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missbuckyhellfire · 1 month ago

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This Will Be My Year: Eddie Munson

Part Seven: Halloween Part One (18+)

Warnings: Some Language, Flirting, Oral (F Receiving), Blindfolds, Handcuffs, Non Penetrative Smut ahead

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Audra did not want to admit it, but she loved Halloween. She loved the parties with friends, but she especially loved dressing up into different costumes. She never was the one who would dress overly slutty, but she was one who would try to be extra flirty.

She did not deny that she has gotten closer to Eddie in the past few weeks during their tutoring sessions. Of course, there was nothing that was going on between them, but she couldn’t help but think about him more and more.

But she wouldn’t say she loved him of course.

Maybe a small crush, his puppy brown eyes were getting to her.

Audra didn’t know why she agreed to this, but she somehow ended up in the back ally of the Hideout with Corroded Coffin after their gig in a fairy Halloween costume. There was not much to it, just a pair of elfish ears, medium purple iridescent wings with a light blue frilly low cut dress that rested to her knees. She had let her hair down as the tips of her hair rested in the top of her breasts.

The guys hadn’t gone as far as she went this year. They only had put on devil horns and a dark top. They told her that they did not have much time to get something together but she knew for a fact that they just didn’t want to.

She was confused as to why Eddie didn’t want to dress up. Audra thought this would be right up his ally. However, he claimed that his costume was at home, waiting for him to put it on when they get there.

“How are your grades going Eds since Tinkerbelle here has helped you?” Gareth had asked taking a swing of his beer.

“Eddie is getting there,” Audra had muttered. They have tried and seems like his papers were getting passing grades, a “c” typically. But that did not do for her. She wanted to help him develop his skills more.

Eddie had chuckled. All he was thinking about was how cute she looked in that outfit and also how pissed Jason is going to be when he sees her go to the Halloween party with him. Eddie was never a party person, but he definitely wanted to make Jason take note to fuck off.

Eddie had intentionally had asked Audra to go to the party as soon as he heard about it. He wanted to piss Jason off and spend time with her. Consider it as two birds with one stone if you will. He did have to admit that she was growing on him.

The Halloween dance proposal was not anything too extreme. Audra was by her locker and noticed the bright colored rose by a single word written in sharpie with some pumpkin and ghost drawings.

DANCE?

Audra had turned around and noticed that Eddie was next to her locker with a Cheshire cat grin across his face. “Well?”

“Yes!” She squealed then it followed by a list of different costume ideas that she was planning to do that year which had resulted in the two of them giggling and a scowl by Jason and the jocks who just so happened to be walking by. They also missed the “going as friends part” which made Jason fume.

After some small talk, Eddie had cleared his throat “ I think we need to head out to the party. We will plan the DND session to be next week?”

All of the guys agreed and watched Eddie leave with the girl, they knew something was definitely going to happen tonight. Everyone, especially Jeff and Gareth noticed how he was getting nervous around her while she seemed to be helping him for the better with his academics.

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The two didn’t want to get to the party too early so they just decided to take it easy and watch a scary movie in Eddie’s RV . Audra was alone on the couch and was busy watching the movie while Eddie had went to the washroom.

Her brown eyes were fixated on the screen, enjoying the tense atmosphere as she watched Laurie Strode being chased by Michael Myers. She didn’t notice that Eddie just got out of the washroom with his Halloween costume on with a quick twist to it.

It took him forever to plaster the elf ear tips onto his own and the pants and top was from a costume shop that he begged Wayne to stop at a few months back. The black leather pants were comfortable enough but not tight enough to flash his junk in the public. He grabbed a green loose top with wide sleeves and a drawstring on top to adjust how revealing he wanted his chest to be. He didn’t want to go too far with it so he just made it open enough just to tease his dark chest hair. His long hair was dangled free giving him the appearance of a elvish prince.

In his hand he had a cheap Halloween mask that he got when he was small. He just wanted to fuck with her before they went out. He slipped the devil mask on and oh so quietly had snuck behind her then just tapped her shoulder as fast as he could. He did not expect the hard smack that followed.

SMACK!

Audra was scared out of her shit. She was pissed of being startled this bad. It was only an automatic response that he got slapped across the face.

“OW!”

“DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT” Audra had scolded him but stopped when he took off his mask. She took in the details of the costume from the ears to the top and the scent of woodsy cologne.

‘Now I know to not scare you, you got bite “Eddie had smirked.

“Why did you not want to dress up for your gig you look great!” Audra’s eyed did not leave Eddie.

“Don’t you think Elvish prince does not go well with a metal band?” Eddie had giggled but he didn’t loose contact with her either being gorgeous as always. But he couldn’t get his eyes on the upper part of the low-cut dress she was wearing. The sweet smell of vanilla and candies had brought her in too.

“I think it is pretty metal Eds”

“Your pretty metal yourself Princess”.

Both Eddie and Audra did not know how there was so little space between their lips right now. Perhaps it was the tension between them as they spent more time together or the close call a few weeks back when they just met. But their lips were mere inches away from each other now. Their presence and dark eyes meeting one another just felt so comforting for them. At this point they were under each other’s spell, yet Audra was considering her options.

Do it or Not. There may not be another chance.

Audra had separated the distance between the two of them and their lips had brushed against each other, just to test out the waters. They were soft inviting even to her. She blinked twice which had tickled Eddie a bit. All that she was waiting for was for him to take the next step.

Eddie froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Sure, he has kissed a girl and slept with a few, but this was someone who he grew closer to. He saw her everyday and was a decent human being. Did he want to ruin it?

Fuck it, he would suffer the consequences later.

He cupped her cheek as he crashed his lips against hers, listening to the soft moan that Audra had let out from the touch and feelings of butterflies that were in her belly. She took a step closer so there was hardly any space between them as she playfully tugged on the soft curls of his hair. He grunted in response.

This followed by another kiss.

Then another until their lips were plump and swollen.

Then Audra had traced her lips to his neck and let out a soft moan as Eddie had grunted in pleasure as she began to suck on the skin. He cried out when she had let go of him and gave him a breath of life with another kiss on the lips.

Eddie couldn’t think anymore as Audra had guided his shirt off his body. They parted lips as she admired the tattoo’s all over his body. Her previous love did not have any tattoos like this but to her, they all told a story of pain or joy. It was also a way that Eddie could express himself. So to her, the tattoo’s had complimented him.

“You sure you would like to move forward with this princess? I probably wont stop”

Audra had placed her hands on his chest, feeling his chest hair. Eddie had watched her reactions as he leant down to leave a couple pecks on her neck.

“Let’s just test the waters tonight” Audra suggested. “ I am unsure what we are, but this just feels so right to me.”

That was good enough of a answer for Eddie but he needed to know Audra’s limits. “Oral then we leave for the party?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Eddie kissed her neck again getting a soft moan from her. Audra appreciated that he was at least setting boundaries with her but she paused feeling the small smirk on her neck.

“Get on the bed, I want to make sure you enjoy this.”

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Audra obeyed and lied down on Eddie’s bed and covered herself with the blankets to keep her bottom half warm. She watched as Eddie had two things in his hand.

First was a pair of silver handcuffs from a “misunderstanding” that Eddie described.

Second was a blindfold.

“Oh shit your kinky” were the first words that came out of Audra’s mouth but it was replaced with a chuckle from Eddie.

“Yea and you’re the one who is so horny for this? A DND player dressed as a fairy” Eddie shook his head as he rubbed his thumb on her cheek. “Princess, this is going to be an experience you won’t forget, I wont hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Please you only break my heart during your DND sessions” Audra chuckled as Eddie blindfolded her. There was nothing in sight, only darkness and heightened senses. Smell was more focused on the smell of cigarettes and the feeling of Eddie’s breath on her skin. She felt his calloused hands grab her own and handcuff them together so she couldn’t touch him.

She was under his control.

He had smiled at the sight of it. He didn’t have a girl that agreed to do this. So he was excited that some one could be a freak like him. For a moment, he had a thought that he shouldn’t be, her body bare without anything on it with only a blindfold and handcuffs to allow him to take advantage.

But, he needed to focus.

He traced her body from her clothed hips, feeling the curves of her hips while taking in her body figure. Her thicker thighs that hid the treasure that he desired the most. He slid his hands under her skirt to remove the thin pair of white lacey underwear that she had on. He tossed it to the side as he gently pried her legs apart.

She gasped in shock from the cool air and hands but welcomed it. She could feel his hair and head ich closer to her core. After a very short pause, she felt something wet lick a strip from her opening to her clit, getting a soft moan in response from her. He focused his attention on her clit, that was pleading and pulsing for his attention.

Each moan that she gave him, was an indicator that he was doing a good job. She was encouraging him to give him the constant attention to her clit. He was not rough on it, he was acting as though his tongue was a broom and it swept in a circular motion around her clit. In response, she felt her stomach knot inside as it pleaded to be let go.

Her moans gotten more and more intense, her toes had curled, and she felt her heart start beating out of her chest. She never felt this before, this euphoria of pleasure and desire was only growing more and more.

Until her body had let go. It was a sense of release but a wave of intense pleasure that immediately calmed her body as her core had continued to pulse her juices out heavily.

Impressed with his work, Eddie had pressed his hand on her pussy and licked a swipe of her cream and put in on his lips “delicious”. He kept an eye on her the entire time. Fascinated with how her body works and wanted to see how she would react.

“How was that?”Eddie had asked, but she gave him an answer enough as her brown eyes were blanked out. He knew that he did good.

“I enjoyed it too, but we got to figure out what we are.” Eddie pointed out.

All he could get from Audra was a soft nod of her head. She was too much in shock with what just happened.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction

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magiccath · 1 year ago

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Doctor Who (Taylor's Version)

The Doctors (9-14) as Taylor Swift albums, songs, and lyrics

9: reputation

Dark and brooding on the surface, but really just a big softie. 9 looks like a meanie, but he’s actually one of the softest Doctors.

Simultaneously LWYMD, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, and End Game.

“I’m sorry, the old Doctor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh! Cause he’s dead!”

“For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities. I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny”

“Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy. I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for. King of my heart, body and soul”

10: Speak Now

Dreamly, love-struck, and fairy-tale like. 10 is a lover and romantic first and foremost. But also, he definitely gets breakup songs written about him…

Timeless, Electric Touch, Enchanted, Our Song, and Dear John

“And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other. In another life, you still would've turned my head”

“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life”

“I've been left in the rain lost and pining. I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying ‘cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart”

“I was enchanted to meet you”

11: Lover

Bright, bubbly, and happy. But oh wait! Anxiety! Crippling self doubt!

Cruel Summer, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, Paper Rings, False God, Afterglow.

“And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate”

“He looks up grinning like a devil”

“It's you and me, that's my whole world”

“You play stupid games you win stupid prizes”

“I lived like an island, punished you with silence”

“It’s all me in my head”

12: Midnights

Older, but not always wiser. We’ve learned a few life lessons and grown, but we’re still the same sad anxious ball we used to be.

Anti-hero, You’re on Your Own, Kid, Vigilante Sh*t, and Dear Reader

“I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser”

“I’m a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favoratie city”

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me”

“I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this”

“Lately I've been dressing for revenge”

“If it feels like a trap, you're already in one”

“Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart”

13: 1989

It’s time to have some fun with our friends and enjoy life! Except, we’re still sad? I

Know Places, Say Don’t Go, Wonderland, Clean, and Bad Blood

“I know places we can hide”

“I would stay forever if you say, "don't go" But you won't”

“You held on tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems”

“When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe and by morning gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean”

“You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go”

“Was it over then? And is it over now?”

