#possessive little shit *says in a very soft and loving tone*

[greeksorceress]

aegon favors lucerys over his own siblings and jacaerys. may it be because lucerys is actually almost a decade younger than him and aegon can treat him like a toy, as if the younger boy is nothing but a plaything for whenever he isn’t busy nursing cups of chasing skirts. whatever it might be, aegon always has little magic tricks prepared to sweep little lucerys’ mind off, and he would be the first (if not the only one) to be greeted when they all meet for training. 

helaena favors him, too. lucerys is a force to be reckoned with, with energy similar to the one of a storm. still, he’s the most patient with helaena, surprisingly. not only that, but he also understands her, truly understands her. he’s the only one who can keep up with helaena’s inscrutable words, and he would never oppose his sweet aunt when she asks for a dance (or the idea she has of one), or when she needs help hunting for certain species of insects until the sun sets in the horizon. 

of course jacaerys does, too. lucerys is his little brother, the first to be born after him. the kind of bond they share is yet to be matched by any set of members amongst their family. lucerys is jacaerys’ partner in crime, his other half, the heart of his thoughts and the brains behind his feelings. he would die for lucerys, and he would do it without hesitation. 

even daeron seems to seek lucerys more than he seeks the rest of them, for the letters that he sends to the second son of rhaenyra are always heftier in number and length than the ones he sends to his siblings. to his own mother. 

and then, there’s aemond. he doesn’t say it (he doesn’t need to, much to his own chagrin), but it’s clear as the summer skies that he prefers lucerys too. he basks in lucerys’ admiration and needs his attention like a sunflower yearns for the sun to feed it. he always answers any and all questions that lucerys’ inquisitive mind might come up with, and if he works harder both in the training yard and with the maesters looking for that very specific impressed look in lucerys’ eyes, well, that’s his business and his alone.

and when lucerys follows aemond around, desperately asking for his love and his time (blessedly unaware of how much aemond would actually give him), they all start speaking. soft mumbling here and there between servants that think are being subtle enough, and obvious jesting from the family members who don’t need to be coy. 

“aemond is lucerys’ favorite”

lucerys doesn’t care about no magic trick if aemond is there to talk about a new fable he learned in his lessons that day. lucerys doesn’t have time to chase bugs and dance in the sunlight if aemond says he’s going to help him with his sword training. and he has no time to admire jacaerys when aemond bests them all, even with the lack of a dragon, with such an ease (well practised, but lucerys doesn’t need to know that) that leaves little lucerys breathless.

for they are all right, and the satisfaction of the matter settles in aemond’s guts like a warm blanket. for he is, indeed, lucerys’ favorite. he’s the favorite’s favorite, and nobody can take that from him.

[toniiswrld]

only you ☆ p.sh

park sunghoon x reader

jealous gf and reassuring bf >>>

🎀 smut 1&+ MDNI , fem!reader , small joke ab violence, dom!hoon , oral (f) , unprotected sex , creampie , kinda soft but like a little possessive , pet names (princess , baby)

⭐️ wc. 1.6k

🎧 love between… kali uchis

“baby, you seriously can’t still be mad at me right now, we've been back home for an hour” sunghoon groans as he follows you into the living room, watching as you sit on the opposite end of the couch.

“um, yes i can. that girl was all over you in the store! and i was literally right there! i’ll be mad as long as i want,” you pout, arms folding over your chest in annoyance to your oblivious boyfriend.

“but how is that my fault? it’s not like i flirted back. i simply ignored her advances, which is what i’m supposed to do… so why are you mad?”

“that’s just the bare minimum, hoon. you’re supposed to say ‘my super hot amazing girlfriend would kill you if you thought i'd pick you over her’ and then you punch her right in the stomach” you smile, feeling like you made a valid point and hoping that sunghoon would take notes. he just looks at you shocked, not very amused by your statement.

“i love you, so much… but im not punching a woman in the stomach” he chuckles, and you pout again.

“i guess you don’t really love me then!” you get up from the couch, storming into the kitchen to get away from the male who clearly doesn’t understand the severity of the matter.

he follows close behind you, not liking your little jealous attitude and wanting you to know that there was nothing for you to worry about. you were looking in the cabinet for a snack when you felt sunghoon behind you, turning your body around so you could look at him.

“baby, i love you, and only you” his voice was serious, letting you know that he meant every word and he wasn’t playing around.

you lean backwards, body supported by your hands on the counter. you give sunghoon a challenging look, trying to keep your attitude intact while he stares you down. “mhm… prove it then”

he has you pressed against the kitchen counter now, hand holding your hips still while he grabs your chin and brings it up so he could press his lips on yours. it was soft, but full of emotion. you give into him so easy, dropping the jealous act the moment his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. his hand on your hip moves to your ass, gripping the flesh over your pants. you groan, pushing your body closer to sunghoons while you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and bites on the exposed skin until his mouth reached your chest. he pulled away from you, looking at how your eyes were hooded and lips swollen from his kissing and from you biting them.

he groped at your breasts with each hand, pinching your hard nipples through your tank top which made you help.

