Archie(Reid's Version)

it/he 20 Reid's secret husband😌 Primarily NSFW blog

[archiewritesalot]

Hi I'm Archie, I made a new account to keep my fanfiction writings together due to me reblogging quite a lot and it's easier for me to do this. So if you see my writings from @i-live-in-spite that is me, that is my account

[i-live-in-spite]

This is my new writer/fanfiction account so I can keep my fanfictions orderly(if you know me irl, no you don't go away lol)

[hersurvival]

[kosmogrl]

[eclipse-ofthe-sun]

[come-trick-or-treat-here]

Oh what a lovely costume! Here you go I’ve got some nerds rope just for you! Take care now!

[i-live-in-spite]

[honey-on-your-tongue]

pussy drunk

kinktober, day 6

synopsis: Clark just loves your pussy

cw: pathetic + desperate Clark, unprotected p in v, creampie

wc: 816

Clark who is so pussy drunk, he’s barely coherent and not making any sense. The only thing he’s capable of doing at this point is to keep rutting his hips against yours as he whines in your ear.

His cock drags along your gummy walls, the slick sound of him fucking into you loud and obscene as it mixes with your moans and his whimpers.

“’s so good,” he murmurs into your ear, sweat beading on his forehead, his hair sticking to the skin there. “I love this pussy.”

His words are slurred. They mix together, he barely leaves pauses between them, and if he weren’t speaking right into your ear, you wouldn’t be able to make out what he’s saying.

You squirm under him, body already sensitive from how long he’s been fucking you. You lost count of your orgasms around number five or six, and you’re certain he’s been in you for hours now.

Your legs are around his waist, hips rolling against his with each thrust. He just groans, biting your shoulder, then moving his mouth to your neck.

“You’re always so good to me,” he whines, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your throat, coating your skin in his saliva. “You always let me in this perfect pussy. You’re such a sweet girl.”

He sounds insane, lost to the feeling of your inner walls enveloping him. He’s lost to the tight, wet heat that sucks him in, that plagues his mind when he’s not with you, that he feels even in his dreams.

Your nails drag down his back, leaving red tracks on his skin. He grunts, thrusting shallowly. He pulls away as little as possible, not wanting to be out of you even for a second. He feels like he’ll lose his mind if he pulls out too far.

He kisses your collarbones, grinding his pelvis against you when he’s all the way in, giving your clit the friction it aches for. You squeeze him tighter and he gasps, whining again.

“Oh, God,” he moans, his huge frame shaking as his thrusts falter a little. “God.”

He can’t keep his rhythm steady anymore, can’t decide if he wants to fuck you fast and hard, or slow and deep. All he knows is that he wants to be in you. He just alternates between quick, shallow thrusts and then slower ones that let him feel all of you, soaked around him.

He relishes the way your gummy walls are stretched to his size, to his girth. No matter how many times he fucks you, it’s always a stretch when he slides his cock into you. And though you’ve gotten better at taking him, you’re always so tight around him.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna come,” he whines, burying his face into your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He’s panting like a dog, heavy puffs of breath, hot as they hit your skin. He slips a hand down, his fingers almost clumsy as he rubs your clit, aching to give you one last orgasm before he loses it himself.

“Please,” he gasps. “Please, baby, need you to come on my cock.”

You mewl his name, body arching into his. “Clark, Clark,” you squeak, thighs pressing against either side of him as your heels push at his lower back, trying to get him deeper.

“Just like that,” he whines, his hips faltering. “Sweet girl, if you wanna come, gotta do it now ‘fore I’m too out of it to help you get there.”

You whimper, heat pooling in your womb as your orgasm grows. He can feel you clenching around him, your pretty body shaking as you get closer.

“Please, please, please, please,” he murmurs into your ear, his cock already twitching, his body on the edge. “Please.”

You come, your cunt tightening deliciously around his cock, his name leaving your lips as your orgasm finds you.

