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the-kage-summit · 1 year

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HARD NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

horrible, HORRIBLE HC but uh.... imagine getting Bruno a nice, big, fluffly stuffie. A white, fluffy albino rat with red beads for eyes.

Imagine him getting super excited and emotional over the gift, like he'd actually press the stuffie to his chest and he'd cuddle it and he'd look up at you with bright eyes, while his family gather around the table to see what the fuss is all about.

Imagine him taking it with him to bed, and as you'd join him, he'd look up at you with a huge, joyful smile, his eyes twinkling like the brightest stars in the universe.

Imagine looking into those gorgeous, gorgeous, hazel eyes. Imagine leaning in, imagine caging him in with your arms as he'd cower slightly, a blush creeping in to kiss at his cheeks.

Imagine tilting your head and giving him a dark, twisted smile. Imagine opening your mouth, just to say,

"Hump it."

"Wh-Wha-" And just imagine how confused he'd be. How his eyes would widen and he'd presses the stuffie closer to his chest as you'd allow your breath to fan over his skin.

"Hump the fucking toy," you'd say leaning in even closer. "Come on, I know you want to. I know you can't control that pathetic, desperate cock of yours."

And he'd choke at that. He'd stare at you in disbelief as his bottom lip would quiver. His eyes would get all wet and teary as he'd softly shake his head, refusing to violate his new gift like that.

"I said," you'd allow your fingers to tug at those gorgeous curls of his, as you'd bare his fragile neck to your hungry gaze. "Hump the fucking toy like the cock-driven slut you are. I bet you're hard already, aren't you, you pathetic virgin?"

And he'd hiccup at that, a few tears spilling down his cheeks as he'd simply allow you to pull away the fabric of the poncho to expose his hard, leaking cock to you. The toy in his hands would tremble and shake as he'd dig his fingers into the soft, plush rat. And you'd snicker at that, you'd look up into his teary eyes.

"Go on then."

And he'd obey. He'd cry softly, and he'd hide his face behind the curtain of curls, but he'd obey nonetheless. He'd slowly move, he'd place the toy upon the matress and then he'd shift so his hips would press right up against it. And then he'd stare at you. Unsure.

And you'd swiftly untie the lacing of his pants. You'd press a hard, unyielding hand agains the small of his back, as you'd force him to grind his hips against his new, plush toy. His cock would immediately leak against the soft fabric, it would jerk and leave a string of translucent release agains the toy.

And he's sob whil he'd hump his new stuffed toy. He'd wipe his tears with his wrists, and he'd allow his body to shake with the force of his hysteria. And you'd simply coo degrading, little phrases against his ear, as you'd allow your cold fingers to get under his shirt, just to tug and scratch at his nipples.

And he'd come so fast. Embarrassingly fast. His come would shoot rope after rope against his new stuffie, and you'd pet his hair while he rides out the last few thrusts of his orgasm, like a good boy.

And then he'd collapse against you, and he'd cry softly, all while clutching the now ruined toy to his chest. But you'd be there to shush him. You'd be there to kiss it all better.

"Shhhh, don’t cry, Brunito," you'd say softly, as you'd rock him against your chest, his cum smearing all over yours and his clothing as he'd still insist on pressing the plush toy to his chest.

"Bu-But it's all dirty now," he'd sob, his voice breaking and giving way for a new fit of hysteria. "It's a-all dirty because of me..."

"I was gonna wash it anyway," you'd tell him with a soft smile as you'd rub his fragile shoulders, babying him, making him feel safe and tiny within the comfort of your arms. "It's gonna be good as new"

"R-Really," he'd ask you, and he'd look hopeful.

"Of course, my darling."

And he'd believe you. He'd thank you afterwards. For... Well, for everything.

For taking the edge off...

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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Yep this man is the school plug.

And he be with Choji and Kiba doing drugs and runs all the time.

They just be driving around dropping shit off making bank.

His snap is never dry. He's got hoes. And them mfs who ask for shit but he half swipes a lot. He unadds people if someone didn't send them to him.

And that's how you met him.

He goes to your school but you never really acknowledged the fact that he was even there. He wasn't even there half the time.. or he came in super late because he sleeps in.

You were looking for a plug and your friend Kiba had told you Shikamaru's snap and that he's a good one.

I'm walking with Kiba outside. It's dark, and we're on our way to a party.

I'd been looking to smoke thc but I literally can't find a plug.

"Kiba?" I interupt whatever the hell he was ranting about.

"Hm? Whats up baby?" He asks, ignoring his last debate.

"I need a plug. And I can't find anyone." I say softly.

"Ahhh. You know Shikamaru? Pony tail, never shows up, always sleeping in class?" He takes a hit of his nic.

I nod, snatching his pen out of his hand and take a hit, blowing the smoke in Kiba's face.

"He's the ultimate. Add him on snap it's marugetsts." He explains as we reach the house where we hear loud music and see led lights from outside.

"Is he at the party?" I ask while adding him on snap.

"Oh 100 percent." Kiba says, opening the large wooden door, walking into the large castel.

I walk behind him, I hear a snap notification.

He added me back. That was fast.

Shikamaru: yo.

Me: heyyy

Shikamaru: wsg u here?

Me: yea wya

Shikamaru: second floor third room

Me: who's up there

Shikamaru: Choji, waiting on Kiba

Me: Kiba's with me, heading up rn ;)

Shikamaru: igh see ya soon

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"Second floor third room." I tell Kiba and lead him up there.

He follows behind me, pushing through all the people there.

We finally make it and I enter the room.

"Yo." Shikamaru says briefly.

"Heyy." I drag out the y.

"Come're." He pats the spot next to him on the bed.

"Shikamaru can I go get food now that Kiba's here?" Choji asks.

"Hm yeah Kiba you're going with him." Shikamaru nods.

"What? Why do I need to go with him?" Kiba asks frantically.

"Because I'm not sending him down there alone, so go." He points his chin to the door.

"I'm hungry anyways.. let's go Cho." Kiba walks out and Choji follows.

"I heard you were an elite plug or something like that?" I question, not really wanting a genuine answer.

"Only the best." He shrugs and puts a hand on my knee.

"Mm. Give me that." I lean over him to get the vape pen on the opposite side of him on the bed.

I can feel his gaze on me. I can smell that shit eating grin he has on his face right now. I stay in that position for a second and on my way back to where I was sitting I lightly graze his upper thigh portion.

Once I'm sitting back right next to him, my thigh against his, he puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes it.

"So.. It's lush babe." He says as he notices me looking around the pen for the flavor.

I take a hit, tasting the flavor of watermelon hit my tongue so beautifully.

He holds his hand out for me to give it to him and he pulls me onto him.

I'm straddling him, watching him hit the device.

He takes his free hand and opens my mouth, coming closer to me.

For a second I was convinced he was going to kiss me.

Until I see his mouth open slightly and I feel the warm air flow into my mouth.

Once it's done I breathe all the smoke into my lungs.

"Hot damn." He says, slapping my ass with both hands and squeezing tightly, assuring a red mark to be there under my skin tight red dress.

I wrap my arms around his neck and allow them to rest on his shoulders.

We kiss.

I don't even know how it all happened. But it did. Here I am. Kissing the school plug.

I start grinding against him because at this point I'm horny as fuck and in desperate need to get some friction.

