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Route To Sin - Eddie Munson

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Summary: eddie decides to go on a roadtrip with you to visit your sister in vegas, when you stop at a themed motel on the way, things quickly take a filthy turn.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: my first eddie munson fic!! i’ve loved this man for two years, i just finally decided to put it on paper lol, please let me know what y’all think!!

TW: dom!eddie, slight brat tamer!eddie, reader has a sister, drug use (weed), food mention, marriage talk, dacryphilia, breeding kink, daddy kink, bathtub sex, oral fixation, unprotected sex (don’t do this), creampie, cowgirl, mirror sex, degradation (brat, whore), porn mention, spanking mention, pet names (doll, babydoll, sweet girl, sweetheart, angel), hair pulling, fem + afab reader, reader gets slightly insecure at the end

Rating: R, 18+

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A waft of earthy smoke billowed from the open driver’s side window, the familiar smell pulling Eddie’s attention back to the van. You knelt on the bench seat, body stretched across the expanse of the front cab to rest your folded arms against the edge of the window frame, silently watching your boyfriend pump gas. The last of the joint you’d been passing back and forth dangled limply between your pointer and middle finger, careful to avoid dropping the simmering butt and accidentally lighting the whole place up.

“If you keep blowin’ that roach shit my way I’m gonna leave you here.” That signature sarcasm rang heavy in his tone, canines peeking out from under his top lip with the smile he flashed at you.

He shut the fuel door, grabbing the roach out of your hand before snubbing it out against the heel of his boot and tossing it into the ashtray on top of the nearest trash can.

“I gotta go in to pay, do you want anything?” He fumbled with his wallet, pulling the wad of crumpled bills out of the worn leather.

“Get me a slice?” You asked, tilting your head toward the neon in the window that read ‘Pizza: Hot To Go’ in blinking red letters. He nodded, hitting a light jog into the convenience store, wallet chain slapping against his thigh with every step.

When you suggested a roadtrip to visit your sister in Nevada, you hadn’t fully taken into account how long you’d need to be in the van. Hawkins to Vegas wasn’t exactly a short trip, two thousand miles to be exact, and as much as you loved spending time with Eddie, the old, worn out seat of his van was starting to make your tailbone ache. Being 16 hours into a 28 hour drive had you feeling more stressed out than usual, you definitely needed to sleep in a real bed tonight if you hoped to get any relief before your big weekend in Sin City.

Eddie came bounding across the cracked pavement, pizza box in hand and you perked up, his goofy smile illuminated by the final sliver of dusk and the dingy glow of the old gas station sign above.

“I got a whole pie, Rick wasn’t fuckin around when he said that new stuff would make you feel like you’re starving.” He yanked open the door, the metal creaking loudly on its rusty hinge. You took the box from him, setting it on the bench between you as he hoisted himself into the driver’s seat, starting up the van to continue your journey.

“Eddie, can we stop at a motel tonight?” You asked, opening the box to lift a piece of pizza out, folding it down the center and bringing it to his face.

“M’not sure if there’s anything on the way, but we can stop if we see something, doll.” He turned his head, keeping his eyes on the road through his peripheral as he took a bite from the slice in your hand.

‘Welcome Home (Sanitarium)’ by Metallica blared through the speakers either side of the van’s tape deck, vibrations from the heavy bass flowing through the vehicle and melding with the warm haze your high pulled over your mind, your body relaxing into the stained upholstery of the seat. You kicked your bare legs up onto the dashboard, white lacquered toenails pulling Eddie’s eyes off the road briefly. His gaze shifted down to your ankle, then your calf, then landing on your plush thigh, your soft skin peeking out from under your short pajama shorts.

“Eddie, there!” You pointed toward the sign glowing overhead through the dirty windshield, reading ‘Heart’s Desire Motel’ in faded letters atop a large metal heart. His attention was quickly pulled away from your soft skin, pulling the van off the highway and into the small parking lot. The place was quaint, baby pink paint peeling from the siding, with an old ‘vacancy’ sign blinking in the window of the front office. You pulled your sandals on and jumped out of the van, slipping Eddie’s jacket over your shoulders to shield your bare arms from the chill in the night air. Eddie followed quickly behind, catching up to you with ease as you reached the front door.

A small bell rang when you pulled open the office door, the only source of light in the small room being a desk lamp situated behind the front counter. You waited for a moment, hearing a ‘be right with you!’ called from an adjoining space.

“How can I help ya darlin?” A sweet older woman emerged from a back storage space, setting some paperwork down and taking her place behind the counter.

“Can we get a room for the night?” You asked cheerily, excited to finally lay down on something that wasn’t a blanket in the back of Eddie’s van. She smiled and nodded, flipping through the room log book, and you took the opportunity to glance at your surroundings. The walls were the same light pink as the exterior, with heart and cupid motifs scattered across them to really hone in on the theming. The kitchy aesthetic was endearing, a reminder of the bygone honeymoon resorts of the 60’s.

“All our double twin rooms are booked for the night so we only have single queen rooms available, is that alright?” She looked between you and Eddie, knowing her question may as well have been rhetorical.

“That’s actually preferred, it’s our wedding night.” Eddie lied to the woman, a shiteating grin stretched across his face when you turned back to him and shoved his shoulder.

“Well in that case I’ll put you up in our honeymoon suite! It’s not much different from our standard rooms, but there’s a heart shaped tub for you two lovebirds to enjoy.” Her face lit up with the sweetest smile and your heart melted, guilt sitting low in your chest knowing it was a lie. You didn’t have the heart to tell her or question why she’d believed it given the way the two of you were dressed, but you shrugged it off, just happy to be able to finally relax.

You took the key from her as Eddie handed her the cash to pay for the room, twirling it between your fingers, a red keychain etched with the same logo as the overhead sign on one side and the room number above a small heart on the other. Eddie shoved his wallet back into his pocket, his arm wrapping around your waist to usher you out of the main office, calling out a ‘thank you’ as you left.

“What the fuck was that?” You grabbed your bag from the back of the van, shooting him a death glare only to be met with that ridiculous smirk he so loved to taunt you with.

“What, you don’t wanna be my bride?” He faux pouted, dark waves falling in his face as you reached for his bag. You over-exaggeratedly rolled your eyes, starting to walk toward the room.

“Guess it’s the atmosphere of this place getting to me, babydoll.” He slammed the door of the van, jogging to catch up with you as you started putting the key in the door lock. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment from how that little nickname made your heart want to burst out of your chest, Eddie always knew exactly how to push your buttons in the best way and this was no exception.

The sight that greeted you beyond the door was like something out of a 70’s porno, wood paneled walls framing crimson velour window trimmings, a matching velvet comforter sprawled across the queen bed. Two poorly painted angels sat perched atop the heart shaped headboard, like prying eyes seeing every depraved act carried out on the altar below. Sure enough, at the far end of the suite was a heart shaped jacuzzi tub, tiled steps leading up and mirrors lining the walls of the corner it was tucked into.

You dropped your bag on top of the mahogany dresser across from the bed, and as you turned on your heel to shut the door behind Eddie, you couldn’t help but burst into a small fit of laughter at the cross hanging above the door frame. The idea that anything happening in this sex den was god-honoring was definitely scoff-worthy.

“What d'ya say we put that thing to use? My back is killing me and I bet those jets would feel killer.” Eddie’s fingertips dug firm indents into the flesh of your hip, a not-so-subtle indication of what his intentions were for the night.

“Whatever you want, daddy.” You winked, taking a step forward until his large hand gripped your forearm.

“What did you just call me?” He questioned, brow quirked in curiosity.

“It’s our wedding night, remember? Don’t you wanna start a family?” Your tone was playful but truthfully something about this place was stirring a feeling so raw inside of you that you weren’t kidding in the slightest.

“If you keep that up you won’t be able to walk in the morning.” Eddie released his grip, slapping your ass as you walked away to turn on the faucet for the tub.

“Won’t need to anyway, I’ll be sitting in your shitty van for 12 more hours.” You knew exactly how to push his buttons, and insulting any of his women (his guitar, his van, and you) was the quickest way to do so.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” He half-snapped at you, digging through his duffle bag in an ill-fated attempt to stop himself from watching the way you wiggled your ass while you bent over the side of the tub, watching the waterline rise.

“What are you gonna do, spank me?” You found yourself deliberately arching your back toward to accentuate the curve of your ass, hoping with every fiber of your being he’d stop what he was doing and manhandle you a little.

“Only if you don’t stop with the bratty attitude.” He glanced over at you and immediately dropped the shirt he was pretending to fold back into his bag, finally giving up on his resistance and approaching you from behind, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your bare thighs. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your pj shorts and underwear, roughly yanking them down to expose your ass.

“Gotta get you outta these if we’re gonna take that bath.” His tone had returned to that lighthearted sarcasm that you loved to hate, and you almost let yourself sink back against him. Instead, you stood upright again, taking the hem of his tattered Iron Maiden shirt in your grip and lifting it up his torso until he pulled it the rest of the way over his head.

Just as he reached to do the same to your tank top, you turned away and reached for the tap again, putting a stop to the stream of running water. He gripped your waist, pulling you back against him before pulling your tank over your head, leaving you fully naked.

“Get in.” He whispered against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver up your spine that had goosebumps rising over your skin. Maybe it was your residual high, or the lovesick atmosphere of your surroundings, but everything felt heightened, your skin more sensitive, his presence behind you more intimidating, his voice more intoxicating.

You ascended the short step and sunk into the bath, the water level rising to not quite cover your chest as you laid back into the left arch of the heart. Eddie watched your every move, eyes glued to your hips to drink in the way your form shifted with every step. He made quick work of removing his jeans, letting the stiff denim pool at his feet as he watched you settle in, your gaze drifting to the waistband of his plaid boxers. He pulled them down at an almost agonizing slow pace, exposing inch after inch of his semi-hard shaft to your waiting eyes until his cock sprung free, the sheer weight of him causing his length to slap against his upper thighs.

You absentmindedly pressed your thighs together, trying to dull the ache between them to no avail. You never truly got used to seeing him fully naked, blushing like a naive virgin every time you had the privilege of seeing him like this. The muscles of his thigh flexed as he took the step up to level with the lip of the tub, towering over you before sinking into the water beside you. He was an Adonis, all toned muscle under a tender layer of plush tissue that made for the perfect sleeping partner, strong and comforting all the same.

“Come here, doll.” He patted his thigh, the water swaying with the movement alongside the low hum of his voice. You rose to your knees, floating to the other side of the tub and straddling his lap, your core sitting dangerously close to his cock. His hands found your hips, calloused fingertips digging into your soft skin with a squeeze before gliding up your sides, his thumbs ghosting over the sides of your breasts almost teasingly while he admired the way water droplets dripped down over your nipples.

“Always so gorgeous.” He groaned, strong hands finally encompassing your breasts, kneading tender flesh as his rough palms gave your stiff peaks the friction they desperately craved.

His touch lit a fire within you, and as much as the way that he looked at you with such admiration made your heart melt, your need was becoming more and more unbearable by the second. You shifted forward, rubbing your folds over the length of his shaft with a hunger, desperate for stimulation.

Before you knew it he had dropped his grip from your chest, threading a hand into your hair to yank your head softly back, drawing a gasp from your throat.

“Did I tell you you could move?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side and raising his eyebrow. He couldn’t help his sarcastic nature, it just came so naturally to him, and knowing that he had such an immense effect on you gave him the ego boost of the century. You shook your head as much as you could given the grip he held on your tresses, and choked out a soft ‘no’ in response before clearing your throat.

“I-I think I deserve some relief after being in the van all day.” You tried to put up a fight, not quite done riling him up, but your tone was quickly losing all conviction and Eddie could see you slipping further into desperation.

“You don’t deserve anything, you’ve been a pampered little passenger princess for 16 hours while I’ve done all of the work to get us here.” He yanked your hair back even further, craning your neck to look up at the baby pink popcorn ceiling. The sting in your scalp brought tears to your eyes, the liquid breaching your waterline leaving dark mascara trails down your cheeks in its wake.

“You’re being awfully bratty, doll, where’d my sweet girl go?” He cooed, free hand cupping your cheek as he loosened his grip ever so slightly to allow you to look at him.

“I’m sorry Eddie, I’m just so sore.” You sniffled, tears still falling from the shame the disappointment in his tone made you feel.

“Don’t cry baby, just need you to listen, okay?” He dropped his grip on your hair, both hands cupping your face, looking lovingly into your glazed eyes. You could feel his cock growing beneath you, the sight of dark makeup running down your tear stained face serving as the perfect aphrodisiac. He adored seeing you all messy like this, his perfect angel looking like a filthy whore, only for his eyes to see.

