#ok my knees hurt just looking at it :D

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Can I hear a wahoo for David's 50-years-old knees? :)❤

[luimagines]

Can I request a thing for Kid!Hero Reader where, before their journey starts, they meet the chain in the marketplace while walking around with the ghost!chain? Kinda like the thing i sent where the chain catch a glimpse of the triforce on their hand?

-🍄

Imma have to dig deep to remember all of this mushroom. But let's see what I can do. :D

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You weren't entirely what to expect but the uncles and grandpa's that followed you around today where a little more quiet than usual. More tense. Which is strange because that's never happened before.

They were always talking. If not one, then another.

But they all seemed to be waiting on baited breath for something to happen.

You tried to ignore the feeling that they were intensely watching everything you did. You wanted to go back to bed and forget the feeling of uneasy but you needed more eggs. And you need more butter.

Deciding that it's better to get it over with, you hike up your big kid pants and go to the market to go get the groceries.

"...Do you remember who they met first?"

"Not a clue. Stop talking."

"Please talk to me." You whisper to the voices beside your ear. "Where did you all go?"

"We're here." The oldest of them speaks calmly, a whisp of a touch over your head. "But today is important. We can't change what's about to happen."

"Will it hurt?" You ask to the wind.

Another whisp of a breath over your cheek. "No. We will protect you as we always have."

"Ok, Grandpa. I'm trusting you." You gulp and continue to walk. With the feeling of the heroes behind you, you take a deep breath and continue on with what you head planned to do.

"Over here!!" A voice calls out.

It almost gives you whiplash. You know that voice.

But it wasn't distorted or faint. You heard it.

A group of boys crosses in front of you. They were all of various ages but recognized a few of them.

"Captain." You say without thinking. He was always wearing that ridiculous scarf.

The young man in question stops and turns to you with such startling speed that you gasp and take a step back. He's so... young.

"Great work, Captain Obvious. You scared them."

"That's not how I remember it."

"Shut up all of you."

You somehow find it in yourself to wave.

He smiles and waves back, getting down on his knee to meet your eyes better. "Hello there. What's your name?"

You tell him your name, staring at him non-to-subtly.

"Where are your parents?" He asks you, catching the attention of the other boys in the group.

You gasp, seeing the bigger guy. He has a scar and paint on his face. You know him too. He's less grumpy. "Grandpa?"

The younger Captain raises and eyebrow and turns to look at those whos attention you've caught.

Oh... You think you can see it now. These are your uncles and grandpas. But they're... here... and Alive? And young. So young. One of them can't be that much older than you but you know him too. He was a pirate when he was a boy. He told you that.

"Relax." The wolf man whispers to your ear. Fur brushes past your other cheek. "We've always protected you. Always have, Always will."

A golden glow shines on your hand.

With a gasp you try to try to hide the calling card for trouble.

Their eyes narrow at once. Of course, they'd recognize it.

Feeling awkward from all their stares, you waves again- with your other not glowing hand. "...I was shopping for lunch. You can come to my house. We can all eat?"

"Oh poor thing. I'm so sorry we scared you so much."

"They're tough. We made sure of it."

"Don't worry Little Buddy. You're doing great."

"We'll be honored." The young captain smiles and it's warm. You smile back. He was always charming but it's different this time.

You don't know how to explain it to them. To tell them just how much they all mean to you... But you don't have to.

They already know.

"We're still here. Right beside you. Every step of the way."

[kentosbabes]

Forgive me Father Nanami for I have sinned.

Cw: sacrilege, priest, corruption, oral and explicit sexual content

You sit down in front of him, the confessional booth feeling tight and humid due to the heat of the summer. “Go on.” His smooth voice drawls. You look down, ashamed- your voice quiet. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I was at a sleepover with some girl friends and the topic of porn came up.” You paused to better figure out how to finish your confession without Father Nanami believing you engage in sinful behaviour regularly.

Nanami was glad you couldn’t see him, adjusting himself. He could see you biting your plush lip, deep in thought through the crisscross pattern of the screen. “Do not fear, God will forgive if you repent, so do not leave anything out.”

You nodded to yourself, “I admitted to my friends that I haven’t watched it before and they decided to watch it on my TV screen. I’m not sure what overcame me but a heat started to grow down there. We watched it for a while and I started to rub myself with a pillow that was nearby because it was too overwhelming and painful to just sit there. I don’t know what happened Father Nanami. It felt so good. I excused myself after they turned it off to go to the bathroom but when I went in I saw my panties were all wet.”

You paused again, tears welling up this time, “I don’t want to go to hell Father, this is the first time I’ve ever seen that before.” The corner of Nanami’s mouth lifted into a smirk. He quickly schooled his face, “please, kneel and repent with me. Can I ask what about it made you feel so good?” All he could think was how pretty of a picture you look, looking up at him on your knees.

You thought about it, “The man started kissing the woman, down there… He started to tell her things. Dirty things, while he was doing it. Then he pushed his penis in her, she looked and sounded like she was enjoying it.”

“What kind of dirty things did he say to her, don’t worry sweetheart this is only between me n’ you.” Nanami was palming himself over his clothes while asking, trying to even his breath to sound normal.

“Ok��� he started off by saying that he was rewarding her for being such a good girl then how good she was taking him, he would call her ‘his pretty little whore’ and other pet names like ‘beautiful slut’.” Nanami didn’t know he could get harder but hearing words like slut and whore from a girl who doesn’t even know what they mean is really jarring.

He just wanted to corrupt you. “Close your eyes and pray after me,” your knees hurting slightly from the cool tile flooring you have been kneeling on. The words of prayer and repentance come easily to you. So easy in fact you couldn’t hear the door opening and closing. You felt two hands start to massage your breasts and hot breath behind your neck. You reasoned that he must have a reason for this, and if Father forgives you then god is surely going to forgive you as well.

“I’m just massaging you to get rid of the devilish thoughts that have taken hold of you.” He whispered, it felt wrong but right. He could feel your heartbeat rise. His touches being more rough, circular motions making you arch your back. Swallowing a moan. Nanami notices this, “let me hear you, unless you aren’t repenting your actions?” He asks with a raised brow.

“Ah, forgive me, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee,” you started to whine, a mantra of apologies and moans of “Father Nanami” falling from your lips.

“You don’t seem to be repenting properly, perhaps I should help you.” He unzipped his suit trousers and hooked his finger around his boxers, painfully hard cock finally free. Nanami tugged on it, gracing the tip of his cock over your moving lips. “Did I tell you to stop?” Allowing those reverent words spill over his throbbing dick.

“I d-detest all my sins,” Nanami grabs your face with his index finger and thumb, opening up your jaw. He helped himself into your warm mouth. Giving a low, appreciative noise around him, it send vibrations of pleasure down his spine, your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as if you were worshiping him, as if you were seeking repentance from him.

Groaning, blonde stands of hair fall into his eyes. Tucking them behind his ears and rolling his eyes, lolling his head back- only to see religious stained windows. Nanami bucked his hips further down your throat, unable to stop himself with how good you felt with your mouth wrapped around him.

Tears were cascading down your face, you could feel spit flooding your mouth, and still he held you down. A lewd popping sound echos the booth as he takes out his cock.

“Please,” you whisper brokenly because you just need it so bad, need something.

“Repeat after me, I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee” Nanami started to pull your skirt down along with your white lacy underwear. He laid you down flat from your kneeling position.

His tongue laps all your fluids dry, his insatiable thirst no longer concealed. He doesn’t care anymore, you are the last person in the church due to the late hours and the booth is soundproof. Hearing you whines and moans made him even harder.

Nanami whispered out, “my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love.” You repeated after him, stuttering and stumbling through the words. The words hot on your pussy. You could feel him smile on it, his nose nuzzling your clit.

He gritted out, “God.” Your tainted body needing to be soothed and caressed by his pure and holy mouth.

“God,” you croak out slowly. “Oh fuck. Okay. Fuck.”

He pried open your legs wider, pausing. “Language or I’ll punish you in the name of his Holy Spirit.” You nodded and incoherently started to babble your apologies. You could feel a knot tying up in you, this is a first for you. It feels so good but the pressure is getting too much. You tangled your hands in his blonde locks, pulling him closer to you. He put in two fingers, you started to rock back and forth in a pattern with him.

Your nipples strained against the thin material of your top as he hummed against your clit, lapping it up and suckling it as though he was a man, starved. You shuddered, “I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more.” But sinning has never felt and tasted so sweet. You came on his face but what surprised you was him licking you to clean you up, not sparing a single drop. Then licking his fingers dry, all with a dark look on his face and in his eyes.

“I still feel like you have sin in you, to remove this I must go deeper. To protect the safety of your soul.” He monologued into your ear, you were scared but curious to what he meant by going deeper. Did he mean he would do like the man in the video and fuck you? You didn’t know if it was bad to crave a man so much you would risk going to eternal damnation but if that was the cost maybe you wanted to pay it.

You nodded, “I want you to use your words sweetheart,” he replied.

“Please, Father for I have sinned, please save my soul from damnation by going deeper in me.” You said with tears welled up in your eyes. His cock twitched at your language, “I am only doing my duties.” But my God what duties they are.

Nanami placed his tip at the entrance of your pussy, rubbing you. “Please, ah,” you bite your lip, “no more teasing I can’t take it.”

He nodded solemnly, pushing himself into you, “You’re so tight, fuck.” Your body began moving in tandem with his, he slammed into you from behind, grabbing and pawing at your hips hard enough to promise tiny bruises the following morning.

“Oh my god, you're such a good little fuck, shit.” You whimper quietly, shaking so hard now, and you nod. You’re a good little fuck, only for him.

Nanami thrusted up harder, the bulge in your stomach prominent. He leaned down, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses all over it. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, such a perfect little slut, it’s like God put you down here just for me.” You could hear the echos of Father Nanami’s grunts, his voice matching yours in breath in the booth.

His cross necklace dangling over you, the cool metal touching your breasts. Pebbling your nipples. His fingers slipping out of you and into your mouth, stuffing them full.

He brought his lips to your neck and started to kiss you, causing you to clench down and convulse on top of him. “Repent daughter of the church,” he gritted out. Your moans and whines turning him on, the idea that he, a symbol of good and purity, is corrupting you makes him closer.

