#golddaggers smut

[golddaggers]

cruel summer

pairing: thor x reader;

warnings: well there are some mentions to smut but nothing explicit. maybe some curse words. nothing too extreme. 

a/n: okay so i am drunk and secretly on my mum’s laptop. forgive me any mistakes on it? i guess? and i’m breaking the dry spell on this blog!!! sheesh. i hope y’all like it and send me some feedback. it’s nice, really. 

word count: 2,8k+ i think

[summer]

The first time it happened was unintended. Drinks at the bar after a long, long day, a lot of careless flirting that turned into making out and eventually lead to where I knew I'd always end up: his arms.

In my defense, how was I supposed to say no to Thor? Say no to the gentleman he always was with me, a comforting hand always heavy on my shoulder when I needed it? Heck, how would I deny someone who would seek after me once we weren't in the battlefield just so he knew I was alright? I couldn't.

And of course, I wasn't going to be the one refusing that gorgeous man. So tall, so wild. Everything I wanted. Everything that seemed so out of reach.

But I should have found the will to say no. It was insane. We worked together, damn it. Given, we were both a little alcohol intoxicated and with a pent-up energy that was desperate, clawing its way out of our bodies. Nonetheless, by the end of the night we agreed, between shared breathy laughs in the dark, that we wouldn't do it again. That it was the sensible thing to do.

Lord knows what'd happen if Tony were to find out about this one night stand. We were lucky enough nobody saw us heading back to my apartment, a rented place in Cornelia Street. It was small and somewhat messy, still, the place was enough for the two of us. We christened every single room that night, ending sprawled on my bed, chuckling at our recklessness.

Being around him was easy as gasping for air. Plus, how can I say it? Thor had skills no man before him had showed me. Even the smallest of thoughts about it sends shivers down my spine. I indulge my mind then, contemplating on how easy it was for him to pick up on my tastes. He definitely spoilt me to other men in that aspect. Some others too.

I woke up in the morning after feeling sore everywhere. My legs felt as if they didn't belong to me any more, so I limped my way into the kitchen, finding him in nothing but black underwear. I was suddenly very conscious about my nudity, which was brushed off when he came to me, a childish grin followed by a peck on the cheek.

At that moment, I hoped we could really just keep this as a dirty little secret. It wouldn't happen again, we agreed, so we might as well linger a while longer. Enjoy whilst we could.

How wrong I was, though. Nearly every night along that summer, we kept finding our way towards each other, sloppily kissing while our bodies were one. Surrendering to an overwhelming desire that crept inside us. It felt like he was a strong magnetic force that kept me bound to him.

The bliss came to an unexpected halt when I saw him entirely invested in a conversation with somebody else. I was aware that I was in no place to be jealous, but she was so beautiful. The straight blond hair falling scarcely to the middle of her back, green eyes sparkling with the won interest of him. Body curved like an hourglass. My heart clenched, uneasy. I couldn't control it, not now.

I felt so silly to have trusted our rushed promises between the snaps of his hips against mine. It was obvious he didn't care about me like that, the crazed, jealousy infusing kind of way.  What in Heaven's name was I doing anyway? Was I out of my mind?

It was cruel to have allowed myself to do this. And stupid. We both agreed to no-strings-attached and here I was, so damn knotted. Sinking deep into something with no future. Typical me.  

From a distance, I watched as his eyes followed me out of Steve's birthday party, forcing myself to run to the back yard. I couldn't be around him. Couldn't let him see how wrecked I was.

The grass was wet below my bare feet when I took off my heels, throwing them to the side. At this point, I could feel the alcohol effects clouding my brain, I needed some time to calm down, to get my shit together.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" His hand was warm on my shoulder, "You left in a hurry."

I was sitting on a cold swing, my head resting against the chain. Green grass pickled my feet, it grounded me to the present. To what was truly happening. I often slipped into my thoughts, blocking out everything else.

This was a moment I wanted to keep.

"I'm fine," I shrugged, croaking out a response, I didn't want him to know I was crying, "I mean it. I just needed to catch some air."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Thor, I am," Wiping away the tears discreetly, I hoped my puffy eyes would go unnoticed, "You don't have to worry about me."

There was a shift in his breath, a low chuckle, and he stood before me, one hand cupping my cheek. In that position, he looked even more massive than he already was and it made me feel tiny, meaningless.

Molten deep blue bored into my soul when I dared to look up at him. He was lost, unsure what to say, how to deal with me when I was like that. I knew Thor didn't want to hurt my feelings or burn the bridge that kept our friend in place. He was scared. Just as I was.  

"I always will." Thor whispers then, deep and certain, "We are, as you say it, screwing things, are we not?"

"What do you mean?" My mouth suddenly feels dry.

"This, being together-"

"The thing is, we aren't," A huff slips from me, "We aren't together, Thor. Isn't that what we agreed? That it was too risky to date?"

"I recall us saying we would test things, that this… It was a trying out."

I got back on my feet then, his figure still dwarfing me. There was no refraining on touching him, my hand gently palming his strong torso, avoiding his eyes - Yes, we would try to make it work. But could we? It was easy to destroy everything at this point.

The thought of breaking up with him, severing the ties that bound us together… I don't think I would ever fully recover. It wouldn't ever be the same. That heartbreak was the kind time couldn't ever mend.

Thor was so gentle when he lifted my chin, I melted into him, a smile pulling up the corners of my lips.

"Do you want to leave this party? Go somewhere else, just the two of us?"

"What if somebody sees us?" Anxiety peaked, sweat hoarding under my bare armpits, "You know how they can be with inside dating."

A laugh fills the buzzing silent night, cutting through the insistent crickets' sound. He tugs me even closer, arms around my waist lifting me up off the ground just a hair. With forearms bare, I could feel the full extent of his sizzling skin on mine.

Our lips brush in a tender kiss, it's quick and soothing. In that moment, I feel I would stay there forever.

Wind stings my cheeks and the sky cracks. I chuckle, cocky. It feels nice to know I evoke such strong emotions on him. Powerful, even.

"Let's leave. Now," A subtle command underneath his composed voice, "I cannot…"

I tilt my head, feigning curiosity, which is dismissed as fast as it came. The night breeze dips colder, my body starts to shiver, he can notice very well how I am in need of warmth. Likewise, I notice what he means. The reading between the lines. I smile.

We leave, then. Sneaking out from different places. I tell Natasha I feel a little bit under the weather, I blame the glasses of champagne. She seems to believe. I don't know what Thor tells the others. It doesn't matter.

Later, I am pouring myself some water. Chilled, I am thirsty for it. Thor's still half asleep in the bed, snug to one of my pillows. There's this urge, for me to watch him, to observe the soft creases by his eyes, so peaceful. Not the warrior I know, just a man. A tired man.

He's been through so much.

My lips, they're still rather swollen, press against his forehead. He sighs, tightening his arms to the soft of the pillow, mumbling for me to get back. It's cold. It's late. I indulge, finding my place amidst his arms.

Yes, I would stay forever.

If he'd let me.

[late fall]

The nightclub was trembling with the loud song. It had been Wanda's idea. A celebration for Tony and Pepper's engagement. She held a strong point, we needed a break, all this pressure on fighting had taken its toll, each and every one of us were in need of a light gathering.

Brown leaves floated around me. Alcohol pumping through my veins. I needed air, needed to think. For about a month now, Thor had been gone. Said he needed some time to think, to gather himself after losing his brother. I understood. Of course.

Only after I heard that Jane had returned to the United States I truthfully comprehended. It was never about Loki, no. He needed to find out if he had got over his ex and that reached my gut like a sharp knife.

That is why you should never cultivate hope. It's deceiving and impelling to get you hurt. To be surrounded by the knowledge I was his band-aid… That forced tears to cloud my vision. I had to end this. Everything.

My tiny black dress didn't do much for the fall weather, but it took me several minutes to realise I was shaking from the cold, not my compulsive crying. I wanted to go home, so I did. Tugged Nat by the elbow, she seemed worried, though she didn't ask why my eyes were puffy and tiny mascara lines stained my cheeks. I told her to send Pep my apologies.

Leo greeted me when I returned home, his bright orange fur tickling my calves as he rubbed himself into me. Poor thing, he wasn't used to me being gone for so long. I had found him not shy from two weeks and, in the meanwhile, hadn't picked up any new missions, hence all my time was for him.

It clicked, at that instant, work was my way out of this situation I threw myself in. Plus I was sure kicking some douchebag's ass would at least make me feel avenged. I'd pretend it was him.

"Your mama will come back to you," I murmured, already tucked into my bed, my cat's green eyes staring at me in plain curiosity, "Be sure of that."

Next thing I know, I'm in a different state, running. Trouble followed wherever I went, so I was counting on that to find some sort of peace of mind. To let all my insecurities behind. And it sufficed.

At first, anyway.

Tony would call Friday evenings, surprised that I had finished things already. To be fair, I trained for this, a warrior's mind prepared to find the best solution in the smallest of time. My father, should he be alive, would be proud.

Hotel rooms were passive, cold. I hated being there, the neat wallpaper and golden furniture. Only during those nights, in which I wasn't tired enough to ignore my surroundings, I would think of him.

In my memories, it came his smile first, a hand stretched before me so we could dance in the middle of my living room, under the pale light of the moon sneaking past the window. I felt so safe then. Laughing like a child.

Eyes closed, my mind drifts. I see everything and I cry. No one cares if I am loud, so my sobs fill the room, the pillows being thrown away. I hated that I allowed myself to be led on, to be a mere, ordinary replacement.

My phone lit in the black, a few nights later, a single text showed. Come back. That simply wasn't enough now.

[winter]

Reality sinks in at ease, my entire body aching. Last thing I remembered was being in a fight. Two guys, maybe three. I knew I could take them, wouldn't have said yes if I assumed otherwise. Or maybe I was being extra reckless.

Either way, it came with a price. A deep pungle of a knife, just below my ribcage, I was lucky to be back in New York, lucky to find in me to call Steve, lucky that he picked it. Crimson red pain washed through me, I lied still in his arms.

After, all turned into a blur. There were bright, white lights above. A clean, septic-smelling room. Slouched on the couch, long legs pried open, Thor slept. So alike to my dreams, I deemed to be asleep.

The soft grunt of pain spilling past my lips woke him, deep blue into me. I looked the other way, this was much harder.

"Why… I tried talking to you."

"I know," My voice is coarse, I must have been asleep for hours, "I didn't want to hear you. Didn't want to face reality."

He stands, mighty, handsome.

"What reality?" A wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows, he's confused, I realise, "Birdie, tell me."

"Don't call me that," I frown, it's much too intimate, "Not when you are about to break up with me. I know about Jane."

There's a moment of stillness, Thor doesn't come any closer to my bed. Confusion switches to a hint of anger. I feel he's about to say I am not entitled to say anything about Jane when I called Steve first. Steve, my old crush. His friend. He doesn't like to know he was the last to be aware of my injuries.

Or at least I think he feels this way.

"What about Jane?" He asks then, a large hand grasping one of my own, "I have the right to know," His voice is soft, "Please."

"I heard Pepper telling Nat. I just… Well, you were always so in love with her!" Shameful tears escape, "I thought…"

"Thought she would come back and I would open my arms to someone who left me?" Bitterness soaks his remark, "Look at me," It's childish, but I don't, I want him to touch me, to smoothly grip my chin and make me look at him, which he does, rough fingertips just right on my skin, "I should have made it clear that all I wanted was to be with you. From the beginning. Somehow I think all of this is my fault-"

"Thor…"

"Let me," Thumb strokes my cheekbone, I nod, "It is my fault because I let you think I was not serious about this. My fault I complied to your request to keep it between us."

The thrum of my heart intensifies, I can feel it on my ribs. Never in my life someone had made me so nervous, anxious. I have isolated myself, pushed him out of my life, yet, here he is, apologising for something that wasn't his fault.

I wanted to hug him.

"This time away helped me to realise I am very serious, because all I could think about, dream about, was you. Little and armourless in my arms," Blue flickers, it's bright, shiny, a sea in daylight, "I love you. And I am sure that is the worst thing you have ever heard."

A smirk crosses my face, I can't help it. There's nothing I can say. I whisper, like a secret, a confidence, that I love him too. Have been loving him for quite a while. It was torture being away from him and I meant it.

Nobody could convince him to leave, not when the nurse came to change my bandages or Tony swung by to talk. Our hands rested intertwined the whole time.

Track of time was something we didn't focus on. I cried at some point, regretting the way I acted. It was my tendency to break things I loved, to be insecure they'd leave anyway then taking one step in advance. It's better to leave before you get left.

Thor comforted me, pulling me to lie closer. The bed was small, so we had to be super snug to one another. I wasn't complaining. I missed the warmth. Missed the light conversations.

We filled in the blanks, talked until we could do nothing except enjoy the nice silence. Sleeping together. An old, yet renewed, intimacy.

Now I was sure I'd stay there forever.

"Promise?" The sun was peeking through the curtains, I was still sleepy, soft between his arms, "Promise you will stay forever?"

I smile, eyes closed still, a syrupy happiness spreading as fast as the daylight embalming us.

"I promise," It's hushed, meant for him, "Forever. All your summers."

A happy, smooth laugh slips from him, Thor brings me closer, a tight embrace. I feel, after everything, truly happy. A cruel summer, a happy winter.

There was no doubt from this forward, they'd all be happy. I was certain, that was everything I needed from him to completely surrender. Certainty.

I surrendered.

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tags!

forever

@sea040561 @momc95 @qxeen-of-hearts

marvel

@frenfics @mrscutiefandobhaz

thor

@lancsnerd @odinson-barnes @rishlo​ @desia22

[leossmoonn]

can you suggest some stefan fics over tumblr?

yeah!!

