#time of death: they put my earring in their ear. they were wearing an unbuttoned black buttondown and a necklace with my name on it

[inkskinned]

it isn't really complicated, but i still can't tell my grandma about it. my girlfriend is also my boyfriend and i'm her girlboyfriend and there are a lot of days this feels like smoothing sheets over a good mattress. it feels like getting a cup of good hot chocolate. we paint our nails lesbian flag pink, and i watch her eyelashes make shadows on her cheeks. she wants to kiss me because i am really good at baking, and i want to kiss her because when i am freaked out about how i spilled coffee, she just hands me extra napkins and helps me clean. he is so handsome i want to eat my fist. they once just winked at me and i couldn't talk for like the next fifteen minutes.

i haven't seen the L word and i was raised catholic. my earliest experiences with queer relationships were through harrowing conversations and hushed questions and blood on the ground. i didn't like boys soon enough. what, are you gay? asked to a 6th grader, almost like a demand.

when she is asleep next to me and i can feel the dreams run up and down her body, i pretend we are both somewhere in the stars. i like to picture a future full of fruit trees, and writing him poetry. sometimes she wakes up, has a whole conversation with me, goes back to sleep, and utterly forgets that we ever even spoke. she is always kind to me, even in that liminal half-there ghost. i like the croaked, raw way her voice sounds in the very-early morning, the way she always seems surprised i'm still here, and home.

on the internet, there are a lot of people who would be annoyed by both of us, and how labels must be pruned into orchids. a box has to hold and define the insides. people must be organized.

we went on a date last night, and the host said, oh, table for 2 nice ladies? neither of us are ladies, but also we are very much 2 nice ladies. i have been wearing her sweater nonstop. he has frequently been forced into wearing my taylor swift official merch quarter-zip because i was worried about him catching a chill, and you simply cannot be cool in an official taylor swift quarter-zip. do not worry: they listen to better music than i do, and their voice sounds like leaves falling.

i wear the skirts and makeup and i am better with spackle and know how to drive stick. recently someone commented on my work - you're just a man trying to reappropriate lesbian spaces. sometimes i feel like she is a clementine to me, and sometimes i feel like he is a german shepherd and sometimes i feel they are a bird. i like watching his hands over a guitar. can i write this poem, even? how can you be a lesbian if you're sometimes with a man? or you are the man?

how can i, huh. you know, our first date lasted 3 days. we'd been flirting for over a year before i finally asked her out. i'd already written her into poetry. she'd already written me into songs.

last night, in the late night, when they woke up again, confused about where they were, they said - oh, thank god. this is your arm. there's just something so precious to me about the specifics, the denotation that the arm was (thank god!) mine. i really liked that definition. i liked the obvious relief because i understand it.

i say yeah, i have a partner. i mean - oh. thank god. it's your arm.

#writeblr #warm up #on gender politics lol #inkskinned try not to have feelings for someone challenge #time of death: they put my earring in their ear. they were wearing an unbuttoned black buttondown and a necklace with my name on it #you can just send me the coffin i was ready to crawl in

[eddiesghxst]

A one shot of Mechanic!Eddie x F!reader

Established relationship, Eddie loosing his mind and relentlessly fucking you NASTY into your shared bed all because of how turned on he was by seeing you bent over moving laundry to the dryer in a pair of jeans that hug your ass so nicely🙈💗

stink…. don’t do this to me

18+ — MINORS DNI

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Those devious, cheeky little shorts of yours will be the death of Eddie, honestly.

Everytime you wear them he ends up balls deep, mumbling promises to knock you up and start a family. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of the few pregnancy scares you’ve had were a product of those fucking shorts.

He’s just getting home from work so he’s tired, but the second he sees you bent over the washer with your ass practically hanging out of your shorts, he’s pumped like a goddamn energizer bunny, so god knows how many rounds he’s fixing to pull out of you tonight (you both lost count at 5).

He’s stepping up behind you with a hum as you toss the clothes in the dryer and shut the lid, pressing his body to yours and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands coast over your hips and stomach, greedy fingers searching to palm at your tits over the flimsy tank top you have on.

“What’d I tell you about these goddamn shorts, hm?” He nips at your ear, squeezing at your skin when you lean away from him with a grin and a roll of your eyes.

“I didn’t have any clean clothes left, okay?“

Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to your neck as he pushes your hips back against his growing bulge, “Mm, and these just so happened to be the only clean pants?”

“…Maybe.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, giving your ass a quick tap and causing you to yelp, “Maybe.” He mocks.

You roll your eyes, somehow slipping out from between him and the dryer and Eddie groans as you pick up the laundry basket, “I’m busy, Eddie. The laundry isn’t gonna fold itself.”

As if Eddie believes you’re really that eager to fold laundry.

He’s on you as soon as you dump the clothes onto your shared bed, pressing himself to you once again and ignoring the whine you give him. “I’ll be quick, come on. You can’t wear these and expect me to not hump you like a dog, are you serious?”

“Self control, Eddie. It’s a thing.”

“Fuck off.”

You’re giggling as he reaches forward and pushes the clean laundry out of the way before pressing you face first into the bed.

“Ass up, come on.” He pats your hip, “You wanted to wear these cute little shorts, now put them on display for me.”

Eddie watches as you arch your back out for him, softly swaying your hips in a taunting manner as he palms himself. It’s like Eddie looses his mind, honestly.

He nearly ripped these same shorts one time, but he realized if he did then he wouldn’t get the privilege of seeing you in them again and god is Eddie so glad he thought that through.

His palm comes down on your ass quick and hot, cock stirring in his jeans at the moan that slips from you. He gives your other cheek a slap, squeezing and pulling at the fat skin before he decides he can’t wait any longer and he has to fuck you.

The shorts are off in record time, and Eddie thanks whatever shitty manufacturing company made those as he flings them to the ground. He makes even quicker work of unbuttoning his jeans, growling when you sway your hips and wriggle a hand down to your pussy, teasing yourself in preparation for what’s to come.

Eddie doesn’t even bother taking his jeans completely off, he lets them rest at his thighs as he wraps an adrenaline-shaking hand around his throbbing cock and shuffles forward. “Move your hand.” He sharply orders, placing a hand on your bare hip as he aligns his tip with your entrance. You oblige without question, hands sinking into the sheets to hold as Eddie sinks into you.

You’re so fucking warm and hot and wet, and the moan you let out is sinful enough to make Eddie want to do the unthinkable.

“Oh my god,” You gasp as Eddie presses in to the hilt. You’re mumbling and babbling about how big Eddie is, your pretty cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he settles. “Yeah? This what you wanted, huh?” Eddie teases as he slowly drags his cock out before pressing in again, balls pressing snug to your clit as you squirm.

You pant, whimpering and failing to answer Eddie, so he leans forward, hips working up a toe curling pace as he talks into your ear, “Baby just wanted a good dicking down, huh?” He hotly whispers.

You whimper loudly, clenching around his cock as you desperately nod into the sheets. “Yes, yes please.” You beg.

Eddie peppers kisses across your neck and shoulder, dragging his teeth across your soft skin as his hips relentlessly pound into you. “You know you just had to ask, baby. Instead you wanna slut yourself out—“ “F-fuck off.” You gasp, drunkenly grinning when you hear Eddie chuckle.

Eddie presses himself back up, calloused hands pressing into your hips to pin you to the mattress before he begins drilling into like it’s the last chance he’ll ever fucking get.

Wet sloshing, skin slapping and needy moans fill out the air and Eddie’s practically bouncing you onto his cock with the help of the bouncy bed and you’re just speechless— grappling back at Eddie with shaky hands as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.

“Gonna cum?” Eddie huffs. You answer with a loud moan and your warm walls clenching around Eddie, and he hums, “Give it to me, baby, come on. Want you on top after so I can see your pretty tits bounce in that lousy excuse of a shirt you’ve got on.”

He strikes a hand down on your ass, watching as the skin ripples beneath his force— and suddenly, you’re cumming and tensing around Eddie so hard that Eddie almost struggles to fuck himself into you.

And Eddie didn’t plan on cumming yet, he wanted to hold off for a while longer, but you feel so fucking good Eddie can’t even think of holding back.

He cums with a loud groan, pressing his weight onto you as he spills himself deep inside of your pulsing cut— and there’s so much that it spills and drips down onto the laundry that Eddie failed to move out of the way.

“Jesus— fuck,” Eddie moans as he pulls out, still cumming in lazy spurts as he fists himself, painting your pretty folds. You’re shaking beneath him, back and thighs quivering with pleasure, and Eddie curses at the sight. He barely lets you come down before palming your ass, cock twitching when you let out a drawn-out moan as he speaks, “Flip over, baby. We’re not leaving this room for a while,” He drawls, “Gotta knock you up, remember?”

#mary i love u #he would soooo lose his mind when you wear any form of slutty tiny clothes #rachie’s moots 🫧 #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie smut #mechanic!eddie #mechanic!eddie x reader

[tanith-rhea]

Screw you roommate, I'll show you a good time #2

Okay, so I promised I'd try... and I did! I'm quite happy with how it turned out and I hope you all like it as well. Part one can be found here.

Word count: 1.1k

The characters are above the age of consent!

You never knew Larissa Weems naked in your bed was the one thing you needed to be happy before. But now it was the only thing you wanted to see for the rest of your life.

Larissa wasn't shy as you thought she'd be. When you arrived at the door, you bearly had time to open and enter before she was pulling you to your bed. Your brain was halfway ready to stop with her hands fisting on your top as if it was an insult you still had it on.

She kissed you needly, with so much pent-up frustration and aggressiveness you thought your lips would go bloody.

"Wait, let me" you interrupted her desperately trying to remove her button-up while kissing you.

She let you go with an impatient huff, your hands on top of hers and putting them away. She was breathtaking like that, with kiss-swollen lips and a blush going from her neck to her chest, disappearing behind white silk.

"I believe I said I would make you scream" you gave her a lazy side grin and arched brow, her demanding demeanour wetting your underwear.

You slowly backed her to the bed, pinning her hands beside her head. You straddled her and lowered yourself leisurely to whisper in her ear:

"Be a good girl, and let me show you"

A soft whimper escaped her mouth and you felt smug from having that effect on her. You gave her a long, dragged kiss, sucking her tongue into your mouth; her hands were white-knuckled fists when you parted.

"Don't touch me for now. I want you to concentrate that pretty head of yours only on feeling me" you instructed and she gave a curt nod, her chest heaving up and down.

You took your time unbuttoning her pyjama top, kissing every inch of exposed skin that came. Her cute tummy was a pretty creamy white you would surely have compromising dreams about, its movements betraying her want when she arched. Her bottoms were the matching set to her rich-girl pyjamas and sinfully short. Oh, you wanted to ravish her.

She didn't wear a bra, and while you dragged her shorts down her legs you left pretty love marks on her breasts. She seemed to like your tongue circling her nipple, and her hand grabbed your shoulder when you bit it lightly.

Her little whimpers and gasps were doing something to your ego and not helping at all the need you felt between your legs. When you made your way down her body, leaving kisses and bruises in your wake, you purposefully avoided going anywhere near where she wanted you to. Her mile-long legs were just as white and lovely as the rest of her, but you knew that already; the interesting thing was that its muscles were tight, her thighs tense in expectation.

You kissed her from the knee up, switching legs when your nose grazed her soaked panties.

"Fuck, please…" she whispered, her hands fisted the sheets near her hips, her arched body high enough for a pillow to fit between her and the bed "Stop torturing me" the bob of her throat sent chills through you, and you had to bite her thigh to relieve at least a bit of the want tightening your sex.

"If you ask nicely I just might" your voice is huskier than you expected, and her lust-filled gaze, when she looked at you, was a chokehold.

"Do as you're told" she growled, blown pupils similar to a wild animal.

Jesus, that girl would be the death of you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped off her panties and lowered your face to her aching core. She smelled like heaven, she had to know paradise was between her legs.

You licked from her entrance to her clit with just the tip of your tongue, she left a high-pitched, contained scream fall from her lips, and that would simply not do.

"C'mon, baby girl, the whole point of this exercise is for you to be as loud as you want. Don't keep your screams from me, it would break my heart"

Her next sound was a scream, you had buried your face in her, sticking your tongue into her sex and sucking her. You held her hips tightly, her legs were tight around your head and you could feel her foot in the middle of your back.

She tasted divine. You could do this forever and never be satisfied. Hunger and lust could keep you going, who needed to eat or sleep? She was panting, moaning, screaming and squirming in the bed. Her hand came to your hair and pulled with so much force that it stung. You loved it.

Her sounds were rapidly turning strangled, needy and loud. When you brought a hand to rub against her clit while you ate her desperately, her cry was so loud you could swear something fell over in the other room. Her desperation was maddening, and when you felt her tense even more around you, her entrance clenching around your tongue, you doubled the effort, sucking and licking her with all you had until you heard your name on her lips in a final shout. She came furiously. Like everything she did, it was incredible. You drank all you could of her, committing the taste to memory, filing it away for later solo sessions.

She was perfect; in every sense of the word. You left her oversensitive pussy and looked at her.

Everything about her was regal. From her chest slowly stopping its rise and fall to her satisfied, sleepy smile gracing her face. She was covered in red marks that soon enough would turn green and blue, branding her yours if she wanted to.