“M’ cumming, I’m going to cum in you, May God free you from your sin.” He groaned, his head falling back giving you a view of his prominent Adam’s apple. He bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, drawing just enough blood to make him moan into your back as his hands swept up your stomach towards your tits. You came with him, moaning pleads to Father Nanami and God.

Your breathing matching in synchronicity, “You will be back on Sunday to continue your repentance, you don’t want to go to hell do you?”

“No Father, thank you for everything. I’ll be back on Sunday.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hello! :D

Could you do a 80s James Hetfield x reader? Where he comes home pissed about things that happened at the studio and the reader wanted to help release some of his angry.

With smut and fluff

Thank you :3

Warnings: Smut, slight angst, belly bulge, degradation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You ankles were at your ears, a bulge in your stomach and James pinning you to the bed as he spat insult after insult at you. Your mind was running and foggy and you couldn’t quite place what you did to get here.

You and James had been dating for a few months and he'd been the sweetest thing, especially when it came to sex. He was always asking if you were ok, if it felt good and making sure he wasn't hurting you in any way.

He came home from the studio in a particularly bad mood and of course you wanted to help him. You offered to make him food but he said he wasn't hungry so you tried a movie and again he refused.

You knew blow jobs always made him happy so you got on your knees for him and from there you found a whole new side to your once happy, cheery boyfriend.

Which led to now, how he had you folded over on the bed, hands pinned above your head, knees pinned to your chest, your body bouncing up and down on the mattress with every harsh thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" James barked. "Love it when you're treated like the little whiny bitch you are." You'd thought that it would hurt you to hear such things coming from him, especially when directed at you, but that knot in your gut proved otherwise.

Your needy cunt just kept pulling him back in, begging for him to stretch you out, to bruise your insides. "Fuck, Jamie, 'm so close." You whined, receiving a heavy hand on your ass.

"Shut up." James grunted. He pulled out of you completely, a smirk on his face as you whined at the sudden absence of him. "Whore's don't get to cum until I say." You stared up at him, a pout tugging at your bottom lip as the bundle in your stomach faded.

James pushed back into you and went right back to fucking you as if you weren't on the brink of tears.

He repeated this over and over, getting you so close to the edge and then pulling out just to hear you cry. You thought that if you didn't warn him he wouldn't notice but it only backfired and he made you wait twice as long.

Tears now streamed down your cheeks, your sobs mixed with the moans. James' words didn't cheer up, in fact they somehow got meaner, more direct. "Are you seriously crying? Can't even take my cock like a good slut?"

You reached up for him, weakly clawing at his shoulders. James took notice of how distraught you were and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "You wanna cum?" You hesitated, looking up at him with teary eyes, before nodding. He kissed your cheek sweetly, the anger he once directed at you now fading.

He let your legs fall, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as you normally would. He held you close, lifting you so you were sitting in his lap as he fucked you. "You've been so good, tonight, you know that?" He whispered into your ear.

His hands roamed your body, soothing the red hand marks he'd left on your ass. He rubbed your clit in small circles with his thumb until you finally hit your high.

After all the abuse to your now puffy hole, all the edging and degrading this was the best high you could've asked for. Your whole body tingled, your vision going white as your head fell back.

"That's it, that's my sweet girl." James whispered in your ear, planting soft kisses to your jawline and neck.

Your body twitched a few times as James laid you down on the bed. "I'll get a cloth so we can get cleaned up, alright?" You were too out of it to even nod.

You watched as James sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off the condom. You reached for him, looking up at him in confusion since condoms were usually not on his mind when he was in a good mood.

He turned back to you after throwing it out. "I didn't think you'd've wanted to deal with that mess." He said, moving your hair out of your face to kiss your forehead before he hurried off to the bathroom to get something to clean you both up.

He used warm water and was gentle around more delicate areas, making sure to kiss you all over and whisper sweet praises in your ear, how good you were, how proud of you he is, how much he loves you.

He got you into some soft underwear and one of his shirts since they were bigger and would be nicer to your sensitive skin before he got into bed with you, spooning you from behind. "I love you so much, you know that?" You smiled and nodded.

"I know you do." You mumbled, eyes struggling to stay open.

"Good." He kissed your temple. "Don't forget it, alright? You're perfect, you know that?" Again you nodded.

"I know."

"Good." He let out a soft sigh. After a moment of silence he sat up and looked down at you. "You're not gonna say it back?" He saw you'd fallen asleep and just smiled. He laid back down and wrapped his arms around your waist. "You love me." He mumbled and pulled you closer.

[auspicioustidings]

Kinktober Day 20

Moniker: König, Mace Risk Level: Med-High. If one over-steps the other will likely resort to violence with him, but they will be distracted with one another in this case. Brief: Pseudo-incest roleplay, “fuck-or-die”, breeding Safeword: Refer to first brief.

I’m watcher today, John can’t be trusted to watch you call another man daddy - Laswell

“D-daddy?”

Your step-dad looked pained. The man sat in the chair in the shadows, Mace, had a gun resting lazily in his lap.

“It will be ok hasenkind, daddy won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Aww ain’t nothing bad going to happen to your little daughter. You’re just going to wreck her tight cunt like you’ve been desperate to for years” Mace said in a sing song.

No, he couldn’t mean it. This was too cruel, a bullet would be kinder. Daddy would never, ever hurt you. He had been there for you when the divorce got hard with you bio-parents, so much so that when his own divorce with your mother came around you had chosen to stay with him instead of go with her. He was a good man. A good father.

“You’re sick, I will not touch her.”

See? Good man. Good father.

“Oh?” Mace said with a grin as he moved the gun just enough to make it glint under the little light that it caught. “It’s your dick or my gun for that cute pussy, and mine don’t shoot blanks daddy.”

Your poor daddy was looking at you, pained by how the tears were running down your face. You really didn’t want to die. And you knew he would be gentle with you, you trusted him. Maybe Mace would give up when he realised that there was no way he would get hard enough to do the deed.

“It’s ok daddy” you said quietly, trying to be brave. “I… I can do it. I can take it.”

You couldn’t hold his gaze, your eyes fixed on the ground as you squeezed them shut to try and stop the flood of tears. Your boyfriend would understand you thought, he was so sweet to you and he would never hold this against you. He’d know you didn’t have a choice.

“You heard her daddy, she can take it.”

“Blutige Sau!” daddy yelled at him before he spoke in his soft voice, that one just for you when you were upset. “Ok hasenkind, ok. I’ll just… there is not lube, but there is coconut oil in the kitchen that will make it easier for you.”

“Ah ah ah” Mace said and your eyes shot up to him. “Let’s keep this au naturale big daddy. You want him to be lubed up sweetheart? Better put that little mouth to work.”

Oh God, you wanted to curl up and just go to sleep so you could wake up from this nightmare. Your daddy wasn’t like your sweet boyfriend, he was so much bigger. You’d have held out some hope that his colossal size didn’t mean he was huge everywhere, but you had seen him a few times. Not on purpose. The vent in the bathroom was all messed up so whenever either of you showered the door had to be left open a little to let the steam out.

You knew he was getting around to fixing it but he said it was going to be expensive and wouldn’t you like it better if the money went towards something nice? It wasn’t a big deal to have the door a little open. It just meant that sometimes you caught glimpses. He was big everywhere. And that was when he wasn’t hard.

If he tried to take you dry… but then you weren’t even sure you could fit your mouth around your daddy’s big cock. Your boyfriend’s was average and even then you gagged before you even got half way.

“O-ok” you said, peeking at your step-dad to find a smile that lay between pained and proud.

You were unsure but you wanted to get this over with, you wanted this man out of your house so you and daddy could curl up on the sofa together and he could just hold you as you cried. So you worried at your lip as you awkwardly got to your knees in front of him. He was so tall that you had to kneel up to be level with his groin.

“Will you take it out hasenkind?”

The request unsettled you. It would be better he do it you thought, but you didn’t want to make this situation anymore difficult for him than it already was so you didn’t argue. You just shakily undid the button of his jeans and pushed them down.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

His cock bounced up against his stomach when it was released. There were alarm bells dully sounding in your head. He was so hard. Bigger than when you had seen him stepping out of the shower. Thick. So, so thick. A vein throbbed through his length and the tip leaked, his whole cock twitching in anticipation.

He was turned on. You must be missing something, maybe Mace had drugged him. Your daddy would never be aroused over the thought of you taking his throbbing cock in your wet mouth.

“Surprised sweetheart? Look at big daddy dripping for you like a stud in rut. Go ahead, taste him.”

You were frozen, eyes stuck on the weapon in front of you. He couldn’t possibly go inside you, he’d tear you apart, bludgeon your poor pussy to death with blunt force. But that was not your greatest fear. What if you leaned forward and when your tongue flicked out you liked how it felt? Liked how he tasted?

The hesitation cost you. After a few moments of still silence, Mace stood and walked over to jam the muzzle of his gun into your mouth without warning. You gagged and when he ripped it back out you swallowed a chip of one of your teeth.

“I don’t have all fucking day. The gun or daddy, pick one” Mace growled.

Daddy was still, you thought maybe he didn’t want to move or say anything to antagonise Mace when his gun was so close to you. You couldn’t look at him. You were too scared to look at him and see what exact emotion might be in his eyes.

You leaned forward.

He was so velvety and hot beneath your tongue. It felt different from with your boyfriend, so very different. Daddy was scolding hot and the feel of him was rougher. When you flattened you tongue out to see how much of the shaft it could cover you were reminded of his size, your little tongue covering barely any of his thickness.

You knelt up fully as you worked up to the head. The fluid was vicious and hot, sticking to the roof of your mouth as you lapped at it. He tasted so much more masculine than you were used to, so salty and earthy and bitter. The shame of knowing what your step-father tasted like made a hiccuped sob erupt from you and a hand went to the back of your head to capitalise on your opened mouth, pushing quickly as daddy fed you his big cock.

You didn’t know whose hand it was that had pushed you, but you were sure it must have been Mace. Daddy wouldn’t do that. He was being kind, feeding you so gently and slowly so you wouldn’t choke while he groaned in what you were sure was pained disgust at being forced to violate your mouth.

The only sounds for a while where the rhythmic wet pump of hard cock into hot mouth and the huffing moans from your daddy. You tried to ignore them. It wasn’t right, but then maybe he was thinking of someone else so he could get this all over with faster. That must be it.

Your jaw hurt and you were so embarrassed by all the drool sloppily dripping on your chin when he pulled his cock from your mouth.

