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My Crazy Wife and Kids

Rio x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: bad parenting (not outrageous, they just don't know what their really doing), reader had a hard childhood, light child endangerment, arguing between reader and basically everyone, angst with a fluffy ending, the reader is Caribbean because I really understand the struggle of trying to understand Caribbean parents, mentions and allusions of smut, mentions of cancer, reader works as a pimp under Rio

Guess what's harder, raising three girls vs running a drug empire? Rio and his wife are the proud parents to three girls and struggle to raise them and change the way they were both raised

Please let me know if you enjoy, likes and reblogs are appreciated! Also I'm taking request for Rio and every character I write for, I wanna write more stuff for my baby daddy! <3

This is a long one lol

Important info: The oldest daughter is nine, the twins are seven

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The car was silent. The twins sat beside their oldest sister, Valentina. Amancia and Alvita squirmed in their seats while Valentina stole glances at the front of the car. Her father, Rio, kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel and his eyes glued forward as he drove them home from church.

Their mother had their iPads sitting in her purse. She'd taken them as punishment the moment they got back in the car. It felt like riding to your doom, sitting in the car with two angry parents like hers.

The sun beaming outside did nothing to ease her nerves, and the thought of winding down the window and risking sending her mother into a lecture was not one she was willing to act on.

Don't get it twisted; the girls were by no means treated awfully by their parents. But when you have an old-world Caribbean mother who still 100% believed in spankings, there's no telling what you're in for after a day of acting up.

The more familiar the streets got, the more anxious she got. Sure, she was supposed to just go to the bathroom and take the twins with her. But how could she resist taking a little walk outside? And how could she resist going to the corner store?

When they got back with bunches of (stolen) candy and got caught by a deaconess, Amancia decided that was the best time to bust out that swear word she heard their mom call some lady on the phone.

Amancia called her a cunt, and Valentina could feel her ass start to throb from the spanking they were about to get. Alvita bit the deaconess the moment she tried to grab the three of them.

It was over then.

They were sitting in the driveway now, and Valentina realized that Alvita had snot running down her nose and her hair that their mom perfectly styled that morning, and Amancia was staring off into space as if she accepted her fate.

Her mother cleared her throat as daddy turned off the car. He let out a weary sigh and ran a ringed hand over his face. Her mom cleared her throat and turned back to look at them.

"Go take a shower. Valentina, you first."

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"Why on God's green Earth did she call that woman a cunt? I don't know," his wife sighed as she wrapped the scarf around her hair.

"Because she heard you call that lady a cunt on the phone last month. I knew something was up; I saw her little ass twitching to use the word," Rio chuckled, opening the sheets for her to come into his arms.

"You think this is funny? I had to be the bad guy again," she asked as she crawled into his arms. The silk of their red sheets covered her, and the TV played Empire in the background. Rio reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. The large room was dark now and was only illuminated by the glow of Cookie Lyon beating her son with a broom.

"It's funny because that woman is a cunt. You know it, I know it, and Vita just said what we were thinking," he yelped, the pinch getting him hard.

"Yes, Sister Jefferson is a cunt. Our kids will respect authoritative figures." She was getting upset now. She shifted away from him slightly, and Rio didn't miss it. Rio wasn't sure what to say next, so he figured it was best to just agree.

"You're right."

"So why don't you act like it?" Silence.

"What do you want from me?" He asked after a moment.

"I want you to stop leaving me to punish our kids all alone. I know I pushed them from my pussy myself, but I didn't put them there alone. You just stood there like a fucking idiot while I dealt with them, and I'm sick of being the bad guy." During their confrontation with their three daughters and forcing them to call Sister Jefferson to apologize, Rio more or less stood there. In the past, she did ask him to not just be the fun parent, but sometimes it still slipped his mind.

"So you're mad I didn't yell at them? You're mad at me because I didn't chase them down with a stick or make them write out sentences 100 times? Don't piss me off." It wasn't that serious, was it? An annoyed huff was his answer.

"Yeah. The girls adore you, and I'm just the bitch who takes their shit and sends them to bed. Then you have the fucking audacity to say it was my fault she called that woman a cunt. What about you? You remember teaching our kids Spanish, yeah? So when you're going on and on swearing in a way that would kill your mother, you think they don't understand you. Come off it, you prick." She rolled even further from him now. He had a feeling she was pissed off earlier at dinner after she called the girls down and even after she tucked them all in.

"You wanna call me a prick louder, ma? Maybe Amancia will hear you and use that one next Sunday." It was a mistake, and he wanted to suck the words back into his throat. It was an intrusive thought that he didn't have time to stop from slipping out.

He could hear the craziness turning in her brain. He didn't just marry her for no reason; he married her because she could hold him down. And to hold Rio down, you have to be a bit crazy in your own right.

He was on the ground with a thud, and the TV was off.

"Did you just fucking push me?!"

She was silent now, the way he had been during the confrontation earlier.

"Hello? I know you hear me? Did you really just throw me onto the floor?" A pillow slammed into his chest, and he knew it meant he was not welcome back in this bed.

"So now we're just throwing each other off things, right?" More silence, as she pulled a pair of headphones onto her head, and he could hear the sound of the ocean bleeding through. Pulling an eye mask over her face, he just huffed and headed to the door.

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The sun shone through the kitchen as she chopped up sausages to make breakfast. It was 5:30 now, and the girls would be up soon. Where her fucking idiot of a husband was, she didn't really care. How dare he! Leave her alone with the kids?

It had been a while (nine years) since her first pregnancy. He wasn't as useless back then. And she knows she was not alone in that bed making that baby. She didn't want to do things the way she did.

Yes, she struggled at times to show affection, but that wasn't her fault. She didn't have a mom to show her how to hug or any older sisters to teach her how to be a girl. She had to learn about femininity from watching the older girls around her shitty neighborhood. Hell, until she met Rio she wasn't even sure about having kids.

When they asked where grandma was, the last thing she wanted was to explain was that her mom killed four people in a gang fight and that she herself was born in jail before she was released to her grandma who was hardly around. That she spent one day every weekend driving to a prison to see her mom. That even as a grown adult, she still gets collect calls from her mother and her husband sends money for her books and does whatever her can for her in jail.

It wasn't entirely her choice to keep the girls from their grandma. Grandma expressed no desire for them to know that she sold her whole life to kill four people.

Growing up the way she did, why did everyone just expect her to be a model mother over night? Good at all the emotional shit that came with kids? She wasn't and it was fucked that her dickhead of a husband may as well be a totem pole the way he just stands there sometimes. Behind her the fridge opened. Speak of the devil she supposed. Still she ignored him.

Since she was a fuck up, since everything he said was bad for the girls then it was better she didn't speak to his dumbass at all.

"Good morning baby." After 13 years of marriage his voice still made her wet. Still she relented.

"How did you sleep? It wasn't the best for me, my back hurt and I had to sleep on the couch. You wanna rub it out for me baby?" He was testing her, testing the waters to see if she was still steamed. He was very close to getting slapped with a pan.

Nothing from her as she poured three cups of lemonade for the girls who she heard moving around upstairs. Returning to the stove, she started scraping the food into three plates. She felt his hands creep up her sides.

"Look. Look baby, I'm sorry. I know you're not the best with being affectionate with the girls and I know you struggle to figure out how to go about things with them. But I want you to know we're a team. I'm gonna start acting like it baby." His apology was smooth and deep in her ear. Still she could hear the honesty in his voice and tears bubbled up in her eyes.

The girls had a lot to do today. From Valentina's dance classes after school, the Amancia has a piano class and Alvita has science classes at her advanced tutoring company after school. And knowing she wouldn't have to be pissed off at her husband all day was a lot better.

"It's hard. I want to be closer to them so bad but I can't. I don't know how to be a good mom, or how to comfort them or teach them anything that isn't violence. All the books and youtube videos in the world can't teach you how to be a parent. I want to think I'm doing good so bad. I would fucking die for my girls. I would kill for them and end up in jail right next to my momma for them and I just can't seem to prove that to them. And it would be a lot easier to have someone for them to be angry at instead of me when they do something wrong." She sniffled, whipping tears from her eyes and turning into his chest.

He smelt so good. Like leather and the Dark Temptation body wash she picked up for him last time she went to Target and she made a mental note to buy it again. His strong arms wrapped around hers and he pressed a kiss to her scarfed head. One hand rubbed her back while she cried.

"Mama, the girls love you. You are a great mother. Just by being here you do more than so many people who up and run. They look up to you like you're the Sun. You're the only mom they have and I can see that they wanna be just like you. I'm sorry that I was being the fun parent. You know my entire life, I said I would be there for my kids for the good and the bad. And I've just been sitting back for the bad like my grandpa did. He left my grandma to struggle with me and Nick.

For a long ass time I thought my grandma was just hard on me for no reason. Now I know it's the stress of having to be with someone who's only there half the time and I'm sorry I put you through that."

When he mentioned his grandma his voice cracked. She pressed a soft kiss to his shirtless chest and she nodded against him, wrapping her arms around his smooth frame. She ran her fingers over a small scar on his back that he got when he was putting the cribs up for the twins.

"I'm sorry I pushed you off the bed." One of the girls was using the toilet, while the shower turned on again and it sounded like one of them (probably Amancia) was still in bed and she knew she'd have to get her up soon. A deep chuckle resonated through him and sent tingles through her entire body.

"It's alright, I'm sorry I was being a prick."

