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Hi i’d be could go by 🍒 i’d love that is it okay if i request part 2 or maybe another scenery with Eddie and Venom x Mind reader 🙏🙏🙏
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Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f recieving) lots of dirty talk, tentacles and what not, praise, degradation, slight size kink i think all the things, let me know if I missed something??
Genre: smut, kinda fluff, a lil silly cuz it's my boysss
Summary: Eddie and Venom try to surprise their mind reader girlfriend.
A/N: Hiii thank you for requesting omg! I love this AU and could probably write about them forever! Welcome 🍒anon~
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You hum to yourself as you portion out the last of the cookies you're making, arranging them carefully on the baking tray in front of you.
Oh sugar!
Come on V, I thought the plan was to surprise her
I got excited!
You giggle at the deep rumble in your head. Venom and Eddie must be on their way over.
Open your balcony door sweetness
You place your cookies in the oven and quickly wash your hands, setting the timer as you scramble over to your balcony door. Just as you pull the door open Venom comes swinging into your apartment.
"SURPRISE!"
It's not a surprise if you warn her before we get here!
"Hello my loves," you smile at them.
"Hello!" Venom flashes a huge smile as you scoops you into his arms.
"Hi Venom," you can barely contain your laughter as he hugs you against him. You kiss him on the cheek before he sets you down. He winks at you as he disappears, revealing Eddie who's mild annoyance at Venom's antics clearly disappears upon seeing you.
"Hi princess," Eddie says, irritation melting into a smile.
"Hi baby," you drape your arms over his shoulders.
"Clearly, Venom is still very amused by your mind reading capabilities," his hands settling on your waist. You've been seeing Eddie, and Venom, for a few months now and things are on the verge of getting serious you think.
Hey! I was excited to see her! Is that a crime?!
"I think it's very cute," you giggle.
"It's not a crime dude but it can't be a surprise if you start thinking at her," he explains.
"Unfortunately Venom your voice is too distinct to hide amongst others, it is how I found you two in the first place."
Well I like thinking at you. HMPH.
"Well I don't mind, but it might make it tricky if you wanna surprise me ever."
Just then, your oven timer rings loudly. You gasp, already forgetting the cookies with Eddie and Venom here.
What is that dreadful noise?!
"I was making cookies before you got here, it's just the timer that they're done," you say. You stop the timer and grab your oven mitt, pulling the cookies out and placing them on the counter.
What kind?
A rogue tentacle comes slithering across your kitchen island and you barely manage to smack it away before he reaches the cookies.
"Wait a second you bottomless pit, I just took them out, they're too hot. But they're lemon sugar cookies," you say.
"What's the occasion?" Eddie asks.
"Just had a craving for them," you say with a shrug.
We had a craving too
"For what?"
"He just means we missed you."
"Oh! Well I missed you boys too,"
How long must we wait for the cookies to be eating temperature?
"Not long, 10-15 minutes should be plenty."
THAT'S FOREVER!
"V come on," Eddie scoffs.
"Did you come here to see me or eat cookies that you had no idea I was making?"
"To see you of course," Eddie answers immediately.
I can equally want both things
"Well, I'm sure we can find a way to entertain you in the agonizing 15 minutes you're being forced to endure, as cruel as I may be," you say, each word practically drowning in sarcasm. You drape your arms over Eddie's shoulders again.
"You don't need to indulge his theatrics you know," Eddie says, putting his hands on your waist, like second nature.
"I think you'll like my indulgence," you hum pulling him into a slow kiss.
Okay, I do like this
Me too!
You giggle against his lips, wrapping your arms tighter, pressing yourself closer to him. Tentacles wrap around you, slipping underneath your shirt, dancing over your skin.
So soft
Venom practically purrs internally as he touches you, his tentacles curling around your breasts and toying with your nipples. A soft, breathy moan slightly breaks your kiss, but Eddie chases your mouth with his, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, swallowing the sound. Venom lifts you by the waist and you lock your legs around Eddie's middle as he walks you over to your couch, still kissing you fiercely. Only once he lowers you to the couch does he finally pull away, turning his attention to your throat, kissing, nipping, and marking the skin there as if he can't get enough. With your kiss bruised lips free from his kiss, more whimpers and gasps leave you with press of his mouth against your neck.
God I love those little noises
Eddie tugs your shirt over your head, since you were just enjoying your evening at home you're not wearing a bra, giving Eddie immediate access to your already hardened nipples. He kisses down until his lips close around your nipple. You gasp at the feeling, shuddering when a tentacle sneaks up to toy with the other the combination tugging deep in your abdomen.
"Oh god," you sigh.
So pretty
Eddie's mouth continue's lower pulling your shorts and panties down as he goes, and you practically melt when he finally drags his tongue slowly over your wet slit. Eddie licks you like something he can't get enough of. Every stroke of tongue feels as though he's savoring you like his last meal, a quiet desparation laced through his actions.
Fuck she tastes so fucking good
Eddie buries his face further into your heat.
"Ugh, don't stop!" you moan, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands. He growls against you and the vibrations pull a sharp cry from you as you arch into his eager mouth. You feel a tentacle join Eddie's mouth between your legs, and you moan when it enters you. With Venom now thrusting a tentacle in and out of you, Eddie focuses his attention on your clit. His tongue draws wicked circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves while Venom's tentacle dances along your inner walls pulling a beautiful melody of whines and moans from your parted lips.
"You make the most amazing noises when we play with you gumdrop,"
Venom's voice no longer echos in your head and the shift in how he sounds snaps your eyes open to see his floating head staring down at you.
"You're both so good at making me feel good," you say, your words practically falling on top of each other because of the sounds their torture continues to bring out of you. Venom flashes a smile at you before his head dips down. His tongue finds itself wrapped around one of your hardened nipples and the additional stimulation sends you over the edge immediately. You grind your hips against Venom's tentacle and Eddie's mouth as your orgasm washes over you with a high pitched whine. Eddie continues to eat you out while his hands hold your squirming body in place.
"Oh my God! Please!"
You don't even know what you're asking for, more, less, faster, slower, your head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton. You can't focus on anything except the feel of mouths and hands on you, it's all you can manage just to remember to breathe. You groan as you feel another orgasm building.
Mmm I felt that, sugar
Another one princess? Already?
She's so reactive
Perfect, isn't she?
Oh absolutely
Give us another baby, we can tell you're close, let go
Their conversation and coaxing makes you whimper as they relentlessly push you towards a second high. Eddie wraps his lips tightly around your clit, sucking the button harshly while his tongue caresses the tip of it. Your body tenses and Venom's tentacle responds in kind, pumping in and out of you faster, harder, forcing you over the edge. You twitch and mewl as they continue to toy with you through your orgasm.
"H-holy shit,"
My turn!
Venom suddenly swallows Eddie, his head replacing Eddie's between your legs, long tongue lavishing your pussy.
Dude! I wasn't done?!
Too bad! You got her first two, I want one of my own
You didn't even ask
You get so drunk on her taste you'd have tried to stop me
As if you're any better. You crave her more than I do
Exactly.
Venom's tongue moves against you in a way that can only be described as reverential. He savors every drop from your leaking hole as he explores your walls thoroughly. You're still so sensitive, you're entire body feels like it's buzzing, small sounds all you can manage as Venom all but swallows you whole. Before you even realize another orgasm is crawling up your spine.
"MY GOD!" you gasp out, body bowing forward off of the couch as you cum for the third time.
Yeeeessss! Man I love it when you soak us like this sugar, so fucking sweet
It's Venom's words reverberating in your head that make you even aware of the fact that you must've squirted this time. It's not a first, but it's not frequent enough that Venom or Eddie expect it to happen regularly. You honestly think they're making a concerted effort to increase how often they can make it happen.
Venom's tongue hasn't stopped either, and you know he won't, not until you've screamed yourself hoarse and you've cum so many times you've lost count- and despite your sensitivity you're tempted to let him. So drunk on the pleasure they're giving you that the idea of it stopping for any reason sounds torturous. Except you can feel your hole throbbing, clenching around nothing, silently begging to be filled and now the need to have Eddie buried inside you practically consumes you.
"W-wait- oh my god-"
I think you can handle more than that little one, don't you think she can take more Eddie?
Oh I know she can, she's so good for us, I'm sure she'll take everything we give her
"No I'm no-t not asking for a break, I just- fuck I need Eddie's cock inside me so bad if fucking hurts!"
Aw poor baby, not satisfied cumming so much on our tongues alone, huh, need to be properly split open, fucked stupid like the pretty little slut you are?
"God yes! Please Eddie, need you so fucking bad," you say. Venom stands suddenly and the loss of his hot mouth against you does pull a sound of discontent from you. You watch him disappear into Eddie, who makes quick work of shedding his chothing. You take the opportunity to admire him, pupils blown, chest heaving with the effort it takes to control himself, muscles so obviously tense, but the best part of it all is the sight of his dick. Rock hard, swollen tip an angry red, leaking profusely, you want a taste but you want him in you so bad even that has to wait. Eddie leans over you, one hand holds him up while the other grabs hold of your chin, pulling your eyes up to his.
"You really are so sweet with the way you beg to be fucked," he says.
"Please," you say. You pout up at him.
"I couldn't possibly say no to you when you're so desperate for me,"
His finger traces your jaw once before his hand leaves your face entirely. He takes hold of himself and lines up with your entrance. You feel him push forward slowly, rocking his hips into you until he bottoms out, groaning deep in his chest once he does.
God she's so fucking-
"You feel so fucking good baby," he says, words breathy and gruff. You bring a hand up to stroke his face.
"Fuck me Eddie, show me how good it feels being inside me," you say. Eddie closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. He shifts to grab your hips before he sets a brutal pace. Your back arches towards him as he fucks you, deep heavy thrusts that stretch you perfectly.
So fucking good so fucking good so fucking hot and wet and fuck she sounds so hot
"God you're so pretty baby," Eddie says. His voice gruff and breathless and only further turning you on.
"Don't stop baby, fuck it feels so good," you moan.
"Feels good huh? This what you wanted princess? Split open on my dick like that sweet little slut you are?"
"Oh my god, yes, yes, please, fuck I love the way you feel stuffing me."
So pretty
Venom's deep rumble is accompanied by tentacles winding around you all over. Two tentacles take to toying with your hard nipples while a third settles hard against your clit. The added stimulation makes you cry out, and other tentacles restrict your movement- giving you no escape from the overwhelming pleasure.
You're close peach, I can smell it on you, let go for us
With his tentacles caressing your body you have no choice but to follow their coaxing, another orgasm hitting you with a shuddering moan.
"That's our girl," Eddie hums.
"Wanna feel you fill me up Eddie, cum for me baby, need you to," you drag your nails viscously down his back as you push him towards his own orgasm. He clutches you tightly as his hips stutter against yours. He stills and you feel the heat of his release as it coats your inner walls. Eddie slowly kneels and you slide down with him, not wanting to separate from him just yet, you're propped up between his body and the couch. You gently stroke his hair, his face buried in your neck as he catches his breath.
"See? Plenty to do while waiting on the cookies to cool," you joke. Eddie chuckles against you.
"Can I have one now?" Venom pops out to look at you.
"Yes Venom, you can have one now," you giggle. Venom grabs a cookie from the counter and drops it into his mouth dramatically.
"Yummy!" Venom smiles, "Eddie you try it!" Venom grabs another cookie and lifts Eddie's head just enough to feed him a cookie.
"Good right?"
"Yeah buddy, they're great," Eddie hums.
"One for you too y/n," Venom hands you a cookie.
"Thank you Venom. I'm glad you like them," you chuckle. You take a bite of your cookie and nod in approval. They turned out perfect. Even after cooling for much longer than necessary.
