#DNI if you defend her or are neutral about this

[milevenstancyendgame]

Tw: pedophilia, sexual harassment

Reminder that Gracie Abrams sexually harassed 14-yo Finn Wolfhard.

[wesstars]

sorry, baby x (i)

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: you’re friends-with-benefits with wednesday (maybe a bit more on your part,) and you can’t help but push her buttons a little. wc: 5.2k tags: explicit, MINORS DNI. nevermore ‘university,’ all characters are 18+. kinda ooc wednesday, top!reader and bottom!wednesday, light D/s dynamics, praise, boots, strap-on referred to as both ‘cock’ and ‘strap,’ crying, biting, denial, light choking, begging, reader shushing during sex, all that good stuff. a/n: i’m very rusty. please forgive me haha. title from killing eve. this iiissss inspired by/for someone, you know who you are ;) say hi if you find me!

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The last class of the day was always the worst.

Even as the afternoon sun streamed in through the windows, casting the quiet classroom in a white gold glow, you could barely focus enough to remember what subject you were in. The instructor droned on about something or other—you were never the best at paying attention, relying on your subconscious and review session to get good grades. How could you listen when the lesson was just so boring, and you could steal the review from a certain Addams later on, anyway? You blinked slowly, trying to yawn discreetly. Calm was the atmosphere, as everyone was nearly falling asleep as the hour stretched on. 

A note fluttered through the air to land gracefully in your lap. 

Meet me after class.

Wednesday’s neat script, immediately recognized, made you grin, and you looked up. You spotted her, sitting next to Enid. Almost as if she could sense you looking, she spared a precious second from her notetaking to cut you a glare that could fell an army. You only laughed, covering your mouth to hopelessly hide your snicker.

The note had given you a bout of deja vu—it all started with a note, really. By virtue of you being Enid’s friend, you started in Wednesday’s peripheral circle, but you were always unafraid to confront her and eagerly prodded her to bicker with you. Enid would roll her eyes once the two of you would start again, but the way Wednesday’s neutral expression seemed to relax just a bit, made you think she didn’t mind as much. 

The first time you gave her a friendly shove during a mock argument nearly had you apologizing, as she’d frozen as soon as your hand touched her shoulder. You didn’t want to actually cross her boundaries, but when she shoved you back, nearly pushing you into a bush, the ice was broken. Your friends now often had to give the two of you the wide berth as the arguments would escalate into shoving and chasing, and one time, almost a full out siege where you were to defend Jericho and Wednesday was to defend Nevermore. 

All of the back and forth you two had was nearly as intense as you and Wednesday each were—she liked that about you. At least, that’s what you told yourself. She liked it enough to drop a note in your lap during class, some three months ago, asking you to meet her in an empty class “for warfare.” You had come with a knife hidden in your sleeve, but it ended up clattering to the floor as Wednesday pulled you in by your tie and bluntly asked you if she could kiss you. Before she could change her mind, you had kissed her hard enough for her own hidden knife to fall to the floor next to yours.

Wednesday Addams didn’t have friends. You, certainly, were not her friend, not in the way you touched her and not in the way she let you. Enid called you friends all the time, but she didn’t know about how Wednesday would pull you into a broom closet and push you down to your knees. You were sure that Wednesday would rather die than have a proper conversation about the… hooking up? late night meet ups? booty calls?? that the two of you were having. But you thought of her as your friend, and decidedly not anything more. You gave a lazy smile as you spotted Wednesday looking at you again. You knew why she had slipped you the note—the last time you’d been at her dorm room, rushing to give her an orgasm before Enid returned, you had stolen her favorite pair of Louboutin boots. You figured that the gods had given the two of you the same shoe size for a reason. No harm, no foul, right? Kicking your feet, you scuffed her shoes against the ground, knowing she could see them, knowing she could recognize them.

The sudden shuffling of books and scraping of chairs broke you out of your reverie. Class was dismissed, and you put away your supplies neatly, watching Wednesday leave first. She didn’t even look at you when she brushed past, but you knew she’d be waiting in the hallway outside. Sure enough, as you hitched your bag higher up on your shoulder, slipping your tie off, you spotted a head of raven dark hair amongst your classmates.

Wednesday looked at you evenly, ignoring all of the students filing out of the room. “You have what is mine.”

“Well, hello to you too,” you smiled brightly. Hearing her monotone voice always made your heart beat in technicolor, something chronic that you probably had to go to the infirmary for. 

She only stared, eyebrows raising a centimeter. Turning to start towards the dorms, she waited for you to catch up to her before saying, “do not play dumber than you already are.”

You shrugged, wide eyed and used to her empty insults. “What do you mean? I’m innocent.”

“No one would ever accuse you of being innocent,” she shot back. “You are a thief, at best.”

“A thief?” You asked, in mock surprise. “What do you mean?”

She pointed down between the two of you, at the red-soled boots on your feet. “Give them back.”

You cackled, unable to keep up your façade any longer. “No.” You made a heart with your hands, winking at Wednesday through it. 

Her hand collided, hard, with your wrist. Her grip was nearly painful, but you just smirked down at her. “I will only ask you once.” Her voice, still flat as usual, had a dangerous edge to it. 

“Make me.” You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself. You were selfish, always forcing Wednesday’s attention to you. Even though you knew you probably annoyed her to no end, you didn’t know how to stop. Of course, if she ever told you to stop—seriously, not by way of her customary glare—you would. 

You only just had time to finish your thought before Wednesday nearly tore your arm out of its socket, dragging you across the grounds towards your dorm room. How such a small girl was so fast, you had no idea. Before you knew it, you were in front of your room, with Wednesday reaching into your pants pocket to take out your keys and push you inside. 

As soon as the door shut, you could visibly see Wednesday relax, which was saying something. You drew her smaller frame closer, wrapping your arms around her waist. She turned her head to tuck it into your neck, letting out the smallest sigh. Feeling her hand come up to grab the hem of your shirt, you leaned back a little.

“Wednesday.” At your beckon, she unfolded herself from your neck to look up, eyes as dark as wood immediately on your lips.

“This is not forgiveness,” she told you.

You reached for her bag, dropping it and yours to the ground. “Mmm,” you hummed as you tilted your head down to kiss her, slowly, enjoying the burn in your stomach as she kissed you back. “Maybe you’ll forgive me later, after I’m done with you.” She pulled away, giving you an unimpressed look. 

“Arrogance does not become you.”

You just laughed, taking off your jacket, leaving you in your shirt, slacks, and last but not least, Wednesday’s very important boots. Leaning into her space, you nosed along her neck, nipping playfully with sharp teeth. You felt her arms drop back to her sides. “We’ll see about that, Weds.”

This time, she pushed into you first, all soft lips and razor teeth on yours. You sunk down, somewhere in the lowest deep as you kissed her, but your bliss was short lived, broken by your hiss of pain as she bit down on your tongue. Her hands were cold on the back of your neck, trapping you close, and you had no complaints. “Boots. Now.”

“If you want them back so bad,” you muttered, ducking your head to leave a dark bruise on her collarbone, “take them yourself.”

Wednesday put both hands on your shoulders, a glint in her eye the only warning you get. She pushed you, hard, so the backs of your knees hit the bed and you landed on your ass.

“Oooh, what’re you gonna do, Weds,” you goaded, even as she grabbed you by your shirt collar.

“I’ll take your ankles off with those shoes,” she snapped lowly, but she let you kiss down her neck again, that pale column of skin too hard for you to resist. You took your time, leaving murky violet constellations, and with each mark that you sucked into her jawline, you heard her breathing grow shakier.

“Alright,” you said amusedly. “Take them off, then.” You bit down on that spot on her neck while pushing her shoulders down, and she gave surprisingly easily, landing with a thud on her knees.

“Do not go too far,” she hissed, trying to push you off, but you kept her there, her narrow shoulders bracketed by your legs. Her gesture was empty; you were confident that she would simply throw you off if she wanted. The many times you’d ended up tossed across the room showed as testament. 

“Sure,” you agreed easily. Leaning in, you whispered, “can I take this off?” You thumbed the lapel of her jacket.

She nodded her assent, even though you could tell she was plotting a way to get you back. You went slow, leaning over her as you slid her jacket off, kissing the crown of her head. 

“Very good,” you whispered into her hair, loosening her tie. Wednesday attempted to suppress her shiver at your words, but you felt it anyway. It gave you the courage to go to her shirt, sliding the buttons open hesitantly. She straightened her back, showing you her simple but elegant black bra, which was probably from some niche French designer and worth more than the boots you stole.

But the look on her face as you slid your hands slowly into that expensive bra was priceless: her eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing the slightest bit as her lips parted. You squeezed gently, letting out a small moan of your own. She was so soft, and—

“You’re so perfect, Wednesday,” you growled unevenly in her ear, your composure slipping just a fraction. You sealed your lips with hers and thumbed her nipples, licking up against her teeth as soon as she let you. Breaking apart from her for one unbearable second, you stuck your fingers in her mouth, coating them in saliva. The affronted look on her face disappeared quickly as you pinched her nipples again with sticky fingers, the whine she let out going straight through you like whiskey.

She shuffled closer, seemingly content on her knees despite her earlier protest. Her grip was tight on your thighs, bordering on blissfully painful. Wednesday was nearly pulling you off the bed with how hard she was yanking you in to kiss her, teeth clacking with yours. She sat back on her heels and grabbed your ankle. 

“What’re you doing?” You rolled her nipple between your fingers. “Finally getting your—”

You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale as she spread her legs, stocking covered knees sliding. She lifted your leg and planted your foot between her thighs, the heavy boot slamming into the ground. You raised an eyebrow, head swimming with the direction she was going. 

Wednesday was a pretty picture in front of you, shirt open, chest flushed, skirt bunched up around her hips. Uncharacteristically demure, she leaned her cheek against your knee, palm sliding up your clothed calf.

“What?” She asked, her turn for faux innocence. “You said to do it yourself, did you not?” Wednesday shimmied forward, her chest up on your shin. 

You felt her start to press up on the laces, something hot and slow, and your mouth went dry. Her knees spread more as she adjusted, her hand grabbing yours to place it on her cheek. She grabbed your belt loops, the pressure on your boot heavy. Just the mere idea of Wednesday’s pussy grinding against your—her—boots was something you could never imagine, but her shiver as she got settled made you nearly combust.

“You’re so needy, my girl…” the words slurred their way out of your mouth, likely more loving and adoring than you’d intended them to be.

“Looks like you’re the one fucking yourself,” she huffed out, a rare twisted grin gracing her face. Wednesday’s head tipped back again, a pleased little exhale falling from her lips as she pressed harder.

You cupped her jaw, pushing her shirt from her shoulder to bite, something possessive, with no inhibition, in you rising to the surface. “You do that to me, darling.”

You shift your boot closer to her, meeting her grinding circles, making her gasp and cry out your name. You were content to watch her like this, chasing her own high on you like some sinful temptation. With just the sound she was making, and her lip, bitten red, you knew she was getting her slick everywhere. Her breaths came harder with each time she pressed herself into the laces, her gentle rocking becoming more and more erratic. You almost wanted to see if she could cum like this, but as her eyes got hazier and her movements more erratic, you couldn’t help yourself. 

“That's enough, Wednesday.” She barely has your clipped tone as a warning before you pull her off your boot, rough as you hoisted her up, but keeping your grip gentle.

“Come here.” Surprisingly, she did as you asked, throwing her clothes off with the air of a girl who knew what she wanted. You watched her, every inch she uncovered sending prickles of heat up your collar. Her panties, thin and damp, landed in your hand, and you knew she saw your jaw clenching when the corner of her mouth quirked up in the smallest of smiles.

You tucked the thin fabric into your pocket and reached for her, her cool skin soothing the burn in your chest. You turned her around to tuck her into you, sitting on your lap. Manhandling her easily, you could feel her muscles, taut from fencing, under your palms. You hooked her knees over yours, and spread your legs. Unable to resist a smirk at her sharp inhale, you kissed up her neck, scraping your teeth against the shell of her ear. 

“You look like magic,” you murmured. “So good for me, Wednesday, letting me spread you open like this,” you continued, tilting her head to lean it back on your shoulder. 

“Consider yourself lucky,” she rasped out as you mapped your hands along her ribs, sliding them down her tense stomach to grip her thighs, thumbs rubbing circles. 

With each circle, you pulled your hands higher, close enough to her pussy that your fingers were sticky from her inner thighs. “Oh, I am.”

You cupped her pussy, already feeling her wetness coating your fingers. Forcing her legs wider, you rubbed up and down, purposefully avoiding her warmest spots as your other hand skimmed up to her chest. But you never were able to keep yourself from Wednesday for very long, testing your own patience as much as hers.

“Fuck,” you whispered, and as you pushed a finger in, her hand shot up to grab the back of your neck with a quiet oh. You crooked your finger, her slick making it easy on you. Letting your palm graze her clit with every motion, you smiled as her hips lifted, searching for more friction.

You take your time, knowing that Wednesday’s pussy was the softest thing you’d ever touched, and it was likely to remain that way. Pushing another finger in, you made sure to grind your palm against her clit every time you curled your fingers. Her soft noises were enough to have you on your knees, and you would’ve, if she didn't sigh out your name, getting your attention. She squeezed your fingers, jaw tight enough to creak.

“What is it, Weds?”

“I…” Wednesday cut herself off with a whine as your fingers twisted, the high sound shooting straight through your stomach. You beckoned with your fingers, hard, and she keened in your ear.

“I need you to fill me up.”

Her words snapped something already delicate inside of you. You took your fingers out, smearing her slick all on her hips as you flip her over. If you had it your way, you would be able to see her face, but you knew this was her favorite position. You saw her swallow in anticipation as you stepped briefly away from the bed, kicking off those catalytic boots and rummaging under your bed for you and Wednesday’s box.

Everything in the box you kept meticulously clean, knowing Wednesday’s routine of cleanliness. It would only be Wednesday Addams, a contradiction in her black heart, that loved to be as messy in your bed as she was clean in hers. You picked a black strap, one that you two used frequently. Pulling it on and adjusting it, you get on your knees behind her. For a moment, you watched her, captivated by the sight in front of you, grasping her hips. She arched her back, getting comfortable, as if you weren’t already trying not to fold and just take her like a ship to water.

You pushed yourself up against Wednesday, hips flush to her ass, letting the silicone glide against her clit. To her credit, Wednesday’s breath only came out the slightest bit shaky, even as you guided her thighs apart with a knee. You hummed as she pushed herself up onto her forearms to rock back, head turned to look at you. Wednesday had to grind down past your strap for her pussy to touch your thigh, and you laughed lowly as she flushed with the action. She froze.

“What’s wrong?” You rubbed a hand over her lower back, ready to pull away if she gave even the slightest signal.

“Do you…” she swallows, eyes flicking from you to some distant spot in the corner of the room. “Do you not want me to do that?”

For a second, you couldn’t believe your ears. There was a rush of indignation on Wednesday’s behalf, that she could ever think you wouldn’t love her desperation. Then, the wave of understanding broke over you—Wednesday wanted your approval, over an action that was decidedly un-Wednesday-like, and the final flick of her nervous gaze towards you told you that this was important. 

You grabbed her hips, hard enough to leave shadows that you hoped you’d see tomorrow. Anything physical, Wednesday would undoubtedly best you, but this was something you could hold your own on. You pushed her pussy down onto the strap, onto the rough fabric of your slacks. 

“Why would I ever not want you to show me how much you want it, mmm?” Your question was a growl wrought with satisfaction and a winner’s unapologetic glee, and the effort you put into your tone was worth the way the tension vanished from Wednesday’s eyes. She rolled her hips again, her Addams confidence returning, letting you guide her into a smooth rhythm. 

“Besides,” you leaned forward, one hand letting go to come down a hair's breadth from Wednesday's nose. You folded yourself over her body, your tight grip still controlling her hips. “I know you can’t cum like this.”

The whine came unbidden from Wednesday’s throat, high and breathy and perfect. Nevertheless, her hips and keening gasps followed your even rhythm, and you saw her grip on the pillow go white-knuckled.

“I’m pleased with you, my dear. I do love to watch you suffer.” At your words, sunk roughly into her ears like cannonballs on kindling, Wednesday moaned, loud, into the space between the two of you. You ignored the burning torch that her sounds dropped into your lower stomach, choosing to murmur: “you can take it, right?”

“I can take it,” Wednesday whispered back, almost mindlessly. “I can take you,” she continued. “I want it.”

You settle back on your heels, satisfied. The sudden quickening of your heartbeat was only to do with your physical exertion, and nothing with how you felt for the girl under you. I can take you, not I can take it, I want it, not I want you.

You pull your thigh from under her roughly, making her yelp. Reaching around her narrow hips, you trailed your fingers down from her belly button to her clit, rubbing small circles. “Ready?”

Wednesday nodded, another whimper escaping at your touch.

“I need you to tell me yes, Weds.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

You push in, slowly, giving her body plenty of time to adjust. She was still prepped from your fingers earlier, but you didn’t miss the chance to gather her wetness and smear it against her clit. Wednesday was taking deep breaths beneath you, just like how you taught her the first time you two had used a strap. The rush of endearment you felt for her at that memory was distracting, you decided, and you pushed it away.

You slowed yourself down as your hips were once again up against her ass, hands moving to squeeze her shoulders. You saw her eyes shut tightly, the corners growing shiny. Wednesday always needed a moment once you put the strap in, something you were happy to give her.

She was still inhaling deeply, thighs trembling. “It…”

“It what?”

Wednesday opened her eyes; they were brimming with tears, dark lashes sticky. “It hurts…”

Your body tensed, already about to pull away, but with a surprisingly strong twist, she forced herself back onto you. A whimper rose high from her throat, and you had to take a breath to keep yourself from flipping her around to kiss her right then.

“Hurts good,” she whispered. You close your eyes, near involuntarily. Fuck, this perfect, perfect, girl would ruin you, just as much as you wanted to ruin her. You lean forward, pressing your chest into her back, forearm across her shoulder blades to ground her. 

“How does it hurt, love?”

“It’s—I’m full,” Wednesday gasped out, glossy eyes sliding shut as you shifted on your knees, cock shifting inside. 

“It fills you up, huh?” You breathed into Wednesday’s ear. 

She nodded.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she said, almost immediately. Experimentally, she swiveled her own hips around, and it made her hiss and bite her lip. “You fill me up.”

You exhaled through your nose, resisting the urge to just grab Wednesday and slam your cock impossibly deeper. “And?”

“And it’s good,” Wednesday whined out. “Hurts good.”

The knot in your chest loosened, the tension in your body broken like a wave. Surely, it wasn’t healthy to hang onto Wednesday’s every word the way that you did. You pulled out almost all the way, and snapped your hips forward, hard, burying yourself into her.

“Good girl.”

Wednesday let out a breath that bordered on a moan, and you smirked to yourself. Maybe she was right, and the arrogance was getting to your head, but you couldn’t help it. You set on a steady pace, gently brushing one of her braids aside to grasp the back of her neck. You felt yourself slipping into it, drunk on the way she let you touch her, your world tunneling down to just Wednesday—everything was Wednesday. 

Every time you pushed in, it was punctuated by her gasps, and you could feel her breathing start to grow uneven. It stirred up something innately protective in you, for Wednesday. Her shoulders were shaking, tension pulling her taut. 

“Wednesday, baby,” a pet name she would only tolerate in her hazy, lust filled state, “I need you to breathe for me, alright?” You slowed down, following your intuition on what she needed.

Still flush to her back, you listened to her stuttering inhales, deeper but not enough for her to catch her breath. “Shhh,” you cooed low into her ear, covering her eyes, and taking her hand, still tight on the pillow. “Breathe, my love.” Inexplicably, Wednesday let go of the pillowcase and intertwined your fingers, squeezing your hand and your heart tightly. She listened to you, for once, slowing down and softening her breaths. You could feel her tears on your palm, and you shushed her again, pressing kisses on her temple where her hair stuck to her forehead.

“Alright?” You slid your hand away, watching her eyes carefully.

She nodded. Skimming your fingers along her cheekbone, you let the warmth in your heart for the smaller girl seep into your words.

“Just say the word, Wednesday, and we’re done.”

“No,” she murmured back. “If you stop now, I’ll throw you out the balcony.” Though she was out of breath, a sticky, flushed mess under you, you had no doubt she’d follow through on her threat. You smiled.

You pick up your rhythm again, this time covering her smaller body with yours again to suck hickies into the back of her neck. Your other hand brushed down between her thighs to rub her clit in circles—she was so wet that it was hard to keep up with your thrusts, but it was worth the choked cry that escaped from her throat as you hit that spot, her fingers tightening around yours. 

Wednesday arched her back into you, burgundy lips bitten blood red right before your eyes. “Keep going,” she told you. You had no intention of stopping, watching a flush bloom on her neck as you kept up your ruthless pace. 

But despite that, you wanted to take your time with her. Every time she would tense up, you would slow down, making it impossible for her to reach that peak you knew she wanted. You forced yourself to slow down on both her pussy and her clit, just as she was starting to shake, and in spite of herself, she cried out in frustration, a tear slipping free. 

“Sorry, baby.” Your tone edged on cruel, desperately needing to see how much she could handle. “I know you can handle it, just for me, okay?” Strap still fully inside, you bent to kiss the juncture of her neck, lips and teeth leaving a bruise. Her skin was hot to your touch, even though your shirt. You bit down again, matching all of your other marks that graced her skin.

Wednesday whined again, inhibition cracking faster by the second. “Don’t stop…”

“Don’t stop what?” You asked, voice turned mocking. “Use your words.” You reached up to clasp the back of her neck, rubbing the tension out. “And be good.”

Her breath quickened, and she squeezed her eyes shut as another tear rolled through her mascara. “Don’t stop…”

“C’mon,” you cajoled, hand coming around her neck to squeeze her throat. “C’mon, my love.”

“Please… don’t stop fucking me.” The words tumbled out in a rush, and she mewled as you nuzzled your lips against her shoulder, your fingers starting up on her clit again.

A shiver shot up your spine, making you curl protectively around Wednesday, the hot burn of possessiveness, to mark her again, near unbearable.. “Anything you want, darling.” You slammed back into her, hard enough to push the both of you up the bed. One of her hands grasped at your forearm, pulling your grip from her neck. She wrapped your arm across her shoulders. Your breathing came hard, but you didn’t stop, each whine in your ear making your head spin. You had no idea how much time was passing, or if it was even night or day; your entire world was hazy and fuzzed with raven black.

“I’m—” Wednesday cut herself off, biting down on your arm for a moment, leaving a smear of lipstick.

You let out a noise that was more of a growl than anything. “Let me hear you, baby.”

She gasped when you pressed a hand to her lower stomach, briefly feeling the bulge there from your cock, before going back to her clit. You didn’t pause, each thrust pushing Wednesday closer to the edge. “Use your teeth,” she choked out, her cheeks flushing. “Now, please.”

You complied, eager. Scraping your canines down her ear, you stopped at a tender spot behind her pulse point, the skin already marred with purple and red. A sailor’s delight, you thought, a bit hysterically. You sank your teeth in, not holding back, knowing she wanted it. The effect was near immediate; her eyes slid shut, and her body tensed against yours, an unrestrained sob tumbling out from her lips. She reached for you, nails digging into your arm. Your hands shook, all of her tightening the coil in your stomach. Wednesday’s orgasm crashed down, and it shattered something in you, deep and addictive.

Far down in you, below what you were willing to admit, Wednesday’s unknowing grip on your heart tightened even more. You felt like you’d just jumped off your own edge, inevitable as the eternal separation of sun and moon.

“I came,” Wednesday’s voice was a ragged whisper, a ghost of her earlier whimpers ringing in your ears.

“You did, my love,” you shushed, gently sliding your cock out, catching Wednesday as she seemed to melt into the bedsheets with no support. You guided her into her back, relishing in the way she trustingly let you. Tucking the strap away to clean later, you massaged her thighs, thinking they’d be sore later. She seemed to be in a daze, dark eyes fogged with the afterglow. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara from her tears, and the rims of her eyes were a fuschia pink. You’d never seen anything more beautiful.

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve said that her gaze behind her slow blinks as she watched you was just as possessive as you were. You did know better, you swore, but it didn’t stop you from nuzzling your face into her stomach, intoxicated on the smell of her arousal, delaying the clean-up for just a moment longer. 

“Have you forgiven me yet?” You teased, unsure if she could even hear you. You smoothed her fringe off her forehead, already moving to sit up and get her a bottle of water. But before you could move, Wednesday’s hand grabbed your wrist with lighting speed, a shadow of the earlier afternoon.

