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[carlotaamm]

just reminding y'all this series is MY canon version of stranger things 💌

﹂come home (s.h.)

"come home to me, okay?" "always," steve promises. in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington. (a stranger things rewrite).

﹂pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader, slight jonathan byers x reader

﹂contains: fem!reader, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers (reader more just pities steve), cursing, miscommunication, unrequited love, angst, protective older sister chaos, violence in the later seasons.

﹂blurbs

﹂director's cut

﹂playlist

﹂jonathans mixtape for bug

﹂SEASON ONE

﹂SEASON TWO

﹂SEASON THREE

﹂SEASON FOUR

⌑ status: COMPLETE (for now)

⌑ main masterlist

⌑ if youd like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[urdepressedslut]

guys 👀 i need help. . .

i’m disappointed in myself for forgetting the name of the series and the name of the author, but to be fair— it was back when i used wattpad so i can’t be too upset. anyway, there was this series on wattpad that was about bucky running away right after events in DC. he gets picked up by this family that takes care of homeless people on their secluded farmhouse, and he immediately takes interest in the reader who is very closed off and does her own thing— PLS HELP ME FIND THIS FIC! it’s makes me crazy that i can’t find it 😭

[kandidandi]

Guess who's finally reading Sleuth Jesters lol

- armrest anon

WOOO LETS GOOOOOO

[moomoorare]

I love nautical and seaside town horror stories. Tell me more about the fog and water that eats people

[acoazlove]

WING FIC WING FIC!!! AHHHHH!!! I LOVE when people write wing play!!! needy az will always be one of my fav versions of him. i NEED him!!! THIS IS SOOOO GOOD!!!

featherlight touch

a/n: and what if i said surprise smut. what then :) my soft launch of the fact i can and do write smut... <3 word count: easy peasy barely over 1k-squeezy synopsis: Given particular knowledge, you try something new. wing!fic

Your knees sink into the black satin sheets of Azriel’s bed and you sigh contently.

Across the room at the window, the curtain is haphazardly drawn, letting in a curious ray of moonlight. A dim glow lights the room.

You’re thankful for it now—the moonlight allowing you to drink in the sight beneath you with a ravenous gaze. Thighs straddling across his hips, you take in Azriel under you with, what can only be described as, ardent hunger.

But, well, it’s not often enough you get to be on top, after all.

Azriel’s wings splay out on the bed, gloriously on display. His scarred hands rest easily on your waist. His hazel eyes, narrowed in a suspicious way, are focused entirely on you. He, as always, looks devastatingly handsome.

“I’m not sure if I like the look of that look.” He comments slyly, shifting his head to flick a stray curl back from his eyes.

His hands on your waist give a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure you that he’s only teasing. His shadows lurk, traversing the rumpled bedsheets with a lazy designation, unbothered.

“Oh, hush,” you respond. “As if I haven’t been on the receiving end of this before.”

At the mere mention of your reversed positions, Azriel grins, even as a hot glow takes to his cheeks. The dusty rose colour sets a warm spark off in your chest and the heat wastes no time heading south, between your thighs.

Your relationship with Azriel is of the newer side, despite how long you've actually known each other. Long time friends, eventually, finally turned lovers.

But these new steps forward together, getting to know each other in an entirely new way—it's still enough to make Azriel fluster. Centuries old he is but a bashful shyness still remains, if only you can coax it out.

Bringing you back to the moment, Azriel squeezes your waist again, one hand shifting across your skin, his thumb dipping closer to your waistband.

“I don’t know what you mean,” He says, even as his satisfied smile gives him away. He watches closely as you pluck up his large hand and move it back to your waist, the message clear. He's not in charge tonight.

“Y’know,” you say, voice softer suddenly.

You haven’t let go on his hand. As you speak, you let your fingers travel down his veined and chiseled forearm slowly. “I learnt something today. From Feyre.”

Azriel watches you intently, the very feel of your skin across his enough to make him shudder in muted pleasure. No one touches him like you do.

Goosebumps break out along his arm as your hand reaches his bulging bicep and you drag your nails across it lightly.

“Is that so?”

Despite all his body betrays him, Azriel is a master at keeping his face and voice cool and calm. You smile at the sight of it, goaded on by his unwavering voice, and let your hand linger, resting on his collarbone.

“What did she tell you?” Azriel asks, his dark brows raising.