“Think we can both get some relief tonight if you’re good, can you be good for me?” You frantically nodded your head. “Yes, I promise!” Your enthusiasm made him laugh low in the back of his throat, that goofy smile returning to his face.

“Need you to use your words and tell me what you want, can you do that?” His tone held sickly sweet condescension and you could feel yourself slipping into that mind numbing headspace, wishing he could just slip into your mind for a moment and see all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you.

“Need you inside, please.” Your words came out barely above a whisper and he knew he wouldn’t get too much more out of you before you devolved into a mewling mess, too lost in your own mind to articulate your thoughts, but he couldn’t help but play with you a little longer.

“Inside where, sweetheart? Here?” He mused, bringing his free hand to your mouth, pointer and middle fingers prodding at your parted lips. You quickly took them in, sucking softly on his digits as you shook your head no, oral fixation too strong to pass up the opportunity to have any part of him in your mouth.

“If that’s not what you want then you need to tell me, don’t be greedy.” He pulled his fingers from your lips with a pop, his tone falling an octave. Your eyes widened, nodding in acknowledgment, willing to do anything to please him at this point.

“I-I need you down here, please.” You took his wrist in your shaky hand, guiding him down to dip into the warm water, lifting your hips slightly so his hand could fit in the tight space between your bodies, pressing his fingertips to the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. You stopped, releasing his wrist, not wanting to break any unknown rule and let him take the reins from there. He brought the heel of his palm up to rut firmly against your clit, drawing quiet whimpers as you did your best to stay still.

“What do you want here, doll? My fingers, or something else?” He teased, dipping two of his fingers inside only up to the first knuckle, the slight stimulation almost torturous as he scissored his fingers inside, stretching open the first inch of your cunt.

“God, something else, please.” You sighed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“What then?” He stopped his movements, withdrawing his hand and you groaned from the lack of friction.

“Your cock, Eddie, please just let me ride you.” You swore you were trying to be good, but you were starting to feel like you’d lose your mind if you didn’t get the stimulation you were in desperate need of and you didn’t care how impatient you sounded.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He laughed, his hands gripping your hips to guide you up just enough for his cock to stand upright in the water, the tip bumping against your weeping cunt. “Whenever you’re ready, babydoll. You want it so bad, you’re gonna do the work.”

You took his hint, bringing your hand beneath you to grip his member, finally sinking slowly down onto him until you could feel him in your stomach, the all too anticipated stretch making you cry out in relief after his teasing. He groaned, running a hand through his curls as he settled back against the edge of the tub, watching you start to slowly grind your hips, just feeling how full he made you feel.

After a few minutes you lifted your hips once more, starting a steady pace bouncing on his lap, the head of his cock rubbing against the tender patch of nerves deep inside your cunt, velvety walls engulfing him with every movement. The water surrounding you started to roll like waves, splashing against the sides of the tub, threatening to spill out onto the tile surrounding it. You took notice, slowly your movements to lessen the potential mess, and Eddie sighed.

“We’ll clean it up later baby, just let go.” He reassured you, secretly just as desperate as you were to get off. He didn’t care about a little clean up, let alone wiping some water off the floor.

You were hesitant but returned to your previous pace, angling your hips back to really allow his cock to hit the sensitive place inside you, euphoria slowly building in your core. Your gaze slowly shifted from his face and when you caught the sight of yourself in the mirrors surrounding the tub you gasped, the lewd image of your makeup stained face and your tits bouncing with every movement of your hips was something almost pornographic, really living up to the atmosphere of the room.

Eddie caught where your eyes had shifted to and groaned, throwing his head back to properly watch you get off to your own reflection.

“Look at yourself, bouncing on my cock like a desperate whore, making such a mess.” His hand came down to press against your lower stomach, his thumb rubbing quick circles over your clit until you were a moaning mess, your thighs burning with the almost brutal pace you were now maintaining.

“Want you to make me a daddy.” He moaned, his breaths becoming more labored. His statement broke you from your trance, your gaze falling back to his as you searched his eyes for any hint of sarcasm, but you found none, he wasn’t kidding.

“Can I knock you up, babydoll?” He reiterated the sentiment, increasing the pressure on your clit and feeling you pulse around him, your orgasm dangerously close.

“I need an answer before you or I can cum sweetheart.” He was panting, straining to prevent himself from finishing, and you did everything you could to pull yourself together enough to answer.

“Yes, Eddie, please!” You maimed, tears threatening your waterline from how close you were to the edge.

“Say it.” He groaned, locking eyes with you one last time.

“Please cum inside me daddy, please!” You cried out, tipping over the edge with one last slam of your hips, pleasure rolling over you in tandem with the waves of the water around you, your walls contracting over and over around him until his warmth spread throughout your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against you until the aftershocks stopped wracking your body, relaxing on his lap.

“You okay angel?” His voice was strained but sweet as ever, always concerned about your wellbeing above anything else.

“Yeah.” You mumbled, smiling silently against his neck.

Once you were fully recovered, you raised off of him, both of you wincing at the loss momentarily before sinking under the now lukewarm water for one final rinse. You began to step out, Eddie right behind you to grab your waist when your foot almost slipped out from under you because of the slick tile.

“Careful babydoll, don’t want you to slip.” He held you firm as you stepped down, making sure you were safe on the ground level before following you out, handing you one of the fresh towels from the pile next to the tub. He wiped up the excess water off the ground as you dried yourself off, and you didn’t know if it was the cold air or the rational part of your brain turning back on, but something started to eat at you as you watched your boyfriend dry himself off.

“Is it okay that I called you that?” The worry in your voice almost made Eddie’s heart break into a million pieces, and he quickly wrapped the towel around his hips before taking you into his arms.

“I loved it, babydoll, I promise I would tell you if I didn’t.” He smoothed your hair away from your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“How about we put on our pajamas and turn on a movie.” He smiled down at you, waiting for your approving nod before going to your bags on the dresser and pulling out your second pair of pj’s. He helped you into them before pulling on his own old band shirt and fresh boxers and crawling into the gaudy bed with you, cuddling up to watch whatever cheesy horror flick was airing on late night tv.

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[ramp-it-up]

All I Know It Feels So Damn Good

Summary: James Bucky Barnes was an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Bucky gives you anything you want. Anything.

Word count: 2.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes After ...As Hard As I Did but BEFORE Dessert or Disaster, but it can be read as a stand alone. It is in answer to this ask. Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run is making me feral. I can write these two ALL DAY!!!! Y'all are gonna have to deal with this for a while, sorry not sorry.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. This is porn with some plot. GNO tipsy texting returns, Dom/sub elements, phone sex, talk of raw p in v, description of sex with condom, Bucky being fluffy while filthy, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation kink, talk of face slapping, talk of finger f*cking, talk of oral sex, praise kink, breeding kink, begging, use of Daddy, use of google translate Romanian. Actual raw p in v, lactation kink if you squint, nipple worship if you squint, belly bulge, non-existent refractory period. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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It was your first Girl’s Night Out as Bucky’s girl. You’d texted him tipsy messages all night, teasing him with your selfies and requests of the same from him.

Your flirty banter was all fun and games until your received a terse, ‘Call me when you get home’ voice memo. 

You don’t know why six little words got you all worked up, but there was a delicious feeling of anticipation in your stomach until you settled into bed after you showered and dialed Bucky. 

For the short time you’d been intimate, you’d sensed that he was holding back something darker, more forceful and to think of it didn’t scare you.

It only served to get you so incredibly hot. Something inside you wanted to push his buttons.

Maybe it was that, and not the champagne, that impelled you to text him what you had earlier.

Bucky was on his couch, staring at the Manhattan skyline and waiting for your call. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello, Frumoasă. Did you have fun tonight?”

His question seemed innocuous enough. Bucky listened as you recounted the drama and escapades of the night with your girls. 

You asked him how his evening with Steve and Sam was and he replied shortly, “Fine. Until I got distracted.”

Then he got to the point.

“Now. Let’s talk about the text you sent me earlier. Run that back for me? What is it that you want to do while I do what to you now?”

The way he slid into confronting you was savage. You weren’t expecting it and now you didn’t want to say it out loud.

Had you crossed the line, you wondered?

Your silence made Bucky smile. He knew he had you flustered, having learned your tells already. You were about to be in the mood he wanted you in; he just needed to push a little further.

“Cat got that talented tongue, baby? Tell me what you said. Or are you only a whore over texts?”

The coldness in Bucky’s tone made you whimper. And wet.

“James…”

Bucky’s cock swelled. He was ten seconds from jumping into his car and showing up at your door. Instead of that, Bucky decided to be patient.

But clear.

“Tell me.”

“I said…I said that I wanted to suck your fingers while you fuck me raw.”

Bucky grunted to cover his moan. You being his shy little slut was so hot.

“Hmmmm. What made my sweet girl think such whore thoughts? Was it the picture that you requested and I sent?”

You shuddered as you ran your fingertips along your belly, playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your nipples were stiff peaks, poking through your thin sleep shirt, which was one of his white tees. 

The fine cotton fabric felt so good against your skin and his scent lingered on the surface. These sensations, along with the knowledge that the shirt, and you, belonged to Bucky sent your fingers further.

“Thank you for the picture, Daddy.”

Bucky clenched his jaw at the moniker. He couldn’t deny you a thing. Even when he was out to dinner with his boys, he would send you a bathroom selfie if you asked. He hadn’t expected the response, however.

You’d only been together for a couple of weeks, and he’d religiously used protection, even after you’d both gotten tested the week after you got together. Despite your clean bills of health, Bucky never pushed to not use protection. He didn’t try to change your mind, he was just happy to be in the room.

In fact, Bucky loved using condoms with you. 

The way you rolled it on him always made him about to bust. The sight of your small fingers on him when you both were past the point of desperation drove him insane with romantic thoughts.

Your tiny hands rolling the rubber on him made him feel like you were his queen and he your knight. And he would vanquish any foe for you. His holy grail was your precious pussy, and if you wanted to use condoms, he was your humble servant. 

But of course, he dreamed of fucking you raw. How could he not with the way your juicy pussy sucked his digits in when he fucked you with his fingers, and the warm wet feel of you when his tongue penetrated your core?

You’d discussed birth control and you had additional methods, but when he snuck a peek of the ring in his closet, he allowed himself to fantasize about making you pregnant.The images got him so hard and yet he restrained himself.

But now that you opened the door, he could let his fantasies run wild. And dare to hope.

“Tell me more, Frumoasă.”

“Well… your fingers in the picture got me hot. You look so fucking Daddy, your eyes, your hair, which I love a little longer by the way, the grey in your beard. Those lips. But those fingers holding that ratty ass phone…”

You giggled until Bucky spoke again.

“As long as I can talk to you and get those kinds of messages, I don’t need a new one. But do go on…”

You melted at his sentiment. How did you get a man that was so open with his feelings?

“Those fingers, mmmm, they are magic. Make me wanna be a slut for for them, for you, James.”

You heard Bucky moving on his end of the line. You guessed at what he was doing.

“What are you doing, Jamie? Are you touching your cock?”

You bit your finger as you listen to him moving.

“Do you know that I daydream about that beautiful dick of yours?”

A groan was all that you received in response.

“Ever have a goal, James? Sucking your cock is mine. It’s so big. Love to get on my knees and swallow you down. Makes me feel accomplished. Ya know?”

“Holy shit, Y/N…”

“I want to feel it without a condom. I- I just think it will feel so good. Don’t you?”

As he thought of what you would feel like as he sank into you, skin to skin, a shiver ran up his spine.

“You know that I give you anything you ask for. Your soft, wet pussy would feel so warm and so good wrapped around me, Y/N. Are you sure you want that?”

You felt an enormous sense of power, and you had a feeling that Bucky was letting you have your way. For now. You took full advantage.

“You know that vein that runs around your shaft  to the tip?”

Bucky was tracing that very vein with his fingers.

“You mean the one that you love to rub those sweet lips on? The one that your wicked tongue traces to my fat head for your sweet little mouth to suck?”

You gasped at Bucky’s lewd language. You were soaking your panties and you moved to take them off. This conversation was the shit.

“Is that what you want to get on your knees for? To try to make me your slave to your slutty mouth?”

“Yes, Daddy just thinking about it makes me wanna cum.”

Bucky’s ears perked up at your breathless voice. He knew that you were touching yourself.