She cracked an eye open, and though her eyes were shot red, there was a challenging shine, blade in moonlight, there. “Who says you’re done?”

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reader: i fuck her good but i don’t think she likes me back :(

wednesday: if you don’t hold me right now i Will murder

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[hazelfoureyes]

Do you think you could do a male version of the radioapple is the safe word? Or maybe just a gender neutral pronouned story? I adore it so much

of course! I am happy to adapt my stories whenever possible 🥺✨ sometimes I can’t but this one was an easy enough shift! didn’t tag the horny deer cult, this is the same story but with the hardware swapped out. Will tag in new pieces 🙏 warning; I almost exclusively watch femboy gay porn and it shows

The Safeword is RadioApple (Part 1)

(RadioApple x MaleReader)

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, male reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, asshole hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

MINORS DNI BRUH

“Sir.”

Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastor’s face away. “You are a living nightmare, fuck!” He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadn’t paid them any attention.

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. “Dad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.” She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, “He’s trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.” 

Alastor let his microphone follow behind Lucifer’s back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldn’t back out. When they approached Alastor’s door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, “There is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.”

Alastor’s eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. “Are you sure about that?” He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Lucifer’s back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

You’d seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your father’s love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat ‘King’ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more. 

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mention—- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue.  Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.

“I have a request, of sorts.” You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.

Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.

“You can say no.” You added quickly. 

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker. 

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you. 

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed him.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastor’s long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fish’s lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder. 

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“You don’t have to do that, kitten. I don’t need that.” He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; he’d never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldn’t bear what it would do to him. He’d just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my boy.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldn’t see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest,  hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.

Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, “kindly fuck off.”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when he’d kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Lucifer’s gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you. 

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission. 

Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like we’re looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises. 

You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.

Lucifer’s tongue was long, and tapered more than you’d expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest. 

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.

Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin. Your own cock twitched under your robe at the feeling.

Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants. 

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap. 

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.” 

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, hole soft and ready for him already, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Lucifer’s thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men. 

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek. 

Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, “It feels so good, Luci.” His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible. 

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft.  He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“I think you may need a little demonstration, from someone more–, “ Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Lucifer’s. His hand wrapped around your neck, “experienced.” He pulled you up by your throat.

Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastor’s body. Your cock hard and bouncing with every thrust. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wanted—

“Aa--Alastor,” Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastor’s name. Lucifer’s face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?

“See? He can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself. 

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.” 

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your tight heat. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it. 

When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastor’s continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastor’s own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearest’s mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Lucifer’s cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms. 

He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands. 

Lucifer’s mind was—- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact he’s had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every time– 

Alastor. His eyes met Lucifer’s and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, ‘Watch this.’ Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself. 

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again. 

Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your dick, now pulsing under his hand. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your g-spot with every kiss of his hips. 

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your face tighten. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm. His hands working your shaft, fingers ghosting over your balls and head with every stroke up and down. 

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed, your own release sticky and already cooling under you.

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants. 

“I have complete faith in you, for once.” Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastor’s release sitting pretty in you. 

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, “You, Luci.” Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastor’s seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed and stretched hole. 

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci. 

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide in and out of your with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it. 

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your ass, teasing your entrance with every pass. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn. 

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway. 

Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, “Please, you just have to keep going. I’ll adjust.” While both of his heads swelled with pride – Alastor’s cock clearly smaller – Luci didn’t notice the wild eyes of the radio demon. 

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling dear. 

 What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were worried you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your bullied boy cunt got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths. 

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead. 

You nodded, answering a question he didn’t ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt. 

Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was just—- more than you had expected. 

As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.

Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didn’t stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would roll back, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so sticky wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper. 

It wasn’t jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldn’t actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastor’s name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If he needs you to stop, he’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever he can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your muscles clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing his stomach to rut against your returning erection as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more. 

“Are you sure he isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel him? Or does he just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You unconsciously tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back. 

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastor’s leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before, stomach lurching into your chest with the impact.

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were covered in oil and cum, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock opening parts of you never before reached. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning. 

You could feel him spreading open your body, soft walls helpless to resist his raging member. The feeling of your silky boy cunt sliding along his cock, your tight hole gripping him, was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Wails that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.

The radio’s volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your body trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luci’s loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastor’s, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised ass.

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you. 

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

“I sleep on the left. I’d prefer you on the right.” he gently moved your head from his lap, “Beside me, my dear. A darling barrier.” Alastor didn’t look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. “No outside clothes under the comforter.” Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. “Are you okay, kitten? I didn’t mean to lose myself like that.” He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. “And— I didn’t help you finish. That’s pretty shitty.”

But it fell away when you smiled back at him, “I feel great. Sore, but great all the same.” You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. “I really like you, Luci. And I don’t need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a stranger’s home. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastor’s head popped back into the room, annoyed, “Are you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.”

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SUPERMODEL | Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Aemond Targaryen is a famous supermodel. However, he treats his assistant so badly that they reach a breaking point. She leaves him and he, for the first time realize how much he needs her. Not only in works but in his life too.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, kissing, sexual themes, oral (f receiving), fingering, SMUT, sex, squirting, age gap (Aemond is in his early 30s and she is in her early 20s). This is a modern Aemond in modern AU, he doesn’t have his disability (his eye).

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy the fic <3

This is my Masterlist

Words: 5800

Aemond Targaryen strides through the glass doors of the high-rise studio, exuding confidence. His tall frame is perfectly complemented by the tailored designer suit hugging his form, his silver-blonde hair slicked back impeccably. His assistant, a young woman trails behind him, her eyes downcast and her steps hurried to keep up. She clutches a clipboard close to her chest, filled with Aemond's schedule for the day.

"Assistant!" Aemond barks, not bothering to look back at her. "Have you confirmed the Vogue shoot for next Tuesday?"

"Yes, Mr.Targaryen" she replies quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And what about the interview with Vanity Fair?" he demands, his tone sharp and impatient.

"It's been moved to Thursday afternoon, as per your request" she answers, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Aemond clicks his tongue in annoyance. "I hate Thursdays" he mutters, more to himself than to her. He finally glances back at her, his expression one of disdain. "Why do you always sound so meek? Speak up! Or do you think my time isn’t valuable enough for you to bother?"

Her assistant swallows hard but doesn't respond to the insult. She knows better than to defend herself. Her job is to keep his life running smoothly, not to make waves. She simply nods, making a note on her clipboard.

They arrive at the studio, and the room buzzes with activity. Photographers, makeup artists, and stylists swarm around, all eager to cater to Aemond's whims. He thrives in this environment, basking in the attention, his arrogance palpable.

"Do they have my preferred brand of water here?" Aemond asks loudly, looking around with an air of superiority.

She nods quickly. "Yes, I made sure to have it stocked" she replies, already anticipating his needs.

Aemond scoffs. "You better. Last time, I had to suffer with that cheap swill they dared to offer me." He rolls his eyes dramatically before striding over to the makeup chair.

She moves to stand in the corner, her presence almost ghostly. She knows her place—always in the background, always silent. The makeup artist begins to work on Aemond, who lounges back, closing his eyes.

"You know, assistant" Aemond says suddenly, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You could learn a thing or two from these people. They know how to do their jobs properly. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be such a disappointment."

Her cheeks burn with humiliation, but she nods again, keeping her expression neutral. She can’t afford to lose this job, not now, not ever. She watches as Aemond is transformed, his features highlighted and contoured to perfection, ready for the camera. The photographer signals that they're ready, and Aemond stands, adjusting his suit jacket.

"Stay out of the way" he hisses to her as he walks past, not even sparing her a glance.

She steps back, blending into the shadows, her eyes following his every move. She can see the allure he has, the way he commands the room, but she also sees the cruelty that lurks just beneath the surface.

The photoshoot begins, and Aemond is in his element. He poses effortlessly, each click of the camera capturing his sharp features and confident stance. The photographer shouts directions, and Aemond complies with a fluid grace, his every movement calculated and precise.

During a brief break, Aemond saunters over to her assistant, a smug smile playing on his lips. "I hope you're taking notes" he says mockingly. "This is how a real professional operates. Not that you'd know anything about that."

Her fingers tighten around the clipboard, but she nods once more. "Of course, Mr.Targaryen" she replies softly.

The day drags on with more of the same—Aemond’s arrogance, his cutting remarks, his constant demands. She endures it all in silence, her face a mask of calm. She organizes his meals, prepared by his personal chef, making sure they’re exactly to his liking. She liaises with journalists, manages his social media, arranges his travel—all while bearing the brunt of his contempt.

Finally, the photoshoot wraps up, and Aemond is ushered to a private room for an exclusive interview. She follows closely behind, ensuring everything is in order. As they enter the room, Aemond turns to her, his expression icy.

"Make sure you don’t embarrass me during this interview" he snaps. "I don’t need you messing things up like you always do."

She nods, standing just outside the frame of the camera, ready to jump in should anything be needed. She watches as Aemond slips effortlessly into his charming persona for the interviewer, his smile charismatic and his voice smooth.

The next day she stands outside Aemond Targaryen's lavish penthouse, the morning sun barely peeking over the horizon. She checks her phone, her breath visible in the cool air. He should have been up an hour ago. She takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell, waiting for a response. Silence. She presses it again, more insistently this time. Finally, she hears the faint sound of footsteps approaching.

The door swings open to reveal Aemond, shirtless, his hair disheveled and eyes heavy with sleep. He looks at her with an annoyed expression, clearly displeased to see her so early. "What the hell are you doing here so early?" he grumbles.

"You're late" she says firmly, not backing down from his glare. "You were supposed to be at the Versace photoshoot an hour ago." She pushes past him, entering the penthouse. The place is a mess, bottles from last night’s party littering the floor.

Aemond runs a hand through his hair, looking irritated. "I wasn’t aware you became my alarm clock" he snaps, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

She ignores the remark and heads straight to his bedroom. As she pushes open the door, she spots a young woman in his bed, her red hair sprawled across the pillow. Her full lips press into a thin line. Another one of his conquests, no doubt. Probably someone he met at that Vogue party last night.

"Get up!" she says sharply, her patience wearing thin. "You’re late, and I’m not covering for you again. If you don’t move, someone else will take your place." Her voice is louder now, more insistent.

Aemond smirks, clearly amused by her boldness. "Relax. I’m Aemond Targaryen. No one is taking my place," he replies arrogantly, but he gets out of bed anyway, stretching as he does.

"Where’s the chef?" he asks, referring to his private chef, as he pulls on a pair of pants. She sighs, already anticipating his reaction. "Andre has the day off" she replies. "I’ll make you breakfast."

Aemond rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, too tired to put up much of a fight. "Fine. Just hurry up," he mutters.

She heads to the kitchen, quickly whipping up a simple breakfast— toasted bread with Nutella and coffee. She works with practiced efficiency, her movements quick and precise. As she cooks, the girl in his bed stirs awake, realizing where she is. The young woman gets dressed quietly and slips out of the bedroom, clearly embarrassed. She avoids Elara’s gaze as she leaves the apartment.

Aemond strolls into the kitchen, yawning. "Again?" he complains, though he sits down at the counter and starts eating. "Couldn’t you have managed something more… sophisticated?"

She clenches her jaw but doesn’t respond to the jab. She’s used to his criticism by now. "You need to eat fast and I'm not your chef" she says instead, her tone neutral. "You’re already running late."

He finishes his breakfast leisurely, seeming to take pleasure in making her wait. Finally, he grabs his jacket, and they head out. By the time they arrive at the studio, Aemond is over an hour late. The crew is waiting, the tension palpable. The Versace representative looks irritated but relieved when he finally arrives.

Despite being late, Aemond still manages to charm his way through the photoshoot. His arrogance seems to evaporate in front of the camera, replaced by that effortless confidence that has made him a star. The photographers and stylists gush over him, forgiving his tardiness in exchange for his flawless performance.

As the shoot wraps up, she stands off to the side, making notes for the next appointment. She glances up and notices a young man, tall with curly black hair and green eyes standing near her, looking nervous. He introduces himself, and her face lights up. She laughs, a rare, genuine sound, and nods as he talks. It's clear they’re making plans—he’s asking her on a date, and for the first time in a long time, she looks truly happy.

Aemond catches sight of the exchange, his expression darkening. As they leave the studio, he confronts her in the car. "What the hell was that?" he demands, his tone harsh.

She blinks, taken aback. "What do you mean, Mr.Targaryen?"

"That pathetic guy" Aemond snaps. "You were all smiles and giggles. You do realize you're supposed to be working, not flirting with some random kid."

Her face hardens. "His name is Kai."

Aemond scoffs. "Don’t make me laugh. You don’t have friends. You have a job. My job."

They arrive back at his apartment, and Aemond storms inside, clearly in a foul mood. She follows, her patience finally wearing thin. "You know" she says, her voice trembling with anger. "Just because you have everything handed to you doesn’t mean you can treat everyone around you like garbage."

Aemond turns on her, his face twisted with rage. "You’re just a fucking virgin, unsatisfied with your fucking life!" he yells, his words cutting deep.

She flinches as if slapped. Her eyes flash with hurt and anger. "At least I have a life, Aemond. All you have is this—your fame, your arrogance. But none of it makes you happy, does it?"

Aemond’s face contorts with fury, and in a blind moment of rage, he raises his hand and slaps her hard across the face. The sound echoes through the apartment, and his hand flies to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock.

Silence hangs heavy in the air. Aemond’s chest heaves, his breath ragged, as if realizing what he’s done. She, however, doesn't wait for an apology. She takes a deep breath, her decision clear in her mind. She walks over to her bag, pulls out a folder, and slams it down on the kitchen island.

"What’s this?" Aemond asks, his voice uncertain now.

"My resignation" she says quietly, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. "I’m done, Aemond. I’m fucking done with you."

She turns on her heel and walks out of the apartment, leaving Aemond standing there, stunned and alone. The door slams shut behind her, the finality of the sound echoing in the empty room. For the first time, Aemond is left alone with the weight of his actions, the silence of the apartment deafening in her absence.

Aemond Targaryen has had a miserable week without her. His new assistant, a well-meaning but utterly incompetent woman named Lisa, tries her best, but she’s no her. She fumbles over simple tasks, double-books his appointments, and worst of all, she can't anticipate his needs like her always did. Aemond finds himself snapping at her constantly, frustration boiling over.

“Lisa, for the last time” he growls on the fourth day, “I said black coffee with no sugar, not some fancy vanilla latte nonsense. Can’t you get anything right?”

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Targaryen” Lisa stammers, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I’ll get it fixed right away.”

Aemond waves her off, already regretting his outburst. But the truth is, he's angry because he misses jer. He misses how she could keep everything in order, how she never made mistakes, how she seemed to know what he needed before he even did. He hates to admit it, but he misses her presence—the silent, steady strength she always carried.

By the end of the week, his patience is worn thin. Exhausted and frustrated, he decides to drown his stress in a drink. He heads to a dimly lit bar, tucked away in one of the city’s quieter neighborhoods. As he steps inside, the familiar hum of low conversation and clinking glasses greets him. He heads to the bar and orders a whiskey, neat.

As he sips his drink, he spots a familiar face across the room. His breath catches in his throat when he sees her, sitting at a small table with that boy named Kai. The sight of her laughing, her face lit up in a way he rarely saw when she was with him, sends a surge of jealousy through his veins. Kai leans in closer, saying something that makes her laugh again, her hand brushing against his. Aemond’s grip tightens around his glass. She is wearing a silver slip dress, loose hair and seems to be... happy.

Without thinking, he gets up and makes his way over to their table. She looks up, her smile fading the moment she sees him. “Aemond” she says, her tone flat. “What are you doing here?”

“Just out for a drink,” Aemond replies smoothly, his eyes flicking to Kai. “Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

Kai shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Uh, maybe I should—”

“No” she interrupts, her gaze never leaving Aemond. “You don’t have to leave, Kai.”

But Kai is already standing, sensing the tension in the air. “It’s fine” he says awkwardly. “I’ll call you later.” He shoots Aemond a wary glance before quickly leaving the bar.

She watches him go, her face hardening as she turns back to Aemond. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she demands, her voice low but seething with anger. “You can’t stand to see me happy, can you?”

Aemond smirks, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I was just saying hello” he says innocently. “No need to get so worked up.”

She stands abruptly, grabbing her coat. “I’m leaving” she snaps. “And for the last time, I’m not working for you anymore. Find someone else to boss around.”

Aemond follows her out of the bar, his expression darkening. “Wait!” he calls after her. “You still need to pick up your last paycheck.”

“Make me a wire transfer” she retorts over her shoulder, not bothering to stop. “I don’t want to see you again.”

But Aemond isn’t willing to let her go just yet. He watches her storm off down the street, her pace quick and determined. He knows she lives somewhere near the Flea Bottom district, a rougher part of town on the outskirts. Without thinking, he jumps into his car and starts following her, keeping a careful distance as she navigates through the winding, narrow streets.

She finally reaches her building, a run-down apartment complex with flickering lights and peeling paint. Aemond pulls up and gets out of the car, his heart pounding. He watches her disappear inside, and for a moment, he considers leaving. But something pushes him forward, an inexplicable need to see her, to talk to her.

He takes a deep breath and presses the buzzer for her apartment. It takes a few moments, but eventually, the door buzzes open. He heads up the creaky stairs to her floor, where she’s waiting, her arms crossed and her expression furious.

“What do you want, Aemond?” she snaps. “Say whatever you need to say and then get the hell out. I have work tomorrow.”

He steps inside, the space small and cluttered but cozy, filled with personal touches—a stark contrast to his own sterile, minimalist apartment. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes searching hers. “I—” he starts, but the words catch in his throat. He doesn’t know what he wants to say.

“You’ve said enough already” she cuts him off. “You’ve insulted me, belittled me, hit me—what more could you possibly have to say?”

“I’m sorry” he blurts out, the words surprising even himself. “I’m sorry for everything.”

She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms tighter. “Is that it? You think an apology makes up for how you’ve treated me?”

Aemond takes a step closer, his voice softening. “I miss you. I miss the way you always managed everything, the way you put work before anything else—before your own life. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I can’t stand seeing you with… with someone else.”

She laughs bitterly. “Of course, it’s about you, isn’t it? You don’t care about me—you just don’t want anyone else to have me. You’re jealous, Aemond. That’s all this is.”

“Maybe I am” he admits, his eyes intense. “Maybe I can’t stand the thought of you with him because I—”

“Because what?” she challenges, her voice rising. “Because you think you own me? You don’t, Aemond. I’m not your possession.”

“Because I care about you!” he shouts, his frustration boiling over. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you, even when you’re not around. Because I—”

Before he can finish, he closes the distance between them, his hands gripping her arms. He kisses her roughly, desperately, his lips crashing against hers with a force that steals her breath away. For a moment, she resists, her hands pushing against his chest, but then something breaks inside her, and she gives in.

The kiss is fiery, filled with all the pent-up emotions between them—anger, frustration, longing. Aemond pulls her closer, his hands moving to her back, and her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him even deeper into the kiss.

When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together. Her eyes are filled with confusion and anger, but also something else—a flicker of desire, of something she’s been trying to deny for too long.

“Get out” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Aemond’s grip on her tightens. “No, I—”

“Get out!” she yells, pushing him away. “I don’t want you here. I don’t want this… I don’t want you.”

Aemond takes a step back, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows she doesn’t mean it—at least, he hopes she doesn’t. But he can see the determination in her eyes, the resolve. He nods slowly, backing away towards the door.

“I’ll leave” he says quietly. “But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

She doesn’t respond, just stands there, her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze distant. Aemond turns and leaves, the door closing behind him with a soft click. He stands outside for a moment, his heart racing, trying to process what just happened.

Inside, she sinks to the floor, her head in her hands. She’s exhausted—physically, emotionally. She doesn’t know what to do, what to think. But one thing is clear: nothing will ever be the same between them again.

Another week passes, and Aemond is nearing his breaking point. He’s more irritable than ever, snapping at everyone around him. His new assistant, Lisa, has quit after a particularly harsh comment about her incompetence, and he’s cycled through two more assistants since. No one can seem to fill the void she left behind. The thought of her is always at the edge of his mind, a constant, nagging presence.

Everywhere he looks, he’s reminded of her. The perfect organization of his closet, her sharp but efficient handwriting on his schedule, the way she always knew how to calm him down when he was in one of his moods. He’s tried to forget, tried to move on, but nothing works. He’s come to a stark realization: he doesn’t just miss her work ethic or her efficiency. He misses her. He needs her.

She, meanwhile, is struggling in her new job. She’s started working at a small startup as an assistant, but the pay is a fraction of what she earned with Aemond. Her first paycheck is a harsh reality check—only $400 for month. It doesn't covers her groceries, let alone rent or bills. She’s been wearing layers to bed to keep warm, unable to afford proper heating. She misses the stability, the security of her old job ($4000 for month)—even if it came with Aemond’s impossible attitude.

Despite everything, she can’t help but think about him too. She remembers their last encounter, the way he’d looked at her, the desperation in his eyes. And that kiss. She’d tried to forget the way his lips had felt on hers, tried to convince herself it meant nothing. But she can’t. The memory lingers, making her restless.

One evening, as she’s sitting at her small, wobbly kitchen table, trying to figure out how to stretch her last few dollars, there’s a knock at her door. She freezes, heart pounding. No one ever visits her here.

She opens the door to find Aemond standing there, looking worn and tired. For a moment, they just stare at each other, the silence heavy between them. He says her name, his voice rough. “Can I come in?”

She steps aside, letting him enter. He’s holding a folder, and she knows immediately what it is—a contract. “What do you want, Aemond?” she asks, her voice guarded.

“I want you to come back” he says simply, handing her the folder. “I’ve drawn up a new contract. Better pay, more benefits. And I promise, I swear, I’ll treat you better. No more… no more of what happened before.”

She hesitates, her fingers brushing the edge of the folder. “Why now?” she asks quietly. “Why come back now, after everything?”

Aemond sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Because I can’t do this without you,” he admits. “Because I’ve realized that I… I care about you. More than I should, maybe. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

Her heart skips a beat at his confession. She looks down at the contract, flipping through the pages. The terms are better than before—much better. But it’s not just about the money. It’s the way he’s looking at her, with a vulnerability she’s never seen before.

“I don’t know” she says softly. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”

“Please” he says, his voice almost breaking. “Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll make it right.”

She studies his face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all she sees is a man who looks lost without her. Against her better judgment, she finds herself nodding. “Okay” she whispers. “I’ll come back but only because my payment is good.”

Aemond lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding his features. “Thank you” he breathes. “Thank you”

The next evening, Aemond invites her to his apartment for dinner. He insists it’s to make peace, to start fresh. She’s hesitant at first, unsure if she should put herself in that position again, but eventually, she agrees. Part of her misses him too, misses the life she had working for him, even with all its complications.

When she arrives, the apartment is dimly lit, a soft, warm glow emanating from the candles placed around the room. It’s surprisingly intimate, and she feels a flutter of nerves in her stomach. Aemond greets her with a tentative smile, gesturing for her to sit at the elegantly set dining table.

Dinner is a quiet affair, the tension between them palpable. Aemond is uncharacteristically quiet, his usual bravado subdued. He serves a simple meal, one he’s prepared himself, and she’s surprised at the effort he’s gone to. As they eat, they talk—cautiously at first, then more freely, memories and old jokes breaking through the awkwardness.

“I’m sorry” Aemond says suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. “For everything. For how I treated you. I was… I was a complete asshole.”

Elara looks up, meeting his gaze. “Yes, you were” she agrees, but there’s a hint of a smile on her lips. “But I’m not exactly innocent either. I should have said something sooner, stood up for myself.”

Aemond nods, reaching across the table to take her hand. “You’re right. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

There’s a moment of silence, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Then, Aemond stands, moving around the table to kneel beside her chair. He takes her face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm take off her glasses with thin montature. "I cant'.... I can't see" she whispers, but Aemond doesn't care.

“I’ve missed you” he murmurs, his breath warm against her lips. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her. It’s softer than their last kiss, but just as intense, filled with a longing that’s been building for weeks. She melts into him, her hands sliding up his chest, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair, and she gasps against his mouth.

He pulls her up from the chair, guiding her backward until they’re against the wall. “I want you” he breathes, his lips moving to her neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone. “I want you so fucking much.”

She moans softly, her fingers curling into his shirt. “Aemond…”

He cuts her off with another kiss, his hands moving to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly. She can feel the heat radiating off his body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Tell me you want this too.”