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
Female reader turns male and notices that they are very well endowed and much bigger than Kurt and winders what it would be like to fuck him. Kurt obliges out of morbid curiosity. Reader proceeds to get in this man's guts and turn Kurt into a slut ( anal gapeing if you'd be so kind) 😅
Genre: smut but also a lil comedy bc this tickled me the whole time icl
Summary: You read the ask, a spell causes her to become a him and curiosity gets the better of them both.
A/N: Hi thank you for your patience while I lost my mind a little bit I know this is looong overdue but no worries my mind has returned! Hope you like it!
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You scrawl down the final ingredient of the potion you're working on into your spell journal. You've been experimenting with some new ingredients you've recently gotten your hands on and testing what you can make happen with them. This potion is a reddish-orange color with a surprising glow. You take a picture of it to place in your spell journal next to its description.
"Bottoms up," you say before knocking the potion back and downing its contents. Normally you'd never recommend someone drink random potions with no idea what they do, but you know none of the ingredients you used could be combined in a way that's dangerous, at worst you'll be maybe a bit sick for a few hours.
"Liebling, are you still experimenting in here?" Kurt gently knocks on the door of your workshop.
"I think I'm about done now yeah," you say. The door opens slowly and Kurt walks in, holding out a hand for you to take. You allow him to lead you out of your workshop as you catch him up on your afternoon.
"Anything fun to share?"
"Honestly most of the potions do pretty insignificant but kind of fun things. One of them makes flowers grow from your fingertips which- I'm not quite sure what the practical application of that would be but it'd make a fun prank or party trick maybe,"
"Flowers from your fingertips? Do you think we could get Logan to drink that?" Kurt chuckles.
"Sure we just have to sneak it into a beer," you joke. "Oh I just drank a potion, by the way, not sure what's gonna happen yet but just in case you notice anything weird before I do, that's probably why."
"Oh, thanks for the heads-up," Kurt says. He checks his watch, "are you ready for lunch, my dear?"
"Is it lunchtime already?"
"It's 3pm, that's why I came to get you, you've been in there all morning I figured you'd forget to eat something that's not magic," he says.
"Oh shit, have you already eaten?"
"Not yet, but I made chicken paninis, unless you want something else."
"Chicken paninis sound great my love, thank you for making lunch," you say.
The two of you eat lunch and chat for a while before deciding to take a nap together. When you wake up a glance at the clock on your side table tells you it's been a couple of hours.
"Good mor- whoa," Kurt startles a bit, leaning back, brows furrowing.
"What kind of wake up call is that?" you scoff.
"Sorry my love, it's just- it would appear one of your potions has had a delayed effect? Maybe? I have to assume that's what this is,"
"Wait what?" you scramble out of the bed over to the mirror. You jolt back when you see your reflection. You don't recognize yourself at all, your hands are bigger, hairier, your arms are longer, bulkier, you're taller, your chest is- flat, your titties are gone, your hair is shorter- you look like a man. No- you glance further down, you are a man. "What the fuck did I do?"
"I take it we did not intend for this to occur?" Kurt smiles at you from his spot in the bed.
"Not even a little bit. Guess that's my fault for just fucking around with random shit all willy nilly," you shake your head.
"So what happens now?"
"We hope the effects are temporary and wait for them to wear off," you shrug getting back into bed with him.
"On the off chance they aren't temporary at least you still look hot this way," he winks.
"You're attracted to me like this?"
"I'm always attracted to you."
"Really?"
"Would you be attracted to me as a woman?"
"Oh definitely you'd make a smoking hot lady," you say leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
"Well there ya go,"
"I should get my spellbook!"
"Now?"
"Well I need to document all the changes. I wonder if it's just phenotypical, my voice seems to have changed slightly, I wonder if I drew blood or something and tested it later would it revert when the spell wears off? Would it remain altered- would it be altered at all? I wonder how functional this magic penis is-"
"Time out!" Kurt places a hand on your leg, interrupting your neverending questions.
"Hm?"
"First of all my sweet slow down, no need to answer all of those questions at once but I do need you to explain what the hell magic penis is supposed to mean here?"
"Oh the spell gave me a penis. I am full man it seems but I'm curious how far it goes,"
"So, what? You wanna go use the bathroom with it or something? What do you mean how functional?"
"I mean I suppose that's... one aspect of its functionality."
"But not the aspect you were thinking of?" Kurt asks.
"Well- not immediately," you mutter.
"So what were you thinking of?"
"I mean if you woke up one day with a vagina would your first thought be to pee with it? No you'd probably want to get fucked or at least masturbate," you shrug.
"Are you saying you want to fuck me?"
"It did cross my mind but if that's too weird for you there's plenty of other research things I could do until the spell wears off. I've only got like a billion other questions,"
Kurt is quiet for a beat. You're a bit surprised he seems to be considering it.
"Yeah sure why not," he shrugs.
"What?"
"I mean if this is something you want to test and I'm able to help I want to do that, you know I love helping you,"
"Well- yes, I, I do know that it's just that this is a bigger ask than I would normally ever make so I'm I guess surprised that you're still so willing on this one. I expected it to be a longer discussion,"
"We can have a longer discussion if that would be better,"
"We probably should, we've never, talked about anything like this."
"I don't think there was a reason for a talk like this before now," he chuckles.
"Sure maybe not, but I think we should cover our bases before doing anything,"
"Absolutely my sweet,"
"Is this something you've done before at all?"
"Would it affect how you feel about me if I had?"
"I mean this conversation is a precurser to doing it now that would be egregiously hypocritical for me to ask you for it and then be weird about it not being new to you. I'm only asking to know how to approach it,"
"I've had sex with men before, yes, but it was quite a while ago as I'm sure you could assume,"
"Then you've got some idea what you'd like, that'll be helpful- since I've suddenly gotten a very different load out that I am not exactly familiar with,"
"You aren't that unfamiliar either though if we're honest. But yes I do have an idea of what I'd like, but I am much more interested in what you might like," before you realize it Kurt has lept onto you, pinning you to the bed with his hands around your wrists, grabbing your face and kissing you. You kiss him back, instinctively, fiercely, hungrily.
He reaches into your shorts and wraps a rough hand around your dick. You gasp and he shoves his tongue further into your mouth. His hand starts stroking you, slowly at first and you have to pull away from the kiss to moan. The feeling is unlike anything you've experienced before.
"Scheiße, you're huge liebling."
"Huge?"
"Bigger than anyone I've taken before,"
"Is that- a problem?"
"Not if we've got lube,"
"We should still have plent- holy sshhit-" Kurt's hand sped up in the middle of your sentence and you can feel your focus on the conversation fade and fast.
"Feel good?" Kurt asks.
"Y-yeah."
"Tell me about it,"
"It's- it feels- ugh! I c-can't think dude,"
"Dude?" he chuckles.
"Shut up!" you groan. He laughs even harder. "So g-glad you're amuuuused."
"Admittedly this might be the quickest I've ever seen you get like this, excuse me if I'm ejoying it,"
"I'm a-already plotting mmmy revenge,"
"In that case I should make the most of this while I can," he hums and his hand speeds up again. Moments later your abdomen tenses and your orgasm hits you fiercely. You pant, struggling to catch your breath in the aftermath.
"Okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm okay, shit this thing is- sensitive," your brows furrow slightly.
"Give it a couple of minutes and you should be okay," Kurt leans forward and kisses you, you wrap your arms around him as you kiss him back. Kissing him seems to be enough to get you hard again a couple minutes later. Revenge time, as promised. Kurt practically melts when you kiss him and you use that to your advantage, flipping him over while his guard is down.
"I think I'm okay now," you say, planting another kiss on his lips. You lean over him to grab the lube from the top drawer of one of the bedside tables.
"Make sure to prep me properly, you're- fucking huge," he says.
"Of course baby. Flip over," you peck his lips again and pop the bottle open, squeezing a generous amount onto your fingers. Once he's adjusted himself you gently press one finger into him. He grunts and shoves his face into a pillow as you slowly pump a finger in and out of his asshole. He mutters something that's too muffled by the pillow for you to catch. When you feel his ass start to relax, you add a second finger, and eventually a third, stretching him slowly while he grunts and whines into his pillow. When you feel like he's been properly prepared you cover your dick with lube and shift behind him.
"Alright my love, deep breath," you say, that's his only warning before you thrust forward into him. He moans deep in his chest as you sink in and your breathting stutters viciously from the feeling of his hole sucking you in.
"Holy- mother of God," Kurt hisses at the same time you let out a breathy "fucking christ."
You tentatively rock your hips forward and Kurt shutters at the slight movement. You're not fairing much better, everything is tight and hot and wet and it feels fucking amazing. You take a few steadying breaths, set your hands on Kurt, one on his back and the other on his waist, and start fucking him. You start slowly but you can only keep it together for so long before you need more. Your hips speed up, it's not long until you're pounding into him, fueled by his cacophany of whines and moans and swears and you're grunting, hissing, also swearing. You don't even recognize the sounds from your lips but you can feel them rumble in your chest and the feel of him is maddening. You fuck him hard and fast and rough and he writhes beneath you as much as he can with your hand on his back pinning him down.
"Fuck you feel good Kurt," you groan.
"Please don't stop," he garbles out, breathless, whiny, music to your ears. You tangle a hand in his hair and tug hard enough to pull his face off of the pillow he yet again buried it in.
"You sound so sweet my love, I wanna hear you."
"God you're so big."
"And you're taking me so well baby," you grunt into his ear.
"C-can I- I need- fuck, please- I," he's a mess of incoherent babble.
"Trouble thinking?" you can't hide the smirk tugging at your lips, not that he can see it.
"God, yes!"
It's not long after that Kurt begins to quiver beneath you, breathy moans growing louder, a sign you know means his orgasm is imminent.
"You're close aren't you?" you ask.
"So- so fucking close," he pants out.
"Good. I want you to cum, cum from my huge dick splitting you open, go on baby, show me how much you love being fucked right now," you coax him over the edge with your words. His orgasm is loud, his body shakes violently and he colapses into the mattress as he spills onto himself and the sheets. You fuck him through it, chasing your own release as Kurt whimpers under you. You feel your thrusts growing frantic as your orgasm builds and soon you're filling Kurt's ass with your cum. You stay inside Kurt until the last spasms dissipate, only then do you slowly pull out. Kurt makes a sweet sound as you do so and the sight of his stretched asshole slowly leaking your cum couldn't be better.
"Goddamn that's too fucking hot," you say staring openly at the way his hole pulses ever so slightly. "I think I need a picture of this."
You grab your phone and take a couple photos of Kurt, ass up, hole wide and dripping cum while his own cum still coats his dick. He looks messy in the best way and it's a memory you'll certainly hold onto.
"Are you okay my love?" you ask, leaning forward and brushing the hair from his eyes gently.
"That was... a lot," he says and you can't help but laugh.
"I'll get some water," you say kissing his cheek, "and a washcloth."
You return as quick as you can with a warm damp cloth and a glass of water. You carefully wipe Kurt clean before handing him the water and insisting he drink it.
"Can't believe you've been a man for like 3 hours and can fuck with that thing like you've done it your whole life," Kurt shakes his head.
"What can I say? I've always been an overachiever," you joke climbing into bed next to him.
"So, is this a spell you'll be using again?"
"Sounds like you might want me to," you say with a smile.
"No one in their right mind would say no to getting fucked like that liebling," he says and you shake your head at him, though the smile doesn't leave your face.
"Well, I gotta figure out how long these effects last before I say one way or another but I'll keep your feedback in mind."
"Don't get me wrong, I love your- you body more, but this was... more fun than I anticipated."
I'm mainly posting this because a number of people have sent me requests and I want them to know that I am indeed working on them! Thank you for your patience love yall stay weird!