14: folklore

Just a lonely little bean who has a lot of feelings. After numerous regenerations, the Doctor finally shows some emotional vulnerability!

The 1, cardigain, my tears ricochet, this is me trying, epiphany, and peace.

“I had this dream you’re doing cool sh*t, having adventures on your own”

“But we were something, don't you think so?”

“You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleedin'”

“Tried to change the ending…”

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave”

“I just wanted you to know that this is me trying”

“Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”

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desertfangs · 1 year ago

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Delicate Desires [AO3] Louis/Lestat - Explicit - 3,212 words

I know, I know, I don't really write Louis/Lestat these days but they were my first VC ship (and honestly one of my first fandom ships ever!) and I love them so much. So I hope I did them justice. (I promise I will get back to writing Devil's Minion soon, LOL!)

I really wanted to write something with them for Lestat's birthday and the Rue Royale Era is one of my favorites. I definitely think Louis left some spicy stuff out of the interview (or Daniel cut it out later, I don't know.) This is pretty mild for the explicit rating and it's canon compliant action but I feel like if there's any question, always go for the higher rating, you know?

This was also written for @vampirefest's Lestat Birthday Bingo - for the "Rue Royale Era" square.

Excerpt:

Louis’ door finally opened, startling him. Lestat adjusted himself on the chair, making sure he looked disinterested and bored. He glanced up only briefly when Louis came into the room.

“Finally, he emerges,” Lestat said, keeping his tone droll. “What is it that you do in there?”

Louis looked faintly abashed, turning his head. So delicious to watch him writhe under the most mundane questioning. “I was getting dressed.”

“Certainly took you long enough.”

Lestat looked him up and down with exaggerated purpose as if evaluating his efforts, but in truth, he had to admire how Louis looked. The black brocade vest hugged his narrow waist and cinched the billowing white shirt he wore beneath it. The silver buttons gleamed. His long black hair was neatly tied back with a ribbon, though a strand had already escaped and dropped delicately over his pale white face. His beauty always took Lestat’s breath away.

“I suppose your effort is passable.”

Louis clenched his jaw tight in irritation. Lestat loved how easy it was to rile him up and get a reaction.

Louis looked around the room, no doubt searching for signs of Claudia.

“She went out on her own. She can do it herself now.” He tried to mask his bitterness.

Louis sighed, his shoulders sinking. “I suppose it was bound to happen eventually.” That frustration, at least, was something they shared.

Lestat stood. “Let us go out together instead.”

Louis frowned. They did not hunt together. Louis did so alone, wandering around like a directionless vagrant until some unfortunate crossed his path. Every so often when she insisted, he would take Claudia with him, but mostly she went with Lestat—or now, by herself. Louis was a solo hunter, phantom death lurking alone in dark alleys.

“I prefer to go alone,” Louis said stiffly, tugging at the bottom of his vest. “Have a good evening.”

Lestat moved in front of him, blocking the door and grinning wickedly. “I intend to.”

Read the Rest on AO3

#louis/lestat #loustat #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #lestat/louis #vc fanfic #vc fic #my fic #rue royale era #rue royale #vc #vampire chronicles #lestat's freaking birthday!#lestat birthday bingo #vflestatbirthdaybingo #i am nervous about this because i never write them!!#but i really do them love a lot #the vampire chronicles #also not happy with the graphic but i really wanted to get this posted today so

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make-me-your-animal · 10 months ago

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Strawberries

Summary: some Euphoria Era phil smut. If it sucks I'm blaming it on the fact i haven't written much in a hot minute.

Special thanks to the two little devils on my shoulders. You know who you are. See you in hell, besties!

Warning: swearing, smut, mild choking, mild bondage, praising, mild spanking. I think that's all I got for you.

Phil was drenched with sweat when he stumbled off the stage high on adrenaline. The crowd was still screaming when he handed his guitar off to his tech. Someone threw him a towel, which he used to half dry his chest before tossing it back in the direction it came from. Then his eyes were on her.

He had seen her dancing in the crowd, the backstage pass swaying left and right. She was right infront of his mic looking up at him with her best ‘please fuck me’ eyes. Now she sat on a road case her long legs on full display in the barely there shorts she was wearing. She wore a bright red bralette that made Phil absolutely positive every man in the room had checked her out. Didn't matter though she was there for him. Between her lips rested a lollipop of the exact same shade of red as the bralette. He caught her eye, making her eyes light up. She beckoned him towards her with a curl of her finger. she grinned around her candy as phil did have to think twice about crossing the crowded space to get to her.

It was the same routine every tour since hysteria when they met under the stage one night. Within the first couple shows in America, she would show up backstage. After that, she would stick with him until the end of the tour, and then she would disappear without a trace. Well, almost. Phils mind went to the black lace panties tucked in his guitar case.

He had finally broken through the crowd, stepping up to her. She parted her legs for him to stand between. His hands instantly went to her thighs. He let his pointer fingers slip under the edge of the black denim. “I was starting to think you wouldn't show,” Phil said slowly. Taking in her pretty face.

She smiled again, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth slowly. Phil was close enough to hear the soft pop as it left her pretty red lips.The sound instantly sent his blood rushing south. “Had some things to get in order before disappearing for a few months” she shrugged her free hand, tracing the muscles in his stomach and chest. He had definitely gained some muscle since the last time she had seen him, she noted.

Phil nodded in understanding, looking down to watch her fingers run along the waistband of his jeans . “Dressing Room?” he suggested.

“Of course”

Phil stepped back so she could hop off the road case. He wrapped his arm around her waist, escorting her towards the dressing rooms. He looked over his shoulder to see Joe checking her out.

He stopped in front of a door with his name on a sign taped to the door. He opened it, quickly ushering her inside.

“Miss me” she asked, twirling the candy between her fingers as Phil shut and locked the door.

“Always do” phil confirmed, turning back around, looking her up and down. Not much had changed. She was still as beautiful as ever, even if it had been a few years. She stepped across the room so they were standing chest to chest.

“What flavor?”

Confusion crossed her features. Phil watched in amusement when realization dawned on her. She glanced down at the almost forgotten candy. “Wanna find out?” she asked, licking her lips.

Phil didn't answer, only pushed her swiftly against the nearest wall, shoving his lips against hers in a searing kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands instantly moving to his shoulders to stabilize herself as her knees turned to jelly.

They kissed like lovers. Like they did it every day. Phil licked into her mouth, and she happily let him. After a minute or so, the need for oxygen became too much, and Phil pulled away panting slightly. “Strawberry,” he murmured.

She nodded slowly, breathing just as hard. Her hands laid flat against his chest.

One of his hands trailed up from her waist to rest against her throat. Not applying pressure, not yet, at least, just resting it there like a collar.

“Safeword?”

Mischief twinked in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Strawberry”

Phil huffed a quick laugh, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away completely. “Get undressed darling” he commanded, turning away from her, knowing very well she would. Tour was hectic and usually completely out of his control. But not her. He got to control her.

He dug through his wardrobe, finding a silky black scarf. When he turned back around, she stood naked in front of him waiting. He took a minute to look her over. He thought she was absolutely beautiful.

“Come’re” he groaned, watching her hips swing as she walked towards him. “Turn around”

She did as instructed, letting Phil gather her wrists at the small of her back.he quickly winded the scarf around them, tying a knot. “Too tight?”

She shook her head.

“Words darling”

“No not too tight”

“Good girl” he praised, sweeping her hair to the side before kissing her neck softly. He trailed his hand down across her neck to her breasts, flicking one of her nipples before continuing south. “Did you watch the show?” he purred, letting a single finger slide through her folds. He hummed softly at the feeling of her wetness.

“I did” her voice was barely there as Phil took his time kissing and sucking at her pulse point. She tilted her head to give him more space. She gasped as his pointer finger swirled around her clit. Then whined as he pulled away completely. His hand and mouth disappeared from her body.

“Is that what made you so wet? Watching me play?”

She nodded.

She regretted it instantly as his hand came down on her ass in a sharp slap, making her back arch and a hiss to escape her lips. “Use your words. I won't tell you again.”

“Yes Phil watching you play made me wet” she looked to her left, looking in the mirror in phil roadcase just in time to watch him lick his pointer finger that was still slick with her arousal.

He spun her around quickly so they were face to face again.

“On your knees” he said while pushing her shoulders down so she was at level with the bulge in his too tight blue jeans. She looked up at him, waiting for instruction. Phil just smirked down at her. “Gotta work for your prize darling”

That adorable confused look appeared again as she looked at Phil's zipper like a puzzle she had to solve. “I can't phil my hands are tied” she whispered after a second.

“Hmmm that mouth of yours is pretty talented, darling. I'm sure you can manage,”. His hands buried themselves in her hair, urging her closer.

She relented, leaning forward awkwardly tugging at the fabric with her teeth. She tried a couple of times with little success, but when she added her tongue to the picture, she managed to pop the button open. Then, it was just a matter of pulling the zipper down with her teeth.

“Good girl” Phil took a step back, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one go. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. “Good girls get rewards”

She was much more eager now that he was completely nude. She surged forward, licking a long strip from base to tip, causing Phil to groan.

“Thats it darling” he hissed as she sucked as much as she could into her mouth, bobbing her head at the same time. She knew how Phil liked it. Sloppy and dirty, so that's what she gave. She alternated between taking him as deep into her mouth as possible and pulling away completely just to trace the veins with her tongue. She pressed her tongue where the head met the shaft, making Phil throw his head back and moan. Tugging on her hair like it was a lifeline, in turn making her moan as well. He was getting close embarrassingly quickly, and he had to slow things down before it ended much faster than he would like, so he pulled her off his dick.

She pouted up at him, but he only helped her up to her feet. He reached around her, untying the knot quickly freeing her wrists that instantly found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. He let her back them up slowly until her knees hit the couch and buckled. He shoved her back, making her hit the couch with a huff.

Phil crawled over her, stopping only to kiss her hip bone before continuing his journey upwards. She spread her legs so he could settle between them.

“I need you to fuck me” she whispered her nails raking through his hair. So much shorter than it was when they met.

“Still on the pill?”

“Yes please phil i need you” she begged.

“Mmm you sound so pretty when you beg”

“Phil please”

He nodded, kissing her gently before lining himself up. With one steady push, he was nestled completely inside of her. “Fuck phil” she moaned her nails raking down his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Such a dirty mouth” he murmured, pulling back pausing briefly and then pushing back in. teasing her.

“Phil?”

“Hmm?”

“Fuck me” she pouted.

How could he say no to that face? He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward with more force, causing her to cry out.

He set a steady rhythm holding himself up with one arm as he trailed his other hand all over her body.

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” he cooed as his hand settled around her neck once more. Actually, I am applying pressure this time.

Her eyes rolled back, and she whined, wiggling her hips meeting every downward thrust with her own upward one. “Phil”

“I know, baby. You feel so good. Fuck”

“I'm close,” she whimpered.

“same. "Phil groaned. “Fuck, darling touch yourself”

She didn't hesitate to slip her hand down between their body’s rubbing tight fast circles against her clit. It didn't take long for her thighs to start to shake and her moans and cries to get louder.

“Good girl. Fuck, cum for me darling”

That's all it took, and her entire body locked up. Her back arched off the couch, her hands scratched down Phil's back as she let out her whimpers and moans. Phil fucked her through her orgasm trying his best to hold off a little longer but then she moaned his name in her broken voice and it was all over.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he collapsed on top of her panting.