"Mm.. so you just realized how sexy I am huh?" He smirks.

"You've always been hot. Just never shot my shot towards the school druggie." I roll my eyes and buck my hips harder.

He grinds back, bucking his hips hard into mine.

I moan loudly, tucking my head into the crook of his neck.

"Fuck baby.." He groans out.

"Uh.. Maru p-please." I moan.

I'm practically bouncing on his clothed cock.

"Want it?" He asks softly, pulling up my dress to reveal the top of my lacey panties.

"Please." I bring my head up and unbuckle his dad belt, pulling his pants down.

He pulls down my panties and leads his tip to my entrance.

I slide down on his large cock.

It hurt like hell at first but fuck it felt so good.

I rode his cock.

Bouncing up and down.

" 'm close Maru.." I moan out.

"Cum baby. Cum all over my cock f'me." He says softly and sensually.

That made the knot in my stomach snap.

I came all over him, and continued riding out my high until he cums inside me.

Our heavy breathing mixes.

We hear knocking on the door.

"Let us in!!" We hear Kiba yell out.

I quickly get up and pull my panties back up, wobbling everywhere.

I pull my dress down and by then he's fully put together again.

I go let them in and Kiba smirks at me.

"So cheif, why was the door locked?" He asks.

"It wasn't, fuckin weakling. Yall just can't build up enough strength to open a fuckin door." Shikamaru says before I can respond.

I nod and giggle.

Oh my lord.

I walk back to sit next to him.

"You on birth control?" He whispers to me.

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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😈Mission gone wrong?😈

Scenario: You have to distract Jiraiya so Itachi and Kisame can kidnap Naruto but that goes horribly wrong in the best way possible 😀

Pairings: Jiraiya x reader. Kisame x Reader x Itachi.

Warnings:18+, very dirty and smutty. Be warned.

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Taking in a deep breath, you watched the door knob turn, absolutely regretting everything at this point. If you had to turn back now, you’d ruin the entire mission and would have to face your team mates disappointment, nevermind the entire organization’s. In stepped the man you were sent here to distract, your breath hitching at the sight of him. He stood quite tall, much taller than Kisame you’d say, and he was even bulkier, his solid frame spiking your nerves and anxiety. So this was the legendary Jiraiya that Itachi spoke to you and Kisame about. If he’s so legendary then he might notice I’m just fronting, you thought, but he loved himself a beautiful young lady like you. The mini black dress you wore hugged your curves so sinfully, while the knee high, six inch heels elaborating your already long legs, made you look much taller and even sexier. Jiraiya was ready to empty his load inside you with those long legs wrapped around him.

Biting your lip you awkwardly placed your hands on your hips, trying your best to seem casual and sexy. “Hey there big guy”, you greeted as soon as he closed the door to the hotel room. “Damn you’re way more luscious than I expected, no wonder why they charged me such a hefty price”, he spoke, leaving you wondering if he was expecting an answer, or if he was just thinking out loud. “I hope you can satisfy me sweetheart, it would be a real shame if all my money went to waste”, he said with a frown on his surprisingly handsome face. Swallowing, you tried to keep your cool, forcing a smirk and bringing your hand up to twirl one of your braids, “Of course daddy”, you tried to flirt, dismally failing at that. Jiraiya grunted in either lust or disapproval, already guessing he’d be a little bit much for you. “Strip”, he commanded, making you accidentally cough in surprise. “I’m sorry?”, you blurted, not expecting him to jump right into this so fast. Man you were really bad at this. Itachi and Kisame would kill you themselves if you didn’t get this right. They need time. “Why rush into this when we have the whole afternoon love”, you said, slowly walking over to him, your hips sensually swaying while you were at it. His narrow dark eyes leaving yours for a second to skim over your curves, following them as you came closer, placing your hands on his muscular chest and slowly running them up and over his broad strong shoulders, absolutely stunned that you were enjoying the way he felt under your hands. Grabbing your neck you hissed in surprise, his fingers wrapping around the back and pulling you of off of him. He looked over at your face and he could see the uncertainty in your brown eyes. Little did you know he had long known this was a trap to distract him from Naruto and this was all artist of his plan . “On the bed. Now”, he spoke, his voice loud and stern. Immediately obeying his command, you hurried over to the bed, gulping as came closer, his frame towering over you, making you swallow again. Were you still fooling him? Or did he already know this was your plan. He roughly pushed you back so you fell into the soft mattress. Before you even had a chance to take the next breath he pulled you by your thighs, until your bottom sat right on the edge of the bed, his hands already pushing your dress up, exposing your clothed puss to him.

This was the very first time you were actually engaging in the act of sex and did not expect the act to actually take place. The first time an actual, real, manliest of men ever touched you like this. You were prepared to flirt with him and get him to relax, dragging the situation out as long as you could before Kisame and Itachi would burst in and distract Jiraiya, giving you an opportunity to get away. That was the plan, so how did you end up having a man as masculine and intimidating as Jiraiya sniffing your feminine parts and tracing his thick middle finger along your clothed folds, causing a shiver up your spine. While you struggled to adjust to how spread out your thighs were on his broad shoulders, he hooked his finger into your panties and pulled them right off of you. He was quick with his moves, as though he was in a rush, leaving you no time to get yourself together and push him off of you. The moment you were finally able to realize what was happening after being manhandled like that, you felt his warm breath on your core, making you ache in ways only your imagination would let on, your intense nerves only heightening the experience. You always got extremely horny when you were either nervous or afraid. “No wait!”, you whimpered, the fierce look in his eyes telling you he had no time for little games. He needed to work you up and fuck you so he could get back to other important matters. You placed your hand on his head in an attempt to push him away from your puss, but you gasped when you felt a strong stroke of something warm and wet drag from your wet entrance to your urethra, just missing your clit before repeating. Your hand on his head went from pushing him to gripping onto his thick, white mane. “Oh my god!”, you breathed out in surprise, not expecting the pleasure that coursed through your body like electricity to feel this intense. Instinctively bucking your hips, you pushed forward to try get him to lick the one part of you that throbbed to a point where it hurt, small whines involuntarily leaving your lips.

“Ahhhhh!”, you almost screamed when he finally latched onto your button, sucking so hard you thought you’d explode into a million pieces. It barely took any effort on Jiraiya’s part to get you to turn into a moaning mess, his tongue working your entire pussy before occasionally sucking on your nub. He was so focused on his actions that it seemed to you he didn’t care about how you felt, like he was drinking you up, sucking on your nub yet again, before gently grazing it with his teeth, plus a thick finger stretching your untouched pussy open, the lubrication making it way easier for him to fit in his middle finger to the knuckle making you scream out in a mixture of confusing pleasure and pain. You’d arched your back so hard multiple times, his giant head keeping you open for him to continue his work while his one arm gets you down to the bed. His finger hit a spot inside of you that made you instantly tremble, like your body was being forced into the most intense orgasm of your life. Shutting your eyes tights your cries and screams filled the room, Jiraiya’s mouth still on your nub making you squirt out all over this face, some of your juices falling to the sheets drenching them, the sanin perfectly managing to keep up with the mess you were making, the overstimulation driving you absolutely insane.