“FNAF 2” was leagues better than the 1st and I will (apparently) die on this hill. It had better scares, great performances, tons of emotionally compelling villains… It was brave. It was fantastic.
And it got rated worse on Rotten Tomatoes than the god-awful MINECRAFT movie.
Audrey Lynn-Marie, the girl who played Charlotte Emily for 20 mins, gave a better performance than Jeff Goldblum over 2 films, I’m so serious. Do not piss me off, critics. “Wicked” ended on a halfhearted note about how white liberalism will save the day, meanwhile “FNAF” was a campy, unafraid, thoughtful meditation on victim blaming, family, capitalism and child abuse.
Imagine a situation where Kurt and an afab reader basically switch their bottom halves and Kurt has to experience what it's like to have a breeding kink but be the one who gets bred instead.
Genre: smut but also comedy bc the premise is inherently a lil silly
Summary: You read the ask, they wake up with each other's parts lol.
***
You feel an odd tug between your legs, pulling you out of your sleep. It takes a moment for your eyes to slowly drag themselves apart but once they do, you frown. Something feels off, you can't pinpoint it immediately but you shift uncomfortably. You hear shuffling next to you in bed and turn your head towards your boyfriend, who has a deep frown on his face.
"Good morning my darling. You look rather pensive for someone who just woke up,"
"Good morning liebling,"
"What's with the look?" you smile at him.
"I- I am unsure of how to say this without sounding like I've gone mad, but I seem to be missing an appendage," he says. Your eyes widen at his revelation; he had all of his appendages when you went to bed.
"Missing an appendage?! An arm, leg, or your tail?"
"Uhhh none of the above, it's... more intimate," he mutters. Your brow furrows as you process his words.
"More intimate than... wait are you talking about your dick?" you ask. Kurt clutches the comforter against his abdomen.
"I'm not sure how that could possibly happen," he says.
"You're incredibly calm given this revelation of yours,"
"It's far too early to be freaking out, I've only been awake 5 minutes, should I be freaking?"
"Well- if I woke up missing a part of my body I'd be a little freaked out I think," you say. You shift slightly to face him and you feel something move in your shorts. Your eyes widen.
"What?" Kurt frowns at you. You grab the waistband of your pajama shorts and quickly look down into them. You think if they could, your eyes would definitely have fallen out at what you see as you release the band and it snaps back onto your hips. "My love?" Kurt's eyes scan your face for any information.
"It would appear that I have... gained an appendage," you say.
"Wait what?"
"There is a dick where my vagina used to be." You're in disbelief. This feels like an absurdist's idea of a joke. How the fuck does something like this even HAPPEN?!
"You have a..." Kurt trails, his hand shuffling beneath the comforter. You expect him to touch you, you brace for it, but it never comes. "Oh- okay I'm not just missing an appendage. I now have a vagina." He declares.
"This is... nothing short of insane," you let out one dry 'ha' of a laugh.
"So you have a," Kurt's mouth spreads slowly to a smile.
"Why are you so amused?" you roll your eyes.
"How does it feel? I gotta say not having one feels super freaky but also kinda freeing, I don't have to adjust anything,"
You can't help but chuckle at him. He seems almost excited to be in this situation and you can't even be mad about it. "Super freaky is a pretty good way to describe it. There's an extra weight down there that I'm like super aware of, like having titties but like between my legs I guess. Is that what an erection feels like? Ugh how do you do anything like this?"
"How do I do anything? I feel like I've lost control of my bladder it's so- slick. It's way different to feel it coming from me than to have it covering my fingers,"
"Oh my goodness."
"What? It's true. I'm just- while we're here might as well get a unique understanding of the differences ya know?"
"I'm amused by your ability to treat this like a science experiment," you say.
"Well I don't think we stand to gain anything from just- freaking out. Especially when we can learn stuff from the circumstances and have no way of knowing how we got here," he says with a shrug.
"Alright my darling, what would you like to learn from the circumstances?" you muse. He must have something specific in mind with this being his disposition.
"I mean I don't have a plan of any kind here- just asking questions as they come to mind," he says. "I wonder how different it would feel to have sex like this."
"Kurt!"
"Don't sound so scandalized we are not exactly saints,"
"No, we're not but is that really the thing on your mind right now?" you laugh.
"To be honest with you, my heart, sex with you is on my mind more often than not," he says. He tugs you closer to him and teasingly nips at your throat.
"Must be very distracting," you hum, a smile tugging at your lips.
"Like you wouldn't believe. I'm insatible liebling,"
"However do you survive our time apart?"
"By counting the seconds until I can hold you again,"
"Is that as agonizing as it sounds?"
"More so actually, but I'd never get through the day without it."
"You are... very dramatic my love- oh my god erections feel so weird!" you say. Kurt chuckles.
"I'm not doing much better over here honestly, something's- pulsing, it feels like a heartbeat, and it keeps clenching like involuntarily,"
"Yeah I think you doing all that kissing and nuzzling is putting yourself in a mood lovey,"
"We just established I'm always in a mood with you," he says and you can't help but chuckle.
"Alright that's- a good point, I guess I'm just surprised you're so turned on in such an odd situation,"
"Are you not?"
"I mean- it's not that I'm not it's just- well it wasn't on my mind until you started seducing me with your seductory tricks," you gently elbow Kurt, not enough to hurt him or even actually imply he should move even a centimeter away from you. He laughs, tilting his head to not deafen you in the process.
"Seductory tricks? I've simply memorized every inch of the very thing that keeps my heart beating and gives my lungs reason to desire taking another breath,"
"You speak like so beautifully like a long lost poet, I wonder how long it would take for all those fancy words to leave your brain if I started touching you,"
Kurt blinks at you, to be honest you're not sure why you said those words just now, your mouth did not run that one by the control center for sure. "I like when you talk like that."
"I know you do," you say.
"So, will you... touch me?" Kurt asks. You laugh because he asked with such confusion in his face for some reason, as if the question was so awkward he could barely articulate it but you place a hand on his leg as you do.
"Sure, but you'll have to shift onto your back for me my love," you say. Kurt moves to his back and you slip your hand into his shorts. He tenses a moment when your fingers slide between his very slick folds. And then he shudders. As you press a singular digit into him, his face grows pensive, he's clearly trying to process the feeling. You curl your finger just so, gently brushing that spot of his inner walls.
"Oh my," he gasps. "It feels- kind of like when we do anal things, but not exactly?"
"Yeah I suppose that's accurate, the male prostate from what I've learned seems pretty much the equivalent,"
"That's- wow,"
"I'm going to add a second finger, let me know if it's uncomfortable lovey," you say. He nods as you carefully push a second finger into him pumping them in and out at a steady pace. Kurt moans, back arching towards your hand and you shift, sitting up and turning to face him with your legs crossed. You place your free hand on his bare abdomen, holding him down against the bed.
"Holy-" Kurt grasps at the sheets beneathe him, his tail wraps around your arm, you circle his clit with your thumb, he whimpers, it's so cute.
"I love you Kurt," you say.
"I- really? That's what you're thinking right now?" he says, his words are breathy, and his squirming certainly isn't helping.
"Yes, is that weird?" you smile at him.
"No just- it caught me by surprise."
"Sorry it's just- I'm enjoying looking at you like this," you say. You feel Kurt tighten around your fingers, his pants grow shallower, quicker, his body starts tensing and you know he must be close. Moments later, he groans and shudders as an orgasm goes through him. He swears in German, tail squeezing your arm tightly, hands just about to rip the sheets.
"Okay that was... interesting," he says, taking deep breaths as he recovers. You chuckle.
"Do you want some water?"
"No, but I'd love a kiss,"
You lean down and give Kurt a gentle kiss. His hand comes up around the back of your neck, pulling you in closer, kissing you harder and his free hand finds itself between your legs. You moan into the kiss as he rubs his palm against your dick. When you finally pull away to breathe both of you are panting. Kurt sits up and tugs the t-shirt you slept in over your head, kissing and nipping at your throat. He shoves you down onto your back and pulls off his shorts, then your own. You grunt when he grabs a hold of your dick and you basically forget to breathe as he starts to take it inside of him. He slowly grinds down, slowering himself until he's fully sitting in your lap and it takes a few seconds for your brain to remember again.
"Oh my god," you say, shuttering, breath shaky. He's so warm, warm enough you feel like you could burn, but in the best possible way.
"Woah," Kurt says shifting on top of you, getting used to the feeling you assume.
"You- you don't have to do anything right away. You can just stay there, ya know, if you're still adjusting," you say slowly. Kurt's slow shuffling is maddening, and it must be to him as well because it doesn't take long for slight grinding to become full on bouncing on your dick, your hands bracing his, hips rocking up to meet his. "Holy shit Kurt, you- I forgot how good you are at this."
"This feels- way fucking different than that,"
"You're telling me! Every nerve in my body feels alight."
"So fucking- damn this feels so good," he groans. Kurt rides you hard and fast desperately chasing every ounce of pleasure. You wanna keep watching him, loving his blissed out face, but your own pleasure makes it so hard to focus.
"Looks good too," you say, winking at him. He laughs which quickly devolves into a moan as he continues to move above you. You slip one hand between your bodies and begin circling Kurt's clit. He gasps and jolts at the sudden extra stimulation.
"Oh- oh holy hell I'm going to cum,"
"Yes, please, I'm close too,"
"You'll cum in me, won't you my love,"
"Yeah, yeah I will baby, man I want to,"
"Go on, fill me up, let go for me." It doesn't take much longer for your orgasm to hit you and you whine loudly as you cover his walls.
"My GOD that feels incredible!"
"Yeah, it's good, your turn Kurt,"
Kurt soon tenses up on top of you, walls gripping tightly as he groans through his orgasm. He melts slightly, seeming to barely able to hold his body upright properly.
"You okay?"
"Talk about putting yourself in the position of someone else," Kurt hums sliding onto his side and shifting you along with him. You laugh and shake your head at him.
"You are absolutely ridiculous,"
"I'm just saying who else can say they know exactly what sex feels like for their person," he shrugs.
"I'm guessing not many, but I doubt it's a documented situation."
"How long do you think we'll be like this?"
"Why? Got some other things you wanna try?" you chuckle.
"I know you're joking but yes actually I do," he says.
"Well I guess we won't be going anywhere today then," you say. "What's first on your list?"
You shouldn't be surprised. Kurt has certainly become far more experimentive over time as you've been together, and who are you to stop him from taking advantage of the safe space your relationship creates. Luckily you know eventually he'll remember you both need to hydrate and take some snack breaks.
some royal jewels were stolen from the louvre which is unfortunate for historical reasons but you gotta appreciate a classic crime. so many crimes are online these days it’s nice to see heist culture is still alive
Was looking through my notifications and saw that someone with the username “iletmytittiestitty” liked one of my stories and I just wanna say that’s gotta be one of my favorite Russ lyrics of all time and I am laughing OUT LOUD
Hey sorry to bother you but may I request a marriage HC for Vander x Morticia reader like The reader is like Morticia Addams and she loves creepy things and loves writing poetry and she loves her family so much and Vander and the kids gets to see the reader's family and they're like The Addams family again sorry to bother you what do you think though how about the idea.
A/N: Never a bother! I love filling requests! I basically just gave Morticia a sister lolz
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~You met when he came into your oddities store looking for a gift for Powder, it took a while to get something he liked for her but you were persuasive, and if he's honest you could probably convince him of anything batting your pretty lashes and flashing sweet smiles the way you did that day.
~You ran an oddities shop; taxidermy, dangerous plants, potions and things, items you'd really not find anywhere else, it attracted a very specific clientele- some of whom would spook the average person.