He stole a piece of sausage from the scrambled eggs and popped it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before giggling.

"Shhhh, Amancia might hear you." She teased, and he smirked down at her in response.

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"Aw don't be pouty baby. You'll look so good in that tutu." Rio snickered, sipping from his wine glass and placing it back on their marble counter top. It was a mother daughter dance recital and she was less than thrilled to get this invitation. No actually. She was thrilled. She was thrilled to do something with her daughter, not with a fuck ton of people watching but she would never be ashamed to show off with her princess in front of the whole world.

Valentina was fidgeting around, doing little dance moves and dancing around with her little sisters. How could she say no to that? The woman would be prancing around on stage, matching pink tutu. She was married to a drug lord and helped run his empire with an iron fist. She wasn't used to being in the spot light and as ironic as it was.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want too."

The girls stopped playing. Valentina was standing in front of her mother who was sitting on a chair in front of their kitchen island. She looked like she felt bad for even asking and it put a knife in her heart. She realized then that she didn't hide her emotions as well as she hoped.

"No, no I want too! I was just thinking about how awful those other moms and daughters are gonna look dancing next to us. We're gonna eat them up, trust." Scooping up Valentina with a hug, she nibbled on her cheeks and kissed her silly. Her little princess squealed in delight and she twirled her around.

She needed a drink and a smoke. Rio chuckled as she pulled a cigarette out her pack and lit it. She stole a sip from his wine while she looked at the paper.

"Fuck, I can't make this rehearsal next week." She exhaled the smoke and Rio pushed the sliding door that led to the patio open next to her.

He slid into the seat next to her and heard the girls start up a round of Mario Kart. She rested a head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pushing an ashtray towards her.

"That's the first one. What do you have?"

"I have a mammogram, and I pushed this one back twice already." Rio always got nervous when she had to go to the doctor for any reason. Especially when it was a titty doctor as he liked to call them.

"Yeah thats important. I'm sure Val will understand."

"I feel awful. You know my grandma had breast cancer, and I'm sure I'm okay but I need to be sure. I want to be here for the girls as long as I can without my tits trying to kill me." Rio rubbed her shoulders. He stood up, now standing behind her and rubbing her shoulder blades.

"Don't worry about it ma. I'll go for you." He joked, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her phone rang on the counter and she saw it was one of her girls. Was it ironic that she handled sex work for her husband when she'd just die if one of their daughters was a hooker? Yes. It was also ironic that she was concerned about her tits killing her when she was in the middle of a cigarette.

"Mhm, sexy." She chuckled, running her hand over his crotch before turning around to face forward and. Her bit his bottom lip, brown eyes basically fucking her.

"Hello?" His hands slipped down her sides and up to her chest. Her breath hitched and her legs twitched.

"Go do something with the girls and stop groping me Christopher."

"Ouch." He laughed before kissing her neck once more and slipping out of the room.

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"Why?" Rio glanced at his wife and back at Valentina.

"I don't want to go today." Valentina muttered while picking at the mac and cheese. Pulling her jacket on, she was preparing for the chill of approaching winter.

"What are we paying 400 dollars a month for then? I can't force you to enjoy it but you will go. Did something happen, is someone bothering you at those classes?" Rio questioned. His wife gave him a small glance as if to say 'thank you for stepping in'.

"Nothing happened at ballet. It was school." Valentina lightly kicked the bag with an engraved 'V' on it that they had custom made for her.

"People have bad days baby." Deep down he was worried. Oh God what if she got touched and didn't want to tell them and was running from ballet? What if she's being threatened with violence? What if she's been expelled and didn't want to say? That's just like Valentina not to tell them that. She mumbled something.

"Is someone bothering you? Is it a teacher? A student?" Rio asked putting down the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. Valentina looked down at the table. Now Rio was going to have to fight someones dad. Great, just what he needed.

"You can tell me whose bothering you or I can go down to that school and figure it out." Her mother, was now sitting next to Valentina and looking into her similarly brown eyes. They always looked so similar. Sometimes, when Rio looked at Valentina he felt like he was looking at baby pictures of his wife.

Then Rio noticed it. The small bruise on her arm. It was so small and the color of the bruise wasn't so bad that it was noticeable. Their kid got her ass kicked. He knew Valentina was always the more timid one of his kids, not like the fiery Alvita and calculating Amancia who never hesitated to strike (speaking off, he hoped they weren't fighting someone at after school right now) but he always thought she would never be in a fight. He didn't realize her timid nature would inspire someone's anger.

"V, did you get in a fight?" Tears filled her eyes and before he knew it his wife grabbed her car keys.

"It was Terra! It was Terra and I don't want to see her at ballet!" Terra. Of course it was that little cunt and her whore mom probably encouraged this. His wife has had beef with with Mrs. Lipston since last month at the last pool party they all got invited too by Mr. and Mrs. Kerian. Martha Lipston made her dislike of his wife's new swimsuit very well known to all the other moms.

She also made her approval of Rio's ability to open beers with his teeth very well known. Rio personally thinks Martha Lipston looks like a horror game monster with all her plastic surgery. She was just hating because his wife was fine as hell.

"Put your coat on and lets go." Her mom demanded. Rio glanced over, he knew where this was going. Because his mind was going there too, was actually thinking about planting drugs on Mr. Lipston and calling DCFS on them for child endangerment.

It was a whole family of assholes trust him, dude borrowed his fucking lawnmower and kept it for seven months. Who needs a lawnmower for seven months? He knew his shitty lawn wasn’t growing that fast. Rio refused to buy a new one and just let him keep it like his wife suggested.

Rio was really bugging out over his lawnmower too. He spent nights up, wondering what the hell he was doing with his lawnmower for so long. She’d wake up next to him, asking him if he was still worried about the damn thing? That lawnmower had emotional significance to him and he didn’t like it being gone for so long.

He insisted it was the principal and one morning Rio couldn’t see through the lawn and tripped on a rock. That was it for him, he had to beat down their front door as nicely as he could. Would you believe his lawnmower was broken? How do you break someone’s lawnmower? Why not just tell him that you broke his lawnmower? Rio had half a mind to take him to court over his lawnmower and almost did. That was the last time Rio tried to be neighborly to any of these people, it pushed him to give up on humanity itself.

"I don't want to go." Valentina sniffled and pushed her mac and cheese away.

"Some little white bitch isn't gonna beat the crap out of you, and you're not gonna do anything about it. No, you're going to smack the shit out of her and if her mom tries anything I'm slapping the implants out her chest." He could see the nerves from her. Deep down, his wife was doing this out of a place of fear.

Fear that her kids was gonna get hurt and next time hurt real bad. He remembers how they met too. It was high school, when she got into a fist fight with some girls who had been going back and forth with her and her friends for months.

When she got caught alone, she got knocked upside her head with a padlock and ended up with a mild concussion. He was in the nurses office because he was skipping class in there with a fake headache. When he heard about how she got hit but still held her own, he knew he needed some of that.

Even better was how a week later she hunted down each attacker and beat the snot out of them one by one. To her, the only way to be safe, was the be more dangerous then whatever was about to attack you.

"I'll get thrown out of ballet school mom, please just drop it." "

You'll go." She growled sternly and pulled her earrings from her ears She was ready for a fight but Rio could clearly see that his daughter was not. She must've been hit something fierce.

"I don't want to get kicked out!" Her tiny voice cracked and her mother stopped for a moment of hesitation.

"Enough. Just enough both of you. Valentina, your mother is doing this because she loves you. She wants that little girl to know she doesn't just walk all over you and get away with it. I'm not sorry to say in this house you don't get your ass beat that way and deliver no punishment.

You don't have to get her in class, but you will have to face her again. In school, ballet class or in the parking lot of your school. How you do it is up to you. Fight her, we can go to the school or whatever but don't take something like this laying down." Valentina looked down with a huff. He ran a hand over her small one and she glanced softly at it. Then he focused on his wife. She glanced down and was chewing on one of her nails.

"You know what I'm about to say. Our kid isn't a fighter like us and that's fine. We didn't fight because we wanted too, we fought because we had too every day. We had our share of people trying to whop our asses. You already know that we gave our girls a life where they don't have to fight every day. That's okay. That's what we wanted. You don't gotta force our girls into a life they don't want the way that happened to you. Okay?" She nodded, and looked guilty. Like she felt guilty about her fear of something happening to her little girl.

Rio glanced at the clock, and at this point they were late to ballet. The clock ticked away. Nails scratched away at the counter and Rio waited for one of them to say something. Valentina broke the silence.

"I want to get back at her. But I can't stop thinking about the consequences. What if she tells on me? Or I get kicked out of ballet?"

"So what if she does? If someone hits you, you hit them back. I promise we will not be mad at you no matter what you do baby." Valentina silently nodded.

"I'll get her tomorrow morning in math." Valentina's mother ran her hands through her daughters braids and pulled her into a hug. Rio couldn't fight the smile that spread across his lips. He would count this as a win in the dad book.

"Okay. Do whatever you have to do for you. And keep your head up no matter what."

An understanding from the mother who always felt she knew best for her kids. Some fight put into their daughter. An ass whopping tomorrow morning. Maybe they weren't the best parents yet, but at least they were getting somewhere.

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Dream Come True - Part 10

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, afab. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. So much smut. Pretty much every word of this chapter is smut!

Part 9 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

Curtis was a gentleman and slept on your couch that night. Part of you wanted him to hold you but you didn’t think it appropriate to ask. He only wanted to be friends, right? Good friends, better friends than you’d ever had before, but still friends. Right?