You raised yourself and crawled back to her, planting a slow, needy kiss on her lips. You wanted her forever. Not only here, in your bed in the middle of the night. You wanted her tomorrow morning, waking up dishevelled and bashful, blushing while you recounted all the pretty noises she made the night before. You wanted her at lunch, sitting by your side pocking fun at the jocks trying to pick up girls to the Rave'N. You wanted her after class to walk around in the woods, to have picnics by the lake, to laugh and make out away from the prying eyes - and sometimes near them just to spice things up. You wanted her forever, quite foolishly so.

"What are you thinking?" she rested her chin on your shoulder, her leg fitting between yours while her hand went to your back to bring you closer.

"That I think I heard something fall in the next room before you screamed my name" you smiled cheekily. You would ask her in the morning. If you acted too rashly maybe she would get scared.

She gave you a mirthful laugh that made something in your chest tighten and light up on fire.

"I think I should return the favour" her thigh pressed against your pyjamas. Fuck, you were still clothed.

"Your wish is my command"

#i think this woman is aphrodite incarnate #can you tell? #i have the worst dirty talk and i'm sorry to have put you through it #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #student larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #female reader #smut #not implied this time #i'm mortified #outcast!reader

[greenbergwrites]

I just read your Bucky vampire fic, and oh my gosh, it is SO GOOD. I love Bucky being almost baffled that he's brought Steve to his lair, and Steve seducing Bucky simply by being himself, sweet and innocent and cock-hungry! If you ever decide to write more in that verse, I'd be very excited to read it-- maybe something from Steve's POV, or Bucky getting used to having Steve in his life/space? Or maybe even someone from Bucky's coven finding out that he brought a human home. I love your writing!

I knew I had another vamp!Bucky ask somewhere in the bowels of my inbox.

Anyways!

Part 2 as requested <3 You can find Part 1 here for a refresher.

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Something was going on with James.

Natalia couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that clued her into this. There were no obvious red flags. It was the little things that she couldn’t quite put out other mind.

He had never been a particularly social vampire, but he’d always been around. Lurking in the shadows. Observing. Except no one in the coven had seen him in weeks.

He took her phone calls like always, and nothing seemed amiss during them. Something wasn’t quite right, though. Something wasn’t normal.

It was because of this, and only this, that Natalia slipped into her bloodmate’s lair uninvited. She’d been there before, of course, just as James had been in her own lair. She wasn’t supposed to enter without an invitation, though. No matter how close you were with the vampire in question, entering one’s lair without that invitation was punishable by death. Usually.

Just inside the door, Natalia froze.

Yes, something was most certainly going on with James.

The outer rooms of his lair were lit only by a roaring fire in the hearth. Clothes were strewn about the floor, some pieces intact and others torn beyond recognition or repair. The warm air was thick with the smell of sex and blood.

A slim twink of a young man was passed out on what Natalia knew to be a stylish yet ultimately uncomfortable couch��not that the twink seemed to mind. He was also entirely naked. His body was littered with the bruises of enthusiastic sex and the tell-tale marks of a vampire’s bite.

Many, many bites, by the look of it. 

One on his exposed neck, another on his wrist, a line of scrapes along his belly, more bites on the inside of his thigh. There were so many marks, she’d wonder if the boy were drained of his life it weren’t for the steady rise and fall of his chest or the dull throb of his heart in her ears.

Natalia wasn’t naive. She hadn’t been naive even as a human. She knew exactly where she was and what she was looking at and what it meant. For the life of her, she couldn’t comprehend it, though.

There was a human, for pity’s sake.

Before she could make a fuss, James’ familiar voice said, softer than she’d ever heard it, “Don’t. You’ll wake him.”

She looked to the side, where James was coming from the shadows of the hallway with a blanket slung over his arm. He was half-naked, wearing only a pair of wrinkled, unbuttoned slacks slung low on his hips. His bare feet didn’t make a sound as he closed the distance between himself and the sleeping human. 

With a gentleness she hadn’t known he possessed, James unfolded the blanket and covered his lover. 

The human made an indecipherable noise, stirring until James laid a hand on his head. He leaned down and kissed the human’s temple, settling him with tender touches.

“Sleep, kitten,” he whispered, before bestowing another kiss.

The human rolled onto his side, grabbing James’ hand. A contented little sigh escaped him as he stilled. James watched it all with a disgustingly warm, indulgent expression. He was so soft, looking at the human. Soft in a way she’d never seen before. She hadn’t thought him capable of such softness.

James brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing the humans knuckles before gently laying them back down. He stood slowly, making sure the human was settled before he finally looked at her.

They had known each other for a long time. Lifetimes. The history they shared with sometimes bleak, sometimes dark, and much of it was covered in blood. Still, James had never looked at her the way he did now.

He was wary. Untrusting. Of her.

Without even asking, she knew that look wasn’t because she’d entered his lair uninvited. He wasn’t reacting to that at all.

No, the reason for that look was the sleeping human on the couch. 

Natalia scowled. 

The things they had endured together, the sins they’d committed, and it was this boy that came between them? This nobody human whose ancestors probably hadn’t even left their homeland when Natalia, James, and their bloodmate, Yelena–all of them centuries old at that point–had killed their maker?

James inclined his head toward the kitchen, bidding her to follow as he walked away. She stalked after him, the anger inside of her only building.

“What,” she hissed, barely containing the question until they were in the other room, “was that?”

She thrust an accusatory finger back toward the living room. Even she didn’t know if the question was about the human or the look he’d given her.

James did not immediately answer. He opened his fridge--that was full of food, now, real human food because there was one in his lair--and began to take out an assortment of fruits. 

Putting them on the counter, he opened cabinets and drawers to pull out other things. A cutting board, a knife, a round serving plate divided into sections. 

His goal was obvious and for reasons Natalia couldn’t explain, it infuriated her further.

“Did you seriously install a food bank in your lair?” She demanded incredulously, her voice rising despite herself. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been emotional. Of course James would be the one to make her this way. Not even Yelena–the youngest of them and a little sister in every way–could break her composure the way he could.

The air shifted. It was only after Natalia had caught the knife aimed at her head that she registered he’d thrown it. She met his angry gaze, more bewildered than anything else.

When was the last time they’d gone to blows?

“You will not speak of him that way,” James said, slowly and clearly, as he approached her.

He yanked back the knife. She thought about not letting him have it, about turning this into a true fight, but the thought was fleeting. Angry as she was, she didn’t want that. Neither of them did.

As he resumed his task, James added, “He is my mate.”

Some part of her had known that was coming--or something like it, at least--and yet it still blindsided her.

“James,” she said tightly. “Vampires do not mate.”

Not the ones that wanted to remain in polite society, at least. Not openly. Mates were given silly little names apprentices and traveling companions.

Mating was too entwined in the society of their brutish, canine cousins for any self-respecting vampire to ever claim it. If any dared, they were ostracized.

Again, James didn’t deign to answer her. Instead, he methodically began to cut up the fruits he’d set out into perfect bite-sized pieces. Each one was given its own divider on the plate.

He put such care into the making of it. How Natalia wanted to hit him for it.

“The coven won’t allow this,” she said finally, when the silence had gone on too long. “You know they won’t allow it, just as you know they will not allow you to stay if you persist.”

“I don’t care what the coven allows,” James answered. “If they deny my mate, then I will leave.”

Natalia stilled.

“We are their best soldiers,” she said softly. “They respect us. You would throw that away for an infatuation?”

James paused, turning a dark expression her way. 

“There is no infatuation,” he said. His voice was just as soft as hers, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “He is my mate. We do not need the coven, Natalia. We have never needed the coven. The coven needs us, and I need him. I will have him. It is the coven’s decision whether our future together includes them.”

Natalia’s lips thinned.

Damnably, of course, he was correct. They didn’t need the coven; they never had.

Their maker had been a powerful, ancient vampire known only as the Skull. His sire–their grandsire–was rumored to have been the First.

Modern fledglings, they were at a disadvantage. Their blood was diluted from generations of siring. The ancients no longer sired as they once had. New vampires made new vampires and because of that, they were weak.

But not the three of them. Not Natalia or James or even Yelena, turned a full century after they’d been. No, their bloodline was short and immaculate. Even as fledglings, they’d held great power.

That power had only grown when their sire, the Skull, had perished. He had been so disappointed with his progeny and their lack of ambition for absolute power. He’d wanted to kill them and begin anew. Instead, the three of them had banded together and killed him. 

Upon his death, his power had been transferred to them. Even divided thrice, it was enough to put them at the top of the food chain.

Alone, very few vampires could claim to be a match. But the three of them together? They had no equal.

Their current coven, they’d joined decades ago. They were feared, they were respected, but they were not trusted. Lesser vampires would always see them as a threat–would always assume that they wanted to kill those in charge, take over by force.

Despite those ongoing fears, the coven kept them close. They feared what James or Natalia or Yelena might do, but they still wanted the protection offered by such powerful beings, too. 

No, they didn’t need the coven. But walking away would certainly cause problems.

“If you leave,” she pointed out, because she had to, “they might try to kill you.”

It was what lesser beings did. It was the way they thought. Either you were with them or against them, and nobody wanted an enemy so powerful.

James tilted his head in acknowledgement, a little smirk playing at his lips.

“Will you help them?” He asked. “Will Yelena?”

Natalia scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Perhaps, as fledglings, they might have. Old as they were now, there was no question. She trusted no one the way she trusted James and Yelena, and she knew the sentiment to be returned.

“Then I have no reason to fear.”

James dumped his knife in the sink and then picked up the plate he’d prepared. She stepped in front of him before he could leave the kitchen.

“Will you turn him, then?” She asked, because she had to know.

“If that is what he wants,” James said, “then I will do it happily. If not, my blood will keep him by my side. Now step aside and come meet my mate.”

The words hit her like a blow to the gut. He brushed by her, seemingly unaware of how his declaration had frozen her.

My blood will keep him by my side.

So. Not a passing infatuation, then. Not by a long shot. Nothing short of true love would separate a vampire from their blood. 

Natalia rubbed her forehead. Vampires couldn’t get headaches, but she was sure one was coming on.

“Alright,” she muttered, mostly to herself. “Let’s meet your mate, then.”

She followed James into the living room.

#nani asks #greenberg replies #vampire bucky #my fics #i know next to nothing about yelena except the black widow movie and a few clips i've seen of hawkeye on tik tok #but somehow it felt like she belonged here #(PS. To the Nani that sent this message: you are wonderful and kind thank you for such nice words <3)

[strangerquinns]

The Shire is Burning

Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: A rainy day includes cuddles in bed and listening to your boyfriend read his favorite book out loud. inspired by this tiktok & others

theme: soft!bf eddie vibes ft. fluff

words: 974

"...my armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws pears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!..." Eddie read from the dog-eared page, his voice deepened to match the character Smaug.

It was a rainy night in Hawkins meaning that the two of you were stuck within the trailer with not much to do. Not that you were complaining; nights like this were your favorite. You'd come over to the trailer just as the rain started to fall. When you walked toward the back of the trailer to his bedroom, you found Eddie already in bed, book in hand and cigarette between his lips. The sight before you was one of those moments you wish you had your camera to savor.

"You just gonna stand there, sweetheart, or are you gonna come and join me?" Eddie spoke with a sly smile on his lips after he'd pulled the cigarette from them.

Quickly you'd kicked off your boots, unbuttoned your jeans, and slip them off before crawling up and joining him. Eddie lifted his blanket and made room for you with his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray.

Now you weren't sure how long the two of you were sitting here for. The sun had finally set and the soft rumblings of the thunderstorm could be heard as background music to Eddie's words. The Hobbit was one of his favorites, one that he would reread over and over again and fall in love more each time. You knew the beloved book in his hand was one that his Uncle had gifted to him a few years ago. In the margins were scribbled words and notes of his favorite parts. There were even small drawings in some of the larger spaces. Some of the pages showed signs of the wear and tear of the love that Eddie gave to the book.

It wasn't long for Eddie to get into the book as he read aloud, his voice changing for each character and putting on a show for you. He made you laugh anytime he started to get too animated with his hands and face. But what you loved the most was seeing the love and excitement in his eyes as he shared this with you. It was hard for Eddie to let people in and show some of his vulnerable sides. He'd created the hard shell of his reputation for a reason so that everyone would think he was scary and dangerous. It worked, you couldn't lie about that, with the town and kids at school labeling him a freak.

God, you hated to hear people call him that. Because to you, Eddie was the boy that made you laugh, smile, and feel loved. That always made sure that you were taken care of. Eddie was the boy that had taught you to love and made you feel safe and at home.

Eddie got lost in the novel in front of him for a while, stopping when he heard your soft giggle from beside him. Eddie's doe brown eyes looked down at you for a moment, a small shy smile causing his lips to turn up slightly.

"What?" Eddie spoke, his voice a little softer. You could see his cheeks slowly start to blush the longer he stared down at you.

"Nothing," You smiled "You're just so cute, I love seeing you all passionate, it's adorable."

"Adorable?" Eddie fiend false offense, sitting up slightly to look at you more. You giggled and buried yourself under his blanket more, watching as Eddie slowly rose to his knees and turned to hover over you. "Oh, sweetheart..."

Eddie cocked his head to the side before moving quickly to pepper kisses all over your face quickly. You let out a playful scream as his fingers quickly found your sides and began to tickle you. You could hear his deep, throaty laugh as he nuzzled into your neck and nibbed lightly at your neck.

