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Yoimiya: "Aah, the food here always looks so good! We've gotta come to this place more often~" Lamia: "Well, it's close enough to your fireworks shop that we can stop by when you're taking a break from work, I'd say!"
Here is my piece for today, which is the eighth day of the month! Last year had a prompt week, where the prompt for this date was "relaxation". My original idea was to have Yoimiya and Lamia relaxing in a hot spring, but I couldn't quite find the right background, so instead we're relaxing by going to Uyuu Restaurant instead; I didn't actually selfship with Yoimiya yet this time last year, so I thought it'd be nice to portray my selfship with her for some of this year's pieces! Even if MMD froze multiple times, I managed to get this to turn out nicely in the end ^-^
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fizzyxcustard · 10 months
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Those Hands.
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Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Insecurity, comparison, angst, sexual references, mutual pining, idiots in love.
Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you (from the race of Men) but constantly compares his body and features with other men, thinking you find him disgusting." Requested by multiple readers and anons. (THANK YOU!)
I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.
Thorin watched every little interaction that you had with other males, whether they be Dwarves, Men or Elves. He couldn’t help but watch you blush, avert eye contact and use self-soothing gestures, such as touching your face, curling your hair with your fingers, or rubbing your upper arms. 
Since Thorin had been crowned King of Erebor, and re-building was underway, many people visited the mountain. Bard came from Esgaroth, often meeting with Thorin in council, to discuss trade deals and assistance in building. Much to Thorin’s distain, Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, also came. Again, he joined the council to converse around the subject of trade deals in precious metals and gemstones.  
Your relationship with Thorin was entirely built on trust. The two of you had been companions out on the road during the quest to re-take Erebor. He had always valued your opinion, spoke with you in private, and kept you close to him on his council of advisors. Erebor was now your home, despite you being of the race of Men. Your family were all gone, meaning that the Dwarves had now taken that place, welcoming you into the fold and treating you as one of their own. 
One morning, council was busy. Neldra, one of the kitchen staff, was on hand with jugs of cold drinks and pots of tea. Then once all the drinks were laid out neatly on intricately laced doilies, she came back with a trolley of fresh pastries. 
The smell was divine; you took an inhale and let the scent overtake you. Apple and cinnamon were among the selection: your favourite. 
You reached out to take one of the pastries, only to feel another hand graze yours. “I apologise,” a voice came, from the direction of the hand. 
It was Bard, from two seats down to your right hand side, who had stretched across to grab one of Neldra’s famous delicacies. “It was no bother,” you replied. “You first.” 
“Ladies first. I insist.” 
Thorin’s blue eyes studied the scene going on before him. No one else had noticed the exchange between you and Bard. Upon the impact of yours and Bard’s hands, Thorin felt a jolt in his chest. It rose up into his throat, and he closed his eyes for a brief second. The red hot sensation bore into him, feeling as if it were forming a hole straight through him. Upon opening his eyes, Thorin looked at his hands, then glanced across to Bard’s. The man’s hands were broad, but his fingers long and slender. Very much unlike Thorin’s. The Dwarf King’s fingers were short and bulky, with stubby ends. Surely Bard’s hands would have the dexterity and skill to caress your skin, drawing shivers from you. A Dwarf’s hands would be too calloused and thick to evoke any kind of pleasurable sensation upon a woman from the race of Men. 
Chatter continued, along with eating and drinking. In that time, Thorin tried his hardest to push the negative thoughts from his mind, and concentrate on the conversation at hand, which involved the realms of Erebor and Esgaroth exchanging skilled workers and apprentices. 
Thranduil was also present and merely rolled his eyes as the conversation got underway between Bard and Thorin. The Elven King did not like to waste his time, and being in this council meant that there were stints of time where his input was not needed. 
“Would you like another drink?” you asked Thranduil, picking up the nearest china pot of tea. 
“I would much prefer wine, but since I’m not within my realm, I would not say no.”
Thorin’s gaze darted over to Thranduil, and then to you. He saw you brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and then look up at the Elven King sat opposite you. Your ears were small, with one golden hoop earring in each lobe. Then Thorin looked at Thranduil’s ears; pointed at the tip, finely structured. They weren’t big, round and sticking out. Thorin’s ears were ugly, and thankfully he could keep them hidden under his long hair. Secretly, he had always imagined you whispering against them, your lips brushing them. It made Thorin shiver. 
Once council had concluded, Thorin left the chamber and headed back to the royal wing. Once inside and he stood in front of his full length dress mirror, staring at the protruding ears on the side of his head. Then he studied his large hands, thinking back to Bard’s. 
The males from the races of Men and Elves made you blush in a way that Thorin never had. Their bodies were more finely crafted, which complemented yours. They had finer features with smaller noses and brows. 
Thorin shifted back and sat on his bed, his hands in his lap. He took one more glance at them, feeling disgusted at what he saw. They would never be good enough for you. None of his body would ever be good enough for you. Everything about him was oversized, not delicate and handsome like Bard and Thranduil. Both of them had lost their wives, and may have wished to re-marry, so they would make better husbands for you. 
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The following day and Thorin was sat in the council room, signing documents. His quill scratched loudly against the parchment. 
You walked in, holding a further stack of documents in your hands. “These should be the last ones,” you said, offering a smile. 
Thorin looked up at you. No blush on your face to be seen. 
“Is everything alright?” you asked. There was something in his eyes, a thoughtfulness. Maybe even a sadness. You sat down in an empty seat next to Thorin. “What’s wrong?” On impulse, you placed your hand on top of his. 
Thorin looked at your hands, watching your thumb gently caress his knuckle. How huge his hand looked against yours. But how right it felt, as if the size did not matter, and they were still able to fit together as one. 
“There is nothing wrong,” Thorin said, forcing a weak smile. “I hear that Bard is leaving this afternoon. Will you not be wishing him farewell?” 
“I barely know him,” you replied. “I’d feel it strange to do so.” 
“Would you wish to get to know him?” 
“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”
“Surely you find him handsome,” Thorin continued, pulling the new stack of documents over towards him. 
“Not really. Can’t say I do. There’s some reason to you asking this, Thorin.” 
“Why would I have any reason?” 
“There’s always a reason to anything that you ask. I know you enough by now. Talk to me. You’ve always given me more trust than I deserve, and never questioned me liked this before.” 
Thorin took a deep inhale and looked at you, dropping his quill. “Who do you find handsome? If not Bard, maybe Thranduil?” 
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Why ever would you think I’m attracted to King Thranduil?” The whole idea was so comical that you couldn’t help but keep giggling. “It takes….” You couldn’t stop the giggling. “A special….kind of woman….to…..” 
Thorin also began to chuckle, watching your face turn red in amusement and delight. His heart somehow felt lighter as he watched you, and that overwhelming love for you rose. It was a love that would allow him to do anything to make you happy. It was a love that would make him sacrifice his very life to keep you safe. It was sacrificial and unconditional. 
You could see the glow in Thorin’s eyes and the smile which curled his lips upwards. He was the one you found handsome, above all others. The intensity in his eyes made butterflies swarm in your stomach. His proud presence caused you to shiver whenever he entered a room. His voice was enough to make your imaginations travel to another place where only the two of you were, locked away in comfort, pursuing wondrous pleasure. 
You edged closer to Thorin. “You said you want to know who I find handsome?” 
Thorin’s heart was hammering now and he was sure that you would be able to hear it. 
“It’s you.” Your voice was a whisper. “It’s always been you. How could it not be you? Why would you ever think I’d be attracted to Bard and Thranduil?” 
Thorin closed his eyes in embarrassment. “My features and body are not like theirs.” 
“So why would that not make you handsome?” 
“My hands…” 
“Your hands?” you giggled. This time a blush did hit your cheeks, and it was even more vivid than it had ever been when in the company of any other man. “You have found out my secret.” 
“What secret?” Thorin asked, shifting ever so slightly closer to you. He had never wanted you any more than he did in those moments. The very thought that it was him that you found handsome was making his whole being rise, but anticipation was now racing down his spine in shivers. 
“I have had a fantasy for some time now, since meeting you, of what you could do to me with those hands,” you said, biting your lip. 
Thorin couldn’t hold back any more and moved even closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His breath was elevated and his eyes were sparkling with so much joy, but slight fear. 
His lips crashed against yours and you both groaned upon impact. Within seconds and the kiss had grown deep, your tongues both meeting. You couldn’t help but whimper as Thorin’s lips left yours and trailed down your neck. His beard tickled your skin and then as he grew more impatient, you could feel the tickle become a bristling, sharp sensation. Your hands became lost in his hair as he nuzzled at your neck, groaning and grunting. 
Thorin felt your fingertips brush over his ears, and it drew an overwhelming shiver from his very core. 
“I love you, Thorin,” you said again. “Now show me what you can do with those hands.” 
***
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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months
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I have a request for Lloyd fucking reader wuth random objects (perhaps with some impact play and use of kitten as petname)
Thanks doll!!
hello honey, I apologise for taking so long. I hope you like it.
summary - your husband decides to test something on you.
warning - smut, food play, impact play, spanking, squirting.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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“Listen, Kitten. I’ve heard about people fucking themselves with these. So, we’re going to test it out.” Lloyd states, holding up a cucumber and spanking your glistening cunt with his other hand. You nod, unable to speak as your mouth is stuffed with your knickers. His darkened eyes move down to your cunt, and he smirks. “I don’t even need to prepare you. You’re such a slut, getting wet just by the thought of me fucking you with this.” 
Your whine is muffled, and your back arches, trying to push your hips closer, needing to be filled. Your eyes plead with Lloyd, needing him. You could feel your cunt throb with need, leaking with arousal as your eyes moved down to the vegetable in his large hands. Your heart begins to pound from excitement as he moves toward you, rubbing it against your puffy clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Lloyd moves the cucumber down to your throbbing entrance and pushes in, stretching your walls. 
“Fuck! Look how well your tiny little cunt takes it. Are you thinking of my cock, Kitten? You think you’d be able to fit both in there?” Lloyd groans, moving the cucumber back and forth as he begins to fuck you with it. The sight of your cunt swallowing the whole thing causes his cock to twitch and throb, staining his pants as precum leaks out of his red tip. Lloyd picks up his pace, pounding it into you, loving how your back arches and the little squeals that escape your mouth. “Jesus, Kitten. You’re so fucking hot.” You gasp as his hand flies down and smacks your puffy clit, smirking as your eyes disappear into the back of your head. “Are you going to cum for me, Kitten? Be the naughty little slut you are.” You nod, gripping the sheets beneath you as your back arches, hips push closer to him, and your juices squirt out of you, covering Lloyd.
Your body slumps onto the mattress, and you tiredly close your eyes. You hum as Lloyd removes the cucumber from your cunt, and your knickers from your mouth. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you before cleaning you up and heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner. You wake a while later and walk out of the bedroom. “Lloyd?” You squint, blinking away the sleep. You watch your husband in the kitchen, humming at how good he looks.
Lloyd turns and smirks. “Hey, Kitten. It’s good to see you awake. Are you hungry?” You nod, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist as you plant your face into his back. “I’m making something real special. It’ll be ready soon.”
You hum again, taking in his smell and the food he is cooking. Your eyes move across the counter and land on the ends of a cucumber discarded to the side. “Lloyd… Did you?” 
His eyes move to where you are looking, knowing you would’ve noticed them, and he chuckles. “Of course, Kitten. You taste so good, and I couldn’t let it go to waste.” You feel your cheeks heat up, causing you to bury your face into his back. 
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velnna · 3 months
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I do not want to diminish your claims at all, its not my place to make a judgement. However i do want to say that i do not think you should’ve directly reblogged from this other person’s blog
To me this reads as a young artist, who is now likely going to get a lot of hate mail due to these claims, and even if theyre not young i believe as a large blog u have a responsibility to settle these things privately, not publicly in front of your followers
Again not trying to say anything about your claims as thats not my business, i respect and honestly agree with your boundaries about using your work but please be aware about your impact on this person
You're right. I always reach out to people in private if something bothers me or even just to ask them to consider. This person set me off because they were defensive and denied everything back when I asked them to consider my point, so when I saw it again I reacted on a whim. It still doesn't justify publicly doing anything on my end, and I'll reach out again to apologise
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morningberriesao3 · 5 months
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Dom!King!Steve Harrington X Sub!Eddie Munson
Get High, Go Down: a series of “next time”s
Summary: Steve doesn’t have any money on him, so he offers to pay Eddie some other way.
Word Count: 3.6K
Part: 1 of 4
A/N: this series was one of the first things I posted on ao3, so i want to apologise for any incorrect grammar/awkward delivery. i’ve come a long way since then in my writing (i’m still learning everyday), but this was still received really well 🥹 so as a throwback, she’s joining the realm of tumblr. thank you to anyone who reblogs, comments, likes, messages, or tags me in posts or challenges (even if sometimes I don’t do them ‘cause i’m too nervous lmao). I thrive off interaction so ilu all sm.
Content Warning: this series includes explicit m/m sexual content including oral sex, dom/sub undertones, light S&M, under-negotiated kink, pain play, nipple play, anal play, anal sex, rimming, multiple orgasms, cum & spit play (a lot of wet and messy things), spit kinks, pain kinks, praise kinks, semi-public sex, light feminization, switching, unsafe sex, and impact play. Excessive swearing. Recreational drug use and drinking. All characters are—and always will be—18 or older, whether stated or not. This post is intended for adults ONLY. I am not responsible for the media you consume.
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DONE DEAL
Fir Street, Forest Hills trailer park. Trailer number 3401.
Steve sat in his burgundy BMW staring at the flickering lights that danced from inside the trailer’s windows. The familiar rusty van, famously belonging to Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, was parked beside him. Alarmingly unassuming.
