#each day I play the role Of someone always in control But at night I come home and turn the key There's nobody there no one cares for me

[osnapitzjsa]

Y’all, I’ve been listening to The Bodyguard soundtrack and why is Run To You such a Benedikta song?! Like if you pay attention to the lyrics it’s like a song about her feelings towards Cid and now I’m all up in my feels T.T 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Stitched Together

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be so in love and so... ignorant of the roles you had to play, which lead to you breaking up. But that didn't seem to keep you away from each other since you now act as Bucky's nurse whenever he gets hurt.

A/N: Based off my mini fic here.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You were used to it by now. In the morning, you'd go into work at the hospital. The pediatrics unit was filled with light and color. You made sure to bring as much joy and light into the lives of the children you helped every day. Then when you came home, you'd do work for the darker side of life.

Bucky Barnes was born for this life. Being the first born son of George Barnes, the position of head of the Barnes Family was immediately his.

But growing up he didn't act like that life was for him. You would know since you two knew each other since you were thirteen. You grew up in the same neighborhood. It wasn't until you turned sixteen that you started dating. You knew who his father was, your own dad knew who his family was. As a detective, he told you time and time again that you needed to stay away from him. Being a hormonal and rebellious teenager, you never listened. You should've.

At eighteen years old was when Bucky killed for the first time. Because he was now a man, his father put him up in a cage fight with another man. It was kill or be killed.

He wasn't the same after. He began to push you away, keep things from you, act like a complete asshole.

Then enough was enough. You broke up with him and even though he hurt you, you never told your father the things Bucky told you. Especially after your father became the chief of police.

You two were ignorant with the roles you had to play in your youth, but reality hit you right when you became adults. You became the dutiful daughter of the chief of police, went to university to become a nurse. You stopped keeping track of Bucky's life, but would hear updates along the grapevine every once in a while.

You were there when George Barnes passed. Well, not necessarily in the room, but you were at the hospital when he passed. You were coming up from your break when you saw Bucky at the elevators. He looked upset.

"Bucky?"

He turned at the sound of his name, "Sw-Y/N. Hey."

"Is everything okay?"

"Uh, my dad. He-He had a heart attack. I'm-He-" you could see how distressed he was, so you pulled him in for a hug.

"Whatever happens, you'll be okay," you whispered in his ear.

He fell limp in your arms. You didn't know it then, but Bucky missed you like crazy and being in your arms again that night saved him from spiraling.

It's later that night that George Barnes dies. After everything he's done and been through, a heart attack was what killed him.

Karma, is what your dad said.

Despite the position George Barnes held, he was well-loved around the city due to him caring for the community. The streets were filled during the procession, your dad and his men keeping an eye out in case anything happened. You were also there for the funeral. You caught glimpse of Bucky and you couldn't breathe for a moment. He was clearly tired and you couldn't blame him, considering how things have been going for him lately.

Despite your father warning you to not make contact with him, you felt like you should.

"I'm sorry, again for your loss, Buck."

He gives you a tired smile, "Thank you again for showing up, Y/N. I-I know your dad probably didn't want you to come."

"He doesn't control every aspect of my life."

"Still. I really appreciate you being here."

"Of course. It's always hard when you lose someone you love." You would know since you lost your mother when you were young.

"Bucky," Sam, Bucky's right hand, calls his name and urges him to follow him.

"I gotta-"

"It's okay. Hope things aren't too stressful for you."

"Thank you. I'll see you around," he says as he departs. You didn't know just how soon you'd end up seeing him.

Three days later, to be exact.

It was late at night when there was a knock at your door. You hold your knife close as you peer through the peep hole of your door. Your eyes widen when you immediately pull the door open.

"Holy shit!" you whisper loudly as Sam drags a bleeding Bucky into your home.

"He didn't want to go to the hospital since we don't know whose people might be working there. So he told me to bring him here."

You guide Sam to your couch where Bucky slumps onto it, "Sorry, Y/N. I didn't know who else to trust right now." You turn on all the nights in your apartment and get a look at him. There's a stab wound in his shoulder. It looks like the bleeding slowed though.

You help Bucky out of his jacket and shirt. You apologize profusely for the pain he's going through.

He dryly chuckles, "You know, when I dreamt about you stripping me, I didn't think it'd be in this context."

You pause and look at him, "You dream about me?"

"You haunt my mind, Y/N." He must be delusional due to the blood loss. Before his father's passing, you hadn't seen nor spoke to him in years. There's no way he'd still be thinking about you after all this time, right?

"I'll be back. I need to grab my first aid kit." You rush to your bathroom and grab the small duffle of all your first aid necessities.

You also grab a bottle of vodka and hand it to Bucky, "Drink up, buttercup."

He frowns and looks at the bottle, "Thought you hated vodka."

"It's not my bottle. America left it from a party I held here," you mumble as you pull on some gloves and begin to clean around his wound. You work in silence as Bucky takes swigs from the bottle. Sam watches from the corner of the room, staying out of your way.

While you work, Bucky takes in your apartment. He takes in the pictures, the decor, the trinkets you have around. This is exactly how he'd imagine your place to be.

"Hey, still with me?" you ask as you begin to thread your needle.

"Yup."

"Okay. This might hurt-"

"Probably not as much as getting stabbed."

You can't help but snort a laugh as you get ready to start stitching Bucky's wound. He grins at the sound of your laughter and you see the sliver the Bucky you once knew.

For the most part, Bucky didn't make much of a sound while you worked. He just kept his eyes on you, taking in every furrowed brow, every twitch of your lip. After all these years, you are still just as beautiful as before.

His heart lurches at what's become of you two. You're practically strangers again after spending so many years apart. His own doing really.

Scared of what could happen to you as he fell deeper into the family business. That's why he behaved the way that he did all those years ago. He was protecting you.

Because after all this time, Bucky Barnes still loves you.

"Alright. We're done. How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy," he mumbles as he tries to sit up, but you keep him down.

"Then sleep. You and your bodyguard can stay here for the night."

The man in the corner snorts, "My name's Sam and I am not his bodyguard."

"Sorry, Sam, you and Bucky are free to sleep here for the night." Sam simply nods.

"You don't have to do this. If your dad finds out-"

"He won't. I won't tell him. And you're hurt, Bucky. Doesn't matter what you do or who you are, I can't, in good conscience, let you leave without knowing you'll be okay after this. Just-Just take this as me wanting to observe my patient for the night."

He settles further onto your couch with defeat, "Alright...you know you should've been a doctor."

"Didn't have the time or money to get my doctorate."

"I can help with the money-"

You shake your head, "It's fine, Buck. I'm happy with my job."

"Just..if you need anything, I'm here to help. That's what my dad for the people of this city and that's what I want to continue to do."

"I know. Thanks."

You stand, collecting your things, "I have some spare blankets, pillows, and toiletries. Lemme grab them."

"Okay," he says and watches as you walk to your bedroom.

Sam moves closer, "So that's her."

"Yeah."

"She's nice."

"Yup."

"And beautiful."

Bucky whips his head to Sam, glaring at him, "Watch it."

Sam holds his hands up, "I can appreciate a beautiful face, man. Besides, she's not yours anymore."

"You know how I feel about her."

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you." Sam says as he plops onto your sofa chair.

You come back with pillows and blankets in arms, "The couch is a pull out, soooo you two will have to share."

"Absolutely not."

"I'm sleeping on the floor."

You snicker, "Okaaay, uh, I have a couch in my room that one of you can take too."

Sam and Bucky look at each other and Sam immediately goes, "I call this bed!" he points to the couch that Bucky's laying on.

Bucky rolls his eyes and you chuckle, "Actually, I think I'd rather have you near me, Bucky, just in case you pull a stitch or start feeling pain again."

"If you're okay with that," he says with a shrug.

"It'll be fine," you respond as you help him sit up and then help him to his feet. He follows you to your bedroom where you show him the couch. You point to the adjoining bathroom, you can take a shower there. I already set out stuff for you and Sam."

"Thanks, Y/N. I really do appreciate it."

"Just doing my civic duty, Buck," you say with a small smile.

He clears his throat, "Yeah. Right. Of course."

"Oh!" you grab a pile of clothes and hold them out, "Here. They're my dad's for some of the nights he stays over."

Bucky can't help but snicker, "If your dad knew-"

"I know," you say with a playful roll of his eyes, "But he's not here and he won't ever know I'm helping you. So go, shower, be careful around your stiches. Call me if you need anything," you turn to set up Bucky's sleeping arrangement, but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you ask when you face him again.

He looks at you with soft blue eyes as he murmurs, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, "Go. Wash all that blood off you."

"Alright," he says and grabs the clothes, going into your bathroom. When the door shuts, you fall onto your bed to give yourself a moment.

A few days ago, you went years without seeing or hearing from Bucky. Now you've seen him twice in less than a week and it's throwing your mind in for a loop.

Hopefully, this will only be a one time thing and you two can go back to being strangers again.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 14 - Role Playing]

Pairing: Good Boy!JK + Mommy Dom!Reader

Genre: married life!AU, for the sake of the role play: forbidden love!AU, CEO!Reader, prostitute!Jungkook

Kinks: the trope of subby boy totally enthralled by his Domme, sex worker role play, sugar Mommy roleplay, he calls her both Mistress & Mommy, exhibitionism, handjob & blowjob in the car to the hotel room, he is so whiney and subby and pretty as she does it, orgasm control, cock rings, bondage gear which is also used later on, handjob in the hotel room, temperature play with ice cubes, slight food play, masochist!Jungkook, praise, nipple play, mirror sex, subby boy tears, suit kink (she wears the suit), creampie, passionate sex in Amazon Position with his hands tied to his legs, possessive talk, he is THE subby boy, loving & giggly aftercare, they're so in loVE!!!!

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: this is based on these two asks 💛 i love him so much holy fuck the drink feeding part ruined me KFADKSF actually everything about this ruined me, you have no idea. he is quite frankly, my ideal subby boy and i might need to leave this earth to go touch some alien grass or smth

Jungkook was told to wait at the usual spot. He arrived earlier tonight, so he has been pacing, asking himself whether or not you would come. You never stood him up before, but there is a first for everything. 

A few people pass him, paying him no mind. They would look at him weird if they knew what he was wearing under his oversized clothes. It was a dark gray matching set of baggy pants and a baggy t-shirt, hiding bondage gear under it. The harness was black in colour and made of the finest leather. It doesn’t hurt nor pinch, but Jungkook definitely feels it when he moves. 

He checks the time again. You should be here any second now. He feels a little breathless at the aspect. He can’t wait to see you. He knows that someone in his position has no right to feel this way, but he can’t help himself. You always treat him right, making sure that he leaves each session lightheaded. Sometimes Jungkook wonders if he should even feel this way as someone who gets paid to have sex with you, but he does. That’s what he is. Someone whose job is sex. He gets a call or a text telling him to wait here and there with the aspect of having to perform sexual activities for the person contacting him. There are a few he doesn’t answer anymore when they contact him and there are such he wishes they would contact him each night. Quite frankly, you are the only one he has such wishes for. It was purely professional at first, but then your gentle nature and immense sexual talent made him develop feelings for you. When he got the text tonight, Jungkook almost screamed in happiness. 

His excitement grows at the view of your sports car rolling up to him. He tries not, but still ends up bouncing on his tiptoes as he waves at you with a big grin. He can’t help himself. He is so, so excited.

The car you are driving is black and imported from Europe. It stops in front of him and the passenger window rolls down. 

“Hi, how are you?” he greets you cheerfully.

“Good. Get in”, you order, leaning over to unlock the passenger door.

Jungkook gets inside, holding his breath as you reach over his body to get the seatbelt. He squeezes his thighs together, gazing at your face. Your arm brushes against his chest, making his skin feel charged. Your scent so close is making his racing heart flutter.

The seatbelt clicks in place, you fumble with it a little to check its tightness. Once you are happy with it, you place your hand on his thigh, connecting your lips with the side of his neck in a long, sensual kiss. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes and parting his lips. His fingers instinctively grasp your hand, his hips roll up against nothing.

You end the kiss by sucking a slight mark on his skin, purring happily. 

“I missed your scent this week”, you rasp, inhaling him greedily. 

Jungkook moans, fucking the air again. He already feels lightheaded and it has only been seconds with you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed”, you purr and sit up. You abandon his thigh for the sake of grasping his chin gently, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “You look pretty tonight.”

“Thank, thank you” he barely gets out in a croaky whisper, feeling starstruck. 

You give him a faint smile and slip your hand away, gripping the gear stick instead to shift it into the right position. The car drives off smoothly. You keep both hands on the steering wheel until you successfully merged back into traffic, then slip your right onto Jungkook’s thigh. 

He inhales sharply, squirming on the seat. 

“How was your week?” you ask him, rubbing mindless circles into his skin. Jungkook dedicates one more part of his soul to you with each circle.

“Good.”

“Yeah? Had lots of work?” 

“I tried not to book too many.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because I knew you would call. I wanted to save myself.”

You scoff in surprise, “hah.” You tongue your cheek and glance at him briefly. “Tch”, the chuckle starts as a scoff. You turn on the radio and touch his thigh again. “You should be careful with the words you’re saying.”

The music you are playing is laced with the taste of sex. You definitely chose it on purpose.

Jungkook shifts needily, finding it difficult to breathe normally. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’m not the one who’ll end up crying tonight.”

Jungkook touches your hand. It was so needy in nature, drawing a knowing smirk onto your painted lips. 

You are wearing a suit and tie like always when you pick him up. The suit is grey tonight and you matched a white button up and a dark grey tie with it. The waistcoat is made of the same material as the suit, hugging your curves. You wear your hair in a professional manner and put makeup on. Jungkook is very attracted to you when you look like this. The amount of power and influence you exude makes him want to kiss every footstep you leave. 

You slip your hand to his thigh again. You are currently standing at a red light. There are cars all around you, painting your faces is a mixture of red and white lights. Jungkook spots the sparkles of diamond earrings in the light.

“Are you wearing the harness I told you to wear?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh back and forth. Jungkook tingles each time your hand brushes over his inner thigh.

“Yes, I am.”

“Show me.”

Jungkook glances around himself. You, who feels his hesitation, look at him.

“Go on. What are you waiting for?” you stress him. 

With a fluctuating pulse, Jungkook lifts the shirt over his torso, aware of the cars around you. 

“Mhm, how pretty”, you say dryly. “Good. Hide it again. We don’t want others to see what I pay for.” 

Jungkook makes sure that the shirt is tugged down neatly. His eyes meet yours. You are expecting something from him.

“Well go ahead, will you?”

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry”, he stammers and lifts his hips to pull down his pants, exposing the fact that he is wearing no briefs. His slightly hardened cock carries a cockring on its base. Glimpses of more gear going down his legs can be seen. 

“There we go. It wasn’t that hard. Get dressed.”

He obeys quickly, sitting back down with a way heavier cock than before. You are already fucking him without having to do anything. Jungkook is so deeply under your spell.

The traffic continues. You drive off, switching lanes after a while. It will take you around ten minutes to get to the hotel. 

You bury your hand in his pants and take a hold of his cock. 

“A-ah”, Jungkook lets out in honest surprise, gripping the edge of the seat as his entire butt lifts off the seat in a needy thrust.

“You know the rules”, you tell him and then no more words leave your lips. 

The only noises are the city around you. Other cars, your own car, the music on the radio. They fill the silence you create. Jungkook helps as well; in breathy gasps and shy whimpers he fills the car together with the slick sound of your hand jerking him off. 

Your eyes are glued to the traffic, you tap your unoccupied hand on the steering wheel to the music. It is as if you were completely unaffected by the situation and you definitely want to give off this vibe. 

Jungkook can’t mirror your state. He is done for. Your hand knows his cock so well, touching him exactly where it feels the best. He goes from soft to rapidly hard from only a few strokes, meeting your touch in needy thrusts.

Truly the contrast is way too delicious. You, completely stoic and calm as you steer through traffic and Jungkook, utterly ruined and panting with shaky legs as he completely forgets that traffic might actually see him. 

You stop at a red light again. Only two more to go before the hotel. You look at him. 

His head is thrown back, his mouth agape and his eyes closed. What a beautifully arousing sight to see. 

You tug his cock out of his pants and use the moment of wait to steal a taste. You sink him in completely, purring around him. 

Jungkook moans. There is no way in hell he would have stayed quiet. Not when you bury him in your tight throat and send vibrations through him with your voice. 

