#sub!decim x reader

[mv1simp]

Into It ♥️ Part 1 of 3

Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader

i'm into it, yeah, says she wanna fuck me later, girl i'm into it

the one in which you’re newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. he’s the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that you’re desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak 😚

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut but this time with some plot lol, reader essentially is just trying whatever tactic she can to seduce her bf and make mad max come out in bed, size kink, dom/sub elements, 4k WC

PART TWO HERE ♥️ PART THREE HERE ♥️

You look up blissfully at your boyfriend, Max, from where you’re tucked into his side, his strong arm scooping you against him and keeping you warm. You’re rewatching an old classic, Shrek 2, as you wind down from your dinner plans with your friends earlier than evening. Lando and Daniel had joined as well, teasing you and Max mercilessly about how you two were finally together and that the whole F1 grid had been placing bets on when you would make it official.

You had flushed in a combination of embarrassment and giddiness, unable to hold back a matching laugh with Max who had looked over at you with an adoring gaze, his own heart warm with happiness about finally being able to call you his own. You two had run in the same Monaco circles for years - with him as a driver and you on the McLaren legal team. Though initially you only saw glimpses of him through paddock interviews or social media posts celebrating his multiple winning streaks, the two of you had become a lot closer the past couple years through his friendship with Daniel and Lando. Soon enough you were joining them at weekly Padel sessions, leading to you and Max exchanging funny cat memes or popping online to decimate him and Lando on a Call of Duty stream and then eventually onto deeper conversations, from his latest breakups with his model girlfriends or quiet ramblings with a bottle of wine outside a booming party about the pressures of demanding fathers.

Of course, tongues were wagging anytime you two were seen together - especially when Max had his first time in years being single for months before you had gotten together. You couldn’t deny that you had always thought the older Dutch man was incredibly handsome and funny, always full of interesting facts about niche topics, and you found his intensity and passion for his racing career so attractive, as a high powered professional yourself as a lawyer for a luxury car brand’s executive board. But you had always curbed any growing feelings you had for Max, paranoid that it would compromise the strong friendship you two had developed. Besides, given his affliction for dating vogue models, and his respectful gazes or polite touches compared to the much more flirtier ones from other drivers on the grid, you had never thought max considered you attractive.

But somehow, despite both your busy schedules, despite max being across the globe, you always ended up calling each other first to share sad, happy, or even just boring news. You had never once imagined that after winning his most recent championship the first person he came looking for in his celebrations that night was you, his face flushes from champagne and hugging you tightly, his eyes shining with warmth as he told you he couldn’t have won it without you and suddenly you could no longer deny the rapid palpitations of your heart when you looked up at him. And as he looked at you, thumb gently brushing across your cheeks, warm breaths mingling together as your faces drew closer, he couldn’t deny himself any longer either - Schat, all I’ve been thinking about is what I really wanted for my prize instead of this trophy. Can I kiss you now?

And the rest was history. Fast forward a few months and it’s still so surreal to call Max your boyfriend, you think, as you come back to the present, watching him fondly as he chuckles at the movie. Dating him has been a dream - he’s your first serious relationship, your standards too high to waste time with any of the subpar guys you had gone on first dates with before - and wow, did Max know exactly how to knock all of those standards out of the park. He would always drive and pick you up anywhere you wanted, in his sleek luxury cars that had pedestrians gawping, one large hand on your thigh and asking how your day had been. You had literally stopped taking your wallet out anymore as Max always slammed down his black Amex at any opportunity to pay for you - dinners, trips, jewellery and luxurious shopping sprees - and although the staunch feminist in you had initially disagreed you couldn’t help but feel so cared for, so looked after - knowing all you needed on a night out was one hand around his arm and the other clutching a pretty little Chanel purse he had picked up for you at last month’s race weekend, with a matching Dior lip gloss inside. If you were ever having a hard day at work he would always order your favourite foods straight to your apartment, where he would meet you and bitch and vent alongside you about whichever client had been giving you grief.

And my god, the sex - THE SEX with your man had been absolutely amazing. Considering the difference in your past number of relationships, max was keenly aware that he had a lot more experience than you and was so unbelievably sweet and patient - letting you take all the time you needed to go slow and work up the confidence gradually to ask for what you wanted for him. Your first time together had been incredibly romantic, a night at a private house he had booked out for the week on the Italian coastline. After a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine you found yourself in his lap on the outdoor chaise, soft kisses turning more and more heated, max whispering are you sure, liefje? If you’re not ready-

to which you had cut him off with another deep kiss, pleading for him to make you his once and for all ❤️ His eyes had flickered with a deep intensity at your possessive statement before softening out to adoration again as he gently unlaced your dress and trailed kisses down your body, worshipping you. you’d both cum embarrassingly faster than you’d have liked, high off the feeling of one another, max cleanly finishing inside a condom he threw away before carrying you in his arms to the bedroom inside. Since then, you’d both figured out you had a combined very high sex drive, using every opportunity in your schedules to make love, max never hesitating to always make sure you came first, either on his fingers, tongue or cock. You had the perfect boyfriend. Truly. You couldn’t ask for anything more, yet -

- yet, here you were, feeling like an absolute bitch about the recurrent thoughts that had planted in your mind as you watched max come out of the bathroom freshly showered, getting ready for bed after finishing a gaming stream with his mates following your Shrek 2 viewing. The issue was that your boyfriend - your incredibly hot, sexy, tall Dutch boyfriend - was so stupidly enticing but so oblivious that he has no idea what he did to you. You bit your lip as you looked at him, hair dripping wet, distractingly saying something to you while texting on his phone - but your mind was only fixed on how big and strong Max looked. Your boyfriend was much bigger than you, almost towering over you at 6”1 with your 5”1 frame. His athletic training currently during the season meant he had been looking extra delectable lately, defined abs, thick muscular thighs and a broad shoulder and back that narrowed down to a narrow (or as Lando joked, slutty) waist, highlighted now by the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips that did nothing to hide the sizeable bulge in between his legs. It was undeniable that he was packing, to the point where you had called it his third leg after first seeing him naked, making him laugh but also take even more care everytime he entered you - you were a lot smaller than his previous partners, after all. He always made sure his pace was gentle and slow, avoiding fully entering you too much in worry of causing you pain. Truly, your boyfriend was too sweet - everything he did was to avoid causing your any pain or distress - which is why you felt too embarrassed to ask him directly to be rougher with you when he was simply looking out for your comfort. It has been perfect for you initially, but now you felt more adjusted to his size, and each time you slept together you felt yourself becoming more and more desperate for Max to be just a little bit rougher, a little bit more controlling. What would he think when his usually sweet, happy go lucky girlfriend admitted she actually fantasised about him completely ruining her? So, of course, you being you - an ambitious feminist - have decided to hatch a conniving strategy to seduce your boyfriend into giving it to you just right!! 💕

Starting tonight - you had already planned to spend the night at Max’s, relaxing after the hectic work week you had both had. Often, you wore his comfortable hoodies that dwarfed you and smelt just like him as you cuddled in bed. Instead tonight you wore an angelic pink lace Agent Provocateur nightie, bows and all, pushing your cute tits up on display for him and complimenting your caramel skin perfectly. Enough to drive Max crazy, right? Sitting against the plush pillows, you had been reading one of your steamy dark romance novels - your latest outlet these days while you manifested getting some back breaking sex with Max - but of course had ended up distracted by the sight of your himbo boyfriend emerging from the shower.

-Schat? So what do you think? Max finally looked up from his phone, making you come back to reality and realize you hadn’t been answering his question. Max’s eyes widened seeing your pretty little form on his bed - he had never seen you wear an outfit like that in bed before. He cleared his throat, inconspicuously shifting his stance so you didn’t notice his hard on at the sight of you when you hastily stumbled to reply - Oh sorry maxie, I missed what you were saying, just a bit tired after today

Max immediately came to your side in bed, looking guilty. Of course Schat, sorry, I’m keeping you up with my gaming stream aren’t I? You had such a long week already, we can go straight to bed now. You cursed your own slip up - of course, your sweet Max would put your comfort first over what you were sure looked like mission successful given the rapid hardening of his bulge you had zoned in on.

You try again as Max dims the bedside lamps, taking your book gently away from your hands and setting it to the side. You lean softly in next to him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, tits right up against his hard biceps so that your breasts are basically cushioning his arm right in between them. Your nightie rises up your legs, showcasing your soft, luscious thighs for him. Max smiles lovingly at you, cradling your face before peppering your cheeks with baby kisses. You look so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet to wait for me before falling asleep, mein Schat.

You lean in further, lips pouting in an effort your boyfriend would finally catch the hint but instead you found yourself gently maneouvered and tucked into his side, his large hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as he placed a final kiss on your forehead. Goodnight, darling. Your eye twitched at his definitive words, perplexed at how your plan had been so unsuccessful, but you sighed and wished goodnight to Max, falling asleep and already plotting for another day.

A couple of weeks later you decided to up the ante. A sexy, bold crimson red lingerie teddy set, practically see through and showcasing your tan nipples through the lace and mesh, and a pathetic excuse of some lacy red panties to match. You smirked as you eyed yourself in the mirror - sure, it was quite a forward look, but you had found yourself becoming increasingly more desperate for your boyfriend’s attentions after attending his Monaco race today. You did your best to attend the races you could but with your own demanding schedule often struggled to make it, so were very excited to support your boyfriend this time - especially as you had been keeping track of how this season was difficult compared to earlier years given the poorer quality of the RB car. Your eyes had widened at seeing the events this weekend - a string of bad luck events. First, his engine had stalled during free practise, making him lose precious practise time, and then a red flag had been called as he was finishing an almost perfect qualifying lap, ruining his chances of pole, and finally during the actual race he was clipped on the side by one of the Aston Martin’s, making him spin out but still incredibly go on to get P2. It was amazing result given everything, but what caught your attention was a side of your boyfriend you had only every heard whispers about emerge on the track. In the past, you had only attended races he had easily won, appearing calm and collected throughout the weekends as he cruised to P1 - easily overpowering everyone else. Today though - Mad Max, his fans excitedly cheered and paddock staff gossiped, Mad Max is finally back!! In his villain era!!

And your Max was indeed seething at everyone - competitors, his strategy team, the stewards for not giving Aston Martin a penalty - and you had listened in on the radio to hear him angrily swear and yell to his engineer, seen him aggressively overtake and defend his place on the track, and finally seen the stormy expression on his face as he emerged out of his car, clearly pissed with narrowed eyes as he stalked off to his driver room without a word, not even sparing a glance at you or anyone else. Sure, you should have felt a little hurt that he hadn’t noticed you or seen the perfectly planned designer outfit you had arrived wearing, sending the paparazzi into a flurry, but you completely understood that his career was first on the line today and he needed some time to cool off. And honestly, instead of feeling bad for Max - the sick, twisted part of you couldn’t deny that he had looked sooo sexy completely dominating on the track, authoritatively giving orders over the radio and confidently outmanoeuvring his rivals. You had to catch yourself from biting your lip or squeezing your legs together as his rough accented tones got more and more angry throughout the race over your headphones, imaging what it would be like to be pinned down by his strong arms, to have him lean down behind you and whisper naughty things in your ear, to ask if you liked being a dirty little-

“Oh! Y/N! Can we get a quick word?” The sky sports reporters interruption hastily put an end to the illicit thoughts you had been having. Quickly trying to school your expression into something much more PR friendly, you flashed a dazzling smile, “Of course!”. As expected they tried to rile responses out of you to condemn Max’s aggressive performance. But you had stood for none of it, honestly and clearly stating that your boyfriend had driven very capably and fairly given the circumstances and you were extremely impressed with his performance. “He’s a triple world champion after all. Did you just expect him to roll over and not defend his title? If you don’t agree with it then no need to watch it. At the end of the day he’s the one driving the car over the finish line while everyone else is speculating hypotheticals.” The reporters thank you for your input, stumbling for words at your strong defence of your boyfriend. You wandered off before they could say more, catching up with Max a couple hours later when he had debriefed and collected his trophy, looking a lot more chilled out than earlier.

Hey, Schatje he mumbled gently, leaning down to kiss you on the lips after pulling you from a conversation with the other WAGs. Max! you had exclaimed brightly, congratulating him on his win and letting him know just how proud you were of him. You knew he would be tired - we could go to the red bull celebration yacht party for 30min, show our faces, and then play hooky back to ours? I already put in a dinner order for your favourite lamb kebabs.

Max smiled down at you - you knew him so well, always knew what to say and when he wanted to relax. Sounds amazing, Schat he voiced in agreement. Later, after eating dinner at home, Lando sent him a trending insta reel with the caption “Mate, she’s too good to you, you bagged a queen.” Max grinned, expecting some fanmade memes about you and him as he clicked the link (he has seen all the Queen Y/N and he’s just…Ken Max tweets already. You were a well liked figure on the paddock for years with your well mannered speech, excellent dress style and courteous relationships with most of the staff.)

He was suprised to instead see an interview post race of you defending him staunchly, shutting down any opportunity the reporters used to manipulate your words. He walked into his bedroom to find you conveniently waiting for him in bed again, nose buried in one of your romance models, and started laughing at how effective you were at putting the media clowns in their place. Thanks for sticking up for me always, liefje. You smiled back at him with pure adoration - of course Maxie, that’s the advantage of dating a lawyer, right?

He agreed enthusiastically, so caught up on now yapping about the race as he climbed into bed with you that he didn’t even notice the sexy little outfit you had planned just for him, covering you up with his soft duvet before you could properly twirl around and showcase it for him. Your eye twitched again as he yawned in between statements, grabbing your waist and bringing your back in against him, spooning you while his voice gently trailed off, falling asleep.

Meanwhile, your mind was running at 100 miles a minute, a scowl on your face. This was ridiculous, you had gotten all dressed up in an overpriced beautiful outfit just for your boyfriend to get distracted by a 3min interview you had done with an asshole reporter and then fall asleep instead of ravaging you?? You had tonight would be the perfect night, for you to be the one to support him for once, be the perfect outlet for his stress, to use you and manipulate your body for his own pleasure…heat pooled in your gut at your dark thoughts, and you grow wetter between your legs at the mental image of max having his way with you. Maybe it still wasn’t too late. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes, pretending to drift into sleep but moving your plump, barely covered ass behind you to gently grind up on your boyfriend’s cock, which was now rapidly hardening with your practised movements. You sensed Max had awakened when you felt his arms tighten around you, keeping you still in an effort to stop you from exciting him to much while you were still asleep and he couldn’t act on it.

Mmmhmm, maxie, feels so good~ you moaned, still keeping up the facade of having a wet dream, breathing getting heavier and pushing your tits against the edges of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. You felt him exhale sharply as he came into contact with your hardened nipples, a smirk on your face. Your grinding had managed to push the duvet partially off, exposing your red lingerie in the moonlight - surely this would be enough to drive any man crazy!!

You heard him sigh behind you, shifting slightly and inadvertently pushing his cock against your skimpy underwear as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck - and you had to hold back a squeal with how hard and big he felt against you, this was it, he was finally going to give in and fuck you awake while he thought you were having a wet dream, he could slide it right in, you were ready for it, for him, you were soo wet already just from imagining it, this was so hot-

Your fantasies are quickly shut down as max easily used his strength to turn you around so your face was buried into his chest again, your ass now devastatingly much too far away to get any action, and began rubbing your shoulders soothingly to get you to fall into a deep sleep again. You almost combusted at the action before deflating and accepting defeat once more. Your kind boyfriend of course would never toe the line of having sex with you in a dubious way were you were asleep. You wanted - no needed, to bring Mad Max out in your bedroom, and you were determined to do whatever it took.

Over the next few weeks you threw countless strategies Max’s way. Leaving your dirty romance books out in plain view, sometimes even opened up to a page right in the middle of a jaw dropping sex scene. Lacier and lacier bralettes and panties left everywhere to prompt him. “Accidentally” deleting his best SIM race time record on his rig. But nothing seemed to be working - max diligently tidyed up the stray underwear, reshelved the books, and generously forgave you for the SIM error before setting a new record later that night instead of fucking you angrily like you had planned. You got more frustrated as both your work schedules became busier, leaving you less time to connect with him. Fuck, last weekend - last weekend you had even thrown out all your boxes of condoms before jumping into Max’s arms when he had come home, laughing and eager to see you. One thing let to another and he was as eager to be inside you as you were to have him inside you, voicing It’s been too long Schat, I’ve missed your sweet body so much, so beautiful for me in between kisses as he reached for the bedstand drawer to grab a condom - only to find it empty. You pretended to have a confused look on your face (truly, you deserved an Oscar for your performance this past month) before oh so innocently suggesting Maxie, we- we don’t have to use one if you don’t want, I’m on the pill -

And there it was - a brief darkening of your boyfriends’ normally loving ice blue eyes, his sharp gaze on you at your suggestion of doing it raw for the first time - before he schooled his features back to normal and gave you a sweet kiss, It’s okay Schat, you’re too sweet, you don’t deserve to feel uncomfortable for my sake, I’ll just grab some from the corner store, da? He was off you before you could protest, promising he would be back soon as you blinked away tears of frustration and denial that yet again your plan had failed. When he finally entered you later that night, ever so gently, condom and all, you closed your eyes tight and imagined how each vein and ridge of his thick cock might feel when fully buried inside you to the hilt, if that goddamn condom broke, if he spilled all of his thick, creamy cum inside you, so much that it spurted out the sides, leaking everywhere, claiming you as his and no one else’s, making such a filthy, filthy mess-

- you came harder than you had the whole month, burying your face in Max’s shoulder to contain the scream that threatened to spill out. You sighed as you came down from your high. Fuck, you needed a drink.

—————————————————————————

A/N: Follow along for Part 2 of this 3 part series to see if dear reader will finally manage to uncockblock herself and release Mad Max!! 😚😚

[jensengirl83]

Unexpected Arrival

Dean x reader

Word Count-3490

Warnings- SMUT, fluff, language, sub!Dean

Summary- Dean thinks Y/N will be gone for a few more days on a hunt. What will she find when she comes back early to surprise him?

A/N- This fills the square "What happened to your hair?" for @jacklesversebingo. Also, a big thank you to my amazing beta @pink-sparkly-witch. Thank you for the encouragement and great feedback on my fics.

This has been on my Patreon for a few weeks. If you'd like to join and get access to my ficus weeks before they come to Tumblr, you can join my Patreon here. I have multiple tiers with different perks starting at $3 a month!

Y/N was exhausted. She’d been on a hunt for over a week that should’ve taken three days. All she wanted now was to get back to the bunker, back to Dean. It had been one of the few times they had hunted separately, and she’d missed him terribly. He and Sam had been out on their own hunt because she had wanted to take a slight break, but that changed when another hunter called, needing help to eliminate a werewolf pack. So, that’s why she was now tired, frustrated, and wanting nothing more than a hot shower and cuddling with her boyfriend. 

The closer Y/N got to the bunker, the more her tension seemed to ebb away. As the miles raced away under her tires, she couldn’t help but smile a little. Just the thought of getting closer to Dean with every minute that passed helped with her frustration of being gone so long. He thought she would be gone a few more days, but luckily, she and her partner had found the pack and decimated it quicker than anticipated. She’d thought about calling and letting him know she was returning but decided to surprise him instead. 

Finally, the bunker was in her sights. She sighed in relief as she made her way to the garage, parked her car, and got out, stretching her sore and aching muscles. She threw her duffle over her shoulder and began the trek to the war room, hoping that Dean would be there, wanting to see the surprise on his face when she walked in. But, as she took her first steps into the room, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Sam stood there, his own duffle slung over his shoulder. 

“Hey, Sam,” she greeted, “Are you heading out?” 

“Hey, Y/N,” he returned her greeting, “Yeah, Jody needs help with a vamp’s nest.” 

“Don’t you ever take a break? How long have you guys been back, anyway?” 

“We got back a couple of days ago. I’ve had time to rest,” he chuckled at her worry. She was always making sure they were taken care of. 

“Okay, just please be careful, and let us know how it’s going. Do you know where Dean is?”  

“He said something about going to watch a movie and relax. He’s been looking forward to you coming home. You know how Dean is; he won’t outwardly say it, but he really missed you,” Sam smiled, patting her on the shoulder as he walked past, heading for the garage. 

“I missed him. That’s why I didn’t call. I wanted to surprise him,” she exclaimed gleefully. The thought of his excitement at seeing her made her stomach swim with butterflies. 

“He’ll definitely be surprised. I’ll see you when I get back. It shouldn’t be more than a few days.” 

“Be safe,” she told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he left, leaving her alone in the war room. 

Once Sam was gone, she threw her things on the war room table, stretching her muscles again before she started her journey down the hall to her and Dean’s shared room. The excitement of knowing they had the bunker to themselves for a few days put a pep in her step. She was going to try to convince Dean to take this time to spend it together. No hunts, no outside distractions. Just the two of them lounging around, watching movies, spending long overdue quality time together. It wasn’t often that they were the only ones home. Sam was rarely not there with them or in the front seat of the Impala on their hunts. So, she wanted to take full advantage of the time they could have together the next few days. 

As she got closer to their room, the thoughts of everything they could do while alone made her want to giggle like a little girl. She loved that green-eyed hunter down the hall more than she could ever describe. It had taken a while, but she finally managed to get him to fully let her in and open up to her in ways that he hadn’t with anyone else, which made her love for him grow exponentially. But all thoughts ceased as she got to their doorway. The sound of a grunt coming from the cracked door made her stop in her tracks. Was he okay? Was he in pain? She rushed the last few steps to the room, peeking in, but what she saw froze her in her spot. Dean was lying in their bed, hand under the sheets, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

“Yes, Y/N, God, it feels so good,” he groaned, his hand visibly stroking his hard length. 

She couldn’t help but stare, the sight making her weak in the knees and that familiar heat growing between her legs. The sound of a woman moaning brought her back to the present. For a split second, her heart dropped, but then she realized it was coming from the porn he was watching. Her eyes broke from Dean to the screen, and what she witnessed gave her an idea. 

“So, how much does it turn you on to watch her be in control?” she questioned seductively, announcing her presence and making Dean jump in surprise. 

“Y/N! I-I, uh, how long have you been back?” he stuttered, quickly moving his hand away, flustered that he had been caught. 

“Long enough to see that you’re having a pretty good time there, handsome,” she quipped, turning her eyes back to the screen where the woman was clearly dominating her partner, “But you didn’t answer my question. How turned on are you to see a woman being dominant?” 

“I, well, uh,” he continued to stumble through his words as he reached for the remote control to turn off the movie.

“Uh uh. Leave it on,” she demanded authoritatively, slowly stripping off her flannel as she moved closer to the bed. She watched as he quivered at her tone. “Now, answer me.” 

“It turns me on,” he mumbled quickly, barely audible. 

“Oh, come on,” she chastised, now down to her underwear as she stood beside the bed, “You can do better than that.” 

“Fine, it really turns me on,” he said sheepishly, eyes cast down, not wanting to see her expression at his admission. 

She smirked, her tiredness ebbing away and turning into a burning desire for the man sitting before her. If that turned him on, she would give him something he’d never forget. But she had to make sure it was something he wanted. They’d always been good about trying new things, but only if both were up for it. So, placing her fingers under his chin, tilting his face to look at her, she smiled down at him. 

“You want me to do it? Want me to dominate you?” 

“Are you serious?” he asked, his cock twitching at the thought that one of his secret fantasies may be coming to life. 

She grabbed his face between her fingers a little roughly, pulling his face closer to hers as she leaned down to look into his eyes, “Do I look like I’m joking?” 

Before she knew what was happening, he had her pulled down into his lap, his mouth covering hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue swiping against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She let him run the show for a minute, but when she felt him start grinding his hips up against hers, she pulled away, making him whine. 

“Now, here’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to listen to what I tell you, and if you disobey, I stop, understand?” she stated, watching his pupils dilate, almost completely taking over the emerald green of his eyes. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Yes, what?” she asked, grabbing his hair, tugging harshly, his body shaking with want. 

“Yes, ma’am!” he exclaimed excitedly. She was going to ruin him, and he was all for it. 

“Good. Now, you can touch me only when I say you can, and you cannot touch yourself at all. Are you sure you want this?” she asked one more time, ensuring he really wanted this. 

“Yes, I want it. Y/N, I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” he smiled up at her. She always worried about him and his well-being. That’s one of the many reasons he loved her. 

“Alright. Then get ready to have your mind blown, big boy,” she winked, slowly beginning to grind down against him, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips. 

“What did I just say about touching,” she scolded, moving off his lap and standing beside the bed.

“I’m sorry! It’s just instinct! I won’t do it again!” he almost begged. He wanted, no needed, to feel her against him again. 

“Dean…I have to punish you for that. Maybe you’ll learn to listen.” 

“No, please, baby. I need to feel you. God, I’ve missed feeling you,” he whined, reaching out to touch her but remembering and pulling his hand back, dropping it in his lap. 

“Shh, babe. You’ll feel me, just not right now. Now, scoot up,” she motioned for him to move so she could sit behind him on the bed as she removed the rest of her clothes. He obliged, but not without a pout. 

“Ahh, are you pouting, Dean? Good boys don’t pout. Don’t you want to be a good boy and get the rewards they get?” she whispered in his ear as she ran her hands down his arms, moving over to his abdomen, making his muscles tense and then release. 

“Yes, God. I’ll be good,” he grunted as she scraped her nails up and down his stomach. 

“That’s what I want to hear. Now, lean back,” she instructed him to lean his body back against hers, his head on her shoulder as her hands continued to roam. 

“Baby…” he began to utter his pleas, but she moved her finger up to his mouth to quiet him. 

“You hear that? Do you hear the sounds she’s making? Does that turn you on, Dean? Will you let me use you to make myself feel that good, huh? Let me ride you until I come so hard, squeeze around you so tight,” she whispered in his ear, nudging his head to look at the movie, his breath hitching in his throat as her hands moved all around where he wanted her to touch him. It was tortuous, but he couldn’t deny that he was turned on more than he had been in a long time. The thought of her using him to get her pleasure made him hard as a rock. He couldn’t contain the loud moan that escaped him. 