You knew you weren’t going to sleep well that night but waking up from nightmares a few times wasn’t expected. After the third time you woke up shaking you decided to check the time. 6 AM, you think, might as well just wake up for the day.

You sneak into the bathroom, trying to be quiet so you don’t wake Curtis, who sounds like he’s snoring. A quick splash of water on your face, brushing your teeth, the bare minimum so as not to wake your guest. You step out and tiptoe to the kitchen area for a glass of water, taking great pains to be quiet.

But as you get closer to Curtis you realize, what you thought were snores, were actually mumblings intermixed with light moans. Heat rushes to your face and you’re about to turn back and quietly run to your room. You’re stopped in your tracks when you hear him mumble your name. Curiosity gets the better of you and tiptoe closer, thinking maybe you misheard. Maybe you misunderstood the kind of dream he’s having. 

Your doubts disappear when he says your name louder and moves in a way that lets you see he’s very hard under the blanket. You know you shouldn’t stick around but you can’t help yourself. He’s having a sex dream about you. This is the first time you can think that that’s happened and it’s actually making you a little wet. He moans again and you press your thighs together.

He startles awake, sitting up, and sees you standing there.You’re completely flustered as you apologize for waking him up, trying to explain you were just trying to get some water. Curtis is pretty sure he isn’t still dreaming, but he knows you had to have seen his erection under the blankets. You turn to leave and he stops you.

“Wait,” his tone makes it nearly an order. He’s not sure where the surge of confidence comes from, but when you stop and turn back to him, he knows he’s not going to back down. He’s never seen you flustered before, not like this. He slowly gets off the couch and moves towards you. You can’t help but admire his muscular arms and chest, wanting to run your hands through his thick chest hair. 

“If, um, if you want to just,” you stutter. “I mean, it was just a dream, right? Sex dreams happen. It doesn’t have to be anything if you don’t want it to be.” 

“Would you like it to be something,” he asks. You’ve never seen his eyes so dark before and you keep clenching your thighs together. 

“Are you, I mean,” you hesitate. “Are you actually interested or is this just leftovers from the dream?”

“I’ve wanted you for a long time now, Angel.” There is no hesitancy in his response and you bite your lip as you find yourself getting wetter. “If you’re willing, I’ll take you to the bedroom and show you how much I’ve wanted you.” His voice is nearly growling now and your body is being obvious in its responses. He can feel your breath quivering, see your thighs squirming, but he wouldn’t dare touch you without permission.

You want him like you’ve never wanted anyone else but that little voice in your head just won’t shut up. You’re scared it’s just the adrenaline of the moment. That he’ll regret being with you. That as soon as he sees you naked he’ll lose interest. 

“I…” you take a breath to steady yourself. “Curtis, I want you to go into the bedroom and sit on the bed.” He gives you a confused look but nods and follows your instruction. You follow him to the bedroom, allowing yourself to admire how his ass looks in those sweatpants. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, still confused but smirking at how you’re openly ogling his erection. You start to undress and he reaches a hand out to you but you push it away. He looks hurt and you tell him, “please, just. I gotta do this first, okay?” He doesn’t understand but if it’s what you need he’ll do it. 

When you’re standing naked in front of him his hands are practically crushing the mattress. He wants to touch you so badly but he won’t without permission. You notice how white his knuckles are and let yourself smile a little. 

You take a deep breath, “I…I wanted to give you another chance to back out.” You spin slowly so he can see everything. “I know I’m not the most attractive person so I need you to see all of this before you decide you want me. I’ll understand if you have second thoughts.” You meet his eyes and gasp at how dark they are.

“Angel, the only second thoughts I’m having are about my promise to not find the people who hurt you. You are so damn beautiful to me and, if you’ll allow me, I will happily show you how much I want you. Again, and again, and again.”

You gulp, taken aback at his earnestness. You believe him when he says he wants you and it helps you find your voice. “Curtis,” you moan as you step closer to him, “I want you to make me feel like the most wanted woman in the world.” He groans as you put yourself between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your breasts. “Make me feel good, Curtis.”

That’s all the invitation he needs before he starts kissing your breasts and squeezing your ass with fervor. You run your hands up and down his back, gasping when he lavishes one of your nipples with his tongue. He gently bites it before moving to the other and giving it the same attention. 

Your hips start grinding against and he moves to fall back on the bed, bringing you with him. You stop him, pulling away just a little. “Curtis, I’m too big. I don’t wanna hurt you.” You try to downplay it with a chuckle but he glares at you.

“First of all,” he growls, “that’s my line. Second of all,” he latches onto your nipple again, making you lean into him. He uses the momentum to pull you onto the bed with him, your breasts flush against his face. 

The experience is exhilarating and Curtis seems to go feral underneath you. His moans increase in intensity, his hands seem to be everywhere and his clothed erection starts rubbing up against you in earnest. You adjust yourself so your legs are open, allowing his length to rub against your clit. Your hips move of their own accord and you lose yourself in the sensations. You’ve never been with someone so enthusiastic, so eager to make you come. You know he’s going to ruin you and you welcome it. 

You grind your hips against him, feeling your orgasm building, delighting in Curtis’s moans. You’re almost coming when Curtis suddenly flips you on your back. You whine in disappointment but he starts kissing down your front and your whines turn into moans.

“Sorry about that,” he soothed. “You were gonna make me come way too quickly.” He keeps kissing your body. When he reaches your thighs he starts alternating between gentle bites and kisses. You feel your clit pulsing with need and you whine for Curtis. 

He looks up at you, smiling as he sees the neediness written all over your face. He spreads your folds and teases your clit by gently blowing on it. Your whimpers are music to his ears as toys with your bud, rubbing his scratchy beard against your thighs. You arch your back, trying to get his lips where you need them most but he doesn’t yield. It isn’t until you’re begging him, “please Curtis, please” that he gives your clit the attention it desperately needs. 

You throw your head back in pleasure as his mouth meets your bundle of nerves. He groans in pleasure with how good you taste and the vibration makes you more desperate for release. He watches your reactions, learning what speeds, what pressures you enjoy most. He’s pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know you could make. You start chanting, “so close, so close,” and he sticks two fingers into your dripping pussy, groaning at how tightly your walls grip them. He begins scissoring his fingers into you while increasing the pressure on your clit and your orgasm barrels down on you. You cry out the most beautiful sounds that Curtis has ever heard and he speeds up his fingers, working you through your orgasm. 

He only relents when you’ve come down from your high. He keeps his fingers moving but looks up at you saying, “that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Part of you wants to laugh at the idea but the sincerity in his eyes makes you believe him. The nagging voice in your head wants to argue but you won’t have it ruining this for you. Instead you look at Curtis and plead, “more. Please. Want more of you. Need more of you.”

Curtis gazes up at you, confident smirk on his face as he licks his lips. His beard is glistening with your juices and it’s driving you crazy in all the right ways. He feels you gripping his fingers even tighter and asks, “do you want me to use a condom?”

You look at him, with that fire in your eyes that he loves so much, “I’m on the pill and clean. I want you raw.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he smiles. You whine as he removes his fingers from you but it turns into a moan as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and cleans your juices off of them. He might be playing up his pleasure at the test but damn if it doesn’t make you want him more. You pinch your nipples and open your legs wider for him. He lowers his sweatpants and your eyes widen a little at his size. Catching your expression he lowers himself onto you and whispers, “don’t worry, Angel, I’ll be gentle.” You kiss him in response, reveling in the taste of yourself on his lips. 

He lines up his erection and starts gently pushing into your pussy. You moan at the stretch and start kissing his jawline, begging him for more. He continues to press into you until he’s fully sheathed and lets out a groan. “Feels so damn good,” he grumbles. “So much better than I ever could have dreamed.”

“Feel so full,” you agree. “Need you to move, please.”

“Probably not gonna last long,” he hissed as he rolled his hips. “You feel so fucking good.”

You grab the back of his head and turn him to look at you. “Curtis, I need you to fuck me hard and fast.”

“Are…fuck, are you sure?”

“Don’t hold back.”

You see a glint in his eyes before he changes positions, pushing your legs up enough to get a pillow underneath your hips. You gasp at the new angle and your pussy clenches around him. 

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” he whispers before almost fully pulling out of you. When only his tip is still inside he plunges into you in one swift motion and you almost howl with pleasure. He repeats the action and doesn’t hold back, fucking you just like you asked him to. He never stops telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look taking his cock, how beautiful you are when you come and soon you’re already on the edge of another orgasm. 

He starts playing with your clit and saying, “need you to come again, pretty girl. Please. Need to feel you squeeze my cock.” You happily oblige him, crying out his name as you’re overcome with a wave of pleasure. 

His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release but he doesn’t relent on your clit. He’s enthralled with the vision in front of him and wishes it could last longer. When he does come it hits him hard. You feel him stop thrusting as he comes inside you, his hips occasionally shuddering until he’s done.

As you both come down from your respective highs Curtis starts kissing your body again, working his way up to your mouth, thanking you between kisses. A part of you was still expecting him to lose interest as soon as he was done but you were determined to enjoy the attention while you had it. He pulled out of you with a slight hiss and you whimpered at the emptiness. 