They came down from their highs together. She rubbed his back gently as he pressed gentle kisses against her neck and chest.

“So” she said after a minute. “ Where did you get the inspiration for All Night?” she giggled.

“That will forever remain a mystery,” Phil jokes, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to her lips. “We better get up. We both need a shower before the bus call”

She nodded, looking to the side. She gasped dramatically, making Phil jump.

“What's wrong?” he asked, following her gaze to the lollipop pop that was now embedded into the rug.

“My candy” she muttered, a pout forming on her lips.

Phil chuckled and shook his head. “I'll get you all the candy you want”

#phil collen fanfic #phil collen smut #def leppard #phil collen

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randomingoftherandomness · 1 year ago

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Where do all the young generation of Gong's lie comparative to each other on a kink scale and what kind of freaky things do you think they're all into

Bahahaha Σ (੭ु ຶਊ ຶ)੭ु⁾⁾ Good question Nonnie!

Gong Huanyu - He looks up grinning like a devil

Would smile and be the perfect gentleman right up until he’s folding his partner in half and popping their spine with how hard he’s pumping himself into them

You say no, I hear yes daddy

Would be into hypno sex because of the power it gives him and makes him feel

Would also be into making his partner cry. If anything, seeing them cry would make him more excited.

Gong Zishang - Queen of the Kink

The fuck isn’t she into (ಡ艸ಡ) Jiejie probably writes erotica under a pseudonym and is ridiculously popular in the jianghu; only Jin Fan knows this because a lot of the stories feature a cold and stoic hero

Those stories are definitely written based on first hand experiences. There’s a reason why gegirl has a belly dancing costume she could rustle up on short notice

Girl definitely has a toy collection that is not kid-friendly

Virgin in theory, Whore in practice (with Jin Fan only)

Gong Shangjue - There’s Something…

A gentleman does not kiss and tell

Has seen some things

Has done some things too

No one will ever know 🔪

Excellent swing game 10/10 across the board; his lovers are definitely thinking about that Vitamin D injection

Gong Ziyu - Simp

Service top, a giver

Puts the Tender in Tender Loving Care

Is always happy to be on his knees do the toiling and tonguing

He would totally be into getting collared

Would also be into being called a puppy

Very into getting satisfied by his partner’s satisfaction

Gong Yuanzhi - Snark on the streets, Sub in the sheets

Bro is like a sponge; can’t get enough, wants to know more and won’t stop until his body has known how to be pretzeled into many different configurations

Has ahegao (don’t question this you know I’m right)

Is very loud. Very. Needs to be gagged with anything that is closest

Enjoys the after care more than the sex. Likes it best when his partner pampers and cuddles him when they’re done

#my journey to you #my journey to you headcanon #gong zishang #gong shangjue #gong ziyu #gong yuanzhi #gong huanyu #gab rambles

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baiyunli · 1 year ago

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would u consider posting more snippets of the retirement fic. pretty please. its so good!

for sure!! most of the fully-written scenes don't make sense without context, but i have one near the beginning, when jack still hasn't told nico what he's looking for here and nico's just angry and still hurt from everything jack had done before. no idea why i picked the wings for luke lol but here:

There were moments, after Jack was traded and before Luke signed with Detroit, where Nico would look at Luke and all he saw was Jack.

He never thought they looked similar: Luke was a head taller and not as talkative in the half-charming, half-flippant way that Jack was, but in certain lights, during warmups or after practice or in the middle of a goal celebration, Nico reached out and saw someone else.

He knew Jack was gone, but it didn’t stop Nico from seeing him everywhere. He’d rubbed off onto Luke, his mannerisms and locker room nicknames and pregame routine, and Nico was just tired of always looking for someone who was never his, tired of coming up empty.

The first year afterwards, Nico couldn’t even look at his old locker: as if he was the only one responsible for Jack’s leaving and the guilt was close to crushing him, one of those quiet, tragic hurts he never truly knew how to share. He’d look at Luke and see the same heartbreak on his face.

Luke’s gone now, swept away in offseason free agency. Nico is happy that he’s playing well, at least. The Wings are good. Better than the Devils right now. And the Canucks, but that part speaks for itself.

“He had an awesome season,” says Nico. Second place in Norris voting. “Tell him I said congratulations.”

Jack grins. “Obviously. Thanks for taking care of him,” he says. “After I got traded. Like, I think it was the first time he actually had to learn how to cook, and shit. God knows I couldn’t have taught him myself.”

“I had to get him out of ordering takeout somehow. He was going to die otherwise.”

Late twenties and early thirties blend in Nico’s brain. Now, thirty years old is far enough in the rearview mirror that everything in the interim feels the same, a foggy lacuna from the first time they qualified for the playoffs to their first Cup win. The years when they thought nothing could hurt them, that the worst had passed long ago, young and stupid and too reckless to care about the idea that the future might not swing in their favour. And even off the ice: nighttime drives on the turnpike, the closest they could get to the end of the world. The hum of tires along the rumble strip, watching the light hug the soft planes of Jack’s face. Nico had tried so hard to stay away from Jack, those years.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Jack says in self-defense. He raises his hands. “We cooked sometimes.”

“For loose definitions of ‘cooked.’ And ‘sometimes.’”

Jack makes a face. “You make it sound a lot worse than it was. I got it together eventually. When it stopped being—okay, I guess. That I didn’t know how to be an adult. And I couldn’t get away with it anymore.” He worries at his lower lip with his teeth, folds his hands in his lap. “I wanted to—” his voice stumbles, stops. “Never mind.”

There’s a curl of hair falling into his eyes that Nico wants to brush away. Nico wants too much: he wants to ask Jack to finish the sentence, wants to say why didn’t you talk to me for five fucking years, wants to know why Jack came to his apartment if not to apologize for the last five years of silence.

He wants to put his fist through the wall, kick something, but he’s almost forty and should know better, so really he wants to go outside for a long walk until his throat no longer itches. He wants to crawl out of his skin until he’s so far away he can’t see Jack. He wants Jack to leave and he wants to stop him from ever leaving again. He just wants to hear him say sorry.

“Sure,” says Nico, curt. “Good for you.”

Jack wavers. “What?”

He rubs his forehead. “Jack, I just. I’m glad you’re doing better, but I still don’t know how long you’re planning to be here.”

Nico hears Jack’s breath hitch. “Not that long,” he answers, and then he flashes his brightest smile, all-American and pearly white, to make up for the pause before his reply. “I’m—sorting some stuff out, that’s all. Told Quinn it was unfinished business. But I can go. If you don’t, uh. If you don’t want me.”

“It’s—no,” Nico responds. He runs a hand through his hair and does not admit that Jack Hughes is all he’s ever wanted. “You can stay.”

Jack looks down at the table. “I’ll get it together,” he says, quieter, and it strikes Nico, for a second, the reality of it. “I promise. I’ll get my shit together soon.”

During Jack's whole first season with the Canucks, Nico dreamed about having him back in New Jersey, eating dinner with him and falling asleep on the couch before Jack could make it back to his own apartment. And now Jack’s here, eating his food, staying in his apartment, and Nico thinks that his most self-pitying dreams didn’t do shit to prepare him for it. “I didn’t. I’m not asking you to fulfill any promises,” he tells Jack. “Do whatever you have to. But the season starts soon.”

“Soon,” echoes Jack, his face shuttering. “You’re right.” He pokes at the rest of his dinner. He plays with a noodle, twirls it around his fork and drops it back in the takeout box.

“Jack,” Nico says. “Are you—is there something wrong?”

“No,” Jack says, too fast, brittle. “Not something wrong, I just, uh. I have to make some decisions. Tired of trying to be an adult, I guess.” He holds up the leftover takeout. “You want me to pop this in the fridge, or do you have a container I can put it in?”

#hrpf for ts #untitled redacted retirement fic project #yun replies

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japannkenn · 2 years ago

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Ao3 wrapped questions!

❤️

3, 11, 12, 15, 17, 22,

Thanks for the questions!

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

AHAHAHAH ok so I can’t choose, so I narrowed it down to three. First up has to be, of course, my newest fic When In Venice. It is definitely one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m obsessed with the dynamic between Luca and Alberto I managed to create. I really don’t know! There’s something about it. I love drunk, lethargic Luca falling madly in love with Alberto (a man, who quite literally is a complete stranger) and being confused and hesitant about it because of his true identity. That sentiment is wholly inspired by But First, Coffee by jofngve and Annie_Mantic. It’s not as prominent as I’d like, but it’s there and I think it’s the perfect drama only Luca would struggle with. He’s my special boy <3. It’s just so fun and fresh and I’m very proud of it. I really wish more people would see it, because I feel like it’s really telling of who I am as a writer ,,, if that makes any sense. I love wacky, funny, romantic stuff! And there it is :)

That aside, my second favorite fic of mine would be he looks up, grinning like a devil because…. Come on. It’s hilarious. I crack myself up. Who doesn’t love Crack Treated Seriously? I feel like I have a lot of great one-liners and prose (imagery) in there, I love the way Luca is just shamelessly horny for Alberto and how he’s made it his end-all-be-all mission to hook up with him. But the best part is Alberto’s exasperation over it. It’s solid gold and just,,, eek! Also I might be a bit biased towards it because of the memories it holds! I began writing it while on vacation in Oahu, Hawaii. I was sitting on the oceanfront view balcony of my hotel at night, watching the dark waves roll, and laughing my ass off.

Last one might be kiiiinda controversial. My (vaguely implied?) Giulberto fic, Marcovaldo Muscoli. It was written very sincerely when I was personally struggling with the same feelings as Giulia in the fic. Plus, it’s fun, it’s fresh, it’s relatable. I love to project onto these characters (did I mention that?). It talks about gender envy and identity, puberty, familial relationships in regards to adopted siblings, weird and potentially controversial feelings, that kind of thing. I love it! It’s my little black sheep! Something from the heart as a growing teen <3

What work took you the longest to write?

braised in the sand. It was written over a five month span and I completed the story before posting it. So I started writing it in March (after re-reading god only knows by secretsoup and promptly kickstarting my Luca phase all over again. Believe it or not, I got over Luca once but it yanked me back down by the reigns again 😂 I have the lovely Luca writers to thank for this <3 ((👀skypied, brunosaderogatory, The-Ressurection-3D, pinkplaidmoonshine, chemicalesbian, secretsoup, jofngve, Annie_Mantic, whalecarcass, 👋👋👋 HI)) and posted it in August. I thought having scheduled chapters would be a fun thing to try—spoiler alert: it’s not. Or at least not for me. I was too eager to post everything! Hats off to the authors out there who have the discipline to wait and schedule when chapters are posted 😅

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

I have about two WIPS and probably a thousand unposted fics in my docs. They don’t concern me lol. I’m the type of person that starts something and obsesses over it, promptly forgetting about everything else I’ve got waiting to be finished 💀

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

A fic called Somewhere In Northern Italy, a Luca x Call Me By Your Name AU 😂 it’s funny. And no, Luca is actually Oliver in this one💋

Your favorite character to write this year?

Alberto Scorfano. Of course. Alberto. He’s my bean. My baby. My kin. My love. My lifeline. I love to project onto him. I have some TMI personal issues? Alberto does too. I’m sad? So is Alberto. I’m hungry? Oh, Alberto too. He’s great! He’s versatile! I can stretch and shape him like a piece of taffy! His life in Portorosso actually sucks™️, now look at that, he’s a gondolier from Venice! Yes! Yes!!!!