“That’s it. Let me hear you, babe. Such a good boy for me,” she cooed, feeling his body shiver with need. It made her want him even more, her body reacting. She ground herself against his backside, needing friction. “You feel how wet I am, Dean? Damn, I can’t wait to feel you inside me, filling me up so good, filling me up the way only your big cock can.”

“Y/N, baby, please! I can’t take anymore. I need you so bad. Please, please…” he began to beg, the need to feel her wrapped around him, controlling all his senses. 

“Already begging? Does my good boy need me, need to come for me?” 

“Yes! I need you so bad. I’ve missed you and how you feel. Please, baby,” he pleaded, fists clenching the sheets beside him, her hands still teasing him, “I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me!”

She smirked at his desperation. What she wasn’t going to admit was that seeing him that turned on and begging for her was slowly chipping away at her restraint. Being away from him and not feeling him for over a week made her body thrum with the need for him, too. She slid from behind him and motioned for him to scoot back against the headboard. Once he was positioned where she wanted him, she climbed back into his lap. 

“I’m going to give you what you want, Dean, but remember, hands to yourself until I say otherwise. Got it?” she made sure the rules were clear as she slowly ground herself against him, his tip catching her swollen clit, bringing low moans out of her. 

“No touching, got it. Just please, sweetheart, stop teasing me and let me feel you,” he groaned as the feeling of her pussy, warm and slick, grinding against him slowly drove him insane. 

“That’s not how this works. You wanted me to dominate you, right? That means you get what I give you when I want to give it. Understand?” she said, pulling his hair, causing his head to tilt back to look up at her. 

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what, Dean?” she smirked as she rolled her hips again and watched his eyes roll back. 

“Yes, ma’am! God, Y/N, you’re killing me…” 

“Oh, but what a pleasurable death it will be,” she moaned in his ear as she lifted herself, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance, dropping down to take all of him in one motion. 

Dean couldn’t stop the scream that tore from his throat as he felt her heat surround him suddenly. He had to twist the sheets tighter in his grip to prevent his hands from grabbing her hips, making her bounce on him fast and hard, but he had asked her to dominate him, so he had to follow the rules, even though he thought it might be the death of him. 

Dean shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was taking all his willpower not to finish before her. He had never been dominated like this before, and he loved it. The feeling of her tight pussy taking him to the hilt, and the sexy moans leaving her as she chased her end, were driving him mad. He wanted to grab her hips and help her move against him, but he knew he couldn’t. 

Y/N watched Dean’s eyes flutter shut, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets, his teeth indenting his bottom lip as he sucked into his mouth, trying to contain the many noises that wanted to bubble up and out of him, but she wasn’t having that. She pulled his lip from his teeth with her thumb, his eyes shooting open from the contact as she began to grind slowly in his lap. 

“No, Dean. No keeping quiet. Let me hear all those beautifully sinful noises I plan to draw out of you,” she told him as she began to move faster, the sexiest whimper she’d ever heard leaving past his lips, “Yes, that’s it, that’s my good boy. I’ll have you screaming my name before I’m done.” 

“God, Y/N…y-you feel so damn good. R-riding me so fucking good. Please, let me touch you. I need to touch you,” he begged, the restraint of not touching starting to become too much. 

“Does my good boy want to touch me?” she felt his whole body shudder at the praise, making her smile. Had she known that praising him would get that kind of reaction, she would’ve done it much sooner, “Okay, Dean. Since you’ve been good, you can touch me.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, his hands were on her hips, his grip almost bruising, his hips meeting hers as he pulled her up and down on him. She ran her hands into his hair, grasping it in handfuls as she continued to ride him hard, making him moan loudly. The sounds he was making made her clench around him, which, in turn, made him moan loudly again. It was a cycle that was quickly driving them both towards their ends. 

“Sweetheart, you gotta hurry. I can’t hold it much longer,” he growled through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck protruding out in his effort to hold back. 

“Be a good boy and make me come, then,” she demanded, her legs starting to shake with the exertion. 

Dean reached down between them, rubbing her clit in harsh circles as he thrust up into her as hard as he could. He knew she was getting close as he felt her begin to flutter and clench around him even more. A few more circles on her nub, and she was gone, falling over the edge, screaming his name as one of the most intense orgasms she ever had rushed through her. He grabbed her hips, pistoning up at a faster pace for a few seconds before her orgasm triggered his. He stilled deep within her, shouting her name as he shook all over, filling her up.

She collapsed against his chest, his hands instinctively running up and down her back slowly. They sat there silently, trying to catch their breaths for a few minutes before Y/N giggled. The motion of her body moving made him hiss. His softening length was sensitive from one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had. Y/N sat up abruptly, making him groan. 

“Oh, God. Did I hurt you?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry. 

“No, sweetheart, I’m fine,” he chuckled, “I’m just a little sensitive, and when you started to laugh, it made you move on him. And I do believe he’s down for the count for a while.” 

“Are you saying that little Dean isn’t up for playing anymore?” she laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“One, don’t call him that, and two, yes, he’s done for the night. Sweetheart, you damn near killed me,” he groaned as she started to wiggle in his lap, teasing him. He helped her move from his lap to sit beside him on the bed. 

“So, I take it that means you enjoyed it?” 

“Enjoyed it? Y/N, baby, that was indescribable. I’m just sorry I didn’t ask for that sooner.” 

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she stood from the bed and curtsied, causing Dean to burst out in full-body laughter. 

“You’re something else, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling her closer and kissing her hard, “Now, how about we talk about the roles being reversed sometime?”

“You want to dominate me?” she asked, putting her finger on her chin like she was contemplating, “I do believe that’d be fun.” 

“Then we’ll have to make plans for that, but first, I’m fucking starving. Let’s go to the kitchen, make us a snack, and then we come back here and watch a movie.” 

“Another movie?” she questioned with a smirk, gesturing to the TV where the porn was still playing. 

“Damn it, woman. A real movie, not the sexy kind,” he huffed, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before slapping her on the ass, “Now, about that snack?” 

She laughed as they threw on their pajamas and made their way down the hall toward the kitchen. As they got closer, a sound made them freeze. Dean motioned for her to get behind him as they tiptoed around the corner, their bodies relaxing when they saw it was just Sam. 

“Hey guys, Jody called as I was about thirty minutes from here and told me they had taken care of the nest, so I didn’t have to go after all." He was explaining why he was there when he stopped and stared, “What happened to your hair? You look like Sonic the Hedgehog.” 

Y/N couldn’t contain the fits of laughter. She was doubled over, holding her sides as Dean looked on with his best bitchface. Her hands pulling on his hair had made it stick up in all different directions. Sam spoke again as she finally started calming down, sending her into another fit of giggles. 

“You know what, I don’t want to know. From the looks of you both, I know why, and now I wish I could bleach the image from my mind.” 

“Well, Sammy,” Dean smirked, pulling Y/N to his side, “What can I tell you? I aim to please.” 

“Excuse me. Who was doing the pleasing this time?” Y/N grinned, poking Dean in the chest. 

“Oh, God. I’m going to my room. I don’t want to hear this!” Sam groaned, leaving the kitchen. 

“Be glad you weren’t here thirty minutes ago, or you’d have heard plenty!” Y/N shouted at his retreating form as she and Dean started cackling. 

Sam groaned again as he walked away. A thought crossed his mind as he heard them continue to laugh as he made it further down the hallway.

“If I didn’t love them, I’d go back in there and stab them to death,” he mumbled to himself as he walked into his room and slammed the door, hoping he wouldn’t hear anything else from them the rest of the night. 

@flamencodiva​ @foxyjwls007​ @emoryhemsworth​ ​​ @valsworldofcreativity​​ @hardcoresupernaturalfans​​

@msmarvelouswinchester​​ @lyarr24​​ ​​ @ellewritesfix05​​ @defenderrosetyler​​

@hobby27​​ ​​ ​​ @supernatural-love14 @vicmc624​​ @squirrelnotsam​​ @tatted-trina6 ​​ @xhannahbananax03​​ @coffeebooksandfandom​​ ​ @deans-baby-momma​​ @lovelyrocker​​ @fablesrose

​​ @maralisa124​​ @wayward-dreamer​​ @aimee-ginge​​ ​​ @donnaintx @screechingartisancashbailiff​​

@itsdesiree86 @kyjey​​ @roxytheimmortal​​ @briagallen​​ @aubageddon91​​

@stoneyggirl2​​ @kitkatd7 ​​ @brilovesdeanwinchester​​ @allonsy-yesiwill @krazykelly​​

@440mxs-wife​​ @rebelemilu​​ @sarahbaker2010​​ @tyferbebe​​ @metalfangirl​

@redbarn1995​​ @thoughts-and-funnies​​ @izzathequeen​​ @heavensangel45135​​ @entersand-man ​

@supraveng​​ ​​ @hintsofhoney @bobbie3939​​ @waynes-multiverse​​​ @katelyn--renee​​

@thinkinghardhardlythinking​​ @makeadealwithdean @deandreamer​​ @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​​ @pink-sparkly-witch​​

@samsgirl93​​ ​ @maliburenee @thelastpyle​​ @nancymcl @marvelouslyme96​​

@muhahaha303 @maggiegirl17​ @slamminmine @ladysparkles78 @deanwinchestersgirl27 ​

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Show Me How ❞

Deucalion x werewolf!male!reader | nsfw, smut, the beginnings are a bit more horror-themed (body horror for r! turning into a werewolf) | sub. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 6k | not proofread

warnings: r! gets a panic attack, short description of vomiting, piquerism, handjobs, impact play, s*xual rewards, s*xual punishments, degradation, overstimulation, edging

req: Just hear me out on Deucalion the man's a whole dilf like cmon okay okay like y/n (amab pls) is a new werewolf like he just recently got bitten, and he was a complete dumbass, like he was freaked out the whole time n Deucalion ended up finding him in some random cave covered in blood (not his own though) he decided to help him out with learning how to control things and stuff being all strict and stuff, Deucalion would give him like rewards when he does things right, like maybe a good hand job or something n when he would mess up he would like punish him like omg what if he hits him with his cane or sum or the little blade he has on the end of it oh and like a bit of degrading maybe or overstim or edging.

part 2

A freshly turned wolf was a beast not many could take down. Many hunters, from mighty families such as the Argents, had lost a barrage of their kin to these wild beasts.

Fuelled with the Moon’s anguish and shame; these ' puppies ' cut down any who dares assault their senses with their scent or heartbeat. That being said, Deucalion wasn't surprised when news of a group of hunters decimated by a newly turned wolf reached his ears. The hunters weren't even a worthy threat to him, he had half a mind to let Ennis deal with it with as much glee as he wished. He was, however, intrigued at the prowess and potential this rogue wolf showed. Kali's claws ticked against the cracked linoleum and dirt floor whilst Ennis' nose took a lungful of the scent of fear and desperation. "He was alone, completely alone," Ennis sounded impressed.

"These hunters were young, cocky," Kali retorts with no natural edge in her voice.

"It isn't much to marvel at". Deucalion huffs through his nose and taps his cane. He emerges from the shadows of the abandoned warehouse.

"Kali, don't be so critical, it's not every day you turn into a werewolf". He tilts his head as the metallic tang of blood further invades his nostrils.

Deucalion could taste the viscous liquid in his mouth.

"He took out 14 trained hunters. Young or not, it's not often a puppy so vicious is placed on our laps. There is potential," Deucalion's nose points to the still-hot-edged hole in the corrugated tin wall. Blood stained the razor edges with pieces of what used to be a sweater danced listlessly in the night breeze. "Let's give the poor boy our thanks," Deucalion says. Ennis grins with his bottom canine and pokes his upper lip. Kali makes her way out from the clawed-out hole-in-the-wall and towards the forest it frames. A growl rumbles in Ennis' throat but as quick as it came it was gone and he bounds towards the woods as well.

Deucalion wraps his hands around the top of his cane, shoulders adjusting themselves as he feels the bones in his face shift to make way for a more monstrous visage. That was of less importance, the way his neck thickens with muscles was what he had aimed for.

The beast of an alpha unhinges his jaw and throws his head back to release a bloodcurdling song and his generals turn it into a symphony of horror.

The wood creatures scurry. Those without wings find themselves burrowing into the ground or hiding in the hollows of trees. One, however, stayed frozen in his stone fortress.

With your arms wrapped tightly around your legs and your head between your knees, you stayed rigid despite the howling that reaches your pointed ears. Your mouth was agape and drool was dripping down but your fangs were uncomfortably piercing your upper lips every time you attempted to close them.

It was a pathetic sight but no one was here to see your shame except for that dead coyote that lay inches away from your feet and — Oh, god, you were going to throw up.

The sound continues to echo and you clasp your hands over your ears. Your claws dig into your scalp as you squeeze your eyes tightly. Somewhere inside of you, something thrashes violently at the rope you call self-restraint.

It’s compelled to follow the call. It knows there’s safety in numbers but it's so primal you feel as though it’s something akin to a caveman more than anything poetic.

A moronic impulse just to survive. To find more like you but that was just the blood lust talking to you, of that you were certain.

You were a danger to people. You could never rejoin society. You were a monster.

‘They deserved it,’ something growls into your ear. You swear you can feel its breath and the stench of gore and blood that burns your cheek. The claws dig deeper into your head as your heartbeat quickens.

‘They wanted to hurt us, kill us, we returned the favour’. You think you're ultimately losing it at this point. Perhaps in some feeble attempt to grasp this batshit insane scenario of you gaining some supernatural ability to kill 14 people — and a coyote — your brain has fragmented to cope.

Beads of red soak your hair and traverse the slopes and planes of your head to your neck. It further soaks your ripped sweater, and the weight of it makes your skin crawl. The tip of your curved claws floats just inches from your skull. Then, bile rises to your throat and your body swings forward in a tumultuous motion. Knees banging onto the floor and palms ripping open on the jagged earth; your mouth burns as lunch reintroduces itself.

Your chin was already soaked from saliva and hastily wiped away gore so, at this point, the coyote was looking better than you and it was mauled to death. The howling reaches your ears again. Your head hangs, eyes burning viciously as the beast within you digs its teeth into your shoulder. Its mouth fills with blood as it laughs. It's a sickening sound that muffles your hearing. It was far too proud to admit it's drowning in your blood as it cackled. A reflection of you, yes? That's Kali's initial thoughts when she finds you. Too lost in your own world to even notice her shadow as it casts over you. This was the "beast" that ripped apart those hunters? On his hands and knees with his own vomit inches away. She wasn't convinced. Then, a shadow consumes hers. She turns her shoulders away and her ruby eyes veil themselves as Deucalion passes her. Ennis is further away from the mouth of the cave, senses sharpening to ensure that they are uninterrupted. Deucalion's shoes come into your peripheral. Your eyes zero in on the scratches on the leather, the creases where he'd bend them. They smell worn but not old enough to indicate he was someone who took care of his things so meticulously. He wasn't careless or crass though he was no gentleman either. The tip of his cane is capped with red. The plastic itches your skin as it trails up the bulging veins of your neck. The sting of metal causes your nose to twitch but the man before you, his presence is so heavy your thighs give out.

A sense of mirth fills him as you settle on your calves, head so obediently balancing on his cane as if entranced by the sight of him. The truth is, it's his scent that makes your heart calm. His and the other two Alphas but mostly his. That hindbrain personality of yours wants nothing more than to show off your stomach.

It knows the safety these alphas can provide and the dangers if they choose to reject you. "Rough night?" He jests with no expectations of laughter. Deucalion's cane meets the ground and your head lolls forward. "I must say, you don’t look like someone who's capable of such carnage. A lot to, stomach in?”

Your brows furrow and you lick your lips for a moment to open your mouth but freeze as you realise your teeth are no longer so sharp it cuts your tongue or gums. Running your tongue over your teeth, however, elicits a more visceral disgust as you find bits of fur and blood so no answer comes from you.

The Alpha — how you know his title is a mystery to yourself — tilts his head in the direction of the coyote.

“Such brutality. Surely, it didn’t mean to offend you,” Kali fails to suppress the tugs of a smile. She’s quite an intimidating figure as she stands at the mouth of the cave with her red eyes and dark hair.

“. . .It. . .” Deucalion faces you, silent.

A gulp, a breath, then an answer from your dyed lips: “It growled. . .at me”.

There’s a beat of silence, the forest does not extend its courtesy to fill it with ambience. Deucalion breathes sharply through his nose, a huff of laughter that makes Kali’s unimpressed gaze turn indignant.

“It challenged you and you rose to the occasion.”

You would argue it was just scared of a monster trying to crawl into its cave but this man flashes his teeth in a smile and the words die in your throat.

“Deucalion,” Kali whispers urgently.

“He’s an Omega. A Rouge — He didn’t raise to any occasion,” Deucalion squares his shoulders and the way the black shirt hugs him calls for your attention.

His shoulders are broad, chest firm and studiously presented with his perfect posture. Everything about his torso seemed unjustly perfect and your fingers twitch to feel every curve and bulge of muscles he is clearly packing.

“He has potential. Any newly turned wolf can maul a coyote, perhaps a camper or two, but to successfully decimate an entire group of hunters? That takes more than luck, dearest Kali, that? That takes talent”.

Your breath hitches as the shoes within your peripheral crease. Deucalion’s crouching, you wonder if he has a short Achilles tendon but all thoughts fly out of your brain as he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He pulls and pulls until your neck and shoulders are arched, teeth-gritting and eyes stinging at the strength he is casually displaying.

“Some new blood will do wonders for our pack. I have plans for this”

He leans in and you hold your breath as his breath spreads over your throat. Something in his chest rumbles, the display is forced but he knows you would have just as easily obeyed if asked. This was an excuse to show you his prowess — and to touch you.

“. . .precious puppy".

It seemed a mystery to you. One moment you were kneeling at his feet in a cave and now you were watching him folding his jacket over the chair. It had been exactly 3 months since they found you and took you in as the only Beta of the pack. Deucalion whispers that he has a plan for you but Kali seems unconvinced at the entire plot. Though, as unwilling as she was, Kali trained you with Ennis without fail. "Deucalion's orders", Ennis answered after you had completed a particularly gruelling endurance test. You force your arms to wipe the sweat off your brow, stretching out your legs in front of you as Ennis tosses a towel your way. "But. . .what am I training for?" Kali rolls her eyes, her pin-straight hair impeccably swaying with every shake of her head. Seriously, she looked like she belonged in a shampoo commercial.

"A test. Deucalion will test you, he says. Don't ask why", Kali wonders about it herself. What happened to the ' All Alpha ' pack that Deucalion boasted about? Weakening the link now seemed unreasonable. There was nothing special about you, Kali's eyes convey those very words despite her mouth not once parting. Judging by Ennis' shrug when you gave him a questioning look, it seemed as though this was something even his generals of pain had no inkling of. That conversation was 2-days ago. Today, a random breezy Wednesday of all days, he had called for you into his office. His room was dark. Ennis' lessons about using your newfound heightened senses came in handy. The icy blues of your eyes dart here and there in an attempt to spot Deucalion. How strange, where could he hide? There was a desk across the door and a few shelving cabinets behind that. A few rugs and some office chairs where office chairs are usually found.

Seriously, a man of his stature should not be able to hide so well. A whizzing sound reaches your ears too late and then a sharp sting is felt on your leg. Hissing, you turn frantically to find the source. Your cut was already healing but the surprise of it left you more startled than you'd like to be. "Even with eyes, people can still be so blind", Deucalion's voice calls from behind you. Spinning, you try to put him in your sights but he's already moving into the darker shadows. "(Y/N), I expected better from you." He's observing the edge of his blade. The scent of you fills invades his senses and Deucalion turns his back towards you to gently place his cane atop his desk. "I . . . I need to work on it, I know", your words lack conviction. Like you're unsure of what you're saying. You are. Did it have to be so obvious though? Deucalion motions you forward with a curl of his finger. The sound of your footsteps pauses a few paces from him. So he turns and he can see the rush of blood to your face, the way your heart picks up its pace just fuels his ego and fills his cock. Even with his eyes, the world had never bared more to him than before.

He could no longer gaze at the light dancing on water, watch the sunset paint the skies with its final bow to the world or even gaze at anything people could consider beautiful. But he was stronger for it. A demon wolf like himself; what right did he have gazing at anything remotely beautiful?

Meanwhile, in your corner of the world, the sight of the low v-line cut of his shirt has you gulping thickly. The venom enhanced your biology, that was a given. Ennis tells you about your heightened senses along with your endurance, durability and all that. He even tells you about a wolf's metabolism. How gaining muscles comes easy to werewolves but surely, even without being born as a wolf, Deucalion would still be a goddamn underwear model. His strong arms brace themselves on the edge of the desk and his hips lean backwards. His shoulders raising causes the flesh of his tits to squeeze together. 'Oh Christ', you thought as you avert your eyes. They were right there, practically looking at you first! The jump of your heartbeat prods him to ask; "Is this the reason you struggle to learn your lessons, (Y/N)?"

He can taste your arousal on his tongue. It burns as his lips part into a toothy smile. It's far too charming. Once again, he'd make such a good underwear model it's quite frankly ridiculous.

"Do you what would've happened if my blade was coated with wolfsbane?" Your mouth opens but all that comes out are pathetic ' uhms ' and ' uhs '. Deucalion's smile sours and he pushes himself from the table to instead circle you. Despite his presence being very tangible right now, your stomach twists every time he slinks out of view. He's a true wolf; a hunter in every sense of the word.

Realistically, every footfall should make a noise despite the rug muffling it. Your sensitive ears should hear the gentle crush of fibres below his soles. Nothing. His gait is so eerily ghostlike your ears try to pick up on anything else. A shadow slips on your right and your eyes chase him but that was reprimanded with another stinging. Your yelp makes him reply with a condescending tutting noise. So incredibly British it would be comical if it wasn't so degrading and hot.

The sleeve of your shirt soaks up the blood that manages to thread out from the now-healed cut. "That's twice now you've been cut with wolfsbane", his voice echoes from everywhere and each time you turn to chase another cut forms on your body. It's humiliating. Painful. Tear-inducing. You were being punished like a bad dog. Pain dished out in tiny but venomous lashes that couldn't really hurt you but the aftershocks make your breath turn ragged.

"You killed 14 trained killers that were blooded into their families by the time they were 15 years old. You were enrolled in university" You scoff, twisting your neck and hissing as you were swiped at. The back of your shirt is decorated by the slices just like the back of your jeans and thighs and sides and neck. . .

"I dropped out", you should bite your tongue. Deucalion's dark chuckle earns shivers up your spine but no lashing. "You've the energy to be quip but can't answer a simple question every werewolf knows", your jaw clenches, "I'm new to this!" His cane makes contact with your thighs, the flexible metal meeting flesh and your hand moves faster than your brain can respond. The cane strains between your hand and Deucalion's, a wrench from you and suddenly he steps closer. It seemed as though you were intent on suffocating him with you. The carpet is stained with splatters of your blood and now, your claws dig into your palm as it holds his cane. Defiantly, you meet his gaze. Those pretty lashes that frame your eyes are now buried by your furrowed brows. He can tell your eyes are glowing. The grinding of your fangs as they tear through your gums makes him flash his teeth in a warning.

Those pillowy lips shield that brash display but you still hold your gaze. So defiant, annoyed, humiliated? Deucalion has killed far more talented werewolves for less disrespect. None have ever faced him so crassly. "Is this what they were greeted with?" Your silence lights a fire within him. Pathetic enough you don't even know what wolfsbane does to your kind, but now you dare halt his lessons to stare him down? "A silent killer. A puppy who massacred trained killers by himself left nothing but torn limbs and innards. Is that who is in front of me now? A monster, who doesn't even know what can kill him and what can't. Do you know what people call that?"

Deucalion pulls his cane free from your grasp and in a swift motion points the blade under your jaw. Gasping, your feet pace backwards but Deucalion simply marches forward. Tiny as the blade is, with an arm rippling with supernatural strength even a sharpened stick can be deadly. Perhaps you'd really crossed a line. Ennis and Kali had been ' nice ' to you out of obligation. Deucalion, so far, had simply watched from afar as you trained. You were still so human despite the weeks that have passed. Perhaps the pack hadn't been clear enough with the pecking order. That had to be fixed. If Deucalion's plans were to work, he'd need you to fully understand the gravity of your change.

The edge of his desk digs into your ass and you've half a mind to turn and crawl over it to put more distance. Something tells you turning your back on Deucalion was a death sentence. So you don't. You freeze as the tip of his blade digs into the underside of your chin. "An idiot. A moron. A beast that only functions on impulse. The only thing that separates us from common wolves is the fact that we're smart, eliminating that element means you're nothing more than a common bitch on the side of the streets". His hand slams next to you. You're so close to him that you can see his red eyes through the dark lenses that balance so studiously on his nose bridge. "My pack has no room for mindless, moronic, mutts", Deucalion twists the cane and the grimace on your face does little to soften the snarl that threatens to contort his visage. He can feel the way your flesh desperately tries to heal the wound. Trying to close around his knife and stop the stuttering stream of red that wets his fingers. His nostrils flare. All he can smell is you. On the carpet, on the microscopic canyons of his skin that flood with your crimson. God, the sweat that teases him as it slips down your chest has him feeling as though he is basking under the summer sun. His insides were burning and he retaliated by hitching the blade deeper into you. " Ah! " His knee forces your legs apart and jerks upwards. The feeble attempts at pushing it away are cut short as he forces your neck to stretch further and further away, back bowing and arching into him as your hands scramble to balance yourself. "This gets you hard?"