“hoon” you whine, letting your hands rest back onto the counter behind you while sunghoon played with your tits through your shirt.

“yes, princess?”

“want you,”

“tell me what you want,”

you bring your hand to his, grabbing onto him and guiding his hand down to where you needed him most. you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he doesn’t try to tease you further and he gives you what you want.

he slips his hand into your pants, shifting your panties to the side so he could drag a finger through your slit. you bite back a moan, watching as sunghoon looks down at you in awe.

“so wet already princess, a little kissing has you this desperate for me already, huh?” his tone was condescending as he slipped his middle and ring finger into your cunt, making you let out a choked out moan.

“shit, yes. want you so bad hoon, please” you move your hips up, grinding on his fingers. he hums, leaving a quick kiss on your lips before pulling his fingers out of you. before you could whine about the loss, sunghoon was turning you around and bending your body over the countertop. still not giving you a moment to process, he was hooking his fingers into the fabric of your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear. all you could do was gasp at the cold room air hitting your exposed core.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. wouldn’t even think of wanting another one” he spreads your legs apart, getting down on his knees so he could be face to face with your pussy. hands resting where your ass and thighs connect, he grips the flesh to pull your folds apart to see how wet you are. the contact had you moaning, hips moving in the air as if there was anything touching you. the way you were positioned, you couldn’t see what sunghoon was doing. so you had no choice but to wait for him to make a move.

that's when you felt his lips on you, kissing all around your inner thighs with wet lips. he licked, sucked, and bit on the skin, getting closer and closer to your cunt with every kiss. you knew it was coming, but you were still caught by surprise when you finally felt his tongue come in contact with your clit. grabbing onto whatever your hands could reach, you held on tightly to the edge of the counter to keep yourself from falling.

“s-sunghoon! fuck, baby it feels so good” you cry out when his flicks to your clit turn into sucks and you can feel his nose prodding at your dripping hole. he’d move up to collect all your juices on his tongue, then back to your clit. he had a mixture of saliva and your arousal dripping down his chin, but it didn’t matter to him because he had your legs shaking over him.

“taste so good, all for me?” he mumbles from under you, he’s spreading your folds open while he talks, blowing lightly onto your clit forcing a whimper from you. your body from the waist down was strained, clit throbbing, legs aching from how you were bent over and nearly on your tippy toes, and sunghoons grip on your thighs getting stronger.

“mmmhm, always for you hoon. ‘m gna cum” you felt the string in your stomach get closer and closer to snapping, feeling like you would explode at any moment.

with your little warning of your impending orgasm, sunghoons lips and hands were off of you. your eyes that were threatening to close now wide open, the ache in between your thighs coming back and you feel like you were going to cry. you tried to stand up so you could turn to sunghoon, but he was already a step ahead of you. he had pushed you back down onto the counter, grabbing both your hands in one of his and holding them in place on your back.

“sorry princess. want you cumming around my cock, mkay?” he was pulling his pants down with his free hand, freeing his cock from the tight feeling of it straining in his boxers. all you could do was nod, the moan that left your lips being taken as a yes before sunghoon was lining himself up with your entrance.

with a small push, he was sliding right into you with a hiss. you ball your fists up, not being able to hold onto anything while sunghoon stretches you open with his cock. once he bottoms out, he pulls out almost completely before pushing himself back in with a sharp thrust. you gasp, him repeating this action twice before he finds a rhythm. he moves fast, hand gripping onto your waist while he pistons his hips into yours.

“taking my cock so well princess,” he groans out, words coming out slurred as he tries to keep his pace. “shit baby, you’re so tight for me”

you could feel yourself getting close again, the way you were bent over had sunghoons cock hitting a spot deep inside you, making you let out choked sobs every time he thrusted into you.

“hoonie, baby please let me cum, m’so close” the words come out in between cries, and you feel the hand that was holding you up wrap around to rub messy circles on your clit. you felt like you were on fire, the stimulation becoming painful the closer you got to your peak.

“cum for me, make a mess all over my cock princess” with the delicious pressure of his fingers on your clit, you were cumming before he could even finish his sentence. your body spasmed, clenching hard on sunghoons cock as you subconsciously tried to push away from him. you couldn’t move much with the hold he had on you, and he kept his fingers on your clit while he finally reached his own orgasm, giving you a few more harsh thrusts before his hips stilled as his cum filled you up. you both moan out, out of breath and completely fucked out.

he releases his hold on your hands, letting them rest on the counter where your head lays, and he’s leaning over you to place a kiss on your shoulder.