“Shh, shh,” he coos. “I’ll take care of you, sweet Angel. Just gonna go get some towels to clean you up.” He has to catch himself as he gets off the bed because he’s feeling lightheaded. But he makes it to the bathroom and back and starts cleaning you up. You give him a confused look and he asks, “have you never had aftercare before?” You shake your head no and he sighs, “are you sure I can’t hurt the people who hurt you?” He relaxes a little when you chuckle at that.

“I’m sure, Curtis,” you sleepily reply. “Would you do me one more favor?”

“Anything.”

“Would you please cuddle me?”

“Gladly,” he replies before laying next to you and holding you in his arms. “And I won’t let go until you ask me to.” He gently caresses you and nuzzles his face into your neck and soon you’re both asleep.

A few hours later you wake up from the best sleep you’ve had in a long time. You smile when you feel Curtis’s arms around you, his beard gently scratching at the skin on your shoulder. You start to tear up with happiness at the kept promise. His reactions to your comments gets you thinking that maybe you did deserve better than you’d been given before. Maybe. 

You snuggle closer to Curtis and he gently wakes up and kisses and squeezes you. You giggle as his beard tickles you and he smiles. 

“How’d I ever get so lucky to be with you,” he asks. “Sweet and fierce, smart and kind, strong and pretty.”

“You really mean that, don’t you.”

“Yes. And I’ll do whatever it takes to convince you of that.”

You smile at his sincerity and let yourself sink into his arms even more. “Do you want this to be a casual thing? Friends with benefits?”

“No,” Curtis growls into your neck. “I’ll admit I don’t have much experience with relationships but I’m serious about you. Plus, I want to keep you safe and the easiest way to do that seems to be keeping you with me.”

You chuckle at that and he goes back to kissing your neck and starts moving down your body, groping your breasts. You raise an eyebrow, “Curtis?”

“Want another taste,” he responds. “Want to make you feel good. Want to hear your pretty sounds.”

You giggle as his kisses tickle you, “Curtis, you’re really a dream come true.”

Part 9 -- Epilogue

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would. 

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[myfearless-love]

Too Well Tangled (Chapter 21/21 - "Untangling the Last Knot")

Chapters: 21/21 — "Untangling the Last Knot"

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Arthur (Once Upon a Time), Knave of Hearts | Will Scarlet, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson

Additional Tags: Captain Swan - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, BAMF Emma Swan, Angst and Romance, Banter

Summary: Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness." His past, a stormy mosaic of rejection and rebellion, has forged a man both feared and revered. Yet, the indomitable Miss Nolan proves an unexpectedly formidable opponent for his infamous charm. But when Killian's reciprocated passion lands them in a scandalously compromising, and very public, predicament, Emma is left with no recourse but to demand satisfaction...

Previous chapters: ch. 1 II ch. 2 II ch. 3 II ch. 4 II ch. 5 II ch. 6 II ch. 7 II ch. 8 II ch. 9 II ch. 10 II ch. 11 II ch.12 II ch. 13 II ch. 14 II ch.15 II ch. 16 II ch. 17 II ch. 18 II ch. 19 II ch. 20

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[soelstress]

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

Pairing: Jefferson x female!reader

Summary: Jefferson's scar leads to both of you feeling insecure, so you show him what you and Grace see in him.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex , unprotected sex , body insecurity (scarring)

A/N 1 - This is one of two submissions for @mercurial-chuckles Smutber Fest. Thank you for extending the smut fest & apologies this is a few days late! Bit more fluff than smut 😅

A/N 2 - Prompts - Once again I asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... and of course I was given five yet again so two stories it is 🙈 The prompts this time are body worshipping , mirror sex and accidental 'I love you' during sex

A/N 3 - GIF from Google Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

You had been cursed before, living in a land for 28 years where time was frozen. Memories of your true self had been suppressed, replaced by new ones of your alternate life. While the curse had been broken, sometimes it felt difficult to tell what was real and what wasn’t. For example, the opulence of the house that you found yourself in. There weren’t homes like this in the Enchanted Forest unless it was one of the Royal Palaces. Or the devilishly handsome man before you. Your gaze roved over him, taking in his immaculate outfit. A grey patterned shirt matched beautifully with trousers of the same shade, the dark blue waistcoat and scarf adorning his neck provided a burst of colour while also highlighting the colour of his eyes. Never had you encountered such beauty in your land but here in Storybrooke it had found you. And the way this man made you feel with his whispers and touches couldn’t possibly be real. 

“Hey”. Two warm fingers gently caught your chin and directed you into a hypnotic blue gaze. His brows were dipped in concern. “Are you all right?”

The touch centered you, your spinning mind slowing but still fuzzy. Courtesy of the drinks from the Rabbit Hole bar which tended to be on the strong side. Blushing, you smiled. “Sorry. I’m not always sure where dreams start and reality ends”.  

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled indulgently. “I know something about that”. The hand on your chin moved to stroke your cheek. “Would it be bold to ask if you think I’m real? Or a dream?”

The question caught you off guard. You had been seeing Jefferson for a few months. The man was an enigma. But you could not answer him. You desired so much for your dreams to become reality, a reality where he loved you. But you were too afraid to tell him so. So instead of replying you leaned up and kissed him, continuing your original path to his bed before you had become distracted. Jefferson gently lowered you on the quilt, following without breaking the lip lock. One of your hands gently pulled his carefully disheveled hair while the other tugged at the front of his waistcoat.

With a gasp, Jefferson pulled away and began to reach for the illuminated lamp beside the bed. “Wait”. Your hand caught his arm. “Can… can we please leave the light on? I want to see you”.

Jefferson swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly wide with panic. “Why? Why would you want to see me? You know why I turn the light off”. His hand brushed along the scarf that covered most of his neck, hiding the shameful reminder of abandoning his daughter. 

“Jefferson, you remove that scarf when we’re alone and the room is dark. But you’ll only become… intimate when I cannot see you”. Part of you understood why Jefferson wanted to hide his scar but another part couldn’t help feeling slightly insecure that he turned off the light to avoid seeing you. “I know how you feel about the scar. I know you never want Grace to know of it or see it. But do you remember what Doctor Hopper said?” You searched his face but he just stared back at you, unmoving. “You can only move on by embracing the consequences of your actions”. Jefferson shook his head in denial, gently removing your hand from his arm. He climbed off the bed and began to pace. “Grace understands what happened, she’s forgiven you-“

“She shouldn’t have. I abandoned her!” Jefferson yanked at his hair, the brown strands becoming unruly in his despair. Regina had cursed Jefferson to remember his true life in the Enchanted Forest while everyone else had alternate memories, including his daughter Grace. He had suffered all those years without her, keeping himself isolated. “Regina was right. If I truly loved Grace, I would have stayed with her. I should never have left!”

“You wanted to give her a better life. There’s not a parent I know who doesn’t want the best life for their child”. A flicker of annoyance rose as you replayed his answer. “Regina? Really, you’re taking the word of a woman who double crossed you multiple times, left you in Wonderland, cursed a whole realm for vengeance against Snow White and lied to her son, causing him to question his own sanity?” You bit your tongue to stop from asking if he was crazy. He wasn’t, but like you sometimes his mind struggled to handle everything he had faced alone. Standing, you moved behind Jefferson and turned him to face the full length mirror standing opposite the bed.

“I want you to see what your daughter sees. The man who played in the Forest, had tea parties with her and took care of her. The one who she knows would fight to keep her safe. Her Papa who loves her so much that he wanted to give her a better life and watched over her for 28 long years. Jefferson… Grace loves you. She loves you and has forgiven you. Now forgive yourself”.

Tears streamed from Jefferson’s eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath before pulling you out from behind him. Tugging your body flush against his, your back to the mirror with your hands resting on his chest. “And what about you?”

His heart pounded under the material of his waistcoat. “I feel a heart that has endured so much pain but loves effortlessly”. Both of your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs tenderly tracing over his deep blue eyes that darkened as he watched you. “I see beautiful eyes that have witnessed too much and yet continue to shine every day”. Standing on tiptoe, you watched one thumb trace the plump pillows on his face. His jaw dropped with a soft gasp. “I hear laughter from a tortured soul that smiles despite the darkest days”. Your hands began to slowly undo the buttons of his waistcoat. “Please Jefferson… I understand you wanting to hide the scar… but please… let me see you”. Once the waistcoat was undone, you moved to do the same to his shirt. Jefferson shrugged out of both, letting the material fall to the floor. Filled with awe, your fingers reverently began to glide along his torso. He trembled at the caress, his tortured anguish and fear being conquered by love and acceptance, something he’d never dared hope for. Your hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and undoing the button of his trousers. A warm vice grip suddenly stopped your progress. Looking up, you saw Jefferson had stopped crying. Audibly gulping, he guided you with shaking hands to undo the scarf. “No, Jefferson”. Your heart lurched as you tried to tug your hands away, but he held them tightly. 

“Please”. His blue eyes sparkled with a combination of desire, fear and pain. “Please”.  With the joint effort of your hands and his, the scarf was removed. Cautiously you leaned in to allow for Jefferson to stop you or pull away, but he never did. Your lips brushed over the red angry skin, and he whimpered. Worried, you pulled back but he held you tightly against his neck. “Please”. Butterfly kisses ghosted hesitantly along the scar, sounds of praise and adoration spilling from you. Soft whimpers became gasps as his chest heaved, his hands skimming restlessly up and down your back. “No. No more”. For a moment you panicked that you’d pushed too far until you realised his hands tugged desperately at your clothes. “Need you. Need you now” he rambled, sending fabric flying as he grabbed and squeezed your supple flesh. 