“You are such a good girl for me. Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

For the first time your daddy was scaring you. He sounded unlike himself. But the ever present gun was still trained on you, Mace now back sitting in the chair in the corner watching, so you wiped at your wet eyes and climbed onto the bed.

As you lay on your back you kept your legs closed. If you opened them he would be able to see your panties under this dress. It was too much, too erotic and wrong.

“Spread your legs hasenkind.”

You shook your head, bottom lip wobbling with the effort to stop from breaking down.

“You don’t say no to me. I know you spread your legs wide for that weak boyfriend of yours. It was disappointing at first to know my beautiful hasenkind was such a whore under my roof, but it’s what you need isn’t it? It’s ok, papa knows. Now spread your fucking legs.”

The cool air hit your thighs and quivering cunt as your legs spread wide. Daddy could see you now, could see the way the thin cotton stuck to you with your shameful wetness.

“Fuck her daddy, wreck that tight cunt. Ruin her for that little boyfriend you never approved of.”

You wished Mace would shut up. He was riling daddy up, making him so much more aggressive with how he ripped your panties off.

“D-daddy please” you begged, scared by how he was already looming over you, positioning himself on the bed as he spit in his hand and pumped his cock so close to your pussy.

“Gonna let her go unpunished? She let that boy in her, let him take what should have been yours. You don’t teach her a lesson now and what’s to stop her spreading her legs for who comes calling next? Want them humping your little girl the way he’s been? Fucking their skinny cocks into her while she spills all her sweetness for them? Maybe one will breed her up, give you a grandkid.”

Daddy forced all of himself up inside you. He hadn’t prepped you at all, your pussy went from tight and fluttering to brutally stretched and trying to squeeze the invasion out.

“I’m sorry daddy! Please, please take it out! It’s too big!” you screamed to deaf ears.

The force of his violent thrusts knocked the breathe from your lungs, had your tits bouncing wildly and your legs straining with how he forced them impossibly wide for him.

“Fuck, take it. Take my fat cock in that pretty little cunt. It’s where you belong, on your back and stuffed full of papa! Going to make you a mama hasenkind, put a ring on your finger and keep you forever. Would you like that?”

You could only cry.

“Tell me hasenkind! Say it!” he barked, sounding so impossibly turned on by this as he slammed into you over and over.

“M-make me a mama! Please daddy, make me yours!”

It was not pleasurable as you knew pleasure. It was hot pain that sunk down to your marrow, claimed you from the inside out as his. The weight of him, the smell and sound. Hadn’t he always looked after you? You didn’t think anyone else would fit as well now. Your cunt was moulded to the shape of him, blessed to never be satisfied by another cock.

He grunted like an animal as he played roughly with your clit, waiting for you to give in and have your pretty cunt milk him properly.

“Take it!” he howled as he gripped bruises into your hips and slammed so deep you felt like he would come out of your throat.

You cried out as you bore down on him, your orgasm for his benefit. His seed was hot inside you. There was so much of it as he thrust hard a few more times, roaring in triumph as he flooded you. You felt used up when he pulled out and your hole oozed with him.

“There, so good for me, so perfect. Come here mama, let me hold you.”

König was cooing and fingering his cum back into your ruined hole. It hurt. You didn’t need to look at Mace to know he was furiously masturbating, you could hear him as he approached. König didn’t pay any mind when your face was covered in another man’s cum.

He seemed eager to continue with this, to keep you here as his little innocent step-daughter that he meant to wife. You weren’t sure you could really cope with that, this had already been intense and uncomfortable. The word red hovered in your mind, but the worst part was over, now he was only lavishing praises in a language you didn’t understand into your ear while Mace tucked himself away, gave you an appraising look and left.

You did not want to be alone with König like this. He may not be the same brand of unhinged violence as the likes of Nikto, but something about his intensity frightened you.

Thankfully you were only left in his arms for a few moments when the door opened with Kate there to collect you, Mace at her back. There was a tense moment when König's arms tightened and it seemed he was intent on keeping you, but it passed and he released you to her.

You could hardly walk. Fuck you hoped nobody wanted anything rough tomorrow.

[wosofanficsforyou]

You really want this? (Beth mead x reader)

Warnings: smut (obviously) strap-on, spanking (kinda) daddy kink, degrading, words like: slut, whore, spainish reader, deep throating, orgasm denial, edging. 

Summary: Beth is on her ACL and reader helps Beth from all the stress that everything has caused Beth over the months of surgery.

A/n: ok so like… I am doing this with little time so it might be a bit quick than I want so just give me some suggestions for next fanfic I do. 

Beth is laying on the couch, defeated. You knew that all this stress from her ACL, you were in your guys bedroom putting on a sexy lavender lingerie. After you were done putting it on you went out to the living room with a robe on and sat on Beth’s lap “mi amor~” “I got a suprise for you~” Beth looks a bit surprised since the last time you both fucked she made you pass out. “What is your suprise?” You drop the robe and kiss Beth right then and there. “God damn it y/n…I just got done with some of my surgery’s but holy shit…” Beth mutters when you break the kiss. Beth grabs your hand and makes you stand up, “I want you naked and on your knees when I get in the bedroom, understand?” You nod, Beth hasn’t done this in a while, it kinda scared you to think that you could hurt her knee more if she went to hard. You go to the bedroom and get on your knees and you take off the lingerie when Beth walks in she has the biggest strap on in your collect. “Díos mío Beth….” Beth walks over to you on your knees “you’re gonna take this all in your slutty mouth and not complain about any of it and then I will think about rewarding your right pussy.” You take try and take Beth’s cock in your mouth but it is to big for your mouth and you just try your best to fit in it your mouth but all you can do is fit the tip in, you whine trying to fit it in your mouth. If this is what fitting it in your mouth is like…then what about fitting it in your pussy? Beth always loved to stretch you out with a new dildo from time to time but this was the biggest one she has ever had. “B-Beth I-“ Beth cuts you off with a harsh slap to the side of your cheek “you little slut. That’s not my name. Say it correctly.” You take a deep breath almost like you are gonna take a presentation infront of the whole world. “I-I don’t think it will fit daddy..” and with that Beth grabs the back of your head and shoves the dick in your mouth. It hits the back of your throat roughly as Beth groans in pleasure “there and you better not fucking stop.” Beth keeps fucking your mouth, harder and harder until you feel like it is hitting your stomach. Beth pulls her cock out of your mouth gently. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees, I wanna see you open for me. You fucking slutty whore.” You scrambled to the bed and got on your hands and knees making it so Beth had an amazing few of your pussy from where she was. Beth gets on the bed behind you and aims her cock with your entrance. “Ok bebè just breath for me ok darling?” Beth starts to shove her dick in your cunt slowly trying to get you used to the size. But it is just way too big and you start to just cry out in pain and pleasure and Beth doesn’t take this well. “Stop your stupid trying or I will give you something to cry about.” You just cry more by that sentence and Beth takes her belt and spanks you hard with it. “Did you not fucking hear me! I said shut up!” Beth spanks you again, making less tears come on of your eyes and just more whimpers and whines. “B-Beth m’sorry it’s to much…” you whine and whine but Beth doesn’t stop and just keeps pumping into you until Beth puts on some lube and makes it less painful. “I wanna hear you beg for me.” Beth rubs your sides as she goes faster and faster putting you more over the edge. “D-daddy please….i need to cum…” Beth just goes faster by this and she doesn’t stop “daddy can I cum!” Beth thinks about and after 2 thrusts “no you cannot cum.” Beth goes faster and faster until Beth is about to cum. “Fuckkk you want me to fill you up with my baby’s? Fuck. You would look so hot with my children in you..” *beth goes faster and faster until the coil in your stomach is about to break “b-Beth fill me up please….i need to cum..I want to cum please Por favor…” you beg for her to let you cum and she nods her head at you as Beth goes faster. You and Beth both moan loudly when Beth comes inside your stomach and you dumb all over Beth’s cock. “Holy shit…wait Beth…did you actually cum inside me or was that just for show?” You breath out still tired from the edging. “You ready to be a mother cariño?”

[jungwnies]

syn ' a-z alphabet (nsfw) jeon jungkook pairing ' bf!jungkook x gn!reader

i am so unbelievably down bad for jk right now, so this is in honor of seven and my current weakness in the knees for him?!?!?!

a ⋆ aftercare - (how he is after sex)

BOY.... YOU KNOWWW he is taking care of you well

cleaning you up

cuddling you

just know that aftercare he gives is TOP tier

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT HE WILLLLL be treating you right ;)

b ⋆ body part - (his favorite body part)

you lips

your thighs

your ass

literally every part of your body he loves

c ⋆ cum - (anything to do with cum)

he comes on your stomach

or in you

if you don't want to fuck raw then he opts for the stomach

but he prefers coming in you

he likes seeing his seed spill out of you

d ⋆ dirty secret - (his dirty secret)

he loves when you beg

it's the virgo in him

he loves seeing you under his control

like seeing you so down bad for him

and just so submissive

he loves it

e ⋆ experience - (how experienced is he?)

girl

he knows what he's doing that's for sure

he doesn't have a lot of bodies

but he's been in committed relationships before

and the sex never fails to please

f ⋆ fav position - (sex position)

missionary for sure

loves being able to see your face

but sometimes he just wants to do doggy and shove your face into the pillow

g ⋆ goofy - (how he acts in the moment)

he's not goofy okay

but he isn't serious

he's very very

romantic

he's about making sure you're pleased

h ⋆ hair - (how groomed is he?)

he is very well groomed

but he isn't ... bald down there

there's hair there

but not a lot

it's trimmed

not completely gone though

i ⋆ intimacy - (how passionate is he?)

very passionate

like i said

he's a romantic

j ⋆ jack off - (how often he masturbates)

like once or twice a week if you're not there

but if you're there

then never

unless it's mutual

k ⋆ kink - (one or more)

lowkey sadistic???

he kind of enjoys hearing your sobs

or when you cry for him

but if you're genuinely hurt or sad

then he will be there for you

but if you're just in tears cus the sex is

THAT good

then he's super into it

l ⋆ location - (fav place to do it)

the bedroom

sometimes in the car

but mainly in the bedroom

or just anywhere in the house

m ⋆ motivation - (what keeps him going)

your moans

your cries

your sounds

the way you moan his name

it's like fucking music to his ears

n ⋆ no - (something he would NOT do)

would neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

do anything like somnophilia

he's just not into that

if he's going to fuck you

you're going to be awake

o ⋆ oral - (giving + receiving — is he good?)

he goes crazy

especially when he's giving

HE GOES CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and when he's receiving

his basically fucks your throat

god

god

god

god

oh my god

p ⋆ pace - (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

rough yet sensual

he goes hard

but not fast

q ⋆ quickie - (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

all the time

on set

before award shows

when people say he has the "we just fucked look"

it's real

because you guys literally just fucked

r ⋆ risks - (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

yes

he is willing to experiment for you

he will risk it all for you

but he sets boundaries

and he respects yours

anything you both are down to do will be done

s ⋆ stamina - (how long can he last?)

he lasts pretty long

but it's not round and round

it's like

longgggg foreplay

and longggg sex

he takes his time

he wants you to feel good

stimulated in every part >.>

t ⋆ toys - (does he use/own any?)

no not really

he's kind of into teasing you in public

it makes it easy to get you to finish shopping

u ⋆ unfair - (how much does he tease?)