"Eddie! Eddie!" You laughed and squirmed beneath him before he finally pulled back. "Mercy! Mercy!"

"That right," Eddie's eyes shined as he smiled down at you, "How's that for adorable?"

"Still think you are, butthead," You playfully rolled your eyes.

Eddie shook his head and let out a soft breathy laugh before bending down and kissing your lips softly. You melted into the kiss and moved your hands up to caress his face, feeling as he slowly pressed his body down against yours. Eddie settled between your legs as the two of you slowly and sweetly kissed. Your fingers moved through his hair gripping it tightly as Eddie deepened the kiss more. He moaned against your lips at feeling your nails against his scalp.

"So much for reading me that book." You speak softly against his lips, the two of you laughing lightly as yous stared into each other's eyes. Your cheeks felt hot as his lips looked to your lips and back to your eyes.

"You really want me to finish that book, baby?" Eddie asked, his eyes glaring down at you slightly.

"Mmm...maybe, you were being a really good narrator." You spoke, tucking his curls behind his ear so you'd be able to see his face more. Your hand traveled down along his jaw and felt the slight scruff that was starting to come in.

"I'm reading from right here," Eddie spoke, reaching over to the closed book that was left beside you. He turned slightly so his back was between your legs and his head on your chest. Eddie pulled a spare blanket over his lap before opening the book and picking up where he left off.

As he read, your fingers moved through his hair slowly the two of you falling back into the comfort of a rainy day in bed.

please leave your thoughts!

#that gif has become my favorite eddie gif #look at his face #sweet baby #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #Eddie munson fluff

[mayoxxo]

Steamy♡ - Dio x Reader

This Dio is Phantom Blood and where he is in college 👍

Once you and Dio entered the house, Dio immediately pinned you to a wall. Smashing his lips directly on yours. You couldn’t help but blush and shut your eyes because of the moment. You wasted no time to kiss him back, though you were a bit hesitant. Both of you opened your eyes and when you saw Dio’s eyes it made you feel some type of way. Not a feeling you’ve had before.

His eyes were filled with so much lust it made you drive insane. You wanted him to touch you, especially down there. No, you needed him to touch you. Dio ran his fingers through your hair, putting some hair behind your ear. You opened your mouth a bit and Dio took the chance to squeeze his tongue through.

It was a strange feeling having his tongue in your mouth. Though, it made you grow excited for what was going to come. He crept his hand to your lower half and started to touch your thighs gently. His fingertips gliding so very close to your core. You grabbed his hand, leading it to your core.

Once he found out what you wanted, he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. They revealed you wearing pink panties, which made him smirk a bit. He took his middle finger and began to rub so very gently on your clit. You whimpered a bit in his ear, which made his cock twitch.

He grabbed your hand and made you follow him to your bedroom. You quickly grabbed your pants while he led you to the bedroom. He knew where your bedroom was since you would study with him most of the time. Once he led you to your bedroom, this time he pinned you to your bed. Immediately attacking your neck. He bit down on your neck, kissed your neck, licked your neck, etc.

Dio craved you so much. He wanted you to be desperate for his cock. He wanted to see tears threatening your eyes. Not only that, but he wanted to make you cum over and over until you were begging for him to stop.

He took off your pink panties and threw them aside. He saw you so wet that you covered your face in embarrassment.

“No need to be embarrassed, princess. It’s just you and me.” He said.

His words made you drive over the edge. He took his thumb this time and rubbed your clit. Soon you felt him peppering your cunt with kisses.

“Please add a finger Dio!” You said desperately. He gave you a smirk and entered his pointer finger in you. Pumping in and out of you. The sound of wet noises filled the room while he was pumping. Soon he added another finger inside you. You gripped his hair and he made a groan into your cunt.

You took your other hand and cupped your mouth, so you wouldn’t make as much noise.

“Ah, ah I want to hear you, my dear. I want to hear you screaming my name.” He said with a bit of dominance in his voice. You gulped and shook your head, ‘yes’ so he would know you understood.

You were scared to death that your dad would come home any minute, but that’s what made it more exciting. Almost getting caught doing something so scandalous with Dio Brando. Your father absolutely adores him and to be honest, he shipped you guys. Though, I don’t think he would like having his daughter having sex with him in his house.

“Dio! I need more… please!” You felt him blow on you, aching core to see how you would react.

“Princess, you’re doing so good for me.” He praised.

You took a gulp as you felt him add another finger into the mix. Soon he curled his fingers in your cunt, and he felt your gummy walls tightening on his fingers. He pressed on your lower stomach. He knew what he was doing. Dio wanted to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Soon he took his fingers out of your cunt when you were so close to cumming. You looked at him with a confused yet desperate expression.

“I know darling. Just wait…” His amber eyes stared at you. You saw him stick out his tongue and gave your cunt a few shallow licks. You couldn’t take it anymore. You gripped his hair and pulled him more to your body. Now you felt his mouth latch onto your cunt. Sucking, licking, and kissing all over the place.

He was awfully sloppy, but that’s what improved it. You moaned as you buried your head into the pillow.

“Dio I’m getting close again!” You gripped his hair tighter. Once again, he slipped his fingers into your sopping wet cunt, pumping in and out still. You started to shiver when you felt your orgasm take over you. Dio still kept licking until you rode out your orgasm.

Dio cleaned up the mess you made. Now it was Dio’s turn.

You gestured him to get on the bed and he did so.

“Go at whatever pace you want, Darling. It’ll feel good either way.” He said so gently in your ear. You nodded your head to let him know you understood. You already saw the bulge that formed in his pants. He must’ve gotten really worked up. You began to take off his pants, and you threw them across the room.

You saw his boxers had a slight wet spot from his pre-cum. You slowly took off his boxers to see his cock spring out. You looked at his cock in amazement, it was big and had a few veins on it. Dio made a noise that caught your attention, which made you snap out of your trance.

You grabbed a hold of his cock and began thrusting your hand up and down. He threw his head back into the pillow, and he put a hand to cover his eyes. It felt so good to him. Later, you put your mouth on his cock, slurping its juices that were spilling out of his slit already. Dio grabbed your hair and pulled some away, so you wouldn’t have hair interrupt his pleasure.

Dio grabbed your head and made you deep throat his cock. He moaned in pleasure as he felt you gag on his cock.

“Fuck… feels so good dear!” Dio cursed.

Dio looked down at the sight before him, and it made him go insane. You were thrusting his cock up and down while licking on it like an ice cream cone. Especially with your ass in the air and back a bit arched. He threw his head back once again and shut his eyes.

“I’m going to cum darling…” As soon as Dio said that, he cummed in your mouth. You swallowed all of it without hesitation. He looked at you, and you saw his face flush.

“You’re such a slut for me.” He said with a smirk.

“Now it’s time for the main event.”

You sat up on the bed while you saw Dio taking off his dress shirt that he wore for school. You also did the same, unclothing yourself. All that was left of your clothing was your bra. Dio looked at your chest in amazement. They were perfect. Exactly how he wanted your chest to be like.

He leaned in to touch and squeeze them. As he touched your breasts, you began to feel yourself getting wet again. Dio snuck his hand to your pussy and slowly began to rub again. He kissed you and you kissed him back. Both of you shared tongues again, letting them dance with one another.

You pulled away to see a string of saliva stretch out from both of your lips. You laid on the bed while you felt Dio’s cock slightly brush your core. You whimpered at the feeling a bit, and Dio aligned himself to your hole.

“W-Wait, you’re going in raw?!” You asked. He nodded his head and slowly began to enter in you. You covered your mouth to stop from making any loud noises, but once again, Dio didn’t like that.

“What did I say about covering your mouth, dear.” He said with a bit of annoyance in his voice. You obeyed his command and pulled your hand away from your mouth. He finally put his length all in you, whimpered from how much he stretched you out. It really did hurt, like how they said. Dio let you adjust to his size for a bit, then he started to thrust.

You moaned his name each time he thrusted in you. You put your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his now sweaty body.

You had your head in the crook of his neck for a while until you pulled away. You looked at his amber eyes and felt yourself get lost in them. You leaned in for a kiss, and he immediately kissed you back. In between the kiss you would moan and whimper, but Dio didn’t mind. He loved hearing how good he made you feel.

“Good girl. You love taking in my cock, don’t you.” Dio said.

You nodded.

“Shit! Dio I’m so close. Please let me cum, I’m begging.” You begged helplessly.

“Go ahead and cum when you need to. I feel myself getting close too, hun.”

Soon you came on his cock and he flashed you a smirk.

“That’s my pretty girl.”

He later finally came to his climax and came on your stomach.

Dio landed on the bed and sighed.

“We should so this again for a study session”

You giggled at his response and nodded your head. Just as he said that, you heard the door unlock. Both of your hearts dropped. Both of you immediately got up from the bed and put your clothes on. At least, you tried to. Dio had to help you put on your clothes since your legs felt like jelly.

Once you both of you put your clothes on, you tried very hard to not wobble.

“Oh! Dio! Very nice to see you here!” Your dad spoke.

“Yes, great to see you too Sir! We were just studying in her room.” Dio said, trying not to act suspicious.

“Oh great.”

Dio gave you a smile and bent down to your height.

“You were so tight… it felt so good, dear.”

Your face flushed in embarrassment, and Dio just laughed.

This turned out better than a study session.

#jjba anime #jjba x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba smut #dio brando #dio jjba #dio jojo #dio x reader #dio smut

[leossmoonn]

now that i got that out of my system, guess who's back, back again, cande's back, tell a friend.

soooo, my lovely lovely lovely sara, how are you on this fine day? before you ask, i'm explendid, you know why? because i have another request to make for your pool party and i'm really really hyped about it.

i was thinking, skinny dipping, logan hunztberger, prompts "was it all just a lie?" "i deserve better than this", angst loving hoes for the win (it's me, i'm an angst loving hoe). <33

Hehe hiii! Honestly it’s so nice to know your name! Like I said, it’s beautiful:). Also I’m doing well! And I’m glad you’re doing well too hehe! Thank you for another skinny dipping request <33 you are fueling my happiness :)

Also damn the angst 😭 I’ll try my best 🙈🙈

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“Logan? Are you home?” you ask as you hear your front door open and shut. There’s no answer, but you hear the sound of him putting his keys on the island table. You get up out of bed and rush down the stairs, excited to see your husband finally back home from another long, strenuous night of work. “Hey, baby. Work go okay?”

“Yeah,” Logan nods. You watch as he pours himself a class of scotch. You cross your arms around your middle, feeling slightly cold form not being under the covers. You’re wearing a tank top and shorts, your face and teeth all ready for bed. You were up in your room reading, waiting for him to come home. “You really think it’s okay to drink this late? It’s twelve in the morning,” you say. “And I haven’t had a drink yet today,” Logan says, his voice showing annoyance. “Alright, alright,” you nod. You paint on a smile and walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him. “I missed you, Logan.” He signs and hugs you back with one hand. “I missed you, too.” Although he’s hugging you and you’re wrapped in his warmth, you still feel cold. You feel lonely, even in your husband’s embrace. But you try to enjoy it while you last. You already know how this night is going to go, and this will probably be one of the few times you get to hug him before he passes out.

You lean up and bury your face in his neck, closing your eyes and basking in his musky scent. But as you smell him, another scent fills your nose. This one is more sweet and smells similar to your own perfume. It doesn’t take long for you to put the pieces together. You step away from Logan, looking at him with a blank stare. “What?” he asks. “You were with her again, weren’t you,” you accuse. He furrows his brows. “What? With who?” “With Lauren. You were with her,” you say. He shakes his head, “babe I’ve been at wo—” “Take your shirt off,” you say. “What? I’m not going to —” “Take your fucking shirt off, Logan!” you yell. He rolls his eyes. “Fine, Jesus Christ.” He unbuttons his shirt and you make him turn around as he takes it off. There are multiple hickies on the back of his neck as well as scratches that you know damn well aren’t from you.

“I can’t believe you,” you seethe. “Oh, what? Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about fucking that guy from your office,” Logan says. Your raise your brows. “Excuse me? No, I have not. And you know why? Because I’m actually faithful to my spouse. Unlike you!” “C’mon, it was a one time thing!” Logan exclaims. “I still love you. I was just lonely and she was there, and we haven’t been intimate in a long time.” “Don’t give me that,” you shake your head. You walk away from him, rubbing your temples. You are fuming. Logan swears there’s steam coming out of his ears and that there’s a trail of fire where you walk. He won’t admit it, but he feels guilty and is scared, but he lets his pride get the best of him. He let his sexual needs get the best of him. And he knows you won’t forgive him. Not this time. In a way, he’s already given up on you two. He’s given up a long time ago, when he realized he couldn’t be the husband he wanted to be for you.

“Was it all just a lie?” you ask. “The sickness and in health, death until parted? I mean, did you actually write your vows, or did you have Rory help you?”

“Of course I wrote my vows! What the hell?” Logan asks. “Hey, don’t you get mad at me,” you say. You’re now all up in his face, your body shaking with anger and tears cascading down your face. “You are such a piece of shit! You are a piece of fucking shit, Huntzberger. I can’t believe I gave you a chance, when I knew who you were. When I knew who you used to be. When I knew what you could become.“

“Maybe you should have listened to your dad, then!” he yells. You nod, “yeah, I should have. Because of you, I have wasted ten years of trying to hold us together. I’ve tried taking vacations, still going on dates, buying you gifts, telling you I love you. Even fucking therapy! But nothing can fix who you are on the inside. That selfish playboy you used to be.”