He doesn’t last a second longer. He comes almost at the same time you do, thrusting into you a few more times as his cum spurts into you in thick, hot ropes that pool deep in your pussy. He whimpers into your ear, sounding every bit the needy, desperate mess he is.

“Yes, yes. Baby. Oh, God, thank you,” he gasps, his entire body shaking as he comes down from his high. “Thank you so much. Thank you. Fuck, that was so good. You’re so good to me. Thank you for letting me fuck this perfect pussy.” He kisses your forehead, his ears ringing. “God, I love you so much. I’m never going to get sick of being in you.”

He’s just such a pathetic, desperate mess when it comes to you. And he knows it as much as he loves it.

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Clark Kent masterlist

Kinktober masterlist

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[catchymemes]

[pythonmoth]

something something Simon who accidentally summons a demon when trying to read something in latin for his homework, and ends up dealing with an annoying idiot that only he can see

of course, that's you

you're loud and obnoxious, but you really like his tea and that's the only thing that gets you to be serious and enjoy something without a facade

when he realises you like sweets, he starts baking pumpkin pie, which is the one you seem to enjoy the most

the fact that you make his enemies classmates meet little misfortunes is a bonus; missing a step here, a broken pen there, a lost umbrella during a rainy day...

honestly, he wasn't planning on having feelings for you but he can't help it if your face glows when somebody is having a bad day (often because of you)

masterlist | buy me a coffee

@sheepispink you told me to tag you whenever I wrote something, so

[strawberrylemongrass]

"but hes a war criminal!!" "but hes a bad person!!" "but hes literally evil!!"

SSSHUT UPPPP

John Price retired and is a slow moving old dog, a chocolate lab with greying fur maybe, who huffs like you personally offended him every time he lays down.

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

how to tell mutual hey i think ur really cool we should talk more but like also im bad at talking and am always exhausted

[asterxsk]

Ignore the hands I’m sleepy

[holyowl]

Quick doodle of my favourite boys

[fernsdelight]

Creepy landlord Simon Riley, who, in the dead of winter right before a snowstorm rolls in, decides to turn your heating system way down, leaving your cozy apartment suddenly frigid and oh so very uncomfortable to sleep in, having to layer on the blankets in bed just to keep warm :(

You were miserable and cold, your muscles and joints achy and sore from the bitter weather. You send a text over to Simon, complaining that the heats no longer working, basically giving nasty Simon the green light to come over and take care of his pretty girl, craving your soft body against him. You don’t have to wait long before he’s shouldering your front door open, broad shoulders brushing against the door frame, inviting himself inside your home. Simon gives some lame excuse for the heating not working, something… something… blocked ducts and the pilot lights off. He’ll fix it tomorrow. Promise lovie.

But now that he’s here… you can’t expect him to leave. The snowstorm’s already here, the clean roads now coating in a thick blanket of powder too dangerous to drive in, the wind howling like a pack of wolves. It’s dark out too, you’ll let him stay overnight, right? He’s cold too, you know.

Now that the ‘ice’ was broken in your relationship, Simon was making himself really comfortable in your place, making you each a cup of hot tea before bed, delivering it right to you. He’s pulling all the strings tonight, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips because he knows he’s got a stupidly big dick. You can see it bobbing with every step he takes, sittin’ down on the bed beside you, manspreading his thick thighs wide so you can catch a glimpse of thick print against the fabric, seeing it grow harder for you and twitch from you blushing :) 

And when Simon finally slips under the covers with you, he’s like a human furnace. Cocooning you in a bundle of blankets, rough hands clumsily pawing at the fat of your hips, tugging you closer to him, the bed feeling like the warmest and softest thing ever with Simon there. His hard, broad chest pressed against your back while his strong, thick arms wrapped around your tummy possessively. It was so hard to ignore the hot and heavy cock pressing against you, Simon grunting a little, trying to be subtle as he ruts his hips against you insistently.