Two more purrs then you slip off, sucking on him hungrily the entire time.

Blop.

You slipped off, licking your lips as you straighten back up. Jungkook whimpers, chasing you with a sloppy cock and throbbing balls. He is leaking so much precum, base stretching out the rubber cockring.

The red light switches. You drive off, playing with his precum by rubbing his cockhead with your thumb. Jungkook is almost louder than the music at this point, head now resting on the spot between the seat and the window and back arched. 

You don’t acknowledge him, steering your car with one hand. You have to switch lanes one more time and then you are already where you need to be. You do so calmly and safely all while your hand closes around his tip again to jerk it. Quickly, as if you were vibrating around him. Jungkook’s legs begin shaking, he drags out his moans, squeezing his eyes shut to the point they crinkle. 

The car rolls to stop again. The red light, the last one before you take the driveway to the hotel. You lean over and sink him back into your mouth, slurping deliciously as you move your tongue as best as possible.

“Mistress!” Jungkook wails, reaching up to twist the seatbelt. His other hand grips the head rest, dimpling it deeply. He is mewling so much, throbbing in your mouth constantly while you messy him with sloppy oral. 

You moan and purr deeply, enjoying every second of his cock, every fucking inch. You swallow him to the base, crying no tears nor feeling the need to gag because you stopped having such reactions years ago because in reality, your lives were flipped once. 

This right here, tonight, is nothing but pretend between a loving married couple. Jungkook has never been a sexworker before nor was he ever paid to have sex with someone. You have no interest in being a CEO nor for you to pay him for sex. In reality, you were once the one he paid after a long day of being CEO until you fell in love and started a life together. One thing however will always be true. Your roles of power. Jungkook will always be your sub while you will always be his Domme. Even in this roleplay tonight. You are both so into it that it feels real. Right now Jungkook is the prostitute who should be used to blowjobs but who is currently losing his control while you are the hungry CEO needy for the taste of her favourite prostitute. You can’t get enough of him, but alas the traffic continues. 

You slip off messily, letting your strings of saliva slap down his cock. You pick them up with your hand, using their slick to jerk off his cock. Jungkook barely wants to stay in his seat, pressing himself into the door wall.

“Mo-ommy ple-please”, he sobs, scrunching his face. He lets out the most devastating noises afterwards, twisting the seatbelt.

You ignore him, ogling the hotel in the near distance. You are so turned on. It’s difficult to drive at this point because of it. Jungkook turns you on so much. His noises are like ecstasy to you. 

“Pl-uh-ease”, he wails and fucks your fist, moaning sweetly as his body shakes against his will. He does it repeatedly, having found the magic spot. 

Your pussy is literally throbbing. If you weren’t so good at pretending that this left you cold, you would already be panting like a dog. 

You roll into the parking garage of the hotel, searching for a parking space while beside you, Jungkook is coming closer and closer to an orgasm. He is squeaking so perfectly, fucking your fist like the neediest bunny ever. 

You find a parking spot, driving into it backwards and with one hand. The motor turns off with a low purr. Jungkook hasn’t noticed that you came to a stop, arching his back from your touch. 

One you retreat now that you are standing. 

“No” Jungkook hits his head against the window and writhes, “I was so close, no please.” 

“We’re here. Get it together.”

Jungkook barely peels his eyes open, looking at you all sniffly and pouty.

You, now gripping the steering wheel with both hands, cock your brow at him.

“What?”

“I, I was close.”

“And?”

He whimpers weakly, “it hurts.”

“How terrible. Don’t worry, we’ve got time. Tell me a little about your day.” 

“What?” he breathes.

“Your cock. It’s way too hard. We’ll stay here till it’s soft again.”

Jungkook mewls, squirming his hips.

“Your day. Tell me about it.”

“I, I thought of you all day.”

“You did?” 

“And all the days before that too. I missed you.”

You haven’t been home for five days for the authenticity of the roleplay. You stayed in this hotel, giving him no calls nor texts. You can’t deny that it didn’t make you want him in more ways than one as well. 

“You missed me?”

“So much. Oh god so much”, he pulls a face of desperation, rolling his hips up, “I’m so hard, oh god.” 

“I can see that. Are you not gonna ask me how my day was?”

“I’m sorry, oh god, oh. Did, did you have a good day?”

“Yes it was good. I had way too many meetings, but I kept getting distracted.”

“Why?”

“I thought of you in all of them although I shouldn’t have.”

“You did?” 

“Mhm, I did.” 

You unbuckle the belt and get on your knees, using your new position to lean over him with one hand on the window. It fogs up from your body heat. He gulps, feeling fragile and weak in your presence.

“Why is that, mhm?” You ask him, studying his flushed face. “I’m merely paying you. It should mean nothing to me and yet...” You trail off, studying his glossy lips. You speak no more thoughts, tracing his lips with your messied thumb. 

Jungkook licks it instinctively, moaning in submission as his big, brown eyes gaze up at you. Every other night, you would be kissing him right now. But not tonight. You sit back and glance at his cock. It has softened a little. Barely, but you are feeling impatient.

“Perfect. You’re good. Get dressed”, you say and leave the car, rounding it in confident steps. 

Jungkook tries to sit up straight, stuffing his cock into his pants. It is very difficult to do because he is still very hard. 

You open the door for him and offer him the hand which, moments ago, was around his cock. 

Jungkook gulps, accepting it so you can help him get out of the car. You are wearing dress shoes because driving in heels would be reckless. Jungkook sees no difference, worshiping you with his big eyes. 

You close the door and lock the car, letting the keys slip into the inner pocket of your suit jacket. 

You take his hand.

“Follow me.” 

He obeys, following you like a good little puppy even if walking with a semi is very difficult. 

Your hotel room is on the twentieth floor. You don’t talk in the elevator, having your back turned to him as you stand right in front of him. Your pinkie fingers are hooked however, letting Jungkook float on cloud nine. He missed you so much this week, despite not being allowed to, and it feels so good to know that you missed him too. That you craved to be close to him as well. Fuck, the lines between professional and unprofessional are so fucking blurry between you and him. 

You step closer to him each time other people enter the elevator, making sure that he is covered from their eyes. He may be walking around with a hard-on but this is still your hard-on to look at. No one else is allowed a glance at it. Not even on accident.

By the time you reach the twentieth floor, Jungkook is leaking into his pants. You take such good care of him. Your overprotective and almost possessive nature makes him want to become your personal little plaything. Seriously, tonight he would be happy living a life in a cage if that is what you think is best for him. You wouldn’t even have to pay him for it. Being close to you, being yours, would already be payment enough for him.

Like always, you booked the biggest suit. Only the best for your favourite prostitute. That’s what you told him when you first led him to your room. Jungkook gazed at it with sparkling eyes back then, not believing his luck. He wasn’t used to such riches and luxury because his other customers take him to motels or fuck him in their cars. You are different. Of course you are. 

“Welcome back, am I right?” you lead him inside with your hand on his lower back.

Jungkook thanks you with a bow of his head, which makes you roll your eyes at him fondly. He is too polite for his own good. 

You were lonely before you met Jungkook. Life as a CEO is busy and hectic and leaves little room for personal relationships. You had influence, you had power and you had money but no one to share it with. No one to spend it on. So you looked for it on dating apps first, but never found what you were looking for. Then one night you stumbled upon the website he was on. It was a website where people could offer their bodies sexually for payment. Back then, you booked him solely from his description. 

Lean, fit male sub with good stamina and expertise. Heterosexual but very open. Dark hair, brown eyes, five inches hard and can keep it up for long. Not opposed to anal. Kinky. Keeps it professional. Payment in cash only.

Maybe you could spend your money on him, you thought back then. You may not find love, but at least your needs will be met.

If only you knew that he would be waiting for you. He with his pretty face and his prettiest eyes, with his cute moans and perfect body, who always has something adorable to tell you and who is so, so polite. He made the loneliness go away and you wanted to spend your every fucking penny on him.

Like always, you lead him to the bed by his hand and sit him down on the foot end of it. Jungkook glances at the ceiling briefly, gulping heavily at the sight of the big ceiling mirror. The indications of what it means makes him shift needily. 

“Sit properly.”

Jungkook straightens his back and presents his hands palms up on his thighs, “sorry.”

“Mhm.” You give him a little smile. “Now that the real fun is going to start, let’s hear our safety rules.”

“The handjob wasn’t part of it yet?”

“Obviously not. Just wanted to examine my product a little.”

Jungkook moans, back slacking in defeat.

“Sit up.”

He shoots up instantly, blinking his eyes shyly.

“Good. Tell me the rules.”

“Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday. Yes, I want this. Please Mistress, please I really want this.”

“Good. You’re being so obedient tonight. I like this”, you praise and turn your back to him to disappear in the room next door. 

Jungkook waits patiently even if he is a mess. His pants are sticking to his cock. He wants to be with you so much that it hurts not to be. 

You reappear with two flutes of sparkling water. 

“Are you thirsty?” 

“A little.”

You hand him one flute, keeping the second. 

“Thank-” he gets stopped in his endeavour of drinking with two fingers grasping his chin.

“Eyes on me.”

He obeys, struggling with it when seconds later you place the rim of your flute against his lips. You tilt his head back for him, tilting the glass with it. 

“Drink.” 

Jungkook obeys, closing his eyes sensually as you feed him the sparkling water. It tingles on his tongue, wetting his dry throat. He gulps and swallows hungrily, moaning softly. 

You feel so parched, watching him drink from your hands with your lips parted.

“That’s it. Drink”, you rasp, gulping with him. The last few drops roll down his chin messily. The glass is empty. You pull it away and wipe the water from his chin. 

Jungkook flutters his eyes open, keeping them half-lidded as he gazes up at you droopily. His lips are parted, he is breathing heavily.

“How was that?” you ask him with your voice raspy in arousal. 

“Good”, he croaks.

“Sorry that I got you a little messy”, you apologise, rubbing his chin.

“I didn’t mind”, he whispers, gazing at your lips. He wants to kiss you. He hangs on your every word. You fed him water, but in reality, you fed on his soul instead. With each gulp, each cold drop which ran down his throat because of you, he gave you parts of his soul. What a cold, addicting deal you sealed with this act.

“That’s good. Your face is so pretty, it would be a shame if I messied it even more”, you say and straighten up, leaving him to crave something he knows he can’t have. Your sweetened kiss.

You take the flute from his hand and drink from it as you walk to the table to set his empty glass aside. You finished half of it when you return to him, swirling it in your hand casually. You put ice cubes in your water, they clink against the glass as you inspect him.

“Undress.”

Jungkook obeys quickly, sitting down on the bed afterwards. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable being naked in front of you. On the contrary. Being so exposed while you are still in your expensive suit turns him on.

“Shit, you’re so fucking handsome”, you murmur under your breath, licking the rim of the glass mindlessly. 

Jungkook gulps, wishing that he could switch places with the glass. 

“What do you think of the weather lately? It’s been too hot, hasn’t it?” 

Jungkook is a little confused about your sudden need to talk about the weather, but he still nods his head obediently, “yeah, really hot.” 

“Mhm, I agree”, you murmur mindlessly and poke your fingers into your flute of water to fish for an ice cube. You keep it between three fingers and connect it with his neck. 

Jungkook gasps, shivering. His skin is covered in goosebumps instantly, his breath quickens.

“I’ll cool you off a little, yeah?” 

He keens a soft “mh-hm”, nodding his head. It is difficult to keep his eyes open when you make him feel so good. His skin is very sensitive to temperature and you know that. The ice cubes are like cold electricity to him, charging him with so much pleasure that he already wants to cry. He cries easily when he is with you because you always make him feel so good that it’s a little overwhelming.

You guide the ice cube along his collarbones to the other side of his pretty neck. Jungkook follows the touch with shivers running down his back. The ice is actively melting as it touches his skin, leaving behind dripping trails of water. You let them sit on his skin, enjoying the sight of them glistening in the lights. You switch hands because it got too cold for you, using your cooled fingers to grip his chin and tilt his head up.

Jungkook sighs audibly, parting his lips. The ice cube traces the shape of them. He dares not to stick his tongue out, regretting it blissfully when you stuff the small ice cube into his mouth without warning. He mewls and gurgles, curling his tongue to keep the ice inside.

His little struggle makes you chuckle and wipe the water from his lips. He gulps the melted water down, mewling just for you.

“You’re so adorable”, you say and push at his chest.

He falls back, gasping at the impact. His eyes lock with his own reflection instantly, flustering him. He looks to the side.

“Keep your eyes on yourself.”

He obeys even when it flusters him to look at himself like this. Not in a bad way, but in a very arousing way. His hair is messy, his lips so pink from the ice. His neck and collarbones match in colour. Jungkook feels himself reach up instinctively, looking at himself oh so submissively. Look at him. He is such a good sub. Oh god, this is such a turn on.

He is so preoccupied with looking at himself that he doesn’t even notice you crawling on his lap until he feels your weight on him. He tenses up, eyes flitting to you.

You are still dressed, but took off your suit jacket and rolled up your sleeves. The view steals his sanity. You sit right under his cock, making him crave you more than air.

“You’re being such a good boy for me”, you praise him and lift a new ice cube into his vision. “Look at yourself, okay?”

He nods his head, obeying instantly. You connect the cold ice with his neck first, guiding it down to his chest this time around. Each second makes him feel breathless. Watching it pleasure him makes it even harder to bear. It feels so good, reaching its peak when you circle his nipple with it.

“Ah”, Jungkook moans loudly, arching his back into your touch as his fingers grip the sheets and twist.

“Eyes on yourself.”

He obeys, trembling under you.

“Gosh, look at you. Are you already crying?”

“Feels so intense”, he whimpers, barely able to look into his eyes, “Please can I close my eyes? It’s too intense.”

“Of course it is”, you state matter-of-factly and circle his other nipple with it. “You can’t close your eyes.”

“Pleaseeee.”

Jungkook mewls through gritted teeth, arching his back again and twisting the sheets. His cock throbs, leaking on his tummy. His neck is tensed. He is so fucking pretty like this.

“You’re such a pretty man”, you purr, giving his overstimulated nipples a quick break by guiding the almost melted ice cube through his abs. The goosebumps on his skin refuse to leave, the skin around his dark nipples is pink and tender. “So fucking pretty, it’s insane.”

Jungkook closes his eyes. He can’t do it anymore. The praise is too much.

“Hey”, you warn, tugging on his cock once.

Jungkook instantly fucks into your fist, making the neediest noises. The pleasure is so warm and good for two seconds and then burning cold pierces his cockhead as you press the ice cube against it, letting it melt there. In his panic, he opens his eyes, looking at you pleadingly. His noises let you know that this right now hurts in a good way.

“Eyes open. I thought my instructions were easy to follow.”

Jungkook pants and whimpers, writhing under you.

“I know it hurts, but I need you to learn that disobeying me will end in punishments.”

“Please”, he sobs.

“No. No begging. Why did you do it mhm?”

“It, it felt too good. Almost close, I mean, almost ca- cum. Oh god please”, he writhes, throwing his head to the side, “it hurts so much.”

“Well, are you sorry?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry!”

“And are you gonna keep your eyes open?”

“Yes! I’m sorry, I will!”

“Good boy”, you praise, releasing him of his torture by finally opening your fist around his cock. You slip the tiny ice cube between your lips, letting it melt there with a delicious hum. “Mhm, tastes like you.”

Jungkook glances at his cock. The spot where the ice cube was pressed into it is purple from the cold. Of course you spot it as well, rubbing your thumb into it and sending such pleasure through his body that Jungkook almost throws you off from how aggressively his thrusts his hips.

You can handle him, taming his shaky thighs with little struggle until they are pinned under you again. You close the rest of your fingers around his cock to continue where you left off in the car.

Jungkook yelps up in ecstasy, throwing his head back as far as the mattress allows him to. Eye contact with himself is so difficult, but you told him to obey. He can’t disappoint you again. What if you tell him to never come back? What if you stop calling him? He can’t risk any more slip-ups, not when his entire existence is at stake.

Your hand is quick and skilled around his shackled length, forcing his legs to shake under your weight. It feels so good and Jungkook cries as he looks at himself. Not only has it been too long since he last felt your touch and this makes him cry, it is also to view of him which brings tears to his eyes. He is yours right now. Your pretty sub spread out on the sheets while you have your fun with him. He is so happy to be yours. Even if it is only for a few hours.

“I’m yours”, he croaks, feeling your hand falter around his cock.

“What did you just say?”