~A little while later he brought Powder to the shop at her behest to see this magical store her gift came from. One look at you when she came in and she got to work on the matchmaking. She liked you and was willing to make it happen.
~The courting period was a little awkward, he wasn't quite thinking about dating at the time with the girls and you were perfectly content with your store and your family- a love life had never really been something you bothered with. After all, your sister Morticia and her family were always so loving you had no reason to feel as if something was missing.
~But even if he wasn't thinking about dating Vander quickly found himself enchanted by you. You were funny, and charming, and one of the most fascinatingly intelligent people he'd ever met. He never got tired of hearing you speak. He admired your ability to fall in love with and appreciate even the most morbid things, speaking of them in ways that taught him to appreciate their beauty.
~And you found him equally enamoring. He was oftentimes nervous around you, especially early on in your courting process but you always found it oh so very endearing. He was naturally funny and was wonderful at keeping up with you. You love that he was kind and intuitive and approached everything and everyone with honest curiosity, not judgment. You enjoyed his company, and he enjoyed yours.
~It helped that Powder took to you immediately, and Violet was shockingly close behind her younger sister in warming up to you. Vander almost couldn't believe the girls were so comfortable with you so quickly. Well he kind of could, the more time he spent with you the more amazing he felt you were, but Powder and Violet were usually far more weary of strangers.
~And you were so good with them as well. Even when it interrupted dates or kept Vander too busy for, in his mind, far too many days in a row, you were patient and kind to the girls and to him.
~They made it easy, the girls were so sweet and fun and despite their vibrant and colorful aesthetics they were delightfully compatible with you as far as personality goes. Powder loved to paint with neon colors and Vi was boisterous in her own right with pink hair and a short fuse. A stark contrast from your family's usual subdued expressiveness but delightful nonetheless.
~Speaking of your family, it took a while for you to introduce him to your family. Morticia huffed and puffed for ages until you caved. You didn't date often and she was almost too excited when she found out you were seeing someone but you kept waving her off. It wasn't that you wanted to hide Vander from your family or anything really, but you wanted to be sure about him first, at least a little bit. No need to introduce a short term fling and risk making it more awkward when things fizzle out, if they were going to.
~It was almost two years before you invited him to a family dinner at Morticia's behest. He gets on with Gomez immediately which comes as no surprise, Gomez has a certain charm that tends to endear most everyone he meets to him. His love for life really worked in his favor.
~Morticia was harder on him at first, grilling him in her usual gentle demeanor that often bordered on unsettling, she meant well of course, and you had tried to warn Vander it would come, you knew your sister, you knew she'd have a checklist for him to pass, but Vander was nothing if not a good sport, always and you trusted him to come out the other end of her interrogation. Vander only told you much later how much she'd unnerved him that first night they met. But once she approved of him, she embraced him like one of the family... though you did have to remind her not to get ahead of herself with plans of a future.
~The kids were another challenge for Vander, Pugsley and Wednesday had their own plans for unsettling your partner, talking at the same time, making jokes that are admittedly on brand for your family but definitely not something Vander was used to in such quantities at the time. It took some time but he eventually found common ground first with Pugsley and then with Wednesday a little while after.
~Only once he managed to get your niece and nephew to like him did you discuss bringing his own daughters to one of these family dinners. The girls fit right in with your family though, even Vander was caught off guard. Powder and Pugsley were quick to trade stories of science experiments 'gone wrong' that were absolutely stressing Vander out. Wednesday and Vi were quieter at first. A sort of unspoken agreement seemed to be at play between them the first few dinners, 'don't bother me and I won't bother you'. And you and Vander let that go on, until eventually the two realized they had some things in common, leading to hushed conversations during every dinner after.
~Vander was relieved for the girls to have some friends and you were thrilled the families blended so well, it was the thing that made you actually consider a future with Vander for the first time.
~Not that you hadn't ever thought about it before, but until then it was more of like a theoretical thing. He would do something thoughtful like replace something that he noticed you were missing, or fix something in the shop that you'd casually muttered about getting to eventually, and a passive thought would roll through your mind about how you could get very used to being taken care of that way. Or when you'd started spending the night on occasion, you'd realized you'd enjoy waking up next to him forever. But it wasn't until Pugsley and Wednesday clicked with Powder and Violet that you really entertained the idea of spending the rest of your life with him and really liking it.
~The proposal came a little after your 3 year anniversary, Morticia helped him plan the whole thing somehow keeping you completely in the dark which was not her forte. It was well-thought-out and personal, and got both of your families involved, and it was something you loved to look back on even years down the line. It warmed your heart beyond words the way it really showed how in support everyone was of the two of you.
~Being called mom by Powder and Violet was a bit of an adjustment, and Vander was just as shocked when Wednesday and Pugsley started calling him 'uncle Vander', though he embraced the extension of family wholeheartedly.
And all because he needed a gift for an odd little girl and someone told him he'd find something in your shop. Turned out to be way more than a gift.
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A/N: Guys I accidentally misread this ask and started working on a like- proper fic for this before about 2/3rds of the way through I realized it was a HC ask- would you guys even WANT the fic version?
Hi could I request a Nightcrawler(Kurt Wagner) x reader where Kurt goes into kinda like a heat? Where he’s just really needy and whiney for the reader?
~Deeper Than Need~
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: needy Kurt, he talm bout inneeeeet(oral f receiving), multiple o's/overstim, marking, praise, I think that's everything
Genre: fluff but mostly smut
Summary: Kurt needs you in ways words cannot describe.
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A/N: Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy xp
You hum along to the music playing through your speakers as you plate your dinner from the stove. The sound of your phone ringing cuts your music off and with your plate in hand you jog into the living room to pick up.
"Hello!"
"Hey liebling." Kurt says softly.
"Hi baby. How're you?" You ask.
"Good. I'm good. Glad to hear your voice. You home from work?"
"Yes, I was just making dinner."
"Tell me about your day liebling."
"Work was fine! It was work, except Johnathan is still being a fucking weirdo to Melissa and I'm about to take care of it myself because this will be the 4th new employee to quit because of Johnathan and I actually like Melissa, I don't want her to leave because the company won't stop him from his creep bullshit. But it's Friday and that's a Monday probem so I'm gonna stop thinking about it for now. Oh after work I went grocery shopping and I found those sweets you like? Since they're so hard to find I bought a couple bags. You can keep one here and take the other back to the mansion when next I see you. I don't-" You stop mid sentence when Kurt lets out an odd sound. You barely notice it since you were speaking but it was definitely something.
"Kurt are you okay?" You frown.
"I'm fine." He says a bit gruffly. You listen carefully, his breathing is oddly erratic, heavy, kind of loud even.
"Why do you sound like that?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno it sounds like you're kinda breathing weird. Are you sure everything's alright?"
Just then, Kurt lets out a sound you're very familiar with. An undeniable grunt. Your eyes widen, you're pretty sure now you know what's going on here.
"Kurt Wagner are you jerking off right now?" You ask incredulously.
"Shut up." He says breathily. Guess he's not hiding it anymore. You're a bit shocked but also amused enough that you chuckle.
"You asked me to tell you about my day! If you were that horny you could've said something."
"It's your voice. I just- keep talking. Anything you want."
"I'm happy to keep talking baby but I think you'd enjoy my voice more if you came over."
"I don't want you to think that's why I called liebling, I really did call just to talk to you but-"
"I don't think that I know you too well."
"I'm sorry I just can't-"
"Kurt, come see me, I'm asking you to, are you really going to tell me no?" You ask in your bedroom voice. There's a stretch of silence on the other end. "Kurt?"
Not a moment later, your boyfriend is standing in front of you.
"You do not play fair my heart." He says pulling you up from the couch and crashing his lips against yours. You drape your arms over his shoulders. You weren't expecting the immediate intensity but you welcome the feel of his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands on your hips hold you as if his life depends on it. And then his lips are moving, trailing kisses down to your neck, littering your throat with love bites as you struggle to catch your breath from his bruising hello.
"Well hello to you too." You pant out, fingers threading into his hair.
"I'm sorry my sweet, I'm just- I feel like I'm going out of my mind. I have- my love, I am craving you with every atom of my being. I do not know how controlled I can be." He says, hands roaming over your body.
"You don't need to be controlled. I trust you."
Kurt teleports you both to your bedroom directly onto your mattress. Before you've adjusted to the change in orientation, he's kissing you, forcefully, frantically, trying to devour you.
"God I've missed you." He breathes, trailing his kisses to your throat, covering your skin with hickeys and enjoying the way you gasp and squirm under him. You feel his hands slide up into your shirt, fingers finding your nipples and tweaking the sensitive peaks, pulling more sweet noises from your lips. He briefly stops, only long enough to tug your shirt over your head. Then he's on you again, trailing kisses lower, replacing one set of fingers with his mouth, tongue gliding across your breast, licking and sucking one nipple while his fingers continue to toy with the other. You arch into his mouth, tangle and hand in his hair, slip your hand under his shirt, clawing at the skin just above his waist. And Kurt relishes in it, absorbing every reaction he gets from you, kissing down your stomach, pulling your shorts down and you swear you hear him muttering a prayer.
"Scheiße." Kurt whispers, a German swear that he uses rather frequently, "You always smell so fucking devine."
With that, he buries his face between your legs, tongue immediately collecting your wetness to swallow down. He groans at his first taste of you and like a starving animal presented with a feast he eats you as if he can't get enough. Kurt wraps his arm around your legs, holding you open and still as his tongue thrusts into you. You grind against his eager mouth as best you can with his secure grip on you. Kurt laves your clit with attention, pressing harshly against the bundle of nerves with vigorous circles and sharp flicks. Each moan he elicits from you spurs him on and it's not long before you're tumbling over the edge, your fingers tightening in his hair. He doesn't stop there, Kurt continues lapping at your cunt with relentless ardor. You lose count of your orgasms from his tongue, by the time he stops, gives you reprieve, your skin is slick with sweat and you're panting heavily.
"The way you taste is so addicting." Kurt sighs.
"Man I thought you might actually swallow me whole there." You chuckle breathlessly.
"I still might." He kisses your neck, slowly, sensually, every part of you feels so sensitive that you shudder from the feel of his lips softly against your throat.
"What a lovely way to go." You quip albeit a little shakily.
"God you are so perfect." He says, punctuating the sentiment by thrusting into you. It catches you by surprise, the feeling of him stretching you, and the moan that falls from your lips is music to Kurt's ears. Kurt groans deeply and swears under his breath as he bottoms out. He rolls his hips, slowly at first, as if he's got all he time in the world with you. It's agonizing. The slow drag of his cock against your inner walls feels so good but his pace- it's not enough.
"God, Kurt! You're even more controlled than usual considering how concerned you were when you got here." You huff out.
"I'm trying not to-"
"Well quit it. You're teasing me." You pout. Kurt's face shifts to something hotter, more intense, something almost dangerous that makes you shiver in the best way. He adjusts slightly, grabs your waist, and rocks into you again. You moan, loud, high, your eyes roll shut making you miss the way Kurt smirks down at you. His pace has changed. He's fucking into you harder, faster, claws digging into your hips. You wrap one hand around his arm, your nails burying into the skin as his hits slam against yours. It's nearly impossible to control the sounds coming from your mouth and each one only makes Kurt go harder, fucking you impossibly deep. He's far from silent though, he swears in German, mutters praises of how he loves you, how good you feel wrapped around him, how beautiful and enchanting you are and between his words are his own sounds of pleasure; sweet groans, pretty whines and deep growls mixing with your own moans. You don't even realize your orgasm building until it crashes into you. Hard, fast, hot, so all consuming that you can barely breathe. Kurt doesn't stop, doesn't slow, doesn't give you a moment of respite, he sounds delirious continuing you to rail you, mumbling how good you are, how he wants you to cum again, how he loves the way you squeeze him. If the feel of him between your legs wasn't overwhelming the way his words practically caress you makes you feel like you're being engulfed in flames. You can feel Kurt slipping, getting lost in his own pleasure, diving into a hedonistic trance taking everything you have to give and still not being satisfied, still taking more. It goes on for hours, he fucks you until you're hoarse from crying out his name, until you've lost track of your orgasms and his but you know the sheets definitely need changing now, until you've marked each other with teeth and nail.