“Well, you knew what you were getting into. And I’m sorry that I couldn’t live up to the version of me you fucking dreamt up in your head. The Logan Huntzberger you put on a pedestal.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry that I actually thought you could exceed expectations. I’m sorry that I believed in you. And I’m sorry that I loved you,” you say, your voice breaking. “I deserve better than this, and it’s time I found that.” “What do you want to do them?” Logan asks.

“I want you to get out of my house. I want you to not be my husband. And I want you to never come to see me ever again,” you say.

Logan laughs sourly. “That’s a mistake you know. You’re going to regret this.” “No,” you shake your head. “You are.”

#sara’s 4k pool party #leossmoonn 4k pool party #logan huntzbgerer #logan hutzbgerger x reader

[giorno-plays-piano]

Rusted Remnants

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x mutant!Reader

Warnings: past noncon, smut, dirty talk, Stockholm syndrome, violence, mention of human experiments, swearing.

Words: 1924.

Summary: You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother.

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When a bearded man in sunglasses opened the door with a grinding, abrasive sound, you felt both fear and relief - Heisenberg was a mean son of a bitch who couldn’t stand people crossing him on anything, and you learned that the hard way. However, thanks to that insanely strong bastard who could smash in a Lycan’s skull with one swing of his hammer, you were still safe in his hideout, not having to worry about mutilated monsters this place was swarming with.

Besides, even though Heisenberg was as rotten and disgusting as any other Lord, he still had more human in him than Dimitrescu, Beneviento and Moreau altogether.

“Did you miss me, little monster?” He smirked, watching you laying in bed with some cheap romance novel you traded for bullets with the Duke: you had little hobbies since you barely left Heisenberg’s factory.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t been home for a couple of days and now needed to get under your skin, feeding off your emotions like Alcina fed off her victims’ blood. It was something like a routine to him: he needed to know you had something human in you, too.

“Who else do you expect me to miss?” you snorted, leaving a worn book with a dirty yellow cover on the bed. “You know I don’t like when you leave for so long.”

“It’s not like I like it either.”

Leaving his monstrous hammer on the table full of blueprints, drawings, nails and all other things you were forbidden to touch, he took his glasses off, and you saw his weary eyes, the blood vessels widened in their white. It didn't happen often, but from time to time Heisenberg would abandon his façade of a smug, careless bastard, and then you could catch a glimpse of a deadly tired man who had long lost any hope to ever free himself from Miranda’s death grip. Something had happened in those couple of days when he had been wandering the woods and catacombs filled with Lycans, Samcăs, and Vârcolacs, and it certainly wasn’t good news if it stripped Heisenberg of his endless complacency.

Quietly slipping away from the bed, you put your shoes on while the man in front of you left his coat hanging on a chair and stilled, his dirty hands on the desk as he stared at it blankly. While he stood there, motionless, you turned on the large faucet in an improvised shower cabin - everything there had been old and rusty, and you needed time to adjust the temperature of water from icy cold to bearable cool or even hot if you were lucky enough. Thankfully, Karl never protested against showering, washing away dry blood, machine oil, muck and filth.

Saying nothing, you carefully lifted his hat, unclasped the belt on his chest and started unbuttoning his dirty shirt - nobody would believe it had been white once. Finally, Heisenberg came back to his senses, smirking and letting you strip him of his clothes, leaving his pants and huge heavy boots on the floor. As he stepped into the shower, he dragged you with him behind the old plastic curtains full of holes, and your nightgown got drenched within a couple of seconds, water pouring over your head. You didn’t protest anymore, knowing the man wouldn’t let you go until he blew off some steam, pushing you into a wet stone wall and wrecking you ass till you started sobbing - he loved when you squeezed his fat cock with your pussy, but Heisenberg couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, leaving his child to be endlessly tortured by that holy bitch until she turned his baby into some fucking monster doll. Sometimes he could buy some condoms from the Duke, but it was still a rare occasion, so most of the time Heisenberg spent using your other holes, filling you to the brim with his cum until he felt satisfied.

"Wearing that white nightgown like some noble slut from Alcina's castle." he growled into your ear from behind, grinding against your ass, his callous fingers gripping your hips as he forced you spread your legs for him. "Did you do it on purpose, baby? Did you want to bounce on my cock so bad?"

Turning your head to him, you didn't get a chance to speak up when the man crashed his mouth into yours, his arm lifting up the drenched fabric of your nightgown and baring your flesh. Landing a loud smack to your ass, he grinned through the kiss: he loved it when you behaved well around him, taking whatever he was giving you like a good girl you were.

You didn’t mind. At first the thought of him touching you had been giving you panic attacks and nausea, but as years flew by, nothing changing in this Hell of a place where sanity was a privilege, you clung to Heisenberg in a desperate attempt to feel human again - even if it was something as primitive as grinding your bodies against each other.

As he rubbed his cock in between your shaking thighs pressed together, you moaned, the water cascading down your bodies while Heisenberg fondled your breasts, biting and nipping his way down your neck.

"You're going nowhere until I fuck the shit out of you."

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Breathing in the smell of his Cuban cigars, you watched Heisenberg smoke as he laid close to you, his naked body barely covered by a blanket: his skin was littered with nasty scars, and it seemed like every centimeter of it had once been burned, cut or bitten. Some of them were so old you could barely see them, others relatively knew where the scar tissue was still angry red and thick: most of the time he got them while working on his personal army down there, but with his regenerative abilities they were like a kitten bite to him. Of course, even of they weren't, Heisenberg would still pretend like it was nothing, wearing his shit-eating grin.

"The holy whore is up to something," he says after long minutes of silence, ash falling to the floor from his cigar, "and I don't like that I know fucking nothing of her plans."

You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother. You couldn't call him sane, but he had enough sanity to remember what Miranda did to all of you and how fucking twisted was her desire to have a family. You weren't her children, regardless how many times Moreau was going to call her his mother. Whatever she did to you or those miserable villagers, her cannon fodder, she did only to revive her real daughter, and the thought had been making you sick since the times Heisenberg told you about Miranda's past.

"You think it's something big?"

"Yeah. She keeps disappearing into thin air, and I can't find a trace of her anywhere at all."

You grew silent, staring at the blanket with empty eyes: it certainly wasn't a good sign. Where was she going if even Heisenberg couldn't locate her? Was she crossing the forest to get to the outer world? The last time it happened she brought to the world one more horrifying monster with a face of a little girl. The only thing you knew about her was that she was destroyed a couple of years ago, just a failed experiment like all those Miranda had been involved in.

"I think she partners up with someone, some organization that can give her what she wants like, you knew, she did before." You muttered, and Heisenberg stared at you, narrowing his frightening light eyes.

"With whom could the old bitch partner?"

"I don't know, but I know she brought someone with her, willingly or not."

Now you had his full attention as he turned to you, his eyes burning a hole in your face. "Who did she bring here? How the fuck do you know?"

Rolling over to your stomach and hugging a pillow - a real pillow you got from the Duke a month ago, not that pile of garbage the man had been sleeping on for ages - you let out a loud sigh. You weren’t eager to go exploring the factory even though you knew where his soldiers were, but you couldn't just stay in his room for the rest of your days, and sometimes you would get out for a couple of hours, wandering empty corridors with rusted doors.

At first it was subtle. You knew this place well, but you couldn't sense monsters or people getting in the way Miranda did even after Cadou implantation. You just wandered the same places over and over, collecting semi-precious stones, bullets and other things you could trade for something with a merchant. As the time flew by, the feeling of uneasiness was washing over you as you stepped into certain rooms, got into certain places. There was nothing peculiar there, nothing that would catch your attention, but something was still eating you up as if you knew something wasn't right.

At one point you realized that what disturbed you were things moving from their original places - changes were small, barely noticeable for someone who didn't spend hundreds of hours walking around here, but you could know put your finger on what was wrong. Who was it? You knew it weren't the Lords who had no business here. Besides, the Master of Metal could always feel their presence. Obviously, it weren't humans from the village for whom the factory was sacred, and monsters possessed too little intelligence to put things on their places in the very same order. You thought it could be Mother Miranda, but she wouldn't be sneaky if she really wanted to show Heisenberg his place.

Now it all made sense. You knew the outer world would learn about this place sooner or later, especially after that monster girl incident, and it only proved the idea Miranda brought someone with her.

"I think it's someone smart, Karl. Someone who will either destroy Miranda or try to take control of her - and us, maybe." You said after telling him about your little adventures, and the man smirked, stroking your back. Of course, after her little Eveline had been released into the world, he had thoughts about other organizations having their fair share of Megamycete,

“Someone we can use against her, then.” He whispered, his eyes dark and perceptive as he leant closer, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, his complacency getting back as he sent you a smug grin, slapping your ass loudly. “Good job, little monster. Good job.”

Rolling you over on your back, he got on top of you, pushing your legs apart and licking his lips at the sight of your naked pussy right in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I’ve forgot to tell you baby," he grinned at you when you squirmed from his touch, his thumb already tracing tiny little circles against your clit. “I’ve got a rubber, so you better milk me dry with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil

[kampfkuchen85]

We are enemies, right? - Part 5

Characters: Haruchiyo ‘Sanzu’ Akashi, Rindo Haitani, reader

Note: english isn't my first language, so there could be mistakes. This is just a fanfic, don't take it too serious.

Warnings: none

Part 1 - previous - Part 5 - next

Masterlist

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Sanzu was running towards you as soon as you entered the meeting room, pulling you into a thight hug.

“Princess! Where have you been? I was so worried. I wasn't able to sleep without you by my side.”

You rolled your eyes. Why does he have to be so exaggerated? He sounded like a crybaby.

“I was only gone for like three hours, I was with Ran and it's the middle of the day. Not the time to be asleep. So, no need to be worried.”

“Three hours?” Something seemed suspicious in his eyes. “I thought you were just out collecting protection money?! You could have done that job in under half an hour.”

“Oh, while we were there, we took the chance and bathed together”, Ran smirked, undressing his jacket and laying it over the armrest of his chair.

Sanzu was standing there, his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what he just heard.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Haven't you heard me? I said, we had fun together in the bathing facility”, sounding unbothered as usual, “if you know what I mean…”

“What's that supposed to mean, you little shit?”, he was instantly ready to punch his comrade, when you suddenly stood in front of him.

“It's not what you think, Haru”, you used the short form of his first name to calm him down, “we were just in the same hot tub with a lot of space between us. Right, Ran?”

You looked over your shoulder to said man, waiting for an approval.

“You came closer and closer to me when those scary guys appeared.”

You exhaled loudly. 

“There was still enough space between us.”

“Did he touch you, princess?”, Sanzu interfered, throwing a death glare in Rans direction. “And who were those scary guys?”

“No, no, no”, you were laying your hands soothing on his shoulders. “He didn't touch me and I didn't touch him.” You made yourself a little bit taller by standing on your tiptoes, so you could whisper into Sanzus ear. “Do you really think I would touch him when I got you?”

You only smeared honey around his mouth to prevent them from fighting. Secretly you were glad that you had some alone time without Sanzu by your side thanks to Ran, but you wanted to end the day peacefully.

“...and those guys Ran mentioned were nothing more than gangster wannabes. They aren’t worth talking about.”

Sanzu was still pissed, but he let it be. He was making his point clear that you belonged by his side, when he took your hand, walked to the couch and placed you on his lap. His arms were slung around your body, while his head leaned on your shoulder, continuing throwing deathglares in Rans direction.

“Did he really not touch you?”

Sanzus voice was only a whisper.

“No, dumbass”, you answered with a whisper as well. “...and before you ask, no, he didn’t see me naked.”

“Good. You belong to me.”

He gave you a quick peck on your cheek.

It has been only a few weeks since you involuntarily joined Bonten, but everyone was already used to that picture in front of them during the meetings - you were sitting on Sanzus lap with his chin on your shoulder, his arms possessive around your waist. Rindo was the only one who still rolled his eyes in annoyance. Can’t you do that in private? Nobody wants to see it….or hear your silent giggles when Sanzu whispers something seemingly funny in your ear. Mikey ignored your ‘childish’ habits, lucky for both of you, as long as you're fulfilling your jobs.

As soon as the meeting was over, Sanzu was carrying you in bridal style out of the room, a roguish smile on his face.

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It was the next day when he came into the office with his shirt not buttoned and not even put in his trousers. He was wearing his suit jacket, but that unbuttoned shirt did exactly what he wanted it to do - drawing all the attention on him.

“Dress properly, you moron. You’re a member of Bonten and Mikey doesn’t like it when we’re walking around like homeless people”, Rindo said in a bored tone. Why is Sanzu even walking around dressed - or more ‘not dressed’ - like that?

“Well, man. I would, if I could, but the fabric scrubs on the scratch marks.”

He was pretending to stretch his ‘tired’ muscles, so that his shirt was loosely falling to the side, showing his naked upper body with marks all over it. 

“See?”

It was nearly impossible for him to hold back his wide grin, when he pointed to the many dark marks. Rindo just grumbled in annoyance and rolled his eyes, when he noticed that these dark spots were probably made by you and when he remembered that you both were spending the night together. He was shaking his head. He didn't want to imagine Sanzu and you in bed together.

“Dress properly or I’ll force you!”

“Yeah, yeah. No reason to get angry.”