Purposefully, you shift your hips an inch, grinding against his own. Azriel barely manages to hide the grunt it pulls from him, his fingers flexing against your waist as if he’s resisting something more.

“She told me,” You say, dragging out the words, sultry and low.

Your hand begins to move, tracing the line of his defined chest and feeling it heave slightly beneath your touch. Tantalisingly slow, you let it trail down, skimming across his toned stomach where you pause.

“That if I ask you nicely, there’s a certain spot—”

Your teasing, trailing touch moves sideways, dipping down his ribcage and nearing his wings. They rustle against the sheets, a minuscule motion, that you hope is in what’s anticipation.

If what Feyre said is true...

Moving slow, so there’s time for him to interrupt you, you reach down and hover your hand over the delicate membrane of his wings.

Intentions clear, your eyes dart to Azriel’s to check.

Pupils blow wide, the ring of hazel you love so much barely visible, Azriel looks debauched before you've even begun. His hands are stilled on your waist and his cheeks are that same glowing scarlet. After a beat it becomes clear he’s waiting, not stopping you.

Grinning, you take your cue.

Brushing your fingers gently across a section of his wings, the reaction is instantaneous.

Azriel shudders, his whole body shivering as a strangled breath passes through his clenched jaw, his eyes fluttering closed. The hands on your waist constrict, tightening his grip, and beneath you his hips shift up, into you.

The shape of him, pulsating and hot, suddenly feels much firmer than before.

“She’s—right.” The words come out in two stilted breaths, Azriel’s chest rising and falling a little faster now as he fights to compose himself. His eyes open, heavier lidded than they were a moment ago. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Is she?" Your voice is lilted in mock uncertainty, given away by your mischievous grin. "I think I better check again."

This time, instead of a small brush, you try something bolder. Two fingers on either side of a prominent vein, you draw a delicate stripe up his wing.

Azriel whines— a soft, pitiful noise that leaks out through his clenched teeth. It melts into a soft groan as his whole body shifts, his hips shoving up, seemingly out of his control. His hands pull you down at the time, dragging you forward against his hardness.

Something fiercely hot simmers in your gut, both at the friction and his glorious reaction. He's been fucking holding out on you.

"I don't know, I'm still not sure..." You continue, far too delighted to abuse your newfound knowledge.

Stroking another soft line up his wing, this time you're rewarded with a whimper.

"Oh, Az," You murmur, half consoling and half wicked. His screwed up eyes take a moment to find yours and you relish the panting of his chest. The rosiness of his cheeks has spread, crawling down his neck and beginning along his toned chest.

"This your plan?" He says, but it's nowhere near that unwavering voice from earlier, raspy and on the way to ruined. "To—" He takes a sharp inhale as your nail scrapes the membrane again. "—to tease me all night?"

You're impressed he's got the words out, given the sight of him. His hair looks messier now. Paired with his heaving chest and eyes bright with lust, he looks downright sinful.

"Doesn't sound too bad a plan to me." You say, letting your hips draw forward, then back, the smallest rocking motion against him.

Azriel hisses, his large, scarred hands threatening to bruise your hips with how tight they grip them. He makes no attempt to stop you though.

"What do you think?"

You purposefully retract your hand, hovering it over his wing, and watch his face. Wings are very personal to Fae and Azriel letting you touch his own, in such an intimate way, was not lost on you.

You don't want to overstep, even if you do desperately want to see what happens if you stroke once, twice, three times in a row. Gods do you want to watch him fall apart beneath you, whimpering and whining through it all.

"I think you're a temptress," Azriel says, breathless. His eyes, heavy with desire, give away his answer. A grin spreads across your face, devious and enamoured all at once.

"A temptress you'll let have her way with you?"

"Depen—ah," His voice shudders into another whimper as you touch your fingertip back to his velvety wing, drawing a small circle.

Eyes crushing closed, it takes another moment for him to catch his breath before he speaks again, breath ragged. "Mother above..."

His wing, the one you've been taunting, rustles against the bed. It lifts up an inch before flapping down in an almost impatient motion. Like a cat, wagging its tail. Azriel wets his lips again, their skin cherried and plush.

"Alright," He says, faux begrudgingly. His eagerness is given away by another impatient rustle of his wing and the throbbing length of him, pressing firmly up against you.

His gives your waist another squeeze and then lets go, letting his arms fall lax to his side. Trusting you completely.

