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citrus-moonlight · 11 months ago
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Hello friends and welcome! I wanted to finally put all my fics in one place since I now have over 50K 70K published (!!!), and also because I started out posting to one blog and then moved here to use as a separate writing/personal space.
At this point it's all Ulysses Klaue all the time, baby, but I do have a couple of WIPs started for Alfred Pennyworth (and perhaps a loose outline or two for a couple of other blorbos). I hope to get to them soon, but for now my dirty napkin of a man has me in a chokehold, so here we are!
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All works have an Explicit rating | 18+ only | Warnings tagged in each work/series as well as individual chapters.
And remember: Writers are little goblins for feedback, you have no idea how much we appreciate every single comment and reblog!
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Bringin' Home the Rain
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Thank you to the wonderful @saradika for this gorgeous header!! 💕 Please check out her graphics blog @saradika-graphics!
"Let It Wash Us Both Away" (Part One) 5 Chapters | 25.4K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Complete!
You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")
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"Salvation is a Deep Dark Well" (Part Two) 3/6 Chapters | 30.6K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Active WIP! - Chapter 3
After the realization that you don't want your night with Klaue to be one-time thing - and as you start to understand that he doesn't either - that persistent hum of desire to seek out risk starts to feel different; enticingly unfamiliar and drawing you in a way that for the first time makes you long to relinquish control to something, or someone, outside of yourself.
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"Find Me in the Air" (Part 3) Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | Future WIP!
Planned final part!
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Stories in the "Bringin' Home the Rain" universe
"Woven" 3.9K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | A little bit of smutty holiday fluff! | Between chapters 3 and 4
As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpectedly brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.
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"Close Your Eyes to See" 2.3K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | A little bit of stolen time between visits | Between chapters 3 and 4
Even when he's at the compound you don't get to spend as much time with Klaue as you both want, so you're always pleased when he has a few minutes to give you some much needed attention.
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"Away" 2.0K | Ulysses Klaue x F! Reader | A short drabble based on a sweet ask by @saradika 💕 | Unspecified in the timeline, but it's somewhere in part 3!
Going on vacation with Klaue is sweet and filthy, and gives you chance to learn a little more about one another.
✨ No AO3 link yet, but I am planning on brushing this up and will post it on there, soon!
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"Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right" 4.7K | Uysses Klaue x F! Flight Attendant Reader | Complete!
After a particularly rough flight you're suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, but you end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.
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"Danger Starts the Sharp Incline" 4.5K | Demon!Klaue x F! Scientist Reader AU | Complete!
At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.
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A list of other WIPs and ideas on the go! I have a couple more to add so I will update this one shortly as well!
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tarrenterror25 · 2 years ago
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HOLY HELL
Reader is so BOLD I love it but it also makes me anxious for her!! Like, ma’am, I knew damn well this would come back to bite you in the ass. It was a good move, a great move, but you played yourself! 😂
When she shoved him and he was just like “Keep going”, I disintegrated, my GOD. The rough tension and him getting back at her by teasing her had ME squirming! Whew! And then the ending!!!!
Me when he said  “I said I was going to make you come, but I didn’t say I was going to do it quickly, did I?” I was just like:
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Bringin' Home the Rain - Chapter 4: "Flames"
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Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther
Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 5.1K Chapters: 4/5 Rating: Explicit
Chapter Summary: You're not sure what's going to happen now, but you know that you've crossed a line, one there's no chance of coming back from.
Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Masturbation, Smut, PWP, But a bit of Plot if you squint, Dirty Talk, Praise, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving), Teasing, Reference to Predator/Prey, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom, Hair pulling, Begging, Finger Sucking
A/N: I'm back! Thank you so much for your patience, it feels a bit silly that 5.1K took me this long but I just need to remind myself that everyone writes differently, and there's also there's that pesky full time job and all. I really thought this chpter wasn't going to take too long because it was the one I had the most written for, but it didn't quite work out that way! Ah well, we still go there. I hope you enjoy! <3
Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.
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All your kin have all gone on  to fields all bathed in sun And the only things left in your possession  is an empty bottle and a gun
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Your heart is racing and blood thunders in your ears as you quickly make your way back to your quarters white trying to process not only what you had just done, but how good it felt.
Once you sensed that Klaue was past the point of no return, when he was growling and panting and desperate, your own desire, deep and liquid took over and the look in his eyes when his hand wrapped around his cock gave you everything. Molten blue and roiling at the edges with relief and lust and something else akin to a promise.
When you walked out of the room it had been with a feeling of satisfaction, of finally having the upper hand, and it was a heady sensation. But as the distance between you and your workroom grows you start to regret leaving and find yourself hoping that he’ll follow you, a surge of nervous exhilaration spreading through your rib cage with that realization. Unfortunately you have no idea whether he will, and if he doesn’t how long will you have to wait before you see him again? He had mentioned that he was only at the compound for a few days, and once he leaves it's possible he could be gone for weeks.
You're surprised by how disappointed this thought makes you feel.
You think about turning around, but at the same time you know that you probably need to give yourself a chance to cool off and just think about these last couple of days and to try to figure out what, if anything, you actually want from Klaue. 
Even as the logical part of your brain tries to throw reason at you, you can’t help but glance back over your shoulder in the vain hope that you’ll see him, but because you’re not paying attention to your footing the toe of your boot catches on an uneven tile causing you to stumble, and while you manage to catch yourself you decide it’s a sign that you definitely need to take the cool down option. 
Leaning against the wall you press the flat of your hand against your diaphragm, focusing on the pressure while taking several deep inhales until your breathing, though still too fast, starts to even out, and while you feel calmer when you start moving again your thoughts continue to spin. 
You’re still perplexed by the fact that Klaue didn’t get up and grab you as soon as you had walked in and found him on your couch. Thus far he hasn’t struck you as the kind of person to be particularly patient, to not simply take as soon as he had the opportunity, and after your argument that afternoon you can't imagine he was any less on edge than you, especially not after the text he had sent you.
Did he simply enjoy watching the tension on your psyche ratcheting tighter, getting a thrill from watching the threads of your sanity fraying one by one right in front of him? 