There was no way to hide. His knee digs into your crotch and you've no way to even muffle the noise that slips out. It's high and whiny, and the stretching of your neck does little to help. Deucalion scoffs at the lack of denial. "Unbelievable", he pretends to sound mad but Deucalion can barely fight back a grin. "Don't tell me the reason you fail to even answer a simple question is because Ennis and Kali don't rub your slutty cock enough?" He doesn't wait to hear a response. Deucalion simply places a hand on your waist and begins moving your hips. It's a bumpy ride and your hips move so mechanically it reminds you of embarrassingly grinding on a pillow to "practice" riding.

It makes you less heated and more reclusive. Deucalion doesn't give in to the resistance you give him and simply applies more strength to move those impressive hips on his leg. "Fuck", you wish the ground would swallow you whole. This was anything but sexy, actually, everything so far has NOT been sexy but fuck why was your dick filling up? Your transformation must have heightened your penchant for pain too because this is ridiculous. Is it because your fear has lessened? Now, a cut won't get infected or need to be tended to thanks to your supernatural healing. Even so, fear was still very much in the equation. Deucalion was one intimidating man and a frightening werewolf. Gazing up at the ceiling you stiffen your hips but Deucalion digs his nails into your skin and you gasp. "Shit!" Deucalion relishes the way your entire body seemed to jerk and twitch. He's especially keen on the way the tent in your jeans strains further.

"Poor puppy, all trapped in those constricting jeans". The breath of relief comes after your head limply hangs as your chin is finally free. Deucalion makes a show of placing his cane right next to you, right within reach if you dared to disrespect him again.

You let your gaze linger on it though something else calls for your attention and somehow, it's not the raging hard-on you have being grinded on. Deucalion's lips crash into yours, and the prickling sensation of his beard has you whimpering. With both hands on you he all but manhandles you down until you're laid on the desk. He bites down on your lower lip meanly, making you gasp and moan as he palms your crotch. "Fuck, fuck", you're more than confused but a part of you is so pleased with this turn of events. Not just because your throat wasn't ripped apart by Deucalion or the fact that you're getting action from a man worthy of being plastered on a Calvin Klein billboard. It's the scent of satisfaction that's coming off of him in waves. The barely there rumbling in his chest sounds like a purr. The big hands that move and puppeteer you. The body that eclipses the ceiling from you. Deucalion is your alpha. The strongest. The deadliest. Fuck, even a devoted priest would drop to their knees in your position. "Wolfsbane is poison", Deucalion might as well give this a go. Even a slut deserves a fair chance at education. Your eyes are fuzzy, barely there, but they sharpen into focus as he undoes your pants. There's no grace in the way he pulls your cock into the open. He grasps your length firmly, bordering on pain judging from your hiss.

"You do know what poison does to someone, yes?" You nod frantically. Those rigid hips suddenly began canting upwards, thrusting up into his fists as Deucalion bared his teeth to your throat. Instinctually, you moan and turn your head to the side. Submitting to your alpha with no verbal command. Seems as though you knew hierarchy after all. "Good boy", his voice dropped octaves and you're desperate in your need for release. There's something heavy in the air, burning delicious of bergamot and pine. Curls of wood shavings appear as your claws dig into the desk. "Aconit Napel Bleu Nordique, it's a favourite of hunters", Deucalion's voice silences the noises around you. He's effectively made so you only see, hear, smell and feel him. His thumb presses on your wet slit and you curse, unable to move as he continues to mottle your neck with his fangs. "Focus, you're obviously in need of extra help in the learning department, don't make me go back to before", your eyes split open and the cane next to you seems to mock you as it shimmers wetly with your blood. "Puh - poison, bad, mfh! Wolfs, wolfsbane", Deucalion would coo but you haven't deserved that just yet. "Tell me the name of it", your confusion is palpable. "Wolfsbane", he pulls away from you. His hands leave your cock twitching on your stomach as he sighs. "The scientific name, puppy. I just said it", he takes his shades off and neatly places it next to his cane. Fuck. You get on your elbows, reeling from the too much pleasure transitioning to not enough pleasure. He's patient as he adjusts his sleeves and spreads your legs. You mistake it as him simply being kind. Big mistake.

A claw traces the underside of your cock. "Name?" "Wuh - Wait! I -", he frowns. The claw is now just under the mushroom head and your heart triples in speed. "(Y/N)". "A - Accut - No, uhm, Accunit Napal Blue Nordic?"

God, Deucalion thinks. He better be glad he's as endearing as he is stupid.

He wraps his fingers around your dick and pumps nice and slow. The sagging of your body on his desk almost makes him feel pity. "Now I know you know the answer to this next question", dread fills you once again but Deucalion rub his palm across your tip and your toes curl. "I heard Kali teach you a lesson on it. The types of wolfsbane. You did wonderfully then and you'll do the same now". That lesson had been damn near 3 weeks ago! It wasn't like they provided lecture slides for you in this pack. You chew on the insides of your cheeks, chest heaving as you try to push the pleasure away to think. Fuck, how could think right now!? How the hell does Deucalion know how to give hand jobs this good!? He squeezes and you squeak at his reminder. "Purple", that was easy and so Deucalion simply loosens his grip. "Blue?" He cocks a brow. "Are you asking me or telling me, puppy?" You take a breath, " M'tellin".

Deucalion begins stroking you at a steady pace. Your precum wets his palm enough but he spits on your dick (with insane accuracy) and the sloppy sensation makes you groan in ecstasy. "Fuck, another one - Nghah! Fuck! Yellow!" "Gooood boy". Deucalion rewards you. His hand must've been crafted by some sort of sex god because the way he has you writhing and moaning is not normal. Deucalion says nothing, simply looking down at you as you let out wanton moans. He's suddenly struck with the want to see you in every detail. His vision is warped and bloodied. More like a tactile vision, beauty is no longer at the forefront. He thought he had accepted it. But now he wants to see it all. The fading bruise on your hips that is shaped like his hands. The hickeys on your neck, the bitemarks, the scratches — even if the only thing left is the shredded threads. He wonders how handsome you look with your face all screwed up in pleasure. Deucalion decides to distract his thoughts with your taste instead. He leans over you, claiming your lips and swallowing the sinful noises. When you cum, it's no surprise that you cum hard. You swear you saw nothing but white and separate from the kiss to call out for him. Deucalion continues jerking you off despite you cringing and attempting to twist away from him. "Uh-ah, you were so good, puppy. You should be rewarded for every correct answer, don't you think so?" "I - I need a second to breathe — !" "Nonsense, I can't possibly be that cruel to you, puppy".

[joecooperzz]

letters and sodas (90s!trey parker x fem!reader)

crossposted from my other account, @partypoisonzz

part one of the fwb-verse series

word count: 5,189

content: porn with plot, friends with benefits, sub!trey, dry humping, marking, praise kink

minors (anyone 17 and under) DNI

---

You stand out in the hallway, a warm paper bag clutched tightly in one hand as you knock with the other. You inhale the scent of the warm French fries, worrying that Trey won't even come to the door. 

Of course, you know that he's in there. He hasn't been anywhere else except for a handful of his classes all week. That isn't to say, however, that he'll answer. Ever since the incident, he's been effectively isolating himself, not seeming to want to see anybody. You can't really blame him for that, — the whole thing is majorly fucked, — but you're worried, for fuck's sake. Lots of people are, whether he thinks so or not.

The few times you've seen him, he was visibly a wreck. Despite looking like he had just rolled out of bed, he was obviously exhausted, his eyes in a perpetual state of puffiness and ringed by dark circles. He didn't seem to be putting any effort into taming his hair or shaving his face, which resulted in him looking sort of homeless. Then there was the fact that his clothes just seemed to be looking looser and looser, which raised your alarm bells more than anything. 

Your concern deepened when Jason paid him a visit earlier on in the week, only to shake his head and sigh when he reported back to the rest of you. 

"Jackass isn't eating anything," he informed you, Matt, and Dian as you scarfed down your respective shitty cafeteria dinners. "He's living off fucking SlimFast. That's all. No wonder he looks like a coke addict all of the sudden." 

Deeply concerned by these new developments, the four of you worked out a plan to keep tabs on him without him immediately chasing you off. You decided that all of you would alternate dropping by his dorm throughout the week, but never together and never with an established plan in place. That way, it wouldn't look rehearsed, — because it wasn't, — and would illustrate your genuine concern in a manner that didn't seem forced… because it wasn't. Each of you would approach the situation using whatever method seemed fit at the moment. 

When you left your final class for the afternoon, you decided that the appropriate method for the day would be to bring him food. The thought of him, holed up in his dorm and depressed, choking down weight loss shake after weight loss shake, made your heart sink. He needed something substantial. Maybe not healthy, but something he could chew and swallow. 

So you went to McDonald's and ordered a couple of combo meals. It wasn't gourmet cuisine, but it was affordable. It was the same junk that you ate together back when things were okay. The image of a bunch of high, giggling college kids piling into a booth and decimating a couple baskets of fries reminded you of simpler times… Those being, the times before Trey walked in on his fiancee in a state of post coital bliss with another guy and consequently started spiraling. 

You ruminated on the reasoning for all of it as you drove back to campus, digging into your bag to angrily chomp on a fry every now and again. As much as imagining him getting married put a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach, you weren't selfish enough to take delight in his current situation. It burned you up, really.

Trey had been the type of boyfriend and fiance that made people envious of Liane, and she fucking cheated on him. If she hadn't gotten caught, she would have kept dragging it out, all the way to the altar. She would have continued after the wedding that was going to empty their pockets, and he would have been none the wiser. Now he was fucking starving himself with graduation fast approaching, and your blood pressure was going through the fucking roof even though it technically wasn't really your problem… And your fries were already gone by the time you pulled into your parking space. Great. 

You're hoping to God that he opens the door before you can start eating his fries. Luckily, not long after this thought crosses your mind, the door swings open, only to reveal an impressively-disheveled Trey. 

He looks from your face to the brown paper bag and back again before clearing his throat. "Come in."

He doesn't have to ask you twice. You nudge the door closed behind you and reach for the lock. "I brought you dinner," you tell him as you sit your drinks down. "It's nothing special. Just a Big Mac. But I thought…"

You freeze as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You are infinitely grateful that your face is being crushed into the fabric of his shirt. Otherwise, he would see that you're turning bright fucking red. 

"Thanks," he mutters, still holding onto you. He seems to be in no rush to let you go. You lean into him, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you in a way that you can totally pretend was possessive when you're letting your imagination run wild in bed tonight. 

After a while, however, you feel the need to speak up, knowing that you're still holding a bag full of McDonald's in your hand. "Trey," you speak up. "The food…" 

"Right. Sorry." He gives your waist a slight squeeze before releasing you from his grip. 

You force a smile onto your face as you take the sight of him in. He just looks so fucking tired.  

Still, you ask him the dreaded question as you take a seat on the floor: "How's it been going?" 

He doesn't hesitate to respond. "Fucking terrible," he says, rifling around in the bag for his burger. "I wish I was dead, honestly."

You frown as you reach for your own food. "She isn't worth all that," you mutter quietly. 

He laughs humorlessly. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I was going to marry that woman." He takes a needlessly-aggressive bite out of his burger before pulling back. "Forgive me for being a little torn up about my fiancee cheating on me." 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. The bitchiness is nothing new. The situation itself is a bit harder to deal with. "You know I didn't mean it like that," you say. 

"Yeah. I know." He looks away from the burger that he's devouring like the starved man that he is to fix you with wide blue eyes. You do your best to keep your face from bursting into flames again. 

He sighs, reaching for one of the brown paper napkins in the bag. "Sorry for being an asshole," he concedes. "I know it's not an excuse, but I've kind of forgotten how to interact with other people over the past week." 

"It's fine." You take a sip of your soda before pulling back. "I've just been worried about you." 

You don't miss the change in expression that this confession provokes. His eyes flash with something soft. Guilt? Relief? 

"I wish I could say that you don't have to," he finally says. "But, well… All you have to do is look around to see that I'm a fucking wreck."

"Anybody would be," you tell him. 

There's another pause. If the two of you were talking about literally anything else, it would probably be comfortable. You've always been the type of friends who could just do things together and not talk. His company was enough to put you at ease, and vice versa. 

But now you're looking at the shadows under his eyes and the scruff on his face, the pure dejection in his expression, and the silence feels like things that you should be saying but can't conjure into acceptable words. You worry that you'll be sitting across from each other all night, plastic straws squeaking and tension palpable. 

It gets to the point when you're itching to say something just to say it. So, without even worrying that it's the wrong thing, you do.

"I've missed you," you confess quietly.

He gives you that look again. You always feel like he doesn't just look at you, — he looks through you, searching for something. You don't know if he's found what he was looking for as he balls up the paper wrapper that his burger came with and tosses it at the trashcan. Somehow, it lands where he intended it to. 

He turns back to you and tries to smile. Though he still looks like a recently-kicked puppy, it seems a bit more genuine this time. "I missed you, too." 

Stupid as it is, your heart sinks as he stands up, leaving you sitting on the floor with your legs tucked under you. You watch as he takes a seat on the unmade double bed in the corner and settles back against the pillows. You wonder for a moment if this is some sort of silent dismissal, a wordless plea for you to go home and leave him the fuck alone to grieve, but then…

"Wanna come sit?" he beckons you. 

Okay, fuck. You have got to stop turning bright red every time he says something that could be construed as being mildly suggestive, but there's something about the fact that he wants you in his bed…

You need to get a hold of yourself. 

"Sure." You feign nonchalance as you discard the trash from your own dinner and walk towards the bed. 

The mattress squeaks, settling beneath you. There isn't much space between Trey and the wall, but he shifts to accommodate you, anyway. 

"Thanks," you mumble. He hums an acknowledgement before the two of you settle into silence.

No background music, no television. Just the two of you, silently soaking up one another's company. 

It's not as awkward as it was before, because you know that he genuinely wants you here. You feel even more sure of this when he stretches as an excuse to loop his arm around you. You take this as an invitation to lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

The closeness is nice. You breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent and body wash, — he's still been showering while in this sorry state, thank God, — and wait for him to speak. 

After a while, he does. "I haven't just been laying around, you know," he tells you. "I'm scripting something for this trailer project I have coming up." 

"Yeah?" You shift, looking up at him. "Care to elaborate, or am I just gonna have to be surprised?" 

"It's a musical, actually." You try to conceal your surprise as he brushes a loose strand of hair from in front of your face, then continues running his fingers through the strands, and… He's just playing with your hair while he talks to you. Alright, then. "About all the stuff that happened with Alferd Packer. I'm thinking that if I can get Matt and Dian in on it, it could be fairly decent…" 

"That's gonna be your big comeback project?" you ask. "Eating your friends?" 

He laughs. "How do you know I'm casting myself as the lead?" 

"Because I know you," you reply easily. "Plus, you're like… made to play Alferd Packer." You cast him a mischievous grin. "You've got those crazy eyes…"

He huffs out a chuckle. "You're so nice to me." His hand stays in your hair, working out the tangles that you sustained while driving back to campus with the windows down. "Wanna hear the best part?" 

"Of course."

You can hear the smile in his voice as he continues. "So, there's this horse…" he starts. "Named Liane. She's the type to let everyone ride her, you know…"

"So that's how you're dealing with it?" you ask. "Creating a slutty horse character and naming it after her?" 

"That's one of the ways," he replies with a shrug. 

Against your better judgment, you cast your gaze to his other arm, which is now looped around your waist as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Is this another?"

His face goes bright pink as he unthreads his fingers from your hair. You regret saying anything for a moment, worrying that he'll pull away. Somehow, he doesn't. "I guess?" he says instead. "I mean, it's kinda nice, having someone care so much…" 

You lean further back into him. "It is nice," you admit. "I kinda figured you were touch-starved, anyway. You've been all over me since I walked in…"

"Sue me for being excited to see one of my best friends." He wraps his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him. "You were like some sort of guardian angel, showing up with dinner…"

You attempt to swat at him, which isn't a very successful effort, considering he's got you in a rather-sturdy grip. "I bought you McDonald's," you say. "You shouldn't be so easy."

"That was what I needed tonight." He glances down at you, offering you a smile that is so much gentler than the one you usually get. The kind of smile that confronts you with the disconcerting realization that, unlike most of your exchanges up until this point, this isn't a joke. " You were what I needed tonight."

The sentiment surprises you enough to look up and meet his eyes, startling when you find that he was already looking down at you. You hold his gaze for a moment, wondering when one of you will break away and laugh it off. 

But neither of you ever do.

You just get closer and closer, slowly but surely. You keep testing the limits. Trey rests his hand against the side of your face. For a while, he just holds you there, looking into your eyes. You wait patiently, just in case he changes his mind. The warmth in the pit of your stomach spreads from the way that he's looking at you. Like he doesn't believe he should get the opportunity to even touch you, let alone...

You lose your train of thought as he suddenly presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes stay wide open for a moment, in total shock that this is actually happening. Once your surprise wears off, however, you close your eyes and relax into his touch. He kisses you slowly, tenderly, as though he's trying to commit the moment to memory. Like he wants to preserve the feeling of your mouth on his, your hands on the back of his neck, every first touch the two of you are sharing right now. 

You moan as his tongue brushes over yours, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. He gasps into your mouth as you tug on the strands, deepening the kiss even more in response to your slight tugging. 

Okay. He likes having his hair pulled. Noted. 

His mouth wanders from your lips to your jaw before trailing down further down. You lean back in satisfaction as he presses long, insistent kisses against the side of your neck. 

"Marking me up, huh?" you manage to ask breathlessly.

"Mmm-hmm." Sharp teeth scrape lightly over a fresh bruise, inspiring a gasp from you.

You throw your head back, exposing even more of your neck to him. He promptly takes the opportunity to attack every inch of the skin available.

You draw in a shaky breath. Your hands wander aimlessly across his body as he explores your neck with his mouth. "You want everybody to see, don't you?" you ask quietly. "Want them to look at me and know that you've been here?" 

He gives another affirmative hum. Only this time, it turns into a whine.

You've obviously done something there. It's hard for you to bite back the sly grin threatening to surface. "You like that?" you question. "You want everybody to know how good you are for me?" 

He halts his kisses, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out an unmistakable moan.

Satisfaction consumes you. 

Oh, yeah. This is going to be fun .

"Yeah? That's good, isn't it?" Your hands travel over his back ever-so-gently, tracing circles that might be soothing in any other circumstance. "You wanna be my good boy?" 

Another whimper passes his lips as you shift against him, pressing your hips into his just slightly. "Fuck. Please."

You giggle. "Please, huh?" Abruptly, you pull away from him. He stares at you breathlessly, taking in your mussed hair and the way that you're looking back at him, eyes on fire.

His own eyes go wider as you swing your leg across his lap and straddle him. He lets out a groan as you wiggle a bit in a mock attempt to make yourself comfortable. You are immensely pleased when one of his hands wraps around your hip.

"It's a little hot in here," you comment, reaching down to tug at the hem of your T-shirt. You quickly tug the garment over your head before tossing it haphazardly to the side. 

You giggle when you look down at him, only to find him staring back up at you with a look of utter awe. 

You grin before cupping his face, pulling him in close again. "That's better." Your lips brush over his in a quick peck, followed shortly thereafter by another. When you pull back, you give him a demand. "Touch me."

His eyes are wild as he looks up at you. "Touch you where?"

You chuckle. "Wherever you want."

"Shit." Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, he's kissing you hard again, fingers clumsily grasping to touch every inch of skin that he possibly can. Finally, he settles on a particular spot, sighing against your lips as he clumsily gropes you through your bra.

You let out a contented sigh as he kneads at you desperately. You are reminded in the fondest way possible of the movie theater shenanigans you got up to with your suitors a few years ago, — clumsy, but so passionate that it makes up for it. 

Still, you can't help trying to spur him just a bit further. You nudge him slightly, signaling for him to let you sit up before reaching for the hook on your bra. "Wanna see more?" 

Though the question is clearly rhetorical, he gives you a fervent nod, watching intently as you unclasp the article. 

You smile at him as he stares at you with that same awed expression on his face, only magnified this time. "Well?"

Blue eyes alight, he shifts restlessly beneath you. "Fuck," he curses. "C'mere." 

He wastes no time before pulling you closer to him. He plants small nips and kisses from your collarbone to your chest, trailing down until his mouth lands on your bare breast. 

For the first time since all this started, you momentarily lose your composure. You toss your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair again. "Oh, fuck. Such a good boy." 

The noise he lets out results in a vibration against your sensitive skin, inspiring another mewl from you that totally betrays your control over the situation.

His mouth travels over your skin, leaving behind warm, wet kisses. Every now and then, he stops and sucks, leaving behind yet another mark that is sure to bruise later. You maintain your grip on his hair, reveling in the feeling of his lips against you.

You squirm in his lap as his mouth travels back up your body, stopping just above your collarbone. He groans against you, tightening his grip on your waist. 

Deep down, you know that you already have him exactly where you want him. Still, you pause for a moment before rocking your hips against him again, — slow, teasing. 

Your heartbeat picks up speed as he makes another choked sound before rolling his hips up against yours. "Please," he whimpers. 

Your only reply is a quiet chuckle as you push yourself against him with less hesitance this time. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling of you pressing against him before returning his attention to your neck. 

It takes you a bit to find a rhythm. Impromptu dry humping sessions aren't exactly a regular thing for you, and your uncertainty about how to position your legs makes you feel a little awkward. After a while, though, things start to come more naturally, allowing you to grind down against him at a steady pace. 

A satisfied moan escapes your lips when you feel his hard cock pressing against you through his jeans. He pulls away from your neck with a hiss as you deliberately rub against the area that you know will be the most sensitive. You bite your lip as you roll your hips. Your head spins, knowing that, if it weren't for a couple layers of fabric, you could lower yourself onto him and erase any distance between the two of you. 

Another choked, high-pitched noise meets your ears. You look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the absolute sight underneath you. 

Trey has his head thrown back, his eyes screwed shut. His lip is caught between his teeth as he digs his fingers into the sheets. He opens his eyes when he feels you stop your movements. 

Your stomach flips. You swear that you've never had anyone look at you the way that he is now. 

Though you've never considered yourself a greedy person in the past, you're beginning to reevaluate that judgment. Two hours ago, the thought of him, hard underneath you and looking up at you like this, would have seemed like the ultimate fever dream, nothing more than something to imagine when you were getting yourself off. 

Now that it's actually happening, all you can think is that you want more. More of this. More of him. You would do this every night if you could. 

Of course, you can't. A sick feeling gnaws at the depths of your stomach, telling you that he'll probably consider this a mistake once it's all over. In the long run, this moment will probably be nothing more than a messy, opportunistic rebound in his eyes.

That's why you ought to make this time count. 

You reach for one of his hands, untangling his fingers from the sheets as you thread them through your own. You guide his palm back up to your chest. He groans, bucking up against you as he goes back to clumsily grabbing at you like your horny high school boyfriends. 

When his eyelids begin to flutter, you speak up. "Look at me," you demand, voice hoarse with utter want. 

To your shock and delight, he immediately complies. 

You stay still for a moment, staring into lust-clouded pools of deep blue, before beginning to slowly roll your hips again. 

As soon as you hear the muffled whimper that your movement elicits from Trey, you give up on maintaining eye contact. Instead, you crush your lips against his again, reveling in the thrill of having him fucking moan into your mouth. His hands wander from your tits to your ass and back up again, exploring every bit of you that he can possibly touch without either of you shedding your jeans. 

Your head spins at the thought of how real this is as his tongue brushes over yours and his thumb rubs over your hip. It's dizzying to think that you're as new to him as he is to you. For all the times that you've gone to dinner or done your homework together, gotten drunk and/or high in this very dorm room, playfully pushed one another around and made each other laugh until your ribs were sore, you've never done this. You had never known what his hands felt like, hungrily roaming over your bare skin. He's never gripped you like this, marveling at how perfect your figure had been under your loose-fitting shirts this whole time. 

His hands tighten around your waist as he comes up for air and you pick up your pace. The combination of the friction of denim against denim and the noises that he's making have left you soaking wet, inspiring you to release a few moans of your own as you move against him.

You melt into the warmth of blissful pleasure as his whimpers grow louder. As you throw your head back with a debauched moan, Trey looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

You can't find it in you to worry about the aftermath of this anymore. At this point, you're just working towards your release. You are fixated on the idea that you're so close to falling apart on top of him, that this is all real. The thought itself gives you a heady rush, which doesn't subside when you hear him let out a particularly desperate whine. 

The sound causes you to look down at him, only to find him looking back at you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. The word reverence crosses your mind as he opens his mouth. 

"I'm… Fuck, " he stumbles over himself. "I'm getting really fucking close. Can I…" 

He lets out a squeak of surprise as you dig your nails into his shoulders through his shirt. 

"Good boy," you coo, pressing your hips harder against his. "My good boy… Fucking come for me, that's it…" 

Something between your encouragement and the quick rhythm of your grinding causes him to lose control quicker. He gasps. "Baby…" he murmurs before burying his face in your neck and stilling underneath you, releasing a long, trembling moan. He melts into a shaking mess as he rides out his release with you on top of him, slightly shifting your hips until his tremors die down.

At that point, you go still on top of him. To your surprise, he shifts beneath you, straightening his posture before pulling you onto his thigh. 

"Come on, keep going," he urges you. "Wanna see you come. Come on, please."

It doesn't take you long to reach your peak with his hands against your waist and the warmth of him pressed between your legs. With a broken moan, you collapse into his arms, trembling in his grip. 

He lets out a quiet sound of awe as you shake until you eventually relax. 

Once your pulse and breathing begin to level out, you note the feeling of his hands still on your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your skin as he speaks softly to you.

"There you go," he says, still slightly breathless. "So pretty…" 

You only manage a sigh of acknowledgement as you rest your head against his chest. 

You lie there for a few moments, allowing one another's body heat to ground the both of you. 

As you predicted earlier, your mind begins to swim with worry. You wonder what will come after this, how awkward it will get, if he'll ever even want to talk about it again. Hell, you're waiting for him to kick you out as soon as the endorphins wear off and he realizes that the two of you just pretty much fucked less than two weeks after his engagement imploded. 