Almost absently your hands began to wind into his chocolate curls as you caught his face and kissed him, tongues dueling. When you started to pull back Jefferson looked at you with confusion. “I want to see you” you whispered, praying that he could sense the longing in your body. Murmuring sounds of reassurance, you turned in his arms to meet the reflection in the mirror. Carefully you began guiding him to kneel on the thick carpet before leaning forward to rest on your elbows. Glancing up, your breath caught in your throat. Jefferson’s icy blue gaze burned with yearning, his reflection almost ethereal - strong, determined, beautiful. A whimper escaped you when his body heat enveloped you, his body weight almost forming an intimate cocoon, his hard silky flesh between your legs. Grinding against you, he soaked his cock in your arousal. “Jefferson…” He stilled at the sound of your pleading. Carefully, he guided the tip to your entrance and began to push into you. Your gazes never left each other but you struggled to keep your eyes open at the glorious sensation of being filled. Once buried inside you, he began to move with slow deliberate thrusts. Mewling, you met his movements while watching him. The only sounds filling the room were the slaps of flesh meeting and soft noises of pleasure. Jefferson watched in fascination as your body jiggled and bounced at his every thrust. Encouraging you to lean back against him, his eyes widened at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you. “Beautiful” you murmured, head turning to press a kiss to his scar. 

The world shifted as you found yourself empty before Jefferson pushed you flat to the ground and rolled you on your back before entering you again. His rhythm began to increase, his arms holding you tight against him. Mumbling tickled your ear. Jefferson was lost to his mind, but you knew the best thing was to let him come back in his own time. Instead you held him tighter. “It’s good, s’good… feels so good” he babbled, nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t stop… can’t stop… won’t stop”. He shifted slightly, his pelvic bone tapping against your clit. A coil began to build in your belly and you squeezed his length. At your whimper of his name he groaned loudly. “Please… need it. Need you” You wanted so badly to believe he was saying this sincerely, but you knew he was stuck in the depths of his mind. “Ohhh… love this. Love it. Love you”. Your brain froze and your heart stopped as your body shuddered, gently milking him into his orgasm. 

Blinking dazedly, his blue eyes cleared and focused on you, worried as he observed your petrified state. When he realised what he had said, instead of denying it as you expected, he blushed slightly. “Not quite the romantic moment I had in mind…”

Blinking, you glanced up shyly at him. “Jefferson, is this real? Do you mean it?”

Head cocked, his dazzling smile restarted your heart. He reached up to the bed and pulled the quilt off, wrapping you both in the luxurious material. “Of course I do. Somewhere in all this madness, I fell for you. You make me feel loved. Wanted. Beautiful” he murmured the last word shyly.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. Nuzzling into his neck, you pressed a kiss to the scar before pressing kisses all over his face. “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring”. Jefferson’s eyes shone brightly at your words. “I love you Jefferson. No matter any curses, madness or ridiculousness we may have to face, we’ll do it together”.

[mediocrewallflow3r]

To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1

Title: To be Loved and Have Loved

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader

Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.

A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!

"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.

"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".

"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.

The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.

After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.

"What's that for, cowboy?".

You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.

Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.

Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.

Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.

From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.

"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.

"Our friends." You sigh.

"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".

"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".

Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.

"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".

"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".

Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.

He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.

"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.

Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.

Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.

Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.

"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".

"You noticed?".

"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".

You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.

You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.

Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.

Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.

Oh God, but I want to.

Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".

Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".

"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.

Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".

Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".

Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".

"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.

"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.

Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.

"To the dining room...?".

"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".

Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.

Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.

Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.

Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.

Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.

“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.

"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.

Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.

"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.

"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.

Way to fucking go Shakespeare.

Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.

"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.

Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.

“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.

If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.

Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.

“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.

In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.

Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.

“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.

A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.

“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.

“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.

Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

About my blog

Please be sure to read all of the warnings on my work before reading. My writing contains 18+ content! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!🔞

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WHO I WRITE:

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Chris Beck

Lee Bodecker

Steve Kemp

Tommy Lee (Sebastian Stan)

Lance Tucker

Charles Blackwood

Mickey Henry

TJ Hammond

Max Burnett

Frank (Endings Beginnings)

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Tyler Owens

WHAT I WRITE:

Everything I write is with a female reader.

Fluff🩷

Smut❤️‍🔥

Angst🧡

Dark🖤

Hurt/Comfort❤️‍🩹

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

I will not write anything that involves anything offensive and gross.

REQUESTS:

When I am accepting requests, it will be in highlighted in blue. When I am not accepting requests, it will be highlighted in red. Read the rules above before requesting. Please know that if y’all request something, it’ll take time for me to get to it and write it. Please be patient and bare with me.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Imagine this: Soft!Dark!softforreader!Bucky,Steve Rogers,Ari, Mad Hatter, Andy and Lance Tucker x socially awkward! socially anxious!reader <3 No smut imagined bc I'm feeling like a sex-repulsed asexual today 🤪 So, they are eager to please the reader, they don't want to upset nor displease the reader 🦋 They are oh so soft with R 😩💘 they will go onto their knees and grovel if you so much as hint you are angry at them 💞

hi! I hope you like what I did. sorry, it took so long.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

The six men were madly in love with the same woman. At first, trying to get Y/n to believe they truly loved her was complex and challenging, but the more persistent they were, the faster she started to believe and fall in love back. 

They all had certain things they’d do for you that the other could not.

Bucky would comfort you when you’d wake from terrible nightmares, staying with you and making sure you’d have a warm glass of milk and some biscuits, smothering you in kisses until you’d fall into a peaceful slumber.

Steve would bake with you when your cravings would take place, covering the kitchen with pies, biscuits and anything sweet. Sometimes, it would end in a playful food fight as you two love to compete.

Ari would build a massive fort filling it with your favourite snacks while your favourite movie would be on tv. He’d cuddle with you as you stared at the screen and speak line for line, grabbing some snacks but missing because you were so focused on the movie.

Jefferson, or Mad Hatter as you’ve nicknamed him, would make you flower crowns, knowing they were your favourite hats. He’d bring you into his little section and stand behind you as he taught you how to make the perfect hat.

Andy would tell you stories and hold you tight against his chest as he’d let you in on his day and the cases that would pile up. He’d feed you fruits as you listen to him before he returns the favour when you tell him about your day.

Lance would help keep you healthy. He’d do any type of exercise with you, buy you all the workout clothes you’d need, he’d help you stretch when your body needed it or massage you when your body became too sore. 

They treat her like the queen they know she is, ensuring that she knows they only have eyes for her. They’d never dream of being with anyone else, and the thought repulses them. They’d rather drink bleach than be with another woman. 

They would die for you, kill for you and many more. You have never felt so loved and cherished before. They never want to upset or make you mad, and each man will beg for your forgiveness if they think you are the tiniest bit upset or angry with them. 

They remember the first time they made you mad. It was hell for them. You wouldn’t speak to them for a week. No matter what they did to try and make you talk to them again, you wouldn’t budge. When you finally calmed down and collected yourself, it was a relief when they heard words leave your lips and be directed toward them.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[edelweissbarnes]

Utter Devotion

DemonPrinceStolas x f!reader

Tw: (gentle)dom vibes, praise kink, heavy smut, shapeshifting, choking kink

It's a long one folks... I just want to try something new...

You took a deep breath before knocking at the great prince rooms' door.

"Come in" you heard his voice saying and with a compose move you make you entry with a tray in your hands.

"Your evening tea, your majesty" you murmur with a soft tone, directing yourself at the low table near the sofa, where the prince is laying.

With a measured gesture you place the tray on the table and perform a small bow.

'mmm..." he sniffs the light aroma from the teapot, closing lighty his glowing ruby eyes "chamomile and lemon balm...my favourite blend..oh y/n dear...thank you...you are always so attentive...my best student" he praises you before sitting down. The feathers on his face are ruffled, as if he is stressed by too many thoughts.

"You look tired my lord...can I do something for you?"you murmur with hesitation in your tone. You're a mere human on the Ars Goetia infernal court, you were chosen for your particular interests in herbs, poisonous plants and stars, sciences under the dominion of the great prince of hell before you.

At your question, the owl demon turns its head towards you, intrigued.

"Any ideas on how to lighten a head full of thoughts, little one?" he murmurs in his calm voice, his tone gentle. Since your arrival at the infernal court, you have been the most curious and capable student in the last 500 years of the great prince's life. Your pleasant appearance was also an added bonus when choosing to confirm your permanent presence at the court.

"You taught me, my lord, that when your head flies too high that is when you must keep your feet firmly planted on the ground," you reply as a small, shy smile adorns your lips.

The prince's ruby eyes watch you, a nod of the head is the only gesture that intimates you to continue.

Nodding you move to the cabinet where you know the prince keeps the ingredients for his herbal lessons, with a confident hand you open the doors and grab a couple of small bottles, a small bowl and a dark jar.

You feel his gaze burning on your back as you mix the carrier oil together with the scented extracts in the small bowl with a steady hand.

Once finished, you turn and approach the prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet, letting the crimson dress you wear surround you,like an ethereal blood halo.

"May I touch you, my lord?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze has never left you, even now that he has clearly understood what your intentions are.

He chuckles, a soft sound reverberating inside your ribcage, slowly sliding downwards, towards your core, like honey.

"Oh little one...maybe you'll find it easier with this look..." he murmurs, lowering the volume of his voice before changing his appearance to the one he usually uses in the mortal world, the one you first met him with.