But then your thoughts wind their way back to yesterday’s encounter and something else occurs to you: That even though Klaue had sought you out, had moved so close you could feel the heat of his body, it wasn’t until you had pressed your ass back against him that he reached for you with a desperate grip.
Absently you pass a hand over your hips where his fingers had dug into your flesh and realize that you can feel a slight ache that hints at the whisper of a bruise below your skin, and the thought of Klaue marking you even faintly has the heat that he stokes so easily in you flaring up again.
And you think you know what I need? 
Yes, I think I fucking do, darling.
There’s something inside you that you can’t suppress, can’t reason with, when you’re around Klaue. A part of you that stirs and blinks its eyes in response to his presence, a part that has been sleeping fitfully while denying how desperately it wants to be woken up. 
In the past even when you had been with men who turned you on and could make you feel good you still instinctively held back, because in those moments when you started to feel comfortable and your desire for more drifted to the surface you could feel them start to pull away, suddenly uncertain of what to do with you. So instead you wrapped yourself up tight and tucked yourself away in the dim corners so that they wouldn’t have to think about you so much, just the parts of you that benefited them.
So you found satisfaction in other ways, and it never really bothered you that you spent most of your time alone in your search for the next precipice that would give you that rush. It was easy and uncomplicated, and you were content enough in the adventure of moving through the world on your own that you rarely noticed any lack. 
Then, unexpectedly, Ulysses Klaue had found an edge that you didn’t think was meant for you. He drew you towards it, coaxed your eyes open and encouraged you to peer over into the abyss while relishing the need that he was building in you, that seemed to bloom and swell to fill the crevices you thought were cemented over with disuse and resignation. You had tried to deny it as long as you could even when you became overwhelmed by how badly you ached for him, because then you wouldn’t have to admit that you needed anything (anyone) at all.
Shaking yourself free of your thoughts you try to keep your face neutral as you reach the busier common areas where you start to see others heading to and from their shifts or picking up something at the canteen.
When you reach the main passage connecting the workshops to crew quarters you suddenly hear your name, and even though you subconsciously know that it’s not his voice your heart still jumps with anticipation until you actually register that it’s just Tom walking towards you.
“Woah,” he puts out a calming hand. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 
“Yeah!” You say a little too loudly at first. “Yes, I’m fine really, I just..” Scrambling to come up with a reply, you decide to go with the simplest explanation. “It’s just been a long day, I had to do a job for Klaue this afternoon with no warning.” Fortunately Tom’s frown of concern quickly softens with understanding.
“Ah, yes that’ll do it. Did everything go okay?”
“Pretty uneventful, I guess? But I really wanted to get some other things done today so it wasn’t ideal timing. Didn’t really have much choice though, I guess,” you shrug, you think you’re doing a pretty good job of keeping it together, but when you absently lick your lips you realize with a jolt that you can still taste him there. The sound around you fades out as the memory of how Klaue’s cock felt against your tongue overwhelms you, and it takes all of your willpower to force your concentration back to what Tom is saying.
“-not really how this whole thing works, is it?” 
“Yeah, no, I suppose not,” you reply, shifting your bag and jacket from one arm to the other and trying to sound nonchalant. “Anyway, I’m really tired so I’m just going to head back to my quarters and try to decompress.”
“Of course. Get some rest,” he says as you start to walk away.
Thanks, but not much chance of that right now, friend.
“Thanks, I will. See you tomorrow!” you say in a rush with a wave over your shoulder.
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The number of people around you slows to a trickle until it’s just you again when you reach the main warren of apartments, but after making the last turn down your hallway you freeze when you see a figure waiting outside your door. 
Klaue is perhaps fifteen feet away from you with his back against the wall, arms crossed against his chest and a look of anticipation shading his features. He has the decency to look disheveled at least, shirt half tucked in and belt not properly fastened, but when his head swivels towards you at the sound of your gasp his eyes instantly fix on you like a predator sighting his prey.
“Klaue! How did you..?” you start but then trail off, trying to work out how he beat you here even with your brief stop to chat.
“Maintenance tunnels,” he replies simply, pushing himself away from the wall and turning to face you. “I told you I own this place, and I know every inch of it.” A flash of gold glints with the smug curl of his lips, and you’re reminded of how wet you still are as a fresh ache blooms through your core under the heat of his gaze.
“Ok,” you breathe. “And how do you know where my room is, specifically?” Trying to keep a relaxed expression on your face you start slowly walking towards him.
He tilts his head and you watch as his eyes flick down and back up the length of your body.
“You don’t think I’ve known since you got here?” The implication has your pulse racing and your steps falter briefly. 
Klaue may not be the one moving but even in his stillness you can’t shake the sensation that he’s stalking you. The hunched set of his shoulders and arms held stiff at his sides makes it seem as though he’s bracing for something and your chest tightens, the prey instinct to run tangling with anticipation as the distance between you quickly shrinks.
“And even if I didn't”, he continues, his voice dropping a dangerous octave, "Did you really think you could do something like that and I would just let you walk away?”
Your breath hitches in your throat as you finally come to a stop in front of him.
“I mean, it kind of seemed that way,” you manage to reply, once again shocked at how being near him entirely decimates your sense of self preservation.
“Well, you certainly tried, didn’t you?" Klaue growls and then suddenly he’s moving, his broad frame crowding you until your back thumps against the door causing you to drop your things. He doesn't actually touch you yet but he’s close enough that your breasts nearly brush his chest with every breath and the partially unfastened belt buckle brushes against your hip, metal jingling softly in the empty hallway. 
Looming over you Klaue once again seems to be waiting for something, so as badly as you want to touch him you decide to test the limits of your theory (his limits), determined to wait him out this time.
“So you followed me to what, give me a piece of your mind?” Your voice is defiant even as you throb at his proximity, hands clenched into fists at your sides.
“No. Not quite.” he says, teasingly.
“So then you’re just going to stand there and glare at me? Again?” Your intentions to keep calm are rapidly evaporating as frustration bubbles up through your words.
Klaue raises a questioning eyebrow at you.