“still mad at me baby?”

“i don’t know, you might have to prove yourself again in the shower”

A/N: first enha fic on this account 🤭🤭 i hope you guys liked it. more coming soon !!

reqs are open !! -> 🎀

[ellecdc]

I absolutely love love love your writing! I have a request if you’re up for it?

Can you write a possessive/ jealous wolfstar x reader. Reader is always wearing baggy clothes so when shes wearing a tight dress that hugs her curvy body for yule ball and the boys in school wont stop staring at her got remus and sirius very jealous?

thank you baby! and thank you for your request. it’s not a whole lot of jealousy, but this is my take on it; hope you like it!! 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who looks so good in a ballgown CW: no smut but mention of dicks/horniness, catcalling

There were some things that not many people knew but Remus did.

One thing not many people knew was that Sirius – in all his cool bravado – was the most sensitive person Remus knew. Sirius would cry during any and every movie, he once cried when he saw a baby chipmunk because it was ‘way too small, what the fuck?’, and those closest to Sirius knew that one must watch their tone lest the long-haired boy believe you were mad at him.

Another thing that not many people knew but Remus did was how fucking hot you were. And that’s not to say people didn’t know you were beautiful – your beauty was undeniable. 

But Remus (and Sirius) knew a secret.

Under the Hogwarts uniform? Under the boxy dress shirt, plaid pleated skirt, and woolen jumpers and cardigans, was one banging body. 

What helped keep this fact to be widely unknown was that when not in your uniform, you could usually be found in Sirius’ quidditch jersey, or Remus’ jumpers, or your own loosely fitting clothes. Your style was simple and understated, usually consisting of loose-fitting shirts and jeans or corduroys. Comfy, cozy, nondescript. It also helped that Sirius’ style was nearly the complete opposite – loud, demanding, and bold - so people spent most of their time ogling him. 

It seemed, however, that this secret would be revealed to all of Hogwarts tonight. 

“Holy shit.” Peter muttered under his breath as the Marauder’s stood dressed in their best awaiting their dates for the ball. You and Lily traipsed down the stairs in your heels and dresses whilst Peter was bombarded with various whacks to his arms and an ‘oi!’ or two from James, Sirius, and Remus.

But Peter was right, you looked fucking stunning. You were wearing a beautiful satin gown, the fabric spilling sinfully over your body like water and cascading to your ankles. Your shape and figure were further accentuated by the way the lights refracted off the shiny material, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was surprised to see how thin the straps were; there had to be some magic holding the gown to your body, surely.

Remus felt conflicted; he both wanted to throw you over his shoulder and rush back up to the dorms to ravish you and parade you around shouting ‘look at what this poor, scarred werewolf managed to pull!’.

There was one issue.

Sirius.

“What is she wearing!?” He whispered shouted to Remus.

“Pads, don’t upset her.” He murmured into his boyfriend’s ear. “Don’t make her feel self-conscious.”

Sirius let out a sound between a pained moan and a growl but nodded all the same.

You offered the boys a soft smile, shoulders migrating towards your ears proving to Remus that you were indeed feeling a little vulnerable.

“Hey beautiful!” Remus greeted you, taking your hand that adorned the charmed corsage Remus and Sirius had given you that matched the one’s pinned to their lapels and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Hi boys.” You smiled, looking between the two of them. “You look very nice.”

Sirius scoffed, and Remus prayed to every deity possible that Sirius kept his wits about him. “Not half as good as you, babe! Come on, give us a spin.”

Remus let out a sigh of relief whilst your shoulders migrated impossibly higher, though you obeyed Sirius’ demand, nonetheless.

Remus dick twitched embarrassingly in his pants, and based on the pained groan emanating from Sirius, he was sure his did too. Thinking about Sirius’ dick made his own dick twitch again; this was going to be a long night. 

“It’s not too much?” You asked sheepishly as you turned back to face them, embarrassment painting your features as you looked timidly between your two boyfriends. 

“No!” Sirius shouted, but his voice came out painfully high. “No.” He corrected, clearing his throat. 

“You look stunning, my love.” Remus said more eloquently. 

You smiled beautifully albeit shyly at the two boys before your moment was interrupted.

“Circe’s tits, L/N! Where’ve you been hiding that body!?” Barty Crouch Jr called as he let out a wolf whistle, either completely forgetting or ignoring the fact that he was walking arm-in-arm with his boyfriend who only offered his brother and his brother’s dates a simple eyeroll.

“Keep walking you fuckin’ wanker.” Sirius barked.

Remus’ heart clenched when he noticed you start to ring your hands together nervously.

“I don’t know... Lily told me to go with this one, but I have another dress upstairs – maybe I should-”

“Absolutely not.” Sirius cut you off, levelling you with a look that spoke no nonsense. 