His dark hair is pulled back, his alabaster skin stands out, pale as if kissed by the moon while his eyes, icy blue with the irises circled in red, betray his demonic nature.

"Go on..." he whispers with a small smile on his lips while he took off the lace tie he wears around his neck, then unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

At that vision you blush as a wave of arousal pools in your core, causing you to lightly clench your thighs. Carefully you let your hands grasp the silky fabric of his long socks, sliding them down his calves, one leg at a time, until they are bare. Once uncovered, you dip your fingers into the small bowl of oil and perfumed essences, before gently rubbing your hands together, warming the oil before touching his pale skin. You let your fingers press gently but firmly, sliding down from calf to ankle, several times, earning faint moans of relief from the prince, who now leans his head back against the sofa.

You can't help but find it extremely sexy.

"I hope this pleases you, your majesty," you whisper, continuing the massage. You then move from the ankle to the sole of the foot, first caressing the sole entirely with the palm of your hand, then letting your thumb trace a path down its centre from the heel to below the toes.

You see him arches his back and pushing his head back while a low growl escapes his gracious plump lips.

Suddenly he compose himself and his hand grips your chin, obliging you to come closer to him and watch him in the eyes.

"surely you have your ways, little one..." he whispers while his lips graze yours. His smell of rosemary, juniper and amber fills your nostrils and it intertwines with your desire, leaving you dizzy.

"Having you like this, between my legs... in your devious crimson dress... wondering if this pleases me...' he whispers against your jaw. His other hand grabs your wrist bringing your hand to his clothed crotch. You feel how hard he is and you close your eyes, uttering a soft whimper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

"Is my aswer clear enough?..." he asks, his voice deep and devouring.

You let out another soft whimper and you rub meekly his clothed manhood with your fingers.

"May...may I worship you my Lord?" You ask him, pure devotion in your tone.

"So meek and eager to please your master.... such a good girl you are, little one...' he muses as his hand descends on your throat squeezing lightly, slowing your breathing, without any opposition from you. The idea of your complete surrender, of your absolute devotion, ignites the spark of his lust.

"You'll be a pleasurable diversion...but not here..."he murmurs before snapping his fingers and taking you both to his bedroom, he sitting on his bed and you still between his legs.

"Your dress is lovely but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor" he purrs, his hand leaving your throat.

With an elegant move you stand and turn, giving him your back before shoving your long hair to your left shoulder so you can open your dress and let it flow from your body to the floor, revealing a tight laced crimson and black corset and a pair of long black stocking laced with black silk ribbons.

You turn calmly, feeling him exhales abruptly when he notices your bare sex.

"Your every wish is my command, my lord..." you whisper waiting for him to asking you what he want.

"Come here..." he murmurs signalling with his hand to come closer.

You come closer and kneel gracefully in front of him again. This time his hand cups your face and you feel a thin metal collar around your neck before his lips crash on yours. His tongue pushes lightly against your lips gaining entrance into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and without thinking about it your hands go to his thighs, tightening your grip as he devours you without hesitation. He groans in response of your touch and suddenly he broke the kiss, his eyes glowing darkly.

"Take me in this pretty mouth of yours..." he growls.

You let your hands slide up his thighs, until you reach the flap of his trousers, unbuttoning it and releasing his huge erection. You gasp and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Don't worry, little one... I know you can do it," he whispers reassuringly.

You bend down and let your tongue lick the tip and the crown, tasting his flavour. At that contact you feel a flush of heat emanating from his chest and a low growl, as if he wants to spur you on. You then open your mouth as wide as you can, welcoming his member and hollowing your cheeks to suck him as best you can. Your tongue encircles him, teasing the most sensitive and exposed spots. He moans while his hand caress your hair.

"You are taking me so well..." he praises you, panting.

You let him go deeper, touching the back of your throat with the tip of his cock and at his praise you clench your tights trying to control your arousal.

He moans loudly before tightening his grip on your hair as he leaves your mouth, leaning you back so that your mouth is exposed to him.

"Oh Y/n you're making me so proud...i think you may need a reward..." he whispers darkly with a mischievous smirk, his thumb grazing your lower lip. Slowly he encourages you to lay on the bed and he cups your sex and he let his long digits taste your heat.

"I'm going to fuck this little, sexy, needy" he pauses and hums at the obscene squelcing sound of his fingers on your arousal "cunt of yours into oblivion..."he whispers against your ear while you can't stop moaning from his ministration. His fingers are touching one of your most sensitive spots inside you while the other is circling your clit but you stiff as you want to resist the urge of your body to release.

"Don't resist my dear Y/n...you know, when someone grant me the kind of devotion you have for me, it pleases me over everything else to see them thriving in pleasure...and that's exactly what i expect from you tonight...I want to see you come as many times as your heart desires, screaming my name while every fiber of your body tremble in pure ecstasy" he murmurs softly forcing his fingers to claim your orgasm with expert gestures. The sensation of the orgasm coiling into your belly is becoming unbearable and you let go every resistence.

"There you go...now, scream my name...I want everyone in the palace know your pleasure is mine..." he whispers slyly coaxing the orgasm from your body.

"STOLAS!" You scream, closing you eyes and clutching the silken dark sheets in your hands as your body trembles.

"You're beautiful when you come my dear...as expected..." he murmurs, adoration in his voice. He brings his fingers, dripping with your juices, to his mouth, licking and sucking like it was a delicatesse " but your taste is far more sweeter than I imagined..." he whispers subtly before leaning between your legs.

His hands grips your thighs, gently scratching the delicate skin, leaving you open to his mouth to devour you as he pleases. He blows on your overstimulated clit, making you shudder with relief, but shortly afterwards you feel his tongue teasing your folds. You instinctively want to clench your thighs to resist that indulgent stimulation but his firm grip prevents you from resisting, leaving you no choice but to enjoy yourself to the full.

You arch your back and you feel his lips sucking hardly your clit, you moan loudly, thrusting your hips into his mouth and instinctively you bring a hand to his hair, tightening your grip as he devours you.

"Yes...yes, little one....be consumed by the pleasure I can give you...let it go and let your instincts rule you..." he huffs against your swollen sex. His eyes glow red, delighted, as he watches you give in to pleasure again.

"My lord...I'm...I'm cumiiiing..." you whimper and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, bringing you even closer to his mouth to let him drown in your release.

He licks your dripping cunt voraciously, caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, which he now brings closer to his face. He moans under his breath, moving his lips over the thin sensitive skin close to your heat, sucking slowly before planting his sharp teeth into your soft flesh, marking you until your blood mixes with the sweet taste of your pleasure. He then proceeds with small kisses to the hem of one of your stockings and with an elegant gesture unties the silk bow holding it up, then lets his fingers, followed by his mouth, slide down your leg, to your ankle, freeing you from the garment, then doing the same with the other stocking.

You feel the blood boil in your veins along with a desire you have never felt before.

He sheds the elegant white shirt he is wearing, leaving you to admire the lean physique of his human form. A small tuft of light-coloured hair overshadows his chest and further down, below his navel, a darker stripe points the sinful way to his erect cock. You gasp at the vision and he chuckles darkly.

"What do you want, my dear Y/n?" He asks slyly while he start to grind his erection between your wet folds. Your legs are resting against his chest. His hand caress the brocade fabric of your corset and he let his finger slide mischievously in the space between your boobs then grabbing the hem of the corset to assert his dominance.

"You, my lord...I want you..." you breathe shamelessly.

"Use my name little one...I crave the sweet and adoring way you can say it..." he whispers before snapping his fingers and get rid of your corset, having you completely naked under him as he thrusts inside you.

"FUCK!" you murmur breathless, your eyes widening at his sudden intrusion. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

"Language" he scolds you by hitting your exposed clit with a light slap but stopping his movement inside you to give you time to stretch and get used to his size.

"I'm sorry..." you whimper meekly, a couple of tears forming at the edge of your eyes like it's too much to bare.

" if you won't say my name willingly...I'll have to coax it from your sweet and tempting lips my dear Y/n..." he says with a devilish smile on his face as he starts to move inside you. His arm tightens your legs against his chest so that he can reach deep inside you, drawing a hoarse moan from your lips. He teases your sensitive spots but as soon as he notices your approaching orgasm, he slows down, inflaming your desire for release.

"Stolas...please..." you beg him.

"What do you want little one?" He answers you, resuming his torture of excitement and denial.

"Please...please...make me cum...Stolas I beg you..." you murmur your plea with a broken voice.

"As you beg me so kindly, my dear....I cannot not oblige gladly your request" he reply with a grin as he thrusts deeply and finally you feel the wave of the orgasm coiling into your belly and washes over you. You repeat his name like a prayer as you ride your high, shuddering. Hard spasms let your walls clench around his cock. He groans, grabbing your tights as he moves at an erratic pace searching for his release.

"Please Stolas...mark me with your seed..." you beg candidly.

Your words and your blissful expression are his demise: with a low growl he tighten the grip on your tights, leaving on your pale skin bruises, and he came, roughly and copiously.

Panting, he leans slightly towards your face.