For now, though, he's holding you and playing with your hair again, fingers trailing over your back after running through the strands. 

Your eyes grow heavy as you fleetingly think that this is almost as good as what you just did, — the intimacy that comes in the afterglow. It's sickeningly on brand for you, — this greed, this aching desire for more. You didn't even take your pants off, and you're already worrying that no one else will ever make you feel like he did.

You guess that's what happens when you fuck around with the friend you've been in love with forever.

Trey's fingers still before he nudges you. "Hey," he says softly.

"Hmm?" you hum, dreading whatever it is he might say. 

He pats your back gently. "Can you get up for a second?" he asks. "I should probably, uh… Go clean up."

You nod, trying to act like this awkward dismissal doesn't make you want to punch yourself in the teeth. "Yeah. Go ahead." You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and reaching for your discarded bra and T-shirt.

You're surprised by the feeling of his fingers threading through yours again when you begin to stand up. "You don't have to leave," he says. The hint of desperation in his voice takes you aback. "I mean, you can stay a little bit longer, if you want." 

You turn back at him, taking in his pink-tinged face. You shift uncomfortably against the bed, cringing at the wet fabric between your thighs. "I at least need to go get a change of clothes…" 

He shakes his head. "I've got some you can borrow," he says. "There's an extra toothbrush under the cabinet, too."

You blink at him. "You want me to stay the night?"

His blush deepens as he shrugs. "I mean… I don't see why not."

You can see why not. Couples spend the night at each other's places, wearing one another's clothes. The two of you don't exactly fit that bill.

Then again, you just made each other come. You're pretty sure wearing his clothes and sleeping in his dorm isn't the most glaring boundary that you've overstepped. Besides, a few more hours of confusing closeness is preferable to returning to your own dorm and worrying that he hates you now.

So you nod and take the shirt and sweatpants that he offers you. You change while listening to the shower run in the bathroom. You sigh and decide to forgo keeping your soaked underwear on, tucking them between your other clothes, folded and stacked in the corner of the room.

You settle into the change of clothes and sit back down on the bed, waiting until you hear the water stop running. Finally, the quiet washes over the room, followed shortly thereafter by the creaking of the door.

And there's Trey with wet hair and his own loosely-fitting clothes. Your heart leaps at the mere sight of him, despite the fact that you were quite literally on top of him not even twenty minutes ago.

He crosses the room and crawls into bed beside you. "C'mere," he says quietly. You look down, only to see him holding his arms out to you. Inviting you to return to the place that you were.

You oblige him, collapsing into the pillows and his warmth. 

You can't find it in you to say anything as you lay there, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you and his steady heartbeat against your ear. Once again, you don't know what to say. 

Apparently, he thinks that he does. "You're an amazing friend," he murmurs, chin resting on your shoulder. "You know that?" 

Your heart aches at that word. Friend. Because, yeah. This is what friends do. What the two of you do, anyway. Or did. Just this once. 

"Hush," you urge him weakly as your eyelids grow heavy. 

---

tag list: @nathanyoungsupremacy

[swampstew]

Everyone make sure to say thank you to @quinloki for being the little creative devil and/or angel on my shoulder that whispers naughty thoughts. A big smooch on the head and a homemade double chocolate chip brownie for them for proofing and editing and gassing me up♥

Summary: You weren't supposed to be on this island but sometimes fate decides to throw you a lemon. Here's lemonade. Hope it quenches your thirst. Warnings: spicy content 18+ only; pre-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; dubious consent, bit of knife play but no blood, creampie, cumplay, dom/sub dynamics, kind of reads as Yandere Kid at first because he's an intimidating asshole. WC: 2.3K

Minors DNI.

story inspired by the above gif from Cowboy Bebop

Bad luck. Dirty, rotten, awful bad luck to have been at this specific port on this specific day. Your intention was to stay until you found a ship heading in the direction you were mapping out – it couldn’t have been more than two days when all hell broke loose.

When they arrived.

Anyone who had half a brain cell in the New World knew exactly who the Kid Pirates were, and the first rule of survival was stay away from them at all costs.

No such luck.

You hauled ass as soon as the rampage started. Being in the middle of the town, you had a head start to run in the opposite direction as the pirates decimated the crowd. You intended to double back towards the dockyard so you could jump on any pitiful rowboat and get the hell outta there, sea kings or ocean monsters be damned.

That proved to be your mistake.

Perhaps you had waited too long to run back to the shipyard, or perhaps it just wasn’t your day. All you knew was that the second you peered around the junk and broken trash that littered the yard, you could immediately feel a deadly presence.

It was overwhelming, like a blanket of death trying to wrap around your figure. You weren’t sure where the feeling of being watched was coming from, you were so sure there wasn’t anybody on the dock aside from dead bodies, and yet a prickly feeling on the back of your neck told you, you’re in danger.

So you ran. Ducking between boxes and broken structures, you tried so hard to run where a small sailing boat sat lopsided off the beach. But before you could make it halfway, you felt the pull of all the metals on your person halt you briefly before you went flying backwards. Your eyes watered from the velocity, your ears deafened by the whistling of the air mixed with wicked laughter.

Your back slammed against the wooden deck of the punk ship. Your belongings were already gone, you heard the stomping of heavy boots making their way towards you as you fought to regain your breath from the impact. You could hear items being dropped as the steps grew nearer, until all you could see and hear was him.

Eustass Fucking Kid.

In his massive hand, he twirled your switchblade as he squatted over you. His golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he drank deep your adrenaline and fear.

“Do you fear death?” he darkly chuckled.

“Y-y-yes,” you whispered.

“Aye, everyone who has the misfortune to run into me usually ends up dead. Didn’t expect such a pretty little thing to dart between the wreckage. Was very sure we slaughtered everyone in the port already. So where did you come from?”

You tried to look anywhere but him and he didn’t like that. With a tsk, he firmly pressed your blade against your cheek, forcing you to look at him again.

“I don’t like asking twice,” he growled.

“I w-was in the town when I he-he-heard that your crew had docked a-and were making their way th-through the island. I-I-I thought I could outrun the r-rampage and steal a b-bo-boat when n-no one was here.”

“You thought wrong,” he sneered at you, eyes scanning up and down your body. “Shitty luck really. I got bored quickly and decided to let the crew have fun while I hung back to enjoy the peace an’ quiet. I wasn’t expecting entertainment to find me,” he snickered.

“I’m—“ you gasped as he dug the blade tip to your cheek, not quite cutting into you, maybe only really slicing the first or second layer of dermis. “I’m not a threat, ju-just please. Do-don’t hurt me. I did-dn’t want to be here in the fffirst place!”

Kid’s eyes narrowed but the sneer didn’t soften, “Who said anything about hurtin’ ya?”

That made your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, “Are you joking?”

“HAAH?!” he came down from the squat to kneel beside you, “Jus’ cause I kill people from time ta’ time don’t mean I don’t know when to separate business from pleasure,” his leer was gone, in its place a smirk that didn’t make you feel any safer. “What? Don’t think a big asshole like me knows how to fuck a lady all proper like?”

“Wh—at is h-happening?”

Kid’s smirk got wider, “I ain’t gonna kill ya because I’d rather fuck ya. Sound like a preferrable option?”

“I have a ch-choice?”

“Yeah! Inside or outside the ship?”

You choked out the sob that tried to escape your throat, letting out a low whimper instead.

“Awww don’t do that. I haven’t even done anything yet. I promise ya’ you’ll be moaning in a good way if you play nice.”

Defeated, you close your eyes and lay your head back with a nod, praying for it to be over quickly and not end painfully.

“Nooooooo I want you to want it,” Kid’s tone was taunting but with a softer edge. “It’s no fun if you’re not into it. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I want you to beg for me when you realize you can’t get enough of me.”

Your face flushed with color, brain muddled with confusing feelings. Through your thoughts your eyes wandered over his bare body. His sculpted physique was barely covered by his feathered coat and loose hanging pants. The cloth belt didn’t hide the dark red happy trail that slipped along his lower abs.

His dry chuckle brought you back, “Like what you see?”

You nodded truthfully.

“Good, I like your honesty,” he praised you, lowering the blade and brushing his knuckles softly against your skin. His hand moved down your body, not quite touching you, until you felt the blade tip against your soft torso, just below your top. With deliberately slow motions, Kid brought the blade through the top and your bra. Ruined fabric fell to the sides as your breasts spilled out, Kid licked his lips before pulling back entirely.

“I like yer tits too,” he grinned with a wink before tossing the blade off to the side, quite far from where you had any hopes of reaching it.

He pulled his belts off first, then his boots, lastly sweeping the massive coat from off his shoulders and to the floor. With fluid motions he moved your body to lay over the coat and the warmth had a calming effect on you almost immediately. His musky scent clung to the air: oil, metal, iron, aftershave – you felt lightheaded as the smell overwhelmed you, lulling you into a sense of comfort.

Kid knelt over your body once more, arms and legs caging you in between his body, leaning close until he pressed his growing erection against your hip. You let out a slight jolt from the heaviness of it as he pressed his searing hot chest against your exposed breasts, flattened beneath him as he pinned you to the deck. Slowly pressing the air out of you as you started lightly gasping.

“How about it? Wanna…fuck around? I’ll make it good for ya.”

You felt yourself nodding rapidly, bewitched by his domineering presence. He rose slightly and reached his arm between your bodies to unfasten your shorts, pushing them down and off before he unzipped his own pants. His hand stayed as he teased himself first before lifting his glistening fingers to your lips. Precum.

Without wasting a second, your tongue darted out to lick his essence.

“That’s a good pet.”

His crimson lips smashed into yours, his hands palmed and squeezed your breasts, his knees barely holding the bulk of his weight as he began lightly grinding on you. You let out a gaspy moan only to be taken by his tongue as it greedily shoved its way inside your mouth. Little grunts and whimpers spilled from your lips as Kid’s fingers danced along your body, creeping lower and lower until they crept over the waistband of your panties.

When you made no signs of distress, his hand slid over your covered mound and his painted fingers pushed against your soaked core, feeling the sheer volume of slick spilling from you. Rubbing it slowly, his fingers finally gave you relief as he pushed the pantie roughly to the side and ran up and down your slit, spreading your wetness to make a mess.

“Heh, knew you’d like me,” Kid kissed you as he slipped one, then two fingers inside of you. Reaching deep inside you to find your sweet spot. He let out a pleased hiss as your pussy clenched around his fingers as he explored you, his thumb reaching around to press down on your clit and rub circles over it. Your whimpering became higher pitched as your body threatened to succumb to the carnal pleasure he was rushing into you.

You creamed on his hand as he teased out your first orgasm, pumping his fingers as you rode the wave and stilled them when you came down.

“Did ya like that?” he asked you, and it was the first time you didn’t hear malice or mockery in his voice. You panted out a yes, surprised yourself with your answer. “Gotta do that a few times so you can take my cock.”

Fully naked, your body was covered in sweat and your own slick, and Kid still hadn’t taken his pants off. Your legs were quivering as he withdrew his head from between your thighs, panties long discarded and missing in action.

“I think you’re ready. You taste like sweet desperation.”

You nodded dumbly as you watched him stand and drop his pants and underwear, slightly stumbling as he kneeled over you. You watched his cock dangle from his position, the engorged head dripping with precum and throbbing for you.

Kissing and sucking your breasts before trailing to your jaw, he whispered below your ear, “Anything you wanna say t’me?”

You hummed in lightheaded confusion, trying to contemplate his question through the haze of bliss.

The feeling of his tip pressing against your pelvis jolted you back to the moment as it slowly dragged over you, grazing against you slick covered clit. You could swear your clit vibrated in yearning as your hips tilted for more friction. He moved fluidly enough to not give you what you want while still teasing you and leaving a trail of precum on your skin.

Clarity struck you, “P-please Kid. I want you so bad. I want your cock in me so fucking much! Yo-you can’t stop now!”

Kid chuckled, “You sure?”

“Yes! FUCK please I’ll do anything! Just split me open!!” you cry out, flustered and embarrassed.

The puffy head slipped past your needy hole and you let him slide in with little resistance. Mouth opened in pleasure but no sound coming out as you felt the thick, veiny dick pushing into you – realizing just then but not really caring that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

He let out a hum that turned into a growl as he pushed in until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. Rocking into you a few times as pleased cries tumbled from your mouth, he finally spoke.

“Anything huh? I’ll need to think about that…”

You felt him pull out until the head of his cock was just slipping out before he slammed back into you, “Anything is so broad, what am I looking for?” he spoke to himself, you being so cockdrunk you were more like a sleeve, unable to conjure an answer even if you tried.

As you came violently against his cock, he stopped his movements to say, “I know, I want to keep you. What say you?” and began grinding into you as your body spasmed from the overstimulation.

You were in too deep, unsure if you truly had a choice in the matter since the moment your back hit the floor. Still on the floor as the menace above you rocked your world repeatedly as if to point out what you’d be missing if you said no. Choice or no choice, your body answered for you as the overstimulation he drove into you forced another blissful orgasm from you.

“YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!” you sobbed from the pleasure and pain, your fear overtaken by lust induced mania. Your hips slammed against his as you came, wrapping your ankles around his hips to keep him inside you so you could drown in the constant high. “YES I WANT THIS I WANT YOU I NEED YOU!!!!!” your voice went hoarse.

Kid let out a moan as he threw his head back, “Fuck yes, I’m glad you see it my way,” he rocked his hips fiercely against yours, grabbing your ass with bruising force as he fucked you. The sound of squelching should have been embarrassing but you were too blissed out to notice or care, on the cusp of another orgasm as he was grinding his cock against your g-spot.

“I’ll treat you good, pet,” he promised, holding you down and rutting into you before letting out his own cry. You cried out with him as you saw white flood over you and static buzzing overtake your senses. Your body shaking as he came in you and you came on him. Then you could feel warmth spreading through you, coming from where you were connected. Kid panted as he pressed his forehead into yours as he finally stilled his hips. He slowly kissed your face and lips as he pulled himself out of you.

“Just gotta make it official,” he gave you a tired but mischievous smirk.

You were too exhausted to react, hardly flinching as you felt his calloused fingers playing with the cum that was leaking out of you. He brought his dripping fingers to your pelvis and drew a ‘K.’ He repeated the motion to draw ‘K’s on your breasts, hips, cheeks, all over your body. You could feel the cum harden on your skin as it dried out while he worked.

“There. You’re mine now. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

[foenixs]

Spiral Out of Control

note: my first attempt at writing for an anime character, I know this is mainly a kpop blog but i wanna try sth new and see if it works too

word count: 817

includes- sub!Decim x dom!human!reader, handjob

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Decim was bound under your presence, your knowledge, which was tainted by emotions, was so unfamiliar to him, yet it tingled his interest in a way that made you never leave his sight.

He wanted to learn from you, all the subtle ways you could read the people that came to his bar. How you seemed to blindly know right from wrong even though you were a mere human.

The way you swayed gracefully with every step made him freeze up, unable to move an inch, a quick breath leaving him as soon as you disappeared around the corner.

He felt like a stranger to himself, his head empty of words that could describe what he was feeling, the feeling of feeling something alone a new sensation.

Decim looked upon his trembling hands, putting the cocktail he was holding down on the counter before he could spill the clear beverage.

Gripping onto the wood beneath him he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out. He had no idea when the next guests would arrive, but your scent alarmed him of the incoming work.

His eyes shoot open to look at you when he feels a warm hand brush over his. You had moved next to him behind the counter, staring up at Decim with worried eyes.

“Everything alright? You ready to work?”

He nods quickly, his eyes fixated on the glass in front of him to avoid your glance, but the quick tapping of his foot gives away his nervousness.

As you scan his body in concern you notice him subtly rubbing his crotch against the bar. You pull him towards you by his belt loops, hiding your smirk behind his hair as you whisper into his ear.

“Follow me.”

His legs felt numb, his body following you mindlessly as if a string bound him to you. He only notices the change of scenery when your knee rubs up against his bulge, your hands trapping him against the bathroom door.

Decim’s breath fell quiet, his eyes blinking in slow motion as he tried grasp onto the last shard of reality, the truth shattering around him as your touch pulls him down into a spiral of submission. But he was not scared, amid his lost mind he did not fear what you would do to him, no, he craved it.

You pull his collar to the side, kissing over the cold flesh that you exposed. His hips jolt forward when you bite his skin, a sound he had never made before falling from his lips.

“Why does this feel so good?”

The question seemed not to matter as he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, thrusting his hips against your thigh subconsciously.

You let your pointer finger run down his shirt, playing with each button before pulling on his belt. You tuck his pants down to his knees, your thumb stroking back up his thigh as you watch Decim’s member twitch in anticipation.

Disappointment ran through your mind as you muster his all too normal body. For some reason you had expected his cock to be purple, like his eyes, or have little thorns, and his blushing expression has you guessing that he had thought the same.

Gripping onto his base you slide your palm up his shaft, rubbing your thumb over his tip when it’s in reach. He slams his head back against the wooden door, grunting in pain as the unfamiliar pleasure rains down on him.

You can’t help but chuckle at his pathetic thrusts into your hand, his cock dripping with precum in a matter of minutes.

Decim feels like he’s falling through the ground, his body writhing in a fight against his logic that tells him to get up and cleanse himself of these human feelings. But his heart screams louder than his mind and it makes his limp body lean into your touch as all reason not to leaves him.

Just as the bottom of the spiral comes into sight, his high waiting to be reached, a series of memories flash in front of Decim’s eyes.

He trips, stumbling over his orgasm, stuttering out mumbles as his cum taints your hand. You have to wrap one arm around his torso to keep you both from falling over, balancing the sticky substance in your palm as to not ruin your clothes.

You gently stroke over his back, helping him calm down as he mutters one word over and over: “work”

After your rinse Decim’s cum off your hand, helping him dress up again, you gently push him out the bathroom door, following not far behind as he tumbles back to the bar.

Two women are waiting on the stools, the glass still standing lonesome on the counter, and you shake off the last remnants of desire as you watch Decim explain the same old rules to the unknowing guests.

-

-

masterlist

[mushrubes]

3 | d&d

I was made for lovin’ you

Prev | Home | Next 

Pairing : Eddie Munson x (they/them) henderson! reader

Summary : Y/n was the chosen sub for Lucas and steps in while he’s at the championship games, secretly very excited to see a certain someone. Turns out, they’re a lot better at the game than everyone thought.

Word count : 1.3k

----------------------

Mike, Y/n and Dustin all walked down the schools dimly lit hallway, Y/n sighing. "I can't believe I agreed to this." they muttered, Dustin looking back at them. They smiled at him and looked forward, clutching the folders in their hand. "What'd you say?" he asked, not hearing what his sibling had commented. They shrugged their shoulders, glad they were now at the room, Mike opening the door. "Y/n Henderson? What a surprise!" Eddie grinned, Y/n sending a small smile his way. "You asked for a sub, we delivered." Dustin told him, Eddie putting his hands up in surrender, agreeing with the statement. "Know how to play?" he asked, eyebrow raised, looking at Y/n. "Well, having to have played with them for a good few years, I'd hope I did, yeah." they retorted, the others chuckling at their statement.

"What's your class and level? Level one dwarf?" he teased, leaning over them. Y/n grinned back at him, unfazed by the metalhead's comment. "My name is y/c/n, and I'm a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14. And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna play or are we gonna keep chitchatting like a mother's meeting, Munson?" they answered back, the rest of the members looking over in astonishment. "When did Y/n get so good?" Mike whispered to Dustin, not remembering the last time they played. "I dunno man..." he admitted, proud of them. "Welcome to Hellfire, sweetheart." Eddie smiled, holding his hand out for them to shake and ignoring the daggers Dustin was practically glaring into him. Y/n shook his hand and nodded.

-------------------------

"The hooded cultists chant, 'Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.' They turn to you, remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shrivelled, desiccated. And something else - he's not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!" He told, covering his eye with his hand and standing up. The group screamed and groaned, chorus of 'What? No! No!" and "Vecna's dead! He was killed by Kas." could be heard. "So, it was thought, my friends. So..it was thought. But Vecna lives!" he called, slamming the figure down on the table. "You are scared, you're tired, you are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight? Come on!" he questioned, looking at the other end of the table. "I say we fight. To the death." Dustin said, looking around at the others. "To the death!" Mike and Y/n repeated, nodding. Soon enough, they were all chanting 'to the death! To the death!". Y/n rolled the die, everyone cheering as they rolled a high enough number. Mike rolled, everyone watching intently, a figure being knocked over as Eddie pulled a face. First Mike missed and then Jeff, everyone's hope slowly decreasing.

More dice were rolled and more arguments, complaining at Eddie who just laughed and cackled at them. Figure, after figure, after figure were being knocked over, their luck decreasing with everyone. "Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee." Gareth said as they all huddled in a group, y/n, Dustin and Mike all looking at him with mouths agape. "I concur." the others said, agreeing with the idea. Dustin huffed at the older members. "Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Y/n argued, Gareth looking at them with a 'really?' face. Eddie sat comfortably in his chair, watching the group with a smile - well, mainly Y/n. "That wasn't literal!" Gareth face palmed but keeping his patience. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players. " Jeff agreed, Dustin butting in, completely disagreeing. "You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don't be pussies." he defended, Gareth rolling his eyes. "Pussies? Really? 'Cause we're not delusional?" he argued back as Y/n stepped in, not liking his tone towards Dustin.

"Delusional? How about not cowards?" they retorted, their tone obviously showing how agitated they were, a slight tension rising. "Hey! If I may interject, gentlemen, y/c/n. Whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes, not today. 'kay?" he persuaded, Y/n rolling their eyes at his bullshit. "One sec" Dustin said, holding his finger up to Eddie. "What do you think, Mike?" he asked as the group all turned back around. "How many hit points do you and y/c/n have left?" he asked, both of them playing close attention. "Twelve." the siblings responded straight away, the adrenaline hitting them. "It's risky as hell, but you're the ones on the battlefield. So, it's your call." he finished, Dustin pulling a face and shaking his head. "What do you say, y/c/n?" Dustin asked, sending a grin their way. "Is that even a question?" they responded, both nodding. "Let's kill the son of a bitch." Dustin declared, Eddie beaming at them.

"Chances of success are twenty to one." the others complained, y/n rolling their eyes making Eddie chuckle as they shared a look while Dustin spoke to the others. "Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20." he instructed, looking back at the table. Eddie smirked before throwing it at the boy. The tension grew, feeling like it was almost a life or death situation. He threw the dice, everyone groaning as they saw what it landed on and Eddie cheering. "That's a miss!" he said distorted, laughing at Dustin's shouts of 'shit! shit!". Y/n shook the dice in their hands, everyone leaning on the table and cheering them on. "Please! Come on!" Dustin and Gareth cried, their hands sweating with nerves. Y/n let go throwing the dice, taking a deep breath as they watched it spin. "Crit hit!" They shouted as it landed on 20, the whole table screaming with joy as Eddie looked at it in confusion. "What? What?" he repeated, flinching from the table. "That's why we play!" Eddie congratulated, gesturing to the table and grinning at Y/n who mirrored it right back at him.

-----------------------------

Lucas looked over as he saw the group exit the building, all cheering and highfiving y/n. His smile fading and a look of confusion and hurt on his face, thinking about everything. He let out a huff as Patrick tapped him on the back. "Lucas. Come on, man." he said, Lucas following behind, guilty and hurt filling his stomach and head that he tried to supress. Y/n, Mike and Dustin said their goodbyes to the other members, walking over to Y/n's car, the boys still buzzing from excitement. "Y/n!" a voice called, y/n turning around to see who it was, a smile appearing as they saw Eddie. The boys got into the back of the car, now talking about whatever it was they were so interested about.

"Hey...That was a good game! You're better than I thought you'd be." Eddie complimented as y/n raised an eyebrow at him. "Assumed I was going to be bad, did you?" they teased, giggling as Eddie stammered on his words and got flustered. "I'm teasing Eds." they said, eyes widening at the nickname falling out of their mouth. "I'm sorry-" they apologised, now their turn to stutter. "Eds, I like it, it's fine. You should play with us again some time! Maybe help plan the story or something!" he suggested as y/n nodded. "That would be fun, although I don't think it'll be anywhere near as good as yours, dragon master." they complimented back, Eddie going a tint of red. "That's settled then. I gotta get going, I have uh, a deal to do if you know what I mean. See you around y/n/n!" he told y/n, saying goodnight and both getting into their separate cars. Y/n smiled to themself as they got in the car and turned the music on, their Kiss cassette playing. "What's got you so happy?" Dustin questioned, Mike hitting his knee, earning a 'what?'. "Y/n..." he said in a warning tone, y/n ignoring him as they drove off, turning the music louder making Dustin give up.

Damn you, Eddie Munson.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Happy Birthday Remus part 2

Part one Happy Birthday Remus!

Warning : Smut, this is just smut. Minors DNI, Switch!Sirius x Dom!Remus x Sub!Reader

Edging, slight over stimulation kinda idk, oral, food mention and I think that’s all of it

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Summary : Sirius is mad about the little stunt Remus had you pull the day prior, so he breaks Remus’s rules and plays with you how he sees fit. 

Word count :1826

---

You awoke to the sun gently sweeping across your face as you separate yourself from Sirius’s chest. The only thing that could be brighter than that hazy yellow pouring in is the smile you gave while looking at Remus spooning Sirius. His arms wrapped around him tight, like the only security blanket left in the world. Not wanting to interrupt the sweet sight you got up to go get ready by yourself. 

Your legs were quite tender from the night before, not that you were complaining. You made your way to the bathroom to start your routine, but when you stepped over the edge of the tub to take a shower your sore legs betrayed you. With a not too painful, but still solid plop you hit the floor landing on your bum. 

“Ow.”

“Y/N?” A voice resounded in concern.

The sound of rushed pattering made its way to the bathroom. 

“Y/N! Love are you alright?” This time you could tell it was Sirius who asked.