“I—” She hesitates for a moment, her mind racing, but then she looks into his eyes and sees the raw, desperate need there. “Yes” she breathes. “I want this. I want you.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lifts her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. The room is dark, the only light coming from the city outside. He lays her down on the bed, his lips never leaving hers, his hands roaming over her body, exploring, claiming.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve tried to deny it, but I can’t anymore.”

He begins to undress her slowly, reverently, as if she’s something precious, something he’s afraid to break. His hands are gentle but firm, his touch electrifying. She arches into him, her body responding to his every movement.

As he presses her into the mattress, his body warm and solid against hers, she realizes that maybe—just maybe—this is where she’s meant to be. Here, with him, despite everything that’s happened. And as their bodies come together, the last of her reservations melt away, replaced by a deep, all-consuming need for the man holding her so tightly.

Aemond’s hands move over her body with a newfound tenderness, as if he’s discovering her for the first time. He slowly undresses her, his fingers deftly unzipping her dress, until it falls open. He slides the fabric down her shoulders, his lips following the path of his hands, kissing the exposed skin. She shivers under his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he murmurs against her neck, his breath hot on her skin. His hands move to her back, expertly unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. He takes a moment to look at her, his eyes dark with desire, before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue brushes against hers, and she responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He pulls back slightly, his lips hovering just above hers. “You're so pretty” he whispers, his voice rough with need. He lowers his head, trailing kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, and then lower still. His lips find her breasts, his mouth hot against her skin as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She moans, her back arching off the bed, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

Aemond moves lower, kissing a path down her stomach, his hands sliding on her tights. He pulls her lace panties down in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed. He takes a moment to admire her, his eyes drinking her in. Then, without warning, he lowers his head between her thighs, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

She cries out, her hands flying to his hair, her fingers twisting in the silvery strands. His tongue moves skillfully, licking and teasing her clit, his fingers pressing into her thighs to keep her still. She feels a wave of pleasure building, her body tensing with anticipation. Aemond groans against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her.

He flicks his tongue faster, his fingers joining in, sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She’s close, so close. He seems to sense it, increasing his pace, his tongue moving in circles, his fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot.

“Oh, God, Aemond—” she gasps, her voice breaking. Her hips buck against his face, her body trembling. He doesn’t let up, driving her higher, pushing her closer to the edge. She feels the tension coil tighter, tighter, until she cries out, her body spasming as she squirts, the intense pleasure ripping through her. Aemond doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers continuing their relentless assault, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. She’s panting, her body slick with sweat, her mind hazy with bliss.

"I—I'm sorry" she whispers, trembling. "It—it was the first time... I don't know..."

Aemond finally pulls back, his face glistening, a satisfied grin on his lips. He crawls back up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. “You’re incredible, fuck” he murmurs against her mouth. “You don't have to apologize”

Without breaking the kiss, he positions himself above her, his hard length pressing against her slick entrance. "Aemond" she stops him.

"You were right, I'm a fucking virgin"

He holds her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, something almost tender. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

She nods, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “Yes” she breathes. “I’m sure but... I...don't know, I'm not your type... I—” she is worried and Aemond notice that.

"I'll be gentle, now kiss me"

With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes into her, filling her wet pussy completely. She moans, her head falling back, her eyes closing as he stretches her, filling her in a way that feels both new and familiar. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, his hips rolling against hers, his movements deep and controlled.

He leans down, capturing her lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as he thrusts into her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Every thrust, every movement, is a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Aemond increases his pace, his breath ragged against her ear, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She moans in response, her fingers digging into his back, her body arching up to meet his every thrust. She’s close again, the pleasure building once more, and she can tell he is too, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“Come for me” he whispers, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want to feel you come around me”

His words send her over the edge. She cries out his name as she comes, her body tightening around him, pulling him deeper. Aemond follows moments later, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he spills into her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

“Don't worry” she whispers. “I'm on the pill”

They collapse together, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, their bodies slick with sweat. Aemond holds her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his face buried in her neck. For a moment, they just lie there, catching their breath, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

She feels a strange sense of calm wash over her, a feeling of contentment she hasn’t felt in a long time. She turns her head, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “What now?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Aemond lifts his head, his eyes meeting hers. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability she’s never seen before. “Now...” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You're mine....and....”

Fuck, he is hard agin.

Before she can catch her breath, Aemond lifts her effortlessly, pulling her onto his lap. He positions her over him, his hard length pressing against her slick entrance. She wraps her arms around his neck, her body still buzzing from her orgasm, her mind hazy with desire.

“Ride me” he growls, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her down onto him. She gasps as he fills her, stretching her, the sensation sending a new wave of pleasure coursing through her. She moves slowly at first, her hips rolling against his, finding a rhythm that makes them both moan.

Aemond’s hands roam over her body, gripping her hips, her ass, guiding her movements as she rides him. He leans in, capturing her lips in a rough, hungry kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, matching the rhythm of their bodies. She moans into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans against her lips, his hands tightening on her hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

She moves faster, her hips grinding against his, her body moving in perfect sync with his. “I...I feel... everything.” The pleasure builds again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, every roll of her hips. Aemond’s head falls back, his eyes closing, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips.

She feels the edge approaching again, her body straining, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She rides him harder, faster, her body desperate for release, her mind lost in the pleasure. Aemond’s grip on her tightens, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, driving deeper, harder.

“Yes, just like that" he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. “Come for me again.”

His words send her over the edge. She cries out, her body tightening around him, her orgasm crashing over her, a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. Aemond follows her over the edge moments later, his body shuddering as he comes deep inside her, his release hot and intense.

They collapse agin together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Aemond holds her close, his arms wrapped around her. For a moment, they just lie there, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Elara’s heart pounds in her chest, her mind spinning, her body spent but satisfied. She turns her head, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

Aemond lifts his head, his eyes meeting hers. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability she’s never seen before. “Now” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Together.”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite everything, she feels a flicker of hope. Maybe this is the start of something new, something real. And as they lie there, tangled together, she lets herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they can make it work.

[autolenaphilia]

Re-reading Auramgold's "The Abuser's Guide to Transmisogyny" and oh boy does it have the pulse on how transmisogyny works, especially the kind common on this website.(as the title might tell you, It's a sarcastic guide to using callout culture to isolate and abuse transfems, so basically all the content warnings.)

I'm not talking about the more explicit kind from outright terfs or nazis, although that is of course bad. I'm talking about the more insidious kind, the kind who has "terfs/nazis dni" in their bio, and who is often (tme) trans themselves. The kind of transmisogynist who openly disavows transmisogyny, but has a growing roster of callout posts about supposed "pedos/freaks" who all happen to be transfems. Really you should read all of it, but like here are some choice selections, things I've seen being done to mutuals like right now.

"The main factor of going for a fast and hard strike is finding some Controversial point to grow a harassment mob around. Maybe your victim said something you can ship-of-Theseus into sounding racist, maybe she chose to associate with someone already considered "problematic", maybe she even just posted about some sort of kink or sexuality and you're gonna bend that into her being a rapist or a pedophile. The last approach works best of all of these, as society is always primed to see trans girls as pedophiles; the TERFs already did the work for you on that front. But even if any sexual allegations aren't your centerpiece seed, they can do wonders as an extra spice, a perfect excuse for "if you support my victim against me, you're supporting pedophilia" attacks."

"Many communities have self-ascribed "anti-pedophile crusaders," and these are a valuable resource considering how easy it is to make someone see a trans girl as a sex criminal. Recruit them by leaning into a narrative of how your victim "protects pedophiles in <community>," which works especially well in fandom spaces with the presence of their "anti" faction. If you construct a narrative of your victim puppeting the community from behind the scenes, you can lean right into the fascist playbook of portraying your vulnerable victim as the puppetmaster."

"Of course, you don't even need even a made-up "victim" to accuse your trans girl victim of sexual impropriety. If your victim is into any sexuality at all, she's likely to have some kink or another that is vaguely Controversial enough to accuse her on. Never mind that it's between consenting adults, if you frame it as thoughtcrime, if you frame it as sin, it's very difficult for your victim to actually defend against it. One particularly effective mode to attack with is any caregiver/little dynamics your victim might be into, as it is very easy to twist "your victim likes diapers" into "your victim likes fucking children" as a ship-of-Theseus argument. Targeting littleness works especially well because it is a kink that usually comes from parental abuse that manifests into fawn trauma, and you can take advantage of your victim's trauma making her try to appease anyone that hurts her to neutralize any ability she has to fight back.

While littleness is one of the best targets to base accusations of sexual abuse on, basically any kink can work well enough for that. If she draws CNC you can call her a "secret rapist," if she's into petplay you can call her a "zoophile", if she's into gore or sadomasochism you can claim she's physically abusive. Hell, you can get the antis on your side if she merely ships the wrong characters together or likes a "bad" character, as they're all too willing to join at the hint of anything like that they can attack someone for. Literally any kink or sexuality can be twisted into a slight against your victim, and this works very well for your attacks so that they may pull at the groundwork the fascists already set out for you."

[la7ma-mafrooma]

About My Blog + Navigation

Name: you can call me Raven

Age: I'm in my 20s

Pronouns: she/her

I am a Muslim Arab.

My username means "Ground beef" in Arabic.

More important stuff after the cut

I post about multiple things, but right now I'm mainly focused on Palestine, Sudan,...etc.

My posts are most of the time serious but I still like to post lighthearted things from time to time.

I post in both Arabic and English.

**All the fundraisers I reblog are vetted but I DO NOT vet anything myself because I'm not Palestinian. If a fundraiser/list is not fully vetted, I'll state so in the tags of the post.**

Important Links. I'll keep it updated.

1) List of trusted organizations that are providing assistance inside of Gaza. List by @/tamarrud

DNI (Do not interact):

2) List of vetted campaigns. Post kindly compiled by @/tamarrud.

3) List of both vetted and unvetted but most likely legitimate Sudanese fundraisers. Kindly compiled by @/victormcdicktor

- Zionists

- Antisemitic people

- Islamophobes

- Anti-Arabs

- Neutral people

- Two-state solution supporters

- Those who only support "peaceful" resistance

- Anyone against liberation movements

- "Vote blue no matter what" folks

- Anyone who defends awful celebrities

- BTS and Blackpink fans (especially if you come from stan twitter) (I'm sorry but I've seen too much from y'all on Twitter—I gotta do this)

- Any kpop fan who doesn't hold their fave accountable and has used/is using Palestinian genocide in fan wars

- If you think boycotting doesn't work/are against the BDS movement

- Radfems (Radical Feminists)

(DNI list MAY be updated)

IMPORTANT NOTE:

My posts do not have any CW/TW on them so proceed at your own responsibility.

My Tags:

1) Search my blog for #My Blocklist if you wanna find people to block.

2) #WitchyWitchy's Translations has my previous translations. I do not translate as much nowadays for personal reasons, but I hope to go back soon.

💚Read my description just in case I missed anything💚

[baileypie-writes]

Can you do any of the main pretty cure girls x female reader who is a ray of sunshine and has always brighten the girls day, but reader is also a anti magical girl who fights for the bad guys, but when reader sees innocent people or those she cares about getting hurt she helps the main girls

A/N ~ Sure! I hope I interpreted your request correctly. Apologies if I didn’t! Hope you enjoy!

~The DokiDoki Pretty Cure with a Sunshine Villain Friend~

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Fandom: DokiDoki! Precure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, evil to good

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Mana Aida/Cure Heart, Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond, Alice Yotsuba/Cure Rosetta, Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword, Aguri Madoka/Cure Ace

Genre: Mostly fluff, minor angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: Makoto’s section is the most angsty, possibly OOC Aguri

~Masterlists~

~DokiDoki! Precure Masterlist~

Guide: Each character’s dialogue is their signature color, and Reader’s dialogue is uncolored.

‼️Glitter Force stans DNI‼️

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~Mana Aida/Cure Heart~

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~ Mana always sees the best in everyone, even the most cruel. So when she finds out you’re on the side of the Selfish, she still continues to be your friend. When in your company, she tries to keep the whole Pretty Cure thing out of conversation to reduce the risk of any drama. But of course, she still intends to bring you to the good side.

“Hey (name)! We’re all going to the mall. Wanna come?”

“You’re inviting me? Even though I’m-“

“Oh please! Don’t worry about that. We’re still friends! Now c’mon, let’s go!”

~ In her mind, someone as kind and caring as you can’t be all that bad. So she constantly tries to use that as an attempt to help you turn good. She’ll talk about how good it feels to be nice, and how if you wanted to, you could choose to do so all the time.

“Wow, that was a close one! It was so nice of you to save that child from the Jikochuu!

“I had to. They had nothing to do with this.”

“I knew you’re not all bad!”

“Oh Mana…”

~ She treats you the nearly same way as she treats Regina. Meaning she includes you in as many adventures as she can, and always tries to defend you when the others get mad at your label as a Selfish. In fact, she treat you even better than Regina, because you’re much kinder than her, so there’s more to work with.

“Why are you inviting (name), Mana? They’re a Selfish. They don’t belong here.”

“Aw, c’mon. Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh? After all, they’re still a great friend!”

“How great can they be if they’re one of the people who helped take over the Trump Kingdom?”

“Makopi, please have some compassion! I’m sure they did it because they never knew about being good! They were only doing what they were told. I’m sure if we let them, they can switch sides!”

~ It always makes Cure Heart’s day when you help out in battles. It makes her so happy how you go out of your way to fight against your own side when innocent people’s lives are in danger. It gives her even more hope that you can be reformed, and more determination to help you.

“Cure Heart, look out!”

“Woah, that was close! You saved me, thanks! Hey, don’t you think you’d make a good Pretty Cure? You’re so caring, I think you’d be a natural!”

“Not a chance.”

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~Rikka Hishikawa/Cure Diamond~

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~ When she first met you, Rikka tried her hardest not to be your friend. She thought it would be easy, considering you were evil. However, when someone who’s a walking ray of sunshine comes into your life, it’s hard to warm up to them.

“Hey guy! I brought cookies!”

“They’re not poisoned, are they?”

“What? No? Why on earth would they be?”

“Because you’re evil?”

“Yeah, but I’m not a monster! Just try one!”

“Hmm… these are actually pretty good.”

~ She would’ve preferred not to see you, to avoid conflicting feelings. But of course, Mana couldn’t care less. She tried talking some sense into her, trying to get her to understand that you were evil, but to no avail. Knowing Mana’s tendency to not give up seeing the good in people, she just learned to bear with your presence. Although, she can’t help but enjoy it when it’s so nice.

“Hey guys! Look who’s here!”

“Who?”

“Hello!”

“Oh. Hey (name)…”

“Ha! You’re smiling! That means you’re happy to see me!”

“No!…”

~ Sometimes, she forgets that you’re on the bad side, and finds herself being friendly with you. She hates to admit it, but she thinks you’re fun to be around. But of course, once her memory comes back, a pit of guilt in her stomach makes her distance herself from you once again.

“Hey, I know that book! It’s really good!”

“Really, you like it?”

“Yeah! The twist at the end is so good! Oh, sorry! I don’t wanna spoil.”

“Haha, it’s okay. I’ve actually already read this a few times. I really like it too.”

“Rikka! A Jikochuu is nearby!”

“Aaand that’s my queue to leave!”

“Oh… yeah…”

~ Conflicting feelings once again find themselves in Cure Diamond’s mind whenever you choose to help them out with fighting Jikochuus. She knows she should dislike you for being a Selfish, but she can’t help but remember Mana’s way of thinking. Afterwards, her demeanor towards you alters a bit. She continues being friendly to you, but when it comes to Pretty Cure stuff, she never lets that get in the way of saving the Trump Kingdom.

“Hey (name).”

“Hey Rikka! Wow, you’re actually talking to me first?”

“Haha, yeah. I just wanted to say that it was really cool of you to save Mana like that.”

“Oh, it was nothing. I just didn’t want my friend to get hurt. You know I’d do the same for you, right?”

“Yeah… I do.”

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~Alice Yotsuba/Cure Rosetta~

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~ Alice just went along with whatever Mana did. So when Mana decided to be your friend, so did she. She didn’t really care much about you being a selfish, just as long as you weren’t purposely hanging out with them to target them. But you weren’t, so she treats you with the utmost kindness and hospitality.

*Alice’s car pulls up next to you*

“Good day, (name). The girls and I are having a tea party later today. You’re welcome to attend if you’d like.”

“Wow, really? That sounds like fun! I’d love to!”

“Wonderful. Would you like to ride in the car with me, or would you rather teleport.”

“Eh, teleporting’s too boring. Besides, I’ve never ridden in a car before!”

~ While she trusts you, she still keeps tabs on you, just to be safe. She has security cameras everywhere, so there’s no avoiding her watchful eyes. It’s not a secret either. Just ask, and she’ll admit it.

“How was Makoto’s concert, (name)?”

“Great! Wait, how did you know I was there?”

“My family owns the security cameras in the building she performed in.”

“So… you were spying on me.”

“(name), I’m aware of everything that happens around the city.”

“Oh…”

~ Anytime a potential fight or argument threatens to break out due to you being a Selfish, Alice quickly and calmly stops it before it can happen. She prefers to keep your “job” something only to be talked about during Pretty Cure related things.

“Why is the Selfish here?”

“Because they’re our friend.”

“They’re no friend of mine.”

“Please, Aguri. Let’s not argue. Just enjoy the party; something unrelated to our jobs.”

~ The main reason Cure Rosetta treats you as a friend is because of your kindness. She knows that if you were truly evil, your kindness wouldn’t even be a fraction of what it is. So she believes that it’s not worth it to hate you. Over time, her thoughts are only proven more true as you continue to help them out during battles. Any true villain couldn’t care less about people they know getting hurt, never mind innocent bystanders.

“I can’t believe (name) still has the nerve to show their face. Especially after all they’ve done.”

“Makoto, isn’t (name) a big supporter of yours?”

“Well, yeah. But that doesn’t matter.”

“I beg to differ. If they were truly so bad, don’t you think they wouldn’t be listening to your music?”

“Hmph…”

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~Makoto Kenzaki/Cure Sword~

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~ Makoto made no effort whatsoever to be your friend. She refused to talk to you as much as possible, not wanting to interact with one of the people responsible for the taking over of her home. Convinced it was all an act, she despised you for even having the nerve to be so friendly with the others.

“How’s your day been, Makoto?”

“It was fine until you showed up. And don’t call me that. If you want to refer to me, call me Kenzaki.”

“Woah, no need to be so cold!”

“I have every right to be cold.”

~ Anytime you showed your presence, her attitude immediately shifted to a grumpy one. She did not want you around, and she didn’t even try to hide it. She made many attempts to get the others to stop hanging out with you, but none were successful. If only Mana weren’t so keen on seeing the good in people.

“Hey Makopi! Look who’s coming to the mall with us!”

“Oh, it’s them. I’m second thought, maybe I won’t go.”

“Aww, c’mon Makoto! It’ll be fun!”

“I told you, call me Kenzaki. We’re not friends, and never will be.”

~ Eventually, against her will, Makoto seemed to begin warming up to you. It started when she found out you were a fan of hers. She found it annoying at first, and would give you signed merchandise to get you to leave her alone. But over time, she would find herself anticipating your interactions with her. But of course, she’d never admit it.

“We needed to get rid of some extra stock, so here’s a CD of some of my older songs. I already signed it.”

“Oh my gosh, no way! You’re the best, Makoto! Thank you!”

“I’ve told you many times before, call me Ken- You know what? Never mind.”

~ It confused her a lot when you’d help them out. You cared way too much for the innocent and those you considered friends, even though you were supposed to be harming them. The one thing it took for her to finally trust you was you saving her. Since then, she no longer treated you with disgust and hatred. Instead, she greeted you with soft, barely noticeable smiles. She even talks to you, and laughs at your jokes.

“Why did you save me?”

“Because you’re my friend, Makoto.”

“No I’m not.”

“To me, you are. Even if it’s one-sided, I still care about you. But I don’t think it’s one-sided. After all, you let me call you by your first name now!”

“*sigh* You know, I tried my best to hate you. But you just keep making it harder. I don’t even think I still do at this point.”

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~Aguri Madoka/Cure Ace~

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~ Like Makoto, Aguri also refused to be your friend at first. But her dislike for you didn’t come from a personal level, but from a respect for her kingdom. She feels as though it’s simply irresponsible and downright offensive to the Trump Kingdom for her to even consider being friendly with you.

“Wanna go hang out at Alice’s house, Aguri?”

“Will the Selfish be there?”

“You mean (name)? Yeah, why?”

“Then I’ll have to pass. Sorry.”

~ But unlike Makoto, her feelings are much more easily swayed. Of course, she’s still very stubborn. But she knows she’s growing to like you. And besides, she doesn’t show her love for her other friends that much either. For you specifically though, she’s much more cold.

“Hello Selfish.”

“Oh, hi Aguri! Wow, you’re actually talking to me!”

“Hm, yeah. But that doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Haha, I’m not convinced.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.”

~ She carefully and closely studied your relationship with the others, and took note of how caring you are when it comes to their safety. She also took into account how you also care for the safety of random bystanders. This was what really pushed her to finally trust you.

“Selfish, why do you go out of your way to help others? You’re supposed to be evil.”

“Well, because I care about them. The bystanders have nothing to do with what’s going on. And, of course, you all are my friends. So why wouldn’t I save you?”

“But you’re not supposed to care.”

“Then I guess that’s what makes me special!”

~ After a while, she finally allowed herself to bond with you. You finally earned yourself the right for her to talk to you, to which nobody ever thought would happen. She even considers the two of you to be friends. Though, of course, she’d never say it out loud. But don’t take it personally. However, when it comes to the sake of her kingdom, don’t expect her to spare you.

“Can you pass me the cake (name)?”

“Sure! Wait, you didn’t call me ‘Selfish’! You actually said my name!”

“Yeah, yeah. Just gimme the cake.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[redr0sewrites]

Kim'dael x reader Headcanons

she is criminally underrated omfg here are some headcanons reqs are open!

🥀CW: nsfw, mommy kink, blood/knife kink, thirst and filth, bondage, mentions of wlw sex ig?

🥀 minors dni with the nsfw part

SFW:

SHE PAINTS HER NAILS ALL DIFFERENT COLORS ALL THE TIME

shes gotten really good at it, and she will do yours if you want her too

shes a really intense lover, but has a softer side

shes always flirting with you, and enjoys seeing you flustered

she will let you do her makeup, and will be smirking at you the ENTIRE time

she will teach you how to fight and defend yourself if you dont already know how

she has lots of enemies, and wants to make sure your safe

she has lived a long time, and knows how to read people very well. she can always tell when your feeling upset, but will wait for you to talk to her sbout it as she doesnt want to intrude

i feel like she would give you lots of gifts, shes not necessarily good with words but she will gift u lots of charms and trinkets. if she sees you wearing any jewelry shes given you, her heart will flutter a little

there has to be a lot of trust and communication within the relationship, kim'dael knows she isnt the easiest to love and that her life is difficult

if anything were to happen to you, she would go apeshit even if your wounded with just a scratch whoever hurt you is going to PAY

she likes really long, intimate kisses that lead into messy makeout sessions

if you let her drink your blood, she will be very, VERY careful not to hurt you or take too much

she finds your blood especially strong because of your bond and your love so she will save it for special occasions

she is very intelligent, and she enjoys talking about complex things with you

she plans ahead alot, and is always very punctual for dates

she INSISTS on paying for you milf behavior

she is very passionate about her past and her beliefs, and if you feel otherwise that may lead ot disagreements

she doesn't like avizandum or any of the archdragons very much

she mourns the moonshadow companions that she lost so long ago, but acts like it doesnt bother her anymore

NSFW

DOM DOM DOM

if you have a vampire kink your in luck

she is SUPER into marking and by the end of the night your skin is covered in bite marks and scratches

seeing you bloody is a turn on for her, and she has a knife kink. she wont hurt you too bad, but enjoys running the knife over you during sex and watching you shiver from the cold metal

super into bondage (i forget the fancy name) and will tie you up with thick red ropes in intricate designs

she will tease you for HOURS before the sex even starts

if you have boobs, she will ravish them

she also enjoys if you mark or play with hers, and will smirk the whole time

she prefers recieving to giving, and will pull on your hair when your going down on her

she will not be afraid to grind her hips on your face, she LOVES seeing your face all messy from her cunt

she also enjoys riding your face, your fucked out expression is something she cherishes

very much into scissoring teehee

if u have a cock, she LOVES riding you until your whimpering she will not let you cum until she does

SO MUCH DEGRADING SHE IS MEAN

mommy kink? mommy kink

"awe, your gonna come already? thats too bad, mommy hasn't come yet.. i guess if you beg really sweetly, mommy might let you come sooner. come on, i know you can do better then that doll~"

scratches you down your back with her long nails and will watch as you squirm and whimper

she is also into pain herself and would very much enjoy it if you gave her hickeys

POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE POSSESSIVE

she is into public sex, its such a turn on for her if you guys are almost caught

sex in the woods/outdoor sex is definitely a yes for her

she can go all night, shes not stopping until you both are more than satisfied

SHE IS SO UNDERRATED WHERE ARE THE FICS FOR HER??? auugh she is so fine. reqs are open, lmk if you want more! i tried to make this gender neutral, but i feel like she would be more inclined towards a female/gender neutral partner however this can be seen as a male reader :) lmk if there are any mistakes!