"Oh little one...I'm going to have so much fun with you..." he whispers with a devilish smile on his lips as his eyes glow bleakly

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ¬𝐯¬

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×A/N×

Hi! ^^

I'm here with the headcanons with Mark again! Next time I really want to make the another one with Nathan! :D

Btw, I'm sorry for I made this so short :c

But I hope you'll like it!💕

(And don't forget, you can write requests to me! ^^

×❢ About my work ❢×

so much smut, for any gender, include sex toys, fingering, at the end there's some fluff, a bit of teacher student realitionship

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Mark Jefferson

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(The picture is not mine!)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Do It For Me by Rosenfeld

“Take off your clothes Give me your trust Look me in the eyes and Confess your lust Get on your knees Beg me to stop I promise I'll love you if you do it So do it for me”

• Funfact: The Aries' sensitive parts is their face and hair :)

• He's a sadistic type

• With him, you’ll orgasm at least 3 times

• He slowly takes off your clothes

• "You look fantastic, baby!" • After you, he takes care of himself

• He makes bruses on every part of you

• He will definitely tease you

• Because he loves to see when you being teased by your favourite teacher

• He bites, tease, use his finger so great, man, can he do more? 😳

• (Yes, he can. :） )

• He loves your sounds, your taste, your body, he loves you

• Very, very much

• He knows your sensitive parts

• Of course, he always make sure about you get comfortable, and be safe

• Even with these, he always watches over you

• He is still wants to let you know that you're important to him

• He loves it when you touch his hair

• "Is this feels good, baby?"

• The place is his bed

• But it can also be his or yours desk

• or the Dark Room

• "Scream my name, baby!"

• If he wants to be rough and faster, he'll do it

• But if he wants to go slow, deep, he can do that too

• About the toys, he definetly will use handcuffs and blindfold

• And if he really wants to make you suffer, he will use vibrator too

• He can't live without your kisses

• He likes to surprise you ;)

• He will make you beg and sream for him

• And he loves it when you do it

• "You can't cum without my permission. Sorry, baby."

• After you came, he will definitely take a picture of his masterpiece

𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 (¬v¬)

• After sex, he takes a long shower with you

• He will say so many that he loves you

• Because he does

[random-fandom-chaos]

PLEASE read!!

hi:) Welcome to my blog!! Here is what I’m trying out! Also. my asks can be used for memes and random things in your day you wanted to share. Not just my fandoms

Hi :) so I’m a veryComplicated person…AND, I’m going to TRY out writing fanfics…These are my hyperfixations (Currently)

characters (And fandoms) I will discuss (Like you can talk to me about them) and write for:

Hamilton:

-ALEXANDER HAMILTON

-AARON BURR

-ANGELICA SCHYLER

-THOMAS JEFFERSON

-SAMUEL SEABURY

CRK:

Pure vanilla cookie

-Clotted Cream cookie

-Dark cacao cookie

-Hollyberry cookie

-financier cookie

[My older cousin does smut so don’t worry she is of age to write it so don’t be afraid to ask and I don’t read it, ask in DM’s and she will answer there privately.] Remember, i Lowkey suck at writing and almost never use tumblr…Unless I’m bored and it’s the middle of the night but other than that I don’t really use it…SO WRITING THE FANFICS WILL TAKE TIME!! The only thing I won’t do is Ped0files or a Child x Adult romantic..Btw thanks to

@yanderecookierunkingdom

@reeedvelvet

and other fanfic writers (I forgot about your handles, sorry). I follow that Inspired me to start writing myself!!! Feel free to ask for fanfics, Even if you’re a fanfic write yourself-)

(BTW, if there are Typos please don’t judge me- I’m still a person! And VERY busy in school :/ SRRY IN ADVANCE!!)

I will do character x character

AND

character x reader

(I forgot to add that!!!)

(and I forros to add another fandom…)

Splatoon:

-Marie

-Callie

-Marina

-Pearl (both the regular and drone!)

Btw I also just added:

I will write:

FLUFF ANGST

[older cousin will write]

SMUT

also please ask!!! Please don’t hesitate or be shy as you can use Anon. Please even if others might find it weird you can ask cause I don’t find anything weird when it’s fandoms!!

[prsrott]

PRSROTT - SEMI-CANON DIVERGENT, PRIV, NATHAN PRESCOTT FROM LIFE IS STRANGE / framed by shadow — follows from @/vortexclu8 & 18+ only. triggering content ahead. rules, verses & info below ꩜

RULES / INFO :

i’m shadow, and i go by he/it/zombie pronouns. trans man, 19 and gmt. i’m typically most active mid week and at night!

18+ only! due to nathan’s nature, attitude and language no minors will be interacting with this blog. if you do, or you don’t list your age, you will be blocked. i am 19 — turning 20 soon and don’t want kids interacting with him because of the dark topics discussed. 18+ being said, i will not write smut under any circumstance.

general dni criteria applies : homo/transphobic, sexist/racist etc. if you ship anything fucking weird or gross ( p-do/inc-est/non-con etc ). zionists fuck off. also non-rp blogs please don’t interact thank ya.

this blog will deal with heavy subjects and insensitive language, nathan can be crude and may throw cruel terms around, some of the content warnings will be : mentions of kidnappings, drug use, overdoses, suicidal ideation, references to self harm, manipulation, murder, general violence & trauma. all of these will be tagged.

my nathan iteration is somewhat alternate from lis canon. he’s transgender, however this is not disclosed in blackwell — but it is important for some of his character studies and internal monologue. he deals with internalised trans/homophobia and craves any kind of male validation, hence his preppy, misogynistic shell, learnt from his family. he deals with issues of suicidality, drug/alcohol dependency, anger issues and self harm. this will not be discussed in too much detail unless discussed beforehand and tagged. he did not kill rachel amber. jefferson did with drugs nathan supplied, nathan saw, and was coerced into joining his dark room through his mental break, he’s manipulated into believing he did kill her. however, he often tends to forget rachel is dead in the first place due to the trauma being blocked out. he is still responsible for working with jefferson, but he is only used for drugs and transportation, nathan has never actually killed before. this is disputed canon, but it’s what i go with in my writing. this is not to excuse or say nathan is innocent either — just that it’s more nuanced.

I’M EXTREMELY PRO AU AND OCS ! i love interacting with ocs and making new aus, and although i may not be the most active in conversations, please feel free to infodump and talk about them, especially during plotting so i can get a good grasp on your character(s) !

i will use icons but i am always writing on my phone. i cannot see my format in desktop so i do apologise if anything looks funky.

i’m not the most talkative, but i’m genuinely always open for plotting, just be patient with me ! my replies can take a day to a week or so during high activity.

i am OKAY with shipping but it’ll need to be developed healthily overtime once our characters click. it won’t be straight away at all due to nathan being a hard muse to get to know and easy to anger, distrust and instability.

VERSES :

main verse : a puppeted protégé — during life is strange. nathan is working with jefferson and his typical self. can be set any time along the timeline, before rachel, during rachel’s death, during the game with max. age 18. HIGH ACTIVITY.

secondary verse : the stains won’t leave my hands — alternate life is strange au — nathan manages to get out of jefferson’s manipulation early and gets him arrested. nathan is getting psychiatric help and is recovering. still guarded and sharp. age 19-upwards. HIGH ACTIVITY.

triad verse : bound to your namesake — original game premise au where sean prescott is involved/aware of the storm and knows about jefferson. the prescott family is involved in darker, more cryptic behaviour. the town of arcadia bay is destroyed by the storm with only those having the prescott bunkers surviving, leaving sean to become a kind of cult leader to the town — more supernatural and horror-orientated. age 18-upwards. SELECTIVE / MED ACTIVITY.

quad verse : time seems to end — set during the alternate universe in ep 3, where max is the ring leader and nathan is a friend of hers. wears blue. his ‘healthy’, kinder version where jefferson doesn’t get to him. cut connection with his dad and lives with his sister. both the most unusual and nicest verse. however he’s… stuck with another issue… age 18-upwards. SELECTIVE / MED ACTVITY.

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general info overview tba !!

[elismor]

Getting to Know All About Me

A BUNCH of folks tagged me for the Nine People You'd LIke to Get To Know Better game...and some others for a longer version...Imma condense to one post.

Last song stuck in your head: The theme song from The Jeffersons. (Don't ask...I have no idea why either. But fish don't fry in the kitchen and beans don't burn on the grill.)

Favorite dinosaur: Triceratops

Last mode of transportation: My car.

Fluff/smut/angst/crack?:  Yes to fluff and yes to [some] smut for sure. I do love to get dark and twisty, too...but whump is very much not my thing and I have enough existential dread in my own life--don't want it in my fic, thanks. Crack? Mmmm.... probably not.

Pet status: oh LAWD yes. 4 dogs, 3 cats, 2 horses, 1 pony

Current temperature where you are: 63.9F/17.7C in my office

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. My legal name is a portmanteau of my two grandmothers' and my used-to-be-middle-now-hyphenated-into-my-last is for my great grandmother.

2. When was the last time you cried?

September 25, 2022.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

Varsity tennis and volleyball. And horses since I was 5.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Is the Pope Catholic?

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

If I am people-watching, it's the way they walk. If I'm in a store, it's something they say.

7. What is your eye color?

Quite blue.

8. Scary movies or Happy Endings?

Neither? IDK. If I had to pick one, I would go with happy. But what I really like are natural endings.

9. Any talents?

I am good with animals and have a somewhat green thumb.

10. Where were you born?

On the shores of a Great Lake. Well. In a hospital. But it was like 3 blocks from the lake so....

11. What are your hobbies?

Galloping across the countryside in fancy dress, photography, writing.

12. Do you have any pets?

See above. LOTS of them.

13. How tall are you?

5'9.5" or 1.76 meters

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school it was English. In college it was Physical Anthropology.