"In my workroom. Why didn't you- ?” You’re not really sure how to work out how to say everything that you want to and his eyes searing into you makes it difficult to find any words at all, so you only manage to stammer, “You just..sat there.”
He gives you an infuriating smirk. 
"Well, I was enjoying the show,” he says, lowering his gaze at you. “And you were enjoying giving it to me, weren’t you?" You flush, surprised at how easily he could read you.
"So, I wanted to see what else you would do.” The look in Klaue’s eyes is dark and self-satisfied, his voice a rumble of thunder over a distant horizon. ”And you certainly didn’t disappoint me.”
So he had been waiting, had been patiently watching while you showed him the corners where you were weak, where he could tease you open.
“Yes, you certainly got what you wanted,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“I did,” Klaue acquiesces. “But not the way that you think.”
“And what do I think?”
“That I just wanted you to suck my cock.” He says, clearly enjoying the effect of his words when your tongue flicks out to lick your lips.
“You..didn’t want that?” Your eyebrow arches in mock confusion.
“Oh, I certainly did,” Klaue chuckles deep in his chest. “I’ve thought about how your mouth would feel around my cock since the first night I met you.” 
You feel a dark sting of pride at his admission, but you’re coming to the end of your patience.
“So then, what?” You implore.
Unexpectedly Klaue reaches a hand up to your face and you’re startled by how gentle his fingers are, barely ghosting along the line of your jaw.
“I got to give you something that you needed.” Klaue hums, a shiver rippling through your body as his thumb traces down the curve of your throat.
“Ah, of course,” you say, frustration prickling in your veins even as you fight to control your breathing. “Because you know what I need, right? Well, why don’t you tell me what that is since you seem to be so sure,” you challenge, voice laced with defiance.
“To stop holding back.” he says sharply. “To admit what you want. So be honest,” Klaue’s blue eyes seem to glint with a strange hidden light, like the inward flames of a secret obsession. “Why do you keep pushing me?"
"Because I want you to push me back!" This you punctuate by bracing your hands against his chest and shoving hard.
Klaue only stumbles back at all because you caught him off guard and in a flash he recovers, hands suddenly gripping your arms and pushing you against the door hard enough to knock the wind out of you and you gasp to catch your breath. His fingers dig into your flesh sending a deep twinge through your healed arm causing you to instinctively jerk your shoulder in a useless attempt to loosen his hold on you, yet the sound that you make isn’t one of pain, and when you meet his eyes you can see that he knows it.
You feel euphoric at the fact that he’s barely even trying to restrain you, that all of your strength means nothing against a fraction of the weight of him. You bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the giddy smile that’s threatening to surface, thighs pressing together as the ache between them becomes unbearable
“Don’t bite your lip, darling. Keep going,” Klaue demands.
“I want you to fuck me," you say in a rush, yours words low and desperate as you finally give voice to the thoughts that have been haunting you for weeks. “And I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to make me take every inch of your cock. I want it so badly it makes me feel insane and, god, I can’t stop thinking about you and I just want you to make me forget how to think.”
Dark satisfaction colors Klaue’s eyes and when you’ve finished he leans in close, so that the tip of his nose brushes the crest of your ear.
“Very good,” he purrs. “You used your words so well.” His voice is barely above a whisper but you’re certain that you can hear a tremble in his words. “So, you want me to make you come on my cock, is that right?” 
All that comes out of your mouth is a tortured whimper as the dark timber of his voice makes your cunt clench.
“That’s not an answer,” he taunts.
“Yes,” you pant. “Please.” His fingers tighten around your arms at that. 
“Good”, he sounds pleased as he pulls back to look you in the eyes again. “But first, you’re going to come on my fingers,” he says matter-of-factly, your eyelids fluttering at his words. “Then, I’m going to feel you come under my tongue.” 
"What? N-no, I don’t-'' Feeling dazed you start to stammer a protest that that’s not something that happens for you, but then one of Klaue’s hands is gripping your jaw and the sudden pressure of his fingers cuts your words off with a startled cry.
“Oh darling, it’s sweet that you think you aren’t going to come as many times as I want you to."  Klaue leans down so that he’s right in your face, the lilt of his words swirling directly to your center. “Because once I have you a dripping mess for me, I’m going to fuck you to within an inch of your life.”
Finally Klaue presses his mouth roughly against yours, swallowing your moan as you clench at his promise. The hand on your jaw moves to grasp the back of your neck, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you against him and you arch in response, wanting to find as much contact as possible. Your arms move to hold onto his shoulders and you thrill at the firm curve of the muscles that move and flex under your fingers as he grabs you.
The string of tension in your body has finally snapped and with relief you willingly supplicate yourself, opening your mouth to allow him entrance as the kiss quickly consumes you, all tongues and teeth and desperate greedy flames seeking ever more oxygen, wanting nothing more than to burn.
You fumble to pull the keycard out of your pocket, managing to break away from his lips long enough to pant, “Door.” He grabs your wrist and holds the hand gripping the key up to the sensor, and you’re relieved when you hear the distinct beep as the lock releases. Klaue releases you, allowing you to grab your things from where you had dropped them before unceremoniously pushing you inside and slamming the door shut behind you.
A single lamp illuminates your small apartment and once inside you blindly toss everything into a corner, barely hitting the floor before you feel Klaue’s arm encircling your waist and he’s hauling you back, lifting you with one arm as though you weigh nothing and then he’s pushing you against the door again, trapping you with his body.
“So, I take it you like that idea?” he teases, strong hands sliding down your waist to roughly massage your hips and ass.
“Yes,” you rut against him to punctuate your reply, hands moving down from his shoulders to find the buttons of his shirt, reveling in the feeling of his chest hair under your fingers as you work one free.
A hand moves to your face to guide your mouth back to his but he’s more controlled now, dragging his lips across yours, igniting every nerve, and you give in to him with no hesitation. He coaxes your mouth open further with his tongue, your own need welcoming his demand for more, making pleased sounds as he licks deeper into your mouth, alternating teasing and devouring until you’re breathless.