He was definitely in the right place.
He nervously maneuvered his body from his vehicle. As far as Steve knew, Eddie didn’t love doing house calls. He mostly conducted business in one of the abandoned bathrooms at Hawkins High, or behind the school in a small clearing of the forest that surrounded it.
But Steve was desperate.
He climbed the metal stairs of the trailer, sure that his weight clanking on the steps already signaled his arrival. He still lifted his fist to the door and knocked three times.
From inside, Steve could hear some shuffling and perhaps what was a grunt from Eddie Munson’s lungs. He tried not to think about how hot his face felt from hearing the simple sound.
Then the door to the trailer swung wide, and there stood Eddie: tall, shirtless, tattooed, and… fuck, pierced? Yes, Pierced. Those were definitely nipple piercings on his pale, bare chest.
Steve felt hotter than before.
“Steve Harrington?” Eddie sung, letting his eyes slowly cascade from the top of Steve’s mass of hair all the way down to his white and red Nikes. Eddie lifted the last of a cigarette to his lips, taking a final long drag, before flicking it past Steve’s shoulder into the gravel outside. His gaze landed on the eyes of the boy in front of him. “To what do I owe this magnificent honour?”
“I…” Steve felt suddenly lost for words. Sure, he was The King of Hawkins High. But nobody, royalty or not, could ever seem bigger than Eddie Munson. He was larger than life. Majorly intimidating. After what seemed like way too long standing on Eddie’s steps (the metalhead watching with a bemused grin the entire time), Steve finally breathed out, “need weed. I came for weed.”
“Mhm…” Eddie crossed his arms and lazily rested his slender form on the doorframe. “And you thought you would bother me on a Thursday night, at –” he looked at the watch on his wrist “– 10:30pm to get said weed, instead of waiting like a good boy until tomorrow?”
Steve’s face felt so hot from Eddie’s words that he thought he might melt into a molten pile of lava right then and there. He was tongue tied, a little embarrassed, and amazingly flustered. All he could do was nod in answer to Eddie’s question.
Eddie let out a sigh – one that would surely win him an Oscar for Most Dramatic (if that was such a thing) – and stepped aside. He flourished his arm in a somewhat inviting gesture for Steve to step into the trailer, but barely left enough room for Steve to push past him. Their chests lightly brushed against each other in the narrow doorway, Eddie refusing to give Steve anything other than the minimum amount of space to move.
Steve felt tight everywhere. His chest, his jaw, his fists. And especially in his jeans. It was unnerving.
“Alright, Harrington,” Eddie started, slamming the front door to the trailer, and pushing his way past Steve into what he could only assume was Eddie’s bedroom. The curly-headed man arrived back at the entranceway not a moment later with a black tin lunchbox firmly in his grasp. He basically threw it onto the countertop of the small kitchenette, which subsequently created a loud clatter that made a skittish Steve jump from his skin. “Half an ounce is thirty. I have half a mind to charge you an after-hours fee, but I’m feeling generous and will spare you. This once.”
Eddie cocked his head to the side and hung a plastic bag full of pot from his fingers.
“Uhh…” Steve shuffled from one of his feet to the other, looking between the bag of weed and Eddie Munson’s overly large eyes. Eyes that furrowed at Steve’s reluctance.
“What is it? Want some pre-rolls instead?” Eddie tossed the bud back into the container and lifted a separate baggy with a dozen or so joints perfectly wrapped within it. “Each one is five bucks. Or, for you, five for twenty-five.”
“Five for twenty-five?” Steve scoffed. “That’s not a deal.”
“Exaaaactly.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “So? How many do you want?”
“I… um. I don’t have any money on me.” Steve’s ears were ringing at the admittance. His head felt flooded and hot and muddled.
“Jesus Christ, Harrington!” Eddie tossed the weed back into his lunchbox and slammed the lid closed tight, making a point to shove it far away from Steve like he was no longer even allowed to look at Eddie’s stash. “Why did you come here if you knew you couldn’t afford it, hmm?”
This was it. This was why Steve had been so fucking nervous to come here. He took a breath meant to calm himself, but it didn’t come close to doing its job. “I thought we could… do a trade instead?”
“Pfft!” Eddie huffed, frustrated. “I’m sorry, your royal highness, but I don’t accept trades, or favours, or IOUs, or promises, or anything relating. I accept cash. That’s it. End of story.”
“Are you sure?” Steve stepped forward into Eddie’s personal space and was pleased to see the other man’s round eyes grow impossibly larger. “I feel like I could offer you something that you want, that isn’t cash.”
Eddie’s breath hitched, “and what, exactly, do you think that might be?”
“Come on,” Steve purred seductively, suddenly confident, reaching out to twirl one of Eddie’s curls between his fingertips. “I see how you look at me in the cafeteria. I saw how your eyes lingered in the locker room last week. And how you stare in my direction in algebra.”
“What?! I –” Eddie bit his lip as Steve leaned even closer, the two boy’s faces mere inches apart. His skin flushed a lovely shade of scarlet red from his cheeks down to his chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.”
“No?” Steve asked, closing the remaining distance between their bodies so they were flush against each other. He pressed his palm against the firm bulge in the front of Eddie’s jeans and gave it a tight squeeze. The noise Eddie made, somewhere between a moan and a gasp, went straight to his own dick. “Your mouth is telling me one thing, Munson, but your cock has an entirely different story.”
“Look, Steve…” Eddie panted, holding his hand out in front of him in defeat. “I’m sorry. Please don’t… Please don’t say anything to anyone. I just want to fucking survive the school year, man. That’s all.”
Steve tilted his head as he gave Eddie’s cock another firm press with his open palm.
“Ah!” Eddie’s head fell back and he bucked his hips reflexively into Steve’s hand, searching for any type of friction that might be awaiting him. “You can… You don’t have to do this. Just – just bring the money tomorrow. To school. O-or whenever you have it. I’m not picky!”
“Mmm… I don’t think I’ll have any spare cash any time soon,” Steve trailed his free hand down Eddie’s heaving chest until his fingers toyed with the handcuff buckle on his belt. “Plus, I’d rather not have any unpaid debts. You know?”
Eddie nodded, eyes glazed, chest glistening in a layer of sweat from the muggy late-spring air. “Yeah? I mean – yeah. I… get that.”
“I knew you would understand,” Steve whispered lowly into Eddie’s ear, before he flicked his tongue outwards over the lobe. Eddie’s knuckles went white as they clung to the edge of the countertop behind him. Steve pulled the bottom of Eddie’s ear into his mouth and sucked the metal stud that decorated it between his teeth.
Eddie moaned and finally moved one of his hands from his side to fist into the hem of Steve’s shirt.
“Oh... Oh, shit, Harrington” he rocked forward into Steve’s palm once again with more fervor than before. Steve’s hand started to unbuckle the leather around Eddie’s waist, but the latter pulled back from the attack of Steve’s lips on his ear. “I’m serious. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Steve. You really don’t”
Steve paused for only a moment to say, “Shut up, Munson,” before lunging forward to envelope Eddie’s plush lips with his own. A startled gasp came from the older boy, but he immediately overcame the shock and wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle, coaxing him to rock his hips into his now splayed legs.
“Fuck… Steve,” Eddie muttered as Steve thrust himself against Eddie. The two layers of denim did nothing to hide how hard either of them were.
Steve’s fingers travelled up Eddie’s torso and found his little pink nipples. He assaulted one with a rather aggressive flick, which cause Eddie to yell, open-mouthed, into the ceiling.
“Sensitive, are we?” Steve asked, rolling Eddie’s silver jewellery between his fingers before pinching the bud of his skin tightly.
Eddie keened, and Steve could feel his chest tremble beneath his fingers.
“Hurts!” Eddie’s voice cracked, his eyes squeezed tightly, causing a tear to escape from the corner of one.
“Do you want me to stop?” Steve asked, concerned he could be taking things too far.
“No! No!” Eddie’s eyes shot open, his own fingers moving over Steve’s, motioning for him to pinch down again. Steve obliged. “Ahh! Feels so good!”
“Mmm, of course you like it rough,” Steve whispered, lowering his head from beside Eddie’s so he could replace the fingers against the metalheads chest with his teeth instead. He bit down onto one of Eddie’s nipples, rolling the silver barbell with his tongue, and then eased off with his teeth to instead suckle at the sensitive skin.
Eddie sounded like he was sobbing above Steve, but his hands were tangled in the younger’s hair, pressing him against his skin. He was panting a string of words over and over, like a broken record: “Fuck yes, Steve, ahh, ow! Fuck, yes, Steve!”
“I think you could come just like this, couldn’t you?” Steve teased as he pulled back, taking in Eddie’s already fucked-out and completely dishevelled appearance. He was so fucking beautiful.
Eddie’s jaw hung open as he nodded in agreeance, his cheeks darkening in embarrassment.
“Well, maybe next time. I have a little more planned for you tonight,” Steve explained, finally undoing Eddie’s belt. He opened the button of his fly and pulled down his zipper. “Since you’ve been so understanding with me.”
Eddie’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull as Steve wrapped his fingers around his freed cock over his boxers. His skin was hot, even under the layer of cotton that separated them. He could feel a damp patch gathering steadily where the tip of Eddie’s length poked under the tent of fabric. He pressed his thumb there, rubbing the slicked cotton and subsequently Eddie’s leaking tip in teasing circles.
“Steve… St –” Eddie groaned unabashedly into the empty air, apparently unaware, or maybe uncaring, that his neighbours could most likely hear him. He was a noisy little thing, Steve noticed, much to his own pleasure.
His own dick was pulsing painfully under the stiff fabric of his Levi’s, the only relief he was getting was from the occasional thrust forward that he allowed himself into Eddie’s hipbone. It wasn’t doing much, but he was so turned on that it was probably more than enough.
Steve dropped down onto his knees with an alarmingly heavy thud – Eddie’s eyes popping out of his skull to look down on the younger boy in front of him. “If you liked my lips on your nipples, wait until you feel them wrapped around your dick,” Steve said smugly, lacing his fingers under the waistband of both Eddie’s boxers and his jeans, and tugging down.
Eddie’s cock sprang free in front of his face, bouncing once to hit against Steve’s nose, before it stood at full attention in front of his face. The trail of hair that led from Eddie’s navel attached to a thick patch of dark-brown curls that framed the top of his cock – thick and veiny with a slight upwards curve. It looked fucking delicious, like a cherry popsicle. Red and glistening and dripping like it was melting on a hot summer’s day.
Steve didn’t waste any time getting a taste.
All at once, he swallowed down Eddie’s cock until he could feel it pressing firmly against the back of his throat. He gagged and sputtered, not yet adjusted to the intrusion, but it didn’t stop him from pulling back and shoving forward again until his nose was buried in the patch of hair near Eddie’s skin. He shook his head back-and-forth, Eddie still firmly seated in his throat, nuzzling his nose in the soft curls. He wished he could breathe him in, but his airways were currently very restricted.
Eddie’s fingers tugged at his hair as he bobbed his head on Eddie’s length, saliva spilling from his gaping mouth, coating his chin and Eddie in a thick layer of wet that pooled and dripped onto the linoleum.
“Shit, shit, shit, aahhh!” Eddie huffed over Steve as his muscles of his thighs twitched under his fingers. “Your mouth – shit – Steve, it feels so good. So good.”
Steve hummed, squeezing where he rested his hands, and then shoved Eddie’s pants down further until they were pooled by his feet – his lower half completely naked. He tore himself away from Eddie and the older boy gyrated forward at the loss of his hot throat. Steve licked a firm, long line under Eddie’s shaft, trailing against one of the puffy, swollen veins that led all the way to his flushed tip. With the flat of his tongue, he lapped at the translucent white that drooled from its slit.
“You taste amazing, baby,” Steve said breathlessly, swallowing down the salty, musky taste of Eddie mixed with his own spit that gathered under his tongue.
“Steve, what are you –” Eddie gasped as Steve shoved his thighs farther apart, spreading him completely open in front of his face. He made eye contact with Eddie as he sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth, slicking them with the slippery mess within it. When he scissored his fingers apart, thin strings of drool connected them together in an obscene display.
As if asking a wordless question, Steve rubbed high on Eddie’s inner thighs – not quite reaching his ass, but the implications were loud and clear.
Eddie nodded, and that’s all Steve needed before he lifted his spit-lubed fingers up to Eddie’s entrance. The ring of muscle contracted under his tentative touch, Eddie mewling pathetically above him. Sobs racked his shoulders forward. Near tears.
No, not near tear. There were definitely already tears.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Just relax for me,” Steve cooed as he massaged his middle finger around Eddie’s asshole. Eddie’s cock – still near his face – twitched in neglect, or maybe in anticipation, as a string of precum beaded and fell from its tip. The droplet landed on Steve’s shirt, and he immediately used his free hand to bring the fabric to his mouth so he could lick it off. “Such a messy boy, Eddie. Getting me all wet, covered in my spit and your cum. Who’s gonna clean this mess, hmm?”
A choked laugh erupted from Eddie’s throat, “I think you’re doing a pretty good job of that yourself, Harrington.”
“Oh?” Steve abruptly stood to his feet and grabbed Eddie’s jaw. The latter squeaked a noise of shock as his mouth was roughly pried open by Steve – jaw wide and lips spread. “Gonna be a brat, are we? Why don’t you take some of your mess back then?”
With that, Steve spat directly into Eddie’s slacked jaw. A whimper escaped from his pillowy, pink lips as Steve allowed him to close his mouth and swallow the saliva – tainted with the flavour of his own cock – down.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he stared with dazed eyes into Steve’s face. Steve couldn’t help but smile at how cock drunk Eddie looked as he licked at his lips. He hadn’t even swallowed down Steve and he was already a slobbering mess. Steve couldn’t help but wonder what the older boy might look like if he fucked into his mouth instead.