[lambsaucemeadows]

about me.

hi. you can call me nicc (like nick) or lamb (she/her), i'm from canada (boooo) and in my early 20s .

i'm bisexual and on the asexual spectrum, leaning more towards demisexual and sex ambivalent (i have a very weird relationship towards sex).

i just like to reblog stuff (❁´◡`❁) this includes anything and everything related to my interests such as:

art

animals and nature

human rights

shows and movies

characters i like (call of duty, sanrio, care bears, etc.)

and more :)

down to chat and make friends, just don't be like over 26 or under 18.

DNI IF (in no particular order):

you're a bigot in anyway (homophobic, racist, misogynistic, transphobic, ableist, anti-semetic, etc)

you support israel or are neutral 🍉

you defend pedophilia or are a literal pedo

you normalize the abuse of women (both in porn and real life)

you normalize the abuse of children

you think men don't belong in feminism (i say i hate men a lot but i don't actually hate all men,,, just a lot of 'em)

you're into noncon/have a rape kink,, you're sick in the head for enjoying that shit!

you're into incest (this includes step family members which is just as fucken weird)

probably more but yeah

just don't be a piece of shit and we should be fine :)

enjoy ♡

[itsthatswordlesbian]

INTRODUCING MYSELF

Hey!

My name is Cassandra. You can call me Cass for short.

I’m a lesbian female and my pronouns are she/her.

I’m an adult.

I’m a selenophile (a person who loves the moon).

My favourite media is Tangled: The Series.

I love history and anything and everything old-fashioned.

My favourite colour is forest green and my favourite animal is the owl.

My MBTI type is ISTJ, my Enneagram type is Sp/Sx 3w4 (tritype 386) my Hogwarts house is Slytherin, my D&D moral alignment is lawful neutral, my temperament is Choleric-Melancholic, and my Global 5 type is RLOEN.

I’m a warrior through and through and am passionate about martial arts of all kinds (fencing, archery, Krav Maga, etc), collecting weapons, and studying the ways of the warrior, the principles of protection, strategy, truth elicitation, and lie detection.

In addition to that, I like exploring both cities and nature, going on adventures, enjoying açai strawberry lemonade refreshers (without the gross strawberry chunks included) at Starbucks, listening to music (especially Lana Del Rey), and riding horses.

BLOG RULES

> Don’t flirt with me

> Don’t interact with me sexually

> Don’t try to meet up with me in real life

> Don’t ask me about my personal information

DNI

> Basic DNI criteria (https://dni-criteria.carrd.co/)

> Anyone who supports, participates, tolerates, or/and justifies the violation of peoples’ sexual boundaries, pedophilia, zoophilia, or/and incest

> Anyone who supports, participates, tolerates, or/and justifies fatphobia or/and body shaming

> Anyone who discriminates by peoples’ religious or/and spiritual beliefs

> Proshippers

> Gothel or/and Zhan Tiri defenders

> Catfishers

> Trolls

[poggersbathwater]

I don't know how this Tumblr thing works even tho I've been on this app for quite a bit now despite my long hiatus

Anyway, late intro time :)

I'm Harlee ✨

She/they when referring to me

I'm into Danganronpa (specifically the fangames because the fangan scene of the Danganronpa fandom is a lot more chill), Homestuck (very late to the party, I know), D&D (really new to this one), and Animal Crossing. I'm big into writing and art (fanart/fanfiction and original works-I'm actually working on the lore of a big passion project rn). I may have adhd and/or autism, though nothing has been diagnosed. I make a lot of art, which you guys will probably see, assuming I get a stylus for this dang tablet.

Edit: I also like Gorillaz. Please talk to me about Gorillaz. It's my favorite band :D

Edit: making a dni now

Dni if you apply to any of these (yes I do block people- no this isnt something I expect you to look at before just.. liking or reblogging a post.)

Being bigoted in general (racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, any phobics I didn't get in this list-)

Trump supporters (ew imagine supporting a person on the Epstein flight logs)

Pro/com/neutral shippers- I don't rlly call myself an anti cus I think im just normal but lots of my opinions do align with anti-shippers- I don't harass ppl cus that's basic human decency (not like antis actually do that anyway tho)

Radqueers (I have recently learned what this is and it makes me uncomfortable)

TERFS/SWERFS/Radfems (I know there's more but these are the only two I know of- I forgot to put these on here. Trans ppl r valid.)

Exclusionists (I probably have a really basic idea of this in my head from when I was on Instagram and exclus made flop posts but asexuals and pansexuals and neopronouns are fine and they're not hurting you and this doesn't matter irl)

Swifties (specifically the ones who defend her with their life)

Zionists (screw off, free palestine)

Conspiracy theorists (because of my own discomforts that I could totally make a whole post on)

Anyone over the age of 30 or under 13 (cus of TOS- ik some of you fake your age tho- you know who you are, be proactive)

People who like Boyfriends or Lore Olympus (specifically the diehard fans)

Men who like Andrew Tate or incel/alpha male content

I think that's a really passable dni but if it applies to you please do not interact with me

[chafelis]

RULES┊BFYI & DNI┊CHARACTER LIST

disclaimer ; as a writer i am not obligated to respond to asks if i don't want to answer them ! please do not act entitled in my inbox i will block you !

RULES ;

please have your age somewhere on your blog before interacting with me! it can be in your title or pinned post, i will block you if you don't! if you don't feel comfortable sharing your age publicly feel free to shoot me an anon ask with your age and username so that doesn't happen

after consideration i've decided this blog can be 17+ however i don't feel comfortable with minors engaging with my nsfw content ! i can't really regulate who actually consumes my content or know who lies about their age on the internet so this is my way of accepting that. i will however block minors that engage with any nsfw posts!

i write noncon, dubcon, & stepcest; these are all very triggering & i am doing it to get over my own trauma. i understand these are very triggering topics for many people & i hope you proceed carefully as you consume my content. you curate your internet experience and i set clear disclaimers on all my works.

as such i need you to understand i am not romanticizing abuse & rape and that you as a reader have to differentiate what i am writing from reality. don't come into my inbox acting as morality police you will be blocked!

DNI ;

basic dni criteria, hoyoverse dick riders ( don't get me started on sumeru defenders please block me if you think hoyo being blatantly colorist and racist is okay )

i write gender-neutral readers with occasional afab inserts in some nsfw posts. try your best not to send in highly gendered asks unless i have expressed interest in such as it makes me feel dysphoric.

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On Cloud 9 -

steve harrington x eddie munson x reader 12k Words

NSFW- threesome(m/m/f), praise, degradation, bdsm, pillow princess steve, dom eddie, rope bondage, p in v, afab reader. Body and Race neutral

You and Steve Harrington were highschool sweethearts turned exes turned best friends. So when you become stressed from exams you know just the way to calm down. And you know just the guy to get it from.-

Where a trip to Eddie munsons house for weed turns into unpacking sexual tension for all three of you.::

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:: nsfw below the cut: minors dni 

Senior finals are objectively the easiest but most stressful part of anyone's high school career. Your eyes are aching under the fluorescent lights as you work on the same review packet you started three days ago. Two more weeks and you were out of there. 

The sharp ring of the bell made your body tense. 

The hallways were hell as you pushed through the sea of people, snarling your nose at the girls pressed to lockers like you weren’t that very girl three years ago as a puny freshman desperate for any attention you could get.

You scan the parking lot for the flaky paint of none other than Steve Harrington's car. He leaned against the hood, a blond girl with a ponytail twisting around her fingers beside him, a plastic dramatic smile on her face as she talked to him.

You scoff as you wait for cars before you cross. The all-familiar stench of marijuana filled your nose as a car slowly drove past. 

You thought for a moment about the last time you even smoked a joint. How you would absolutely kill to have a smoke and let ‘unit four of Advanced Algorithms’ fall from your mind. 

Steve’s eyes landed on your snarled nose and distasteful expression. He threw his hands up in a “what the hell?” gesture as you grew closer. The girl he was talking to– well she was more talking at him –watched in confusion as you walked up to them. 

“Really Harrington? High School girls?” You asked as you made a pained face at the, likely sophomore, girl who shifted her eyes around before excusing herself and shuffling away from you two.

“I wasn’t trying to talk to her like that man!” he tried to defend. “She came towards me and I blacked out!” He said in an exasperated tone before turning back to you. 

You saw that look on his face. Absolutely not. That was his look of ‘I’m about to be the biggest dick ever’.

His eyes squinted and you couldn't fathom that at one point you would melt under the gaze. 

“Were you jealous or something?” 

There it was. The classic Steve Harrington dick move.

You scoffed before turning to stomp to the passenger side of the car and fling open the door with an ear-piercing creak of rusty hinges.

“You so fucking wish dude,” you yelled over your shoulder. 

The car was boiling hot and you groaned in annoyance. You were tired and stressed, and a hot car making drips of sweat melt down the skin of your back wasn’t what you would prefer to be happening.

“What's up your ass today?” Steve jabbed as you slouched back.

“How much cash do you have?” You asked, his eyebrows furrow.

“What? Why?” 

“Will you buy me some pot?” You asked and he broke into a barking laugh.

“Dude, I hang with a bunch of geeky kids all the time. Do you think I know any drug dealers?”

You rolled your eyes remembering the days two years prior you would watch him at parties, a joint between his lips and his hand around your waist. 

Sat perched like his little trophy.

“Whatever. If I find a guy will you pay?” You asked, and he rubbed a hand over his forehead avoiding eye contact as you flashed him a desperate droopy-eyed look. 

He knew how to say no to you, but you couldn’t see him doing it now.

He also knew that everything seemed to suck extra bad recently, and how you used to unwind with a pipe against your lips in the backyard of his family's house.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. As long as we can share.” He stared pointedly at you. 

“Deal.” You nodded, flashing a thankful smile. 

He cranked the car, letting the engine loudly turn over while you tried to devise a plan when you saw him.

A long mess of curls, a cigarette between his lips.

You recalled hearing a girl talk about buying adderall from him at a party. Surely, if he was selling pills, he was bound to have some weed. 

A grin split across your face as you unclicked your seatbelt.

“Give me a second!” You shouted as you clumsily hauled yourself out of the car with Steve shouting after you.

Your anxiety swelled as you approached where Eddie and a few of his friends stood around the rusted bed of a truck. 

One of the guys with him took note of your steady walk towards them, tapping Eddie's arm and pointing.

You rolled the jewel of your necklace around in your hands as you shyly stood in front of him.

“Hi.” You breathed out, a tremendously awkward way to greet a guy you've never met.

“What?” He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

All of his friends stood behind him eyeing you as you flittered your gaze between them and the tall frame of Eddie.

“I uh, I was wondering if you sell?” You said, trying not to seem like some paranoid freshman by lowering your voice.

“Yeah, what do you need?” 

“Pot. An ounce or two maybe?” You reply wondering if his eyes are focused on the necklace rolling between your fingers or the cleavage underneath it.

“Yeah, yeah. I, uh, take my address real fast, stop by at 7, and you can look around?” 

“How much do you sell for?” You asked.

“How much you got?” he shrugged, smiling a little. You wondered if that was something he always does or if you're being an egocentric asshole for thinking he is.

“My friend is payin’ actually. Is it cool if he comes with tonight?” You gesture over to Steve, who was taking notice of you facing him. 

“Steve?” Eddie laughed a little. “He’s your friend?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re close or whatever,” You said, hoping to sound cooler than you were.

“Yeah, yeah, it's fine if he comes with, man. He knows two of my boys.” 

You nod and chew on your lip. The sun was becoming too hot on your skin and the imposing presence of the guy made you hot under the collar already.

“Here’s my address. 7,” Eddie said around his cigarette. He handed you a slip of paper between ringed fingers.

-

Steve wasn't happy to find out the club Mike and Dustin raved about was run by a drug dealer who failed senior year…twice. To which you snapped “I failed senior year too, asshole” And he shrugged in that annoying way he does when he knows he’s pressing a button.

“Whatever, dickwad, get home safe.” You reply as you both pull into your driveway. 

“Do you wanna hang out actually?” He asked before you could slam the door. 

“I mean, yeah,” You roll your eyes, pretending you weren’t a little bit glad he wanted you around after basically stealing his cash for drugs. “Come on.” You roll your eyes. You pretended that

-

You both lounged comfortably, giggling like middle schoolers with excitement. 

“I’ve been on the same review packet for three fucking days. I need a fucking joint and a vibrator right now.” You huffed as Steve finished telling you about the kids who decided to try to steal a porno movie. 

He scrunched his nose. “Dude, you don't need to tell me about your sexual frustration.” He bit. You rolled your eyes, letting your lips purse in annoyance.

“Steve.” You gritted out.

“What!” He said in that same ‘what did I do tone’ he loved so much.

“You have fucked me halfway to heaven before and if I want to talk about busting one good nut sometimes, I should be allowed to.” You finished your statement with a drawn-out grunt of annoyance. 

You never wanted to genuinely be a dickhead to Steve. However, there was something so infuriatingly relaxing about watching him shrink down as you bark out complaints. 

You both sat in silence for a while after that. His head had fallen to press against the side of yours, a comfortable reminder he was there. 

“It’s 6:45 and I don't know where that freak lives so we better get a move on,” Steve said as your eyes fluttered with exhaustion.

“Yeah, let's get goin’.”

-

Steve groaned as you pulled into a trailer park. The tires crackled loud through the quiet dark as they passed over the gravel roads.

“Max lives here. Can’t believe she's neighbors with a fucking drug dealer.” You heard Steve mutter.

It was amusing the way the kids always plagued his mind. They’d been through a lot together and it was refreshing that there was someone there to understand. 

You thought about all the times Steve would explain something to you and you'd sit with tears in your eyes; Imagining the much smaller faces of the kids going through what they did. 

So yeah, it wasn’t too satisfying to pull into the driveway across from the red-haired girl's home. 

With slightly rusted gutters and a dirty yellow paint job, Eddie Munson's home looked… Normal. 

Like every other home on the street. Slightly gritty, the windows visibly dirty and a yellow light shining from inside. 

You glance towards Steve as you anxiously glare at the door. 

“Are you gonna stand here” Steve whisper yelled at you blinked with hesitation up at him before he sighed, raising his fist to knock hard. 

“Jesus Christ, Steve! He’s gonna think we’re the fuckin’ feds!” You snapped.

The door clicked open a moment before Steve could bite back a response. You stared in a state of shock for a moment as Eddie gave you a greeting smile.

“Hey! Glad you could make it. Uh, come in, mind the, uh, everything.” He said gesturing around with a cigarette that laid lit in his fingers.

He made a wide gesture that almost made you bark out laughing. His arms held wide in the direction of a hallway where a wooden door lay slightly cracked, music thumping a heavy beat behind it. 

“So, let me see.” He said as you glanced awkwardly around. Your eyes landed on the familiar patterns of album covers you had in your room. The walls were littered with band posters and what you could only assume were dungeon and dragons monsters by the snarled teeth and almost childlike art style. 

How was he such a fucking nerd and kept a biting, fire-hot aura going?

“Ok so, I have adderall, oxys, annnnnd molly, pill-wise.” You scrunch your nose in denial.

“I can’t imagine how insanely sufferable you’d be on an adderall” Steve jabbed, elbow clicking to your side in a light push.

“Fuck off, dude,” You rolled your eyes. You wanted to blush at him teasing you in front of a drug dealer.

“Ok, I get that. I am actually pretty stocked on pot right now though. What strain we thinking?” Eddie asked before pulling jars from a wobbly dresser. 

“Uh, what's good for stress?” Steve asked before you could reply. God damn, you wish he’d let you talk.

“Indica, dumbass. Now let me pick it and shut it.” You offered a fake smile, taunting him with a grin that leaked with sarcasm.

“Indica, yeah. Let me actually go grab one from the kitchen first.” 

You nodded and he brushed past you, his toned arms brushing against you with a firecracker spark. 

“Isn't that the stupid band you listen to?” Steve asked, gesturing towards a Sex Pistols poster on Eddie’s wall.

“They’re not stupid!” You frowned hard at him.

Eddie returned as Steve replied. “Any band with ‘Sex’ in the name should be sick. They just sound like music that makes people bully you in the hallways.” 

“Woah! You got something against the Pistols, Harrington?” Eddie said boisterously as he slid into the room with two jars in his hands.

“He was popular in high school which means his music taste is trash.” You said lowly, more to yourself than the room. But Eddie chuckled low, snapping his fingers with a hissing sound.

“She got you!” He laughed.

You smiled a little and Steve even had a bit of a grin tugging the corner of his lips.

“You like good music then, huh?” Eddie asked as he twisted the lid of one of the jars before letting you sniff it. It was smooth and strong, nostalgic almost.

“Yeah?” He asked looking over at you with an expecting grin.

You sniffed again almost moaning with just the smell of what made you feel so very eased.

“Perfect.” You replied. Steve cocked his head at you. 

“Good weed smells heavenly, dude. You always had that rich kid shit that smelled like roadkill and was most definitely half bay leaves.” You pat Steve's shoulder, holding in an apologetic way onto the crook of his arm. 

“That's probably true. I know the guy who sold to all the rich douches on the basketball team and there's most definitely more than just some cabinet spices in that shit.” 

Steve snorts a little to your surprise.

“This is $20 an ounce. Before you say anything though, I've never had a better bong rip in my life than with this.” Eddie threw his head back in a reminiscent grin.

“I only have a bowl. Does it still hit as good?” You asked and he shook his head, frizzy curls shaking with the move.

He scoffed.

“Listen, my uncles out all night and you-“ he cleared his throat eyes darting to Steve who stood lost in staring around Eddie's clutter.

“You seem cool enough so why don’t we smoke some here with my bong, and I can grab some drinks too?” 

It was a shock really.

Being told you’re cool was already absurd enough, but being cool enough to be offered to smoke with an admittedly good-looking guy who you just so happened to be very similar to. 

“Uh? I'm cool with that if you are?” Steve said as you stood in stunned silence. 

“Oh- yeah, yeah. That’s fine!” You choked out trying not to let heat overtake your face.

“Sick! You can hang in the living room and I’ll grab some beers. Beers?” Eddie ask.

“Beers fine,” Steve politely said and you remembered in shame how much of a lightweight you are. 

“I’m good, thanks,” You waved dismissively as you followed Steve to the living room.

-

Eddie was so right about how smooth it hit. 

You threw your head back and closed your eyes as you held in the first puff of smoke. Opening them again slowly to watch the smoke cloud in front of you. 

Eddie's eyes watched intensely as you smiled and nodded, handing the glass over to Eddie. 

You felt the first rush of soothing calm lick behind your eyelids, that warm quilt in your chest as it settled.

Your mind wandered.

Eddie looked good. His hands were nice to look at. The rings on his fingers clinked against the bong as he passed it to Steve who nodded in thanks. You watched the smoke pool from Eddie's lips as he leaned back waiting to feel the warm feeling soak through his body.

“Good?” You ask as Steve breathes out. He shrugs and you roll your eyes before taking the lighter, flicking it to the bowl before pulling it out and letting the smoke fill your lungs in a rush.

You held back a cough, laughing a little as Eddie repeated you.

After a few more passes and refills, you were in your element. Thick weight on your chest, little tingles on the tips of your fingers. You couldn’t stop giggling as Eddie explained DND to Steve. 

From your spot with your head in his lap, you watched as Steve's eyes furrowed in confusion. His eyes were glossy, his lips cracked slightly. 

“Why does a 20 always mean critical hit?” Steve asked slowly, making you and Eddie groan loud in sync making the both of you laugh a little.

You giggled through your words as you loudly told Steve that a nat 20 is different from adding your own character's stats.

“That's so complicated and stupid!” Steve complained and you scoffed.

“You’re just an idiot.” 

“You failed your senior year, dip shit!” He deflected, making you twist into a dramatized fake crying face.

“So, how do you two even know each other?” Eddie asked from the opposite side of the room.

Your giggles caught you again as you watched Eddie crack a grin at you.

“We used to date actually.” 

Eddie raised his brows. “Really? How are you so close after a breakup?” Eddie asked, taken aback by the idea that Steve ‘the smooth talker’ had gone for, to simply put it, you.

“She's too irritating for anyone else, so I keep her around.” Steve teased, but in opposing action let his hand gently card through your hair.

“It’s because you get to see my boobs at sleepovers.” You said with an eye roll. 

“That’s so not true! I can see so many boobs anytime I want, dude. You’re not special.” 

“Steve! Didn’t know you turned that route after high school!” Eddie said making you bark out a laugh, clutching at your sides. Steve’s laughing vibrated from under you in a gentle reminder it was all banter at the end of the day. 

“You do it for my tits. Don’t try to lie!” You feign attitude.

“Okay? I’m allowed to though because I’ve seen like, everything else too!” Steve quips back. 

Your cheeks flush a little as he basically just said how he's seen you bare naked in front of a guy you’re just getting to know.

“You’re disgusting. Don’t bring up us banging in front of Eddie!” 

“Dude, I can only assume the best for Steve and guess you banged before anyways,” Eddie said from his spot. Steve laughs loud and sharp, a jeering lilt at Eddie taking his side this time.

“And I was the best damn lay you’ll ever get!” You snapped making both boys chuckle low.

“You’re pretty good, I guess” Steve shrugged glancing down at where you gaped at him.

“Just ‘pretty good’?” Eddie snickers making your cheeks flush. It was hard to swallow the thought of Eddie thinking of how Steve regularly blew your back out two years prior.

“Is that why I had to teach you how to finger?” You muttered to Steve who choked for a second.

Hot arousal was pooling, much to your disliking. Weed happened to make you unbearably horny and to make it worse, Steve knew.

You tried not to rub your legs together. Fighting the urge to let memories of cumming around your best friend's fingers flicker about in your head.

Steve lazily grabs at the forgotten beer before struggling to twist the lid. 

“Ah, shit. Sorry, man. I don’t think we have a bottle opener either.” Eddie slurred a bit from his loose position on the sofa.

“I got one in my car. Let me grab it?”

Steve sat you up slowly nodding at you to check if you were good. You nodded with a thankful smile. 

You heard the door shut as your stoned mind focused on where the door lay open to Eddie's room. A queen-sized bed lay adjacent to the door. Attached to the railing of the headboard shined silver handcuffs, the bars beside it clung with slick rope.

“So, Steve’s pretty cool for a jock. I’m actually super shocked. Like I know Mike and Dustin are close with him, but I always assumed it was some nerd-parental figure shit, ya know?” 

You turned to Eddie who was already looking at you with lidded eyes. 

“Why do you have rope on your bed?” You blurt. 

Confusion clouded the rational thought of, “Maybe don't ask a guy you just met about random objects in his bedroom.”

“Are you serious?” Eddie asked, leaning forward with a wide smile, his elbows rest excitedly on his knees. His bracelets made small clinking noises at the quick shift of his movement.

“Uh, yeah?” You ask hesitantly. 

“You never been tied up? Like none of your exes were into that?” 

Humiliation set in before shock could and you gaped at his bemused smile.

“No! I’ve only fucked Steve and we see where that ended up.” 

“You know what S&M is?” He asked after. You shook your head. 

Steve was taking a while, huh?

You looked in his eyes, all but darkening, making a rising feeling seep into your guts.

“It’s like, uh, submissive and master. Like one person, me, likes to be in charge. And the other person likes giving up control. The ropes are to tie the sub down and watch ‘em squirm.” 

You gaped. A flicker of something slipped through your thoughts- Eddies hand around your throat, kissing your neck as you beg. Dirty things you've only read about in the novels you hid under your bed. 

“Oh, uh. Wow. No, I’ve never been with anyone who was into that.” You sputter and he shrugs. His shoulders are really broad. It was actually ironic that he was into pinning girls down with how looming of a frame he had. All broad shoulders, thick biceps.

You thought about how large his hands were. How they would fit so easily around your wrists as his curls fell around his face from where he watched you writhe. 

Your cheeks were pink, a wave of heat flooding you. Your limbs felt like electricity and it felt as if you were pinned under his bemused gaze.