Sanzu giggled quietly, but with a wide grin on his face. He achieved what he wanted - that everybody knew about what happened last night between him and you - his soulmate.

“Did you ever believe that she’s not submissive in bed? When I saw her angelic face, I thought she was a sub. In fact she’s really dominant and snappy. I really had to fight to get the upper hand and….”

“Shut the fuck up. Nobody wants to hear your stupid stories, idiot.”

Sanzu just continued giggling.

When you entered the room shortly thereafter, all the attention was on you. You adjusted your turtle neck immediately, because you noticed that all eyes were fixated on your neck. Your body looked exactly the same as Sanzus and therefore you choosed a high-necked top. Unlike him you didn’t want them to know what happened behind closed doors with Sanzu, but when you saw him with his unbuttoned shirt you knew that everybody already knew it. You were shaking your head mildly while looking to the ground.

“Haru?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Dress properly please.”

"Sure, princess."

Rindo was slightly impressed that he followed your request.

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the rose garden | DRACO MALFOY (SMUT)

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N in his mother’s rose garden. 

REQUESTED by anonymous “Could I request were draco and his girlfriend has been together for a year or 2 and their parents are really good friends. Y\Ns parents are also death eaters. And y/n is slytherin. It would be their 5th or 6th yr? Preferably a smut?” 

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, extreme dirty talk, slut shaming, blowjobs, face fucking, fingering, riding 

Hogwarts was out of session for the summer, and due to students living all across the United Kingdom and Ireland, it meant a lot people didn’t see their significant others for a long two months or so. However, fortunately, that was not the case for you and Draco. 

You didn’t live far from each other and your parents were all friends-- they had been since before you and Draco were even born. They had been loyal followers of Lord Voldemort and passed them down to the two of you even after he was gone. 

Whilst you questioned some things, you never said it out loud, and neither did Draco, allowing your parents to think that the two of your were perfect for each other. It was probably one of the only things that they were right about. 

You and Draco had taken the Hogwarts Express together, you’d been sorted into Slytherin one after the other, you had all of the same friends-- Blaise, Pansy, Theodore, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle-- and during your fourth year, after dancing with each other all night at the Yule Ball, you’d kissed and realised that maybe what you had had been more than a friendship this entire time. 

For nearly two years now, you and Draco had been dating. Despite being such a dick to everybody else, Draco treated you exactly how you deserved to be treated-- like a real princess. In his eyes, you were a princess. The most beautiful of them all. Especially around your parents, who adored him as much as his parents adored you. 

Currently, you sat beside each other at the Malfoy’s dining table, Lucius and Narcissa sat at the heads of the table whilst your parents sat opposite the two of you. A starter of some sort of soup was in front of you and you took small spoonfuls delicately, portraying the table etiquette that you’d learnt before you could even spell properly. 

“Y/N, how was your fifth year?” Narcissa asks softly once the conversation changes from your father’s business to the new Potions teacher Hogwarts was supposedly getting next year. 

You smile politely as you glance up at your boyfriend’s mother. You’d always liked Narcissa, she was the more loving of Draco’s parents and you could tell that she genuinely cared about Draco. You were sure Lucius did too, but the blond-haired man often refused to show emotion which you knew took a toll on Draco growing up. 

“It was great, thank you, Mrs Malfoy,” you say, “I spent a lot of it studying for my O.W.Ls, which went well.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” Narcissa smiles back. 

The rest of dinner seems to go by swimmingly, your parents mainly talking to each other but making small talk with the two of you as well. You’d all known each other all your lives, so it wasn’t really awkward at all. You’re finishing off the last of your drink when you feel a palm touch your thigh. 

You know better than to react. 

Draco’s cold hand smooths up and down your soft skin whilst he talks with your father and his father about something to do with the Ministry, your mothers both engrossed in Narcissa’s latest additions to her personal garden. Your father makes a joke that has Lucius laughing and Draco chuckling politely, your mouth absentmindedly forcing a small smile to act like you were listening, but all you can focus on is Draco’s hand. 

He’s such an asshole. 

You nearly shiver in delight as his slender fingers trace up and down your leg, growing warmer the longer they resided there. However, when you feel the pad of his index finger make contact with your sex, sliding underneath the thong that you’re wearing tonight, you purse your lips and grip the table, shocked. 

He swipes his finger through your folds, gathering up the arousal that’s already there and swiping it across your clit. He starts to rub at it agonisingly slow, making you bite down on your lips lightly. You grab your drink and lift it to your lips to distract yourself, but you choke slightly on it when Draco rubs it at the perfect pace, spikes of arousal coursing through you and dampening your panties even more. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Narcissa asks worriedly, “You’re looking rather flushed.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, forcing yet another smile. “I’m just feeling rather... hot, that’s all.”

“If you would like, you and Draco could step outside for some fresh air before desert is served?” Narcissa offers, her face brightening, “Oh, Draco, you can show Y/N the new roses I put in the garden.”

“They’re all the way at the back, mother,” Draco began to complain, before something mischievous flashed in his silver eyes, “Oh, well I suppose it’s only polite I do so. Come, Y/N.”

He retracts his hand from your leg and stands, offering it to you. You send a weak smile to Narcissa and take his hand, your mothers cooing happily as Draco leads you out of the dreary dining room. As soon as you’re out into the fresh air, you shove Draco with a small glare. 

“You dick!” You grumble at him, “Look, in the common room is one bloody thing, but in front of our parents? Merlin, Draco! If I got off in front of my father I would never be able to look him in the eye again. Especially if we had been caught!”

“But you liked it really, didn’t you, my little slut?” Draco growls, turning and grabbing your jaw with his slender fingers. “You love it when I get you off in front of people. Your cunt aches at the thought of nobody knowing what’s going on beneath the table.”

You whimper at his words, reaching up and placing your hand on his wrist. Draco smirks and looks back at the house. 

“Come on then, Y/N,” Draco drawls, “Since you made such a fuss, I guess I must show you the rose garden now. Such a brat...”

Draco never talks to you like this in normal day circumstances, so you know what’s coming. This is foreplay for the way he’s probably about to bend you over and fuck you outside the house your parents are currently sat inside. 

You can’t wait. 

You feel yourself grow slick at the thought, slightly dampening your thighs as he sends you a look and jerks his head, gesturing for you to go up the path first. As soon as you’re in front of him, you feel his large hand smack against your ass, making you jump a little. 

He grabs your arms from behind, forcing you against his front and pressing his lips to your ear. You can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Be a good girl,” he hisses, his breath smelling faintly like the alcohol he’d been drinking with his dinner.

You make it towards the end of the garden and Draco whirls you around before dropping down onto his mother’s favourite bench. The seating was wooden, however, the arm wrests were dark green serpents, Draco’s hand curling around them as he parted his legs wide. 

His silver eyes glinted with mischief, daring you to come closer. 

“Draco,” you breathe. 

“Come on, princess,” Draco unbuttons the top of his trousers. “On your knees. Show me how much you want me.”

Without thinking much at all, your brain foggy with arousal, you drop down onto your knees in front of the bench, unzipping Draco’s smart trousers. He sits up a little to help you drag them down his thighs. You reach to pull at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it back an inch and then letting it go so it snapped lightly against his erection. 

Draco hisses in a mixture of pain and pleasure and grabs your wrist, glaring down at you. 

“Enough,” Draco snaps, “Put your lips where they belong, slut. Around my fucking cock.”

You nearly moan out loud at his words, this time actually peeling his underwear down so that his erection sprung out the top. It was red and angry, the vein along the shaft practically pulsing beneath your gaze as precum made itself present at his tip. 

You lean up further on your knees, one hand on his thigh and the other moving out to gently grasp his dick. Draco groans under his breath, eyes focused on you as you jerk slowly up and down his length, your thumb gliding out to swipe the precum off. Draco relaxes further against the bench, a drowsy smirk crossing his face when you lean forward and take him in your mouth.

“Good little slut...” he drawls, his lanky hand reaching out to run through his hair, tugging at it slightly when you suck your cheeks in, making your mouth feel so much tighter around him. “Fuck, Y/N. So fucking good for me. Best cock sucker there is.”

You moan around his cock, your hand moving to jerk off the part that you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth. Your tongue runs up and down him, feeling his vein and making its way up to the tip where you give it kitten licks. 

“Mm, stop teasing,” Draco grunts, his other hand moving out to grab your head. 

He keeps your head still and you know what’s coming. Slowly, he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock in and out of your mouth so that his tip hits the back of your throat every now and then. You make slight gagging sounds, your eyes watering as spit coats his length. Draco loves the sight, he wishes he could take a picture. 

He stops thrusting his hips, finding it tiresome from his position sat down, and instead uses your head like you’re a toy, forcing you up and down his cock. You moan, hands grabbing his thighs, focusing on breathing in and out of your nose. 

Before he can cum, he pulls you off of him abruptly, a string of spit joining your lips and the tip of his cock. Draco smirks and brushes your lips with his thumb. 

“My beautiful little cock slut,” he mutters, sitting further back against the bench. “I think that you’ve deserved some fun of your own, don’t you?”

“Yes, Draco,” you pant, nodding. “Please.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

Draco reaches forwards, hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. You fall so that you’re straddling his body on top of the bench, out in the open where anybody could see you. He tugs up your tight dress and grabs at your ass, squeezing it and leaning forward to lick a stripe up your cleavage which is on show from your dress. 

You can feel his cock brushing against your soaking heat. Your clit is throbbing so bad it nearly hurts, whines leaving your lips as Draco grabs the thin straps of your green bodycon dress and tugs them down, revealing your breasts to him. As his mouth dives forward to grab one of your nipples in his mouth, you can’t help but lower your body, grinding down against his hard cock and making him groan against you, vibrations running through your body. 

“You’re soaked,” he mutters, pulling away once he had left a hickey on your breast where it wouldn’t be seen in your dress. “Such a fucking slut. You get off letting me fuck your face, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you’re too aroused to really know what you’re agreeing to. All you know is that you need Draco to do something before you explode. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please fuck me, Draco,” you beg him, “please make me cum.”

Draco smirks and reaches to grab your waist harder. You lift up on your knees more and watch as one of his hands disappears between you both. You feel the tip of his dick brush against your eager folds and you whine even louder, biting you lip and nodding at him quickly. 

“Please, please, please.”

Draco guides it through your soaked sex before he finds your hole and takes one more look at you. The nod of consent is all he needs before he plunges himself into you. You both moan, breaths hitching in your throat. As you slide down so that you’re sat on his lap, his cock buried balls deep inside your pulsating heat, you feel so full, like if you were to put your hand against your stomach then you would feel him there.

“So fucking tight,” Draco hisses between gritted teeth. “Come on, slut. Ride me.”

You obey his command, growing slicker at his choice of nickname for you. Your hands move to his shoulders and you use them to help you bounce up and down on top of him, inches slipping out before being forced all the way back inside you, hitting spots that you didn’t know existed. 

Draco was panting slightly beneath you, his silver eyes flickering from where he could see his cock coming in and out of your pussy, slick with your arousal, and up to your face where your head was thrown back in pleasure as you whined and moaned. 

“So beautiful.” He reaches up and grabs your neck. “Look at me.”

You listen to him, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck and slightly blocking your airway. You feel lightheaded in the best possible way, eyes fluttering and your walls pulsating more around his cock as it drives in and out of you. Draco realises you’re starting to feel hazy and starts using his hips so he can pound up into you harder.

The sounds of your bodies colliding and your soaked pussy that normally embarrass you but turn Draco on don’t humiliate you today. You’re too focused on the grip he has on your neck and the way he keeps his pace thrusting in and out of you-- like it’s his only purpose in life. You know you’re going to cum soon.

Draco’s face dives forwards and nuzzles back to your breasts that are bouncing right in front of him. He licks and sucks and bites anything he can, his hot breath fanning your skin and making you cry out. 

“Draco,” you cry. 

“That’s it,” Draco grunts, forcing a few extra hard thrusts. “That’s it, Y/N. Fucking slut. You’d let me do anything to you. Such a fucking whore.”

You can tell that he’s close from how his hand has moved from your neck to your clit. His fingers create hard figures of eights against your throbbing bud, coating his digits in your arousal. You moan louder, this time driving your hips up harder and faster to keep up with his thrusts.

“Come on, Y/N,” Draco hisses, “you gotta cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

His words are enough to send you toppling over the edge, your loudest moan yet half-buried by your teeth sinking into Draco’s shirt-clad shoulders. Your walls clench and shudder around him, tightening against his cock and causing his eyes to scrunch shut. Your breathless whisper of his name once your orgasm rolls by has him cumming straight after you. His hot seed shoots up inside in spurts, coating your walls and making you whine out against him again. He thrusts a couple of more times before he pulls out. 

“Mm, Dra- Draco,” you mutter as he pulls you off of him and pulls the top of your dress back up. 

Draco chuckles as he fixes his own underwear and trousers, pulling your dress down for you as you slide your panties back up. He presses a loving kiss to your lips. 

“Not too much, was it?” Draco asks worriedly. 

“No, that was perfect,” you admit, stroking some of his hair back into place. 

“Good. I agree. Now, let’s get back to our parents. Desert must be ready soon.”

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my mum came extremely close to catching me write this so i hope it was worth it honestly 

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Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you. 

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers. 

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly. 

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!" 

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him. 

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends" 

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you. 

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red. 

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you. 

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up. 