In the midst of the intense orgasm you were experiencing, you heard the door bust right open, the edge of your second orgasm quickly catching up with you, the pleasure distracting you from paying attention to what was happening in the room. “Oooh f-fuck!”, you cried, worried that you couldn’t manage to get your shit together during a time like this and because Jiraiya just wouldn’t stop sucking and finger fucking you. In the corner of your eye you thought you saw Itachi and Kisame just standing there, watching the sanin mercilessly eat you out. Your heart skipped a couple of beats, intensifying the second orgasm that took you by surprise. “Ahhhhh!”, you cried out again, your body violently shaking, forcing you shut your eyes to better anchor yourself, your free hand coming up to grip the sheets near your face.

When you finally managed to open your eyes again, your body still shook a little, occasionally shivering while you still whimpered like a puppy, your legs shut and your back still arching in the sexiest sinful way. “Oi, looks like you dismally failed the task y/n”, you heard the familiar voice talk. Your brown eyes shot open, fuck.

“K-kisame”, you said, afraid to meet his gaze and face whatever it was they had for you. You’d just lost them a very important mission. “You can’t even talk? Damn”, Kisame laughed, sitting down on the bed right beside you, his hand slowly rubbing your shivering thigh. Itachi stayed where was, very surprised that you were still drunk on your little orgasm. Is this her first time? He wondered, amazed that something like having someone eating you out would leave you this disoriented. You? A woman he actually didn’t want to mess with, in such an adorable mess over getting your nub sucked on? Your nub...pretty. He thought, cocking his head to side to continue eyeing your slick cooch, Kisame casually holding your thigh up so he could get a better look, benefiting the two of them. “Seems like that legend really made a mess out of you y/n”, Kisame teased, your cheeks flushing at the sudden realization. Kisame and Itachi were both analyzing your private. “I-tachi, Kisame”, you managed to say. “I’m sorry”. You’d never felt so worthless and ashamed in your life. “I’m not a whore, it just happened so fast”, you tried to defend yourself when you saw their expressions unchanging. You noticed Jiraiya wasn’t there anymore. When Itachi saw the slight confusion on your face he spoke, “That was simply a shadow clone”, his dark eyes set on your dripping pussy, hungrily licking his lips. You would just run away forever you figured, the thought making you feel a little less terrible. Trying to shut your thighs together you felt a resistance. Kisames larger hand keeping you wide open, adding to the disgrace you felt you were. Looking over at him you whined, “Please let me get dressed. I’ll leave”, you started to say before Itachi cut you off. “But you’re a mess. Let’s get you all cleaned up before we leave”, Itachi spoke, nearing you with every word. Were they going to clean you up? Why? “No thanks I’m good, I’ll just go”, you almost desperately pleaded.

“Yes. As soon as we clean you up you can leave”, Itachi said, placing a cold hand on your other thigh, spreading you even wider. His other other hand came up to his mouth, dipping his middle and index fingers inside to start sucking on them, getting them all nice and warm for you. “Fuck, you smell so good y/n…let me taste you?”, Kisame asked, leaning forward and placing his arm over your thigh, leaving you trapped with your pussy right in his face. Licking his lips, your teammate looked up at you for approval, noticing the bewildered expression on your face. “I’ll just clean you up, and then we can go…like you asked”, he said, hoping you’d be a little more convinced. Shyly, you nodded your head and at that moment Kisame went straight for lapping at your pussy, forcing his tongue inside of your tight cunt in desperation, the stretch making you moan aloud, gripping into his hair to slow him down. His tongue kept on exploring you, traveling over your clit, flicking it hard with his tongue, making you moan even louder since you were now so sensitive. “Kisame!”, you cried in such a sexy way, making the man between your legs growl before slowly suckling on your tender button, alternating between hard licking and gentle sucking, quickly driving you to the edge. Itachi could not take his eyes off of you, such a strong woman like you falling apart under a man’s touch. Interesting.

Itachi finally pulled his fingers out of his mouth, immediately burying both of them into your heat, his dick twitching at your reaction, your back arching and your hand immediately death gripping his wrist, the sexiest cry leaving your lips. His sharingan rapidly spun at the sight, he barely got to the knuckle and you already couldn’t handle it. She’s so tight, he thought, it really must be her first time. Kisame began focusing on your clit, his sideways position forcing him to roughly flick your clit in left to right strokes, before stopping to suck hard, distracting you from Itachi’s actions, making you fall back into the sheets and scream out loud. How could the two men that you feared and respected also reduce you to an independent needy mess. You felt so weak. But you also felt so good. Itachi pushed his fingers a little deeper inside of you, settling for a fast and rough pace when he found your gspot, immediately making you gush like a tap, your screaming like music to Kisames ears, enjoying the way you drenched his face, literally drinking you up like your pussy was a fountain. “Ahhh, there you go”, Itachi spoke, letting go of your thigh to bury that hand into your hair, tugging your head up so you could look at him. “Maybe if you cum a few more times just like you did right now for me, I’ll feel better about the failure of this mission y/n”, he said. “B-but…. Ooooohhhh!!!!!”, your grunted, Kisame never ceasing his actions while Itachi slowly rubbed your gspot. “What’s the matter y/n? Now you can’t talk? Answer me”, he groaned, moving his fingers a little quicker, adding a little more pressure. “Ahhhhhhh!!!! M-muuuuchhh oooohhhhh! P-please!”, you babbled, Itachi gruesomely finger fucking you to orgasm, your body now violently shaking, the strength of the two men keeping you right where they needed you. When you calmed, his fingers started moving again, long whines instantly leaving your lips. “Again. Until I feel better”, Itachi said, coming back up to hold your other thigh open. It didn’t matter if you were crying, screaming and kicking. Itachi was obsessed with watching you squirt and Kisame unable to quench his need to keep tasting you. Your team mates used you like this, and took turns carrying you back to the hideout, mildly conversing about doing this again. Maybe even fuck you next time.

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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I'll have her home by eleven, sir

Your daughter calls me daddy too

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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I love your writing style and i gotta ask, no pressure, will you write anything for doc ock? I would really love an ock x reader bit where ock walks in on reader pleasuring themself to thoughts of him!! Again no pressure i hope you're having a good day ❤

Thank you so much for the compliment and for thinking of me!! I can't make any promises, anon, but I will recommend a fic (with accompanying art) that might do right by you, if you haven't already read it.

The fic is called "The Scent on Your Coat" and you can find it on AO3 here

The art is here! I recommend following both blogs if you love That Good Doctor Content.

Enjoy!!!

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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True true 😂

pre-ock otto octavius would absolutely NOT allow you to call him "daddy" he would get so embarrassed like it would make him squirm and not in a good way. however, doc ock otto wouldn't mind it as much. you calling him "daddy" doesn't necessarily do anything for him but he let's you call him that because he knows it does things for you

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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I’d love to see Doc Ock dressed up formally (maybe a nice suit) or him wearing that red turtle neck. There’s just something about that sweater 😳

I said I was going to stop rendering requests but this one was too good not to- Literally cannot help myself anymore Thank you for your request, sorry it took a hot minute to get to and hope ya like ♥

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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Office Hours with a Supervillain Master List

Keep reading

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the-kage-summit · 2 years

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| Something New |

Otto Octavius X Reader

Summary: Y/N believed that her husband was dead, after the destruction of the fusion reactor, she decides to go to the one place she knew she could go.