“I’m yours”, he is looking at himself as he speaks, “I’m yours. I’m only yours.”

“My little star… I’m paying you to be here. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No”, he cries tears, “no, I’m yours. Please, I’m yours.”

“No, Jungkook”, you choke out, dropping his cock for the sake of taking his face between your hands. Your face replaces his view, sending tears of worship down his face. He loves you so much and you have no idea that he does. Your eyes are foggy, your pupils dilated. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I do. I’m yours, please Mistress.”

For just a second, your eyes mirrored the deep feelings Jungkook experiences when he is with you. For just a second he had the reassurance that his words are reciprocated. And then you break away from him, leaving his lap.

Jungkook feels too defeated to sit up. He lies in the sheets, crying little tears in the aching realisation that he is nothing but your product right now. You said it yourself. You are paying for him like you would pay for more milk in the store. The view of him would have probably hurt him irreparably when he didn’t suddenly feel your fingers twist the straps on his legs. He lifts his head, meeting your hungry stare.

“Legs up.”

He obeys, bending his knees and resting them on each side of his torso.

“Arms down.”

He obeys, presenting them to you as  you clearly want to make use of the bondage gear. You open the clasps on his calve belts, hooking it in the ring on his wrist ties. Like this, Jungkook is forced to stay in the folded, open position. He feels so exposed and vulnerable like this, wishing for whatever you wanted to do to him.

“Comfortable? Do you like this?” you make sure.

“Yes, so much.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been hard with the cockring on?” you ask him.

“I, I don’t know”, he stutters, barely able to bring his voice over breathy gasps.

“I think it’s time we take it off, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t answer you, but it is okay for you.

“Promise me to be a good boy and hold back, okay?”

He nods his head vigorously, throbbing in your hand.

“That’s what I’m paying you for. Such obedience”, you praise and unbuckle the leather strap around his cock.

You can literally feel his cock throb in relief and how it grows so much harder in your hand. Pearly drops of pleasure leak from him. They are dangerously close to being white. The noises Jungkook makes and the utter bliss on his face lets you know that you aren’t that far off with your assumptions. 

“Look at you. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhhmhm”, he mewls, nodding his head vigorously.

“Good”, you say and drop his cock, denying him of heaven.

Jungkook keens, writhing as best as his constricted position allows him to.

“Please, oh god please”, he begs, but to no avail.

You step back, falling back into your stern role. You begin undressing. Jungkook tries to watch you as best as the position allows him.

Your vest falls to the ground, your tie is opened, your shirt is unbuttoned and tugged out of your opened slacks within seconds. You pull said slacks down soon after, abandoning them on the floor alongside your panties. You keep the shirt on, climbing onto bed with the tie between your fingers.

“Eyes on yourself.”

Jungkook obeys, barely catching his breath. He wiggles his hands, coming to the blissed realisation that he can’t move them very much.

“You think you know what you’re talking about?” you say to him and bend over him to guide the tie behind his neck.

Jungkook gulps, gazing up at you with a dizzy head. With skilled fingers, you knot the tie and wrap the excess fabric around your hand two times so it sits snug in your tight fist. A makeshift leash to keep him close.

“You think you want to be owned by me? What do you even know about me? I pay for your company, do you truly think you would want to be with me willingly?”

“Yes”, Jungkook breathes, tilting his head closer in devotion.

You tug, helping him with the movement with the tie around his neck. Your eyes are burning in a dark fire. If you could, you would probably devour him with just a look.

“Don’t say promises you can’t keep.”

“Please, I could serve you so well.”

“No you couldn’t. I’m fucking twisted.”

“I’m flexible.”

An honest laugh rips through you. A glimpse of his love shines through the pretend persona you are performing tonight. Jungkook giggles, scrunching his nose.

“Fuck, you stupid noodle you”, you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

Jungkook’s heart flutters unbearably. He loves you so much.

You clear your throat and shake your shoulders to get back into character. 

“Don’t think that I agree with you just because you made me laugh. I’m an asshole. I earn too much money and decide to spend it on obedient boys like you.”

“I don’t care. Please.”

You grind your teeth and darken your eyes. You know that you can’t change his mind. At least not with words. You straighten up and reach between your bodies to take his cock between your fingers. Jungkook’s breath speeds up.

“Eyes on yourself.”

He obeys.

“That’s it. Watch how your face changes when I sink it in”, you order him, slipping down on his cock. You are on your knees as if you were fucking his ass, but instead you are milking his cock in your tight cunt. The movement is the same, forcing Jungkook’s toes to curl in ecstasy.

His eyes go out of focus but stay locked with his own reflection. Your name slips from his lips, carrying proof of how good it feels for him.

“That’s it. Keep looking at yourself. Watch how you look when I fuck you”, you growl, twisting the tie around his neck as you rail him senseless. The position feels incredibly stimulating to you. His cock naturally grinds against your clit and rubs against your g-spot. The power you have in this position and the view of his big body folded into such a tiny shaking mess does the rest. “Watch how it would look to be owned by me. Is that what you want?”

“Yes”, he moans, “yes, yes, yes, yes please, yes.”

“No you don’t. You don’t want to be mine. You don’t want this”, you growl, fucking him harder to the point the bed shakes.

Jungkook rips his mouth open, rolling his ankles and tugging at his restraints. His lids are so heavy that he barley sees out of them. His face is flushed and his nipples erect. The back of your head is in his view as well, just as the shirt punching up on your lower back is. As is the grey tie twisted in your fist and the marks it leaves on his neck. He doesn’t get it. How could he not want to be yours when he has never looked better before? So destroyed, so marked and ruined. So fucked.

Jungkook arches his back as best as possible, getting pinned down instantly with a strong hand on his hip. He throbs inside you, leaking way too much pleasure on your velvety walls. The strength on your grip makes your shirt stick to your muscles visibly. Jungkook goes insane at the view, finding it difficult to look at the mirror. He wants to roll his eyes back and go brain dead. Please.

“I would break you. I would fucking use you up until there is nothing left of you. Don’t you get it? I’m greedy. In every aspect of life. You think being kind made me CEO? No, I take what I want and ruin it in the process.”

Whatever you are saying is only making Jungkook want to be yours more and more. He shows you his devotion with high-pitched moans and tears spilled only for you.

You tug at the tie harshly, forcing his head to lift. Your breath brushes against his lips. Jungkook closes his eyes, chasing your kiss.

“You would hate him in the end”, you whisper.

“So why are you fucking me raw?” he croaks out.

“Fuck”, your hips stutter before picking up a punishing speed, making it difficult for both of you not to orgasm, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Please”, he squeaks, “kiss me.”

“We shouldn’t be…”

“Kiss me.”

“We shouldn’t …”

“Kiss me, please.”

“We…”

Your lips finally touch. You each moan into the other’s mouth instantly, breaking apart together. You drop the tie so you could cradle his face while Jungkook shakes his restraints and fills you with gushes of sticky cum. Your throbbing, tight pussy milks even more out of him, sending him to another planet because there is nothing better to him than sharing a high with you.

Once you come down together, your lower faces are messy from the sloppy tongue kissing you did and your heads are both pounding. The lipstick you once neatly wore is smeared all over your faces.

“Holy fuck”, you croak, dropping your sweaty forehead against his equally as sweaty forehead. You are panting for air, Jungkook is too.

Your pussy keeps his cock warm for now, but it will only be a matter of moments that it slips out on its own.

“Holy fuck, Kookie”, you breathe.

Jungkook whimpers, spilling happy tears with closed eyes and his body floating on the warm afterglow. You never called him like this before. It was filled with so much love. You feel the same for him. Jungkook cries in realisation.

“Why me? I pay you to get fucked by me. It’s nothing but money. How could you possibly love me?”

“Because you’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Fuck”, you twist his hair gently, pressing your forehead closer until your noses are squished slightly, “don’t say that, I might never let you go again.”

“Good. Don’t let me go.”

You chuckle softly, finding enough strength in your ruined body to tilt your head so you could kiss his forehead.

“How about I’ll take you to Hawaii first? All expenses paid.”

“You would do that with me?”

“Of course, my baby star candy.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open, looking up at you.

“Yes, please take me far away from here.”

You give him a smile, Jungkook retorts it.

“End scene”, you say, face morphing into your real expressions.

Jungkook breaks into giggles instantly, squirming under you happily.

“Wow mommy, you made us a-actually be together in the end. I’m so happy, this was so romantic”, he says, spilling tears.

“You’re such a cutie, gosh”, you wipe his tears. “Did you like it? I know you love happy endings.”

“I loved it so much. Oh my god, I’m so happy. This was so much better than I could have ever imagined it to be.”

“Hm”, you chuckle, pecking his lips, “you’re such a cutie, I’m gonna eat you. I would say that this roleplay was a total success. I felt so immersed in the scene with you.”

“Me too. I actually forgot that it was just play. You were so good in your role.”

“What should I say? You were the best.”

“All I did was whine and cry.”

“Exactly, you were the best.”

He giggles shyly, wiggling his arms. You snicker, wiping the messy hair from his face. Your eyes are spilling over in adoration for him. 

“Mommy, can I be untied? I really want to hug you.”

“Of course, Bunny baby.” You say, slipping off of him. You and he are talking as you free him of his gear. “I’m leaking everywhere.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I came a lot. I didn’t touch myself this week, just like you told me to.”

“I knew that you wouldn’t, you’re my good Bunny after all. I really fucking missed you this week. I gotta be honest, the handjob in the car was not part of my initial plan.”

“It was so hot, oh my god. I had to work so hard not cum.”

“I could tell, you cutie.” You rub the tender skin where the leather belts lied. “Are you okay? Your skin is a little red where the straps were.”

“I’m okay. I’m not hurting anywhere. Oh my god Mommy, when you put the ice cube on my dick, I actually cried. That hurt so much.”

“Did you like it?”

“So, so much.” He shivers in memory. “I’m shivering just thinking about it.”

You smile, getting off bed to get something to wipe you and him down. He lets you work while he lies in the sheets totally chatty and happy. You listen to him with a content smile on your lips. He always gets chatty after you fucked him right.

“And when you fed me the water, I felt drunk. Please do that again one day, it was such a turn on. The mirror on the ceiling is so hot. Oh god, I can’t believe you picked this room and, and made me look at myself all the time. It was so difficult because it was so hot. Wow, thank you so much for everything.” He sighs, smiling goofily. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Bunny”, you say and lie down on your side next to him, rubbing his tummy.

He rolls his head to you, grins and flips to his side so he could bury you under him in a strong bear hug. He makes the cutest sound effects, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You laugh loudly, hugging him back as best as possible.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’re such a polite cutie, my Bunny.”

“I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy too.”

“Mhmm”, he kisses your neck and inhales deeply until he can’t anymore. Afterwards he exhales against you, tickling you with it. He lifts his head, giving view to his pretty, glowing face. “Should we get room service and watch a movie?”

“I would love that. Also, this hotel offers a really cool couples spa treatment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I read about it and knew I had to tell you once you’re with me again.”

“We have this room till tomorrow right?”

“Yup. Wanna book the treatment?”

“Yes please”, he says and squeaks as he hugs you tighter in another surge of love. “I love staycations with you so much, Mommy love.”

“I love them too, Bunny love.”

[crystallilytarot]

MDNI 18+post

Choose an earring! Your sex life after marriage.

(if you don't want to get married, but want a long term relationship, this can still have some messages for you)

Pile 1

I feel some of you maybe will wait until marriage. Or if not, than your sex life will be more adventorous maybe after marriage. One person here feels a little more traditional when it comes to sex. The other can be a little more passionate, maybe even more experienced, but they are very patient, they will be gentle and understanding with everything. One person can travel a lot, but when you meet again, your night will be very passionate. You can travel together a lot too. If you want to have kids, that period of your life won't be a lot of sex, when the kids are very young. But it's understandable, and after you will be passionate with each other again. If you don't want kids, than it's about the traveling, you can be a little lonely that times, maybe you will move with your partner a few times too, life can be busy, but after that you will find each other again. Chemistry works very well between you two. Even if you don't want kids, a little pregnancy or breeding kink can be here, or something to do with your juices. Definitely intense orgasms.

Pile 2

You will be even more kinkier probably after marriage. It's very free, playful, you want to try everything. Dominant and submissive roles can be switched, if you want to try that. Someone can be a little bratty though, and the other person feels more dominant, or more like to be in control. I think one of you is a little older than the other. You can play fight with each other, can be a little jealous sex too. I think it's more like a roleplay, not real. A little bondage, blindfolds. Some sexy lingerie, can be clothes for roleplay too. Sexting during the day, you will go full crazy about it. I think you will travel together a lot, maybe doing it in the nature, camping, a picnic, I think you will do it a looooot. Except of course, there are some busy times in every people's life, but you both are creative, and like to do it. You will like each other's body always. And don't worry, love is here too, not just lust.

Pile 3

Oral is very important here. I think even if you don't have time to a full session, you can still do some oral to each other. A good morning oral can happen. Someone likes cowgirl position very much. Roles can be switched, or can be that sometimes you will do some harder things, sometimes it's more gentle. Some of you can have a little pain kink, or just like to do it a little rough. Your partner feels very responsible, they will go slowly with everything new, and if you are not in the mood or anything, they will understand it. I think a little bondage can be here too, or something like that, maybe shibari, maybe something like a hard kink. But I think it's more like experimenting, trying something new from time to time. Your partner seems like they are okay with some love making too, but if you will go rough that night, that will be wild.

[shirefantasies]

Hello! 👋 Your work is amazing! I was wondering, how do you think the LOTR characters would interact with their companion/crush who has a loyal dog/wolf companion? How would the dog react to the characters? I just like the dynamics between people and animals. Take care!

SUPER OLD REQUEST I’M SORRY!!! Hmmmm interesting 🤔 I'm a huge animal girlie, though it's cats for me hehe! Love imagining my faves with animals omg 🥺

LoTR Characters + Your Loyal Canine Companion

Aragorn

✧ As someone who bonds with animals, he understands immediately and feels a sort of trust toward you because you respect other living things.

✧ He approaches the beast with great caution, near-reverence, offering a tentative hand. It is your turn to smile as your companion warily accepts, butting its head into his palm as he whispers gentle encouragement in Elvish.

✧ With your permission, takes it out tracking, curious to compare skills and see how the beasts of the world are truly made for their roles in a way even the greatest ranger cannot be.

✧ He sees firsthand the way you trust each other, move in battle as if carefully choreographed, and remarks how truly lucky you are.

✧ It moves your heart to see Aragorn’s grin one night when your companion practically knocks him off his seat by the fire.

Legolas

✧ You can see the surprise coloring his eyes before he actually speaks, the way they trace your motions and the furrow of his brows.

✧ Fearing it is judgment, you cross your arms and bite out a “Don’t tell me- an elf who’s not one for beasts?” Calm as anything, he replies in a tone dripping with wonder that he has never seen one so in tune with the world of nature, and at that, in the face of his satisfied smile, your jaw and tone drop.

✧ Naturally, your guardian is completely calm in Legolas’s presence, regarding him with a politely cocked head and an inquiring gaze sated by the elf’s hand upon its head.

✧ Legolas sees the way it curls up in the dirt at your feet, shakes his head and takes one of his blankets, wrapping the fabric into a nest for it.

✧ You catch him having a race with it one day, claiming with great merriment that the dwarf bet him he was slower than the animal.

Boromir

✧ Chuckles deeply at the sight of who trails you, shaking his head in wonder. “Don’t you two make quite a pair?”

✧ Asks right away if he can take the beast hunting, saying he envies you such a great hound.

✧ This leads to Boromir sitting at your side and recounting grand tales of Gondor’s best hunts, idly stroking the beast at your feet as he reminisces.

✧ He loves tossing sticks for the dog/wolf, amusement and peace clear upon his face as he opens his arms to the returning canine. “I could get used to this.”

✧ Your companion serves as an avenue for him to admit his feelings, starting with telling you your home must truly be a happy place with such a beast in it.

Gimli

✧ You probably meet because your companion goes bounding up to the dwarf at once, all but knocking him over. “Control your dog or I shall have to!” We all know, of course, that he is all talk.

✧ It surprises you how friendly your guardian is with a stranger, but his merry chuckles are quite infectious, bringing a smile to your lips.

✧ When you begin your travels together Gimli builds up a teasing friendship with the canine, playfully arguing with it as it noses against him for the meat he is eating and he shoos it, only to sneak a bit down anyway.