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it. 

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes" 

"Yes what?" He demands. 

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently. 

"Good girl" 

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache. 

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you. 

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop. 

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots. 

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move. 

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan. 

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth. 

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault. 

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers. 

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure. 

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you. 

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected. 

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths. 

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath. 

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[lacontroller1991]

Have You Seen My Shirt? (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Anon Request: can u write a daryl smut where daryl walks around the camp shirtless with the intent of distracting the reader and sexual tensions arise between him and you

Warnings: Smut 18+, also Language, because Merle

He had to be doing it on purpose. Because normally Daryl Dixon would never remove his shirt in front of others. Then again, you were away from most of the group, opting to place your tent away from others so you wouldn’t be bothered by all of the drama.

“What’s the matter with ya boy, put on a damn shirt,” Merle yelled at Daryl as you shook your head with a smile etching it’s way on your face, turning back around and continuing on with the laundry. Washing your clothes, you hummed a small tune before he decided to pop up from behind him, cigarette in his mouth.

“Have ya seen my shirt?” He asked, blowing out a cloud of smoke, intentionally flexing his arm muscles while crossing them over his chest. Smirking, you stared at him.

“What shirt? I haven’t seen you wear a shirt around me in at least a week,” you retorted, turning around and rinsing off a pair of underwear, making sure he could see the red, lacy thong that you had somehow managed to keep in good shape despite it being the end of the apocalypse. Upon seeing the thong, his cheeks burned bright red as a hand went to scratch at the back of his neck. 

“Whatever,” he huffed out before walking away from you, leaving you to your thoughts about the redneck.

He still continued to walk around you without his shirt on, ignoring the constant remarks from his older brother who was insistent on making you and him uncomfortable.

“Come on boy, just fuck ‘er already. It’s pathetic,” Merle stated as you slowly crept up on the brothers, silently listening to them, wondering who Merle was talking about.

“She ain’t like tha’,” Daryl replied, taking a drag of his cigarette, wearing his flannel that had the sleeves torn off.

“Baby brother, ya so fuckin’ clueless, that bitch has eye sex wit’ ya all tha time.”

“Don’t call ‘er a bitch again. Ya hear?”

“Well, Darlia man up and take ‘er.” Scoffing, Daryl stormed off toward your tent as you tried to silently walk up on him to see what he was wanting.

“What’s up,” you spoke up, causing him to lightly jump, though he would probably deny it.

“Damn, girl. Sneak up on me again an’ it won’t be pretty for ya,” he replied as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“I highly doubt that, Darlina.”

“Wha’ you say to me?” His ears were burning as he stared at you who had a grin plastered on your face.

“Who’s the girl?” You asked innocently, secretly hoping it was you he was defending and not Andrea.

“Why does it matter to ya?”

“Just curious?” Shrugging your shoulders, you knotted your hands behind your back, wringing your fingers as he approached you as if you were prey.

“Ya gonna be the death of me,” he whispered before crashing his lips to yours. Melting into his kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair while his hands grasped your hips. Leading you into your tent, he fell backwards with you on top of him, not breaking the kiss. You slowly started to grind down on him, causing him to moan into the kiss. Breaking away, you quickly zipped the zipper to your tent shut before removing your top, leaving you in your bra. You saw his pupils dilate as he stared at your breasts while his hands returned to your hips, pulling you flush against him. Turning you over, he now leaned above you, leaving wet hot kisses down your neck while you clawed at his shirt.

“So did you really loose your shirt or were you just trying to impress me?” You asked between moans as he sucked on your sweet spot just below your ear.

“Shut up,” kissing you again, his hands roamed to cup your breasts while you pulled the hem of his shirt over his head, leaving him topless. Bucking your hips up into his, you felt his member against your inner thigh, causing him to groan at the slight touch. Dipping his head down, he trailed kisses between your breasts and onto your soft stomach, leaving you whimpering for him to touch you where you needed it most.

“Ya sure ya want this?” He asked, looking up to you as you smiled at him.

“Yes, get those pants off of me,” unbuttoning your pants, he pulled them down, taking your shoes off with your jeans, exposing your covered core to him. Pressing a soft kiss against your sensitive clit, he moaned, sending vibrations through your body.

“Oh my God, Daryl,” you moaned as he moved your panties to the side, lapping up your juices, tracing patterns against your clit with his tongue. Arching your back, you tugged at the strands of his hair and grinned up to his face as he continued to eat you out. You suddenly felt a small knot forming in you as your breathes grew more rapid.

“Don’t cum yet,” he commanded as he stood up, taking off his boots and pants, leaving him naked before he returned to you, leaving a bruising kiss as he stroked himself, collecting some of your juices to use as a lubricant. Slowly, he pushed his tip in, causing you both to groan. Pushing further into you, he hitched one of your legs up to his hip, allowing you to get accustomed to his size and allowing for better leverage.

“You can move,” you whispered as he nodded, taking himself not completely out before snapping his hips back into you at a steady pace. Slowly but surely, his thrusts got more erratic and your whimpering got more, you knew you both were close to coming. 

“Daryl, I’m going to cum,” nodding his head, he continued to thrust into you at a fast pace, bringing your end as waves crashed over you, “Daryl,” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you, coaxing you through your high. He groaned as you walls clenched around him before quickly pulling out and jerked himself off before he released his load over your stomach with a moan. Collapsing next to you, he took your face in his hands, placing a soft kiss against your now bruised lips.

“That was amazing,” you stated out of breathe as he smiled in agreement.

“Yeah, it was. Won’t be last time either,” he replied as you laughed softly, nodding your head.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed!

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[slytherinwh0re]

I’m yours

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), this is kinda fluffy, swearing (I literally always cuss, it’s just a given at this point lol)

Summary: Where you go to the Malfoy’s for a party and you and Draco’s relationship finally takes the turn you both wanted.

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Requested by anon, lmk if you like it (:

“You look beautiful (y/n), Draco’s inside waiting for you.” Narcissa says as she pulls away from the quick hug, greeting your parents in the same friendly fashion.

You walk through the large manor quickly, trying to find the familiar head of platinum hair that belonged to your best friend. However your search kept getting interrupted, many of your parents friends stopping you for boring conversations and of course trying to marry you off to one of their sons, because nothing was more important than pure blood babies in their eyes. You were used to it though, that’s basically the point of having these extravagant parties, but you’d be damned if you’d be forced into a loveless marriage for the sake of blood purity.

“You’ll adore him darling, he’s quite the handsome boy.” Says the woman whose name you didn’t bother learning as she rambled on about her son, you merely nodded as you let your eyes rake over the sea of people, finally locking eyes with the boy you’ve been looking for. Draco had already been looking at you and the thought made you smile.

“Sorry ma’am I actually have something important to attend to right now.” You say, already walking away from the frowning lady. His eyes trail your figure and you mentally pat yourself on the back for picking out this dress, the black satin material fits you like a second layer of skin, the high slit showed off a long tan leg, and the off the shoulder sleeves displayed your collar bones nicely. You looked good and you knew it.

“Where have you been?” You question once you reach him, giving the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek like you usually do when you see him.

“Sorry love, I got stuck talking to Mrs. Parkinson, you know how she is.” Draco says pulling you in for a hug. “You look fucking amazing in that dress.” He whispers in your ear making you shiver. The effect he had on you was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how much time you spent with him.

“Thank you.” You blush. “You don’t look too bad yourself Draco.” He’s wearing one of his signature fitted all black suits that made you weak in the knees.

You’ve been best friends since you were children but as you grew older there was no denying that the relationship was changing. Both of you now matured knew that whatever this was it was a lot more than just friendship. Why you hadn’t acted on it yet, neither of you knew. Maybe it was because of the impending war or maybe just the fear of losing one another but neither of you could hide the obvious feelings you stored for each other.

“Come on, we’ll both need a drink to get through the rest of the night.” He led the way to the table full of various types of alcohol, pouring you each a shot of fire whiskey, your favorite.

“Another for good luck?” You ask right after throwing back the first one.

“You read my mind (y/l/n).” He winks while handing you your second shot. The effects of the alcohol and the handsome boy in front of you immediately make you feel more relaxed.

“Let’s dance!” You exclaim as you watch others gather in the center of the room with a partner, before he could even respond you’d already grabbed his hand and led him towards the dancing people.

You knew he didn’t really like dancing but he followed you without complaint because as he had told you once before, he’d rather scoop out his own eyeballs than to watch some foul git put their hands on you, you take full advantage of that information any chance you get. This was one of those situations, because damn did you love dancing, especially with Draco.

You grab his hands, swaying both of you to the fast rythm of the music. The smile on his face as he spins you around the other dancers makes your heart soar with so much affection for the blonde that you can’t stop the giggles from spilling out your mouth.

“You’ll be the death of me (y/n) (y/l/n).” He says as you stumble into his chest, dizzy from all the spinning.

When the tempo of the music changes into something slower, Draco grabs the small of your back and pulls you into him so you’re chest is pressed to his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds your waist as you sway to the music, the atmosphere changing drastically, neither of you paying attention to anything around you.

“Take me upstairs Draco.” You whisper in his ear. You feel him go rigid as he pulls back to look at you, both knowing this is point of no return. Draco’s eyes search yours for any trace of hesitation, once he finds none he’s taking your hand and leading you through the crowd of people towards the staircase.

You could hear the blood pumping through your veins as you stepped into his familiar bedroom. He walks you over to the foot of his bed and grabs your chin, tilting it up to look at you and then his lips are on yours. Every emotion you feel for him is poured into the kiss, his lips caressing yours so gently it almost doesn’t seem real.

“Do you want this (y/n)?” He questions pulling away from the sweet kiss.

“I’m yours Draco.” Is all you have to say before he’s kissing you again, this time more urgently. He pulls away and turns you around so your back is to his chest and you face the mirror in front of his bed.

He grabs your hair and pushes it to the side as he litters kisses on your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He had one hand flat on your stomach pushing you against him and the other running down the side of your body over the tight dress, your head was thrown back, loving the way his hands feel on you. 

He pulls back, looking at you through the mirror, moving the hand on your stomach to the zipper on the back of your dress. “Go ahead Draco.” You encourage as he looks at you for approval. He kisses the back of your neck before slowly unzipping the fabric, watching as the satin material falls silently at your feet, leaving your chest bare for him to see, the only thing covering you is the lacy underwear on your hips as you step out the dress.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he moves both hands to massage your breasts, never looking away from your body in the mirror, making small moans leave your mouth. He has on far too much clothes so you turn to face him, pulling off his suit jacket and then his tie, tossing them carelessly, and then unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, leaving a kiss on his chest every time more of his pale skin is revealed to you. 

The handsome boy watches your every move as you look up at him while you undo his belt and trousers. Once his pants fall to the ground he kicks them off along with his shoes, bringing you back to him for a needy kiss, your naked chests pressed together. 

“Jump.” You do as you’re told, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands on your ass as he carries you towards the big bed and lays you down on the edge. His lips kiss down your body towards your soaked panties, kneeling in front of you and pulling away to unclasp the heels on your feet. 

Draco hooks his finger around your underwear and you lift your hips so he can slide them off, the cold air on your pussy makes you shiver. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch what he’s about to do to you, a smirk rests on his lips seeing the state you’re in. 

“You’re already dripping love.”  He teases as he lifts your legs over his shoulders.

“Please just touch me already Draco.” You beg, making him dive right in. His tongue flat against your soaked center, devouring you in every sense of the word. Your hands find his hair tugging on it making him moan against you which in turn makes you scream out his name.

His lips wrap around your clit making your hips buck and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as you throw your head back, filthy moans spilling from your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightening as he pushes a long finger into your entrance, curling it with every thrust.

“Draco.” You breathe out, not able to form any coherent thoughts as he completely ravishes you. Desperate whines leave your lips as you feel yourself about to release and that’s when he pulls away from you completely.

“When you cum, it’s gonna be around my dick.” He states as he tear off his boxers, watching you shuffle to the center of his bed. His dick slaps him on the stomach and you rub your legs together seeing the precum already leaking out his tip.

“Show me what I’ve been missing out on.” You say, making him smile as he moves to kneel in front of you on the bed, your legs once again wrap around his waist and his dick presses against your slick folds.

He guides himself to your entrance and with a final nod of approval he’s pushing into you. Both moaning as he moves his hips at a steady pace, your soaked walls clenching around him tightly.

Draco’s hands move up the sides of your body, making sure not an inch of skin goes untouched. He lower himself so he can kiss along your neck, sucking on spots that make you moan his name, surely leaving marks that will remind you of this night for the next few days.

Your nails scratch down his back making him groan as he thrusts into you faster. Suddenly he’s pulling out of you and flipping you over so your laying on your stomach. He lifts you hips so you’re on your knees and you arch your back, pushing yourself back on to him desperately.

“You take me so well my love, I always knew you would.” He says as he slams into you repeatedly, completely wrecking your body in the best way possible.

“Oh Draco.” The moans that leave your mouth are relentless once he hits that spot that makes your toes curl and your head feel fuzzy from the pleasure you’re receiving. When his hand wraps around your throat and pulls you up so your back is against his chest you know it was the beginning to the end.

“Who do you belong to (y/n)?” He asks while continuously driving into you.

“I’m yours Draco, I’m all yours.” You cry out as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing circles into you, making your head falls back onto his shoulder as his fingers tightens around your neck.