A MOTHER FUCKIN LOT

that's all i have to say

he teases a lot ok?

v ⋆ volume - (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

he moans loudly

he's very vocal about how he feels

not growls but groans fs

just always says your name

and is like

fuck

yes

baby

i love it

fuck

yeah... ANYWAYS NEXT???

w ⋆ wild card - (random headcanon for him)

he thinks about marriage and kids the second he looks at you

he's never been one to think that far into the future

but the second he realized he loved you aka the second he looked at you

he just fell immediately

it's like his whole future flashed before his eyes lol

x ⋆ x-ray - (what’s under his clothes?)

he's not long

he's not thick

he's average

like ngl it's not that big

but it gets bigger when he's hard

so it makes up for those lost inches

we all know he's built

the abs the muscles

he's works out

very nice bod

we all know this yes?

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

everyday he is down to do it

but he doesn't actually do it everyday

as long as you're open to it

then he is also open to it

it's above avg. but not high

z ⋆ zzz - (how quickly does he sleep after?)

not quickly

he has a hard time sleeping tbh

he falls asleep quick but he doesn't always feel the need to sleep

he sleeps once he knows you're comfortable

and he will be able to sleep once you wrap your arms around him

and tell him you love him

duh

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[hotluncheddie]

💕🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱💕

ty for tagging me: @runninriot @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson @someforeignband <3

I’ve had these worm thoughts for a while but I dunno if I'll turn it into anything. Think bc of the nuance that I would need to put in it. <|:3

But basically! I’m thinking about autistic Steve again. My lovely lovely high masking autistic Steve. Who struggles to ask for help and struggles with how much he’s allowed to share, struggles to look after himself and is still learning about his needs and his desires.

Thinking about how he’s so good at following rules, because most of the time that genuinely makes the most sense to him. It’s how he navigates the world, how he’s built his mask and scripts. How he’s kept his secrets, kept himself safe.

As long as he’s not effecting anyone else, he doesn’t need them knowing the rules he’s made, the ones he breaks and why - what that might mean. So it can be to his detriment, it can be to people please, it can be a way for him to ignore himself. But they’re also a part of him, an important part; they're all he’s ever known.

But what makes it complicated is thinking about all of that, in the context of navigating a d/s dynamic. With Eddie and him exploring that part of their sex life a little.

Because, thing is, Eddie knows how good Steve is at following rules, how willing and eager he is to be good. But Eddie’s doesn’t want to hurt him. So they would both have a lot to learn, about each other, and about communicating.

- So maybe it starts as:

‘What do you think baby? Would that be hot, you’re not allowed to cum unless it’s with my permission?’ Eddie asks, kissing over Steve’s stomach, looking up at him all sprawled out and cozy on his bed.

Steve traces the line of Eddie’s nose, lips pouting in thought. ‘Like we did the other day?’

‘Kind of, but more like, when I’m not there too. You have to wait until the next time you see me.’

Steve liked what they did the other night, Eddie going slow, teasing him a little. Telling him when to touch and when to stop and when to finish is a slow syrupy haze.

But, if Eddie’s not there. He usually likes to touch himself before bed, to help him sleep. Pretty much every night. Like, like a routine…

(And that’s the thing. Working through Steve asking for things he needs, understanding that some changes could be for his benefit. Never meant to be to his detriment. What that means for his masks and scripts and taking real care of himself. To let Eddie into the world of his rules and maybe let him make some of his own - that requires a lot of honesty, and that's scary.)

- And so maybe there's a bit of angst, some hard talks and hard truths, but then maybe it shifts into something with a bit of comfort, like:

‘How about this, we can try rules, but things that are about taking care of yourself, and we don’t have to do punishments. It’s more, like, I want you to tell me when you’re struggling Stevie, and maybe this will be something that can help.’ Eddie says, pulling Steve’s hand into his lap, connecting them.

‘You like how showering feels right? You said it makes you feel good?' Eddie waits for Steve's nod. 'Ok, so I want you to shower for me, each night, it can be quick and the same as your always do it, same with your hair.’ Eddie continues, tucking a lock behind Steve’s ear. Steve curls toward him, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head in Eddie’s shoulder. Not looking, but listening.

‘And it might help, you know, if you think you can’t do it but remember that Daddy’s rooting for you, yeah?’ Eddie drops his voice, speaking softly into Steve ear. ‘Daddy knows his baby likes to shower and brush his teeth before bed so that’s what I want baby to do okay?’ Eddie asks, smile blooming sweet and cocky on his face as Steve squirms, shifting himself closer, throwing a thigh over Eddie’s and seating himself in his lap. That word always makes Steve feel a little crazy. Makes him feel gooey and loved.

‘But, and this is the important part baby, if you can’t, if it’s too hard, I want you to call me okay?’ Eddie asks, linking their fingers again and looking Steve in the face, waiting for his small nod.

‘And you don’t have to use that word when you call, if you just want to call me Eddie, that’s perfect too. Or if you call and say it’s a bad night and can’t get any more words out that’s fine. I just need you to call me yeah? That’s your rule. Okay Stevie?’ Eddie finishes, shaking their joined hands and smiling when Steve gets out a little ‘okay’, looking Eddie in the eyes for a flash, smiling, leaning into Eddie’s arms, moving closer for a kiss, and another, and another.

yeah! Just ideas!! Maybe I’ll write it all down one day, but maybe not. Hehehe.

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[brianwashere]

hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

[illyrian-lady-of-the-night]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS (KINDA)-MONSTER TRIO

MONKEY D. LUFFY

You were only on the crew because of your Nami's twin sister. You sat there on your knees and asked for Luffy's help which of course he did, he's going to be King Of The Pirates and Arlong isn't going to stop him.

You didn't, not like Luffy he was just your polar opposite. He was loud and obnoxious compared to your quiet introverted nature. Until one night it was your night on watch to ensure the Log Post didn't drift off course. You didn’t even hear him coming before he was sitting next to you crisscross applesauce.

“This is my spot,” he said gruffly sleep still invaded his voice. You look down to at the figure head when realization hit you, no one but Luffy sits here is there some unspoken rule that you should know.

You get up quickly almost falling into the ocean before Luffy grabs you quickly. “I am so, so sorry Captain, I didn’t even realize I’m always in the library or crow’s nest I didn’t know,”

Luffy pulls you back down to sit by him. “You can sit here, you just have to answer my question,” This was the most serious you’ve ever seen the Captain and anxiety filled your stomach, wondering what you did wrong.

You nodded waiting for what he had to say sitting beside him.

“Why don’t you like me,” he said his demeanor changing into an almost pout. “You hang out with Robin and Zoro, but you barely hang out with Nami and you ignore me,” he crossed his arm like a toddler.

You look sadly towards Luffy not realizing you had hurt his feelings. “Robin and Zoro don’t talk to me when I hang out with them we just exist together,” you say simply.

"Ok that's easy I'll just talk less," he says to you in a matter-of-fact tone. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he wrapped you with his legs pulling you closer ready to start.

You put both hands up shaking them while giggling trying to get some space between you. "No Cap it's not that I need to get out of my shell more and you're the perfect person to help with that"

The two of you spent the rest of the night talking and laughing nearly waking the crew on several occasions. Luffy can't help it he heard you laugh one time and now he can't stop.

RORONOA ZORO

You were Sanji's little sister Zoro didn't like you on principle. He didn't like Curly Brow and he didn't like Pipsqueek. You didn't do anything to him, but he blew you off every time you tried to be nice. So you got tired of it and walked away from him causing him to get lost horribly.

The door to the bar we set as the meeting place slammed open and there stood everyone's favorite moss head.

"YOU FUCKING LEFT ME,"

He didn't phase you, this was a regular Thursday for you.

"Yeah Zoro most people don't enjoy being told to shut up every time they open their mouth, you at least yell at Sanji," You stand taking a step with every word. "Maybe you'll learn to be nicer to people,"

You turn around and gesture for him to come sit by you. "Now come have a victory sake with me,"

He followed you like a lost dog at the sound of sake. "You know Pipsqweek you're not half as bad as your curly-browed brother," Slowly the rest of the team filed in and there was a noticeable shift in the dynamic like everyone could breathe a little easier without Zoro's confusion for having a crush. Zoro hated that he cared so much for you when you offered no gain to his dream to be the greatest swordsman.

Slowly but surely the two of you decided for ‘safety reasons’ you should hold hands for so no one got lost.

VINSMOKE SANJI

I don't think Sanji can hate a woman

[oneforthemunny]

curiosity killed the cat |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you disrupt eddie's meeting with rick after he told you not to. he has to punish you.

a repost. yes, I'm back lol. this is my new account :)

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. mafia!eddie themes, language, mentions of violence and drugs, daddy dom themes, daddy kink, spanking, oral fem receiving

Eddie didn't like bringing business in the home. He didn't like the idea of people in his space, people who weren't usually there. It left him on edge, constantly checking, counting the number of people there, eyes tracking their every move. Even if it was just Rick, a few of his close accomplices that Eddie knew, it still made him anxious. Knee bouncing under the table, eyes flickering from Rick to the plans back to the men around the room. His mind raced with possibilities, scenarios and he forged different outcomes. Normally, he'd already planned his escape, attack, a quick fire plan to halt whatever situation might come. This wasn't his first time after all, however, it was the first time with you. 