@geminioriginalsimagines - tvd masterlist (smut imagines)

@golddaggers - tvd masterlist

@hellotvshowtrash - masterlist

@imaginethevampirediaries - masterlist is linked in one of their recent posts

@thefandomofoneshots - tvd masterlist

i hope this helped! theres not a lot of stefan imagines on tumblr:/ ill add to this list if i find any more :)

[nmikaelsonimagines]

Me As A Writer Challenge

Tagged by @the-world-of-naiyara Thank you lovely!

What fandom/character do you like to write for the most?

As this is a Klaus blog, I’m going to have to go with Klaus Mikaelson!

How do you cope with writing blocks?

I usually do something else; either carry on with university work, or read a book of my own. I’m a massive reader so this usually helps.

How often your inbox is open?

Whenever the university work isn’t too much, and whenever I’m not having a bad time of it.

What is the post you found the hardest to write?

Perhaps not the hardest to write, but I remember being really stuck on Only If For A Night. But, luckily, I got that sorted. 

What topics are the hardest for you?

Probably anything sensitive; sometimes, they can relate to my own life and it can be a bit hard. 

Do you find it hard to say no to a request?

Yes! I hate saying no to things, which is why I set out my Rules and Guidelines so I could minimise the amount of times I have to say no.

How many requests do you have in your inbox right now?

None! (Would gladly take some)

What topics do you don’t want to write about?

I always say no to requests about cancer and suicide. Again, these are topics relevant to my own life, and not only that, I don’t feel like I can do them justice. 

What Tumblr writers do you like the most?

I don’t actually read a lot of other stuff, but @bonniebird @justfangstvdto and @golddaggers are the first people that come to mind.

How long the requests usually stay in your inbox?

That all depends on me tbh. At the moment, I’m about 2 weeks ahead in writing which is pretty awesome.

Do you prefer to answer the requests or to write your own ideas?

Definitely the requests! Although, I do have my own ideas once in a blue moon.

What are your top 5 most popular posts?

Of all time? I’m going with the imagines that have the most notes: Just Friends, Predatory, Reunited, Pregnancy and Only Trying To Help

Smut, humor, angst or fluff?

Fluffy angst (flangst?)

What are the works you liked writing the most?

This changes frequently. At the moment, the work I’m most proud of is Right Where You Left Me. 

Name some ideas your working on now.

Anything that has been requested recently has been written (and waiting to be posted over the next week), so nothing at the moment! 

[golddaggers]

bloody amazing. the way you paint thor to be is so real, shy and confused and embarrassed. i love every inch of it. and the main character is pretty awesome, I'd like to know more about alex tho. by the way,,,,, i am beyond curious to know if it's a woman or a man. you kept that pretty gender neutral. but well. can't wait to read more!!

Dark ‘n’ Stormy Masterlist

For all your poorly written Thor x Reader fic needs, look no further.

Updates are incredibly sporadic, and of varying lengths, because I am the worst. Most definitely NSFW (for the most part). There is a fair amount of smut, mental health wonkiness, and tangential discussions of life in New Asgard.

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Pt. 5

Pt. 6

Pt. 7

[howardpotts]

Love On The Brain

Taglist open / Updates every friday

Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x Reader (later on maybe some Bucky Barnes x Reader) 

Summary: You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer?

Warnings: Smut, voilence, drugs, alcohol, guns, death, murder.

Beta’d by @golddaggers and @tranquil--heart!

One: get close to you

Two: start loving me

Three: can we burn something

Four: buy your pretty heart

Five: get a taste

Six: you got me like, oh

Seven: i can’t get enough

Eight: no good without you

More coming soon...

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The Matchmaker: Seven

A/N: Smut. Smutty Smut. Bucky is an adorable horndog. Fight me.

Bucky loved this century with you in it. Before everything had just felt awkward and strange. He felt like a goddamn missionary in a strange country. Except he wasn’t trying to convert anyone and everyone seemed to be trying to convert him. 

You never did. Even if you teased him about being a fussy old man, he was as he was and all you wanted to do was spend time with him. 

That was nice.

Really nice. He loved waking up to you asleep with your head on his shoulder. Hugging him to you like a massive teddy bear. He loved the feel of you. Knowing you were safe and warm. Feeling like he’d come home at long last. 

Missions he still hated. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of struggling. Of watching people die. Of being the reason that they died. 

He craved the simplicity of being with you. How safe it all felt. When he got home, he ached to be close to you. For warm hugs and tender hello kisses. For his favorite meal and cuddles in your bed. He just. He couldn’t bring himself to call you. He felt dirty. He felt like if he touched you, he’d ruin you. 

“Call her,” Rebecca said sternly, glowering at him. 

“Becky, it’s not that simple,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you fighting?” she asked?

“No, but,” he started.

“Are you disinterested in her?” she shot back.

“No!” he cried.

“Then call her, James,” she said firmly, “She’s giving you the space you asked for. Now you pull it together and call the poor thing.” 

Bucky shook his head, “Becky, I killed people. Bad people but... people.” 

Rebecca squeezed his hand, “She knows, James. She knew who you were before you ever plucked up the courage to take her to dinner.” 

The former assassin sighed, “She’s too good for me,” he said softly. 

“Hush,” she said. “Just let her love you, Bucky. Stop deciding things before they need to be decided.”

Bucky sighed and kissed her cheek, “How’d you get so smart, huh?” 

She smiled and patted his cheek, “A lack of head trauma probably had something to do with it,” she said fondly. “Now you tidy up and go see your girl, hm? She’s missed you.”

______________

Bucky stood outside the study room where your roommates had told him you were. Your head was bent over your books and papers. Ink stained your fingers. You looked frazzled and stressed and it looked wrong on you. You were supposed to be all wide eyes and big smiles. He paused, hand on the door and took a deep breath.

“Hey, Kid,” he said softly. 

Your head snapped up and you grinned, you out of your seat and clinging to him like a spider monkey. Your lips crashing into his, hungry and needy. Bucky wasn’t ready for it. He caught you, if only just, his hands sliding over your backside to support you as he hefted you closer. 

You taste like mint and coffee and pastry. He melts into you and his hand tangles in your hair, his tongue sliding against yours. It isn’t until he tastes salt that he pulls away, wiping tears away with his thumb. 

“Shhh,” he soothed, “I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” You hide your face in his neck and he rocks you softly, stroking your back. “I was so worried,” you murmur. 

“I know,” he said, “I just... I felt. I felt like I couldn’t touch you. Like. Like I was too... Like I couldn’t come home.” You smudge desperate kisses along his jaw and card your fingers through his hair, “Except you’re home for me too, jerk,” you scold gently. 

“I can’t sleep right without listening to you snore. There’s too much space for me to take up,” you tell him. He smiles tenderly and rests his forehead against yours, “Baby... I’m sorry,” he murmurs. 

“I’ll forgive you on one condition,” you tell him. He looks up at you and quirks an eyebrow, “What’s that, Kid?” he asks, relaxing fractionally when he sees you smirking. And blushing. “Take me home and let me tear your clothes off,” you tell him. 

Bucky feels his knees buckle and he grins, “Yes ma’am,” he says, “anything you say.”

“Anything?” you ask, mischief in your eyes.

“That’s what I said, Darlin’“ he drawls, putting you down so you can pack up your books.

__________________________________

Hungry kisses burn down Bucky’s chest as you unbutton his shirt. He’s already throbbing and aching for you and you just got started. You’re amazing, he decides. And you’re wearing way too many clothes. 

He reaches for the hem of your sweatshirt with eager hands and you slap them away gently, “You first,” you pant. He groans, “Baby,” he protests. 

“You said anything,” you remind, teeth grazing his nipple and making him whimper in want. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “I’m gonna remember this. Brat.” You grin up at him, looking feral and hungry, “I’m planning on it,” you tell him. 

“I’m gonna turn you over my knee and spank you until you can’t-” he pants, “Fuck.” He can’t think to finish that thought. His prick is exposed and you’re kneeling in front of him. His hands find your hair, not to push your head but to stroke your hair. He chokes on a strangled cry as you lick up the underside of his prick and take him in your mouth, working him slowly with your tongue. 

This was new. Girls in his day didn’t do those kinds of things, but then... girls in his day didn’t tend to have four gay roommates. You were doing things to him he’d never felt before and he was getting close. 

It had only been a few minutes. it couldn’t have been long and he was already about to burst. “Stop,” he panted, “Stop, don’t- not in your mouth.” 

You pull away and nuzzle his lower belly, standing to strip yourself bare. You maintain eye contact with him as you stand in front of him, smirking slightly, “Do you want me on top?” 

He nods, breathless and helpless. He reaches for you, making grabby gestures, “Gimme,” he said softly, “God. Please. Wanna see ride my dick.” 

You nod, “If I can even take all of you,” you tell him, smirking as you roll a condom over him slowly. Bucky chuckles and cups your ass in his hands, “Take your time, beautiful,” he says, “I got all night.”  You sink down onto him slowly and he claims your lips in a kiss that makes you shudder with need.

“Fuck,” you whimper, adjusting to him slowly, “God you’re fucking huge.” He groans with want and buries his face in your breasts, wordlessly worshipping you body and showering you with praise. 

When you start to move on him, he almost loses it that instant. He lets his head loll back and just loses himself in the feeling of you. His hand grazing up your thigh. Searching eagerly for your clit. He wasn’t coming without you. He didn’t want bliss if he couldn’t feel you with him. 

“Yes,” you pant, “Yes. I’m- oh. Fuck. Fuck.” you cry out, nails sinking into his neck and Bucky lets himself spend inside you, biting into your shoulder to muffle the roar. 

_________

In the quiet of your room, somewhere between rounds three and five, Bucky held you on his chest. “I love you,” he said softly.

You look up at him and smile tenderly, “You promise it’s not just the afterglow talking?” He chuckles and swats you on the ass, “No,” he said, “you brat. It’s not the afterglow... But I still can’t feel my toes quite right.” 

You giggle and kiss him slowly. “I love you too, handsome,” you tell him.

Tags: @lancsnerd​ @stevieang​ @golddaggers​ @blameitonthecauseway @qxeen-of-hearts​ @process-pending​ @xmarveled​ @beautybyfire, @etherealwaifgoddess, @mschellehitt, @mistressoftorture @thorfanficwriter, @ctinadiva, @innerpaperexpertcloud @amalthea9   @cdwmtjb8

[thamuddagirl]

‘Revive the MCU’ drabble challenge

The Marvel Cinematic Universe will always have a special place in my heart for many reasons. The most important reason, however, is that I had the privilege of meeting some of my closest friends because of it. The love i had for the movies and characters caused me to meet a wonderful group of girls. We decided to become friends, and very quickly started bonding over the crazy ideas we had and fanfiction we read. Some of us even started writing our own little stories. To this day, we still hold each other very close. Sadly, ever since Endgame happened most of the MCU-fandom has lost it’s spark. The last few movies that came out didn’t just end the third phase, they ended us. But not for long, because we are back! And we have a plan...

What’s the plan here?

In order to revive the MCU and bring back the excitement, we have decided to open our asks and accept all of your requests. We will be taking your ideas and will be turning them into drabbles of about 500-1500 words long! However, submitting an ask to one of us does not mean that the drabble will be written by that specific person. All of the received submissions will be thrown on a pile, after which each of us will be chosing which one appeals to us. After we have chosen which ideas we want, we will get to writing. Hopefully we will be able to bring the MCU back to life and encourage all of you to start writing again too!

All ideas are welcome!

Writers of this challenge: @howardpotts​ @golddaggers​ @retrobhaddie​ @peachy-parkers​ @tranquil--heart​ @thamuddagirl​

Rules

In order to submit an idea you must follow the following rules:

Submit a drabble idea that includes at least the featured characters, the setting and the genre you have in mind. (more on this under the cut!)

You must at least follow the person who decides to write your prompt (following the rest of us too is more than welcome ofcourse).

Please reblog this post on your wall if you enter a submission.

Requests deemed as inappropriate will not be included.

No incest, no noncon, no dubcon

You can not request smut on anon

For the record: @retrobhaddie will be participating in this challenge. Because she doesn’t post fanfiction on her tumblr page, all of her drabbles will be posted by @thamuddagirl​ crediting @retrobhaddie​ ofcourse.

When requesting a prompt, at least include:

Characters/ pairing (two characters or reader instert, no OC’s)

Genre (fulff, angst, smut, etc.)

Setting (not necessarily time and location, but general backdrop and mood of the scene.

We look forward to receiving your beautiful ideas!

[controloffandoms]

Katie’s 400 Followers Challenge

It’s here guys!! 400 Followers Writing Challenge!

Thank you to all of my followers, I never thought I’d get past 100 followers, let alone have 400! This is for anyone who would like to participate! This writing challenge consists of two categories: Character and Prompt. 

For the character, you can choose whomever you would like from the following fandoms: Supernatural, The Originals, Marvel Comics/Cinematic Universe, DC Comics/Movie versions, Young Justice, X-Men, Hawaii Five-0, Macgyver, NCIS (original, LA, and NOLA), Chicago Med, Chicago PD, Chicago Fire, and Criminal Minds. There are (probably) hundreds if not thousands of characters to choose from. 

For the prompt, you can choose the category: angst, smut, joyful, depressed, calm, crack, fluff, etc. You will tell me what kind of prompt you would like and I will give you a sentence starter/line to either start the fic or be put in somewhere in the fic you write. (Example: you choose angst, I give you the sentence starter- I can’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye.)

I will read every fic that gets sent to me and I’ll make an effort to comment on what I like from it. If I do not do exactly that within 24-48 hours, send me a message with the link to your fic and I will get right on it!! I need all fics by September 1st, 2019, 10 PM Eastern Standard Time.

Alright, time for some rules. 

- You can request as many characters and prompts as you would like, but only in twos. Say you want six characters and their respective prompts, you request two at first, write those fics and then ask for more.

- The reason for the previous rule is that I want to get all of the fics you request. I don’t want ten people telling me they want five characters each then only giving me one or two fics by the end of the challenge!