“It would be a sin to deny the world of such a sight, love.” Remus encouraged pulling you towards him and massaging at your tense jaw with his thumbs. He hoped he was giving you his softest smile possible, and the way your own expression softened in response told him he had.

“Wear what you want, dollface; I can fight.” Sirius added, causing the two of you to break eye contact, looking over to see that he was already tying his hair up pre-emptively. Remus scoffed out a laugh and you whimpered a pained ‘Sirius...’. 

“Let’s go, sugar.” He said when he was done, winking at you teasingly. “Let’s show these tossers what they’re missing.”

Remus thought you looked nervous as you allowed Sirius to hook your arms together, though he didn’t know why. You didn’t have to referee Sirius’ tussles; Remus did.

[callsignfate]

Valeria Garza HC's

(These are random hc's in no particular order, I would say mainly relationship hc's. Enjoy)

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

♤She is and will use anything against you. Shorter than her? She's going to 100% use that against you. Scared of spiders or the dark? She will make fun of you for it. It will be in a slightly mean way, but its kinda her love language.

♤You can't tell me this woman isn't SMOOTH. She will say the most beautiful and flirtatious thing in Spanish.. even if you don't know Spanish.

♤If you don't know Spanish? She will speak to you in Spanish in hopes you'll slowly learn it. Not that it helps or teaches you. She will make fun of you for it.

♤She's very transparent when you guys first get together that you'll now be a target and that you are now basically her willing prisoner. She will take you out and do things with you, but only with her. She doesn't trust her men to keep you safe properly. 100% believes that if you need to get something done right, she has to do it herself.

♤This woman is in control. Take that as you will, but she is. She doesn't change that fact for anyone. Control makes her comfortable. You ask her to let you take the reigns? She will laugh at you and shut that down immediately. This woman gives off "fuck around, find out" and boy will you find out.

♤Valeria's bed is the bland. Two pillows and a bland blanket. This woman prioritizes function over everything else. Her room is bland too. Barely any furniture and MAYBE a TV (that is covered in dust because she never uses it.)

♤She. Is. Possessive. She doesn't have to leave hickeys or anything on your skin. She doesn't have to. Her men know who you are and that you are hers. Do not try to leave hickeys on her skin. She will not be happy. She 100% feels like they are something horny teenagers do.

♤Valeria's way of showing love is picking on you endlessly. If she sees you actually struggling, she's not stupid and will tone it down or stop. She can be loving and soft if needed, although you tell anyone, and she will deny it.

♤She obviously has an attitude. A big attitude. She wins most arguments 100%. She might compromise by letting whatever you argue about happen if she thinks on it and realizes she was in the wrong. Do not expect her to admit she was wrong. She will take that shit to the grave.

♤ Hate someone? Don't tell her about it. She would kill for you. Once she loves you, she will move heaven and earth for you. Devoted. This woman would be DEVOTED to you.

♤She knows your insecurities and won't make fun of them, but she will tell you in her own way that she likes them. Now, if you're ever insecure about your relationship or worried that one of her men likes her? She would 100% degrade that person and tell you how much she genuinely doesn't like them or hates them.

♤She knows what she does to you. She loves to know you're obsessed with her in every way. She will 100% figure out every little thing about you and what you like about her and use it against you in any way possible.

♤I feel like she struggles to say that she loves you. You say it? She will 100% say "and I, you" or something to get around saying the exact words. I feel like she may say it in Spanish.

♤Nicknames? All of them are somehow mean in a loving way. All of them are in Spanish as well. If they make you melt, she will only call you by them. (Will call you idiot in Spanish as a nickname)

♤She can cook, and she likes to on days that weren't particularly long or busy (which is rare). If you know how to cook, and you cook for her, she will eat it. She will tell you things that were wrong with it if she finds any.

♤Valeria is blunt. Straight to the point. She will tell you if you are doing something wrong, call you stupid, laugh at you, then she will call you a cute nickname and help.

♤Do you wanna dress up for something or some reason? Go right ahead. She won't. She will wear the same style and type of clothes. Pants and a shirt. I feel like she 100% feels more comfortable and confident in pants and a shirt. I think she almost prefers it because she needs to make sure she's ready for anything.