Warning: SMUT 🔥✨

IT BROKE Y/N’S HEART AS SHE STOOD IN THE VERY PLACE SHE WAS MARRIED. It was a small place outside New York. It was dark outside, the stars shining brightly, as the moon lit the lake.

It was a small wedding near a lake, it was small and simple and the only people who were at her wedding was her grandmother and grandfather. She stood at the lake as tears fell down her cheek.

She held a sob and tried not to break down as she was coming to sense that her husband had died after not knowing what had happened when she woke up at the hospital.

Her husband was showing a demonstration of his fusion reactor and everything went south so fast. She remembered faintly Spider-Man saving her and in an instance a piece of rubble hit her head and she was out.

She tried to find out anything she could at the hospital but the nurses told her nothing as they had no information on Otto Octavius. So Y/N assumed the worst that her husband was killed.

She knew of only one place that could keep her sane as she processed her grief. The only place where she could hear silence and not the sound of traffic and people.

“You idiot, we were suppose to grow old together.” She said out loud, looking down at the ring that stayed on her finger.

Y/N tried to hold it together but as the silence began to kill her and she decided that this was the time to let out her anger and grief. She screamed with a sob and fell to the ground.

“I never wanted to lose you.” She said as she hiccuped.

“You don’t have to.” A voice said and Y/N turned her head around to see her husband. The mechanical arms that he had on during the demonstration still on him, and moving around him.

“Otto?” She asked and he sighed in relief.

“Darling.” He said and Y/N rushed over to him and was engulfed in his arms.

She began to cry harder as he held her tightly. She held him back just as tight and kissed his jaw multiple times.

“How did you-” Y/N was cut off by Otto.

“I thought you had died too, I- I just knew this was the only place I could go.” He said and she kissed him with want and neediness. Not wanting to let go of him.

As she kissed him, Y/N began to hear hissing and turned around to see one of the tentacles coming near, as if to touch her.

“What happened?” She asked as she placed her hand out and the tentacle touched her hand.

“Let’s just say that they are now a part of me.” Otto said and the tentacles then grabbed her lifted her up as if she was a feather. Y/N gasped and gripped the tentacles.

“Otto!” She said with a gasp and laughed as she looked down at him. “Put me down.”

“They like you.” He said and the tentacles began to lower to the ground and closer to Otto. “They can see how much of a beauty you are.”

The tentacles then pushed Y/N closer to Otto, Otto smashing his lips against hers and this time even more vibrant and needy.

Y/N moaned against his lip and gripped the coat that he had on. Otto touched Y/N’s face and when they separated they were gasping for air.

“It seems that someone has a new found interest in something.” Otto said as one of the tentacles maneuvered to Y/N leg and went up her skirt, the cool metal touching her now wet entrance.

Y/N shuttered and gasp, holding onto Otto’s shoulder as the tentacle moved her underwear and began to touch her folds. She could feel it vibrating and lightly touching her clit.

“Let’s see here.” Otto said and put his hand under her skirt, he smirked at Y/N and she looked away shyly, only for him to grab her chin and make her look at him. “Already wet when we have just begun.”

“Otto we can’t do it-” Y/N was cut off by her skirt being ripped off by the tentacles and she screamed in delight as she was then placed on the soft grass.

Otto hovered over her like prey and licked his lips as he saw her pussy glistening just wanting to be fucked.

“I don’t give a damn if the world was burning, all I want is to fuck my wife and besides this has always been our spot, the place where we married, where we spent are endless nights and picnics.” He said and the tentacles let him come closer, one of the tentacles brushed a piece of hair from her face. “I’ve always wanted to try this anyhow, why not try something new?”

Suddenly then Y/N’s top was ripped off and Otto went straight for one of her breasts and began to suck on them. He would switch from one side to the other, leaving marks all over them. Purple and red hickies were now printed on her breast and Otto looked pleased with himself.

He loved hearing his wife moan and squirm underneath his touch. But he had an idea and smirked.

“Seems like someone is moving too much.” Otto said and looked to his tentacles and with a swift movement, they parted her legs and arms and kept her in place.

Making Otto throb in his pants as he watched his wife look so helpless and needy.

“What do you want my darling?” He asked her, touching her folds teasingly and slow as he looked at her.

“I want you to touch me.” Y/N said and Otto growled, his grip getting a bit tighter on her wrists and ankles.

“Seems like we’re missing something.” Otto said and Y/N realized her mistake.

“I want you to touch me, sir.” She said and Otto gave out a chuckle and dove right into her pussy. Y/N cried out in pleasure as he began to feast as if it was his last day.

She wanted to grip him, touch and pull his hair but since her hands were pinned all she could do was whine and moan.

Otto then placed a finger inside of her and began to pump in and out. Suddenly one became two, then two became three.

All you could hear was the sound of moans and the sound of Y/N’s pussy gush with slickness as Otto fingered her.

“Fuck please, I-” Y/N tried to move her lips but Otto gripped them as he ate her.

“Please what? You want me to fuck you hard- hmm?” Otto asked. “You want me to fucking cum in you and let my cum lay all over your legs to remind you who you belong to?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” She cried out and Otto began to pump relentlessly until she began to cry. “I’m gonna- fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, it’s alright my darling.” He said and kissed her gently, as if for a moment he changed from his rough persona to a gentler one to treasure this.

“Ah, god!” She screamed and Otto felt her juices all over his fingers get even wetter. His hand was soaking as Y/N finished her high.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and Otto’s tentacles let go of her wrists and he turned to one of them and as he looked at it, it began to vibrate and he smirked.

The other tentacle helped him with his pants and as it pulled down his pants, Y/N’s mouth watered as Otto’s throbbing cock came out. His tip was red and leaking waiting to be coated by Y/N’s juices. She bucked her hips up.

“Patience darling, don’t forget who’s in charge.” He said and suddenly was thrown onto her stomach and Y/N felt the tentacle on her ankles keep her in place.

“Please, sir.” She pleaded and Otto bent over her and snaked his hand around her waist to keep her close to him.

“Anything for you.” He said and in an instance slipped into her and they both let out a moan. She tried to rock her hips back and he gripped them tightly. “Ah, time for me to lead and for someone to help.”

The vibrating tentacles snaked under them and began to touch Y/N’s clit and she shook and cried out.

Otto began to gently thrust into her, pulling in and out at a steady pace. It was hard for him to hold back as she gripped his cock, milking him as if afraid he would pull out.

He began to kiss her spine and held her by the throat his large hand and kept saying praises to her.

“My good girl taking my cock so well, you want me to cum in you? Hmm?” He asked and she nodded feverishly.

“Yes, oh god please yes.” She answered. “Please cum in me, sir.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He said darkly, and began to thrust into her deeply and hard.

She began to scream with need as suddenly the vibrating tentacle began to vibrate harder and she sobbed as her full and wet pussy began to feel like heaven.

She couldn’t even understand what was going on around her as she only focused on her husband, her Otto.

“Otto I-” she as cut off by a kiss on the side of cheek.

“I know, I’m getting close to.” He said. “It’s okay, let it go darling, cum for me”.

Y/N throat felt sore after she screamed loud and hard as another intense crash of euphoria came down and made her grip Otto’s cock even tighter.