- You can make the fic as long as you want it. My only request is that if it is over 400 words (see what I did there?) then you need to add a ‘keep reading’ tab.

- You can do any pairings you would like within the work. You are also entitled to cross categories, but I won’t be giving you a second prompt for it (i.e. You asked for an angst prompt and I gave you one but you add in an angry smut scene because you felt like it).

- You need to tag me both in the tags and at the beginning or end of the work so that I get the notification for it! (You can also use Katie’s 400 Followers Challenge).

- Make sure to go to THIS DOCUMENT to put the information about you and your work so that I can put it all in a masterlist when the time is up. If the fic is not in this document (unless special circumstances are met), you will not be added into the masterlist.

- For your character and prompt, send me an ASK (no anons please). No private messages please, I won’t give you the prompt and character through PM.

 - You are allowed TWO do overs for the prompts if you do not like the one I give you. After two, you are stuck with the one you got. 

- The day these fics are due is SEPTEMBER 1st, 2019. You can start your fic as soon as you get the prompt back from me! All fics are due to me by 10 PM Eastern Standard Time.

- Make sure to put proper warnings on your fics please! 

BE CREATIVE!!! I’m very excited to read your work, no matter how long you’ve been writing! 

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[clnriswood]

VOID STILES X READER (SMUT)

Our Little Secret (part two)

Requested tagged -   lilithmouse - golddagger-s -  go-teeha -  nefeliwinchester1 -   ssa-banshee -  inumorph 

Part one 

a/n: Like 5 people at least requested this so I finished it since it’d been in my drafts for months, but I hope you like this mess! x

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Her boots clacked harshly on the hard floor as she raced down the hallway, her hair flying back, chest heaving with every breath. The lights in the hall flickered dangerously from white to blue to pitch black. Somewhere nearby, she heard a muffled cry.

“Scott!” she screamed, skidding into the nearest classroom, where her friend lay a mess on the ground, clutching at his bloodied stomach.

He blinked his fiery red eyes open as he groaned out in pain.

“I’m-” he panted, his body shaking lightly, “fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” she panicked, touching her fingers to his chest and pulling black with ruby red stained flesh.

“I’ll heal,” he tried weakly.

The smell of pencils and whiteboard cleaners hung thick in the air, the building eerie with its ominous lighting.

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” she sighed softly, grabbing for his hand.

“(Y/N),” he said, eyes going wide,

“Shut up and stand,” she laced her fingers through the werewolf’s.

“(Y/N),” he tried again.

“I’m not letting that son of a bitch come near y-”

“(Y/N)!” he barked, making her jump.

“What?!” she hissed.

He pressed a finger to her parted lips, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“I need you to get out of here,” he worded very softly.

Her heart sunk, head spinning, “he’s not- I mean he can’t be-”

“Please,” Scott urged softly, “be safe.”

She stared defiantly at her friend, tugging nervously at her black skirt, “no."

“For god’s sake,” he begged, clasping at either side of her face, “now is not the time to be brave, okay?”

“He’ll kill you,” her voice broke.

Scott’s big golden eyes glowed fondly at her, “but he won’t hurt you.”

She nodded lightly, squeezing his palm.

“Go, Scott,” she urged.

He stood up, unsteady on his two feet, his lips bent. With a nod, he turned towards the forced open window. Then he stopped, a whooshing noise coming as a sharp blade went flying through his back, and a pool of blood spurting from his lips.

“Not so fast,” came a familiar and hoarse voice.

The perpetrator stood in the doorway, his chocolate brown hair a mess over his pale skin, his heavy eyes lidded with dark circles. He shoved his crimson soaked hands into the pockets of his black jeans, his pink lips twitching dangerously.

Scott went crashing to the floor as her scream of shock met the air. She snapped around, chest fiery as she met her eyes with the void’s darkened orbs, “stop.”

“Now why would I do that, sweetheart?” he cooed, stepping over to her crumpled friend. “This idiot has been a particular nuisance as of late, I wouldn’t mind putting him down.”

“Please," she begged, stepping between Scott and Stiles, her voice desperate. She reached out a hand to push him away, but left it hovering inches from his chest.

He let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering to her slender fingers and back to her trembling lips.

“Afraid to touch me?” his throat rumbled as he walked forcefully into her palm, his chest forced to her skin, its muscular curves harsh under her fingertips. She could feel the thrum of his heartbeat pulsating lightly beneath her touch, could absorb his drawn out breaths.

“You promised,” she urged softly beneath her breath.

A mutual connection was shared between his lusty eyes and her terrified ones.

“I said I wouldn’t come near you, not anything about you running to me,” he hummed.

Scott writhed a bit on the floor, trying to pull himself up with no luck, “what the hell did you do?”

Her heart raced in her chest, eyes falling on his parted and chapped lips as she ravenously recalled how good they’d tasted on hers.

Stiles’ eyes darted over her innocent face, his lips twitching, “but part of you wanted to find me, didn’t you?”

Her eyes locked to his, voice fierce, “no.”

He drew out a long sigh, pulling her hand down from his chest and looming over her so that she was forced to stare into his unblinking gaze. He towered over her body, his minty breath fanning across her doe like eyes.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, sweetheart.”

“(Y/N)-” began Scott.

“I need you to go,” she turned her cheek to him.

“N-” he began.

“Please,” she shut him off. “I know this doesn’t make sense, but I need you to trust me.”

His gaze softened, and he nodded lightly.

“Just, one thing,” he reached for the bloodied knife that had been in his chest moments ago, flinging it across the room and watching it fly through Stiles’ side.

The boy cried out in pain, face alight with rage as he hit the ground.

Her heart dropped in her chest as she watched him go sinking to the ground, and she saw no mercy in his expression.

Scott dragged himself beside her, watching as Stiles’ head lulled and vision blurred black.

“You’re okay,” he rubbed her wrist soothingly, “you’re okay.”

…

His eyes blinked open to a hazy classroom, and she could see the memories flood back to him. He focused on her, making out her white blouse and dark skirt, her legs which swung over her chair, hair water falling over her pretty face. And he screamed, but no sound came.

“Would you look at that,” she slinked over to Stiles, turning her chair backwards and wrapping her legs around each side as she came inches from the boy.

“Now you’re the one who’s gagged and helpless,” she sighed.

He groaned against the fabric in his mouth, wrists bound behind him.

“As much as I’d love to hear you scream, I’d pick the binds if I only had one choice,” she recited his words from the last time they’d met.

His eyes flickered over her face, brows arching.

“I was going to blindfold you but I thought it was overkill,” she placed her chin in her palms, leaning so close to him their noses almost brushed.

“And now you can watch as I give you what you deserve for hurting my friend,” she growled.

She reached forward, gently hooking her thumbs into his gag and pulling it from his chapped lips.

Stiles ran his tongue over them, laughing softly and maniacally.

“What?” she hissed.

“You could’ve let Scott finish me off, so why are you doing this?” he breathed.

”I wanted to be the one to make you suffer,” she bent towards his face.

“But you won’t,” his cool breath fanned across her skin, dark aroma filling her lungs, “or you would’ve already.

Her heart skipped a beat, breath catching in her throat, “or maybe I wanted to hear you scream.”

“But there are other ways you could make me do that,” he smirked as she reached for the bloodied blade from earlier, not afraid of her in the slightest.

“Shut up,” she hissed, running a hand through her hair with agitation.

“You’re angry,” he cooed, “it’s hot.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she paced, running the edge of the blade lightly on her palm.

“Angry at yourself,” he continued. “Is it for what you did last time? Does that mean admitting to yourself that you’re not the sweet little girl everyone thinks you are?”

She stopped, feet planted, back to the boy.

“Or does it mean admitting you wanted more?” he mumbled.

The churning in her stomach practically ripped her to shreds from the inside out, her blood rushing through her ears.

“Come on sweetheart,” he soothed. “Torture me.”

She snapped around, knife pressed to the void’s throat, his heavy lidded eyes drifting down to her trembling hand and back up to her face.

“Do it,” he growled, pressing his skin into the blade.

Her chest rattled as she struggled to maintain her breath, tears clawing at her eyes.

“Spill my blood, show me how alike we are,” he said.

She chewed at her lips, a tear hitting her cheek, every instinct calling her to slit his throat, every nerve telling her it was what he deserved.

“DO IT,” he screamed, leaning forward in his chair and helping the edge of his throat meet the metal, a thin line of crimson trickling down his neck. He tried again, pushing his flesh into the knife, but before he could hurt himself further, it went clattering to the ground, and so did she.

“Fuck,” she cried, falling to her knees, hands grabbing at her hair as she felt crystal droplets hit her cheekbones. She could feel his gaze on her as she cried, and he wanted nothing more than to embrace her then, not that he could. She sniffed and wiped at her glistening eyes, raising them to Stiles’.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she whimpered.

“Like what?” his dark orbs flickered over her face.

“Like you’re right about me,” She clenched her jaw, watching as ruby blood spilled down the boy’s front.

“That’s not what I was thinking,” he sighed, his voice softening.

“So?”

“So, I want to stop denying myself the part of me that aches for you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, her heart sinking low in her chest.

“And I want you to do the same thing,” he breathed. His pained gaze settled on her features, chocolate hair messy atop his forehead. “Kiss me, or kill me,” he dared.

She stared into his darkened eyes, a broken sigh emitting from her lips. Her pulse went crazy as she breathed shakily, “I want….”

“What?” he urged huskily. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Her gaze flickered over his face and perfect body before settling on his bloodied neck.

Stiles’ breath hitched in his throat as she wrapped a leg over each side of his own, her body pressed to his as she straddled his lap. She brought her shaking fingers down his freckled cheeks, eyelashes fluttering as she crawled her fingertips under his jaw and tilted his face to the side.

“I want-” she tried again, her words not coming as she bent her lips into his exposed flesh and attached them gingerly to his neck.

Devouring him slowly, Stiles let out a soft groan as she ran her tongue in circles over his ruby stained skin and sent little vibrations into his body. Her mouth traced patterns down his flesh, her fingers forcing his jaw up so she could access every piece of him. She growled softly as she forced him roughly aside, grinding lightly into his body and staining her lips bright red. She pulled from his neck with a heavy breath, her bright eyes blinking into his hungry ones. He flickered his orbs down to her lips, a soft rumble emanating from his throat when he saw his blood dripping from them. He bent forward into her mouth, grumbling impatiently when she tilted her head out of his reach. His brows came together as he tried with no luck to rip his hands from the binds that held him to the chair.

“Not so fast,” she cooed, bringing her thumb to his lower lip and dragging it softly down.

She slung her arms around his neck, combing her fingers roughly through Stiles’ soft hair and lifting her neck to his opened mouth. He took her flesh between his lips immediately, but before he could taste, she’d pulled away again with a little smirk.

“Stop,” he growled hoarsely, the bulge in his pants prominent as it pressed harshly against her.

“I am still gonna punish you,” she breathed quietly, hooking her fingers into his jeans, “just differently.”

“Untie me,” he barked, edging for her lips again.

“No.”

And then she was climbing off his lap, taking the fabric from his legs as she did so. Stiles shifted in his chair but she dug her nails to his knees and forced him down. She removed her skirt and top excruciatingly slowly until she was stripped to her lacy black underwear. Her cheeks flushed under his eyes, fully aware of her exposed sate and only making Stiles crazy with how bashful she looked. She felt his fingers twitch longingly for her skin, his breathing coming in faltered cracks, hating how unaware she was of her own effect on him. Then she locked her eyes to his pleading ones and sunk to her knees before his lap, spreading her legs carefully behind herself and blinking up innocently at Stiles. He practically devoured her with his gaze, as she did him, her focus shifting to the hardened shape beneath his boxers. She spread Stiles’ legs apart and sunk her face between them, dropping little kisses over his clothed cock. Her palms reached up, dragging little circles over the fabric and having little luck to grasp him all between them.

He shifted uneasily in his chair, but she forced him down again, unable to resist any longer as she ripped his shorts from his body, her mouth watering as she caught sight of his size.

“God, you look so good,” she whimpered, diving between his legs and licking a slow stripe up from his base to his tip. She moaned gently, her hand grabbing for his balls as she fondled them. Her lips made an O shape as she took his dripping head between them, his pre-cum salty on her tongue. She made a soft and desperate noise that made Stiles groan in anguish, her mouth working wonders on his cock.

“Let me go,” he breathed again. “Please, so I can fuck you properly.”

She shook her head against his rod, only driving him more crazy. A soft gagging noise spilled from her lips as he hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back, unable to fit him all in and instead using her hands to pump what couldn’t be held in her mouth. Liquid mess spilled down her chin as she more forcefully worked her hands on the warm member that hollowed her cheeks. Stiles pushed forward in the chair with agitation, making her pull her mouth from him. His nostrils flared dangerously, meaning she knew she’d have hell to pay later, but for now, he was hers. She dove back between him, lightly swirling her tongue against his tip before delving all the way in, showing no restraint even when he was forced to her throat. Stiles’ moans of combined pleasure and agony drove her faster, no mercy as she took him in and out, over and over. A series of profanities tumbled from his parted lips, his head rolling back and fingers leaving nail marks in his palms. Her eyes locked to his as he began to convulse, and they were sparkling with innocence despite the circumstance at hand. She gagged and wrapped her hands around his shaft, finishing him off with harsh breaths, Stiles taking everything in his power to keep his eyes to hers. Even when his hot cum went shooting in her mouth, they never broke their gaze. She sucked off of him with a faint popping sound, swallowing down the hot liquid in her throat and drawing her tongue over her stained lips.

The girl stood gingerly, wrapping her legs over his right one and dragging her clothed heat over him as she bent into his lips, their chests heaving in sync.

She tilted her face to his mouth, surprised when he opened it against hers and spoke softly, “untie me.”

“Kiss me,” she ignored him.

“First,” his voice came hoarse, “untie me.”

