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[smurphyse]

Daddy's Princess

Smurph's Masterlist

Warnings: Daddy kink, exhibitionism, princess kink, choking, love confessions, biting, subspace, lil bit of crying, lil bit of aftercare

Summary: You and Eddie have been sneaking around for months now. You call him Daddy and he calls you Princess... but so does your father. Eddie takes advantage

"Oh I fucking love these," Eddie groans as he palms your ass. He's talking about your sundress with its thin straps and easy access, the way he can push it up anytime he wants and touch you. 

You're on his lap on the plush pink carpet of your bedroom, surrounded by the stuffed animals you tossed on the floor. The bed springs creak, especially when Eddie Munson is balls deep inside you and tossing you around. 

This all started a few months ago when you went out to a bar with some friends. In a baby pink sundress, you'd been abandoned by your friends for their boyfriends they invited without telling you. Eddie had waltzed up and leaned against the bar, smirking at you among the smoke and the neon. 

Well hey, Princess, he'd huskily drawled as you smiled shyly back. Don't you look like a dream? 

You still don't know quite how it happened, but that night started first with you being fucked in a bathroom stall…and ended with you on your back on the shag carpeting in the back of Eddie's van. The multiple orgasms cloud the memory, but nothing can mask the delicious way it felt to have him inside you, whispering devilish things and making you scream his name in the dead of night. 

It's a few years after high school, and you're still in college and living with your parents. They definitely would never approve of Eddie 'eyeliner and leather and tattoos' Munson, so you resort to scandalous rendezvous in his car, your car, his trailer, or your bedroom. He always complains about having to sneak in through the window, but you know how much he likes the idea of potentially getting caught. 

"Need you now, Princess," he groans against your neck, pressing his forehead under your jugular and bucking his hips up. 

"Need you, Daddy," you whimper, your hands tangled tightly in his hair. 

You aren't sure how that started either. You certainly don't have daddy issues. In fact you're really close with your father, but there's something so filthy about calling Eddie that and trusting him… especially under your father's roof. 

Eddie drags his hands regretfully from your backside to tug at his belt. He doesn't take it all the way off, just opens his fly and pulls his cock out. Best to have his pants on in the actual case he has to make a quick getaway. You grind your wet cunt against him achingly as soon as he does, his dirty talk and wandering hands always leaving you desperate. 

"Don't keep me waiting," he growls lightly in your ear, teeth grazing your lobe before pressing his lips to your neck. 

He's deft in the way he gets you like this… dress straps pulled down to expose your breasts, panties tossed somewhere in the piles of your childhood Teddy bears and unicorn stuffies, usually well kept hair wild and finger mussed from his tugging and pulling. 

Lifting up on your knees, your fingers wrap around his dick and give him a few gentle squeezes like he likes. You nuzzle close and kiss him as you brush his head against your folds, his precum smearing and mixing with your slick. You hiss as his blunt head presses against your hole, but Eddie swallows it with a fierce kiss. 

You sink down on him, stretching slowly. The gasps are caught between you, between tongue and nuzzling noses and gripping hands. It burns, it's excruciatingly full of ecstacy, it's everything. 

You haven't seen him in weeks, and as you cling to his shoulders and ride him with swirling snaps of your hips, every night you spent on vacation empty in your shared hotel room with your parents fades away. Eddie digs his nails into your skin, holding you down on his cock and hardly letting you fuck him the way you want. 

"So warm, so tight," he murmurs, almost whimpering in the dim light. "I've thought about this cunt every night."

Instead of your usual taunting and teasing, riling one another up, this is about fucking. This encounter is about getting it done and cumming just for one another. In the car it's like this but louder, and in his trailer you scream his name like even God himself couldn't see you, but in your room you have to be quiet. 

Your dad might hear you. 

"Missed you, Daddy," you groan, another deep roll of your hips. Your sundress crumples between your bodies, the denim of his jacket rubs against your nipples and forces a flood between your legs. "I've been so empty…"

"Don't worry, Princess," he whispers back, his thick length grinding up into you. The way he holds you keeps you spread over his lap, wide open so he can fuck balls deep into your sopping pussy. Eddie slips his palm around your throat, the other arm wrapped around your waist. "Daddy's here, just for you."

You love it when he talks like that… like all he thinks about is you. Over the past few months your life changed with Eddie. He likes to take you on surprise dates and give you random gifts, usually jewelry he makes himself or things he finds he thinks you'll enjoy. You've never felt this wanted. He never lets you forget how much he wants you. 

"Because I'm your Princess?" you pout, but you never stop grinding and working yourself over on his beautiful dick. 

Eddie smirks at you, squeezing ever so light around your exposed neck. When you extend it to give him more room, that smirk turns devilish. 

"You're my only Princess," he says sweetly, dark and full of fire. Eddie leans in and licks a stripe up the column of your neck, moving his hand only long enough to do so. The slick lets his palm slide over your skin, slippery and cooling between your body heat. "My sweet, slutty little Princess… a whore just for me."

You grin like a fool, letting yourself fall into that usual place of safety, of liquid warm passion with Eddie Munson, "Just for you, Daddy."

Knock knock knock!

You both still, Eddie's eyes going wide and yours hazy as you both look towards the door. He doesn't let you go, in fact…grips you tighter as the knob rattles. Thank God you locked it. 

"Princess?" your father's voice comes through the wood. Your pussy clenches around Eddie's cock as anxiety courses through you. You feel him twitch before he sneakily begins to fuck you again, slowly sliding in and out of your slippery cunt. 

"I'm getting dressed, Daddy!" you call out, trying to speak clearly with Eddie's hand wrapped firmly around your neck. 

He leans in and kisses your cheek, whispers, "I thought that was my name…"

Your cheeks turn to liquid fire as Eddie chuckles, his tight hold on you hot and firm. Each roll of his hips drives you crazy, and you bite your lip to hold back your moan. You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt. 

"Okay," your father replies, and you can hear how dejected he is with his voice. "Dinner in twenty minutes."

"Can't wait!" you manage to squeak out, nearly cut off by Eddie pushing against your throat until he presses you into the carpet. 

He leans over you, looming above with that dark look in his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and says quietly, "Tell Daddy you love him, Princess."

Your whole body trembles, even your jaw as you gaze up at Eddie. Tears prick your eyes, but the trust built between you means you know he won't judge you for how wet this makes you. Eddie won't judge you for the things he makes you do out of lust and desperation. 

"I love you, Daddy!" you cry out, voice shaking. Eddie grins like a madman.

Your father's rumbling laugh echoes through the door as you grip the fuzzy carpet for dear life, "I love you too, Princess."

His footsteps clunk down the hallway and then the stairs, and Eddie is on you in an instant. Pillow soft lips full of insistence and reverence slide against yours, his cock filling you with each pump and snap of his hips. His body holds yours down as he lavishes you with attention. 

"Good girl," he praises, the weight of him comforting and giving you safety in vulnerability. "Daddy's proud…and I love you too…"

Your brain fog clears for just a moment to realize that Eddie Munson just told you he loves you for the first time. He leans his forehead against yours as he watches your reaction, filled with wary nerves and caution. 

You cling to reality enough to see his own openness, his gratefulness that you've accepted his kinks too. You reach up to cup his jaw and rub the pad of your thumb over his plump bottom lip. You tug on it a bit then let it go. 

"I love you, Eddie."

That cautious stare slips back to a bright smirk, and then he's on you again. His kisses are rough, desperate, needy just like before. Your legs wrap around his hips to keep him close, fingers tangling in his hair and keeping him where you need him. 

Eddie's body presses against yours, hands wandering as he fucks you deep and hard. He swallows your moans, echoes his own back to you, and you take it all. His cock bounces on your cervix, glides through you like it was made to fit inside. 

"I'm never gonna let you go," he whispers between kisses, between fucking you into oblivion. "My sweet girl, my Princess. I love you so fucking much."

His voice strains, that vein popping out in his neck from the effort of holding back. You rock back onto him the best you can, the tingling warmth in your pussy reverberating through your body like lightning. 

"Don't let me go, Daddy. I need you. I love you," you murmur back, full of devotion and emotion you can't properly explain. "Wanna be with you forever!" 

The lightning bursts like thunder, and Eddie's hand on your throat moves to your lips to cover the cry that explodes from your chest. His denim rubs into your nipples, and you know it's going to chafe, but the thought only makes your eyes cross and roll back. 

Your whole body quakes with ecstacy, moans muffled beneath his palm as Eddie snaps. He fucks you like a maniac, pounding you into the soft carpet and holding you down. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he whimpers, his jaw quivering like it always does when he cums. The seriousness of a scene breaks, and all of Eddie's emotion comes out like a flood. 

"I'm here, I'm here, Princess," he whines, rutting into you, cock throbbing. "I'm not going anywhere, I love you too fucking much!"

Eddie shoves himself as deep as he can, thankfully muffling your moan from the pain. His head drops to the crook of your shoulder, his teeth biting into your skin as his body coils and snaps like a livewire. 

Hot cum spurts in waves, flooding you as Eddie grunts like an animal. You hold onto him limply as he empties himself inside, filling your womb with his seed. Your body takes him, takes all of him like you are made to. He's told you enough times. 

Eddie collapses on you with a sharp exhale, sticky sweat cooling on your skin. His lips press sloppily to your neck, over and over until he gets up on his elbows to watch you. 

"You really love me?" he asks quietly, his eyes glistening with tears. 

You reach up again to touch him, to press your fingers to his lip like your staining a promise into his skin. 

"I really love you, Eddie."

This time his grin is nothing but relief, and when he kisses you it's full of reverence and care, sweet sticky dopey love. You moan softly as you kiss him back, holding him in the way he liked. Your fingers wander down his waist until you reach under his shirt and rub his back. 

Eddie nuzzles close, pressing feeble kisses to your cheeks and lips. He always gets like this after, clingy and needy, and you're more than happy to take care of him when he takes such good care of you. 

"I really missed you," he mumbles into your skin, letting out a long sigh. "Two weeks is a long time."

"Dinner tomorrow?" you ask, smiling to yourself. "I wanna see you."

Eddie pulls back to flash you a lopsided grin, "Only if we go back to my place after."

You nod slowly, anxious beyond belief. You'd been thinking about this for a while, but the thought of him saying no was terrifying. 

"I was thinking…you could have dinner here…with me… and my parents."

Eddie's eyes go wide, "You want me to meet them?"

"I needed to know you were all in first, y’know?" you whisper, blushing in the dark. "That this was real."

Eddie softens, and he brushes some of your messy hair back. He presses a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose and nods, "It's real for me. I'm all in, Princess."

You chuckle, "You can't call me that in front of my dad."

Smirking, Eddie leans in and pokes his nose against yours, "As long as you can hold back from calling me Daddy in front of them."

"I'll do my best. It's hard, though…" you pout playfully, "I'm Daddy's Princess."

Eddie laughs lightly, and when he pulls out of you you both groan a bit. He stuffs himself back into his pants and goes for your underwear drawer. You sit up on your elbows as he pulls out a cute pair of pink cotton panties and comes back to you. 

When he starts to loop them around your ankles, you kick lightly at him, "I'm gonna take a shower real quick."

Eddie flashes you a deliciously dark look, "No you're not. You're gonna go have dinner with your father with Daddy's cum leaking out of that pretty little pussy."

You know better than to say no, and even lift your hips for him as he tugs the panties up. He helps you to your feet and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. You wince as you feel his cum glob into your fresh, clean underwear.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he tells you gently, and you nod. "Be good."

As he heads for the window, you wait until he's halfway out before replying, "Never."

Eddie points at you as a warning, but then he's gone, ambling down the trellis and disappearing into the moonlight. 

You straighten your dress and pull your hair back up into a ponytail before heading downstairs. 

Your parents sit in the dining room as you come in, and you kiss your father's cheek before taking your seat. 

"Your mom made chicken," he chuckles happily and pats his belly. "Your favorite, Princess."

"She really is Daddy's Princess, isn't she?" your mother sighs, but it's playful. 

You glance out the window only to see Eddie smirking at you through the glass. He winks one last time and points again before sneaking through the hedges. 

You give your father your most dazzling smile.

"I sure am."

Notes: Hoo... I'm sweaty

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[smurphsbookshelf]

Okay, this is a WIP, but a warm welcome to everyone!

This is my main blog, my writing blog is @smurphyse and here's my writing masterlist! However, Smurphs Bookshelf is going to be a place for writers! I am working on my submissions page, my ask page, and more for this to become a place for writers to submit posts, share writing tips, and more!

If you have any helpful suggestions on how you think I can successfully make this a resource for fellow fic writers, please do not hesitate to let me know! :)

#smurphs bookshelf #on smurphs bookshelf #a pinned post wip

[voiddrop]

Belated happy birthday to the wonderful @smurphyse I am so sorry this is a day late, I have been ill. But! Never mind that! It’s your birth!!!

I do also want to say thank you for being such a brilliant new friend, you’re genuinely a delight to talk to. I love rambling about our favourite ways to describe scenes in writing, or our shared dislike of Cat. You’ve been such an inspiration to me and I look forward to many more conversations to come.

Hope you had a brilliant birthday, Smurph! 💖💖💖💖🎉🎉

#smurph my beloved #smurphyse

[sdeangray]

You know that scene in LEGALLY BLONDE when Elle Woods says, "Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don't shoot their husbands."? 😆 I love that scene (along with the bend and snap, but that's a story for another time).

I had gotten into a funk. And by funk, I mean depression. I had really struggled with depression and anxiety throughout adolescence, but in my twenties I started going to the gym, started writing again (I discovered my passion for writing in high school... hm... maybe that's why I'm still sick there in my head?) and I was able to wean off of my meds.

It was a good run for a while. I was writing, reading, got a new job, exercising regularly...

And then it all stopped.

I don't remember how it happened. But I got a new job and bought a house, the house too far to go to my gym regularly, especially between working and the communte. So, my gym membership expired, I worked tons of overtime, and then I vegged out on the couch in my downtime. I thought I was happy.

Then, I had my son and dealt with post partum. It wasn't severe, thankfully, maybe more like the "baby blues," but I was crying almost every day, felt sluggish, and found myself slipping into my former, self-destructive mindset.

Last year, around this time, I realized the trajectory I was on and I didn't like it, didn't like myself and the excessive weight I had put on (think like 50+ pounds!), when I stumbled across a weight loss post from a girl I went to high school with. Now, I say "girl," but she was a force -- she would enter a room like a boom box on max, messy bun and sweats (but in that preppy way that worked), a smile so broad you couldn't help but smile back, with a sharp-wit humor and a shining confidence like a pinnacle of light in the darkness. She was part of the Smurph, Hickey, Bowes group in high school, which, to me, and through my lens, was *The Group*. I didn't envy them. I admired them. I wanted to be them, a part of this group of intellectual, sporty, outgoing rays of sunshine. But that was not me.

I was the quiet one, the girl with her head down, passing "under the radar" to use Ms. Cav's words. I thought I was okay with it: after all, I didn't want to be seen, didn't want to draw attention to myself, so I stayed quiet, learning more about the grooves on the floor than the eyes of my peers.

Fast forward to early 2020, when the pandemic was still brand new, when people had divided into two speculative camps: COVID-19 was either the apocalypse or the flu blown way out of proportion. But I wasn't thinking about the end of the World, just the end of my world, and with tear-stained cheeks, I went against my timid, fear-of-judgment, self-preserving nature and commented on her post. And she reached out to me.

I'm now part of her fitness group, a year into the program, and approximately 45 pounds lighter and leaner. But it's not just about the weight loss. Oh, no, it's about so much more than that. Endorphins, as Elle Woods would say. Endorphins make you happy, and happy people don't mope around feeling sorry for themselves. They do something about it.

During my weight loss journey, my skin cleared up, my nails grew in thicker, but most importantly, I found a renewed raison d'etre. I started reading and writing again, and I actually plotted and wrote an entire novel over the summer (it's a contemporary college romance), from beginning to end without stopping. Of the three other novels I've finished, this was the first that didn't feel like work. It was straight up fun. But those other three were completely pantsed, and I've now learned that I'm a Plantser: plot the basic outline, fill in a few scenes, but then pants the scenes themselves. It's my sweet spot.

So, I saw the pattern: Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy Dean writes novels.

#amreading #amwriting #endorphins #workout #exercise #beachbody #BOD #writer's life #writerslife #books #about me #legally blonde #elle woods #behappy

[writingstylez]

#throwbackthursday to some of my short and sweet earlier work. #enjoy #poetry #quotes #tbt #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poem #goodmorningpost #hustle #grind #love #steamy #writersofinstagram #writing #creative #art #workflow #work #motivation #legendarysmurph #legend #smurph #smurf (at Atlanta, Georgia)

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[thoughtfullymagnificentkitten]

PERSONAL TAG HELL YEAH

I was tagged by my mom @jungk0oksthighs because she loves me and we both know it ;)

favourite colour(s) - BLACK 

lipstick or chapstick - chapstick

last song i listened to - Hug me by V and Jhope

last movie i watched - The Smurphs? The animation one?

top three fictional characters - Nathen Miller (The 100), don’t know if this counts as a fictional character lol but Jimin in this story “http://archiveofourown.org/works/3403559″ I just think its a really well written story with amaizng character development and although I very rarely read member x member and especially smut this one is the kind of story I could (and have) read more than once lol

top three ships - Literally any bts ship lol, Bellarke (The 100) and my parents lol

currently reading - the only “reading” Iv’e been doing lately was while writing my own story (link to writers blog in my description *wink*)

favourite youtuber - Liza Koshy & Kenniejd

I’m tagging @fightme-bangtan @jeylovestoblog @theeaniilsson @slaeytae @shineehinee5hee @lovely2696 

#bts #personal tag #bts fanfiction #ask #laura #jungk0oksthighs

[ornstein]

Lord Gwyn: I love all my Knights equally! Ciaran, Gough, Artorias, Ornstein, and... *looks at smudged writing on hand*... Smurph.

#dark souls #smough #executioner smough #lord gwyn #this probably has been done already

[bkushnir]

Asteroid Desert Songs, mid 1990s at Milk in Tokyo.  I just heard that Muromatsu Takahiro, aka Magic Alex, the man on the mic pictured here, has passed this week and I wanted to recognize his greatness.  This was a band of rebels, pushing buttons, stretching what was considered the domain of a band to become a sect of knob twiddlers and artistic musical scientists, testing the boundaries of what could legitimately be called music.  And still, they rocked.  The cover of their first CD is below, on the MOOD label - “Pre Main E.P.”  

From the liner notes:  “Introducing - Asteroid Desert Songs - Three talented, mysterious young-adult men coming into prominence with their first great pre-main e.p.    To introduce them individually we have....

Koichi Matsunaga: His zodiac sign is Aquarius.  6 feet talls with dandy beard.  Brown eyes and haircolor’s gold. Writing all Lyrics on this record and singing on BASS part.  Convinces that a great new poetic talent has been discovered.

Takahiro Muramatsu: Virgo.  He is known as MAGIC ALEX.  The percussionist who contributes the high falsetto voice called “Rockin’ Robin style” which can be identified in so many of the arrangements.  Loving wife and C. Schulz’s famous comic strip “Peanuts.”

Koki Takai: Sagittarius. Considered to be one of the finest guitarists around, also fills in many of the vocal background parts.  He is youngest in the group and having a appeal of great importance to you.  “Hi girls I’m just single!!”   ... Uhh... he’s so fresh.”     MOODMAN <M.O.O.D.>

And here is what Magic Alex himself wrote as Liner Notes for this E.P., which I personally consider to be some of the best liner notes ever.  With these written words alone the reader gets a complete sense of the aesthetic of the artists, without listening to a single note of the music.  

“At that time, however other members might be, I was absorbed in miami bass and the likes of that.  My first 7″ single was released and I was on top of the world. And almost always my haircut was poor-looking.  Ahh! Folly Jet (as far as I remember, Koki had already taken this stage name) was earnestly saving money to get a Nagura, this supreme open-reel tape deck was his heart’s desire, to replace his Nakamichi’s Dragon, though the dream has yet to come true.  And Kochi, alias Oscillotron, was putting whimsical catchwords onto the charge of new age music section on the fifth floor of a big CD shop in Shibuya, and was pleased with himself.  And Akira made windbreakers with the logo of ADS ATHLETIC OF SOUND and we four would wear them when we hung out, stupidly you could say.  That’s the way we lived in 1995.  

“It was in the winter of 1994 when Asteroid Desert Songs began.  This single CD was released in the middle of 1996, so we made our debut after about one and a half year activity as a group.  I remember well that we visited the house of Moodman, who was the label runner of “Mood,” about discussing details for releasing our first CD.  We clubbed together and we bought a box of imported chocolates and a bottle of cheap wine for him.  I think I wore Kenzo’s suit, my favorite at that time.  Moodman didn’t come at the appointed time so we got anxious, while his wife treated us to cakes of Pertie, a patisserie at Paris.  It was as like yesterday that we chatted and selected the photograph for the sleeve of the CD together with the designer Ukawa.  