“You’re thinking about it now?” He asked, it was a blatant answer that loomed over you both. A thick heavy tension made it apparent that yes, you were thinking about it. 

“About what?” You asked flatly, straining to keep your voice from faltering.

“You know. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone interested in these things. If you wanna try something out, I'm open for business.” His smirk was hell-sent. It was as if God's own fallen angel sat across from you, brimstone flames licking at your cheeks.

“Are you proposing to me, Munson?” You asked with a slight grin.

You’re high was less surrounding, leaving lapping surges of history confidence and an ocean full of loose-lipped responses.

You knew from way too much experience what could happen in this state. Your mind clicked back to the times the slip of a thought led you to the twisted sheets of none other than Steve.

“If that’s okay,” He asked, a more serious look on his face. It was the kind of little gesture that made your hot cheeks rise with a grin.

“I dunno. Let’s see what happens.” You hope the vagueness is endearing. That the teasing lilt will have him keyed up just the way it does with Steve.

You feel a little peculiar for a moment. The way everything seems to tie to Steve when thinking about sex. 

It was a newer realization, that maybe you still wanted him, just a little. It wasn't like you couldn’t imagine sex with anyone else. You just missed sex with him.

How he writhed under you, his whimpers. You couldn’t shake the memories as you stared blankly towards Eddies own glossed-over gaze.

The fire in your gut was boiling now and with a split-second moment of adrenaline that splashed like cold water over you, you stood.

Your jaw clenched as you stared at Eddie, building your confidence to move. However, the second you let your eyes catch his again, you saw his dark gaze. You felt the hard face you had a moment ago melt. As he stood, it was like a rabbit under the dripping jaws of a starved wolf.

He stood slowly, not making moves to draw closer but staring down at you with a determined look. Your eyes wavered down at his pink tongue. The way it slipped between his thin pursed lips, leaving a trail of shining saliva across the cracked skin.

Through your hazy mind, you let yourself wonder what that same tongue would feel like against your skin.

Was it smooth and slick, or was there a scratchy feeling like Steves? Rough from years of hot coffee and impatience.

“We just standing around?” Eddie jabbed, his voice was soft, not daring to speak loud enough that the heavy tension cracked.

You drew your brows in, looking down at your feet against the yellowed carpet. 

That’s how you saw his boots take a step. Moving towards you at a weary pace like a  predator stalking in calculated moves around its prey before it made its attack. 

And attack he did.

You could smell the cologne he dabbed himself in, obviously trying and failing to cover the smell of musk and cigarettes. You could hear his breathing with the silence in the room, the low humming of the air conditioner the only noise to bade off a surely deafening silence.

You fought not to jump away in surprise when the rough tips of his fingers touched your jaw.

He ran them in a slow slide from under your ear and down your neck. A shiver ran up your spine as you let your head tilt back to look up at him.

You watched with saccharine sweet feelings whirling up. His big puppy dog eyes were animalistic admiring, his own hand that still ran down the expanse of your neck at a slow pace, up and down.

“Is this something you want?” He asked lowly. 

“Depends on what ‘this’ is” You breathed, nervousness tightening your voice.

He stood there quietly, eyes watching as you all but melted with the gentle slide of his hands. 

“Can I kiss you?”  He spoke after a moment. 

Like an instinct, your head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.

A small smile was on his lips as you lurched to meet him in the middle.

Immediately, he took control. His hands slid to grab the back of your neck, possessively holding you in place. His kiss was firm but not rough. You let him move how he pleased, following like a dog awaiting its next command.

It was abnormal to submit to someone. You weren’t used to the way you melted like jelly in his palms, how it made you fight down a whimper when he aggressively slid a hand to your waist before jerking your body towards him. Your frames collided with a rough thump, you could feel your back arch into him.

His tongue slid in with confidence. Letting him explore your mouth, ever so slightly brushing your tongue against him. He pulled away, your lips both spit slick with the lingering taste of the smoke from earlier on both your tongues.

You felt the need to whine at his departure. You’d never been desperate like this, never pliant in someone's hands the way you suddenly seemed to be.

He chuckled a bit as you chased his lips.

“Asking again, are we just standing around?” 

This time you knew what he meant by that. You sucked your lip in anticipation as you fought the urge to smile in satisfaction.

You ran your hands up his chest, thick and firm under your fingertips before you lifted to your tiptoes letting your lips move close to his ear.

“I’d love to see those ropes up close.” You whispered to him. His hands gripping roughly on your sides.

He breathed in a deep breath making you smile in satisfaction.

“Up.” was all he said slowly before you felt him grab the back of your thighs. You gasped, letting your legs wrap around him. You only had a moment to stare down in shock before he had his lips on your neck.

Your eyes fluttered under his attention. He stumbled slightly to press you to the wall of the hallway. 

“Are you still okay with this?” He muttered into the skin of your neck.

You whined for the first time as he pulled away. You looked down at his droopy eyes, gazing with a softness not expected.

“You sound so pretty, baby. Can't wait to see what else you can do.” 

You gasped as his teeth attached to your neck. 

“Eddie.” You whined as he sucked on the skin below your ear. You didn't have nearly enough clear thoughts to say, ‘no marks’. You were at the point where you would beg to have the smatter of red marks all over you if it meant you could feel his teeth, his lips, the slide of his tongue.

“You’re whiny huh? So sensitive you just have to cry for it.” Eddie spoke, his breath against the wet skin making you almost writhe.

“Don’t be an asshole.” You scoffed, trying not to show how breathless you were.

He pressed you harder into the wall.

“I liked it better when you were just whining, baby. Don’t give me lip, you won't like where that leads you.” 

You opened your mouth in shock and he slipped a tongue into your mouth. With the way he pinned you to the wall you could feel where his cock had stiffened, now half hard in the tight jeans he wore.

“Sh-shit” You whimpered, grinding down on it experimentally. He pulled off your skin with a noise before looking up at you with a deep look.

“Don’t be a greedy whore.” Was all he said. Your eyes all but rolled back.

“Sorry guys, I got the opener and I guess max saw me so I wanted to make sure she was–” He stopped.

You’d completely forgotten about the idiot. He stood there with his stupid wide eyes, his mouth gaping.

“I’m gonna-“ 

Eddie leaned into your ear. “Why don’t you ask him to join?” 

Your body lit up and you stumbled away from Eddie with weak knees. “If it’s okay with you, why don’t you, uh, stay? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. It’s just now there’s also someone else.

You felt hot with the hope he would agree. You missed sex with him, his soft body under yours, hands digging into your hips while you took control of him.

“Oh, uh. What am I joining exactly?” He asked, ever the stupid pretty boy he was.

Eddie spoke this time.

“A threesome. If that’s something you're into?” 

“A-are you? Into it I mean? I mean I've never had another guy see my wang.” Steve replied his cheeks flushed pink.

You grinned, slowly letting a puppy dog pout fall over your face as you walked into his space.

“Come on. He can tie me up all good and I can ride you. Or suck you off while he fucks me. Or the other way. Or he could fuck you, the options are really-“

“Slow down, race horse,” Eddie said lowly as he slid up behind you. Eddie and Steve were both taller, leaving you sandwiched between the two.

“Uh, yeah. That sounds pretty hot actually.” Steve said breathless, with a nervous chuckle.

“Great, why don’t we get started and set some boundaries then. I wanna know limits before I wreck you, both of you.”

It was a little shocking the way Eddie's eyes darkened towards Steve's nervous stance. He looked the same way earlier right before devouring you in practiced kisses.

“First off. I’m always in control.” Eddie said, leaning next to your ear. You melted back into his chest as he pecked at your neck.

“That's- That's good. Steve’s a bit of a pillow princess. Isn't that right baby?” 

He blushed, looking down and biting his lip.

“Oh come on Steve. No need for that.” Eddie crooned.

“How about we just see where it goes okay? Stoplight system for safety?” You offer, raising your slightly trembling hands to Steve's cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Lead the way”

You grin up at him pressing a kiss under his jaw before excitedly bounding after Eddie.

Ring-covered fingers gripped you again as he pulled you into the room.

“Put on a show for him,” Eddie whispered as Steve entered, the door clicking behind him. 

You met Eddie in an open-mouth kiss, hands coming to curl into his hair. 

Steve made a small choked sound making you smile into Eddie's kiss. 

Eddies lips left yours with a wet click and he was immediate to latch onto the soft stretch of your neck.

You whimpered at the rough bites he left, eyes fluttering open to catch where  Steve's eyes, glossy and red-rimmed, lay locked to the two of you. His hands clenching by his sides.

“S-Steve.” You whined, and he seemed to jump at his name.

“Come” is all you whimpered to him and he was by you. You looked at him from over eddies shoulder, eyes fluttering at him as lips worked deep bruises into your collar. 

Steve blinked down at you and with a quivering lip asked. “Can I kiss you please?” 

You smiled at him, his want evident, his puppy dog eyes satisfying and pleading.

You nodded and before a soft praise for asking permission could leave your mouth, he slammed onto you.

You two were always rough kissers. Desperate and hungry and in love. The few times you two had hooked up right after the break-up, you remember wondering how you were ever going to go back to the gentle pecks of other guys.

You felt hands grip rough onto the swell of your ass and you disconnected from Steve's mouth. 

“Don’t get him too wound up already, baby. He’s gotta last two rounds.”

You keened at Eddie's words. He had devised his own little plan and you knew he was, to put it lightly, imaginative.

“I’m going easy on you, both of you, but it doesn’t mean I'm not going to be nice.” 

You felt your cunt throb. You were already wet. 

Eddie turned to look at Steve. A smirk creaking onto his lips. 

“Anything you need to say, Harrington?” Eddie asked, stepping in close to Steve.

“No, nothing,” Steve said.

“Do you want to be good for me tonight?” 

It was whiplash, the earlier banter was now replaced by a dance of submission and domination.

Steve whined, nodding enthusiastically. By now Steve was usually clinging to you and whimpering in anticipation as you described what you were going to do. 

You could see him twitching to make contact, to feel Eddie's skin against where he was heating up all over.

Eddie raised those ringer-clad fingers, pushing them to the hair tamed nicely at the nape of Steve's neck.

In a snap, his fingers were gripping the locks. Steve whined, high and wet in his throat. You loved him like this more than he knew. And from the way, Eddie stared up a tongue running against his bottom lip, he did too.

From the grip of the hair behind his head, Eddie pulled him close so they shared a breath. Steve's hands coming to clutch at Eddie's shirt.

“Here's what your gonna do. If you don’t listen carefully, there's a ring in my drawer that would look beautiful on your cock.” Eddies words made you a bit jealous, a bit dizzy, and a whole lot excited.

You never saw Steve crumble under your words the way he was with Eddie. 

“I want your hands above your head. If in the first round you can behave, I'll unhook you and you can touch as you please.” Eddie said. A sweet kiss pressed to Steve's mouth, leaving a moment for objection before he pulled away to turn to the bed. 

“Take your shirt off and I'll get you done up all pretty huh?.” Eddie said softer than before. You shuffled awkwardly and as Steve stripped his shirt while Eddie glanced back at you.

“Don’t look so left out sweet baby. I have even better things for you.” 

You bit your lip, your head gaining that pleasant, fuzzy wave. 

With trembling knees you watched him skillfully secure Steve to his headboard, the glint of the silver cuffs looked delicious around his wrists.  Even more appealing was Eddie leaning softly in and kissing Steve with a gentle peck. 

“All good?” He asked sweetly and Steve nodded enthusiastically with a gentle grin.

When Eddie's eyes were back on you, it was that lingering excitement all over again.

He all but strutted over to you. His hands moving in an easy slide under your shirt, touching the bare skin of your waist. 

“Mmm, you’re so soft, baby. Wanna sink my teeth into every part of you” He growled and you sucked your already swollen lip in once more to hold back pleas.

“Now, you're gonna put on a little show for me and Steve while I tell you all about what's coming. Does that sound good?” He asked. You nodded, moving to kiss him but stopped when his hand grabbed your face. His thumb dug deliciously into your cheek.

“Ah ah. You have to ask for that now. You only get what I give you. “ You nodded to the best of your ability still in his tight clutch. 

“Are you okay with slapping, my darling?” He asked.

Your eyes widened and you nodded.

He pulled his hand away from your face with a satisfied look.

“Okay. You wanna know what that means though, pretty?” It was rhetorical but with his dramatic pause you wanted to blurt out ‘what?!’.

“It means you don’t listen, I’m gonna slap your pretty face until you do. You wanna go home to mommy with a red cheek, darling? Or are you gonna be a good whore.”

The moan you let out was pornographic and he chuckled. It was all but condescending, the way he so casually made his requests and held you on his little rope wrapped right around his finger.

“Now strip. Show us the goods, baby.” He muttered in your ear before pressing a final fleeting kiss under your ear.

You did as he said, obediently. Unbuckling the belt of your pants in unhurried hesitations.

“You’re gonna ride Steve first okay. I want your back facing him and I'm gonna face you. You’re gonna listen to everything I say and show Steve what he's been missing.”

In a right mind, you know both you and the latter would make a biting remark about how if you really missed it this wouldn't be the first sex you've had together in almost two years. But you resided to smiling at him with anticipation.

“Aw, don’t look so happy yet, baby. You wanted to try my ropes, I remember.” You stopped where you were unbuttoning the front of your shirt.

“Your hands are gonna be behind your back until you come. No touching until Steve gets you off. Is that okay?” He glances at you and Steve. You nod with enthusiasm and Steve rolls his head back lightly before muttering, ‘Yes’ in a mind-bending whine.

“Get on with it then. We don’t have all-day, hot stuff” Eddie gestured and you fumbled for a moment with the rest of your shirt’s buttons. 

His eyes on you made your hands tremble and the wetness between your legs was all the more distracting than you focusing on slipping the small ceramic buttons through their holes. 

With frustration, you finally shed the shirt. 

Eddie, ever the guy he was, whistled in appraisal as you stood in baggy jeans and a red satin bra. 

It was older, your chest pushed against the cups in resistance as the cups struggled to hold you all in.

“Aren't you just bursting out, darling? Hiding all that under those stupid button-ups is really a shame.” 

You never knew that the praise you’d been accustomed to spewing would make the hot tendrils of satisfaction wrap around you. This entire thing was full of revelations, anticipating what more you were going to learn in this.

You slid your pants down leaving you in your bra and a tight pair of women's boy shorts.

Eddie's eyes were glued to the plush of your thighs. Steves's desperate eyes were bouncing from the space between your shoulders and where the hem of your boy shorts held to your skin.

He’d seen it before and you never let it pass your mind every time he ogled you, just how good it felt to be so appealing in his eyes.

“Come here,” Eddie's voice was low again, it flipped you back to when he’d said the same words earlier. Where all of this began.

You strode over, daringly moving to rub a hand through his hair. His hand gripped your wrist, fast and rough. 

“Don't touch.” 

His voice was heavy. You let out a small gasp as he turned your wrist, still gripped tightly by him. Pressing a gentle kiss to your palm he tugged hard, you were against him quickly, bare skin against the fabric of his rough jeans.

You settled in his lap, glancing briefly to where Steve was wide-eyed.   

“Look at me, angel.” 

Your head snapped back to look at his small smile. You couldn’t help but lean in and press a kiss to his lips. 

Then you pulled away, sharing a breath for a moment, his hands moving up the bare skin of your back.

“I should punish you for not asking, but that was just too cute.” He smiled into a kiss he pressed wetly against your sternum.

The hands on your back climbed up and you felt, with eased practice, he unclips your bra. 

With joyous excitement you let your arms drop from where you gripped his shoulders. The silky straps slide down your arms and Eddies eyes flicked between your face and where the burgundy cloth slid.

You smiled shifting higher on your knees so you had the plush swells of your breasts right in his eyesight.

His eyes stared wide, well wider than they naturally already were, his big hands calloused against the tender skin of your waist.

He pressed a few more kisses to your chest before letting his lips trail in searing trails to the peaks of your tits.

You felt your nipples pebble, begging to feel the rough slide of the fingers, hardened from his guitar, rub against them. Or the heat of his mouth wrapping around them and sucking until they were red and swollen.

You thought of Steve again. Your eyes fluttered with enjoyment as Eddie covered you in hickies, you panned to look at the man all tied up.

He was stiff in his jeans. Well, it could also be half mass, it was hard to tell with a dick his size. You remembered its stretch, how thick it was. 

Eddie finally placed a kiss on your nipples making your eyes jump down to where he worked diligently. 

 He pulled away just as the fuzzy feeling all but consumed you. You squirmed, barely brushing the obvious hard-on in his tight pants.

“Now I see why Steve uses excuses to see these.” 

Steve only made a whine in response, obviously not enjoying being ignored. 

“I think he's getting jealous. Why don't you give him some attention, baby?” Eddie cooed and you nodded scrambling to settle on Steve's lap. 

His eyes watched with widened amusement as you smiled at him. “You look really good so desperate again.”

You could hear Eddie rustling behind you and let yourself have a moment with Steve.

“I’m really looking forward to this, ya know.” You jabbed once again. Leaning into his space for a teasing moment before, ever the impatient asshole he was, Steve surged forward and kissed you.

It was different than Eddie. Way more familiar, less desperate heat, and more common practice, muscle memory for you both.

As you were beginning to lose yourself in Steve's kisses, how he whimpered softly into your mouth, you felt Eddie shift. He sat behind you, Steve's knees bent to give him space. You tried to pay no mind to the slight tension that filled you, anticipating his next move. 

Then a hand was gripping your hair, you shrieked as you were jerked up. Your back was flush to Steve's thighs, you could feel his hard-on against where you were leaking with wetness.

“That’s enough,” Eddie muttered in your ear, his attention quickly shifting to Steve. 

“Having fun yet, pretty boy?” Eddie crooned and Steve nodded with shocked eyes. 

With gooey movements, Eddie wiggled around you and attached a kiss to Steve's bare chest. 

“You’re doing real good, bunny.” 

The name made Steve keen. You never knew he was one for the soft lovey names. 

Eddie swiped a sticky piece of hair from Steve's forehead planting a kiss before you barely heard what he spoke.

“Such a desperate bitch, Steve. All whiny for anything we give you. You like being just a little toy for us, bunny?” 

Steve nodded quickly and Eddie let out that deep rumbling laugh that made your toes curl.

“You’ll get attention soon.” He said before pulling back. 

Eddies hands ran along the waistband of your underwear, a gentle silence before he eased you down to lay against Steve's chest. 

The hair tickled your face a little but the warm skin came in comfort. 

“Gonna prep you for him. Alright?” Eddie asked, very well knowing from the dark patch on your underwear that you were nothing short of pleading for him to get on with it.

“Let's get you tied up first how about that honey?” 

You wanted to kick your feet and stomp like a toddler. Every time you were hopeful of finally getting what you need it seemed Eddie found more and more ways to wind you up.

His hands roughly grabbed at your arms. Pinning them behind your back, the damp skin of your back flat against both of your forearms.

“Such a good bitch.” Eddie muttered, and with a quick move, his hand colliding with the skin of your ass. 

You almost screamed, a choked wet sound finding its way out instead. 

His hand kneaded the fat where he slapped, undoubtedly now cherry red. 

“Again.” You pant, and as if he knew you would ask he gripped your flesh again.

“Say it properly.” He scolded. 

“Please!” You whimpered.

He clicked his tongue. “Now, you're missing an important part baby. Don't fuck this up before I even get inside you darling.” 

“P-please slap me again, Sir!” 

In another quick movement, another loud slap was heard and you gripped onto Steve a little tighter from where ur arms had jerked up and out of Eddies positioning.

It wasn't long though before he gripped your arms again and you were gnawing your lip with anticipation.

The rope isn't thick, it was a silky smooth black length and felt delicious against your skin. Eddie worked it around you with skilled hands. Tugging and lifting to bind you fully.

 You pulled a little to test his knots and were pleasantly met with resistance.

“Good girl,” Eddie muttered into your ear. “Roll-off, “ He said and nudged you slightly until you unwind yourself from Steve and rolled to the empty space beside him.

Eddie quickly crowded into Steve's space, murmuring to him before pressing a gentle kiss from behind his ear and connecting with his mouth. It was open mouth and desperate, Eddie's hand shimmying in an unhurried pace down Steve's body until he cupped Steves hard on.

Steve whined and you finally got to watch fully as a pleased smile passed over Eddie's face. 

With a few mutters you couldn't quite hear, and a few kisses in between, Eddie was pulling Steve's jeans off.

He passed bites and kisses to Steve's legs as he reached Steve's ankle pressing one final kiss before dropping them and tossing away the clothes.

He slowly but surely removed Steve's boxers, the familiar thick length baby pink and throbbing hard. 

“He’s already dripping for you,” Eddie said to you as he leaned back. Steve gasped out and squirmed with the newfound cool air against the heat of his erection.

If you could lift yourself up, you’d be pouncing to lick up the puddle of precum that glistened off his tip.

Eddie smiled lazily at both of you, his eyes droopy with lust. It wasn't long before he silently pointed at you and curled his finger in a come hither. 

You squirmed and arched trying to sit up. It was an embarrassing display of desperation.

He chuckled before moving to roughly grip your waist, he pulled you up with ease and you slumped against his chest, dazed and burning with want. 

He kissed your shoulders before turning you around to face Steve who was offering a gentle smile. 

“Lay how you were before. I’ve changed plans.” He said and Steve whined as the bare skin of your thigh brushed his hard-on as you moved with stumbling jerks to reposition.

“God, honey, you look so pretty scrambling to listen even when you're all tied up. So desperate to please me, huh?”

You nodded as he pressed himself to your back. 

“You can speak.” 

You whined loud before speaking. 

“Feels so- feels so embarrassing.” You panted. Eddie just chuckled against your marked skin. The bruises began to ache as he pressed his lips back over the darkening cherry splotches.

“I’m gonna get you off first. And then Steve can cum down your throat. How’s that for ya?” He asked, turning between you and Steve.

It wasn't that Steve had a low libido. He could crank three out in two hours easily. But with how red and leaking, how gooey he looked already. He was one and done. 

It was a bit of an ego boost how easy it was for Steve to come for you. You wondered what it would be like with Eddie for a moment. Only a moment though because a hand was pushing the wet fabric of your panties to the side and a rough, thick finger ran up the length of your cunt.  

You had to fight to lean forward and sink your teeth into Steve's skin to relieve the tension you felt.

“You don't like when I tease?”  Eddie asked, rubbing his, now cum slick fingers over the round skin of your ass.

“Just want you so bad, sir!” You pleaded. It was a new feeling. To be so overwhelmingly needy, enough so you could abandon your humility like this and beg for him.

You could hear Eddie's smile as he spoke. 

“It’s what you get for earlier. Asking me all those questions with your pretty little eyes just begging me to show you.” 

His finger grazed your clit. It was swollen and hot as he split two fingers and softly edged around it. It offered just enough to make your breath quicken.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, baby.” He bit into your shoulder again. 

You arched against his touch as he spread dampness around your clit before running a finger over it.

“F-fuck!” You moaned as he rubbed soft circles into your core.

“Does it feel good?” He asked.

Your mind was too clouded with the need for more. A firmer touch, a quicker slide.

“More!” You plead, Steve choking when you felt your clothes cunt brush against his cock.

“Aw baby. You sound so good begging for me but-“ He quickly gripped your throat, pulling you back flush against his chest for the umpteenth time. 

You screamed, desperately grinding down onto Steve's hard-on.

“Stop,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. You halted every movement. There was only the noise of your panting.

“I knew you could be a good girl.” He praised his thumb running up and down on your throat, the striking cold rings made your skin bloom into goosebumps.

His hand slid down to the waist of your panties, hand still lightly pressed against your neck. 

He toyed with it for a brief second before sliding his hand in them and rubbing in quick tight circles on your clit. 

Supernovas exploded behind your eyes and you curled your back against him.

“Steve, doesn't she just look wonderful?” Eddie asks and Steve chuckles.

“Forgot how hot she is, fuck.” Steve breathed. You felt your thighs shake around Eddie's hand.

“Lean forward now,” Eddie said smoothly, releasing your neck. He pressed a kiss against your back before you leaned down, arching your back for him.

You could die with the feeling of his hands on you, the slight burn of his facial hair where he had kissed you raw.

He slid your panties to the side again, using his middle finger to slide towards your hole. You whined, fighting the urge to grind against him. 

It didn't even take begging though. His finger slid to circle the wetness of your hole before sliding his finger in.

You clenched in pleasure and his thick finger slid into your heat with no resistance.

“Mmm, so tight baby. How'd you give up pussy this good, Harrington?” 

You melted under Eddie's touch. His fingers seemed skilled, curling to press to the soft mesh of your g-spot.