Both of Klaue’s hands move to your waist before sliding slowly higher until they’re skimming along the sides of your breasts, thumbs coming achingly close to your nipples. Klaue rasps a deep chuckle when you gasp and arch your back trying to press yourself more firmly against his palms, but they’re already moving back down to your hips and you thought that you had ached for him before. 
“I need you,” you pant against his mouth. “Need you to fuck me so bad.” Your fingers are trembling as you fumble to release another button.
“Hmmm,” Klaue’s hands brush across the front of your hips and he smirks when the muscles of your stomach tense, and then he's dipping his thumbs just beneath your waistband. “I will, darling, but here’s the thing,” he sighs, almost sounding resigned, as though there was nothing he could do about it. “I said I was going to make you come, but I didn’t say I was going to do it quickly, did I?” 
You can only whimper, becoming more fervid with every word. “I promised you two orgasms before I fuck you, and you did me a favor by sucking my cock earlier because now I can take my time with you.” His voice is dark and rough as granite.
“Please,” the word is steeped in desperation. “I need you now.“ Giving up on the buttons you tighten your fists around the fabric of his shirt. 
“Not good enough, I'm afraid,” he taunts, and you try to swallow the tears that are starting to prick at your eyes. “Just because I enjoy seeing you greedy doesn't mean there aren't going to be consequences to your actions. But that's what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You moan as another surge of dampness floods your core and you start to lift a leg to wrap around his hip, trying to open yourself up so that you can grind your center against him for some relief, but his hand stops you.
“Stay still,” he commands sharply, pushing your leg back down, forcing you to keep both together and waiting until he’s satisfied that you’re going to listen. 
Then, keeping one hand on your hip Klaue moves the other under your shirt, the leather cuffs on his wrist catching on the fabric before sliding his palm up and over your breast and you gasp when he finds your nipple, brushing a thumb over the hard nub through the thin lace of your bra. Klaue continues this for several moments, before moving to your other breast for the same treatment until you’re glassy-eyed and writhing, your need growing unbearable and made even worse by the fact that you can feel the thick ridge of his cock once again stiffening against your abdomen. Suddenly he rolls and pinches the sensitive peak between his thumb and forefinger causing your entire body to tense with a startled cry as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing.
Dropping his head Klaue dips his tongue into the hollow of your shoulder between your carotid and clavicle, the wet drag of his tongue across your skin contrasting with the scrape of his beard and the teasing pinch his fingers all adding to the way he's already overstimulating you. 
Pulling back slightly he fits his other hand between your bodies so that it can make its way beneath the waistband of your pants, your own hands moving to try to push them down somewhat to give him more room.
With a gasp you buck into his touch as his hand slides over your sex and down between your legs, and when he feels how you’ve soaked through the fabric there he groans, the hand on your breast faltering in its ministrations.
“Christ, I could bend you over and let you have my cock right now and you’d take me perfectly, so fucking wet already.”
You can’t form meaningful words, can only let out a thick “Yes” as you try to press your mound more firmly against his hand.
“Of course, you know that’s not going to happen,” he teases.
“God, you’re such an-”
Your words are cut off when Klaue’s hand suddenly pushes under the edge of your underwear and then his middle finger is sliding along your cleft, just barely parting you but you’re so wet that even with the slight pressure he can feel your arousal. Continuing a teasing slide along your slick sex one of his booted feet nudges yours apart, widening your stance just enough so that when his finger slides down again he can reach your soaked entrance and you tilt your hips, trying to encourage him to sink his finger inside of you.
“Been like this since you sucked my cock?” Klaue grits out.
"More like since this afternoon", you admit with a wry laugh that turns to a stuttered gasp at the stretch when he finally dips his finger into your slick heat.
“When I reminded you that you need to do what you're told?" 
You can only whimper in response when his palm finally presses against your aching clit and he curls his finger deeper inside of you, and the relief from the stretch of even one of his fingers has your hips quickly finding a satisfying rhythm of their own accord, but just as you start to feel the edges of your climax gathering deep in your belly he suddenly pulls his hand away. 
“I said stay still,” Klaue growls.
Crying out at the loss you grab frantically at his wrist as your hips continue to move, desperately seeking the friction again but he’s stronger, and while he lets you scrabble at him he easily keeps his hand just out of reach of where you need it. 
His other hand reaches up to slide into your hair and you gasp when he tightens his fingers around the strands, dark mirth shining in his eyes as he watches you panting and trembling. It takes all of your willpower but once your conscious mind understands that struggling is going to get you no closer to him touching your cunt again, you manage to regain some control.
“Shhh, ” Klaue murmurs. ‘That’s a good girl.” 
With that he returns his hand to your sex, sliding two fingers through your cleft to spread you open but keeping them on either side of your clit, stroking and slipping against your folds but not getting close enough, dragging his fingers around the sensitive nub, and every time you start to move your hips he stops and waits for you to be still before continuing. It doesn’t take much of this before you’re shaking again and so on edge that it takes a moment to register what he says next.
“So, are you going to do what you’re told now and come for me?”
Your eyes fly open and you're furious when you meet his gaze because he’s taunting you. You had already been so close before, and now he’s deliberately keeping the pressure of his fingers light and indirect.
“I want to,” your voice is thick with barely restrained tears. “But it’s not enough.”  
“Hmm, and you don’t think that I wanted to come in your mouth?” Klaue growls.
“Fuck,” you let out a frustrated sob
"Try again,” he says, a finger sliding down to gather more of your slick before drawing back up to circle just around where you need him to touch, and if you could form thoughts right now one of them might be that this must be what going mad actually feels like.
"Yes,” you pant. "I should have let you. God, I wanted to swallow your come." Your words are desperate and true and they seem to please him because his fingers finally press down on your aching clit and you moan, still trying to move as little as possible as he continues to swipe over the sensitive bud, the deep pressure in your core finally starting to reach a crest.
"I'm so close,” you whimper.
“Then what do you say?” Klaue growls, 
Your mind is spinning but the words still form, barely more than a whisper when they slip from your throat, "I'm sorry.” 
His hand tightens in your hair, the sting in your scalp mixing with the edge of your climax. 
“What was that, darling?” 