Next time.
He dropped back to his knees and pushed his finger against Eddie’s entrance until it sunk into the tight ring of muscle to the first knuckle. Eddie groaned and grunted, and his legs trembled as they struggled to keep him upright as Steve started sinking deeper and deeper into Eddie’s yielding body. Eventually his entire finger was seated inside Eddie’s asshole – he could feel the flutter of Eddie’s walls around him as his body sucked him in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Eddie,” he moaned, kitten-licking at the tip of Eddie’s straining cock that bobbed and twitched so close to his face. Eddie cried something entirely incoherent as his head fell backwards, smacking against the door of one of the kitchen cabinets. “I want to feel you wrapped around my cock one of these days. Don’t know how I’d ever fit in here though. You’re squeezing the shit out of my finger.”
As if to make his point clear as daylight, he pulled his finger nearly all the way out of Eddie’s body and plunged back in, this time with his ring finger alongside the middle. Eddie wailed, open-mouthed, grabbing at Steve’s hair and tugging. Steve grunted from the pain and his cock throbbed under his jeans. He was ridiculously hard, and it would admittedly not take much to make him come, so he slotted one of Eddie’s legs between his thighs as he knelt on the ground.
He continued to fuck into Eddie with his fingers as he thrust his hips forward into Eddie’s calf, matching the moans of the boy above him. When Steve curled his fingers inside Eddie’s body, he found the bundle of nerves that nearly made Eddie’s legs give out.
“Holy – fuck!” Eddie gasped like a fish out of water above Steve as he stroked his prostate over and over. “Oh! Steve! Whatthefuck?! What – Steve. Ah, ah, ah!”
“Mmm, that’s the good spot, isn’t it, Eddie,” Steve said, smugly. He twisted his finger just right to rub against that sweet spot with an intentional pressure that made Eddie weep above him. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Eddie blubbered atop Steve. His cock twitched aggressively until it was nearly straight up, and then it bobbed back down again against Steve’s cheek. “Oh God, I’m – Oh. Oh. Oh God, I’m so –”
Steve rutted his forgotten dick against Eddie’s calf, so close to his own release from hearing Eddie’s sobbing desperation. Desperation that Steve was bringing to him.
“You’re gonna come, Eddie?” Steve grunted as he pushed himself against Eddie’s leg over and over, continuing to massage those sinful noises out of the boy above him.
“Yes! Yes… gonna come –”
“Then come for me,” he ordered, taking Eddie’s dribbling dick all the way back into his mouth, and swallowing. As his throat contracted around his cock, Eddie thrusted forward. Hot liquid spilled down Steve’s throat in rivers, nearly choking him, but he managed to swallow down Eddie’s cum without a single drop missed.
“Fuck! Steve! Holy sh – Holy shit! So good, so fucking good!” Eddie’s asshole tensed around Steve’s fingers, impossibly tighter than before, as he fucked in and out of him throughout his orgasm.
With one more aggressive rut of his hips, Steve came inside his boxers, slicking them in a sticky heat that helped him slide under the fabric, rocking against Eddie during his aftershocks.
When he pulled his fingers out of Eddie, the man finally collapsed in front of him. He fell to his knees, and then onto his stomach, barely bracing for impact with his arms. He laid face-down, naked, gulping for air, on his kitchen floor. Used. Spent.
Steve was quite proud.
“You alive down there, Munson?” he quipped as he stood to his feet, trying to readjust in his pants as best as he could to get comfortable. It was no use – the cum was spread throughout his boxers and would be irritating until he had the chance to change them.
Eddie grunted a response against the floor but made no move to get up.
“Take what you want, man,” he flailed his arm in the general direction of his drug pail. “Take it all if you want. I don’t care.”
Steve snorted, giving Eddie’s side a nudge with his foot. Eddie managed to lull his head far enough to the side to look up at Steve, who stood with his arms crossed around his chest and a pleased smirk glued to his face.
“I’m gonna head out. It was a pleasure, Eddie. Truly.” He stepped towards the door.
“Wait – dude – your weed. Honestly. Take what you came here for.” Eddie scrambled to his feet, pulling his boxers up over his abused lower half so quickly he nearly tripped.
So fucking endearing.
“I already got what I came here for, Munson.” Steve said, opening the door to the trailer.
“W-what?” Eddie stammered, looking between the jock and his – still full – drug stash.
“See you at school tomorrow!” Steve called as he flung himself back into his BMW. He might have asked to stay longer if he didn’t desperately need a shower and a change of pants.
But as he thought before, there was always next time.
He smiled to himself as he pulled from Eddie’s trailer, watching the shell-shocked man – eyes ballooning and mouth agape – disappear in his rear-view mirror.
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nostxlgia18 · 2 years
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Mine
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Pairing: Chris Evans × Wife! Reader
Summary: Jealousy doesn't suit people well, but Chris has a different thought bout this.
Warning: 18+ Smut, angst and fluff
You storm into the house and slam the door. Dodger, who was laying on the sofa in the living room, is taken aback by the impact of this gesture. You instantly stoop to apologise and pet him before hurrying to the bedroom. When you open the door, you see him sitting beside the bed in his sweater and jeans, indicating that he just returned from the interview. Dropping your purse and coat by the door, you announce your arrival. 
"Hey, you're home.  The interview was……," he says, looking up at you. You straddle him and kiss him passionately before he continues. The intense kiss breaks as the two of you need to breathe. "Are you okay, baby?" "What's wrong?" he asks, catching his breath.
"Stop talking!" You cut him off and push him down till he hits the mattress with you on top of him, and you kiss his lips rough again. You move your lips down to his neck and begin marking a hickey, making him groan. You kiss him below his Adam's apple, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist.
You run your hands down his clothed body, then down his pants zipper. As you unzip him, he releases go of your waist, you take down his pants, and you see his cock. It's big and hard, with pre-cum seeping from it. You make him moan by rapidly pumping your hands. "Oh my god, yess Y/n!" he exclaims. "Do you like that baby?" you ask as you begin kissing his jaw and neck once more. " Oh yes, Y/n! He says. "I believe you'll enjoy it inside me." You sit up straight to ride up your dress, shove your panties aside, and slide down on him while saying this. Even after five years together, you can never grow used to size.
As you begin riding him, you let out a really whining moan. The sound of both of you moaning fills the room. He thrusts his hips upwards, mirroring your tempo and attempting to blend in even more. Your head drops back as you sense your orgasm nearing. "Oh yess bubba, I'm going to cum," you groan. "Mmm Y/n, I'm cumming too!" he murmurs, captivated by your sight. "You look so beautiful, darling!" he exclaims as he massages your breasts through your dress.
Increasing your pace, you tightly fist his sweater and cum on his cock. Trying to settle down from this escatsy, he rids you through your orgasm and cums deep into you.
"Fuck," you gasp as you pull him out of you and lie next to him. You both sit in silence, trying to catch your breath. "Ahh, that was fantastic," he says as you turn to face him. "Not that I'm complaining, but may I ask as to what happened to you all of a sudden?"
"A few girls at the restaurant were fangirling over your interview and talking….umm pretty nasty about the things they'd do to you," you admit, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He then raises your face to face him and lightly pecks your lips. "And you're jealous?" he asks, sliding his hand around your waist.
"If you getting jealous leads to this, then I hope everyone out there fantasizes me" Chris says trying hard not to laugh at your pouty face.
You hit his chest and try to get up when he pulls you back to him, "they can fantasise and dream all they want, but you are the one who can actually do those things to me, isn't that true?" he says, bopping your nose.
"Amm hmmm," you nod, caressing his lower lip with your thumb, and add passionately, "Your mine." 
"Yess, ma'am, I love you Y/n," he responds with a smile. "I love you more," you respond, capturing his lips once more.
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Morganatic Idol Prologue: Sneak Peek
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(MC) Kawanaga: Did you pick up that memo, Mr Sakura?
Sakura: Yeah. I noticed it the moment I saw you at Aegis.
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Jace: Ah— I remember you now. You’re that girl in front of the digital signage back then. I thought I’d seen you somewhere before.
Finn: What’s up with the memo?
Sakura: The memo says that exe Creed is “robotic”, “impersonal”, and “needs the key to change”.
Ivy: That’s the same thing that was said during the presentation…
Hugh: … That’s demeaning.
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Nagi: Not a single compliment, huh.
Miu: Ahaha! That sounds so cruel~
Hitaki: Robotic, hm. It’s interesting that exe would receive such an evaluation.
Kawanaga: I- I’m sorry…
Sakura: It’s fine, I don’t want you to apologise. Because… I agree with what’s written in the memo.
Kawanaga: What?
Sakura: I think that the impression of exe Creed you talked about in your presentation was very on point.
Sakura: They are indeed perfect, and human beings can’t be perfect. Somewhere in between, human emotions may cause a few imperfections.
Sakura: Those imperfections will surprise the audience and make an impact.
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Sakura: exe Creed lacks “humanity”, the most crucial element in creating that sort of energy.
Sakura: As their producer, I’ve been thinking of doing something about that.
Sakura: For the sake of making exe Creed the top idols. The key to achieving that goal is… you.
Kawanaga: Why me?
Sakura: Because you’re able to see their true nature.
Sakura: Mr Mori who presented first only looked at exe Creed on surface level.
Sakura: Everyone's the same. They’re all captivated and enchanted by the sparkling gems. … You’re different.
Sakura: While other girls were fangirling over the images shown on the digital signboards along the streets, you were the only one scrutinising them.
Sakura: There has never been a girl like you. You could be the “perfume” that can turn these gems into people.
Sakura: I’m thinking that… you interacting with exe Creed might bring about a change in them.
Sakura: That’s why I want you to spend time with them, and at the same time convince them that your plan is feasible.
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Sakura: Look, it’s a win-win!
Kawanaga: T-That’s too extreme!
Ivy: Aren’t you going too far, Eito? You’re putting her in a tight spot.
Jace: I’m not open to change.
Finn: You must be kidding. Having to hear someone’s presentation round the clock is going to be so annoying.
Hugh: I don’t like having complicated conversations…
Xeno: I’m busy enough as is, I don’t need someone sticking around all the time.
(I agree that it’s unreasonable, but being left utterly helpless like this is kind of…)
Sakura: So you guys will be okay with her staying if she’s useful, and not only for the sake of pitching her plan?
Sakura: Then let’s do it this way. We’ll have her work at the office as a temporary assistant.
Sakura: On top of that, she can also help out with housekeeping duties in the apartment. We happen to be short on staff for that anyway.
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Xeno: What are you suggesting!?
Finn: You’re going to let her work in our home?
Jace: Seriously?
Paying no mind to the members’ protests, Sakura continued.
Sakura: This apartment is owned by our agency. exe Creed and Gem Cuddle live here together.
They usually would hire a few housekeepers to handle the household chores, but they were short-staffed at the moment.
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Ivy: We just came back to Japan recently after a world tour, and we kept housekeeping to a minimum during the time we were abroad.
Hitaki: Gem Cuddle was also overseas for recording.
Kawanaga: I- I see.
(In simple words, the scale is a whole different level…)
Sakura: We’re working on hiring more staff, but it’s not easy to hire people fast. Especially when this apartment has stricter regulations compared to other apartment complexes.
Sakura: It’ll take us at least a month to hire people for permanent roles. So in the meantime, I hope you’ll lend us a hand.
Sakura: The deadline for you to submit your proposal is in a month, right? The timing is just right, then.
Jade: Easy for you to say. Won't the workload be too much for her, considering that she has to juggle both housekeeping duties and office work?
Xeno: In the first place, this amateur won’t be able to handle it.
Kawanaga: I think so too. Besides, I have to go to work at my company on weekdays…
Sakura: Oh, right. Then you can take it easy on weekdays, and work harder on weekends to make up for it.
Kawanaga: I- Is it really going to be alright for me to take the job that lightly?
Sakura: It’ll be alright. We have other housekeepers around.
Sakura: Moreover, everyone usually only comes back here to sleep, so there aren’t many household chores to do anyway.
Finn: Hey, hey, be appropriate…
Sakura: I want you to mainly focus on the work at the office, so think of this as making a foothold.
The sudden turn of events left me puzzled. To be honest, I felt uneasy.
While I had no issues with doing household chores on an ordinary level, I had no experience with being a housekeeper.
There was also the request for me to help out at the office. I had no idea what my job scope was supposed to be…
(But this is a rare opportunity that would most likely never come again…)
Due to my failed presentation, my reputation in my company took a huge blow.
I knew that if I didn't redeem myself, my dreams would be shattered.
(The only way for me to turn my situation around is to be brave and take the leap…!)
Kawanaga: I understand… please hire me!