"I love you." He pants out. You barely register the words in your pleasure induced haze and your response comes out as more of a moan than a sentence.
Hey sorry to bother you but me thanks you might be interested in biker leader Vander x wife reader who's a librarian AU this could be whatever you want it to be I understand if you don't want to do this but if you do thank you very much I enjoy your writing also I didn't know if your request were open or not so I had to take my chance.
~Love In Unlikely Places~
Pairing: Vander x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None except dead parents
Genre: fluff, just fluff
Summary: A little girl once walked into the library once and now you're married, how funny this thing called life can go.
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A/N: Thank you for the request and your support of my work! My requests are always open and it's never a bother!! This was a super sweet ask and I had fun working on it! Enjoy :))
You adjust the glasses on your face as your fingers fly across the keyboard of the story you're working on. Writing is a hobby more than anything, with your daydreaming tendencies it's a good outlet for some of it. Even if you're the only one who ever reads them. You're so focused you don't even realize your husband has walked into the house until you start to hear music. It's quiet at first but once you pick up on it, it pulls your attention fully away from your computer. You glance up to find Vander only for him to already be reaching for your hand to pull you off of the couch. He gently moves your laptop from your lap and helps you stand.
"Hello my dear."
"I didn't hear you come in."
"I thought you might not." He smiles before pulling you against him.
"Welcome home my darling." You hum. Vander gently sways the two of you to the music.
"It's almost midnight you know."
"I hadn't noticed. Once the littlest ones are put to bed I stop watching the clock."
"You know what tomorrow is, don't you?" He asks, and while you can't see him with your head to his chest, you can hear the smile in his voice. Even if you didn't know what tomorrow was, the song would be a very huge indicator, it's your first dance song from your wedding.
"Thursday?" You joke.
"Ha ha. Danny's offered to watch the kids for the day."
"Oh? Are we doing something tomorrow?"
"I've got a whole itinerary for us my dear." He bolsters. You smile up at him and think back to the day you met him.
It was a Sunday, you remember because the library closes earlier on Sundays and it was still light out a couple of hours before closing. A little girl barely tall enough to see over the desk placed a book on the counter in front of you.
"I'd like to take this book home please." She declared. You had to lean over the desk to see her. She had messily cut blue hair and big eyes.
"Alright little one, do you have a library card?"
"What's that?"
"Well, when you take a book here we have to make note of that, and rather than write down each person and what book that take, a library card keeps track of it for us by scanning it onto the computer!"
"Well I don't have one of those." She shook her head.
"That's okay! We can get you one! Just need a guardian to help with sign up. Who is responsible for you honey?"
"My uncle." She said.
"And where is he?" You asked. She blinked up at you for a moment.
"I don't know." She said and you could hear in her words that she may cry at any moment.
"That's okay sweetness, we can call him. Do you know your uncle's phone number?" You asked walking around the desk to kneel in front of her.
"No." Watery answer, oh no.
"Okay, okay no worries. Do you know how to get home from here?" You asked. Last chance.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Good! That's good! Okay, here's what we're gonna do, you can sit with me, behind the desk and read as much of that book as your heart desires, and then once I'm finished here I'll walk you back home! Sound good?" You smiled at her.
"Okay." She said.
"Brilliant!" You clapped your hands gently and guided her to a seat behind your desk. You only had two hours til the library closed. At closing, you did only the necessities, turned off computers, cleaned any glaringly obvious messes and locked up.
"Alright little one let's get you home." You told her once everything was done. You walked for a little less than ten minutes before the young girl pointed out a house.
"This is where you live?" You asked her.
"Yes." She nodded. You walked up to the front door with her in tow, hoping she did indeed know where she lived. Seeing as she didn't know much else, you didn't have much confidence. You knocked on the door firmly and a few moments later a large man opened the door. He had broad shoulders and was rather tall, he was honestly built like a bear, clad in dark jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket.
"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble.
"Is this your uncle sweetheart?" You glanced behind you to check with her.
"Hi uncle Vander." She waved at him enthusiastically.
"Powder?" The man's eyes widened, Vander you'd guessed, since that what the little girl called him. "Where the hell have you been?"
"The library." She shrugged as she walked into the house.
"Unbelievable." You'd scoffed before you could help yourself.
"Pardon?" He frowned at you, brows furrowed.
"I just- I'm shocked by how irresponsible you are." You said.
"Excuse you?"
"You didn't know where she was, didn't even know she wasn't in your home, she has no way of contacting you in the event of an emergency, you are honestly incredibly lucky she found herself in the library, I mean do you have any idea how easily kids get snatched up even with vigilant parents?!"
"Look, thanks for bringing her home but I don't know owe you an explanation."
"No, you don't, but you do owe that little girl your protection and from where I'm standing it doesn't look like she has it."
"With all due respect, you're way outta line." He grumbled.
"She can't be any older than seven, there's no excuse for you not knowing where she is for hours on end!" You were furious. How could he be so careless with his niece? How did someone like that even become responsible for such a young girl? Vander sighed, heavy, long, and ran his hand down his face.
"Her parents died a few months ago. I'm the only family they've got left but- I hadn't expected, I'm new to all of this." He admitted sheepishly. You were so surprised by his honesty you softened immediately.
"Well word of advice know where the kid is. You can't always have eyes in the back of your head so have an emergency contact prepared, a number she has memorized where you or another trusted adult can be reached 24/7, and get the little one a library card. That's- not general advice, she just seems to really like the library."
Vander let out what was barely a laugh.
"Thanks. Sorry you, had to come all the way down here." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Sorry you, lost some of your family." You told him quietly, you meant it. "Have a good night." You added walking back down his walkway and headed home. You remember walking home that night hoping for the best for this man and that sweet little girl.
Powder came into the library almost every day from then on, only now after your lecturing, Vander made sure to drop her off and pick her up every time. You knew because he always made sure you saw him although you didn't really speak to each other. At least not at first, then one day a few months after you met, Vander trudged up to you at the desk.
"Hello Vander." You said only sparing a single glance before returning your attention to the computer in front of you.
"Hi. I've got an- admittedly strange request." He said tucking his helmet snuggly under his arm.
"This should be interesting." You said flatly.
"I have a- business thing to take care of and I don't want to leave the girls alone while I'm gone."
Powder had mentioned a few times having an older sister, Violet. She wasn't as content at the library as Powder was so she rarely came in, but she was there that day and that should've tipped you off.
"Well the library's open til 8, they're welcome to hang out here obviously. Powder's already here most of the time anyway." You shrugged.
"Right, the problem is I won't be back by then."
"The girls can't be here past closing ya know."
"I know, I know- I was hoping you wouldn't mind looking after them for a little while." He grimaced, obviously bracing for what was an unsurpringly unfavorable reaction.
"No. Absolutely not. Vander, you barely know me. Why on Earth would you leave me with your kids? And what am I even supposed to do with them? Take them home? You don't know where I live."
"No no you can take them back to my place and wait with them there. It'll only be a couple of hours I swear."
"You are putting a lot of faith in someone you've had only 2 full conversations with including this one." You shook your head.
"Maybe, but Powder has taken a liking to you, so much so that when I brought her to get a library card and you weren't here she took to memorizing your work schedule so she could be here on days that you were here and maybe it's not advisable but to me that means something. Plus after that lecture you gave me before even introducing yourself I think it's safe to assume you're no danger to the girls. In fact you're probably better for them than I am."
You'd let out a sigh when he said that. You'd taken a liking to Powder too and as much as you hated the idea of being responsible for the children of a near stranger you'd gotten to know Powder enough that you knew you'd cave for her sake.
"How long did you say you'd be gone?" You asked, jaw tight with reluctance.
"No more than two hours after the library closes."
"You'd better be home by 10 and not a minute later." You pointed a finger at him and he deflated in relief that you would in fact watch the kids.
"Scout's honor." He even raised a hand.
"You were a boy scout?"
"Not even close." He winked at you.
"Vander."
"I won't be late I promise. Thank you so much." Vander said before rushing over to Powder and her older sister Violet. They spoke for a few minutes and then Vander left the library. You were truly in shock. How could he feel so comfortable leaving you with his children in his home? No vetting, no rapport, he didn't even know your full name at the time. You had to wonder if bikers were always so reckless or if it was just a thing with this specific guy.
"Darling?" Vander's deep timber brought you back from the memory.
"Yes?" You hum, eyes still closed, enjoying the sway.
"Where did you go off to?"
"Oh I was just thinking about this one time a guy left a near stranger alone with his children."
"Yeah? How'd that work out?" Vander chuckles.
"Well he married that stranger."
"Sounds like he made a good choice then."
"Lucky for him it was a perfect one." You pat his chest.
"Ugh guys gross!" Violet comes stomping down the stairs, announcing herself with very clear disgust. You laugh and step back enough from Vander to smile at her.
"Hello Vi." You chuckle.
"Get a room guys! We live here man."
"Shouldn't you be in bed kid?" Vander jokes.
"Shouldn't you old man?"
"One day Violet you'll be so in love with someone you'll gross out kids of your own." You tell her.
"Hey don't wish that on me!" She says, indignation clear in her voice. You throw your head back in laughter before speaking again.
"It's a good thing little flower." You tell her.
"I'm perfectly contented as is thank you very much."
"And for now that's exactly how it should be." Vander walks over and pats Violet on the head.
"Hey!" She shoves his large hand off her head. "Ugh you guys are lame I'm going back upstairs." Violet rolls her eyes and leaves you and Vander giggling after her.
"Ah silly girl." He sighs dropping down onto the couch.
"You know Vander, she's not going to be a little girl forever." You join him.
"She'll always be my little girl."
"Yyyeeesss but she is also about to start high school. It's not outside of the realm of possibility that she starts expressing interest in dating soon."
"Yeah right as if she's gonna give any of those pimple faced little boys the time of day." Vander scoffs.
"Girls are also an option."
"Oh fuck. They might actually stand a chance."
"Regardless of who she wants to date, we have to start considering the chances at some point. She might want advice, don't be all scary biker dad about it."
"I just hate the idea of her getting hurt."
"It's a part of life. We can't protect them from everything, we do what we can of course but the best thing we can do is prepare them for the things we can't protect them from."
"If I'm lucky this particular prepration won't come for another 10 years." Vander nods.
"If she's lucky that's not gonna happen."
"What do you mean if she's lucky?!"
"I'd rather her learn and make those mistakes now, when we're here for her, because in 10 years there's no telling where any of us will be and as an adult those mistakes can be much more damaging without us looking over her shoulder."
"Why must you be so correct all the time." Vander grunts pulling you into his lap.
"As if you'd want me to be any different." You stick your tongue out at him.
"Never in a million years." He tightens his arms around you, tucking you against his wide chest. You melt into him with a soft smile painting your lips. You can't believe trying to help one bright eyed blue haired little girl ended you here but you are going to cherish it for the rest of your life you're sure.
Warnings: Jayce a real eater yall, lots of praise/worship, PiV (cowboy), creampie, cockwarming, multiple orgasms- I think that's everything???
Genre: smut a little fluff ig
Summary: When you happen upon a scientist hiding in an alley your attempt to help him has some- unexpected results
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You hum to yourself as you walk along the edge of a rooftop in the city. There is a giant festival parade thing happening today so you are trying to make yourself scarce but there are people on every street.