Otto grunted and moaned in pleasure as he felt Y/N’s juices coat his cock making it slicker and he moved fast. Until he suddenly felt his rush of euphoria and came inside her with deep thrusts.

Wanting all his sticky cum to coax her walls and to stay in there to make her all his.

After he came, his tentacles helped him and Y/N lay gently on the ground as Otto held Y/N tight.

She sighed happily and touched his cheek, kissing him gently as she still felt a few pulses of pleasure.

“I love you, Otto.” Y/N said and kissed him again. Otto smiled and touched her cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He said and held her. “I’ve always wanted to try forest sex.”

“Well I guess when you get new upgrades it doesn’t hurt to try something new.” Y/N said and suddenly felt a breeze and felt chilly as she suddenly realized her ripped clothes on the grass. “Otto! What am I suppose to wear?”

“Did you pack any spare clothes?” Otto asked.

“No! Otto I can’t be seen naked!” Y/N said and Otto quickly had his tentacles remove his coat and placed it around Y/N, making her feel warm and smelling that familiar cigar smell.

“Don’t worry my darling, your body is for my eyes only.” He said and his tentacles chirped and lifted her into Otto’s arms. “Now there’s work to be done.”

Y/N scrunched her eyebrows in confusion but said nothing as she felt her husband hold her. Only caring for the heartbeat that rang in her ears.

She was only glad that her husband was alive, and enjoyed the moment that they were sharing.

Hope you liked my first smut! Sorry if it was bad, I’m working on it. Love me some Doc Ock! Hope you follow and like it! 💕✨✨

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Request #5

Norman Osborn x Female Reader

AN: This was a request from @druigswh0ree. This fic is a continuation of my other Norman Osborn x Reader fic which was requested by @druigswh0ree and can be found here. Also, this contains consensual smut between two over the age of consent adults. 18+. Minors DNI.

This fic contains: hair pulling (male and female receiving), cursing, oral (male and female receiving), dom Norman, sub reader, penis in vagina sex, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), coming inside, reader sexually teasing Norman as he’s driving (don’t do this in real life), unwelcome advances from another character (nothing happens), Norman being jealous and a bit insecure and the Green Goblin being homesick.

You slid into the chair at the back of the classroom where Peter was giving his presentation with a tired sigh. So far, Strange was no closer to recreating the spell that had brought you, Norman, Otto, Max, Flint, and Curt from your universes although, on the plus side, Strange was certain that when he was able to send you back to your universes that he’d be sending you to the correct ones.

From where you were sitting, you could see Norman shift in his seat as if he had sensed your presence and for a moment, his posture changed and you could see his legs tense which made your heart rate pick up. You tensed in your own chair readying yourself to move just in case you needed to escort Norman out of the room. The last thing any of you needed right now was for the Green Goblin to make an appearance.

The sound of clapping signalled the end of the presentation and you relaxed the minute you saw Norman’s posture revert to his normal posture. Clearly, Norman and the Goblin had come to some kind of truce. Chairs scraped against the floor as their occupants stood up and moved to the exits and as the crowd thinned, you stood up to find Peter and congratulate him on his work. The young man had been pulling himself in two different directions with his coursework and his extra activities as Spiderman. He’d also been stressing over this presentation and you wondered if he was trying to prove to himself that he was more than Spiderman.

It took some time and some manoeuvring but you found Peter standing with Norman. The both of them were chatting animatedly and ignoring the looks that were being sent their way by the other visitors.

When you stopped moving because you’d drawn level with Norman, Peter acknowledged you with a wide smile and Norman reached down to hold your hand. His grip seemed firmer than usual – not too firm that it was painful but firm enough that you thought the Goblin was influencing Norman.

“So, what happened?” Peter asked eagerly as he led you both outside.

You exhaled slowly as you chose your words carefully, “If it’s not too much of an imposition, could we please continue to stay with you? The details of our return still need to be ironed out and there are a few wrinkles in the fabric.”

There was no mistaking it this time. You saw the moment that Norman surrendered control and the Goblin surged forward to take his place. Your partner’s eyes widened and an insane glee lit up his eyes.

“This was a temporary situation,” he hissed, “I don’t like that it’s becoming permanent.”

You squeezed Norman’s hand reassuringly, “Wouldn’t you rather that every detail was analysed before we returned home? Or would you prefer to go hurtling into the unknown?”

The Goblin turned to look at you with the insane glee in his eyes, “Hurtling into the unknown would be so much fun.” He cackled but it was soft enough that the people standing close to you didn’t hear. Perhaps, just as the Goblin influenced Norman, Norman was influencing the Goblin.

“Sweetheart,” the Goblin crooned, drawing your attention back to him while his eyes narrowed at someone over your shoulder, “I think it’s time we find a secluded, shady spot.”

Peter screwed up his nose and quickly excused himself as a staff member announced that some drinks were available. You barely heard the announcement over the pounding of blood in your ears and the feeling of warmth flooding your body. Not many people moved over to the table that held the drinks and figuring now was the best time, you removed yourself from the Goblin’s grip and made your way over to the table.

After grabbing a drink for you and your partner and one for Peter as an apology for what he’d overheard, you turned to walk back to Norman only to find your path was blocked by another adult that had attended the presentation.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” he commented.

“I’m from out of town.” You replied shortly as you tried to sidestep around the man who quickly blocked you from moving again.

Losing patience and feeling your hands become numb due to the temperature of the drinks, you felt your jaw tighten as you spoke again, “Is there something you wanted?”

“I’m here to support my daughter. Her mother isn’t in the picture and I’ve seen the way you look after Parker. My daughter would benefit greatly from having a female figure who cares so deeply for her in her life.”

“It’s not going to be me. I’m in a relationship with someone I care deeply about and I’m not about to discard that for someone who doesn’t even have the decency to get to know me as a person before thinking about all the things I can do for them.” Your tone and voice were brittle and you hoped he got the hint.

“With the grandpa over there?” The man jerked his thumb in what he thought was Norman’s direction but Norman had vanished. “Honey,” you didn’t even try to repress your shudder as he continued talking. Ever since you had dated Norman, he’d called you things like “My love” and “My darling” while the Goblin stuck with “Sweetheart.”

The man was still talking “…. could do better.”

Norman appeared behind the man and tapped him hard on the shoulder. One of the man’s hands reached up to cradle his shoulder as he pivoted to face Norman.

“For all of your posturing,” the Norman spoke and you could hear the Goblin in his voice, “you demonstrate your ignorance in your failure to notice that she is not interested in you. She is in a relationship with someone who adores her. You are nothing but an insect. You are not worth breathing the same air as her. Now leave us before you meet a sticky end.”

The man seemed to shrink in Norman’s presence before he scuttled away and the Norman took the now room temperature drinks from your hands and placed them back on the table. When he offered you his arm, you could feel that the muscles in his arm were clenched.

“Peter will come home later,” Norman growled in your ear as he escorted you out of the college grounds, “when we get to our temporary lodgings, I expect you to be in your temporary room naked. If you fail to do so within my time limit, I will tie you to the headboard and edge you until you don’t know if you are begging me to stop or begging me to continue and let you come. This is how a real man fucks. The man from before wouldn't even come close to giving you the pleasure that I can provide. Do you understand? Do you consent to continue?”

From past experience, you knew that when Norman and the Goblin spoke as one in situations like this, they both would stop talking after you gave your consent. It was the beginning of the foreplay.