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howyouloveyourdragon · 8 months
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okay so im drafting this at like 8am on a sunday and while i usually don't feel comfortable posting milestones, this felt like an important one and i am so incredibly grateful for you all
i saw this morning that i hit 1k followers which is absolutely insane to me
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i want to thank everybody who has ever followed me, supported me or inspired me especially as of recently and i apologise to anybody that i may have missed from tagging below (i originally tagged everyone in this post but it wouldn't let me because of stupid tumblr block sizes so please check the reblog down below) and there is absolutely no pressure from my end for you to interact at all! i just wanted to say thank you and that i really appreciate every single one of you and whether or not you were aware of it, you had an impact on me both as a person and a writer. im simultaneously in awe and trying to process why so many people on here have even tolerated me on this godforsaken hellsite
i greatly encourage any and everybody seeing this to check out any/everybody i have tagged below in my reblog and their writings/blogs, i can guarantee you that you will not be disappointed
i feel like i have been able to grow so much as a writer since publishing my first fic on this app, lavender haze, because of everybody's support and i just cannot even comprehend how so many people could actually enjoy what i write or listen to all my ramblings
when i was 13 and writing fanfic for the first time back in 2018, i never would have imagined being welcomed into a community so wide and meeting so many incredible people through this fandom let alone people actually enjoying what i write and following me at all
this horny fandom feels like a second home sometimes and i want to sincerely thank every single one of you from the bottom of my heart for being here for me even when i overshare and talk too much ☠️
sometimes i feel like i've only just typed howyouloveyourdragon into create account for the very first time and sometimes it feels like it's been a year already but hey only a few more months to go and the anniversary of howyouloveyourdragon will be among us
to celebrate you all joining me on here, i think that i will be finally buckling down and finishing as many of my drafts as i can and publishing them asap for you all to enjoy
i will be uploading a poll shortly to let you decide how i should prioritise them
unfortunately i doubt that i will able to celebrate in this way on the same day as this milestone as i will be in another country as of friday 28th but i will be trying my hardest to deliver these fics as soon as possible and as of this week i am reopening some malnourished drafts as i type this
to all of my followers, mutuals and friends thank you so very much
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bbyquokka · 1 year
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sex is better when it's messy ˖⁺。˚⋆˙♡︎
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🐷🐰: pairing: Changbin x F!Reader
🐷🐰: genre: smut, 18- DNI
🐷🐰: synopsis: Changbin got into a fight. after cleaning his wound, he offered to smoke a little. but is smoking all you got up to?
🐷🐰: warnings: Alt!Changbin, Dom!Changbin, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, messy sex, violence [no descriptions, just mentioned], blood [no descriptions, just mentioned], weed smoking, pet names [doll , baby girl , pretty thing], dirty talk, explicate language, oral fixation [ f ], grinding, fingering, clit play, pussy eating, sloppy blowjob, degrading names [whore , slut] multiple squirting orgasms, creampie, cum on body, cum eating, overstimulation, choking, throat-fucking, biting, spit kink, pain kink [ ? ] , bulge kink, size kink, nipple play, photos and videos taken during sex, spanking – there's a lot of warnings, i apologise ;-; lmk if i missed any!
🐷🐰: words: 7.5k
🐷🐰: a/n: i have no words. this may be the smuttiest fic ive written so far 😳 my inspiration. i saw this beautiful art and got inspired to write this. idk, something about alt changbin tickles my fancy.
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It was supposed to be a calm and collected night for you. It was 9 at night and you were ready to bunker down for the night – you just wanted to watch the last 10 minutes of your favourite show.
Your feet propped up beside you on the couch, your comfy nightwear on your body as you sipped your warm beverage that helped you to sleep. Something about feeling warm inside made it easier for you to drift off – it was one of those feelings that you had to experience to know.
You put your cup down on the side table, stretching your stale muscles from being in the same position when a pounding on your door shocked you. You turned your TV off, heart pounding at the sudden noise.
You slowly stood up from the couch, walking to the door slowly whilst grabbing a baseball bat. Who the hell could be banging against your door at 9pm?!
You peeked through the peephole, sighing in relief as your heart rate resumed its normal pace. You unlocked your door, opening it. Changbin looked up at you, smiling sheepishly.
"Hi, baby." you scanned his features, eyes coming into contact with his cut lip and blood on his temple and lips.
"What the fuck happened to you?" 
"Uh, can I come in? it's cold out here, baby girl." You rolled your eyes, stepping to the side to let him in. You closed the door as changbin noticed the bat you was holding
"I hope that's not for me." He said, jokingly
"It's to protect myself. You were banging on my door late at night, god knows who knows who it could've been!" 
Changbin held his hands up in defeat. You placed the bat down as you walked to the kitchen, turning on the light.
"Sit." you instructed, pointing to the high stool at the breakfast bar. Changbin sat as you grabbed the first aid kit. You soaked a cotton ball in antiseptic liquid, moving his hair from his forehead as you stood between his legs.
"This will sting, baby." You spoke softly. Changbin nodded, preparing himself for impact. You pressed the cotton ball against his cuts, changbin hissing at the sting
"Sorry, my love." 
"It's okay." Changbin spoke, holding your waist gently as you focused on cleaning him up. No words were spoken during the time – Changbin knew you would ask once you were done and, of course, he would tell you everything. You threw away the used cotton balls, grabbing a plaster from the kit.
"So." You began, leaning against the breakfast bar "What happened this time?"
"Oh, y'know. just joining in on some 'friendly' banter" You sighed deeply
"And why did you have banter, binnie?"
"Because this dude was being a creep towards another woman! He was so pushy and desperate, it made me sick." You ran your fingers through your hair
"Binnie, you can't keep doing this."
"Hey! it wasn't my idea to begin with. Lix started it." you cocked your eyebrow in disbelief, short puffs of air leaving your nose
"Lix? As in sunshine Felix? Nah Binnie. Lix isn't like that, he's too pure and innocent to start something off like this."
"Then you don't know him as well as I do. He started it. He said it made him feel uncomfortable so he punched first. We tried to get lix off him but then seungmin and i.n joined in and yeah, it turned into a brawl." Changbin laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Binnie, you can't keep doing this!" You repeated. You stood in between his legs again, his face in your hands.
"As a woman, I admire you all for what you have done, for keeping that woman safe. I understand, more than anyone, that the streets are not as safe as they used to be, that police don't take certain topics seriously. But this has to stop! You're not some modern day batman because, unlike the movies, the police won't be on your side."
Changbin swallowed, looking avoiding eye contact with you  as he held your hips softly. "I know, baby girl. I know."
"But do you? Binnie, it doesn't matter whether the guy was in the wrong or not. One look at you and your friends and that's it for you all. they will judge you and assume the worst of you all because you have body modifications, you're different and you don't fit in with society norms – that scares people." 
"You don't have to worry about me, baby girl. I can take care of myself."
"I know you can, I have no doubt about that. But I don't want a knock at my door to be told that you're either in jail and are awaiting bail or you got involved with the wrong person and you're in hospital or–" 
You stopped yourself from talking, not wanting your biggest fear to be spoken off. Changbin understood you, stroking your waist gently and soothingly as you hung your head low, hair hiding your face.
"Hey, baby girl. Look at me." Changbin spoke softly. You looked up as he tucked away your hair behind your ears. "That won't happen, okay? so don't think like that. I would never leave you, not when I've found the right person for me who can keep up with my crazy antics." You laughed softly at his words
"Plus, we have such good chemistry between us and I'm madly in love with you, gorgeous. So don't you worry, I will never leave you. Okay?" You nodded slowly, feeling somewhat reassured.
You placed the band aid on one of his cuts, laughing when you saw what you picked up – pink hello kitty
"Pink looks good on you, Binnie. You should wear it more often." Changbin laughed.
"Maybe I will." He kissed your lips softly before pulling away. "Soooo, wanna get high?"
"Do you even have to ask, binnie?" you chuckled.
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Sitting on the bedroom floor you both shared, bits of paper, weed and tobacco scattered as you rolled up a joint for you and Changbin to share. You licked the glue of the paper, pressing it together before placing it in between your lips, resting it against your bottom lip
You reached for the lighter, lighting it up and taking a deep drag before blowing out the smoke in a cloud above you. You passed it to Changbin, who was leaning against your bed. You listened to changbin's antics of the event that he got caught up in, laughing and making jokes about it all.
You shared the joint between you both, slowly feeling yourself getting high. The bedroom was hot – which isn't surprising considering what you were doing. It didn't matter to you both because you both loved to relax in nothing but boxers and panties – it only felt natural to you both.
Changbin is your lover, he has seen it all before but he also respects you as a person. Despite the fact he adores your breasts and would love to bury his face between them, he doesn't touch them unless you say so – Like now. Seeing your lover in just boxer shorts, muscles and tattoos on display, made your mouth water and core throb.
You crawled over to changbin on all fours, straddling his waist as you took the joint  from his mouth
"Hey!" He protested. You laughed innocently taking a long drag. Changbin wrapped his arm around your waist, taking the joint off you and resting it in the ashtray. 
"Binnie." You mewled, pressing your bare chest against his own. 
"Mhm?"
"Talk to me, binnie." You whispered in his ear seductively. You slowly grinded down against his clothed member, a low growl running straight to your core.
"Are you horny, pretty thing? Want Binnie to take care of you?" He held your hips, guiding them in your movements. You felt his flaccid cock slowly becoming hard against your clothed core, your wetness spreading against your black, lacy panties.
"Mhm. tell me how you would care for me, Binnie." 
"I'd finger your greedy cunt, feeling it pulsate and clench around my digits. I'd eat you out like a starved man, watch you squirm under me and struggle to keep your legs open as I watch you squirt out your juices all over me. Then, id fuck you nice and hard just the way my spoilt brat likes it."
You whimpered at his words. You planted soft kisses along his shoulder blade and neck, hips grinding against him. Changbin was also moving his hips against you, matching your movements. 
"Where would you cum, binnie?"
"Where would you like me to cum?"
"Inside and all over me. I like messy binnie. I like having your cum over my body and inside. It makes me feel warm." Changbin let out a low growl, your hips moving in a figure of 8.
Changbin grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling your head back roughly. You groaned as changbin cupped your chin in his hand, his thumb grazing across your bottom lip
"I know you like messy, doll. I also know you like to have your cute little mouth stuffed full of my fingers or cock – isn't that right?" You nodded fast. Changbin's thumb inserted itself into your mouth, soft moans leaving your lips as you closed your eyes.
Your hips coming to a halt as Changbin pressed his thumb flat against your tongue. You closed your eyes as you closed your lips around his thumb, tongue swirling around it slowly. Your body shook with pleasure, soft whimpers and moans erupting at the back of your throat 
Your mouth felt good, so good, it sent waves of pleasure through your body and to your core. You gripped onto changbin's wrists, feeling your panties becoming soaked with your essence. It was embarrassing how wet you quickly became when it came to your mouth, but you couldn't help it.
Changbin removed his thumb, replacing it with two of his painted fingers instructing you to suck them. You gladly did, sucking and swirling your tongue around them, coating them in your saliva.
"Such a filthy girl. I love how sensitive your mouth is. How turned on it gets you. It's so lewd!" You hummed against his fingers. Changbin's free hand came down to cup your clothed pussy. You bucked your hips into his hand, grinding down on it. 
The wet patch could be felt through your panties. Changbin cooed as he felt your hot cunt, two fingers tracing the wet pace slowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth filling up with excess drool, spilling from the corners of your mouth.
Slipping your panties to the side, Changbin got a good feel at how wet you truly became. Two fingers slid up and down your slit, coating them in your essence. You moaned softly, your grip on his wrist tightening.
His fingers came into contact with your sensitive clit. He circled around it before rubbing it slowly, using your slick as lubricant. The pleasure mixed in with how sensitive you felt, sent shockwaves up and down your spine.
"My filthy yet pretty girl." Changbin groaned softly. You moaned softly, feeling his fingers travel down to your entrance. He rubbed around it slowly before slipping in two of his fingers.
You grinded desperately against his fingers, a small chuckle coming from changbin.
"So impatient, pretty girl. Don't worry, I will treat you real good, like I always do." His fingers curled up against your walls as he thrusted them in and out. His fingers coating in more of your slick with each thrust. Your chest rising up and down rapidly as you closed your eyes slowly, moaning the best you could.
Your walls felt soft and wet aginst changbin's fingers, encouraging him to move them at a pace that he knows drives you insane. Just as expected, your chest arched into him, incoherent moans coming from your mouth. The tips of his fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sending you into overdrive. 
your eyes slowly opened to be greeted with a deadly smirk from changbin. You cunt clenching around Changbin's fingers, your walls tightening around them as he rubbed and hit your walls and soft spot. Your legs shook beneath changbin's sides, your stomach clenching as your orgasm approached 
"Good girl, (Y/N) Cum all over my fingers, I know you can. Make me proud." Changbin growled. You kicked your head back, moaning loudly against changbin's fingers as your orgasm hit you
Your juices squirted out and onto changbin. You coated his fingers, arms, lap and part of his stomach with your juices, your walls clamping down around him as your legs shook uncontrollably. Changbin hummed at the sight, slowly releasing his fingers from your mouth.
You grinded against Changbin's fingers, panting uncontrollably. You needed more, so much more. You weren't satisfied with just his fingers.
"Binnie." You panted, licking his neck slowly "More, I need more." 
Changbin groaned, feeling your soft lips plant kisses along his neck. You bit into his flesh, harshly, feeling changbin's cock twitch against your folds. You hummed as you felt Changbin's free hand squeeze the soft flesh of your ass before his palm collided with your skin. A harsh slap caused your body to jolt, soft whimpers muffled against changbin's skin.
You sucked on the skin in various places before pulling away. You licked your lips slowly, your fingertips tracing along the bite and deep purple marks that decorated his neck.
"Proud of yourself, doll?" Changbin raised a brow. You nodded, feign innocent. Changbin rolled his eyes before grabbing your cheeks roughly in his hands, his fingers squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout.
You hummed, feeling yourself getting wetter around Changbin's fingers. You was forced to look into changbins dark eyes, a slow smirk form on his lips 
"Don't act so innocent with me, pretty thing. We both know how much of a whore you are for me. For starters, I'm already covered in your mess because you're such a sensitive brat." His words sent shivers down your spine, your cunt clenching around Changbin's fingers, which were now shallowly thrusting inside you.
"You'd do anything for my cock, wouldn't you doll? To have all your holes stuffed to the brim because you're a greedy girl." Changbin pulled his soaked fingers out of your cunt, you whined at the loss, feeling empty and more needy. He brung his fingers up to your lips, your slick glistening the light.