"Have your way with me."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin��� married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

[itsbasicallycanon]

was reading little kid with a big death wish (@remedyturtles) and wanted to play around with visualizing leo and sensei's headspace and putting it alongside the outside world and i'm mostly happy with it so i'm posting it

[octxii]

really enjoyed this scene from fraycheck by surveycorpsjean on ao3

[ash-and-starlight]

“Zuko?” He put a finger under the seneschal’s nose, rested the back of his hand against Zuko’s cheek. A puff of air, a touch of warmth. Sokka could have sobbed out of relief, and when he registered the emotion it frightened him. 

The Mercy of Magpies Ch 6 out now!!

this is your sign to go read about hot middle aged men on the brink of death <333 brought to you by the incomparable @ranilla-bean and betaed by @faux-fires

Chapter Post || Cover || Map and Characters || Ch 2 || Ch 3.1 || Ch 3.2 || Ch.4 || Ch 5.1 || Ch 5.2

[alexiajjk]

jungkook fic recs list (part 1) ౨ৎ

hi!! :) here’s a list of some of my favorite jungkook fics on this app. all of these authors are so talented and i absolutely love their writing! i have soooo many jk fics saved here so i might make another lists soon <3

a- angst f- fluff s- smut

series (completed)

the love prognosis by @awrkive

medical!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!(fem)reader, corporate lawyer!mingyu, rommates!au, f2l

for as long as you can remember, you've always been a hopeless romantic. the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.

the cocktail trilogy by @borathae

strangers to lovers!au, diner!au, biker gang!au (a, f, s)

You always thought of your life as nothing exciting. Small town, stable job at the local diner, a roof over your head and nice friends. It didn’t take much to make you happy. But that all changes with the arrival of Jeon Jungkook, mysterious biker with dark hair, tattooed skin and a preference for leather jackets. It doesn’t take long for you to realise that life has so much more in store for you and Jungkook is happy to show you all of it…

inevitable by @ahundredtimesover

exes au, parents au, dad jungkook, baseball player jungkook (a, f, s)

You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

two point five by @bratkook

handyman!jungkook (f, s)

Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. Sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

between takes by @jeonstudios

porn star!jk x f fluffer!reader, porn star au (a, f, s)

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard

chasing cars by @oddinary4bts

brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au (a, f, s)

when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

still don’t know my name by @dollfaceksj

mini three-shot, cybersex, enemies (s)

In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

series (ongoing)

colour me in by @taegularities

fwb, fake dating, college!au (a, f, s)

Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening – and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.

mutual help by @personasintro

fake dating au, slow burn (a, f, s)

in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

to build a home by @soft4gguk

dilf!jk x nanny!oc / ceo! jk / strangers to lovers (a, f, s)

at twenty-eight, jungkook sees himself go from a family of three, to one of two - heartbreak never comes easy, but nothing could've prepared him for being a single parent as a result of Ira walking out on him. pain brings chaos and he's in need of help. it's only fateful that you so happen to be a blessing in disguise... in many ways than one.

oneshots

jump then fall (into you) by @writtenwhalien

cruise au, fake dating au, best friends to lovers au (a, f, s)

bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

not in that way by @girlygguk

childhood bffs2l (a, f, s)

in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.

star behind waves by @taegularities

estranged best friends to lovers, vacation/beach!au (a, f, s)

With a decade’s distance between Jungkook and you, your paths cross on the same island you deemed your second home years ago. And you realise once again – the ocean can never compare to the twinkle in his starry eyes.

seven storms by @wintaerbaer

forbidden love (a, f, s)

As a young woman of considerable wealth, it has always been your father's expectation that you would marry one of the local aristocrats once you came of age. Your family's stable hand? Certainly not an option

self-care sunday by @shina913

nailtech!Jungkook, meet cute (f)

You arrive at your mani-pedi appointment to find out that your usual technician is unexpectedly out. Instead, the salon owner’s son offers to do your nails instead.