You weren't allowed in the room, of course. Eddie wouldn't dare even entertain the idea of you being put in such a vulnerable position. He'd left you in the master bedroom, the dogs in the room with you.

"Don't leave," Eddie pouted a finger at you, dark eyes narrowed and serious.

Your thighs clenched at his strict demeanor, a contrast from the sweet Eddie who always was so gentle and doting with you. He was different when it came to business, menacing; it made you excited.

"You've got everything you need in here, so just stay in here until I come get you, ok?" Eddie lifted your chin, eyes locking with yours fiercely. "Keep the door locked. You know where the gun is?"

You nodded, his inked fingers spayed around your chin, you just wanted to suck them. Eddie grinned gently. "Good girl," Your pussy clenched, cheeks heating.

"I'll be back in a little bit. Just stay in here and be quiet, ok?" Eddie instructed.

"Are they dangerous?" You asked meekly, eyes widening at the possibility.

Eddie frowned lightly. "No, baby, of course not. I wouldn't bring them here if I thought they'd hurt you." He cooed gently, hand stroking your hair. You relaxed under his touch, soothing and comforting. "They're not going to do anything here, and I know these guys, it's just... It's business, sweetheart. You don't belong near the business. Too precious."

You blushed under his words. Eddie leaned in, kissing you slow, full lips pressing against yours in sweet kiss that had your head reeling, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. Eddie pulled apart, holding you in his gaze, loving and longing.

"I'll be back soon." Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

He slipped on his rings, staring at himself in the mirror. You watched carefully, as your loving, sweet man slipped into a dark demeanor, menacing and expressionless. Warm brown eyes that were always soft and glowing for you were now hollow, vacant and dark. He closed the door behind him softly, the lock clicking before he padded down the hallway.

You tried to keep yourself busy. Eddie had brought everything you needed into the bedroom; snacks, drinks, activities, the dogs, and you already had a bathroom. You contemplated soaking in the tub, maybe reading or finishing off the movie you'd started.

Nothing helped, you were restless. Confined in a room, a very spacious room that was roughly the size of your entire apartment, but still, confined. Locked away until your Prince Charming came back to release you. The dogs laid over you in the bed, taking their turn and letting you pet them, cooing and scratching behind their ears.

Helplessly, you looked at the clock beside the bed. Angry, red glowing numbers that flashed, reading the time back at you; it had only been twenty minutes. You were sure it had been an hour at least. Falling back on the bed with a heavy sigh, you let Lucifer press his snout into your cheek.

"Luce, this is gonna be a long day." You muttered with an exaggerated pout to the canine, hand dragging down his soft fur softly.

You shivered on the bed, the cool air of the air conditioning until sending shudders down your spine, goosebumps rising from the chill. You curled closer to Lucifer, pressing your nose into his fur. The air conditioning control was out in the hall, where you weren't allowed. Your eyes flickered over to the fire place mounted to the far wall. You supposed you could turn that on, but you weren't sure where Eddie kept the long lighters.

Sock clad feet pressing into the mahogany hard wood, you padded over to the closet, flicking on the light. The dark shelves came into view, illuminated by the chandelier hung above. Everything about the mansion was so gothic and elegant in one. Positively, Eddie in every way. A little scary, a little weird, but very, very nice.

The first time you'd come over, walking down the long, crimson hallways that Eddie led you down, you felt like you were in something out of Dracula and The Godfather all wrapped up in one.

When you'd told him that, Eddie had laughed, dimples deep and eyes shining in the low light of his bedroom. "That was the goal, baby doll." He winked.

You'd blushed then and you blushed now, the same tingling feeling buzzing in your chest, warm and suffocating but oddly comforting, a rush sparking up your spine. Eddie always got you like that, giddy and silly in a way that only he could

You ran your hands over his shirts, all his work shirts. You snorted lightly, taking the fabric of a pristinely pressed black button up, Egyptian cotton and soft to the touch but stiff. You pressed your nose to the sleeve, inhaling the scent- laundry detergent, tobacco, and something woven within the threads that you couldn't quite put into words, it was positively Eddie.

There on the racks was your things too. All the things he'd bought you that you kept here. He'd been begging you to move in for weeks, since the first night he brought you here really. You told him when your lease was over, which he scoffed at. "Kitten, I can get you out of your lease, no problem. Don't use that."

You knew he could. You just didn't want to leave that life just yet, keeping a small piece of yourself at the apartment complex, a part of you that didn't know all the inner workings and dark shadows of Hawkins- of the country. It was silly, really, you loved Eddie. You stayed here all the time anyways, but you clung onto it. Eddie was a sweetheart, he let you, respected it, never pressed. It made it easier to transition over.

Eddie was always so sweet to you, so kind. You smiled, holding onto the sleeve of a cashmere robe, white and fluffy. He'd bought it for you after installing the bath, your initial sewn in baby blue over the breast. It was warm, cozy, soft- just like Eddie was to you.

You wondered how people could be so scared of him. He was nothing but an absolute angel to you, doting on you in ways you didn't even know possible. Passionate in ways that felt overwhelming at times, but you always returned it too.

Your lips curled in thought, fingers running down the robe's soft fabric, but your eyes moved to the bedroom door. The heavy, ornate mahogany door was taunting, looming over you like a bad omen- a darkened doorway. Your heart thumped, you could hear Eddie's voice telling you to stay.

"Curiosity killed the cat, kitten," Eddie's wicked grin, teeth baring and tone lilted in a mocking, nearly playful tone. He'd said that to you only a few weeks ago, when the two of you began something new.

You'd slipped into his office, looking for a letter opener. Instead you'd found a little box, rattling on the inside, with a carving you didn't recognize. Intrigued, you'd searched through the drawers, practically ransacking his desk looking for the key.

Eddie surprised you, ringed hand pressing gently on the small of your back, amused when you'd jumped up. Caught, wide eyed, mouth stammering with the box in your hand. He'd only shook his head, cooing at you gently, before placing the box down, guiding you gently to fold over the large desk.

He'd lectured you, sweetly still, while he lifted your little night gown, hand cracking down on your upturned bottom. It wasn't much, enough for your cheeks form a light dusting of splotchy pink with faint handprint impressions, and to have you sniffling with a pout. Eddie fussed all over you, pressing kisses and praises into your wet, salty cheeks, before bending you back over; this time a reward, his cock thrusting slow and deep into you.

That was the first time he'd ever spanked you. An idea that came from a drunken night out, that the two of you had discussed trying. You wanted it to be authentic, only happening organically. Eddie was more than happy to oblige you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought, rocking your pressed legs together to feel some friction. Eddie hadn't spanked you in a while. The last time being a little over two weeks ago, after you'd been exceptionally bratty and mean to him. He cooed at you sweetly, patting his knee for you to crawl over, while he cracked his palm down until you were crying lightly, fingers working between your legs until you gushed over his lap.

You contemplated it for a moment. You'd never done something this bold before with him. Bratting and breaking little rules when you wanted it rough, sure, but not this. He always went so gentle with you, only using his hand and stopping at the first sign of tears.

Eddie had said the men weren't dangerous, wouldn't hurt you. 

And you did leave your favorite cardigan in his office.

The corners of your lips turned up, pressing them together to keep your smug grin hidden. The throbbing between your legs clouded your judgement, mind spinning with the excitement of Eddie getting rough with you. You shushed the dogs gently, shutting the door behind you before padding down the long hallway towards the other wing.

Eddie was wrapped up in planning, the latest shipment from Cuba coming through Mexico since they'd been compromised in Miami.

"You can't do Texas," Eddie shook his head, pointing at the map next to Rick. "Borders are tightening up. Hopper told me they'd cracked down, hard. Best bet is to go through Louisiana or Mississippi. We could send some guys out on the bayou, no one would ever bother looking there."

"What about the cajuns that live there, boy?" Rick raised a brow. "You think they'll just let us come in there? There's a reason border patrol and the law ain't out there."

"I know, but there's a guy here who has family down there. Willing to let us borrow his boat for a price." Eddie was always one step ahead, Rick grinned. "He's got a place right on the bayou, feeds out to the gulf. They come in that way, meet 'em there and-"

The door creaked open, all eyes snapping up before guns were drawn, clicked and ready to fire. Eddie's heart stopped, his finger trembling over the trigger when he saw you.

"Ed, I'm sorry to bother you, honey." You cooed before stepping in.

Eddie gaped, raising a hand firmly to signal a stop. Rick lowered his gun, brows furrowed when he looked at Eddie. He knew in an instant, from the fear stricken look in Eddie's eye, just who the girl was to him.

"I just need my cardigan. I think I left it in here." You grinned sheepishly at the men. Rick's two boys stepped in front of the plans, glaring down at you menacingly.

"Easy, boys." Rick snapped, seeing Eddie growl, eyes narrowed and teeth bared in their direction.

"Leroy, Joey, she's good." Eddie snapped, eyes locked with you.

Jeff and Gareth exchanged a nervous glance, looking from each other back to Eddie. His clenched fists, eyes hard and tracking your every movement in disbelief. They cringed at the thought of what he'd do to you, if you even knew what was coming. They watched carefully as you padded in, reaching behind Eddie's desk for your little folded cardigan, right where you left it.

Your eyes met Eddie's expression falling slightly when his angry, intense gaze met yours. You stuttered for a moment, blinking around the room before Eddie's eyes narrowed at you in warning. A look you'd never seen before. It was frightening, sending you scampering out of the room.

Eddie watched the door close, eyes trained on the wood long after you left. The room was silent, Rick's gaze moving from Eddie to Gareth and Jeff slowly. "Alright..." Rick drew out the word, brow still lifted skeptically. "Where were we?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, back pressing against the dark wood. The dogs must've sense your distress, whining and growling under the doorway at the threat they couldn't see.

"It's alright babies." You cooed, but even then your voice was wavering, shaky and rattled.

Clicking the lock, you padded back towards the bed, cardigan clutched between your firm grasp. Eddie was furious, that much you knew. No light, no softness, nothing familiar in his eyes when you looked at him; when he looked at you.

You tucked your knees up to your chest, heart beating so fast you thought it might just give out. You knew Eddie wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't, but you wondered if you might've took it too far. If you might've hurt him. Guilt flooded your bloodstream, leaving your tummy twisting and wrenching at the possibility.

You'd taken it too far, clearly, you knew that now. All you wanted was him to be a little rough. You loved the passionate sex the two of you had, constant and attentive. How he'd take his time exploring every square inch of you, using his body in any way he could to worship yours. You loved it even more when it was your chance to return the favor.