“As you can understand when you listen to the CD, re-released after an interval of ten years, we ADS played an enthusiastic kind of electro hip hop but to my regret in retrospect I can’t find any merit in that, i.e. that we did electro hip hop ten years ago.  Smart listeners would not even give a glance to such a thing then.  Even in 1995 and 1996, there were record shops which sold disks such as “Smurph Across the Surf” by Micronawts at a premium prices of 8,000 yen and I had the impression that several small independent labels including Clear in London tried to revive electros.  Some journals with sharp ears and who were novelty hunters even spoke of an “Electro Revival” and things like that.  But actually it has taken about ten years since then for electros to achieve its certain breakthrough (I think you can say that).  If anything appears ten years earlier than expected nobody notices nor cares.  Koki would often sigh and say, “Electro can’t make me a hero.”  Of course ADS had no reputation for being ahead of the times. 

“Toward the end of 1995, we played at a live-house in Shinjuku (we acted as a kind of opener for Cornelius, a very popular band at that time, and D.M.B.Q. also appeared on the stage that day) but got a very bad response even booing from the audience.   Boys in the seats near the stage deliberately skipped the needle on the turntable and threw cans of beer at us and we were finally pulled down from the stage by a guard.  Such being the case, as you fans of ADS who will listen to this CD can guess, ten years ago maybe we were wrong and the times were wrong, too.  

“The numbers of initial copies of this CD were only 300. Sometimes old acquaintances have asked us, “Do you still keep the master tape of that single?” as though they had just remembered it existed but generally it was a tacit understanding that it’s better to forget about it.  So I am really pleased that we are able to be re-release it.  Possibly, with this opportunity, this single CD (the glorious debut-disk of ADS) may be reevaluated and favorably accepted.  I’d like to sincerely say thank you to all of our dear friends who gave us so much help with this release.  

I hope this CD will become one of the most favorite disks in your CD library.”

Magic Alex note

R.I.P. Magic Alex

[rnurphey]

24-69

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

4 dollars lol

what color socks are you wearing?

fuck socks

how many pillows do you sleep with?

4

do you have a job? what do you do?

i have 2 jobs, im a server and i work at another food place

how many friends do you have?

idk! a lot i guess, but not a lot of close ones

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

live past age 14 lol

whats your favorite candle scent?

i really like fresh linen

3 favorite boy names

knox, damien, and adrian

3 favorite girl names

austen, alexandra, rosalyn

favorite actor?

i dont really have one!

favorite actress?

keira knightley tbh

who is your celebrity crush?

rihanna can do anything to me

favorite movie?

pride and prejudice 2005

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

pandora by anne rice i love that book so much

money or brains?

brains gets you money

do you have a nickname? what is it?

i have a lot but my most common are murph or smurph

how many times have you been to the hospital?

pfft fucking a lot

top 10 favorite songs

this changes a lot idk

do you take any medications daily?

ibuprofen probably

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

combination. i have a really oily tzone

what is your biggest fear?

never finding someone

how many kids do you want?

2 MAYBE 3 

whats your go to hair style?

natural and down or natural and up

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

eh medium

who is your role model?

my mom

what was the last compliment you received?

i get told my eyebrows are nice a lot but a few days ago this drunk girl told me i had perfect knees

what was the last text you sent?

“lmao of course she did”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

i was 8

what is your dream car?

a range rover LMAO

opinion on smoking?

i dont want to do it and i dont like the smell of it but man do i get the urge sometimes

do you go to college?

fuck yeah i do

what is your dream job?

director/of photography

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

city

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

my mom does

do you have freckles?

yeah a few

do you smile for pictures?

ummmm kinda?

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

a fuck ton

have you ever peed in the woods?

yes ive been camping a lot

do you still watch cartoons?

when theres nothing else on

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

wendys fuck mcdonalds

Favorite dipping sauce?

ketchup or chic fil a Polynesian dipping sauce 

what do you wear to bed?

barely anything, maybe a shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee?

no ive never been in one

what are your hobbies?

not dying, writing

can you draw?

i used to

do you play an instrument?

i used to play the violin but i havent in almost a year it makes me sad

#long post #sonyplaystation2

[smurphsbookshelf]

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Adora of Alfheim, Marvel Loki OC.

Adora of Alfheim is a 1500 year old suspected Asgardian Fae who agrees to an arranged marriage with Loki after he loses a bet with Odin. Adora has a daughter, 5 year old Milja, who besides the protection of her realm, is her first priority. She has a lot of faces, a lot of hidden talents, and she keeps her guard up especially around Loki. She trusts no one, and Loki doesn't trust her, which suits her just fine.

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Breakfast with the Enemy | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 3 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, fear, hair pulling, choking, vomiting, forced fingering, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: You and James have an awkward late breakfast together. Later, cuddling on the couch turns into something darker

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Bucky didn't sleep. Her twitching and whines kept him up all night, and his aching cock didn't help. 

She was so small and damaged, and all he wanted was to flip her over and pound her into the mattress until she couldn't move or speak, but he knew he needed to savor it. He wondered idly if she'd cry the whole time, and all it did was soak the sheet in precum. 

She was covered in bruises, and the ones on her thighs intrigued him the most. He knew she'd been with Loki for at least a year, and with how relentless his abuse of her seemed, he wondered if she got them from fighting back. 

Had she closed her legs desperately to stop him? Or was it a byproduct of his own viciousness in bed? She had no idea, but the more Bucky learned about their sex life the more he'd know about the man. 

She still had fire, so he hadn't broken her completely. She was petrified of going back, so he was brutal enough for her to sneak out in the dead of night just to avoid his wrath. 

He gazed down at her troubled face, grimacing even in her sleep. How had she gotten out without him noticing? Steve said everything was still quiet at the compound last he heard, so she was smart enough to disappear into the darkness undetected. 

He'd have to watch out for that. 

The battle between the HYDRAs and the Norns was decades long, starting when Loki and Bucky were just kids. They'd played together as children, their fathers close and their mothers good friends. When the war began, Bucky and Loki wanted nothing to do with it. 

But Bucky could still see him, in his mind's eye, standing over his father's body in that warehouse in Brooklyn…hands stained red as Jimmy Barnes bled out on a dirty floor. The look in Loki's eyes when he spotted Bucky… it changed the way he saw his friend forever. 

He became his enemy. The one he'd do anything to make suffer slowly and painfully, wailing for relief. 

The key to Bucky's revenge lay next to him now, half naked and vulnerable. Lost and alone, a lamb ready for sacrificial slaughter. 

"Little girl," he murmured into her hair. He pulled down the covers enough to expose her legs, one draped over his middle. 

Smoothing his hand up her thigh, Bucky palmed her ample ass and squeezed. She was rail thin from lack of good sleep and food, but he saw the potential of what she could be. She just needed to feel safe.

His cock was trapped under her thigh, and while all he wanted was to force her on it until he was satiated, Bucky ran his hand up and down her leg and whispered to her again. He couldn't break her too quickly. 

"Time to wake up." 

She grumbled a bit as she stirred, clutching him tighter and burying her face in his armpit, "Sleep, please."

Bucky scoffed, smiling as he shook his head. Resting his hand on her shoulder, he shook her lightly, "Wake up, doll."

She peeled her eyes open slowly, blinking as her gaze focused on him smiling down at her. Panic enveloped her as she scrambled to get away, but he gripped her shoulders and hoisted her upright. She went stock still, gulping loudly and staring at him wide eyed. 

Bucky brushed back her hair as she began to tremble, her little chin wobbling, "You hungry?"

She hesitated, watching him suspiciously before saying in a small voice, "I can make you breakfast Mr. Barnes."

“That's not what I asked."

Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head, "I'm okay."

He squeezed her shoulders, and she flinched and tried to curl inward, "Are. You. Hungry?"

Her belly growled loudly and she slapped a hand over it and winced, "Yes, sir."

Looping his hands under her armpits, Bucky lifted her and set her on his hip. He kissed the side of her head and said gently as he carried her out of the room, "Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

There was no mistaking the blush that plumed across her cheeks at the praise, and he wondered how long it had been since she'd gotten any. Loki was manipulative, but maybe since she was locked away in his house all this time he'd dropped the guise and just tortured her. 

While the first floor of Bucky’s building was a garage, the second was a gym and training center, everything made exactly to his specifications. The penthouse was actually the third and fourth floors combined, as Bucky had done extensive remodeling when he bought the place. All open concept, with one of the best views of NYC a guy could ask for.

Two bedrooms, his office, the kitchen and living room were all on the third floor, a series of stairs leading up to the shelf lined walls that were the fourth floor library. A voracious reader, Bucky had taken after his father and purchased as many as he could get his hands on, new and old. There were a few places to sit and read up there, but Bucky mostly used it as a place to snag a book before plopping on the couch in the center of the floor.

“Wow,” she breathed as he took her through the living room and to the kitchen. She clung to him like a child as she turned in his arms to see as much as she could. “Your home is beautiful, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky patted her backside in thanks, keeping her on his hip as he pulled out a few pans and some ingredients for French toast. Realizing he couldn’t make breakfast with her perched on him, Bucky set her on the counter and started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl. She pulled at her fingers as he went about his morning routine, watching him with big watery eyes.

When Bucky went to put a piece of bread in the preheated pan, she let out a little gasp and moved as if to reach for him, but quickly pulled back. He cocked his brow at her, “What?”

She gulped and chewed a bit on the inside of her cheek, “I don’t want you to think I’m telling you what to do…”

He waved his spatula at her, “Tell me.”

Letting out a little sigh, she tugged on her fingers again, “You have to put some butter down or it’ll stick to the pan. It’ll burn.”

“It always burns.”

She nodded, averting her gaze as she submitted. Her scrawny legs dangled over the edge of the counter as her whole body seemed to clench, ready for him to lash out for questioning him. 

After eyeing her for a moment, Bucky went back to the fridge and grabbed a tub of Country Crock, dug a knife in and plopped some butter into the pan. She pointed at it cautiously, “A little more.”

“You know butter is bad for you, right?” 

“Better than Crisco,” she shrugged. “You’re carbing up for your workout, right? It’ll help.”

“And how did you know that, little girl?” he asked playfully, but she just frowned and waved a hand toward his chest.

“Look at you.”

He chuckled at the red spattered across her cheeks, but he did what she suggested and put a little more butter in the pan. She sat quietly as he cooked, only speaking when spoken to and chewing anxiously on her lip. Bucky let her be, tiring quickly of her trembling when all he was doing was making her food.

He piled the french toast high on a plate, grabbed a few extras and took them over to the bar peninsula at the end of the counter. He felt her eyes on him as he moved around, watching his every step. When he went back to the kitchen and approached, she spread her legs on instinct and opened her arms for him to pick her up. It made him grin as he set her on his hip, she was learning so fast and he hadn’t even had her for a day.

He set her down gently in a chair and went back for two coffee mugs and the pot. He set the carafe down on a trivet and settled into the stool next to her. “Do you take sugar or milk?”

She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, “I’m not allowed to have coffee.” Bucky frowned and shot her a look, but she refused to look his way. “Why can’t you have coffee?”

“Loki says it makes me… insufferable,” she mumbled so pathetically Bucky wanted to laugh. “And he doesn’t like the taste on me.”

Bucky pushed the mug closer to her and pointed at it, “Take a drink.”

She eyed him like he was trying to trick her, but she obeyed. Her hand shook as she lifted the mug, and impatiently Bucky cupped it for her and held it to her lips so it didn’t spill everywhere. She took a small sip and grimaced, but he held it until she took a larger one, only pulling away when she began to cough.

As he set it down she wiped her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her eyes watering, “It’s… strong.”

“It’s coffee, doll, it’s supposed to wake you up,” he chuckled and she spared him a small smile in return. “How’s it gonna do that without a little kick?”

“Good point,” she murmured, looking back at her hands again. 

Bucky really couldn’t help himself, not when she was so afraid and wracked with nerves. Trailing his fingers up her arm, she caught his eye just before he wrapped them around her throat. Her gasp caught mid breath as he pulled her close, his nose nuzzling close to hers.

Tears welled as she went stiff, expecting him to hurt her but for now he had no plans to. Instead, Bucky pressed his lips to hers like he had last night. She didn’t stay frozen for as long this time, and when he kissed her again she relaxed under his firm grip. When his tongue snaked in her mouth, groaning as he tasted the coffee on her lips, she went limp and glassy-eyed.

She tasted sweet like honey, the bitterness of the carmelized dark roast blending like heaven in the soft expanse of her mouth. His mind went wild thinking about how she’d feel wrapped around his dick, and too soon he had to pull away. Patience, Barnes, patience.

She nearly fell off the stool she leaned so hard into his hand. Bucky gave her one last peck and sat her upright, then moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, “I like the way it tastes on you.”

“Wh-oh,” she stammered as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Bucky picked up a fork and speared a piece of toast, depositing it on her plate. She stared at it stupidly so he gave her a soft squeeze, “Eat.”

After twenty agonizing long minutes, she finished a piece and a half, eventually holding her little belly as it settled. Bucky himself had eight pieces, watching her peck her way through her own like a little bird. 

"You finished?" he asked softly, and she nodded so he took what was left of her piece and shoved it in his mouth. 

Without prompting, she took his plate and hers and took it to the sink. Bucky watched with idle curiosity over his mug as she washed the dishes with comfortability, like she'd lived with him for years. He let her, as it was the first time her hands had stopped shaking since he met her, scrubbing egg and butter from the pans with precision. 

He waited until she was done to say, "You don't have to do that, y’know?"

She turned and shrugged, "What else am I going to do?"

Setting down his mug, Bucky stood from the stool. Her eyes went wide and she twisted to face the sink again as if it would protect her from him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, delighting in her little shiver. 

"I can think of a few things," he whispered hotly against her skin, kissing a few errant spots here and there. 

Her body froze in place, and there was no mistaking the fearful clench of her jaw. "I meant… outside of that. You want me to be useful, right?"

"Mmm," Bucky hummed, frowning to himself. He hadn't thought about that. "We'll figure something out. If my housekeeper catches you doing her work she'll throw a fit."

"Oh," she said, her shoulders dropping as she eyed the dishes she'd washed. "I didn't realize… Loki had me clean every day."

"I'm not Loki," Bucky growled, pressing his nose threateningly to the back of her ear. He grazed his teeth along the shell, "You have other things to offer me, doll."

She turned slowly in his arms, and he pushed her against the counter just to intimidate her. It worked, the thick swallow she made as she watched him stirred something deep within him. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears as she whispered, "I'll do whatever you want, sir."

Bucky grinned like a fiend, "You will if you know what's good for you."

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After one of the most uncomfortable breakfasts of your life, James took you by the wrist and dragged you into the living room. You were pulled off your feet as he plopped down on the couch and tugged you to his side. 

You frowned in confusion when he snagged a blanket from the back of the couch and covered you both with it, letting you nestle into the crook of his shoulder. He flicked on the television and some hallmark movie played, one of those cute Christmas ones that Loki despised. 

"Relax, doll," he told you, patting your backside and chuckling when you jumped. 

"I thought you wanted me here to sleep with me," you said slowly, desperately trying to not enjoy his warmth. 

His chest was hard beneath you, strong but comfortable where Loki was all sharp edges and biting tones. Even his prosthetic was comfortable in the way it draped over your back and held your ass in his palm. He gave you a light squeeze and rested his cheek on the top of your head. 

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," he said easily, like this whole situation wasn't fucked up. It was hard to remind yourself that he was just as dangerous as Loki when he was treating you like this. Maybe that was the point.

"Then why are you taking care of me?" 

James sighed in annoyance, “You want the truth?”

You hesitated. Did you? Maybe the less you knew the better. 

When you didn’t answer, James pawed at you until you sat up. Gripping your shoulders tightly, his piercing eyes bored a hole through yours as he asked, “Well? Yes or no, doll, I ain’t got all day.”

“I…” you stammered, petering off. James shook you and set his jaw, so you forced yourself to speak, “I don’t want to play mind games anymore. If you want something, just tell me and I’ll do it for you. I don’t have the energy to try to read your mind and fail every time.”

James scoffed, but a devilish smirk spread across his face, “Again, then you should have let me shoot you.”

“Shoot me now, then,” you spat through gritted teeth. That smirk turned into a toothy snarl, and within a second you were launched off the couch and held down on the expensive carpet by your throat.

The blanket tangled between you as James mounted you, throttling you viciously and ripping it away. You struggled under his grasp, kicking as much as you could but he just forced your thighs apart with his own. You couldn’t do anything but flail and cry while he squeezed you so hard your vision blurred.

“How’s this for the truth?” he hissed, shoving up your shirt and exposing you to him. His clothed groin ground against your bare cunt, hard and ready to rip you to pieces. Choking you harshly and ignoring your whines, James leaned in and growled in your ear, “I’m gonna violate every single inch of this body, little girl. You’re my toy now, you belong to me.

“And when I’ve ruined you for anyone else,” James snarled, his nose flush against yours, his breath hot and heavy. “I’m going to tell Loki exactly what I did, and he’ll know just how much you enjoyed it!”

“I won’t like it!” you screamed back, sobbing through your fear and rage. “You’re a rapist, just like him!”

James laughed cruelly, and he brought his other hand between you to cup between your legs. Without warning he shoved two fingers inside, choking you roughly and watching as you cried. Your walls stretched painfully, burning as he ground them as deep as he could, his eyes locked onto yours all the while.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing yours as the chaos suddenly came to a standstill. His fingers slipped from your pussy and he brought them up. When his eyes looked to them, you found yourself looking too. 

He spread his fingers to show the slick webbing stringing between them. James turned to you and grinned, “Then why are you so wet?”

You squinted in confusion, disbelief. It couldn't be real, you weren't enjoying this! You pushed at him and he blessedly let you go, watching gleefully as you scrambled away. Tugging the shirt down to cover where he'd molested you, tears streamed down your face and your chest heaved. 

James got to his knees and sat back on his heels, bringing his fingers up to suck on them. He moaned disgustingly as you watched, horrified and trembling on the carpet. 

"Me or him, doll," he moaned as he pulled them from his lips with a sickening pop. "I can still get you home before he wakes up, but I shudder to think of what he'll do if you come home after that."

You rubbed your throat to ease the sting the best you could, but you knew by now that no amount of gentle massaging would take away what came next. Your stomach lurched as your head swam, and on instinct you got to your feet and bolted for the bedroom. 

James was after you in a second, his heavy footfalls pounding behind you down the hallway. You feebly tried to swing the door shut as you entered the bathroom, crashing painfully to your knees as you threw up the breakfast he’d made into the toilet. 

As wonderful as it tasted going down, French toast was awful coming back up. James’ panting was the only other sound in the small room as you threw up again, and he kneeled behind you and rubbed his hot hand up your back. 

“I lost my temper, doll,” he murmured as you spat the rest of it out. “You upset me is all.”

You scoffed and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve heard that before, Mr. Barnes.”

Blinking away tears, you turned to face him, leaning against the wall and reveling in the cool tile against your body. James sunk down and sat next to you, his large thigh pressed against yours. He palmed your leg and gave you a small squeeze.

“You can call me James,” he told you, in a voice much too sweet for the way he’d been strangling you moments ago. “I plan on keeping you for a while, you may as well call me by my name.”

“You gonna keep calling me ‘doll?’” 

James’ mouth twitched into a grim smile as his grip turned harsh. You gasped and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you, instead pinning it down on the tile floor. 

“You are a doll, not a person,” he told you seriously. “Just a thing to be used so I don’t give you back to Loki.”

You glared at him through watery eyes and nodded, “Fine.”

“Fine, what?” 

“I choose you, James,” you sneered, and all he did was smile wider. “I’d rather be your doll than his punching bag.”

James reached out to cup your jaw with his prosthetic hand, the cool metal warming with your body heat. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and he let it drag as he chuckled, “You don’t call what just happened making you into my punching bag?”

You laughed back bitterly, “You have no idea what that man did to me. You have no idea what I’ve let him do so I could survive.”

“You remember that, doll,” James whispered, brushing back your hair like he was your lover and not your captor. He leaned in and kissed your cheek for a moment before pulling back. “You let this happen. Whatever happens to you in this penthouse… you chose it.”

Your chin wobbled as you nodded, your fate now set in stone. 

This was your fault. Just like it was when you let Loki buy you a drink so long ago… you ignored your instincts and let him make you his prisoner, and now you’ve let James do the same.

You let this happen to you… again.

“I choose you.”

Notes: Doll's playing with fire! Do you think she's made the right choice? The more Bucky learns about Loki, how do you think Doll will fare??

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A Strange Affection | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 10 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, mentions of abuse, choking, somnophilia, mentions of murder, violence, shootings

Summary: Doll thinks back to a night with Loki. James wakes her up in a surprising way, and later she meets Peter and Sam.