Giggling the whole time you responded, “I’m okay I promise! My legs are just sore from last night.” 

Sirius gave a huff as a reply and simply walked past to fill the tub as an alternative for your certain destruction, while Remus scratched the back of his head and mumbled his apologies before retreating briefly.

Sirius pulled you from the floor and set himself in the tub with you nestled in front of him. You tilted your head back against his shoulder in absolute bliss as he rubbed his hands up and down your thigh.

“Y/N love?”

“Yes darling?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know you enjoy being submissive, but last night taught me not to take advantage of that. Please remember to let me know if I’m pushing your limits.”

“Baby, we have a safe word for a reason! I love you so so much and appreciate you checking in. I promise to let you know if you ever make me uncomfortable. There’s no hard feelings and to be quite honest I definitely prefer when you boys dominate me.”

You shivered as one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other enclosed around your throat pulling your ear to his hypnotic lips. 

“Well that’s good to hear, cause I’d be remiss if I didn’t get to leave you absolutely decimated tonight after your little show yesterday.”

The twang of pleasure that shot straight to your core only increased when the hand that rested on your waist found its way to your clit. 

“Yeah, yesterday you talked a big game, but it looks like you’re already dripping for me puppy.”

You whined softly, but were quickly muted when Sirius’s hand engulfed the lower half of your face. He knew Remus’s rules quite well and touching what belonged to him without permission would certainly get him in trouble. However, the prospect of teasing you all day, toying with Remus’s precious puppy under his nose was thrilling. In short he loved making you squirm. So he wasn’t about to let you ruin his fun so soon.

“None of that now, Moony would hear and ruin our fun for touching you without permission. If you want to cum at all today you’ll be a good puppy and keep your mouth shut and obey. Are we understood?”

You nodded weakly already so close to your release. 

“Aw baby your legs are shaking bet you’re close huh, does my pretty girl wanna cum?”

You let out a muffled yes against his hand and he just chuckled. “Too bad I can hear Remmy coming up the stairs, maybe another time. Remember to be a good puppy.”

Before you even got the chance to pout Sirius released his grip and went back to rubbing your thighs while Remus entered holding a tray with three cups of tea and three plates of leftover chocolate cake. 

“Sorry love, I just thought it would be nice if we had breakfast in the bath.”

“Good thinking Rem, less moving around for her that way. What do you say sweetheart?”

You did your best to hide your guilt and smiled sweetly at the man you adored. 

“Thank you Remmy.”

He just smiled back at you and disrobed so he could join you all in the bath. Sirius didn’t dare make a move while Remus was there and he was much better at hiding the previous occurrence. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable since last night wasn’t exactly gentle and Sirius made sure you were extra sensitive to any touch. You were puddy in his hands, perfectly malleable and so in your tired bleary mind state you only craved to do what was asked of you. Despite it being a conflict of interest between obeying Remus, and obeying Sirius. 

(Remus is clearly the big boss around here, anyway) 

---

Luckily it was a Sunday so you had nowhere else to be, but it was also just as unfortunate considering Sirius would be able to keep you in his clutches. Every time Remus left the room he had his hands on you. Sirius made sure you were adorned in his biggest t-shirt (your usual lounge wear) so he could have easy access without arousing suspicion. His hands always found the most delicate places while his mouth wreaked havoc on your even more so delicate mind. 

“Be quiet sweetheart, don’t want Remus to find out you’re not his good girl, his obedient little puppy.”

“Bet you’re just desperate to cum, I can’t even keep count of how many times I’ve edged you today.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll be generous, come on pup beg for it”

Of course it didn’t matter how many times you would cry out, only for it to be muffled by his hand. He was not planning on giving you what you so desperately needed anytime soon. Sirius loved the sounds he’d pull from you. He was just such a glutton for your punishment. The prospect of breaking Remus’s rules thrilled him, that he was touching what didn’t belong to him. He knew he was risking punishment, but the feeling of you clenching desperately around his fingers only spurred him on.

Meanwhile Remus was confused by your jumpiness and reaction to touch. You had never been like this the day after. Usually all you wanted was to be held and take it easy, but you basically rejected his touch and he was so afraid that he pushed your boundaries too far last night. Poor Remus wasn’t aware of that tight coil in your stomach that Sirius had created, that made any lingering touch almost put you in overload.

You were all settled on the couch and little to his knowledge under the blanket you had covering your lap Sirius was slipping his cock between your wet folds. Course you knew your only job was to sit still and keep him warm, but that didn’t make it any more uncomfortable. You had been denied orgasm time and time again with just his fingers and now his dick was buried deep inside you and you weren’t allowed to move. It was infuriating. 

“Y/N, love? Can you come and cuddle me now please? I’m getting cold over here.”

Sirius’s grip tightened on your waist as a low warning, so you were forced to hang your head and shake your head no.

“Sweetheart did I do something to hurt you last night. Please I feel like you’ve been off all day. If I caused you pain in any way I’ll never forgive myself. What can I do to make it up to you.”

In a rush you got up and straddled Remus’s thigh. You just couldn’t take it anymore and started clutching his shirt and nuzzling your tear filled face side to side against his chest.

“Puppy what’s wrong, what did I do?”

You only shook your head and started rutting against his thigh. Your body acting of its own volition answering for you. 

“Darling hey hey hey slow down what’s going on.” He glanced down and his eyebrows raised at the sight. You were absolutely soaking and he had the new wet patch on his pants to prove it. 

“Daddy I need to cum so bad it hurts.”

He then made eye contact with a very guilty looking Sirius, then decided your needs were much more important than whatever Sirius had to say, he’d deal with him later. 

“What’s wrong precious, what happened pretty girl”

“Siri-” you choked out a sob, “Siri told me he wouldn’t let me cum and he said I wasn’t your good girl and- and daddy it hurts in my belly I need to cum so bad.”

“Oh Y/N you’re always my good girl, my precious pup. Do you want Daddy to make you feel all better? Siri is just a meanie come on let’s go to the bedroom.”

---

Remus had you sprawled out on the bed, making sure your head was supported by Sirius’s lap. His head was between your legs, eating you out like a starved man. Your incessant mewls and whines broke his concentration.

“Come on what do you want love Daddy can fix it for you. Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

You managed a pitiful nod and soon enough your wish was granted. 

Remus kept a steady pace as your fingernails clawed into Sirius’s legs. He could tell by your trembling you were so close.

“Fuck Y/N” Sirius groaned, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you wait so long, but you look so pretty fucked out like that. You’re such a good girl waiting so patiently”

“That’s right puppy, you’re such a good girl taking my cock so well, come on love cum for me.”

As the sweet relief of your climax finally being within reach you sobbed in ecstasy. Your orgasm left you breathless as  the immense pleasure could rival a tidal wave crashing over you. Remus would normally chase his own high, but you had been overstimulated enough so instead he pulled out and stroked his length while eyeing Sirius angrily. Sirius gulped.

Even in your exhausted state you still could use the manners they trained you to have. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course good girls always get to come. Not selfish gits who break my rules though. Tell me pup, how many times did Siri edge you today?”

“I- I lost count, Remmy.”

A wicked grin covered his face, but his fiery gaze remained unyielding.

“That’ll be a good start then, okay pretty girl can you grab the bonds for me? It seems our naughty boy didn’t learn his lesson yesterday.”

How lucky were you, to be taken care of in so many different ways by the two men you adored above all else.

“Yes Daddy”

Before you did what you were told you couldn’t help but relish in the fear and anticipation on Sirius’s face. Wondering, and craving for what would happen next…

---

@thotbutpurple @quindolyn

[yee-fxcking-haw]

a hard dom hitoshi pls?? maybe some rewarding in the end...

SAY NO MORE.

•Love Me Like You•

Summary: Just some Daddy Hitoshi being a hard dom, then getting real sweet.

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x FemReader (both 18+)

Warnings: Dom Hitoshi, Sub reader, Daddy kink (shocking I know), light bondage, impact play, creampie, unprotected sex, mild degradation, mild dumbification, a dash of spit play.

Word Count: 1,816

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Your thighs tremble, unreliable as you kneel. Your wrists ache, bound behind you for what has felt like eternity. Still, you don't move. You sit pretty and shake. 

   Hitoshi's hot breath is on your neck, one hand grasps your hip as the other adjusts the vibrator he's holding against your clit. 

   Your head falls forward and you sniffle against his sweat slicked shoulder. Your cunt honest to god hurts as it clamps around his painfully hard cock.

   Hitoshi came home in a particularly sadistic mood. A very unique kind, though. Whenever he was in this mood, he would usually have your whole body bound, mouth gagged, and your pussy brutalized. Today, however, it was slightly different. 

   Today he was full of authority, he wanted you to obey according to your own free will, he wanted you to be good for the sake of being good. He didn't want you bound, he wanted to feel you squirm, watch you twitch, make you hurt. 

   "D-Daddy, please." You roll your head on his shoulder, crying into his neck as the hand on your hip tightens. 

   "No." His voice is short, harsh, unyielding. 

   You nod and whimper, body driven mad by how long he's had you hanging off the edge. You straddle his lap, impaled by his length as he works his toy against your clit. 

   "Do you really need more? Are you really that fucking greedy?" His voice rumbles in his chest, dripping with disdain. 

   You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a harsh slap to your ass. You choke out a moan, the sting only making you tighten around him, only pushing you closer to the ecstasy he won't let you taste. 

   "Oh baby, I love the way that pussy tells me what you like." He lets out a breathy, condescending laugh before striking you again. 

   "You like that, little one? You like it when I bust your ass for you?" He smooths his hand over the reddened skin, chuckling when you let out a gentle sob as he flicks the speed of the vibrator up. 

   "I- C-Can't hold it." Your body jolts as you stutter out the confession, feeling the first flutters of your orgasm, cursing your disobedient body. 

   "That's a damn shame." He says thoughtfully. 

   Then, just as your body is about to ignite, he rips the vibrator away, then he plants his hand on your chest and pushes you off of his lap. 

   "You were behaving so well, you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" He crawls over you as you collapse onto your back, arms bending uncomfortably behind you. 

   "I'm sorry! Fuck- I'm sorry, it felt too good, it felt too good." Hot tears soak your face as you thrash on the mattress.

   He grabs your jaw with a crushing grip. His eyes are wild, full of rage and impatience. 

   "Then you tell me, you tell me when it feels too good. You do not cum without fucking permission, you got that, slut?" His words drip from his lips like venom, biting and melting your skin. 

   "Yes s-sir." You sniffle, searching his face for even an ounce of mercy. 

   He pulls his hand away a little too fast, only to crack the back of his hand across your face. Your head whips to the side, you can't catch your breath or focus, you barely feel his hands hook under your knees as he pushes your legs up and apart. 

   "You didn't fucking earn this." He says before lining himself up with your dripping cunt, he pushes in with a low groan. 

   His fingers gorge themselves on your legs, his eyes devour your quaking form. You're nothing but clay to him, soft and moldable, anything he wants you to be.

   "What do you say?" He asks, leaning against the backs of your thighs as he settles your legs over each shoulder. 

  "Tha-ank you." Your breath catches when he sinks all the way in, kissing your most sensitive spots with the tip of his thick length. 

   "Is that it, kitten? That the spot that gets you all fucked up?" His tone is mocking as he pulls his hips back. You nod frantically, desperate for him to fill you again. 

   And he does. 

   He fucks into you recklessly, he doesn't hold back in the slightest. He watches you cry and squirm and beg, and he fucking loves it. 

   Your body lights up, every inch of you catches fire as he breathes fire into your limbs. Every thrust in sends new shocks of pleasure to your very soul. All you can do is lay there and take it, especially with your arms bound and your legs so well contained by his body. 

   "You're so well behaved when you've got a cock inside you." He teases, turning his face so he can mouth at your calf. 

   "I wanna be good- wanna be good for you." You admit between sobs and moans, fisting at the sheets behind your back as he decimates your core. 

   Something in him snaps then, something depraved, something feral. He throws your legs off of his shoulders before grabbing you by the hips and flipping you onto your front suddenly. 

   You let him throw you around like the ragdoll you are, whimpering as you push yourself up onto your knees, keeping your back arched how he likes. 

   He growls as his hands slide up the backs of your thighs, his breath is hot on your pussy, taunting you with what could be. 

   "You're a good little whore when you want to be." He spits onto your clit with malice. 

   You turn your head so you can glance back at him, he runs his fingers up through the mess he's made between your legs. His eyes stay on yours as his middle finger plays at your clit, chuckling when you jump and whine. 

   "Beg me for it." He breathes, giving a confident nod down to his pretty dick. 

   "Please- I need it, I'll stay just like this, I'll take it, I promise I'll be so good just please let me have your cock." You blabber, only slightly worried it might be overkill, but your body is screaming for him. 

   His eyebrows raise and his lip twitches into an amused smirk. 

   "You sure look pretty when you're falling apart." He muses as he settles behind you, lining himself up with your hole once again. 

   "Please, please, please." The last plea is a broken, shredded cry. It rips from your throat with a sob as he finally sinks in again, ridding you of the emptiness you feel without him. 

   "You're a terrible little thing." He sighs, his nonchalant tone contrasting harshly with the urgent way he thrusts into you. 

   His pace is immediately merciless, the angle is brilliant, the sensation makes your skin run hot. Your toes curl and your wrists tug at the binds, your body desperate for the kind of freedom only Hitoshi can provide. 

   "Beg. Me. For. It." He barks out, cracking a palm down against your ass. 

   "I feel that cunt squeezin' me, don't you dare cum without asking. Learn a damn lesson for once." He sneers. 

   "P-please, Daddy please, lemme cum on your cock, lemme cum." You gasp out, trying with everything you have to hold off the electric euphoria creeping up your spine. 

   He grabs your wrists with one hand, and your hair with the other. He leans back slightly and lifts your torso up with him, suspending your upper body off of the bed as he hammers away at your weeping center. 

   "Do it, cum on that cock, cum on that fucking cock." His words become hurried and unsteady as he inches towards his own undoing. 

   And then it all shatters. The two of you cry and groan and grab as you fall apart, your sexes pulse and flutter in time, heat consumes you both and it's everything. 

   "That's my girl, that's a good girl." He praises as his hips stutter, slowing into an easy roll as he works you through your orgasms. 

   He lowers you down again as your walls continue to contract around his length as he fills you up beautifully, making you feel so impossibly complete. 

   His mouth is hot and sloppy as he kisses down your spine, making you shiver and arch into him. 

   "You did so good, you're so damn good for me." He smiles against your skin, reveling in the tightness of your cunt around him. 

   His hands work at the binds on your wrists, freeing them almost immediately. You sigh at the relief, letting them fall down as the rest of your body collapses. 

   "Easy, I gotcha." Hitoshi whispers, hands on your sides as he lays you down and slides out of you. 

   He's pulling you into his chest instantly, issing the top of your head as his hands rub soothing lines up and down your sweat soaked back. 

   "Baby, that was so perfect, you were so perfect." He says between soft kisses. 

   "I'm sorry I almost came without permission, it just felt so good." You say, hands clawing at his skin as you bury your face into his neck. 

   "Hey, listen to me." He says sternly, one hand coming up to hold you cheek and force you to make eye contact. 

   "You're not in trouble, I just needed you to listen, you listened so well afterwards." He reassures you. His eyes are soft now, honest and full of safety. 

   "I'd say you even deserve a back rub for being such a good girl." He says, a smile playing at his lips when you light up at the suggestion. 

   "Please?" You ask, voice sweet and eyes full of hope, it makes his heart melt. 

   "Anything, whatever you need." He promises, he gets you settled on the bed after he cleans you with a warm cloth. 

   He throws on a pair of basketball shorts before he straddles the backs of your thighs. You cross your aching arms under your head so you can watch him work. He looks so stunning, all milky skin and lavender hues as, it's absolutely mesmerizing. 

   "Thank you, Daddy." You sigh as he presses his lotion covered hands into your tight muscles. 

   He smoothes and rubs, working every bit of pain and tension out of you. 

   "Thank you, for being so damn good, kitten." 

   He takes his time with you, capable hands work with soft lips as he loves the aches out of your body. He brings you back down so sweetly, easing you into such a warm fuzzy headspace. Soon, your wrapped in his clothes, drifting into sleep as he whispers sweet nothings into your freshly washed hair. 

   Hitoshi is nothing short of heaven on earth, you're sure of that. He could be so rough, so demanding, but god he could be so soft, so caring. You love him for that, you always will.

[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner Masterlist

Masterlist Of My Works

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: When Steve Rogers woke up from the ice in 2011, he thought that there was no longer any hope for love. Anybody that he had previously known was either dead or in the nursing home, including his beloved Peggy Carter. 2012’s Battle of New York brought many new things to Steve. His team, his returned sense of duty, but most importantly, Y/N Y/L/N, the girl that would change his future.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cussing, smut, virgin!Steve, virgin!Reader, Dom!Steve, sub!Reader, actress!Reader, marriage, pregnancies, character death (not Steve or the Reader though).

A/N: This is going to be LONG. Not slow burn, but just long in general. I’m going to be going from Avengers 1 to Avengers: Endgame. Also, the reader being an actress is not too big of a plot point, I just wanted a job where she was often in the public eye.

Status: Incomplete - 49/50

* = Includes smut

Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Chapter 2: The Call

Chapter 3: The First Date

Chapter 4: The Goodnight Kisses

Chapter 5: The Friends

Chapter 6: The Big Three Words

Chapter 7: The Old Partner

Chapter 8: The Sleeping Arrangements

Chapter 9: The Moving Day

Chapter 10: The First Time*

Chapter 11: The Morning After

Chapter 12: The Experimentation*

Chapter 13: The Separation

Chapter 14: The Spooky Surprise

Chapter 15: The Naughty List*

Chapter 16: The Video Call*

Chapter 17: The Emergency Visit

Chapter 18: The Secret

Chapter 19: The Proposal

Chapter 20: The Celebration*

Chapter 21: The Bridezilla

Chapter 22: The Party Crasher

Chapter 23: The Simple Life

Chapter 24: The Last Night Of Freedom*

Chapter 25: The Wedding Day

Chapter 26: The Consummation*

Chapter 27: The Honeymoon

Chapter 28: The Accords

Chapter 29: The Positive In The Negative

Chapter 30: The Best Uncle

Chapter 31: The Nine Long Months

Chapter 32: The Baby Blues

Chapter 33: The Special Wish

Chapter 34: The Reunion

Chapter 35: The Decimation

Chapter 36: The Heart To Heart

Chapter 37: The Reconnection

Chapter 38: The Shower Of Affection*

Chapter 39: The Denial

Chapter 40: The Anger

Chapter 41: The Bargaining

Chapter 42: The Depression

Chapter 43: The Acceptance

Chapter 44: The Second Chance

Chapter 45: The Kiss For Good Luck*

Chapter 46: The Inevitable

Chapter 47: The Aftermath

Chapter 48: The Final Mission

Chapter 49: The Past And The Present

Don’t forget to leave feedback if you have any!❤️

[fairy-writes]

FairyTailWzard’s New Annual tradition!

2020’s Top 10 List Part One!

So here’s a list that no one asked for of the top 10 anime series I watched this year. I wanted to put this in no particular order but I figured I might as well.  I’ll also be doing my top 10 fanfics from this year and my top 10 books I read this year so stay tuned for parts 2 and 3!

10.) RWBY

Uuuggghhh I really didn’t wanna put this on here… but I really didn’t watch much this year so I had to I guess :(((

I’m really not liking this right now… if my blog wasn’t sort of popular because of my rwby oneshots I’d consider just dropping the anime all together….

(I’m seriously debating on whether to watch the new season or not)

Honestly, the only thing bringing me back is my unhealthy love for Ozpin, Torchwick, and Ironwood.

Honestly, I’d give this show about a 3 or 4/10…

I used to love it so much but I think the quality of writing is going down and the show is trying to be too many things at once that I’m just losing interest.

9.) My Hero Academia

Why is this so low you may ask? Well, cause I think my main hype coming from this is the manga.

Yes I love the show, the animation studio is freaking amazing and the quality of animation never ceases to amaze me. But I love the manga a bit more.

This will probably jump up in rating around season 5 or 6 but for right now I’ll leave it in the 9th spot :)

8.) Sirius the Jaeger

Oh my GOSH, I want a second season so bad. One of my favorite OC’s I’ve ever made was for this anime (it’s Idris Tana btw) and I actually commissioned artwork for her recently and it’s SO PRETTY.

Anyway getting off-topic, the animation of this show and again with the dark and grittiness of it is what drew me in.

Actually, my late grandma and also my great aunt tagged me in a Facebook post with the trailer when it first came out cause they saw vampires and thought I would like it and that's what got me into this show in the first place.

So thank you grandma and auntie!

But I absolutely adore the soundtrack, the mix of orchestral pieces mixed with the more electro-kinda-vibes is my life (seriously go listen to “The Beginning of the Hunting” it changed my life, as an orchestra and cello geek it made my heart so happy)

7.) Tokyo Ghoul season 1-3

Ok, I’m currently reading the manga after I’ve seen the anime and lemme tell you I wish they didn’t censor the anime so much.

I can’t even find an uncensored version anymore and it makes me so upset.

The darkness and goriness of the manga is what appealed to me in the first place (yes I get weird looks for it, no I will not change my mind)

Kaneki is my CHILD and he CANNOT do any wrong. I don’t care who you are I love him

6.) Ajin: Demi-Human

Uuuggghhh to be honest the anime is kinda meh but my love for the manga is so great I am legally obligated to put this here.

Don’t get me wrong, the animation and soundtrack for this show is phenomenal and I think they got Satou down pat.

But they did dumb down and cut out a lot of interesting scenes. Scenes like how Satou takes down some of his opponents (which I can see why... many American viewers would most likely get offended by it… you manga readers know what scene i mean)

Nagai Kei turns into a bit of a whiny character instead of the smart but exasperated teenager I know and love in the manga is the anime version of Kei going to bite off his own fingers in order to climb a wall into a military base?? Definitely not. Would manga-Kei do that? Well, he already did… so... yes..,

Nakano Kou is still kind of funny but he is so much more fascinating in the manga (his backstory breaks my heart).

5.) Bungou Stray Dogs

Another new one that I was actually recommended by my friend @bright-like-the-sun-00 :) I ended up watching it originally in dub but then went back and rewatched it in sub because I love my children so much.

Chuuya is my bean and I love my OC that I created Charlie Dickens :)

(if you guys could go read her story I’d be eternally grateful).

Anyway!

This show has a fantastic cast in both Japanese and English and the music score is one of my favorites. The characters are so wonderfully hilarious and interesting and fhajxbqbaka I love this show okay??

4.) Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

I actually put this off for YEARS because my oldest step-brother kept saying I should watch it. At this point, I was refusing out of spite cause I’m petty like that. But I finally started watching and-

HOLY-

GUYS

I have never gotten so attached to a character (cough cough Giyuu) so quickly.

I have been listening to Gurenge and Kamado Tanjiro no Uta on repeat for literal weeks now and I still grin like an idiot when listening to them. I also have a potential OC/crossover coming out soon sooooo…. stay tuned??

I also broke my sister cause I showed her a post that said national donut day and had a picture of Rengoku on it… I didn’t understand it until she explained it to me and now I cackle every time I think about it.

3.) Jujutsu Kaisen

@plusultranerd​ got me into this blame her for the future spamming of your dashboards

GUYS GOJO SATORU IS MY LIFE NO QUESTIONS ASKED

He could literally murder me and I’d thank him. He is the prettiest anime character I have EVER SEEN and I love him so much.

Anyway anime. The show got my attention from the get-go. Itadori is such a fun main character and Megumi is me cause you know dogs.

I think I saw an ad for it and since I have Crunchyroll I figured why not and fell in love with it

AND THE ENDING SONG

BEST ENDING EVER YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND

I put it on sometimes so me and my sister just start jamming out to it and we get the stupidest looks and it is amazing

2.) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Another anime that I will rewatch over and over again until literally the end of time. Also, another series that I’ve already read/or am reading the manga.

Alphonse Eric is my cinnamon roll you can pry him from my cold dead hands.

I have cold hands and no heart by holy heck my BOY

I actually am buying the special edition hardback manga covers that are coming out and I LOVE THEM

THEY ARE SO PRETTY

Am I talking about the characters or the manga?

My answer is yes

Anyway, all of the characters in this are so wonderfully complex and have motivations and i fall in love with 99% of the characters (except for Shou Tucker, I even like Father actually)

1.)  Death Parade

This has got to be one of my top favorite anime of ALL TIME.

I rewatched it early this year and this is one of the very few anime that will get me to cry and this makes me cry every freaking time.

The music is stunning, the animation is magnificent.

For being based on an animated short film, this has such potential for a second season and such a complex storyline was packed into 12 episodes.

I will forever recommend this anime to literally anyone who is looking for something new to watch.

I’m also noticing I have a thing for white-haired male anime characters with really pretty eyes….. Kaneki… Gojo… Decim...

Honorable mentions!

Darker than Black

I didn’t rewatch the whole thing this year but this anime is literally my life. Hei is such a bean and I love him.

Hunter x Hunter

Another anime i didn't rewatch completely but still adore :) I heard they’re continuing it and I’m excited for the dark continent arc!

Dororo

Technically i watched this late 2019 but whatever; I do what I want. The animation was absolutely gorgeous and I loved the gritty darkness of it. Mio will forever be my favorite character; you cannot change my mind. Some parts I did find a bit boring but overall I’d rate this a solid 6/10!

The Devil is a Part-Timer!

I rewatched parts of it and not the whole thing, I also have the first two volumes of the light novels and I forget how funny it is until I actually watch it. It has me laughing every time and never fails to put a smile on my face :)

[nomadmilk]

Why the God Isn’t Bored on Midgard - Loki x F!Reader Drabble - 9

Summary: With Ragnarok decimating Asgard, Thor and Loki and their people return to Earth searching for refuge. Everyone else has seemed to settle, except for Loki - the God of Mischief and Chaos - who isn’t willing to live the domesticated Midgard life, and getting utterly bored out of his mind… Until he discovered you.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Rated M/18+. Loki in a sex shop. Thirsty friend. Strong mentions of Dom/Sub, and bondage implications.