Which work has the most comments?

braised in the sand, but mostly from a single reader (which I love and appreciate <3) AHAHAHAH lol. That said, AO3 Luca fandom is deaddd so despite all the TLC I pour into my fics, hardly any comments! Which sucks! And I know the other Luca writers agree. But it’s fine. Great, even. I wouldn’t change it for a thing!!!

Thanks for the questions! I had fun! Pass em’ along!

#ask game #answered ask #archive of our own #alberto scorfano #luca paguro #giulia marcovaldo #pixar luca #luca 2021 #luberto #disney luca #ciao alberto #fanfiction #luca

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longestlive · 1 year ago

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Mick moved his fingers inside her delivering motions he knew would bring her closer to the edge. He let go of her hips just to find her tits and pinch one between his pointer and forefinger. Mick did it all without stopping his fingers inside of her. He explored, kissed, and licked a bit more, and he did it all, grinning up at her like a devil.

he is the true definition of a man taylor describe in cruel summer, like woah this man is written by taylor but lana at the same time, but this time he's totally written by doja cat because look at him here, “i'm not done with you yet”

but hear me out, this whole mick wilding time is really feeling right with doja cat's freak, like the duality of this man is insane, and this???

“I love you so much,” Mick echoed, holding her jaw and directing her lips to his mouth. His lips parted, and their tongues found each other in a hungry kiss, the sweet taste of watermelon sugar still present, along with hints of the alcohol they shared earlier. “I appreciate you,” he confided, hands holding her body closer and changing positions so now Yn was directly under him, his torso between her parted legs. “I’m crazy about you,” Mick kept going, warm lips trailing down to her jaw and neck. Yn tangled her fingers between his golden strands in a silent cry for him to not distance his lips from her, for him to keep going forever.

I'M INSANE FOR HIM

Rosy cheeks, salty hair, warm bodies | MS47

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her)

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: not proofread; mentions public sex (but not really); graphic description of sex; p in v; oral (fem receiving); orgasm denail; mentions of food and alcohol; +18 (minors DNI);

Summary: After finally matching their schedules and booking a trip together, Yn and Mick decide to go to Mallorca for a well-deserved break. The fact that they went weeks without seeing one another and the tension around the hot weather and beach garments only helped build the momentum in which her boyfriend would absolutely ruin her in bed.

A/n: It's my first time posting a smut piece (stand-alone/one-shot), so I'm kinda nervous about the feedback lol I hope this was just enough description without getting boring or over-detailed. I got too carried away and ended up writing 5k when it was supposed to be a small smut just over 1k. Anyways, hope you guys like it, please let me know in the comments and asks (the anon option is working, so if you're shy feel free to use it) *mwah* 🤍

Based on this request. I hope I was able to deliver, nonny! 💙

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“Micky, can you help me with my bikini?” Yn whined stalking inside the room. Mick, who was lying on the bed, took his eyes off his phone to face Yn holding the most provocative piece of bikini he ever saw against her chest. Wind gushed inside the room through the open curtains, and the strings from her bottom piece moved deliciously against her tanned skin, her curls on top of her head moving like waves as well.

They were in Mallorca for a vacation after finally matching their schedules and taking a week off, far away from everyone and everything work-related. It wasn’t easy to see each other between race weeks, work, and classes, so both of them were hell-bent on spending as much time together as possible during the few days they got. Their friends were aware that for half of their break, Mick and Yn were each other's priorities, and they would give friends and family the attention, but only after working on the yearning for the other.

“Sure,” he smiled, pushing his body to the edge of the bed, and before he could get up, Yn was stepping between his legs, tits smashed behind her arm and the flowing piece of clothing right in front of him.

Yn gave him a small smirk, turning around, and recklessly, or rather, purposely as the Schumacher knew his girlfriend very well, leaving the white bathing suit fall to the ground, “oops,” a giggle escaped her lips, and she bent to pick it up. Now, her ass was right in front of him, barely covered by the white fabric. It was as if she was giving him a show, exposing every inch of her to him in the most provocative way just to rile him up. Mick felt his body get warm, hands twitching to knead and touch her flash, but he was a patient man. He mastered the game she was trying to play.

Maybe that was the reason she wanted to play in the first place: she knew he would take the reigns, knew he would bottle up all his pent-up frustration only to give it to her in the form of pleasure in bed.

“Two knots?” Mick asked, already starting to twist the strings into a second know, as it was common for Yn to ask for it in a way to secure her bathing suit in place.

“No, just one,” she surprised him with her answer and made his ears perk up with the addition, “It’s easier to take it off that way.”

Mick held in a breath, and bite his lips before letting go of the white piece and giving two taps on her bum to let her know he was finished.

“Thank you, handsome,” Yn turned around, leaving a peck on his pink lips and running back to the bathroom.

Mick knew he was in for a long day. He would go as far as to consider he was in for a long week because that was just Yn. She knew how to play his game, how to feed his imagination, how to push him to the edge only for them to jump together. She could very well keep the provocative jokes going around for the whole vacation. It was just the of them after all. They had yet to christen some spaces in the house.

It wasn’t long before they were both on the boat, the sun scalding against his skin as Mick found just the perfect spot to let the yacht float lightly with the waves. Away from the possibility of people on Land watching and far far away from other boats. It was them, the sun, and the calm waters.

“Love, you have to reapply your sunscreen,” Yn instructs with a bottle of the cream in her hands.

“You should too,” he mumbles when Yn starts putting the lotion on his cheeks, Mick’s hands instantly finding her waist to bring her body closer.

“I will, but your skin is more sensitive than mine. I don’t want you looking like a lobster later,”

“I think I rock the rosy cheeks.” It’s a joke, but he does, in fact, look stunning to Yn, especially after soaking up the sun and showing up with a new color to his face. It’s endearing.

“You do, but I’m not the biggest fan of the same color on your back, for instance,” she starts, skilled hands applying the lotion on his large shoulders. She kneads Mick’s skin and muscles under her fingers, leaving a kiss on the column of his neck and adding, “It wouldn’t be that fun to leave nails mark on your skin when it's sore. Takes away all the fun.”

And oh, did he understand exactly what she was talking about.

As the day went by, her provocative behaviors only got worse. She got bolder, going as far as taking off her bikinis to “tan properly” and leaving the two small pieces of fabric hanging on the yacht’s metal bar. They swam, joked around, and ate the food packed in the morning. It was so exhilarating to be just the two of them without work obligations looming around. Their shoulders seemed more relaxed, eyes lazily admiring everything around, body and mind completely calm.

“I love you,” Yn whispered, giving Mick one more bite of the watermelon they were sharing. His pink lips curled up in a smile, the juice from the fruit escaping and sliding to his chin. Yn admired the image before dipping her face to his and licking the spot clean.

Mick was the perfect lover, and as the sun started to change positions in the sky, bathing their wet bodies in its sunlight, illuminating the scene as if the big star was watching it, Yn couldn’t help but to feel the luckiest woman alive.

“You’re so perfect,” his elbow left the ground, his body lowering on top of hers, and his now free hand squeezed her ass. “Everything about you is perfect,” Mick stated before kissing her hard nipples against the top of the white bikini. She swore she could feel his warm mouth suck it, yet Mick did not move the clothing, just directed his face closer to her again and captured her lips in another kiss.

And as much as Yn expected her boyfriend to lose control and make love to her on top of his boat, she knew he wouldn’t do so, not today, at least. She suspected the make-out session was very much intentional, to make her horny and somehow work as a payback for all the teasing she did throughout the day.

“The sun will set in some hours. We should go back,” Mick mumbled, still assaulting Yn’s neck. “I’m cooking for you tonight,” he added.

Yn smiled, caressing his back, his muscles relaxed under her nails, “I’m starving.”

“I’m gonna feed you well, stuff you full of...” he trailed off because her lips bite his. If Mick kept throwing double-meaning words at her, she wouldn’t be able to wait until they got home. “Full of pasta, Schatz. I’m cooking pasta tonight,” he teased, and they both burst out laughing.

“We better get going if you really wanna cook dinner.” Yn pressed a peck to Mick’s cheeks, and he got up, adjusting his swim shorts and then helping Yn up as well.

The ride back to the coast was peaceful, and they took the time to admire the place a bit more, the clear waters even clearer with the sunlight. Families, friends, and couples, swimming around and enjoying the weather and the free time. Everything seemed inviting and tranquil.

They took the car back to the house, and Mick didn’t let space for Yn to suggest a joint shower. He knew if they got inside the bathroom together, they wouldn’t leave for dinner or anything sooner than in the morning. So he took the safe option and went shower in the guest suite while Yn got ready in their room.

“Did you take classes? It smells fantastic,” Yn voiced when she emerged from the bathroom. Mick was already fully dressed, in black slacks and a white polo shirt, he was barefoot, and his salty hair was sticking everywhere, still naturally drying after the shower.

“I did, in fact,” he chuckled, adding a bit of salt to the sauce. “I used my free day during the France GP to make a gastronomic tour, and they offered a free course on some dishes,” he explained before turning around to face Yn. She saw the moment he gulped, eyes trailing down her figure and taking in the sundress hugging her curves just right.

The green fabric was just the perfect shade against her tanned dark skin, although Mick suspected there wasn’t a color that wouldn’t go with her tone. Anything Yn wore, she did it flawlessly, and he would never get tired of watching her with different sets and colors going around her day as if things were normal. Meanwhile, he was trying to stop his heart from bursting through his throat.

“You like it?” she asked a bubbly tone to her voice, twirling her dress around.

“Did I like it?” Mick echoes, putting his two hands on his hips and doing a once over on Yn again. “I fucking adored it, Schatz,” he panted, and she smiled.

Mick winked at her and turned back to the stove in a poor attempt to calm his nerves. They had to have dinner before eating dessert. He reminded himself.

“I’m taking you on a ride later,” some minutes passed until the German mentioned, now skipping to the pasta dough, it was ready to go into the pan.

“Oh, then let me switch for pants,” Yn pointed at her dress, and Mick smirked.

“Nah, you got just the right outfit for my plans.”

Her eyebrows went up for less than a second before her mind registered the double meaning behind his words, a chuckle passing between her lips. She absolutely adored his dirty side and how it started coming out in hints and soft words before going on full mouthy.

“Let me help you with dinner,” it was not a question, and Mick knew she was plotting something when she got in front of him, reaching for the cupholder when he had yet to give her instructions.

Her ass brushed against his crotch, and he bites his lips to keep both, the groan from escaping his throat, and his hands from grabbing her hips and smashing her flesh harder against him. But Mick knew sex worked like the art of cooking sometimes. You had to be patient with the right timing, not too soon, or it will be undercooked, not too late as it can get burned.

However, Yn was still in her teasy mood, and Mick couldn’t do anything but try to hold himself back. At least until he finished dinner. Yn knew it was taking him everything, especially because Mick loved to feed and fuck her, most of the time on this order, but not always. Nonetheless, considering their lunch was a packed sandwich and fruits back in the boat hours ago, she knew he would make sure she had food on her belly and enough energy to keep up with his stamina.

So dinner prep was harder than Mick anticipated, and for as curious as it seems, it was the same for Yn. She was the one teasing, but Mick, sure as well, knew how to pay with the same coin, so when they sat at the table to eat, they were both flushed and eager to be over with the food. The latter was indeed as tasty as the smell gave out, and Yn did not hold back her praises to her boyfriend about how good his course was and how she was excited for when he would try some new recipe again.