15. Dream Job?

Listen. I do not dream about working. I dream about travel and walking out hounds and riding horses and writing novellas on rainy days. I work to pay the bills and it's always been that way for me.

I am going to low-pressure tag-back everyone who tagged me, since I combined two games...maybe do the one you haven't already?

@blirzy, @loverboy-havocboy, @anstarwar, @hawthornsword, @lizardberries, @marbled-polecat, @bilbosmom-belladonna

[myfearless-love]

Too Well Tangled (Chapter 12/21 - "From Brawls to Blueballs")

Chapters: 12/21 — "From Brawls to Blueballs"

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Arthur (Once Upon a Time), Knave of Hearts | Will Scarlet, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Mad Hatter | Jefferson

Additional Tags: Captain Swan - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Regency, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, BAMF Emma Swan, Angst and Romance, Banter

Summary: Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness." His past, a stormy mosaic of rejection and rebellion, has forged a man both feared and revered. Yet, the indomitable Miss Nolan proves an unexpectedly formidable opponent for his infamous charm. But when Killian's reciprocated passion lands them in a scandalously compromising, and very public, predicament, Emma is left with no recourse but to demand satisfaction...

Previous chapters: ch. 1 II ch. 2 II ch. 3 II ch. 4 II ch. 5 II ch. 6 II ch. 7 II ch. 8 II ch. 9 II ch. 10 II ch. 11

READ HERE: AO3 or FF.net

Preview:

HUGE thank you to my amazing beta @xarandomdreamx for always catching my mistakes and leaving me smiling with her comments!!❤️

Tagging some folks who might be interested:

@anmylica @elfiola @zaharadessert @gingerchangeling @undercaffinatednightmare

@jrob64 @teamhook @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @mie779

@winterbaby89 @tiganasummertree @stahlop @rylieblu @ultraluckycatnd

@eddisfargo @booksteaandtoomuchtv @laianely @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke

@beckettj @whimsicallyenchantedrose @captainswan-kellie @veryverynotgoodwrites @lfh1226-linda

@snowbellewells @caught-in-the-filter @shady-swan-jones @bluewildcatfanatic

(Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (21-27 Jan 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Cat Person (The_She_Devil) - 72K, shrunkyclunks - Bucky's the SHIELD agt tasked with bringing newly defrosted Steve up to speed on the 21st century - there's really hot sex in a secluded cabin PLUS feelings. All around deliciousness.

😊 Dark Carnivals: Modern Horrors and the Origins of American Empire (W. Scott Poole, author; Enrique McGavin, narrator) - interesting, edifying, depressing. Not as much discusssion of the films as I expected/would have liked - like 70% rundown of USian imperial activities of the last two centuries, 30% horror/scifi film discussion. [In hindsight, should have read this in text, as there were passages I really wanted to highlight/quote and the narration was…weird. Voice sound & tone was OK but there were lots of bizarre pauses. Sometimes when reading a quotes from a notable figure, the narrator did do some very credible imitations of Clinton & Reagan.]

😍 Waking Up Slow (odetteandodile) - 44K, shrunkyclunks - single dad Bucky, living in a isolated lighthouse in Canada, finds an amesiac, just-thawed Steve Rogers washed up on his beach… (reread for stucky bookclub, forever fave!)

😊 for a good time, call… (EvanesDust) - 46K, sterek, omegaverse fake-dating - solidly enjoyable

😊 Maurice (E.M. Forester, author; Peter Firth, narrator) - read this for a discord book club, can't believe I hadn't read it before & it's been 30 years since I watched the movie. Forester's language & turn of phrase is amazing.

🥰 And My Love Life Waits for Me (Bittersweet_in_Boston (author); Alaskan_Outsider (artist)) - 62K, shrunkyclunks soulmate fic - satisfyingly enjoyable, not nearly as dark as the tags might make you think

💖💖 +190K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Own Me series (nrnyx) - TW: Jordan/Derek /Stiles, 62K (series) - Stiles gets picked up by husbands Jordan & Derek at the club and what starts as a very hot one night stand becomes so much more. Very werewolfy omegaverse stuff. Hot quality smut but also action-y plot!

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Goncharov (berlincorpography) - Goncharov (1973): OFC / OFC, 6K - very clever & funny fic featuring disaster lesbians, film criticism & academia

Once Upon a Time (softestpunk) - The Sandman: Dreamling, 14K - just so soft & warm, pure delight! They're both single dads! Falling in love! Dream is a children's librarian!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - s8, e5-10

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Not All Who Wanda Are Lost" (s21, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "I Wanda'd In" (s16, e3)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

What Next: TBD - Have Algorithms Ruined Our Culture?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Whimzeyland

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Delta Tamales

Today, Explained - Frosty the Tesla

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Slowjamastan

It's Been a Minute - Benny Safdie on 'The Curse' — and performing goodness

Shedunnit - A Reading Life

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Oscar Nominations

Switched on Pop - Kali Uchis takes on the world

Today, Explained - Modi’s temple grandstanding

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Cord Jefferson

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Bayou Park Cistern

Code Switch - What happens when public housing goes private?

ICYMI - The TikTok Joy of Mychal the Librarian

Vibe Check - Heavy Negro Sigh

Culture Gabfest - True Detective’s Coldest Case Yet

Ologies with Alie Ward - Carcinology (CRABS) Part 2 with Adam Wall

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Giant Spectacle in Goffstown

Films To Be Buried With - Vincent D'Onofrio

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Tteokbokki

Off Menu - Ep 218: Jada Pinkett Smith

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Into the Huluverse

Endless Thread - The schism at the end of the tunnel

Dear Prudence - My Husband Stopped Using Soap and He Stinks. Help!

⭐ 99% Invisible #567 - The Double Kick

You're Dead to Me - Pythagoras

It's Been a Minute - South Africa's case for preventing genocide in Palestine; plus, why people love cults

Today, Explained - Music’s Pitchfork in the road

99% Invisible - Roman Mars Describes Chicago As It Is

Hit Parade - The Bridge: The Number of the Nominees Shall Be Five

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Folk Radio • Chill

Pop Radio • Downbeat

Dive Bar Karaoke

"Unholy" [Sam Smith & Kim Petras] radio

Essential New Wave

Melanie Radio • Familiar

My Mix 4 (Jimmy Buffett, Gordon Lightfoot, Jim Croce, Eagles)

[a-lake-of-fire]

Things to expect

If the one you want isn't on here, feel free to ask! Send in asks anyway! Please!

Marauders

Wolfstar

Jegulus

Rosekiller

Scream

Stu and Billy

Chad and Ethan

Pretty much anyone, I just prefer ships

Shadowhunters Chronicles

Anyone, mostly Malec, but if you ask for someone, you'll probably get it. I'm still reading The Dark Artifices, so you might not get that, but The Mortal Instruments or The Infernal Devices, yeah, you'll get it.

Stranger Things

Steddie mostly.

Maybe something with Billy, but that's not going to be canon at all.

Others

Somehow there's more that aren't enough for me to put in a specific fandom.

Simon and Wille from Young Royals

Jefferson (the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time, because the Hatter is my favorite Disney character)

Jason Todd (probably more Titans than comics)

Dick Grayson (probably more Titans than comics)

Finnick Odair (possible Peeta, but probably Finnick)

Marvel? Maybe?

Maybe some original stuff? If that's something you're interested in.

Fluff, angst, smut, you name it, it'll be here.

I will probably write for straight ships, but being gay and mostly writing queer ships, I'm a lot more comfortable with that.

I don't really do x reader stuff, but I've also never tried it. If I do, it will suck for a while.

I'm very insecure about my writing, so if I don't reply to comments or something, it's not personal, I just don't like reading my work. That being said, it'll also probably mostly be unedited.

[the-writing-pigeon]

Here is everything that I write for. When requests open, please remember that I have the right to decline a request if I feel uncomfortable.

Bucky Barnes (All Buckies included!)

Baron Helmut Zemo (All Zemos included!)

Peter Parker (College era)

Loki

Steve Rogers 

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff 

Natasha Romanoff 

Carol Danvers

Rocket (platonic)

Groot (platonic)

Sebastian Stan:

Charles Blackwood

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Lee Bodecker

Jefferson (Once Upon A Time)

Chase Collins

Max (Sharper)

"God" (Ghosted)

Micky Henry

Chris Beck

Chris Evans:

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Other:

Ghost (COD)

König (COD)

Heath Ledger!Joker

Father (or Doctor) Charlie Mayhew (Grotesquire)

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Lucian Vanserra (My favorite character 😍)

Feyre Archeron

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Mor

Amarantha

King Hybern

Tamlin (even though he’s a bitch)

Amren

Eris Vanserra

Female!Reader (All of my f!readers are AFAB)

Age Regression

(Both of above and below are completely separate and I know the difference)

DD/LG & MD/LG

Dark Stories + Dark Characters

Smut

Most kinks (I will specify what I do not write)

Fluff

Angst

Tropes

Non-Con/Dub-Con

Gore

Whump

Pedophillia of any kind

Degradation (unless in a darker fic)

Bimbofication

Bathroom stuff

Beastiality (Hybrids are ok!)

Sexual face slapping

Bathroom stuff (scat, pee drinking, ect.)

Bimboification

Any weird fetishes (Feet, race, sexuality, etc.)

Step-cest

Incest

Top!Reader

Male!Reader (I do sincerely apologize, I just can not get in that headspace)

RPF (Real people fiction)