Author’s Note: He could have just conjured up some toys if he wanted to, right?

Here are the other parts to the series: Part 1     Part 2 Part 3     Part 4 Part 5     Part 6 Part 7     Part 8    Part 8.5 Part 9

Walking around the shop was good enough to stop the tremble in your legs; standing was becoming difficult since you and Loki started being more than just roommates and living together.

If you weren’t sorting out stock in the back, your leg muscles would start feeling like jelly. If you weren’t reorganizing the bra and lingerie sets on the displays, you could feel your knees start giving in. And the worst, if you weren’t doing anything at all, the dull pain of your joints would start setting off all those things at the same time.

It made you slightly flustered, as it was a constant reminder of Loki, and his stamina.

Your colleagues were suspicious. You had just finished your starting weeks, and you were working harder than they’ve ever seen you before. The manager of the day had given you a few more tasks out of your request, and you even insisted in any extra training you could do today. They doubted it was to get a promotion, since you just began working there, so they assumed it was for a needed raise.

But, little did they know what you’d been doing. It was good that they didn’t know; you knew how fast workplace gossip spreads.

On the other hand, that didn’t stop them from bombarding you with questions.

You were asked to man the till with the staff member you had grown closer with, and she had been prying you for the past fifteen minutes in between re-labelling the desk products and serving customers.

“What’s up with you?”

You were in the middle of placing some money in the till, thanking the customer with a receipt. “What do you mean what’s up with me?”

She relaxed, leaning forward on her elbows and glancing up at you by your side. “I mean, is there something wrong? You seem to be flying through the shelves today.”

“Me?” You pick up the labeller, changing its words, and placing new stickers on some mini vibrators. “I-I’m just working as normal. And, no, there’s nothing wrong… I’m just getting along with my day, y’know?”

Your legs were beginning to twitch.

Having sex with Loki felt like you had been waiting for it since he arrived in the apartment for the first time. It felt good. The whole night felt so good. You felt ridiculous when you woke up this morning, finding out that your entire lower region was shaking. Despite it all, you still had a life to live, and you couldn’t be distracted with Loki and sex, especially at work.

“You sure?” She asks.

“Yup.” You continue stamping on labels.

She looks at you, up and down. “Uh-huh.”

About to remark her nosy attitude and tone, you’re interrupted by another customer.

“Excuse me.”

Both of your eyes snap up to see Loki.

“Loki!” You gasp, dropping the labeller. Your colleague swears under her breath. “Uh – I mean – Hi, sir, how can I help you?”

His irises seem greener and more iridescent than ever as he squints at you, questioning the address. He’s dressed in his usual smart casual wear; a buttoned shirt with the collar loosened, black fitted trousers and, telling by the slight click on the ground as he shifts, his signature raven wingtips.

As always, he out dressed everyone in the room.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your colleague recover from the jump, picking up the labeller that had clattered to the ground, and shoving it away in a shelf underneath the till. She rapidly straightened up, entranced by him. When you took a quick glimpse around the store, there were a few ladies that were peering, or more so ogling, his way.

Loki knew how handsome he was already. But the awed gazes gave his smirk an egotistical accent.

You roll your eyes.

Although you were surprised by Loki’s appearance, you were confused as to why he was here at your workplace. You and him rarely see each other, intentionally or accidentally, outside of the apartment, anyway. So, what was he doing here?

As if he had read your mind, he places his basket in front of you. “May I have a bag with these?”

“Of course.” You reply. Reaching for one of the pink bags, your colleague snags one from under the desk and preps it for you. She grins widely at you, eyes flitting back and forth from both you and the tall god.

Clearing your throat, you focus on the till screen as your hand attains the first item out of the basket; lube.

“That’s a good brand.” Your colleague chimes, gulping. “…Are you Asgardian, by any chance?”

“Yes, I am.” He responds. The scanner beeps. “I’ve been told that might help ease things in a little better.”

The lube bagged, you could practically hear your colleague’s thoughts scream as she looks at you. You clench your jaw, death glares telling her to control herself.

Regardless of the annoyance, you blush slightly, knowing fully well how blessed Loki’s lower regions were, and what they were capable of.

But you wanted to remain professional, so you resumed scanning his items like the customer he was.

You pick up the next product; a restraint kit.

Heart stopping, your death glares turn to Loki. He bares his teeth, watching the glow of your embarrassment as you hesitate to read the contents.

“Wow.” Your colleague chimes in again, gawking a little at the same box. “Are you – uh – into bondage?”

Legs beginning to tremble, you try to keep them still by locking your knees. You scan the box, and it’s bagged.

Loki nods, poised. “It’s just something my darling and I are interested in exploring. She’s unsure, but I’m hoping these will win me her favour.”

Your friend was still enthusiastic. “We have novice packs, actually, if the two of you have just started? The one you got is the advanced pack – spank paddles, bed binds, and all.”

“Oh?” He glances at you. “Yes, I did see the other packs, but she did express interest in being tied up, so I thought I’d buy the pack that might, uh… Maximise the experience.”

If there was an opportunity to kick Loki, you would have taken it, but the stupid desk was in the way. He knew what he was doing; the smirk, the composure, you’d seen it before, and it was getting easier to spot it every time. Despite it all, the most infuriating thing every time, was how he could do it all with such a courteous demeanour.

Even though your sense of work ethic overrode your reactions for the time being, you were still feeling your palms and neck sweat a little. Your views on his behaviours had changed, and instead of finding them extremely aggravating, it was starting to turn you on.

“Okay.” Your friend nods, impressed. “… Would you be interested in our ‘Dom and Sub’ line?- Oh!”

A dark rosewood lingerie set was held in your hands by the hanger. Searching for the tag, you find its size before the barcode; perfect to fit you. Upon closer inspection, the set was held together by strings of red, and patches of beautifully patterned mesh.

Your eyes widen; there were cuts, providing an opening for your intimate parts.

“Do you have this in any other colour?” Loki asks, pointing at the set as you scan it.

“I think there might be more at the back.” Taking the opportunity to escape, you answer, setting the lingerie aside. “Let me just-“

“Oh, no, I’ll do it.” Your colleague winks, rubbing your shoulders and pulling you back before zipping off. “I’ll even get the matching suspenders and stockings, if you’d like?”

Loki tilts his head, approving the offer. “That would be wonderful.”

You sigh, dragging your eyes to Loki.

You lean over the counter to shout-whisper at him. “What are you doing here?”

“You wanted to know more about me, Y/N. I’m just providing you with more information.”

“Like, what?” You grab the scarlet bra and panties and shake it at him. “This doesn’t tell me anything about you. It just tells me that-… That you like this stuff.”

Loki frowns in confusion. “Yes, exactly. I thought you’d look gorgeous being ravished in it.”

Conflicting emotions of arousal and rage beckons to act on one or the other. Loki had a knack of being able to say the right thing, even if it was the wrong place and time, and still get away with it.

You let go of the garment, flopping it onto the surface.  

You take a deep breath. “Loki, I-I never asked what your kinks were.”

“But I like knowing yours.” His lighthearted exterior fades, but there’s a twinkle in his gaze. “You need to stop blushing, my love. You’re giving me too many thoughts.”

Words echoing, you freeze. Your heart seemed to tremble underneath his gaze, and his velvet voice had taken yours away.

Using the back of your palms, you feel the heat of your cheeks.

Your colleague returns, hearing her footsteps behind you and being beside you again. She arranges the new colors of the garment in front of him. “Here you are.”

Like a switch, his false kind smile is back, and his laugh is refreshing. “Wow, thank you for this.”

“Okay, so the wine-reddish one you have is the ‘Little Lust Red’, but we also have this navy blue one here – it’s called ‘Baby, be my Daddy Blue’ – Or this one-“ – she surveys the tag of the third – “- it’s ‘Good girl for my Highness Green’, this one’s kind of special – it has some pearl detail, as you can see.”

Did she have to say the color names out loud?

You try to evade the conversation, concentration back on the till screen, as if it was of any importance. Your foot taps repeatedly on the tiled floor, ignoring Loki’s agonising scrutiny of the lingerie before him. You made the mistake of glancing at the pretty sets, then checking Loki, thumb pressed on his bottom lip in thought.

Loki looks at you, dressing and undressing you in them in his mind, one by one. The red would be stunning on you, although the blue had a shade of innocence on you that made it more gratifying to ruin, but the green… The string of pearls served as a replacement of cloth for your most intimate and sensitive area. And the thought of the beads brushing your clit, with it’s cold and smooth surface, was making Loki think of your warm body indulging in all the senses and stimulation he could give you.

“I’d be delighted in taking all of them, if I’m not being too greedy.” He says.

Your colleague, beaming from ear to ear, scans them for you, folding and stashing them away in the bag with the rest. “Amazing, I’ll just pop that in there for you…”

Your colleague glances at you, signalling for the total cost and receipt. On autopilot, you make the transaction with Loki, letting your colleague do most of the customer service chatting for you.

You stare at the bag in his grasp. The lingerie sets were gorgeous, and it wouldn’t take a lot of convincing on Loki’s part to make you wear them; lace was a fabric that you grew to enjoy the texture of, and their design made you curious to see how they’d frame you and your physique.

You wondered how Loki would react once he saw you in them.

“Pretty cool names, huh, Y/N?” Your colleague nudges you. “I was curious as to what he was, and I had to think it up on the spot-“

“Wait- wha-“ You blink, turning to her. “What do you mean you made them-“

She was glowing. “I wasn’t sure, but I had to know!” She peers outside the shop door, even though the God of Mischief was no longer within sight.

You follow her, trying to make sure she stays inside. “Had to know, what?”

She raises a brow at you. “He’s definitely hot, and definitely a Dom – total, total Dom! – God, I’m jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Whoever he’s screwing tonight – She is going to be spoilt rotten.”

[illfoandillfie]

Quiet In The Library 3

SERIES MASTERLIST

Request: Pretty please can you do a quiet in the library part 3 ?? 😁your writing is Top Notch I looovve the way you write roger! Congrats on 1000 followers you deserve them all!!! 💕💕 

Please can u write more about quiet in the library ? This is so fucking good I’m super fan 🥺 maybe reader can be a little cocky for once like teasing him at a show or something then Roger get his revenge visiting her again 🥰 if you don’t feel it that alright, I love ur writing anyway !!! (Probably one of the best at writing smut especially) 

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, public sex, library sex, spanking, unprotected sex, 

Words: 2777

A/N: Written as part of my 1000 follower celebration, I got 2 requests for this one! I’ve been meaning to do a QITL 3 for a while and actually planned to have dom!reader in it but that was before I felt comfortable writing dom!reader and I kept putting it off so maybe I’ll write a QITL 4 at some point 🤷‍♀️

Taglist:  @laedymoon​​​​  @dtfrogertaylor​​​​   @ezmina98​​​​  @vee-ndetta​​​​ @atomic-watermelon​​​​ @kellypenac​​​​ @labessieisallama​​​​ @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr​​​​ @drowseoftaylor​​​​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​

When Roger called and invited you to watch him play you were excited for two reasons. Number one, you genuinely enjoyed the music and watching the boys play was always a good time, especially now they’d found a slightly larger audience to play for. And, number two, you felt like you could get a little payback. You’d spent weeks of work unable to think of anything but the ways Roger had used you among the non-fiction shelves. There was a small stain on the carpet in the back row, a lingering souvenir from Roger’s last visit, and every time you saw it you were hit by a flurry of memories and the sudden need to get off. It was only fair for you to give him a taste of his own medicine and after all, this was essentially Roger’s workplace, unconventional is it was. So, with that in mind, you got ready in an outfit that could only be described as the complete opposite of your workwear. There was no room for knee length skirts or smart ponytails. Instead you opted for a short skirt and a plunging neckline. You let your hair down and did your makeup, anything to make Roger hot under the collar. 

They were still setting up when you arrived and headed backstage, but you caught Roger’s eye and blew him a kiss.   “Well look at you. Very different to last time I saw you,” he said as he came over and hugged you in greeting.   “Yes well, that’s what you get for visiting me at work. I told you that was the least sexy outfit I owned.”  “And what does that make this outfit?”  “Well I thought it was definitely one of my sexier options, wouldn’t you say?” you twirled a strand of hair around your finger as you spoke.  “I might go so far as to call it slutty.”  “Bit rude –”  “I said might!”  “But not completely incorrect.”  At that moment Brian walked over, “Rog c’mon we’re- oh Y/N! Hi,”  “Hey Bri,” you gave him a quick hug too, hoping Roger was looking at your short skirt riding up as you pushed yourself onto tiptoes.  “We were just discussing Y/N’s outfit. Seems out sweet little librarian is in the mood to pick up,”  “Thanks Bri for telling him about my job, by the way, so glad he knows now.”  Brian rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Sorry. I was drunk and it slipped out.”  “How’d you even find out? I never told anyone,”  “Saw you there a few months ago. Kept meaning to ask you about it but it always slipped my mind.”  “Yeah well, this one,” you jerked your thumb at Roger, “has been a right shit about it,”  “You love it,” Roger said with a grin, “anyway Bri, what’d you want?”  “Oh shit, yeah. We’ve gotta go get ready. Are you gonna be here after the show?”  “Course she will be. Unless she finds some poor bloke to take home,”  “I’ll be here, front row the whole time. Wouldn’t miss your show for the best lay in the world.”  “That’s cause the best lay’s up there playing,” Roger winked at you and then he and Brian disappeared behind a door leaving you to head out to the crowd and take your spot up front.  

It was useless to try and get Roger’s attention while he played. Between sitting at the back of the stage, his shithouse eyesight, and his complete focus on playing, there was no chance in hell he’d even be able to see you let. Instead you got yourself a drink and settled in to watch the show, chatting occasionally to a excited girl beside you. She’d snuck out for the night just to see them and maybe try to hit on Roger.  You looked her up and down, “Roger is very cute. Shame really,”  “What’s a shame?  “You haven’t heard? Roger’s already got a girlfriend. Hopelessly devoted to her apparently,” you sighed for dramatic effect, “I heard he’s been looking at rings and everything. Shame the rest of us can’t have a shot with him, but at least the other three are still single.”  “Oh,” she looked disappointed but you saw her eyes flick from John to Freddie to Brian and back again as if she were comparing her options, “Thanks for the heads up.” She turned back to the stage, her eyes now glued to the bassist. That was your competition taken care of, although there was bound to be more of them out there. 

As soon as the music stopped you made your way backstage again and latched onto Roger’s arm. For the rest of the night you were basically glued to him, making it very obvious you wanted him. You even went so far as to sit on his lap at one point, intentionally wriggling your arse against his crotch in an attempt to make him hard.  “Thought you wanted to score tonight?” he asked you while the others were distracted, “why’re you hanging round here?”  “Maybe I want something specific, something I don’t think just anyone could give me,”  “Alright love, I know what you’re doing,”  “Other than trying to get you alone?”  “This is a shitty attempt at payback, isn’t it?”  “I don’t know what you mean,” you hoped you didn’t sound too obvious.  “You made it so obvious,” he laughed.  “All I’m trying to do is get laid Rog. I have a late start tomorrow cause I’m on locking up duty and I thought I might have some fun,”  “You think you’re being clever but I’m on to you,”  “Ugh fine. I should have just let that slut from the crowd have you,”  “What slut?”  You waved your hand like you were shooing away a fly, “Just this chick I got talking to. She came here wanting to fuck you but I convinced her to go after Deaky instead. Told her you already had a girl.”  “Are you kidding?”  “Nope,” you laughed, “might have also told her you were looking to propose to your girlfriend.”  “Y/N! Christ you’re going to ruin my chances with every girl that comes to our shows. If that rumour spreads I swear to god.”  “Oh it’ll be fine. There’ll be plenty who don’t care how married you are.”  “Thats not the point! God you’re really in for it now.”  You rolled your eyes and stood up, “Well, I guess I’m gonna go home then since you’ve ruined my fun. I’ll see you next time, say bye to the others for me.” 

The next day work went without a hitch. There was no sign of Roger at all, although you were so busy all day he completely slipped your mind. It wasn’t until you were getting ready to lock up that you remembered his promise to get back at you. You moved to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED and managed to reach it just as Roger pushed it open.  “We’re closed Rog,”  “You talking the library or your legs?” he said as he barged inside.  You stepped out of his way, shutting the door behind him. As soon as you turned away from the door he had you pushed up against the wall, one hand beside your head so he was leaning into your personal space.  “Told you I was going to come back,”  “You did,”  “Was that what you were trying to get last night? Missed being a dirty slut for me and decided to get all dressed up to remind me you’ve got a cunt with my name on it?”  “No, I got all dressed up to try and fuck you in your workplace,”  “Didn’t turn out that way though.”  he dropped his other hand towards your thigh, “lift it up for me.”  Without thinking you grabbed your skirt and pulled it up.  Roger laughed, “I swear you get easier every time I come here. Undo those buttons I wanna see your tits.”  His fingers landed on your pussy and you hurried to do as he asked, letting your skirt fall over his wrist as you pulled each button loose until your shirt was open to your midriff, the bottom of it still tucked into your skirt.  “Good girl,” he said softly, moving both hands to your chest, pushing your shirt aside and teasing your nipples, “but being a slut for me now isn’t going to change last night. You need a lesson in who’s in charge here. Bend over your desk.”  You whined as he tugged your nipples before letting you go and pushing you towards your desk.  

You placed your palms flat on the desk, bent at the waist, and waited.  “No. Down,” he pressed on your back until you buckled, your chest pressed against the smooth surface as your moved your arms to hold onto the opposite edge. There was a rustle of fabric as Roger pushed your skirt up again, exposing your arse to the room.  “You’re already wet,” he didn’t sound surprised. He didn’t touch you, either. It was what you wanted most, just a light touch on your hip even, but he refused, instead running his fingers along the edge of the desk. Over the pamphlets about the Dewey Decimal System, tapping lightly against the jar your pens were standing in, until he came to rest on a book left there earlier. You weren’t sure what it was but it seemed to interest Roger. He picked it up, flipped through a few pages, examined the hard cover, tested how well he could hold it in one hand.   “Keep count,” was the only warning you got before he brought the book down against your arse.  “Shit, one,”  “Speak up. You’re closed remember, no one around to hear you except me.”  “Two,”  “Who’s in charge here?”  “You are Sir. Three,”  He kept spanking you with the book and you kept counting, the sting only getting worse with each one. You hissed through your teeth at a particularly hard smack, trying to remember which number you were up to when you heard a noise outside. A woman’s heels clicking against the concrete pavement.  “I thought you were closed,” Roger said softly, dropping his raised arm, the book falling to cover the bulge in his jeans.  “We are. Fuck Rog, hide,” you stood and tugged your shirt back into place, though there was no hope of getting all the buttons done up. Roger straightened the back of your skirt just as the door was pushed open and a woman wearing the same uniform as you stepped inside.  “Y/N, you’re still here?”  “Just finishing locking up, Kathy, what are you doing back?”  “Oh I just finished the groceries and realised I left my book here,”  “You mean this one?” you took the book from Roger, stepping in front of him in the hopes Kathy wouldn’t notice his dilemma, “I wondered who it belonged to. Lucky I didn’t chuck it in with the rest of the returns,”  “Y/N, who’s this?”  “I’m Roger,” he said sticking out his hand from behind you. You could have hit him as you tried to remember which hand he’d used to touch your pussy.   “He’s a friend of mine.”  “Was in the area and thought I’d off Y/N a lift home since it’s already dark out.”  “Well that’s nice of you,” Kathy’s eyes flicked from your unbuttoned and ruffled shirt to Roger, half standing behind you, to you flushed cheeks to the book she was holding, “At work Y/N? Kinky. Just don’t leave any stains or anything.”  “I don’t know what you mean Kathy,”  “Mmhmm, you can explain it to me tomorrow then, I’ll leave you to it.” She left with a last look at Roger and a chuckle.  

As soon as the door was shut behind her you turned around and slapped Roger’s shoulder, “you knob! Louder there's no one to hear but me,” your shitty imitation of his voice made Roger laugh, “almost got caught with my arse out.”  “Well at least you still had knickers on.”  “Gee thanks. Kathy totally knew what was going on though, and now she’s going to badger me for details and I’m going to have to make her swear not to tell anyone.”  “Geeze you’re secretive. So what if she knows?”  “So what? I don’t want my co-workers to know about my sex life thanks. Especially not about us having sex here. I hope your happy,”  “Not really. In case you didn’t realise I’ve got this boner that needs taking care of.”  “Even after nearly getting caught?”  “Love, nearly getting caught only made it harder.”  “Jesus,”  Roger laughed, “oh c’mon, don’t act like you weren’t turned on by it too. Remember when you gave me head and the person was on the other side of the shelves?”  “Vividly,”  “I bet you do. I bet you think about it while you finger yourself. Maybe think about that person coming round the shelf and watching while I fucked your throat,” he backed you up against the desk as he spoke, the edge of it pressing into your arse as he pressed his hard-on into your thigh.  You whimpered, unable to resist his demanding tone.   “You want me to fuck you?”  “Please,”  “Hop up on the desk for me. Gonna fuck you right here where you sit every day. Where your co-workers sit Where your boss sits.” His hands were on your waist as you wriggled back onto the desk, “I know how blushy and wet you get from being in the back rows where I’ve used you before. But those places are too easy to avoid. I want you to think about what I do to you from the moment you get to work to the moment you leave. I want my cock to be on your mind constantly. I want to be able to walk in here and know that you’re already wet for me.” Once more he pushed your skirt up, exposing you completely when he impatiently tugged your underwear off, “I want you to sit down in the morning and remember how good it feels,” he quickly undid his fly and pushed his pants down, “to be full,” he dragged his cock along your folds making your breath hitch, “of me.”  You let out a squeaky, “oh!” as he entered you, one hand slipping behind your back to hold you up as his other grabbed your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hooked your ankle around him as best you could when he pulled back and sank into you again.   “Fuck,” you whined as he thrust into you again.  “Louder.”  You shook you head, trying not to moan.  “C’mon, I know you want to. It’s your one chance to be loud here, not going to waste it are you?”  “Rog,”  “Louder. Want you loud enough to draw a fucking crowd.”  You gave in, moaning wantonly as he fucked you harder.  “That’s it, let everyone hear what a whore you are,” he was panting, “rub your clit.”  Your breath hitched as you followed his direction and found your clit, circling it with your thumb. You could feel the pressure building, only strengthened as Roger leaned into your neck and began sucking at your skin. A string of moans and whined expletives tumbled from your lips and you weren’t sure you’d have been able to turn the volume down even if Roger had demanded it. All you could do was cry out as you hit your release. Roger continued to pound into you, half to keep your high going and half to reach his own. Even as your orgasm subsided, leaving you with a few lingering aftershocks and a heightened sensitivity, he kept going, his breath coming in rough pants. It took you whining his name for him to finally cum, biting down on your throat. 

“Jesus Rog,” you said softly when he finally let you hop off the desk, “what are you, a fucking vampire?”  “God could you imagine how hot I’d be?”  “Alright Dracula, calm down. Can you hand me those tissues over there?”  “How come?”  “So I can clean up the mess we’ve made,” you pointed at the desk where a small puddle of evidence remained.  “What do you have to do before you’re finished closing up?”  “Umm, make sure the windows are shut and back room is locked. Then I’ve just gotta get the lights and lock the front door. Tissues?” you impatiently stuck out your hand.  “You don’t need tissues because you’re going to lick it up like a good little slut. And then, if you’re lucky, I’ll take you back to mine and make you beg for more.” 

[missnighttigress]

We Can Do It In Vegas

REPOSTING DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES! Characters: Tony Stark, Fem!Tony Stark, Natasha Stark, Toni Stark, Iron Woman, Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Captain America

Pairing: Toni Stark x Steve Rogers (Stony or Stoni)

Word Count: 6,994

Summary: It didn’t take Natasha Stark much to convince Steve Rogers to have a spur-of-the-moment, iron-clad, star-spangled destination wedding in Las Vegas. Weddings are supposed to be sappy and sentimental, but Toni wouldn’t be Toni if she didn’t try to fluster the super soldier until he couldn’t take it anymore. How exactly is that going to go over with her new husband?

Warnings: 18+ Readers only, smut, Dom/sub tones, some cursing so mild language, some fluff, teasing, slight denial if you look hard enough

A/N: This was a fic that was part of @becaamm‘s Valentine’s Day Challenge. I asked for the prompt of “We can do it in Vegas,” and this delectable little piece just flowed right onto the paper. It’s been a while since I wrote something so sultry and downright sexy, and initially I wasn’t that pleased with it until I read it out loud. Please let me know what you think! All comments (and criticisms) are appreciated!

Lithe arms stretched out as Natasha Stark rolled off her super soldier lover. Her chest rose and sank heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, head and body reeling from the salacious activities that had just taken place. Wiggling around on her side of the bed beside Steve Rogers, she could hear the popping of some of her ligaments.

“I think I’m gonna have to hit the gym with you,” she whined, twisting to the side as her back popped. “Either that or start taking multivitamins like an old woman. My body just isn’t what it used to be.”

Steve grunted in acknowledgement.

Milk chocolate eyes peeked through long lashes at his face. Baby blue hues were fixated on the ceiling in deep concentration. She waved a hand in front of his face, and he blinked down to her with a grin. “Hey, doll.

“Hey yourself,” she murmured, snuggling up against his side and tossing an arm over his chest. “What’s got your star spangled Spanx in a bunch?”

His hand came up and weaved his fingers through her own. With minimal effort, he pulled her hand closer into view where he could stare down at the radiantly sparkling jewel donning her left ring finger. “Just can’t wait to make you my wife is all,” he whispered, lips brushing over her knuckles.