"Suck, slut." You grabbed his wrist bringing his fingers closer to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking them dry. His free hand that was holding your cheeks was now cupping your breasts. He squeezed the flesh roughly, pinching and flicking your nipples. Shockwaves of pleasure and pain ran throughout your body and straight to your core.
You whimpered loudly, hips rutting and grinding against Changbin's length. Your slick making his boxer shorts even more dirty. Your body feels hot with want and need. You couldn't help yourself. Changbin drove you insane. His scent, the way he looks, the way he sounds and the way he treats you makes you want to be devoured by him all day everyday.
Changbin removed his fingers from your mouth, drool coated your chin. Eyes hooded with your body and mind desperate for Changbin, you felt his hand wrap around your throat. He carefully rested your back against the wooden floor, his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck.
You smiled, humming at the pressure and feeling. Your legs parted wide for Changbin to lean over you. He scoffed at your fucked out face, his fingers pinching and flicking your nipple.
"Look at you. You're so fucked out and I haven't even scratched the surface with you yet, pretty thing. I'm going to have so much fun with you." 
"Please, Binnie. Use me all you want. I'm nothing more than a toy to you. Just someone who has holes for you to fill with your seed."
Changbin hummed at your words, physically shivering. "Oh don't worry, dear. I plan on using you till I am satisfied, but first, we need to get rid of these." In one swift movement, your lacy underwear was ripped off you, discarded to the side.
"Hey! They were my favourite." you protested, pouting.
"Don't worry, baby girl. If you behave and be good, I will treat you to new ones. Okay?"
"Okay Binnie. I'll be good for you." You mewled. 
Changbin removed his boxer shorts, throwing them to the side before leaning in, his fingers around your neck loosing. He kissed your lips in a sloppy and desperate manner. Tongue and teeth collided with each other as you wrapped your arms around Changbin's neck, keeping him close to you.
You thrust your hips upwards, your cunt colliding with Changbin's erection. He groaned into the kiss, pressing his crotch against yours. The heat radiation off one another. Changbin grinding against you, his cock sliding up and down your slit, tip bumping against your clit making you shiver.
His cock soon became coated in your slick. One hand was planted on the floor by your head to support his weight, whilst his other was holding onto your waist, keeping it still as he grinded and rubbed against you
Changbin panted against your lips, sweat slowly appearing on his gorgeous body. Changbin pushed your tongue back into your mouth, his own exploring the inside, leaving no space untouched. You whimpered in the kiss, the sensation of changbin's tongue violating your mouth sending shivers down your spine and core.
Changbin pulled away enough to spit in your mouth, saliva pooling on your tongue slowly mixing together with your own saliva. You stuck your tongue out, maintaining your gaze on changbin
You showed him his and your saliva coming together, smirking once he grunted. You put your tongue back in your mouth, swallowing the saliva before licking your lips and humming 
"Mhm, yummy." You said, innocently
"I have something much more yummy than my saliva, baby girl." You giggled, clawing your fingernails down his back leaving red welts. Changbin hissed at the pain, his chest arching into yours.
"I'm sure you do, baby. You know I love the way you taste against my tongue." You mewled, leaning up and using your forearms to support your weight. You grabbed the joint out off the ashtray, taking a long drag before blowing out the smoke slowly
You placed the joint between Changbin's lips, watching him take a long drag and blowing the smoke out. The smoke mixes together to form a cloud above your head. You hummed softly, watching him smoke some more.
You licked your lips, eyes fixated on his lips. The way his lips wrapped around the paper, how they created the perfect shape whilst blowing out the smoke. The way his tongue darted out to lick his lips to moisten them, it only made you think about when he would eat you out.
You swallowed, an audible whimper caused changbin to look at you, resting the joint back in the ashtray. 
"What's up, pretty thing?" 
"You looked so hot. Your lips and tongue. It reminded me of when you would eat my pussy."
"Oh really now?" Changbin cocked up one eyebrow, shuffling down so his face was level with your pussy. You hummed in response, biting your lip softly as you watched and waited.
With his pointer and index finger, he parted your lips to give him a better view of your entrance. It visibly pulsated for him, your slick shining in the dim light. He licked his lips hungrily.
"Baby girl, you look so delicious. Good enough for me to eat."
"Then eat me, Binnie. I'm all yours for the taking, remember." You mewled
Changbin hummed at your word before spitting on your clit. You grunted at the contact, his fingers coming into contact with your clit. He smeared his saliva around your clit slowly, applying enough pressure to send pleasurable shivers across your body.
"M-Mhm."  Changbin rubbed circles on your clit as he dove into your cunt. His tongue makes contact with your entrance. The tip of his tongue licking around your entrance before it dove into it. You groaned at the feeling, kicking your head back gently
Changbin's tongue darted in and out of you, your essence collecting on his tongue. He spat on your clit again, using it the same way as before, before going back to licking inside your entrance.
He rubbed your clit side to side fast, your thighs trembling at the sensation. Due to your earlier orgasm, you were sensitive and the more changbin rubbed, the more sensitive you became.
Changbin removed his fingers and tongue, switching their positions. His tongue lay flat against your sensitive bud, the wet and warm muscle licking and flicking it whilst his fingers dove deep inside of you again. You moaned his name loudly, cunt clenching around his fingers.
He thrusted his fingers in time with his flicks. Your body shifts and jolts slightly at the intensity. Your breasts bouncing a little. You struggled to keep yourself upright, your body slowly feeling limp as it was slowly being consumed by pleasure 
"Oh fuck. Oh g-god Binnie!" Changbin hummed against your clit, sucking and nibbling it. He pulled away, pulling his fingers out leaving you feeling empty – but only for a short while. He held onto your thighs gently, keeping them apart. His tongue licked down your clit to your entrance, alternating between them both.
With one hand, you grabbed changbin by the hair, tugging at the strands by his scalp. Your head tilting to the side as whorish moans left your lips. You grinded against changbin's face, his nose bumping against your sensible clit
"Binnie, It's not enough!" You exclaimed. You could feel another orgasm approaching but it needed that little extra push. Changbin looked at you through his lashes, his chin getting coated in your slick.
Changbin is a messy eater. He loves spitting on your sensitive bud, getting himself coated in your slick and juices. So when you tell him it's not enough, he knows exactly what to do.
Removing his tongue from your entrance and placing it back on our clit, he inserted his two fingers back inside you, thrusting them fast and hard. You panted at the feeling, his fingers and tongue doing work on you.
"Y-Yes. That's good, right there Binnie!" He found your sweet spot instantly, hitting it over and over again. Your thighs and stomach clenched, toes curling as your body was slick with sweat.
"Fuck, Binnie. I'm so close.." 
"Do it, pretty thing. Squirt your juices all over me. You know how much I love it!." You whimpered at his words, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. Soon, your orgasm hits you hard again, silent moans leaving your lips and your juices squirting over Changbin's fingers and chin.
You panted hard, coming down from your high as changbin knelt up, licking his fingers clean and wiping his face.
"You're such a good girl. I love you so much."
"And I love you too, Binnie." 
You positioned yourself on all fours, crawling over to a knelt changbin. You positioned yourself so you were facing his hard and throbbing cock. Changbin hummed, looking down at you as he stroked your sweaty hair softly 
"You going to take care of me, doll?" You nodded, humming in response. You grabbed the base of his cock, his skin feeling hot against your hand.
His cock is average in length but he has girth. You love that changbin is thick in size, you love the feeling of being stuffed whether it be in your mouth or pussy. You loved the sting as he penetrated you, the dull ache in your jaw from blowing him.
His tip was red and leaking, pre-cum coating his tip. His veins protrude around the sides, fading at the tip. You panted, licking your lips as you gazed. Changbin raised his brow.
"Are you just going to look or?" He questioned. You blushed softly, looking up at him
"I'm just admiring, Binnie. That's all."
"Yeah? well, how about you stop admiring and put your sensitive mouth to work, mhm?" 
You nodded slowly, stroking his thick length. You grazed your fingernails across his slit, tapping against his tip with the pad of your thumb. His pre-cum coating your finger as a string of it occasionally connected your thumb to his tip.
Changbin let out a low growl. A growl that made your skin erupt with goosebumps. A growl that asserted dominance. You whimpered, tucking your hair behind your ear. You lent down, ass sticking up in the air slightly as you pressed your wet tongue against his tip.
You gave small kitten licks across his tip, lapping up his pre-cum. You hummed at the salty flavor. You spat on his cock, watching it fall down the sides. You moved your hand up and down, rotating your wrist as you used your drool as lubricant. 
Changbin admired how tiny your hands looked around his thick cock. He loved how your fingers could barely wrap around his length. But what he loved the most, is how he could watch you for hours sucking his cock.
Of course, penetrating you is blissful for him, feeling and watching you squirm as his cock reaches places deep inside you – but he loved how you struggled to take him in your small mouth, complaining about how your jaw is aching, how your cheeks puffed out from being full of him. It drove his feral instincts insane.
You stuck your tongue out, peering at Changbin through your lashes. Once you caught his attention, you tapped his length against your tongue. Wet, sinful slapping sounds echoing in the bedroom. Shivers running down Changbin's spine as he watched you, his cock twitching in your hand.
You giggled innocently, licking along his protruding veins before going back to kitten licking his tip again. Changbin buried one hand in your hair, tugging it at the scalp making you groan at the pain. You spat on his cock again, smearing it along his tip with your thumb, applying pressure.
Changbin groaned above you, watching your every move. you soon wrapped your lips around changbin's tip, the warmth of your mouth making his cock twitch and pre-cum to spill from his slit. You swirl your tongue around his tip, collecting the spilt pre-cum.
"Mhm. Just like that baby." You looked up at Changbin through your lashes, your core clenching. His head tilting to the side, ends of his hair wet from sticking to his sweaty forehead. His body glistened in the dim light from the sweat that coated him.
You groaned a little, lowering your head further down. You stopped halfway, your mouth feeling full to the brim, the corners of your mouth feeling stretched out, your cheeks puffing out a little – the way changbin likes it.
He sighed in content, stroking your hair slowly as he watched you. You gently grabbed his balls, fondling and massaging them as you worked on sucking him. Your head bobbing up and down at a slow and steady pace. You closed your eyes slowly, focusing on pleasuring changbin with your mouth the best you could.
You picked up the pace once you heard his delicious grunts and moans. You wiggled your ass a little causing changbin to lean over you, his hand coming into contact with your soft skin. He watched your ass cheek jiggle with the force, the harsh sound ringing in your ears as you whimpered at the pain. Changbin slapped your ass a few more times, harshly, tears pooling and falling down your cheeks slowly.
Your movements faltered as changbin continued to slap your ass. A red handprint slowly forming on the curve of your ass. Once satisfied, changbin leant back into his original position.
"Why did you stop? Did I tell you to stop?" He growled. Your eyes widened slightly, whimpered before going back to your task at hand. Your hand stroking what your mouth failed to reach. A sigh of content leaving the man's lips as he reached over for the joint. He leant back, placing the joint between his lip and relighting it.
He looked down at you as he took a drag, inhaling the smoke. He smirked, resting the joint on his bottom lip again and reaching for his phone.
He opened up the camera, moving your hair away from your face before snapping a photo of you. He grunted, snapping another one but making sure his joint was in the frame.
After one more drag of his joint, he rested it again in the ashtray. He planted his hand firmly on the back of your head, your eyes fluttering open and looking at him through your lashes. You whimpered when you saw his phone, knowing exactly what he was doing as you two have taken pictures and videos of each during sex numerous of times – homemade porn, you call it.
"I'm sorry baby girl, but you're going too slow for my liking. You should know how I like my blowjobs. Sloppy." Changbin pushed your head down on his cock, his hips thrusting upwards.
Your eyes widen as his cock tip hits the back of your throat, the ability to breath becoming a struggle. You gripped onto his thighs, closing your eyes tightly as changbin thrusted down your throat, harshly. Sinful moans and grunts left his lips, pressing record on his phone and pointing it at you.
He filmed you taking his cock down your throat, groaning at the feeling of your small mouth devouring him so well. Saliva started to overfill your mouth, spilling from the corners of your mouth, landing on the wooden floor and coating your chin.
You dug your fingernails into his thighs harshly, your jaw starting to achy and throat feeling raw. Changbins thrusts were relentless, his thick cock stroking the insides of your throat and mouth. You felt your cunt getting wetter and wetter that you were so sure you were dripping by now.
You loved being used by changbin. It was your favourite thing. Of course, you and Changbin do have the occasional love making, slow and passionate sex, which you also love. But this side of changbin, the messy rough side of him, is what you love the most
Being used by him, having all your holes available for him, makes you weak at the knees. Your mind filling with fuzz and nothing but thoughts of what hole changbin was going to fill next and how he was going to fill it.
Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head, tears cascading down your cheeks and mixing with your saliva. Drool was spilling out of your mouth, making its way down changbins cock and balls. He pulled your hair harshly, pulling you away from his cock.
You spluttered, gasping for air. Drool coated your chin, tear stained cheeks with a tint of pink. Changbin aimed the phone at your face, his hand still firmly holding your hair. 
Changbin groaned at the way you looked. You looked so – lewd. His feral instincts slowly kicked in as he stopped the video, saving it in his private folder before throwing his phone to the side.
"Such a pretty girl. You always take me so well in whatever greedy hole I so wish to stuff." His thumb grazed over your drool coated chin, collecting it before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean
"Only for you, Binnie. I know how much you love to use my holes so I always aim to please." You mewled between panting breaths. Your throat felt sore and raw but you loved it because you knew you did a good job.
Changbin slapped his spit covered cock against your lips. You parted them slowly, allowing him to thrust back into your mouth and down your throat. 