“Oh yeah?”

“Ummmhmmm.”

“Cum for me now, Frumoasă.”

You moaned and rubbed furious circles around your clit. Your arousal was evident in the sloppy sounds emanating from between your legs

“Is that my wet pussy I hear, Baby? How did that happen? Are you that much of a slut?” 

“Th-thinking about you, Daddy. Always a slut for you,” you keened in response.

“What exactly are you thinking about me? Fă ce spun eu frumos.”

You caught Bucky’s tone, and also the hitch in his voice. He was as close as you were.

“Yes, Daddy. ‘M thinking about your fingers inside me. Your cock. How big it is. The way you handle me. The way you talk to me. How you make me feel nasty and angelic all at the same damn time.” 

“Good girl. Now. Make sure that you fuck your fingers into that sweet cunt.”

You moaned as you obeyed. 

 “Oh. Fuck!” 

“There’s my good little whore. I should slap your fucking face for being so dirty. ” 

You gasped, then thrilled.

“Ooooohhhh, Daddy!” 

You were breathless and Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest. You liked degradation. Really liked it. He took note.

“‘M so wet for you, Jamie.”

“I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you won’t be able to run from my cock when I fuck all of your fucking holes raw. Gonna leave my cum dripping out of everywhere.” 

You gasped, fingers flying over your clit. 

“Daddy…”

“But what if you get pregnant?”

You cried out. 

“Godamn it, Frumoasă. That belly swollen because I fucked my cum into you. Full of my… fuck… full of my baby. Those tits gushing milk every time I fuck you…”

“Oh yes. Make me a Mommy!”

“You’ll be mine, Frumoasă. In every single way imaginable.” 

“Oh oh oooooooooh!”

Your pussy spasmed under your fingers as his words pushed you over the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop rubbing that clit until I say so.”

He was so mean. You squeezed your thighs around your wrist, but did as he said.

“NNnnnghhh, Daddy… please!”

You continued stroking your oversensitive clit until you heard your name through the fog.

“Take your hand away..”

You gladly obeyed, gasping in order to take in oxygen. Your head was spinning and there was a giant smile on your face. 

“Holy shit. That was…”

Bucky’s low chuckle made you giggle. You heard movement over the phone.

“What’re you doing?”

“Made a mess all over my shirt. Taking it off.”

Your pussy pulsed again at what he said.

“You can’t say things like that when I’m still pounding, Daddy…” you whimpered.

“Poor Y/N, can’t handle the things she starts.”

You laughed and then stopped abruptly.

“You better be glad that you’re not here right now. I’d knock you the fuck out.”

“Big talk. Little girl.”

“Try me, Mr. Barnes.”

He couldn’t resist you and he couldn’t stay away. So he gave up trying.

“Brat. Be there in 30 minutes. Be ready to put your money where your mouth is. I’d like to see you live up to your threat, Baby.”

“Oh I’m ready, James. Leave the condoms at home.”

—-

45 minutes later, Bucky was sinking into your wet heat, eyes rolling back into his head. He was inside in one long stroke, burying himself in your wetness with a fair amount of stretch.  He was huge. But he’d made you so wet.

You quivered around him, sensitive to every twitch of his dick, and he wasn’t even moving yet.

“Who do you belong to, Frumoasă?” 

“You,” you moaned, not even hesitating. 

Bucky flexed his hips, opening you with controlled thrusts. Almost immediately, you were close. His fingers covered your throat, cradling your jaw, and a thumb pushed between your lips. You sucked it eagerly as he lifted one ankle next to your ear.

Blucky’s searing eyes met yours. His black pupils took over the blue as he took in your open mouth and fucked out expression. 

He pulled you up to kiss you on the lips.

“God, you feel like heaven. So unbelievably hot and silky. And soft.”

You clenched around him at his words of praise. You were spiraling at how hard and good and electric every ridge and vein on Bucky’s cock felt inside you. He filled you up so good and now you were addicted.

It wasn’t fair. 

You pouted at him, then put your hand on the bulge he was creating in your belly.

“Feels so fucking good, Daddy. So good. So big.”

His mouth turned up into a half grin as he looked down and put his hand over yours.

“Gonna fucking fill you up.”

He started moving, slowly, gently at first, building to a crescendo the more you moaned and cried. He was hypnotized by your bouncing breasts and your tiny stiff mountain peaks. When his mouth closed over your tight, puckered nipple, you let out a scream. 

Bucky grabbed your ass and smacked it, causing you to clamp down immediately. He gazed at you, eyebrow raised at your reaction. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, but he stopped, grabbed your hair and made you look at him. He paused, balls deep inside you.

You breathed out his name.

“...James…”

Your desperation almost made him come on the spot, and you could feel him pounding inside you. The truth was, he needed a little break so this could last.

The way your pussy was sucking his dick was insane.

“D’you feel how soaked you are?” he crooned, gripping your windpipe again.

“You need this so badly, don’t you? Go on, Frumoasă. It’s not so hard. I know you want to beg me for it. You like being a little whore..” 

You sucked in a breath, remaining silent as you stared at him insolently. His grip tightened. 

“Say it. You love being my cumslut.”

His voice was on the edge of control. It was everything.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Please, Daddy, Pleaseee…”

Bucky started moving again and you realized how sensitive to him you were. You clutched the sheets as he lengthened his strokes.

 “Fuuuuuck,” you gasped. 

Bucky leaned down to kiss you as your sweat combined with your slick and soaked both your bodies. His hips were moving relentlessly, his cock lighting up every nerve ending inside your tight channel. You squeezed him deliciously.

Bucky’s thumb was lighting up your clit and you were running headlong toward that cliff. He growled into your mouth as you tightened around him in a rush of pleasure.

As you neared your peak, your pussy pulsed erratically and you sparked around him like a firework. When you cried out, he spoke again, his hand around your throat with his thumb, (coated with the essence of you) inserted again into your mouth.

 “Look at you, baby,” he said, low and heated.

“You’re gonna cum so hard, and just the way I want you to. Around my naked cock. Gonna give you all this cum.”

He whispered it into your ear.

“Oh God, I’m cuming.” 

“You better hope none of my little soldiers make it past your birth control, little girl.”

You shrieked around his digit, shuddering as one wave after another crashed over your body. Bucky’s cock jerked inside you and he choked on air.

“Oh Goddddd!”

Bucky’s low, deep moan made you shudder around him again as he sped up, unable to contain the feeling that rushed down his spine when you came. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck FUCKKKKKKKK!”

Bucky pounded you out as you came with him. He collapsed on top of you, laughing, as he kissed and licked your sweat filled neck. Then, he rolled off of you and put his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving beside you. 

You curled up next to him and practically purred as you traced his tattooed sleeve.

“Told you I’d knock you out old man. Too bad you have to go to work tomorrow. How are you ever gonna do it when you’re so worn out? I feel like this pussy was worth it tho.”

Bucky moved his arm and opened one eye at you, a scowl on his face. Then he smiled. The brat in you turned him the fuck on. He turned toward you and traced his fingers along your side, caressing your curves like a feather. His voice was the gentlest whisper.

“Wonder how you’re gonna work tomorrow when you can’t walk, Y/N?”

You felt his dick awaken and gasped as you looked down. Bucky slapped your ass as he stood up to go to the foot of the bed, stroking his cock.

“Turn the fuck over. I’ll show you an old man.”

“We’ll see who is gonna knock out who first tonight. Give me that fucking arch.”

You smiled as your face was pressed into the comforter.

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[chrissdollie]

warnings/notes: suggestive, matt x tumblr writer reader, no smut (but there will be soon), unedited, incomplete, nicknames (baby, babe)

matt sighs, boredly scrolling through his phone while you are sound asleep next to him. your boyfriend uses his free hand to gently rub up and down your thigh. the morning sun tries to peak in through the dark curtains, but the room is still dull. comforting though. especially with the sounds of your soft snores, matthew couldn't be any more comfortable.

that is until a few minutes pass, and he decides to open an app called tumblr that he "jokingly" installed not too long ago. a small smug grin spreads onto his face as he searches up "matt sturniolo x y/n". many results come up, some sweet and fluffy-- and others disgustingly filthy. on camera, matt would completely disregard any "you should read smut" comments... but he can't help and listen to the inkling of interest inside him.

he finds a random blog where he scrolls down to the pinned introduction post to find where all of the fics may be. you sigh sleepily, matt's head immediately snapping to you with wide eyes. you reposition yourself slightly and fall back into your deep slumber. your boyfriend wouldn't want you to know about him reading dirt. especially if it's about him!

he looks back down at his bright phone, scanning the introduction post quickly. he pauses all of a sudden. "yn?" he thinks to himself, his eyebrows pinching. but they quickly rest again, there's no way you, his sweet little angel baby writes nasty smut. and plus, plenty of people can have the same name as you.. right?

he taps on a link that says "about me" which brings him to a cutely decorated page. it's very girly-- definitely reminds him of his unaware girlfriend sleeping right next to him. he reads through the bullet points that include: your age, where you live and where you're from, and a list of things you love! this has to be you. not to mention, your profile picture is your favorite photo of him. he'd know, the physical picture is in a cute frame right next to your side of the bed.

he doesn't feel too embarrassed about wanting to read imaginary sex scenes anymore. matter of fact, he feels like a saint compared to you, who actually writes them! he finds your "masterlist" and it's an entire page just about him. he taps on the first link that reads "daddy's home".

in the years he's known you, including the HOURS of time you two spent having fun in the bedroom, he would've never expected to see kinks like these! by now, he's already gone through most of your fanfictions under the category of "smut". so far he's read drabbles of daddy/breeding kinks, bondage, roleplay, age gaps, sub!matt (this got him feeling a little tingly), and more. he wears a smug smirk on his face as your pretty eyes blink open.

"hi babyy.." he coos sweetly as if he hadn't read your dirty thoughts for almost an hour. he brings you into a warm snuggle, his hand caresses the back of your head while you yawn into his bare chest. "sleep good?" matt asks in his raspy morning voice. "mhm.." you sigh, holding onto him like a koala. the smug shit-eating grin is back on his face when he randomly says, "i found your tumblr."

your body tenses. oh shit. you've been caught. there are two things you can do here: play dumb or ask him if he liked what he saw. you lift your head to look up at your boyfriend. comfortingly, he looks amused. before you can speak however, he reminds you of what you've written. "yeah i read all of your kinky shit. i didn't think you'd be into some of the stuff i saw there, babe."

you feel your arousal sticking to your panties. you gently bite down on your lip, bravely staring into your lust-filled boyfriend's eyes. you seductively lean up so your mouth is only an inch away from his. "so what're you gonna do about it?"

THERE WILL BE SMUT TRUST BUT THIS IS ALL IM GIVING FOR NOWWW!! UH NOT PROOFREAD LIKE ALWAYS XX

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics a little less subtly -read, poorly, hinted at by writer, use of pet names ( little one, pretty little thing, etc), hints at a breeding kink / knotting is mentioned, mate marks/biting, p in v sex - unprotected, fuck or die trope -also probably v. poorly written, dominant!Eddie, but make it soft and gentle. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt seventeen - a/b/o ( told in two parts )

character | fandom - alpha!werewolf!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2k.

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . eddie's taken you back to his cabin to keep you safe. when you slip into the throes of heat fever, it just might turn into a fuck or die situation but sweeter/gentler...✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Sweetheart...❞ Eddie’s husky laugh rouses you from a feverish sleep. You whimper quietly, everything aches and you're so damn hot you feel like at any second you'll burst into flames. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, one arm over your body partially caging you in. ❝There ya go. Good girl. Open those pretty eyes f' me.❞ he coaxes as you start to wake up a little better. 

The hearty scent of home cooked stew hangs heavy in the air and for just a second, your hunger competes with the burning desire you feel towards your newly found Alpha. I-I.. I need him closer, you think to yourself, surprised when the thought unspoken is answered by Eddie gingerly pulling back the scratchy olive colored blanket he placed over your body before leaving. As he arranges himself next to you, he chuckles quietly.

❝ Your mind..its uh..kinda loud, sweetheart.❞ he explains as he lets you settle in next to him.

❝ Oh. I,uh..I'm sorry.❞ you apologize and he chuckles again. ❝ Don't apologize, angel.❞ he smiles at you.

Long, thin fingers skim over your sides as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. Inhaling slow and deep. Your scent is enough to bowl him over, he's just barely holding on to restraint. Sharp fangs prick at his gums, begging to come out. 

When he groans against your neck and pulls you into him even closer, you make the cutest little filthy sound for him.