Her lips curled into a soft smile before it faded. They had been through hell together. They defended Earth against an alien invasion, stopped the world destruction from her own robot creation and his army, and even went toe-to-toe with each other. When it came to Thanos, they weren’t able to stop him...and she almost died in space. Since being reunited, they hadn’t been able to get enough of each other. Even how fast the engagement came was quite a shock.

They determined that they were going to take their time though, maybe put the wedding off for a year or so. Rushing in so soon after the decimation probably wouldn’t be fair to everyone else.

Then again...the wedding wasn’t for everyone else, was it?

Her eyes grew wide as an idea popped into that genius mind of hers. She perked up, drawing Steve’s attention away from the ceiling and onto her. “We can do it in Vegas.”

“What?”

Pure excitement pulsed through her veins as she jolted up out of bed, sitting cross-legged and holding onto her knees. “Steve, it’s perfect! Let’s just get married in Vegas!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What, like elope? What about the others, and Rhodey, and Pepper, and…”

Her hands raked through her just-screwed auburn locks in frustration. “That’s just it, Steve. Our wedding? That’s for us, to celebrate our union. You can’t wait. I can’t wait. Why should we wait?”

“But-”

“We could get married at the Little Neon Chapel, have Elvis officiate and then drive down Las Vegas Boulevard in a pink Cadillac,” she interjected, ignoring him.

He rolled his eyes, his hand resting on her knee to get her attention. When her eyes locked on his, he offered her a small smirk. “Why spend the money to go all the way out there when we could just as easily get married at the courthouse with a few witnesses?”

She shook her head, eyes falling where his hand rested. “We haven’t ventured very far from this compound since I got back,” she drawled. “We’ve been exhausting all our resources to reverse this thing...and I want to, I do. I still close my eyes and see Parker just disintegrating in my arms.”

There was silence from Captain America, but he squeezed his fiancee’s leg as a gesture of support.

Tears formed in her eyes as she glanced around the room and back at Steve. “Stevie...I have to get away from it for a while. I want our friends there, but I need to get away from all of it, every reminder. I’m afraid...I’m afraid I’ll go out of my everloving mind if I don’t.”

Instantly, his arms ensnared the woman in a bear hug, his hand bracing the back of her head and petting her hair in a comforting gesture. His lips met the corner of her eye as he kissed her tears away. “Okay, doll. Okay,” he cooed, squeezing her even tighter. “We can do it in Vegas.”

It was almost hard to believe that had been just 72 hours prior to the moment Toni was living in. Then again, to her, the last 72 hours flew by like a dream.

In their luxurious hotel room at the Venetian, she gaped in the mirror at the woman who was reflected back at her. Her lengthy light auburn locks were pinned back away from her face, the strands weaved into a elegant low updo held together by pearl and rhinestone bobby pins. One strand hung off to the right side for a little dramatic emphasis, curled just enough to give her hair a soft wave.

Her makeup itself was done mostly naturally. Darker flesh tones painted her eyelids, outlined on the bottom with inky lines of eyeliner. Her long lashes were made even lengthier and more full with waterproof mascara. She already had full lips to begin with as well, but the addition of maroon lipstick made them appear even plumper.

The dress itself was a marvel. She had managed to go to a bridal store and find the perfect ivory silk gown. The straps were thin, but cut over her chest in a v-formation with an extra little curve to accentuate her bosom. A wide ivory sash wrapped around the waist of the gown, separating the bodice from the skirt. The skirt flowed beautifully over her curves. It wasn’t form-fitting or body-conforming in the slightest, but hugged just the right areas before the fabric spilled to the floor and made a tiny pool at her feet. A slit ran right up the left side of the skirt to the middle of Toni’s thigh, adding just the right amount of sultry to the whole outfit. To pull everything together a little more, long silver earrings with diamond leaves down their length and two pearl spheres at the bottom dangled from her ears. Her freshly manicured feet adorned strappy silver heels with rhinestones down the front, toe and leg straps.

As Toni gawked, her stomach started to flip. Within such a small amount of time, she would be on a gondola marrying Steven Grant Rogers, a man out of time. Both of them had defeated the odds against them time and time again to get to where they were. It seemed so much like a fairy tale, a dream. Like if she reached out and touched anything, she’d wake up and still be lost in space, even further from Steve’s arms than she was in that moment.

Just the thought of that possibility made her nearly double over, the flipping in her stomach shifting to more of a churning. Her chest felt hollow and empty, like the air had been sucked from her lungs and the room. Her body trembled and convulsed as she shivered, the warmth having fled her body. Her clammy hands tugged at her own upper arms as she gasped for air.

“Miss Stark?” a voice trilled, a soft hand resting on the small of Toni’s back.

That minute amount of touch was enough to ground Toni a little, to calm the tumultuous storm that had been building inside her. Her head snapped up, her eyes locking on the concerned forest green eyes of a petite red-headed woman, the wedding planner. Taking a deep breath, the billionaire straightened herself out and gave the woman a small smile. “Sorry, Miss Waltham. What can I do for you?”

The woman carefully scanned Toni’s face, and Toni couldn’t help but feel guilty. How many brides with cold feet had she seen before, that ran out and cancelled the wedding completely? She must have been worried that Iron Woman was going to do the same thing. “Is everything okay? You know, it’s perfectly natural to feel nervous. Marriage is, after all, a new adventure! But I can assure you, it’s an exciting one.”

This caused the bride to snort. Because of their status as Earth’s defenders, even getting coffee was an adventure for them. She knew how the woman truly meant it, though: that every day was a new opportunity to discover things together and try new experiences. She could only wish for all of those opportunities with her new husband. When the red-head cleared her throat, Toni broke out of her mini daydream. “Sorry. Yes, I’m fine. It was a case of nerves, just not the nerves you think, I promise. I’ve never been more sure of anything...of anyone...in my life.”

The petite physique of the wedding planner wiggled in place before she bounced off, returning just a second later with a bouquet of red and white roses. “In that case, he’s waiting for you, Miss Stark. Are you ready?”

Toni’s fingers curled around the bouquet with a wide grin. “More than you know, Miss Waltham. Let’s get going.”

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!

Steve’s black dress shoes echoed through the corridor of the Venetian’s gondola station as he paced, waiting for his future wife. He didn’t think this life was possible before. He had always hoped for it, but between the war and the ice, then the whole Avengers thing, it was almost for the best that he didn’t settle down. How could he share such a dangerous life with someone and put them at risk, give them nightmares and anxieties?

That isn’t to say he didn’t date. There was that cute coffee waitress in Brooklyn, a couple women he met at the gym here and there, and of course Sharon. Sharon he could have possibly settled down with, but their dynamic was never quite like what he shared with Toni.

The thought of the billionaire made a warm smile dance over his lips as he continued pacing. He had read her file prior to jumping on the Helicarrier during Loki’s attacks, and initially wrote her off as a spoiled, pompous brat. They were at each other’s throats initially more than once, but then when they figured out how to build a team dynamic? Everything ran almost as smooth as silk.

Almost. There was that little matter of the Sokovia Accords and then the big secret about Bucky. Who could forget the Moscow battle and then all this garbage with Thanos, and how Toni was almost lost to the cosmos? Yeah. Almost as smooth as silk.

“Captain.”

The male voice broke Steve from his thoughts, effectively halting his pacing as he glanced over to the large white and gold gondola. Near the bench reserved for the lovebirds stood a dark-haired man, dressed in a black and white striped shirt with black dress slacks and a red scarf around his neck. He was giving the super soldier a smirk. “Cap, buddy, you’re gonna put a hole through the floorboards if you keep pacin’ like that.”

Baby blue eyes glanced down at the dark oak of the platform, and a chuckle reverberated through his chest. “I’m sorry. Suppose I’m just a little excited to finally be marrying my gal.”

The man gestured to the seat in front of him. “Why don’t you climb aboard? I’m sure she’ll be down any minute.”

Steve did as he was asked, stepping into the gondola carefully before taking a seat on the bench across from the gondolier. He wasn’t even seated 10 seconds before his leg began bouncing, rocking the whole boat.

A bell jingled by the station then, and the gondolier beamed at the captain once more before placing his hand on his shoulder. “And here she is.”

Steve nearly jumped from the bench, and the boat weaved on the water under the sudden shift in weight. He murmured an apology before turning his attention to the end of the dock, where a white and gold door creaked open agonizingly slowly. He expected to see her hiding behind the door, but when it finished opening, all Steve could see was a faux stained glass window and a wine-colored carpet. He huffed in aggravation. If he had to wait any longer to see his wife, he was going to go bonkers. Leave it to Toni to tease him, even at their own wedding.

When she finally came into view, Steve’s heart swelled. She was truly a vision in the simplistic ivory gown she wore, and he couldn’t drink her in enough. The way her hair was pinned back from her face, how just the slightest makeup made her glow, she was absolutely stunning...and about to truly be all his.

The way those pools of blue raked over her figure made Toni blush and glance off to the side before fixating her attention back on the soldier in front of her. He looked like he just stepped out of a post-World War II photo. Over his broad shoulders and proportional torso rested a dark greenish-brown dress Army jacket, complete with pristine brass buttons, buckles and his various military distinctions. His undershirt was just a shade different, his collar buttoned under his chin with a gold tie hugging his neck. His dress slacks were the same greenish-brown as his jacket, pressed with a crease down the center of his legs. His beeline honey hair was coiffed in a very neat, very 1940s style. He looked delicious, and it took all of Toni’s strength as she approached the boat to not jump his bones right there in front of God and everybody. Judging from his stance and the vibes he was giving off, it was safe to say he felt the same about her.

A sly smirk made the corners of her lips curl upward. Oh, she was going to have fun with this.

When she approached the end of the dock, Steve flashed her a toothy grin as he offered her a helping hand. “Good evening, Miss Stark. Lovely night for a wedding.”

Her eyes rolled, her tendrils shaking slightly with her head before she took his hand and stepped into the gondola. “I would agree, Captain Rogers,” she purred out, adding just enough emphasis on his title. It drove him wild when she did that. With how small the blue rings around his pupils were getting, she would say it was having just the right effect. Her smile widened before she adjusted her dress as they both took a seat on the bench in front of the gondolier.

Once they were comfortably seated, they were joined by an older gentleman holding a tome, and a mousy brunette with a camera. Once everyone was seated and comfortable, the gondolier untied the boat from the dock, pushing off to float through the Venetian’s stunning canals.

After a moment, the older gentleman cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before he opened the book in his hands. “Miss Stark, Captain Rogers, it is my honor to be with you today as you-”

Toni readjusted her dress so it showed enough skin on her leg for Steve to take notice. When she took a peek from under her lashes at him, she could tell she succeeded.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the shell of the ear of the woman beside him. “Doll, what’re you doing to me?”

A playful smirk danced over the genius’ painted lips before she feigned innocence, flashbulb going off in her face from the photographer. “I assure you, Captain,” she cooed against his ear, blowing against his lobe for added effect. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grinned before nipping at her ear gently. “Sure, sure. That’s why you bought the dress with the slit in it and prolonged your appearance at the dock. That’s fine, sweetheart. Keep toying with me. See where that gets you.”

She whined softly, just audible enough to hear between the two of them before she whispered back, “Hopefully pinned against a window as you make me see stars...and I'm not talking about the ones in the sky.”

“Oh, good! You two are facing each other. Let us get to the vows, hmm?”

Steve smirked before pulling both of Toni’s delicate hands in his, his eyes meeting hers. The connection between them was always strong before, but this time it was different. There was a stronger magnetic pull. She could’ve sworn he was looking right past her and deep into her soul.

“Captain Rogers, repeat after me, will you?”

The genius tuned out the words as the officiant said them, but paid perfect attention to the captain in front of her.

“I, Captain Steven Rogers, take thee, Natasha Stark, to be my lawfully wedded wife...to have and to hold, from this day forward...for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer...in sickness and in health...to love and to cherish...till death do us part. I pledge myself to you."

Tears pricked the edge of the woman’s eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall, even with waterproof makeup on. Instead, she wiggled in her seat to adjust herself before reciting her part of the vows.

“I, Natasha Stark, take thee, Captain Steven Rogers, to be my lawfully wedded husband...to have and to hold, from this day forward...for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer...in sickness and in health...to love and to cherish...till death do us part. I pledge myself to you."

The older gentleman grinned at the two before reaching for a small velvet silver pouch in his pocket. He jammed his finger through the drawstring opening and pried it open before extending his arm to the couple. “The rings.”

Steve let Toni reach in first and dig around for his wedding ring, a modest gold band. She held it in her grasp as he pulled out her ring, a thinner gold band with alternating diamonds and rubies on it. The smile never left his face as he slipped the wedding ring over her left ring finger, resting it on top of the engagement ring.

“Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.”

Her thumb brushed over the cool metal of the band as she played with it. Her chest felt full, and not of shrapnel this time. Instead, it was full of love, so much so that it was spilling over through her eyes in the form of tears. She took a small gulp of air before she responded, “I will wear it gladly. Whenever I look at it, I will remember this momentous day and the vows we have made.”

The super soldier’s left hand cupped her cheek, a thumb brushing away the water streaking down before she took his hand and slipped the gold band down his left ring finger as well.

“Steven,” she whispered, taking another ragged breath before she continued, “I have for you this golden ring, a most precious metal that symbolizes your love and how it’s the most precious element in my life. The ring is a loop, with no beginning and no end, symbolizing that our love will never cease. I place it on your finger as a visible sign of the vows that have made us husband and wife.”

Her new husband jolted forward eagerly, ready to seal the deal with his bride before the officiant cleared his throat again as a warning. There was still one more part of the ceremony to be completed before they could get to the grand finale.

The officiant straightened his posture before his chest heaved in a big sigh and he closed his book. “Captain Rogers...Miss Stark...by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

There was a mass amount of cheering ringing through their ears, and suddenly Toni and Steve weren’t in their own world anymore. They both glanced up as the gondola passed under a pedestrian bridge where several people had been watching their ceremony. The flash from the camera simulated a strobe light as the photographer took what felt like 200 photos a minute. Had they really tuned everyone out except each other and the officiant this whole time?

“Now, Captain, you may kiss the bride,” the officiant teased with a wink.

Steve wasted no time at all, his strong hand wrapping around Toni’s waist and tugging her so her torso was practically in his lap. She squeaked before barking out a laugh.

“C’mere, Mrs. Stark-Rogers,” he growled out. His lips crushed against hers almost bruisingly, like he was a man starved for her. With how long he waited for this, for her, he might as well have been.

Toni melted into the kiss, turning into liquid in his arms as she pressed her lips against his in return. His tongue swiped against her lower lip, seeking entrance which she granted. The kiss lasted only a moment more (because Toni was truly worried she was going to snap at the older officiant if he cleared his throat one more time). When the two broke apart, even as they caught their breath, they couldn’t help but grin wildly at one another.

It was only a short time later when the gondola came full circle and docked at the station. The newlyweds were both yearning to get on with the wedding night festivities, but were whisked away by the photographer and wedding planner for photos. After an hour and a half of posing at various property locations followed by a half hour of additional paperwork to wrap everything up, the happy couple were finally dismissed to begin their new life together, to which they both immediately rushed to the hotel tower elevator.

“No party, no dancing, no having to mingle with a million and two guests, and we managed to stay under a $20,000 budget, Captain,” Toni teased, her feet slipping in and out of her shoes anxiously. “That’s the best wedding ever, if you ask me.”

He snorted, eyes fixated on the digital number of the hotel elevator as it kept climbing. “What made it the best wedding ever was that you were there, Mrs. Stark-Rogers.”

Her new name made a chill run up and down her spine, causing her to shiver pleasurably. “Oooh,” she purred, leaning her head against the back of the elevator car. “Is this what it’s like when I call you by your title?”

He couldn’t help but chortle at his lover as he bent down to give her a sweet peck on the cheek, leaving him in perfect position to whisper, “If this damn elevator would hurry the hell up, I plan on showing you exactly what it’s like.”

She twisted her head and captured her husband’s lips eagerly, her teeth nipping on his lower lip and eliciting a groan from the super soldier. His arms curled around her frame as he deepened their embrace, the numbers just ticking by on the ride up to their floor.

They almost didn’t hear the bell ding to signal that the car had finally arrived on their floor. Toni broke away from the kiss first, and was about to wiggle free from Steve’s grasp when a small animalistic growl ripped from his throat, his right arm hooking under her legs and hoisting her up bridal style as he carried her through the corridor.

“Y’know this is reserved for the actual threshold, right?” she amusedly scolded.

“Y’know...I don’t care,” he retorted, an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he strode towards their room. “I don’t care what threshold it’s supposed to technically be. I’ll do this over every one if I have to just to show everyone that you are my wife. Mine.”

They reached their room door a moment later, and she yanked the keycard from one of Steve’s lapel pockets. She slid it in the lock, waiting for a green light and click of the deadbolt before twisting the knob, aiding the super soldier out since his hands were otherwise occupied. He nudged the door open with his foot and took two enormous steps in, effectively crossing that threshold. He set his bride down momentarily to lock the door.

They both stepped further into their luxury suite from the foyer, and were taken aback in surprise. In the bedroom portion of the room, the spacious queen bed was freshly made, red rose petals littering the white cotton bedspread and pillows. On top of the rich mahogany dresser across from the foot of the bed sat two crystal champagne flutes with a large aluminum bucket in between, the pail filled with ice and a bottle of champagne nestled inside. The elegant beige curtains in the step-down living area were tied back with a thick red rope. A white sheer curtain draped over the window was the only thing protecting the room from getting more light glare from the bustling Las Vegas Strip below.

“Guess they needed that extra time from the photos to go ahead and do all this,” Iron Woman murmured, taking in the work of the wedding planner and the guest room attendants. She was still admiring their handiwork when she felt soft lips brush over the sensitive area where her collarbone and neck connected, causing her to tilt her head to the side and grant Steve easier access.

“Probably. That...and it was all just one big tease. It was torture, having to wait so long to get you back here to ravish you,” he gruffed, voice low and husky as his hands skimmed up the curvy sides of his bride before they danced back down again, both hands resting firmly against her rear and giving that area a squeeze. “Doll...I think you’re wearing way too many layers for my liking.”

A trill of a giggle left her throat as she shifted out of her heels and kicked them to the side. Craning her neck, she made eye contact with him from her peripheral. “Then do something about it, Captain.”

The guttural snarl that emanated from him as he nipped at her shoulder caused heat to shoot down and pool in her stomach. His calloused fingers fumbled at the top of her dress, trying to feel if she had a hidden clasp or anything he had to be concerned with. When he realized it was just a zipper, his lips skirted over the center of her shoulder blades. He tugged on the tiny metal piece, the teeth eliciting a perfect noise as they split apart, exposing more of her to him. As more skin revealed itself, he peppered it with a trail of kisses leading to the base of the zipper, resting right at the small of her back. He shoved the silk of the gown aside on the right just enough to be able to nibble her hip.

“Recite our words for me, love.”

She sighed as he kissed a trail back up her spine. “If we say ‘lime’, then everything’s good.”

A kiss to her left shoulder.

“‘Lemon’ means we take things slow.”

One to her right.

“And ‘cranberry’ means we need to stop.”

His fingers hooked under either strap of her dress as his lips skirted over the junction of her neck and collarbone again, taking the skin between his teeth and suckling gently. “And where are we at now?”

The gesture caused Iron Woman to pant slightly, arousal pooling further near her core. “Lime, lime, lime, Steve. Dear God, it’s lime,” she hissed, flustered at his agonizingly gradual pace.

A soft chuckle, and with a flick of his wrists the bodice of her dress fell around her waist, exposing her torso to the cool air in the hotel suite. Her fingers propelled it over her hips quickly, allowing all the silk to pool on the floor at her feet. She was bared completely to him, save for her white lace bra and matching cheeky panties. Her fingers reached back and found the clasp of the bra, yanking the hooks free and letting the garment fall to the floor. Rotating on her heel, she smirked at her husband playfully, head tilted in an innocent gesture.

“What is it?” he inquired, eyes focused on the bounce of her chest and the perkiness of her nipples in the brisk air.

“Well, Captain,” she breathed, her hands fiddling with his jacket collar as she leaned forward, her chest pressing against him suggestively, “It seems now that you’re the one wearing too many layers.”

His irises were practically non-existent, pupils blown wide with lust. They were fixated on her, affectionate yet stern, a look Toni knew all too well. “Then you should take care of the issue.”

It wasn’t a playful suggestion. It was a command.

Immediately, she went to work. Her digits curled around the fabric tucked in the buckle of his belt, tugging at the material and sliding it through the brass buckle until the entire belt fell away from him. She batted her eyes up at him before toying with the bottom button of the jacket, causing it to break away from the hole. Every move was deliberately measured, formulated to get him more hot and bothered than he already was. She could tell that much from his gaze and the growing bulge in his slacks, which she would brush against nonchalantly every so often.

He rolled his head side to side in aggravation. “Fucking hell, doll. What’re you doing to me?”

“Language, Cap,” she chided as she worked on the next button up. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“You and I both wrote the book on waiting, Toni.”

“And look what came of it,” she countered, flashing her left hand at him before starting on the next button. “Patience is a virtue, and you, my dear...sweet...loving husband, are supposed to be the very definition of the word.”

His chest shook once with a sarcastic snort. “I won’t be very virtuous with you tonight, I guarantee it.”

The connotation in his warning only added fuel to her internal fire. She finished the last button on the jacket and pushed the offensive layer over his shoulders, folding it neatly in her arms before tossing it gently onto a nearby chair. When she focused back on the captain, he already had his tie loosened, and the first button undone of his undershirt. “Feeling a little pent up, are we?”

He swooped down and captured her lips with his own hungrily, fidgeting with some of his buttons while she worked on the others. “I...want...to...claim...my...wife,” he uttered out between fervent lip locks. “You’ve been...a little minx...long enough.” He yanked the golden tie over his head as she jerked away the fabric of the undershirt, his rippling muscles exposed to the air. Her fingers tugged at the waistline of his dress slacks as she aimed to give his expanding tent some relief. He caught her wrist, the satin of the tie still in his grasp dusting over her.

“Turn.”

She didn’t hesitate in obeying, pivoting on her heel until her back was to him. Her hands clasped behind her expectantly, but he surprised her when the fabric settled over her eyes instead. Her vision blackened, she could only feel Steve’s arm extend in front of her.

“How many fingers do you see?”

It was a bit of a trick question. The correct answer was “none,” because he should have her blinded properly. If she answered anything else, he would spank her. Well, since she had been a temptress all day…

“Three.”

She could hear the aggravated exhale of her husband as he retracted his limb. There was a minuscule rush of air that fanned her ass before the crack of skin-on-skin contact echoed through the room and her ears. She yelped softly as pain radiated through her right cheek. When she was about to reach back to alleviate the pain, the captain fired two more swats in quick succession, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“You wanna try that again, doll?”

Her fingers went to reach back again, but he flicked her hand away with his own. She wouldn’t be getting any comfort without giving him an answer, and she was nothing if not consistent. “I saw three,” she reiterated.

Another irritated huff before he smacked her thrice more in the same place. Her pearly whites sunk into her lower lip as she whimpered.

“You know I can do this all damn night, Natasha.”

Oh, her full first name. She must have really ruffled his feathers. Deciding to give a little bit in their game, she whispered, “Nothing. I saw nothing, and I still see nothing.”

“So you lied to me?”

Oh, fuck.

SLAP!

“Fuuuuuck, Steve!” she hissed, craning her head toward the man behind her. “Seriously?!”

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and applied a bit of pressure, signaling for her to face him completely. His hand cupped her chin, keeping her face in place as he closed the distance between them. “You’re damn right, ‘seriously.’ I told you I was anxious to marry you, hungry to make you my wife and claim you as truly mine. I thought you were anxious too, but you’ve done nothing but torment me all day.”

She chuckled and rolled her shoulders in a shrug. “What can I say? It’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with me.” Hopeful that she was being charming enough to get her out of any trouble, she arched on her tiptoes and pursed her lips, waiting for him to close the inch of space between them with a smooch.

She could feel his face moving closer. He was just about to close the gap completely when he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, his nose brushing against hers affectionately. “Huh uh,” he taunted, “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punishments. Get on the bed and scoot up until you get to the headboard and hold onto it.”

A rush of air flirted with her ass again. He was ready to swat at her. Instinctively, she flinched. He instead clapped a hand on the tender area, moving to the left and right in a rough rubbing motion.

“Don’t you dare even think about making me wait long, either.”

With the weight of his warning, she didn’t want to. She knew what happened when she pushed Steve’s buttons just enough, and that gravel in his voice told her he was right on that cusp. Plus, she was actually aching to see what he had in store for her. That ache is what propelled her to clamber onto the plush mattress and fumble her way to the headboard. Her hands found the metal bar instantly, digits curling around the cool brass as she flipped herself to sit reclined against the pillows, facing him. From across the room where their luggage was, she could hear the zip of one of their suitcases. She only hoped it was the suitcase she was thinking of, the thought of its contents making her body tremble in anticipation.

There was a sudden warmth on her left side, and she knew her lover had returned. The weight of the bed shifted as he braced a knee against the mattress, hovering over her. Something coarse wound around the skin of her wrists, and instantly she knew it was one of the rope coils she packed.He was meticulous, wrapping the coil around either wrist and crossing it at the middle before wrapping the coil around the bronze bar of the headboard. He repeated the process three times before knotting the cord. There was a slight tug at the knot, and then his fingers slipped under the rope between it and her wrists, making sure it was loose enough for her to wiggle or twist without worry of burns or cuts. Her joints rolled in demonstration to him, showing that she was restrained securely yet safely. A brush of his thumb over her knuckles was a loving gesture and a silent thank you for the confirmation.

There was an emptiness then beside her then, and she realized he must have retreated from the mattress. Two soft metallic thunks echoed through her ears, the bed shifting from something tugging on the frame. He was securing different coils at the foot of the bed. Her suspicions were confirmed when his hand plucked her left ankle and spread her leg as far as would be comfortable for her, the rope winding around the area soon after. He repeated the process with her right leg before slipping his fingers between her and the rope once more. She again rolled her joints. Instead of his fingers giving her loving acknowledgement, however, his lips found purchase with the top of her right foot, then her left.