[kissesforsatoru]

MINE FOREVER | wc: 1.1k

BONTEN! SANZU HARUCHIYO x GN! READER

₊˚⌗ after a bad argument with sanzu, you try to leave him. he doesn’t take it very well. or sanzu’s yandere awakening

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violent thoughts, violent outbursts, threatening violence, choking, mentioned murder, possessive behavior, a lot of cussing, reader is in love with sanzu but vv scared of him, sanzu doesn’t really understand his emotions, comfort??? maybe??? it’s up to interpretation i guess, somewhat soft sanzu

"haruchiyo, you're being mean," you say while looking up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. your voice sounds so raw when you speak his full name, cracked and broken from all of the crying you've been doing, but no doubt the way he's been treating you attributes to the defeat in your tone.

he looks at you with an indecipherable expression, but inside of his head he's overwhelmed by thoughts assaulting him all at once at full force. mean? he's being... mean??? something about the word catches haruchiyo off guard. he's used to you screaming at him that's he's an asshole, a heartless monster, and anything else that dehumanizes and villainizes him in the worst ways, but you've never called him fucking mean before. what the hell does that even mean, and why does it hurt so fucking much to hear that coming from you? his hand reaches up hesitantly to rub at his chest where his heart is, irritated that it won't stop thumping painfully against his ribcage.

"what did you honestly expect from me, angel? i'm a murderer. murderers aren't exactly fucking nice you know," he spits, rolling his eyes. he immediately regrets it. why does he regret it?

a weak noise falls from your lips and the pang in haruchiyo's chest thrums faster, harder; he's now digging his nails into his skin with an angry growl, uncaring of if he starts to bleed. no wound, not even ones from knives or bullets, hurt as badly as whatever the fuck it is that he's experiencing right now. it's excruciating, and annoying.

you laugh, dry and bitter, "yeah, what did i expect?" you whisper under your breath just loud enough for haruchiyo to hear. you aren't agreeing with him, that much haurchiyo understands. you're questioning why the hell you're even with a crazy bastard like him.

he wants to strangle you for being so snarky, watch you struggle and beg for his fucking forgiveness for causing such a big fucking problem for no fucking reason; you should expect only bad from haruchiyo by this point, so why bother bringing up all the things he does wrong? but... sanzu doesn't move to put his hands on you even a little bit—something is stopping him. he doesn't know what.

"haruchiyo," you call, sniffling and biting back a sudden onslaught of tears, "this isn't working out."

another pang, and now a sudden feeling of restlessness itches at him along with it. shit, did he take a new drug and fucking forget about it or something? what the hell is going on with him?

"what?" he growls, finally taking a step towards you. you flinch, closing your eyes as you look away. haruchiyo ignores it despite the fact that, again, his heart aches and pounds and practically cries out in pain with the way it's beating so fucking loudly that the sound rings incessantly in his ears. 

he takes three more steps before he's right in front of you, bending down a bit so that he's face to face with you sitting on the couch. "you wanna fucking repeat that for me, sweetheart?" he hisses. you flinch again, leaning back a little bit so that he's not so close to you. you're shaking, which almost makes him smirk, but he's honestly too pissed off to really find any sort of amusement in your fear right now.

"this isn't working out, haruchiyo. i can't do this anymore," you whimper pathetically. a sob slips past your lips when haruchiyo slams his hand on the couch beside you.

"that's really too fucking bad. you're not leaving me," he snarls, pushing you down onto the couch and crawling over you to pin you under him. you whimper again when you feel his hand on your throat, right at the juncture of your neck and jaw, squeezing with enough force to be threatening, but not painful. he watches as you sob uncontrollably, hiccupping and choking on tears that slip between your pursed lips.

"haruchiyo, please," you barely are able to say through the scratchiness of your voice that cracks under each word, "you're scaring me. you always scare me, i—i can't live being scared all the time." you try to reason with him, but haruchiyo isn't a reasonable person in the least bit. he clicks his tongue.

"you're fucking mine. you belong to me; do you understand me? you don't get to leave me because of a stupid fucking reason like that. you don't get to leave ever." he squeezes on your throat tighter, still not tight enough to hurt you, but your hands instantly shoot up to grab at his wrist anyway. he doesn't try to push you off because you aren't a threat to him; he can easily overpower you and for that reason he lets you have your semblance of security.

"i asked you a fucking question, y/n, you better fucking answer me," he urges, leaning down closer to you to you to nip at your cheek in warning. you gasp and whine at the feeling and clamber to muster up a reply that will satisfy him in your fearful, anxiety ridden state.

"mhm, yes– yes, i understand, haru," you manage to get out, and you hope the nickname you always call him will help you to soothe him, reassure him enough for him to ease up and let go of your neck.

he looks down at you for just a few seconds that feel like hours under his intense gaze, and then, "good. don't you ever try to pull that shit with me again or i will break your fucking legs so you can't even dream of leaving me," he warns, letting go of your throat. he doesn't move off of you though; instead, he dips down and his tongue presses into your skin to tenderly lap at the tears that are still pitifully slipping down your cheeks, humming at the salty taste. you breathe out a sigh of relief and lay limply under him, allowing him to do with you what he pleases.

when he's done, haruchiyo lowers himself onto you all the way and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his body. he kisses at your cheek and jaw sweetly, and you hate to admit that the action lulls you, calms you down and makes you feel safe again—haruchiyo has that effect on you, unfortunately.

the pain in haruchiyo's heart has dissipated, and he feels at ease knowing you no longer wanna leave him. he realizes he would die if he ever let you go and he's going to make damn fucking sure that you don't.