"Shit. It feels so good. I love it so much. Fuck, I love you so much, baby girl." Changbin kicked his head back as he spoke, getting lost in the feeling of your mouth. His abs and thighs burning from contracting, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he struggled to not cum down your throat – he wanted to save his load for the main event.
Changbin pulled your head away, his cock bouncing free from your mouth. You spluttered, coughing a little as you swallowed your accumulated saliva. Changbin stroked your hair soothingly, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge.
"Here baby. Drink this." You took the bottle from him, opening it and downing the water. The coldness soothed your sore throat
"You okay, love?" Changbin asked, his demeanor softening. His eyes scanned your body for any signs of discomfort.
"I'm okay, Binnie."
"You sure?" Think you can carry on."
"Binnie –" You rose on your knees to his height, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely "– I am more than okay to carry on. We have the traffic light system and I am green across the board. soooo.."
"Sooo..?" Changbin rested his hands on your hips, his brow raising slowly as he smirked 
"So, fuck me like you mean it Binnie. I won't be satisfied until I am full of your cum and my pussy is sore and swollen. I want you to fuck me so hard, that I won't be able to walk tomorrow." You mewled, your tongue gliding across his neck and bruises.
"Then, I suggest you turn around and get on all fours for me, pretty thing." Changbin growled.
You hummed, turning your back to him and getting on all fours, your hands planting firmly against the wooden floor. You wiggled your ass, getting impatient as changbin was currently checking out your curves 
"What's taking you so long, Binnie?" You whined. Changbin laughed softly, holding your hips and pushing them towards his cock.
"Sorry, baby girl. I was just admiring how pretty you look." You blushed.
"Shut up. I look like a mess." You mumbled 
"But I find it beautiful because I created this mess." Changbin tapped his cock against your entrance. You whined, getting more and more impatient 
"Binnie! Stick it i–" Your eyes widen as a loud moan erupted from the back of your throat. Changbin thrusted his cock deep inside you, stretching you out. You hissed and moaned at the sting, loving the pain and pleasure mixing together.
Changbin gave you no time for you to adjust. His thrusts powerful, fast and relentless. His cock rubbing against your soft and squishy walls as his tip hit your sweet spot, deep inside you. His hips slamming against your ass, causing them to ripple slightly at the impact, his balls slapping against your clit.
"F-Fuck, Binnie!" You moaned out loud
"Ah, fuck baby girl. Your cunt feels so warm and wet. No matter how many times I fuck you like this, I can never get use to the feeling of your greedy cunt. It's so inviting." His words broken between pants and moans as he ruthlessly fucks you.
Your body jolted with the impact. Your arms slowly gave up in supporting your weight. Your head fell to the floor softly, arms limp by your sides as your ass rose higher up in the air.
"That's my girl." Changbin stated. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, silent moans leaving your lips. Changbin's hand collided with your ass cheek, harsh slapping sounds mixed in with the sinful moans and sounds of your wet pussy being fucked. 
The pain of changbin's spanks mixed in with the pleasure from his cock was sending you into overdrive. His tip continued to hit your soft spot, your cunt clenching around his cock. You panted fast, mind fuzzy. Changbin groaned, reaching over you and grabbing a handful of your hair.
He pulled you upright, your sweaty back against his chest. He bit into the valley that connects your neck and shoulder together. You whimpered at the pain, feeling his teeth sink deeper into your flesh before he sucked on your skin.
It felt like you could feel the bruises forming, the skin where he bit and sucked stinging. No doubt there would be teeth marks and deep purple marks on your neck. Changbin held your jaw gently, his painted nails brushing along your jawline. His breath fanned against your ear as your head flopped to the side, against his shoulder.
"My sweet, sweet angel. Your hole is taking me so fucking well. The way your cunt is clenching around my cock is so delicious and so sinful. You're driving me insane, baby girl."
You mewled at his words, soft pants leaving your lips. Your mind foggy, not being able to fully concentrate on changbins words, your surroundings becoming a blur. All you could think and feel was changbin's cock buried deep inside you, pummeling your welcoming cunt.
The knot in the pit of your stomach was fast approaching, Changbin felt this with the way your cunt had a vice grip on his cock.
"You close baby girl? You going to squirt all your delicious juices on my cock, mhm?" You nodded fast, gripping onto Changbin's wrist. Changbin tilted your head towards him, your lips meeting in a messy and sloppy kiss, no coordination at all. 
Changbin was too focused on helping you chase you high whilst holding back his own orgasm. He wanted it to last even longer, to feel your juices over his cock. To feel your cunt pulsate and to hear your loud moans in the form of his name. He wanted the neighbors to hear you, to know who you belong to – he thrived off it.
"B-Binnie, I'm go–"
"Do it, baby girl. I want to feel your juices spill out." You panted fast and hard, your orgasm washing over you. Your juices squirted out over changbin's cock and down your thighs, forming a puddle beneath you. Your thighs shook threatening to give up.
Changbin grunted. In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, inserting his cock deep inside you again. He grabbed your legs, spreading them wide and using them for leverage. You gripped onto his wrists, the overstimulation taking control
"B-Binnie!" 
"I know baby girl, but you can do it. I know you can!" One hand releasing your thigh from his grip, his fingers coming into contact with your overly sensitive bud. He rubbed fast circles on it, your body jolting at the sensation. You know you can do it, you know that the burning sensation will pass the more times changbin fucks your cunt.
You groaned, head rolling to the side. Your mouth hanging wide open in an O shape as your eyes closed and silent moans and pants left your mouth. Your thighs involuntarily shaking as your stomach tensed. Changbin's hips moving at speed and power, skin slapping on skin as his balls slapped against your ass. 
He pressed his hand flat against the pit of your stomach, feeling his cock bulging against his hand with each thrust, causing him to groan loudly at the feeling.
"Shit. I can feel how deep my cock is inside you, baby girl. Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock engraving your insides, claiming what is mine."
Changbin was slowly losing himself in the pleasure, getting drunk on the feeling of your pussy. Your sticky juices coated the lower half of his body but your cunt took him in so well time and time again, no matter how many times you came.
It's a dangerous feeling to him because he could easily get lost in the pleasure – he has before, hence the traffic light system coming into place.
It burned, it burned so much but you felt so good. It was a feeling you couldn't describe. It was a feeling where you had to feel it to know. Because you were so sensitive, you felt the knot again, this time, it was fast approaching.
"Already, baby girl?" 
You hummed, unable to form words. Your body was hot to touch, sweat coating your body. You felt your juices slowly spilling out and down the curve of your ass, forming a puddle below you.
"Me too. Me too, baby girl." Changbin spluttered. His movements become sloppy and lacking in power and speed. His hair drenched with sweat, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. His abs were visible clenching as his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. His veins protrude along his hands and arms.
He slapped your clit a few times, each slap sending shockwaves through your body. Your body jolted with each slap. An ache creeping its way along your lower body and back from changbin's powerful thrusting.
"I-I.. Binnie. I can't.. i'm going to –" Your sentences broken, making no sense to you but changbin understood you completely.
"Do it." A loud moan in the form of changbin's name erupted from your mouth. Your body shook uncontrollably as you gripped onto Changbin's wrist tightly. Your juices spilt out of you again, coating his cock, lower half and the wood floor. 
Changbin watched you, licking his lips as he watched you squirt. If his phone wasn't so far away, he would have a hundred percent taken a video. However, the scene that unfolded in front of him, was forever burnt in his mind.
Sobs escaped your lips, your breathing irregular. You looked at Changbin with glossy eyes as he reached over and stroked your hair softly, soothing you and helping you calm down. Your body still shaking as you whimpered, toes curling 
"Sh, sh baby. You're okay, I'm here. Deep breaths, you can do it." Changbin spoke softly, his eyes looking into yours with love and admiration. You nodded, taking deep breaths in and out. Changbin kissed your sweaty forehead before resuming back to his original position.
"Just, bear with me a bit longer, baby girl." You nodded slowly, resting on your forearms for support as you watched Changbin.
He grabbed your waist harshly, squeezing the flesh as you opened your legs wider for him. His thrusts resumed back to their powerful state, except there was desperation behind them. He was desperately chasing his high, wanting to coat your insides with cum.
His head hung low as he bit his bottom lip, hard. You hummed at the sight of your lover slowly losing himself. Your pussy felt tender so each thrust burnt and was more painful than pleasurable – but you knew changbin wouldn't last long. He has been holding on since the blowjob.
As expected, a loud grunt and moan came from his lips, his hips coming to a stop as he buried his cock deep inside you. His cock twitched, emptying himself and coating your walls white with his seed. Your pussy throbbed and clenched around him, encouraging him to milk himself inside you.
He looked up and smirked at you, quickly pulling out. He stroked himself slowly as he emptied the rest of his seed onto your body. Hot ropes of cum landing on your stomach and the top of your pussy.
You mewled at the sight and feeling, licking your lips. Changbin's hips bucked as he slowly stroked himself, abs and thighs tensing. You reached forward, pressing the pad of your thumb against his tip. He whimpered loudly, body jolting at the sensitivity.
You laughed softly as changbin gave you a playful glare. His cock softened in his hand. You felt his cum slowly trickling out of you and mixing in with your juices. You looked down at the cum on your body before glancing at Changbin, smirking.
He cocked his eyebrow, groaning as you scooped up his cum off your stomach onto your finger. You put your finger in your mouth, licking off his cum as you hummed at the salty flavour.
"Fuck. You're such a tease, baby girl. Does it taste good?"
"It tastes so good, Binnie. You taste so good!"
"That's my girl." Changbin cooed at you. You grinned, feeling loved and adored by his words. "I'll be right back." 
You nodded, watching Changbin disappear into the bathroom. You heard the taps running before changbin came rushing back to you.
He knelt between your legs, holding a damp cloth. "I'm sorry baby. I know how uncomfortable this is for you but it's important."
You nodded, pouting and preparing yourself for the uncomfortable contact. Changbin gently wiped away your cum and his own with a warm cloth, dabbing away gently at your sensitive and swollen pussy. Your body jolted as you whimpered at the contact. 
"Can you stand baby? I've ran us a nice bubble bath." You looked to the side sheepishly, your muscles screaming at you. Changbin laughed, picking you up bridal style.
"I'm sorry, doll." You shook your head no as he walked to the bathroom.
"Don't apologize for something I wanted just as much as you Binnie." Changbin placed you in the bath gently, the warm water soothing your muscles. You relaxed instantly, feeling Changbin get in behind you. You rested against his chest, closing your eyes slowly
Changbin kissed your cheek tenderly, watching you slowly drift in his arms.
"You did so well, baby girl. I fucking love you so much!" Your heart swelled at his words, your lips forming into a big grin
"and I fucking love you too, Binnie!"
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diavolover · 2 years
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There’s another post going on about the new show, Moonknight, and how this is going to introduce some people to the concept of DID. For some unspeakable reason, the OP seems to believe this is a good thing. This is not. This is the same kind of bad representation which is common for DID. 
Hoping to see how bad it was, I watched the first episode. It was terrible. Steven, the main character, is shown to strap himself to the bed every night because he goes ‘sleep walking’ and cannot remember where he has been. We are introduced to Steven as a fairly goofy character who can’t do anything right. He is shown as goofy and incompetent, and the world around him pities him. 
The first time we are introduced to the voices in his head, is played comedically. He is told to give control of the body back to his alter or ‘surrender the body’ to Marc. It shouldn’t need to be said, but this is not how DID works. Although there can be gatekeepers who can push parts to front and access blocked off memories, it is still not as simple as giving control to another. This is shown again at the end of the episode where Marc tells Steven to let him take control or they will die. This is simply not how DID works. 
The acting of Steven is constantly played comedically. I am very disappointed in Oscar Isaac for this. There is a part where Steven must hand over an object to the antagonist, but because Marc does not want to do that, he cannot. He is shown extending his hand then gripping it in his fist and trying to pry it open with his other hand, all while apologising to the antagonist because he is not trying to do this. This turns into a comedy scene where he is contorting himself trying to give the object while his alter is contorting to other side of his body to try and keep it away. It is played for laughs. 
When we are first shown Steven switching, Steven rolls his eyes back in what is perhaps the most cliche form of showing did on screen - acting like he has suddenly been possessed. Though there can be signs of switching, these are often invisible to anyone other than the one affected by it. 
Each blackout he has in the next sequence results in violence - when Steven comes back to the front, each time he is shocked by this and acts innocent and dumbfounded. This only adds to the idea that alters are all violent. His hallucinations as the show progresses are all played off as horror. 
I won’t even begin to touch on the concept of fantasy DID and how harmful it is. You should already know this. All in all, this is just the first episode. It is worse than I thought it would be and will negatively impact people’s understanding of DID, even if the system is played off as superheroes.  Please do not get your information on DID from this show, or from youtube shows which sensationalise the disorder. Get your information from systems, those living with DID. This is not to say that DID cannot be humorous or have its moments, but it is at it’s core a dissociative disorder caused by trauma and this entire show, like so much media on did, centres on laughing at the person and not with them and using mental illness for cheap scares. 
Singlets should reblog this. ENDOS DNI.
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butterfly-writer · 1 year
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No, no! Stay with me.... Please!!
Midnight x Female!Reader
Summary: Midnight’s…. Dead.. 
My Hero Academia chapter 278
My Hero Academia Season 6 Episode 126-127.
★☽A/N: I want to make people cry:)) Also sorry if it’s a bit short!
Also there was someone who reblogged this (Ty so much, love ya) and so I kinda wanna show them this!! Tag: @alphabetcrashcourse
Disclaimer: Quirk allows the reader to fly, practically an angel (But an angel who can’t save her loved ones)
Contents: Angst, death.
