn’t about you. It was about fulfilling a need.

He made quick haste of getting rid of the rest of your clothes and didn’t bother removing his. He just unzipped himself and didn’t bother checking if you were ready.

When he entered you, he growled in annoyance as he had trouble fitting his size into you. It was like trying to fit a tree trunk into a pencil sharpener…You tried to tell him, but he didn’t listen. Michael was patient and if he had to spend all night making you take him inch by inch ? Then he would…

But then, you started screaming and his eyes widened as the sweet sound of pain. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your hips painfully. So soft and loud. He could already imagine how sore your throat would be if he was to use your windpipe as a cockwarmer…The same you had used to read him all those lovely words.

He let out a quiet moan at the thought before taking you off his cock to plunge into you again—but with purpose. He wanted to hear your voice. Your lovely soft voice turned to moans and pants…Yes. Quite like that…He started panting himself as sweat ran down his face. The mask was making it difficult for him to see you, but he didn’t need to.

"P-Please…" He thought you were going to ask him to stop again, but other words got past your lips. "…Don’t…Stop."

His eyes widened as he suddenly stopped to look down at you. It was the first time he was actually looking straight at you and what he saw made him delve into you like a mad man. The sight of your pleading eyes, red cheeks and pouting lower lip was enough to make him reach within him for the fire of hell himself and make you band over a table to reach deeper into you than you thought humanly possible.

You hung onto him for dear life as the monster man kept pounding into you and pressing his whole weight against you. Good thing you had meat on your body, because it was easier to grab and make his recurrent movements faster. He took handfuls of your thighs and let out guttural groans as he kept moving back and forth desperately. He was acting like a savage beast and his hands groped and grabbed every inch of you as he tried to find the best way to reach completion as fast as possible.

But at the same time, your voice made him want you to ride him for him to witness every possible noise you could ever make. He wanted to hear them…make you his lullaby.

He forced you to look at him as he took you and instead of kissing you—he pressed his thumb against your lips. He then almost pried your jaw open as he thrusted his thumb inside your mouth—making sure you kept moaning and whining for him. He also loved to feel the softness of your tongue underneath his thumb. Each sound sent a vibration and his thumb could feel every single one of them—creating a rhythm with the movement of his hip thrust. It was almost…beautiful. You were beautiful.

Suddenly, you came with a scream that could wake up angels and he grunted as he felt you. And how beautiful it was…He kept going and grabbed your cheeks to lift you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to hang on for dear life.

His knife fell to the floor as he started pounding into you. His face was covered and in your haze, you decided you wanted to see more.

You removed his mask.

His eyes widened at the realisation and he was quick to turn his head away. He wanted to pull away, but you forced him into place as you started moving against him. Michael—driven by pleasure and desire—roared and moved again. He bit your shoulder and made sure you couldn’t see his face when he came deep inside you and stayed there until he was truly and unequivocally done.

He then pulled away and his eyes momentarily met yours. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. You were both breathing heavily and once you could stand…you picked up your underwear and started walking away. But, the giant didn’t let you. He grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you back to him to kiss you fiercely.

You were shocked. But then, you felt his tongue meet yours and it was as if he was trying to devour every sound you could make. He wanted it all…and you would give him all.

Before you could even begin to comprehend what was going on, Michael had thrown you to the floor and knelt behind you.

You glanced back and your eyes widened at the way he was looking at you. Then you noticed his member being straight in your line of vision. Before you could as much as let out a peep, he had grabbed your thighs to impale you.

Your nails dug into the soft carpet underneath you as you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Michael smiled.

…Sing. Sing for me, little Alice…

#michael myers x reader #slashers #fanfic #explict

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