[yameoto]

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

[xxdrixx]

I love this fic so so much!! the smut part is Amazing (like in all of your fics!!) but my fave part always is the end, the way Frank and Matt bicker with each other, but despite that you know they love each other, and how sweet and gentle they are with the reader and how she knows how to put them back in place lol and aaaaaahh it's just so so cute and you write them both so well, so in character!! And I cannot tell you how many times I've reread this fic and even more I cannot tell you how many more times I think about it during random moments!! I just love it so so much 💕

just need the sound of your voice

relationship: fem!reader x frank castle x matt murdock

summary: It's been too long since you've come. Home alone one morning, you try touching yourself, but find it impossible to get yourself there. Luckily, you have two loving partners to help you out.

warnings: NSFW, mostly smut, some angst and some fluff, phone sex, dirty talk, unintentional edging, established relationship, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), female masturbation, Frank-centric but Matt comes in towards the end

word count: 4.5k

read it on ao3

You woke to an empty bed. You were expecting it, but that didn’t make it any less of a disappointment. You had taken today off work, after finishing a massive, monthlong project yesterday. While you had been praised by your supervisor for your hard work, you had spent the last month stressed out and exhausted, only seeing Matt and Frank for a few bleary hours every night.

It’d been a rough month for them as well. Matt had had a rare criminal trial that had only finished a few days ago, and Frank had gotten so bored with you two so absent he’d taken up some contract work in construction to get himself out of the apartment. He typically stayed home most of the day, taking care of the cooking and the cleaning in between tracking leads for his less legal work. You and Matt made enough for him not to need a standard job.

You were grateful he’d understood your absence, but now you wished you could wake up beside him, even if Matt would still be gone. You wanted him to mumble, “morning, sweetheart,” into the skin of your back, wanted him to press a kiss to the top of your hair, or to your lips. Because that had been the other issue with how busy and stressed you’d been for the past month—you hadn’t had the energy for sex, unable to offer anything more than an apologetic kiss whenever one of them asked.

Now, though, every touch of sheets against your skin felt like a reminder of what you’d missed the past month. You wanted to come.

You rolled over to check the time. 10 AM. Frank would get home a little after 3 PM, Matt not any earlier than 5 PM. You tried to convince yourself it would be worth it to wait. Matt could always tell when you’d gotten yourself off, even if you’d taken a shower and changed the sheets, and he would always get the saddest expression on his face, like he’d failed you, even though you’d told him it was okay.

Five hours until Frank would be home. It felt impossible.

Fuck it, you thought, and reached your hand down your body, between your legs, unsurprised to find yourself already wet. You gathered some of the slick on your fingers before beginning to work your clit, and you gasped at the sensation, hypersensitive after so long without.

God, you wished they were here with you. You could only imagine the beautiful sounds Matt would make as he ate you out, the low hums of pleasure vibrating against your cunt. How Frank would catch your responding moans with his mouth as he ran his fingers through Matt’s hair, setting his pace, Frank’s cock hard against your back in reminder of how he was going to touch you after you came on Matt’s tongue. You lost yourself in the memory of how they’d touched you like that before. The speed of your fingers on your clit picked up, and you gasped again, hips jerking as you—

The orgasm fled. “No!” you half-yelled. You became aware of the cramp in your wrist and stopped. Trying to catch your breath, you attempted to think through what it was you needed. Something inside you, maybe. Your fingers wouldn’t be like their lengths, wouldn’t even compare, but you didn’t own your old toys at this point, not with how satisfied they’d always kept you. You used your other hand this time to reach down and wet one of your fingers before pushing it inside, easily finding the spot you needed and beginning to stroke it, your hips jerking upwards into the movement. You let out a low moan and added another finger. Your mind fell back into the previous memory, and you tried to imagine the weak pressure of your fingers as Frank’s thick cock filling you. Matt would kiss you through the stretch of it, and you’d be able to taste yourself on his tongue. You’re doing so well, sweetheart. He’s big, I know, but you know how to take us. You know how to make us feel good. “Matt,” you moaned to the empty room, speeding up your fingers. You like that, don’t you sweetheart. You like it when I talk you through it. Are you going to come for him? I know he wants to feel how tight you get. Frank would let out a low moan at the words, never as articulate as Matt but just as enthusiastic. “Yes yes yes-“ you gasped, back arching off the bed—

Again, you didn’t make it to the other side of the peak. “No!” you half-whimpered this time, more upset than angry. You didn’t know why this was happening, why your body was rebelling against you. Maybe you were still too stressed, but it certainly didn’t feel that way, not with how wet you were and how good it felt. You needed- you needed-

Them. The memory wasn’t enough, you needed one of them to talk you through it. You found the time again. 10:30 AM. You wanted to call Matt, knew he would be a better at what you wanted, but he’d likely be in meetings, catching up on the other work that’d gotten pushed with the trial.