Simon's thrusts were desperate and sloppy, as if he was trying to press inside you even through the fabric of your clothing, grumbling on about how ‘skin to skin contact was the best and healthiest way to share body heat’ as he tugs off your pajamas. It was also hard to ignore the fluttering in your lower tummy, allowing the huge brute to sink his fat cock inside your wet pussy. He was just trying to be a good landlord, wanting to keep his lovely tenant warm, that means from the inside too :)

[total-killer-brainrot]

part 2 part 3

Somehow, the whole team starts calling Price 'Daddy'. On missions and off.

You don't know how it started. That was a lie, of course you did. You had said it once as a joke. And when you saw the wide eyed flustered look on his face you had laughed. Continuing to tease him about it until Soap picked it up too. Egging you on.

"Aye, ye're lookin' good today, Daddy!"

Gaz joined in next. Whispering the name late one night with his hand wrapped around the Captain's cock and laughing softly when he came. Squeezing the base of his dick as he bucked up into Kyle's hand. Needy little whimpers escaping John's mouth.

"You really like that, huh Daddy?"

Everyone knew he loved the name as much as he hated it. It made him horny and so embarrassed. Especially when you all did it in front of other soldiers.

Ghost was the last to participate. Murmuring into the radio at the end of an op where John had almost single handedly taken down the enemy. His voice so deviously low it made you shiver.

"Well done, Daddy."

The whole team lost it. You could barely hear Price groaning in frustration over Johnny and Kyle's cackles.

At this point no one called him Captain, or even Price. It was always, "Yes, Daddy." In response to an order, or "Daddy, take off in 10." At the start of a mission.

Price spent half the day flushed red and adjusting himself in his pants. Horny and annoyed.

But he could deal with it. Especially when at the end of the day he got to pound his aching cock into your needy little cunt. Listening to you whine, "Daddy slower! Please!" as you sobbed into the pillow. The rest of his boys either laying fucked out next to you, or eagerly nervously waiting their turns.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

saw this tiktok and thought of ghost... hnngg mechanic!simon who fixes ur car AND ur life after a quickie<3

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT6Mfdt4Q/

OH GOD YES (did I just write this instead of sleeping? yes. do I regret it? no.) link

Bent over the hood of your own car, feeling it purr — as opposed to the horrible clanking and groaning sounds it made before — was not how you thought this would go.

When you dropped the car off a week ago, you had little to no hopes for your well-loved vehicle. You completely forgot about it, though, the second you saw the mechanic. Tall and broad, the muscles of his biceps bulging through the sleeves of his shirt. Piercing eyes had appraised you, his expression hidden by the skull balaclava on him.

You'd shivered under his gaze, goosebumps rising over your skin, nipples hardening as heat filled your veins.

You might've imagined those eyes while touching yourself once or twice during the week...

You came in today, not really giving a fuck about the car, only wanting to see him. You'd almost melted at the sight of him, sweaty, those eyes of his looking at you like he was seeing you naked.

“She's all fixed,” he'd told you, turning the key in the ignition and showing you the now-smooth run of the engine. “Good as new.”

“Geez,” you'd said, surprised. The old hunk of metal had seemed a lost cause, and this man had revived it. Probably some sort of magic in those huge hands of his... “Maybe you should get under my hood, see if you can fix me.”

You'd meant it as a joke. He didn't laugh, and you'd stuttered to apologize.

He shushed you with a rough chuckle as he hooked a finger on the loop of your jeans and pulled you closer. “I'll give it my best.”

He's definitely giving it his best as he pounds into you. His cock is long and thick, veiny, and you can feel every ridge on him each time he thrusts in.

“Fuck, you're so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, his body leaning down over yours, his chest pressing against your back. “You're takin’ it so well.”

You whine in response, eyes shut. Well? You're taking it well? You feel like he's up in your stomach from how deep he's fucking you. ‘Well’ isn't the word; you feel like you're barely able to fit him, let alone well.

God, he's huge. Everything about him is just so big.

He pulls back a little, leaving your back to miss the heat and weight of him. You don't get a chance to wallow in the loss as one of his enormous hands wraps itself around your neck and squeezes softly, making your mind go blank.

“Oh, my God!” you squeal, gasping, breathing coming a little harder.