“Cum for me love.” Is all he says as you finally hit your high. Your walls clench around him and your vision goes white, the waves of pleasure wash over your body as you scream his name. Raspy moans fall from his lips as his release takes over his body, leaving both of you completely spent.

You fall back onto the bed and he lays next you so you’re facing each other. His hand caressing your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“Every man down there had their eyes on you all night.” He claims.

“I only have eyes for one man and if he keeps fucking me like that I’ll have to marry him.” You tease with a smile on your face, making him laugh.

“I’ve known I would marry you since we were 15 (y/n), I’ve always loved you.” He admits.

“And I love you Draco.”

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[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Great Outdoors

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1275

Summary: In an attempt to relax and leave the stress of your jobs behind, you convince your boyfriend to come with you to a cabin in the Black Hills. 

Notes: Okay, I spent a weekend in the Black Hills and I couldn’t resist. Since the last two were really dark, I thought this little bit of Spencer fluff would be fun. Plus, writing steamy Spence is really fun. (Ha, get it?)

Warnings: A whole lot of *suggestive* material and a sprinkle (more like a bucket full) of fluff. 

More Spencer: HERE

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You held the two plane tickets up with a wicked grin on your face. You’d been waiting to surprise him all day, but he’d been filling out paperwork and you had to get the vacation days approved by Hotchner. His reaction wasn’t exactly what you’d expected. 

“South Dakota? Why would we go to South Dakota?” 

“I rented us a cabin up in the Black Hills. I already got Hotch to give us the vacation days, so don’t worry about that. I figured we could just get away for a while. Away from serial killers and D.C. and everything else. We can just be out in the woods and forget about everything but each other.” You draped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Spencer pushed back with a confused expression. 

“You want me to stay in a cabin for a whole weekend? Out in a forest?” 

“I’m not asking you to scale a mountain or anything Spence.” You laughed. “I just thought getting out into the great outdoors would be good for both of us.” Spencer just gave you an uncomfortable look. Morgan walked by with a stack of files he had to work on. 

“Why don’t you take Morgan?” Spencer blurted. He stopped walking, having no idea what he just got dragged into. “He likes mountains and camping and trees, right Morgan?” 

“Uhh, sure?” 

You put your hands on your hips. 

“Well I can’t have hot hot-tub sex with Morgan, now can I?” You snapped. Morgan smirked. 

“You can sure try, sweetheart.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you smacked his chest. He laughed and went back to his desk, eyeing the two of you with an amused smile. You turned back to your reluctant boyfriend. 

“Come on, Spence, please? I used to go up there all the time when I was a kid and I really need an escape right now.” You pouted your lips, imitating the puppy-dog look he was so good at. “Don’t make me go by myself.” You used the most powerful tool you had- guilt tripping. And it worked. 

“Okay, okay just stop doing the sad face with the eyes and the lips!” He surrendered. You squealed happily and threw your arms around him. You whispered in his ear. 

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise, Dr. Reid.” Your voice was low and seductive and when you pulled away to finish up some last minute paperwork, his face was turning red. 

Spencer walked slowly to his desk, keeping a calm exterior when on the inside he was dying to grab you by the shoulders and kiss you in a way that would make even Morgan blush. Packing up his bag, he looked up to see his coworker shaking his head. 

“Man, that woman has got you eating out of the palm of her hand.” Morgan chuckled, making a whipping motion with his hands. 

“Very funny.” 

“I’m serious. If my girlfriend tried to drag my ass to a cold and dreary cabin, I would have made her work a little harder. Y/N barely even begged before you caved.” He teased. Reid knew exactly how to wipe that smirk off his face, even if it was a little out of character for him. 

“Don’t worry, Morgan.” He closed his bag and smiled. “This weekend, she’ll definitely be begging for something.” 

He walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Morgan gaping at his desk. You joined him at the elevator. 

“What was that about?” You snickered, lacing your fingers with his. While you hadn’t heard their conversation, the look on Derek’s face was a strange combination of proud and mortified.  Spencer just blew out a content breath and smirked. 

“Remind me to tell you at the cabin.” 

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Spencer’s enthusiasm could not be more forced as you unlocked the door of the cabin. He rushed inside to escape the frigid air, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. How you were still so warm and chipper, he had no idea. His little Los Vegas body was extremely uncomfortable with this environment but you seemed to be thriving in it. The freezing wind made your cheeks and nose a reddish pink color and your bright smile only grew as you explored the inside of the cabin. 

“This place is so great!” You gushed. “The kitchen is amazing, there’s a huge fireplace, and the hot tub is just outside.” 

“Do you have any idea how many germs are in that thing?” Spencer shuttered. You just rolled your eyes.

“Buzzkill.” You shed your giant coat and plopped down on the sofa, watching snow outside the window. It was beautiful- the snow covered trees to the endless hilly horizon- it all made you forget the horror of your job. Spencer saw the way your eyes sparkled and couldn’t help but feel guilty about being such a downer about all of this. 

He sat down beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders. You cuddled up beside him and he lifted your lips to his. When you pulled back, you were grinning. 

“What was that for?” 

“I haven’t actually said thank you for doing all of this.” He said. Your grin spread wider. 

“Is this a good time to say ‘I told you so’?” You bragged. Spencer rolled his eyes and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and slowly laying you back on the couch. You smirked against his lips and wiggled out of his grip. 

You backed away from the couch with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. You motioned for him to follow you, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. 

“Where are you going?” Spencer gulped, his eyes following your fingers. You just giggled and took off down the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. 

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You winced, feeling the hot water against the cold skin of your feet. Taking a few seconds to adjust, you sank down into the jet-stream water, feeling all of the tension still trapped under your skin melt away. You ran your fingers through your hair, letting thoughts of serial killers and gruesome deaths vanish from your mind. 

“That’s so unsanitary.” Spencer complained, appearing in front of you. He was still fully dressed, but he was shivering in the below-zero weather. 

“You know you won’t be so cold if you just get in.” You crept towards him, the bubbling water concealing your body but still leaving little to the imagination. Spencer shook his head. 

“Do you know how many germs are probably-”

“Spence, I made sure that there’s plenty of chlorine and that the water was switched out before we got here, okay?” You started with the puppy dog face again. 

“That’s not going to work this time.” He crossed his arms defiantly, but you could tell you were wearing him down. He just needed a little push. 

You stood up, the freeze breeze contrasting with the hot water dripping down your bare skin. Spencer’s eyes widened. 

“I told you that I would make this trip worth your while, Dr. Reid.” You untucked his shirt from his dress pants and lifted it over his head. You watched his eyes darken as his long fingers traced up your sides and over your arms to tangle themselves in your hair. The sound of his shoes hitting the deck was lost under the sound of the jets. 

Spencer stepped into the hot tub, pants and all, sinking down into the water with you. The trees created a perfect wall around you, the snow silencing the world’s noise. With you in his arms and your lips against his, maybe he could get used to being an outdoors guy.

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[outerbankspreferences]

You Could’ve Been Killed - Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2601

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: This fic does contain smut so 18+. It’s a dom!Steve x braty!Reader I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t like you to defy orders from Steve in a life-or-death situation. It wasn’t like you defy Steve at all, but this time you couldn’t help it. He was making the wrong call; he was second guessing your abilities. You had been practicing with Natasha for months and this was your first mission since the incident.

You knew Steve didn’t want to see you hurt again. What happened was bad and took a while for you to be okay again, but that didn’t mean you weren’t ready. “Y/N get back to the jet.” You heard through the speaker in your suit. “No Steve, I can do this.” You spoke a little above the whisper. “No Y/L/N, we’re falling back. We need to regroup.”

 He was probably right; you had gotten some bad intel about a Hydra group and a simple integration turned into a hostage negotiation. Steve knew as soon as there were hostages involved you weren’t giving up. He knew you didn’t want anyone to suffer the same fate you did, but that didn’t mean you had to put the rest of the team in danger. “Y/N if you’re not back here in 2 minutes, you’re done. Get back to the jet, that’s an order.” There was a little voice of reason going through your head, ‘go back to the jet before you get yourself and everyone else killed.’ “I guess it’s a good thing I don’t know how to listen to orders Cap.” You spoke and he could almost hear the smirk in your voice.

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 You guys were on your way back to Avengers Headquarters, and you were stuck listening to Steve lecture you about the choice you made. You saved the hostages, but Hydra got away and you were no closer to stopping them then before. “You went against my orders; how can I trust you to be in the field if you can’t listen to what I say.” He spoke in a stern tone, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You watched Steve closely as he rambled on about the safety of the others waving his hands around in the air and all you could think of was those strong hands wrapped around your throat. “Y/N are you even listening to me?” Steve questioned pulling you from your dirty imagination.

 “You know what Rogers if it weren’t for me, those people would have died, or worse. In my books that’s a win.” You spoke with an authoritative tone as the jet began to land. You weren’t one to speak out and everyone looked at you when you yelled at Steve. “You could’ve killed all of us. You could’ve got yourself killed Y/N.” He spoke a little less stern, trying to balance out your emotions. “Wouldn’t you just love that, wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore.” You spoke before turning on your heels and leaving the quinjet. What you said hurt Steve, he didn’t mind caring about you. He also didn’t know that was how you felt. He started to go after you before Nat stopped him, “let her cool off, I think today was a bit triggering.” She reminded Steve, but he didn’t want to leave you alone, he wanted to follow you. He wanted to tell you that it was okay to fear your past, that it was okay to feel sad, but he didn’t follow you.

 After a couple hours, you still hadn’t come out of your room Steve grew concerned. Everyone came down for supper, but you hadn’t. Nat said that you were in your room listening to music, and Steve knew that it was like your escape from the world. He made you a piece of toast and a cup of tea before heading up to your room. After any mission you could be found hidden away trying to cope with what just happened and wind down from the day’s events. Steve knocked lightly on your door, when you didn’t answer he knocked again, “Y/N? you in there?” He spoke through the door before it swung open. “Oh, look who it is, I figured I would skip supper, wouldn’t want to get anyone killed.” You spoke with sarcasm lacing every word. Steve rolled his eyes at your comment, choosing to ignore it. “I made you something to eat, you must be hungry.” He gestured to you letting him in.

 You looked at the plate of food, and then back at your room. He wasn’t wrong you were hungry, but you didn’t want to let him in. You hadn’t gone to supper because you couldn’t forgot how Steve made you feel when he was yelling at you. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t anger, it was lust; those dirty thoughts about his hand around your throat only got worse with his lecture and you didn’t know if you could face him again. “Y/N are you going to let me in or not?” Steve asked looking slightly annoyed with you.

 “Uh yeah, sure thanks.” You spoke not trying to give yourself away. You moved out of the way so he could come into your room. You led him over to the little seating area you set up and gestured for him to sit down. You two sat in comfortable silence before you finally spoke up, “I couldn’t let those people die today, myself that’s debatable but not them” You tried reasoning with him. “No one is expendable on this team. That includes you.” He spoke leaning forward putting a hand on your knee. You almost jumped at the contact and you were hoping that it went unnoticed by him. He was a super soldier, of course he picked up on it. “Are you okay?” He asked being completely oblivious to what was going on. “Oh yeah, I’m fine, just tired is all. Long day.” You spoke quickly and you knew with every word you spoke you were giving yourself away.

 Steve wasn’t an idiot; he knew what was going on with you. He could almost smell your arousal when you opened the door. He moved closer to you. “You know, it was pretty dangerous what you did.” He spoke in a low tone and you could feel the weight of him in his hand on your knee. “Yeah, well you know me, always doing stupid stuff.” You spoke trying to seem as innocent as possible. “I don’t think I ever got a proper chance to punish you.” He spoke but this time his breath was fanning over you ear and it caused you to shiver.

 “Oh god”, was all you could manage to say as Steve started to place slopping kisses on your neck, pulling you to stand up. “You’re going to be praying to god I stop when I’m done with you.” He spoke again right in your ear and the comment went straight to the throb in your panties. You’ve never seen this side of Steve before, out of everyone on the team he is the softest.

 Steve moved his knee between your legs to create a gap between them and you moved your hands to the back of his neck pulling his lips onto yours. Steve fought back for just a moment to remind you he was in charge of what was going on. You moaned into his mouth when he moved your leg to wrap around his waist grinding against him. “Are you that fucking desperate for me?” Steve spoke in a condescending tone and you whimpered at his words. “Yes, Steve, please.” You moaned out. And he grabbed onto your checks in a harsh grip forcing your eyes on him. “You are going to listen to me. When I tell you to touch yourself, you touch yourself. If I tell you to ride me, you’re going to ride like we both know you want too. And maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum.” He spoke in a low husky voice that gave you butterflies. “Is that an order?” You ask trying to push his limits a little more.

 In a few seconds Steve threw you against the bed and had your ass up in the air. You were wearing a pair of pajama pants, and he pulled them off you harshly. You could sense the smirk on his face when he could see you weren’t wearing any panties. “Is that what you wanted Y/N? You are soaking for me, and I haven’t even done anything yet.” Steve spoke his breath fanning over your sensitive heat, and you let out a desperate whine. “Yes, this is what I wanted.” You voice cracked at the end and all you feel was lust between the two of you. Steve landed a harsh slap on your ass, and you let out a small yelp. “Ouch.” “oh, that’s nothing babe, but if it gets too much, just say red.” He informed you, and you thought it was sweet gesture to come up with a safe word.