She sighed contently and arched in the air as he kissed trails up either side of her legs. A kiss to the shin...right below the knee...to the inside of her knees...above the knee on her thigh. Her chest rose with a sharp intake of air as he made his way up towards that sweet spot she yearned for him to touch, the fire insider her raging hotter than ever. “Steve…”

Against the inside of her thigh, she could feel a sly smirk pull at his lips. Without acknowledging her, his tongue slipped past his lips and lapped affectionately against the sensitive flesh of her thigh, leaving a minor stripe in its wake. He pulled back just enough to purse his lips and blow against the wet area, causing an intense tingling sensation to shoot straight to her core. Her body jerked a bit in response.

“Oh, fuck, Stevie,” she keened, hips pushing off on the mattress. She could only hope she was thrusting closer towards his mouth.

His palms braced against her hips and jostled softly, keeping her in place as he nipped at the area he had just licked in warning. “That’s Captain to you, Mrs. Stark-Rogers.”

A fervent nod of her head was her answer as she wiggled under his grasp. He applied the same ministrations to the inside of her other thigh, this time dangerously close to her center. She could feel the heat of his head right there, so tantalizingly close yet so dreadfully far in the same distance.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, Captain…”

The title was a mantra off her lips. She could feel her arousal pooling between her legs, and she bent her limbs just the smallest amount to edge him closer toward the grand prize.

Her attempts didn’t go unnoticed as his fingers dipped from her hips down through the valley of her pelvic frame conjoining her torso with her legs, tickling her and brushing just the very edge of her core. The movements caused her to mewl desperately, hips thrusting up once more.

The super soldier let out a seductive chuckle as he rested his head on her thigh. His breath washed over her sex, causing her to huff and writhe against her bonds.

“Oh, my darling, beautiful wife,” he cooed. “I told you...only good girls get rewards. Besides, aren’t you the one who said that good things come to those who wait?”

Behind the silk of the tie, her eyes widened at his implication. She had to maintain her poker face, though, so she offered him a cool smile. “Oh please, Captain. You told me you couldn’t wait to get me back here. Do you honestly expect me to believe you’re doing all this just to leave me hanging?”

He hummed in response. “I’m not going to completely leave you hanging.”

Her head cocked to the side, and she felt the mattress shift under his weight again as he moved to grab something he must have put off to the side. When he returned, his calloused fingers ran over the top of her pelvis, thumb hooking into the top right edge of her thong. He pulled the fabric aside, and she shivered as the breezy air feathered over her slickness. He didn’t give her long to adjust before a conical silicone item pressed against her glistening center. With a little extra push and help from how soaked she was, the toy slid into her easily, filling her just enough. Part of the toy curled against the bundle of nerves just above that area, rubbing against it in the most delicious way. She couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, shifting to adjust herself.

A small click from the foot of the bed, and a low, pulsating vibration shook the toy. The billionaire tossed her head back, keening in pleasure. The bed shifted again before Steve’s presence was on her left side again, hand caressing her cheek.

“I’m not going to completely leave you hanging,” he repeated. “No. Instead, I’m going to drive you to the brink and back...again...and again...and again. You won’t get to cum unless I give you permission. Meanwhile...I believe the Patriots just started their first quarter. I think I’m going to catch a little football while you think about what you did to me today.”

She huffed in aggravation, body twisting as the toy vibrated against her insides and her clit.

The captain swooped down and locked her lips with his own, their teeth and tongues clashing in a lust-laden kiss. “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me and serve out your punishment until halftime, you might just get a reward,” he offered.

“F-First quarter…?! Halftime...ugh, Captain!” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?”

“Doing my beautiful bride in Vegas,” he snickered. “That is what you wanted, after all.”

[aion-rsa]

The Avengers Who Were Also X-Men

http://bit.ly/2GS8zIN

Scarlet Witch is back in Avengers: Endgame, but there's a long history of X-Men joining the Avengers.

facebook

twitter

google+

tumblr

Feature Marc Buxton

Marvel

May 2, 2019

The Avengers

X-Men

Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch’s inclusion in the Marvel Cinematic Universe was just the latest chapter in the long history of X-Men characters joining the Avengers. Wanda is back for Avengers: Endgame, of course, and we assume you know what happened to Pietro in Avengers: Age of Ultron.

But those aren't the only two X-Men that have answered the call to assemble with the Avengers. Plenty of mutants have become major parts of Avengers history.

So here is a historic look at those X characters who have also served as Avengers!

Quicksilver

Joined the team in Avengers #16 (1965)

In Avengers #16, Stan Lee and Jack Kirby did, at the time, the unheard of. The legendary fathers of the Marvel Age replaced the current roster of Avengers with an entirely new team, mostly comprised of former villains. Joining Captain America on the team were Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, and mutant speedster, Quicksilver.

Before he joined the Avengers, Quicksilver was a member of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. He was a reluctant villain whose main motivation was protecting his sister from Magneto’s machinations. When he and his sister joined Cap on the Avengers, a cohesive history between the X-Men and the Avengers began.

read more - Complete Guide to Marvel and MCU Easter Eggs in Avengers: Endgame

Quicksilver almost instantly began to play the arrogant rogue, an Avenger with a huge chip on his shoulder out to prove that he was worthy of the name Avengers despite his violent past. Quicksilver served as a foil for many of his comrades and stood between his sister and many romantic relationships, first with Hawkeye and finally with the being that Scarlet Witch would marry, the Vision.

Scarlet Witch

Joined the team in Avengers #16 (1965)

Like her brother Quicksilver, Wanda Maximoff joined Earth’s Mightiest in Avengers #16 and became part of Cap’s Kooky Quartet. Scarlet Witch is the most powerful mutant ever to join the Avengers but oddly, she was never actually a member of any X team. Yes, she started out as a member of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, but that was the only mutant team she was ever a part of.

read more: Marvel Movies Watch Order - An MCU Timeline Guide

Wanda spent her entire heroic career as a core member of the Avengers and from the Kree-Skrull War, to the Korvac Saga, to the Celestial Madonna saga, she was front and center for most of the major early Avengers stories. Scarlet Witch was the unwitting power behind the House of M crossover and profoundly impacted the X Verse when she declared, “No More Mutants,” decimating the mutant population. She was also the catalyst of the events leading to Avengers vs. X-Men, as the two teams came into conflict over the Witch’s future...which led to the death of Charles Xavier.

So while the Avengers experienced many happy moments with the Scarlet Witch such as her marriage to the android Vision, the X-Men experienced great tragedy because of Wanda Maximoff. 

Beast

Joined the team in Avengers #151 (1976)

A founding member of the X-Men, the Beast might have been just about the last mutant you would ever imagine joining the Avengers, particularly in 1976. Beast joined the X-Men right after Marvel tried to integrate Hank McCoy into its family of horror titles. This was right after Beast went all blue (actually grey at first) and hairy.

From mutant to would be horror star, Marvel couldn’t seem to find a place for Beast until he joined the Avengers. Hank McCoy was a major member of the Avengers for much of the '70s and into the '80s forming a lasting friendship with Wonder Man that became one of the central relationships of the title. Where Beast found nothing but fear and hatred as a member of the X-Men, he found acceptance and celebrity as a member of the Avengers.

read more: What's Next for the Marvel Cinematic Universe after Avengers: Endgame?

The Beast served as a liaison between humans and mutants, living out Charles Xavier’s dream of acceptance as an Avenger. The Beast will forever be known as the first heroic X-Man to answer the call of the Avengers and finding new levels of popularity with readers while doing so.  

Namor, the Sub-Mariner

Joined the team in Avengers #262 (1985)

This one is a bit controversial, but Marvel has established that due to his little ankle wings, Namor is in fact, a mutant. Namor joined the Avengers in the mid-80s and became a major member of that era’s team. The highlight of Namor’s time with the Avengers was his constant chest pounding feud of one-upmanship with fellow Avenger Hercules. More recently, he had some squabbles with T'Challa in the pages of New Avengers.

read more - Avengers: Endgame Ending Explained

He wouldn’t have made our list if Namor didn’t join the X-Men during the Avengers vs. X-Men saga where he was one of five mutants to gain the powers of the Phoenix. He might have served briefly with each team and his status as a mutant may be questionable, but Namor was one of the few X Avengers during some very exciting times in both teams’ history.

Firestar

Joined the team in Avengers vol. 3 #4 (1998)

Ah, everyone’s favorite amazing friend. Angelica Jones just recently joined the X-Men but was a long standing member of the Avengers starting with Kurt Busiek and George Perez’s classic run in the late '90s. This microwave wielding mutant powerhouse took part in many classic tales including Busiek and Perez’s Ultron story which pretty much everyone needs to read.

read more - Which Avengers: Endgame Deaths are Permanent?

At first a member of the mutant Hellions and then the heroic New Warriors, Firestar joined the Avengers with her boyfriend Justice and basically earned her hero chops as a member of Earth’s Mightiest. She later took all her Avengers experience to the X-Men.

And no, Ms. Lion was not on any of these teams with the mighty Firestar.

Wolverine

Joined the team in New Avengers #6 (2005)

While he was the most popular member of the X-Men, Wolverine also joined the Avengers causing a firestorm of controversy as old time fans railed against the already hyper exposed feral mutant becoming part of Earth’s mightiest.

That didn’t stop Wolverine from taking part in some of the 21st century’s greatest Avengers stories, such as Civil War, Secret Invasion, Siege, and Age of Ultron all had Wolverine as a central Avenger. Plus, when the X-Men and the Avengers went to war in A vs. X Wolverine was caught smack in the middle of the conflict.

read more: Complete Schedule of Upcoming Marvel MCU Movies

Wolverine originally joined the team because Tony Stark basically paid him a fortune (hey, Wolverine needed beer money), but he eventually became just as important to the team in the early part of the 2000s as Iron Man and Captain America. Fans may dream of seeing Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine joining the Avengers on the big screen, but for a long time in the comics, Wolverine answered the call to assemble.

Storm

Joined the team in Avengers vol. 4 #19 (2011)

When the Avengers needed to swell its ranks against the forces of Norman Osborn and HAMMER, the call went out to some great heroes. None were greater than the X-Men’s most regal member, the then Queen of Wakanda, the weather witch, Storm. Along with Wolverine, Storm has always been the heart of the X-Men and her time with the Avengers was a testament to her status as one of the world’s mightiest champions.

read more - Avengers: Endgame Time Travel Logic Explained

Storm came to the Avengers by the recommendation of her then husband the Black Panther and quickly became one of the team’s most powerful members. She was torn from the Avengers’ ranks during the events of Avengers vs. X-Men but during her time with the team, Storm served admirably.

Havok

Joined the team in Uncanny Avengers #1 (2012)

The X-Men’s first field commander, Cyclops, may have never joined the Avengers, but his baby bro Havok did in the pages of Uncanny Avengers. Havok was hand picked by Captain America to lead the team of human/mutant heroes and quickly became a great Avengers leader, guiding his team through memorable conflicts with Apocalypse and Kang.

read more - Avengers: Endgame Spoilers, Questions, and Theories

Like most X-Men and Avenger characters, Havok’s character continuity quickly became convoluted and timey wimey. You see, in an alternate universe, Havok married and had a daughter with the Wasp and then had to undo the timeline to save reality, sacrificing his daughter along the way and becoming hideously scarred and – you know what, skip it. Havok is awesome and made an awesome Avenger.

Cannonball

Joined the team in Avengers vol. 5 #1 (2012)

Fans have watched this long time member of the New Mutants, X-Force, and the X-Men grow up over the decades. The culmination of Cannonball’s heroic journey occurred when he and his best pal, Sunspot, were chosen to join the Avengers.

read more: Hulk Movies Marvel Should Make

Cannonball has an awesome wide eyed innocent quality that really drives home just how cool it would be to serve as an Avenger. He was always the corn-fed kid as part of the X-Men and the New Mutants, but as an Avenger, Sam Guthrie came into his own as a hero and as a man.

Sunspot

Joined the team in Avengers vol. 5 #1 (2012)

Sunspot joined the Avengers at the same time as his pal Cannonball. While Cannonball has that innocent vibe to him, Sunspot has a swagger like he belongs on a team labeled Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. He is arrogant, self important, and as heroic as they come. Like Cannonball, Sunspot served as a New Mutant, a member of X-Force, and a member of the X-Men before joining the world’s elite heroes.

read more: Everything You Need to Know About Doctor Strange 2

Sunspot’s Avengers run was memorable. During his time as an Avenger, Sunspot took down one of the Avengers’ greatest groups of antagonists, the cadre of mad scientists known as AIM. How did Sunspot defeat AIM? Did he bust into AIM HQ using his solar energy powers to destroy the group? Nope, Sunspot purchased AIM, bee keeper helmets and all, and proved that Tony Stark wasn’t the only Avenger with the swag to throw around billons.

Rogue

Joined the team in Uncanny Avengers #4 (2013)

Rogue’s history with the Avengers goes way back, not as a hero, as she was first an adversary. It was Rogue who put Carol Danvers out of action for a long time when she drained the powers and the psyche of the former Ms. Marvel. Back then, it would be hard to imagine that the woman who so devastated one of the Avengers’ finest heroes would ever join the team’s ranks, but she became a core member of Uncanny Avengers.

Sunfire

Joined the team in Uncanny Avengers #5 (2013)

Sunfire was not an X-Man for long. He joined the all new, all different X-Men as the same time as Wolverine, Storm, and Nightcrawler only to leave the newly formed international team like seven seconds later. He also didn’t spend very long as part of Havok’s Uncanny Avengers but we freakin’ love Sunfire’s costume so we had to stick him on the list.

read more: Complete Guide to Captain Marvel Easter Eggs

His time as an Avenger may have been short, but during his tenure, Sunfire took on Kang and a Celestial and even died for a bit (he got better).

X-23

Joined the team in Avengers Academy #39 (2012)

Wolverine joining the Avengers almost broke fandom but when his clone X-23 joined the Avengers Academy, well nothing really dramatic happened except some really good stories. X-23 was a neophyte hero when she entered the Avengers’ school and had to repress her savage nature in order to excel. She was a member in good standing of the school’s upper class and gave an edge to the Avengers Academy title for a number of years.

X-23 took the lessons she learned from the Avengers and is now a member of the core X-Men team, dating a time lost version of the teenage Angel. Who just gained cosmic powers. And lives in the same timeline as his older self. Who has amnesia and thinks he might be a real angel. Oh, comics.

Anyway, X-23 was once a student of the Avengers, so yeah, there you go.

Sabretooth

Joined the team in Uncanny Avengers Vol. 2 #1 (2015)

It’s hard to believe that one of the most vicious, feral villains in the Marvel Universe was on any superhero team, and this psychopathic killer has been on two. Victor Creed once attempted to reform and even convinced the X-Men he had seen the error of ways back in the early '90s, even going on a few missions with the team until he reverted to his true colors and gutted a few X people. After the inversion of Axis, Sabretooth was converted into a hero who tried to make up for his bloody past. Again. It didn't last. 

Deadpool

Joined the team in Avengers #0 (2015)

Deadpool is a super star of comics, film, cosplay, and Hot Topics across America, but the Merc With a Mouth was also an Avenger. Now, if Wade Wilson shows up anywhere near Avengers 5, fandom might shatter out of pure glee. But if you want to see Deadpool cut wise and cut bad guys as a card carrying Earth’s Mightiest Hero, check out issues of Uncanny Avengers post-2015.

read more: Deadpool Comics Reading Order

Deadpool was originally recruited by Captain America, but when Cap broke bad and went HYDRA in Secret Empire, it really threw the suddenly hopeful and heroic Deadpool for a loop and ignited some really great character moments. Deadpool was actually a really solid Avenger because he was constantly out to prove himself a worthy member of the Earth’s Mightiest. He even (mostly) refrained from putting peeps in the ground when he hung with the A team.

Cable

Joined the team in Uncanny Avengers #4 (2016)

Deadpool’s time traveling badass film co-star Cable also joined the Uncanny Avengers and served as the team’s strategist and moral compass, guiding the team through some tough times. Like Deadpool, Cable also turned the volume down on the killing when he joined the Avengers, but there was just something odd about seeing the grizzled old psychic mutant and his giant hunking gun race into battle as an Avenger.

read more: A History of Cable?

So what brought Cable to the Avengers doorstep? Oh, the fact that the Red Skull had stolen and was using the brain of the deceased Professor Charles Xavier. Um, ewww. You can see why the Uncanny Avengers needed a psychic as powerful as ‘ol Cable.  

Dazzler

Joined the team in A-Force #2 (2016)

Sadly, this was not the disco version of Dazzler, but a more adult, punk rock version of the mutant rock star. Whatever the case, we always have and always will love Dazzler, and at this time of her career Dazzler needed a friend due to the fact she was recently kidnapped by Mystique. The shape shifting mutant fatale replaced Dazzler and kept the songstress in a coma so Dazzler could be experimented on. That’s messed up, comic book Mystique! Reasons like this are why we like Katniss Mystique better!

read more - The Best Stan Lee Comics Stories

Anyway, Dazzler needed time to heal after her ordeal and joined the all-woman Avengers team known as A-Force. With A-Force, Dazzler bravely served and forged new bonds that helped her become a hero once again. 

from Books http://bit.ly/2Ve5RqT

[inhumansforever]

Inhuman of the Day

November 28th - Triton

An amphibian Inhuman with green, scaled skin, pointed ears and fish-like facial features.  Triton is the elder brother of Karnak, the son of Mander and Azur, and cousin to King Black Bolt.  As a result of the effects rendered upon him by Terrigenesis, Triton has remained by far the most alienated and isolated member of the Inhuman Royal Family.  

Triton was exposed to the mists during early adolescence.  It mutated him into an anthropomorphic, fish-like being with the ability to breath underwater and survive in inhospitable, zero-oxygen environments.  Unfortunately, it also left him unable to breath regular air and he had to be sequestered to a specialized aquatic tank so to keep him alive.  

Triton’s new physical form and abilities were deemed as highly unattractive and unfortunate by the standards of old Attilan; the compensatory actions needed to keep him alive were a source of great embarrassment and consternation to his aristocratic parents.  So great was their disappointment over what had happened to Triton that they chose not to have their younger son, Karnak, go through the process of Terrigenesis.

Triton had a very solitary childhood and young adulthood, largely spent stuck in his life-sustaining aqua-tank.  He was eventually outfitted with an aqua-suit that enabled him to move about freely throughout Attilan - although this did little to abate his loneliness.  Triton’s brother, Karnak, was often merciless in his teasing, referring to Triton’s freakish appearance as a warning of the haphazard nature of Terrigenesis.  Karnak seemed to be honorable and thoughtful in all other areas of his life, yet when it came to his brother, he often devolved into a cruel adolescent.  

Despite the isolation that he had endured, Triton grew into a highly compassionate, noble, and empathetic individual.  Stoic and laconic, Triton gradually earned the respect and admiration of his fellow Inhumans and became a valued member of Black Bolt’s royal entourage. Triton remained loyal to Black Bolt during Maximus’ coup and temporary ascension to the throne.  He traveled with the others to the humann world in search of Medusa who had fallen prey to the manipulation of the villain known as The Wizard.  Although it was a perilous adventure, Triton seemed to greatly enjoy his time outside of Attilan.  He reveled in the freedom afforded to him swimming about the Earth’s oceans.  Like his cousin, Crystal, Triton was quite fond of the human adventurers, The Fantastic Four, and even joined them for a short time as an auxiliary member of their team.  At one point, Triton was instrumental in rescuing Reed Richards after he had become lost in Negative Zone.  

Maximus ultimately developed a more streamlined protective device for Triton that enabled him to survive out of the water in an unencumbered fashion.  Though he was now free to roam Attilan on his own, his isolated feelings of not quite fitting in persisted. 

At one point Triton met Prince Namor The Sub-Mariner and toured the underwater kingdom of Atlantis.  Atlantis felt more like a home to Triton than Attilan ever had and he was tempted to remain there, turning his back on his home and race of origin.  Triton ultimately opted to return to Attilan, although he remained a close friend and ally to Namor and the people pf Atlantis. Triton and Namor had many adventures together and their friendship cemented an important diplomatic tether between Attilan and Atlantis.  At one point, Triton joined a group of sea-faring heroes formed and led by Namor called The Deep Six.  

Triton has proven his metal as a skilled combatant on numerous occasions, serving with distinction during The Kree-Skull War, as well as during skirmishes with formidable foes, including The Hulk, Attuma, Plantman, The Pursuer, and The Mandarin.   There was one adventure where Triton saved all of Attilan (as well as the members of the Fantastic Four) by searching out and destroying a bizarre lunar crystal that was emitting a powerful hallucinatory influence.  This valiant act was done on his own with much of Attilan unaware that it was Triton who had saved them.  Being a quiet and modest sort, Triton chose not to divulge this act of heroism.

Some time later, Triton’s physical form began to further mutate.  His dorsal fin became more pronounced and his face and body took on a more serpentine look.  For reasons yet to be told Triton has since reverted to his more original form; and then mutated back to the serpentine form once again (no explanation has been offered and it’s likely just a matter of different artists preferring to illustrate Triton in different fashions).  

During the Secret Invasion event, Triton traveled to the planet Pelagia.  There he encountered a race of beings whose physical form and abilities very much resembled his own.  Although he was foreign to this world, Triton felt a sense of belonging there that he had never before encountered.  A part of him wished to stay among these people, yet he was on a mission for his queen and his duty and loyalty to The Inhumans overruled his own needs and hence he returned to the others in time for their decisive strike against the Skrulls.  

Following the defeat of the Skrull forces, The Inhumans found themselves embroiled in an interstellar conflict between the Kree and Shi’Ar Empires.  During this War of Kings event, Triton led a specialized branch of the Royal Guard largely made up of aquatic-type Inhumans.  The various aquatic skills these Inhumans possessed loaned themselves very well to the zero gravity combat situations crucial to this war.  Triton served with great valor and his heroism was highly lauded by the many Kree soldiers he served alongside.   Once The Shi-Ar despot, Vulcan was killed and his empire shattered, The Inhumans found themselves in the position of acting as the de facto rulers of the decimated Kree Empire.  Medusa ruled over the Kree from the empire’s new home world of Kon-Tar while Triton was tasked with leading a scientific survey of a nearby astro-phenomena known as ‘The Fault.’  Triton was assisted in this survey by the Kree scientist named Ra-Venn.  

Although Triton had not yet before showed romantic interests in others, there seemed to be something of an amorous mention between the two.  Sadly, Ra-Venn perished when their vessel was invaded by mutagenic spore originating from within The Fault.  

The Inhumans eventually returned to Earth and Triton and the others enjoyed a short respite, a peace that was ultimately shattered by the coming of Thanos and the subsequent Infinity Event.  During this event, Triton helped in the evacuation of Attilan prior to Black Bolt’s detonation of The Terrigen Bomb.   Following the fall of old Attilan and the apparent demise of King Black Bolt, Triton has remained by Medusa’s side.  His former aqua-suit had been damaged and he has had to return to utilizing a more cumbersome device that includes a mouth-cover and tubes that connect to an aqua-tank fastened into a backpack.  Stoic as always, Triton has yet to complain about the matter.  

Following the Secret Wars event, Triton accompanied Black Bolt and Reader in a mission to save Black Bolt and Medusa’s son, Ahura from the grasp of Kang The Conquerer.  This initial effort to rescue Ahura was ineffective, leading a second attempt alongside Medusa and her Uncanny Inhumans squad; they were ultimately successful and Ahura was reunited with his parents.  

Some time later, Triton ended up breaking ranks with his queen, Medusa.   He did not feel that Medusa’s acts to take revenge on Tony Stark for his incursion onto the sovereignty of New Attilan was drastic enough.  Triton believed that more severe action needed to be taken so to deter other would-be invaders.  This led Triton to elicit the aid of his cousin, Maximus.  

This proved to be folly in that Maximus took things way too far, resulting in numerous deaths.  Triton ultimately confessed to his part in Maximus’ bent schemes in order to end a violent conflict between Iron Man and The Inhumans of New Attilan.  Triton agreed to surrender himself to the authorities. Triton was incarcerated in a human jail for superpower inmates.  He was later broken free from this jail by Maximus who recruited him into a harebrained scheme to create artificial Terrigen and hence end the war that was waging between the Inhumans and The X-Men.  

Seeing the potential to redeem himself, Triton agreed to aide Maximus in this pursuit.  Unfortunately, Maximus’ plan to create a formula for artificial Terrigen proved to be just another madcap ploy on Maximus’ part to sew mayhem and consolidate power and information.

In the wake of Inhumans/X-Men War, The Royal Family lead a contingency of Inhumans to track down Maximus and Triton and bring them to justice.  After Triton’s capture, it was decided that he would not be returned to the justice system of the human world.  Instead, Triton was brought by his brother, Karnak, to the Tower of Wisdom where he could reflect on his past mistakes and misdeeds and devise of new means of earning redemption.  

At the onset of the Death of the Inhumans event, Triton accompanied the Royal Family to a secret local to confer with the Universal Inhumans regarding the threat posed by a new faction of the Kree Empire.  They arrived to find that the Universal Inhuman delegates had all been slaughtered by the Kree.  Triton tried to attend to a victim who appeared to be still alive, yet the body was boobytrapped with an explosive device.  Triton was teeming killed int he resulting blast.  

Later, it was revealed that Triton was somehow transported to the Hala where the Kree planned on using him to create more of the Vox super soldiers.  Unwilling to allow his people be transformed into these zombie weapons, Black Bolt destroyed the Kree facility and the various Inhumans who had already been transformed.  Triton was among these Inhumans and he appeared to perish.  Although hopefully this won’t be the last we see of Triton and he will return some day.