“Please don’t stop, oh god I’m sorry- !" Your body goes stiff and you gasp, hanging breathless for an endless moment and then you're gone, crying out as your orgasm finally crashes through you. In freefall you cling to him, fingers of one hand twisted in the fabric of his shirt, the other still on his wrist where you can feel the muscles of his forearm flexing under your fingers as he continues to rub rough circles on your clit, only dimly aware of his whispered praises, "Yes, just like that klein mot."
You moan in breathless relief as waves of pleasure overwhelm you and you're no longer able to help it as your hips roll and jerk against his hand until the intensity of each wave starts to wane, and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You’re so slick now that even though you’re not prepared for it there’s almost no resistance when Klaue suddenly thrusts two fingers inside you, both of you groaning as you clench around them and ride out the last of your climax on his fingers.
“Christ, you came so well, darling.” Klaue murmurs, softening his grip on your hair, and as the euphoria starts to ebb you become aware that he’s watching you intently, his soaked fingers still inside your fluttering cunt.
Only when your body finally goes limp does he withdraw his hand now shining with your juices, and then bringing it up to his mouth you watch mesmerized as starts to clean you off of his fingers. You moan at the sight and when he sees that you’re watching he instead presses two fingers against your lips which you part without question, making a pleased sound when you start to suck them.
“Don’t you taste good, darling?” He drags his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, making sure that you taste yourself. “So nice, cleaning me up like this,” he says, but his teasing smile goes dark when you slide your lips all the way to the base of his fingers so that they touch the back of your throat, your eyes staying fixed on his.
Something shifts in his gaze and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your mouth which you release with a soft pop, and then moving both arms around your waist to support your still shaky legs he guides you across the small room to stand at the foot of your bed. 
A hand reaches up to cup your cheek and you look up at him with a pleased expression but it’s short-lived when his grip suddenly tightens and you gasp in surprise but he holds you there, not allowing you to look away.
"It’s still my turn, and I'm nowhere near done with you yet.” Klaue’s smile is feral as he releases you and steps back, leaving you cold and swaying on unsteady legs as he starts to unbuckle his belt.
"Now, take your clothes off for me," he commands, and even though you had just come his words reignite the embers of your arousal to a low burning flame.
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Thank you again! I make no promises about the timeline of Chapter 5 (because clearly I have no idea about these things 😂) but it's definitely in progress, I promise! ❤️
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nerdie-faerie · 7 months ago
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This has got to be the worst move out yet
#packing perils#student living#Uni shenanigans#ace is a mess#oh my god. okay so we start on Tuesday ive been gradually moving my stuff over to my friends house#cus were moving in together in September and shes staying in her place over the summer so well have everything in one place to move in#so take some stuff over to hers on tuesday before her shift then we walk to work together i collect her keys and say bye#go back to mine pack up some more stuff warned her i planned on doing 2 trips while she was working so start figuring out whats going#end up with two tote bags a crate a box and a large bag of boxes decide ill take the heavier tote bag and the box on the first trip#as i cant really carry much else with the box due to its awkward size even though its not particularly heavy and cut through the park to#shave off some time feel pretty good when i get there it wasnt unbareable esp after Saturday when carrying 4 heavy shopping bags ended up#covering me in bruises and scratches and messing my back shoulder and neck up so i feel like underestimated myself on this trip and like i#can take everything on the next trip well its already late in the day cus my mate does evening shift so by time i get back its half 9 so i#decide to cut through the park again to save time but the large shopping bag with my saucepans casserole dish etc is difficult to carry due#to how bulky it is and the crate tho it has handles is also unwieldy so my arms are being bruised and scratched up i cant waste time carryin#everything back home just to put one thing down at this point but im considering putting the biggest bag down in some overgrown plants in#the park speeding to my mates and coming back for it its a stupid and risky idea but its getting dark the sun is almost completely set and#no matter how often i rest i just cant manage it and my damn brain starts worrying about being murdered so i ditch the bag and i can move#much quicker now so rush to my mates and rush back reassure her as im leaving hers that i am bringin her keys back its just after 11 at this#point cus its over 35 minutes to get to hers i get back to the park in just over 20 my bag is still there! and i dont get attacked get my#stuff to her room then hustle to get to her job before she finishes at 12 get there a few minutes to spare shes not ready to go yet anyway#she tells me shes not comfortable with me walking back in the dark i should stay at hers i cant ive got an assignment so she says shes#walking me to mine then going to her boyfriends 5 mins down the road get back to mine shower have dinner and crank out my Wednesday 4pm#assignment by 7am go to bed get about 2 hours sleep before tge fire alarm is tested and then ive got to be up for a meeting with our new#landlord anyway and ofc its raining come back from our meeting grab food and start packing up some more sht get buses over to hers this time#together come back pack some more hope the rain dies down a bit but it doesnt look like its stopping and i somehow fcked my foot carrying#stuff earlier so she texts a coworker asking if they can pick us up they agree so organise a few more things but then a puddle causes their#car to break down the next bus is in over half hour so mate decides shes gonna run to her boyfriends to charge her phone while we wait for#the next bus to be due while shes gone i finish sorting things she then calls asks me to book a taxi cus the rain has only gotten worse when#taxi arrives realise that student accom is basically flooded deciding what to do while at hers cus the weather is unbareable she goes to get
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azahar · 2 years ago
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sunday song - bringin' home the rain
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laughroditee · 7 months ago
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You're Coming With Me | A COD fanfic
Simon had been on his way to meet up with the rest of the task force when he heard a tiny mewling off to the left near the woods.  Scanning the tall grass, he paused mid-stroll, his dark eyes falling upon a tiny orange kitten emerging from the underbrush.
“Meow!”
“Where’s your mum?” Simon asked, keeping his eyes and ears open for any signs of other kittens or a mother cat. Unfortunately, there were none.  This cat was probably around three to four weeks old; it was not going to survive on its own.  Bloody hell, he thought, squatting down to seem less threatening, holding out a hand, palm down. 
The kitten slowly approached him, noisily chirping and mewling. With its hackles raised, the kitten’s back slowly arched in a ferocious display, snaking sideways toward him in an effort to scare him away. 