❝Wanna mark you, little one.❞ he murmurs, soft as silk and rough as gravel against your soft, hot skin. His hips snap against you and as soon as you feel the way his cock pushes and pulses, straining against dark denim, you moan. Rock yourself right back against him and the way he's still growing, still getting hard. ❝ So do it.❞ you gasp out, breathy little sighs that hang in the air between you both. He chuckles. ❝ I could. I could do it, easy.❞ he's pushed you flat against the bed and settled himself over you, his torso keeping your legs spread. And the sight of the slick as it gushes down your thighs, that has him growling all over again as a thick tongue drags over plush and dark pink lips. ❝ If I do this,❞ he locks eyes with you, doe eyes take on a somber cast, ❝ You’re mine. All mine.❞

❝ I-I..❞ you're begging, you arch yourself up into him, grabbing his strong jaw to make him look down at you, ❝ I wanna be yours.❞ and he laughs, shakes his head. ❝ You barely know me, sweetheart. And I got nothin t' offer. I'm an alpha with no pack.❞

❝ I don't care. I belong to you.❞ you insist, rubbing yourself against him more urgently. You're so needy, so responsive. Dripping so bad already that there's a huge puddle pooling beneath you. You're showing him your neck, a sign you’re willing -and ready,more than ready, to submit yourself, give yourself to him.Doe eyes train on the soft skin revealed to him. Taunting him.

His fangs push through. ❝ This might sting a little, doll.❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear as his tongue drags hot against your racing pulse, ❝ But I’m gonna take real good care of you, I swear to Ozzy..❞ and his fangs sink into your neck, piercing your skin. Marking his territory for the world to see. He growls, thrust completely into the throe of rut as he rocks himself against you and when he pulls away to admire his handiwork, you whine in need, missing the rush of the bond, craving the flood of intimacy, the connection you felt as he marked you his own.

❝ Sweetheart..❞ he pauses, begins to protest as soon as the reality of the situation settles over him, breathless and helpless; still rutting himself into you fully-clothed, ❝ We gotta slow down. Think about it, okay... This is kinda permanent. If you're not sure, it's not too late t' stop before..❞ he’s trying to remind you that to be saddled with him is permanent and it’s not a choice to be made in the throes of heat or rut. Not that I won’t happily take it, he thinks to himself, his nose buried deep in your neck, rough lips smoothing over the mate-bite that he gave you, But I just wanna make sure she knows she’s stuck with me. Forever. Because I won’t let her go. I’ll have t’ die first.

He’s seen the mate bond be broken before, it wasn’t pretty. His poor uncle nearly lost his goddamn mind when his mother chose his uncle’s brother -his so-called father, over him. 

But you won’t be swayed. You reach up, soft and delicate hand gripping a strong jaw lined with stubble. ❝ It’s what I want, more than anything. Please?❞ you beg, your thumb rolling over his cheek and resting in the center of a full bottom lip as you arch yourself towards him even closer. Your breathy whisper is enchanting, especially considering you’re saying everything he’s always wanted to hear.

A rough hand finds it’s resting spot against your soft cheek as Eddie ponders what you’re saying. ❝ You barely know me. I barely know you. How’s this supposed t’ work, huh? Answer that one, sweetheart.❞

❝ It will. It has to. I’ve been searching for this…❞ you pause and take a deep breath, ❝ For you, I mean.. Since I was a little girl. I know enough, okay? I know what I want. I want you. I want our bond.❞ you insist. 

Eddie swallows hard, this still doesn’t rid him of the massive lump in his throat. It doesn’t rid doe eyes of the way they tear up because what you’re saying is something he’s always longed to hear. It’s something his uncle -the wolf who raised him, always swore would finally happen to him one day.

And it’s finally happening.

And here you are, he thinks to himself, trying to fight it off. Are you really that damn stupid?

No. The answer is no. And you’ve managed to entangle your body with his, his larger frame engulfing yours in the bed that’s just barely big enough to hold him. He can feel your heart, it’s calm and reassuring thudthud thud thud as your breathing syncs up to his. 

You find yourself pinned below the lanky body of your handsome mate and you’re staring up. His ponytail has started to fall, thick dark hair springs free from a simple brown hair elastic. Your tongue dances behind your lips. He’s not close enough for your liking so you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down on top of you completely. This is met with a growl. Eddie can feel the knot beginning to form, his rut taking over completely. This clouds his thoughts.

But he knows what he wants.

And he knows that you want it too.

Be an actual Alpha, goddamn it. Take what you know belongs to you. - this particular thought comes in the form of his late father, all the teasing and torment because Eddie wasn’t like the other boys in his old pack. He was sweeter. Quieter. More observant and sensitive.

It’s enough to make him contradict himself, but only for a split second, because the scent of you amps up, all sweet and ripe. He pauses as it hits him and he needs a few seconds to process.. Your scent isn’t diluted. It’s pure and it’s strong.

This prompts the question he finally asks a second later, voice all velvet, gravel and sex against the shell of your ear as he snaps his hips into you in a frenzy and one of his hands lingers at the thin pair of panties you’ve soaked through beneath the Iron Maiden t-shirt he changed you into because it was something with his scent all over it and he didn’t want your fever getting any worse.

❝ Have you uh..❞ he pauses, - Christ, this is crazy, there’s no way this isn’t a dream, I’m losing my fucking mind, leaving full lips as he tries to focus enough to continue his question, ❝ Have y’ ever done anythin’?❞

You swallow hard. Laughing softly at what he’s just said. A shy and soft little smile as you shake your head no at him. ❝ I told you, Alpha. I’ve been waiting. My ma..❞ you go quiet for a second or two, ❝ She always told me that true mate bonds were real and I wanted that instead ‘f settling. Broken heart killed her, sadly..❞ you laugh quietly and shake your head, ❝ Guess I shoulda given up but honestly, I didn’t wanna. I never..❞ you’re squirming, nervous beneath his intent stare. 

His face is moving closer to your own, close enough that his rough lips brush your soft ones. A large hand palms at your hip, squeezing as if he’s making a last ditch effort to center himself.  ❝ Never what, pretty girl? C’mon❞ he coaxes, ❝ Tell me, sweetheart. Finish th’ sentence.❞

❝ I..❞ your breath catches because he’s rutting himself into you faster. Every single time his cock brushes against your body, it sends a painful throb straight through your core. Every single time this happens, you can feel the slick coating your thighs get even more slippery. It’s hard to think about anything beyond letting him knot you, re-open the mate bite in your neck and make the whole process permanent and proper. It’s difficult but you’re trying. ❝ Please, I–❞ you beg for him to slow down just a little and Eddie just barely manages pulling himself together. You take a deep breath and continue to speak, ❝ I never clicked with anybody else… Like this.. I didn’t want ‘em as much as I wanted you when I saw you.❞

❝ Fuck.❞ it leaves his mouth in a breathy groan and any restraint he had left is completely gone. He knows you’re being completely honest but he has to ask again. He needs to hear you say it one more time. ❝ You’re a.. You’ve never… oh fuck..❞ he chuckles quietly as your little nod confirms what he already suspected. 

You’re untouched. You’re his and his alone.

❝ P-please?❞ you beg, arching yourself up into him as you raise a hand and it catches in thick dark curls to tug. Any restraint Eddie had left is gone in a split second. It’s gone and Eddie doesn’t want it back.

❝ Don’t let me hurt ya.❞ he mumbles, soft as silk as his mouth crashes against yours, a tongue parting your soft lips and taking dominance over your own. It’s dominance you give over willingly. You nod. Begging for it, pleading. Telling him how much you want to take his knot.

His hand slips down between the two of you, long and thin digits slipping into your soaked sex after he’s torn off your panties and let them hit the floor of his bedroom. First the one, and it’s careful. A little too careful until you start to rock yourself over it and he can feel how velvet soft you feel on the inside, how hot and wet you are and he needs more. Like a drug. A second finger joins the first, and you gasp because you feel a little more stretched now. A little more full. You whine, the sound needy as it punctures the heavy breathing and quiet noises in the room. Eddie melts down into you and this time, when his fangs prick at his gums to re-appear, there’s no split second’s panic. It happens. He adds a third finger, groaning aloud ❝ Y’ feel s’ fuckin good, sweetheart. So goddamn sweet.❞ as you’re stretched even more. You slip a hand between your bodies and give a tug to the waistband of his faded jeans, looking up at him with begging in your eyes as you dance your finger up his happy trail and bite your bottom lip.

He chuckles, it’s a hearty sound. Doe eyes fix on your hand and he gulps. His heart is racing, about to pound right out of his chest. ❝ Patience isn’t your thing, hm?❞ he teases gently. You nod in agreement. He pulls away, but it’s just so he can pull off his pants. As his thick cock springs free, long and veiny with an angry red tip and the knot fully formed, your eyes widen almost comically. ❝ Changin’ your mind on me, sweetheart?❞ he questions.

You shake your head as you swallow hard. You’re reaching for his body, whining in need and he can’t deny you anything so he slips back onto the bed, body parting your legs to spread them wide for him. Rough hands catch in the bottom of his Iron Maiden t-shirt and it’s tugged away from your soft little body, tossed out into the room over Eddie’s shoulder. He sinks down into your body, his nose brushing silk soft strands of hair away from your neck as the tip of his cock pushes against your throbbing cunt, teasing at entry. His fangs sink into the mate mark, digging into soft flesh even deeper this time as his hand slips down between your bodies and circles his cock, lining it up with your weeping cunt.

You tense up from head to toe as his cock stretches you out and inch after inch disappears inside you until you’d almost swear you feel the tip touch your cervix. Eddie happens to glance down just a second or two, catching sight of the way his cock pushes against your tummy from the inside. And he’s growling against your neck. 

You wince as the knot buries inside you, locking the two of you together until he’s given you every last drop of his seed and he can’t keep going. Your nails dig against his skin, dragging up and down his back as your legs squeeze either side of his body. He’s still at first, just letting his thick length sit inside you so maybe you stretch to accommodate him just a little better and it doesn’t feel like he’s ripping you apart from the inside. But the pain melts away and you start to rock yourself against him, your tits pushing against his chest.

Your heart is beating exactly as fast as his own is right now. The more you thrust yourself against him, the wetter you get until he can feel his cock coated in your juices. His hand settles on your hip and he brings you to a gradual stop, lips against your forehead. ❝ I wanna take my time with you, pretty little thing. Let me.❞ he coaxes as he starts to fuck into you at a much slower pace. You’re obedient, but you whine about it. As the bite deepens, you’re overwhelmed by the rush, the way his emotions and thoughts and yours mix together and flood you, driving you straight into euphoria. You cling to him and he starts to fuck into you just a little faster, both hands on your hips to keep you still as he does it. 

❝ I-I..❞ you gasp quietly, ❝ I wanna get on top, let me please? I.. I wanna ride you.❞ you beg. Eddie flips you so that he’s pinned below you and you’re topping him, his hands straight to your hips as he picks you up and slams you down onto his cock. When he bottoms out three times in a row, you’re whining, his name falling out of your mouth like a wanton prayer.

You’re so goddamn tight, your cunt squeezes his length way too damn good. He comes to a stop because if he doesn’t, he’s going to explode, he’s going to fill you full before he’s really done with you for the time being. His eyes flutter open and closed and you stare  down at him in awe as he fucks up into you slow and steady. Your knuckles are white against the headboard you’ve reached out to grab just to keep yourself upright. 

He’s staring up at you, a hand leaving his hip to cup your breasts, squeezing at them. When he pulls himself up into a sitting position and your legs wrap around his waist, this drives him in even deeper, cockhead striking against soft and spongy walls. He’s growling your name over and over, one hand squeezing your hip to guide you up and down on his cock and the other hand cupping one of your breasts as his lips latch on. 

But he can’t hold off much longer. And when you start to beg him to let go -and to allow you to let go, he can’t possibly tell you no. He knows he’s fucked already, he’ll never be able to refuse you anything you want. 

❝ Sweetheart, oh fuck..❞ he groans against your healing mate-bite quietly, ❝ Gonna fill y’ up.❞ as the high of a shared orgasm hits you both and it leaves you clinging to him, fucked dumb and whining as he fucks himself sloppily into you, through his orgasm. 

The knot is gone and both of you could move a few minutes later, but neither of you makes an effort, you’re both too busy touching and kissing, talking to each other in quiet whispers as you cling to each other.

Two halves have become whole. And neither of you ever wants to be apart from the other ever again. 