You glance down into an alleyway and see someone hunched on their knees. You lean over trying to get a better look, are they okay? After a couple moments of contemplation you make your way down on the side of the building. Taking a moment to adjust yourself you round the corner to the possibly not okay person you spotted from the roof.
"Yo are you-" you stop short when you realize who you've happened upon.
"Wait a sec you're the hexgate guy, Talis- uh- Jayce, right?" You're flipping through your memory, hopefully that's right. You watch him take a deep breath before he turns to face you with an obviously practiced smile.
"That's me yes. Hi! Nice to meet you!"
"You can drop the celebrity smile I'm not about to ask for an autograph or something like that." You tell him. "Just saw a guy hunched over hiding in an alley and well I broke my own rule, let my curiosity get the better of me. You okay?" You ask.
"Yeah just- needed a breather." He runs a hand through his hair. The sleeves of his white shirt are folded up passed his elbows allowing you to watch the muscles in his arm flex as he moves. He's surprisingly ripped for a scientist.
"Aren't you like, kind of a big deal? Heard you were giving a speech today."
"Much to my chagrin." He sighs.
"Not a fan of the attention?" You tilt your head.
"I'm a scientist, not some public entertainer. I didn't think improving our society would come with so much- showboating. If I never had to leave the lab again I'd be okay with that." Jayce rolls his eyes. You give him a once over, weighing if you should walk away now or help with whatever's going on here.
"If you wanna get lost I might be able to help."
"What?"
"You need a breather, right? This alleyway's not gonna hide you for long. I found you and I wasn't even looking. I've got a few better options for hiding from your adoring fans. If that's your objective." You shrug.
"Why're you offering?" He glances at you suspiciously.
"Well you look... kind of like a wounded animal hiding out back here. And I've always wanted a pet." You wink. Jayce's eyes widen and you giggle at his shocked expression.
"I- wha- you-"
"It was a joke Mr. Talis take it easy. I'm not gonna make you go anywhere. You wanna do deep breathing exercises in an alley be my guest. Good luck." You shrug turning on your heel to leave back around the corner you came from.
"Wait." Jayce says before you get far. "I would really like to get away from all of the commotion. And don't call me Mr. Talis."
"Fine scientist whose not a public entertainer that doesn't like to be called Mr. Talis, let's get you away from the commotion." You nod your head for him to follow you.
"You can just call me Jayce." He says matching your step.
"First name basis with a celebrity, I'm honored."
"Please don't."
"I'm only teasing."
"Do you have a name?" Jayce asks.
"Doesn't everybody?" You shrug.
"Well we tend to assume so. But you never know, so I'm asking."
"I do have one yes."
"Mind sharing what it is?"
"You should really have asked that before you decided to follow me into the unknown." You smirk.
"You planning to kidnap me?"
"Nah keeping you alive would be far too much maintenance, I'm sure." You shake your head.
"So are you gonna tell me your name?" He asks. You hold out a few moments, but Jayce bends slightly to catch your gaze and you know he's got you when a smile cracks your demeanor.
"Y/n." You say, playfully reluctant.
"Beautiful name." He says quietly.
"Thanks. I think so too."
You walk for a while longer in silence until eventually you reach your destination. Hidden in a cave at the edge of town is a small lake, lit mostly by bioluminescent plants growing around the cave.
"Woah." Jayce says looking around the cave.
"Pretty, right?" You smile. You like your secret spots but there's an expected swell of joy inside that you get to share this with someone. Even if it's some strange scientist begrudgingly parading himself around for political support.
"Absolutely gorgeous." He breathes.
"No one's gonna find you here."
"How did you even find this place?" He asks.
"I was walking on the roof when I saw you. I like to take unusual routes, leads to some fun discoveries." You shrug.
"Walking on the roof? Why would you do that?" He frowns.
"I was trying to avoid the crowds and people aren't often on roofs." You say. Jayce blinks at you a few times before he chuckles, almost disbelieving.
"I guess that's one way to do it." He says.
"More effective than hiding in alleys."
"I'll admit you saw me before I saw you."
"Exactly." You wink. There's a lull in conversation, you kind of think you should leave him be but he'd probably get lost trying to get back to the city. "I really like this place but I've also got other secret spots so- I'm willing to share this one, if, ya know, you need to escape again."
"I really appreciate that." Jayce says.
"Um- I know you said you were trying to get away from people, but just- wanna make sure, if I left would you be able to find your way back into town on your own whenever you're ready?" You ask.
"Are you leaving?"
"Well you... wanted to be alone, it's kinda hard to- 'be alone' with someone there, unless you want to be alone with them."
"Honestly talking to you is the most at peace I've felt in a while so, I'd like it if you stayed, unless you've got somewhere else you need to get to." He says. You're surprised by his admission but weigh the pros and cons of staying anyway. He is a stranger you're in the middle of nowhere with, but you brought him out here, and he followed you with very little concern, which shows he's either stupidly trusting or convinced he could beat you if need be.
"I've got nowhere to be." You plop down sitting next to him on the floor of the cave.
"Thanks." Jayce says.
You let a moment pass before you ask him a question.
"So, if you hate all the pomp and circumstance stuff so much why do you do any of it?"
"Hextech is, believe it or not, kind of controversial amongst our- council." He says.
"Really? Why? Hexgates are like a huge success. People love them, they're great for trade which is great for us economically, and aren't they pretty energy efficient too?"
"You know, quite a bit about them." Jayce muses.
"Well ya know, it's a pretty major change to our society, worth learning about, since I live here." You shrug. "I don't see why they'd go against them."
"The problem's not the gates themselves, it's the arcane."
"Magic?" You frown.
"It's integral to the hexgates. They require the arcane and we want to expand our research but people have conflicting feelings about the arcane. I need to stay on the council's good side to maintain their support for my scientific endeavors."
"So you do the dance for your- science?" You ask.
"I do the dance." He nods.
"Wow that- must be pretty rough. You shouldn't have to be a political puppet to do research. Especially when you've already got the hexgates to prove your work is for the good of Piltover."
"The arcane is impossibly difficult to master, some believe it shouldn't be tampered with at all, one lucky break doesn't mean we've tamed it. After all, I blew up an entire building with the gemstones- before the hexgates."
"Woah that's kinda cool."
"Not to the council. They saw volatile unpredictable bombs. That is dangerous and peace is already hanging by a thread. We can't afford more danger."
"Sure but the hexgates aren't dangerous, are they?"
"No, but I nearly got imprisoned for my work once already. If the council trusts me, they'll be more accepting and more lenient regarding my research. I think Hextech is going to change our world in so many ways but I need their support if I'm going to make anything happen." He explains.
"Doesn't that limit what things you can do though? Like you can only make hextech that they approve of." You frown.
"In theory. But as long as they like me, I can use it to my advantage as far as convincing them one way or another."
"And that's working for you?" You ask.
"It's the main reason we have hexgates, so I'd say yes." He shrugs.
"Oh so you've been doing the dance a while now." You hum.
"A lesson I learned pretty early." He nods.
"Explains why you were hiding in a random alley."
"Yeah well- just because I know the game doesn't mean I like playing it." Jayce says wryly. He seems so weighed down by it all, you feel bad.
"Well, in here you don't have to think about the game. Whether you like playing it or not." You nudge him slightly. Jayce lets out a halfhearted chuckle.
"Lucky you showed up when you did."
"Flatterer." You quip.
"I didn't- mean anything by it." Jayce shakes his head.
"I know, it was a joke, Jayce." You smile.
"I'm just saying if I were trying to flatter you I can do a lot better than that."
"Don't threaten me with a good time." You wink.
"Do you... want me to flatter you?" He asks.
"I mean I'm not going to ask you to but if you feel inclined to do so I won't stop you. Though fair warning, there may be unforeseen consequences."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He asks.
"If I told you then they'd be foreseen." You shake your head.
"Well now you've piqued my interest."
"And what're you gonna do about that?"
"I might have to try flattering you." Jayce pivots, leaning in close til your faces are only a few inches apart. You steel yourself against the urge to lean back.
"Make sure you bring your A game, Mr. Talis." You smirk.
"I always do. Got any rules I should know about?"
"What, you want me to make it harder for you?"
"I mean you don't have to, I'm sure you'll give me a run for my money regardless, but seeing as we just met, I don't wanna cross any boundaries."
"No holds barred. I want your best shot Talis, so no restrictions."
Jayce stares at you for a moment, eyes scanning over your face.
"My goodness you are gorgeous." He says quietly.
"Thank you." You smile.
"That wasn't- me trying to flatter you yet, it's just that, being so close to you, it'd be stupid to pretend I didn't notice."
"Do you normally have to be this close to tell if something or someone is beautiful or not?"
"No, and I didn't have to be this close to tell that you are beautiful. But it's easier to ignore when you're not giving me those big doe eyes from six inches away."
"I can close my eyes if it's too distracting." You joke.
"Please don't, I'd hate to not be able to keep looking at them." He says bringing a hand up to cup your cheek gingerly.
"Oh you are- very cute." You bite your lip.
"I'm just being honest."
"Dangerous game."
"Why's that?" He tilts his head like a curious puppy.
"Because I will eat you alive Jayce Talis."
"I can only hope to be so lucky."
"I can see how you'd be able to so easily charm the council." You chuckle.
"This is not how I charm the council." He shakes his head.
"You tellin me I'm special?"
"Without a doubt." He says without hesitation.
"Careful Jayce, I like to keep men that worship me, and you're awfully close to toeing that line."
"Well how do I cross it?"
"Do you want to?"
"Very much so."
"Kiss me."
"With pleasure." Jayce breathes before closing the distance between you. You immediately meet him with a ferocity he struggles to keep up with but to his credit he's determined. He keeps up better than you expected. You climb into his lap, crowding him, pushing your tongue into his mouth, draping your arms over his shoulders. Jayce moans into the kiss, his hands practically hovering over your hips, as if he's almost scared to really touch you. When you pull away to let him breathe he, at first, chases your lips, as if he'd rather keep kissing you than have air, even as he's panting into the space between you.
"Pace yourself darling." You practically sing the words, you really could eat this man alive. He's practically hooked on you after one kiss and damn if you don't want to totally devour him right here in this cave.
"You're intoxicating." He says.
"You are just too sweet Jayce Talis."
"I want more."
You cup his face with one hand and kiss him again. He practically melts into it, kissing you with such desperation you would think it's been years since he's kissed you and not a few moments.
"You can touch me Jayce." You say against his lips.
"W-what?" He leans back, frowning slightly. You place your hands over his that are still just grazing your hips.
"Your hands, they're barely on me. You want more but are you willing to take it?"
Jayce takes a moment to consider your words and then he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. His other hand snakes up your back to the nape of your neck and he brings your lips back to his. You hum into the kiss, tangle your fingers of one hand into his hair, drag your nails over his exposed forearm with the other. He shudders from your touch and it makes you want more reactions. He may be hestitant but you certainly are not. You start to shift in his lap, grinding against him, slowly at first, subtly, and when his breath catches you grind harder. The hand of his arm still wrapped around your waist grips at your skin as you tease him. He grunts and groans as you bite his lip and tug at his silky hair. Jayce adjusts his hands, placing one firmly on each of your hips under your shirt. He suddenly jerks underneath you, shockingly flipping you onto your back.
"I- need to taste you." He says, his thumbs gently stroking your sides.
"Taste me all you want." You kiss him again. He slides his hands into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down and off of your legs. He kisses down your throat on his decent to your exposed core.
"All I want?" Jayce hums.
"That's what I said."