He chuckles lowly. “You callin’ me a god, girl? I know I fuck good, but that's a little much, hm?” He leans closer, his mouth by your ear. “You should be embarrassed about how easy you are. Dirty thing, spreading your legs jus’ like that. Just ‘cause I talked pretty to ya.”

You whimper, pussy tightening around him, legs starting to shake. He's so big, he's so rough, he's so mean. God, he's so, so mean. And it's making you wetter.

He can feel it too. “Oh, it's like that, is it? You like bein’ a slut? Like getting used? Shoulda told me the first time you came here; would've saved me the trouble of havin’ to jerk off all week while thinkin’ ‘f you. Could've just been fuckin’ this pretty cunt instead.”

You can't think. You're mewling, pushing your ass back against his hips, trying to match his rhythm. He squeezes your neck tighter and you almost sob with ecstasy. Your nails scratch against the hood of the car, leaving little lines on the paint. You don't even notice.

“Don't do that,” he snaps, grabbing your wrists and holding them behind your back. “I'm gonna have to fix that now.” He lets go of your throat, his hand moving instead to spank your ass hard.

You squeak, squirming, a tight knot of sharp pleasure coiling in your womb.

He spanks you again, harder. “Hurts?” he asks when you whimper.

“Yeah,” you gasp, nodding weakly. It's a sharp pain that quickly dissolves into pleasure, and it's pushing you to a much-needed orgasm.

He spanks you once more. “Then don't gimme more work to do, girl. I need to have free time if I'm gonna imagine all the ways I could fuck you, hm?”

You gasp, shaking, tears of pleasure filling your eyes and then falling down your face, right onto the hood of your car.

Simon hears you sobbing and hiccuping, and he chuckles. “You need to come already?”

“Please,” you whine, body writhing. You can feel your orgasm is close, but it's just out of reach. “Please.”

“You beg so pretty. Lucky I'm in a good mood, or I'd have you beg me for hours,” he says, slipping a hand under you. His thick, rough fingers find your clit and rub it in quick circles to match his thrusts.

And that's it. That's all you need.

The knot grows tighter and tighter until it snaps, sending pleasure ricocheting through your body, making you almost scream as you come.

“Aw, fuck,” Simon grunts, grabbing onto your hips and slamming into you a couple more times, too hard and too fast and too deep, before he pulls out and spills ropes of warm, sticky cum onto your lower back.

You're shivering, breathing heavily as you slowly recover from the intense orgasm.

“I don't think it worked,” he says quietly, breathlessly, as he drags his teeth over your shoulder.

“What?” you ask, voice raw from all the screaming and crying.

“I don't think I fixed ya. You're just so fuckin’ dirty,” he teases, and you laugh, a little embarrassed.

“I'm...Well. You did your best,” you counter, glancing at him over your shoulder.

“Tell you what, girl,” he says, voice low, eyes wild. “I'm gonna fix up the paint you just scratched off the hood, and when you come pick the car up, I'll try and fix you again.”

“You think it'll work then?” you ask, body growing warm with desire once more.

“I reckon the more we try, the more luck we'll have.”

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Simon Riley masterlist

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seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[fandomslurper]

Unpopular opinion: The pack(s) are treated very well in the ministry.

As much as they get chores to do, it's only to stop them from getting bored.

On top of that, each element of Ghoul or Ghoulette have a different corridor dedicated to their habitational region of the pit, and they're *very* well made.

Water Ghouls: (If running clean water habitat) get a very cool room and a flat rock floor, rounded pebbles in a running stream across the corner of their room and a pond deep enough for them to submerge themselves in, and lots of moss surrounding or in. They don't have beds as they naturally prefer to sleep in water. They can have a sort of like infinity shower that looks like a mini waterfall in the opposite corner too. Basically, lots of water.

For a Tropical Water Ghoul, they like a warm climate and sea or clean water, and so they get about the same set up with a clean water stream, and a saltwater pond with artificial soft waves to mimic the feel of home, and instead of moss and pebbles they get seaweed and sand.