[bamgyw]

soobin in six nights is so hot... the way he smiled HAS ME THINKING THOUGHTS... like HOW did you write him in a way that's so unsettling yet attractive at the same time to me??? i love it sm

(i love the way you write btw!!! scrumptious, yummy, delish 😋 and your rambles on yeonjun's character too!! would love more six nights rambles or rambles in general 🥹🫶💝)

well i love rambling so. here we are.

anyway. soobin being hot.

first nuance to this is that soobin is hot because he's soobin lol. i feel like if this hadn't been a fic and soobin was an original character, some people might have thought he's hot, but many more would've found him just unsettling and kind of scary, a potential agent of danger and betrayal.

but it's soobin and he's obviously so pretty, so he's hot in our sickened minds to begin with. like, that's not on my writing.

but. soobin in the text.

first thing's first. he's so cool. for no reason.

i didn't even intend to make him cool, i just wanted to make him suffer (sowwy). he's the sacrificial hero of the story, arguably the one who's had it the hardest. the shinji, the kafka tamura.

he has this herculean mental strength type of quality. someone who is broken and has endured great pain, but is still good at heart.

but he's so mysterious and reserved that he comes off as always knowing a little bit more than everyone, always being a step ahead, even if it's not true. (he can't know for sure that beomgyu and the mc are fucking around, but he's smart enough to guess it).

because he's very intelligent, too. he dismisses the nietzsche book like it's self-help for losers, when even beomgyu finds comfort in it. soobin suffered so much in his life that he defeated the final boss of the philosophy game (that is nihilism).

soobin thinks, that's all he does. he can't even sleep because of it. he's a thinker rather than a talker like yeonjun, or action-driven like beomgyu.

yeonjun is a blabber with no filter, and beomgyu's feelings are so intense and all over the place that he just can't help to act impulsively, no matter the consequences.

but soobin just remains quiet, jaw clenched, and thinks. that gives him a lot of power, but also makes him a little creepy. you never really know what side he's on.

he's against his stepfather, for sure, but from the moment he confronts beomgyu it's not clear if he's genuinely worried about his stepsister's safety or if he's just jealous.

so what are his priorities, then? not letting the mc get hurt or not letting beomgyu fuck her? even the mc herself doesn't really trust him.

so he's mysterious and cool and he's emo, and even though we know he has so much hate inside and he could snap any moment, we all wish him well because he's been through so much.

and then there's the smile. you horny bitches have been fixating on the smile.

you have this militaristically strict boy who up until now has been nothing but grim and gloomy. but when beomgyu tries to get under his skin by saying something outrageously filthy about his pretty little stepsister, he just smirks. like he has done worse things.

it creeps the shit out of beomgyu, too. beomgyu who was expecting him to get offended and snap like a loser. it's out of character, it shows there's more to him.

truth is, originally i meant it as a victory grin after the argument. the mc had been eavesdropping, and soobin had made sure that she would be wary of beomgyu's intentions from then on. like he told beomgyu, "consider her warned."

it wasn't meant to be something major, maybe the coolest thing about it (i thought) was hinting that mayhaps soobin chose to confront beomgyu at the corridor on purpose, so that she'd hear them.

BUT THEN YOU HORNY FUCKS READ IT AND YOU WERE ALL LIKE "HELL YEAH THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING RAIL HER BETWEEN THE TWO"

which made me laugh at first, but then i realised that your take was so much better than mine.

so the moral of the story is that you should always let me know what you think and send in a hundred thousand asks, because you're smarter than me. i believe in death of the author, the people knows best.

anyway yeah this was long i am so sorry.

[doonarose]

I am back in the Danger Zone of writing. Which is to say the space where I write too much, go to bed late and wake up early to write, you all benefit, and I slowly lose my mind. It's actually a very pleasant place.

I still have to finalize the second part of the bathhouse fic but it is dropping in less than 12 hours because I have a GOAD slot and by god I'm not gonna flake on it! I've had amazing betas and been made a lovely header so I just need to work less, write more.

I also have the other fic.. and in the depths of last night I came up with the climax... so to speak, and in the light of day I'm still too scared to look at it because it is filthy.

Two and a half months off writing have somehow made me filthier?

I also word-vomited a thousand word essay which I'm also too scared to look at because I am now a fandom elder in terms of how many times I've been through the top/bottom debate and newbies need to learn their lore (and some semblance of introspection and thinking imo).

And I have two things I've promised to beta. And at least five fics that I'm dying to read...

And in two days I have to drive down to the city for a massive weekend of socializing and then the Monday-Wednesday directly after I am running a local evening science festival thingy which basically means work from 9am-10pm which does not sound compatible with fannish activities but I'll just not sleep...

So anyway. Hey.

[nichoskittycorner]

*gremlin anon* on the note of size kink- I am 4'10-4'11ish (for being in my early 20s) so the bratty sub K fic is gonna be fun to read (also the other 3 fics planned are just *chefs kiss*)

Omg I too am on the 'shorter' side (5'3) so having to deal with a large man like K would send me.

>> just a short ramble cause I'm trying to avoid spoilers haaa. Anyway, cw: size kink, bulging, and smut

Like I legit couldnt sleep cause I couldn't stop thinking about this brat with a size kink. Like he would always hold you in such nice all enveloping hugs making you feel safe and warm. But also marvels and drools at how well you take his large cock every time.

Honestly, he thought he wouldnt get halfway in but nope. You went down and bottomed out that sucker every time and it made his head spin. Watching as he stretched your hole and made a bulge in your tummy - running his hand along it and always saying how much it turned him on.

But no matter if he was topping or you, he had to beg to move his hips and fuck you. It would be quite the sight to see a sexy giant man pleading to fuck when he was already inside you. Teasing him by clenching your walls around him every once in a while until you were satisfied and continued. Usually his begging turned into groping your ass tightly to hold himself back from disobeying. Usually.

If he was feeling particularly naughty or desperate for you, he would just move without a care in the world. Pushing in and out of your soaking wet cunt as filthy moans left his mouth until he filled you with his cum. Shaking, panting but only wanting more. And even if he was being naughty, it felt too good to stop him.

But his punishment could come afterwards~

>> okay okay let me shut up now before I say too much- thanks for the extra brainrot gremlin anon...

[chaos0pikachu]

Current Tag Game

Tagged by @lugarn & @forkaround

Current Time: 915 pm

Current activity: working on a client list, writing Boston fanfic

Currently thinking about: the latest episode of kiseki and if its to late at night to eat something

Current favourite song: fuck, uh, The Feels by Labrinth, Mood of the Century by Qveen Herby, and Mamma Mia by Abba

Currently reading: I just finished reading volume 1 of Dumb Husky and his White Cat Shizen and fucking christ husky IS dumb just endless "I wanna fuck him and don't want anyone else to touch him but I swear on my soul I hate him honest" gonna start Thousand Autumns next probably

Currently watching: I just finished Kiseki and loved it, I don't actually like TV shows so I'm not watching any TV right now until The Sign, Playboyy, and Pit Babe start airing I'll just stick with movies speaking of I watched Knights of the Zodiac which was hilariously awful but Macken was hot as hell so

Recently Watched: Kiseki which was awesome truly a show with no budget but so much fucking charm and genuinely good chemistry and costuming I loved every second of it I need a spin off with the old mafia men. Before that Only Friends which, well, now I'm writing Boston post series fix-it where I give him validation and Boeing an actual purpose and char bc I'm that fucking annoyed with the show (not just the ending y'all the SHOW)

Current WIP: This Boston fanfic I have outlined, I've showed some mutuals a tiny bit it's tentatively titled "Filthy" if I accomplish what my goals are for the fic, it'll be an exploration of Boston's post series life, specifically the concept of how at 22 your life doesn't end. Where Boston will find self-actualization but rather than him learning he'll be miserable and discarded by friends and potential lovers for sleeping around he'll realize he can be poly and open but he needs to be less selfish and reckless in his decision making.

He'll meet queer elders, reestablish himself in the queer community, he'll meet characters from: Kinnporsche and Love in the Air (I'm working to make it make sense b/c I'm really picky about crossovers and in general do not like them), him and Boeing are def gonna be friends with benefits b/c I like Boeing and want him to be an Actual Character rather than a Plot Device, he'll find power in his photography, the playlist for the fic so far is as follows:

Never Felt So Alone by Labrinth

Don't Ever Say You Love Me by Colde ft RM

Players by Coi Leray

Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

Outro: Tear by BTS

Girls in the Hood by Megan Thee Stallion

So yeah, working on that pray for me y'all I am so damn rusty in writing fic lol

[jimothy-hopkins]

Driving In the Rain.

WARNING! This contains descriptions of someone taking their own life. If you are easily triggered by things like that PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS!

This isn’t we’ll proofread and I’m writing on my phone. It’s 1 am and I cannot sleep. This is also a manhunt fic involving the game protagonists in their younger years + a slight nod to Bully. Also elements are taken from the book/film Girl, Interrupted.

Daniel paid his head down on the pull out mattress, trying to drone out the conversation Cash and Leo were having in the kitchen. His head pounded and throbbed from withdrawal of his medications. The constant back and forth between his so called friends only made his suffering worse. The only comfort he had was Leo’s cat, Mr. Kittykins.

“Leo you’re not free,” Cash snapped.

“Look who’s talking, the guy who’s supposed to be arrested. As far as I’m concerned I have more freedom than you.” Leo but back from behind the kitchen counter.

“Oh really?” Cash rose his brows.

“Yeah, really.”

“Don’t get it twisted Smith,” the delinquent snarled.

“The only thing twisted here if your fuckin’ head James,” the jock sneered, putting emphasis on Cash’s government name.

“Can you just shut up?!” Daniel cried from where he laid.

Cash let out a snort, respecting Daniels wish and backing down. The tension in the air still remained. It was tighter than the uniform shirts.

Daniel could only think of how he’d gotten himself into this mess. Perhaps he had too much empathy. You could put one of the most heinous men in front of Danny and he’d still manage to feel compassion towards him. Lately he’d been loathing his existence. Cash and Leo seemed to only stress him out. With all the trouble they were causing it caused Daniel’s grades to slip. He’d been sleeping a lot more lately, and began to forget to take his medication.

When Leo decided to join the Marine Corps everything got so much better. Daniel didn’t have to constantly try and keep up with Leo’s misadventures or bail him out of trouble. It was nice not having to babysit someone his own age. He had time to himself. But god knows why he let Cash drag him to Leo. Especially if the only thing they were gonna do was argue the entire night.

They were the most insufferable people Daniel had ever met.

“You have anything besides pig slip to eat?” Cash asked, slamming Leo’s refrigerator shut.

“It’s not pig slip, it’s called protein. Doubt you’d know about it hog brain.” Leo grumbled.

“I’m sick of you.”

“Then why’d you come here then? Just to sit and sulk? You’re just jealous cause I’m better than you. That I get a chance,” Leo seethed with a wide grin.

“Why would I be jealous of an insecure little boy who doesn’t know who he is? Leo you’re not fucking free. The only reason you’re out here is cause you kept your head down and took somebody else’s orders like a little bitch! You can’t live without somebody else! You’re a ducking parasite! You filthy blood sucking little wh-“ Cash ranted, before Daniel interrupted.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Daniel screamed, fully sitting up. Leo’s cat cowering away.

Silence hung in the air for a moment. The world stood still between the three. Then Leo stormed upstairs and into his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Daniel’s head hit the pillow for a final time as he slowly fell asleep.

In the morning, he woke to the smell of pancakes and the sound of KISS playing. Daniel’s headache had faded, leaving only blurry vision behind that could be remedied by his glasses.

“Morning.” Cash grumbled.

“Where’s Leo?..” Daniel asked as he sat up and put his glasses on.

“Upstairs in his room playing KISS non stop. It’s been going on all fucking morning. I’m sick of it,” Cash replied.

Daniel stood up, yawning as he shuffled around the apartment. He heard something brushed against his legs. When he looked down, he saw Mr. Kittykins at his feet. The tabby cried up at the young man, pawing.

He shrugged, walking to follow the fluffy cat who persistently meowed. Daniel figured the little guy was hungry, and that maybe Leo kept the food in a cabinet somewhere upstairs. The music grew louder as he approached the tops steps. The cat taking him to Leo’s bedroom, the door left slightly ajar. Curiously, Daniel peered in. The record player in the corner set to repeating a random KISS album. To be courteous, Daniel gently stopped the player, allowing the vinyl to rest in its case.