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

You sat comfortably in an expensive dress, in an obscenely expensive restaurant, with Loki's sinful hand creeping up your thigh. Dim candlelight glinted along the delicate crystal champagne flutes on the table, finished plates waiting to be taken away as you waited for the dessert Loki ordered. 

Hela and Thor chuckled at some joke Loki had told, but your attention was mostly focused on his cool fingers smoothing along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh under the tablecloth.  He leaned on his elbow on the table, smirking like a snake and far more beautiful than he had any right to be. 

"Speaking of which," Hela pointed out before thickly swallowing from her glass. She waved a hand at you and Loki. "When are you two getting married? I need a new reason to celebrate besides work."

You and Loki caught one another's eye, and he squeezed your leg before glaring at his sister. "Whenever this one decides to grace an altar with me."

"Hey, I'm twenty six," you replied playfully, "I'm not ready yet."

"You two have been together for two years. Why wait?" Thor asked with a furrowed brow. "Loki isn't getting any younger."

"I mean, it makes sense," Hela interjected. Loki made a face at his brother who only smirked back. "Your career is taking off, you're much younger than Loki, and you've a bright future ahead of you."

"A future that still includes me," Loki said grumpily. You slid your hand over his and intertwined your fingers together. He softened a bit when you smiled at him. "I suppose I can wait. Brother, what about you? It's been years since you lost Jane. Hela is an asexual aromantic arse, what's your excuse?"

"Loki!" you and Hela scolded. Jane was a sore subject for Thor, and he dejectedly shrugged into his flute. 

"I'm not ready. You two should tie the knot while you have the time together."

You reached over and grabbed Thor's hand. You pulled it up to your lips and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand as an apology. His cheeks dusted a light pink and he squeezed your fingers lightly before pulling away. 

"You have time, brother," Loki decided, his tone lighter and nicer this time. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, "After all, I didn't meet the love of my life until my forties. Another love may come along for you."

You turned enough to kiss him, slow and languid. Loki's love for you poured in as he kissed you back, always so sweet and soft for you. Regardless of who he was at work, when he came home he was your big softie. 

"Will you still love me when I'm in my forties?" you asked him as you pulled away, a cheeky grin playing on your lips. 

Loki nearly purred as he leaned in to reply, full of a headiness you knew would pounce on you as soon as you got home. 

"Darling, I'd sooner die than let you go."

The next morning you woke up to James between your spread thighs, his lips on your neck. Everything was warm and hazy… streams of sunlight pouring in through the massive windows around the bed. The warm scent of his cologne surrounded you, dark bourbon and musk and cinnamon far more comforting than it had any right to be.

You’d been having a strange yet wonderful dream. Unseen hands and soft warm skin slid against yours, touching you slowly, riling you up until you burst. You’d been rocked into complacency, limp submission as you reveled in the bliss of their fondling.

He kissed you insistently, grumbling to himself as you struggled to wake up. He palmed your breasts in time, and you sluggishly asked, "James?"

"Stay just like that, doll," he grunted, flicking your nipples with his thumbs and making your back arch. "Daddy's almost done."

It took you a few moments to realize that James was inside of you. His slippery cock glided through your slick hole with ease. There was no pain, just the lingering tingles of an orgasm you seemed to have missed. 

In your shock you just laid there, his throbbing length grinding deeper and deeper. His groans suddenly engulfed you with their insistence, his groping hands clutching you tighter as he neared his release. 

"So soft, so wet for me even in your sleep…" he muttered against your skin, and he was right. "Just a few touches and you were all ready for me like a good girl."

James' teeth grazed your neck, making you pull in a shuddering breath. Your pussy flooded over his dick, your body betraying your surprise of him fucking you in your sleep. You couldn't seem to help yourself as you began to paw at his shoulders to push him off you. 

"Now, now," he grunted, forcing himself harder inside. You moaned sharply, an embarrassing yelp of pleasure from it. "Don't fight me, doll. We talked about this."

"Roll over," you commanded, and he pulled himself from your neck with a pop. 

“Excuse me?” he asked with a smirk. His eyes glittered in the morning light, ice blue and beautiful. You almost lost your nerve, but you had something in mind. 

“Roll over,” you told him again, pushing harder. To your surprise he did as you told him, grunting in annoyance when he had to slip out of you. 

James settled on his back, adjusting for a moment before you climbed on top of him. The inner muscles of your thighs ached from the last week of sex, surprisingly good sex, and his impressive girth. His cock was warm and wet as you settled on his hips, but you didn't angle him inside just yet. 

He wetted his bottom lip, large hands gripping your waist in barely restrained anticipation. You set your smaller ones over his and gave him a soft squeeze. 

"James?" you asked sweetly, syrupy and in that small voice he seemed to like. Your submissive voice. 

He rolled his hips impatiently, grunting a bit, "Doll, c'mon. I ain't got all day."

"I know," you murmured. You let your fingers trail feather light over his, running them down his wrists and up his big muscled arms. Leaning over him, you placed a kiss on his chest. 

It surprised you, the way he sighed and melted into the sensation. The tension in his fingers and shoulders released, and when you did it again, he let out a soft groan. "I wanna ask you something…daddy."

Feeling him shift, you glanced up to see him raising his head to squint at you. You flashed him a sweet smile, but he didn't seem convinced. 

"Ask me what?"

"Well, I thought about what you said last night," you began softly, making your way up his body. Pressing kisses to his chest and collarbone, you suppressed a shiver at his words that rang through your head clear as a bell. 

Because short of cutting off all his skin and feeding it to him in strips, it's the slowest and most painful way to kill the last Odinson.

James' hands slid up to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh as he waited for you to continue. Licking a stripe up his neck, you sealed it with a kiss to his jugular. He throbbed beneath, grip tightening with each one you trailed up his jaw. 

"You said you'd protect me…" you murmured in between. Your fingers danced up his body until you brushed back his hair, looming above him. He watched you curiously in the morning light as you cocked your head and asked, "Did you mean that?"

As you played with his hair and caressed his cheek, James nodded slowly, "I did, doll. Where are you going with this?"

You bit your lip, struggling to come up with the courage you needed. This hulking man laid beneath you, bare and disturbingly beautiful in the morning light. You were a weak bird in the jaws of a wolf, and he could crush you in an instant. 

"I was wondering…" you began shakily, your fingers trembling where they touched his skin. "I was wondering if we could go outside today?"

James' squint turned into a hard glare, and without warning he launched up. With a yelp, you were brought to the edge of the bed as he scooted down, gripping you tightly with his strong hands. 

"Get on your knees. I don't have time for this-."

"No, no, no!" you begged, trying to maneuver to see his face again as he pushed you off his lap. As he stood, you pressed your hands to his chest to stop him, "Please, I'll be so good! I'll do whatever you want and stay right next to you. I won't even speak unless you want me to!"

James' hands encircled your wrists, but he didn't push you away. Gently, you pressed against him until he plopped back down on the edge of the bed, watching you intently. You climbed back onto his lap in an instant, sliding your hands up to cup his face between your palms. 

"I'll be your good girl, I promise," you told him, and you meant it. You leaned in and kissed him. 

It was desperate, but it lit something inside of you. If you could just make this man happy, he'd take care of you. So far, he had. You were going to make it out of this alive, and if you had to stay with James for the rest of your life, you were going to give him every reason to treat you right. 

Slipping a hand between you, you pumped him in your small grip. Thankfully, he'd opened you up already, so when you angled him to your stretched hole he slid easily inside. James let out a soft grunt as you sank onto him, and you echoed it back as heartfelt as you could. 

"I'll be your sweet girl, daddy," you whispered against his lips. Bracing yourself on your knees, you began to move. His twitching length told you how close he was, and you put everything you had into satisfying him. "I'll be your silent little doll, only loud in the bedroom for you."

"Yeah?" he asked coyly, and before you knew it his prosthetic hand slid up to palm your throat. James moved his hips in time, fucking up slowly into you as he held you captive in his grip. "You'll do everything I tell you to?"

You nodded the best you could, and his hand tightened. James leaned close and whispered threateningly against your lips, his breath fanning across your face, "Isn't that what you're already supposed to be doing?"

Your heart fell into your stomach, heat rising to your cheeks as your jaw began to tremble. "You can dress me up… a trophy you can show off."

Now he smiled wolfishly, a big toothy grin that made you shiver, "You want Loki to know you're going out in public with me?"

"It'll kill him inside and you know it."

James stilled, and in that moment you realized both of your chests were heaving from the stress of this little game you decided to play so early in the morning. Something was happening between you, some sort of understanding of manipulation and violence. 

Your shaking hands held his face, and when you pulled him close James didn't fight you. Your lips slotted together in perfect unison, like they were meant to meet like this, amidst a sea of death and abuse. Your body acted on its own, hips rolling to meet his as a flood of slick pooled between you. 

Each time you raised your hips, James’ lifted and pulled you down to meet him. The squelching of your cunt around his dick filled the room, soft moans reverberating back and forth between your lips. The world melted away, all of it. The looming scythe of death, the burden of saving your own life, the trauma of the past… it was gone for just a few precious moments. 

He pulled you down one final time, thick fingers choking you tightly as a wave of ecstasy poured from you. Your orgasm slammed into your veins in a shattering haze of release as you cried out in pain and pleasure. 

James came hotly inside your used and sore pussy, a flood of sticky spend that hit your cervix hard and fast. He cursed as both his hands tightened on your body, guttural and deep. You moved the best you could with his hold on you until James stopped you himself. 

He panted as he came down, spent and tired. You collapsed against him with a sigh, your head landing on his shoulder and your arms slung around his neck. His palm slipped from your throat to meet the other on your back, rubbing light circles into your skin.

Your cunt twitched where he was still inside you, exhausted and sore beyond belief. James' cheek pressed against the top of your head as he caught his breath. All you could do was lay limply in his arms, the whirlwind of the morning ending just as quickly as it came. 

"You okay, doll?" James asked softly, pressing a kiss to your sweaty hair. "You alive?"

You nodded the best you could as a strange affection washed over you. Your body acted once more on its own, content and satisfied as terrified as you were on a daily basis. Your lips landed on his shoulder, soft and slow, and you kissed him gently in the streams of amber light shining through the windows. 

As you made your way up to his chin, James' hold tightened, but unlike during sex it wasn't threatening. It was gentle, possessive in that way Loki used to show you after a night of passion and love. He squeezed and caressed your body with each press of your lips on his skin. 

Gaining some strength in your wobbly limbs, you made your way to his. He seemed surprised as you kissed him slowly, drinking in his taste and scent. It surrounded you, blanketed you in an unfamiliar sense of safety and care. You wanted to live in that feeling, so you kissed him again. And again. 

"You really want to go outside, don't you?" he asked as he pulled back. Your brain was foggy, and your long-neglected pussy already seemed to want more of that pleasure from him. You wanted to fade away again. 

"It's been so long," you whispered painfully. You didn't want to think about this. It hurt too much. "I wanna feel the sun on my skin. I wanna breathe fresh air." 

James watched you for a moment as he thought, licking his bottom lip. He scanned you for truth, likely for more things to torture you with, but you didn't care. Since last night this was all you could think about… being in the light for once. 

His hand came down lightly on your ass, and he lifted you without any effort, making his way toward the bathroom. 

"Let's get you cleaned up for the day, doll."

Bucky set the girl on the counter while he filled the tub. He was half tempted to shove her face-first into the shower tile and fuck her until she couldn't walk for the rest of the day, but he had things planned. 

He'd just wanted to feel her let go again, like she had last night. He was happy she woke up to see what he was doing to her, sure, but he'd wanted to savor her sleepy moans a bit more. Her confession last night had been running through his mind all night, and he'd wanted a bit of peace from her revelations before the day began. 

His brother and sister died. I think most of him did too, but it took me too long to see how far gone he was.

That had bothered him…mostly because Bucky was the reason Hela and Thor were dead. A part of him loathed the fact that it bothered him that he was the reason she'd been abused in the first place. He couldn’t afford to go soft, especially not for her.

She should have known what she was getting into with Loki, he told himself, she should have thought before sleeping with a mob heir. 

Loki only rose to the throne because Bucky killed his siblings. Loki had been the one he was aiming at, but a hail of gunfire into a limo can only be so accurate. Bucky had no idea what he was setting into motion when he did it.

"You never answered me," she said softly behind him. When he turned to look at her she was swinging her feet shyly over the edge of the counter, wringing her hands nervously. 

Bucky snapped off the faucet and made his way to her. She had a few bruises forming on her throat from the times he'd choked her, but the rest of her bruises from Loki were fading. In a few days they'd be gone, and only his marks would remain. 

Picking her up, Bucky set her on his hip and carried her into the tub. She clung to his shoulders like a child, still small and sweet after everything the world, he, and Loki had done to her. The water stung as he stepped in, but he'd noticed she preferred it hotter than him, and he wanted to give her some comfort before he left her for the whole day. 

Bucky settled into the suds with her on his lap, and she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. As his hand landed on her back, she melted into him, her small body going limp. 

"When was the last time you were outside?" he asked quietly, hating how guilty it made him feel. He ran his hands up and down her spine, dipping back into the water and spreading it along her skin. "Before last week when you ran?"

She sniffled a bit against him, her arms tightening. She shrugged pathetically, "The night they died."

He didn't need to ask who. Bucky already knew. It rotted in his gut like a bad apple. 

"That was a year and a half ago, doll."

"I know," she murmured. "He said it wasn't safe."

Wasn't safe from James Buchanan Barnes. 

"You believed him?" he asked cautiously, his brow furrowing. 

Her head shook, her nose brushing against his neck. Bucky felt her frown, "I was there when they died. Of course I believed him."

Bucky couldn't help the way he flinched, but she seemed too tired to notice. The girl nuzzled into him and adjusted to lift up her wrist. Her scar glimmered in the light, long and deep. It was surgical, but still jagged, the result of an automatic pistol blasting through skin. 

"Loki tried to shield me, but when I went to help them the shooter fired again. I shattered both bones and a few in my wrist."

Bucky took her hand with a gentle grip. She settled with her cheek against his chest, watching as he inspected her. "It must have hurt."

"Not as much as the last year and a half," she told him in a pained voice. "I'd rather get shot again than go back."

White hot rage bubbled in his belly. What the hell could she have done that night that Loki would spend the last year and a half abusing her? If he’d tried to save her, why had he spent all this time hurting her?

"James?" 

Bucky sucked in a breath as her voice brought him back to the present. "Uh, yeah, doll?"

"Do you want me to go back?" she asked quietly. "Or…do you want me to stay?"

"Are you asking if I like having you here?" he asked back, just as quiet. 

She shrugged like a child once more, burying her face into him so he couldn't see her. "I don't know…"

Bucky found himself wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest. An odd pang shifted inside him, leaving his mouth dry. She didn't fight, didn't struggle, just sighed as her eyelids fluttered shut. 

"I don't have the urge to strangle you anywhere else but the bedroom," he told her slyly. She stiffened, and he couldn't seem to help himself. "Yet."

"Oh, okay."

Bucky chuckled to himself, but he didn't press it any further and neither did she. After a while, he turned her around to wash her and her hair. She had pretty curls, soft bouncing ones when she left it down, so Bucky decided he'd do this for her. He wanted to see it. 

He pinned up her hair as he went over her with a loofa. Eyeballing the bodywash, Bucky scrubbed her back lightly. She sighed, enjoying the attention he showed her, so he leaned in and asked softly, “Did Nat give you this?”

She nodded, “I thought you’d like the smell.”

"Hmm." She was doing things already to make him happy. 

Good. 

After he finished, Bucky lifted her from the tub and dried her off. She was completely compliant, letting him lift her arms and legs and maneuvering her however he wanted. She didn't tremble like she had a few days ago, instead listening patiently for commands. 

He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom, where she sat on the mattress as he went through the closet. Natasha and Yelena had put a few day's worth of clothes in for her. They were still a little big and unfitted, but tomorrow they were bringing by her tailored pieces. 

He selected a blue sundress with spaghetti straps for her and a white cardigan but no panties. This way, when he came home tonight he'd have easy access to her if he chose. He put on his clothes and then dressed her like a doll, stepping back to admire her. 

The girl watched him nervously as he inspected her, nearly bouncing on her toes waiting for him to speak. Bucky made his way to her, cocking his head. He reached out and pulled her the rest of the way to him by the skirt of the dress.

“You look good,” he murmured. A blush creeped across her cheeks and she smiled up at him.

“Really?” 

“If I didn’t have work to do I’d stay here and fuck you all day,” he replied, delighting in the way her eyes went wide. 

Bucky laced one hand around her waist, the other dipping under the dress. His fingers ghosted up her inner thigh, her mouth opening just a bit as her body tensed. Her pretty lips were pink, dusted a bit red from their kissing earlier, so he leaned close and nuzzled his nose against hers.

Dragging his hand up, her legs spread without prompting. Bucky pressed the pads of his fingers against her pussylips, kissing her at the same time. She let out a whimper that went straight to his cock, but he pulled away before he got too riled up.

“C’mon,” he commanded, bringing his palm to the back of her neck. He led her out of the bedroom, smiling to himself at the deep steadying breath she took. 

They made their way to the living room, and as soon as she spotted Steve, Sam, and Peter she tried to stop in her tracks, but Bucky just pushed her along. The girl tugged anxiously at her sleeves, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

"Doll, you remember Steve," he said, waving a hand toward his oldest friend. She waved a quick hand but let it drop just as fast. "This is Sam, and that's Peter."

Sam was dressed just as Bucky and Steve were, in suits ready for the office. Peter wore a t-shirt and jeans as Bucky had instructed, wanting the girl to feel a bit more comfortable around the stranger. 

"When I go to work, Peter will be staying with you during the day. He’s here to protect you.”

Peter nodded, but Bucky knew he was unhappy with this assignment. When he’d called him from the car last night his voice was filled with disdain at the thought of babysitting, but he’d assured him that keeping the girl safe was top priority. Obviously, the kid didn’t believe him.

“You’re leaving?” she asked softly, turning to look up at him with nervous eyes. Her hand gripped his tightly, and he brought it to his lips, pressing them to her knuckles.

“I’ll be back at five.” She nodded, but didn’t look any less dejected, so he led her over to the dining room.

Bucky had the guys set it up, the long table stacked high with boxes and files he’d pulled from his own archives. He’d gone through every scrap of paper and intel time and time again, but if she was to stand a chance against Loki, the girl would need all the information Bucky had.

“These are all the paper records I have on my business, my father’s, and all we did with the Norns. I have more coming, but in the meantime, you’ll start here.”

Her head cocked to the side, but she quickly pulled away from him to inspect the boxes. Bucky watched with amusement as she pulled a file out of a box and opened it. “This is banking records, transactions? Import/export?”

Bucky’s eyes widened with happy surprise as she turned to face him. There was something analytical in her gaze that he hadn’t seen before. He knew at that moment she was smarter than he’d given her credit for.

“Yep. Emails, texts, transcripts of phone calls too.”

She waved the file at him, “This could send you to jail for the rest of your life. Why would you let me look at it?”

Bucky scoffed and leaned against one of the tall-backed chairs, “Because if I had a girl like Loki had you, I’d put a few of those shell companies in your name. I’m sure he did. You could go to jail, too.”

Letting out an irritated sigh, she tossed the file onto the table. Her hands found their way to her hips. “That fucking bastard.”

Bucky snapped his fingers, and Steve produced a baby blue cell phone. He handed it to Bucky, who gave it to the girl. She eyeballed him before she took it, twisting it in her hands.

“You’re giving me a lot of leeway, James.”

“I’m giving you tools to succeed, doll.” He took a step toward her and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her pelvis to his. She stiffened at his doing so with so many people around, but didn’t pull away. Bucky pointed at the cell, “This is yours. I don’t want you to have any social media, but I installed Spotify and a few games on there for you.” She made a face, “Does Loki have this number?”

“No, the only numbers in there are mine, Sam, Steve, and Peter’s.” 

“Okay,” she said quietly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. “I have free reign to access any information I need?”

“The guys will let me know and I’ll approve it.”

She let out a long sigh and nodded, “I’ll get started here.”

Bucky kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger before pulling back. She leaned into it, then gazed up at him with wide eyes. He brushed back her damp hair and gave her a smile, “I’ll see you when I get home, doll.”

He went to leave, but she pulled him back by the wrist. Before he could do anything she kissed him right on the lips, deep and sweet. Her hands found their way to his jaw, giving him a light squeeze before she pulled back. 

Bucky blinked slowly as his brain processed her affection, as brazen as it was. She simply patted his cheek and smiled, “Have a good day, James.” 

And with that she turned back to the table and started pulling out files. Bucky laughed lightly, turned on his heel, and made his way to the elevator. As he pressed his thumbprint to the pad he made eye contact with Peter.