His breath was hot over her face, and she tilted back with narrowed brows.

“Or what?” her lips twitched daringly.

“Or there’ll be hell to pay when I get out,” he barked, his purple shadows casting attractive rings under his eyes.

“I think I already have that coming though, don’t I?” she grinned nervously.

“Fuck you,” he breathed as he went for her lips, attaching his gently to her own.

She smiled into his mouth, kissing him slowly and passionately while adjusting her legs over him. He didn’t even take notice, so engrossed by the taste of her that he didn’t catch her moving. He dipped hungrily into her mouth, letting a slow sigh out into her as his tongue found its way between her salty lips. She cupped his freckled cheek in her palm, sucking on his tongue with a low groan that echoed into his mouth. Stiles’ eyes flew open in shock when he felt himself enter her, his hardened cock sliding between her dripping folds and snugly into her pussy. She sat atop his lap, never once pulling from his chapped and intoxicating lips as she slid down on his cock. He went still, his mouth freezing open. Slowly, he dragged his face away from hers with an extended groan of pleasure.

Her face contorted as she took him in, her nails sinking into the small of his back and leaving red crescents as she released a small noise of discomfort.

His purple ringed eyes softened at the sight, aching to soothe her, “(Y/N), sweetheart-”

“It’s okay,” she drew her unblinking stare to his and moved to rest comfortably against his base.

She slid her fingers to the back of his head, grasping soft strands of his chocolate hair to her palms and touching her forehead to his as she gently slid up his cock.

“Fuck,” her voice broke when she brought herself back down, growing comfortable around his size as she was stretched wide around his shaft.

She drew up, faster this time, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused on Stiles’ irregular breathing, and soon enough, she was bouncing steadily up and down on his cock, thick waves of pleasure rolling across her body with every motion of him inside her. She pulled at his hair, her figure bobbing roughly on his size as she drew out his name through a slow sigh. Again, Stiles’ fingers were grasping at the binds around them, his charcoal eyes locking with her distinguished ones, their faces inches apart. Steady slapping noises came as she’d hit his base, the sound rhythmic as she rode her body into his with soft exclamations of his name. Her forehead glistened with sweat, lips trembling and only steadied when he locked his mouth against hers. The combined intensity of his throbbing cock and swollen lips was enough to almost drive her over the edge at once.

“God, Stiles,” she gaped, burrowing her head to his collarbone as she rocked her pussy on him, his tip brushing right over her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming off your lips,” he blinked up at her, working at the binds again.

And then her beautiful and fragile form, its purity shattered against him, became too much. He let out an infuriated growl and ripped his hands backwards, the chair shaking from their movements, fabric fraying at the base of the wood before snapping altogether.

They both heard it, the breaking of the cloth, the silence that followed, and at once they were still. Stiles’ hands swung loosely forward, his wrists raw and red, his eyes widening with surprise at his own success. And then, slowly, his mouth twitched into a tantalizing smirk, his darkened eyes flickered up to her shocked ones, and he didn’t need to say anything for her to know what was coming.

“Stiles,” she croaked softly, “Pleas-”

But he was up in a flash, nails digging harshly into the girl’s things as he scooped her fragile form against his and slammed her back against the large wooden desk, causing her to cry out. He pulled his throbbing length from her, forcing her hands above her head as he climbed atop her and snaked over her menacingly, his voice a low whisper. He marked her flesh instantaneously, enjoying how she writhed beneath him as he left his chain of purple bruises circling her neck.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so dominant,” he admitted, eyes crackling with lust as he bent across her collarbone and trailed his mouth to her exposed skin. “You know what you want,” he breathed his mouth against her before settling for a patch of skin which he worked his tongue ruthlessly against.

She whimpered quietly, locking her fingers into his large veiny hands, “Stiles-”

“So do I,” he hushed, grinding his body into hers and smiling as her back went arching for him. He sucked at her skin and pulled away slowly, satisfied whilst blinking down through his lashes to look at her. Her face was bent aside, eyes closed. He grumbled with dissatisfaction, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

He shook his head in awe, bending down to her breasts and leaving a trail of soft kisses down her belly and to the arch of her hips. She whimpered softly, earning another smirk on his face as he dug his nails deeper into her wrists, “I don’t know what it is about you,” he admitted huskily. “I just know I want you.”

Her mouth fell open, no words escaping her lips as Stiles dipped himself between her dripping folds, one hand placed to her hip, another pinning her wrists above her head. He tilted his head to the sky, electricity crackling like fire across his skin as he absorbed every nerve and buzz of her body. Then, without warning, he went slamming forward, causing her to cry out in mangled desperation as he rhythmically fucked her with no mercy. He easily spread her wide, loving how she felt clenching around him, his skin alighting with heat as his hips went knocking so hard to hers that the echoes of their bodies coming together as one filled the whole room.

“Sti- GOD!” she practically choked on the air, her head rolling back.

Her hands itched for his skin but found no way out, and Stiles, able to multitask, flew his freed hand to her mouth and forced his slender fingers over her lips so her pleas came as muffled screams.

Her eyes widened as she strained against his flesh and shook her head trying to free any part of herself but found no way out of his overpowering grip, her only option to grow defenseless and limp as he fucked her into that table until she saw nothing but stars.

“Shh,” he smiled crookedly through broken breaths, dipping his nose into her neck and feeling the lurch and squeak of the surface they lay upon. “Good girl,” he littered kisses on her neck before pulling back to meet her gaze.

He found her spot effortlessly, watching as she grew more panicked, wrists bruised from his grasp, eyes welling with tears as she desperately broke like glass beneath him.

He brushed her bundles of nerves, once, twice, three times, before she shrieked into his palms, her tears catching on his skin and her body convulsing. Stiles’ face, contorted, hands loosening as he weakened under the sensation, waves of pleasure rolling over his body, giving her just enough time to free her fingers. She yanked his mouth to her lips and sucked on their nicotine, hands moving to his back as he gave short and hard thrusts. Hot waves of ecstasy went shooting inside of her, and she dragged her nails down his pale flesh, leaving burning red marks across his skin. Filled to the brim, she collapsed, body convulsing as she came around him, back arching, Stiles pulled her face into the crook of his collarbone and cooed into her flesh as she shook unsteadily in his muscular arms. Her ragged whimpers slowed, watery eyes raising to his shockingly gentle ones. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back and cradled her to him like she was his lifeline, brushing his veiny hands soothingly against her until she recovered from her high, her core aching.

Stiles pulled from her, fingers gently swiping at her heat, causing her to shift sensitively away. He smiled and dipped his grin momentarily in to latch his lips against her clitoris, shifting his tongue inside of her, and drawing away again with satisfied wet lips. His eyes crackled lustfully as he tilted her lips down and dipped two fingers into her mouth. She obeyed his movements and gently popped her mouth off of his slender fingers with a hesitant smile, tasting their mingled flavor with a small sigh. Her eyes were red, cheeks flushed, and lips bent as she took him by surprise and touched her finger gently to the monster’s lidded eyes. His breath caught in his throat, heart racing under the gentle movements of her skin.

“It’s more than that…” she whispered under her breath, blinking through her lashes.

“What?” he pondered quietly.

She shook her head lightly and closed her eyes, snapping away from him with a sudden pang of guilt. Being pressed to him, completely bare and vulnerable, suddenly faced her with the reality of what she’d just done, which sent fear coursing through her bloodstream. She shielded her body as she hopped off of the desk which had suffered dents and cracks from moments earlier.

“(Y/N)?” he arched his brows.

“I have t- have to- go” she stammered to herself, grabbing her clothes and holding them up against her as she fumbled for everything.

“What are you doing?” he said, genuine concern in his voice.

“I can’t find-” she panicked, looking for her skirt, unable to physically walk properly, her knees buckling.

“(Y/N)-”

“God, what did I do?” she mumbled frantically, her voice cracking.

Stiles vanished momentarily before reappearing in front of her, hand reaching for her cheek which she turned away from at once.

“LOOK AT ME!” he barked, sending a deafening echo through the room.

He snapped his fingers and their clothes resumed their place on their bodies.

Then she ran.

His magic locked her in before she could reach the doorknob.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

“What are you doing?” he whispered uneasily.

“You don’t understand-”

“I might-”

“YOU DON’T!” she cut him off and whipped around, hair flying into a halo around her guilty face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Stiles, or whatever you are.”

“Talk to me, then,” his voice lowered as he backed her into the door so she went bumping against it. “I’ll only bite if you ask,” he tried weakly.

She laughed pathetically, “that.”

“What?” his pink lips twitched.

“That,” she said again. “You.”

His shimmering orbs seemed to lighten at her laugh, flickering in and out through pitch black and golden haze, but she failed to notice this.

“You said you wanted me?” she whispered shakily.

Void nodded, chewing at his inner lip, the stirring emotion in his cold chest causing him utter confusion.

“Well, it’s more than that,” she tried again, tucking her strands behind her ears with a shallow breath. “Cause’ I don’t want you, Stiles.”

He short circuited, brain going blank, a hollow darkness grabbing at him when-

“I need you.”

“What?” he stammered with surprise.

“So bad,” her voice cracked. “I can’t think, o-or breathe, or control myself at all around you. And I don’t know why. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I know you’re-” she paused. “I know what you are. B-But then it’s like I’m not even in control, I can’t stay here because the longer I do, the more you get a hold on me. And I have to run, to get as far from you as I can, because I fear that you’ll touch me one more time and I’ll go over the deep end and not come back. Being with you is terrible, it’s not…me.”

“And you feel guilty, to like being consumed by a demon?” he mumbled, caging her into the wall and sending shivers through her body.

“I do. By you. By Stiles. By it all.” she sighed, her wide stare welling with moisture.

His eyes flickered once more, catching hazel rays for a moment. The void let out a soft groan, chocolate locks spilling over his forehead as he shook his head and opened up his colorless black eyes again.

“So please,” she gulped, “let me go. I don’t know how much longer I can be around you before I break.”

“Aren’t you already?” he flickered his gaze longingly over her, something changing in his demeanor. “Broken, I mean.”

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and darted her eyes to the ground.

He crawled his fingers under her chin and tilted her jaw back to his tantalizing stare.

“You’re so drawn to me because a part of you feels that same hollowness inside as we do,” he realized. “Why are you so scared of being whole?”

“Because I don’t know what that will make me,” she murmured.

“Human.”

Her walls crumbled, skin turning to ice when he brushed his thumb over her cheek, “don’t.”

“Why?” he begged, eyes flickering in and out.

“Sti-”

He cupped her with such tenderness that she never would’ve guessed the cruelty of the person behind that touch. But his lips were so soft, gentle, warm, safe, that she found herself lost in them with no way out. She reached her hand to his wrist and caressed his arm, feeling him sigh into her mouth, and tasting the goodbye in the kiss. The monster’s skin seemed to warm, his lips softening, touch becoming cautious. He pulled back, taking a moment of hesitation to delve in for one more brief second before sliding his hand from her her.

Her eyes were closed, afraid that when she opened them she’d really lose him.

But then she caught that voice.

“(Y/N)?”

Her eyes snapped open to his face, toned, smooth, familiar. And those eyes. Those glittering hazel eyes didn’t flicker black anymore. Only sunshine and honey seeped from his iris’. And he blinked as if awaking from a slumber, awoken only by her lips, and she knew.

“Stiles?”

Part three here

[roseringleader13]

I Knew When I Saw You - Alpha!Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: Roseringleader13

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 7,531

Warning: Smut - and A/B/O dynamics - marking

A/N: So I have @bilesbilinskix to blame for this being created and posted. I always had the idea but it was until she bounced up and down freaking out that I decided to actually go through with it and post it. So, here ya go Halestorm!

Credit to: @roscoeknows / @little-nya Link to original post

Tags: @skeletonangel1998 @bilesbilinskix @golddaggers @mf-despair-queen @roscoeknows @little-nya

3 years.

It’s been three years since I saw that cute little mug of a cocky sweetheart in a movie my friend Rebecca dragged me to.

Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials.

I was so confused because I had never seen the first movie so I wasn’t following along at all. But I was definitely paying attention to the whiskey eyed beauty on the screen. Is it possible to pay attention to someone without actually paying attention? The answer is yes because when the movie was over and Rebecca had asked me what I thought of it, my only answers were ‘I want to fuck that man’ and ‘I didn’t even pay attention I’m sorry’. She didn’t appreciate it but at least she let it go after a couple weeks. I was her best, and only, friend. She kind of had to forgive me. Fast forward to me being sick for two weeks straight with the flu after seeing the movie; so what did I do? Binge. What did I binge? Everything Dylan O’Brien that existed at the time. Now, I didn’t expect to fall in love with a man who didn’t know I existed and I knew nothing about, but I did. I fell in love with his cute upturned nose and how his eyes just lit up whenever he laughed. The moles that danced along his left cheek that looked my favorite star constellation Orion’s Belt. That brown mass of chocolate on his head that he alway somehow managed to have styled the perfect way; when it wasn’t hidden away in the Mets hats he owned. His veiny hands and long fingers that looked like they could do many, many things to a girl- plus it was adorable how he called them kitten claws. For a good two weeks straight I ended up watching and reading everything that regarded this man. It was unhealthy, really weird and Rebecca thought I lost my mind but I couldn’t help it. Something in me told me I needed to know about him. Everything I could find. I had two full weeks of nothing but just sitting in my bed, suffering from being sick, so I used it to my advantage and learned everything I could about him. Once I wasn’t sick anymore, I was able to move past the brief obsession and continued on with my life, but I always felt myself get drawn back to him.

Dylan.

No matter what I always found myself checking on his social media from time to time, watching his interviews, keeping up with his movies and TV shows. That’s when I started to somehow fall in love with him even though I had no actually met him before.