Simon barked out a laugh. “Spitfire, huh?  Come on then, do your worst.”
An airy hiss and a swat were the kitten’s best efforts.
Beneath his balaclava, Simon smiled.  A few raindrops falling from the sky decided for him.  “Can’t stay out here, love.  You’re coming with me.” He looked down at himself.  Where the fuck was he going to put a kitten?  The kangaroo pocket on his hoodie might scare the poor thing, and it’s not like it would fit into his pants pocket.  Pulling his arms in through the sleeves, he turned his sweatshirt around to put the hood in front.  As gently as he could, he picked the orange tabby up, his large hand swallowing it whole, its tiny legs poking out from between his fingers.
He was met with Hell’s fury and a stern letter to the manager as he nestled the tiny thing into the soft basket of his hood.
“Easy, love.  You’re alright.  Let’s get you home.”
Simon cradled the kitten in his hood the rest of the way, his feet striding faster as the rain got heavier.
The pub wasn’t too busy this time of day, so it was easy to spot his teammates.
Price was the first to greet him.  A simple head nod and glass lift always did the job while a chorus of “Ghost!” and “L.T.!” rang out simultaneously from Gaz and Soap.
“Yer late, L.T.”
“Sorry, Johnny, I was bringin’ a friend.”  He carefully moved his hand away from the hood, and the kitten’s head popped out of it to much “oooing” and “aaahing.”
“And who is this?” Price, ever the gentleman, asked for introductions right away.
“I’m callin’ her ‘Honey*,’” Simon said as the kitten in question climbed onto his shoulder, meowing insistently at him.
“Aww, Ghost, that’s a sweet name–” said Gaz.
"Named her after my gun."
There was a pause and the sound of resigned acceptance.  "Of course you did."
“How do you know it's a girl?" Soap asked, examining Honey and trying to pet her.
"She ain't got balls."  Simon picked Honey up and turned her butt to Soap’s face.
Gaz sniggered into his drink while Price just smiled in his amused fatherly way. "Good work, Simon.  Good work."
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Author's note: *Honey, as in the Honey Badger gun, or the Chimera as it’s renamed in the Modern Warfare II and III games.
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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year ago
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I'm a welder working for a black market arms dealer in Romania (and screwing said boss).
you are personally and directly hit by a bus¹ and isekai-ed, via resurrection, into the body of the main character your most recent WIP
reblog and tell me: on a scale of 1–10, how screwed are you right now?
¹ this is, transparently, a plot device, so if you are about to tell me "joke's on you, I never leave my fifteenth floor apartment!" then you may rest assured it will have tremendous comedic value when the bus is launched into the sky and crashes through your apartment wall to flatten you anyway
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hi!! first off – just wanted to compliment your performance as faulkner!! the way you voice him is part of what initially drew me into the series, and i absolutely looove the way you portray faulkner's downward spiral through his tone... your voice was so haunting and enhanced the nuances of his character so well!! what really caught my eye (ear?) from the getgo was that switch from faulkner's chipper outward voice in ep1 to his sly inner monologue in ep2... chef's kiss!!
in short... faulkner's my absolute favorite and tysm for voicing him!!! just know that i was praising and cursing you in equal measure during the finale. I Am Never Emotionally Recovering.
...and also, as a southerner, hearing a va / character who talks in a similar manner to how i + my family talk is hugely satisfying!! thank you :-)
and second – would you mind explaining your song choices for your faulkner playlist? it'd be interesting to hear your particular thoughts!
hi!! thank you so much!! 💕 that switch from episode 1 to episode 2 is some masterful writing by jon, and figuring out how to nail it performance-wise was so integral to figuring out how to play faulkner as a whole!
also, i'm so glad this resonated with a fellow southerner!!!
as for the playlist, i can totally explain some of the song choices! i initially crafted it for myself as a mood playlist, and it ended up following his character arc as i made it, because it was made as the show was being released! like, bringin' home the rain is before the first episode, and muddy waters is the last episode! it's all vibe-based, ngl
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lousypotatoes · 3 months ago
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I've Got A Smile On My Face
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Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12
Song Recommendation:
Always - Irving Berlin
Warning! This chapter contains depictions of panic attacks, and graphic violence! If this triggers you or makes you uncomfy in any way shape or form, please read with caution.
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90 years ago...
It had been six months since Alastor kissed Y/N on her front porch. As expected, the two of them were now an item.
During the span of those six months, everything was absolutely perfect. The flower shop was thriving, Alastor's radio show was more popular than ever, Jasper didn't come by the shop since their interaction, and most importantly, Alastor and Y/N were so very much in love, Y/N felt that she fell more in love with him every time she saw him.
The only thing she didn't like about their relationship was the big secret she had to keep from him.
There were times that she oh so badly wanted to tell Alastor that her real job was killing people, and that running the flower shop was a cover up, but she was terrified that he was going to be disgusted with her, and leave her.
And Y/N didn't know what she would do if Alastor left.
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It was mid afternoon, almost noon. The weather outside was very rainy and very stormy. Y/N was arranging the shelves, making sure the flower buds were facing the front.
It always annoyed her when customers would look at flowers and not put them back the correct way.
When she was done, she walked to the register and counted the money.
She sighed. Business was very slow that day, obviously because of the rain. She had almost considered closing the shop up early and going home, but felt it was better to just stay, just in case any customers came in after the rain cleared up.
Sitting down the chair behind the counter, Y/N put her head in her hands, bored as ever.
Hopefully Alastor would come and visit her. He always did, but Y/N thought he might not today obviously because of the stormy weather.
To her surprise and delight, she heard the bell ring, signaling that there was a customer.
"Hello can I help yo-Alastor!"
"Hello, my love," Alastor said, swooping down to catch Y/N in a kiss.
Y/N would never get tired of kissing Alastor, no matter how many time she did kiss him. It was like magic every time.
"How has your day been?" Alastor asked as he pulled away.
"Very slow, but much better now that you're here," Y/N smiled. "How was yours?"
"As slow as molasses," Alastor sighed. "I had to cancel all my broadcasts today because of this damn weather."