“Keep an eye on her, kid.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Barnes.”

Notes: This was my first chapter after my break, so please let me know what you think! How do you feel about Doll starting her own manipulations? How do you think she'll get along with Peter?

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No Blood Here | Steddie x Reader

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Chapter 1: Stuck in the Middle

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, spitting, begging, creampie.

Summary: After a bad relationship, you make the self-destructive decision to sleep with your stepbrother, Eddie Munson

You sighed as you inspected your earrings in the mirror. They just weren't doing it for you. You were heading to a party on campus at the local Hawkins University. You were a full time student with a part time job, so you didn't get to go out and have fun very much. It was time you did.

After a terrible breakup last year, you were ready to get back out there again.  You'd put on a tight skirt and sweater, ready to drink with your friends and let loose for once. You had even put on heels, makeup and did your hair, but these damned earrings just weren't right. 

"Where's your mom?" Eddie's voice came from behind, and you looked away from your ears to watch him in the mirror. He shook a pile of clothing at you, "She said she'd sew these for me."

Ah, Eddie Munson. You'd had a dreadful crush on him in high school, even though he was "Scary Eddie" with his black clothing and painted nails. He was never interested in you, and now you supposed that was fine since he was technically your step brother. 

Six months ago your mom married Wayne Munson in a whirlwind romance while you were taking a semester abroad. You didn't even know about it until you got a picture in the mail while you were in Paris of them at the courthouse, Eddie lurking in the background in a ridiculous all-black getup and eyeliner even for their special day. 

You got home a month ago, and since then you've been dealing with Eddie in your house all the time. He didn't like you, and he didn't like the house, opting instead to sleep in the basement which he affectionately called, ‘The Cave’. He bitched all the time about how lucky you had it that you grew up in a three bedroom house in town instead of the trailer park. He was right, but he didn't need to yell at you about it. It wasn’t your fault, after all.

He looked too pretty like that in a Metallica shirt and patched jeans. Your mom had taken great pride in fixing Eddie's clothes, making sure they matched his style. His hair hung over his shoulders, and he raised his brows at you when you didn't answer, impatient as ever. 

"She and Wayne went out to dinner," you told him, taking off the earrings. You dropped them into your jewelry box and dug around for a different pair. 

Eddie groaned, cursing to himself, "Do you know how to sew? I need these tonight."

You turned and headed over to him, holding out your hand for it. Eddie dropped it into your palm, leaning against the door frame and squinting down at you. 

"How do you always tear your clothes?" you scoffed, moving over to one of your drawers. You weren't as good a seamstress as your mother, but you could patch the holes in his jeans. 

You had no idea what Eddie got up to outside of the house. During the day he worked with Wayne at a mechanic shop in town since the plant closed down a few years ago. He’d decided not to go to college after barely finishing high school. After work, he usually came home long enough for dinner with you, your mom, and Wayne, but hauled ass out of the house soon after. He’d come home smelling like weed and cheap beer… and even cheaper perfume.

You bent over to search for your sewing kit, and a wolf whistle erupted behind you. 

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" Eddie asked slyly. He only seemed to call you that when he wanted to be an asshole. "Or should I say, not wearing?"

You stood up sharply, your face rushing with heat. There was no way your skirt was short enough for him to see your tiny underwear, was there? 

Turning slowly, you faced him with a sheepish glare. "Do you want me to fix your pants or not?"

"Where are you goin’, anyway?" he asked, ignoring your question. "You got a hot date?"

"I'm going to a party on campus," you told him sharply. You snatched your sewing kit, careful not to bend down too much, and went back over to your vanity to fix his jeans. 

Sitting down in front of the mirror, you went to work. Eddie sidled up behind you, smirking at you in the reflection. He put both hands on the table, caging you in from behind. His breath landed hotly on your cheek, "You trying to get laid tonight?"

“Ugh, Eddie!” you snapped, swatting at him over your shoulder. He dodged it easily, and made no move to pull away. If anything, he got closer, his chest brushing your shoulder blades. 

“What’s a good girl like you going out dressed like that if you aren’t trying to score?” he asked. His dark eyes glittered in the mirror, way more playful than the mood you were in. “What would your mother say, sweetheart?”

“Will you leave me alone?” you seethed, nearly baring your teeth at him. You were embarrassed enough that he was right. It had been way too long since you’d had an orgasm by someone other than yourself, but it was none of his business. 

You sewed up the gash in his pants the best you could, desperately trying to ignore him looming behind you. When they were finished you snipped off the excess thread and held them up for him. 

"There, now go away."

Eddie took them out of your hands, eyeing the stitches. Slowly, he set them back on the vanity, caging you in once more with his palms on your makeup table. 

"What do those guys have to offer you anyways?" he asked quietly, but it had an edge to it.  

You cleared your throat and shrugged, "Fifteen minutes of forgetting about school and work and everything else."

"Can those guys even make you cum?"

The question startled you so much you sat up ramrod straight, your back pressing into Eddie's chest. You flinched away nervously and avoided his gaze, sputtering, "That's, th- that is none of your business!"

"So that's a no," Eddie chuckled. His hands pulled away to grip the back of your chair, and suddenly you're pulled away from the table. He rounded you before you knew it, getting on his knees on the plush rug beneath you. His dark eyes shone with amusement as he gazed up at you. "Those dumb frat boys can't satisfy you, sweetheart."

"Eddie, what are y-," you began, but he set his warm palms on your knees, thumbs rubbing circles on the tops of your legs. 

"I've been thinking about these strong cheerleader thighs since high school," he mutters, eyes trailing up your bare legs to your tiny skirt. "I wonder what makes them tremble…”

His wide palm slid up the inside of one of your legs, and your eyes followed until he reached the lining of your skirt. Your brain seemed to kick into gear, thighs clamping shut around his hand, “Eddie! What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes went wide, catching yours, but that smile didn’t fade. He sat up on his knees, nuzzling his nose close to yours. It’s nearly impossible to swallow the lump in your throat as he whispered in a gravelly voice, “Now, why would you go all the way to Hawkins U to get your rocks off when I’m right here?”

“W-what?” you stuttered, watching him nervously, but your heart was falling back into a bad habit. Eddie Munson was beautiful, and all four years of high school you’d fantasized about kissing those full lips. Here they were a few inches away, but reality couldn’t help but rear her ugly head. “We’re… practically related, Eddie…” “Technically, we’re step cousins,” Eddie shrugged. The muscles of your inner thighs quivered around his still-trapped hand. The other one smoothed its way up your leg, palming your hip. “No blood here, sweetheart. We’re not doing anything wrong.”

He leaned forward, bumping his nose with yours and nearly making you jump out of your skin, “You need someone to make you feel good. All those college dumbasses? They can’t satisfy a woman like you, but I can.”

“You can?” you asked, barely above a whisper. Your legs fell open, freeing his hand. His soft slow voice was mesmerizing, and those big brown eyes didn’t help.

“I sure can. I’ve wanted to be between these thighs for years,” he murmured back. His rough fingertips dragged upwards, and you sucked in a shaky breath as his thumb pressed against your clothed slit, “And would you look at that? You’re already wet for me like the good girl you are.”

"I, uhm," you began but Eddie's hand pulled painfully away from your long neglected sex to palm your jaw. 

"Yes or no," he said firmly, and to your embarrassment you could feel the slick pooling between your legs. His thumb rubbed your cheek, "You won't hurt my feelings if you say no, but I want an answer."

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, your mom was married to his uncle, and no amount of bargaining would change the fact that he was technically your family. You had to see him every day… and could you really look your mother or Wayne in the eyes knowing you'd done this taboo thing under their roof?

On the other hand… his hand was warm, the scent of cigarettes and cinnamon cologne washing over you. It had been so long, and you needed to let your mind go blank for a little while. Eddie was strong from working at the garage, calloused fingers that were firm and sure from playing guitar all these years. 

Oh, fuck it. 

"Yes," you incredulously found yourself saying. 

Eddie's warm eyes turned devilishly dark, and in an instant he was looping his fingers under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the seat. He spread your legs wide and planted himself between them on his knees. 

They stayed on yours as his fingers danced up your thighs, disappearing under your short skirt. Hooking your underwear, Eddie pulled them agonizingly slow down your legs, taking care to lift each heel-clad foot before stuffing them in his pocket. 

"Hey," you said, squinting down at him. "Those are mine."

Eddie patted his pocket and grinned wolfishly, "A souvenir."

Before you could yell at him, Eddie pushed up your skirt around your waist. You could visibly see his pupils dilate, licking his lips as he laid eyes on your cunt. To say you felt exposed was an understatement, and you gripped the arm rests for dear life. 

"Good lord, look at you," he whispered in awe. You were pulled all the way to the end of the seat, on display for him all alone in your room. The door was open, and anyone could walk in at any moment. 

Eddie pressed his lips to the inside of your knee, sending a shiver up your spine. You watched through hooded lids as he trailed upward, warm kisses lined with spit smearing along your skin. Each one twisted something deep in your gut, a mix of lust and shame. 

"You sure you want this?" he asked slowly, sitting on his knees before you. He was so close, and you needed this. You hadn't had someone touch you so gently in so long… and Eddie was beautiful and deliciously dark. 

"Eddie, please," you gritted out between clenched teeth. The heat in your cheeks burned down your neck and shoulders, focus tunneling in on just what it would feel like to have Eddie Munson eat you out. 

It seemed to be all he needed, and in a flash your knees were hooked over his shoulders as Eddie dove face first into your pussy. The flat of his tongue delved between your lips, licking a thick stripe through your folds. 

Your head rocked back on the chair back, a shuddering gasp escaping your chest. Eddie groaned as he did it again and again, tongue plunging into your hole. Your thighs clamped around his head in pleasure. He was sloppy, uncaring about the mess he was surely making. He moaned with each new part of you he reached, pulling back just enough to lick up and flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"Oh, God…" you gasped, fingers peeling from the armrests to tangle into Eddie's hair. Soft curls twisted around them, and when you tugged to keep him close his moan vibrated through your cunt. 

His lips enclosed around the sensitive bud, sucking just for a sweet moment before laving around it. It had been so long, and before you knew it a long overdue orgasm rushed through you. 

"Fuck, Eddie!" you cried out, thighs clamping around his head. Your empty pussy clenched around nothing, a steady rush of slick pooling onto the seat below. 

He slowed as it waned, embarrassingly gone as quickly as it had come. Your legs twitched with overstimulation as he gathered every last drop, licking his lips as he pulled back. 

“Mhmm, sweetheart,” he growled out, looking up at you through hazy eyes. His chin and lips were soaked with your slick, lips pink and swelling. He cocked his head and chuckled breathlessly, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

Impatient, and desperate for anything he was willing to give you, you dug your heel into his shoulder blade, “Then why are you still talking?”

Eddie squinted up at you, and chaotic as ever, lurched up to pick you up. He threw you over his shoulder with ease, ignoring your startled yelp. He moved over to the door enough to swing it closed, then threw you roughly on the bed. Your heart burst in your chest as you laid exposed before him.

There was something dangerous in his eyes that excited you in a sinful way. It wasn’t frightening, but you knew in an instant you were getting more than you’d bargained for. His hands went straight for his belt as he knelt slowly on the bed, dark syrupy eyes fixated on you heaving beneath him. 

“You’ve got a bit of a mouth, there. Don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he got it loose, letting the buckle hang open. You swallowed thickly and tried to sit up and give a bratty reply back, but Eddie simply gripped the hem of your sweater and pulled it roughly over your head. 

He pressed a palm to your chest and shoved you back down on your pink blanket. A small oof rushed from your lips, captured instantly by Eddie’s. His hands gripped your cheeks as he kissed you roughly, catching you entirely by surprise.

His body covered yours, pressing you into the mattress as you kissed Eddie Munson for the first time. You could feel his length pushing against your core, and he ground himself into you. As fierce and desperate as it was, his lips were soft, leading. It was all consuming, the way he pushed and pulled you in any direction he wanted. 

You'd never been kissed like this. It wasn't demanding with no room for you to enjoy like it had been with Billy. Eddie was coaxing, making space for your moans to echo back against his. He swallowed each gasp and breath, one hand smoothing down your body. 

"Wanted to get a handful of this for years," he groaned against your lips. Eddie's wide hand slid down to reach under your skirt, gripping your ass tightly in his palm. 

"You have?" you asked as he moved on to your neck. His teeth grazed the tender skin, nipping lightly before swiping his tongue over to soothe. You let your eyes roll back at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his wandering hand moving back between your spread thighs. 

“Prettiest girl in school,” he whispered against you, biting just a bit harder this time. Your eyes flew shut as his fingers brushed your pussylips, easing them gently apart. His hot breath fanned across your ear, your body flushing with shameful excitement. “Putty in my hands.”

Two fingertips pressed inside, making your jaw drop. Calloused and thick, Eddie took his time opening you up, kissing you in between each slow pump. He pushed in to the knuckle, his rings cool against your labia as he curled his fingers inside.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours sweetly even though he was saying such dirty things to you. “You get like this for everyone or am I special?”

You swallowed thickly and shook your head, “I haven’t, it’s been a… it’s been a long time.”

“How long?” he asked coyly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes as you struggled to reply. The incessant curling and pumping of his fingers was making your brain go hazy. “Uhm, almost a year.”

“That long?” he cooed, pressing his lips to yours once more. Your fingers tangled into his hair, a shuddering moan falling from your mouth. Eddie pressed the flats of his fingertips into that spongy spot inside you that made the whole world fall away. “You sure you want your first lay in a year to be your dear sweet brother?”

“Ugh,” you scowled, but he just kissed you again with a small laugh. “Eddie, you’re disgusting.”

“Then why are you so sloppy wet, huh?” he asked, smirking against you. “I think you’re one of those girls who likes being talked to like this. The dirtier the better.”

“Oh shut up,” you snarled back. Your hands went for his pants, wanting to even the playing field. Here you were in your bra and pushed up skirt and this bastard was still clothed.

You slid the button free on his jeans, struggling with the zipper for a moment before you got it impatiently down. Eddie pulled himself from your neck with a soft pop, watching you as you pushed his pants down enough to get to his boxers.

His belly shuddered as your fingertips grazed the waistband, his eyes glazed over. You kept eye contact with him as you freed his cock, tired of only feeling it pressed against your leg. Through the tangle of your limbs, you slid your hand around his length.

You had to tear your eyes from his to look at it for the first time, curiosity getting the better of you. Your jaw fell open at the sight. Long and thick, and curved slightly to one side, Eddie Munson had a gorgeous dick. It made your mouth water as the thought of how it must taste filtered through your lust-clouded mind.

“Need you, Eds,” you murmured sweetly, brushing your lips against his. Eddie let out a shuddering moan as you pumped him slowly, your hand so much smaller than him and his girth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you took the opportunity to throw him off his game this time. 

“I’m so empty,” you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Eddie chased it, but you moved on, kissing the corner of his mouth. His fingers slid from your stretched hole, smoothing up your body until he could cup your cheek. “You gonna fill me up?"

He seemed entranced, hips bucking forward with each slip of your palm over him. You couldn't seem to help yourself as you reached your free hand to grip his jaw, "Yes or no, Eddie, or I'll go find one of those college guys to do it instead."

That seemed to do the trick, and in a lightning fast move Eddie had both your hands in one of his, pinning them to the frilly pillow above your head. His other hand slid between you, gripping his dick at the base. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else again," he growled huskily, dangerously. 

"Prove it," you dared. 

Eddie let out a pained sigh, squinting down at you in a mixture of irritation and amusement. You stared right as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your pussy, your legs spread wide around him. You both groaned in anticipation as he pushed inside, just enough to stretch and your lips to part in a light gasp.

Eddie was the first to look away, head turning down to watch his length disappear inside you. Each roll of his hips made you suck in a breath, a burning stretch that you hadn't felt in much too long igniting a fire in your belly. 

"Fill you up," he scoffed as he blissfully sheathed himself inside you. He held you wide open on his thick cock, letting out a small groan as he ground himself deep. "I can't believe the mouth on you, sweetheart…"

“Eddie…” you groaned impatiently, full of desperation and desire. He was still mostly clothed, and with you in your bra and skirt it somehow made all of this hotter and dirtier. His wide palm held you down by the wrists with one hand, the other moving to hold himself up on his elbow.

Your chest was light and airy, and you watched him through hooded lids. You nearly went cross eyed as he pulled out slowly, watching you begin to squirm before plunging right back in. A loud yelp sounded from your chest as his dick hit you deep, but Eddie just did it again. He started out slow, building speed with each pointed thrust. 

He moaned with you each time, picking up his pace as he bounced his head off your cervix. It was perfectly rough, his fingers digging bruises into your wrists above your head. Eddie pounded into you, moving one hand from you to grip your hip, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck. You rolled in time, echoing groans between you until he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

He moved on quickly to your throat, your tits jiggling each time green thrust into you. He pulled your hair tightly, sucking and nipping hickies into your skin. Your arms wrapped around him, sliding up his shirt to dig your nails into his back. 

“Eddie…” you moaned pathetically, holding him tightly to you. “Please, fuck!”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he growled into your ear, pummeling your pussy with his cock. “Beg your big brother to fuck you like the little slut I know you are.”

The sick squelching noises of your sopping cunt being screwed into oblivion filled the room, his hips slapping into the backs of your thighs. Eddie continued on without a care in the world, his voice dripping with carnal excitement, “I always knew there was a good whore in there deep down. You just needed the right guy to pull it out of you.”

Tears filled your eyes. It was so filthy, so wrong, but you loved it. Your pulsing cunt was filled by your step brother’s cock, thick and hard and holding you wide open in a way it never had been. That all too familiar tingling reverberated through your veins, igniting you like a flame. 

“Wanna cum, Eds,” you babbled. Your nails dig deeper into his spine, forcing a sharp grunt from him. His cock twitched deep inside you, your slick dripping between your cheeks and onto your pretty pink sheets. “Please let me cum. Please!”

“Whose dick do you wanna cum on?” Eddie asked darkly,  grazing his teeth along your earlobe. It made your eyes roll back. “C’mon, let me hear it.”

“Yours!” you yelled, but you knew it was the wrong answer. Eddie got sharply to his knees and gripped your jaw, forcing it open.  

Eddie leaned down enough to spit on your tongue, making your hips jump as he slowed. You moaned, watching him with heavy lids, just wanting release as you swallowed it. He pressed his nose to yours, “You’re mine now, sweetheart. Tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll cum inside you and leave you wanting.”

His grip loosened a bit as he ground himself deep inside you, hips trembling with his own need for release. It was so dirty, but you wanted to explode, so you gave in. 

“Want you, Eds,” you whispered, your chest heaving and blotched red with shame. “Want my big brother to make me cum…”

Eddie tapped your cheek with the flats of his fingers, smiling wide, “There’s that good whore I was looking for.”

Diving right back in, Eddie kissed you as though he’d never stopped. He licked every inch of you he could, nipping your lips and leaving you a wreck beneath him. His slippery cock glided through you like it was made to, fitting perfectly inside. Your fingers tangled into his hair, keeping him right where you wanted him as your legs tightened around his waist. 

You rocked back down on him just as hard as he thrust into you, your whole body bouncing. You chased your release, the taste of his spit on your tongue and the feeling of him stretching you open taking completely over. The coil that had been building deep in your belly snapped, and your body shuddered as a wildfire ripped through you. 

“Eddie!” you cried out as you came. You lost all control, your core trembling as pure ecstasy took over your mind. 

Eddie’s thrusts turned sloppy as he felt you clamp down around him. His moans turned louder and sharper before he buried himself deep one last time and called out your name. Eddie bit your bottom lip as he spilled deep inside you, hot sticky cum flooding your used pussy. He rocked into you until he was spent, going limp on top of you. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned into your neck as he pressed you into the bed. He laid sloppy kisses along your throat, his tongue swiping over the bruises staining your skin. “You’re amazing, sweetheart, just like I knew you’d be.”

Sweaty and shaky, Eddie pulled out of you, making you both sigh at the loss. He pulled your skirt back into place before grabbing your hand and pulling you up to sit. You said nothing as Eddie picked your sweater up off the floor and put it back over your head, gently this time, then stuffed himself back into his pants. 

You scooted to the end of the bed as he brushed back his damp curls and looked around for anything he missed. You tried to catch your breath as a flood of shame and regret washed over you. What the hell did you just do?

“You good?” Eddie asked quietly, pulling you out of your mind as he sat next to you on the bed. 

You nodded, desperately holding back tears. You couldn’t believe yourself. “I’m fine.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” he insisted softly, and you just nodded again. 

“I know.”

“Hey, c’mon,” Eddie told you, pushing back some of your sex mussed hair over your shoulder. He pressed his lips to your cheek, and in that moment all you wanted was to ask him to stay, but that would be pathetic. More pathetic than sleeping with your step brother because nobody else wanted you and he just wanted the novelty of it. 