All you wanted was him to be a little rough, a little mean. You liked the darkness, it was thrilling. How he could be a little cruel to you, all while being constant and reassuring. Praising you when he'd spank you, or when he wouldn't let you cum. Tutting at you in a tone that toed the line of mocking and caring.

"Baby, I have to." He'd sigh, heavy and like he truly meant it, with just enough flare in his tone to know he was enjoying it. "You've got to learn don't you? Got to be obedient for me."

You wondered if he'd do that to you tonight, or if he'd trade his sweet tongue for a lashing, sharp one that would leave you as battered and aching as your body. You shuddered at the thought, consumed with possibilities.

The soft knock at your door was enough to make you jump, the dogs growling and barking in warning. Gareth called your name, muffled through the thick wood.

"One sec." You called, leaping out of the bed, legs shaky when you clicked the lock.

The dogs filed out, scampering down the stairs as Gareth looked down at you. The sympathetic gaze he casted on you made you feel sick. "Uh, Ed wants to see you in his office." He muttered, eyes avoiding yours. "Now that everyone is gone."

You nodded slowly, shutting the door behind you when you started down the hallway for a second time. This time you were in a much different trance, one that left your numb with fear, anticipation.

Knuckles rapping softly on the door, you waited for Eddie's gruff voice telling you to enter. Swallowing hard, you pushed the iron handle open, heavy door opening with a low groan.

Eddie sat behind his desk, hand crossed in front of him. He met your gaze and you shuddered. "Shut the door behind you." Eddie called. His voice was stern, but not angry, not mean like you expected. Tired. It made your stomach squeeze even more in guilt.

Eddie nodded towards the chairs in front of him, cognac leather and large. You sat down slowly, gaze never leaving his. Eddie looked up at you, brown eyes softer now, pleading. "What did I tell you?" He asked, low with a small sigh.

You shuddered. "I-I'm sorry." You stammered, cheeks flaming. "I..."

Eddie lifted a brow. "You what? Didn't know? Kitten, I told you." He said softly. "I didn't do it to control you, baby. I did it to keep you safe. You know I don't want you in the middle of this shit."

Your lib wobbled, eyes prickling in tears. You felt your heart plummet at his words, caring, even when you didn't deserve it. You'd prepared yourself for screaming, anger, a fight and him to admonish you; not for him to still be so concerned for you well being, for him to be disappointed.

"I'm really sorry." You muttered, breaking his gaze to look down at your nails. You sniffled gently. "I-I just wanted to come in." You admitted.

Eddie leaned forward, brows furrowed lightly. "Why?" He asked, soft and genuine. "I told you to stay, that it's business. I know you don't care about what we're talking about so why would you..." He stopped himself, watching how you squirmed, shifted in your seat.

Eddie pressed his lips together, leaning back in his chair. "Look at me." He commanded, stern but not an order. A favor, a request still. You tilted your head up, watery eyes meeting his. He paused, taking in the way you gnawed at your lower lip. "Please tell me you didn't come in here so I'd punish you?" He asked.

You didn't reply, stilling at the question with wide eyes. Eddie sighed slowly, hands dragging down over his face. "Oh, kitten, that's so disappointing." His face fell, shaking his head gently.

The sob that tore through your chest, strangled in your throat, your deep breath trying to conceal it as Eddie stood. He walked around slowly in front of you, leaning back onto the desk. He towered over you, shoulders slumped and sad. You couldn't look at him.

"You want me to punish you?" Eddie asked. It was a genuine question, not mocking, not playful, certainly not threatening. You kept your gaze cast down, sniffling back tears. "Look at me please, baby." Eddie sighed gently.

You brought your gaze to his, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Eddie tilted his head to the side. "Is that what you want?" He asked softly again, brows raising ever so slightly. "That why you came in here? So I'd spank you for being a bad girl? For breaking Daddy's rules?"

You flushed, heart lurching at the name. You were sure he wouldn't want to play with you after this, after you'd been so bad, you thought he might never want to see you again. Your tummy twisted in a deep burst of excitement. You nodded gently, eyes looking up at him carefully.

Eddie sighed heavy, looking down at his rings. "Kitten, if you wanted Daddy to put you in your place, all you had to do was ask." He was scolding you, lightly, but enough to make you blush, feeling small under his words.

"I want you to listen to me, ok?" Eddie asked, leaning forward so he was closer to you. You felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your gaze up to him, soft, brown eyes melting into yours. "You don't do that again when you want to play. This time, it was just Rick and his boys, but next time it couldn't be. I'm serious when I say this, I don't want you around that. That is a hard line for me, I want you to respect that."

"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered softly, placing your hand over top of his. You could tell by the way his jaw clenched, emotionally, that it had hurt him. You never wanted to do that. It was just play after all, never meant to step over any lines or boundaries, by pass your respect for one another.

"I didn't mean to upset you like this." You ran the tips of your fingers over his knuckles down to his rings. "I just thought it would be... exciting. You said they wouldn't hurt me or anything, so I just thought..."

Eddie pressed his hand gently into your cheek, cupping it lightly. "I know you did." He said sweetly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "Let's discuss things about like that before doing it next time, ok? I'm not mad at you, I promise. I was just... I was scared. I thought something was wrong when you came in."

Your hear squeezed, lip quivering. "'M sorry." You whispered.

Eddie smiled softly down at you. "I know," He let his finger slide through your scalp. "But I have to punish you now. You know that don't you?"

Your spine tingled when excitement when Eddie stood, slowly walking around his desk. "Bend over the desk for me, baby." He fumbled with a cabinet, turning the key into the lock.

You stood slowly, stepping towards the edge of the desk, already cleared for you. You lowered your self down slowly, feet spreading to plant into the wood, far enough apart to steady you. Your hands splayed out on the cool wood beside you, chin resting to watch Eddie.

He emerged after a moment, placing the key back in his pocket before turning, revealing a small, black leather paddle, long but on the thinner side. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Eddie frowned down at you sadly. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this for a while." He exhaled slowly. "Thought I'd save it for your birthday. Give you some birthday spankings." You tingled at the mention, clenching around nothing. "But I think you need it today. You really need to learn your lesson, don't you?"

You nodded. "Words, kitten." Eddie ran a hand gently down your back.

"Yes, Daddy." You squeaked against the desk, pressing your cheek against the cool wood.

Eddie hummed gently, hand running down your little lounge pants. He pushed them down slowly, revealing you to be bare. He let out a small huff of air, fingers trailing up to your cheeks, pulling them apart so he could see your pussy. Soaked, as to be expected.

Eddie ran a hand softly over your bottom, soothing your gently. "I don't want to have to be this mean to you, but you have to learn baby." Eddie shook his head gently. "Have to learn to follow Daddy's rules."

You whimpered, nodding against the wood. Eddie bent down, pressing a kiss to your tail bone, leaving you shivering under the touch. "I'm gonna start now." He warned, thumb circling the bone before his hand rested on the small of your back, to keep you down, in place.

The cool leather of the paddle ran across the globes of your ass, a warning of what was to come. You shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. You fought the urge to clamp your legs together, the anticipation and thrill of it all making you ache horribly.

There was a swish before the leather snapped against your skin, your loud gasp following, eyes snapping and head raising. "Shh, I know," Eddie cooed. He kept his hand anchored on your spine, paddle lifting again before cracking across your skin, leaving an angry red stripe in its wake. "I know, kitten, I know." 

"You've got to learn." You whimpered when Eddie brought the paddle down again, squick and snapping twice against the skin with an easy flick of his wrist. "Daddy doesn't like being mean with you, but he has to." He whispered, hand rubbing softly down your back.

You were starting to squirm, the sting building quick, faster than it ever did with his hand. You yelped, a pitiful broken cry following after he brought the paddle down again, on the bottom of your fleshy backside. "You're doing so good, kitten. Taking your spanking so good." Eddie crooned, the paddle lifting before he brought it down again.

You knew he wasn't using his full strength, not even close. He wanted it to sting but never hurt you, especially when the two of you were so new to things still.

You squirmed, tears streaming down your face. "'M sorry, Daddy." You whined, high and desperate.

"I know you are, baby. I know." Eddie sighed sweetly, bringing the paddle down again on your agitated skin. "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?"

Your sob followed as an answer, fists clenching when he brought down the paddle again, sending you forward you the desk. The wood dug into your hips, pressing uncomfortably against you with every smack of the paddle that sent you forwards.

Eddie's hand ran down your red cheeks, your abused little ass, bright and blooming with marks of the harsh leather against your skin. Your body shook with sobs, collapsed against the wood. Eddie shushed you quietly, sweet words and calming phrases to you while his hand ran over the hot flesh, trailing down further. He pressed his index finger, ducking it between your legs. He bit back a knowing smile when he felt you, dripping and coated in your own arousal.

Eddie let his fingers run through your folds, your small mewl perking his ears, your hips rocking back to meet his touch. "You learned your lesson?" Eddie asked gently.

You moaned when his fingers brushed over your clit, nasally and high pitched. "Yes, Daddy."

Eddie let the pad of his finger circle around your clit, throbbing and hard through your slick folds. "You're gonna be good for Daddy?"

You nodded, eyes pinching in pleasure. "Yes!" You squealed, shockwaves of pleasure spiking over you. "I'll be good, I'll be good!" You chanted breathlessly, a small grunt leaving your pouty lips.

Eddie smirked, he knew you would be. He knelt down behind you, tongue lapping and circling your sensitive clit while your squirmed. His hands gripping your burning cheeks lightly, keeping you spread so he could eat you properly, buried between you until you clenched, toes curling and crying out before falling onto his desk, sprawled out and starry eyed.

[bookishdreamer28]

Tom Blyth is a total babe and has my heart and his character in Billy the kid has me weak on the knees

Btw I'll definitely write more Billy fics so I hope you'll enjoy reading this one ❣

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You felt your body responding to his intense stare again. You found yourself burning with desire for the man with the beautiful ocean eyes across the room, for the 5th time this month. He was an occasional costumer but you never had the chance to have a proper conversation with him because of all these drunken people blocking your way or your boss making you taking orders from other tables. He never once threw a dirty look at you, neither he made you feel uneasy and uncomfortable in any way just like brainless rats did. And you liked that. You liked him.