He thrust them a few times before, with ease, slid in a second. You moaned, high in your throat, mouth falling open to pant against Steve's skin.

“Does that feel good, my pretty little slut?” 

“Yes, sir! Your fingers are so thick, Eddie!” You writhed, the breath being punched out of you as he sped up his thrusts. 

You could hear the squelching of your arousal. How soaking you were from how he was fingering you.

“Are you already getting close?” Eddie chided and you noticed how your cunt was spasming around his digits. The coil that was tightening in your gut was growing with pent-up tension.

“Yes! Yes, fuck! I wanna cum.” You exclaim. Drool was already dribbling by the time he was on his third finger. 

You wanted to whine for his cock. It was hard not to, you weren’t used to this desperate urge to please. The all-consuming need to do what he says to earn his praises in the deep rumbling of his voice. 

You felt the coil wind tighter. Teetering on the edge with thighs shaking, trying not to move in case he stopped ramming into the spot that felt like firecrackers exploded under your skin. 

As soon as you felt like you were being granted your release he pulled away. 

You cried out pushing back in desperation. 

“Aw, baby girl. You can’t come just yet. You want me to fuck you, right?” 

You nodded with teary eyes. You tugged at your binds wanting to cling to Steve's skin under you.

“Want your cock so bad Eds!” You cried. 

“Holy shit-“ You heard steve breathe. You made a subtle grind down onto his cock.

“Never heard her whine for it, Eddie. You’re so good, fuck. You’re both so hot.” Steve said, you squirmed, shifting to suck a mark into his skin in a disgustingly mushed, desperate way. 

“What do you think you're doing?” Steve laughed airily. 

“Want you to feel good too.” 

“We’ll get there,” Eddie said this time. 

You didn't look back at him, just laid with drool-covered lips against the flustered skin of Steve's chest. 

“You ready for my cock now pretty girl?” Eddie asked. 

You nodded, spreading your thighs wider in invitation. The air was cooling the wetness between your legs.

“That's it, baby.” He rubbed your ass, striking it again just as he'd done earlier. But as he did you felt the head of his cock against your hole.

The stretch made your eyes roll back. 

You thought in a moment of everything that had led up to this and none of it could prepare you for how utterly satisfied you felt as he speared you down on him, giving no time to adjust.

You squeaked out garbled sounds. 

He was thick, fully sheathed in your heat. He was just long enough that you ached with how deep he was but not long enough to smash your cervix.

“That's it. Take my cock like that, whore.” Eddie gritted. His hips stutter, pulling out just slightly to nudge in deeper.

“You’re sucking me in, honey. Tell me how it feels?”

You screamed as he began to thrust, not knowing how you were to describe the feeling of being drained of any cognitive thought.

“Fuck! So good, sir! Need you so bad! You’re so fucking deep in me…” You trailed off the end and fell into gasps as he began to thrust harder. He nailed your g-spot a few times but it felt heavenly even with him brushing against it.

You never understand people who screamed and cried during sex but with the amount of tension and your already nonexistent filter, no thanks to the weed, you sounded whoreish even to yourself.

You suddenly understood why Steve went so soft as you rode him roughly, battering him with praises and a twist of degrading spews.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chanted, the binds were now something of a punishment. You wanted to reach back and hold Eddie's hips. 

To grip his hair and hear him right in your ear as you brought him to the edge.

But he slipped out without warning.

“I think it’s time we give Steve some huh?” Eddie stated, your wet lashes fluttering. 

You heard fumbling above you but everything was blurry and you were gasping for air. 

Before you could let your breaths even out and utterly melt into Steve's comfort, you were being tugged back. This time slower, with a gentle hand on your tummy to ease you. 

You fought against already weakened thighs so as to not fall on Steve's exposed cock.

You spared a glance at where precum had bubbled out enough to leave a cloudy mess on the hairy stomach.

“You can touch,” Eddie said. It wasn’t towards you obviously, and you opened heavy lids to see Steve, now freed from his cuffs. 

His wrists were red from where he tugged. 

He sat up quickly much to your enjoyment. You settled on his thick thighs, the craving urge to grind your sopping mess against him grew tenfold as the muscles tensed. 

You watched with a dazed feeling as Steve and Eddie met in a kiss over your shoulder. 

“You did so well. Now it’s time for you to feel good alright?” Eddie said softly, his thumb soothing Steve's raw skin.

They shared a final fleeting kiss before Steve's attention was on you.

You lurched forward in a surge of desperation. You planted directly into the skin of his neck, the musky smell of his sweat making you swoon.

His arms wrapped around you as he held you tenderly. There was a shift, you could all feel it.

Eddies once striking hands, leaving burning slaps were tracing your skin like fine china. Steve's familiarity was soothing. 

You felt sedated, like a patient given gas at the dentist, all loopy and pliant. 

“You’re gonna suck Steve off while I fuck you okay?” Eddie spoke softly. 

“Do you want to stay tied up, or can you be good without them and keep your hands to yourself?”

You tugged on the binds, just to feel the dig of the rope.

“Wanna stay tied up.” You muttered, your voice thick.

“Okay, honey.” Eddie laughed. “We’ve created a rope bunny, Steve. Hungry to be tied up and fucked like a toy.”

The heat was back with that. Eddie applying pressure to ur hips in a way to tell you to lift up. Assisting you heavily with how gooey your muscles felt.

Eddie pulled your underwear off, leaving your sopping cunt clenching against the cold air. 

Your cunt was already red, swollen from Eddie pounding into you. Your clit felt almost painful to rub and your arms shuddered under your weight. 

You eyed Steve as he settled on shaky legs in front of you. You waited patiently for permission but there was saliva pooling in your mouth as you stared down the leaking tip of his cock standing at attention in front of you.

“You can touch,” Eddie said softly, motioning to Steve's cock. If you weren't desperate to feel it drag against your tongue you would have snapped back about how ‘touching it’ wasn't an option when he had you basically hogtied.

You however only lurched forward letting your spit-soaked lips catch on his tip. You let the bubbling pearls of his precum coat your lips before glancing up, letting him watch you lick it off your lips before delving to take his sensitive tip back in.

You licked roughly at the spot lying on the underside of his cock, reveling in the way he shuddered. He throbbed in your mouth and a satisfied smile crept on your lips.

After a few moments of swirling your tongue around the tip, you relaxed your jaw and sunk down. The heavyweight pushing its way towards your throat was deeply satisfying. Your eyes fluttered as you relaxed and let yourself fall down enough that the curls of his pubic hair brushed against your nose.

He was panting and pawing at your hair. You could feel his hips fighting to thrust into where your throat clamped around him.

You stayed there for a moment to tease, but it was cut short at the feeling of a hand brushing against your windpipe. 

“I can feel your cock.” Eddie said to Steve making the both of you crumple a little inwards. Your body felt weak and begging for release. Eddie moved, quick and with purpose. You heard a small gasp before the tell-tale signs of kissing. Your mind was too fuzzy and your eyes too blurry, so you could only imagine the hot side of the two men's mouths. 

You could feel your cunt drooling, the wetness of your thighs an indicator of how badly you wanted him back in you.

You whined around Steve's cock again, making the man's thighs tremble. 

You pulled away to breathe, swirling lazily around his head again as you gasps, spitting the precum that was building in your mouth. Steve moaned as you made a mess of his cock, a hand ran softly along your face and brushed sticky hair behind your ear.

You were so mind-boggled and caught up in the trimmers of Steve's hips that when you felt the brush of Eddie's cock against the opening of your cunt, you gasped.

You moaned briefly, relishing in the slick head and rubbing your sensitive clit. Eddie however, gripped your head, shoving your gaping mouth back down onto Steve.

You gagged for a moment as he held you down, slipping his cock past your puffy folds again as your eyes swelled with tears.

Steve's gentle fingers swiped away a tear. It was dizzying. His soft touch in contrast with the demanding grip of Eddies whose hands were bruising your hips.

You were definitely going to stare at his marks in the mirror later and fight the urge to touch yourself.

You wished you could bottle up the feeling of him roughly slamming into you to keep for later. 

You wanted it to always be this good. Him purposely missing your sweet spot in favor of enjoying the bulge that showed in your stomach. The taste of Steve heavy on your tongue.

“That’s it” Eddie moaned out as he slowed his thrusts, adjusting his angle to barely scrape your spot. Fireworks exploded in the small of your back. You felt it in your fingertips.

“You feel so good” Came the ruined voice of Steve. You smiled in satisfaction, your tired muscles fighting to keep bobbing along to his shallow thrusts. 

The hand Eddie was using to hold you off the bed by your ties suddenly let go. Steve's cock slipped out of your mouth as you fell face-first into the bedsheets. You could faintly smell Eddie on them, turning you on further as he seemed to wrap around you. The new angle made it feel like he was in your guts.

“Fuck, sir!” You screamed as he slammed himself into you a few times. It was a welcomed assault on your cunt that made you all but lose control of your body.

You were deviously close to your peak. There was cum in your mouth and covering your thighs. You only prayed for Eddie's cock leaking his pleasure into you.

“Breed me!” You whined out. A hand slapped your ass firmly. 

There were no rings this time. No cool stinging left over, just the heat on your reddening skin.

It came from Steve, you soon realized only when Eddie spoke.

“Good job, baby! Doing all the work for me huh? Don't even have to punish my toy, got a whole ‘nother to do it for me.” 

Steve let out a breathy laugh and you wanted to choke him out and edge him and make him beg for your mercy again. 

All of your cockiness flew out when Eddie's cock slid out though. You began to let out wails of desperation against his bed. 

“Shhh, be a patient slut.” Eddie soothed pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. He caressed the sweat-slicked skin of your body before he slowly moved you.

You were so discombobulated it took you a minute to realize he had laid you on your back.

You gazed up at him the best you could. Your eyelashes were wet and heavy with tears.

You arched against him as he leaned down pressing a gentle sweet kiss to your cheek. The shine of your tears were pretty against his swollen mouth.

He settled down again, sitting up on his haunches. You eyed him, taking in the smooth chest, how his skin was shiny with sweat.

You didn't have much time to wallow in the intimacy before a hand was against your chin. 

You strained as you tilted your head back, staring blissfully up at Steve's sugary sweet smile.

You gasped, Steve's fingers still in a firm grip making it harder to drop your jaw as Eddie slid back into your heat.

Steve's fingers softly brushed your mouth, a rough contrast from the deep, harsh thrusts Eddie was delivering. 

You clenched your thighs around Eddie's waist, whining under Steve's touch. He was still hard and dripping, cheeks still flushed red with arousal.

You gathered as much of yourself as possible, tilting back to let your mouth make contact with his balls. He hissed above you, hand moving to find its perch in your hair as drool seeped out the corners of your mouth and rolled down your cheeks.

You hummed around him as Eddie thrusts sped up, nailing your throbbing spot once more. This time his thumb came to rub at your clit. It was overwhelming, nearing too much, your orgasm speeding towards you. 

“E-Eddie, I think she's close.” You heard Steve stutter out. 

You made a show of sucking harder at the soft skin of his nuts before pulling off fully and sticking out your wet tongue in invitation. 

Steve looked at Eddie for permission, it was wholly adorable how easily he fell into place. Asking Eddie for permission like it was common sense. 

“You can use her mouth baby, you deserved it,” Eddie said, his voice was still that deep rumble as before, but now he was panting, almost straining towards to end. You clenched around him just to tease, relishing in the moan he let out.

“Doing do good, princess.” Eddie praised, fingernails lightly scratching against where you squirmed on his cock.

“Make my boy cum and you can let go, my love.” He tacked on. You clenched around him again, this time not of your own volition. It was the sugary sweet indication of what his words would mean after they all came.

Steve looked down at you with his swollen mouth, his red face, and his hair that curled at the ends from his sweat, and you couldn’t think of anywhere else you wanted to be as he slipped his cock in. 

He was quick to ease into the wet heat. You were familiar with him fucking your mouth this way after all. He loved seeing your tits, loved watching himself bulge out of your throat from where you could barely contain him.

It wasn't long until you were sucking in desperate gasps of air, that he throbbed a few times. 

Eddie had been slowly fucking you through Steve's rough gluttony, you teetered just on the edge of your own release. It was almost jealousy-inducing when Eddie gave Steve permission to cum. 

You envied how he shook, how his cock slipped from your lips and shot thick hot ropes of his release against your chest. Your sensitive nipples perking up at the splatter that covered them.

“Good boy, so fucking good, Steve,” Eddie said through gritted teeth as he thrust into you quicker again.

With a raw throat, you all but screamed with desperation. 

“Oh! Please! Please! Please, fuck!” You begged, your eyes fell shut with exhaustion, your body was sizzling with adrenaline.

“Aw, come on now. Make me cum before you start crying like a cum hungry bitch.” Eddie said snidely. You cried out as he pounded in, his thrusts sloppy as he neared his release.

“I-inside!” You cried as his groans tightened, his hands tensed and gripped at the fat of your hips as you did all you could to fight back your orgasm.

“I'm so close, baby, just a bit longer.” He huffed and you couldn't help the scream that bubbled in your throat.

“Breed me! Want you to come in me, Eddie!” You pleaded with him, turning to the best of your ability to look over your shoulder at him. 

What you saw made the knot in your stomach boil over. Eddies eyes fluttered at your words, his jaw fell open. His lips cherry, neck slightly spattered with marks. There was sweat that dripped down his chest, rolling alongside red scratches.

You felt his cock throb and your insides were coated with his release. It was hot, heavy, and pushed deep as he pushed as hard as he could against you. 

You whined loudly, gasping at the way his cock still throbbed even as he stopped shooting ropes into your womb.

“Fuck! Shit, baby!” He cursed over and over, his muscles tensing and then releasing as he melted behind you.

You squirmed around his overstimulated dick, begging still for your own release.

Eddie pressed a kiss to your chest before you felt him begin to rub along your arms.

Your shoulders were screaming in soreness that you chose to ignore in favor of Eddie blowing your back out.

You were arched up as he shifted, fingers working diligently to untie you blindly, his glassy eyes watching with softness as tears still trickled from your eyes.

When your arms were finally free and you sunk back into the bed, trembling as his cock shifted in your pleading cunt.

With a pent-up desperation, you clung to his sweaty hair as his fingers came down, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

Your slickness and the skills of his fingers made you tremble. The way you shook was demonic, you twisted your hands as tight as you could as his fingers worked you to your peak.

It was like a crack in a dam. It came flooding out in body rocking waves. You felt like it would never end.

You could barely hear Eddie talking you through it. 

“Thaaats it,” He cooed. “Good fucking girl.”

You felt sobs breakthrough you as you began to delve into overstimulation.

“E-Eddie.” You weakly breathed. His hand left your pussy, your eyes cracked open to see his hand. Drenched.

You felt a wave of embarrassment as you came down.

“Never made a girl squirt before,” Eddie said, in all but awe as he stared at your juices rolling down his arm.

You leaned up on trembling arms, glancing between his hands at his smiling face.

“Good god you could kill a man.” Eddie chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a sweet show of affection. It was a smacking, dramatic kiss, one so very Eddie.

 It was hard to believe what he called you minutes ago, that he was still cracking wise with your cum dripping down his arm.

“Fuck, that was good.” You breathed, flopping back beside where Steve was now bobbing in and out of consciousness. His eyes tired. You felt exhaustion take over, the room smelled of sex, weed, and Eddie's cologne.

“I’ll be back,” Eddie reassured as he left quickly. You rolled with screaming fatigue to look at Steve.

His eyes were closed but he sighed.

“You know. I never thought sex was going to be better than with you.” You spoke.

A smile creaked onto Steve's face.

“Me neither. I think you've ruined me for anyone else.” Steve slurred out.

You laughed, you always laughed at his jokes.

“Good. You’re mine.” You said. Not possessively. He wasn’t yours, and you knew that. But he was always going to be the person to you.

The one where nothing really mattered except them. Where every thought somehow developed into images of them. 

You had sunk your teeth in him as a wee high schooler and never let go. 

Eddie came back, a t-shirt pulled on and a pair of pajama pants hung low on his hips.

He wiped you slowly. Pressing kisses as he did. You both giggled and laughed as he muttered stupid comments to you.

“Nice!“ He would quietly exclaim as he noticed particularly dark bruises. 

“Looks like I tried to kill ya!” He said as he applied ointment to the stinging rope burn that wrapped in stripes on your arms.

You relished in how good it felt to be treated with such delicate kindness after sex. You wanted it to always be like this. The degrading roughness as he took what he pleased, only to be coddled and soothed after. 

Your mind flicks to other things you wanted to do with Eddie. Letting him show you everything you were curious about. 

He kissed you softly, tasting like minty mouthwash and beer now. 

You fell asleep with that taste on your lips as he cleaned up Steve beside you.

The bed dipped and his arm was around you. And that was the last thing you felt before succumbing to exhaustion.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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🌿ISTJ 🍁Slytherin 📜True Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ You became a vampire 50 years ago. Your father had gambled away all the family money, and couldn’t repay the gangsters to whom he owed. They gave him three chances, and he was warned. In the end, the gangsters murdered your whole family except for your father. As you lay bleeding out, you watched as your father ran out.

⭑ It was Garret who had smelt the blood. But, you were still alive, and you begged him for help.

    “Please. Help me-” The gunshot had missed vital organs, but you had jumped in front of your little brother and took another to the abdomen.

   “Why should I help you? Whose at death’s door?” His eyes were red and you knew he was otherwordly.

 “I need to kill those who did this,” You sobbed, hot angry tears spilling down your cheeks.

     “That’s more like it.”

⭑ So Garret did save you, he turned you and looked out for you for years. You had grown on him.

⭑ Garret had sent you to Carlisle because he no longer wanted a tag-along. His independence was too strong but didn’t want you to be alone.

⭑ Rosalie isn’t easily impressed. 

⭑ But neither are you. 

⭑ You started off as rivals. Possibly enemies. But there was a tension there that neither of you could deny. You did though. Both of you denied, denied, denied. 

⭑ Everyone could see it. They could feel it. 

⭑ The tension was always so thick when the two of you were together. 

⭑ At first she pretended to forget your name, it stung but you’d be damned if you let it show.

⭑ It was a slow romance, one that made your heart ache and burn. Neither of you wanted to admit your feelings. Pride stood in the way. 

⭑ Alice told Rosalie that being with you was inevitable. 

⭑ Whenever someone looks at you, Rosalie will appear by your side, grab your face in her hands and kiss you. 

⭑ Teasing each other

    “Well look who it is, Rosalie Hale. This is twice in one week. You must be in love with me or something.” 

⭑ Understanding her true self - the mask she puts on is to protect her. It’s because she feels so deeply and you can connect with that. 

⭑ Making sure the other has fed 

⭑ She always ALWAYS defends you. Even if you’re in the wrong - when you’re alone she’ll tell you to pull your head out of your ass. But not in front of others .... never in front of others. 

⭑ Slow dancing together; foreheads touching as your arms are wrapped around each other. 

⭑ Possessive over you but doesn’t want you to see 

⭑ Always having a person who would burn entire cities to the ground to get to you. 

⭑ Relationship tropes:   ✶ Rivals who fall for each other   ✶ Old married couple   ✶ Dark & Brooding + Sweet & Caring

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Rosalie is all-consuming. Your head will be full of the image of her naked for days afterward. It would be the only thing you could think about. Because nothing else mattered. 

⭑ You would be counting down the hours until you could see her again. Feel her again. Touch the coldness of her porcelain skin, kiss her neck, smooth back her hair. 

⭑Both of you are switches - so whoever is dominant usually changes

⭑ Loves both eating you out and you eating her out. There isn’t one she prefers because both give her pleasure

⭑ Rosalie is the biggest tease on earth. She knows exactly what turns you on, and will do it in front of others, just to see you squirm. 

⭑ Uses toys; dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, etc

⭑ A lot of hate-fucking at first 

⭑ Edward can hear what the two of you are thinking and he gets SHOCKED. 

    “You want to do WHAT-” 

And it was all because you guys were feeling kinky. The man nearly fainted.

⭑ Of course, she likes hair pulling, ass slapping and grabbing, nipple sucking... etc ... 

⭑ Have had sex in every room of the house... Jasper was really mad. Edward was happy he didn’t live with you guys anymore. And Bella ... Bella was impressed. 

⭑ You might think that degradation is involved but it’s really not. I mean verbally. Physically ... oh yeah

⭑ Lots of spanking

⭑ After sex is when Rosalie is her complete vulnerable self. From a viper to a doe, she opens up like a book. Any questions you have are usually answered, and it’s because she feels so at peace and one with you. 

[yaut-jaknowit]

With Her Fingers

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x Reader (AFAB, gender neutral)

Word count: 3210

Warnings: size kink, praise kink, slapping, pain kink, tiny prey/predator kink, light bondage, little cum eating, light dom/sub. If there's any I missed, let me know!

Summary: You don't know what to name your relationship with Gawtin. You're close to her and believe she feels the same to you. It had been a decent day. What you considered fall to be was rolling through. The day wasn't too hot nor too cold for you. Yet, the planet was still too harsh to sit out in the sun for too long. You're chilling underneath a stray tree and watching Gawtin spar with a random male. Just seeing her easily demolish the male has heat flushing your cheeks. Then, she's gives you a look and you're done for. You run for it.

Author note: I had asked about writing smut and what you guys wanted. Someone wanted female/female so I whipped it up for them!

Ao3

Masterlist

Smut below the cut

Minors DNI leave, go away, come back another day

There was something about Gawtin that enticed you. She drew your attention away from the task at hand. You were supposed to be drawing her form as she sparred with another Yautja; a male by the looks of it. His smaller frame had a familiar bulkiness to Gawtin. He stood no chance against her due to this. Genetics weren’t in his corner at this point.

The way he struggled with this fight told you so. He was losing, quickly. One misstep almost got him down for the count. He stumbled back, luck on his side for just a moment. Gawtin swung her wooden stick and barely missed him by just hair. It left the bigger Yautja open for just enough time that the male was able to jab his own weapon into her stomach.

With the ends narrow and a great amount of force, Gawtin grunted and took a couple steps back, head slightly bowed. She whipped it up with a furious look in her eyes that made your legs squeeze together. Her tresses slapped harshly against her flesh as she stared him down. You didn’t need to see him to know there was fear in his eyes.

He knew that move was a bad idea after he preformed it. His mandibles pulled tightly. The female roared threateningly and dropped her staff before charging at him, arms splayed out. Her movements were swift, almost unnaturally fast in your eyes.

Gawtin rammed into him with all of her strength and knocked him straight to the ground. One thing smart about the male, he used the force to roll backwards. He was able to get back onto his feet with barely a beat missed.

That left Gawtin without a weapon to defend against the male. Not that she needed one. He swung it at her but she simply tore it out of his hands and snapped the wood in two. Holy fuck. That was hot.

Red dusted your cheeks as you realized your thoughts. Well, you’ve tested the waters with Gawtin on same-sex sex with her. There’s a reason why her middle, ring finger, and thumb on her right hand are dulled. She’s also learned how to eat you out without scratching with her teeth and mandibles.

When you get back to reality, you find Gawtin choking the male. His feet were held a good foot off the ground as he struggled to get her to release her hold. Not that she easily would. But what got you was her eyes were pinned to you. There was fire flickering in them. You read the look on her alien face, seeing her tongue softly poke out for a moment, and knew what that meant.

She knows. Oh, she knows.

You threw your sketch book to the side, pencil and erase with it, and began sprinting away. From all you’ve learning being around Yautja’s and their planet, there was nothing more exciting than the hunt. You had told Gawtin a little predator/prey could be something you enjoyed. Gawtin full heartily agreed with the biggest of smirks she could possibly make. That’s why you’re running away from her right now. You’ll be able to get to the tree line not far away, at the most. Her strides are long and powerful.

A screech behind you almost had you stumbles over your own feet. You were able to take a quick glance back at the sound and stopped yourself from laughing. Gawtin had thrown the male to side and came charging after you.

The sight of this bulky, well defined, green Yautja coming at you had you quickening your speed. Not that it helped much. This was a Yautja after all. Running away was impossible with the predicament you were in, her training you or not. That look on her face told you so.

Before you were ten feet from the tree line, a sturdy arm wrapped around your stomach. It pulled you flush with a warm frame. In return, you yelped and clawed at the limb instinctively. The frame began to rumble with a purr which helped you calm down. Gawtin turned you around and tossed your body over her shoulder then began a path towards her dwelling.

As she carried you, her tresses swaying caught your attention. You softly grabbed one and kissed it. Gawtin’s purring deepened, pace quickening.