"Oh, that's a shame," she said. "It seems like this weather is bringin' everybody down."
"You can say that again," he said. "You thinking of heading home early?"
"I was thinkin' 'bout it," she replied. "I think I'll stick around for a few more hours."
"Well, if you're not busy tonight," Alastor said, grabbing onto her hips. "How about dinner at my place?"
"Depends," Y/N said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are you gonna be the one cookin'?"
"Of course," he chuckled.
"Then I'll have to take a rain check on that," she giggled. "Dinner sounds nice, what time should I swing by?"
"I prefer around six," Alastor answered..
"Six it is," Y/N said. "You gonna head back home?"
"I suppose so, yes. I gotta tidy up a bit."
"All that for me?"
"Only the best for you, my dear," Alastor said, sincere. "I'll catch you later tonight."
"Aw, alright," Y/N pouted. "If I ain't there by at least seven, you better come and get me and drag me back to your place."
"Alright, I will, I promise," he laughed before leaning down and placing his lips on Y/N's.
The kiss was sweet and loving, as it always was. The way their lips perfectly molded against each other, like they were made for each other, made Y/N's heart feel like it was about to burst.
The only reason they broke apart was so they could breath air.
If Y/N could, she would make Alastor her air.
"Goodbye, Al," she smiled up at him. "I love you."
"I love you most," he said, before letting go of her.
He gave her one more smile before walking out of the shop, the bell ringing, signaling his leave.
Y/N walked back behind the counter, a dreamy smile on her face.
"I'm going to marry that man someday," she dreamily said to herself.
Even though it was rainy and story outside, nothing could ruin this perfect day.
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It was 5:45 in the evening. Y/N was counting the money in the register for the twelfth time that day.
Besides Alastor, only three other people came in the shop that day.
Screw the rainy weather. No one even likes rain that much anyway.
Looking up at the clock, Y/N decided that she was going to stop working, and head over to Alastor's
Going into the back room, she put the money into a safe under a fake floorboard, checked her nightly schedule for that week (thankfully she only had to kill two people that week), and grabbed her umbrella and her raincoat, preparing to go into the cold rainy weather.
Walking out of the back room, she was stopped dead in her tracks, a look of fear and despair on her face.
"J-Jasper," she choked. "What are you doin' here?"
The two of them hadn't interacted since the incident in the flower shop six months ago. Y/N had hoped that Jasper had taken the hint and decided to leave her alone.
But this was Jasper we're talking about, and things never were easy with him, no matter how big or small the situation was.
"Just came to say hi," he said, a sadistic and gleeful smile on his face. He was holding something behind his back, but Y/N didn't know what.
"It's been a while since we've seen each other, thought we could catch up a bit."
He started to walk closer to Y/N, she started to back up.
"So now you're with that mama's boy, Alastor Altruist, huh?" he said, still grinning. "Didn't think you would be into a weirdo like that, but oh well."
Y/N didn't say anything, too frozen in fear to say a single word.
Jasper then revealed what was behind his back. It was a long, thin, razor sharp blade, the kind that Y/N would use when she didn't feel like using any of her guns.
If you wanted to kill someone real quick, you would use a blade like the one Jasper had.
Y/N's eyes widened in fear and terror.
She had a small pistol in her office, but there was no way she was going to be able to get it without putting up a fight.
"Y'know darling," he drawled, creeping very slowly towards her. "I didn't quite like the things you said to me the last time we talked.
Y/N gulped, slowly inching herself towards a shelf holding a dozen flower vases.
Jasper didn't notice. "Not gonna say anything, huh?" he asked, eyes glinting sinisterly.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna spill your fuckin' guts out."
Jasper lunged at Y/N, ready to strike.
Quickly, Y/N grabbed one of the vases on the shelf, and smashed it over Jasper's head, glass shards and flowers going everywhere all over the floor.
"You bitch!" Jasper snarled. He stopped in his tracks for a moment, clutching his bleeding head.
Y/N took this opportunity to try and run out of the front door.
She decided that it was stupid if she locked herself in her back room. If she ran out the front door, she could just run to the nearest public place and get help.
She was just a few feet from the door, when Jasper grabbed onto her wrist, twisting it hard.
Y/N turned around and was getting ready to punch him in the jaw, but that was replaced with a cry of pain and anguish.
Jasper had stabbed Y/N in the stomach, just above where her belly button was.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and fear, crying out again when Jasper stabbed her a second time.
"How does that feel?" he whispered. "Doesn't feel too good does it?"
"F-" Y/N stuttered. "Fuck you!"
With a snarl, Jasper stabbed her in the shoulder.
Blood was oozing out of all three of her stab wounds, staining both her and Jasper's clothes, and staining the white marble tile.
Jasper dragged her away, propping her in a siting position behind the counter.
"No one's gonna find you right here," he smirked. "Besides, you'll die in at least thirty minutes anyway."
Y/N knew that wasn't right, but didn't say anything, scared out of her mind.
What was she going to do?
She wasn't ready to die.
She didn't want to die.
What would happen to her shop?
What would happen to precious dog, Honey?
What would happen to Alastor?
As one last 'fuck you', Jasper bent down, kissed Y/N's sweaty forehead, and walked out the front door, the bell chiming.
As soon as he left, Y/N tried to get off the ground. She tried at least five times. But each time she tried, she failed, she fell back onto the ground with a painful wail.
After the fifth time, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen when someone found her body.
Maybe this was karma for all the people she had killed over the fifteen years she had been an assassin, she thought.
As Y/N thought about it more, she actually didn't feel like she was going to die. Yes, it was painful, but it just felt like she hadn't had any sleep in a really long time.
And she really wanted to sleep.
She looked up at the clock. It was 5:58.
She laughed dryly. If only she had left a little bit earlier, even if it was just a minute, she wouldn't of been on the floor bleeding out.
With one last sigh coming out of her mouth, she closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness, and passed out thinking about Alastor and her dog.
In no way she was ready to die, or wanted to, but she accepted that there was nothing she could do, and that this was karma.