This proved to be a problem because I always ruined my chances to find a mate. Every time I met an Alpha who seemed to take an interest in me, I found myself comparing them. They didn't have the right eye color. Their hair wasn’t brown and styled right. There wasn’t any moles lining their left cheek. The sense of humor and respect they had wasn’t at the right levels or they couldn’t keep up with some of the topics I enjoyed nor did they meet my expectations when discussing hobbies. Every single person I met fell flat because I began to realize they weren’t Dylan.

I couldn’t bring myself to like them because I was comparing them to a man I had never met, but somehow fell in love with.

The bigger problem was all my friends were already engaged, married and having kids or at least met their mates. Even Rebecca had met her mate about a year ago and I was still alone. Which was dangerous seeing as I’m an Omega and pushing 25. If I didn’t find a mate soon, my body will start to reject itself and begin to attack me. My heats were becoming unbearable to the point that I ended up in the hospital during my last one, which freaked my friends out and made my parents beyond worried to a point that they were threatening to force me to pick a mate, whether I liked them or not, simply so I could survive.

But I couldn’t do it. Something inside me was telling me I needed to wait a little bit longer. I couldn’t explain why and no one was willing to listen when I did. I couldn’t settle because I knew. I just knew. No one I met would be good enough in my eyes. They weren’t good enough because they weren’t Dylan and now I was going to die alone and useless because of him. But today that changed.

3 years later I was finally going to meet him. I had worked hard all year and saved up enough money to take off work for a week and go to the San Diego Comic Con, bought a special VIP pass to have a one on one meet and greet with Dylan O’Brien. My body felt like it was singing as I stood in the line to see him, fans all around me giggling and squealing just like I was on the inside. My outer appearance was oddly calm and collected despite how every inch of me felt like it wanted to jump off my bones and do some kind of dance.

My y/h/c was down and styled in soft curls while I had the perfect amount of eyeliner on to make my y/e/c pop. Soft pink lip-gloss coated them while my nails were shining from the manicure I got the day before. I had to look perfect. I had to look presentable. I needed him to see me and be awestruck just like I have been with him for 3 years now. I wanted him to feel like I did. As the line got shorter and I got closer to the room where Dylan was, something inside me started to feel weird. My stomach wouldn’t stop twisting in these weird knots and my heart felt like it was suddenly going to burst from my chest. At first, I thought maybe I was having a random heat flash but when I looked around me and noticed that no one seemed to be sniffing or smelling something, that’s when I realized that I was the only one feeling this sensation. But I wasn’t going to let it ruin this. So despite the pain and overwhelming emotions, I pushed on and kept at the line until finally I was in front of the door that kept me. My palms were beyond sweaty at this point and it didn’t help that I was the last person Dylan was going to be meeting. Pulling out my phone, I looked over my appearance just one last time. My tank top was pulled down enough to show the top of my breasts but I didn’t look slutty. The jeans I wore still hugged my ass and thighs like a second skin and the makeup I wore hadn’t smeared or needed to be touched up. Which was a good thing because I faintly heard the security guard call my name and open the door for me to go inside, my heart beating wildly in my chest until- It was perfectly calm. Right when my eyes met is and his scent suddenly hit me like brick wall.

~ Dylan’s POV Today was just dragging on no matter how hard I tried to focus and get it over with. It has been press conference after interview after panel. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Meeting the fans, talking about upcoming projects, seeing just how big and popular I’ve become. It was a giant rush and I loved every second of it. But I just couldn’t get out of my own head today. About six months ago I had broken things off with Britt for the final time because no matter how much we tried, it just didn’t work. Sometimes Alphas and Betas can end up being mates and having a happy relationship but we were forcing our relationship to work and it just wasn’t worth it anymore. So we agreed to end things one last time and went our separate ways. My parents were supportive, they always are, but also worried because I’m 26. I should have found a mate by now and they thought that was Britt. But surprise surprise, it wasn’t. “Mr. O’Brien, you have one more meet and greet then you can head to your hotel for the day.” One of the assistants said, making me nod while I unscrewed the cap to the water bottle in front of me. I didn’t even bother to look over at the door when they opened and led the last fan inside. But I did look up, quickly might I add, when this scent hit my nose. I could feel something inside me begin to growl and grow, a very loud chant of ‘mine’ and ‘mate’ played inside my head as my eyes roamed over the figure in front of me, taking in every little detail I could before I finally met their eyes. Such beautiful y/e/c eyes. They were like gems and I would be happy to just stare at them all day and night, never growing bored. Before I could control it, I felt my own brown eyes shift and everything got a very faint red tint to my surroundings. Except for her. God, she was beautiful. I couldn’t stop thinking it. “H-Hi.” I managed to get out, quickly standing up and offering my hand to her, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head to try and get control over myself. Something inside me was screaming for me to just grab this woman and kiss her senseless. Throw her onto the table and make her scream while I filled her up and marked her neck. But that would be bad and judging from the surprised look on her face when she realized my eyes had flashed red for a moment, she wouldn’t really appreciate me fucking her senseless when I didn’t even know her name yet. “S-Sorry. Your eyes changing threw my off. I-I didn’t you were an alpha.” was the first thing she said to me as she walked over to the table, hips swaying faintly and I had to physically bite down on my tongue inside my mouth to make sure I didn’t audibly groan at the sight. It was something so small and perfectly natural yet it was making my dick strain against my jeans like a steel rod. And she didn’t even know it. “It’s alright. Normally I have control over it. Um, what’s your name?” I asked, swallowing thickly as her smaller hand was placed in my own and the warmth and comfort that rushed through my body the moment I touched her was indescribable. Every little fraction of stress, exhaustion, and worry vanished like it never existed when her skin was against my own. And that scent of her’s being this close was making my head feel heavy and foggy, like I was drowning but I never wanted it to stop. This woman was addictive and I loved it. Mine. She had to be mine. That’s all I cared about anymore. I needed her and I’d be damned if I didn’t have her. And judging from how hard my dick was pulsing inside my boxers, my body agreed. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.” She offered in that soft voice, her eyes seeming to have glazed over the moment she grabbed my hand. I watched as the tip of pink snuck out of her mouth and wet her lips, feeding that hunger inside of me to just launch forward and kiss her. Did she feel it too? That unfathomable hunger just eating away at every logical thought? “She’s the last meet and greet of the day, Dylan. And your driver will be here in about 10 minutes.” A voice interrupted, my hand tightening around hers for a fraction of a second before I was forced to let go and take a deep breath, which I instantly regretted because it just filled my lungs even more with that scent. “Right. Thank you, Jamie.” I replied a bit too sharply, noticing how Y/N got this worried expression on her face for a moment, as if able to tell how annoyed I was. But it was probably a good thing Jamie spoke up and reminded me that Y/N and I weren’t the only people in the room. Otherwise, a second longer of holding her hand and I probably would have tangled my other one in those perfect y/h/c locks of her, yanked her against me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to memorize every inch of it while finally getting a chance to taste her. And that would not have ended well. “I really don’t mean to sound rude when I say this, but are you an unclaimed Omega?” I blurted out without thinking, watching how her eyes widened a bit and her cheeks flushed cutely, making me lick my lower lip before tugging it between my teeth without even thinking about it. “Y-Yes. I am. I haven’t found the right person to be my mate...b-but why are you asking me that?” She asked, giving me this perplexed and almost nervous expression when she did. Fuck, I sounded like a creep didn’t I? “I just- I could smell- I didn’t mean to sound weird I was just-” I stuttered over my words, groaning as I ran a hand down my face. God I’m fucking idiot. Soon a soft giggle filled the room and my head snapped up, watching as she covered her mouth with the back of one of her hands and smiled brightly, eyes wrinkling at the sides. A small smile began to pull at my lips before I even knew it, my heart skipping a beat followed by a soft pitter patter before it full on thumped inside my chest like it wanted to explode. All from hearing that soft little giggle that sounded like music to my ears and I never wanted to stop listening to it. It could easily become my favorite song. “It’s alright, Dylan. I just didn’t think anyone could smell it, let alone you asking me about it.” She admitted and gave me a reassuring smile before she began to frown. Jamie mentioned we needed to wrap this up because my driver was going to arrive any second. I didn’t want to leave yet. Something was tugging at me, telling me to keep Y/N by my side but reality started to sink in and I knew that wouldn’t be possible. Maybe I could see her again but for now I did have to leave. “Well, I’m really glad I finally got to meet you.” She suddenly blurted, that blush rising to her cheeks once more. “I’ve admired you for years and always thought you were amazing. A bit of a two sided coin with your personality, but amazing nonetheless. I really hope you have fun the rest of the convention and I wish you all the luck with your upcoming roles!” She rambled out, smiling brightly at me as she did and that pitter patter feeling came back as my stomach twisted up in knots, but my dick throbbing like a damn pump when she simply smiled didn’t help my desire to stay next to her and hold her.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me. Hopefully I’ll see you at future conventions?” I asked, smiling at her gently before hearing Jamie tell me it was time to leave.

Lord grant me something good because I had more than half a mind to whip around and actually growl at the damn woman. But I didn’t. I behaved. Shouldn’t I get a trophy for that? I felt small arms wrap around my stomach, every nerve in my body went insane. My dick was probably a solid pole at this point and I felt like I was about to cum in my jeans right then and there. This woman. Whoever the fuck she was. I think she just triggered my rut and judging from the smell I was getting off her, she was about to start a heat.

Without even thinking my arms wrapped around her much smaller frame, making it easy for me to bury my nose into her hair and take a deep breath. What I didn’t mean to do was fucking growl as I breathed out, my fingers digging into her a bit to keep a tight grip on her. When she pulled away enough to look up at me, I knew for a fact my eyes were red again and I was taking deep and uneven breaths, hands trembling against her back as I swallowed. I needed to get away from her before I do something I regret. “I-I’m sorry but I really need to go.” I forced out, giving her a smile and squeezing her shoulders, trying so hard to ignore that pleading and hunger look in her eyes as I turned away and practically rushed out the doors to meet with my driver.

That woman was mine. No matter what.

~

Your POV Rushing through the doors of the nearest bathroom, I was panting heavily and gasping for breath as I stumbled over to the sink, whining loudly as I gripped the edge of the counter, thighs clenched together in a desperate attempt for friction. Whatever happened in that meet and greet wasn’t normal. The entire time it felt like this fog was filling my head and all I could picture was stripping naked and begging him to fuck me senseless. And when he asked if I was unmarked and then that fucking growling. God he smelled so fucking delicious. A cry broke past my lips as I hunched over the counter, quickly turning on the sink and splashing my face with water. My stomach was twisting up so badly it was hurting more than I’ve ever experienced, knowing that whatever happened in that meet and greet, it sent my body into overdrive and triggered my heat far far earlier than was ever expected. I needed to get back to my hotel room and fast. But given how much pain I was in, plus all the attention I attracted as I made my way out of the convention hall by every single Alpha in the area because I reeked of slick that stained my thighs inside my jeans, it wasn’t an easy task. Thankfully there was a group of Beta women nearby that quickly realized what was happening and took it upon themselves to escort me back to my hotel room to ensure I was safe and didn’t get hurt along the way.

I couldn’t thank them enough as they got my hotel room door open and got me inside, gently laying me on my bed and telling me they hoped I was okay and that my mate, assuming I had one, could get to me fast enough to help me through my heat. If I wasn’t helped soon, I would need to be taken to the hospital again and that was going to be chaos once more. I don’t know how much time had passed since those girls left, and I honestly didn’t care. All I could focus on was trying to get my body temperature down and out of the slick stained clothes I had on. Wiggling around on the hotel bed, I managed to get completely stripped down and whined loudly when it didn’t help at all with the heat.

Rolling off the bed, stumbling steps got me to the bathroom and yanked the shower faucet up to as cold as it would go. I was about to step inside when I heard someone pounding on the hotel door like their life depended on it, making me both scared but for reason excited. My body screamed at me to let whoever was on the other side of that door in and just fuck them senseless. I craved it. Shaking my head, I yelled at them to leave and I wasn’t available at the moment but that only made them seem to pound on the door even harder. “Open the door!” The voice snapped and instantly I knew who it was, that tone being one I had grown to crave and love over the years. Why the fuck was Dylan here? How did he even know where my hotel room was? Did he follow me? That couldn’t be, I left after he did. Looking around I grabbed a bathrobe from a nearby hook and tied it on with shaking fingers, taking careful steps towards the door. “Dylan please leave! I’m s-sorry but I-I can’t!” I whimpered, laying my head against the wooden door, able to almost feel his body heat through it and wasn’t helping me at all. “Y/N, open the door, now.” He growled out, his voice so strong and commanding I couldn’t stop myself from complying. So I flipped the lock and opened the door. My back hit the wall with such a force it knocked the air from my lungs, my ears faintly picking up on the sound of the door slamming up. One hand was pressed against my collarbone to keep my against the wall while the other gripped my shoulder like it was the only life line it had. Red eyes bore down into my own, my breathing heavy and uneven as his scent just surrounded me and all I could focus on was him. Only him. Slick gushed down my thighs in a way that I swore I wet myself, knowing full well he could smell it judging from how his nostrils flared when he took a breath. “I didn’t what the fuck happened in that meeting but my fucking rut came at me stronger than I ever experienced.” He growled, voice so low and dark it made me whimper before I even realized that sound had come from me. “All I could image that entire time was just throwing you onto that table and fucking you so raw you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for weeks. Fill you up so many times the sensation of my cum dripping down those thighs of yours would haunt you and my teeth would leave so many marks on your pretty skin that no one would fucking dare even looking at you let alone try to touch you.” Dylan’s breath just as heavy and uneven as my own, his voice making me whine and claw at his shirt to try and have some kind of grounding. “When I finally got it. This powerful smell of your fucking heat when you got to the hotel, the same fucking floor as me god damn it, I knew. You’re mine. You understand me? You’re fucking mine. I knew when I saw you. You’re my mate. Only mine. And I’m gonna make sure it stays that way.”