Through your lust-filled haze, you didn’t care. You would call him, and if he picked up you would ask for help and make it clear he didn’t have to give it.

You grabbed your phone and dialed, held it up to your ear with bated breath. Voicemail. Now that you called, you knew you needed to leave a message, so he didn’t worry you were dead somewhere. “Hey,” you said after the tone. You tried to make your voice sound normal, but could tell you only half-succeeded. “This isn’t an emergency, everything is fine, I just—need your help. If you’re not busy. Um. Give me a call back if you have time. Otherwise I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”

You hung up and stared at the screen. 10:33 AM. Frank would be on lunch. He was less likely to have his phone on him than Matt, especially since he would often work straight through.

But you needed him. You needed the low rumble of his voice in your ear. Needed him to tell you how to touch yourself.

You dialed. He picked up on the first ring.

“Sweetheart?”

“Frank.” You almost wept at his voice.

“Hey, you alright?”

“Yes, yes,” you insisted. “It’s just- I- do you- can anyone else hear me?”

“No. I’m in the truck on lunch. Jus’ you’n’me.”

“Good,” you breathed. “It’s- I-”

“Sweetheart?” he asked again. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I just-“ it all spilled out. “I know we haven’t had sex in like a month because of my stupid work and I just wanted to get off but I can’t and I don’t know why and I—will you talk me through it? It’s- I know you’re on lunch, and you’re busy and you can say no, I just-“

“Quiet,” he said roughly, and the words caught in your throat. He wasn’t articulate like Matt in bed, except when he was giving you orders or instructions. “Why d’you think you get to come?”

“I- please, Frank, I-“

“That’s not a fucking answer.”

Your heart raced. He was going to give you what you wanted. “I- I- I’ll get myself ready for you. And then you can come home and fuck me however you want.”

“Mm,” he said, like he was considering. “Yeah, alright. Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“I’m- I’m on our bed.”

“Naked?”

“Yes.”

“You have your fingers in your pussy, yeah? Trying to pretend they’re my cock?”

You moaned at how well he knew you, at hearing your fantasies spoken in his voice.

“Use your words,” he rasped.

“Yes- yes, Frank, yes.”

“Mm. How’s that working out for you?”

“Not- not good.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. You on your back, or your stomach?”

“Back.”

“Turn over. Ass up, face against the mattress. Put the phone down close enough to your mouth so I can hear you.”

You pulled your fingers from your cunt and did as he said, telling him afterwards.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you let out a sharp breath. “Now, you’re gonna touch your clit. Slowly.”

You reached your hand down your body and did as he said. The position made you feel exposed and so, so turned on. You liked it when they fucked you like this best, and Frank knew it.

“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered.

“So- so good, Frank, fuck, I-”

“You’re so fucking wet right now, aren’t you? Fuck, sweetheart, I know you’re drenched. What a little slut you are, wanting to get off to the sound of my voice.”

You moaned. “Please, Frank, more-“

“Go faster, sweetheart. Go as fast as you need. I’m gonna listen to you come, yeah? Gonna sit here and listen to you come, listen to you think you could ever make yourself feel half as good as I do.”

“Fra- Frank, Fra- oh-”

“You got your fingers inside yourself still? Come on, sweetheart, you know you like how it feels when I fuck you like this. You know I can make you feel so fucking good like this. C’mon, use your fingers. Pretend they’re my cock. Gonna make you come,” he said, and his words got lower, rougher, the way they always did right before he came. You moved your hand from your clit to your cunt, stroking the spot inside yourself again. “Gonna make you come.”

Your body reacted to his words and his tone like muscle memory, and you felt your pussy clench tight around your fingers. You gasped, your hips rolling—

You didn’t come. You let out a cry of frustration.

“Sweetheart?” Frank asked after a moment, his voice back to the gentle tone he most often used with you outside of the bedroom. “You good?”

“It didn’t, it didn’t- why didn’t it work, Frank, I-“

“Shshsh,” he soothed. “S’alright, s’alright. Gimme a sec, yeah? Gonna stay on the phone, just need you to be quiet for a sec.”

You nodded, stupidly, and waited. There was the sound of a car door opening and closing, the muffled sound of footsteps, then Frank’s voice and the voice of another man. They spoke briefly. “Thanks, man, see you tomorrow,” Frank said, then came the sound of him getting back in the car and the engine turning over. “I’m on the way home, sweetheart. Be there soon. You’re not allowed to touch yourself until I come home, yeah? Gonna fuck you so good. S’what my good girl deserves.”