✧ Can be a bit rough with play sometimes, but you know your beloved beast can handle it, especially if it’s quite large, then they are evenly matched! Sometimes they all but wrestle in the dirt, tug-of-war somehow having turned much more silly and personal.

✧ Knows your companion’s name, but still always calls it Laddie/Lassie.

Frodo

✧ “How did you come by this creature?” Frodo is the only fellowship member to ask questions rather than whisper to themselves, and you appreciate that, telling him the story one night.

✧ Since then, the young hobbit offers plenty of secret little smiles your way and you ask for stories of his people in return.

✧ When the weight of the ring gets heavier Frodo finds himself curling his fingers through the fur at the top of the beast’s head idly, bringing him that much closer to reality’s solid ground.

✧ He even finds a special form of companionship in the moments anxiety overtakes him, your canine friend sensing his unease and draping itself upon him like a warm, heavy blanket.

✧ Grateful is an understatement. Frodo tells you in a soft voice that he doesn’t know what he would do without you two by his side.

Sam

✧ Before he even has a chance to get defensive your companion melts for him, warming up to the hobbit like none you’ve ever seen.

✧ The way they take to each other surprises you, Sam keeping aside bones from the broth to give it and your guardian taking circling Sam just as seriously as with you.

✧ Maybe it has something to do with the way Sam looks at you, the awe glistening in his eyes and the way he says your name like he isn’t worthy of it, though of course he’s the most worthy of the whole lot.

✧ Uses your companion as a sort of proxy to say things to you he’s too shy to say to your face, telling it how amazing its owner is and the like.

✧ Refers to the wolf/dog as Miss or Mister partially because he thinks it’s funny and usually says it in a jolly voice but also so you know how much respect he has for it.

Merry

✧ “Well, I haven’t seen a dog this big since outside that bar in Bree! What’s his name?”

✧ Sees your companion as a pet, which though not entirely wrong creates a more playful dynamic between them once they both understand neither is a threat.

✧ Merry can’t help bursting into laughter the day he knocks you over in a sparring match, only to get peeled off you by a massive wall of canine. Keeps laughing once they both unfreeze and he gets licked, trying to roll back up and away from the new attack. “I was going to ask if he knew any tricks, but no need now it seems!”

✧ Retaliates by finding the ‘sweet spot’, scratching until your canine friend kicks his legs like they do!

✧ Opens up to you one day, remarking how he wishes to be half of such an in-tune duo in battles and in life. Not that he doesn’t love his cousin, but he craves a different kind of companionship, one you assure him he could have with a fond smile on your lips.

Pippin

✧ Peers at you with the round eyes of complete shock, having seen nothing like you in his Shire days.

✧ Keeps the beast plenty occupied letting it run after him, tearing giddily around the camp once he sees you keep friendly company.

✧ He makes the mistake one night of extending his spoon for your guardian to sniff, only for his morsel to be stolen. Pippin cannot help a laugh, though, and a glittering look your way. “He likes to eat as much as I do, I see!”

✧ You cannot help softening at the fire one night upon looking over and seeing that the hobbit has fallen asleep, his head resting gently against the soft side of your wolf/dog.

✧ Definitely sees your companion as a way to get to know you better, asking plenty of questions and getting close to the canine in hopes to earn a place by your side, too.

Faramir

✧ Lives by a sort of silent oath to question but accept. Thus he asks why you travel with a beast, but listens to your reasons with firm nods and the beginning flicker of an understanding smile.

✧ Offers his hand very tentatively, having had his touch rejected or struck against many a time, but when the dog/wolf nuzzles against him he looks at you with joyous pride that melts you.

✧ That little interaction has you wanting to bring the two of them together, some inexplicable invisible string tugging you closer to Faramir by the heart.

✧ You let him feed your companion, indulge in a game of fetch, and in between it all make some conversation yourself. Amazing, really, all the knowledge Faramir has and he is equally impressed with your prowess in nature.

✧ Faramir always tells you how you remind him of great heroes from the stories he grew up reading with his brother.

Eomer

✧ “Who is this,” he teases you with a smirk, “your mount?” “No,” you shoot back, “though he is sure leagues more loyal than yours.”

✧ Challenges you to a competition, a challenge of hunting between him and his horse and you and your beloved canine. You win, and he accepts, offering pats to its head.

✧ Ever the tease, Eomer dubs you the Lord/Lady of Dogs, but you know by his smile and the glint in his eyes that he means it with affection.

✧ Invites you on patrols of his land’s borders, saying he trusts you both to get the job done.

✧ Suddenly he keeps talking about taking in a dog of his own so yours has a sibling, more and more thoughts along that vein invading his mind…

Haldir

✧ Fears your companion will slow the party’s orc tracking down, especially as many members utilize the cover of the trees.

✧ Allows you to do as you please, though, his soft spot evident in the way he shuts down any and all whispers about the group’s most unique member.

✧ You can see it, too, hear it in the way they speak warily of your fellow hunter, but you will not be parted. Instead you prove them wrong as your fierce defender takes down several of your quarry on its own.

✧ Haldir himself commends you both, offering a tentative hand to your newly shared ally and smiling up at you as it is accepted. Something different flashes in his eyes alongside the almost shy look.

✧ “Truly, how much less exciting my life would be without you in it…”

Eowyn

✧ Astounded by the way you two communicate, it is as if you truly do understand each other. She questions it, asks how this can be.

✧ Takes you by the horses, curious if your harmony spreads. She smiles at the way you interact with them, but it is clear just from that that the bond with your companion has been forged over years.

✧ Absolutely ready to fight to get a suit of armor made for your canine friend complete with a helmet and all of Rohan’s motifs of course!

✧ “After all, we much protect such beauty, no?”

✧ Playfully dangles things in the air, giggling whenever your canine guardian leaps for them and smiling widely at you.

Arwen

✧ Kneels down and whispers something in Elvish to it the moment she sees trepidation in its eyes, calming your companion immediately.

✧ It fosters a sense of trust between you and the woman, whose side you kneel to, tangling a hand in your canine's fur next to her.

✧ She is reminded, of course, of Huan, Oromë’s most famous hound and wonders if your beast could even be his descendant.

✧ Fair and just, Arwen quickly falls into the circle of people your furry comrade protects, chuckling deeply when it growls at the next set of people joining you as visitors to Rivendell. She speaks gently to it, asking it with a teasing tone how it still feels such unease in such a place.

✧ She knows you feel like an outsider sometimes and works to correct that, constantly telling you you have such strength and a place in the world- even Rivendell with her if you so desire.

Elrond

✧ Looks taken aback by the large form that follows you, brows raising at the creature entering his home. He hesitates, makes to hold it back, but when you insist you both go or neither the elf somewhat grudgingly nods.

✧ Used to odd patrons as he is, Elrond reminds himself that he welcomes all and asks politely for the beast’s name.

✧ Studies up on its origin if he is not already aware, trying to determine if this is an ordinary wolf/dog or one with any ties to the land’s magic.

✧ He sees your companion charge into battle at your defense, risking its own life, and with a nod of pride rushes in to save it from its own sacrifice.

✧ From then on Elrond regards your guardian as an equal of sorts, stroking its head in passing and speaking to it as if it could understand him.

Lindir

✧ Goes to comical lengths to step away from and avoid the massive canine at your heels when first he meets it.

✧ Possibly even asks if it’s safe, has fleas, etc. but immediately retracts and offers pats when you glare at him for it. Finds himself smiling despite himself at the feeling of the soft fur beneath his hand.

✧ You’ve seen dogs that howl as their owners play instruments? Then you know exactly what it is I am saying. The kick Lindir gets out of this is astounding; he can’t even be annoyed.

✧ Jokes that you’re hiding a composer under the guise of a hunter.

✧ Takes to the idea of further training, seeing how such an intelligent creature could learn to open doors and fetch items, considering such a use for helping Rivendell’s infirmary patients and those struggling with loss of motion or senses.

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[moonmaiden1996]

Butler's Bride

Some requested this ages ago, but I forgot to post it till now.

The nights grew colder, the wind harsher as autumn settled over the Phantomhive manor, painting the grounds in deep reds and browns. You had come to work here at the insistence of your father, who saw nothing more than a powerful alliance in your role as the manor’s herbalist and healer. Hidden behind the guise of a mere servant, you blended potions and mixed spells, weaving remedies for Ciel’s asthma and carefully protecting your brother’s health from afar. Yet you knew the real reason you were here—your father’s relentless pursuit of power, a way to bind you to the Phantomhive name, by your work. The bitter irony was not lost on you: even now, he attempted to control you from a distance.

Each day passed in a haze, with you performing your duties and forcing yourself to ignore the weight of Sebastian’s gaze, which seemed to settle over you at every turn.

Sebastian watched you intently, his fascination growing with each spell you cast, every whispered incantation that passed your lips. But fascination was only the beginning. As he studied you from the shadows, he felt the first hints of something darker and more dangerous—a need, primal and consuming, that had been growing since the first time he saw you in that moonlit clearing, casting spells in the depths of the forest. He had seen countless mortals succumb to love, to obsession, but this—this was something more, rooted in the twisted hunger of his demonic nature.

You moved through the manor as if you were a ghost, performing your duties with eerie grace, speaking only when necessary. The cold distance between you both drove him mad, stirring his possessive instincts as nothing else had before. How could you deny him? You belonged to him, and he was prepared to make sure you understood that.

One night, as you poured over ingredients in the dim warmth of the manor’s hidden apothecary, you heard the soft rustle of fabric as Sebastian entered the room. You didn’t bother to look up, focusing instead on the delicate powder you were adding to your potion. His presence was as familiar as your own heartbeat, lingering in every dark corner, in every shadow. He’d likely come to observe you yet again, standing too close, always watching.

“What are you working on this evening?” he asked smoothly, voice a dark caress in the quiet room.

“An infusion,” you replied curtly, the cold bite of your words clear.

"For the master, or for someone else?” His voice lowered, edged with something unspoken, and a shadow of a smile played on his lips as he stepped closer, his gaze never wavering from your face. The air around you grew heavy, charged with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“For my brother,” you said evenly, your fingers tightening around the vial in your hand.

“Ah, your brother,” he murmured. “Always so fiercely devoted to him. Yet… if only he could see that perhaps you could do more for him if you were to accept the power you would gain at my side.”

You turned to him, something sparking in your eyes as you met his gaze. “I will never be your puppet, Sebastian,” you said, your voice low and defiant. “You may have twisted my father’s hand, but you will not twist mine.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. He stepped closer, so close that you could feel the unnatural chill radiating from him, a reminder of what he truly was. “Puppet?” he echoed, his voice sharp. “I think you misunderstand me. What I want is far from control. I want a partner—a true companion. I want you to choose this of your own free will, to choose me, and to bind yourself to me. But if I must, I will claim you by any means necessary.”

“Claim me?” You scoffed, even as his words sent a shiver down your spine. “I am not some prize to be won, demon.”

His expression softened, though his eyes remained intense, unwavering. “It’s true—you are far more than that. You are a force, wild and untamed, like magic itself.’’ his gloved hand danced across your cheek as he spoke. “That is why I seek you as my bride. Do you think I would look twice at someone who cowers, who lives in fear? No. It is your defiance, your strength, that calls to me. But we both know that you cannot be free of your father’s influence without someone powerful enough to keep him away.”

The words settled over you like a dark promise, wrapping around your heart and soul. As much as you hated it, he was right. Your father was a cruel, calculating man who had already made it clear he would go to any length to control you, to use you for his own ends. Marrying Sebastian had already reduced your father’s hold over you, giving you enough freedom to protect your brother. Yet, his influence lingered, a shadow over your life that you knew wouldn’t fade unless you took drastic action. If Sebastian truly meant what he said, he could be the final step toward severing that connection forever.

“And what would I gain by accepting this arrangement?” you asked, refusing to give in without a fight. “If I’m to be your bride, as you call it, what would I receive in return?”

Sebastian’s gaze softened, his hand reaching to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the possessive darkness that lingered in his voice. “Protection,” he replied. “Freedom from your father’s tyranny. A place where you can practise your craft without fear, without the constant worry that he might interfere. And,” he added, his voice lowering, almost a whisper, “the opportunity to harness your power as no one else can. To truly live as you are meant to.”

You held his gaze, studying him with a silent intensity, weighing his words against the reality of your situation. There was a hint of something in his eyes—a vulnerability, almost, as though he were offering you a part of himself. In that moment, you realised he was not lying, nor was he manipulating you. In his twisted way, he meant every word. Sebastian Michaelis wanted you, not as a pawn or possession, but as a companion, a partner bound by blood and darkness.

"And my brother?” you asked quietly, your voice softening as you began to relent.

Sebastian inclined his head. “He will be under my protection, as I promised. And if you ever wished for him to come to the estate, I would see to it myself that he is safe and cared for.”

A long silence hung between you, the weight of your choice pressing down on you. Accepting him would mean aligning yourself with a demon, with darkness itself. But refusing him… refusing him would leave you forever vulnerable to your father’s influence, shackled to a past that would haunt you until it destroyed everything you loved.

Slowly, you reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his in a silent acceptance. His grip tightened almost immediately, as though he feared you might slip away, but when you looked up into his crimson eyes, you saw a glint of something else—a depth of desire tempered by respect, an acknowledgment that you had chosen this path willingly.

Sebastian’s lips quivered into a smile, a dark satisfaction spreading across his face. “You are mine,” he said softly, his voice a promise, a claim that resonated with both pride and reverence. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, a touch both tender and possessive. “In darkness, in power, and in blood.”

For the first time, you felt a strange warmth settle in your chest—a feeling of neither love nor hatred but something entirely different, something born of choice and fate intertwined. You had accepted him, this demon who saw in you not just a woman, but a partner equal to his power, equal to his darkness.

As you gazed into his eyes, you knew you had made a pact not with a man but with a force beyond comprehension, a promise woven into the very fabric of shadows. And though it was not love that bound you, it was something else, something fierce and unbreakable, something that would endure beyond life and death itself.

You were no longer merely a witch or a sister—you were his bride, his chosen, bound to a demon who would do whatever it took to see your power fully realised, to see you free. In him, you had found a strange kind of freedom—a dark and twisted liberation that would shield you from all who sought to control you, all it cost you was your hand in marriage.

Please like, comment, or make a request. I am hoping to write more spicy Sebastian stories in the future

[sl-ut]

Hello there ;)! I have a smutty Agatha Harkness x reader request ☺️😈 so Agatha eating Reader and Reader is exhausted after coming but Agatha wants to continue, she gets impatient and makes a magic strap appear that she can use on reader

when in westview

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

description: agatha’s gonna be in westview for a while, so why not take advantage of her apprentice’s memory loss? (set around wandavision ep.5)

warnings: SMUT!!! (mdni), swearing, unspecified legal age gap, reader is under mind control, THIS IS ENTIRELY CONSENSUAL, no use of y/n (for once lol)

words: 2.8K

date posted: 3/3/24

Agatha really didn’t think she would be stuck in Westview for this long. Sure, she knew it would be a few days for Wanda to come up from her own mind control, but she really wasn’t expecting to have to play babysitter every other day. She barely made it to the end of each episode without breaking out of her role and just using her powers to dig into Wanda’s mind and force her to figure things out. 

The only consolation that she had was the fact that she was able to bring her apprentice into the Hex with her. Initially, she’d intended to leave her behind, but the young woman is just as hard headed as her master and refused to let Agatha away from her for even a minute, even if it meant that she would be under Wanda Maximoff’s mind control. At least Agatha was able to take her out of it for a few minutes at a time, but did it very conservatively to avoid causing too much stress on her brain. 

Instead, she found some comfort in knowing that she was just next door in the small blue bungalow, always up bright and early to tend to her flower beds and fending off all of Westview’s finest bachelors, all vying for a chance to take the finest (and only) bachelorette in town, all blissfully unaware that she spent every other night with her face pressed into the silk sheets of the married woman next door. 

Ralph was collateral, of course. At first, she’d considered letting him out in public, but after spending just a few minutes in the house with him she’d decided to send him off to be locked in his own little dweller, ready to perform when needed. At least others knew he was there, all she needed to do was say his name once or twice an episode and that was that. Plus, she was actively spouting about how lousy he was, so it made more sense why she was spending any time that she wasn’t undermining Wanda’s magic with the her young, single neighbour, always wandering over for a cup of sugar that took them far too long to dig out of the cupboard. 