"Then I suppose now's my chance to eat you alive." He winks before burying his head between your legs. Your chuckle at his words is cut short by his tongue dragging across your clit, making you gasp. Jayce is slow and deliberate with his mouth against you, unhurried as if he has all the time in the world to memorize every part of you. You moan, arch towards him, grind against his face as he endulges in you. He licks and slurps and audibly moans while he eats you out, as if he's enjoying this more than you. When you thread your fingers into his hair again and tug at it he growls deeply.
"Holy- oh god." You cry out. Jayce watches for what gets the greatest reactions from you and it doesn't take him long to pinpoint exactly how to push you over the edge. A few more calculated flicks of his tongue have you cumming with a high pitched moan. But he doesn't stop there, Jayce continues to lick you through and after your orgasm subsides. He keeps lapping at you, even gripping your waiste tight enough to keep you in place as you squirm. Jayce keeps eating you, pulling orgasms from you until your skin is slick with sweat and you've started losing count of them.
"Even better than I could've hoped." He sighs when he finally comes up for air.
"I didn't expect you to take the 'all you want' thing so literally." You joke stroking his cheek.
"You just taste too good to resist. I could eat you for hours." He turns and kisses your wrist.
"I wouldn't protest, but I'd probably need to hydrate better in preparation."
"How're you doing now?"
"How're you doing?" You ask.
"Me? I'm fine I wasn't-" He stops abruptly when your hand brushes against his almost painful erection.
"This must be uncomfortable." You hum, palming him slowly.
"I- I can take care, of that o-on my own- I don't want t-to exhaust you- but you need to stop doing that holy fuck." Jayce struggles to focus on what he's saying as you touch him.
"I can stop, but it doesn't really seem like you want me to."
"B-but you mmmust be tired."
You hook your leg around Jayce and pull his own move on him, flipping you both so you're straddling him. You lean towards him, allowing your tongue to trace the shell of his ear.
"Not that tired." You say softly as he quakes beneath you. You undo Jayce's pants and pull his dick out. His sharp inhale when your fingers wrap around him is nothing compared to the deep shuddering moan he lets out when you sink onto him. his hands settle on your hips as you set a fervent pace, riding him for all he's worth. The sounds spilling from his lips only motivate you further as he grunts and groans underneath you. His head is tipped back, his eyes are closed, and he keeps licking and biting his lips. It's one of the most erotic things you've ever seen. But as you drive him closer to his release you find yourself wanting to see his eyes glazed over.
"Open your eyes Jayce. I want to you to look at me when you cum." You pant out. His eyes flutter open, with slight difficulty but he does, and he nearly bursts at the sight of you on top of him, brow furrowed in concentration, lip caught between your teeth, pleasure clear in your eyes- it's a sight he hopes to never forget. The feel of your wet heat combined with the salacious view of you above him and fuck if he can't still taste your arousal on his tongue- it's too much, he barely has time to warn you before his orgasm hits him and he's spilling into you with a whispered curse. The look of ectasy on his face as you grind against him through his orgasm is worth prolonging as much as possibly but eventually harsh pants turn to shaky breaths and you stop. When you shift to get off of Jayce his grip tightens ever so slightly.
"Wait- I'd... like to stay like this for a bit, if that's alright with you."
"That's- alright with me, yeah." You say lowering yourself to lay your head on Jayce's chest.
"How'd I do in the flattery department?" Jayce jokes. You laugh, you can't help it, what a silly question to ask with his dick literally still inside of you.
"Feels like the answer to that is... a bit obvious." You say flexing your walls around him for emphasis, which you know he feels when he lets out a little gasp.
"Just- wanted to double check. Can't be too sure."
"You're a very silly man Jayce Talis." You muse.
"I hope that's a good thing."
"Well, I dunno about anyone else but, I certainly think so."
"That's good enough for me."
"Same here." You say, glad he can't see the smile on your face. You were joking earlier, when you said you'd keep him, but you're starting to think that might've been the right idea. And all because you were too curious about some guy hiding in an alleyway.
Warnings: it's all conversation but it is about somnophilia and cnc at large
Genre: smut but only kinda this time
Summary: Some things are not self explanatory, and Steve has decided he's going to fill in the gaps by coming to you to ask his questions about sex and some of those questions have more involved answers than you'd expect
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You sing and dance along to the music blaring through your speaker as you fold and put away your laundry. You barely hear the knock at your door. Actually, you don't hear it at all, but when Steve shouts your name on the other side you're finally able to hear the solid taps on wood.
"Oops." You chuckle to yourself. You pause your music and jog over to your door, folded bra in hand. When you swing it open Steve's hand is still up by his head to knock again.
"Hi Stevie! Sorry about that, couldn't hear you over the music." You smile.
"Yes I could tell, sorry to bother- are you busy?" Steve's eyes widen when he catches sight of your bra clutched in your hand on your hip.
"Oh, no I was just folding laundry. Nothing you can't be in here for." You nod your head for him to enter your bedroom and shut the door behind him.
"So what's up?" You ask.
"I have a new question." He says sitting on your bed.
"Shoot." You tell him, walking into your closet to hang a dress.
"What's somnophilia?" He asks and your eyes widen in shock as you slot your dress in its spot.
"Christ. Where are you getting these questions from Rogers? Because you come to me with questions about shit that has literally never come up in a regular conversation?!" You ask before stepping back out.
"Are these unsavory things?" He tilts his head so innocently you almost can't believe what he's just asked you about.
"I am in no position to judge the ways people engage with all things surrounding the deadly sin of lust. I'm just trying to figure out where your questions originate." You say.
"There's plenty of sources." Steve shrugs.
"Evidently so. Look, this one I can't give you a kinesthetic lesson on but I'll explain it and you can ask whatever questions you want." You say.
"Why can't you do a kinesthetic lesson?" He asks.
"Because of the nature of somnophilia. It falls under the umbrella of a large collection of activities known as consensual non consent"
"You've mentioned it before." Steve says, even flipping back to another page of his notebook. Did he write it down last time?
"Yes, I believe you said it was an oxymoron." You chuckle.
"Well it is."
"I know. That's the point. Sometimes people are interested in trying things that are unethical or dangerous, so they create opportunities to safely engage with those interests. It's like those toy cars for kids that they drive on their yards or a play kitchen. They can't really drive or cook because they're babies, but they can pretend to do those things. It's like that." You explain.
"But in a sexual way?"
"Yeah pretty much."
"What's a dangerous way to have sex?" Steve sounds down right incredulous and you almost want to laugh, but instead you sit on the bed with him to explain.
"Oh there are plenty and dangerous in different ways. As far as consensual non consent, which for short is just called CNC, I'm not gonna keep saying the full thing, lots of people have desires to feel vulnerable, helpless, a sort of primal fear, those are mostly chemical reactions, you can set those off without actually putting yourself in real life threatening danger. Same reason people go cliff diving and bungee jumping and stuff."
"Okay, and somnophilia is like that?" Steve asks.
"Somnophilia is sex with a sleeping or otherwise unconscious person." You figure you should get the definition out of the way.
"Why would you want that?" He shakes his head.
"That's one of those answers that varies from person to person. Ultimately though it's mostly about the control, or lack thereof depending on what side of the pairing you are. Being at the mercy of someone else at all times, and inversely having unremitting access to someone without even having to ask, people like it."
"But why wouldn't you want to ask? How do you know they're enjoying it if they're asleep? Or if you're asleep." Steve furrows his brows.
"Well if you're the one awake it's about indulging yourself not so much your partner and if you're the one asleep their enjoyment is their business, you're just- a tool, some people like that. Plus unless drugs are involved chances are the one asleep will wake up in the middle and you can check in."
"Drugs?!" Steve looks at you, eyes ready to pop right out of their sockets.
"Some people use drugs, yes, they don't care for a check in, like a living doll I guess." You shrug.
"Have you done it before?"
"Paralytic agents? No." You shake your head.
"I meant- somnophilia." He clarifies.
"Oh, well yes but only in the sleeping way."
"I don't understand, how does that work? How do you do that safely?" Steve asks.
"Not without plenty of prerequisite conversation, plus that's where safewords, safe gestures, and frequent check ins are incredibly important. You have to be incredibly clear on everything before anyone touches anyone."
"What kind of conversations have to be had?" He asks, pen at the ready. He's seriously going to take notes on this.
"Well, you'll need to discuss what the limits are. What's allowed for the awake person to do to the unconscious person. If the person's just sleeping naturally they will probably wake up pretty quickly, I did, but that adds a level of clarification as well. How do you know when someone who is asleep wants you to touch them ya know? Like at least- okay this is going to sound insane but stay with me, if you're using drugs the person has to knowingly take it and therefore there's a level of understanding inherently of what will go down once they kick in. But everyone sleeps so deciding when disrupting that sleep will be well received is important. Of course, sometimes you'll gauge wrong, but when they wake up they'll let you know."
"But you can't gauge that unless or until you wake them."
"I mean different dynamics will have their own systems. The simplest and probably most common way people give nonverbal cues for this sort of thing specifically is sleeping naked or without underwear or wearing a particular article of clothing because then the sleeping person can indicate without having to explicitly say before bed that they're open to being touched while unconscious." You explain.
"This is complicated." He blows out a breath and you chuckle a bit at his exasperation.
"A little, yes, but I think it's worse here than it would be in reality because I'm trying to explain it in a hypothetical sense and not just discussing it in context of an actual dynamic." You say.
"So how would a real conversation about this go?" He asks.
"You know what, I can't give you a hands on lesson of actual somnophilia but maybe we can roleplay the conversation a real couple would have about it! I will start the conversation and you just respond with whatever feels most natural to you, okay?" You shift so you're facing him better.
"O-okay sure." Steve nods his head.
"I want to try somnophilia." You say plainly.
"O-kay." Steve says, he draws out the second syllable as if he's unsure what else to say.
"Do you know what that is?" You ask.
"Not... really. No." He shakes his head.
"It's a kink thing but the long and short of it is you get to fuck me while I'm asleep."
"While you're asleep?!"
"Yes." You nod once, sharply.
"But- I don't want to disturb you while you're sleeping, you already have awful nighttime habits. And what if you're not in the mood? How am I supposed to tell if you're asleep?" Steve shakes his head. Your nighttime habits was such an unnecessary call out.
"Well I was thinking of a system we could use for that, like the way some bathrooms have a little thing that indicates if it's vacant or occupied? What if I just sleep naked? Like on the nights I want you to touch me while I'm asleep." You suggest in the way you feel would make sense if you were actually telling a partner this.
"So if you're in the mood you'll just sleep naked?"
"Yeah! I mean that way anything you could want to touch is like as easily accessible as it gets." You shrug.
"But- how do you- want me to touch you? If you're asleep I can't ask what you want." He shakes his head.
"What I want is for you to touch me, the how is- a chance to be selfish. Do what you want. The point is that I'm trusting you and open to you even at my most vulnerable. Take what you want, or give what you want."
"And what happens when you wake up?"
"What do you mean?" You tilt your head.
"I can't imagine you won't be able to feel whatever I do, and in that case surely you'll wake up pretty quickly right? What happens then? Or am I supposed to try not waking you up?"
"No. I don't have to stay asleep, I mean if I do stay asleep then don't worry about it, but if I wake up that's fine too." You say.
"There's a possibility you could stay asleep while I'm- ya know, inside you?" Steve looks shocked and maybe a bit confused.
"Well I don't know we haven't tried it yet so I guess we'll figure that out." You shrug.
"But you see it as a possibility-"
"Sure. I'm not the heaviest of sleepers but you seem so concerned I can't imagine you'll be putting me through the mattress or anything extreme like that." You say.
"Putting you-"
"I just mean that I suspect you'll be incredibly gentle with me and while that's perfectly fine, depending on how gentle you are, I may not wake up in the middle of it." No need to explain the phrase putting you through the mattress.
"And if you don't?"