A wicked idea crept into your mind, “What if we change the script?”

“Do you understand? Do you consent to continue?” Norman repeated impatiently as you reached the car that Norman was using.

“I understand and I consent to continue.” You replied as you climbed into the car.

Just as you predicted, Norman made no further comment. You waited until Norman was in full control of the car, thankfully there was no one around, and slowly dragged the tips of your fingers up the leg that was closest to you. Before you could reach your goal, a hand shot down and enclosed your wrist in a tight, warning grip. Norman didn’t take his eyes off the road as he guided your hand back into your lap. You weren’t about to stop and shifted slightly so that his knuckles brushed against your clothed pussy as he retracted his hand.

You knew the moment that he registered what had happened. His hand returned to the steering wheel and he held the steering wheel so tightly that you could see the whites of his knuckles. You waited until Norman’s eyes darted over to you and the second they did, you used the pad of your thumb to tug your bottom lip down before slipping your tongue out to trace over it.

Norman’s eyes were almost eclipsed by their pupils and he shifted around in his seat as he continued to drive. A smirk crossed your lips as you noticed the tent growing in his pants and as his eyes darted over to you for a second time, you decided to stop your teasing altogether and just relax in your seat. You wiggled around a few times until you were comfortable.

“Guess teasing Norman turned me on more than I thought it would.”

The tension as Norman parked the car was incredibly thick. Norman turned to face you. “Get inside, now.”

His tone left no room for discussion and you hastily followed his instructions.

Norman was hot on your heels as you entered the empty apartment and with a quick push of his hand, the door closed and the bolt slid into place – effectively locking the door.

Norman was in front of you with two quick strides, “Get on your knees,” he ordered as his hands worked to open his belt. You fell to your knees as Norman succeeded in undoing his belt.

Mischievously, you raised a hand to caress his clothed cock, and like he had in the car, his hand encircled your wrist and guided it back to you. This time, he took it a step further and his hand shot out to grab you by the hair. He tugged you close, “That’s the second time you’ve tried to push the limits. Should you try again, I will leave you unsatisfied. Take me out and use your mouth.”

Biting back the comment that was on the tip of your tongue about him leaving you unsatisfied would result in him being left unsatisfied as well, you followed his orders.

You undid the button and lowered the zip of his trousers and stifled a dry chuckle at the fact that Norman wore no underwear. Norman’s cock was half hard and you moved your head closer while lifting a hand to his cock so that you could lick him from base to tip. A small shudder rippled through Norman as his cock rose to full hardness and you sucked on the sensitive head of his cock while running a finger up and down the biggest, pulsating vein on his cock.

Norman spread his legs more and you thought that he was giving you more room to move but instead, he reached down and grabbed your hair again.

“Mouth. Only.” He growled through clenched teeth before releasing his grip on your hair.

You hummed in acknowledgement which caused him to shudder again as you dropped your hand to rest on the ground. You pulled off his cock to take a deep breath before lowering your mouth onto his cock again.

The moan that Norman released was downright filthy as your mouth took more of his cock. By now, he was touching the back of your throat, and just as you realised that, Norman began fucking your mouth with shallow, rapid thrusts of his hips.

You could feel your wetness accumulating in your underwear and you wanted nothing more to reach down and take care of yourself by rubbing your clit. However, Norman’s earlier warning about leaving you unsatisfied echoed in your mind and as challenging as it was, you resisted the temptation to touch yourself.

Norman must have noticed your struggles because he removed his cock from your mouth and helped you to stand up.

“Strip and walk to the room you’re sleeping in.”

You did as you were told.

Norman walked behind you also naked and still very much in control. After seeing him jerk his chin in the direction of the bed, you made your way over to it before moving onto your hands and knees so that you could crawl across the bed. You made sure to add a little sway to your hips as you did so. Norman didn’t seem to appreciate you taking the initiative and his hand came down on your ass causing you to yelp and grip the covers tightly as your hands curled into fists in an attempt to steady yourself.

“Lie down on your back.” Norman ordered hoarsely and you complied.

It was Norman’s turn to crawl. He stopped when he was between your spread legs and sat back on his haunches examining you carefully before deciding on a course of action. He lifted your right leg and slowly trailed kisses all the way up to your thigh and just when you thought he was going to stop his teasing and put his mouth on your clit like you really wanted him to, he lowered your leg only to pick up your other leg and repeat the process.

By the time Norman reached the apex of your thighs again, you were squirming around on the bed, trying to find any form of release. Norman scowled and after lowering your leg back onto the bed, both his hands shot out and pinned your hips to the bed.

Without breaking eye contact, Norman bent down and sucked your clit into his mouth. The sensation made you want to lurch upright but you were still pinned to the bed. You settled for raising a hand and carding it through Norman’s hair before tugging him closer to your pussy.

To your surprise, Norman allowed you to maintain your grip on his hair as he sucked your lower lips into his mouth one by one, peppering open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your pussy as he moved. You felt a blunt pressure at your entrance and realised that it was one of Norman’s fingers. It slid into you easily and you moaned at the feeling of having Norman’s finger inside you while his mouth returned to sucking on your clit occasionally worrying the bud with his tongue.

Soon you felt another finger slide in your pussy to accompany the finger that was already inside you. Norman rocked his hand forwards and added a twist with his wrist that had the upper part of your body arching off the bed.

Norman broke away from your clit but not before giving it one last lick in farewell. He trailed his gaze all the way up your body until he met your eyes and slowly, despite the frantic clenching of your walls, he withdrew his fingers.

You whined at the loss and Norman chuckled as he manoeuvred himself back to his hands and knees and crawled over you so that you were nose to nose. He braced his weight on one arm and used his other hand to grip his cock and guide himself into your entrance. It felt like all of your nerve endings were firing at once as Norman entered you and once he was fully sheathed inside you, he let out a groan that had you quivering around him. Between Norman’s teasing and the feeling of him deep inside of you had you trembling on the edge of release.

As Norman lowered his arm to the bed again, your hands reached up and gripped onto each side of his torso. You leant up to steal a kiss from his lips uncaring of the fact that he’d just had his mouth on you. Norman dipped his head and your lips met.

When you pulled back, you gazed up at him.

“Fuck me Norman. Please.” You begged with a breathy voice.

Norman didn’t need any encouragement and he began to move without saying a word. Your hips moved on their own, matching Norman’s increasing rhythm. Your head fell back onto the bed with your eyes closed as Norman moved his hips and your breathing became shallower as you approached your release.

Norman began to pant with each thrust and he unexpectedly shifted his weight and his position so that he could loop one of your legs around his waist. The change in angle had spots dancing behind your eyes and had you tightening around him.

“Norman…” Your warning sounded more like a plea.

Norman’s pace sped up to an inhuman speed. After licking his thumb, he reached down between you and rubbed at your clit. The speed, the feel of him inside you, and the pressure of his thumb on your clit was too much and you whimpered his name on a constant loop as you came around him.

Your orgasm proved to be Norman’s undoing and with a groan that you swore you felt in your very bones, he shuddered and warm spurts of cum bathed your still contracting walls. Norman’s breathing evened out as he lowered himself onto you and then rolled to the side, taking you with him.