“Wait, Frank, I-”

“Nah. You’re gonna do what I tell you, yeah? No fucking complaining, or you won’t get to come at all.”

“Frank-”

“Don’t touch yourself. I’m gonna be home soon. Can’t wait to see my good girl. You’re ready for me, huh?”

“Yes,” you agreed, and moved your hands off of yourself. “Can I- can I turn over on my back while I wait for you?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, whatever you need,” he said, gentle for a fleeting minute. “Just don’t touch yourself.”

“Okay,” you said weakly.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Gonna hang up now and drive, yeah? Be home soon.”

You sighed as the call dropped, then rolled over and sat up against the pillows. You watched the bedroom door in anticipation, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt at relief.

As the minutes passed, the haze of your lust started to clear, and you couldn’t help but begin to feel unsure and embarrassed. There was no reason for Frank to leave work early just because you couldn’t get yourself off. God, you shouldn’t have called him, much less let him come home-

There was the sound of the key in the door, then the familiar sound of Frank’s gait as he entered and locked it behind him. “Sweetheart?”

“In- in here,” you called, and your voice shook.

He entered a moment later, shoes already off, in a gray t-shirt darkened with sweat and black pants that showed off his powerful thighs. God, even after living together for years, you could never stop yourself from appreciating how beautiful he was.

He leaned over the end of the bed, covering your naked body with his, and grabbed your face in one large hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. “You follow instructions?”

“Yes, but, um, Frank, I-” The words caught in your throat. He watched you with those beautiful dark eyes of his, trying to figure out what was wrong. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve—I shouldn’t’ve called you it was- inappropriate, and I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have taken time off work just because I’m-” you gestured at yourself.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he said, keeping his gaze on you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I don’t care about that job. I was doing it because you and Red’ve been busy. You need me, I’m here. You call me, I’ll come. Yeah?” You hesitated, and he repeated, “Yeah?”

You nodded, gave a small smile. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good girl,” he said, the rasp back in his voice that promised a conclusion to what you had started over the phone. “Gimme a sec, sweetheart. Need to take off these clothes and wash my hands. Don’t want to get all that dirt and dust in the bed.” He kissed you again, then went into the shared bathroom to do as he promised, returning after a minute, wearing nothing now but his underwear.

He climbed onto the bed, then knelt and pushed open your thighs before settling his broad shoulders in between them. You gasped at the sudden pressure holding them apart. “Wait, Frank, I thought-”

“Wanna make sure you’re ready for it, yeah?” He said, looking up at you.

“I am, I am,” you said. “I need you, please-“

“Shshsh,” he said, and pressed a finger against your clit. “You’ll have me, sweetheart. You’ll have me.” He continued playing with your clit, and you gasped and rutted your hips against his hand, desperate. “Want you fucking drenched before I take you, though.”

“I- I am,” you said, and you moved your hips against him as if in proof. You could feel your own slick dripping down your pussy, wetting your thighs. You knew he could feel it, see it. “I- I promise, Frank, I can take it-“

“Mm,” he said in acknowledgement. He removed his hand from your clit, and you hoped that meant he was going to move and give you what you wanted, but instead he grabbed your thighs and moved your cunt closer to his mouth, making an obscene noise as he licked at your slit.

Your back arched off the bed, and you let out something almost like a scream. He did it again, and again, until you no longer had the strength to hold your body up and dropped it back to the bed. You rutted your hips against his face, his nose hitting your clit as he continued to eat you out, the wet sounds of his lips and tongue on your sopping cunt filling the room. Your eyes fell closed, every sensation beginning and ending with his skin against yours.

He pulled just far enough that you could still feel his full lips brushing against your pussy when he said, “that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” you gasped, and reached out to bury your hands in his hair, drawing him back to your cunt. He chuckled against you, the rumble going right where you needed it, and he sucked on your clit until you let out another high-pitched sound and your hips jerked up, the rest of your body curling in on itself as you felt your-

The orgasm fled, and this time when you cried out, “no!” you felt tears follow.

Frank pillowed his head on your thigh as he looked up at you. “Sweetheart? Hey, what’s wrong?”

You pushed yourself to sitting, pressed the heel of your palms into your eyes. “It didn’t work. It didn’t- this is the fourth time today, where I almost get there, and then I don’t, and I don’t know why, and I just feel so- I feel so- broken.”