She sort of liked this version of her apprentice. Not as much as she liked the real her, but it was almost cute to see how innocent Wanda had made her; she was ditzy, in a cute way, she was so friendly to everyone, and it was hard for Agatha not to enjoy her doe eyes staring up at her all teary and sweet sounds of pleasure falling from her lips. She was everything that she wasn’t in real life, and though Agatha wouldn’t give that up for the world, she knew this wasn’t permanent and thought of it as a bit of roleplay to spice things up rather than a loss of someone she cared about. She liked the way the house was always spotless, and how she was constantly dressed in dresses you might only see in vintage catalogues (except for when she was weeding her constantly immaculate garden, of course), and how could she not like the constant variety of baked goods she had in her home? She’d almost growled at one of Wanda’s boys for reaching for a second cookie one time. 

It was also nice that she didn’t ask questions. One of the reasons that she had initially wanted to leave her behind was that she was too damn nosy. Was she a good witch with plenty of potential? Yes. Was she a hard headed young woman that didn’t know how to follow directions? Also yes. Agatha knew that she would somehow end up getting in her way, and she couldn’t risk her letting something slip to Wanda. Agatha was able to do her job with her around and not have to worry about her going off and accidentally ruining her plan.

Like now, as Agatha muttered to herself as she hunched over one of her many spellbooks in her basement, she hardly even noticed the padding of bare feet coming down the stairs, nor did she notice the sheet-covered figure creeping up behind her until the sheet extended around her as she curled her arms around her waist. Agatha sighed, leaning back into the embrace and revelling at the feeling of her bare breasts pressing against her, only Agatha’s own shirt acting as a divider between her back and the perky nipple that had undoubtedly hardened due to the cool temperature of the basement. 

“Aggie,” she whined, chin coming to rest on her shoulder. 

Agatha smirked. She’d insisted that she call her that, not liking when she called her Agnes (though, as far as she was aware, that was her name), but she also couldn’t have her going around referring to her as Agatha. 

“Come back to bed, it’s late.”

The brunette turned her head to peek at the girl, “I know, I know. Thought I could slip away for a few minutes, guess I forgot how needy you are, huh?”

She turned her head down and playfully sunk her teeth into her shoulder, only pulling away when Agatha barked out a stern hey!

“Go back to bed, sweetness,” Agatha pressed a kiss to her temple, “I’ll be up in a minute.”

Those doe eyes appeared, and Agatha knew that she was gonna miss them when they were both back to normal, “You promise? You’re not just saying that to get rid of me?”

Agatha snorted out a laugh, “Please, I know you’ll be back if I’m not up there in ten.”

“Would you make it five if I told you I’m not that sleepy yet?”

Agatha raised her brow, “Again? Was three times not enough for you?”

She shrugged, “Four might do it. Or five…or six.”

Agatha was quiet for a moment, an uncharacteristically adorable pink hue covering her cheeks as a very detailed image of her body filled her mind, how practised she was in giving Agatha exactly what she wanted, her figure easily malleable under her touch. 

“I’ll be up in five.”

Five minutes had come and gone three times over by the time that Agatha finally made her way out of the basement, rubbing at her eyes as she adjusted to the brighter lighting of the kitchen. She shook her head as she came across the limp, abandoned sheet near the top of the stairs, chuckling as she scooped it up and continued to the bedroom. 

She could easily tell what was going on inside before she even pushed the door open. She could easily make out those desperate whines and whimpers of pleasure that she’d been so well acquainted with, even before coming to Westview. Agatha remained in the doorway for a moment, silently taking in the sight before her and thanking whatever gods or beings that had allowed her to witness such a thing.

She was laying horizontally on the bed, her head pressed into one edge on the mattress as her body spread itself width-wise, her feet planted and curled into the opposite edge. Her head was tilted to the side, eyes closed and lips parted to release her little sighs, back arched and hips grinding into her own fingers with an unsteady rhythm. She’d been pampered by Agatha, scarcely having to resort to such a thing without her partner present, so much that the scene was almost pitiful to watch–she seemed inexperienced, brows sitting low over her eyes and the corners of her lips curling down in frustration as tried to mimic Agatha’s movements with her fingers, not to mention the pathetic sounds leaving her lips. 

Finally taking pity on the girl, she made her presence known, “I see you’ve taken it upon yourself to start without me?”

Her eyes snapped open, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her features before it was promptly replaced by another doe-eyed look of feigned innocence as her lips puckered in a pout, “You said five minutes.”

“I know, baby,” Agatha moved further into the room, gently closing the door behind her as she rounded the foot of the bed, standing over her figure and staring down at where her fingers continued to plug her tight little hole, “‘M sorry. I was thinking of making it up to you, but now that I see how impatient you were, I’m not so sure.”

Agatha had never seen anyone move so fast as she watched her fingers slide out and away from her heat, almost as if she was trying to undo her own actions. 

“Please, Aggie,” She whined, pushing herself up on her elbows, “I need you so bad. I couldn’t do it without you.”

“No?” Agatha mocked, catching her wrist in her grasp and dragging her hand up to inspect her slick-covered middle and ring fingers, “These fingers not long enough for you, baby?”

Agatha wrapped her lips around her two digits, tongue sliding between and around them to collect every drop of her slick. She grinned wickedly around them at the wanton moan that she released, hips lifting off the mattress and tilting towards her. 

“No, not as good as yours,” She whined, “No one’s are.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” Agatha released her fingers, dropping her wrist back to the mattress and instead moving to glide her hands up her thighs, gently massaging the plump flesh nearest to her core, only barely grazing the thick thatch of hair on her pubis. “Maybe I will be nice to you after all.”

She barely gave her a moment to process her words before her long middle finger was sliding into her dripping heat, thumb coming to massage her clit with tight circles. Agatha smirked to herself, easily sliding her ring finger in as well thanks to the excess slick that had dripped out of her from the earlier hours of the evening. 

She curled her toes into the mattress, hips slightly pulling away from her touch. She smiled sheepishly at her, “‘M sensitive.”

Agatha chuckled, “I know you are, pretty, but you asked for this, so stay still and let me make you feel good.”

She nodded, legs bending at the knees and pulling them up to press into her chest. Her eyes rolled back as Agatha’s fingers slotted easily against the gummy spot deep inside of her, a soft sigh of relief falling from her lips at the soft tickling sensation, quickly followed by a moan from the deepest part of her throat. 

Agatha pushed herself forward, fingers still moving at an agonising yet forceful pace while her free hand pressed into the mattress next to her head. Leaning her body over top, she took in the sight of her heaving breasts, jiggling with every punch of her fingers and rising with every gasping breath. Agatha spared a moment to drop down, taking one of her nipples into her watering mouth and sucking. Her lips struggled not to curl into a wicked grin at the shocked cry as she gently clamped her teeth down on the sensitive nub.

“So responsive,” Agatha hummed, “Almost like you’ve already gotten your fill tonight. Maybe I should stop–”

“Please,” she whined, glossy eyes staring down at her wildly, “Please don’t.” 

Agatha chuckled, “I won’t baby, as long as you keep making those pretty noises.”

The brunette slowly dragged her tongue from her breast, up her sternum, throat, and finally stopped as she came across her swollen and spit-covered lips. 

“Open your mouth,” she spoke, any sweetness that her voice had held before completely vanishing.

She complied, wordlessly parting her lips just far enough that Agatha could get a clear view of the inside of her mouth, tongue lolling out in anticipation.

This pulled another laugh out of her, “Jesus, look at you already for it. I’ve made you such a little slut for me, haven’t I?”

She didn’t give her a moment to respond before she was hurling a fat wad of spit onto her tongue, fingers quickly coming to press into the pink muscle and massage the saliva into it, grinning widely as she watched the girl eagerly swallow the fluid on command. 

“Good girl,” The brunette woman muttered under her breath at the tell-tale sensation of her inner walls clenching around her fingers, though she made no effort to slow down or pull out and allow her to come down from the high, instead pushing her fingers even faster with the encouragement of the gushing liquid that dribbled down onto the sheets. 

Number five had come even easier than the fourth, and Agatha felt an overwhelming sense of pride fill her chest as she finally withdrew her digits from deep inside her. Weakly, the girl reached down and took hold of Agatha’s wrist, pulling her hand up until her fingers were able to slip past her lips. She moaned at the taste of her own juices, hips wiggling subconsciously at the taste.

“You okay, sweetness?” Agatha pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek, fingers massaging small circles into the plush of her belly as she caught her breath. The girl nodded, returning the affection. “Good.”

Agatha pushed herself up, slowly tugging at the tied belt of her silk robe before letting it slide down her shoulders and finally drop to the floor. The younger woman took in her nude form with an appreciative stare, until her eyes flickered to the place between her legs, where a shocking sight stood at full mast.

“Aggie–”

“Shh,” Agatha soothed, “Turn over, I’ll make you feel good.”

“I–” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the obnoxiously large cock, visibly throbbing with excitement. It looked so real, aside from the fact that it was glowing a slightly purple hue. It was about seven inches, thick, and nestled in a thick patch of brown hair at its very base. As sensitive as she was, she still couldn’t bring herself to say no, shakily rolling onto her belly.

“Good girl,” Agatha praised once more, hands holding her hips tightly as she pulled them into the air, taking no time to slowly slip inside and inch her way further and further into her warm, tight walls before stopping to allow for her to adjust to the size. “How’s that feel?”

The girl whimpered out an unintelligible response as Agatha's hips pressed firmly into the fat of her ass, fingers curling into the sheets to keep herself grounded.

Agatha took that as a sign, making the first shallow pump of her hips. The sound that it pulled from the younger woman was nothing short of pornographic, encouraging another firmer thrust until her throbbing tip was brushing the entrance of her cervix, and within minutes she was humping her lover’s ass at a bruising pace. 

Filthy sounds escaped both women, annunciated grunts from Agatha and slurred words of encouragement from the other. 

“Ag–” The younger woman arched her back, unsure of whether to push against Agatha further or to pull away as her orgasm erupted without notice, gushing out of her abused hole and onto Agatha’s lap messily. 

“There it is,” Agatha gripped her ass cheeks with each of her hands, squeezing and spreading them in unison with her thrusts, finding herself on the brink of her own climax at the sight of her tightest little hole, glistening with her own juices, “Now be a good girl and let me use you, yeah?”

One hand moved up to press against the back of her head, forcing her face further into the mattress as her hips picked up their pace, her thick cock throbbing with the oncoming gush of thick white cum, slowly dripping out of her and sliding down her thighs as Agatha fucked through it, head tossed back in euphoria. 

When all was said and done, Agatha carefully tucked her lover into the bed, hand stroking her hair so carefully and with such contrast to how aggressively she had just been pinning her head to the mattress. The younger woman sighed, eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled into Agatha’s chest. 

“Don’t get rid of that thing,” She mumbled mindlessly into Agatha’s milky white flesh, “I’m gonna suck you dry in the morning.”

[kampfhundin]

REALISTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH CANON SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

part two.

Okay, the second part is because I see fit and no one is going to tell me not to.

Let me say right away - this is not the only correct opinion, but I find it useful to share this with people (Since I grew up in a military environment, since my godfather is a military man who has been through several hot spots, since I am one of the managers of a military-related club, and since my ex is a military man, I am quite immersed in the daily life of such families, so heck yes, I will use my experience.)

Again, this is not a one-size-fits-all mechanism that works for every soldier, but nonetheless. I also don't take into account the different traits of different people, the human factor and other variables. I just give you the basic structure.

Here we go.

The Army is not the "Green Pines" children's camp with cheerful starts and fun contests. It's not a place where people chill out and enjoy a vacation, and it's certainly not the best place to spend your youth. The army is discipline, and often discipline that breaks you down. There's a good joke in Russia "In the army we roll cubes and carry spheres." And when you are bent and broken for a very long time, you yourself begin to bend and break those who surround you outside the barracks. It's not uncommon for soldiers to bring their Army experiences into their daily lives, even if it's just in small ways. Like, making their bed a certain way, getting up at 6 a.m. sharp, cooking something according to the recipe from the army canteen, getting ready quickly and efficiently, and so on.

The army is not a section in the biography, but a real lifestyle, which few people can change from the outside, no matter if it's your beloved one or not.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means rarely seeing each other.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he can't just run to you simply because he wants to, or because you want him to.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means spending most holidays and important events apart.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means settling for rare weekends of 1-2 days at best, and as few vacations as possible (if you're in a relationship before marriage).

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means visiting him on the bases that military spouses are allowed to visit (if you're post-marital).

This is probably the favorite trope of all fanfics, where Simon is an insatiable hero-lover. And the only truly feasible scenario where such a storyline might play out.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means getting used to his military quirks.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he knows everything better.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means accepting the role of housekeeper.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means you are the beauty and comfort of his home, while he is the provider.

In my experience, no matter how progressive a soldier might be, the military structure itself is rife with sexism. It tends to follow a patriarchal, classic family dynamic (or relationship) where the Military person is the male archetype — the provider, protector, father — and the Civilian is the female archetype — taking care of the household, children/pets, cooking, mother, and simply accompanying the Military person as a beautiful appendage. This is the military, baby, an organization built by men for men, and they are taught this approach (perhaps not directly taught, but it logically follows as a conclusion).

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means getting used to his detached behavior, because emotions aren’t needed in the military.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means still experiencing jealousy and possessiveness firsthand.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means always being in the position of someone he protects (which means a lot of control, reporting to him about your actions and your friends; it means cutting back on night outings with your friends, and it means overprotectiveness).

Here’s an interesting fact for you: when you are constantly surrounded by men who, due to their profession, are inherently sexist, you hear a lot of comments about how each of them would conquer the person they’re interested in, in what positions, and without giving a damn about consent or anything else; when you are constantly surrounded by men who, due to their profession, are inherently sexist, you know firsthand how much of a piggish and animalistic attitude soldiers can often have. In this context, jealousy is less about mistrust of the partner and more about mistrust of the world around you.

And even if you finally manage to live together (he’s no longer on active duty/retired due to injury/contract ended/just retired), don’t expect a miraculous change in lifestyle!

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he’s emotionally detached because he has endured enough trauma to fill three textbooks for medical students.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he doesn’t know how to show love. Not in the way you would like, anyway.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he’s a man of action, not words. Flowers? Candy? Gifts? Rare and a waste of money.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he will show his love through concern for your health, 'are you cold? are you hungry?', and by runing you a bath before you come home after work or walk.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means his love will be shown by fixing your favorite headphones or lowering a shelf you can’t reach.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he has seen the horrors of life inside out, tasted grief and suffering, and will never allow even a hint of those horrors to touch you.

Being in a relationship with Simon Riley means he will build (literally or metaphorically) a home for you where you will live like in paradise. A place where you will always be safe, content with life, and have everything you need. A true family nest with an eye on the future for your children.

Damn, this post is getting too long, so there will be a third part with more juicy details. Stay tuned!

dividers by @cyberangel-graphics and by me

part one | part three

[girl-next-door-writes]

Just Because

Characters: Mycroft x reader

Summary: Mycroft hires himself a companion to show his family that he is entirely capable of making friends, but when the lines blur between the fiction and the reality is he heading for heartbreak?

Word Count: 1714 words

Prompt: Fake dating and a kiss without thinking.

A/N: This little angsty piece is for the incomparable @achromaticerebus who always sends me the most interesting Mycroft plot bunnies. Now, I know this was an angst request, but you all know me, so…

This was not where he had intended to be. In fact, if he had been in his right mind then this would be one of the last places he would wish to frequent, but he had not been in full control of his faculties for some time now. It was as if his body held some kind of autopilot, as if you had installed a homing device within his nervous system. It was infuriating and maddening and totally beyond his powers of logic, but it was the only thing that still connected the two of you and so he clung to it.

Mycroft found himself wandering around the places the two of you would go whilst in the midst of your masquerade. These were establishments he would never have set foot in previously, and yet they were perfectly you. The echoes of you were still there, causing his skin to tingle as if you had brushed against him, driving him to distraction.

Somewhere in his heavy woolen coat, his phone vibrated, alerting him to a new message. The leather gloves covering his hands made the task of opening said message more cumbersome than he would have liked and Mycroft swore under his breath, his eyes moving from the alert to his lock screen where you beamed up at him. He really should remove your picture from his phone, it was dangerous to appear so sentimental, but each time he tried to delete any traces of you he found himself entirely unable to press that final ‘delete’ button. Perhaps he should have Anthea do it for him. Mycroft knew he wasn’t really going to let that happen, but it somehow made him feel more in control pretending he had that option. His eyes flitted back to the image of you on his phone, standing in his parents garden, glancing at him over your shoulder, your eyes twinkling as you laughed. Anyone looking at this photograph may have believed the moment had been real, however, Mycroft knew the truth.