After they were both finished, Mick stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen, claiming it was time for dessert, and for a second, Yn believed him until her boyfriend showed up at the table empty-handed.

Well, not empty-handed per se.

Mick had two protein bards and two bottles of water in hand. A playful smirk was on display on his lips.

“Dessert is a protein bar?” Yn wondered aloud.

“Nah, that’s for later,” Mick murmured before sitting back on his chair and putting up his palm for Yn, silently asking for her hand. She held it, and he motioned for her to get up and stand between his open legs and the table, “Did you already forget what my dessert was supposed to be?” he teased, and Yn felt her legs shake in anticipation. “What? Cat got your tongue, Schatz?”

Mick’s hand brought her body closer by the waist, face dipping and bit and appreciating the view of her hard nipples against the fabric of the green dress right in front of his face. He parted his lips just enough to roll one between his teeth, wetting the fabric, and, consequently, Yn’s panties.

She whimpered.

Mick smiled, finally hearing something from her.

“You made my job a lot easier wearing this piece, babe,” it was said out loud, but it seemed as if Mick was talking to himself for a second. Yn was too absorbed between the feeling of his mouth playing and teasing her boobs and his skilled hands traveling the length of her dress, dipping under it to share her attention.

“Micky,” Yn chanted before he smashed their lips together in a sloppy kiss.

There was a hint of wine mixed with her balm, and Mick had to withdraw for a second to let the guttural noise go past his lips. Yn swallowed it in a new kiss, fingers gripping his hair tightly and bringing him closer, taking what she wanted without an ounce of hesitation.

“You teased me too much. I’m not letting you get away with it,” the German interrupted, dipping his hands under her dress one more time, except this time, his fingers found the side of her panties and pushed it down to her ankles. A grin formed on Mick’s face when he noticed the wet spot in the middle of the clothing. Yn stepped off the piece, and he directed her body right on top of the table, legs spread for him, pussy right in front of his face.

What a dessert.

If his temper weren’t so controlled, he could easily rip his pants and fuck her until everyone on that island knew how hard they went in bed. However, he wasn’t that guy. He knew exactly how to work Yn’s body, and this week was all about extending their pleasure and taking their time.

He had the energy to do so.

And that he did when he held Yn’s ankle, opening her legs even wider while kissing her inner thighs. Yn shudders when his breathing hits her center, and there’s a jolt on her body when his lips finally make contact with her pussy. Mick pays attention to everything, kissing, touching, and tracing. It’s almost infuriating how good he is at it, mainly because some things just happen naturally, such as when he’s licking her entrance and his nose has just the perfect size to bump against her clit in a friction that makes her toes curl but still are not enough to make her cum.

And Mick knows that. He knows exactly what his body and actions do to Yn, and he has fun in the process. He enjoys every stage of sex with Yn, and maybe that’s why they find solace in giving each other pleasure. Mick gets hard just at the thought of giving head to Yn, and you could definitely say the same about Yn.

“You so wet,” he jibes, sucking her clit just enough to make her moan louder. “Look at me, Schatz, look at the mess you’re making on my face,” and didn’t she look?!

The scene of Mick between her legs, jaw, and mouth glistening with her juices, eyes a shade darker, and lips parted, ready to dive in again, was enough to bring another whimper out of her.

“Please, Mick,” she pleaded, and his sly grin only grew bigger.

“You spent the whole day testing me. Now you’re going to take it like a good girl. I’m not even close to finishing with you.”

And then his lips were attached to her clit again, sucking, licking, and drawing figures. When her hips roll off the table and up to his mouth, pushing his face impossibly closer, Mick groans, lacing his arm around her torso and keeping her in place, “Be. Fucking. Patient.” Each word was punctuated by a flick of his tongue on her most sensitive spot, and Yn can’t help but cry his name.

“Babe, please, use your fingers,” it’s a whine, a plea, after minutes of Mick lazily sucking and licking her pussy. Each time he does it gets wetter. It’s like her body is hanging on his mercy and his wants.

Yn feels his lips pull against her pussy before he withdraws, kissing around her legs, and finally, fucking finally –she sighs– he inserts one finger inside. It’s not enough, though it stretches her just right until a second and longer finger makes its way inside too. Yn’s body shakes from pleasure, and she squeezes her tits harder under her own hands.

“Mick, it feels so good,” the praise escapes between her lips, and he takes the opportunity to insert yet another finger. This time she screams his name, and the blonde knows she’s getting closer to her climax.

She was looking fucking fantastic in front of him, and, for a second, he saw himself considering the possibility of delaying her orgasm for a while longer, only to watch her body sprawled on top of the table, legs spread, dress bunched up her hips, one of its sleeves unabashedly down revealing her hard nipple and tit, hair around her head like a crown.

She was a sigh for sore eye.

“Best fucking dessert ever,” Mick vowed.

He watched as Yn bite her lip, her hips pushing closer to him, back arching and toes curling, he watched it all unfold, and he wanted to keep that image engraved on his mind forever. The image and the feeling of her fingers threading through his hair, pushing his face closer to her entrance, seeking her own high without an ounce of shame.

The wait was so worth it.

“C’mon, Schatz, you can let go,” he mumbled against her pussy, taking her clit between his lips and rolling his tongue just right to throw Yn over the edge.

She screamed his name. She whimpered at him. It was him she praised and thanked as she rode her high with his fingers still inside her, lips and tongue helping her through the wave so it would last longer.

Mick smiled against her thighs before pushing up the chair and kissing his way up to her neck. His fingers worked on her dress to remove it completely, and Yn could only sigh in a relaxed instance while her boyfriend worked on the sweet spot on her neck.

“How was dessert?” she whispered, and Mick chuckled.

“Fucking phenomenal, Schatz. It tasted like heaven,” his words were delivered while his ocean-blue eyes stared right into her, and her body shuddered deliciously. “Here,” Mick dipped his face close to her lips, and Yn was quick to kiss him feeling the wet spots on his jaw work against her skin.

She groaned, and he grounded his hard-on against her lower half involuntarily.

“Fuck me, just fuck me, Mick,” and oh, there was something so dirty about the whole scene. Yn was lying completely naked, asking to be fucked, while Mick was still dressed up.

“Not yet. Opposed to you, I was patient, and so I deserve to have dessert again,” He smirked. “I want you to listen attentively ok, love?” Yn could only nod, and Mick kept going. “We’re going to the bedroom, and you’re going to sit on my face. Not that hovering shit you like to pull up sometimes, you’re full-on sitting, and I’m gonna eat you out for a bit longer, just so you can understand how things work when you tease your boyfriend the whole day. Then, and only then, I’m fucking you, ass up, face down. If you behave, you get to have a fourth orgasm.”

Yn nodded again, and Mick shook his head, “I wanna hear your voice, Schatz.”

“I’m sorry, Micky. I won’t tease you anymore, and I’m sitting on your face just like you want me to.”

And that she did.

“Good girl,” the blonde praised when Yn kept her hips still for him to insert a finger inside. Her walls involuntarily wrapped around his digits. She was way too needy, and he almost gave up his games to give her what she wanted. Her orgasm came in shockwaves, this time harder than the first, and her body toppled backward, back finding the soft mattress between a series of swears and praises directed to her boyfriend.

Mick kissed her naked body, fingers lazily caressing her sweaty skin, praising her silently. He reached for the water bottle, uncapped it, and planted a kiss on her jaw before handing it to her. Yn motioned for him to hold her up, and he laughed, putting her body in a seating position, supporting her back in case she fell. Yn gulped down the water and sighed, enjoying the break.

“Do you want a protein bar now, meine Süße?”

“Please,” she put her hands together in a plea and then took another swing from the bottle. Mick chuckled yet again and opened the small bar handing it to his girlfriend. “Thank you,” Yn breathed.

She passed him the bottle, and Mick finished the water while watching her munch on the bar. Yn glanced at her fingers stained with chocolate syrup, and before she could clean them, Mick’s lips were attached around them licking them clean.

“Tell me you’re finally fucking me, Mick,” Yn cried out, “I love it when you give me head, but right now, I need your dick. Inside me,” she added the last part running her nails over his neck. “Or you could let me suck you too. I wouldn't mind.”

And it was crazy how crude and free she could be around him without fear of judgment, never had Yn, in all her life, experienced love this way. The kind of love that can be both dirty and still warm and make you giggle. Mick was the perfect balance between both. He was a gentleman, he was careful, he was loving. But he knew when to be rough and dirty-mouthed, and oh, when he did, it was like experiencing a piece of heaven.

“You don’t deserve it right now,” Schumacher pondered, caressing her jaw, his fingers drawing around her cheekbones and coming straight into her open mouth. Yn sucked two digits in, twirling her tongue around and hollowing her cheeks, which cost a shudder followed by a grunt from Mick.

“But you do. C’mon, Micky.”

He shook his head, traced her face one more time, and then started to strip himself. When all his clothes are on the ground, Mick doesn’t waste any time fitting his body between Yn’s legs, mouth naturally finding hers in a languid kiss. His fingers knead the flesh of her ass pulling out pants from her. Mick could feel the familiar and impatient rise of her hips, pussy leaking her juices on the naked skin of his abs, “You’re gonna turn around now, stick your ass up, lie your face down, and let me fuck you just right, ok?” There’s a beat of silence, Yn trying to keep from trashing under Mick and begging him to just stick it in. She was so sensitive it wouldn’t take long for her third orgasm to hit. “I asked you a question, Schatz,” Mick pinched her nipple between his pointer and forefinger, and Yn whined but gathered the energy she just got from the protein barn to turn around and do exactly as told, once again body completely exposed and opened to her boyfriend. The confidence in the effects her curves had on him, and the certainty of a reward coming, only made the moment more electric.

When Mick finally slides in, they both let out shaky breaths and although his dick goes easily all the way inside with the help of her moisture, her body still needs a second to accommodate his full size. The angle is just perfect. Mick has access to the headboard to steady himself if needed, he controls the pace by holding her waist, and his hands can travel around her whole body with ease. And that’s what he does.

With one of his hands positioned on Yn’s waist, he massages her ass with the other one and bends his body just enough to leave a wet kiss on the place where her neck and shoulders meet. She whines again because the movement just changed his position inside. Yn silently looks for his hands, squeezing them, and it’s all the confirmation Mick needs to now direct both hands to her midsection, and pull all the way out before slamming his hips against hers in a swift motion.

His eyes roll back when she shudders and moans his name loudly. The Schumacher was grateful the house was theirs and only theirs for the whole week. Otherwise, everyone would hear what the couple was up to.

Hips snapping again, it was Mick’s turn to let out his noises, hands coming down on Yn’s ass in a sharp slap when she rocked back against him just right and hit a spot that sent both of them to see stars.

“Micky, you’re filling me up so good,” Yn panted.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he husked, and she moaned louder. “Go ahead. You can moan as loud as you want. Let me hear you, babe. Who’s filling you up good, huh?”

“Answer. Me.” He punctuated each word with a deep stroke, and Yn could feel the coil starting on her stomach and traveling to her lower belly.

“You, Mick- oh fuck,” Yn choked. “You’re the only one to make me feel this way.”

The Schumacher bent his body, nipping at Yn’s neck without stopping the snap of his hips. Yn pressed her eyes closed, trying to stand on her elbows, Mick’s lips quick to find hers in a sloppy kiss, smiling and moaning, swallowing every dirty word whispered. His fingers traveled to her front and flicked against her clit, pressing and pinching it, bringing Yn to the edge.