Both of you passed the neighbors dwelling, Bziut-ty was outside, tending to her plants. She was babysitting Qui’oky for the two of you. When she saw Gawtin and you, one of her upper mandibles quirked up. “I guess I’ll be keeping little Oky with me tonight,” she teased. Your lips pressed tightly together as your eyes widened.

Claws dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Yes, I would appreciate that, Bee,” Gawtin thanked her, voice rougher than usual. A smirk graced your features before bringing the tresses back to your lips and licking it.

Her entire body tensed, talons possibly piercing your skin. She growled out your name in warning. Bziut-ty laughed whole heartily. Gawtin didn’t say anything else and marched straight into her dwelling and towards her room.

She sat down on the strange concave dent in the middle of the room called her bed. You were pulled from your potato sack position and deposited onto her lap. Gawtin forcing you to straddle her wide hips. A lower mandible brushed against your cheek as she stared down at you. On the other hand, you continued to hold her tress and gently stroked it.

“Do you consent?” she was straight to the point. Her hand petted the top of your head while staring into your eyes. A smile gracing your features.

“Yes, I do, love.” It wasn’t always a yes, especially during the mating season. Gawtin could easily overwhelm you and want far too much than you could dish out for her. But man, did you try and do your best. You do have to say, when she’s needy, she’s adorable. Don’t let her know that you ever said that though, she might suffocate you with her thighs. After she found out how much you loved her thick thighs, she’ll never let you live that down.

With a loud, short purr, Gawtin moved you the way she wanted. The Yautja placed your back against her chest, your legs hooked on the outer side of hers. All spread out for her. Gawtin doesn’t care about clothing, it’s simple to replace; plus, if you’re walking around naked… That’s something she wouldn’t mind at all.

Your clothes were torn away from your body and tossed somewhere in the room. A yelp escapes you when the soft clothe shirt was ripped off. You gave a normal reaction and attempted to cover up your chest at first. That wasn’t going to fly by Gawtin though. She snatched both of your wrists and pinned them being your head, elbows forced up.

“No hiding from me. I want see all of you,” Gawtin demanded, claws prickling against your skin. A heavy blush dusted your skin at her words. She pulled on her hold. “Keep your hands here. Move, there’ll be consequences.” You knew Gawtin kept to her word and listened to her with a nod. Today wasn’t a day you wanted to disobey her.

Gawtin purred again before using her claws and strength to fully undress you. Now, you were completely exposed to the powerful Yautja while she was still clothed.

A warm tongue licked at your neck, swiping away a drop of sweat. Your body tensed at the feeling before relaxing into her strong body. “Good,” she purred close to your ear. One of her hands roamed from your waist up to your exposed breasts, easily holding one in her palm. Something she quickly picked up on after the first time together.

Just the fact her hand could almost take up your entire chest made you squirm in her lap. Which, Gawtin was quick to fix with a stinging slap to the inside of your thigh. That made you howl and arch your back. She wouldn’t allow for you to escape from her hold unless you took back your consent. Then, she would stop everything and ensure you’re okay.

What she had did made your pussy fluttered emptily. A low moan pouring from your lips. “Please, Gawtin, I can’t sit still,” you begged. An action that was so not Yautja. Yet the sound of your pleading voice got her wild.

With the hand she had slapped you with, she cupped your sex, middle finger pressing between the slicking folds. Gawtin purred again and nuzzled her head against you. You mewled, hips canting forward. This added pleasure to the little things she was doing making you sigh high-pitched.

This time, Gawtin huffed and shook her head. The puff of air tickled the back of your neck. “Sit still, be good,” she urged.

At this point your arms were becoming tired. It went against her order, but you let them rest at your sides. The ends prickling. “I’m sorry, they were hurting,” you were quick to apologize for disobeying a previous order. It went to both of said orders.

“It’s alright, artful one,” she whickered and let her middle finger slowly rub through the slick starting to pool just at your cunt. It took all of your will not to move after Gawtin skimmed over your clit. “There you go. That’s good.” The praise settled well in your bones. You bowed your head and watched while Gawtin pleasured you. It couldn’t be helped, your cunt throbbing. You prayed she would end this teasing and fully embrace it.

All wishes don’t come true.

Gawtin pulled her lower hand away from your pussy and brought it up to her mouth. From your position, you couldn’t see what she was doing you already knew what was happening. You made a squeaking noise, eyes blown wide. She pinched one of your nipples at the sound, earning another yelp.

“I love the way you taste. Like those fruits from earth you had me try.” Your brain was slower to think up what she was talking about. A shy smile tugged at your lips at the reminder. When you were able to find peaches and have her try them, they were quickly loved by Gawtin.

Maybe, you’ll be able to find more soon. Before the mating season started.

Her hand returned to the slick between your legs. That same finger slowly petting your clit and wetting entrance that she was loving on. The other hand switched to the other breast, pinching a nipple between her sharp fingers. You mewled, legs threatening to close. Gawtin was quick to use her own to keep yours open wide. “Don’t tease me,” you begged, head thrown back against her chest. She let her hand roam up to your exposed throat.

Not an ounce of fear entered your body at this. Her talons were dragged across your skin, drawing goosebumps to appear. Gawtin didn’t verbally respond to your pleads. Instead, the Yautja let her middle finger to push into your cunt. Your back arched while you moaned. Her fingers were much thicker than yours. One of hers was almost the same width as two of yours. You could easily feel her finger slowly push into you.

A claw ran down your cheek bone and rested on your bottom lip. Your tongue tested the waters and licked up the sharp talon. Gawtin purred content behind you then forced her thumb into your mouth. Immediately, you began to suck and run your tongue along the finger.

All the while, Gawtin pulled her middle finger out only thrust it back in. The pad of her finger rubbed against your g-spot, further increasing the pleasure. She started up a decent pace. Your thighs trembled and wanted to pin her hand between them. But Gawtin’s thighs were far too strong for you. You were forced to take what she gave to you, even if you were greedy for more.

The female leaned her head over your shoulder. A couple of tresses spilling over with the movement. An idea slowly appeared in your mind. Your hand wrapped around one of her close tresses and rubbed your thumb against it. Her body quickly tensed, fingers thrusting deeper than expected. You moaned high pitched, toes curling. Your other hand clawed at her thigh, not leaving a single mark.

You felt heavy, hot breaths rolled over your naked shoulder and torso. There was a soft growl right next to your ear. The hand on your throat quickly wrapped around yours on her sensitive, rubbery, tubal dread. All you wished to do was return a little pleasure that she was giving you. Most days with her, you were the receiver, taking what she gave. Yet, you’ll try once in a while to return the favor as you the bottom. But the fierce Yautja wouldn’t allow for that.

She forced you to let go of her dread then reached over with that hand to the low nightstand. It rested at the edge of the alien bed you two were in. The lower drawer was pulled open, you knew what was inside of. “I-I don’t think that’s ne-necessary, love,” you stuttered and watched as she pulled out a silk-like fabric. It was longer than wide, perfect for what you knew she was about to do with it.

There had to be a smirk on her alien face that you couldn’t see. Gawtin pulled her fingers from your cunt. You whimper, hips canting forward.

A stinging slap met your inner thigh and caused your toes to curl. You yelped and jerked in her lap. Gawtin used the distraction to bend you over and grab both of your hands. “Wait, I’ll be good! I won’t touch,” you pleaded with the female but the words flew over her head. You already knew she wasn’t going to listen and proved you would disobey. That you have, more than once.

The silk-like fabric was one of the softest textures to touch your skin; you’ve never felt something like it before. It was used to tie your wrists together, one crossed over the other. Every time she touched you with hand of three dulled claws, you could feel your slick wiped onto your skin. Gawtin ended it by pressing her mandibles against your shoulder in a mock kiss. “Now, you won’t touch.” You decided to pull against the knots to test if she had done them correctly. There’s never been a chance that she hasn’t done so before. It didn’t hurt to try nevertheless.

Gawtin returned everything back into your previous position besides where your hands were. When she entered your pussy again, she let another finger slip in. Your toes curled again as you leaned heavily onto her chest. The furs underneath your feet soft against your skin. Then, she used her thumb to gently play with your clit. Her other hand leisurely teasing one of your nipples.

Your hands could only claw at her stomach. A curse flew from your lips, legs beginning to tremble more noticeable now. But, Gawtin didn’t quicken or slow her pace; something she learned from your first few times together.

Dark, dark green dreads dragged over your shoulder. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you.” Your eyes widened, pussy throbbing around her thrusting fingers. Gawtin pressed her mandibles against your shoulder once more before opening them as wide as possible. The dull pink tongue slithered over the soft tissue of your shoulder. She carefully latched onto the meat there without piercing your skin.

It wasn’t the pain that helped you. No, it was the implication of how dangerous she is to you. Gawtin could easily kill you with a simple swipe of her claws. Instead, she was pleasuring with them.

Your moans gained pitch. Your body tensing, muscles growing rigid under her administrations. Her name was finally screamed to the heavens. You wanted to curl in on yourself but Gawtin wouldn’t let that happen. She wrapped an arm around your chest and held you to hers. Her entire torso vibrated as you came around her fingers. Your cunt throbbing and soaking her fingers and hand.

When your body eased on the twitching, Gawtin removed her fingers and brought them up to your mouth. Immediately, you opened your lips. Her digits slid inside and rested on your tongue. The sweet, yet tangy taste of your cum assaulted you. It caused you to hum around them, eyes drifting close. Your tongue licking it away.

It wasn’t the best taste in the universe, to be honest. Yet, when Gawtin forced you such on her digits covered in your cum… You wouldn’t turn down that offer.

Gawtin purred loudly then removed them from your mouth. Then, she rotated your body to face her. Both of your shins rested against the soft pelts that covered the bed. You were straddling her and look up at her alien face.

Both arms are still tied behind you; they probably be that way for awhile. So, you did your best to show your love to her. Your lips connected to the softer patch of skin between her mandibles; a place you could think her nose would be if she had one.

A dry hand cradled the back of your head. Her blazing purple eyes burned into yours. You had pulled only a couple of inches away from her. Gawtin nuzzled her eyebrow against your temple, eyes softly closing.

There was a settling, content tiredness beginning to sit in your bones. You tugged against your bonds, desperate to touch her, wrap your arms around her bulky frame.  Gawtin sees the wanting in your eyes after she pulled away. Then, the Yautja decided to pull one side of the loose ends of the fabric. It loosened. Your arms immediately wrapped around her neck. One wrist was still bound with it.

“That was amazing. Thank you,” you said with a gentle tone. Your hips humped forward against her red shorts. The slick that coated your labia was whipped onto her clothing. It couldn’t be helped, there was a smirk on your face. You completely knew what you were doing.

That look in Gawtin’s eye told you she already knew.

She laughed, mandibles clicking together then reached over to the nightstand again. The bottom drawer opened once more. A wooden box was pulled out. “I finally get to use the new toy I bought a couple of weeks ago.” Your mouth dropped as a blush covered your face. Gawtin chittered with laughter and gave you a look.

Uh oh.

[alltheficsiwant]

Fear

Fear | 🦊Foxy and 🐺Wolfie Universe One Shot

Summary: Bucky has many names. All instill fear to anyone who hears of it. People coined him as Fear himself. In return, living his life, Bucky has no fears. Until you came along. You changed his life and for the first time, there is something that he is afraid of. Something that can instill fear in Fear himself. Losing you.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, kidnapping and attempted rape. If these are triggering to you, PLEAS READ WITH CAUTION. MINORS DNI, GET THE FUCK OFF THIS POST PLEASE. THANKS.

Words: 8.5k

Author's note: Hellooo! I'm back with another one shot for Foxy and Wolfie. I know nobody asked for this but I have written this even before my Eddie Munson series. It has been sitting in my google docs. Now is the best time to pull it out. I hope you guys like it.

I made Foxy, female now since I have added lemony stuff in some of their one shots. There might a full on SMUT but we will see. I'll try to write for GN!readers too. Because I wrote Gummy Bears with a gender-neutral approach.

Any errors is solely me. I do not have a beta reader. Header was also made by me. Please don't be shy to tell me your opinions. That makes my day special - J 💕

MAIN MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTER LIST

Bucky knew something was wrong the moment you left his apartment to go to work. More so when the last text he had with you was around the time that you left Wakanda Industries building. That was thirty fucking minutes ago. His penthouse is only ten minutes away from your work. All routes you could possibly take are crawling with Bucky’s men. You should be here in less than ten minutes but you aren’t. Throwing everyone into a frenzy as Steve and Sam contact every man in every route. Wanda even helped trying to contact acquaintances. Shuri even mobilize some of their staff to help.

He knows you have the tendency to do some stuff spontaneously if interest you enough. You often times do detours before coming home. The first time you did that. Bucky nearly had a coronary.

Okay, maybe he is exaggerating but Bucky is not a normal man. He has enemies that are waiting to do him some damage. Bring him down a peg. Usually, Bucky isn’t worried about anyone. All of the people important to him know how to defend themselves except you. Oh God, he tried but you weren’t built for that. You are built to be behind computers and do the thinking.

You are built to be protected, at least physically, Bucky thought. You are independent as a person can be but in these circumstances he was supposed to be the one who protects you. Now, you are no where to be fucking found. You have been gone now for a full day and what the fuck is taking Steve and Sam so long to fucking call everyone?

“Fucking hell!” Bucky was brought back from his thoughts. His vision cleared until it landed on his phone. Your picture up on the screen. A picture of you smiling cutely while laying on the bed. You were obviously wearing Bucky’s red Henley and clearly with the look of shy satisfaction on your face that it was after Bucky had his way with you. Bucky couldn't help but clenched his fist. The plates on his metal arm shifted silently (It was your genius works that it can now move without even making a sound). Where the fuck are you?

“Buck.” Steve’s voice made Bucky jerked up from his position. Dread filled him as he saw Steve’s furious and worried face followed by Sam who looked to be seething.

“Did you find her?” Bucky asked, his voice a bit husky because of misuse. 

“No, but we found who would be responsible for her missing,” Steve said as he turned to Sam who apparently had a tablet on his hand that Bucky didn’t notice. Steve moved and placed it down to Bucky.

Bucky saw the private parking lot three blocks away from Bucky’s building. He knows the familiar cars parked since he owns that space. Making them pay for the protection of their cars. He was about to protest. Angry that Steve would waste his time– he saw you. Walking at leisure pace with your hands in your pocket.

He clutched the tablet to bring it closer to him. As he watched your movement, at first you looked like a normal gal walking around Brooklyn but Bucky knows you. Oh, he watches you enough to know that something is definitely wrong. You were walking a little bit too slowly and you kept glancing over your shoulder. A de javu settled on Bucky, as flashes of what happened before everything started between the two of you happened. When you were stalked, Bucky insisted on looking through the city tapes. He doesn't know hwy but he was hungry to know more about you. He wants to knows your ques when you feel in danger so he is ready to protect you.

He refocused himself back to the video and he looked back and tried to see if you were being followed but he saw nothing.

Then you stopped and then looked straight towards the camera as if you knew Bucky was watching you. You mouthed to it, words that made Bucky’s heart constrict as he started to tremble. In fear or anger he doesn’t know. It was blurred at this point as he watched it over and over again. 

“I love you Wolfie,”

Before you sharply turned back around and stiffened. 

“Baby!” He can’t help exclaim as he looks up at Steve. “Tell me this isn’t the only footage,” Bucky desperately asked his best friend.

“Watch,” Steve grunted as he angrily looked down and Bucky looked down just in time to see a familiar 6 foot tall blonde man wearing a blue leather jacket. The familiar logo of the white wolf on its back as the man approached you and harshly took your arm. You fought but then he looked to have hissed something and you stopped as you looked around before you shakily nodded. 

Then he sharply pulled you against him, forcing you to turn and then slowly backed away from the crowded area. Bucky started to shake as he knew what he was going to witness as the man pulled out a white cloth and smothered you. You struggled, fighting him off despite being a tiny little thing but the man was fucking strong. Soon you went limp and he carried you walking away from the scene. Not noticing the camera that Bucky had installed in the car park.

Bucky growled and looked up. Anger radiating off his eyes as he saw an equally angry Steve with Sam who is seething.

“Tell me you know who the fuck–”

“John Walker,” The three of them turned to see Natasaha walking inside the office as she loaded her gun. She tucked it behind her back before taking her stance beside Steve. “We are already tracking him down using my system.”

Bucky shouted in anguish as he threw the tablet in anger. “Fucking Walker!” He seethed as he kicked his table effectively flipping it and making the contents of it scatter. The three instinctively took a step back knowing that if Bucky started his rage, he wouldn’t stop until he is sated.

“I knew that little fucker would betray us!” Bucky screamed as he paced. “Is it just him?” Bucky asked as he looked at Natasha.

“At first we thought it was just him but we found something,” Natasha said and then turned just in time for the door to open. A groaning man appears. Quentin Beck stumbled inside with his hands tied behind his back followed by a blonde young girl and a young man with angry expressions. 

“Thank you Yelena and Peter,” Natasha told them. Peter was the first one to leave while Yelena dropped a bag beside Quentin before leaving as Natasha motioned for Sam to take the man. Sam didn’t hesitate and brought him over to Bucky.

“We found him preparing to leave a few minutes ago. He had the decency to go to his fuck buddy to bid goodbye,” Natasaha informed him. Then she crouched down towards the bag and opened it. Revealing a few stacks of money, clothes, a few fake passports and two guns with ammos.

Bucky can’t help but huff out a laugh. “I knew you were a slimy little rat Beck,” Bucky grunted as Quentin struggled against Sam’s hold. His eyes widened in fear as Bucky got closer. His stare the angriest Quentin witnessed.

“I- I swear sir! I didn’t do anything!” Quentin begged as Sam just dumped him right in front of Bucky. The man himself crouched down, his face filled with only one emotion, rage as he harshly tugged on Quentin’s head back to make him look at him.

“Where’s my girl?” He asked directly as Quentin shook his head and started to babble that he doesn’t know. Bucky grunted, lifting up his flesh arm while the metal one kept a hold of him. He delivered a punch.

“That is not the answer I’m looking for,” Bucky said evenly as forced Quentin to bear the pain and make him look at him. “Tell me, where’s my girl?”

“I swear sir! I don’t know! John acted on this alone. I wouldn’t have done something to her knowing I would–”

“You fucking liar,” Bucky cut him off as he delivered another punch on Quentin. This time on his jaw. Quentin cried out and Bucky let him as he switched the metal hand to the flesh ones. He curled it into a fist and forced him to look at it. “Then why are you fucking leaving with your tail between your legs Beck? Why are you running away if you didn’t do anything?”

Quentin’s eyes widened as he realized that there is really no way out of this.

Bucky reared his metal arm, ready to deliver the final blow that could cave his skull in as he asked him in a calm yet heavy tone. “Where is my girl?”

Quentin looked towards the metal knowing one way or another that he would be receiving that punch whether he told them or not. It might not kill him but he knew that Bucky would make his death slow and painfully.

“You really are not going to talk? Well then–” Bucky was about to bring down the metal arm when Quentin finally broke.

“Flag Smashers!” He shouted and that made everyone in the room stand still. Bucky freezing on the spot.

“What?” Steve was the first one to speak as he moved towards Quentin. His eyes shifted from angry to being worried.

“Flag Smashers. We made a deal with them. Well, John spoke with them and roped me in. They wanted a leverage against the White Wolf as per John. John offered your girl and when they learned who she was. They became more determined to get her,” Quentin blurted as Bucky dropped him on the floor. Natasha took over by getting Quentin and had a knife on his neck. He was jostled a bit but continued talking as Bucky paced. “We were supposed to drop her off last night and leave but the flag smashers couldn't deliver their part of the deal until a few hours ago. John said she would keep her somewhere until he could get what he needed for the flag smasher. We were meeting tonight.”

Bucky inhaled sharply at that and then looked towards Sam who already had his phone out. 

“I’m going to call Karli and see if—”

Before Sam could even click on the contact and finish his sentence. His phone rang, Karli’s name, the leader of the Flag Smasher flashes on the screen. Sam quickly answered it as he placed it on speaker. Natasha quickly stuffs Quentin’s mouth with her handkerchief to keep him quiet while still having the knife on his neck. 

“Karli?”

“I know you are with the White Wolf.” Her voice echoed in the office.

Bucky didn’t even hesitate as he stepped forward towards the phone.

“Where’s my girl?” Bucky didn’t let any more discussion ask the same question he had been asking to anyone really for almost the whole day now.

“I would have handed her back to you if I had her.”

“Do not fucking lie to me Karli,”

“When did I ever lie to you James?” Karli calmly said back to him. Bucky huffed.

“Then why did you call?”

“John Walker made a deal with us. He needed an escape route. He wanted an out from you,” Karli said as Bucky looked at Quentin whose eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing. He was betrayed.  “He came here just now. He told me it was for him and Beck but then requested a last minute change for details. In replacement was a woman’s information and picture. He made business with my men and not me. When I saw her picture, I immediately alerted our connections to delay their departure.”

“I don’t need the fucking details Karli. I just need the location,”

“Long Island port. He plans to crossover to Portland and then plans to drive to crossover Canada,”

Bucky cursed. He has no jurisdiction in Canada. He can’t exactly follow you there without alerting the Interpol or the fucking CIA. He ran a hand through his face.

“We placed a tracker on the gun he asked. We always put one in order for us to keep track of the people we do business with. He’s only a couple minutes away before crossing over to Long island.”

While Karli was speaking Bucky was already walking out of the office. Natasha dragged Quentin while Steve and Sam started barking orders. He had taken Sam’s phone as he hurriedly took his personal elevator down to the garage.

“Why are you giving me this Karli?” Bucky asked as he entered the elevator. There was a second of silence on the other line before the woman spoke.

“I know what it's like to lose someone important. Knows how our lives can intertwine with our work.” Karli explained as Bucky took his bike as he waited for Sam who was already giving him his gun and his knives. “Besides, I’m a professional. I have decorum. I wouldn’t hit on a rival’s family to get my business going when I could do other things about it.”

“You know I don’t do favors,”

“This is not a favor. This is respect. Go get your girl,” Then the line went dead. Then an alert message came on and Bucky clicked it. A blinking tracker is seen exiting Brooklyn to Queens.

He showed it to Sam. “Alert Shuri and T’Challa. Tell them I would need their connection to Tony Stark” Sam took the phone and nodded as Bucky revved up his bike.

“I’ll send this to you. We'll be right behind…” Sam wasn't able to finish his sentence as Bucky went off. A single thought running through his mind. He is going to get his girl.

Bucky never felt fear before, or at least since the time he got his arm blasted off. He was used to inflicting it and becoming the fear of the people. Yet at the moment, he fears for you. Fears that you would be hurt. Fear that after this, the other shoe that Bucky was waiting for will drop and lose you.

He fears he would lose you one way or another. He felt like this would be the final straw. The unfamiliar weakening of his knees and the shaking of his bones came to him as he revved his bike. Not caring about the speed, he just wants to get to you. An alert pinged again at his phone that he was half a mind to put on a stand.

He looked down at it to see it open on its own and the red blinking was closer. Then Shuri called, his phone automatically answering it. He didn’t have time to ask how the hell Shuri is accessing his phone.

“You are a click away from them Buck,” Shuri informed him as he looked down at the tracker.

“What does the car look like?” 

“A silver sedan. He looked like he was really trying to go in a hurry but there is so much a Sedan can do!”

“How are you seeing–”

“I called Tony. He lent us his drones and he also said that if something happens to his little magician, you would be dead.” Bucky looked ahead, ignoring the threat, just in time to see several drones flying over him and pass him. He followed it until his eyes landed on a certain sedan. He shouted to Shuri the plates and she confirmed them.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to rev up to catch up to the car and he rode beside the car. He saw you in a flash, knocked out on the back seat with your hands tied. Then he saw John Walker who was already looking back at him with wide eyes. Without preamble, Bucky pulled out his gun and shot the window twice. John, props to him immediately swerved the car. It grazed him on the cheek and stepped on the gas.

“Found him.” Bucky only said as he easily caught up. 

“Sam and Steve are behind you,” Bucky didn’t need to look as he already heard a car coming up on the other side of the Sedan. John saw it and he started to panic and pulled out his own gun but before he could, a small hand shot up. You were awake.

“Foxy!” Bucky can’t help but shout as he lifts his visor up. As you struggled with John, you surprisingly were able to get the ties around your hands free. Bucky doesn’t know if you heard him but you continue to struggle. Bucky’s heart nearly stopped as a shot rang out. It hit Sam’s truck that was driving on the other side. Luckily, Steve, who was halfway out of the truck, was barely hit.

Bucky didn’t care anymore if he was going to hit something as he prepared himself to jump just like Steve.