When you served a costumer his bear, your eyes went immediately on him. He gave a small smile and waved at you. This small interaction increased your heart's rate and you returned the smile with one of your own. You tried to preoccupy yourself by cleaning the counter but all you could think about was him. The man who already had your heart in his hands.

After contemplating for about half an hour on what to do, you picked up the courage and made your way to his table. His eyes never left you. Seeing you approaching him made him nervous. Unable to make a single move.

"Would you like me to bring you something else?" You asked giving him a sweet smile.

"Uh n-no thank you" his hand traveled up to his hair, pushing a few locks out of the way. You suddenly felt your mouth dry. You licked your lips and you caught his eyes following the movement.

"I'm Y/N" you reached your hand out for a shake. He gently grabbed your hand and said

"I'm William but most people call me Billy. The choice is yours sweetheart" he lowered your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss there. Your cheeks were burning and you were sure that you looked like you had fever.

You were ready to say something but a drunk guy placed his arm around your shoulder. Your body tensed and Billy's eyes darkened.

"Why don't We get this kind of treatment huh?" His breath was stinking liquor and you wanted to punch the shit out of him which you were ready to do so, but Billy caught you. His punch surely broke thos guy's jaw and it sent him straight to the floor. He then picked him up by his colar and slammed him to the wall.

"If you even dare do as much as look in her direction, I will end you, get it? Don't you DARE put your filthy hands on her again" He growled and then threw him on the floor again. The guy didn't had the guts to say anything to Billy. And all the other men in the bar knew that it would be best if the mind their own business instead of get themselves involved in this.

Billy turned to you and gently touched your shoulders.

"Let's get out of here"

"But I can't just le-"

"As long as you're with me no one is going to hurt you. There's no way I'm leaving you here but if you want to stay, I'll stay too" his words warmed your heart.

"Lead the way cowboy" you smirked and grabbed his hand. He smiled widely and walked the to exit. Once you were outside you started laughing at how wonderful it all felt with him. He couldn't help but watch you closely. Your smile, your bright eyes, your hair flowing in the breeze. You were all he's thinking about and now he finally has the chance to be with you. Just the two of you.

You looked at your intertwined fingers and your stomach filled with butterflies again . But then your eyes widened when you realized that you were still holding hands.

Billy noticed your expression and was ready to pull his hand away but you held it tight.

"I'm ok with this...that is as long as you're ok with it too" and for once agaim you felt your face burning.

"I'm more than ok sweetheart" he smiled.

"Oh thank you souch for earlier I didn't expe-"

"I will never let anyone touch you again like this. I know you think that I didn't have to interfere but it made my blood boil seeing in distress" he stopped walking and turned his body to you.

His eyes were so beautiful under the moonlight. The soft touch of his fingertips on your cheek is what shook me out of my thoughts. Your breath quickened.

"I...where is your home exactly? I don't want you to walk on your all alone now" he cleared his throat, moving his hand from your face, looking anywhere else but you.

"Oh we're almost there-...Um actually, I don't want to go home right now" you stopped him from moving.

"Ok that's great then, cause I didn't want you to go either" he said and you stared at each other.

"Great" you whispered and moved closer to him.

"Great" he moved closer too.

His hands cupped your face slowly and his thumbs were caressing your skin softly.

"Can I please, please kiss you? Cause I've been dying to do this for whole month now and I can't wait longer" your legs felt like jelly and you had no idea how you managed to stand still.

You nodded eagerly and closed your eyes the moment he started leaning in. He kissed you tenderly and pulled back to see your reaction, only for you to crash your lips against his passionately. You felt Billy's hand slide into your hair and his other kept your body close to his. The kiss held such intensity and emotion, that made you both breathless once you pulled away.

"I'm at your mercy woman" he whispered against my lips and and I smiled, grabbing his collar to kiss him more

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[danikamariewrites]

This miiiight be a little silly but can you write something like this with az or rhys? :D

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Just a Scratch

Rhys x reader

A/n: I would very much get flustered by Rhys 🤭

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood

Nervously pacing in the hallway outside you and your mate’s bedroom you bite your nails. Azriel had winnowed him and Rhys into the foyer of the Town House over an hour ago, Rhys bleeding from a gash in his abdomen. Upon seeing the injury you shrieked and immediately went to get Madja.

You didn’t do well with blood or medical situations. You get queasy at the sight of a paper cut so it was best to stay out of the room when the old healer patches any of the boys up. Especially Rhys. You get very emotional seeing your mate hurt.

The door quietly opened and Madja shuffled out, her worn leather bag hanging from the crook of her elbow. You give her a worried, expectant look. She takes your free hand in her comforting, warm ones. “He’s fine dear,” Madja said softly. “He just needs to rest tonight so the stitches won’t rip.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. You knew he’d be ok, but still.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Madja nods and turns to Azriel who appeared from the shadows. He offers his arm to her and begins to walk Madja out. Azriel nods to you, telling you he’s got this and to go see Rhys. Once the pair were on the stairs you rushed into the bedroom.

Rhys was sat in his armchair by the hearth. He had changed from his leathers into comfortable loose pants, his long luxurious black robe—the silver embroidery on the cuffs and collar seeming to sparkle in the firelight, and he had decided against a shirt.

You could see the bandage wrapped around his lower abdomen along with bruises that littered his torso. Your eyes were briefly distracted by the muscles and swirling Illyrian tattoos peeking out from beneath the silky fabric. Slightly shaking your head to break your trance you focus on Rhys’ injuries.

Clearing the short space between the two of you, you drop to your knees in front of Rhys. Your face contorted in pain for him. Lightly running your hands across his exposed skin you look up at Rhys with sad eyes. “Oh my love.” You breathe out.

Rhys caresses your face with his large hand giving you a small smile. “I’m okay darling. I’m right here.” You shake your head slowly. Rhys sighs, holding your hands and guiding you to stand with him. “I can’t believe you got stabbed. And through your armor! I thought it was supposed to keep you from getting stabbed. Cassian said the scales were stab proof, this isn’t stab proof. It should be called stab resistant. Cauldron, I can’t…”

Rhys playfully rolled his eyes, dropping his robe from his shoulders dramatically. His entire torso was exposed, rippling muscles, swirling tattoos and all. Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes going comically wide at the glorious sight before you. There was another bandage wrapped around his left shoulder. “Look at me darling.” He said quietly, grasping your chin between his fingers.

“It’s nothing but cuts and bruises.” With his free hand he takes one of your hands, laying your palm flat on his smooth chest. “See. My heart is still beating for you. This is nothing, I swear it.” You feel your mouth go dry. Even after all these years Rhys’ body and voice still make you flustered.

Licking your lips you fumble for your words. “So umm….ahh…h-how, how long do you have to be wrapped up like that?” Rhys’ smirk grew as he leaned down to connect his lips to yours. Your arms slip around his neck pulling him closer until your chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours. The bond humming with joy that you two are connected again. Pulling away, Rhys rests his forehead against yours.

“You need to rest, my love.” You whisper. “Will you tend to my wounds, my darling?” A breathy giggle leaves your lips, “Of course, my love.”

[finchesslingshott]

HI THERE I SAW LES MISERABLES LAST NIGHT HERE ARE MY NOTES

ACT 1     ⁃    SOBBINGGGG OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE YOU ORCHESTRA     ⁃    ok valjean i see you!! get the emotions!!!     ⁃    YES ENSEMBLE I SEE YOU AND I LOVE YOU     ⁃    I DREAMED A DREAM. OH MY GOSH. HER VOICE. cry #1     ⁃    fantine death- THE EMOTIONSSSSSS. OH MY GOSH. cry #2     ⁃    cosette im sobbing i love you     ⁃    YES THENARDIERS YOURE SO ICONIC     ⁃    all together master of the house is a 5000/10 literally so funny     ⁃    THE SET???? THE FRICKING SET???!?!?!!?!?!??!     ⁃    VALJEAN AND BABY COSETTE SINGING TOGETHER BEFORE THE BARGAIN???? BRB SOBBING MY EYES OUT OHMYGOSH     ⁃    OHMYGOSH GAVROCHE. GAVROCHE. GAVROCHE.     ⁃    ok grantaire i see you!??! long haired drunk king??? get it i guess???!!!     ⁃    RED AND BLACKKKK IM CRYING THE HARMONIESSSSS - cry #3     ⁃    "listen!! lisTEN TO ME!!? L I S T E N  E V E R Y B O D Y" (really awkward pause) "general lamarque is dead.."     ⁃    me and my friend both said "womp womp" and were sobbing laughing     ⁃    i LIVE for the grantaire + gavroche duo like theyre such a cute duo i cant     ⁃    DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING OH MY GOODNESS HARMONIESSSS - cry #4     ⁃    oh my gosh the eponine/thenardier fight i love them so much what a traumatic duo     ⁃    IN MY LIIIIIIIIIIIFE I WANT TO BE COSETTE SHES SO HOT     ⁃    A HEART FULL OF LOVE THOSE HARMONIESSSSS THE END OHMYGOSHHHH - cry #5     ⁃    stars - so much better than russell crowe but thats not saying much - 1000000/10 i love you javert     ⁃    I. LOVE. TENORS. OH. MY. GOODNESS.     ⁃    ONE DAY MORE. OH MY GOSH. THE CHOREO. THE SET. THE CHARACTERS. THE HARMONIES. THAT STUPID RED FLAG. OH. MY. GOSH. - ♾️/10 i love you marius never change - cry #6

side note- i was sobbing at the end of "one day more" as intermission started and house lights went up i just looked up at my mom + friend and said "i freaking love tenors" through copious tears ANYWHO-