He pushed himself up and grabbed your chin, forced you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you say that shit. Don’t you fucking talk about yourself like that. That’s- you know that’s not you.”

Because it wasn’t. It was the voice of your first, terrible ex, who’d never given you an orgasm and done everything possible to make you believe that it was your fault, instead of his. That there was something wrong with you, that even if you had friends who were able to get off, maybe you couldn’t, because you were broken. It’d taken a lot of time to undo the effects of his words in the relationships that had come after, but you’d never had an issue since you’d started dating Matt and Frank. You’d still told them about it, to ask that they not take it personally if you didn’t come when you had sex.

“Frank, I…”

He let go of your face but didn’t stop looking at you. “You call Matt?”

It took you a second, through the tears and the lust, to respond. “What?”

“Before you called me, did you call him?”

“Yeah,�� you said. “It went to voicemail, though. He’s- he’s probably busy catching up on work.”

He searched your face, and you watched his gaze catch on the tear tracks covering your cheeks. “I’m calling him again,” he said, and grabbed your phone from the night table.

“Wait, Frank,” you said, reaching for your phone. “He- he’s busy, we don’t need to bother him-”

“I’m not letting you think about yourself like that.” His tone gave you no choice but to submit, your body making the decision to stop talking before your brain had.

Matt picked up on the third ring. “Hey, sweetheart,” he sounded tired, and you felt worse. “I know you called earlier; was in a client meeting and couldn’t get to it. Is everything okay?”

“You need to come home,” Frank said before you could speak.

“What? Why?” Matt said, all exhaustion gone from his voice.

“Tell him,” he ordered, holding the phone out to you.

“It’s- it’s not a big deal, Matt, we’re fine, I promise-“

“Tell him,” Frank said again, and his dark gaze made your stomach flip over.

“It’s- I- I’m just- I want you to come home to fuck me,” you got out in a rush. “I know you’re busy, and I wasn’t trying to bother you, but-“

Frank took the phone back from you. “She can’t get off. Almost came four times today and can’t. She just called herself broken. Like there’s something fucking wrong with her.” You knew the anger in his voice was at the ex that made you feel this way, not you.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a long moment, and you felt so embarrassed and horrified that you had bothered not one, but both of your partners for something so unimportant. “It’s not a big deal-“ you tried, but Matt cut you off.

“I’ll be right home.”

Frank breathed out in a huff you recognized as relief. “Alright, Red. See you soon.” The call ended, and he put your phone back on the nightstand before giving you a long kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re gonna make you feel good. You know we’ll get you there.”

You wanted to believe him, but found yourself saying, “Frank, it’s—it’s okay if you don’t. I’ve been so lucky that’s it’s never been a problem with you both before, because it has been in all of my other relationships. I just- I just don’t want you to feel bad if I’m going through this again.”

“You don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” he said, and kissed you again. “This isn’t about us. We know that.”

You pulled back and nodded. “Right, I just-”

“Hey,” he said sharply. “Enough. You’re my good girl, yeah? My good girl gets what she wants.” He kissed you, and this time you felt it as a precursor. He moved away, and rasped. “Turn over, facing the door. Ass up, face against the mattress. Gonna fuck you just like you want it. And either you’ll come on my cock, or we’ll give Red a helluva welcome home gift.”

The words sent another jolt of lust rushing through you, and you obeyed immediately, arching your hips and pushing your ass towards him. He slid his fingers into you to make sure you were still wet enough. You moaned when he stroked your g-spot a couple of times before he removed his fingers and mounted you. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he muttered. “Like you’re sucking me in. Want it so much, huh?”

You could only moan half of his name, the stretch and the fullness everything you had wanted since you’d woken up. You pushed your ass back against him. “More, more-“ you gasped, and he grabbed your hips and half-pulled you onto his cock fully. “Mor-ahh.”

He bent over you, covering your body with his as he began thrusting. “Yeah?” he murmured, the breath against the shell of your ear making you shiver. “This what you wanted?”

“Yesyesyes, please, oh, Frank-” You felt like you had lost all control over your body, trying to move your hips as he rutted into you, moaning at his pants and the sound of skin against skin filling the room. God, you needed Matt here, needed his cock in your mouth or his words in your ears, or fuck, his thick cock inside of you beside Frank’s. You needed, you needed-

The door to your apartment opened and closed, and you made a low noise, Frank grunting into your ear. “Matt, Matt-!” you called, and it came out a whimper. “Matt, please-”

Frank let go of your hips to reach a hand around your waist, pulling you up so you were seated on his cock, just as Matt appeared in the doorframe. His glasses were off, tied loosened, shirt sleeves rolled off to reveal his powerful forearms and you had never seen anything more beautiful. “Matt-” you cried, reaching for him.