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[icannotpickanamewtf]

The Day The Music Died (Part Two)

(PART ONE)

Possessive!Spot x femSpider!Reader & Possessive!Miguel x femSpider!Reader

Summary: Spot looks for you + you are not up for chatting. Things happen. Shit goes down.

Warnings: Cursing/Sexual themes. Angst. Dark!Spot. Maladaptive behavior.

From that day on, your very first customer, was guess who?

The fucking weirdo.

Every morning he’d come in and pull the same shit. 

Saying to open the register, the he was going to rob you, that he was going to hurt you, blah blah blah.

You honestly could not find it funnier. 

But he had a little complex about your teasing, so just to ensure the safety of the Parkers, you kept it down to a minimum. 

Which wasn’t that helpful.

Part of you even looked forward to his little dramatic entry, he reminded you of a puppy. 

It was a morning like any other, Peter in the back, Mr. Parker in his office, and you dealing with an inter dimensional supervillain that seemed hellbent on terrorizing you. 

This time, you felt a bit more generous with others so you kept your snark under control a little. You loved the fall weather that broke out in New York during September. Especially that you could dress in comfy long-sleeved sweaters. Man-made heat was the fucking dream.

“Why can’t you just let me rob you!” Spot seemed to rely on whining a lot more nowadays. 

“‘Cause that’s not as fun.” You always had a straight face and harsh tone, and you could tell that Spot had adapted to your absence of emotion. 

“Please! Please, just let me rob you this once!” 

You stayed silent as you looked at him in a daze. Spot’s confidence seemed to have increased as he got much <em>much</em> closer to you over the time he decided to target your little shop. 

Now he towered over you as he leaned over the counter. 

Was it bad that you kinda liked his height?

His weirdness was definitely rubbing off on you. 

But it made you feel something at the very least.

“Coffee? Yes or No.”

You had never bothered to ask with his constant banter, but like you said earlier, you were feeling generous. 

Spot seemed a bit flustered at your question and stuttered a bit before finally finding his words again. 

“Oh–Oh! Yes! Absolutely yes! I used to love coffee, more than tea really…Well…the thing is…I–I guess I liked it with two creams and one sugar? Four shots of espresso. Whipped cream too.” He leaned over the display as you turned your back to him to make a coffee. 

“Are you–Are you making me coffee?”

You only gave a soft noise before continuing on with your work. Soon enough, you held his exact order in your hand. 

“Shut up, please.” You thrusted the coffee into his hand, letting him wrap his hands around your right hand that held his coffee. 

Spots large palms engulfed yours completely, but for real. Like you literally could not see a bare centimeter of your hand underneath his. 

He seemed to notice with how he lingered with both of his hands onto of yours. You could even say he seemed enraptured and pleased with this new found discovery. 

“I can’t move my hand. Let go.” You were still as straightforward as always.

If he had a face, you would bet it would definitely be blushing. 

“My bad! Sorry..uh…was thinking about–villain things.” He was totally lying. 

“Yeah. Sure.” 

Spot still seemed out of his element. “Hey…I don’t have any money I can’t–“ 

“I wasn’t expecting you to pay. Don’t.” You couldn’t care less. Really. 

“Oh. Oh, thanks.” Spot relaxed and took a sip of his coffee, 

or more like poured it into his face hole. 

He made a moan to indicate how good it tasted. 

That--was…uhm…a surprise. 

Spot didn’t even realize the effect or what that noise sounded like and just kept telling you thank you between sips of coffee. 

“Don’t drink too fast. You’ll get sick to your stomach.” You weren’t worried, but you didn’t want to have to deal with radioactive–or whatever the fuck he was made out of–throw up on the floor. 

He nodded shyly as he slowed down to enjoy his coffee more. 

“Seriously…thank you. This–This is the first time anyone has…” Spot trailed off as he whispered thanks <em>again.</em>

You knew what he was going to say, so you didn’t let him finish. 

“Ok.” That was enough talking and being open for today. 

“I’m sorry for trying to rob you all this time. Would you–Do you…Do you maybe want to–“ 

Nope. Nope, you were not going to do this. You were feeling generous and this is what you get. Of–fucking–course. 

The bell chimed behind him, causing him to freeze mid sentence. 

Thank god for that annoying door for once. 

“Bye.” 

“Well! Wait–I was thinking–“ 

You literally just stepped back and pretended to check on Peter in the kitchen. You did not want to deal with--with whatever this was.

When you peaked over to see if Spot was still there, you only saw the new customer examining the muffins that lined up behind the glass. 

Walking back out, you looked at the countertop and saw a tiny folded up napkin. A note.