Water Ghouls tend to have their preferences and don't exactly just make do with anything.

For Fire Ghouls: They like a warm, toasty climate, one that would sweat out a Water Ghoul. Their room has heaters in the walls and a ton of insulation, ashy corners from the Fire Elements always lighting something or another on fire, rock floors, and a dug out sort of large hole for them to sleep in. They get heavyweight, fire resistant blankets, and a mandatory sprinkler system because sometimes they have quite a temper.

Fire Ghouls don't change much per region, they like it warm and aren't too picky.

Air Ghouls: they like to have access to light, so unlike their fellow packmates they choose to reside a floor up, where windows are accessible. They love light and wind if course, and want to feel the rain on their skin when they lean out the window. They can get temperamental if they are disallowed access to the outside, which is why they are given balcony's and a mix of easy to take care of plants like basil and mint, and maybe a bird bath or feeder to watch the wildlife.

Earth Ghouls: So. Much. Plant. Everywhere, there's ivy, moss, mint, lilacs, specially sorted of magical plants that only demons can care for, they have hanging plant pots everywhere. There's not a single place in that room you CAN'T have a fresh breath.. But, they really help make herbal medication with their natural green thumb.

Aside from the plants, they have a preference for wood furniture. Wooden framed bed, for most they like bones to decorate the walls, perhaps a closet, and real ivy that creeps up slowly but surely around their room every year, only cut back when it starts to become sentient. Don't ask.

Quintessence Ghouls: Probably the most odd or perhaps normal. Quintessence quite literally just means 'perfection', and the word aether has just.. so many meanings, some greek some odd some scientific. The only thing really known about Quintessence Ghouls is that they *love* the dark. It's their favourite thing, cuddle with them in a dark room and they'll bond with you for life. So, they get utter and complete darkness with the option of a bedside lamp or a ceiling light.

Atleast some of the things known about Quintessence is that they like a cool temperature. They have a metal bedframe, a thin mattress (by choice), light blankets and black coloured everything. They can choose everything they like, but they prefer the simple, quiet and dark.

Multi Ghouls: they get to pick whatever the fuck they like. They change their mind about what they like so often there's practically no point in doing up their room, yet they have plain bedroom with whatever they like as a style, not a habitat. Then, they bounce from packmate to packmate to experience whichever environment their body so desires at the time. They're probably the easiest and hardest to keep all at the same time.

Aside from bedrooms, they don't get anything like lentil slop or stew for dinner every night, they actually get very decent meals usually made by themselves. See, demons can have quiet complicated diets. Water Ghouls are completely pescatarian, Fire Ghouls are somewhat carnivores, who don't need much of the greens at all. Earth Ghouls eat gamey wild meat like rabbit and deer, and *plenty* of their greens. Air Ghouls eat whatever they like really, as they have a flexible diet, but they seem rather keen on fruit. Lots of fruit. Multi Ghouls will inhale everything, even little miss Aurora who will demolish two rotisserie chickens in 15 minutes if given to her. Don't even talk about Swiss, he's just.. Swiss.

And Quintessence Ghouls? They don't have to eat anything if they don't want to. 'Oh, but how is that fair in hell?' you may ask..

Well, in hell they have to fight a LOT more, as their element is prone to violence, which equals an incredible amount of healing. Their Quintessence is healing, and basically drains what we could call a sort of.. reservoir of Quintessence they store in their veins. They regain this Quintessence by eating food, otherwise they don't need to eat.

But because these Quintessence Ghouls obviously don't fight in the overworld, their pack mixed and not many other Quintessence Ghouls to fight with, they just have this never drained reservoir or Quintessence, simply circulating their veins waiting for use.

But sometimes if they notice they're getting too skinny they'll put themselves on a calorie maxxing diet, and then stop eating again.

Quintessence Ghouls are rather confusing.

[fandomslurper]

I wrote this at 5am on 3 hours of sleep excuse my grammar 💔

[rainedravens]

"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[hanaamustdie]