“I’m here, I’m here-” he said, crawling onto the bed and pressing a kiss to your lips as Frank slowed his pace. “We’re here, sweetheart, we’re going to make you feel good. Let me just take off-”

“No,” you begged. “Kiss me, kiss me, just-” He kissed you, and you reached for his hand and put it on your clit. He began playing with it in the way he knew you liked as he kissed you, and you moved your hips until Frank took the hint and sped up to his earlier pace.

That was it. That was what you needed. Frank’s cock inside your cunt, Matt’s tongue in your mouth, and both of their bodies pressed against you, so you could feel every part of them. You could hear Frank’s quiet grunts, and the wet sound of Matt’s sloppy kisses and you- you-

You came with a low noise from deep in your chest, breaking into moans and then whimpers as they fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt Frank come inside you, and that set off another, smaller orgasm that Matt stroked and kissed and praised you through, until you were sated and boneless, only sitting up from their strength.

Matt gathered you to him and you all collapsed to the bed together, your face pressed to Matt’s chest and Frank’s arm around your waist from behind. It took you a moment to remember that Matt hadn’t even taken his clothes off. You forced your eyes open. “Wait, Matt, you-”

He silenced you with a kiss. “I’m fine, sweetheart. I, uh-” he blushed, and you realized you couldn’t feel him against you. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Jesus, Red,” Frank muttered, but it was too fucked out to hold much rudeness. “That a new record for you?”

“This place smells so strongly of her that I was trying not to get hard from a block away. You wouldn’t have lasted either if you felt her come the way I did.”

Frank made a low noise, but didn’t sound convinced. You reached behind you and flicked his chest. “Be nice.”

He grunted, this time in agreement, and you smiled when you felt him reach over your head to give Matt a kiss.

Suddenly, you were filled with such love for them, these two men who loved each other and loved you, who others feared but never shied away from their partners’ rough edges. “Hey, you guys?” you said. “I love you both so much. You know that, right?”

Frank’s breath caught. Matt answered first. “I know, sweetheart. I love you, too.”

“Frank?” you prompted after a minute. It was always harder for him to accept than Matt. Matt knew you loved him now, he just sometimes had trouble remembering that you wouldn’t abandon him. Frank, though, had once admitted to you that he sometimes felt that you were both some sort of joke, some kind of cosmic con, that he’d wake up one day and you’d have been nothing more than a fever dream.

He kissed the top of your head. “Yeah. Love you,” he murmured quietly against your hair, and you sighed in contentedness.

Matt spoke after a moment. “And there’s nothing broken in you, sweetheart. Anytime you need a reminder of that, you tell us. I’m sorry we’ve been neglecting you.”

“No. You haven’t been neglecting me. Neither of you. We’ve both been busy, Matt, and I think it has just been so long since we’ve been able to be together, the three of us, that I needed you both to come. I know, with the way our lives are, that it’ll probably happen again, but at least next time-“

“-you’ll know what you need,” Matt finished with you.

“As long as you know you can ask for it,” Frank said. “Like I said, sweetheart. You two are- are all that matters to me. You need me, you call me, I’ll be there, yeah?”

“And I will, whenever I can,” Matt promised. “Some of us have full time jobs and can’t drop everything-“

“Oh fuck off, when’s the last time you cleaned the bath-“

“Okay!” you interrupted, laughing. “I get it, thank you.”

Matt chuckled and kissed your neck. “Good. I took the rest of the day off from work, so I need to get changed and eat lunch, but you can get some rest. You’re going to need it for later,” and you sighed happily at the promise in his voice.

[fiarfliart]

@buggachat's ghost au phantom pains (and other hints of you) has been bouncing around in my head rent free <3

+ the older doodle from november that spiraled out of control tonight:

Oh and some from today I didn't add more too:

Gotta love Adriangst. Adrien Angstagreste. It gets real Adriangsty, this isn't even the adriangstiest part

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[oopey-doopey]

*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

[ky-landfill]

“He even got a picture of all three boys, together, in Times Square. Smiling. Like a family.”