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Midnight gets beside Gigantomachia with the help of Shinrin Kamu’s quirk to release her mist across the beast’s body but not knowing of the danger that stands and hides in his back. The League of Villains. 
‘The villains are on his back!’ She thought, but she didn’t think fast enough.
Mr. Compress threw his 3 marbles, each containing a piece of a broken building’s rumble and threw it at her, before releasing its contents on her. She quickly got hit by those building’s broken pieces harshly, hitting her to the ground with great impact. 
Little did she know, her beloved was on her way to assist the ones in the forest and she saw her love fall from the attack. “No!!” Y/N yelled, she tried to grab her but she was too late, Midnight had fallen before she could’ve saved her.
There she lays, Midnight, on the ground, her limbs are broken and can’t move and on the verge of dying, her body shaking. She slowly moved her right arm to turn on the small communicator in her ear.
“Can you hear me, Creati?” She called out to the communicator, and her student, Creati, answered. “Ms. Midnight!” She answered with relief at the sound of one of her mentors. “Are you aware of the situation?” Midnight asked, which Creati confirmed, her friends standing by as they waited for the news. “No one can take him down with brute force.” She informed Yaoyorozu, she was shaking from the pain but she endured it. “Put him back to sleep with sedatives.” She ordered. “Ms, what are you talking about?” Yaoyorozu asked, “I’m counting on you to make the right call!” She encouraged, before ending the communication she had as she passed out. “Ms? Ms. Midnight!!” Yaoyorozu called out but to no response.
By the time she passed out, her beloved had already arrived beside her. “Kayama! Wake up, please! Wake up!!” Y/N called out, luckily, Midnight did wake up from her small pass out. “Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay, I’ll bring you back, alright?” Y/N assured as she held Kayam’s fragile body to place her head on her lap. She caressed her hair as a way to calm Midnight down, “I’m sorry for not coming here sooner.” Y/N apologised, “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here at my last moments.” Midnight said, Y/N started to tear up, “D-Don’t be silly, this isn’t your last moments, your last moments is us being old together.” Y/N chuckled softly, making Midnight chuckle as well.
“I’m sorry darling but I don’t think I’ll stay long.” Midnight said sadly as she stared into Y/N’s beautiful E/C eyes that were filled with unspilled tears. “Please don’t say that, it’s not true!” Y/N denied her lover’s words as her tears started to fall from her eyes. “Hey hey, you’re gonna be fine without me.” Midnight assured but it only made Y/N cry more.
Midnight then started to feel light, she knew that it was her time to go. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” Midnight said with tears forming, “No, please! Stay awake, I’ll get you to the medical camp!!” Y/N tried her best to stop Midnight from going to it was too late.
“I love you so much, darling, my beloved. I will always love you, I’ll always be watching you from above.” That was Midnight’s last words.
“No, no! Stay with me… Please!!” Y/N said with her tears pouring out and her hands shaking Midnight’s lifeless body, “Please…” Y/N begged softly.
This was the day, Midnight, Nemuri Kayama, died.
Y/N’s beloved, her darling queen.
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welcome to the archives, traveler! need help navigating? don't worry, allow me to help you find what your looking for!
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genshin impact masterlist
cookie run masterlist
identity v masterlist
im in an idv network!
danganronpa masterlist
honkai star rail masterlist (i no longer write for hsr. please do not request it.)
`•- REQUESTING RULES
`•- REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!
no nsfw, no incest, and no yandere.
platonic only for characters under 16.
be as specific/detailed as you can! it helps a lot :]
only one scenario per request please!
feel free to request character x reader x character polyamorous relationships! poly x reader ships make my brain go weee :D
you can request for a maximum of 5 characters per ask! (tip: if you want to see the same prompt for over 5 characters in different franchises, submit different asks for each franchise!)
characters may be ooc if i haven't written very much for them, sorry! i usually get a feel for their character after writing a few times for them, though!
please specify if you want a gendered reader! non-specified requests will automatically be written as gender-neutral.
`•- ACCEPTED REQUESTS
`•- ARCHIVERSARY REQUESTS
gundham tanaka + baking together
`•- REGULAR REQUESTS
more spider-cookie headcanons
clotted cream cookie x gardener reader
pure vanilla cookie x knight reader
please make sure that the character(s) you want to request aren't on the list below. (platonic scenarios with them are fine, though!)
`•- WHO I DON'T WRITE FOR
i don't write for freddy riley (identity v), servais le roy (identity v), bonbon (identity v), joker (identity v), the will brothers (identity v), burke (identity v), leo beck (identity v), kreacher pierson (identity v), bane (identity v), phillipe (identity v), hastur (identity v), michiko (identity v), emil (identity v), ada mesmer (identity v), violetta (identity v), eli clark (identity v), himiko yumeno (danganronpa), hiyoko saionji (danganronpa), chihiro fujisaki (danganronpa), ultra despair girls or dr3 anime characters (danganronpa), yanqing (honkai star rail), pela (honkai star rail), lynx (honkai star rail) or any characters under 16. feel free to request a platonic scenario with these characters though! (keep in mind that this list will change in the future as i see fit.)
`•- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
hello there, dear traveler! it's a pleasure to meet you; i always love it when someone new visits the archives! you can call me orpheus. im the one in charge of taking care of the archives, you see, and i promise to do my very best to keep these archives brimming with entertainment! though, i do apologise for possibly updating at strange times, as i often tend to get very busy. some of my hobbies include writing, drawing, animating, reading, playing games, cosplaying, playing my violin, and watching anime and movies. now, i think that's enough of information about me, but what about you? feel free to engage in conversation with me whenever you desire; i'd love to get to know you! for now, though, i sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay in the archives.
`•- THE AUTHOR'S OTHER BLOGS!
my main blog is @smokyinference , where i post art and animations that i make, and also reblog a few things here and there! i also use the side blog @sillylizardluchino to share ideas and blurbs i think about that can't be turned into full-length fics on their own, and also to reblog a lot of other fan content! im also the person running @asking-antonio , an idv ask blog, though i haven't quite finished setting it up and opening asks just yet.
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💙 anon, 🧄 anon, 📡 anon, 👾 anon, 🌷 anon, 🦎 anon, and 🐇 anon are all staying in the archives!
`•- EVENTS IN THE ARCHIVES
past events in the archives include starlit sanctuary (july 1-30 2023), first archiversary (november 13-27 2023), and the philomena's propellente's countdown to valentines day (february 1-14 2024).
there are no events happening currently.
upcoming events in the archives include the summer's welcome bloom (may 24-june 19 2024)
`•- MISCELLANEOUS HAPPENINGS
the fruity pebbles saga / i hit pitaya dragon cookie with a bus
(for those who followed before the username change, this blog was previously known as fish-bubble.)
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🦇🗡️ 𝖍𝖎 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘! 🗡️🦇
so, it happened. the Adderall shortage finally affected my area.
i'm honestly shocked it took this long. i know many across the US have been impacted for months now, and i feel deeply for those who have had to cope with this situation prior to this week.
with that said, i have to apologise in advance for the distance this will cause between myself and all of you lovely folks on here. i've been told by my pharmacy that they will not have my medication "for the foreseeable future", so i will be using what i have left of my meds extremely sparingly—and i will likely not be on Tumblr when i do (cos you know... work).
because of this, and the fact that i haven't been off my meds for any extended periods of time since i was 18, you can probably expect the following things in the coming weeks:
longer ask response times
less ask responses in general
longer DM response times (if that's even possible)
longer comment/reblog response times
less social interaction in general
this doesn't mean i want less of any of these things! it just means i'm going to be an absolute tip for a while on here, and i will immensely appreciate your patience and understanding.
i will try to keep up with things i've already organised, such as the TFOTA reread event we have going and the mostly written chapters of ongoing fics (Fine Line, Crashing, Silent Knight, etc.), but i just wanted to keep you all in the loop so you know i'm not ghosting you.
again, i'm so so sorry for this. i hope everyone affected by this is staying safe. lots of love xx.
—Em 🖤🗡️
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littlelokilad · 1 year
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Ur thoughts on Sigyn, the Norse goddess of Compassion and such plus the wife of Loki, or I will release the duck
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I’m just interested bc i am sad Loki is paired up with another version of himself instead of her 🥺
Hello! Firstly thanks for the ask and secondly, sending a duck after me isn’t a threat - I will fight and snuggle the duck don’t test me ;)
I just wanna start by saying I’m not against anyone shipping who they like, fanfic is fanfic and if people have fun shipping Sylkie then they should be able to do that. Sylkie shippers are welcome here, I just don’t ship it myself.
Important note: if anyone reblogs this please don’t tag this #sylkie please tag it #anti sylkie so fans don’t have to see anti stuff on their ship tag, let them enjoy things in peace, they aren’t doing anyone any harm unless they are a show writer.
Personally I don’t like the ship but my criticism is purely aimed at the writers of the show and not the fans who ship this. And I just want to note, Sylkie shippers are NOT anti LGBTQ, the majority of them seem really nice and respectful of LGBTQ folk. I’m also sure that some Sylkie shippers are also LGBTQ and will disagree with my feelings here, which is fine, just do it respectfully. Some of us have been hurt by this.
I personally found the Loki x Sylvie relationship a little bit offensive, they finally acknowledged in this show that Loki was LGBTQ and then they put him in a selfcest relationship and then called him a narcissist for it. Historically, certain people have tried to discredit and harm LGBTQ folk by portraying them as perverse or unstable and this treatment of Loki feels along those lines to me. People can ship what they want on the internet, it’s the internet, but let’s be real, the idea of a selfcest relationship is dysfunctional and it felt like, as a bisexual, non binary person myself, we were somewhat being associated with that dysfunction.
Around the time the show was released, everyone was talking about not only how Loki was acknowledged as queer but also how weird was it that he was in love with a version of himself. And this wasn’t just people on the internet talking about it in niche little online spaces, this conversation happened in my office! Where I work and want to feel safe. My parents who aren’t MCU fans at all were talking about this, everyone and their Nan was talking about it.
I couldn’t enjoy the representation we were finally getting because it was followed by a huge lump of embarrassment and shame. Our bisexual, gender nonconforming king was also now the weirdo “narcissist” who could only love a version of himself. And if anyone thinks that this did no damage to us because it’s fiction you need to do more research into how LGBTQ folk are stereotyped and demonised constantly for things that aren’t true. People will take anything and use it against us so this felt like feeding the bigots more ammunition!
People shipping what they want on the internet and writing selfcest fanfic on AO3 are fine to do so in my opinion, they aren’t creating this type of damage. But the show writers? They urgently need to listen to their LGBTQ fans and probably need to apologise. It’s so questionable to me when writers don’t do research properly and don’t consider the cultural impact of the narratives they are making.
This could have been a wonderful opportunity to handle Loki’s sexuality with dignity, I hear a lot of people say he should have been with Mobius and in an MLM relationship but personally, at this point, I will settle for anything that doesn’t do damage to the LGBTQ community. I have my own doubts about the Lokius ship as well but I won’t go into that here, it’s far less damaging than Sylkie for me.
So Sigyn? I have read up on the mythology and liked their relationship, she seems sweet. In terms of MCU Loki I feel it gets more complicated because of his history and trauma, I think he would need someone on his level as long as they treat him right! I think Loki needs to be with his equal but someone who is still good for him and genuinely loves him.
So I don’t actively ship him with anyone currently, I haven’t came across anyone in the MCU so far that hits right for me, even Mobius! I think the closest for me might be Wanda but I personally haven’t analysed how that would play out enough to say that confidently. That could be a disaster.
Sorry this went on a bit! I just ended up having a lot to say on this one, thank you for the ask it was an interesting one!
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Fandom Thank-Yous!
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Thank you for sticking around! The Choices fandom has clearly been through so many ups and downs in the past, so let me take a moment to say, thank you...
To those writers who write for the "less" popular books, with so much love and care.
To those wonderful fanartists who bring the characters to life in their own ways.
To creators who go through so much - life, school, anxiety, work, depression and so on, just to make people happy.
To those motivated creators who program and develop their own unofficial sequels for FREE! Going through all that effort to assemble a team, get the best artists and writers and programmers to work on it and bring joy to the fandom! Thank you so much!
To those skilled graphic designers and writers who bring their characters to life, through their innovative designs, Pictagram edits, moodboards and so on! Your efforts will never go unnoticed!
To those kind souls who host challenges, prompts and send out Asks to motivate everyone. The fandom would practically be dead without your intervention. Thank you for everything that you do.
To the people who've already left us and have gone inactive. It's heartbreaking, yes, but their efforts and works will never die or lose their positive impact. They've all done a lot of brilliant things and the fandom would never be the same without them.
To the commenters and rebloggers and simply, people who leave a little heart and a nice comment once in a while. Thank you so much for providing your eternal support to these lovely creators! You are a pillar of strength in this community. You've brought so many writers and artists an insane amount of joy through your little words of encouragement and support. Thank you for everything that you do!
To the people who've been here since the early days, when the fandom was barely crawling. You are just downright awesome - having seen the good, bad and the ugly in this fandom and staying despite all the odds.
AND TO YOU! Even if you aren't a pioneer or a graphics artist, your everyday contributions to the fandom KEEPS IT ALIVE! Whether it be a meme-post on TNA and its obscure plotlines, starting an Is-Blades-Cancelled Support Group, fangirling over fictional pixelated love interests, bringing up "It's indescribable" as frequently as possible and are responsible for nearly 16384 inside jokes, you are just frickin awesome.
I love our little community so much, despite being here for a couple of months. Sure there's bits of the Bad, but the Good doesn't necessarily make the Bad so bad, because it brings me insurmountable joy to see everyone sort of crowding around in the reblogs and comments whenever someone commissions a piece of art, taking part in these long introspective discussions but at the same time being memeing trolls who embrace the chaos.