She deserved to die, she thought
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CLIFFHANGER
i wont be uploading any time this weekend or next weekend because i'll be in disneyland
i'm so excited
stay safe and drink lots of water <33
xoxo, Izzy
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citrus-moonlight · 9 months ago
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Ok, a quick little update on "Salvation is a Deep Dark Well": I've decided to split up the next chapter into two, so this part of "Bringin' Home the Rain" will now be six chapters!
I'm just about at my current goal that I wanted to reach which was to have this draft fully written/on the page by the end of March, but it's already approaching 13K and I'm only just getting to the real editing and I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. SO, I was lying in bed the other night dwelling on it and realized that the solution was not to get stressed out by a large and growing wordcount while trying to reach my next goal (which is to publish chapter two in April), but was instead to split things up.
There's already a clear place where it makes sense to separate things and now it feels much more manageable, with the added bonus that everything is pretty much ready to go for editing so chapters two and three shouldn't be too far apart! Relatively speaking, lol.
I'm going to to do my best to get chapter two finished next month, but either way, now I can take some time to focus on the this next bit, which, I'll be honest, I am..rather excited about. 😏
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citrus-moonlight · 1 year ago
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These tags are a perfect addition.
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a lot of people who shit on x reader could never write it even if they tried because it's genuinely very complex to write well narratively in a way i dont think shipfic with two pre-determined characters is not
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tarrensbookmarks · 9 months ago
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Marvel
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➼ Ulysses Klaue ‣Bringin' Home The Rain by the-eyes-of-andyserkis Ulysses Klaue x FReader [Part One] {Part Two] ‣Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by the-eyes-of-andyserkis Ulysses Klaue x F!Flight Attendant!Reader ‣Kitten's Got Klaue(s) by eupheme Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader ‣Fold Into Me by eupheme Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader
➼ Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier ‣Petrichor by thornsnvultures Bucky Barnes x Plus size!F!Reader
➼ Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 ‣Miguel x Short!Reader by sunflowersteves ‣You're The Sunflower by fxllfaiiry Grumpy!Miguel x Sunshine!F!Reader ‣Honey-Sweet by fettuccin-e Miguel x F!Reader ‣More Than Enough by moonlight-prose Miguel x F!Reader
➼ Moon Knight ‣The Shades of the Moon by missdictatorme Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣To Be Loved by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Subtle Things by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Love in a Single Breath by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader ‣Echoes of You by moonlight-prose Steven Grant x F!Reader + phone sex
➼ James Logan Howlett/Wolverine ‣Fisting with Wolverine by missredherring Logan x F!Reader ‣All Day Long by ozarkthedog Logan x F!Reader + object insertion ‣Intoxicating and Intimate by ozarkthedog Logan x F!Reader
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dividers by saradika-graphics
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stargirlfics · 9 months ago
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are you still a fan of ulysses klaue? my pussy yearns, yet the content tumblr-wide is so dry 🥲 I may spam you with ideas if you're interested!
Oh absolutely!! I have a few new blurbs for him posted here at the bottom 😈 I definitely plan on writing more for him and I am always interested in ideas yes yes yes!! Send them my way I’d love to hear them!
And if you’re looking for more Klaue content I musttt make a few honorable mentions of some fellow writers who have written for him that I’m utterly obsessed with!
@citrus-moonlight’s Bringin’ Home The Rain series + her other Klaue blurbs and fics!
@viceofdionysus’s Ante Up
@eupheme’s Kitten’s Got Klaue(s)
@tarrenterror25’s I Always Find My Way Back To You series + other blurbs/headcanons!!!
And another mention on ao3 this time squidlywiddly87’s Here Comes Santa Klaue holiday fic
Every single one slaps and has made me yearn for this man harder and harder (kinda like how I’m trying to have him—dick harder than stone lolol) there’s just something about him and the need is ✨CARNAL✨
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lcngdays-arc · 8 months ago
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now playing: bringin' home the rain - the builders and the butchers starter for: @miidnighters
"i'm pretty sure i'll drown some day." They're rambling, but they can't help themself. They don't even know why. They've been sitting next to this woman on the bus for nearly twenty minutes, and somehow Kennedy had muddied the waters by rambling. Which was fairly typical for them. "like, there will be no one there to tell me about the depth of the water, or the trouble that i'm in."
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the-eyes-of-andyserkis · 1 year ago
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Thank you, Tarren! Chapter 5 was a beast and felt like quite an accomplishment, so I appreciate being included in your list! 🥰
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Batman Alfred Pennyworth - In Bloom by @eupheme - The Gentleman Chapter 5: Éclosion by @stargirlfics
Marvel Ulysses Klaue - Bringin' Home The Rain Chapter 5: Foundations by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis
The Last of Us Joel Miller - Shadows by @ozarkthedog - Gimme What I Want: A Fic in Texts by @atticrissfinch
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June was a super busy month. I've got plenty of fics saved to read, just haven't gotten to reading them, but catching up now!
A couple of these are continued series and Gimme What I Want is not a traditional fic as it's told through text messages and y'all I am OBSESSED with it. I admit, I almost passed it by, but gave it a shot and I couldn't stop thinking about it for like a week! It's so good!
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doyourememberrocknrollradio · 4 months ago
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chiropteracupola · 2 years ago
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tagged by @graveyardrabbit to share five songs I've been listening to repeatedly! thank you - here they are!
unfinished business - mumford & sons (this is a cover, but I've found I enjoy it much more than the original. I really do feel like the story of a ghost returning to the lover that killed them does call for some Strong Banjo.)
updraft - hawktail (twangle twangle twangle String Instruments! it's a good song for a rising late spring.)
bringin' home the rain - the builders and the butchers (my dad recommended me this one. night-journeying kind of music, although I don't do much of that these days.)
hundred days - the bengsons (music to wake up to. music to wash dishes to. music to randomly spin around in circles to while walking outside.)
lonely boy - the black keys (a rare Nostalgia Favorite that's exactly as good as it was when I first heard it!)
and I shall tag... @anotherscrappile, @dxppercxdxver, @sailorpants, @natdrinkstea, @cadmusfly, and anyone else who feels like sharing.
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