“I’m about to cum, Mick.”

“No, you’re not coming yet,” he breathes the order, lips kissing and biting her neck, hips thrusting, and fingers moving. It’s too much, and Yn can’t help but voice it loudly. It’s way too good, but it’s also way too much. She wouldn’t be able to hold back, and just when she was about to reach that peaceful space, to snap the coil on her belly, Mick stopped everything.

“Mick!” It was a frustrated plead, and he turned her on her back, smiling up like a devil.

“Want you to look at me,” he rasped, and she mewled when he buried himself inside her again without much ceremony. The new angle brought more intimacy, and when her legs opened wider, lacing themselves around it, they knew it was enough to make them cum even faster than they would before.

Yn raked her nails through the skin of his back, and Mick rutted harder against her pussy, his hands looking for leverage on the headboard before sliding off and thrusting in harder. He repeated the motion some more until Yn grabbed him by his golden chain and smashed their foreheads together, “Tell me what you want. Use your words,” Mick ordered.

“Let me cum, kiss me, touch me,” she begged, and Mick rolled his eyes back from pleasure. There was something so unique about having that side of her, a side only he could see.

“Spread your legs wider, touch yourself, and don’t take your eyes off me, m’kay?”

“Ok,” Yn nodded and did exactly as told, fingers lazily playing with her clit while he kept his pace going. Her free hand found his shoulders holding it for support when Mick ducked his head and took her boob inside his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud and teeth scraping it lightly.

She could feel her body dissolving into pleasure, pushing her to the edge, toes curling, eyes involuntarily starting to shut, but there he was, face near her again, kissing and nipping her jaw and eyes finding hers and then sinking his dick in a hard thrust, just what Yn needed to topple over, nails digging harder on Mick’s back.

“Don’t hold back, Schatz,” he cooed, slowing his movements but not stopping. “You did so well. Can you take just one more?”

She was still dizzy in ecstasy, adrenaline coursing through her body. Her fingers tangled on his chain again, and Mick obliged, kissing her hard and starting a new series of thrusting, gridding, and hutting, now searching for his own relief.

Yn contracted her pussy, her body still riding the orgasm. It was hell and heaven, and Mick could only take so much. He tried closing his eyes, but it was her turn to bark a simple order, “Keep your eyes on mine, Mick. I wanna see you cum.”

And that he did. He stared deep into Yn’s eyes while his body switched paces on its own accord, from fast and hard, to lazy and deep, and then hard again, until he couldn’t take it anymore, his features going dark, pink lips spelling all the most profanes and dirty things imaginable before his hips stilled coming inside her, taking yet another orgasm from Yn.

They collapsed together in bed, his body on top, dick still twitching inside her.

“That was…woah-” Yn’s voice was raspy, and Mick chuckled, moving his face to the side to plant a kiss on her neck.

Yn’s fingers threaded through Mick’s short strands, massaging his scalp while they evened out their breaths.

“Is there more from that pasta we had for dinner?” Yn asked, and the German kissed his way to her chest, resting his head there and letting out a sigh of pleasure.

“I’m gonna grab it for you, and then we’re going at it again in the shower. I’m not done with you yet.” He reached for the other water bottle by the nightstand and unclasped it, taking a swing and pushing it toward Yn.

“I guess that’s what I get for dating an athlete, huh?” she joked before sitting up slightly and sipping her water.

“Oh, but you love it, don’t you?”

Yn smiled bright and big. Her body was floating after four orgasms and so much affection, “I do. I love you.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years ago

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Can you do HP boys reacting to being called daddy for the first time?

pairing(s): reader x every male i've ever written for

warning(s): 18+, daddy kink (obviously), dom/sub roles, mentions of sex/sexual activities

a/n: i love a good daddy kink so this was definitely a treat for me

harry potter

shocked

baffled

literally the pikachu meme

but then he gets all 'fuck yeah i'm the chosen one'

aka 'fuck yeah i am daddy'

his already high confidence is at an all time high

ron weasley

immediately into it

absolutely rails the fuck out of you after

like you literally have no idea where the confidence came from

dirty talk at an all time high

you will be cumming multiple times that night

fred weasley

the smuggest fucking grin you have ever seen

makes you repeat it a million times

has you screaming it by the end of the night

mean dom activated

the man is an absolute menace

ofc he would edge you until you were fucked stupid

george weasley

'are you sure you want to start this, darling?'

he says, right before destroying you from the inside out

was already into it before you but didn't wanna bring it up

the dirtiest things come out of this man's mouth

absolutely a pleasure dom

overstimulation station *alllllll aboard*

neville longbottom

didn't know he was into it before you said it

immediately gets the hardest he has ever been in his life

overwhelmed at first

but he kinda just rolls with

and gives exactly what you wanted

the experience of a lifetime

you guys definitely talk about it after/in the morning

cedric diggory

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (cedric's version)

very smug about it

gets way kinkier than you thought he was

choking, hair pulling, biting, marking, spanking

basically he goes feral

draco malfoy

let's be real....... he brought it up first

he's already so dominant with you that it doesn't really change anything

but he is pleased by it

makes you say it over and over again

in any and all situations from that moment on, you will be calling him daddy

definitely becomes a 24/7 dynamic

absolutely demolishes your pussy

blaise zabini

his hand is immediately around your throat

and starts fucking you so much harder

that's when his dominant side really starts to come out

can flip between mean dom and soft dom at a moment's notice

absolutely brings up a breeding kink for him

sirius black

*he looks up grinning like the devil* (sirius' version)

he can go from 0 to 100 the second you call him daddy

wants to put you on your knees immediately

brat tamer!daddy sirius

loves how dominant it makes him feel having you underneath him screaming for daddy

remus lupin

i feel like he wouldn't be into it at first

but then it would keep happening because he is, in fact, daddy

so he kinda just rolls with it

and finds out he actually really likes it

it's a good way to let go of all his pent up energy

by destroying your pussy

james potter

definitely didn't know he was into it until you said it

but absolutely loses his goddamn mind

pounds the fuck out of your pussy

all your holes really, if we're being honest

absolutely loves the way you calling him daddy sounds

regulus black

absolutely adores it

loves hearing you whimper 'daddy' as he rails you

hard dom but not a mean dom

things get very kinky, very fast after that

like my man just lets lose an entire arsenal of kinks you didn't know he had but you love every second of it

tom riddle

we know this man loves a good title

fucking loves it

makes you call him daddy anytime you two are alone together

he really does consider it a very special thing

and that he has to work to earn that title

absolutely babies you anytime you get too needy

lucius malfoy

soz but i feel like he wouldn't really like daddy

he's more of a sir....or master

but regardless he takes it and runs with it

24/7 dynamic

he's already your sugar daddy anyways

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get-your-fics · 3 years ago

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aaaaaaahhhhh skinny love and the fallout were both so disturbing and beautifully written!!!! it would be great if you could write a third piece of her talking to edward in arkham and getting some Trauma discussion and catharsis from it!!

martyr

Summary: You stare the devil in the face.

Pairings: Edward Nashton x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Past non-con and kidnapping, spoilers

You decided to go through with it.

Not for the GCPD. You still despised that they were using you like a piece of cheese in a mouse trap. Not really for yourself, either. It was still all too fresh in your mind, the wounds still gaped open and bleeding, not even close to having begun to heal.

No, you were doing it for the people of Gotham. He’d hurt one too many innocent people already. You couldn’t allow him to hurt any more, and if there was something you could do to prevent more bloodshed, then you’d sure as hell do it, even if it meant putting yourself on the line in the process.

You supposed that was something you had in common with the vigilante walking down the halls of Arkham Asylum alongside you: selflessness to the point of self destruction.

The buzzer that sounded as the guards opened the door for you was deafening. Just as you were about to cross the threshold, a gloved hand shot out and grabbed your arm, holding you back.

You looked up at the piercing slate eyes boring into you. "You don’t have to do this, you know.” His voice was a gravelly whisper, just loud enough for you and you alone to hear. “It’s not too late to turn back.”

You turned your head to look through the open doorway at the metal shutters waiting for you. You let out a shaky breath. “It’s okay. I can do this.” You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but you figured saying it aloud would make it more true.

He gave you a small nod and rescinded his grip on your arm. You squared your shoulders and sucked in a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever was awaiting you on the other side.

You stepped through the doorway and moved towards the shutters with an even stride like you were marching to your own death. He followed you soundlessly, mirroring your movements like he was your own shadow.

You looked back when the door slammed shut behind you. The sound was deafening in the otherwise silent room, and there was something so definite, so final about it. You swallowed hard.

Your focus was drawn back to the shutters as they started to rise, the sound of metal grating against metal piercing your ears. You could feel yourself starting to shake, your legs trembling so bad you thought your knees would buckle and give out underneath you.

A warm hand slipped into yours and squeezed tight, stabilizing you and anchoring you back down to the earth. You risked a glance at the man beside you, but he was staring straight ahead, his face as blank and unreadable as usual. Still, you couldn’t help a small smile as you gave his hand a little squeeze back.

The shutters lifted completely to reveal Edward sitting behind a wall of glass. Your muscles locked into place, your fight or flight instincts taking over. He looked so oddly normal, with his oversized glasses and his russet hair. The only things out of place were the handcuffs and the orange-striped jumpsuit.

When his eyes landed on you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He said your name in a way that sent a chill down your spine. “You kept me waiting. I was wondering when you were finally gonna show.”

His gaze shifted to the figure hovering over your shoulder, his grin never wavering. “And you brought your guard dog with you. How quaint.”

Batman stepped forward menacingly, but you put your hand on his chest to stop him. Edward looked back and forth between the two of you and cackled.

“He’s just trying to get a rise out of you,” you whispered to him. “Don’t let him get under your skin.”

He stepped down. His jaw was set, and his hands were still clenched into fists at his sides, but you figured that was good enough for now.

You turned your attention back to the man on the other side of the glass. “This is between you and me, Ed. Leave him out of it.”

He gave you a knowing look. “But that isn’t quite true, is it? I doubt you came here to reminisce about the good times with me.”

Your pulse started racing. Of course he saw right through your pretense. “We know you have something else planned. Tell us what it is.”

He tilted his head. “They really thought they could just send you in here and I’d spill everything, huh?” He shook his head, his lips quirking into an amused smirk. “Cops never were the brightest, were they?”

“Edward, I mean it.” You hardly ever used his full name, only when you meant business. “If you ever…” You swallowed around the lump in your throat, blinking. “If you ever truly cared about me, you’ll tell me what it is.”

“Even if I did, it wouldn’t make a difference. You can't stop it; it’s already been set in motion.” He shrugged, an expression of faux-innocence written on his face. “Maybe if Batsy here had solved my riddle in time, you might’ve been able to prevent it. But it’s too late now.”

You narrowed your eyes at him scrutinizingly, a tick in your jaw. “Fine. I guess there’s no point in staying then, is there?” You whirled on your heel and headed for the door, calling to Batman over your shoulder, “Let’s go.”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard Edward cry out behind you. “Wait!”

You slowly turned around, concealing your pleased smirk. You knew you had him under your thumb now.

He was looking at you with big, round puppy dog eyes and his lips in a pout. It was the most vulnerable you’d seen him in a while. “Please, don’t leave.”

You walked back over to him. “Now you don’t want me to leave?”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I'm not an idiot. You may have everyone else fooled, but not me.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why did you give yourself up?”

He continued to play dumb, batting his lashes innocently. “What makes you think I did that?”