The situation was ridiculous, and he should not have allowed himself to feel inadequate, yet here he was. The Holmes family were gathering for Christmas upon his mother’s insistence and knowing that Sherlock had a whole entourage attending with him made Mycroft feel… not lonely, never lonely, but, well, alone. He had seen the joy on his mother’s face whenever Sherlock brought home a ‘friend’, and his heart ached to see that look aimed at him. That was when he had the great idea to procure a companion for the few days he would be at his family home. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult.

It turned out, that for Mycroft Holmes, it really was that difficult. He had a long list of qualities he felt required to be met by anyone he was to be spending so much time with and that person, most likely, did not actually exist.

He had just about given up and was considering paying someone to play the role when Anthea strode into his office and dropped a folder on his desk.

“I think this might solve your problem.” She gave him a knowing smile and left.

Mycroft eyed the folder suspiciously before flipping it open and raising an eyebrow as he read the content. Yes. A perfect fit.

And it really had been. He had arranged an initial meeting and the two of you had gone for afternoon tea to discuss the details. You were a professional companion, not to be confused with an escort, you simply provided your company, nothing more. You had attended family functions, weddings, work events with various men who felt they needed someone on their arm, all for a very reasonable fee.

“And so it would be for three days and two nights? Am I playing the role of friend or significant other?” You had asked so casually Mycroft nearly choked on his tea.

“Friend, simply friends.” He managed to splutter, although he could feel a heat rising up the back of his neck. “If my mother believes there is more to it then she will be planning the wedding by New Year.”

“Then I shall get the contract drawn up and send directly to you, Mr Holmes.” You gave him a polite smile and he nodded.

“I think, perhaps, given the current situation, Mycroft would be more appropriate.”

“Mycroft.” Your smile became one of amusement, but it wasn’t cruel or teasing, and it made his heart do a strange swoop.

That would not be the last time your smile had a strange effect on Mycroft Holmes. In hindsight he wondered if he should have cut all contact after that first meeting, after that first rush. It would certainly have saved him from all these ‘emotions.’

Christmas had been a roaring success. His mother loved you. His father loved you. Sherlock… was suspicious of the two of you but found you rather delightful. Of course, this then led to a whole other problem Mycroft had not anticipated. Whenever his mother decided to visit, Mycroft found himself in need of your services once more. This often led to covert meetings, somewhere convenient for you, to make sure you had your stories straight. Walks through the park, tea at tiny little coffee shops he would not ordinarily step foot in, a rendezvous at a small second hand book shop which smelled more like mold than paper… not the usual place for a business meeting, but Mycroft found himself looking forward to discovering these places which were obviously part of your world, not his.

Things had been going well, this arrangement between the two of you working perfectly for just over nine months, so when his parents insisted the two of you join them at the theatre, Mycroft saw no reason to decline. He didn’t know that accepting this invitation would be the beginning of the end.

“I really thought Roger was the murderer.” His father was muttering, still flipping through his program as if searching for a clue he may have missed earlier about the huge plot twist that pretty much everyone in the theatre had seen coming.

“It’s okay dear, I think that was rather the point. Roger was there to throw us all off.”

Mycroft saw you dip your head to hide your smile, an action that caused butterflies to cascade around his stomach. You seemed really fond of the relationship between his parents, and it warmed his heart to see that.

“Well, I had best be heading off. It was lovely to see you both again.” You gave Mr and Mrs Holmes a warm smile and Mycroft watched his mother pull you into a tight embrace.

“Next time, we should have a girls afternoon.” She beamed, cupping your face and looking at you meaningfully.

“That would be lovely, Mrs Holmes.”

“Righto, be seeing you.” Mr Holmes gave you a hug and Mycroft rolled his eyes, although there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“What is it with you two and hugging people?”

“Oh, you know you like it, Mycroft.” You had teased and he had found himself pulling you into a farewell embrace too.

“Just don’t go telling Sherlock.” He chuckled, loosening his grip but not quite breaking the hug.

“Damn it, that was the first thing I was going to do as soon as I got in the taxi.” You smirked.

“Minx.”

“Posh boy.”

“Right, off with you.” He chuckled, shaking his head fondly.

“Goodbye, Mycroft.” You had given him that smile of yours that made the corners of your eyes crinkle and he had instinctively, without any thought, leaned down and placed a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. It was an action he had never undertaken before, and he felt the shift in you before he’d even fully pulled away.

You had given everyone a wave and then hurriedly bundled into a taxi… and that was the last time he had seen you.

The next morning he had received an email formally stating that you could no longer offer your services to him. It had pointed out a clause within the contract he had originally signed that stated any physical contact was to be agreed upon prior to the event and that he had breached this.

He had sat at his desk for a long time that morning, just staring at the email. It was so cold, so clinical, so unlike the person he had come to know. Then again, he had hired you to play a role. It was his own fault that he had allowed himself to believe in the lie.

For weeks Mycroft wallowed in a malaise, wanting to throw himself into his work but unable to concentrate. When the invitation to his brothers Christmas ‘do’ came through, he initially ignored it. Then his mother asked him repeatedly if he would be attending. Then he got a text from Greg Lestrade and another from John. It appeared that his presence was required, not merely requested, at this event and Mycroft’s heart sank as he realised it wasn’t him they wanted to attend, but you as his plus one.

After an entire day miserably touring around the places the two of you would meet, Mycroft found his feet had indeed brought him to his brother’s flat. The sounds of merriment could be heard spilling from the window and Mycroft let out a deep sigh, might as well bite the bullet.

Mrs Hudson gave him a strange smile as he entered Baker Street and headed to the stairs, she was practically vibrating with excitement, and he wondered just how many sherries the woman had drunk already. As he reached the top of the stairs, the door to 221B flung open and Sherlock grinned.

“Merry Christmas, brother mine.”

“Please tell me this is not going to become an annual event.” Mycroft sighed, already itching to leave.

Sherlock stepped to one side, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and revealed the party inside his flat. There was John, talking to Molly and Lestrade, there was his father rearranging ornaments on Sherlocks tree, and… and talking to his mother was…

Mycroft’s eyes widened and his jaw fell slack.

“Merry Christmas.” Sherlock said softly, patting his brother on the back.

[firstdeerwife]

C.10

Whispers Of Desire

The days passed, and although the memory of the kiss they had shared lingered, Alastor and _____ seemed to have reached a tacit agreement not to mention it.

Their encounters became more frequent, charged with a complicity that had been absent before.

They both knew that something had changed, but neither of them dared to cross that line again... yet.

On the other hand, things between Charles and _____ had gone from bad to worse.

The arguments that were once sporadic had now become a daily routine, growing fiercer and more bitter each time.

_____ felt her life was falling apart, trapped in a commitment she never wanted, with a man she could no longer love.

One afternoon, after yet another argument that ended in tense silence, _____ was in the kitchen, her mind replaying the hurtful words they had exchanged.

But something inside her broke.

She was tired—tired of fighting, tired of pretending.

And that night, as Charles walked into the room, _____ decided she could no longer go on like this.

"Charles, we need to talk,"

_____ said with a firm voice, though she was filled with uncertainty inside.

He looked at her with disdain, as if he already knew what she was going to say.

"This again, _____? What is it now?"

_____ pressed her lips together, gathering the courage she needed.

"I'm leaving you. Our marriage is over. I won't marry you."

The words echoed in the room, leaving Charles momentarily stunned.

But the shock quickly turned to anger.

"Are you crazy? What are you talking about? You can't just leave me, _____. This isn't over until I say it is!"

"Yes, I can,"

She responded, her tone defiant.

"I can't keep living this lie. You don't love me, Charles. You only care about having someone to play the role of the perfect wife, and I won't be that woman."

The argument escalated quickly, both of them hurling increasingly sharp and cruel remarks.

The words they had once held back now flew like daggers, tearing apart what little was left of their relationship.

"You're ungrateful! After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me,"

Charles shouted, his face red with fury.

"And what have you done, Charles? Controlled me? Manipulated me? You're nothing but a selfish man who only thinks of himself,"

_____ retorted, her voice trembling with anger.

But then, _____ said something that made Charles completely lose his temper.

"I never loved you, Charles. I've always been a prisoner in this relationship, and you... you're nothing more than a jailer."

In a fit of blind rage, Charles raised his hand and struck her across the cheek with such force that the sound echoed in the room.

_____ staggered back, bringing a hand to her cheek where she felt the sting of the blow.

A deadly silence fell between them.

Charles, horrified by what he had just done, took a step towards her, his voice breaking.

"_____, I... I didn't mean... I'm so sorry."

But Charles' words fell on deaf ears.

_____, with tears of anger and pain in her eyes, looked at him as if she were seeing a stranger.

Without a second thought, she turned and walked out of the house, ignoring Charles' shouts for her to come back.

The rain had begun to fall heavily, drenching her within seconds, but _____ didn't stop.

She walked aimlessly, her mind clouded by anger and pain as the raindrops mixed with her tears.

She didn't know how much time had passed or how far she had walked, but suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Alastor.

He looked at her with concern as he saw her soaked and visibly upset.

"_____, what happened?"

Alastor asked, approaching her cautiously.

_____, unable to speak, simply looked at him with pleading eyes.

Alastor didn't need more.

He took her in his arms, covering her with his coat as he guided her to his home, shielding her from the storm that raged around them.

When they arrived, he helped her inside, and _____ noticed that the house was empty.

Charles wasn't there, and the thought of facing him again filled her with dread.

Alastor led her to a chair and began to dry her off with a towel, all in silence.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Alastor asked softly, handing her another towel to dry her hair.

_____ took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper.

"Charles hit me... after I told him I wouldn't marry him."

Alastor's expression hardened, and his hands momentarily tensed before he relaxed, forcing himself to stay calm for _____'s sake.

He knelt in front of her, gently cupping her face in his hands.

"_____, you don't deserve this. You don't deserve anything he's done to you,"

Alastor said, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and restrained fury.

"I won't let him hurt you again."

Unable to hold back any longer, _____ leaned into him, seeking the comfort she knew only Alastor could give her.

He held her close, his warm breath on her skin, as he felt the pain and anger mix inside him.

"Don't cry for him, _____,"

Alastor whispered, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

"He's not worth it... and I promise he'll regret every tear he's made you shed."

And then, without more words, Alastor kissed her. This time there was no doubt, no hesitation.

They both gave in to the kiss with the passion they had suppressed for so long.

_____ felt all her fear and pain begin to dissipate under the warmth of Alastor's embrace, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to feel what she truly desired.

When the kiss ended, _____ looked at him with eyes full of gratitude and deep sadness.

"I don't know what to do now, Alastor."

He held her tighter, whispering softly in her ear.

"We'll be alright, _____. We'll get through this together. And I promise you, Charles won't hurt you again."

As the rain continued to pound against the windows, _____ allowed herself to rest in Alastor's arms, knowing that while the road ahead would be difficult, she would no longer walk it alone.

End of the first act

|𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎|

[austinslounge]

The PR anon is back(I’m just going to call myself that from now on). I wanted to clarify some things.

First, Zoë/Channing breakup. We all know who the real cheater in this relationship is. Ironically, Kaia claims that she’s queer and doesn’t miss an opportunity to make out or get too handsy with other women. Btw, when she was dating Elordi, she was behaving the same way. There are pics of her that look like she’s kissing Cara’s neck while still dating Jacob. Anyway, back to Zoë. General public is not that invested in Austin as we are. For them, if the breakup article comes out this month, it will look like two people starring in Caught Stealing suddenly end their relationships one after another. I’ve seen people talk about Austin/Zoë kiss on set without realizing that it’s acting. It also doesn’t help that some people project traits of the characters onto the actors(sometimes even subconsciously). So, if both Austin and Zoë end their relationships in a short period of time, while playing lovers on screen, it won’t look good. People who are speculating right now are the minority, but still, I understand that if a breakup has already happened it’s safer to delay it a bit.

There is also a blind item, which cannot be trusted, but I want to mention it because I haven’t seen anyone talk about it even in this fandom. It is from the YouTube podcast “Blinded by the item” Zoë/Channing episode from October 30th. ”Yesterday’s announcement was just first shoot to drop. The A- list offspring actress has gone a little too method with her current role and that is going to break up another relationship, this time with an A- list model/actress and an A list actor”. I don’t know where they take these blind items, probably from Crazy Days and Nights, which is not credible at all. It’s like flipping a coin, sometimes they get it sometimes they don’t. But yeah, this is total bullshit, there is no way in hell Kaia is an A-lister🤣. This blind item doesn’t mean anything, just laugh at it and forget. But anyway, not letting two couples from Caught Stealing break up while shooting is a smart strategy.

Next, the instagram story of Austin drinking beer(He was drinking Corona, it is beer, I assume?). After the GA concert, a lot of people were talking about it, but no one has the clip itself, because apparently Kaia deleted it very quickly. I assume either this is true, because a lot of people were talking about it, and the detail that Austin was drinking Corona specifically, so someone must have recognized the brand, or someone made this whole thing up and other picked up on it. Either way, it’s not that important, because Kaia never posted anything with Austin for whatever reasons. I was always wondering, why Kaia can’t just post an instagram story with Austin in the background or something? This would be a better damage control than any forced pap walk. I mean, you two “live together” and “spend your free time in private” blah, blah, blah. Will one story or pic be such a violation of privacy? This is not giving “private relationship”, it’s bordering on paranoia at this point. There are plenty of celebrity couples that are private, but don’t avoid each other at all costs like these two. Austin obviously, doesn’t post anything at all, but Kaia on the other hand is very active, she posts everyone(except Austin).

It’s interesting that their teams used Page Six for damage control, when they had to shout down engagement rumors they used TMZ. TMZ and People are used for the most important statements, they are usually the ones celebrities use to announce breakups, pregnancies, engagement etc. Tabloids like L&S, Daily Mail are good for spreading rumors, making questionable statements or writing 10 articles a day about meaningless pap walks. Page Six seems to stand somewhere in between. Celebs use it to buy some time and do damage control, as it’s not complete garbage, but not a totally reputable source either. I genuinely can’t understand why couldn’t their teams send an article to TMZ again? Breakup rumors are more serious than engagement rumors(Both started by Deux Moi by the way). Why can’t they send another “going strong” article to People like they did in May? Maybe because TMZ or People would shut down break up rumors once and for all, unlike Page Six.

If they have already broken up, there could be several reasons why they are delaying an official statement. Zoë/Channing break up is just my assumption, it can be the main reason, one of the reasons, or not the reason at all. We don’t know what their teams are planning behind closed doors. Everything is too strange, I just want Kaia Gerber to go away, but overall I’m completely calm, if they aren’t broken up now, they 100% will eventually. Of course, I want it to happen sooner rather than later, because I’m so tired of the shippers and Gerber baby nonsense.

Like I said previously, doing pap walks after DM article is just complete madness. Even though, subconsciously I’m ready for forced pap funeral walks. Just please, spear us the Cabo photos, they are too awful.

Hey PR Anon! 😁

In answer to your comments:

Yea, Kaia's behavior has just been really strange ever since this whole Kaustin relationship in general, but certainly even more so this year. I mean, is kissing someone else in the lips considered cheating? 👀 Because if so, then she's "cheated" multiple times. She's queer, soooo.... Imo that's like Austin kissing another girl (even one who's just a "friend") on the lips. Most would consider that cheating on Kaia.

But when Kaia does it -- 🤔

Btw, when she was dating Elordi, she was behaving the same way. There are pics of her that look like she’s kissing Cara’s neck while still dating Jacob.

Did she? 🤔 Because I was following the Jakaia relationship pretty closely back then, and I actually never saw Kaia behaving like that with other women when she was with Jacob. Keep in mind too that it was during covid, so there probably just weren't that many events and parties being held and photographed during that time. She and Jacob seemed pretty joined at the hip.

I know that prior to dating Jacob however, Kaia was getting pretty close to Cara 👀, but that was all before she and Jacob officially got together around August/September 2020.

You may have to share some receipts with me Anon, because I don't recall Kaia behaving like that with Cara while she was dating Jacob.