ACT 2     ⁃    THE BARRICADE????? THE SET????????????? OHMYGOSH????     ⁃    OKAY OH MY GOODNESS WHO ALLOWED IT TO OPEN WITH ON MY OWN THATS NOT FAIR - cry #7     ⁃    little fall of rain OHHHH MY GOSHHHHH MARIUS PONTMERCY I LOVE YOU - cry #8     ⁃    AND WHY ON GODS BEAUTIFUL GREEN EARTH DID "DRINK WITH ME" IMMEDIATELY PROCEED THAT IM SOBBING     ⁃    gavroche sprinting across the stage and hugging grantaire like his life depends on it, grantaire turning around dropping to his knees and just hugging that sweet little boy i love him grantaire was shaking i love him     ⁃    grantaire i love you why did you leave me - cry #9     ⁃    AND THEN "BRING HIM HOME??? RIGHT THERE???? WTFFFF????? - cry #10     ⁃    WHO SET GAVROCHES DEATH I WANT TO HUG YOU AND KILL YOU AT THE SAME TIME YOU PUT A SPOT ON MY BOY ON CENTRE AT THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE AND THEN JUST LET HIM SLUMP INTO GRANTAIRES ARMS??? BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HURT ME THAT MUCH???? - cry #11     ⁃    and ohmygosh the dead silence after his death like everyones in shock oh my goodness gavroche come back i miss you     ⁃    UGHHHH THE WAY THE ABC BOYS DEATHS WERE SETTTTTT I CANT THE SPOTS ON ALL OF EM IM SOBBING - cry #12     ⁃    ENJOLRAS BEING THE LAST ONE AND DOING THE ARM RAISE AND THEN JUST FLOPPING OVER NOOOOO BBY DONT LEAVE ME ILY - cry #13     ⁃    the guy putting gavroche in the cart with enjolras SOBBING I MISS THEM     ⁃    javert starting to emotionally unravel when seeing gavroche dead     ⁃    OK BACKDROP I SEE YOU ATE IT UP     ⁃    thenardier i hate you i cant wait for you to die say hi to judas ascariot for me     ⁃    EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES MARIUS I LOVE YOU - 10000000000000/10     ⁃    when "phantom faces at the window" all thE ABC BOYS CAME OUT WITH ENJOLRAS AND GAVROCHE SPLITTING CENTRE AS THE FIRST AND LAST OF THE ABC BOYS TO FALL ON THE BARRICADE LITERALLY STOP - cry #14     ⁃    javerts suicide omw literally in shock like jaw DROPPED tears STREAMING - cry #15     ⁃    the EMOTIONNNNNNN     ⁃    ALSO THE WHOLE SCENE LIKE THE BACKDROP??? THE TECH??? THE LIGHTING???     ⁃    orchestra i love you never change ever marry me     ⁃    the wedding ate i freaking love mme. thenardier shes so chaotic     ⁃    "this ones a queer / i'll give it a try" (mr thenardier dips another dude like a fricking king ily)     ⁃    marius i love you marry me forget cosette MARRY ME     ⁃    fantine in valjeans death scene I LITERALLY CANT I LOVE YOU - cry #16     ⁃    EPONINEEEEEE FANTINEEEEE I LOVE YOU     ⁃    valjean pulling off his coat and being in white bcs hes dead now UGH     ⁃    the FRICKING ENSEMBLE AND ENJOLRAS AND GAVROCHE SPLITTING CENTRE AGAIN WITH GRANTAIRE BESIDE GAVROCHE UGH I LOVE THEM - cry #17     ⁃    VALJEAN WALKING BACK AND HUGGING JAVERT UGH TEARS STREAMING - cry #18     ⁃    THE FINAL CHORD - "tomorrOW (pause for five seconds) COOOOOOOOOOOMEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" - cry #19     ⁃    I LOVE YOU ORCHESTRA

conclusion: i dont think i've cried that much in years and i know this is what i want to do with my life also i love you grantaire

thank you for your time i'm gonna go cry now

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Dominance & Sleepy Sex for Fools Rush In Steve! <3

Loved your most recent one with Curtis btw 😘🖤

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Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed Curtis's dirty headcanon (for the legit-dirty man).

Now to FRI Steve, the tricky and ever-growing love of my life! Prompts from this dirty ask game.

While there are several stories in the Fools Rush In series that are suitable for all ages, this headcanon is not. MINORS DNI, please.

D - Dominance

This is a story of a very slow evolution. Steve develops excruciatingly over months and years in the FRI series--which I do love, for the record, I love to detail every little thing that makes him understand his body, his love, and how to show it--but that's for a reason.

He has the specific problem of his senses. It makes him a better soldier to feel less, be more immune to pain, and be affected very little by those hormone fluctuations in response.

Throughout Do You Two Fondue? and This All Day, we see him come into his own as a sexual partner. That blossoms further when he's finally married to Keeps (unlocking his first kink, sorta, when he gets to call you 'Mrs. Rogers' and 'my wife'), and throughout his isolation in Dignity of His Choice, Steve realizes he's not terrible for having fantasies and wanting sex.

He's...slow to initiate anything.

What I haven't gotten to write yet is Steve being exposed to a Hydra gas (sex pollen) that reduces him to his basest, most animalistic desires, and it takes a lot of therapy and talking to shake his learned-shame. He's been conditioned to believe things like dominance and anal can only ever be wrong/disrespectful to the one he loves. (It's important to specify that Steve holds himself to this standard and no one else.)

So, please enjoy a snippet where our soft!boi admits that he might be interested in more than his so-far-pretty-vanilla intimacies.

excerpt from Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man

“It’s still you and me, Steve. Doesn’t matter where and it doesn’t matter how. I feel just as safe and loved now as I did before. I know you think you hurt me, but I can’t watch you hurt yourself anymore.” “But I remember it.” His voice is so quiet you think he can barely hear it, but you’re so focused. Your hands cup his face and raise his jaw, but Steve won’t look at you. “We remember a lot of things th—“ “You don’t understand,” he interrupts, the words wet from his closing throat, his long lashes shimmering with tears he’s straining to keep squeezed in. “I…”  There’s a beat before Steve sobs one huge release and reins it back in just as fast. The whiplash of keeping himself together forces him to his knees, planting him right at your feet.  He grabs your legs, pressing his forehead to your closed thighs. “I liked it,” he whispers, likely hoping he’s too far away and too quiet for you to hear. “God help me. I liked it.”

FRI Steve never becomes what I would classify as a Dom, however. He gets better at initiating and steering sex in a way he's excited about, but I can't see him regularly and entirely taking the lead in bed.

S - Sleepy Sex

The short answer: yes.

He gets much more comfortable with the slow and easy enjoyment of morning sex.

Please enjoy another snippet from the upcoming tale about soulmarks:

excerpt from Something Wrong Is Something Right

He drags a light few fingertips across your arm, making you shiver and snuggle into him more. There’s another faint whine before you bury your head in his pec and breathe deeply. Your heart rate increases. So does his. It’s a testament to how in-sync you two are now that before you even say a word or look up at him, your arm slides down his abs and you rock your hips closer to him. Ok, now Steve’s just plain excited. He loves morning sex. Tired-You turns into a rag doll in his arms and gets loud. He feels powerful and a touch controlling, but really it doesn’t take much to get both of you off even lazily when it’s this early. You let out that little sigh, the one that pairs with the perfect hug, but as Steve has learned over the years, it really pairs with any genuine embrace between you two. It’s contentment and freedom and the invitation he’s all too willing to receive.

(I couldn't fit it in because the snippet would be too long, but one thing I just melt over is that he's categorized your scent between three levels of arousal...which, I mean, oh my, fucking swoon, am I right??? No? Ro's a perv? Ok, yeah, that checks out.)

Steve does not usually wake you up already between your legs or anything; that's a bit aggressive for him. Like, he'll rub on you but won't put his tongue or cock in you until you're aware enough to look at him.

He's been given consent to, several times, but he enjoys the participation--sharing the experience--more than just the act of getting off.

Since in FRI, Steve is a super soldier, it's unlikely he's ever completely asleep if you are significantly moving around, so you can't surprise him with a blowjob. He is finicky about those. Again, that feels impersonal and distant compared to having his arms around you.

He goes for runs so early that Steve's amazed you two have as much morning sex as you do. It turns out that's a great way to make you tired enough to fall back asleep, and you can spread out happily on his still-warm spot while he heads to the gym. You can even shower with him when he returns! Yay!

Thank you for asking!

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This completes the TWENTY-SIX dirty asks from the past week. WOOHOOOOOO, we did it, gang!!! Now right back to the drawing board/notebook/multiple scrivener projects...anyway, you get it. Thanks for reading 💕

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Can I request for an injured reader x Akutagawa and ranpo (You can add more as long as these two stays :D) where the reader got into an argument in a mission with them, got injured accidentally, and the reader kept saying their ok (literally limping around) but the character kept insisting and eventually do it by force idk how to explain hwuhshs English is my sec language:^

Tysm^^

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HI!!! Sorry this took a while! I will most likely do a part two of this because I had so much fun!

Reader gets hurt!

Ranpo

You where on call with Ranpo because he was out of town on another mission

"You can't go" he had already seen the out come of this mission and he knew you his lover would get hurt

He loves you so he wont let you go simple as that

But you kept pressing to go on this mission

All you needed to do was go to the suspects home and bring him into custody

"Ranpo! its just a possibility I will be fine!"

He angrily ended the call so you went on the mission!

Ranpo was right you ended up having elbow and two broken fingers thankfully though Atsushi was with you and carried you all the way back to the agency

but while you where out on the mission and getting hurt Ranpo was on a train back to you (that he some how got by him self we don't know how he just did)

When Ranpo arrived back at the agency you where just back too

He just looked at you, he didn't say a thing but he hurried you to Yosano's office

after you where healed he just hugged you and cried

"I knew this would happen...I'm sorry I should have made more of an effort to stop you!"

He blames him self for you getting hurt

He is so scared of losing you

"I'm alive, you see? its ok, its not your fault"

you have to comfort him

Akutagawa

You where both on a mission and you both had to split up

He knew you where no match for the enemy you had no ability while this guy had a dangerous one!

"Stay back I will get them one at a time if I must"

He looked at the handful of underlings that had joined you both on this mission

"Protect them"

he then proceeded to walk towards where one off the enemies had ran off too

you started walking in the opposite direction towards where the other enemy had gone but one underling had tried to stop you

"you can't go that way! We have orders too keep you here!"

"he said protect me not for me to stay still"

before any could try and stop you you ran off to get this enemy of the port mafia

during the fight you had got shot in the knee and got a punch to the nose but yet you won the fight

when Akutagawa had arrived to see what had happened and catch the other enemy he was surprised to see him dead on the floor

but to his shock he also saw you hurt and in pain

he froze

his head stopped working but before he could even register he was running to your side and lifting you up bridal style and taking you to the port mafia med bay

he was worried sick and lectured you about doing reckless things like that

"My love I'm ok I promise to be more careful, I honestly did it so you wouldn't have to do so much"

he loves you to much to stay mad at you for long

those hench men do have a lot of explaining to do though-