“I’m fine, Eddie, really,” you told him, giving him a false smile. He didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just thinking about how late I’m gonna be to this party.”

Eddie flashed you a cocky grin, “Just going for the company now that you’ve gotten your rocks off?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wider. “I could do with letting loose for a bit.”

Eddie nodded as he stood. He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning on his heel and heading for the door. As he opened it, he looked back at you, “Be safe.”

“You too,” you said back, and then he was gone. 

You waited until you heard the rumbling of his giant van start up, going to the window to watch it back up far too quickly out of the driveway and tear off down the street. When you were sure he was gone, you picked up your phone and dialed a number. 

“Hey, Chrissy,” you said shakily as she picked up on the other end. “I’m gonna back out of the party. I’m not feeling very good.”

“You sure?” The frown in her voice was clear, but you were no longer in any mood to go outside the house and be seen by the townspeople of Hawkins. They’d surely take one look at you and know what you did. 

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna sleep it off,” you told her. “Watch a movie and go to bed early.”

“Want me to join you?” Chrissy asked brightly. She was a good friend. “We can snuggle up and drink some boxed wine. I can bring some soup too.”

“Nah, don’t let me ruin your night.”

Chrissy fought back and forth a few times, trying to come over and take care of you, but you shut her down. As you set the phone back into the cradle, you started to cry. Tears flowed down your cheeks in pure shame and hatred for yourself as you undressed and put on an old tee and some butt-covering panties, ignoring Eddie’s cum as it slid down your leg. 

You crawled into bed and sobbed yourself to sleep, disgusted with yourself. After everything you went through last year, why would you put yourself in another position for more heartbreak? Eddie didn’t even want to cuddle you, he just got up and left as soon as he could. He was just like every other guy. He got what he wanted and moved on. 

You couldn’t believe that after all this time, you were still this stupid. 

Notes: This has honestly been a super fun one to write... and super dirty and just expected to get dirtier...

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Don't Fight, Doll | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 6 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, sexual violence, cunnilingus, doggy style, choking, phone calls during sex, mental manipulation, conditioning, dubious consent, humiliation

Summary: James gets the all-clear from Dr. Strange... and he takes what he wants

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Bucky woke slowly, feeling pretty good about his plan to use the girl against Loki. 

She was plastered to his side, snoring softly as the sun rose over the buildings and poured into the wide windows. Her hair was a mess, the soft pool of drool she left on his chest cooling between their body heat. 

She was beautiful like that, and Bucky watched with awe at how relaxed she seemed when yesterday she grimaced in her sleep. 

She was feeling more comfortable with Bucky. She just needed some tender care. In time she'd belong to him completely, and he'd use her to drive Loki over the edge. 

It really was a shame… she could be so much more than a pawn in their game. 

Brushing back a few errant strands of hair from her cheeks, Bucky smoothed his fingers through her messy mane. It took so much prompting to get her to let go even a little bit, and he had been able to tell she was still holding back. It had been glorious to watch and feel..  Unfortunately, Loki put a lot of time into training her and breaking her down to nothing but a slave. 

At least here she'd have more, he told himself. All she needed to do was be ready for when he wanted her and the rest of the time she could do as she pleased. 

His phone rang shrilly on the nightstand, and Bucky flinched when she stirred, twisting under the covers to snatch it. 

"What?" he snapped, but he smiled softly when she rubbed her eyes sweetly and slowly blinked up at him. 

"Her tests are all negative," Strange's voice came through, and Bucky's cock stiffened underneath her thigh. She frowned and peeked under the blankets, her eyes going wide when she spotted it. "She's good to go, but remember what I said, Barnes."

"I'll keep it in mind," Bucky muttered, hanging up on him and tossing the phone back on the nightstand. 

He turned back to her, an excited grin peeling its way across his face. She watched him nervously and cocked her head, "Everything okay?"

Bucky rolled her onto her back, delighting in the small huff of surprise as he pressed his body to hers. He poked her nose with his before pressing his lips to hers, slow and languid, and it took a few moments for her to relax into it. 

She kissed him back like she had last night, not as desperate but finally melting into his warmth. Bucky groaned, all he wanted was to consume her, eat her alive and leave nothing left for anyone else. 

"James?" she murmured between them, cupping his jaw even as he made his way down her neck. 

He rolled his teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck, and she let out a little gasp, her back arching and a blush creeping its way up her throat. "Hmmm?"

"Did you sleep okay?"

Bucky pulled himself painfully away from her sweet taste to cock one brow at her, "Did I sleep okay?"

She nodded shyly, red stinging her cheeks, "Yeah, did you?"

"I did…" he said slowly, unsure of why she wanted to know. "Did you?"

Pulling her lip between her teeth, she nodded again, and much to Bucky's surprise she reached out to press the pads of her fingers to his cheek. They were cold, shaking and nervous as she brushed her hand along his skin. 

"I'm…hungry, James," she murmured slowly. "Is that okay?" 

Bucky chuckled at her nerves, but a soft pride ripped through him at her gentle ask when yesterday she didn't want to be a bother. 

"Of course, doll," he told her, and she gave him a relieved smile. "But we have something to do first."

Now she frowned, “What do we have to do?”

Bucky flashed her a devilish grin, and her eyes turned wary, doing what she could to pull away from him and into the mattress. There was nowhere for her to go, he had her right where he wanted her.

“Work up an appetite.”

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You were staring into the eyes of the beast as he loomed above you like a predator over prey. 

James' gaze turned dark, a dangerous shadow casting over those ice blues and fading them to an ocean storm. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, coiled and ready to pounce on your vulnerable frame. 

He seemed ready for you to run so he could chase you down, but you'd learned long ago that fighting only made it worse. 

With a shaky hand, you reached up and pushed your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he had to you the night before. James watched you with a squint as you moved through his thick locks, but when your nails grazed a spot behind his ear his eyes fluttered closed. 

"Mmm," James groaned, "You're trying to distract me, but you made a choice, doll."

"I'm scared," you whispered shakily. "What if you don't like it?"

James peeled open his eyes, "Why wouldn't I?"

Tears welled as you began to panic, your jaw trembling in fear, "I haven't… had to please anyone like this in a long time. I don't know, I don't know how to…

"You'll send me back when I can't give you what you want," you murmured pitifully as you began to cry, bringing your hands up to hide your pathetic face. "And he'll kill me after what you've done!"

James let out a sigh of what you assumed was annoyance, pushing your hands away. Intertwining your fingers, he pressed your arms into the mattress on either side of your head and kissed you. 

You would have almost called it sweet as you kissed him back, but you knew what was coming. His body settled on yours, careful to keep the bulk of his weight from crushing you underneath him. Your tears cooled on your cheeks as you tried to relax, focusing on the warmth of his lips against yours. 

When his tongue slipped inside, hot and probing with gentle insistence, you let out a soft moan like you knew he wanted. His hands slid from yours, fingertips trailing lightly down your arms and leaving tingling shocks in their wake. James smoothed his palms down your sides and brushed them over your breasts as he pulled back. 

"You don't need to worry about that," he murmured, pressing kisses across your cheek and making his way to your neck. "Just let daddy play."

He sucked a light bruise on your throat, teeth nipping and soothing with a swipe of his tongue. Your head swam with his heat, his attention, when for so long you'd been dismissed. 

"Daddy?" you asked again as you had last night, vision blurring as he continued his exploration. Loki hadn't wanted you to make a single noise for so long, and James seemed to revel in them. But you'd never called anyone that…it seemed so taboo. 

James nodded against your neck as he kneaded your breasts beneath his strong hands, "That's right doll. Like this, that's what you're gonna call me."

He pulled up your shirt, tugging gently until you sat up so he could pull it off and toss it from the bed. You vaguely registered the soft thwump as it hit the ground as James put a heavy palm on your chest and pushed you back into the mattress then shed his own clothes. He was back on you in a second, spreading your thighs and planting himself firmly between them.

His palms kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing lightly as he inspected you. You wanted to close your legs and hide from him, but James’ strong hips and muscular thighs kept you where he wanted.  

"I've been wondering if this pussy tastes as good as your tongue…your skin," he groaned quietly, mostly to himself as he lowered himself onto the bed. 

His warm breath fanned across your cunt as he licked his bottom lip, pupils blown and dark. You got up on your elbows shakily to watch him. 

"What do I taste like?" you asked in a small voice, and he tore his gaze from you to meet yours. 

"Like honey and sage," he smirked, flashing a wink that made you blush. 

"Oh, oh!" you yelped as James took advantage of your embarrassment to lean in and lick a thick stripe along your seam and toss your thighs over his shoulders. 

Your hands flew to his forehead to push him away, already overstimulated and nervous as hell, but James gripped your wrists in his large hands and held them tightly on the mattress. His tongue delved deeper as you wriggled uselessly, helpless and trapped. 

Your thighs shook as he probed your hole, his hot wet tongue pushing inside with ease. You let out a little hum as you trembled…it felt good, and you weren't allowed to feel good. 

"James…" you whimpered as he stretched you slowly, groaning and slurping devilishly loudly between your legs. 

He ignored you, dragging his tongue up to press against your clit firmly. You whined and clenched your legs around his head wanting to keep him close but knowing all too well you shouldn't. Just like Loki he wanted to lull you into a false sense of security and then punish you for it. 

He laved the bundle of nerves over and over, your brain going foggy and hazy with each swipe, hips twitching and little gasps bursting forth. Your belly coiled faster than you could've thought from his rough handling and moaning, the warmth of him and his scent soaking you in the feeling of him. 

"James, James!" you cried out as tears began to well. You didn't want to cum, but it was rocketing through you like a freight train, clawing its way through your body without your permission after so long without such a thing. 

He held your wrists tight enough to bruise even when your nails dug into his skin. James grunted as they held his flesh, finally releasing you and guiding your hands into his hair and encouraging you to grab on. You held onto him for dear life, your betraying body shaking in pent up desperation. 

Just like last night, James moved his hand between your legs as he ate you out. Two large fingers pressed against your entrance before pushing in, and your head hit the pillows as your walls stretched blissfully painful. 

He pumped you slowly to accommodate them, his tongue flicking wildly and driving you mad. You shuddered when you realized he was right, pain and pleasure could be one and the same. 

Your cheeks flushed hotly, your blood ripping through your veins as you stopped trying to fight it and leaned into his desires instead. Your wildly beating heart flooded you with adrenaline and ecstacy, a string of wanton moans escaping as your hips rocked down on his fingers as he'd shown you last night. 

Your carnal body took control, mindlessly rolling to fit more more more of his thick digits inside, and when he pressed a third finger in a desperate voice burst from your cursed lips. 

"Oh, fuck. James!" you whined into the room that was empty save for both of you and your groans of pleasure. He slowed and cocked a brow at you, and you were so needy you couldn't help but staring him right in the eyes and begging. 

"Daddy, please," you pleaded. It was a voice you hadn't heard in years, one full of longing and excitement and pathetic want. You had to give in. It was what James wanted you to do. 

A dark growl reverberated through your filled cunt as he went back to work in a fervor, slurping and sucking and fucking you on his hand. Your juices soaked the insides of your thighs and his stubbly cheeks as you submitted to him completely. 

"Oh, oh fuck," you gasped as your body shook with your impending orgasm. It tore through you like a wildfire as your whole body clenched, legs and cunt clamping down on every part of James you could touch.

"Thank you, thank you, thank-!" you cried as your back arched, a violent shudder echoing down your spine and straight through your dripping pussy, your eyes shutting in agonized pleasure. 

James worked you through it until you stilled, going limp like a doll into the mattress. Grinning, he pulled away and slipped his fingers from your used hole and climbed over you. 

"Taste, doll," he whispered as he brought his fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth without thought. 

Somehow your brain went even foggier as you licked yourself from him. He was right, you did taste like honey and sage, and your eyes nearly crossed from it. 

"See, doll, doesn't have to be bad," he goaded, and you nodded with his fingers in your mouth, drooling around them dumbly. "You taste so good, you did so good for me."

You couldn't help but preen at his praise, eyes pricking with tears. It had been so long since you'd had so many good things said about you, especially like this. 

You whined when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, tongue sticking out to catch each drop of yourself from them. James palmed your thighs and rushed forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue pushing against yours to lick every part of you he could. Your hands tangled into his hair again as you kissed him back passionately, thankful and so grateful for his gift of pleasure to you. 

It was pathetic, but you didn't seem to care at that moment. 

You gasped into him as he ground his dick against your soaked pussy, hot and throbbing. Your anxiety started to take over again at his thick length, but when you tried to pull away he held you firm. 

"Now now," he tutted, pulling back to shake his head at you. "Don't fight, doll. You know you want it."

You gulped at the dangerous shadow cast over his face, and he nuzzled his nose against yours to whisper darkly, "You chose this."

James reached between you and lined his dick up with your wet cunt, watching you with those blazing eyes as he dragged it up and down your slit. You trembled beneath his fiery gaze, tears welling in your eyes but he simply smiled at you. 

"Calm down, take it like a good girl," he murmured, pushing inside just the slightest bit, but you flinched and began to cry. 

"It's too big," you cried shakily and pressed your palms against his broad hard chest, "it won't fit!"

"I'll make it fit," James hushed you, smoothing his palms up your legs and waist. He gave your nipples a small brush when he reached your breasts, but quickly brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. His thumbs smoothed along your cheekbones as he gave you a gentle kiss, but you couldn't return it, not when what you feared was so close. 

His hips pushed forward despite your tears and shaking, the stretch burning through your pussy. A choked sob burst from you but James ignored it, kissing you again instead. 

The blunt head of his cock breached you, your body giving way to his thickness painfully. You looked to him tearfully, not like you could look anywhere else with his weight covering you, "James…"

"Fuck, so tight." Another roll of his hips, another burning inch splitting you open, "Not my name, doll."

Your chest heaved as James pumped his hips again, leaning his forehead against yours. His hot breath ghosted along your lips and cheeks, his coiled muscles bulging under his skin. 

"I can't take it…" you whimpered, clinging to him and shivering with the pain and fear. "Daddy, please, I can't!"

James let out an excited grunt, his hips lurching forward and making you cry out. Your vision whited out as you struggled to relax around his girth, and his voice strained, "You can take it, doll."

James groaned and you struggled beneath him as he bottomed out, your ears blazing with heat and shame as his girth held you open unwillingly. You wriggled beneath him, trying to get used to the feeling, but it felt like you were pushed to your limit, too full and his cock was so heavy.

It weighed you down to the bed, and James buried his face in your neck as he ground the head into your cervix. You let out a choking gasp at the pushing sensation, trapped beneath him with your hands stuck between you. You couldn't do anything but whine and heave as you stared anxiously at the ceiling. 

He pulled out almost all the way before slowly pushing back inside, groaning against your skin while you gritted your teeth, "That's right, little girl, just let it happen… you can't stop this."

Caught beneath a monster, held painfully open by his weapon of choice, you realized he was right. You chose this, you couldn't stop this. 

You were nothing but a toy for him. 

Your body went limp like a rag doll as James started to fuck you. Each roll of his hips stretched you further, pushed you to numbness as your mind tried to escape. Each thrust forced breath from your chest, took more from you and your grasp on reality as he took what he wanted. 

You knew this was coming, and you scolded yourself for holding out hope that you could avoid it. It felt like you were being torn open, and after his lavish attention you didn't want to complain. 

James' grunts echoed at the edges of your consciousness, gliding through you with ease. You vaguely registered that he was speaking, but you tried to focus on staring at the ceiling as he raped you. 

Hard fingers gripping your jaw pulled you back into reality, James' bright eyes boring into yours. He slid his hand down to your throat and squeezed, but you did nothing to stop him. You'd lose that fight a million times over in the state you were in. You weren't strong anymore. 

"You're not paying attention, doll," he growled, his cock throbbing hotly inside you. His cheeks were dusted red and patchy, sweat cooling between you. 

"I'm letting daddy play," you rasped under his palm. 

James chuckled darkly and forced you to kiss him, holding you in place as his lips crashed into yours. You couldn't even struggle beneath him, his weight was so heavy, his grip strong and unrelenting. 

"You're not getting out of this," he hissed as he pulled back to lean his forehead against yours. "You're gonna feel every second of it whether you want to or not."

He held you tightly as he began to thrust again, slower and angling his hips to hit that spot inside that made your legs twitch. He forced you to watch him, to keep your eyes on his. A tear trickled down your cheek, and he grinned. 

"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be this wet," he murmured, and your eyes went wide. 

Before you could reply, James moved. He pushed one leg up, palming the back of your thigh to open you up, the other planted firmly on your throat as he got up on his knees. 

"You want to be fucked," he told you as he held you down and gave a sharp thrust. "This sweet little cunt wouldn't keep pulling me back in, wouldn't clench like this if you didn't want daddy's cock."

You shook your head as best you could, "I don't want it! I hate you!"

James leaned in and kissed you hard, pressing your leg back further as he pummeled your pussy. You gripped his wrist and held on for dear life with each snap, each hard thrust of his thick length. 

His fingertips squeezed as he fucked you harder, strangling you tight and snarling in your face, "Daddy’s taking care of you, doll, say thank you."

You whined and shook your head harder, struggling and digging your nails into his skin. James throttled you, shaking you as your cunt clamped down around him. Your head swam with the heat between your thighs and his blazing skin against yours, but you couldn't escape it or him. 

"Say it!" he shouted, and you burst into tears. 

James dropped your thigh as you sobbed, letting it fall to the mattress as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it as his prosthetic hand choked you. 

You cried out when he pressed the pad against your clit, swirling it relentlessly. Your thighs twitched as a heat coiled in your belly, tears streaming down your cheeks as he fucked you into oblivion. Your slick dripped between your asscheeks as a sinful squelching noise filled the room along with your tears, and suddenly your back arched violently as you came hard. 

He pounded into you as you shook around him, eyes rolling back in your skull as liquid heat shot through your core. When it began to wane and you sobbed, James dropped down and kissed your cheeks softly as he slowed, but he never stopped. 

"There, there, so good," he murmured like a lover, his thumb still swiping the sensitive bundle of nerves even as you cried. "C'mon, lemme hear you, doll."

Your head was foggy, overwhelmed and terrified, and you couldn't seem to help it as you whispered shakily, "Than-, thank you, daddy…"

"Hmmm, good girl," James hummed, groaning as he rolled his hips into you. "Just do what daddy asks and you'll be rewarded."

He released your throat and tangled his hands in your hair, holding himself up on his elbows. His lips pressed against yours, softly this time, tongue licking in and pulling your hazy mind under. 

He rocked you into the bed gently now, kissing you like he loved you and lavishing you with softness. Your jaw wobbled but you kissed him back, reveling in his heat and comfort instead of his brutality. 

Your arms found themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his chest was flush against yours. Your nipples stood hard and at attention, brushing along his skin and sending a fire through you. 

You just wanted safety, and when you gave James what he wanted he gave it to you in return. You gave in… letting only this moment matter, clinging to his burly frame and letting your body do what he said it wanted. 

Your hips rolled in time to meet his, moans escaping your lips between languid kisses and echoing back with James' own. His grunts and groans reverberated between your chests, sweaty skin sliding against one another as he fucked you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as shame and excitement swirled together in your fucked up damaged brain, body coiling up in preparation for another moment of ecstacy. 

"There you go, I feel you," he murmured, kissing his way down to your bruised throat. His breath fanned across your skin, dancing along the goosebumps and igniting your fire. "Daddy’s so proud, little girl…"

His pace picked up, and even though his thrusts were hard and shook your soul inside your body, it didn't seem to hurt this time. When James made his way down your chest, tongue flicking across your nipple and making your pathetic cunt squeeze his cock, you gasped in pleasure. 

"Yeah, lemme hear you," he grunted, his hands smoothing down your sides before he took your tit into his mouth.  

The heat of his tongue against your aching bud made you moan wantonly, your fingers twirling into his thick hair and keeping him there, right there. Your toes curled tightly, your body building up a shaking symphony of moans and mind bending electricity. 

When the cool thumb of his prosthetic hand pressed against your clit, a string of curses burst from you, your pussy soaking his cock as wetness and desire pooled out of you. 

"Daddy, please, please," you begged, and he pulled off your tit and smirked. 

"A little more, doll, and you can cum," he said sweetly, but the devilish grin on his cheeks betrayed it. "Just for me, you can cum."

Your brain held no function except to do as he wanted, and you began to babble for more of it, "Please, daddy, please. Wanna cum, wanna be a good girl!"

He nodded and pulled your other nipple between his teeth, swiping his tongue over it and working you over. His hips pistoned painfully hard, but the burning only became pleasure in your fucked up mind. 

"Wanna be good, wanna be your good little toy!" you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shamefully let this man play with you. "I wanna cum on your cock, wanna take it…please, daddy!"

It was so wrong, but you didn't care. Fire ripped through your veins as your pathetic cunt locked down on his throbbing dick, liquid heat shooting through you. Your body curled up as you came, clinging to his hair for dear life and soaking his cock with your slick. 