“Fucking bitch!” Bucky saw you were able to get the gun off him and John’s wrist has indents on it. Then you scrambled towards the window where Steve is already reaching out for you. John started to reach out for you instead and he managed to clutched on your feet. You started to kick him as you desperately unlocked the door. Bucky took another steady shot and hit John on the shoulder. The bastard cried out as he clutched on it and released you.

“Steve!” He shouted as Steve opted to break the window of the car. John saw that Steve was reaching out to you and decided to swerve the car. In the moment, you cried out and Bucky turned to look that you have sliced your forearm open at one of the broken glass. As soon as he saw your blood spilled, Bucky saw red.

“Get her out of there Steve!” Was the last thing he remembered he said before letting his persona take over. There was a lot of fighting as Steve managed to drag you out of the car and into Sam’s truck.

Bucky remembered John fighting as much as he could against Bucky but he wasn’t having none of it. His girl was hurt and someone has to suffer.

The next thing he knew, he managed to crash the car towards barrels of water at the highway that is usually there to prevent a severe car crash. Bucky dragged himself out of the car at the same time he clutched on John’s still breathing body. He threw him against the car and quickly took out his gun.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t know?” Bucky gritted out as he pointed the gun to John’s forehead. There was fear clearly etched on his face but he really did have a death wish as he sneered back at Bucky.

“I knew that Bitch would sell me out to you,” John only grunted and Bucky didn’t care about Karli betraying John.

“You messed with the wrong person John,” Bucky growled as he let the nozzle of the gun pressed against his forehead as he leaned down to him. “You could have done some damage with anything on me and I would have let you go with a beat up face and a bruised ego but no,” Bucky can’t help press the gun on John’s forehead and slammed it towards the car. “You really have to touch my fucking girl,”

“She’s not your girl when she willingly flirts with anyone! She came with me–”

Bucky didn’t even flinch as he pulled the trigger, instead of his forehead like he really wanted to, he pointed it again to the gunshot wound he obtained earlier making it bigger. John cried out as Bucky pointed the gun back to his forehead.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about her like that. I saw the footage moron. She knew you were coming to get her and my girl is smart enough to let you do it right in front of me.” Bucky said as he clearly remembered the words you mouthed to him during the video.

“I love you Wolfie.” Bucky can feel the anger boiling again inside him. You and him never really had the time to say those words to each other out loud but fuck, Bucky didn’t picture it that he would have to hear or at least read those words in your lips in this kind of situation.

John on his part looked a bit shocked. He really is a stupid bastard. 

“So really, Karli didn’t betray you. You did it yourself. Now you are going to fucking pay,” Bucky mumbled as he stood up. “I would really like to torture you more. Make you feel the pain as you slowly die but I want you out immediately. So, goodbye John,”

Bucky was about to pull the trigger when John suddenly shouted.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I took her?!” John exclaimed in an attempt to prolong his life.

“You didn’t succeed and I don’t fucking care,” Bucky fired a shot at Walker and watched the life seep out of him. He took another few more shots to make sure and carelessly threw the gun on him. He heard a car pulling up behind him and he turned just in time to see you coming out the car. 

“Oh thank God!” You exclaimed as you ran towards him as Bucky met you halfway. You jumped into his arms as you buried your head against his neck and wrapped your arms and legs around him. Bucky despite the soreness of the fight with John and the car crash pulled you close to him. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist while the other clutched the back of your head to keep you on his neck.

He let out a shaky breath as he felt you tremble against him. “You’re okay now baby. I got you,”

A muffled sob came out of you and Bucky leaned back a bit so he could properly look at you. He scanned your face as tears streamed down on them.

You have a gash on your left temple that made Bucky’s jaw clenched then he saw a bruise forming on your left cheek. Then he saw your lips and he couldn't help but growl at it. There was a cut on it preventing him from the lips he badly wanted to kiss. The fear suddenly took him after the brief anger he had felt. The fear he felt as he searched for you reared its ugly head again and Bucky can’t help but stagger a bit at the feeling. He brought you back in his arms and tightened it around you.

You watched as emotion after emotion revealed itself on Bucky’s face. Something only you have the privilege to witness numerous times before. You know what is starting to run through his head and you know you can’t do anything but assure him. You reached out to the hand that is touching your face and kissed his palm.

“It's just a few cuts and bruises. I’m fine.” You assured him as Bucky shook his head.

“We still need you to be checked– your arm,” he said as he scrambled to look at it but you were already shaking your head as you wrapped it back around him. You leaned your forehead against his as you took a deep breath.

“Take me home please Wolfie. I just want to go home.”

Despite your protest, Bucky wanted you to be checked out. Bruce Banner and Stephen Strange were called. Bruce from the Wakanda Industries and Stephen as the doctor on call for Bucky. Bucky made sure that you were okay and you compromised by just having them at Bucky’s house instead of a hospital or in the infirmary in Natasha’s security firm.

It took almost two hours to assess everything. Bucky wanted to be thorough and through all of it he didn’t let you out of his sight. During the whole ordeal, the exhaustion of the day took a toll on you and you ended up falling asleep halfway. In which the two doctors gave an okay since you have clearly no concussion.

After the last tests and the final reassessment of your injuries. Stephen delivered the news to Bucky who was just returning with a bowl of soup and the tea you always drink when you are having a bad day. 

“James,” Stephen greeted him as he packed up his stuff. Bruce is already on his way out as he bids the mob boss goodbye in a shaky voice leaving the two men and you, who are still asleep alone. Bucky laid the tray on a desk in the room as he greeted Stephen back.

“Is she okay?” 

Stephen nodded as he took his bag up and looked over at you. “So far, the only severe injury she had is the cut on the glass on her forearm. Steve did a great job on stopping the bleeding. It would scar but Bruce said he is already developing an ointment to help with it.” Stephen started as Bucky carefully sat on the side of the bed. You were facing him and he couldn't help but reach out towards your face. Making sure you are really here with him now. Safe and sound.

“The cuts and bruises would heal in a few days or so, especially on the lips. She doesn’t have broken bones but she did have bruised cheekbones and sternum. Usually, it can occur when being punched or kicked,” Bucky can’t help but close his eyes at that news. His metal hand that isn’t touching and caressing your face clenched. He now wished he didn’t end John right now, he should have let Steve drag him towards the compound so he could have his way with him later.

“But do not worry James, I already prescribed her some pain meds that could–”

“She doesn’t like to take pain meds,” Bucky mumbled as he looked at Stephen who nodded. 

“Okay, I can ask Bruce for alternatives,” Stephen said as he pulled out his phone and sent the other doctor some texts. 

The room went silent for a bit as Bucky dreaded the next news that Stephen would have to deliver. When Bucky made them do every test possible to assess you, it meant everything. Including a rape kit. You weren’t exactly speaking to Bucky much about your experience with Walker during the time that you and him traveled back to Bucky’s place. You only silently cried and clutched on Bucky tighter every time there was a bump in the road. 

Bucky hesitated to ask but Stephen, as usual, knew that Bucky would like to have news delivered to him straightforwardly. That is the reason why he was Bucky’s personal and on-call doctor.

“About the rape kit test, she didn’t have any traces of forced entry,” Stephen started to explain. It should have created relief from Bucky but then he saw Stephen’s face. The usually stoic doctor’s expression became a little darker as he delivered the other part of the news.

“But, we do have found traces of attempt. A few bruises between her thighs and the reason why her sternum was bruised.” Bucky shakily released a breath. He jerked back from touching you and he was out of the bed. Pacing. He shakily put his flesh hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop its trembling as he paced. “We are just assuming its an attempt–”

“I will know about that,” Bucky sharply cuts him off, not wanting to hear another word. Stephen nodded as he looked over at your still body. He didn’t bid any goodbye, something that Stephen never does even when he started working with Bucky. He would rather not speak. He was always a bearer of a bit of bad news. 

He left silently leaving Bucky in his own thoughts. He didn’t know how long he did that but all he could think about is the ways he could have prevented it. He was always sure. Always ahead of the game of people who he knew would betray him and would do something to him. Yet when it comes to you he becomes this mess. A person riddled with fear. Only for you.

His thoughts strayed to Beck for a while, Natasha informing him that he is in the compound. Hidden, ready for him. Knowing now what he could have possibly done, Bucky would have to find some time to go there and do the damage he wished he could have done to John too.

Then it turned back to you as his eyes landed on your still sleeping form. The bruise he saw on the temple has swollen a bit and the cut on your lip looked to be tended. Luckily you are sleeping too deeply. A chilling sensation filled him as the crippling fear came back to him. His knees weakened and this time he let himself kneel right at the edge of the bed. 

How could he let this happen again? He promised he would protect you. Promised you on the day when Dolores took an attempt on your life. The fucking demented witch. He was scared that day that it would be the final nail in the coffin that would make you want to leave but this might be it.

You wouldn’t stay. Nobody does. You would leave and Bucky was sure about that and it would leave Bucky devastated. He knows that. Fuck, he knows that but the worst part is he would let you. He knows that too despite being the possessive shit he was. He wouldn’t keep you if you don’t want him anymore. He wouldn’t keep you even if he wanted you and only you. Even he already let you have the last pieces of heart he had left. He loved you too much to keep you if you do not want to be kept.

Also, he promised you. He kept on saying that you are safer with him from the very start. Because of his selfishness he got you in this fucking situation.

He was too caught up with his own thoughts to notice you have woken up just in time to see an expression you knew was only one thing. An expression you have seen yourself make. Others who have suffered under his metal hands or under Steve’s wrath and Sam’s rage. You know those expressions and you know exactly what Bucky fears the most. Those whispered words he always speaks whenever you spend the night with him in his arms thinking you are asleep.

“I’m not leaving,” you rasped out, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bucky faces you sharply upon hearing your voice. His eyes glazed over as he saw you slowly sitting up. Bucky moved immediately to help you.

“Foxy–”

As soon as he neared you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kneeled on the bed and stretched your body to reach him. His arms are limp beside him as you nuzzle your face to his neck.

“I’m not leaving. You should know that by now,” You told him. A bit muffled since your face is buried on Bucky’s neck. Though your man didn’t make any move to touch you and he stayed in your embrace despite the lack of reaction. You continue to hold on to him.

“This is my fault,” he said after a few more moments and you quickly shook your head as you leaned back. You kept one of your arms around him and the other to touch his cheek making him look at you.

You shook your head again. “No, it isn’t– no, let me finish– this is not your fault. Even then, I knew what I was going into when I let you pursue me. I knew what your life would entail Bucky. At least when I finally learned about it,” You paused as you caressed his face with your thumb as you moved closer. Pressing your body as much as you can with him as you embrace him once again. The memory of the night the two of you met came in pieces with you. How stubborn you were not to give him your number.

You then laid your head on his shoulder. “Besides, I’m too deep to even leave.”

You stayed silent for a while as Bucky refused to hug you back. You close your eyes as you take a deep breath before speaking again. Willing the tears from your eyes not to fall as you spoke.

“If I’m not leaving. You shouldn’t either.” Knowing if you won’t leave then he would be the one to do so. “You can’t leave me. Not now.” You inhaled sharply before pushing the last words out of your mouth. “Not when you made me love you this much,”

With those words, Bucky let a shaky exhale before he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

“Oh my foxy, I’m so damn sorry. I’m so sorry,” He murmured as he pressed kiss after kiss against your temple. He lifted you up a little and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. “Never. I would never leave you,” Bucky mumbled as he pulled back a bit to be able to look at your face. His flesh hand frantically tried to wipe the tears that still fell from your eyes despite your efforts.

“I can’t. I would have let you go if you ask me but I can’t let you go now. I love you too much to do so too baby,” Bucky said as he leaned his forehead against you.

“Good.” That was all you said before you surge forward. You kissed him just like how you kissed him when you cannot put into words how much you long for his presence. Bucky kissed back as if he was a man starved. Desperate to feel and to have you against him.

You tried to suppress your whimpers as you kissed him back. You were also desperate to kiss him. After what you have suffered under John and Beck’s hands for a single night. You wanted to feel Bucky’s love and his warmth. This time you longed for his and only his touch. Nobody else.

But Bucky finally remembered about your cut and slowed the kiss. He leaned back not before leaving a final kiss on the corner of your mouth that isn’t injured.

“I never picture that we are going to say those words in this kind of situation,” You told him as Bucky slowly sat back down on the bed with you still on his lap and wrapped around him.

Bucky didn’t reply on that as he kept looking at you. Seriousness envelopes his features. You immediately tucked your head under his chin and clutched him tighter against you.

Bucky sighed. “You have to tell me what happened,” Bucky said as he brought on his hands to caress the back of your head as he leaned down to lay a kiss on the crown of it. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow,” You told him as you turned your head to the side. “I just want to stay like this for a while,” 

Bucky sighed yet again, not wanting to push you further despite wanting to know everything. Though he has other plans to know what really happened, since someone is waiting for him in the compound. Waiting to be questioned by his bare hands. He opted to wait for you instead. Besides, he has all the time in the world. You wouldn’t be leaving and Bucky would make it his mission to not give you reasons to do so.

“Okay, tomorrow.”

2 weeks later…

“Wolfie?”

Bucky turned just in time to see you walking out of his bedroom. Wearing only one of his shirts as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He can’t help but admire you. He liked how you look now. Healthy and injury free.

For the past two weeks, Bucky insisted for you to stay with him as you recovered. He even asked you to move your work remotely so that he could keep watch on you. You protested though, he knew it when you had your feet back to solid ground. 

But then he knew deep inside, when you conceded, you felt a lot safer being closer to Bucky than being away. Bucky also didn’t leave you out of his sight that much. He had Sam and Natasaha reevaluate every person under his payroll. A cleansing of his ranks after what Beck and Walker pulled through.

Sam though, profusely apologized to you and Bucky since Beck and Walker were his own recruits. He really thought they were decent men but it turns out they are not. Bucky didn’t give him hell. Sam was one of his closest friends. He even asked Bucky to take a go at him but Bucky knew Sam wouldn’t betray him. He knew Sam wouldn’t have known better and he would. That is what Sam promised. Instead he tasked him to do the cleansing which Sam accepted together with Natasha who was eager to get her hands dirty again.

While Bucky gave Steve the reins to the business which his best friend agreed as he knew that you would need Bucky more than anyone.

So Bucky stayed with you, being the doting and loving boyfriend that he is to you and only to you. He helped you with the nightmares that would surely stick and assure you that you are safe. He even let Wanda who had come running to you to stay for three days before she was forced by her work. Threatening Bucky that she would castrate him if anything happens to you again. Of course, Bucky would let her if that happens. You are his world but he would make sure it never does. 

So he started to introduce you to some classes on how to use a gun or a knife which you surprisingly took interest compare to the hand to hand combat sessions he tried before.

“Who else is better to teach me than you?” 

Oh, after that comment, let’s just say that Bucky never had been turned on in his life with the trust that you gave him that night. It was also the night that you finally told him what happened.

It turns out, you fought them during the times you are awake and sassed the fuck out of them. They had to tranquilize you numerous times since your body burned through them so fast. Something of a feat that Bucky is quite shocked of since how tiny you are and how you are not really in the best physical condition a human can achieve.

But what made him work up was that it was apparently Beck who took advantage of you. John was the one who always told Beck to calm down and they would have time to take you for themselves. The two apparently took interest with you at the beginning thinking how could you tame Bucky like that. 

The words that Beck had spatted at you as he tried to drag you to him. 

“Let me have a fucking taste of the pussy that tamed the White Wolf!”

“Come on, don’t be shy!”

“You fucking slut!”

Bucky splintered the headboard that day as you recounted the story shakily as you cried and clutched on to him. Then with your permission of course, he made love to you as you were also desperate to forget about how rough Beck was that night. 

John stopped him though and that made him decide to run away with you instead. Apparently, John actually liked you. That explains why John said you flirted with him which you adamantly denied. 

“Wolfie, I can’t even flirt with you? How am I supposed to do that?” You told him as you remained inside his arms after making love with you. “Sometimes, being kind is really a pain in the ass.” 

On that day, Bucky knew he would have to visit the compound one day and do what he was itching to do to Beck the moment Stephen told him about the attempt. It seems the day has come.

“Good morning baby,” Bucky greeted you as you walked over to him as you smiled sleepily. He offered you your cup of coffee. You took it but laid it back down to the counter before jumping into his arms.

Bucky let out an ‘ooof’ as he caught you. The plates in his arm shifting seamlessly, a result of your continuous improvement with the coding and Shuri’s mechanical adjustments.

“Good morning,” You mumbled. You have been extra clingy. Far from your usually reserved affection even with just the two of you. Also, it was Bucky who had always initiated contact but since everything that has happened. It seems like a new side of you has been unlocked.

“How did my foxy sleep?” Bucky asked as you pulled back. You scrunch your nose at the nickname still not used to that nickname but recently it's grown on you. As long as it came from Bucky’s mouth, your Wolfie’s mouth then it's okay. If it's Sam, Steve, Wanda or even Shuri you would throw hands.

“Good.” You decided to answer, then you looked over at him and noticed that he was in his black suit. These days, Bucky has been either sweater clad or Henley clad. “Are you going to work now?” You asked, a tint of sadness in your voice. You kind of liked the arrangement of having Bucky 24/7 now.

Bucky smiled at you softly as he leaned down to kiss you softly which you eagerly returned. After, he moved to reach for your coffee as he spoke.

“I have to go baby but I just need to do a few things and then I’ll be back,” Bucky told you as he deposited you carefully down on one of the countertops. You carefully balanced the coffee that he gave you in your hands as you watched him move towards the food that you didn’t notice served on a plate.

“Okay” You scrunch your eyebrows as you look around and your eyes land on the digital clock. “But it's a Sunday?” You asked him to look back at Bucky who's back is turned on you as he prepared a plate for you.

“Yes I know, but there is something I really need to work on,” Bucky mumbled as he turned around and gave you a plate.

You looked down to see two pieces of French toast and strawberries with dollops of cream cheese on top of it. You gladly took it as you leaned to the side to open the drawers where the forks are. Bucky watched you in awe as you moved around his kitchen as if you lived there long enough. That is a thought he would like to divulge but later. He had something to deal with to seal the deal of letting you stay here at your original home. 

You took a bite of the toast first before speaking again as Bucky grabbed food of his own. “Is it something I can know about?” you asked and Bucky nearly froze at your question. If you noticed it you didn’t comment as you continued to eat while waiting for his answer.

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Bucky told you as he walked towards you with food of his own and leaned his lower back against the edge of the counter top you are seated on. “It’s a thing I want you out of,”

“Dirty Laundry?” You asked, using the codename the two of you decided to call whatever Bucky had to do that is something that needs to be left unsaid. Bucky nodded, not wanting to say anything more.

You nodded as you took another bite of the french toast and Bucky was relieved that you didn’t question further. Besides, you witnessed a lot of things about his life and his work. He doesn’t want to add what he was about to do to the list but he wouldn’t put it past you that you already know what he is about to do.

It was basically Bucky’s motivation as he festered the anger he kept in check while he helped you recover.

A few minutes later, Bucky is on his way out of his penthouse as you walk him over the elevators.

“I’ll be back before dinner time,” Bucky told you as you nodded. You reached out for him at the same time as Bucky reached out for you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder while he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your lips met as you kissed him sweetly.

“Be careful, okay?” You told him as you pulled an inch away from his lips. Bucky nodded before surging forward again to kiss you more.

The two of you are so caught up with each other that you didn’t hear Natasha has entered the penthouse with Steve. Someone cleared their throat and that made the both of you pull you apart. You jumped a bit and blushed as you noticed the two standing there. Steve with a look of amusement mixed with embarrassment while Natasha just looked at the two of you as if she was enjoying the show.

“I was told that I am here for a brainstorming session. I didn’t know I would witness a show,” Natasha mused. Bucky snorted at that while you giggled. 

“Very funny Nat.” Bucky then looked back down at you and smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as Bucky leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. With a final squeeze on your waist. Bucky let go of you.

“Hey Steve,” you greeted the blonde hulk of a man and the guy offered a grin.

“Hey little bug,” he greeted back and that made you pout at him playfully.

“Just because I told you that you are my honorary big brother now doesn’t mean you can give me nicknames,” You told him crossing your arms but Steve just looked at you amused.

“Well, that is what you get when saying that lil sis,” he told you and you just chuckled as you moved to give him a hug.

“Please take care of him,” you whispered as Steve nodded,

“Always do,”

Bucky then finally put on his shoes and turned around. “Keep her safe Nat,” Bucky said as he started to walk backward towards the elevator. Nat who walked to stand beside you nodded.

“Sure do,”

Then Bucky turned to look at you and give you one final smile. “I love you,” He said as he stepped inside the elevator. Steve and Natasha looked at him shocked but schooled their features quickly not wanting Bucky to backtrack as they look at you who is smiling widely at him.

“I love you too Wolfie,”

Though before the elevator closed, you surged forward and stopped with your hand startling the three as you looked at Bucky. You stared at him for a while as Bucky stood there looking back at you.

“Kick the fucker for me,” You told him and Bucky’s eyes widened at that before you stepped back and let the elevator closed. Bucky stood there in shock as the elevator descended down to his parking lot. 

“You told her?” Steve can’t help but ask. Bucky shook his head as he smirked.

“She just knows it.” Steve chuckled at that.

“You really do have a keeper this time. First time hearing you say those words freely to other people except Sam and Me, Becca and Winnifred,”

“Yeah, she is a keeper.”

“You are going to put a ring on it anytime soon?”

Bucky already had it made and it is in the process but that is news that he wouldn’t be indulging anyone until it's ready but maybe he could spare some to his old best friend.

“Soon but first, I want to deal with the fucker,”

Bonus Content

Quentin knew he was fucked. The moment Natasha knocked him out from Bucky’s office. He wouldn’t be coming out of this alive. He should have ran away on his own if he knew Walker would betray him like this. Now he is at the compound that much he knew judging by the stink of blood and burnt flesh to where he is at now.

He knows this place. The fucking winter chamber is what they call. Not just by being cold. No, this is the place that the White Wolf unleashes the monster inside him. The one that only his worst enemies could witness and never get out of. If they do it would be in black bags. 

He was fucked. Who knew his dick would have gotten him here? If you weren’t such a fucking— he jumped as the doors in the room he is tied down slowly opened. Three sets of footsteps can be heard as they enter the barely lit room. 

Quentin knew who it was, no one ever came from the past days? Weeks? He doesn’t know. Only Peter with a scrap of bread and water came to him. Now, he knew he had come for him.

The first one he saw was Steve as he walked inside with a briefcase in hand. He moved towards the table situated on Quentin’s left. He didn’t even look at him. The next one was Eddie Brock. The resident psycho freaks under Bucky’s loyal men. He was diagnosed with a split personality and the other one, well. They call him Venom and oh boy, he might not be on the same level as the White Wolf unleashed but Venom was almost on the same level.

He loves to play with his prey and he is a very good hunter. If he is here, the White Wolf is planning something that Quentin wouldn't like to experience right now but has not choice to but suffer.

“Hello Quentin,” Eddie’s voice came and shit, its not Eddie its fucking Venom. Quentin started to struggle. Steve looked to be unfettered as he pulled out tool after tool Venom chuckled at his movements. “Ohhh, someone is excited?” He mused as he stalked towards him. 

Quentin struggled as Venom cackled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t be playing with you. Boss wants to have his hands on you first then I would feast,” Venom hissed and Quentin whimpered. “I would fucking enjoy it. After all, I hate rapists,”

Quentin’s eyes widened at that. Fuck, they knew about what he attempted to do with you and he thought he already pumped you enough tranq to forget about it. Fuck.

“I see, that you remember now what you did Beck,” A low grunt was heard as the last person stepped into the light. Venom stepped behind Quentin holding Quentin’s head as he made him look straight to those dark cerulean eyes. Bucky stepped into the light and his eyes were feral as he looked at Beck. “I know what you did,”

Quentin continued to struggle as he was forced to look at Bucky who neared him.

“You should have come clean, I could have ended it fast and quickly back at my office but you decided to be a little coward. Now, I'm going to enjoy everything I am going to do to you.” Bucky said as he turned to Steve.

“Lock the door on your way out,” he told him and Steve nodded. He didn’t look back as he walked out there and the sound of the door being locked can be heard. 

Bucky then turned to Beck while Venom excitedly watched. “You will regret touching my girl,”

All through the night, only Quentin’s screams can be heard and Venom’s cackle. Despite the heavy locked doors. It can be heard all throughout the compound. Luckily, no other buildings and places around it but it serves as a warning to everyone.

No one. No one messes with FEAR himself.