Anyway, back to Zoë. General public is not that invested in Austin as we are. For them, if the breakup article comes out this month, it will look like two people starring in Caught Stealing suddenly end their relationships one after another. I’ve seen people talk about Austin/Zoë kiss on set without realizing that it’s acting. It also doesn’t help that some people project traits of the characters onto the actors(sometimes even subconsciously). So, if both Austin and Zoë end their relationships in a short period of time, while playing lovers on screen, it won’t look good. People who are speculating right now are the minority, but still, I understand that if a breakup has already happened it’s safer to delay it a bit.

I definitely agree with you here. Even if everything is totally innocent, you're right, the optics wouldn't look good atm.

If Austin and Kaia broke up already, it has not been a good time to announce a breakup. She's been busy promoting LS, SNL, and some other film of hers, he's been busy filming Caught Stealing, then there was the whole Marcello thing, so any announcement around that time would have made her look like a cheater, then, Austin's costar Zoe broke up with her fiancé Channing, etc. It's just been a crazy mess lol 😆

If they have already broken up, there could be several reasons why they are delaying an official statement. Zoë/Channing break up is just my assumption, it can be the main reason, one of the reasons, or not the reason at all. We don’t know what their teams are planning behind closed doors.

I totally agree. 💯

Everything is too strange, I just want Kaia Gerber to go away, but overall I’m completely calm, if they aren’t broken up now, they 100% will eventually. Of course, I want it to happen sooner rather than later, because I’m so tired of the shippers and Gerber baby nonsense.

Girl, same!

Like I said previously, doing pap walks after DM article is just complete madness. Even though, subconsciously I’m ready for forced pap funeral walks. Just please, spear us the Cabo photos, they are too awful.

Oh gosh, PLEASE not another Gerber Family Christmas vacation in Cabo! 😭😭🤣

[carma-bis]

I think the one thing that always kept me peaked was playing video games with my older brother since I've been 7. I was safe when people thought I was male. Voice comms, team chats, online forms for the games, didn't matter. If I was male, I was safe. Sure people were mean, rude, downright disgusting, but even by the time I hit 12, and I started seeing how "grown" girls/women couldnt hide behind prepubescent innocence anymore (mainly do you sound young enough to be a boy before voice cracking) and just how night and day the behaviors males exhibeted towards them were, in a bad way. They stop responding to your callouts, then act like someone could have stopped their shitty decision (and then they dont talk to you for the rest of the game), they shout over you almost excessively, you're forced into support roles, "bitch" always ALWAYS has more vitriol, your opinion means nothing when the group is asked what they want to do, or you're put on a pedestal and all the men complain the entire time so you do it for 5 minutes then cave. Then you start getting groomed, older men start complimenting you more and more. they start questioning you when you push back. Every man you run into asks you out, no matter if youre friends or not or how long you've known each other, once you hit 16, it's like there's a fucking tag put on you. And its not immediate, one day you just start getting treated like that. Its gradual (except once they find out your 16, wild shit there). But I never understood why it could be so insulting for someone to think youre a man. It's literally the safest way to exist. And ya, because it has nothing to do with being safe, its about controlling a narrative. I never FORCED other men to call me a man, but I never corrected them when they called me one. And that's the difference, I think. And it's why i never fully went under lol. Cause literally no man wants to hear me talk about my experiences about it and thats peak material in and of itself. Why do I have to listen to you all the time but you refuse to listen to me?

[depravitycentral]

hi, lee!! I love your blog, it feels like a secret yandere database for some reason LOL. This is just an idea and ignore it if it's not your thing but can you write something with a taller reader? Maybe spotlight some love for tall girls ☺️ I'm a sub through and through so of course I have a size kink but it's hard when I'm literally bigger than everyone ;-;

Tw: non/dub-con, misogyny, oral, weird power dynamics that should really be examined by the yandere's therapist, this got really long so hopefully it all makes sense, fem reader, taller reader, MDNI Also thank you for the kind words and feeling comfortable enough to share a possible insecurity of yours! Hopefully this helps you feel more submerged when you read. Enjoy :)

As a genuinely short person (about 5 ft/150 cm), I cannot relate to your struggle, but I am here to help! To all my tall gals/guys/everyone, you deserve to be loved obsessively and suffocatingly, both in and out of the bedroom <3

Let's tackle that kink trouble first - no matter how tall you are, there are always those who are taller. Some beast of a man that towers over you with inhuman height and size, his muslces corded along his chest and arms the same size as your head. He's massive, and to him you're nothing more than an adorable little thing - something for him to hold and cuddle and squeeze and break.

Yanderes like Uvogin, who, although he'd be apt to fall for a darling of any size, almost prefers someone who's a bit taller, a bit bigger, a bit more capable of just handling him, more capable of keeping up with everything he wants to do to you. Someone who won't squeal and scream and cry when they're underneath him, at least not in real pain. (He conveniently forgets that despite your height you're still fragile, still a precious little thing that can't take the hours of fucking he has planned for you, who can't let him fuck into you so roughly that your ass is left black and blue, your muscles twitching and shaking so hard you can't even stand...)

For those yanderes who do possess size kinks, honestly your physical dimensions play a very minor role - it's more about control, about the fact that he is the one with all the power, that he is making you whine and shake and curl up into yourself with each orgasm he forces from your body. It's more about how you're so very frail and fragile, regardless of whether you're 4 feet tall or 7. You're putty in his hands, and he still has the ability to destroy you, if he so pleased.

(Besides, you'll always look small when you're lying underneath him, wrists bound above your head and staring up at him with big wide eyes and a trembling lip as he toys with your clit again, denying you the high you've been begging for the entire night.)

(You'll always look so tiny and weak when you're on your knees, his cock smacking against your face or neck, cum smeared across your lips and trailing along your cheeks. You're where you belong, after all, and you should know your place as a subservient, doting woman - even a tall woman.)

It's not like he can't do exactly what he wants with you just because you have some extra height - your pussy still sends him into a haze, lust clouding his vision as his hand jerks and wanders down between his legs, cock throbbing and drooling precum because fuck, he wants to bend you over and get you screaming his name.

It's not like he can't bury his face between your soft thighs and lick and suck until he's had his fill, fingers digging into your hips with his lips and cheeks stained with your slick and your thighs caging in his head so tightly he feels he may suffocate (and cum, but that's another matter entirely).

Height really doesn't hinder anything - yanderes are, by definition, utterly enraptured with their darling, and anything he wants you to become, you will. He wants you to be his precious little baby, his princess that he spoils and loves and stuffs full of his cum once a day? Done, he'll just make sure to get the longer leg option of those soft fuzzy pajama pants you love (and he does too, because god your ass looks good in them).

You want to be a little brat, spitting at him and fighting every command he gives? Well, you may be tall, sure, but you'll crumble very quickly with a few slaps to your ass, a few fingers plugging your cute little hole, a few growls in your ear to behave, slut.

Frankly, most yanderes will have a way of making you feel smaller than dirt, even if you really aren't - it's something about the weight of their stare, about the way they touch you with such force and authority, or with such gentleness and care. They'll have you feeling small and weak and helpless, and before long you won't even really feel tall - you'll feel like their precious little thing, all docile and kind and attentive to their every need, no matter how pathetic or demeaning or embarrassing.

One last thing I'll mention is that quite a few shorter yanderes actually really enjoy the notion of a taller darling, despite conventions. They like the idea of you being their woman, tall and strong and Amazonian in a sense, even if you're not really so. They like that they have someone so beautiful and womanly, and that you have more flesh to grab onto, to squeeze and need and touch. They enjoy standing by your side, maybe having to look up at you while they smack your ass or shyly bite their lip when you catch them staring. They just like the way you tower over them, taking up all their line of sight and fuck, your tits are right fucking there, how can he resist?

While I try not to talk about physical specifications yanderes look for, a few I could see being particularly likely to have a tall darling are:

Chrollo Lucilfer, Uvogin, Knuckle, Yuu Nishinoya, Shoyou Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsurou Kuroo

[bmodiwrites]

I Can't Get No Relief

Hi friends! This is my contribution for day 1 of Steddie Week! @steddie-week is hosting this awesome event & I'm stoked to take part. I smooshed together all three of the prompts. There's tons of pining, some hunger, and a lot of Queen's Somebody To Love all mixed in. You can read it below or over on AO3. There are some naughty bits, so minors, don't do the thing. Here's hoping you guys enjoy! Happy Steddie Week, loves <3

Sweat dripping down his neck, Steve contemplates the merits of summer. Despite the stickiness and insufferable heat, Steve loves the season. When he was younger, summer meant swim team with friends and never ending nights doing whatever the hell he wanted. Steve’s memories are vivid and strong of the May, June, July, and Augusts of the past.

As an adult, summer is still something Steve looks forward to. After he graduated, Steve immediately took to work. Without getting into college or having any prospects, a summer job was his only option. Now that he’s survived Vecna again and lived to see the bright, shining sun, Steve is even more grateful for summer and all it promises to bring.

This year, those promises revolve around a group of kids eager and willing to make up for the time spent trying to stay alive. While most others their age were worrying over books and dates, Steve’s flock of kids fought for their lives. Now, everyone is desperate to have something normal in their lives and an amazing summer vacation is exactly that.

Steve’s house, like usual, is the spot that everyone has decided to meet up and congregate. Aside from Steve being there (which is something EVERYONE loves), a pool, hot tub, and screened in porch invite the sort of afternoons and evenings only seen in the movies. From the second the kids are out of school for the year, Steve sees each of them almost every day.

Never mind the fact that both Robin and Eddie are pretty big fans of Steve’s digs, too. The older humans of the bunch are just as enamored with the freedom to lay out in the sun during the day and party at night once all the kids have gone home. Steve’s parents never being around always sat wrong with him but their absence is starting to really pay off. An empty house to invite his real family to is worth that abandoned feeling.

In every way, shape, and form, Steve is abundantly happy that it’s summer.

Except, there is one thing that’s been driving him crazy.

Eddie Munson, who is both a good friend and someone that Steve wishes to be something more, has an infuriating habit of wearing crop tops out in the heat. The shirts are just short enough for the happy trail Steve’s been pining over for ages to play peek-a-boo with the rest of the world. Any time Eddie lifts his arms up, Steve gets the pleasure of seeing that dark hair coating Eddie’s admittedly pale skin. Not to mention his arms in those damn shirts.

Despite never being an athlete or deigning physical activity as a justifiable activity to partake in, Eddie’s arms are lean and cut. Both biceps curve into something that shouts weight lifter, regardless of the truth. Steve knows a lot of that comes from playing guitar manically like Eddie is known to do. Though, genetics probably plays a pretty decent role in the perpetual tease Steve must subject himself to. Whatever’s the cause, Steve is done in and eager for those strong arms to be around him.

It's not just the crop tops, either. Eddie’s mere presence at Steve’s house all the time is driving him absolutely insane. Eddie is always so close, near enough, at least, for Steve to smell the coconut of his sunscreen and taunt him with it. Steve so desperately wants to simply reach out and touch, to bridge the gap being Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington creates between himself and everyone else simply on principle. Especially Eddie. Steve wants Eddie with the sort of throbbing need that’s hard to control.

No matter how much Steve craves and wishes and hopes, resolution is nowhere on the horizon. While they are friends and getting closer the more time they spend together, Eddie still keeps a small sliver of distance between them, almost as if he’s aware of Steve’s craving. Even if it’s subconscious recognition. The very apparent separation makes Steve think that Eddie isn’t interesting in the type of closeness that is in the forefront of Steve’s mind.

Which, after so much time struggling to stay alive and recover from all the trauma, is sort of a bummer. Steve has long accepted his bisexuality – the girls of Hawkins haven’t been enough for him since Nancy broke his heart (honestly, maybe even before that). No one makes his heart thump against his chest the way Eddie does. Not Nancy anymore, or Robin. Steve’s completely focused on curly brown hair and eyes like chocolate. It’s infuriating and embarrassing and the slightest bit of a turn on for his desires to be so obviously ignored.

Still, Steve is man enough to know when his advances aren’t reciprocated. Without friendship, Steve would be nowhere, so he’s plenty happy with their relationship the way it is. At least, happy enough to continue to want to have Eddie in his life whatever way possible.

No matter what, though, Steve wants Eddie. He just does.

----

Up until living with Wayne, Eddie hated the summer. The long months with his father right down the hall still haunt him. Locking himself up in his room to avoid the danger of a drunken father sit in the halls of his memories, tainting the freedom most kids experience during that time of the year.

Wayne, despite being bottled up and a little hard around the edges, went out of his way to make Eddie’s time off of school something a bit more enjoyable than the years before. Eddie’s first vacation is in ninth grade when Wayne took him to see the grand canyon. Though the final showing was boring and lacked the impact Wayne was hoping for, Eddie is still happy for the effort.

He’s never been a fan of the heat, either. His skin is the type that gets red and peachy when the sun hits it, but he burns easily, too. It’s hard to exist during the summer months in a leather jacket and jeans. It’s not until Eddie is scarred up and broken that he finds himself not caring about sunburn or visibly sweating too much for others to see. He’s got friends now that accept him exactly how he is. What more can a guy ask for?

The real answer to that question is Steve Harrington’s love and affection. But that’s a long shot by far.

Despite himself, Eddie is head over heels in lust with Hawkins’s resident ladies’ man. He can’t help it – he’s only a man that’s got eyes and a libido that’s never been all that satisfied. Being openly gay in a town that actually hates him isn’t an option. Hell, being gay at all in this day and age isn’t very smart or safe or easy – it’s just not worth it. Eddie, regardless of what people think of him, isn’t stupid. At least, not to the point of getting his ass kicked by the straightest man on the planet.

Instead of dipping his toe in the water and trying to figure out a way to get what he wants, Eddie watches from afar. Since the group is always at Steve’s house, Eddie can’t escape the slowly blossoming obsession he’s got with Steve shirtless and in a swim suit. He’s a gorgeous man and Eddie is weak enough to walk to the far side of the pool just to take in a glimpse of what Steve so deliciously puts on display without being noticed. Sure, it isolates him from the group a little but the view is well worth the small distance he’s creating between himself and friends he calls family.

It's just that Steve is the type of infuriating Eddie loves to hate. He proudly puts his scars on display for everyone to see. And despite their lack of aesthetic, Eddie is drawn to that sort of confidence. Steve doesn’t blink an eye when the kids jump into the pool and water splashes around them – he simply whips his shirt up and off and follows along. He’s not self-conscious or upset about the dirty way the demobats did him in. The puffy redness shows off his strength and Eddie is absolutely a fan.

Too bad Steve Harrington is as straight as an arrow.

----

Something needs to change for Steve. He’s going absolutely crazy.

As he fists his cock for the second time that day, Steve’s brain is running haywire. He can’t get any relief, despite the fact that he’s masturbating furiously. While the touch is amazing, each one sending jolts of exquisite pleasure to Steve’s very core, it’s not enough. Nothing is ever enough now that Steve’s entire being is tuned to Eddie and the pavlovian reaction the smallest hint of skin causes within him.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Steve slows down a little in hopes of finding his bearings and finally getting off. If he forces his thoughts to focus on the pleasure, he can get himself up and over the edge. Usually. Instead of picking the pace back up, Steve squeezes his eyes shut and dredges up his favorite masturbatory memory at the moment.

The previous week, Eddie decided he was warm enough to actually shed the crop top and jump into the pool. His hair is tied back in Steve’s fantasy because that long neck is a transcending thing to see and he’s in control here. As Eddie hit the water, the pants on Steve’s hips tightened and the game shifted. Now, he recalls the way the water sleuthed around Eddie’s pale skin, how, when he came gasping back to the top, his chest heaved and hands rose to sweep hair from his face.

Steve gives into the desire to let the version of himself playing out this intense want to jump into the pool, too. He splashes Eddie when his body hits the water, starting a water fight that’s fun and exciting, like being so very young again. It also quickly progresses into the two of them play wrestling in the water, splashes forgotten. Despite the fact that almost everyone was around that day, Steve’s pool is empty now. It’s just the two of them getting closer and closer, practically sharing the same air.

What was the exchange of large splashes and delirious cackles easily transforms into sharp panted breaths and the press of lip against lip. Though he’s never tasted Eddie for real, Steve is certain the lingering sweetness of Mountain Dew is on Eddie’s tongue. Like the starving man he is, Steve drinks in that elixir of the gods, happy to just be given the chance to enjoy such a thing. Without the scene changing, Steve wraps both arms around Eddie’s waist to pull him close. They’re treading water in the pool, working hard to stay together and not lose a single heated touch.