The tingling in your nipple and clit only forced it out of you like lightning, your cheeks flushing hotly as your tears and vision blurred. His pounding into you only spurred it on, your sore pussy taking whatever he gave. 

You collapsed onto the mattress, your chest heaving, and James finally pulled off your tit with a soft pop. His lips glistened with spit as he grinned at you. 

"Mmm, exactly what I wanted to hear," he groaned, grinding his dick into your tired hole. You winced and twitched with the feeling, but surprisingly you didn't want him to stop. 

You were still struggling to focus when James pulled out suddenly and reached over to the nightstand. With you watching sluggishly, legs spread wide, he grabbed his phone and tossed it on the bed next to you. 

Then you were being flipped onto your belly and James took one hand, slapped a pair of metal handcuffs over one wrist. 

"Wai-," you began, tugging at it, but he just grabbed your other wrist and pushed you flat into the bed as he locked them to the headboard. 

"I need to do this doll," he said simply as he hoisted you onto your knees, fingers digging into your hip, "and I can't have you fighting me."

Putting one hand on the back of your neck and shoving your face into the mattress, James picked up his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before it was picked up, and your heart dropped into your stomach as the voice came through. 

"What?" Loki snapped irritably, and you went stock still. A deer in the headlights. 

"Got something of yours, Odinson," James growled cruelly, his thumb rubbing circles behind your ear as you were laid out like a lamb for slaughter beneath him. "Was wondering if you wanted it back."

You heard Loki shift through the speakerphone, sitting up like he did when he heard something he didn't like, "What did you do, Barnes?"

Without warning, James tossed the phone on the bed next to your head and shoved his cock back into your sore and stretched out cunt. You let out a sharp cry as it burned through you, thick and harder than ever inside. 

"Pet?" Loki's voice spoke again, softer than it had been in almost a year. You sobbed at the sound of that voice… you'd missed it and the gentle man he'd been so long ago. 

"Loki…" you wailed, clutching the pillows hard enough to tear, James' hand on your hip to keep you where he wanted you. 

He grinded into you, blunt head pushing against your cervix in this position painfully. He let out a soft groan and said menacingly, "How could you let this pussy get away from you, Odinson?"

"Barnes, if you hurt her-," Loki began, but James laughed cruelly. 

"You'll what?" he snarled, "Kill me? You've been trying to do that for years."

"There aren't words for what I'll do to you-," he started again, but James thrust hard into you from behind, and you yelped in pain as it shocked through you. "Pet, listen to me. I'll find you, I swear. I'll-."

"He can't stop this, pet. You know that," James growled. He started to fuck you again, thick throbbing length pounding into you as you were chained helpless on your knees. 

You sobbed, wailing into the pillows with each thrust, Loki's voice speaking desperately to you through the speaker, "Just hold on for me, pet. I'll find you, I'll bring you home."

"Does she clench around you like his, Odinson?" James asked, barking a laugh as he beat your pussy raw with each resounding slap of his hips. "So tight… I don't think I can let this go."

"Barnes! I swear I will hunt you down…"

James smacked your ass hard, and you couldn't help but cry out, "Please, stop!"  

You tried to crawl away but he held your head down into the bed with a firm hand, "Now now, what did I say? Don't fight me, doll."

"Listen to me, pet," Loki begged, trying to keep your attention on him, but you didn't want to focus on either of them. You wished you were dead. "I'll bring you home safe with me. I swear, I'll find you and bring you home!"

Your eyes blurred and your ears rang as you tuned them out, your sobs fading to whimpers of pain and stress. You focused on something glinting on the nightstand as you were lurched forward with each thrust. Their voices faded to nothing as you realized what it was.

A set of dog tags. 

James' name was emblazoned on them, familiar to you and transporting you back in time for a split second before you came back to the present with a shattering cry. 

James buried himself as deep as he could, fingers tangling into your hair as he yanked you up onto your cuffed hands. Your back arched as he let out a guttural groan and emptied himself inside you. 

Hot sticky cum flooded your cunt, filling you with James' spend as Loki's voice snarled through the phone. "I'll gut you like a fucking fish, Barnes, I'll rip you to pieces…"

James let you go and flopped onto the bed next to you, his cum globbing its way down your thighs as your body trembled, but you kept your eyes on those dog tags even as he snagged the phone and said nonchalantly into the receiver. 

"Gotta go, Lo," he chuckled, and his hand came down sharply on your backside. You yelped and flinched, but you couldn't pull your gaze away from the chain on the nightstand. 

He ended the call through Loki's screaming, tossing the phone aside. His knuckle rubbed up the inside of one of your thighs, gathering up his spend and smearing it along your skin. 

"You did good, doll," he murmured lightly, like he hadn't just scarred you forever. "I'm proud of you."

You said nothing, collapsing onto your belly on the bed. Even when James uncuffed you and settled against the headboard, you stayed silent. He patted your ass a few times as if expecting a response, but you were numb. 

You were empty. 

Just a toy.

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Notes: I make no apologies... What do you think of Loki's reaction??

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Low Tide | Spencer Reid

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Part 9 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: makeouts, dry humping, sexual negotiations, nipple play, rough heavy petting, hair pulling, interrupted sex

Summary: You give Spencer a haircut... which leads to something else. Later, you go out to dinner with Holly and Michelle and Spencer.

Spencer spent the week avoiding Honey, and she seemed to be doing much of the same. He heard through the grapevine that she spent most of it working on her boat. He didn't know how to address the kiss any more than he'd already. He didn't really want to get into it with her, and now that they'd been forced into this double date he was feeling more anxious by the day. 

His car was in the shop still, and unlike every other town he'd been to in the last two years, he couldn't just hop in and drive away from his fears. He was stuck here for at least another three weeks, but as Friday finally approached, he found himself standing outside her apartment door. 

He kept finding himself staring at the wall, knowing the only news from her might be bad news. He was making lists of shit to tell his therapist, all the reasons it had been a shitty thing for him to do, when it hit him. 

Who gives a shit? 

He'd be leaving soon, and she had clearly been interested in him. She didn't tell him to stop, not even when Rose and Emily showed up. Honey hadn't pushed him away or yelled. Instead, she'd kissed him back and moaned in his ear. He had nothing to feel bad about, and neither did she. 

It was best to act like it didn't happen. 

The last time he really saw her was when Emily left. They'd shared a hug and a long talk, then she went inside. He and Emily had a tearful goodbye full of hugs and promises to call more often, and since then Spencer still hadn't called the team. He should. Maybe tomorrow to let Emily know how it went. 

Tucci's wasn't a high class restaurant according to Holly, but it was nicer than the ones in town. Spencer's hair had grown out so much in the last few years, and even after the bruises from the fight faded and he returned his brace to Dr. Altman, he was still struggling with his looks. 

Spencer just looked so tired, and with his scraggly beard and overgrown hair, he decided it was time to make a small change. He didn't plan on wearing anything besides a nicer jacket and pants to dinner, but he still felt he owed Honey the decency of looking nice for their forced date. 

He knew nothing would come of it, and he didn't want it to. He was a wanderer now, had no home, but he wanted to look nice for her. 

Spencer's hand shook as he knocked on her door. He didn't even know if she could help him, but he'd yet to figure out where the barber shop was in town and he didn't want people to gossip around him after he cleaned himself up. 

She opened the door in another pair of her trademark tiny shorts and a tight crop tank top. Her newly dried hair hung in ringlets down over her shoulders, the fresh scent of citrus and saltwater wafting from her after a shower. 

"Hey," she breathed with an awkward smile. "Is everything okay?"

Spencer nodded, trying to ignore how good her curves looked in that outfit. She still wore her wedding ring around her neck, and he couldn't help but think about how it had felt to lick his way under the strap and taste her skin. 

"Do you know how to cut hair?" he asked instead of kissing her like he wanted to. She leaned against the doorframe, tapping it as she watched him. 

"Uh, yeah," she replied with a smirk. "Come on in."

She turned on her heel and went right up the stairs, expecting him to follow. His eyes went straight for her ass, watching as it jiggled with each step. She looked too damned good for how long it had been since he'd had sex. It was frustrating. Now that he'd gotten a taste of her, he just wanted more. But he was leaving soon. Not soon enough for it to not be awkward after. The last thing he needed was to be chased out of town under a cloud for fucking their beloved young widow. 

Spencer looked around as he reached the top of the stairs, taking in the lofted apartment above the Inn. It was just a big open concept room with a kitchen in one corner, her bed in the other. A television was set up on the wall, a small dining table nearby. There was a room in the middle with an open door, and he could see the big clawfoot tub sitting inside the bathroom. 

She had a lot of sea-related decor, mixed with a bit of boho. Her couch was bright orange velvet, with teal and pink throw pillows. She had gauzy white curtains embroidered with seashells along the windows. One of the walls was a brightly painted mural with flowers. The whole place seemed to be jam packed with ridiculousness that somehow fit Honey perfectly. 

The walls were mostly windows, overlooking most of the town. It was beautiful up here, the view of the midday sun heading toward the ocean in the distance. Like Mattie May, she had pictures plastered all over. 

He recognized Ernesto, Holly and Rico, though they were much younger. Rico had long hair and Ernesto’s hair was braided back. Holly looked more or less the same with his military haircut. There were pictures of more townsfolk, including some with Honey, but there was one that caught his eye. 

It was of Honey, but she looked to be about fourteen in the photo on the mantle. A girl had her arm slung over her shoulder and flashed an easy smile at the camera, but she barely looked older than Honey. She also looked almost exactly like her. The broad expanse of the ocean in winter laid behind them, both dressed in puffy coats with red cheeks and bright grins. It must have been taken in her home town in Maine. 

"My sister Madelyn," she said behind him. Spencer turned, feeling nosy and caught. 

"I've never heard you talk about her," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets to quell some of his anxiety. "You're not close, I take it."

"We were," she replied with a soft smile. "She died when I was sixteen."

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

Honey shrugged, turning on her heel. She snagged a chair from the table and dragged it into the bathroom, beckoning him to follow. She patted the seat, then ducked down to open the cabinet under the sink. 

The bathroom was small, with a freestanding tub and separate shower on one wall. The shower was encased in glass, hand laid tile against the wall and the floor. She had a vanity mirror in the center of the wall, the toilet on the other side. 

She pulled out a little case and a cape, which made Spencer chuckle. "You do this a lot?"

"The only barber in town is nicknamed 'Wandering Willie,'" Honey replied, frowning. "And it's not because his name is William."

Spencer made a face and plopped down in the seat. Honey made quick work of tossing the cape around his shoulders and tying it. She gently tugged his hair out of the collar and ran a light hand through it. 

"What do you want me to do? Do you have any pictures?"

Even though he had no cell service, Spencer had made a habit of keeping his cell charged and in his pocket. He pulled it out and unlocked it, then went about flipping through old photos of himself. Honey went to the sink while he did so, likely going out of her own way not to be nosy again like she had with his suitcase. 

"I always liked it like this," Spencer muttered as he came across a photo of him and JJ. It was at Rossi's wedding, still a bit long but manageable for him. The shorter it was the more often he needed it cut and he wasn't a fan of strangers touching his hair. 

Honey stepped behind him, looking at the photo over his shoulder. She smiled, "Cuuute. You look a lot different there."

"Yeah, it was a few years ago," he grumbled, feeling much older than he had when the photo was taken. 

Honey tapped his jaw as heat rushed to his cheeks. "I like the beard, though. It's a good look on you."

Spencer bit back a rather foolish grin as she poked through her kit for scissors and a comb. Armed with them and a spray bottle, she shook it a little and smiled, "Ready Freddie?"

"Do your worst."

Honey made quick work of combing his hair. Her deft fingers flitted through his locks, trimming carefully. She was laser focused, those pretty eyes watching every snip of her scissors. 

Spencer couldn't help but watch her through the reflection in the mirror. Her hair hung in ringlets, bouncing as she fluffed up his hair to see where to cut next. She pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth as she focused, lost in what she was doing. 

She moved to stand in front of him, angling his bangs to see where she wanted to make the cut. Her hip leaned against his thigh, her upper body contorting a bit before she changed her mind. She moved to his other side but seemed to run into the same problem. She didn't seem to want to push her luck and touch him. 

Spencer's hands threaded out from underneath the cape before he could really think about it. He palmed her hips and slid her onto his lap, and she put steadying hands on his shoulders to keep herself upright. His thighs spread to hold her in place, safe and upright. 

Honey looked down at him with wide eyes and her lips slightly parted. Her cheeks dusted with reddish pink, looking far too innocent and kissable for his liking. 

"Keep going," Spencer muttered, his voice husky. "Just do what you need to do to be comfortable."

Honey nodded, but there was no mistaking the uptick in her breathing. It wasn't panicked, and Spencer watched as the blotchy red inched its way up her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he easily noticed her nipples begin to pop through the thin fabric of her tank top. 

Her fingers shook a bit as she finished up the front of his hair. She set her scissors down and fluffed it up to eyeball it and make sure it was even. Her nails grazed against his scalp as she did it again, and Spencer couldn't help the way his eyes fluttered shut.

His hands were still on her hips, the pads of his fingers grazing her skin. Thanking God silently for crop tops, Spencer did his best to keep still. Her skin was so warm, and she smelled incredible. All he wanted to do was bury his face in her neck and breathe her in. 

"You don't get touched enough," her voice came softly after a moment. "Do you, Spencer?"

Spencer struggled to peel open his eyes as her fingers dragged down and over his beard. He cocked a brow at her while she inspected the fuzzy mess. "What makes you say that?"

"Nobody enjoys getting a haircut this much," Honey smirked. She adjusted on his lap to reach for the scissors and comb again. Spencer did his best to accommodate her. He didn't want her to get up. She was also the only one he'd ever enjoyed a haircut this much from. 

"More barbers should look like you, then," he replied smoothly. Honey flashed him a playful squint, pressing on the underside of his jaw to start trimming his beard. 

The cool steel of the scissors scraped lightly along his jugular. He swallowed thickly, but willed himself to relax. Her soft hands danced along his jawline, but kept him firmly where she wanted him. 

"I'm a bit nervous about tonight," she confessed quietly, her voice hardly above a whisper. 

Spencer's brows furrowed, "Because of Michelle and Holly?"

Honey shook her head. She wiped the scissors along the cape before going back in, the smooth slices of the metal sending shivers up his spine. 

"I feel like things are weird between us…" she murmured, still focused on what she was doing. She avoided his gaze, and Spencer could see that she was finished, so he put a hand over hers and pulled it away. He didn't want her to stop touching him. 

She moved to get off his lap, but Spencer held her tighter. Her belly twitched under his touch, but instead of fighting him she simply deposited the scissors and comb on the floor before taking the cape off him. Letting it fall to the ground, she grabbed a fluffy brush and began sweeping stray hairs from his neck. 

"I know you weren't drunk when you kissed me, and that you had second thoughts because of Emily and Rose." Honey spoke quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the brush tickling his skin while he kept his on hers. 

"I don't want you to fix me," she declared, strength returning to her voice as she tossed the brush onto the sink. Her hands landed on his shoulders where she sat on her side on his lap. 

Honey moved enough to bring one thigh over his spread legs, straddling him. Her eyes blazed as she watched him, her back arching just enough for him to feel under his heavy hands. Spencer swallowed down a lump in his throat as she gathered up the courage to continue. He knew she had more to say. 

"I'm not just some sad widow looking for a man to come along and take me away from my grief." She was closer now. Charged air crackled between them as she licked her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth. 

"I'm leaving in a few weeks," Spencer reminded gently. "I don't have time to fix you, anyway."

Honey chuckled and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She nodded to herself, "I'm well aware…"

She clicked her teeth and gave him those same hooded eyes she had the night before, blush flooding her cheeks. "I also know how boring it can be here without cell phones or the internet. Three weeks is a long time to do nothing, or try to pick up girls in a small town bar who live to gossip… and want more than a hookup."

"It's a lot of effort," Spencer agreed. The air was so thick between them, he couldn't help but wonder where the bomb was going to go off. She was hard to read, but he was beginning to see what she was trying to say. 

Honey's palms smoothed over his chest, her breath picking up. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, seemingly deciding what to say. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again they were deliciously dark. 

"I could keep you company," she murmured, her voice dripping with heady need and nerves, like he might say no. "Give you something to do in the meantime, some stress relief."

Spencer adjusted beneath her, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't getting to him. That damned scent of citrus and saltwater, those shy nervous eyes, and her curvy stunning body on his cock was almost enough to take her right there. 

"What do you get out of it?"

Honey smiled sweetly, which only made him want to shove her against the wall even more. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against his chest as her nose nuzzled against his. Her lips hovered just in front of his as she whispered, "Three weeks of good sex and an escape from all the shit I'm dealing with outside of my apartment.

"You don't like me and I don't like you very much either," she continued, her thumbs rubbing along his collarbones as her gaze flicked to his lips and then back to his eyes. "I think we can find a way to take that out on one another."

Spencer couldn't help the wolfish grin that peeled open across his cheeks. Keeping one hand on her hip, Spencer tangled the other in her hair and pulled her quickly to him. Their lips crashed together, a surprised but excited yelp escaping from Honey's chest. 

She was stubborn to the core, and Spencer found himself battling her for dominance right away. She gripped the lapels of his flannel, pulling him closer. Her strong thighs cradled his lap, and Spencer hooked a few fingers under her knee to tug her flush to his hips. Barely restrained moans echoed between them. His fingers tightened around her thigh, his cock straining in his pants until he couldn't take it anymore with her grinding down on him. 

Spencer lurched forward, jostling her onto his hip. She never let up, her fingers tangling into his hair as she nipped his bottom lip. Her scent consumed him, drowning him in the fresh smell of the ocean and the need emanating from her. He carried Honey out of the bathroom and straight toward the bed in the corner. He wanted her now, and now that he had permission he was going to take her. Her thighs clamped down around his waist, but he managed to untangle her and toss her onto the mattress. 

Her breasts bounced as she landed, and he descended on her in an instant. They clashed together in a flurry of teeth and tongue, pushing and pulling as she shoved his flannel from his shoulders. Spencer tossed it to the ground, his hands palming her tits through her shirt as she went for his belt. 

She managed to get it unlatched just as the phone on the bedside table rang. Spencer pulled back enough to glance over at it, but she just pulled him close and moved onto his neck. 

"Shouldn't you get that?" Spencer asked, his voice embarrassingly breathy. Honey’s insistent nipping along his throat was driving him crazy, but the shrill tone of the landline kept breaking through.

She groaned in irritation, wiggling her hips for more friction, “If it’s important, they’ll call again.”

Spencer was about to take that as a good enough answer when her palms flattened on his chest and suddenly he was pushed onto his back. Honey mounted him in one swift move, gripping his jaw tightly in her fingers and kissing him furiously. She did it like she was winning a fight, and he was more than happy to battle with her.

Gripping her hair, Spencer gave an experimental tug that elicited a beautifully dirty moan. Her hips jerked, grinding down on his clothed length. The phone faded into the background of his mind as it stopped its sharp crying through the apartment. Honey’s tight, smaller body arched with every swipe of his palms along her skin, sweet excited groans bouncing between them as they explored one another.

Her warm skin blazed under his hands as he threaded them under her shirt. Bringing them down, Spencer smoothed them over the curve of her ass and thighs, pulling her flush to him once more. The way her hips swirled over his dick drove him wild, the thought of himself inside her doing the same thing nearly made him burst in his pants.

Spencer sat her up, his palm spreading wide along her spine. Each breathy exhale and sigh made his vision blur, but he wanted to see her. All of her. He wanted to watch as she fell apart for him, piece by piece.

Honey didn’t fight him as he ran his fingers under her tiny tank top. She worked with him, arching her back and lifting her arms as he pulled it up. Her breasts bounced free from the thin fabric as she threw the tanktop to the ground. Spencer went straight for them, one hand palming her perfect tit as his lips went straight for the other nipple. 

She gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, her hips grinding down on him. Swirling around with his tongue, he pinched her other breast, swiping a soft thumb over as a weak apology before doing it again.

“Fuck,” she groaned, her hips working for some relief through her shorts. He was painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to toss her to the ground and fuck her hard with little prep, but he also wanted to savor it. 

Honey’s fingers tangled tightly in Spencer’s hair, clutching him tightly to her chest as she moaned wantonly. She whimpered, low and needy, "Spencer, please, fuck!"

"Take off your pants," he commanded as he pulled off her with a soft pop. 

Honey went for her button when the phone rang again. She sighed, her chest patched red and blotchy as she leaned over him to snatch it from the nightstand. 

"No, no, come on," he begged pitifully as she pushed him into the mattress. She sat on top of him, her hand on his chest as she looked at the screen. She panted, her chest heaving. She was fucking stunning. 