His words made something inside me snap. I don’t know if it was from my heat induced haze or if it was from being in love with him for so many years. But I wasn’t about to deny him. My body was screaming for an Alpha. No. It wasn’t screaming for any Alpha. It was screaming for MY Alpha. Dylan. Dylan was my Alpha and I wanted to cry from the sheer joy of that information but I could do that later. Right now, I needed him. More than I needed air. “Alpha. Please.” That was all I was able to get out before his lips smashed against my own, it being all teeth and tongue, nothing romantic or gentle about it. This was raw hunger and desperation as his hands made quick work of the bathrobe and tore it from my body, a loud and deep growl of approval ripping from his chest before I could feel those strong and veiny hands I’ve fantasized about for so many years hook around the bottom of my thighs and force me to jump, wrapping my legs firmly around his hips. His lips attacked my throat and the top of my breasts, leaving a hickey anywhere he could reach as he walked over to my bed and shoved me down, keeping his body pressed against my own the entire time.

I knew this time wouldn’t be much of anything else except for him claiming me and satisfying both my heat and his rut. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and shoving both his pants and boxers down his thighs before yanking his t-shirt over his head. Seeing his chest, in person, was something I never thought would be possible. I felt no shame in running my palms over every inch of skin I could reach, listening to him moan and sigh in bliss at the feeling of me touching him. A gasp slipped out from my lips when he grabbed my thighs and spread them wide. “I’m sorry. I need it. I’ll make it up to you later.” That was all I heard before my scream filled the hotel room. His cock, long and thick which had been standing proud against his stomach just moments ago, bright red with precum soaking the tip; was now shoved all the way to the hilt inside of my pussy. The amount of slick I had been producing earlier made it more than easy for him to just slide inside and despite how horny and turned on I was, I could feel his cock spreading my walls wider than I’ve ever felt before. It was like he was going to split me in half and I fucking loved it. And apparently so did he judging from the loud groan of ‘You’re so fucking tight!’ that came from him as he gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises in the morning. “Dylan!” I whined, tone begging and pleading for him to do something. Anything. And that’s exactly what I got. He began to snap his hips so hard and fast into me I was unable to keep up, just relishing in the feeling of his dick splitting me open and pounding into my dripping wet cunt like he needed it to live. “That’s right. Take my fucking cock, mate. Wish you could see it. How wall this pretty little pussy fits around my dick. I promise, I’ll ruin you for anyone else.” He growled into my ear as he kept up the unrelenting pace, growling in bliss each time I would scream ‘Alpha’ or ‘Dylan’ followed by my walls fluttering and milking his cock in an attempt to make him cum soon because I knew I wouldn’t be lasting much longer with the pace he had set. We were pressed together so tightly that his chest was keeping my own breasts from bouncing around widely each time he slammed inside of me, my legs locked around him near his ribs and I was sure my nails were leaving scratches so deep down his back that it was going to be bleeding and take weeks to heal. I could feel the burn between my breasts from his chest hair, loving the coarse feeling of it but not nearly as much as I loved feeling that scruff on my neck from where he was licking and biting at the flesh. “I’m not going to last much longer, mate. Come with me. Cum on my dick. Let me fill you up and mark you as mine. You belong to me. Say it. Who do you belong to?” It felt as though every single sentence he growled into my flesh made his thrusts become even rougher and deeper, making my eyes begin to roll in the back of my head while everything around me started to buzz and fade out until all that existed was him. Suddenly everything went white and I couldn’t faintly hear a loud scream of his name echo inside the room the moment I felt the tip of his cock hit that one little spot inside of me that made everything just stop. It took me a few seconds to realize that screaming I had heard was myself and he had hit my g-spot. It triggered an orgasm so powerful I had blacked out for a few seconds because when I got vision back and could focus, I heard a loud cry of my own name come from his lips before a sharp burning pain erupted inside my neck. He was as deep inside of me as he could go, his dick pulsing with every little stream of cum he released inside of me and I could feel it already began to push out and roll down the inside of my thighs because of how much he had cum. His tongue ran over a specific spot on my neck soothingly, as if trying to apologize. Our hearts were beating in sync as he stayed here he was, refusing to pull out of me as we both tried to catch our breath. That’s when it dawned on me. He just marked me. Forcing my eyes open, I could see those honey whiskey eyes looking down at me with such love and admiration that it almost made me want to cry, allowing me to bring my hand up to cup his jaw and brush my thumb along the line of moles on his cheek. No words were needed in that moment. We had both finally found each other and that’s all the matter.

The kiss we shared a heartbeat later just solidified that, all of our passion, relief, disbelief, and love was poured out into that one kiss. His lips fit so perfectly against my own that I swore I was dreaming but feeling his tongue lazily play with mine, the two sliding and pulling against each other so naturally it was like we had done this a thousand times before, I knew that it was real. He finally pulled away from me to take a deep breath, a soft hiss coming from both of us as he pulled his softened cock from my more than likely bruised folds, even more of his cum pushing out and dripping down onto the comforter below me. “Are you okay?” He finally spoke, looking at me with gentle eyes as he brushed the back of his fingers along my cheekbone, the action so tender and sweet it made me smile as I nodded. “I’m okay. Just exhausted and a bit sore.” I admitted, feeling him move our bodies so we could lie beneath the sheets, his arms locked around me so I could be cuddled against his chest as he peppered kisses into my hairline. “Get some rest. We can talk about this more when we wake up.” He whispered into my ear, his warm palm slowly going up and down my spine in a comforting manner and it brought a lazy smile to my lips as I closed my eyes and relaxed. “Okay.” was all I whispered in reply before feeling his hand squeeze my shoulder for a moment and then I was out like a light.

~

Dylan's POV

I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her as she slept curled up against me. The way her hips were curved beneath the blanket, how her right leg naturally tangled with my own, her face nuzzling her cheek against my chest as she smiled in her sleep. She was just so beautiful and I couldn't stop staring. I began to slowly run my fingers through her y/h/c locks as I thought over everything that happened today before my eyes landed on that fresh bite on her neck.

She was mine. My mate.

Not once had I ever felt such uncontrollable hunger or desperation for someone, not even Britt. The thought of marking Britt at times would actually make my stomach turn, telling me it was wrong and she wasn't the one. But this girl? Y/N? Seeing my mark on her made my chest swell up with so much happiness and pride, a giant grin playing on my lips before a small chuckle slipped as I ran my other hand through my disheveled hair.

I finally found my mate.

But when I looked down at her again, I couldn't help but frown because I realized I knew nothing about her and for all I know, I could have just taken advantage of an Omega and marked her without her wanting it. She said she was an unclaimed Omega but that doesn't mean she was single. What if she just cheated on her before? What if she feels like I forced her? Is she actually going to be okay?

All my thoughts instantly halted when I felt her soft fingertips brush through the curls on my chest, bringing waves of comfort and relaxation with every single pass on her hand. There was no point in worrying about it now, so I might as well get some rest.

Keeping one arm tucked under her head so my hand could lay on her ribs, my other arm draped itself across her hips and pressed my palm into her lower back, hugging her even closer to me as I close my eyes and let myself fall asleep with her in my arms.

~

It was the sound of one of our phones going off the hook that finally stirred us both awake, my ears picking up on her groaning in protest followed by a soft hiss of pain when she went to sit up. That made me instantly wide awake and I sat up like a spring, holding one hand out near her in worry while my eyes flickered across her face. Seeing her give me a gentle smile as if to say she was okay, I eased back and saw her reach down over the edge of the bed to dig around for whoever's phone was making the noise.

My eyes trailed down the curve of her back slowly, feeling a delicious burning on my own whenever I shifted or flexed, reminding me of just how hard she had been clawing at me the night before. Watching the sheet slide off her hips and present her asscheeks to me, I didn't bother to hide the soft groan that fell from my lips, one of my hands disappearing under the blankets to readjust my growing erection.

Her head lifted and those y/e/c eyes met my own before she slowly followed down my chest. I could see the way her small tongue flicked across her partially chapped lips before they began to approach my hips, the sheet just high enough to hide what she wanted to see but judging from how her gaze darkened when she saw me rubbing my growing cock, that didn't stop her.

“Are you seriously jacking yourself off?” She asked in both a teasing and surprised tone, having turned back to face me now.

It was such a beautiful sight. All those blue, red and purple marks littered across her y/s/c flesh, sticking out and screaming that she had crazy sex just a few hours ago. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took, her hands gripping the sheet that was loose around her waist and my black iPhone laid forgotten in her lap.

“I'm not even sorry. You're just so beautiful. The faintest inch of you is making me rock hard, baby girl.”

The woman seemed to blushed before she slowly moved closer to me, one hand next to my hip to hold herself up while the other began to run over my abs. Her touch was so light that if I wasn't watching it, I would think it was my imagination, especially since she was going slow as if to memorize what it felt like.

My free hand come up and slowly ran along her skin from her knee, trailing along the back of her thigh, over the curve of her ass and pausing to get a nice palmful as I squeezed. I continued up her spine, dancing my fingertips in small circles as I did before I finally tangled my hand into her beautiful and silky y/h/c locks.

A sigh of pleasure slipped out as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall behind me, her much smaller hand wrapping shyly around my hard cock, the appendage pulsing at her touch. That soft little giggle I loved came from her and it made me smile but that soon faltered into a groan when she began to stroke me.

“A little tighter, baby girl. Yeah just like that.” I breathed out, bucking my hips slightly into her palm.

Seeing her move the blanket, my eyes remained locked on her face as she crawled over me so she was straddling my hips. Instinctively my hands went to her hips, eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion.

“I want to taste you.”

The way she said those words so innocently made my fingertips bite into her flesh and all I could manage was a small and tight nod at the thought, licking my dry lips. My dick throbbed as the idea of her pretty little mouth stroking it, sucking like it was candy.

Her lips trailed burning kisses down my neck and chest, a soft growl making it shake from the sensation of her kisses. Already it felt like she was teasing me too much

~

Your POV

It didn't take much time for me to get down to his hip bones, holding back a soft moan when I playfully ran my tongue along the faint v-line he had. Teeth nipped at the skin, smirking when his hips would jostle up and twitch at the sensation before fingers lost themselves in my hair. Glancing over his chest, I could see the dark purple marks already forming on his body from where I had paused to lick and suck at him. Marking him the only way I knew how.

“You don't need to do this.” was all I heard from him at first, his voice sounding wrecked and needy, the complete opposite of his words.

“I want to. I want to memorize every inch of you.” I whispered in reply, crawling back up his body slowly when I felt one of his long digits hook beneath my chin to pull me back towards him.

“And you will. You're never leaving my side. But all I care about, if I'm being honest, is getting my fill of you. I need to be inside you again. Feeling those tight walls just hugging me.” He rasped, his lips pressing to my own so softly and lovingly I swore it was like kissing a cloud.

I let him spread my thighs apart and place me on his lap, the bright red head of his cock brushing through my already drenched folds. My lower lips fluttered at the sensation while my walls clenched around nothing, telling me it desperately wanted him buried deep inside me all over again.

When he began to guide my hips to lower myself on him, our eyes never breaking their hold, I couldn't stop the gasp that knocked the air from my lungs. His cock stretched out my walls so deliciously, sliding inside without no resistance at all due to how much slick I had produced between waking up and now. Each curve, throb, and vein on his dick was pressed against my core like I was a second skin on him, leaving me so filled and so amazed. It was like finding that final piece of a puzzle.

“You're so fucking tight still. My god.” He hissed out, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew his nails were leaving bruises in their wake.

“You fill me so perfectly, mate. So big and thick. It's so good.” I moaned out, rubbing my fingers through that patch of hair between his pecs, enjoying the rough curls against my skin.

“And I'm going to be the only on to fill you, baby girl. No one else will ever get to feel your pussy hugging them like this. Ever again, you hear me.” he growled, letting me set the pace as my hips started to slowly rock.

Each roll of my hips allowed me to feel him dragging against my walls, that burning of his cock stretching me out beginning to fade as I grew used to it. It didn't take long for him to begin to take control, snapping his hips up each time I would roll back, shoving him even deeper inside me. Each pass I could feel the head tapping so deeply, a place no one else has ever reached before; and in the process of that movement he always found my g-spot.

The moans that poured from my lips were almost animalistic, begging him to never stop. His hands traced every little inch of skin he could reach, mapping and memorizing each bump, curve, dimple, freckle- all of it. Like I was the most beautiful glass statue.

His lips left even more marks in their wake on my breasts, not caring that they were bouncing wildly with each thrust of his cock inside of me. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to memorize the way his face was twisted up in such blissful pleasure, panting hotly against my skin as he refused to stop.

“Oh fuck baby girl! I'm not going to last!” He hissed, nipping at the front of my throat before pulling me into a sloppy kiss, teeth and tongues battling while saliva dripped down the corners of our mouths. A thick string kept our tongues connected when he broke the kiss to moan out my name, feeling how his thrusts were beginning to get uneven.

Next thing I knew, that coil in my lower stomach that had been getting tighter and tighter snapped without any warning the moment his fingertips pinched my clit, a scream of his name being echoed shameless inside my hotel room. I felt his teeth lock around his mating mark on my neck and groaned loudly as he stopped thrusting, pressing as deeply inside of me as he physically could. My walls fluttered and killed his cock for all it was worth, feeling him pulsing as streams of his cum coated my walls before slowly dripping out, rolling over his drawn up balls and landing on the sheets beneath us.

Panting heavily, I felt him lay me on my back after pulling out of me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he spooned me from behind. The heat radiating off his chest and into my skin was the most comforting thing I've ever experienced, a tired smile gracing my lips when his brushed against the mark that proved I belonged to him.

“I'm never letting you go…” he whispered into my ear, our hands laced together over my heart.

And he didn't.

~

1 Year Later

“Babe come on! We're going to be late if you don't get your cute ass down here!” Dylan's voice called from the living room, making me roll my eyes before finishing up the last touches of my lip stick.