You cuddled into his chest and one of Norman’s arms draped around your shoulders and held you close. Neither of you spoke as you bathed in your afterglow and each other’s presence.

Norman gently scraped his fingernails down your spine while you drew mindless patterns on his chest and stomach with your finger. Worried about breaking the tender moment, you chose to whisper the words you wanted to say.

“I’m yours, Norman and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not interested in anyone but you.”

Norman pulled you into him tighter and caressed your shoulder with his thumb.

*Extended ending*

Norman’s arms wrapped around your waist as you finished tidying up the apartment. Which mostly involved putting the clothes you were both wearing when you entered the apartment for washing.

Norman kissed his way down your neck and rested his head on your shoulder, “Peter is staying at the Sanctum for a few days with his friends and Aunt.”

You turned in Norman’s embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck, “That is good news.”

Norman pecked your lips as his hands slid underneath the top you were wearing, “I’d say that it’s more than good news, sweetheart.”

“Hello, Goblin.”

“Norman had his turn with you. Now it’s my turn.”

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Concept: Sitting on one of the lab tables while Otto is tinkering. One of the tentacles comes over to you and just sort of hovers there right in front of your face. Naturally, you reach out to hold the claw and place a gentle kiss on the claw which causes it to spin widely and excitedly. Now the other tentacles are approaching you and they all want kisses. Now you’re just giving the sentient metal claws kisses and Otto doesn’t have his helpers. He’s a little mad until he turns his head and sees you doting on his tentacles and he’s unable to stay mad. You’ve always been able to find beauty and love in everything.

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Bad habits (Doc Ock x F!reader)

Word count: 4015

Rating: M (smut smut smut, also smoking a bit and drinking but mostly smuttt)

After a night out with Peter and MJ, you meet a stranger on the streets

(A/n: my first smut in a long time, though not bad, if I say so myself ahahaha. Here’s to all the doc ock simps out there)

‘Are you sure you guys are leaving already?! It’s only 3 am!’ you complained. You were having a drink with a few classmates of your who had started leaving gradually until for the last two hours it had been just you, Peter and MJ. But now they too were heading home.

‘It’s 3 am already Y/n!’ MJ complained. And who could blame them, they are assured they don’t have to spend the night alone.

You rolled your eyes, but you let them leave without further complaints. As they walk towards the door you shout after them, your alcohol fuzzed mind only now remembering this detail.

‘Hey who is going to pay for your drinks then?!’

‘We’ll pay you back tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/n~’ MJ and peter said, she held her arm linked in his as they passed by the bar window.

Now it was just you.

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A little slimy Egon Spengler smut written by yours truly. It’s hot, primal and raw. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more mood slime related Ghostbusters fics!

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support group for niche blorbo appreciators

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🥺 this is like all I want in life

in love with you

a/n: hiii this popped into my head and its my first headcanon, so bare with me! most likely did terrible trying to capture ✨fez✨ but i tried so lmk how i did/what needs improvement. -nina <3333

word count: im writing on my phone right now but i’ll get back to you once i know it ok bye.

i hope you love it.

first off, fez´s love language is physical touch asf.

- he´d need you close enough to touch you all the time.

- ¨your skin feels so like, i dont know, like, soft and shit.¨

- his fingers would trace your skin constantly.

-when he was bored, he’d play with your hair, twirling it in his fingers.

-doe eyed, you’d catch him staring at you sometimes, and with no shame at all he’d get caught.

-“what?” you’d say,

-“nothin. just appreciating your face pretty mama.”

- when you were laying down, he´d be the big spoon all the time, there was no debating.

- when you were in public, he´d need his hands somewhere on you, most times they were on your waist.

- he loved to show that you were his, pda was you guys´ thing.

- ¨yall are nasty. get a fuckin room bruh.¨ ash would utter, making you guys even more riled up and overexagerate your movements.

- ¨lil bruh you hatin, wait till you get yur´ own girl. imma be all on top of you with that shit too.¨

- you´d just sit in between his legs, listening to the playful banter.

- his hands would regularly find their way to your ass.

- ¨whatre you doin mr.slick?¨

- ¨thats my ass baby.¨ he´d nuzzle his face into your neck.

he was soft around you, and you were his favorite person.

-¨yo. im tired as fuck today, shit got me fucked up. lets go to the room baby.¨

-he´d give you a soft baby faced look, almost a beg, to go with him so most times you obliged.

- but sometimes you were on the couch, divulged into a random tv show and refused to get up.

- ¨lets go ma,¨

- ¨baby. no just come here. promise ill love you up all the same.¨

- eventually he give up and just join you on the couch, dropping his head on your lap.

- he´d watch dumb rom coms with you, and enjoy them too.

-“why’s that guy so dumb and shit? actin stupid as fuck. like it’s obvious she’s in love with him.”

-you’d just sit there and laugh, not wanting to get caught up in his amazement in romcoms.

-when you were fed up with studying, you’d make him do things for you so you’d have him as a distraction.

-“baby pass me that water over there?”

-he’d get up, get it and walked over to you.

-laying your hands on his as soon as he came within 6 inches of you, you gave him a devilish smile.

-“wanna do something more fun?”

-“nahhhh, you tryna play me. do your homework girl, that shits important.”

-whenever you even joked about dropping out, he’d give you the dirtiest look and the sternest voice.

-“don’t even joke about that shit, you’re graduating and making something out of yourself. youre smart as fuck.”

he´s so protective over you

- ¨baby could you go the room while that guys here..ion want you around nun of that.¨

- when you were at deals with him, (your choice, not his) he would keep you behind him, always with his hands connected to yours.

- his job came with a bunch of shitbags, when they even looked at you, he´d go off on them.

- ¨yo. look my girl up and down one more time ill knock em eyes out for you.¨

- ¨y/n could you please just stay here tonight? you know those guys are some preverts as fuck bro.¨

- to that you´d just roll your eyes, and mumble some shit like you could handle yourself.

- he nodded in dissaproval.

- every wednesday and saturday, you guys went to his friends gym, to work on your self defense.

- as much as he wished he could be attatched to you 24/7 he knew that wasnt going to happen, so self defense could be a great idea.

- ¨stay with me the whole time. dont talk to nobody, they all junkies. you´re not trying shit either, you dont know what fucked shit they got.¨

- he´d say, while walking into a party that he´d been going to for soley buisness.

he always finds a way to reassure you

-you´d come out in a skin tight dress with some beige heels.

- ¨how do i look fezzy?¨

- ¨good as fuck. too bad that shit is coming off later.¨

-he wouldn’t be worried about guys, because he knew he was yours.

-if someone dated to lay their hands on you or insistently bother you though, shit was going down.

-“yo. get out the fucking way did she not just say she not interested? you’re wack. move.”

- when you woke up, there he was waiting for you with coffee.

- ¨morning beautiful´" he said, kissing the top of your head.

- he´d def be the type to warn you about drugs and not to do them, ironically.

-¨arent you a literal drug dealer? telling me not to do drugs?¨

- ¨i dont give a fuck. that shit changes people, and i aint ever want you to change.¨

-whenever rue was hanging out with you guys, she’d always offer you.

-while you’d ponder the thought of getting high, fez answered the question for you.

-“she good. she don’t need any of that shit.”

-he only wanted the best for you.