“Because I know you, Ed,” you snapped.

He looked like he was suppressing a laugh. “Do you really?”

You tried to hide the effect his words had on you. You’d thought you’d known him once, a long time ago: your nerdy, shy but cute childhood best friend you’d harbored a secret crush on. But now, you weren’t sure you’d ever truly known him in the first place.

You exhaled sharply through your nose. “You’re avoiding the question.”

“And so are you.” He raised a brow. “What you really want to ask is why I left you behind, isn’t it?”

You didn’t say anything. You continued to stare at him with a blank expression on your face, hoping he couldn’t see through the cracks in your stoic facade.

“I mean, what you’re really wondering is why I never told you anything in the first place.” He slowly rose from the chair, the legs screeching against the floor as it was pushed back. “You want to know why I didn’t trust you enough to include you in it.”

You remained silent, hardening your gaze. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you thought it might start bleeding.

“The answer is simple: I sacrificed myself for you. Everything I did was for you. I'll pay the price while you get to roam free, reaping the benefits of a new Gotham, a new world.” He pressed his hand against the glass, a fond look in his lovesick eyes. “I love you.”

You shook your head vehemently, angry tears springing to your eyes. “You don’t love me.” Your chin started to wobble. “What you did to me was not love.”

He lowered his gaze to the floor, appearing almost apologetic. “I didn’t intend for any of that to happen. I didn’t think you’d put together the clues I didn’t even know I was leaving behind. My one mistake was underestimating your brilliance.” He chuckled to himself. “Just more proof that we’re meant for each other, really.”

His head snapped up to look at you, his eyes glazing over. “And then with you there so close, knowing that soon the only time we’d be able to see each other was with a piece of glass between us, I just couldn’t help myself…”

Batman stepped in between you, shielding you from him. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

Edward’s gaze shifted from him to you and back. His eyes lit up like a switch had been flipped, turning on an imaginary lightbulb over his head. His mouth fell open, and a high-pitched giggle came out.

“Oh, this is precious.” He grinned mischievously. “You have the hots for her, don’t you, Batman?”

He didn’t dignify him with an answer. He merely continued to glare at him like the weight of his gaze alone would send him six feet below.

“No, no, don’t try to deny it. The way you look at her…” He pointed at him, tapping his finger against the glass. “Hell, I’d know that look anywhere.”

His attention pivoted to you, like a predator locking onto its prey. “Does he know what I did to you?” There was a sadistic sort of glee in his eyes, far from the Edward you used to know. “Does he know the way I ruined you, how you dripped with me for days?”

You started to shake again, cowering away from him as you started to hyperventilate. You squeezed your eyes shut and clamped your hands over your ears, trying to block him out. You felt like you were right back in the apartment with him, weak and defenseless. You couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that left your lips.

Batman slammed his fist against the glass, causing the whole wall to shake. “Shut your mouth or soon there won’t be anything in the way to keep me from you.” He bared his teeth, finally revealing a glimpse of that thinly-veiled rage you had picked up on when he’d happened upon you tied up on the floor and confirmed in the interrogation room. You wondered how long it’d been bubbling under the surface for.

“Face it, Bats! I won, you lost!” His face was inches from the glass. “Do you know the only thing more powerful than a hero?” he asked, and you wondered if this was another one of his riddles.

His eyes shone as he revealed the answer: “A martyr. And that’s what you’ve made me, a martyr. Martyrs have to suffer, but through their sacrifice, the people rally around them, and they’ll be remembered for centuries to come.”

You stopped shaking. Your eyes shot open, and you slowly lowered your hands. You rose to your full height. You weren’t at his mercy anymore.

“Is that so?” you spoke up.

His focus swiveled to you. “Of course.” He cocked his head. “Why, my dear? Do you disagree?”

“No, no, not at all. But if that’s the case…” Your heels clicked as you strutted towards him. “Then you’ve made me the greatest martyr of all.”

You relished in the way his face slowly dropped. “What?”

“You’ve made me suffer, and for that, I’ll be the one the people rally around.” You would rebuild yourself stronger than you were before, a phoenix rising from the ashes. You would wield the newfound power he gave you like a dagger. “I’ll be the one they remember, while you fade into obscurity, nothing more than a footnote in a history book.”

You watched as his carefully constructed arrogance started to crumble before your very eyes. “That’s not true.” His voice started to rise. “That’s not true!”

“Goodbye, Ed.” You took one long, last look at him, your confidence wavering for a moment before regaining your composure. “This is the last time you’ll ever see me.”

You looked up at the man at your side. “We’re done here,” you said curtly before turning your back on him and marching towards the door.

“No, wait! Come back!” Edward’s desperate shouts followed you as you left. He smacked his hands against the glass, spit flying from his lips like a feral animal foaming at the mouth. “Please! Don’t leave me here alone!”

When the door closed behind you, your chest hollowed out as you released the breath you’d been holding. You finally allowed the bravado you’d put on in front of him to slip, returning to your normal, everyday self, insecurities and all.

“Are you okay?” You looked up to find his eyes on you. “That was intense.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” You resisted the urge to rake your fingers through your hair.

“You don’t have to be okay, you know,” he insisted. “You may find it hard to believe, but I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve lost a part of yourself forever.”

That haunted look was back in his eyes again. You felt your heart constrict in your chest with empathy for him. You yearned to learn more about what made him like this, what drove him to lurking in the shadows and chasing after the most tortured minds in Gotham. But most of all, you wanted to make him feel better. But it never does get better, does it? The look in his eyes made that clear.

You had a long road ahead of you, martyr or not.

“Thank you for coming with me.” You fiddled with a loose thread on your sleeve, averting your gaze shyly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Anything you need, you let me know.” You could tell he wasn’t just blowing smoke up your ass. He was being genuine, the look on his face dead serious. “I mean it.”

You raised your head to meet his eye, and for the first time since you held his hand, your face broke out into a real smile. “I might actually take you up on that.”

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chaashni · 2 years ago

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Sweat For Me

You decide you want to be fucked. Bucky decides you need to be fucked.

Warnings: This is porn. Written porn. Smut. Please keep some holy water ready. Dom/Sub dynamics. Brattiness. Manhandling. Rough sex. Overstimulation. Gun kink kinda thing at the end. Choking. Metal arm kink. Slapping maybe. Pain kink. Authority kink. All that.

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It starts at the restaurant. Your hair catches the light from everywhere, spraying out in messy concentric rings from the individual strands. Your lips painted a bright red, pulled under your teeth, a sultry, invasive grin gracing them as you flick your eyes all over Bucky.

Bucky isn't sure of what he wants to do to you. A part of him always craves to worship you, hold you close, feel every gasp and curse and he pushes into you, your body digging into the mattress, his face buried between your breasts.

Another part was seconds from snapping, fingers twitching to drag you out of your seat and throw you over his lap, to spank you and finger you till you could barely think. Or sit.

Then you inched forward, lifting your glass of wine to your lips while your breast almost hung out from the little white dress you had worn, the outlines of the black lingerie you had dorned glaringly obvious under Bucky's piercing stare. Your tongue stroked a full circle over the rim of the wine glass, his growl making you shudder even as you nudged the tip of your heel to the side of his knee, crossing your legs till you could drag your shoe all along the inside of his thigh.

"You know, this place might be a little bland," Bucky circled his hands around your ankle just an inch from his crotch, infuriated eyes narrowed at you as your words were cut with a light gasp, before you leant back, tongue catching a drop of wine trailing down the side of your glass, lapping it up.

"But the leg space is good. I kinda like it here."

No you don't.

By the time Bucky would be done with you, you wouldn't even remember the name of this place, let alone the tremendous leg space it provided, or all the ways you had used the place to tease the hell out of him, and be a brat.

He slaps his debit card over the leathered bill holder, punching in the numbers and slamming the tip before he is yanking you out of your seat, groaning at how your stockings give definition to your legs, your gait slender even as he tugs you along.

"There isn't one place I can take you without you being a brat" he gritts, huffing when you smirk and fumble back, muttering something about the night being young.

Bucky is furious. He really is. He is also super stiff in his jeans, his cock aching from all the low whispers and sultry brushes of your lips over his ears, his jaws, your skin on his skin. The traces of your lingerie which peep out each time you are in a fairly lit place -that is everywhere you guys have been today- those thigh high lace socks, everything has been testimony to the fact that Bucky is a patient man.

Patience can go piss its pants now.

"Hey sarge," you call out, beaming at him even as you stagger to a halt, an innocence in your eyes like you hadn't been pouring acid over his boiling water for the last two hours. Even with adrenaline erratically fuelling through his veins, Bucky caught himself wondering how the hell could you manage that innocent expression, a glass-like silkiness to your features masking the devil's horns you wore whenever you were up to get a rise from him.

Bucky clenched his jaw, looking you over, his eyes stopping for a minuscule second at your breasts and the thin line of lace curtained behind the white, before he was narrowing them meanly at you again. Daring you to piss him off even more.

"Care for some ice cream?" You took the liberty to wrap his arm around your waist, pushing yourself to his chest and tugging at the collars of his leather jacket till he relented and placed his lips over your puckered up red ones. "I could use some chocolate to lick."

"Damn it." Bucky hissed, grabbing your jaw and crashing his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was filthy in the way that it got you moaning into his mouth, a flare of arousal heating through him as his tongue snaked in immediately. You stumbled backward, your grip on his collar feeble, prompting him to tighten his arm around you, keeping you pinned to himself. Your lips rolling between his teeth, he licked the hilt of your mouth, all of your lipstick smudged and your breath erratic and uneven.

He curled his hand around the back of your neck, holding you to him and kissing you. Bucky flipped you around, pinning you to the side of his car heavily, palms landing on both sides of your head, your leg slotted between his, your boobs bunched up under his hard chest.

Fuck.

"Still want the ice cream?" Bucky sounded cocky, voice low and words gravelly as you heaved heavily under him. He felt a high building up somewhere, the turbulence in your pulse pumping up the fire in his veins. His eyes seemed to sharpen with each second, the resolution of every imagery turning up a notch with each second.

He licked his lips, smirking at the sheen of sweat glossing your body as he crowded you, drinking you in. He watched as you flashed your eyes open, lust dusted and unfocussed. Even in your disgruntled state, hair flying out and lipstick smudged, you couldn't stop that smirk from flirting on your lips.

"Think you can give me anything better?" You chuckled a little, possibly at the surge of fury which cascaded Bucky's face at your flirty insulation, his rage not escaping even when you trailed your fingers to scoop the drops of sweat rolling down to the side of his jaw.

The hand touching him was yanked back in seconds at the glare he sent your way. His metal arm flung from the window of his car to lace around your throat, eyes darkening at the airy simper that escaped your lips. The sweet scent of your pussy mixed with the dewy flowers mixed in your perfume had him going feral, every nerve in his body craving to push you into the car, throw one of your legs over the seathead and pound into you till you were seeing stars, all your brattiness fucked out of you.

That he did.

Bucky yanked you closer to him by the neck, throwing the door of the backseat open- he might have ripped it off and he couldn't care less about it- before he was throwing you face first inside, your startled gasp and the thickening of your scent not missing his heightened senses.

Bucky felt like a wolf stalking its prey as he watched you crawl up on the seat, a dark chuckle tearing out of his throat at how easily you were submitting to him. Lifting your ass up like that. Spreading your thighs further so your dress could be pushed higher up, the creamy skin where your stockings ended visie to his predatory gaze.