Nope. Nope.

You threw it out before you could think twice. 

–––––––––

The next day, when you groggily woke up from your totally amazing sleep last night--

about three hours at best,

you immediately noticed the heatwave that dripped through your body followed by an unreasonable amount of exhaustion. 

Oh, a breakdown and a cold. 

Yay.

You groaned as you rolled off the safety of your bed and picked up your phone. You called Mr. Parker. 

Mr. Parker said your name softly over the phone as you grunted out a brief hello and a quick explanation to why you weren’t coming into work, saying you were on your period. 

These…lapses…always made you more snappy and sad. Way too sad to deal with customer service.

So, you would prefer to keep your sanity and lock up inside. 

Mr. Parker was more than understanding and you could hear him shouting for Peter to man the counter for the day while he offered to work in the kitchen.   

You ended the call before he could even say goodbye and flopped back into your bed. You forgot all about Spot when your head hit the pillow and the soft fabric of your silk pajama top chilled your scalding heat.  

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Spot walked into Collin’s Coffee. This time, he was going to ask her. Nothing could stop him. Hell, he was a supervillain.

What if she was secretly horrified with how he looked and just didn’t tell him?

No! She was obviously fine with that. She didn’t even flinch when he attempted to rob her for the first time a few months ago. 

Should he be concerned about that?

Too late, since he was already turning the familiar knob to enter the whimsical shop. Spot had to duck in order to fit through the door due to his height. His distorted size was one of his big stand-out features.

Your hand beneath his, covered by the pale expanse of his skin. Clutched around a coffee made for him. He could feel your small knuckles and rough callouses from being burnt from coffee machines. They were soft, natural. They felt perfect in his.

Spot looked up and almost immediately threw out his same old greeting. Expecting to see your dead-faced glare. 

Your lips looked soft, plump. He wondered what it would feel like to touch them. What it would feel like to have them on him. You always were honest and spoke to the point. What did you look like flustered? Would you shake under him? Would you hold him? Would you--

You weren’t there. 

Some kid with brown hair stood in your spot, eyes wide and jaw unhinged as he stared at Spot. 

What?

“Who are you?–“

“What are you?–“ They both said at the same time. 

It was the echoing silence that followed that left pinpricks in his skin(?). Where were you? 

“Where is she?” Spot asked after a few moments of awkward staring. 

“Are you talking about–“

Spot was starting to panic. Who was this kid? Where were you?

“Yes. Where is she.” Static started to seep into his voice and boom throughout the tiny coffee shop. 

“Woah! She’s–She’s at home!” The boy clutched the counter as waves of energy swamped him. 

“Write down her address, please.” Did that sound creepy? Maybe…but Spot needed to know that you were okay. 

You were the only normal, constant, thing in his life left. This was completely reasonable.

“What? No! You–“ The boy, or his name tag said Peter, began to object.

”Now. Address.” Spot started to leer over Peter, intimidating him with the pure strength he held behind his voice. 

Peter hastily scribbled down your house number and handed it over with shaky palms. Spot just took it from him and used a portal to travel to the door of your apartment. 

Hopefully you were alright. 

He could take care of you if you weren’t. 

This was him caring after his…well…his….

You never told him what you guys were. 

Friend?

Yeah. Friends. Like a partner in crime. 

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A few knocks racked your wooden door, causing you to wake up for the second time that day. 

You were not in the mood to walk the whole six feet to the front door. So you didn’t.

“–Hello? I’m coming in!” 

Was that…was that Spot?

Before you could even stop him, a black dot appeared in front of your bed and out came Spot. 

“Oh! There you are! You weren’t at work so I–“

Your pajamas consisted of a baby blue silk short-sleeved Macy’s pajama top and skimpy white lace panties that were decorated with Lillies of the valley. 

You weren’t even wearing a fucking bra. 

“Spot. I’m on my period. Relax and shut up. Leave.” You were too exhausted to even question how he knew your address.

“But do you need anything? I could–“

“I am half naked.”

This seemed to snap Spot out of his 'nanny mode' and into his 'flustered grown man mode.' But he didn’t even have the audacity to pretend to look away. 

“Oh! Oh…my bad, sorry. Yep--very sorry.” After looking at you for a bit too long of a time after you admitted your current state, he turned his whole body away from you. 

“Get out of my house. Bye.” Sure, it was a little meaner than you intended, but you genuinely were starting to get a headache. 

“No.”

“What?” You were stunned. 

What did he just say? 

Spot the blushing virgin, 

Spot the failed robber, 

the same Spot that wrung his hands together when you tease him said–

 no?

“I said no.”

Huh. So he grew some balls. But just not at the right fucking time.

“Did you not hear me. I said get the fuck out.” You allowed yourself to be a little more mean. You were starting to get annoyed. 

“You're annoying me. Leave.” 