Thank you for everything and thank you for making everyday a little wonderful.
I'll be tagging everyone in my list, if that's okay! I might've definitely missed a bunch of people and I sincerely apologise for that ^_^
@aallotarenunelma @ao719 @a-crepusculo @burnsoslow @crazy-loca-blog @cariantha @dr-colossal-pita @cassie-thorne @farizrz @gutsfics @garrusknight @gryffindordaughterofathena @hydn-jpg @headoverheelsforramsey @hydn-jpg @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms @lovealexhunt @lsvdw-blog @lucy-268 @liaromancewriter @missameliep @mvalentine @mysticalgalaxysstuff @mydemonsdrivealimo @niaellariious @openheartforeverinmyheart @ofmischiefandmedicine @potionsprefect @princess-geek @peonierose @phoenixrising308 @peonyblossom @queenrileyrose @quixoticdreamer16 @txemrn @rookiemartin @storyofmychoices @songsaboutgirls @tessa-liam @utterlyinevitable @writing-not
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Bye-Bye, Miss American Pie || The Unknown Widow
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: Mentions of the Red Room tactics; mentions of blood; mentions of killing; dark themes; mention of injuries sustained from torture; trauma response described; mention of weapons. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.
Word Count: 2628 words.
Summary: It’s time to pay Melina a visit, but will she have all the answers?
A/N: Part 9 of ‘The Unknown Widow’. One step closer to the end… also I wrote this at like 4 am so if it doesn’t make sense I apologise. Also when the reader has no recollection of what is happening- I’ve used it as a trauma response from the mission.
Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform) copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Masterlist
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Bye, Bye Miss American Pie- The Unknown Widow:
The aircraft makes a harsh landing in the middle of nowhere- having run out of fuel.
Yelena and I jolted forwards, both releasing grunts of pain from the restriction caused by the seatbelts tightening over our chests.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, struggling to take my seatbelt off.
“Never better,” She sarcastically replies as she slumps back in her chair, catching her breath from the impact.
I turn to look towards the back, “Are you two okay?” I ask, noticing how Natasha gets straight up and staggers to the door, opening it in frustration. Alexei on the other hand is struggling to his feet after having fallen from his seat- that will teach him to wear his seatbelt next time.
After taking a few seconds to gather our surroundings, we exit the aircraft with all of our supplies. I look around at the mixture of purple flowers and green details surrounding us- it’s beautiful, though simple it’s somewhat calming after the last few hours we’ve just endured.
I take a big breath in, filling my lungs with fresh air, I turn to look at Yelena who’s smirking at me. I release my breath, “What?”
“Oh nothing, you’re just acting like you’ve never been outside before.” She says.
“Well, after being in a confined space with Alexei for hours, you take all the fresh air you can get.” I jokingly remark.
Yelena releases a breath of amusement, seemingly agreeing that Alexei’s prison days have not treated him well.
I look over to see Natasha is squatting on the floor, glaring around as she processes the situation we’re in. The last thing we need is Natasha in a bad mood.
The irritating sound of the aircraft rattling from its damages disturbs the calming atmosphere, suddenly a wave of black smoke emerges from the structure- signalling that it is done for.
Alexei decides that this is the perfect opportunity to say, “You should’ve brought the Avengers’ superjet.”
I turn to him and display a look of amazement, surely he knows this type of comment will only annoy Natasha and Yelena further. He studies my face in confusion and mouths ‘What?’ to me as he shrugs his shoulders.
I just shake my head as I turn to see Natasha and Yelena venturing away from the scene.
“I swear, if I hear one more word from him, I will kick him in the face.” I hear Yelena say as I jog up alongside them.
“Now, now Yelena, we’ve talked about these urges.” I teasingly say.
“He’s the exception, he deserves it.” She bites back, allowing Alexei to get under her skin.
Alexei calls for Natasha, causing her to release an unamused sigh as we carry on walking through the naturally decorated track.
Alexei chases after us, repeating Natasha’s name in order to catch her attention.
“Come here, I want to ask you something.” He says in a desperate tone, Natasha looks at Yelena as they both mutually roll their eyes.
Yelena and myself decide to carry on walking as Natasha turns to him expectantly, she gives him a simple, ‘What?’ As he tries to think of his next words to her.
We make a short distance ahead, though barely being able to hear what Alexei and Natasha are discussing.
“What are you thinking?” Yelena suddenly asks me.
I look at her, shaking my head slightly, “It doesn’t matter.”- she knows me too well.
Yelena nudges her arm into me, causing me to veer off the path a bit before I reclaim my spot next to her, “Come on, we don’t keep secrets.”
I release a sigh, “It’s just what Alexei said on the aircraft- about me helping you two out and him being surprised. Also the stuff about Dreykov.”
“What about Dreykov?” She asks as she studies my face with concern.
“Something about him using me as ‘payback’, I don’t know Yelena. It just seems like an odd thing for him to say.” I look towards the ground, kicking the odd pebble I come across.
Yelena is about to reply before we hear Natasha raise her voice from behind us, “You haven’t seen Yelena or I in twenty years and you’re gonna ask me about you?” She says in a displeased tone.
Yelena and I turn around to see Alexei standing off to the side, “What is with this tension? Did I do something wrong?” He asks.
Yelena rubs at her forehead and releases a pitied laugh, “Is that a serious question?”
“Is he just referring to today or…” I add, wondering how Alexei could be so oblivious to his inappropriate ways.
“Oh because you’re so perfect, last I heard you were Dreykov’s most prized possession.” Alexei remarks.
“Ah, well he has a new toy he likes to send out on missions, I’m essentially worthless to him now.” I say, not wanting to get into the details of the Taskmaster.
Alexei raises an eyebrow at that piece of information, clearly being the first time he’s heard of this, “How the mighty fall” he says, causing me to shake my head in amusement.
He releases a sigh, before glancing between Natasha and Yelena, “I only ever loved you girls, I did my best to make sure you would succeed. To achieve your fullest potential; and everything worked out.” He proclaimed.
Natasha shook her head, tired of hearing Alexei’s words, “Everything worked out?” She questioned.
Alexei was quick to confirm this, highlighting that for Natasha something did work out for her in her life- however that was of her own making.
I decided to take a seat on the ground, knowing Alexei was going to go off on a tangent in concern with the past.
I start picking aimlessly at the grass whilst Alexei praises the efforts of Yelena for being one of the best assassins to come out of the Red Room and to Natasha for becoming an Avenger.
This causes me to wonder if this is what it’s like to have proud parents- another thing the Red Room deprived the Widows of.
I look up to see Alexei grabbing Natasha and Yelena’s arms, shaking them to emphasise his words, “Your ledgers must be dripping, just gushing red.” I smirk as I notice Yelena staring at her flopping arm in confusion.
Alexei finally pulls them both into a hug, telling them how proud he is of them.
However, Natasha firmly pushes away from him, looking at him in disgust- the things he’s most proud of are her worst nightmares about herself.
She scoffs as she storms straight past me, I watch her go past, wanting to comfort her but not really knowing how. I pick myself up as Alexei tightens his hold on Yelena, giving her a kiss on the head.
Yelena protests, “Okay, let go of me now, you smell really bad.” -Touching on the subject we discussed earlier.
I can’t help but smile as she makes her way over to me, causing her to playfully shove at my head before I can say anything. I link my arm through hers as we walk after Natasha.
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After about ten minutes of walking, the group is divided. Alexei and Natasha are up ahead- Alexei is desperately trying to plead his case to Natasha, explaining why she should embrace her past and not fear it.
Yelena and I are slowly trailing behind, not really up for Natasha’s sour mood, all thanks to Alexei.
As we’re walking I can hear Yelena humming a tune, whilst adjusting the bag in her hand. It takes me a few seconds to register what it is but I decipher it enough to join in, “So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.” I sing softly.
This causes Yelena’s gaze to shoot over to me, “You remembered?” She says with a giddy smile.
“Of course I do, you used to sing it to me when I had a nightmare, it always calmed me down enough for me to go back to sleep.” I say as I shove my hands in my pockets, focusing on the ground in front.
Yelena looks away in sadness, knowing how hard those times were for the both of us.
I look over and see the serious look on her face, so I decide to change that. I know the song means a lot to Yelena, so now we can make a new, happier memory with it.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and continue the song, “Drove my Chevy to the levee-“
“But the levee was dry.” Yelena finishes as she hooks her arm around my waist.
By now we were both singing, “Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing ‘This will be the day that I die’. This will be the day that I die!” We finish off in a fit of laughter knowing our singing could use some work.
We finish the rest of the song skipping behind Alexei and Natasha.
We don’t notice how Natasha looks behind at us, smiling at the way we interact so carefree, making each other happy.
Natasha stands still for a moment, causing Alexei to stop, she nods her head to signal for him to carry on- he does, placing his hands in his pockets and admiring the scenery.
We walk closer to her as she addresses Yelena, “Lena, go walk with Alexei and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
Yelena whines in protest, “Natasha-“
Natasha sends her a glare, causing her to huff in frustration and march her way towards Alexei.
I start to get nervous, wondering why Natasha wanted to get me alone. She matches my pace as she walks beside me, “You know, I never did thank you properly for saving her.” She says out of nowhere.
I look at her puzzled, hoping she’ll elaborate, “I always wanted to save Yelena, I thought about her every day I was out of the Red Room. She means more to me than life itself, I just have a funny way of showing it I guess.” She says as she smiles sadly at herself.
I use this as my moment to talk, “She loves you, you know. She talked about you every day when we were in the Red Room. Even when we were told to view you as the enemy she did nothing but praise you to me. Yes, she was hurt by your leaving but she thinks the world of you Natasha.” I look over to see her avoiding my gaze, she discreetly tries to cover her sniffles by clearing her throat in between.
“Well thank you for looking after her for me.” She says simply.
I smile gratefully at Natasha, “She’s like family to me, I’d do anything for her.”
Natasha looks at me with tear filled eyes, “I guess that makes you family to me too.”
My heart soars at this, not just from Natasha trusting me enough to open up but for her acknowledging her past ties to Yelena- If only she was this understanding at the gas station with Yelena.
We continue our journey in silence- well that is until Yelena and I have to swap places as she threatened to push Alexei down the hill if she had to walk one more step next to him.
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“Melina’s farm should be just down here.” Alexei announces.
Unbeknownst to us, we were being stalked by a sniper.
I stop, allowing Yelena to jump off my back from giving her a piggyback- to which I jokingly offered, not expecting her to actually take advantage of it.
I glance down at the scene ahead, spotting a small pig farm. It blends in well, not easily found by civilians.
I look over at Yelena, noticing her displaying a pout as she looks on.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask gently.
She shakes her head, trying to rid the tears starting to form, “This is going to be really hard.”
Before I can comfort her she walks forward with Natasha and Alexei, causing me to follow also.
As we near closer I spot the fences surrounding the farm, as I look along them to view what is contained within them I notice a woman holding a rather impressive sniper in her hands staring at us in conflict.
She studies each of our faces rigorously. When her eyes meet mine her features seem to harden. Though I was convinced I hadn’t met Melina, there’s something awfully familiar about her now that I see her up close.
I find myself looking away from her gaze out of fear. I stare at the grass surrounding the fence as I hear Alexei announce, “Honey, we’re home.”
I come to the realisation that I blocked her out for a reason.
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“Did anyone survive?” General Dreykov questioned me.
“No, General. I eliminated them all as per your request.” I reply in a monotone way.
“The files. Did you retrieve them?” He asks as he makes his way around the desk.
I nod, “Yes, I handed them over to a Guard as soon as I returned to base.”
General Dreykov claps his hands slowly, stopping in front of me, “Well done Lara, those files are vital to the next phase of our rise to power. Those worthless lives you took today, they were too naive to understand the power they had in their possession. We did them a favour. You’re dismissed, return to your chamber at once.”
“Thank you General.” I say as I salute him and make my way out of his office.
I march through the halls of the Red Room like a robot. My face shows no emotion, my mind is blank other than the screams of my victims replaying on a constant loop.
I am brought to a halt when a hand is placed on my shoulder.
I don’t dare look at who has stopped me, I just look forward, desperate to escape the reality I’m in.
I see the basic outline of a figure standing in front of me, tilting my jaw from side to side slightly to assess the damage from my mission.
“Come with me.” Is all I hear as I am guided to an unknown part of the facility.
By this point, I’m completely lost. I can’t register anything, not actions; not people; nothing. I put a mental, protective barrier up to process what I have just done to those innocent victims who were just trying to stop Dreykov from gaining more power than he already has.
Due to this, I don’t register as gentle hands rid me of my blood stained tactical suit, as they whisper several apologies for me having to go through this and wishing they could do more to help me. How those gentle hands run me a warm bath and help wash all the blood from my skin and hair- majority of the blood not being my own. The water now being tainted with blood of the victims of the Red Room. How the owner of these gentle hands cry as they trace the scars on my back from General Dreykov’s punishments.
I just sit there and stare at nothing.
Eventually they dry me off and dress me into a fresh, standard Widow suit- ready for training. As soon as they’re done, they inhale a deep breath of composure and state, “You’re dismissed Widow.”
The only part I do register is my salute and continuation of my march through the Red Room.
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I’m brought out of my daze when Yelena places a hand on me, causing me to flinch.
“Hey, hey Lara, we’re going inside. You okay?” She asks as she notices my panicked expression.
I nod wordlessly as I make my way towards the farmhouse.
My mind races with thoughts and questions, how will I tell Natasha and Yelena that Melina, their ‘Mother’ helped me in the Red Room in secret and it is only now that my mind is free that I have just realised it.
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