He clicked his tongue menacingly, grabbing your hips and allowing himself a second to seal his feral desires under a more decisive approach, one which was a little long-drawn and brutally tethering, so you'd know exactly what you get for being the brat you are. Bucky wanted to give it to you good, he wanted nothing more than to watch you come apart under him, sobbing and thrashing around as your body would spasm with each stroke of his cock into your stuttering pussy, his hands thoroughly marked over every inch of your body. So you would know who is in charge. Who owns you.

You craned your neck, resting your shoulder on the seat, a sultry grin on your face even as you offered yourself to him. Bucky's primal urge to hold you down and make you fall apart till you were just a scattered mess of whines and trembles and need overtook every other thought. He just needed to have you, to hell with everything else. Like the very glaring fact that you two were in his car parked at the side of the street, and anybody could pass by and see what you were up to.

Domspace.

It was a state Bucky sometimes found himself in, a projection of his very obvious inclination to the thought of being in control. The adrenaline pumping through his veins at the very moment, the sharpness in his vision, the quick intake and processing of every stimulus around him, everything pointed to this headspace that was cutting through his being like a ship rolling in water.

At this point, Bucky didn't need to be enhanced to be automatically aware of everything going on around him and you, including each minuscule shiver raking down your body, the break of a few fallen leaves, the groan of the seats as he adjusted himself behind you, a few fading footsteps, the scratch of the heapy november wind against the streets.

Bucky loved it. Domscape brought with it the euphoria of cocktails and smokes, it made him feel powerful and more centered than ever. Most importantly, though, domscape brought the maddening, cor-deep urge to be responsible for you. To care for you. Make you feel good. Make you feel happy and guve you the love or punishments, as you need it. Mostly love. And lots of orgasms. It made him want to hold you, secured in his arms as you would fracture into a millions pieces of glass sharp pleasure. It made him want to kiss your forehead and hold you and keep you safe, make sure you never cried yourself to sleep. Domspace made him feel.powerful, and showed it, more glaring than ever, how much power you held over him.

Bucky felt like a wolf with you being the trembling lamb under him -if he was making the comparison at some literature student level- but instead of tearing you down and feasting on you, his primal objective was to tear every reason which could ever chance at hurting you, and then feast on you.

Isn't that about right?

Bucky bunched your dress up, snapping your hips upwards till your dripping slit was at level with his mouth, his tongue poking out to run through your folds, a smirk pressed against your clit when you screamed, your body almost losing all the balance you had worked so hard to maintain.

When that high hit, there was no going back for Bucky. He couldn't list out a definite set of activities which pushed him over that edge. To this frenzy which left him dark-eyed and devious and predatory, his sharp sense stalking every little movement. Till you were wound around his spell and melting like butter on his fingers, your slick running down your thighs and your body moulding against his like muscle memory. But he really craved it, both the unabashed filthiness it right out of him,and the flame of intimacy that it burned through the both of you.

"Think there's anything that can compare to this, kitten?" Bucky chuckled, sucking at your clit one last time before he pulled himself up, chuckling at your whines of protest.

"No…" you started, the rest of your words cut off because Bucky did not want you talking. His hand clasped around your mouth, the glass window fogging one last time. He pulled you backwards, attacking your neck with his lips, the flare in his chest growing as he felt your breaths dance over his fingers, the wetness of your lips from all the licking and kissing now pressed against the flat of his-

"Did you just bite me?" Bucky hissed. Pulling his hand back, his eyes flicked to your sly smirk, jaw teeth gritting together, seething at your audacity. What did he have to do to get you to fucking listen?

"Did I, sir?"

He was already palming himself as he flipped you around, his metal arm reaching the top of your dress. He gave you a nod, eyes glaring into your soul and lips dancing over yours before he pulled back, ripping your dress into half.

"Hey-" The hand he had pressed to your stomach held you pressed to the seat, a chuckle running through him at the indugnance in your voice.

"You did, kitten."

The high only built as he opened your legs pushing your panties to the side and burying his face between your thighs, lapping up your sweetness as you thrashed under him, one leg hanging off the seat, another thrown carelessly over the seat head, your hands holding on to the tinted and foggy windows for dear life. That was Bucky's deal, he would give you what you want -his undivided attention, which was always yours anyway- only as long as you did not remove your hands from the window.

"You take those hands off, you don't get a thing from me."

Bucky never broke a promise to you, and even as you gasped and opened your legs for him, eyes drenched in lust and body slipping like honey under his hold, he knew he wouldn't be making an exception now.

There was no way you would take your hands off the window tonight.

He coaxed an orgasm out of you pretty easily, his eyes going wild at you spread out under him, body covered in pretty lingerie and skin lathered in sweat and slick. Eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back and arms limp as all the brattiness slowly diffused out of you, the pleasure raking through every fiber and bone.

Bucky flicked your nipples through the flimsy lace as you sighed and struggled to keep your hands pinned to the glass, your fingers sliding down but your fingertips gratingly held on, eyes trailing over his form. He tugged at your nipples, pushing your bra down. He grabbed your boob, popping one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the pebbled bud, his eyes fixated on yours as you lost yourself to him again.

His fingers teased your folds as he marked up your neck and breast for the world to see, your hands still clinging, best as they could, to the window behind you. Bucky methodically peeled off every layer of clothing from your skin, indulging in his little sessions of partialism with every body part, your breasts, your hips, your thighs. Cold metal fingers slipped past your folds, the whirring and grating of metal against your skin only making you whine more, slowly succumbing to his will.

Bucky had you fall apart on his tongue, twice, before he allowed you to move your hips. He wiped the tears off your face as his metal fingers slid in and out of your pussy, his cold thumb rubbing circles all over your clit. He held you in place through each spasm that jolted through your body, your thighs marked up and stinging faintly from his teeth and fingers, your jaw hanging open, a little bit of drool hanging out of your lips.

Maybe this sight was what tipped him over to that mindset. To his domspace. It started with the little things, when Bucky felt constantly on the edge, head reeling from being thrown into missions one after the other, weeks of absence from you leading to him craving it with animalistic desire. Bucky didn't need ropes or handcuffs or long sessions of harcore domination to be pushed to this headspace.

What sent him reeling over was the sight of your fucked out face, tears streaming down your cheeks in overstimulation, hints of your makeup trailing down and catching his eyes. When he would cup your jaw and make you look him in the eye -keep looking at him like that- like he was all you could ever imagine, all you could ever need.

In such situations, Bucky swore to everyone he could feel the burn of desire flow from your chest to his, your scrambling fingertips leaving not just their possessive evidences over his back, but also marks of trust and intimacy and care and devotion which he had never felt in millions of years. More than anything, he wanted to give back to you all that you made him feel, amplified a million times over.

Bucky watched your eyes linger over his crotch, suddenly aware of how aroused he was. He pushed back the momentary struggle when he saw your eyes ghost over the bulge next to the more pressing one, the layered outline of his gun peeking out from under his jacket.

One look at you and he knew what you wanted. You both had experimented with knives before, some fun times involving a knife and a jar of nutella, or that time when he had slaughtered an entire hoard of your lingerie in his attempt to make them accessible.

What Bucky's girl wanted, she got.

He took out his handgun, coincidentally the one which was gold plated, and your favourite. It was the gun you sometimes sneaked out of his pocket and ran over to the shooting range, subtly trying to avoid his stalking gaze as he did his push ups in another corner of the room.

Now this gun was waltzing its way across your boobs. Bucky tangled it with the lace of your bra, purposely ripping off a little bit of it, smirking as you hissed under your breath. The barrel cascaded down to your navel, running down the insides of your thighs in slow strokes, the cold metal making you shiver, Bucky's warm lips stamping over its icy trail.

"The gun's locked. Loaded though. You want me to use it on you?" Bucky asked, softer now, two of his fingers holding your chin in place, his eyes boring into yours. You whined and pushed your hips up, licking your lips and shaking your head in a desperate yes.

"Words." Bucky quipped, tightening his hold on your face and running the cool tip of the gun from your navel to the centre of your mound, so.close to where you needed him. "Were being so smart back there. Where'd ya words go now?"

As you screamed out your 'yes' he slid the nuzzle over your drenched pussy, chuckling as your wetness dribbled down to his weapon. He pushed your pussy lips apart, pupils getting wider and sense stronger as you trembled and rocked against him, your hands barely holding onto the glass, just as he had ordered, your face numb with pleasure.

He pushed the muzzle inside you, slowly, methodically, taking all of his time as you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. He built a tantalizingly slow pace as he fucked you on his gun, pressing it to the sides of your walls and fixing you with stern glares each time you moved too much, sweet nothings whispered in your ears as you did so good for him, taking it like a good girl.

Bucky had you suck his gun clean after he had made you cum around it, your juices and taste lingering in his mouth when he scooped up some of your wetness, not able to resist his need to taste you again and again.

When you had fallen apart on his hand for the fourth time, body slumped back against the seats, your lips swollen, the scrapes of so many people walking by bouncing around the roof of the car, Bucky took mercy on you. He scooped up your hands, eyes softening just a little at the muffled shriek which escaped your lips, thumbs running over your knuckles in an attempt to sooth the trembling which persisted in your arms. It would take time to go away, but it wasn't anything Bucky couldn't handle.

He pushed your hair away from your face, leaning over to the side to pull out some tissues, patting them over your temple as you relaxed a little. Body slowly sinking into ease against the leather sheets, the aftershocks of your orgasms still blared in the way your thighs clenched with each of his movements. Bucky brought your hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle gently before popping one of your fingers into his mouth, hands flying out to massage your biceps.

Bucky lifted you up, resting his back to the seatrest and flicking drops of sweat off his forehead before resting it on yours, your heavy breaths mingling with his. He held you till your breaths went in sync with the periodic taps he made on your waist, his hand caressing your face and neck and back. He pulled your lingerie back in place, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your body, running his eyes all over you once again, accessing for any injury you might not be able to locate. It was his job to make sure you were okay, and that nothing went too hard on you.

He massaged your biceps and cooed occasional sweet nothings over the shell of your ears, finally asking you to wrap your legs around his waist before he carried you to the front seat, wrapping his jacket tightly around you and securing the seatbelt.

You were smiling when he got into his side. Your eyes trailed over his form, the tight black shirt he might have worn to seduce you, lingering lustfully at the drenched fabric clinging to his chiseled chest, a wristwatch wrapped around his right arm. He had strapped his gun back to his belt, the metal scented with you, fond memories of this adventure burned on its surface forever.

"Wait-" your words were airy, his eyebrows crumpling before he could help it, already looking you over and replaying everything that happened to know if anything had gone wrong.

"You're- I want to take care of you too-" you pointed to his bulge, hand already shooting out to unzip his pants.

"Hey, kitten, stop." He commanded gently, brushing his thumb over the cute crease that had woven itself into your forehead when he placed your hands on your lap. "Open that."

He watched as you opened the little air-conditioned section in the car, lips curling into a smirk when you fished out a bullet vibrator, your lips parted in a hollow gasp. The air perfumed with your sweet arousal again, Bucky's cock jumping for some action, finally.

"Prep it up," he smiled at you, unfrazzled by everything. "First red light you see, spread those legs and push it inside."

Bucky lifted up his phone and gave it a little shake to indicate he would be having fun with this, starting the car. As you sat there, gasping, he leant over, hands still on the steering wheel, crashing his lips on yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, robbing you off your breath before he was focussed on the road again, flexing his thigh and biting back the smirk at your low whimper.

"I'm not quite done with you, kitten. Don't think I'll ever be."

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