The cat still cried at him, urging for Daniel to follow. With a sigh, he paced after the feline, stopping at a door. This time, he sat down. This must’ve been where Leo kept his food.

Pushing open the door, Daniel wasn’t met with any cat food.

He screamed and dropped to the floor.

In front of him was Leo, his pale body lounging in the tub covered in his own blood. In Leo’s lap sat a hunting knife. It was like a murder scene. His forewarns were almost fillet like fish. Daniel stumbled back against the wall, sobbing loudly.

Footsteps thundered behind him, and Cash stood still. The muscular man quickly bailing out of the home, leaving Daniel screaming on the floor.

It didn’t take long for the cops to come after Danny called them.

He sat outside in the pouring rain holding Leo’s cat. The animal purring as Daniel desperately pet it’s cost for comfort. Tears stained his face. He had no clue. If he knew it was this bad he’d have stayed up with Leo all night long. He should’ve noticed. Leo was his best friend. Why hadn’t Daniel thought to check on him? He was so selfish. He was too busy out enjoying himself while his best friend was plotting to kill himself.

God, the guilt was probably so heavy it made Danny weigh a few hundred pounds more. He hated himself. He pushed Leo away and Cash probably nailed his coffin last night.

“Hey man, lets get you home,” a calm voice said as a hand rested on Danny’s shoulder.

Danny looked up, seeing his colleague, Michael Grant.

He slowly stood and followed Mike to his car. The cat still firmly tucked into Daniel’s arms as he got in the passenger seat and buckled in.

He wanted to forget about this.

[aggresivelyfriendly]

I don’t think you take requests but I saw this article and thought of you to write the fic.

There’s a Peruvian journalist who lives and works in Miami who’s married to a (very attractive, 34 year old) Peruvian writer. They were in Chile with their daughter for a few days and when they were on their way to Miami, the wife (her name is Silvia) realized she’d forgotten her wallet with all her credit cards and other important documentation.

They called the hotel and the hotel found it in their suite (they were staying at the Ritz in the presidential suite, they’re very well off). So she decided to go back and pick it up. The husband (name is Jaime) is like “you’re gonna miss our flight” and she’s like “I’ll take the chance I can’t just leave my wallet”

So she goes to the hotel and picks up the wallet and when she calls Jaime he tells her that the stewardess told him they couldn’t hold back the plane. She’s like “it’s fine I’ll take a flight tomorrow… did you know that Harry Styles is staying in our suite now? He’s sleeping in our bed!”

This whole thing is narrated by Jaime in a column he wrote a few days ago, btw, and it actually happened lmao. He says that his wife has been obsessed with Harry for a while, to the point where he asks her if she “forgot” her wallet on purpose, knowing that Harry would be arriving to Chile just as they left. She’s like “I would never” and he’s like “but he has a concert right? And you’re gonna go…” and she’s like “I mean… I’m already here…”

Fast forward a couple of hours and Silvia calls her husband and tells him she met Harry by the hotel pool and at the gym, that he invited her to the show, and that he was the sweetest and so attractive (she also said “he’s not bald at all I saw his hair from up close” 😂) Jaime is like “oh god… well, if you get the chance to fuck him you have my blessing. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity” (even though it was killing him inside).

That night after the show she calls her husband and tells him she’s in Harry’s suite “but don’t worry we’re not alone there’s a ton of people here, all his band members and entourage are hanging out.” He’s d y i n g but he’s happy for his wife. Then she sends him a video of Harry telling him “congratulations on being married to Silvia, she’s incredible” lmfaoooo. The man can’t sleep thinking that inevitably Harry and his wife will sleep together. He literally has to take sleeping pills.

The next day she’s on her way to Miami and calls him to let him know. Jaime asks her how the night ended and Silvia tells him she and Harry shared “a friendly kiss” to not worry that was all. But she was super giddy about the friendly kiss she was like “Harry Styles gave me a little kiss!!!” The man is like “…alright…” and he ends the column wondering if something more happened, and closing with “don’t worry, darling.”

Listen I don’t think anything else happened lmao, she would’ve probably told her husband and I doubt he’d written a column about it if he believed it did (even though if I was her I would’ve pounced, her husband gave her his blessing!!!) but I need to read a version that isn’t from the husband’s pov but from Silvia’s and where she actually pursues Harry and he’s like “ummmm you’re married???” And she tells him her husband told her Harry was her hall pass… and then they have filthy raunchy sex all night. And she calls it “a friendly kiss”

Damn! Well Sylvia is living the damn dream!

Let me ruminate on it. I was literally thinking about asking for requests to get my booty writing.

This is a hot concept! Love it nonny!

[jessielefey]

if i'm gonna die / i wish that i would just die

I have a goose egg on my temple, from when I blacked out and collapsed on the way to the bathroom last night. The second time I collapsed.

(((I don't even really know what I hit, but I remember hitting it.)))

The first time, I borked up my knee.

((My shoulder's bruised too, but I don't remember how that happened at all. Maybe when botked my knee?)))

I mostly made it before I made a mess to anything (but me obvs) but now my squat is unstable and that's like the second most important posture in my life, so that's probably gonna cascade fail later.

In case anyone was wondering how I'm doing which is both "bad" and "nothing I can take to the doctor". You'd think "blacking out twice on the way to the bathroom" would be an actionable symptom but it's not, I've tried.

I'm getting worse and I don't know *why* or from what or what to do but just... keep waiting until I get better like I always do or finally get to die, and I'm so. I'm so tired of this. I'm not even suicidal anymore I just want it to be over because haunting my own life like a ghost is just objectively hurting everyone.

(((I missed L's birthday. I wasn't even surprised. She probably wasn't either.)))

I am so bored of having nothing to talk about that's not bitching, but saying nothing leaves everyone with no context and it just looks like I'm ignoring you/them.

I'm not. I just literally don't even have words half the time, even if I wanted to speak which I don't.

(((I just want it to be over, either way, I give up, I don't care anymore.)))

Hope or optimism has never felt so much like a psychotic delusion designed to keep me placid; I remember last week feeling really content that I could do the things I needed done. I just had a good feeling.

None of them were. Just enough to not get in trouble when the landlords came in *again*. Can't trust my good feelings, only the premonitions of doom but without the power to do anything about it.

(((Just lie down and go back to sleep. Put on another video. Read a fic if your eyes can focus. Stare at the wall if they can't.)))

I feel like I'm being tortured, except that would at least have some meaning, but I'm broke from it anyway. Tag this shit #mind break

(((Just washed the sheets and they're already filthy again.)))

And the doctors would tell me there's nothing wrong. There's nothing wrong, there's nothing wrong, I'm just dying like a gothic horror female protagonist. Dying of wasting, dying of a frail constitution, dying of hysteria maybe. (At least consumption would be Something Real.)

Just let me finish one thing. Just one. Any one. I'm so close. I've been working so hard with the negative spoons I have, and more things fall apart, but I'm still so close. Just one, *please*.

(((It was such a waste to save me, should've let me die when I was still a person.)))

[myers-meadow]

"#ps the 'Haarlep and his tail' ask... i am keeping it on purpose.. as inspiration ✨ so that i dont forget any of the ideas you offered <3"

Ah, yes, you have sleuthed me out again, I see. 🐾

No worries about keeping that list, like I've said before, I'm simply happy my little ideas and musing seem to be helpful and/or enjoyable for you. I would actually be very interested in hearing your thoughts and opinions on each of them, if you'd be willing to share. If you want to keep the ask itself or if going over all of ideas at once is too much (which is understandable), then maybe you could go through them one at a time and just include a screenshot of the bit you are talking about. It's obviously fine if you don't want to though.

finally getting around to this!

Yessssss 10/10 that's the stuff😳😍. As an Incubus, it's in his nature to take the lead, and sometimes he may just prefer to have you hold still for a bit ^^. None of the fuss of rope or leather bindings, very intimate feel, great experience.

To him, almost everything is pleasure. If you're into it, he is. So this, yes absolutely. He lets out the most filthy moans if you do this. If you have a tail too, he tries it out that way too.

I hadnt seen this idea before, very nice! Around neck, he definitely would. If you're being a brat, he's especially keen on doing both these things. I like to think he enjoys making Raphael shut up too, in all sorts of creative ways.

If you enjoy being overpowered in bed, playwrestling etc, this is a nice way to be reminded of his fiendish nature.

I LOVE tail and horn jewelry soooo much. Maybe you can match too? ^^

The tail having a mind of it's own, a clear tell of when he's annoyed or feeling good... I love that. To me the devils read more like cats than like dogs, so I don't see him wagging it like a Golden retriever, but I def see it the way cats do it. Their tail is their first tell of how they're feeling. All tension shows most in the tail. If you notice your Incubus lover is annoyed, running a hand over his back, down his tail to calm him down.....🧡

He deserves to be pampered🥺. I'm not sure if he's experienced much affection outside of sex before, and if he has, it's been longer than you've been alive. I do imagine this has to be quite a ways into the relationship already, as I don't think he'd let someone have such free reign of his body, bc he may not trust your good intentions.

ausghfgahd I love that;;;; 😳🥴

His tail is gonna be somewhere curled around you (waist, leg, ankle...) from the first night you actually sleep with him.

I don't think tails are terribly sensitive, but if you do this right, you get a nice shiver and a lil purr maybe ^^.

I hope this satisfies some of your curiosity. Many of these will come up in coming fics (if I ever finish them 😅). Hope this week treats you well!

Xoxo Meadow

[kneeling-before-loki]

Tall, Dark, and Morally Grey

Pairing: loki x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is, well, an avid reader and has a penchant for ~*spicy*~ books with tall, dark-haired morally grey romantic leads, much like your Avengers teammate Loki. Antics ensue one afternoon when you’re questioned about your choice of books.  

Tropes: pining, fluff, idiots in love, oblivious reader, pet names in another language, friends to lovers, smut

Warnings: embarrassment, bit of swearing, flirting, fluff, smut (kissing, biting, fingering [f receiving], penetration [f receiving], barrier-free sex), 18+ (Minors DNI)

W/C: 4900

A/N: This is my first fic in a long, long time. My first on this account. I couldn’t get this thought out of my head and I needed to put it to paper, so to speak. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was a slow day for the Avengers and you were glad for the break. It had been a long, hard month full of mission after mission, without much down time and you could feel it wearing on you. So, after the team got in late last night and you were informed that there wasn’t another mission on the docket, you were happy to find yourself with a day off. 

Having just woke up, you rolled over to check the time and found that you had slept in quite late, and had surely missed breakfast with the team. That’s alright, you thought. It just means that I can have a meal in peace. 

You got out of bed and padded across your quarters in the Avengers compound to have a relaxing shower and get dressed for the day in some of your casual wear. You opted for a loose pair of linen pants and a crop top, something light and breezy that you could lounge in while catching up on some reading. You grabbed the book you were currently working on, A Court of Mist and Fury, and headed to the kitchen to grab yourself something for breakfast. As you rounded the corner, you could hear that the team was nearby, carrying on. So much for that peaceful meal, you whined to yourself. 

“Ah, look who finally decided to join the land of the living!” Tony said as you came into view. “We were gonna send someone to make sure you were still breathing. Glad to see we don’t need to now.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You replied dismissively as you passed your teammates at the table, heading to the kitchen to grab some fruit and a coffee. “It’s not my fault that you’ve been running us into the ground. I needed to catch up on my sleep. Maybe if this wasn’t our first day off in over a month, I would have been able to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the crack of dawn.” 

“Hey, don’t blame me Y/N! That’s all Fury’s fault. I know that everyone thinks I call the shots around here, and for the most part I do.” At this, there were a few groans and snickers from your teammates. Ignoring everyone’s reactions, Tony pressed on, “But, there are a few decisions that go above me. So, if you want to blame someone for our month of hell, blame Fury.”

You rolled your eyes as you returned to the table with an apple, an orange, and a full cup of hot coffee, placing your book next to your meal. You sat between Natasha and Loki, the two people on your team who you were closest with. “Whatever, Tony.” You began peeling your orange. “So, what is everyone planning to get up to on this lovely day?”

As everyone started chatting about what they were planning on doing, you began eating your orange. You glanced at Natasha and saw her eyeing your book and you felt a blush begin to creep onto your cheeks. You weren’t embarrassed that your book was, in parts, just filthy smut, but you weren’t keen to talk about it in front of everyone. So, you casually slid the book off and under the table while sipping your coffee, and used your magic to vanish it back into your room. You felt Natasha’s eyes on you, but refused to meet her gaze. You turned to your other side and struck up a conversation with Loki. “I’m planning on spending most of the day reading, if you’d like to join me?”