"Shut up," she told him playfully, grinding down on him for good measure. Spencer set his twitchy hands on her thighs, squeezing and bucking lightly to keep some of the friction going. Honey held the phone up to her ear, “Thunderbird Inn. How can I help you?”

Honey’s dark eyes fixated on him, her head cocking to the side, “Oh, hey, Emily.”

Feeling suddenly caught, Spencer’s eyes went wide, but then he squinted at her as she listened to the other end. She waved a hand in front of her face and shook her head, “I’m fine, really. I just got back from a run.”

Spencer was growing restless, so he trailed his fingers up lightly. Brushing them along her exposed skin, he delighted in the way she shivered and goosebumps appeared as she spoke to Emily. Her chest puffed out, eyes fluttering shut. She was truly beautiful, strong and unyielding like a port in a storm. 

As he palmed her breast, she covered his hand with hers, holding him in place. Her eyes had a devilish glint as she watched him caress her body. His other palm smoothed up her side, tickling along her collarbone before he decided to experiment and see what she liked. Spencer spread his fingers over the column of her throat, getting up on one elbow to brace himself. 

She watched him through those hooded eyes, lashes fluttering as she struggled to stay focused on the phone call. His hand flattened over her windpipe, tightening just enough to see her cheeks flush bright red, then he let go, opting instead to trail his fingers down her chest as though he didn’t know what he’d done. But he knew now what he wanted to… just how open she was to other things.

“How about this?” Honey gulped, taking a deep breath. “I’ll call his room to see if he’s there and then patch you through? I’ve got to put you on hold, though.”

Spencer shook his head, but she just squinted down at him. “Sounds good. Give me a few minutes.”

Honey pressed a button on the phone and pointed out toward the window, “I’ve gotta get ready for tonight, and you need to talk to your sister.”

“She’s not my sister,” Spencer grumbled. He fell flat on his back, mourning the loss of his boner and soon to be release. Spencer got up on his elbows and flashed her a cheeky grin, “I’ll be quick.”

Honey shook her head, “Uh-uhn. You’re gonna fuck me the way I deserve, and to do that we need a bit more time.”

She rolled off him, plopping down on the mattress beside Spencer. Her body heat blazed against him, and he let out a pained breath as he eyed her breasts. Playfully, he reached out and patted one with the flats of his fingers, making her laugh. He couldn’t help but smile back, chuckling a bit.

“Fuck you the way you deserve?” he murmured with a furrowed brow and a grin. 

Honey nodded. “I didn’t stutter.”

Spencer laughed as he got up. He made sure to lean down and give her nipple one last light bite before he rose from the bed, and she made a delightful little cry at the feeling. He loomed over her as he adjusted himself in his pants, and she just lounged half naked on the bed and smirked up at him.

“See you later,” he muttered. Spencer leaned over the mattress and hooked his fingers under her knees, jerking her forward until she was nose to nose with him. “Wear something pretty, yeah?”

Honey smiled, and in a show of silliness he rarely got to see from her, she licked the tip of his nose and giggled. “Something with easy access?”

Spencer growled a bit and nodded, “I don’t have a lot of patience.” 

Her pupils dilated in a millisecond, her kiss-bitten lip quivering. Spencer gripped her jaw tightly and gave her a rough kiss, relishing in the desperate little moan that made its way to his lips. He pulled away and turned on his heel without looking back, and by the soft exhale behind him he was feeling pretty proud of himself. 

Maybe the next three weeks wouldn't be so bad after all. 

I was struggling to keep myself together. My whole body was a livewire after Spencer came to my apartment for his haircut. I couldn't stop thinking about his hands on my body, or his tongue on my chest. Light bruises littered my neck and all I wanted to do was press on them to feel the sting. 

Oh, if he fucked the way he kissed… I was about to be in big trouble. I needed the release, to fall into something that wasn’t my own pool of misery and let go. His heavy hands on me were the only real thing keeping me grounded the last few days. All I wanted was to touch him again and hear him make those deep guttural groans again. I have so much work to do on myself and my life, and this will be the one guilty pleasure I’ll have for a long while.

In reality it had only been a little over a month since I'd slept with Rico, but it felt like years after making out with Spencer. I was antsy, struggling not to think about just how toe curling it could have been if the phone didn't ring. Idly, I wondered what Emily wanted to speak with him so badly about, but ultimately decided it wasn’t my business.

I wasn't one for makeup, so I just opted to put some on my neck and keep my natural hair down and put on a sundress and some espadrilles. It was yellow with pink and orange flowers, landing just above my knees. I snagged a shawl in case the heat died down, and knowing we were going to a restaurant on the water that was more than likely. 

I stood before my mirror, fidgeting and feeling suddenly quite self conscious. I haven't been on a date of any kind in almost ten years, or had to worry if I looked good enough for one. It hit me how ridiculous I was being, worried if Spencer would like the way I looked when the first time he kissed me I was covered in sand and sweat. The man obviously wasn't picky. 

Michelle asked me to drive separately in case she and Holly wanted to spend some time alone together, so I grabbed the keys to my beat up Volkswagen bus and my purse, then made my way down stairs. 

Spencer waited outside my door, hands stuffed into his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. He stood up straight as he spotted me, breaking out into a slow smile. 

"Holy shit," he breathed, his eyes raking me up and down hungrily. His hand reached out to touch the bright patterned skirt. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," I blushed like a fool. I waved to his outfit with a smile, "You clean up nice, Spencer."

He wore a simple buttoned up dark shirt with a red cardigan over it and khaki pants. His sleeve was bunched up under his watch, his freshly cut hair curled nicely with the product I'd put in it. He flashed me a crooked grin as he let go of my dress. 

Holding out his elbow for me, he leaned down and murmured even though we were the only two in the hallway, "You ready?"

I took a deep breath before threading my arm in his, "As I'll ever be."

Tucci's was about a forty minute drive down the coast. Spencer lounged in the passenger seat as I drove. We didn't talk much, but his hand rested heavily on my thigh the whole drive. I didn't push him away, and I didn't want to. Instead, I reveled in his heat and his thumb rubbing soft circles into my skin. 

The breeze danced through the windows, the warm summer evening turning the sky orange and dusty. We passed town after town on the lonesome secluded highway, until we were surrounded by trees and billboards. The fluorescent lights illuminated them in the coming darkness, and I didn't even realize I was speaking until I pointed at one. 

"Do you think that God reads the billboards?" I asked quietly, not even sure where it was coming from. 

Spencer glanced over my way and shrugged, "If He did, they probably wouldn't be there."

I wasn’t sure why, but I liked his answer. It fit him and the cynicism that permeated from his pores. Deciding to leave it at that, we instead flew down the highway to our forced get together with Holly and Michelle.

Tucci’s was busy for a Friday night at ten, people waiting in line outside. We spotted Holly and Michelle in the parking lot, with Holly standing a respectable distance away from her as Spencer followed closely behind me. 

Holly had made a reservation, so we were seated soon enough, earning a few glares from the walk-ins. Surprisingly enough, Spencer acted the gentleman even though I knew he had no interest in this date or me romantically. He held doors open for me, and pulled out my chair. When the wine came, he insisted on pouring it for me as well. 

I was never one to be told what to do, or taken care of, but I didn't mind this one bit. It was surprisingly…nice to not have to do anything myself. My nerves were on fire being in this setting anyways, in a restaurant on a dock, the ocean just outside the window we were seated by. It was nice not to have to make any decisions at the moment. 

My stomach swirled with nausea that made me take breaks from the conversation to nervously sip from my glass. Luckily, with Holly and Michelle fawning over one another it took a lot of pressure off Spencer and myself, and we mostly let them do the talking. There were so many people packed in the tiny restaurant. It was intimately lit with candles and red drapery along the walls. Even though the windows were open, welcoming a slight breeze, I found myself sweating by the time dinner was finished. 

This was how I was feeling when I thought I was pregnant, and the doctor told me it was just nerves. After multiple negative tests, I finally believed him, but sitting there trying to keep myself upright I cursed his diagnosis of anxiety and stress. 

I needed to get my shit together. A panic attack was the last thing I needed. 

The dock swayed with the water, and I rubbed a sweaty palm over the back of my neck to ease away some of my nausea. Spencer watched me curiously in between speaking with Holly and Michelle, who seemed to be having a good time and not noticing my mini freak out in a crowded place. 

There were couples all over, leaning over white dropped tables in beautiful clothes. They spoke in hushed tones, even Holly and Michelle, clasping hands on top. Champagne flutes glittered under the lights, the occasional clinking of silverware on ceramic accenting the gentle music playing. 

I missed Ernie… I needed him here, with me. I shouldn't be here. He should be here. He was the one everybody loved, and I was just the outsider who died with him that night, her body returning to shore. 

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to console my body. It didn't want to cooperate, and as sweaty as I was, I pulled my shawl tighter over my shoulders while goosebumps broke out on my skin. Sucking in a wavering breath, I closed my eyes for a moment before letting it go.

A hand on my knee got my attention, and I glanced up to see Spencer pushed forward in his seat across from me, obviously the one touching me. His brows furrowed and he squeezed me gently, cocking his head to the side. 

I stared at him like a deer in the headlights, not sure of what to do. My legs begged me to launch from the table and run all the way back to Thunderbird. I didn't want to stop until I hit the bay and dove underneath the waves. 

"I could use some air," Spencer seemed to decide for me. He stood and folded his napkin before setting it on the table, then held out his hand for me. "Care to join?"

I stared at it dumbly until he rounded the table, his palm up for me to take. Spencer flashed Holly and Michelle a smile, "I don't know this place very well. I don't want to get lost."

My hand moved on autopilot, clasping his tightly. Spencer pulled me to my feet before leading me out of the restaurant, his fingers laced in mine. His gait never slowed, laser focused on the exit as he weaved through the traffic of people coming inside. 

The restaurant windows faced the water, but the entrance faced the parking lot with the dock wrapping around to the back. The walkway to the dock lay awash in fairy lights strung up between posts. The sun had dipped down behind the clouds, and now the small twinkling bulbs lit the way to the water. In my haze, I just let him lead me, trying and failing to keep my breathing under control. 

A hand carved bench sat at the end of the dock. Boats floated in the distance, easing through the water. The waves crested and fell in a natural time, the crash followed by the hushing spread of the water hitting the surface. Spencer guided me to the bench and sat me down. Kneeling in front of me as I watched through glassy, tear filled eyes, he untied my espadrilles and set them to the side. I didn't realize how much I was shaking until he took one of my feet and pressed his thumb into the arch and my body relaxed. 

"Just breathe," he murmured, watching me closely. His eyes held sympathy for me, but no pity. Tears streamed down my cheeks, grief I hadn't expected pouring through, but I refused to let myself completely fall apart. 

I clutched the shawl tightly around my shoulders. I leaned against the cool wood and closed my eyes, listening to the ocean and her beauty. The soft rocking of the dock was surprisingly a welcome feeling, lulling me into a safe place I hadn't been to in a long time. 

I thought of Isle of Honey, of Ernie. Long nights spent floating on top of the water, legs tangled together on the deck of the old schooner. We'd breathe in the scent of sex and the ocean, our hearts thumping in time together. I was in my safe place, with my safe person, just existing among the wild ferality of the sea. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered after a while. Spencer had long since moved onto my other foot, massaging tension gently from my body. I wiped at my cheek and chuckled bitterly, "I'm sure this is really sexy."

All I truly wanted from Spencer was an escape, a few moments to let go and forget about everything going on. I wanted my uncertainty to fade into the background, for my guilt to calm to a simmer when it constantly roared at a boil. 

Spencer made a face and set my foot gently on the dock. He eased himself on the bench next to me, his thigh touching mine, but he didn't move to hold me. I appreciated it. 

"Some guys are into that, you know?" he replied cheekily, giving me a wink and a smile. 

I sniffled through my laugh and shook my head, "So this is your turn on?"

Spencer huffed a bit, looking down at his hands. His voice was low and a bit sad. "That kinda thing takes a lot of time and trust. I don't find that much on the road."

I nodded. That trust was something I built with Ernie, but he never had the ability to be truly rough with me, which I had been fine with. Rico, on the other hand, was more interested in a quick barrel toward both our releases, and I didn't have the mental capacity to do much else. They had both been wonderful and attentive, and I would always be grateful for those experiences. 

I nudged Spencer with an elbow, offering a weak smile through my swollen cheeks and likely red face. "I'm a big fan of the color system, and my safeword is 'applejack.'"

Spencer chuckled. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close but not too tight. He was something to lean against during the storm in my heart, and I found myself snuggling into his side and pressing my palm to his chest. 

Cinnamon and bergamot flooded through my nostrils, accented by the salt of the sea as we sat there. A few errant passersby came down the dock, saw us, and quickly turned around. We paid them no mind, just listening to the waves and enjoying the quiet. 

"I haven't been on a date in ten years," I found myself saying. The ocean swallowed my words and took them out to the distance, but not before Spencer heard them. He pressed his cheek to the top of my head. "I know this wasn't really a date but… I don't know why it hit me so hard."

"Memories are like freight trains, Honey," he murmured. I felt him clear his throat, the soft rumble under my ear through his shirt. His fingers tightened around my arm. "You either know when they're coming on the schedule or you don't notice until the whistle blows behind you. Sometimes the whistle doesn't even blow, and it hits you."

I thought about that for a moment. He was right, and a part of me hated this broken man for knowing the broken part of me so well with so little effort. I wanted to hit him and yell and scream, but the broken part of me knew that was exactly what the broken part of him wanted to do too.

"That's the most depressing shit I've ever heard," I said instead. 

The laugh that bubbled from his chest made me smile before it even broke the surface. Spencer guided a hand over my hair and kissed the top of my head as he chuckled to himself. 

"Yeah, well, it's all I've got," he said as he pulled away. 

Spencer leaned back on the bench, legs splayed and his arms laced over the edge. The fingers of one hand ran light lines up and down my shoulder. It only made my body relax more, melting into his side and reveling in the comfort. 

Boat horns sounded in the distance, calling out to other ships in the night. The spotlight from a lighthouse down the coast cut through the darkness, pointing out toward the black. It was guiding people home, back to the land. 

Sitting there, I realized I didn't want to be on the land anymore. Thunderbird would always be the place that took me in and became my home. For far too long I'd treated it like a tomb, my final resting place after a lifetime of mistreatment and uncertainty. 

When I lost Ernie, I stopped moving forward. The lighthouse in the bay became my siren beacon, my way of screaming that I was the safe place now. I would keep everyone safe, I would guide them home. They could come to me for anything they needed, and I would provide. 

Sitting then in the arms of a stranger who'd defended me and saved me, and I'd saved him, it hit me. I wasn't the port in the storm. I wasn't the place to go to escape the monsoon, the hurricane. 

I was the eye of the storm. The place where all this started was with myself, and how I reacted to the world around me. I let myself loose from my tiny fishing town in Maine and descended hurricane Honey upon Thunderbird. I was a wild animal full of rage and regret, and they calmed me to a raindrop. I'd always be grateful to them for that. 

The hurricane was back, and after ten years she wanted to rage again. I needed to find a middle ground. I needed to become the rain after the drought, not devastation or starvation. 

I didn't have to leave Thunderbird forever. I'd spent ten years fixing up our old schooner, repairing the damage caused by the storm that ruined my life. It was almost finished, and in a way, so was I. I could do what Ernie and I always dreamed of, and sail off toward that horizon in hopes of swallowing the sun. Then, I could follow the lighthouse back home. 

"Hey," I started slowly, easing my way out from under Spencer's arm. He looked down upon me gently, waiting for my direction. "You wanna get out of here?"

Spencer smiled. "Lead the way."

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Wildflower Honey | Spencer Reid

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Part 10 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: makeouts, first times, fingering, soft dom!Spencer, hickies, bruises, water sex, beach sex, subdrop, aftercare, crying after sex.

Summary: You decide to take Spencer to a secluded spot to rock his world. He turns the tables on you.

It neared two in the morning before Holly and Michelle emerged from Tucci's, hand in hand and grinning like madmen. Spencer couldn't help the smile that peeled open across his face at the sight. Good for them, they both deserved it. 

Honey stood a bit away from him, keeping her distance in front of her friends. Spencer didn't mind. It wasn't the first time a woman wanted to keep it from her friend that she was sleeping with him. It probably wouldn't be the last. 

Michelle made a beeline for Honey, scooping her up in a big hug. Honey set her chin on her shoulder and squeezed her back as Holly sidled up next to him. 

"Thank you for coming," he murmured with a sheepish grin. "I didn't think this was your scene, but I wasn't ready to do this alone."

Spencer shrugged, "Anytime, man."

Holly reached out a hand for Spencer to shake, and when he took it pulled him in for a bear hug. Spencer chuckled to himself and hugged him back as the girls whispered between themselves. 

"You guys wanna hit up Tooky's?" Holly asked as he pulled away. 

Spencer glanced over at Honey, who gave him a subtle shake of her head. He didn't really want to go back there anyway after what went down with Lonnie and Lloyd, or have a reminder of that horrible night. 

"I'm ready to head back," he said instead. All he really wanted to do was pound Honey into the mattress anyways. 

"I know it's not my business," Holly began, keeping his voice down while the girls chatted. He cleared his throat and adjusted as he stood in his uncomfortableness. "And I don't know what's going on, if anything is going on, but-."

"Hurt her and I'll get my ass kicked?"

Holly chuckled, "That… and just keep something in mind for me, man. She's rough around the edges, but she deserves the world. Even if it's just sex, which I don't want to hear about, respect her."

He kicked lightly at the ground and avoided Spencer's gaze. "You'll have friends here even when you leave, Honey included. We like you, so don't screw up your chance to come visit if you ever find yourself back this way."

"I won't," Spencer promised. He meant it, and he valued Holly's words. "Maybe I'll come back some day."

He didn't even know if he meant that last part, but it was nice to know the option was there. 

Holly nodded, and they said their goodbyes. Spencer made sure to open the door to the van for Honey before going around to his side, then they set off for Thunderbird. 

The dark highway spread out for miles, lonesome and scattered with a few errant off roads. The sky lay above them in a deep greenish blue, the redwoods and pines along the road shadowed in darkness. Spencer thought something was missing, and it took a bit to realize it was the fireflies. 

They didn't occur naturally in California. The Midwest was full of them in the summer, blinking lazily in the night air. The closest thing out here were the stars shining brightly above them. They glimmered across the horizon, disappearing into the far-off ocean. 

Music played softly through the speakers of Honey's beat up van. Spencer kept his hand on her thigh, just under the hem of her dress as he leaned against the door. It comforted him, as it had been years since he’d spent more than one night with a woman, let alone worked up to the point of touching her like this without having slept with her. He was looking forward to that, and three more weeks of easy sex and physical comfort. Maybe she’d even sleep next to him after.

He glanced over to check on her. It was late, nearing four in the morning. The wind from the cracked window blew her hair back, the light from the dash washing her in a teal glow. She was truly a beautiful woman, looking ethereal in the dim lighting. 

"Where are we going?" he asked after a while. Thunderbird had only been about forty minutes from the restaurant, and they'd been driving for over an hour. 

Honey smiled to herself, but she didn't look his way, instead focusing on the road ahead. "I want to show you something."

She didn't say anything else. He didn't press it. If she was going to murder him in the woods he was pretty sure he could over power her. If she wasn't, he'd been through enough with her to know he'd probably enjoy it. She'd been right about the camping trip with the guys, so he dropped it. 

Another hour later, and she turned onto an off road. The van jumped and protested with each bump, but Honey just pressed on. They drove for a good twenty minutes before she turned again, stopping just inside an enclave of trees. As she put it in park, Spencer looked over at her again. She just popped open her door and hopped out. Spencer followed, meeting her around the front of the van. 

She reached out a hand for him, and he took it. Her warm fingers clasped his loosely, and she took off further into the ocean of foliage. The sun began peeking through the trees, and she was heading straight toward it. He could still see the van behind him, glad it was still in his line of sight. 

Birdsong blossomed as she led him down a winding dirt road. Her sundress flowed behind her like a river, billowing in the breeze. They hit another curve in the direction of the sun, and she was lost in its shine as they stepped out of the trees. 

It took a minute for Spencer's eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did his breath caught in his chest. A riverbed lay before them, clear blue water trickling along lazily. Mountains of trees surrounded the lake, spread out as far as the eye could see. The sun made its way up the opposite side, blanketing the water in shadow and Spencer and Honey in shade. 

"Why did you bring me here?" Spencer asked quietly. It was so serene and perfect, he almost wanted to cry at this place's natural beauty. It was such an intimately hidden place, surely as secluded as parts of Honey, as parts of himself.

Honey squeezed his fingers, "I don't know. I just wanted to."

She turned to him with a soft smile and adventure gleaming in her eye, "How do you feel about a day away from Thunderbird?"

"Sounds like a dream."