“Patience is a virtue, Dylan.” I teased as I made my way down the stairs to meet him, smiling widely at the sight of him in that black suit I loved so much, hugging all his muscles and curves in a way that should be illegal.

“I don't want my first time going out with your folks as an engaged couple being a bad one because their daughter decided to take her sweet time.” He teased but the smile on his lips told me he didn't mind a single bit. Especially when I noticed those whiskey orbs flash red as they trailed over the skin tight purple dress I wore. He always was a sucker for his favorite color.

“They love you, Dylan and they know how high maintains I can get about wanting to look good on your arm.” I replied smoothly, feeling him place his hand on my lower back to escort me out the door.

“You always look amazing. You don't need to worry about that.” He whispered, lifting my left hand up and placing a delicate kiss on the ring that shined on my finger, the sight always making my heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” I whispered, pure passion in my tone as the words roll off my tongue.

“And I love you.” He replied with a shit eating grin, placing a promising kiss to my lips before we both got into the car and drove off.

This was my happy ending with Dylan O’Brien as my mate, because we both knew when we saw each other that our wait was finally over and we could be happy.

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

What are your favorite Dylan fics so far?

take a seat, it will take a while. again. I don’t know if you meant only Dylan fics or also his character, so I’ll do… both!

The Series Rewrite of @bilesbilinskix. (Stiles) I started reading it yesterday. It’s freaking addictive and wtf the characters are SO like the characters in the series! I mean, the way Haley writes them. and it’s the cutest.

Aftertaste by @inkstiles (Stiles) PAINFUL, REALISTIC, PERFECTLY WRITTEN. Like it’s a book. A movie. Another world. Worth reading.

The Summer Fling by @were-cheetah-stiles (Dylan) I’m way too fan of this series. Maybe too much. But there’s never too much love to give. And love… that’s exactly what this series is about.

The Mistake by @were-cheetah-stiles (Stiles) THIS ONE HURTS. But it’s the best. Look, just go read Cat’s full masterlist. Worth it.

Swip Right by @thelittlestkitsune (Void Stiles) SO good and scary. Pure horror movie. Intense, you won’t be able to sleep anymore.

Multiverse Lovers by @mf-despair-queen (Dylan and all his characters) best series you’re ever gonna read. Every chapter is full of surprise, smut, and it’s a pleasure to read.

Vapor by @sarcasticallystilinski:(Stiles) I cried. and I cried. and I cried. and my heart broke. and I cried again. yeah, pretty much intense and beautiful fic so your body just split in two.

Dreamboat (Thomas) and I Knew When I Saw You by @roseringleader13 (Alpha Dylan): LISTEN TO MEEE THESE TWO FICS ARE SO GOOOOD AND AAAAAHHHH Just go read them!!!!!

All of @honeymoonmuke, @redstringlovers, @lovefilledtragedy, @susybird, @golddaggers, @sarcxstic-stilinski, @sumcp, @fillthevoid-stilinski, @dumbass-stilinski, @minhosmeanhoe, @stilinski-jpeg masterlists! 

I would recommend more but right now I kinda need to go soo… hey hey hey! if you want more, you can track my tag #all alone he recommends or #all alone he fucking recommends or #all alone he recommends so much you need to read

And thus find my recommendations!

[howardpotts]

Two: start loving me

Love on the Brain - Masterlist in links

Pairing: MobBoss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and violence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer?

Chapter warning: Alcohol, smut

A/N: Since I don’t have my laptop in reach tomorrow, I decided to put this chapter a day early! Let me know what you think!

Beta’d by @golddaggers and @tranquil--heart!

“No fucking way”, you sigh as you get out of the car – which you’ve been in for, for under five minutes. “You’re joking, right?”

Steve gets out of the car too, parked next to two other, but just as expensive, cars. The building in which he just parked, is massive and probably has huge apartments in them.

He puts his arm around your waist, pushing you towards the elevator. Obediently you walk with him, mouth agape as you watch all the fancy cars parked there. Lamborghinis, Porches, BMWs, they’re all next to each other, one more expensive than the other. 

“So, is that your only car?”, you ask, sarcastically waving your hand as if you’re not impressed. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Got two down in New Jersey, and this one is also mine”, he says, just when we walk past a Ferrari. “It’s the 488 Pista.”

“Oh.. Right”, you say, quirking an eyebrow. A little laugh leaves his lips, making you smile as well. 

The urge to ask him what he does to earn this kind of money, comes to mind. But on the other hand, you don’t dare to ask. You’ve seen the club, the shadiness of it. You’ve seen how he spoke to that Sam guy. It’s probably best if you don’t know, to stay out of trouble.

When you thought that the biggest shock has already passed, you were in for another surprise when the elevator dinged and opened at his apartment. 

The black marble tiles on the floor shine as the white walls reflect. It looks fancy, but homey at the same time. A grey soft couch in the middle of the room, with a fireplace on the side and a big tv in front of it. You feel so out of place right now.

He walks towards another room and you blindly follow him, mouth agape as you try to find words to describe his house.

“Fuck, this is…”, you don’t know how to finish that. Beautiful? Mesmerizing? Out of this world? Every positive word in the English dictionary?

A beautiful kitchen comes in sight. There’s a big island in the middle, big enough for your entire family to join. He walks past and opens one of the billion cupboards that this kitchen offers.

“Want something to drink?”, he asks. You nod. He takes a little step aside, suggesting you to be more specific. There’s a row full of liquor. Whiskeys, wines and more.

“Uh- a whiskey is fine. Anything, really”, you say dumbfounded. He shrugs at that and gets a bottle out.

“This is my favorite one”, he says, letting you inspect the bottle. Whistlepig it says. It looks quite expensive and you’re guessing that it probably is.

“I’m always willing to try”, you say. God, why does everything you say sound so stupid right now? Where’s the confident woman at the bar? She needs to come back and fast, before she loses this guy.

“Mind if I get myself some water?”, you ask, trying to regain some control on this situation. He watches you again, eyes softer than they were in the club. 

“Feeling alright?”

“Just a dry mouth”, you explain. 

He served you the whiskey, along with a glass of water, in a minute. You give him a light smile and brush his hand as you take it from him. 

“Thank you.” A few sips from your water before you try the whiskey that’s in front of you. He watches you curiously as he takes a sip of his own. 

“What do you think?”, he asks, not even giving you a chance of responding on your own. You make a grossed out face. His smile sinks, corners of his mouth dropping to his chin. 

The expression makes you laugh, not able to hold up your act for more than two seconds. “I’m kidding! It’s sweet and hot at the same time. Tastes dangerous”, you say, pausing a few seconds. “Just how I like them.”

It’s daring for you to say, but his reaction shows that he likes it. Shuffling closer, face only inches away from yours, hand now neatly placed over yours while the other still holds the sweet liquor. His eyes are just as piercing again as they were in the club.

“Then you’re definitely going to like me”, he chuckles. 

You wanted to wait. You didn’t want to give in to your urges. You wanted him to take the lead. But the way he said it, took away the last giving fuck of keeping yourself modest.

His lips feel soft on yours, a little wet with the whiskey that still lingers on there. The kiss turns hot and heavy, you slowly try to put down your whiskey, but you spill it when he pushes you roughly against the edge of the island. 

He isn’t bothered by it at all as his hand it tightening on your hips, breathing into your mouth, his leg pushing itself in between yours. Fuck, he knows how to handle you well.

“Anything I need to know?”, he asks breathily.

“I like it rough and dominant”, you say, biting his lip after, making him grunt.

“Fuck”, he whispers. “Good thing that I’m good at giving orders.”

You whimper at that. “You?”, your voice trembles.

“I like it when you tell me how good it feels” His hands now cup both of your breasts. 

“Good thing”, you pause for a second when he rubs your clothed nipple. “- that I like talking.”

One of his hands snake away from your breasts, up to your chin. He grabs your jaw firmly, making you look at him. The rest of his hand rests on your throat, making your senses run high. “I hope not too much. I don’t like brats.”

You swallow, and you know that he can feel it. You stare at him though, but decide not to speak. It makes him grin, knowing that you talk just the way he wants you to.

He removes his hand again, taking it back to your breasts, kneading them harshly. It makes you moan softly, head thrown back lightly. Steve sees this as a chance to savor your neck with sloppy kisses. A dangerous slow suck here and there, tongue gliding over it after. 

He’s teasing you mercilessly. His leg a little deeper between your thighs, putting pressure on your folds. You try to ride his leg, trying to get some friction - some relief. But it only makes him stop in his tracks. 

“A little eager, aren’t we?”, he hisses. “Did I make you so desperate that quickly?”

You nod, embarrassed to say it aloud. 

His hands move to your ass as he moves himself to the middle. “Jump”, he whispers while still biting your lip. You obey, wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your feet so you won’t fall.  You can feel his biceps around your waist, how he grasps you, squeezing your ass to make sure you won’t slip away under his touch. 

He walks out of the kitchen, through the living room. You’re not quite sure where he’s going, but your guess is that he’s bringing you to his bedroom. 

A hard tud against some wooden door has you by surprise though. His lips crash on you again, your hands are in his hair in a second. “Fucking can’t resist”, he rambles against your lips. You want to giggle at the compliment that he couldn’t wait until you were in the bedroom.

“I-”, you sigh out of breath from the smack your back just got. “I want you. Please, fuck, please.”

He growls lowly, but your back is released from the door again, a small breeze indicating that he opened the door. A few seconds after you get thrown into something soft. Steve looks bewildered as he watches you. A cling of a belt has you looking down, white underwear already visible.

“Please, let me do it”, you beg. He stops, putting his hands in the air as if he’s done something wrong.

“Go ahead, princess”, he smirks. You act on his words, getting on your knees in front of him. There isn’t much work left but to put his pants down. He helps you by stepping out of them. 

Innocently you look up at him, batting your eyelashes seductively, before you work on his underwear. There’s a wet spot, right where his tip must be. The straining already leaves little to imagination, it’s huge and thick. Carefully, you ripple his underwear to the ground. 

“Fuck me, that’s big”, you say a little bit more to yourself than to him. It makes him chuckle, a little moment taken out of all the roughness he’s been giving you. His hand tugging your hair softly takes you back to him, though.

“Wanna have a taste?”, he asks. You nod, making him pull harder. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, god yes”, you sound a little desperate. But that’s what he likes, so you sometimes gotta give it a little. 

Your tongue glides over his length, trying to wet it before taking it in your mouth. He sighs at the feeling, his hand still in your hair, but now massaging your scalp unconsciously. You take his tip in your mouth, toying with it, stimulating his highest senses. 

Slowly you start taking the rest of it. Looking up at him, but he has his eyes closed, lips pursed. It’s a beautiful sight. Amazing how you get a man like him so pouty under your touch. 

You start thrusting with your head, a pace that’s building up some speed. His moans getting louder, stimulating words leaving his lips. Tongue dragging over his thick vein, cheeks hollowed as you tighten your lips even closer around his cock.

“Fuck, doing amazing, fuck.” His hoarse and breathy voice indicates even more that you’re doing an excellent job.

“Take it deeper, princess”, he commands, pulling your hair at the same time. “Now. Take it deeper.” You try to follow his order, fighting your own gag reflex. His tip now hitting the back of your throat, earning a big low growl from him - it sounds so animalistic and manly.

“Like that”, he whispers lowly. “Yes, like that. Fucking good girl. Keep going.” And that’s what you do. You keep going. You even get your hands in the game, cupping his balls, playing with them. It makes him swear once more, making you look up.

The only noises in the room are your slurping sounds and Steve’s groans. You can feel how damp you are, slowly getting more and more impatient to get some relief yourself. Legs clenched together while you keep sucking his cock. 

Both his hands are going through your hair, motivating you to go on. Your jaw is starting to hurt, lips feeling a bit sore, but you don’t stop. His groans are way too stimulating to stop now. His praises too pretty.

He stops you, though. A little bit out of nowhere, he pulls back, hands still clinging in your hair. Eyes full of lust, every muscle in his body now strained.

“Don’t want to end the night too soon”, he says. “Now get on the bed.”

You do as he says, back of your head hitting the pillow a few seconds after. He hovers over you, a searing kiss followed. It’s sloppy, hungry. Teeth almost clashing. Your hands are in his hair as he drops himself on you, cock pressuring your still clothed folds. 

“Get rid of the dress”, he says, giving you a little space to do so. It’s a little bit harder than you think it is, getting the dress off while still laying underneath him. And when he sees you struggling, he helps. He grabs the hem of your dress and slowly pulls it over your head, making sure that his fingers lightly touch your hips and breasts in the process.

He gives you one last harsh kiss before exploring the rest of your body. His hands palming your breasts for a second, before moving on to the lower part of your body. His lips trace your stomach, from the bottom of your bra to the top of your panties. Slowly he traces a path, tickling your senses, making you squirm under him, desperate for his touch.

He gives a light kiss on your folds, which are still covered with your soaked panties. He takes them off swiftly, in one motion as your hips jerk up to help him.

A hot breath on your inner thigh has you whimpering already. It makes you blush, how he didn’t even touch you and you were already a mess. He just chuckles as his fingers brush over your folds, teasing you from getting real friction.

“God, please”, you whine high-pitched. 

He looks up with the most devilish smile. “What?”

“Please start”, you breathe. 

One last low chuckle, his eyes focused on your clit. His tongue finds it easily. Tender and slow, that’s how he’s treating it. His hands hold on to your hips as you try not to buck your hips too much.

“Oh, fuck.” You feel slightly dizzy as shocks of pleasure go through your body. He makes little figure eights with his tongue, slowly adding more and more pressure onto your clit. It has you driving insane, wanting more. 

“Feels so fucking good, fuck you’re good”, you mumble, but hard enough for him to hear. He smiles from the praise you’re giving him and he shifts a little, making room for his hand to give you even more pleasure. 