It had become a comfortable tradition between you and the trickster to sit near one another while you both enjoyed some reading. Often in the library at the compound, but sometimes in the living room if people weren’t using it to watch TV or play games or chat. You were the first of the team to accept him and not treat him like a villain, and that began with the two of you reading near each other most evenings that you were at the compound. Even after everyone else had started to warm up to him, it was something that you both continued to do.

Loki’s greenish blue eyes met yours and you saw a smile appear on his face. “Yes, I think that would be a lovely way to spend our day off, elska.”

You smiled at the term of endearment. You weren’t sure what it meant exactly, and when you asked Loki he merely said that it was an Old Norse word for someone that you were close with. You chose to believe him and didn’t look up the meaning or go to Thor to ask for further information. A foundation of your friendship was that you took what he said at face value, trusting him long before anyone else on the team trusted him, and you weren’t going to change that now. 

“Great! I don’t think anyone else will be in the living room, did you want to curl up there to read, or would you prefer the library?” 

“The living room should do just fine. I believe Barton, Romanoff, Rogers, and Thor will be training today. Stark and Banner said they’d be spending the day in the lab, testing out some things they have been working on. Which means you and I should have the run of the place. Who knows what kind of trouble we’ll get up to?” Loki winked at you and you felt your face heat with blush. If he noticed your blushing, he didn’t indicate it, as he got out of his chair and excused himself to retire to the living room. 

Before you could get up to follow after him, Nat poked your ribs and asked “What was that about? I thought you said you two were just friends?” 

So someone else had noticed his wink. “We are just friends. He’s being friendly. Friends can wink at each other.” 

“I was talking about his comment about you two getting up to trouble. But now that you mention it, that combined with the wink makes it extra flirty.” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat. Our friendship is playful. It was nothing more than that.” 

Nat held her hands up. “Fine, fine. All I’m saying is, from an outside perspective, that looked an awful lot like flirting.”

“Well, it wasn’t.” You crossed your arms. You wished it was flirting. While you enjoyed and were grateful for the friendship you had with Loki, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t hold feelings for the mischievous god. Truthfully, from the first time you met him you thought he was possibly the most handsome man you had ever met. And while you were glad for his companionship, the more time you had spent with him the more your feelings for him had grown. For a long time now, you realised you were pining after the man who was probably your closest friend in the world. You spent many nights imagining how it would feel to have him next to you in your bed. You made yourself squirm and whimper almost every night at the thought of how he would touch you, kiss you, bury himself in you. You had truly fallen for Loki, but would never admit it to anyone. 

It didn’t help your imagination that your favourite flavour of books was romance, and your favourite type of book boyfriends were tall, dark-haired, morally grey men with “touch her and die” energy. Every flirting, kissing, or sex scene in the books you read were imagined in your mind’s eye with Loki as the romantic lead and you as the object of his affection. You were really great at torturing yourself, you had come to find out. 

You gave Nat a final scowl, which she returned with a mostly apologetic look, as you gathered your food scraps and empty coffee cup. After you cleaned up your food mess and wished everyone luck on their undertakings for the day, you walked into the living room to find Loki stretched out with a book on one of the couches. The couch he knew was your favourite. 

“You’re in my spot, Loki.”

He looked up at you with a look of false innocence. “Am I? I wasn’t aware there were assigned seating arrangements in here.” His innocent face gave way to a smirk that made your stomach flip. 

“Well, I mean, not officially. But I like that couch, and I think you know that.” 

“Really? Well, I would move for you, but I’ve gotten so comfortable. I see why you like this spot. Maybe we can share this couch today?” He sat up a bit, and patted the spot next to him. 

You hesitated. This was weirdly forward of him. While the two of you were incredibly close, you weren’t the kind of friends that cuddled together. You would sit next to each other while watching movies, but even then, you didn’t even lean on each other. “This better not be about that trouble you mentioned earlier,” you said as you sat down, trying to keep some distance between you. 

“Oh Y/N, when we get up to some trouble, you’ll know without question.”

You looked over at him and though his gaze had returned to his book, he was smirking wildly. Why is he acting so weird today? You couldn’t think of a good reason for why he was being so forward. And you didn’t want to admit that Natasha might have been right, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d even think Loki was flirting with you. It was impossible, of course, but it certainly felt like flirting. 

You gave your head a little shake to clear your thoughts and magically summoned your book from your room. You settled into the couch, leaning into the arm of the piece of furniture, while you dove into your book. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while you both read, and you lost track of time. You were getting to an especially juicy part of the book, where the characters were finally confessing their feelings for one another and you had a feeling that there was going to be some good spice in the coming chapter. You were so engrossed in your book, blushing all the while, that you didn’t notice the rest of the team come into the living room. It wasn’t until your book was being taken from your hands that you realised you weren’t alone with Loki anymore. 

“What are you reading that has you turning the same shade of red as my suit?” Tony asked as he took your book from your hands, turning it around so he could read some of the pages you had been reading just a moment before. 

“None of your business, Tinman!” You yelled as you got up and dove for the book, failing to collect it as Tony held it higher than you could reach. 

“Oh, someone sounds embarrassed! It must be juicy.” Tony continued to keep the book out of your grasp, while trying to read some of it so he could better tease you over it. 

“Cut it out, Tony. Give Y/N her book back.” Steve said. “You’re being mean.”

“If she didn’t want us to know what she’s reading, she shouldn’t be reading it in the shared spaces of the compound.” Tony had you there. You really should’ve just stayed in your room to read today. You were quickly coming to regret every decision you have made so far today. 

“I think I’ve heard of that series, Tony” Natasha chimed in from a chair across the room. You shot her a death stare, hoping to get her to stop before you burned up from embarrassment. 

“Oh? Well, please tell us what this book is about, since I can’t hold this still long enough to read any of it.” Tony tried to swing the book out of your range again, but you were faster this time and managed to grab it out of his hands. “It’s nothing. It’s just a fantasy series about fae. It’s silly. Nat doesn’t need to tell you about it.” You said quickly, hoping that everyone would drop the topic now. 

“That sounds very interesting, Lady Y/N. Please, Lady Natasha, tell us more about this series. I might wish to read it myself.” Thor spoke up. 

The others egged her on, Bruce asking if it was a high or dark fantasy, Clint asking if there were any good battle scenes. Even Steve was beginning to seem curious. 

Natasha made eye contact with you as you gave her a pleading look. She smirked back. “You know, I only know a bit about it. What Y/N said is true, it is a fantasy series about fae. But, isn’t there a romantic subplot that’s kind of a big deal to the main plot?” 

You were sure your face was on fire, which is weird since you felt frozen where you stood. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that the romantic lead is important.” Natasha continued. “Rhysand is his name, right?” 

Shit. Natasha must have read the books before, or probably just looked up information about it earlier after she saw the book on the table this morning. Well, she hasn’t described what he looks like yet. Maybe she won’t. 

“Really? And what does this romantic lead look like?” Tony probed, smirking all the while, clearly trying to get under your skin. “Is he roguishly handsome like me?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. “Tony, not only is Rhysand not roguishly handsome, I wouldn’t call you that either.” You said as you found your voice again. 

Tony gripped his chest, pretending to be grievously injured. “You wound me, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes, heading back to your spot on the couch, book still in hand, hoping that this conversation was over with now that they’ve all had their fun. 

“Well, if he is not as handsome as a rogue, what does he look like elska?” You turned toward the trickster sitting next to you, who was smirking deviously at you now. 

You panicked internally. You couldn’t describe what the character you had just been blushing over looked like. He looked like him, and you couldn’t admit that. “You know, the author isn’t very descriptive. She doesn’t really describe what he looks like very clearly at all,” you tried to lie.

“Well that sounds like a load of bull,” Tony responded. “JARVIS, how is Rhysand described in this book?”

“Rhysand is the main romantic interest in the ACOTAR series and the mate of the main character Feyre. He is described as being tall, having black hair, and often described by fans as being morally grey. He is also known for being fiercely protective of Feyre and having a tragic familial history.” You heard the AI report in its chipper British accent. 

I’m going to kill that computer, you thought as your face heated back up with a blush stronger than you had felt before. 

“Huh. Kinda sounds like Loki.” Natasha said knowingly, smirk still plastered to her face. 

“The fanart I’ve found online of Rhysand does share a likeness with Loki, Agent Romanoff.” JARVIS rattled out. 

You saw in your periphery that Loki was staring at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place, but you didn’t think it could be good. Shit. I’ve ruined everything. “Well, this round of teasing me has been fun but I think I’m going to go to my room now and never leave,” you said as you got up with your book. You felt Loki’s hand grab for your wrist, but you shook him off, wanting to leave before the tears you felt pricking your eyes fall. You heard him getting off the couch and walking after you. You didn’t want him to see how affected you were, so you teleported to your room. You locked your door with a flick of your wrist and put up some magic barriers. 

In a fit of anger, you threw your book across the room and let yourself sob, feeling your embarrassment and frustration fully now. 

“Come now, elska, I don’t think your book deserved to be treated like that.”

Whipping around, you found Loki leaning against your still locked door. You tried to quickly and discreetly wipe your eyes dry. “How did you get in?”

“Darling, as talented as you are with your magic, don’t forget that I am the God of Mischief. My magic can take me almost anywhere.” 

Darling? That’s new. “You know, when someone locks their door and puts up a magical barrier, it’s generally not regarded as a welcome sign.”

Loki shrugged as he pushed off the door, and crossed the room to where your book landed. He bent and picked it up, casually leafing through the pages. “I’m sorry for what transpired out there, for what it’s worth. I didn’t mean to push you like that.” He seemed to purposefully keep his eyes on the book’s pages, avoiding your gaze. 

“It’s fine,” You lied. “I was just done with being made fun of and wanted some alone time.” 

“Again, darling, I am also the God of Lies. You can’t really lie to me and have me not know.”

You stood there, unsure of what to say. “I was… I felt embarrassed.” 

“Why is that?” He closed the book and looked up to meet your gaze. 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“Oh, but I think you do. I think you want to tell me that you felt embarrassed that you’re reading a romance book about a character that looks like me. I think that embarrasses you because you assume that I don’t care for you the same way you care for me.” He put the book down on your bedside table and began to slowly close the distance between you. 

Your mouth fell open a little. Am I really that obvious? Why would he continue to be my friend if he knew how deeply I cared for him? 

Loki was only a few strides away now. You began to back up a step for each step he took forward. 

“Y/N, do you remember what I told you elska means?”

“Yes, it’s a term of endearment for someone you’re close with.”

Loki smiled a little. “Well, that’s not quite what I told you. I told you it was a word saved for someone that you care about. But even that isn’t fully truthful.” Your back hit the wall behind you, and Loki continued to move forward toward you. There was nowhere to go to escape this embarrassment. Clearly it had been a derisive term this whole time.

Loki had reached you at last, and caged you in with his arms on either side of you. “You see, while I had my suspicions before today, I wasn’t fully certain that my feelings for you were reciprocated. So when the term escaped my mouth without meaning it to, all those months ago, I had to cover my tracks. Elska isn’t just meant for someone you care about. It is meant for someone you care for. Roughly translated, it means ‘my love’ or ‘my dear’. It isn’t just a term of endearment, it’s a pet name shared between lovers.”

You stared up into Loki’s eyes, feeling at a loss for words. This must be a dream. I fell asleep upset about what happened and this is the way my brain is helping me cope with it. 

A silence settled between you as Loki waited for you to say something. But you really didn’t know what to say. 

“Darling? Please, say something.”

More silence as you stared at him. 

“I really hope I didn’t misread the situation. If I am just a friend to you, that’s alright. As long as you’re in my life I know that the sun shines on me. But I would like you to say something. Any indication of what’s going on in your pretty head.” Loki had begun to look concerned at this point with how silent you had become. He cupped your face in his hands, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, and searched your eyes for any indication of what you might be thinking. 

“This is either a dream or a joke. I really hope it’s a dream, because I don’t think my heart could handle it if this is a joke.” You closed your eyes, in equal measure to avoid his gaze and to attempt to wake up. 

“Y/N, this is neither a dream nor jest. I promise you that this is real.”

You opened your eyes and connected with Loki’s gaze once more. “This is really happening?”

Loki nodded and brought his face closer to yours. “Yes. I fell for you the first week we knew each other. I have thought of you every day and every night since.”

You pushed forward and connected your lips with Loki’s in a kiss. He moved his hands to your back and you threw your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his raven locks. You opened your mouth to him and he deepened the kiss, chasing your tongue with his. 