Honey went back to the van and moved it closer to the riverbed, backing it up through the little winding road. She angled the back to face the bank, then opened up the trunk. She had everything one would need for an impromptu camping trip inside. A blanket was spread just outside of the van, a few camping chairs and a little meal kit. She even had a traveling trash can and some food in a cooler. She went quickly to work setting up a fire for the cool morning chill and made some coffee over the flames. 

Spencer lounged on a chair on the blue patterned blanket as she handed him one of those metal cups campers liked to use. Honey eased herself next to him and sighed happily. Steam rose from her mug as she held it delicately, her knees pulled up to her chest. She’d long since taken off her shoes, opting to walk around barefoot, her wild hair bouncing down around her shoulders.

This was exactly the place a woman like her belonged. A stunning creature sitting in one of the most beautiful places Spencer had ever been. 

“I love this place.” She spoke quietly, her voice far away as she lived through an old memory. She pointed off toward one of the ridges. “When I first found it, I thought for a moment I’d fallen off that cliff and died. I thought it was heaven.”

"How'd you find it?" he asked lightly, sipping from his mug. Everything out here was still, moving only in the way that was natural to it. It was the sort of peace Spencer had been searching for all this time. He was honored to be there. 

"When Ernie died, I was still too scared to go back in the ocean. I still don't like it, but I'm good with the rivers," she began, but it wasn't sad. That bright spirit glinted in her eye as she watched the scene before them. "I just started driving out to the middle of nowhere and hiking. I found this place a few years ago and I like to come here when I need a break."

"Found yourself needing a break?" he asked lightly. She nodded slowly, then looked over at him. 

"I don't know if you know this, but I shot two guys last week." Her tone was playful, but her eyes raged with the memory. "Plus, it's good to get away sometimes."

Spencer reached out a hand, and she clasped it without hesitation. He squeezed her fingers tight before threading them together. "I'm sorry you had to do that."

Honey looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry you took a bat to the face."

He chuckled and shrugged. "I've had worse."

The sun warmed them as it rose, blanketing them in the steady rise in temperature. Honey's skin lay awash in orange and pink as it broke through the clouds, her eyes gleaming in the light. She let go of his hand and set the coffee cup on the ground. 

Spencer watched curiously as she stood and stretched, letting out a sweet groan as her arms came down. Honey turned to him with a devilish grin. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna cool down before it gets too hot."

Spencer was about to ask what she meant when her fingers laced underneath the hem of her dress. His jaw dropped as she pulled down a pair of pink satin panties. They dropped to the blanket and she stepped out of them, then pulled the sundress over her head. 

Her hair swung down, landing over her shoulders and back. Her naked body glimmered in the light, curvy in all the right places and made of perfect places to grab a handful. His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest at the sight. 

She leaned on one hip and smirked at him. 

"Care to join me?"

I was feeling pretty good about myself as I walked into the river. The water was warm from the summer, welcoming and safe as I stepped further in. Waiting until I was deep enough, I ducked below the surface to wet my hair. 

When I popped back up, pushing my locks back from my face, I spotted Spencer hurrying to undo his belt. He'd already stepped out of his shoes, fingers fumbling to unlatch the leather and pull his pants down. 

Feeling a bit sorry for him, and rather excited, I made my way back to him. The rocky shoreline was smooth and warm under my feet, his jaw agape as he watched me approach. Water dripped from my body as I reached him, my hands pushing his away gently. 

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, reveling in the hungry groan that escaped from him. Smoothly, I undid his belt as his tongue slid against mine, unzipping his pants and pulling his shirt from his waistline. Spencer's fingers deftly unbuttoned it as I slid my hand inside his pants, palming his growing length. 

He moaned into me as he tugged off his shirt and tossed it onto the blanket behind him, revealing his fuzzy chest and soft belly. I let my hands wander up his stomach, loving the slight twitches of his muscles as he pushed down his pants. 

I couldn't help myself, and I had to pull away just to get a good look at his cock. He was already hard and standing straight up, a slight curve at the end that I'd personally always enjoyed in a man. My hand wrapped around his thick length, hardly able to meet my fingertips together. When I gave him an experimental pump, he bucked forward in my hand.

Biting my lip, I looked up at him through my lashes and smiled. In a flash, Spencer scooped me up and pulled my hips flush against his. He kissed me furiously, pulling me by my leg to grind against my damp folds. 

I couldn't help but cling to him tightly, moaning against his lips as he stalked off toward the water. He pulled away to watch where he was stepping, so I moved onto his neck, nipping and sucking little bruises into his skin. 

The river welcomed us, enveloping our bodies in the warm water. Spencer’s strong hands held me close, safely keeping me in place as we went deeper. The birds sang through the trees, squirrels running up trunks and over logs. The trickling sound of the water drowned out our kissing like horny teenagers, but I didn't mind. 

I leaned back and sighed, my legs wrapped around his waist. Spencer held my hips as I lay back into the water, my hair following the flow of the current as I closed my eyes. I floated like that, just enjoying the feeling of someone else's hands on me. 

Without warning, Spencer went under the water, pulling me with him. I held my breath at the last moment, opening my eyes underneath to see him with puffy cheeks and trying not to smile. Our hands reached out in unison, tugging one another close and meeting in the middle. 

Bubbles popped their way to the surface as Spencer kissed me underneath the serene stream of water. His lips were warm, both of us holding our breaths until he pulled me back above to the fresh air. 

"You are fucking incredible," he panted, holding me close. Our naked bodies slid along one another, his dick pressing against my belly. I smiled and set my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. His eyes were intense, glinting with mischief. Spencer's hand smoothed down my back and over my thigh, reaching between us. My jaw went a bit slack as his fingers brushed against my pussy, easing his way between my folds. 

"Just look at you," he murmured, his gaze unyielding as he watched me for a reaction. I sucked in a wavering breath as the pads of two thick fingers pushed against my entrance, swirling just enough to make me twitch in anticipation. He cocked his head, "Are you sure you want this?"

I nodded emphatically, "Spencer, please…"

That seemed to be all the permission he needed. In one swift movement, Spencer kissed me roughly, his free hand tangling into my damp hair, the other breeching my cunt under the surface. I moaned sharply, the sudden intrusion stretching my walls as two fingers pressed inside. 

My body tensed around him. Spencer eased his way in, curling and dragging the pads of his fingers as he pulled them out, only to push them back in. My chest heaved with each pump, my hips rocking back down to meet them. The water sloshed around us, but he was focused solely on me. 

He leaned his forehead against mine to watch me, his cheeks red and blotchy. I could feel his cock against my thigh, bobbing up and down with the water. His hair started to curl as it dried, his strong hands holding me exactly where he wanted. 

"Mmm, Spencer," I whined desperately, bucking my hips for my release. It had been so long, and my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation when he gripped my jaw suddenly and stopped his hand between my legs. 

Spencer angled me to look at him, his eyes blazing. I clenched around his fingers at the fire that lay there, and he leaned in to nip at my bottom lip before pulling away. 

"You're too tense," he growled in a low voice. His fingers could have bruised my cheeks by the way he held me, and all it did was make me want to fuck his hand until it cramped. "Let go. I'm gonna take care of you, but you have to let me. Stop trying to be in control all the time."

My eyes turned glassy at his words, his promise to get me where I wanted to go. I found myself nodding dumbly, and only then did he begin moving his fingers again, pumping me slowly and steadily picking up speed. 

"Keep your eyes on me," Spencer whispered. My thighs twitched around his hips. "I wanna watch you cum for me."

He kissed me then, his curling digits driving me closer and closer to the brink of insanity. I was floating on air, my face heating up and my body relaxing into his wants and wishes. He kept a firm grip on my jaw, watching intently in a way that with anyone else might have made me feel too seen, but it was deliciously dominating. 

I let my body take over, letting Spencer guide me instead of barreling toward a release. We had all the time in the world, and my hips rocked in motion with what he wanted. My breathing picked up, my chest heaving.

"There you go," Spencer murmured. The coil started to tighten in that panicking way, excitement coursing through my veins as my walls tightened around him. I watched him through hazy eyes with my mouth hung open as he cracked a cocky grin, his eyes swimming with desire. "Just take it, good girl. Let me watch."

The moan that burst from my chest was pathetic, my fingers tightening in his hair. My hips rolled, grinding down on his beautiful hand as that tension in my lower belly finally snapped. 

"Spencer!" I cried out into the wilderness, the mountains swallowing my ecstasy. My eyes rolled back as I pressed my forehead against his, my body shuddering and clamping down on him. 

Spencer slowed as it waned, and when he pulled himself from me I let out a whine. His arms encircled me, pulling me in for a bear hug. I went limp in his grasp, letting my head loll on his shoulder as I caught my breath. 

"Oh, that was perfect, perfect," he cooed sweetly in my ear. Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my head as he held me close. "Good girl…"

I closed my eyes, reveling in the comfort and his praise. Spencer rocked me back and forth under the water, lightly rubbing a hand up my spine. I felt him pull back a little to look at me. 

"Don't fall asleep on me now," he warned, and the next thing I knew he was carrying me out of the water. I clung limply to him, ready to doze even as the cool air hit my naked skin. 

Spencer set me gently on the blanket and smoothed back my hair. I grinned weakly up at him, and he cocked his head at me. "I'm not done with you, Honey."

My skin buzzed with electricity as Spencer smoothed his palms up my thighs. He squeezed now and then as he made his way up further, taking time to fondle my breasts. His hard cock stood at attention between his thighs, making me more excited than I could ever explain. I couldn't help but sigh as his broad hand feathered lightly over my throat, my eyes fluttering shut. 

"God, look at you," he breathed, looming over me. I reached out for him, and he complied without hesitation. Spencer leaned down and kissed me gently, his hand moving to cup my jaw. 

I moaned into his mouth as Spencer lowered himself on top of me. My head swam with the want I had for him, with the release I wanted to feel again. My arms encircled his neck, my legs tangling around his waist, but Spencer shook his head and pulled back. 

He tapped my nose, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous going cross eyed trying to follow it. "Just lie back and take it, okay?"

I made a face, "Why don't you want me to take control?"

Spencer chuckled and gave me a quick kiss. I tried to chase him for more, but he shoved me down into the blanket with a hand on my chest. He gave me a serious look, "I'm tired of watching you take care of everyone. I don't care what you do away from me over the next few weeks, but when we're together, I'm going to take care of you."

"Why?" I asked quietly. I enjoyed it, sure, but it had been so long since anyone had wanted to do so. At least in this way. I was everyone's rock, everyone else's safe place. 

His eyes were dark and delicious as he watched me in the morning light. "Because I said so. I don't have any control in this town, and you have too much of it. I think it's time we both have a change in scenery."

I nodded in acceptance. In truth, I wanted that. I wanted to let go, to have even the small opportunity to do so. Spencer reached out and grabbed my jaw again, looming darkly above. 

"Yes or no," he growled darkly. "I wanna hear you say it."

My back arched at the dominance in his voice. I shivered even in the morning heat, wriggling a bit to alleviate the pulsing between my legs. 

"Yes," I whispered shakily. 

"Good girl," he praised softly. Spencer moved himself onto his knees and grabbed his pants from our pile of clothing. I watched through hooded lids as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, flipping it open until he slipped a condom wrapper from the old leather. 

I got up on my elbows, slowly making my way up to him as he put everything back into the pile. I was getting to my knees in front of him when he caught me, cocking a brow my way. 

"What did I just say?"

I shivered in delight at his commanding voice, but I just fluttered my lashes at him. I put one hand on his belly and smiled, the other reaching between us to stroke his cock. Spencer's jaw clenched, but he just watched me with a squint. 

"Can I put it on?" I asked sweetly. I twisted my wrist and gave him a light squeeze, delighting in the way his length pulsed under my palm. "Pretty please?"

This was new for me. I was used to sex being a fight for dominance, a quick battle for release. Sure, with Ernie, it had always been special and loving. We enjoyed trying new things and experimenting, but being completely submissive was something I hadn't tried. 

Spencer nodded, handing me the wrapper. I was glad he brought it. I was still on birth control and Rico and I hardly used them besides as an afterthought, but Spencer was new to me and I was new to him. Who knew who he'd slept around with or the last time he'd been tested. 

I kept my eyes trained on his as I opened it and pulled out the condom. Spencer's chest patched red, his lips kiss bitten and swollen as he watched me back. Shuffling closer, I licked my palm and wrapped my hand around his length, giving him a few twisting squeezes. 

His breathing picked up, his hips twitching in anticipation. Pinching the top of the latex lightly so it didn't bubble at the tip, I held him firm as I slid it down his dick. When it was secure, I smoothed my palms up his chest and leaned in for a kiss. 

His lips were warm as they pressed against mine, one hand going for the hair at the nape of my neck as the other slid down my body. I moaned into him, melting into his strong presence and falling into Spencer Reid. 

He gripped my ass harshly, grunting as he pulled me flush against him. In a swift move, his hand went down to the back of my thigh and tugged it up, and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the blanket again. 

Spencer made quick work of mounting me, grinding his length into my folds. I tangled my hands in his hair as he latched onto my neck, nipping and swiping his tongue to soothe. His hands wandered, squeezing and pinching only to smooth a hard palm over it after. I wriggled beneath him and whined for more friction, and soon enough he gave me what I wanted. 

His hand slipped between us, lining his thick head against my entrance. My thighs splayed open, wanting and ready for him. I struggled to relax as he breached me, he was so thick, but after a deep breath and a pause he pushed forward. He was so much larger than me, and my body struggled to accommodate his member as he pumped himself with my cunt. 

"Oh, god," I whispered shakily, my limbs trembling with each smooth roll of his hips. Spencer kept a firm hand in my hair as he did so. He had himself braced on his elbow, his body keeping me so in place I couldn't even rock back into him. 

My cheeks flushed with heat. My vision blurred as he filled my emptiness. The stretch burned, but it was worth it, so worth it. The deeper he went, the deeper I fell into his eyes. Spencer watched me with an intensity I'd never seen before, as though he were trying to read my mind and succeeding. 

My jaw wobbled as his hips rolled in a slow swirling motion. Spencer rocked me into the blanket, the packed sand shifting beneath me with each gentle thrust. His own face was patched red, but he was taking in my expression, watching for any sign. I knew instinctively that whatever one he found, he'd follow the road it led until he reached the end, then go find a new one. 

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his eyes fluttering back for a moment as he enjoyed himself. I clung to him limply, my mind running further away each time his cock pressed further inside me. "So wet and warm… this perfect pussy…"

I needed more. I needed to be beaten into submission by him, but it seemed Spencer had something else in mind to drive me crazy other than brutally fast and hard sex. 

His forehead pressed against mine as he picked up his pace. Spencer's breath fanned across my lips as he bottomed out, both of us sucking in deep as my body adjusted to him. Each roll of his hips was focused, poised to hit me deep and elicit a moan with every firm push of his head against my cervix. 

His eyes entranced me, my mind and problems drifting further away. I couldn't even remember my name. It didn't matter anyways. All I existed in at that moment was Spencer, in what he was giving me and what I took without hesitation. 

He kissed me with purpose, using each press of his lips to accentuate a thrust, a moan, an animalistic grunt from him. Even the rushing river faded into the void of my mind. Our breathing became the only sound I heard, the sharp slap of his hips hitting mine echoing around us.

"Spencer…" I whined, nuzzling close, desperately. Forceful huffs burst from my throat with each thrust, as though he were more than happy to fuck the breath out of me completely. 

My body took everything he gave. My mind fell into a fog, a hazy gray space of our breathing and the sweat on our skin. We slid together with ease, both of us moving in time and falling further into the sensation. 

He destroyed me in an instant with this. My ecstasy stood up tall in the flowers, all bright yellow blooms at the tip. He set me on fire, put out but left to smolder in the mid morning sun. That ember stayed lit, and as my orgasm crested, my trembling jaw fell open once more to call his name up to the skies and disappear in the clouds. 

"Cum for me," Spencer murmured against my lips as I chased him subconsciously. His entire being swallowed mine, absorbing me into his chest as we became one in that moment. "Crumble to pieces, Honey. Honey…"

I shattered, my gaze locked to his. Spencer never let up, never stumbled. He was this steady presence to cling to as a part of my mind burst into pebbles, the walls I'd kept up all these years exploding into rubble. I fell apart. I crumbled. 

The fire refused to dissipate, the smoldering flames lingering to be risen again. Spencer thrust hard one last time, capturing my lips with his. We slotted together perfectly, and I pulled him tightly to me as he moaned desperately into me. I felt him cum, the thick rush of heat that filled me even though he was protected. His groans turned to trembling grunts as he finished, nearly collapsing when he was done. 

Spencer pulled away just enough to press a trail of kisses down my jaw and neck, soft whispers fanning across my skin, "Perfect, perfect girl… good girl…"

His praises echoed through my bones, bouncing between my rib cage until they hit my heart. I reveled in them, his gentle hands brushing back my hair and his sweet words piercing me like a knife. 

"You're fucking amazing, Honey," he said one last time. We both sighed as he pulled out, then got to his knees. 

I found myself pulling up to sit. My arms wrapped around my knees, holding them close to my chest as he went about taking off the condom and cleaning himself up. I heard the crinkle of the wrapper, the sounds of it hitting the trash can, but my eyes were focused on the scenery around us. 

Emotions I couldn't place swirled in my chest. The broad expanse of forestry laid out before me like an endless haven. I was safe. I was satisfied. Still, my body shuddered as hot tears came suddenly. My jaw clenched tightly to keep them in check, but I couldn't stop the swell of vulnerability that surfaced. 

"Hey," Spencer said softly, his gentle hand landing on my shoulder. I couldn't look at him. His arms encircled me instead. I wished it felt like a vice, something to break free from, but again Spencer Reid was something solid and warm to lean against, to be consumed by. 

"I don't…I don't know what's wrong with me," I muttered. My skin melted into him, my arms leaving my knees to clutch his and keep them around me. "I need to be touched. I don't know why."

Spencer's legs spread to pull me between them, his thighs encasing my own. I molded to fit his bigger frame, letting him hold me and in the same moment holding him so tightly around me I might be crushed. 

"You're not doing anything wrong," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. I was so ashamed of being seen. I wanted to disappear to nothing with the weight of his eyes looking right through me. "You let go. You didn't lose control, you gave it up, and it was glorious. Just take a minute to get it back."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The scent of sweat and sex swirled around us, the faint plume of coffee beans just on the edge from the nearby fire. Its soft crackles grounded me, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my ribcage calming my fast beating heart. 

"Thank you for giving that to me," Spencer whispered after a while. 

I turned enough to look up at him, but he never let me go. My brows furrowed together as I swallowed a lump in my throat, not sure how to phrase what I wanted to ask. “Why did you want that?”

Spencer’s eyes widened a bit, but then they softened for me. One hand came up to cup my jaw and rub a light circle into my cheek. He sighed, “Let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve had any real intimacy with anyone. Sex is one thing, but this?”

His palm smoothed down my arm, lightly squeezing my bicep. He hugged me tighter and gave a little grunt with the effort. “I’m not in the place to ask anyone to trust me enough for this. I’m a fucking mess, a loner, and I’ve been running from my problems for years instead of just facing them. I can’t keep a girlfriend long enough for real intimacy to happen.” “Then why did you ask me for it?” I asked quietly, my voice shaking just enough to denote a bit of fear. Not of him. Of myself, of how much I enjoyed it.

“After what happened at Tooky’s…” Spencer trailed off, taking in a deep breath. He needed a moment to gather up his courage, opting to press his lips to my forehead to gather his thoughts. I leaned into it, sucking up any bit of comfort I could get in that instant. Spencer sighed against me, “I find myself trusting you. It’s been a long time and selfishly, I’d like to let myself do that more before I leave.”

He pulled back to look down at me, “Is that okay?”

His eyes were filled to the brim with a hesitant uncertainty I’d never really seen from him. He was so guarded, so angry and lonely, but as I watched him it seemed to strip away delicately to show a deep part of him. Spencer was vulnerable, and dreadfully alone. I was too.

“Yes,” I replied softly. “I want that too.”

The sweet smile that cracked open on his tired face made my heart swell. He seemed so relieved. Spencer kissed my forehead again before pulling me in close. We sat like that for a while, the slow trickling of the river taking away some of the emotions with it, flowing out to sea. 

"Wildflower Honey," Spencer murmured quietly as we dozed later, tangled up under a blanket found in the back of my van and holding one another tightly as the day lazily passed us by. We didn't talk much, or about anything but some of the things we were interested in sexually. 

He said it again, Wildflower Honey, in a soft whispering exhale as he fell asleep. He started to snore quietly, and I smiled against his fuzzy naked chest. We drifted to sleep in the evening heat. 

Wildflower Honey. 

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Notes: Oh, my heart o.O I love them so freaking MUCH. What do you think of softdom!Spencer and his need for intimacy?

Also, have you guy listened to any of the songs that these chapters are inspired by? Which one is your favorite?

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