Soon, Steve’s mind shifts to a point in this fantastical connection that has them tied together, cock to cock. Steve’s hand is wrapped around both their lengths, his fingers tight. Their swimsuits are nowhere to be found and Eddie’s naked body is pressed against Steve’s, leaving not even an inch between them. Hidden away in the back corner of the pool, Steve and Eddie writhe and wiggle against each other the best way they can while the water creates waves and shifts around them. It’s okay, though – Steve loves the way fantasy Eddie clings to his shoulders to keep him close.

As precum beads across the tip of Steve’s cock in real life, Steve uses the sticky fluid to make his movements easier. Both in reality and in his fantasy, Steve’s hand moves a little better now that there’s something to ease the friction. For once, the sense of dissatisfaction is washed away by the power of Steve’s imagination. Instead of shying away from the rightness of this feeling, Steve gives into it. He clings tightly to this scenario his brain has allowed to come to fruition.

He’s about to get off pleasurably after many failed attempts to satiate his needs and Steve’s ready for it, consequences be damned.

The one mistake Steve makes is doing so with people still at his house. The kids are waiting to be picked up and Robin and Eddie are waiting for Steve to come back down after his shower so the night can truly start. He’s being risky with this behavior but there’s nothing that Steve can really do about it. His body wants and there’s only so much a person can take. Desperation, at some point, always wins.

Reality doesn’t creep back into Steve’s mind until he’s cumming across his fist and chest, spluttering Eddie’s name time and time again. He’s panting the two syllables like a prayer, practically calling the other boy into the room.

----

Frustrated and still consistently feeling the prickle of being on edge because of Steve’s mere presence throughout the day, Eddie is impatiently waiting for Steve to return to the living room. It’s torture to constantly be surrounded by Steve’s stuff, made even worse by the fact that he can’t openly snoop with Robin sitting next to him on the couch. Instead of enduring the madness, Eddie gets up from his seat and makes an excuse to head up the stairs to sniff Steve out. If he’s going to spend hours doing his hair, Eddie wants to know – there are beers he can go and get or a joint he can roll to distract himself from the lingering thought of Steve Harrington, alone and naked in the shower.

He's halfway to his destination when Eddie hears his name being called. For a second, Eddie thinks it’s a fluke but the repetition of his name is truly hard to miss. His skin prickles as the thought of danger starts to trickle in. Eddie is always on high alert now and the desperate tone of Steve’s voice makes his heart race with worry. There’s no thought given to busting through Steve’s door in hopes of providing the assistance Steve so obviously seems to need.

Of course, the rules of the civilized world come crashing back to Eddie a moment too late. Without knocking or even thinking to do so, Eddie bursts through Steve’s door,  his chest heaving. It takes a long moment for him to understand what he’s seeing as he enters the room.

Steve, despite the panted way he’s been calling Eddie’s name, is not in any danger. In fact, Eddie notices that he’s enjoying himself a whole lot, thoughts of the Upside Down nowhere to be found. A beautiful cock is out in the air, completely exposed and covered with what Eddie can only assume is Steve’s own cum. It’s delightfully red and still hard, though that quickly changes when Steve notices him standing in the doorway.

Covered in jizz and caught in the act, Steve still looks absolutely perfect.

Eddie is so caught up in the vision before him that it takes Steve shouting his name again to balance the scales. Blinking, Eddie tries to take a step back but the closed door stops him. His eyes are wide and there’s a lingering feeling sitting in the back of his mind. It takes an embarrassingly long time for words to form.

“You were saying my name?” Eddie mutters, his voice questioning. He tries again, hoping for a bit more confidence this time around. “Steve, you were saying my name. While masturbating? Am I missing something?” Eddie asks in one breath, desperately trying to get all the words out before Steve the jock forgets about his big gay fantasy and decides to take a swing. No matter how hot it is that Steve might be thinking about him while he jerks off, Eddie is not prepared for the beating he could possibly take.

Though, Steve surprises him. Instead of launching himself off the bed to punch Eddie in the face, Steve wipes his still cum-covered hand on the sheets, huffing in a large breath. There’s a second of silence and then Steve nods, his face coloring a shade of red Eddie isn’t all that sure has ever existed before.

“Yes. Yeah, Eddie. I was. You’ve been driving me crazy and I can’t take it anymore.” As the words come out of his mouth, Steve gets up from the bed and closes the space between them.

Before Eddie can think or breath or even make a move, Steve is on him. Both hands cup Eddie’s cheeks and they’re kissing like that’s what they’re meant to be doing with each other. And maybe it is because it feels so damn right. Eddie doesn’t question his good fortune, not when he’s finally getting the one thing he’s wanted since Steve Harrington walked into his life.

----

Aside from feeling mortified that Eddie is the person that walks into his room, Steve is slightly excited by the prospect, too. Now that the cat is out of the bag, there are only a few ways things can go. When Eddie doesn’t turn tail and run out of the room, Steve takes a chance. He admits his feelings and makes a move that can’t be ignored.

Eddie, thankfully, leans into the touch when Steve grabs his cheeks to pull him close. Without any sign of hesitation or fear, Steve leans in and finally gets what he’s been pining over for ages. Like he figured, Eddie’s lips are sweet and plump, so very easy to kiss and tasty to boot. Not only do they fit together seamlessly but Eddie is an amazing kisser. They move together in a sort of dance that shouldn’t be possible between two people who have never done this before.

Steve is more than happy to note the small noises that Eddie makes when the kiss deepens. His passive hands by his sides suddenly reach up to grab onto Steve’s hips. The move brings them closer and all bets are off. Steve can’t control himself now that the floodgates are open and Eddie is asking for it back.

Little by little, Steve walks Eddie back until he’s against the door. The force of impact draws their lips away from each other, though only long enough for Eddie to smirk and Steve to gasp in a couple of needed breaths. Then, they’re back on each other, practically devouring lips and whatever skin either boy can reach. It’s delicate in the sense that Steve’s entire world is hanging in the balance of Eddie’s body pressed against him. If this doesn’t work the way Steve’s been picturing it, he’s not all that sure what he’s going to do.

Except, it does work. It becomes such a beautiful thing that Steve is dumbfounded by the way he feels as Eddie’s hands wander and their lips explore each other even further. His mind is a billion miles away because everything physical is in overdrive. Despite just cumming all over himself, Steve is hard and needy all over again.

Forgetting his previous nakedness, Steve is surprised to feel a firm hand around his cock. He has to break the kiss to look down and watch but the sight is well worth it. Eddie’s fingers are wrapped around him tightly, the rhythm of their movement already starting to drive him absolutely mad. Knowing all the pent up want from before is going to bite him in the ass and make things happen much quicker than he wants, Steve impatiently pushes at Eddie’s swim shorts until he’s naked from the waist down, too.

Then, his own hand joins the party. Their fingers, almost like magnets, lace together around both of their lengths. Steve can’t help the gasp that brings forth – not only has he been dreaming about this very thing, but he’s also excited to realize that their fingers fit together, too. The perfection he’s been pining after is exactly that. Whatever happened in his life before, Steve lets go. He gives it all up to focus on the here and now where Eddie is jacking him off with the type of intensity and passion Steve’s only ever dreamed off. He’s exactly where he wants to be and nothing from his past life is going to change that.

----

Eddie is in a fugue state. He’s got to be because Steve Harrington’s hand is around his cock, giving him the best hand job Eddie has ever gotten.

It takes several minutes of breathing into each other’s mouths and squeezing Steve’s fingers to come to terms with the fact that this, the craziness of Steve actually wanting him enough to touch and kiss him, is actually happening. When that reality settles in, Eddie gives his all to it. He doubles down on the task at hand, putting forth all his skill and focus to bring them both to the cusp of that glorious oblivion. He doesn’t think about what happens after or how things might change. There’s no use worrying when his balls are drawing up and an orgasm is on the horizon.

Since he’s not all that sure about what’s going to become of this, Eddie does his best to remember everything. He categorizes the feel of Steve’s hand around him and the tangle of their fingers. His mind tries to record the sounds Steve makes as a drop of precum blurts from the tip of his dick. It’s almost too big of a task with so little brain power but Eddie is absolutely up for it. In fact, he’s been desperate for an opportunity to cling to these tiny details he’s never allowed himself to take in before. It’s ludicrous, really. Everything about the situation is so far from what Eddie thinks he truly deserves.

Yet, Steve makes him feel like a million bucks as the pace of their strokes starts to increase. His body is strung tight, Eddie feeling like he’s walking the trapeze trying his very best to hold on and not fall down from that great height. The nervousness of being less than adequate falls by the wayside – Steve Harrington is huffing breath into his mouth, he’s kissing Eddie’s lips. That, in and of itself, must mean something.

Eddie learns quickly that the whole thing means a lot more than he’s willing to admit. When they cum, Steve says his name again, panting it against Eddie’s mouth like a pray. He clings to Eddie, as if letting him go is the worst possibility there’s ever been. In his very core, Eddie feels the rightness of cumming over Steve’s belly and being so very near to him all at once. He too says Steve’s name like it’s God’s holy word, like it’s the last thing he’ll ever utter.

It’s a benediction.

It's glorious in so many ways.

There’s a moment where Eddie is nervous about what’s to come but that’s happily broken up by the banging sound of a fist against the closed door. Eddie shudders when he hears Robin’s voice. So soon after orgasm, Eddie almost can’t stand to have her near.

Based on her tone, Robin obviously feels the same.

“Since you two are busy loudly fucking each other’s brains out, I think I’m going to head out for the night. I’ll need an abundance of booze tomorrow to drown out the sound of you two getting each other off. Thanks for the mems, friends. You guys are the best.”

Snorting, because there’s nothing else Eddie can do, he leans into Steve and tries not to laugh outright. Robin is already scarred by their performance, laughing at her probably isn’t the best course of action. Though, Steve doesn’t seem to feel the same. He’s chuckling to the point where his chest heaves. The whole thing is so much that Eddie doesn’t try to fight it anymore – their laughter is the soundtrack Robin listens to as she climbs back down the stairs and gets into Nancy’s car.

Eddie is more than certain they’ll never live this down but that doesn’t matter when Steve’s so near. Especially when Steve doesn’t try to pull away or put any sort of space between them. In fact, Steve yanks Eddie to him, mixing their shared pleasure even further. There are kisses and a few more panted breaths. There is closeness and satisfaction.

Then, Steve says words Eddie will never forget.

“Ready for round two?”

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[dingodemon]

hc + 💕💍🎵😨

(For either Audrey or Till)

I went a little overboard with some of them so will cut the post so as not to spam

😰 - for a fear-themed headcanon

It wasn't a pervasive, all-encompassing fear.

However, when Audrey stood in the sand of the beach overlooking the ocean for the first time, dread surely found a way to creep in. Growing up in Chicago, Audrey had spent plenty of time around the Great Lakes - it wasn't the water that was a problem. Each time on Joseph's yacht, anxieties about the vast, cruel sea tugged on the back of her mind. It was the uncertainty of what laid beneath the water, both in depth and creatures. It made her feel small and helpless to its power - perhaps that was the core of it, she reasoned.

Of course, after the freeze, days travelling across the frozen expanse of water numbed any prior fear. The aquarium offered a chance to revel in its former beauty in a controlled way, inspiring a sense of wonder for what was before.

However, with an axe held to her throat in the same car, the cruelness came not from the sea, but from Joseph. "Do it, before God and all the fish!"

She felt small and helpless.

💍 - for a jewelry-themed head canon

Till never had much interest in jewelry - it just wasn't practical. Growing up playing any sport she could, it was something that got in the way. The same principle applied to the academy, of course. When the time came to board Snowpiercer, jewelry wasn't even an afterthought while she was packing.

The first time she visited the Night Car was when she truly first began to notice and appreciate not just the beauty of an individual piece, but how it accentuated features of the wearer. Miss Audrey must have boarded the train with trunks of it - something new almost every night adorned her, it seemed. Each piece told a different story, each piece made Audrey impossibly more beautiful.

Till spent more and more time during the performances admiring how Audrey strategically wore her jewelry to draw the eye to whatever features she wanted on display. How a pendant sat on her chest, how a chain hung or clung to her neck, how her rings made her hands even more alluring.

Maybe it wasn't just the jewelry that Till was admiring.

💕 - for a loved-theme head canon

Audrey had loved many things. She loved her chosen family, she loved music, she loved performing. Her duty to the people on the train came from a place of love, too.

What she had thought was love for Joseph was anything but. It was transactional and possessive - she was nothing more than something else that belonged to him. A facade she was happy to play along with before the freeze when she had the world in the palm of her hands.

She knew he never boarded the train - if he had, she knows she would've been called up to the engine. Seven years of time to process, but that bottle of whiskey still sat under the counter of the bar. He never loved her, in any sense of the word, but she was bound to him. When he returned, she pushed all the love from her heart in order to step back into her role of performing just for him.

Maybe that's why Till frustrated her endlessly. Lingering touches between snarky quips, a growing softness under a front of hatred. She hated that her heart fluttered when Till's face would flush - didn't Till know, her heart sang for Wilford?

But it wasn't Joseph that saw through it. It wasn't him that pulled her out of her self-pity and destruction in the market. It wasn't him that offered small, compassionate gestures that reassured her that at least someone still loved who she was, at her core. It was Bess. Lingering touch turned to embraces, to hard kisses in the Night Car, to a soul shattering fear of losing her forever.

When Bess ran back into Audrey's arms, she knew that she loved, and was loved, unconditionally.

🎵 - for a music-themed headcanon

Audrey sometimes catches Till humming softly as she worked. Always slightly off-key and only when Till thought no one was listening. It was incredibly endearing, but Audrey never let Till in on her secret so not to embarrass her.

[bl3upi3]

From “From the blood of my blood” on Wattpad by @_bl3upi3 (Multi x oc)

-Masterlist

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Dear Alyssa,

I can't forget you, your scent, your presence, you are everywhere, even in my thoughts. My duty to marry Helaena is the most painful thing I have had to endure after being alive and not being able to be with you.

I wish the wine could take me away from all this and closer to you, to your touch. You have a way to ease things. I still remember that night, a few days before the marriage, when you visited me in my rooms. No one could have predicted what happened between us. I know you didn't think much of it, you just wanted to experience something as you said, but I loved it and I think it was a bad idea, it haunts me.

Every moment spent with you comes back to me constantly, like a dream I can't wake up from. Your smile, your voice, the softness of your gaze, I miss it all terribly. The weight of my duties seems unbearable without you by my side. There are nights when I wonder if you think of me as much as I think of you.

Since you left, each day seems like an eternity. Duties and responsibilities weigh heavier, and every moment without you is torture. The court is full of intrigues and plots, but none of it makes sense without your presence to bring me some semblance of peace. I am trapped in a life that isn't mine, playing a role I didn't choose.

I often wonder what you are doing right now, if you are happy, if someone else has managed to make you smile like I did. The thought of someone else near you drives me mad with jealousy, but I have no right over you. All I can do is hope that you remember me with as much intensity as I remember you.

Despite everything, I know our paths cannot cross as I wish. Family responsibilities and court expectations are too great for us to follow our hearts. But know that, wherever you are, a part of me will always be with you, secretly hoping that fate will give us a chance to reunite.

With all my affection and pain,

Aegon

Dear Aegon,

We knew it wouldn't last. I care for you deeply, but not in the way I would love a husband.

I just wanted, for a moment, to feel like I controlled my life. It was selfish of me, and it should have never happened. You did nothing wrong, but we have duties we cannot escape.

That night we spent together, although fleeting, was an act of rebellion against the expectations that weigh upon us. I wasn't seeking love, but an illusion of freedom, a parenthesis in a life dictated by obligations. It wasn't fair to you, and for that, I am sorry.

The truth is that my feelings for you do not go beyond friendship and fraternal affection. What we shared was a mistake born from the desire to escape our respective realities, and now we must face the consequences. I regret that my need to feel alive has caused so much confusion and pain.

Helaena is a wonderful person, and she deserves all your attention and love. She is kind, loving, and she will bring light into your life. You both have important responsibilities and a role to play in maintaining peace and harmony in our families.

As for me, I must focus on my own duties and the future that awaits me. I hope you find the strength to move on and fully commit to your life with Helaena. She needs you, just as you need her, and together, you can build something beautiful and lasting.

I ask you not to torment yourself over what happened between us. It was a mistake, certainly, but we are human and we learn from our errors. Use this experience to grow and become the husband and leader you are destined to be.

With all my respect and best wishes,

Alyssa