His hands moved to your hips with a bruising touch, and he pushed you against the wall, grinding his hips into you. You could feel his hardness pressing against his pants, against your stomach, and you gasped. Loki retreated a few inches and looked at you. “Is this what you want?”

You nodded. “Yes, I want you. I have wanted you for months. You have no idea the fantasies of you I’ve crafted during my nights alone.”

Loki smiled at you coyly. “I think you’ll find that the thoughts of you I have languished in are a match to your fantasies.” 

You grinned back at him and pulled him closer again into a searing kiss. He wrapped his arms around your back once more. You felt his hands trace the curve of your ass, and when he reached the top of your legs he lifted you and pressed you against the wall, opening your legs to him. You wrapped your legs around his middle and ground down on his clothed length. His groan vibrated through the kiss you still shared and tightened a coil within your centre. You could feel your wetness already beginning to gather and you were becoming desperate for him. All this time and you had both felt the same way. All this time and you could have been doing this all along. You had lost time to make up for. 

“Loki, please. I need more,” you begged, your voice sounding breathier and needier than it ever has. 

“What do you need, darling?” He asked in between the kisses he was laying against your neck, your earlobes, your shoulders. When he spoke, you could feel his breath against your skin and it sent shivers cascading down your back. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, Loki, fuck me.”

“Of course, my darling. All you ever had to do was ask.” You could feel him smile against your neck as he answered you. He nipped your earlobe and you let out a small groan. He carried you to the bed and laid you down on the bed. “How desperately do you want my cock?”

“Very desperately,” you practically whimpered. 

“Very well. Know that in the future, I will savour removing each piece of clothing you wear, and will lavish you with pleasure, but for the sake of our mutual desperation this day, this will suffice.” In a shimmer of green, both of your clothes were gone and you were suddenly laid bare before him. “Oh, darling. You are ravishing.” His eyes raked down your frame, lingering on your breasts, your nipples hardened in arousal. When his eyes drew down to your glistening folds he licked his lips and grinned wide. “My dear, you are utterly soaked for me. I see now just how desperate you are. I will have to remedy your need at once.”

Loki knelt between your legs and you took in his naked form. He was muscular in a way that made his body flow like liquid. Your eyes travelled down his front and you saw his cock there, standing hard for you. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you. 

He brought his hand to your core and teased your entrance, moving your wetness around. You sighed out a moan and pushed your hips up in an attempt to take in his fingers, but he removed his hand when you did. Bringing it up to his lips, he licked your juices off of him and he groaned as he did. “You taste so good, my love.” Seeing him enjoy your taste made you clench around nothing and you hated how empty you felt. 

“Loki, please. Don’t make me wait.” 

“Oh Y/N, I wouldn’t dream of it. But, I need to make sure you’re prepared for me first.” He brought his hand back down to where you needed him the most and he began to move his dampened fingers against your clit in slow, agonising circles. You moaned out his name as your pleasure began to build. He rubbed his thumb against your wetness and moved it to circle your clit, while his fingers ran up and down your entrance. “Where do you want my fingers, Y/N?”

“Inside me! Please, Loki, fuck me with your fingers,” you practically begged. He happily obliged your request and you felt his fingers enter you, slowly, so slowly. He pumped his fingers inside of you, while his thumb continued to circle your clit in increasingly fast circles. You moaned and cried out as you felt that coil in your centre tighten. “Yes, Loki, don’t stop. I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” You cried out as you came on Loki’s fingers. You tightened around his digits and you heard him growl in response. 

He slowly eased his fingers out of your pussy and brought his hand up for you both to see. It was completely drenched in your juices. “Fuck, Y/N, you are a vision.” He lowered the hand he had just been using on you and began pumping himself with it, spreading your wetness over his length. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my darling?”

You were still a bit dazed from your orgasm, but you were definitely ready to feel his cock inside you. “Yes. Fill me with your cock, Loki, please.” 

“It would be my pleasure, elska,” he breathed as he lined up his cock to your pussy. He began to slowly enter you and you stretched deliciously to accommodate him. When you were finally flush together, you relished the feeling of being full with him. 

He began to pump in and out of you, taking a slow, languid pace. You wrapped your legs around him once more, and he leaned down to kiss you deeply, groaning into your mouth as his pace began to increase. “Y/N, you are wrapped so tightly around my cock. You feel so good.” He groaned around the words, having difficulty speaking clearly in the moment. 

“You fill me up so well, Loki. I love how you feel inside me.” You leaned up and kissed him deeply, bringing your hands up to his shoulders. “Fuck me hard, Loki, please. I want to come around your hard cock.” 

With your words barely past your lips, Loki picked up his speed and thrust into you hard, gripping your hip with one hand, and moving the other to circle your clit. He massaged the small bundle of nerves like he did earlier, while keeping a hard pace with his cock inside you. “Come on my cock, Y/N. I want to feel you come undone while you’re wrapped around me so tightly.” 

With his words edging you closer to another orgasm, you gripped his arms and cried out as you came on his hard cock, tightening around him further. Loki swore and brought his forehead to rest on yours. He picked up speed and groaned loudly. “I’m going to come, Y/N. I’m going to cum in your tight pussy. Fuck!” His movements became sloppy and he bit down on your neck, while you felt him release inside you. 

His movements slowed and came to a stop, and he released your neck from his teeth. He kissed where he had bitten you and kissed a line up to your lips and ravished your mouth with a deep kiss. You kissed him back just as deeply, threading your fingers through his hair. 

You were filled with ecstasy and blissfully dazed. You played with Loki’s soft hair as he eased out of you. He laid down next to you, pulling you in to lay on his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. He drew circles around your shoulder with his fingers and you hummed your satisfaction. 

“I have a question for you, elska.” Loki stated, with a smile in his voice.

“Hmm?” You murmured. “What is it?”

As a smirk crept in his voice and with a bit of laughter, he asked “How do I compare to your book boyfriend now?” 

[hakkais-hoe]

I was gonna serenade you myself but then I realized I couldn't sing so have this song in my stead (also would make for an interesting fic about Sanzu and his once innocent S/O now being bold, wild, untamable, and overall deadly; even enough to put his ass out of commission if she ever wanted to)

https://youtu.be/6NdbIoLOFoc

Better serenade me properly next time 🙄 Jkjk anyway yessss this song is amazing I’ve been listening to it on repeat since you sent it absolutely love it.

Gonna do it from Harus pov for a bit, not sure this is what you actually meant but I think it kinda works, I hope 🥲

Age warning: none but don’t read if ya don’t like violence.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, torture, guns/deadly weapons, swearing, Sanzu being a pain n his pill poppin habit.

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My Lioness

Fuck, fuck, fuck! This shit hurts!

“So Haruchiyo Akashi is it? Or do you go by Sanzu still, you piece of trash?!”

Kidnapped! What a joke, me of all people managing to get his arse kidnapped by these basic hoes… god I need a pill!

They can sit there and shout at the bubblegum haired man all they want, but how could he answer with a cloth gagging him to the point of his voice muffling and the cloth starting to cut into the scars at the side of his mouth.

His arms are bound behind him to the chair along with his legs with a rope that won’t stop ripping at his skin, the blood from now open wounds drips down to the floor creating puddles of hot red liquid below him.

He’s getting woozy from the blood loss from his limbs and the open wound on his head by now, the feeling of sleep deprivation is kicking in but he knows if he sleeps he won’t be getting up anytime soon.

“We sent a ransom video to your pathetic colleagues, not like Bonten will ever pay to have their loyal max dog back they have your pretty little lover for that now, eh?! Guess what Sanzu she’s not coming! No one is they don’t need you you’re expendable to them. You’re little lover too she’s probably moving on as we speak!” The man above him laughs to himself before bringing the mallet down on Harus hand, shattering his fingers and pulling a grumbled shout from his gagged lips.

His laughing kidnappers rip the gag from his mouth hoping to hear his scream from the pain they’re inflicting.

“Don’t speak about my darling with your filthy stinking mouth… I’m gonna fuck you up when I get outa here.” Sanzu grits through clenched teeth. All he can think about now is how much he missed his baby in the past few hours even though you’d both spent the morning arguing and screaming at one another.

Sooner or later, babe, you’re gonna come for me

Once upon a time was the only thing to ease your pain

“Awe it’s adorable that he’s so worried about his partner so much! How sad that they haven’t even come for you! What a joke, they’re all probably laughing about not having to save your useless arse!” Kidnapper 1 replies with a boot smacking straight into Sanzus abdomen, sending him and the chair clattering to the harsh rock ground.

“FUCK! Shut the fuck up you don’t know shit they’ll come get me or I’ll get myself out nd fuck you up in the process motherfucker!” Harus voice is scratchy and pain filled from the violent fall and a blow to the head, his vision is begging to blur from the pain but he knows he has to stay awake.

“HARU!”

“SANZU!!”

“Fuck, you poor dickheads you’re so dead now.”

Familiar voices fill his senses, you’re voice then Rindou and Rans intermingled voices followed by a chuckling Kokonoi mocking the kidnappers.

The sight of your rage filled blazing eyes sends pure relief corsing through Harus body, all he wants to do now is feel you holding him but without a second word you have one of his favourite guns pressed against the head of his kidnapper.

“You’re so fucking dead, you thought you could beat the ever loving fuck out of my man without me coming to fuckinh kill you then you’re done!” You’re voice snarls cutting the stuttering whiny man off.

And I saw you change into a lioness

A beast in the wild, unbridled

I could see it in your eyes

You could've eaten me alive

Just to show me you could

A hunter on the prowl

“Damn baby you really do love me~ Could do with a hand here though m’ startin to go fuzzy…” Harus voice is quiet and wavering when he speaks up into the blood soaked room, the four heads in the room snap back to the injured man in question. His mouth is cracked into a small smile yet his eyes are filled with pure pain from the puddle of blood forming below him. You’re in front of him before he can think, helping Rin and Ran to lift the chair before they help cut Haru free from his restraints.

“You once told me you’d burn down the world for me, Sanzu, guess it was my turn to show you I’d kill anyone for you my love~” Your gentle coo in his ear has him grinning widely against your shoulder, lithe heavy body going limp against you in exhaustion.

“I don’t even have the energy to hug you back but I love you so much, my feral queen, my everything.” Sanzu mutters quietly against the crook for your neck, blowing a heavy sigh against the sensitive skin clearly ready to head to bed.

“Yeh love you too, we better get you to a hospital eh darling?”

“God yes please I think I’m dying, not even being dramatic for once…” Haru grumbles succumbing to the intense need to sleep.

Waking up to bright lights and the sound of beeping monitors was definitely not knew to the pill popper but he really didn’t want to be alone.

“Good morning sleeping beauty… Ran n Rin are picking up some food for the ride home. How are you feeling? You had surgery they said you had internal bleeding or something and a few broken bones.” Your quiet hum is music to his ears as he reaches out for you silently, you take his hand in yours laying a kiss over his broken fingertips wit tears in your eyes you look at his sleepy form.

“So pretty~ my baby’s so pretty… I feel okay , better now I know I’m not alone… they… they said you wouldn’t come… they said you’d move on and none of you needed me… I’ve never wanted to kill someone so bad I- you- I won't forget the way that you looked at me, I won't forget the way that you shook, straight rattled my bones when I saw you come blazing into the room you looked like a goddess in my eyes…” Tears form in his beautiful eyes but never fall, he goes to grip your hand, forgetting that his grand is throughly shattered, a loud squeak spills from him along with a few tears of pain.

“Haru-“

“Well that was adorable! Be nice to us as well Sanzuuuu~ we came to save you from the horrible men! Even carried you into this shit hole.” Rans mocking voice breaks the loving atmosphere between the two of you, you shoot him a glare as Rindou gives him a whack in the stomach.

“Shut up Ran, we’re glad your okay Sanzu. Even if you are annoying as fuck we still need you… no one else likes cracking knuckles as much as you.” Rindou grumbles walking into the room with a bag filled with Nando’s for the group.

“Shut up both of you, lousy mother fuckers, just get the fuck in the car we’ll be out in a bit.” You snap already throwing random objects at them. Sanzus loving gaze follows you on the way to throwing them out the doors

“You're tickin' like a time bomb fit to blow up everything… I could see it in your eyes, You could've eaten me alive… fuck I love you, you psycho.” Sanzu mutter far too quiet for you to make out the words.

“What was that baby?”

“Noting my dear Lioness~” He coos yanking all his IVs out and making his way to the door like usual.

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