His finger enters you, it makes you arch your back off the bed. Slowly pumping in and out, crooking it slightly. His tongue works on your clit again, faster and a little less careful now. 

“Oh my god, keep going, please - don’t stop”, you ramble. He’s not planning on stopping. Not until you come undone, which won’t last long anymore. 

A second finger now in you, stretching you lightly, his thumb now taking over his tongue to let him get a little bit of air. You’re now unashamed bucking into him, climax getting closer and closer.

He watches you, now that his tongue isn’t delved into your pussy. Your eyes closed, nose scrunched from pleasure, mouth wide open. Sometimes a harsh moan leaves your lips, sometimes it stays silent. He can’t help but smile to himself, feeling proud of how good he makes you feel at this very moment.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, getting him back to the moment. He gets his tongue back on your clit, and it’s the last straw. Your legs shake, back arched from the mattress once again, his name falling multiple times from your lips. 

His fingers leave you when the moans get quieter and your movements get uneven. God, how he wants to fuck the shit out of you after this. He wants to hear your sweet moans and cries while his dick is deeply buried into you. 

“Liked that?”, he asks darkly. You nod, watching him get back on you again. His cock is pressuring your clit, making you twitch one more time. 

“Fuck, that was so good”, you say to confirm your nod. He kisses you again, lips still wet from your juices. Your hands go through his hair. He smells so good. Even when covered in sweat and your own juices, you can smell his cologne. 

“And now, please fuck me”, you say with a little chuckle. He laughs, giving you on last kiss that could be described as sweet. After all this roughness, a little tenderness is what you both crave. But only for a minute.

His tip teases your entrance as he watches your face. You close your eyes automatically, spreading your legs, feet resting on his lower back. Slowly he thrusts in while your walls stretch. 

“Fuck, so tight”, he whispers. One of his hands are on your hips, the other next to you on the pillow to support himself. He starts pumping slowly, but quickly picking up a fast pace. 

“God, you’re big”, you say once again. He growls in response, pounding into you harder and deeper. A loud moan followed by you, your fingers on his back, nails scraping it lightly. 

“Tell me what you want”, he sighs, head in your neck as he hums lowly.

“Fuck me hard”, you plead. “Make me sore as fuck.”

His head tilts again as he presses his forehead to yours. Eyes closed, but it feels so intimate to you. You’re not sure what makes it so intimate. 

The sound of skin slapping on skin, the bed lightly creaking, your moans echoing through the room. It has him going crazy. He can feel how he’s getting closer to his own release, even though you just got started. 

“Fuck, not gonna hold on for long”, he pants. One of your hands leave his back and grab his hair, pulling it lightly. 

“F-fuck. So good, feels so good”, you stutter. “Want you to cum.”

“Want you to come with me.” He has trouble with saying that sentence, so he takes it down a notch. He won’t let himself finish without you, as much as he’d want to. 

Your hand dissapears between the two of you and starts rubbing your clit. He watches down, something he shouldn’t have done. He saw the most fucking beautiful thing ever. His member disappearing in you, while you’re getting off with your own hand. It has him going crazy.

He looks at you and you look back at him. “Steve”, you whisper as you feel another climax approaching. “Steve, fuck.”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last. Gonna come”, he says when he picks up the speed. 

“Me too, so close. Please, fuck me hard”, you breathe as you’re so close to the edge again. He does what you’re asking him, pounding into you hard. 

You fall flat, every muscle now relaxing as you reach your climax. Small ‘oh’s are leaving your mouth, but you’re not able to do more than that. His hips stutter, his thrusts falter as he comes undone. Your name falls of his lips multiple times, his hand grabbing the pillow harshly, other hand squeezing in your breast. 

Hard breathes, sweaty bodys. He slowly pulls out of you and let him fall next to you. You smile at him, he smiles back. Satisfied and blissed out, that’s what you both are.

“Ugh, I need to go to the bathroom”, you sigh. He snorts and points his finger to a door on the right. It’s another one then you came in.

As much as you don’t want to get up, you force yourself on your feet, slumbing towards the bathroom. You’re hardly even surprised anymore when you see the luxurious state of it. A lot of gold, white and marble. It makes you squint your eyes, the sharp light uneasy to watch where you’re going. 

After you’re done, you come back and see Steve putting on another pair of black boxers. God, he’s absolutely beautiful. You feel like you have more time to watch him now than you had an hour ago. 

His body is absolutely ripped, every muscle on his body trained and looking perfect, as if he were to campaign for a Hugo Boss advertisement any day now. You slip into bed again, butt naked, since you didn’t really bring any panties with you tonight. 

Wait, maybe he didn’t want you to stay over?

“God I’m thirsty”, he sighs. “Want some as well?”

You nod. You didn’t know you were thirsty until he asked. He disappears, only to come back with two glasses of water a minute after. He gives you one and then joins you back in bed on the other side. 

“Do you…”, you hesitate. “Do you want me to leave?”

He laughs, almost making him choke on his water. “I’m not a douchebag.”

The last thing you expected to happen, was for him to cuddle you once you laid down. But he did. He pulled you closer, into his chest and sighed contently. It feels safe, but a little bit awkward at the same time. He is - after all - a stranger. 

But you cuddle back. Your arm around his waist, hand on his back. You nuzzle even more into his chest. Legs are intertwined. Affection that you both don’t mind to share. He might be trouble, but he knows how to treat a woman.

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Fanfic Recs | January 2018

Despite me being a writer of two fandoms (for now) I enjoy reading stories from several fandoms,  these might variate from month to month, but they might not. We´ll see.

If there is a fic you want me to check out, no matter what fandom go here

If you are on this list and don´t want to be on it (no hard feelings if you do) let me know and I will remove you promptly

** --> contains nsfw content

Without further ado, here are the incredibly talented writers with their stories...

SUPERNATURAL

✩ “Can’t….Won’t…Oops” by @kittenofdoomage  (Crowley x Reader) **

I mean, do I have to say more than hot smut with the King of Hell?? I don´t think so. Go on, treat yourself with this one ;)

✩ “Shy Guy” by @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

Shy/midlife crisis Jensen is so adorable I can´t.. Also I really enjoy Jared´s more or less gently push into the right direction. And the fast forward is a lovely ending to a great oneshot! 

✩ “Family Reunion.“ by @supernatural-imagine (John & daughter!reader)

Dropping a bomb like this on a birthday...whew! But this one is so incredibly well written, especially well-paced, and it´s definitly my favorite John fic at the moment! Definitly worth a read.

This months series:

✩ “When you least expect it” by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Mechanic!Dean x Reader) **

Like it is stated in the masterlist, this is a rollercoaster of emotions, rangeing from fluff to angst to smut - everything you heart desires. So, buckle up and enjoy the ride! You won´t be dissapointed!

TEEN WOLF

✩ Inside of Me by @christinalibertymikaelson (Peter x Reader )

This one was written by my dear pal Chrissy, who managed to make me like Peter with this awesome two-parter even though Peter isn´t one of my preferred characters. Do yourself a favor and check it out!!

✩ pick me, choose me, love me by @golddaggers (Stiles x Reader)

Pals... this one is so heart-wrenching and heavy on the emotions front, it´s incredible. It gives a lot of inside into the readers mind, which I throughly enjoy and it´s so refreshingly different, I really adore it! Also the first line? Perfection.

✩ Silence by @honeymoonmuke (Stiles x Reader)

This one really captures to bittersweet feeling moving on from your familiar surroundings, and that, I think, is quite hard to do. Also, I absolutely adore the Readers and Stiles´ friendship! That´s how friendship should be!

This months series:

✩ “Wait in Line “ by @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters (Derek x Reader)

I am a sucker or friends turned lovers scenarios, and this is no different!! I love the dynamic between Derek and the reader and the angst thrown in between the fluff. Definitely a must-read!!

MISCELLANEOUS

American Assasin: 

✩ “The Recruit” (series) by @were-cheetah-stiles (Mitch x Reader) **

I love Mitch to bits, so of course I had to include this still on going masterpiece. This series has it all pals. Suspense-packed action and fighting scenes, incredibly hot smut and a badass power couple. What are you waiting for? Give it a read!! 

The 100:

✩ "Drunk and Disorderly” by @theadventures-of (Bellamy x Reader)

I would love to see the characters have a little downtime like described in this fic. What´s better than a little drunk truth or dare, eh? And Bellamy of course, was charming as usual.

[golddaggers]

Just veggies, baby

pairing: thor x female!reader

warnings: it’s basically fluff, with some references to smut and the reader is short. nothing more than that.

word count: 1k

a/n: okay so this one it’s pretty personal because i thought about it when i was making my lunch a couple of days ago. i feel like thor would find very strange to have a vegetarian girlfriend. oh, i did some heavy research on some norse mythology to write this. either way. hope y’all like it. 

When Thor finally woke up, his first instinct was to search for his girlfriend's warm, welcoming body, wanting to catch once more the intoxicating sweet scent she emanated. Much to his surprise, all he found was a cold, empty space, his eyes suddenly wide open in concern.

Slightly startled to his girl's suddenly disappearance, he stood up, snatching a pair of grey sweatpants that were thrown over the TV. The memories of the previous night making him smile. It was the first time he had brought her over to his place and, although it technically wasn't their first time together, it certainly felt special.

Once out of the room, Thor relaxed, hearing the clinging of pans and the faucet working at its fullest at the kitchen. Regardless of the closed door, he also could hear her rhythmic humming. It brought a sense of happiness it had taken forever for him to finally experience.

Sure, he had had relationships before, but none had this intensity. Thor never connected to anyone quite in the same manner he connected to this adorable woman. He loved her personality, the way she joked and how her nose crinkled when she laughed.

It definitely felt like they'd met years ago instead of weeks. Four, to be more precise.

Thor pushed inside the huge kitchen of his apartment, finding the woman by the stove, wearing nothing but a blue shirt that she probably got from snooping over his closet. No way she would own a shirt that fell almost to her knees. Actually, she hadn't brought any clothes the day before. Except the ones she was wearing.

“Fits her better anyway”, he thought, not hesitating to finally wrap his arms around her shoulders, leaning a bit to rest his chin on the top of her head.

“God, Thor!” She squealed, letting go of the wooden spoon she was using. “You scared me! I thought you were sleeping.”

“Woke up just now.” He mumbled, his voice even deeper than usual. “What are you doing, little one?”

“Nothing much, just cooking a little bit. It's almost lunch time so I thought I'd make us something.”

“Smells really good, darling.”

Pressing his lips to her forehead, his beard slightly tickling the skin, he went to the coffee pot, pouring a little bit into a white mug. It was still hot, although he liked it hotter than that.

Leant against the marble counter, Thor watched as she swirled the wooden spoon, the scent of boiling olive oil and onions filling the room. He frowned, however, when he realised there were only carrots, green things and other vegetables near her. Where was the rest? The juicy, delicious meat he adored? Thor was sure midgardians ate plenty of meat.

She kept on slicing the carrots and some broccoli, mixing them in the pan. There was a pleased smile playing on her lips. So she was really into eating vegetables, he concluded. Maybe that was the appetiser and the rest would come soon.

“Darling?”

“Yes?” She replied carelessly, focused on her task.

“I have a question.”

She quickly placed the lid on the pan and turned to her boyfriend, cleaning her hands on a dishcloth before going to his arms, being enveloped in a bear hug.

“What's the question?” The query escaped muffled, her face pressed onto his strong chest.

“Do Midgardians eat meat? Animal meat, I mean.”

“Uh, yeah.” She looked up, finding his eyes showing nothing but confusion, ultimately understanding why he was suddenly asking. “Should have told you I don't. For a while now. Our encounters have been so messed up that we never even got the chance to know these little things about one another.”

“You mean when I saved you from getting killed all those times?”

“Nonsense.” With an eye roll, she broke free from his embrace, going over to the oven to turn off the salad. “If I remember correctly, I saved you.”

“A human saving the mighty Thor?”

“Half-human, half-asgardian, don't forget.”

“You never really went into the details about your heritage, darling. But I noticed the Asgardian mark on your left shoulder blade.”

“Sometimes I forget I've only really met you a month ago.” She shook her head. “My mother is called Sigrún. She was a Valkyrie. Although I have never been to Åsgard myself, she would tell me stories of the battles she's faced and the benevolence of your father.”

“I know about Sigrún. She was a good friend to my father before she decided to come to Midgard.”

“That leads us to my father, Theodore Easton. They met around the late seventies.”

“So you are almost in your forties?” Thor spoke, astonished.

“Well, if we're talking about ages, you're like a thousand years older.” Her chuckled mixed with his. “But yes. My mother placed a spell that prevents my ageing. I age like an Asgardian would, not a human.”

“That’s nice, it means we have a lot of time to catch up on the time lost.”

“Which time did we lose, my beautiful man?”

“The years spent apart.” He simply said, pulling her up so she could sit on the counter and he wouldn't have to bend so much to kiss her neck. “The years without your scent, and your skin, and your laughs-”

“Okay, I understood.” Running her fingers through his thin, fair hair, she tugged at the base of his neck, gaining a piercing glare back. “How about we eat now, yeah? You've got me pretty hungry after last night.”

“Hungry for something else.” The sound of his strong voice made her shudder, melting to the fingers trailing up her thighs, dipping under the shirt to squeeze the flesh of her waistline. It was shameful how little he had to do to have her putty in his hands. “So beautiful.”  

“Seriously, Thor, I need food.” Her soft plea made him stop. “I can spend the rest of the day with my legs wrapped around your head if you want, but can I have my broccoli and carrot salad first?”

“Ugh. Fine.”

A gentle chuckle escaped while she jumped off to the ground, still feeling numb and throbbing. That man, in the shortest amount of time, had already spoiled her, getting her to crave him and only him.

“No meat, though?” Thor asked.

“Nope. Just veggies, baby.”

In the end, he made peace with it, knowing there was a much tastier dish waiting for him afterwards.

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