 Steve landed a couple more good slaps to your ass, and now he was just looking at you. Your face smooshed to the bed while your bright red ass pushed up in front of his face. “Now I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to stay still. Are you going to be my good girl?” He asked, lips brushing over your heat waiting for your response. “Y-yes Steve, I’ll be your good girl.” You stutter out and Steve slapped your cunt, “it’s sir, do you understand me?” He hissed out. “Yes sir.” “That’s my good girl.”

 Steve dove straight into your cunt, licking a long strip from your cunt right up to your ass. You let out an ungodly moan, pushing back into him. “Stay still,” he spoke out not want you to mess up his rhythm. He started again, kitten licking at your clit, and you cried out again fighting the urge to push into him again. Steve used his fingers to pull your lips part more, let his tongue have full access to your cunt. He slipped his tongue in your cunt moving around your clenching walls. “oh god Stev- I mean sir.” You spoke and mentally cursed yourself. Steve released his mouth from your dripping cunt, and you whined at the loss of contact. “No go back please. I’m sorry.” You spoke trying to reason with him, but he was in dominating head space and there was no use.

 “Oh baby, I thought you were going to be a good girl for me. That’s not being a good girl.” He responds pulling you to stand up and unbuttoning his jeans, “now you’re going to put that mouth to some good use and suck me off.” He pushed you down on your knees and you were blessed for the rug under your bed softening your fall. Your eyes went wide when Steve pulled his pants the rest of the way down. He was huge, and it made you wonder if he was that hung before the super solider serum. He watched you visibly gulp, and he chuckled at your reaction. “Come on love. I don’t have all day.” He said almost sounding annoyed with you. You took the tip of him in your mouth and then sucked harshly on it a Steve let a loud moan out. You swirled your tongue along the tip and sucked another time feeling a twitch in his thighs. “Stop fucking teasing me you brat.” He spoke harshly before thrusting his entire length in your mouth causing you gag. “Oh, you can take me better then that. Come on princess. You’ve got this.” He encouraged stroking your cheek. Steve continued his assault on your throat, moaning at each time you gagged around him. After a couple of minutes, you gained control over refluxes and focused on pleasing him.

 Steve finally stopped fucking your throat when you could feel him getting close to his release. He pulled you up, watching as you tried catching your breath. Steve wiped the tears and spit of your face with the back of his hand, “now I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to walk funny tomorrow, and the next time you think about defying me you’ll remember this. You’ll remember how sore your ass is, how sore you’re going to be in the morning and how sore your little cunt is after I’ve had my way with you.” He whispered into your ear and every word he spoke made your cunt wetter.

 Steve pushed you back on you’re the bed and you start to move back into the position you were in earlier, but Steve stopped you. “No. I want to see that pretty face of yours while I fuck into you.” He spoke, pushing you up the bed. He crawled on top you, pushing some of your hair out of your face. You took in Steve’s complexion; his face was sweaty and red, and you reached up and placed a shaky hand on it. Steve nuzzled into your touch and for a split second you thought he was going to go easy on you, but then he slammed his hard cock in your dripping cunt. You let out a loud moan, arching you back towards him. Steve swore he could’ve cum from the sight of you. You were completely fucked out, pushing yourself down to meet his harsh thrust, moaning and whimpering.

 “You like that don’t you. You like when I fuck you nice and slow. Nice and hard into this dripping cunt, and oh fuck, you keep clenching around me. Like this pussy was made just for me.” With every word he spoke he thrusted harder and harder into you. “please sir, please I need to cum.” You spoke and Steve watched as you started to squirm, trying to hold in your orgasm as best as you could. “Just a little longer, I want to finish together, I’m almost there.” He spoke picking up the pace. He thrust were starting to get sloppy, but they were still strong, and you were struggling to hold on. “Now princess. You can cum now.” He whispered in your ear and you let out a moan that would make a porn star jealous. Steve could feel your walls clenching around him and it pulled him the rest of the way to his release. “Oh, fuck Y/N, I’m cumming.” He let out loud groan, feeling you with his hot seed.

 The two of you stayed still for moment, just taking the moment. Soon enough Steve pulled out of you with a hiss. He went to the bathroom attached to your room and grabbed a warm washcloth for you, and then came back to the bed. “Just need to get you cleaned up sweet girl.” He spoke but this time it was much softer, “ouch that hurts,” you wined wincing at the contact. Steve chuckled and shook his head cleaning up the mess the two of you made before helping you re-dress. Once the two of you were snuggled into your bed, you spoke up. “I’m sorry for not listening today. I know I could’ve gotten us all killed.” Steve knew that your apology was genuine, and he choose his next words carefully. “It’s okay. It’s who you are. You want to help people, and I love that about you, but you are just as important as the rest of us. Do you understand me?” He asked pulling you gaze to him. “Yes sir.”

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[sweeethinny]

Sunlit days

@velvethopewrites asked, and I took longer than I thought it would, but I wrote a Hinny kissing under the cloak.

it's not exactly smut, it's just warm kisses, but anyway, i hope you like it <3

AO3

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"Where are you taking me?" Ginny asked, a huge smile on her face as she let Harry - her boyfriend - guide her to who knows where, the two of them hiding under his cloak, making her even more excited.

The adrenaline of the forbidden always made her much more excited to do something. And if Harry was with her, everything was perfect.

"Can't I want to have a moment alone with you?" He asked, not even seeming to care how he sounded, he also had a huge smile on his face. Harry had seemed so much looser and freer these past few days, and Ginny loved to think it was because of her.

Of course it could be for a million other reasons, but that thought made her go to sleep smiling like an idiot.

"You're going to be late for class." They were in a hallway Ginny thought she'd never seen, but Harry seemed to recognize the place with eerie familiarity, only occasionally picking up the Map to make sure everything was empty.

“Are you worried about my grades?” He glanced over his shoulder, smiling in a way that made her blush and smile even more. Her cheeks would crack if she kept this up. 'No need to worry, I can say I was with Dumbledore, or just miss this class, it's History anyway' Harry and she reached the end of the corridor, there was nowhere else to go, there were no doors or anything nearby , and it was quiet enough for them to be comfortable. Nobody would come here.

Harry leaned against the wall, pulling Ginny close, legs spread wide enough for her to be comfortable in the middle, and she didn’t wait for him to say anything and kissed him like it had been days since they'd seen each other. And that was how she felt, at least in parts. Snape didn't take a break, and every night Harry looked tired or she was tired, and they just sat together in the common room for a few minutes before going to sleep. Hermione also didn't let her forget about the exams, just as Demelza seemed to make a point of reminding her whenever she and Harry started to get too distracted in some empty hallway in the library.

"I missed you," she said, grabbing his face and attacking his lips again, almost melting at the feel of his hands on her hips, keeping her where he wanted her, and for once Ginny didn't care.

Michael and she weren't all that evolved to exchange more than quick kisses, and as much as Dean sometimes did like Harry too - his hands on her hips - it never felt comfortable enough or hot, it was always weird, like they didn't fit right. But not with Harry, with him it was nice, comfortable, and she loved when he did that.

“Thought I saw you for breakfast?” He bit her lip, then began that trail of kisses that made her feel hot and forced her to clench her thighs together. His soft mouth moved down her chin, then under her ear, over her neck, over her collarbone… Ginny gasped.

She tightened her hands on his shoulders, just because she needed some support so her limp legs wouldn't make her fall like jelly. Ginny didn't even remember anymore what she had said and what Harry had replied, all so confused in her cloud of heat that she was almost blind to anything but her amazing boyfriend.

'Aren't you going to take your cloak off?'She managed to ask, starting to feel warm from the lack of air circulation, but it was also a good excuse to let Harry unbutton the top buttons of her shirt, and she did the same with his.

'Let me live my fantasy, I've dreamed of it.' Harry mumbled against her skin, his mouth that had been so close to her breasts began to rise again, and Ginny needed a second to deal with the frustration that she felt, soon being filled with desire as she felt him moving one of his hands up inside her shirt.

"Don't say you dreamed with me if you don't want me to attack you right here," Ginny said, her hands inside his shirt, scratching at his abdomen only to feel him shiver and take a deep breath down her neck.

"I'm not telling you not to do this, feel free." He bit into the sensitive skin that made Ginny whimper and try to pull her body away more by instinct than will, that heat building between her legs.

Harry made her land in the clouds, much lighter than when she flew as high as she could, while making her feel that delicious drop that left her heart pounding and her legs limp. He made her feel so many things that Ginny wondered how she had lived so long without knowing she was capable of feeling it.

Like when he saves her a piece of cake for breakfast, or a piece of meat pie for dinner, just because he knows Ginny likes it, and it makes her stomach churn and her throat feel tender as if suddenly, she was going to cry with joy, because she never got to tell him that, Harry just realized, and Ginny comes from a family with too many siblings for someone to notice little details about her.

“As much as I like the cloak idea,” she says, kissing him as if her life depended on it, his thigh between her legs and his left hand cupping her breast. “I'm getting too hot to be pleasant.” Ginny moves her hips just enough to gain that necessary friction that makes her go limp again.

Harry laughs, seeming to notice that she has started to sweat and now for other reasons, so he takes the cloak off them, and the icy wind hits Ginny at once and makes her shiver and lean closer to Harry, like a way to protect herself from the temperature difference. The movement made her feel him on her thigh, and Harry seemed to feel the simple touch as well, because he gasped and pulled his mouth away from hers.

They shouldn't be making out like that in a hallway, now that she was ready to assess the situation. Before at least they were invisible, and now anyone can see Harry groping her breasts and Ginny using his thigh for self-relief. She should feel embarrassed, or at least worry and tell them to find a room, or stop it before someone misses them both and puts the puzzle together to understand why they're gone. Ginny knows that people love to talk about Harry's life, and her love life, and that everyone thinks it's absurd that she dated two boys, so being seen in a hallway like that isn't the best option for her.

But Harry squeezes her hip with his free hand and pulls her forward again, and they're so close to each other, and his hand is warm and soft, and he managed to get his hand inside her bra, and the feeling of having Harry touching her nipples is otherworldly, and the feeling of his thigh creating friction where she needs it most feels so good, and the noises he makes… Ginny can't really think.

The sun is streaming in through a nearby window, and soon that sudden cold is gone and Ginny feels warm again, and she is on a mission to kiss Harry with all the will she has inside, and he seems to be on the same mission that she..

He even makes her forget all the reasons that should keep her from doing what she's doing now, and forget that the last time she made out with a boy in a hallway her brother caught them.

Harry took her to a dimension that is theirs alone and no one can touch or interrupt them, and Ginny thinks that even if she came to her senses now and walked away from him, she wouldn't be able to think for a few more hours, numb at how good it felt the combination of everything he was doing.

For a few seconds she even thought about taking his hand off her hip and putting it between her legs, just because Ginny wants to know what it would be like to have his fingers there, and because she's dreamed about it enough times now and her imagination is no longer enough and neither are her fingers themselves. She's very close to realizing this fantasy, she even puts her hand on top of his, but they hear voices and footsteps and Ginny jumps back in alarm, feeling her heart racing and her bleary eyes barely focusing on Harry's face.

He has rosy cheeks, crooked glasses and her lipstick is smeared across his face, it's a lovely sight indeed, but by the time the voices fade away and the hallway is silent again, Ginny still keeps a little distance, looking at him and taking a deep breath, trying to get back to Earth, as much as the paradise he takes her to is much, much, more inviting.

"Wow," Harry is the first to say, seeming to notice the mess she is in, shirt unbuttoned to her navel, bra bared, skirt crooked and cheeks on fire.

"Yeah." Ginny blinks, still dizzy. Harry isn't all that different from her, and maybe she should apply some less red lipstick next time because Harry looks like a clown with his mouth all smeared like that. She doesn't usually wear lipstick, but she wanted to impress Harry, and he seemed to have liked the choice when he found her coming out of the bathroom.

'Do you think we still have some time before they realize we're gone?'She asks, straightening her shirt and skirt, trying to draw Harry's attention away, as Ginny feels a bit suffocated the more she looks into his green eyes, the more dark now and with that mischievous glow she loves knowing it's her fault.

'I'm sure so,' Harry starts to adjust himself as well, and when the two of them look presentable again - although his lips are still a little smudged - Ginny reaches for him and pulls him close, and starts doing the way back, however much she has nowhere in mind.

'I need some fresh air,' she says, feeling her skin heat up even more, not because she feels embarrassed but because the memory makes her feel cloudy again, and Ginny doesn't want any girl to realize she's like this for something that did with Harry, she doesn't want them to imagine what he is like at these times. It's something so silly and irrational, but it lives in the back of her mind.

“You will be my cause of death, I'm serious.” He mutters, his cheeks also rosy, seeming to be far away.

“Me?” Ginny uses her best voice, wanting to make him laugh and deny it – and she succeeds.

'Yes you.' Harry puts his arm around her waist keeping her close to him, and the two head towards the gardens, there aren't many students around at least, and they don't need to walk to the farthest part to be able to stay in peace together. Harry lies down on her legs, Ginny leaning against a tree, the fresh air soothes the heat off her skin and makes her think rationally.

She smiles at him. "Should I be sad about it?"

"No." Harry smiles, that carefree smile that makes her feel so good knowing he's happy.

''Great, because you're going to be my cause.'' She closes her eyes, laying her head back and listening to him laugh. Ginny thinks she has never been happier.

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