"Do what you came to do and then keep it moving. I'll piece it together myself once I'm awake."
"You'll piece it together?" He sounds skeptical.
"When I wake up feeling stretched out or leaking like a faucet, it'll be kinda hard to miss." You say.
"My goodness." Steve says. That shocked him, despite the nature of this entire conversation.
"Yeah so I think that's roughly how that kind of conversation would go between partners." Now feels like the right place to cut the roleplay.
"Wow that- kinda helped." He nods.
"Great, any other questions about it?" You ask.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Excuse me?" You blink at him. you're not quite sure what he's asking.
"Well you said you've done it right? Is it something you enjoy? Would you try it again?" He asks with eyes that seem way too innocent for what he's asking about.
"Oh- yeah, I enjoyed it. I'd try it again I suppose if I was in a relationship that made sense to suggest it in."
"What do you mean?"
"Well if I'm dating someone who's on the more vanilla side I'd probably not bring it up. It's not do or die." You shrug.
"Oh."
"Would you try it? Now that you know what it is." You ask.
"I think I'd be more comfortable on the receiving end actually. I don't know that I would be able to handle the possibility that I cross a boundary with my girlfriend because I made an assumption. Even one that we'd previously discussed I could make an assumption on. Plus I too much enjoy all the little reactions, it's not as enjoyable for me if I don't know that my partner is enjoying it." He says.
"That's understandable. It's not for everyone. It requires a lot of trust and that's something that has to be built, may be difficult to imagine that if you don't or haven't had a relationship with that level of trust."
"Yeah maybe. Thank you for explaining. I'm- gonna go, now." Steve stands. It looks like he has a lot on his mind.
"Sure thing. You know where to find me when you've got more questions." You tell him.
Whatever he's pondering you hope he sorts it out, but you have to finish sorting your laundry.
Summary: Mel and Viktor do not agree on most things, but they both care for Jayce, and for him- they're willing to work together
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Mel is sitting at her desk reading over a contract when the heavy doors of her office are pushed open without warning. She's not expecting anybody, but it's especially surprising when Viktor strolls in.
"Viktor, to what do I owe this visit?" She asks.
"Jayce." Viktor says. That's not nearly enough information.
"I haven't seen him today, I thought it was your day, is it not?" Mel frowns, mentally trying to figure out if she's forgetting something.
"It is, but he won't leave the forge. Something is obviously wrong with him and- I hate to admit it but you clearly have a positive affect on his mood." Viktor says.
"Likewise." Mel says.
"He needs a distraction. I think we need to- how do I put this? Distract him."
"You want my help to get Jayce out of a funk?"
"Indeed." He nods.
"Well, if he's hurting, I suppose it's worth putting aside our feelings for his sake." Mel hums.
"I'm glad you agree." Viktor says. Mel finally rises from her seat and walks towards the door.
"Come along then, let's take care of our boy." She says as she passes Viktor. The pair of them make their way to Jayce's hideaway. He spends so much time here it's almost as if Mel and Viktor have to compete with the forge for his attention sometimes. Mel places a hand on his shoulder gently to get his attention.
"Hey careful! I'm swinging a hammer, why would you come up behind me like that?" Jayce frowns turning to face Mel.
"Jayce darling, how long have you been down here?" Mel asks softly.
"I- I dunno, a couple hours maybe?" He shakes his head.
"Viktor?" Mel asks for confirmation.
"You've been here all day. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Viktor crosses his arms and Mel almost wants to laugh at how much of a disgruntled mother he comes off as.
"I don't keep a clock down here Viktor." Jayce sasses.
"We were supposed to be in the lab today Jayce." Viktor says.
"I'd rather be here."
"Jayce, you'll exhaust yourself. I think that's enough my darling, you're worrying us." Mel says gently, her hand still on his shoulder rubbing small circles. His skin is so warm from being down here.
"I'm fine." Jayce says. Mel places a kiss on his shoulder.
"You may not want to go to the lab, but perhaps you'd join us for something else that's... recreational."
"Us?" Jayce glances down at Mel who is still peppering his heated skin with light kisses.
"Yes, us. Whatever's bothering you, lose yourself in our arms." Mel trails her fingers down his arm.
"Please Jayce, I was meant to spend time with you today and all you've done is smelting." Viktor comes up to his other side, placing a hand on his bicep. Jayce drops the tools in his hands with a sigh and Mel gently grabs one of his hands to pull him towards the door. He doesn't resist, he allows Mel to take him from the room with Viktor following behind. The trio makes their way to Jayce's room, neutral ground for Mel and Viktor.
Mel places a hand on Jayce's face to grab his attention and urges him towards her for a kiss. Jayce practically melts when his lips touch hers, he pulls her closer, allowing her to explore his mouth with her tongue.
"I want to touch you- but I need to wash my hands." Jayce mutters against her lips.
"Quickly." Mel steps back. Jayce nods and walks over to his bathroom.
"I can't believe that worked so well." Viktor mutters.
"Jayce is easily enticed by sweet caresses." Mel nods. Jayce returns a few moments later.
"There, better." Jayce says placing his clean hands on Mel's hips.
"As much as I do love having your attention my darling, it's Viktor you've been neglecting today." Mel says using a finger to guide Jayce's head in Viktor's direction. Viktor's eyes widen, he didn't expect Mel to say anything like that. "You should be showing him how sorry you are for your carelessness." Mel steps out of Jayce's embrace.
"I'm sorry Viktor, we were supposed to spend the day together and I basically hid from you." Jayce grabs Viktor's hand and caresses his cheek softly. Jayce kisses Viktor, sweetly at first, but when Viktor melts against his solid form, Jayce pulls him closer, deepens the kiss, slips his tongue between Viktor's lips. Viktor moans into the kiss, barely keeping himself up as Jayce pours every unspoken word of atonement into it. Jayce walks Viktor over to the bed, quickly removing Viktor's pants before urging him to sit on the mattress.
"Jayce-" Viktor blinks at him, panting even, as he drops to his knees in front of him. Mel joins the pair, sitting on the bed next to Viktor, ready to guide Jayce.
"You deserve better than that." Jayce says kissing Viktor's thigh.
"You're talking quite a bit Jayce, why don't you show him that you know better." Mel says with a hum. Viktor's gaze snaps to her momentarily.
"Show me?"
"Do you feel he's sufficiently apologized? I don't." Mel shrugs.
"I-" Viktor stops short when Jayce wraps his lips gingerly around Viktor's dick. He lets out a shuddering breath as Jayce begins bobbing his head up and down.
"See? Isn't that much better as an apology?" Mel asks.
"W- it's- I can't-" Viktor sighs shakily, unable to finish a thought.
"Now Jayce, make sure you actually earn Viktor's forgiveness my darling, I'll reward you if he approves of your apology." Mel says, petting Jayce's head affectionately. Jayce hums around Viktor's dick, acknowledging Mel's words, the feeling makes Viktor moan. Viktor grips the sheets tightly, trying not to squirm as Jayce eagerly swallows him down.
"Holy- my god." Viktor groans.
"He's rather good with his mouth isn't he?" Mel smirks.
"Very- he- really wants to earn forgiveness." Viktor pants out. Jayce continues bobbing his head up and down and Viktor continues to moan, thrusting his hips up into Jayce's hot mouth. It's all he can think to do, with Jayce sucking him hard, swirling his tongue, it's maddening. Jayce doesn't let up, even as Viktor twitches and tenses, his orgasm creeping up on him from Jayce's ministrations.
"He's reward motivated." Mel shrugs. "Like a puppy." she hums patting Jayce's cheek. Jayce moans around Viktor's cock and it sends him over the edge with a shaky moan. Jayce diligently keeps his mouth wrapped around Viktor, swallowing each spurt of hot cum until Viktor falls back onto the mattress, panting and clearly spent. Jayce releases Viktor with a slight pop but remains kneeling.
"Shit." Viktor breathes out.
"Do you feel Jayce has earned your forgiveness Viktor?" Mel asks.
"He worked rather hard for it." Viktor mutters.
"Then, shall we reward him?"
"It would be cruel not to." Viktor says.
"You can be cruel, if you feel so inclined." She shrugs.
"I-"
"Please. I promise it won't happen again." Jayce says, voice ever so slightly hoarse.
"Do you believe him Viktor?" Mel asks.
"Do... you?" Viktor asks her back.
"I'm not the one he transgressed." She shakes her head.
"I believe him." Viktor says.
"Well, lucky for you then Jayce. Up. Strip for us." Mel commands, tapping Jayce's shoulder. He scrambles to his feet and removes his clothing while Mel and Viktor watch. He fidgets slightly under their gaze.
"Turn." Mel says and Jayce slowly does a full circle. She pinches one of his deliciously round buttcheeks, enjoying the way they jolt at the contact. "What kind of reward should we give him Viktor? Would you like to taste him too?"
"Oh- yes." Viktor says.
"Very well. Jayce, lay down, across the horizontal side." Mel says and Jayce quickly gets into position. "Viktor may want to reward you, I think we can keep putting you to work even so." Mel runs a finger under his chin with just enough pressure to push his head upward.
"Of course Mel." Jayce breathes out, leaning to your touch.
"I'll Viktor decide how much pleasure qualifies as an appropriate reward but I expect you to taste me until I tell you to stop." Mel says, practically singing the words, her voice like a siren song as it reaches Jayce's ears, even Viktor is slightly enticed.
"Please let me." Jayce says, the words familiar as they fall from his lips. Mel swings her leg over Jayce's head, lowering herself onto his waiting mouth. In the same moment, Viktor wraps his lips around the head of Jayce's dick. He moans into her, making Mel sigh as the hum of his pleasure increases her own. Jayce buries his tongue between Mel's folds, eagerly lapping at her juices, relishing in each sound she makes because of him. He struggles to focus with Viktor swallowing him down but he's nothing if not determined. He wants to please Mel and he enjoys doing so. He licks and slurps at her cunt, moaning both at the taste of her and the feel of Viktor's mouth around him. Mel grinds herself against Jayce's tongue as he circles her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure with practiced ease, coaxing her over the edge. She tangles her fingers in his hair, tugging hard as her orgasm hits, sweet breathy moans escaping from her lips. Jayce relishes in the sweet sting of Mel pulling his hair.
"I knew you could handle a bit of multitasking." Mel hums as she settles back onto the bed next to Jayce.
"Thank you." Jayce pants out, his words dissolving into a moan as Viktor wraps a hand around him, stroking as he comes up to speak.
"I think I will let him orgasm now." Viktor says.
"That's so kind of you Viktor, you heard him Jayce, you're allowed to cum sweetheart." Mel says sweetly. Viktor dips his head back down, enveloping the tip of Jayce's dick, sucking hard, his hand tightly moving over him until Jayce cums with a shudder and a deep whimper. Viktor diligently swallows his release, only letting up when Jayce starts twitching from overstimulation. "Now what do you say to Viktor?" Mel gently lifts Jayce's chin, forcing him to look at Viktor.
"Thank you." Jayce breathes.
"We all agreed to a schedule for a reason my darling, it isn't fair to Viktor if you don't spend any time with him." Mel says.
"I know. I'm sorry Viktor. I was being thoughtless and insensitive. It won't happen again." Jayce says.
"If it does, next time I'll be doling the punishment, and we both know I'm not as kind as Viktor has been." Mel stands, adjusts her dress back in place, and begins to leave the room.
"Enjoy the rest of your day together boys. I'll see you in a couple of days Jayce my dear." She tosses over her shoulder as she exits. Tomrrow Jayce has a trip out of Piltover- every once in a while he has a day to himself, but Mel will see him when he returns. In the meantime she has work she needs to get done anyway. Hopefully the boys will use the rest of the day well- otherwise what a waste of her time trying to help out.
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