-he was in love with you.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed!!! let’s hope you can visualize fez in these! <3

reblog reblog reblog please!! any and all feedback will be appreciated! love you! - nina :)

tags to those who wanted this: @fezcossidepiece @slut4fezy @rangotangomango @genuinely-believe @almondsunflower @igotmajordaddyissues @slickdickwitchbitch

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feels so good to be us

Fezco (Euphoria) x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of drug use, mentions of guns, implied violence (all canon-typical), swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t, wrap it), dirty talk, light degradation, light choking, rough sex, light slapping, oral sex (f receiving)

Word Count: 4.5k

no secret that i fell in love w the guy whilst watching the show, so we’ll just see how this goes

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Hi there Erika! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could have a little comfort blurb with Bo because I'm having a really rough day right now and I'm barely holding it together and I'm literally on the verge of tears so...yeah. Sorry.

Tibby!!!🥰💗 Honey you're NEVER a bother and I'm so sorry that you're having such a rough day😩I'm here if you want to vent or anything! I hope that things get better for you; you deserve the world! Also, sorry if there are any massive typos or anything 'off'; I'm super duper tired rn because my lecture just finished but I wanted to get this out to you the day you sent it in so then it hits you in the way you need it to; I took inspo from Discord but I kept it all very vague for obvious reasons. I hope you enjoy, and if not then please let me know and I'll be happy to write you something else! Mwah mwah ~

TW; emotional distress, mentions of conflicts unresolved between reader & unspecified person, crying, stressed reader. Mostly fluff and the mentioned warnings here are just the exposition.

GN!reader, no coded language, “you” & Y/N used.

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You stood with your back to the sink in the dark kitchen of the Sinclair home, so dirty were the windows from the outside that very little natural sunlight filtered in. Lester had said that he would do the windows tomorrow, but that had been a week ago, and so busy was he that you didn't have the heart to pester him about it. And so, the windows stayed dirty and the kitchen remained darker than the rest of the house's lighting.

The hard pressure of the wooden counter at your back was one of the few things you were aware of, so lost were you within your mind. Things just weren't going right and an interpersonal conflict only made the weight of the world upon your shoulders that much more unbearable. You were doing everything that you could but always did it seem like it wasn't enough, like you weren't enough. So many thoughts swirled around in your mind that it made you dizzy, but the more you paid attention to them, the more you became dizzy, and the vicious cycle continued to such an extent that you felt sick of your own self and you wanted simply to run away.

From what, you knew not, but you wanted out.

Your body felt heavy, dragged down was it by the weight of all that was upon you, and you allowed yourself to sag against the counter. Unfortunately for you, there was a patch of spilled coffee just beneath your foot, and as you relaxed, your foot shifted onto the drying puddle. Unforgiving was the laminated floor and you would have fallen were it not for the fact that the violent scraping of chair legs on the tiles ripped through the air and a hand seized you firmly by the wrist.

Bo caught you before you began to fall, as so often did he.

"Fuckin' watch it, would'ya?" His rough tone chastised you. Normally would such a sound have made you smile in familiarity and in love, always so prickly was Bo, but today it only made you feel worse and you instinctively wrinkled your nose against the stinging of tears in the backs of your eyes and your nose. You were one dropped teaspoon away from crying but you had too much to do, so much to deal with. There was no time for emotions, no time for you, there was only time for work and your breath caught in your throat as things continued to pile up. You saw not what you had already done this day and thought only of all that you had still to do, the clock ticking life away and -

Your breath caught in your throat and Bo's baby blues turned from an ocean into ice as he examined you and noticed your distracted state, so sharp was he. In an instant, he dropped the tough act, and it made you even dizzier than you already were. Today, it seemed, you just couldn't keep up with all that life had chosen to throw at you, and you were exhausted. Hands gripped your wrists and tugged you into a proper standing position, your back away from the counter so that there was no chance of you slipping once more, and then those hands, so dangerous and fatal to anyone who was not a Sinclair, slid up, up your forearms, upper arms, curved around the slopes of your shoulders and then around to your back, where Bo pulled you into his body. It was such a slow and gentle motion that it made that urge to cry even stronger and the first of many tears began to drip down your cheeks.

"Awh, hey now," Bo almost cooed, his mouth sloping downwards in sympathy. His hands left your back and moved to your cheeks, which were cupped tenderly as the rough pads of his fingers dashed your tears away. "Why the waterworks, hm?" Oh, but the look on Bo's face, like he wanted to hold you so tight that all of your pain transferred from you into him through the power of osmosis, made you shatter and for the second time in as many minutes did Bo catch you before you fell.

You shook your head, unable to articulate your pain through the thoughts in your mind which were swirling like a hurricane; leaving destruction in its wake in the form of those tears drying on your face and the pads of Bo's thumbs. He sighed. The sound was both one of sympathy and of impatience. He needed to know who or what had made you cry so that he could put it to rights; nothing hurt Bo more than his loved ones being in any kind of pain. "Talk t'me, darlin'," Bo wrapped his arms around you and stepped forward into your personal space, tilting so that he could rest the soft angles of his chin on the curve of your shoulder. "Lemme help ya'."

He was practically pleading with you in the only way he knew how, his blue eyes chasing yours every time you looked away. It was intimidating, desperate, but he lulled you into the sense that there was no other option, not that you wanted one. You would tell him everything and indeed after just a few seconds of silence did Bo finally get what he wanted. Everything you wanted to say and everything that you didn't poured out of your lips like a tap left to run, and once Bo realised what was happening, he used his grip on your body to guide you backwards, backwards. He sat back down on his seat and tugged you forward and down until you were plopped on his lap sitting sideways. His arms curled around you like a fleshy cage; the safest one you had ever and would ever know.

At last, at last, with an odd sense of desperation and of adrenaline, your body fighting against its own urge to run, to run, Bo brought you to the moment where words ran dry and all that was left were the damp and sticky tear tracks on your face and Bo's lips at your temple, his body crushed against yours. Oh, but you were right where you had needed to be ever since you had awoken this morning and Bo could feel that one simple truth just as you could, so completely did he know you.

"I'll tell y'somethin'," Bo chuckled. It was an unhappy sound, one strained with barely suppressed anger. He was so angry at those who made you feel the way that you did and he wanted nothing more than to raise hell and make things right. He wanted only the best for you and he hated it when he couldn't provide you with such. "There ain't many like ya', darlin'," He pressed one, two, three kisses to the side of your forehead, his arms flexing around you. "So fuckin' strong. I'on know how th'hell y'do it."

You shrugged. "Used to it."

Bo scoffed angrily. "Y'shouldn't have t'be," He shook his head and used a hand under your chin to turn your face towards him so that he could capture your lips in a kiss; it was tender yet the undercurrent of his anger was so palpable that you could almost taste it. "This is why I don't leave Ambrose much," He shrugged, "Too much shit out there."

Silence reigned supreme for a passage of time marked only by your breaths; your inhales were punctuated with Bo's exhales, as if you complemented each other despite being whole persons on your own. Exhausted, you slumped against Bo and he held you tighter, a strained smile on his face. "Tha's it, darlin'," he encouraged, "You jus' sit right here. Ain't gotta' be anywhere or do anythin' else. Jus' stay here wit' me."

Your arms looped around his neck and you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him, wanting nothing more than this, just this, forevermore.

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