“No. You are sick. I can take care of you. Just–“ Spot tried to reason with you, even approaching the bed that you laid on. 

“Come near me and I’ll sock you in the face.” You were done being nice. You hated being 'sick.' 

You especially hated it when others saw you 'sick.' 

You were vulnerable when you were 'sick.'

Spot wasn't having it. “Just let me help. I can get you some soup–like chicken noodle or something?”

Shut up.

“I’m vegetarian.”

Please just leave me alone.

“Then vegetable soup! I can steal some soup from the–“

Shut up.

“Don’t.”

Shut. The fuck. Up. 

“It’ll be super easy, I can just teleport–“

“Shut up. Please.” You were so confused. Why was he so adamant on this?

“Just go home.” You flipped so you no longer faced him and closed your eyes. Ignoring the problem always made it go away. 

It was silent.

Fucking finally. 

But weirdly enough, when the echo of silence fell over your room like a weighted blanket, it felt like a stone landed in your gut. 

You felt…guilty. 

Taglist: @arachnagirl--spidergirl

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

King thor (mcu thor) is stressed from his duty as king and avenger so his queen of midguard, reader (not actually a queen of midguard, but she is human who used to work as shield nurse and has a healing power) decided to release his anger and stress on her! Hard core fuck, suck nipple, blowjob, doggy style, sucking pussy, daddy, other positions style

How Kings Release

Thor paces your shared bedroom back and forth with long agitated strides. The pressure of becoming king has more than shredded any semblance of patience he possessed and often sent him to the realm of pure fucking insanity. He honestly didn't know how much more he could take before he snapped.

Pressures of keeping his kingdom safe weighed heavily on Thor, and he's not afraid to admit that he worries for his people. Unfortunately his concern usually translates to internal rage and he needs a fuckin stress reliever. He'll just never speak that little fact out loud.

You're unaware of Thors surly reflective state and unluckily take this moment to enter the room. Hes not facing you but his perturbed treading comes to a halt. Since youre only there to change your royal robes, you only glance at Thor, giving a warm loving smile to his backside before heading to your huge walk in closet. You undress as you speak to your unknowingly fuming husband.

"My king, you're needed in the prison chambers. Something about Loki needing a word with you."

You're clothes hit the floor, pooling around your ankles when you hear a thunderous pound on the wall behind you. The noise obviously startles you, makes you jump as you turn around bewildered. Your round heavy tits swing a bit as you look at him. He's facing you now, taking you in unabashedly.

Thor wordlessly gazes at your naked frame intensely. His silent brooding demeanor is starting to make you anxious. What the hell was goin on?

"Did something happen, Thor? Are you al-,"

Your inquiry clips short as he stalks towards you, still refusing to say a single word. You kinda wanna make a run for it but the way he's looking at you seems to dare you to take a single step and your not sure you want to take that chance. Your feet are rooted to the spot as he approaches, looking you up and down like a piece of damn meat. He hums a short sound of appreciation of everything he can see and fuckin KNOWS your body has to offer. His tongue flicks out to lick over his bottom lip as he continues to stare at your curvy naked body. Shit, you smell so God damn good to him.

"Thor-"

Your husband's large warm hand wraps firmly around your throat and you shut the fuck up promptly. It's about now that you're finally aware of your warrior's very tense disposition. He steers you towards the bed by your neck, makin you walk backwards till the back of your legs hit the soft midnight blue plush blankets. He brings his face close to yours, your noses almost touch, finally addressing you with a tone that was deadly low.

"Call me that again and you'll fuckin regret it."

Thor is seething.. And you have no idea why. Your heart is pounding at his behavior and when his hand clutching you becomes a bit more malleable on your neck, you might have an inkling of what's comin next. Even though your starting to get wet at his treatment, you hope to hell you're not limping afterwards for the entire damn kingdom to see this time.

"If I hear you call me anything besides who the fuck I am to you, I'll wreck that pussy way more than I intend to. A warning for you My Queen: this is not the time for your usual bratty, disobedient behavior. "

Thor pushes you to the bed, eagle-eyes focused on the way tits and thighs jiggle as you hit the bed with a soft plop. He kneels, pushing your legs open roughly as he examines your glistening folds. His fingers spread your pussy lips, relishing in the way the pink of you throbs for him. It makes his fat lengthy dick perk up even more in anticipation.

His cock lays heavy behind his clothing, so damn rigid and engorged. Thor's dick drips small drops of precum and it makes his underwear feel warm and sticky. Not even aware of when his dick got hard, all he can contemplate is taking his emotions out on your poor unsuspecting body.

"Now, I'm gonna suck and lick my pretty little pussy till you cum. Afterwards, I'm gonna fuck you however I want until my balls are drained. Understand?"

Thor doesn't bother to wait for answer as he pins back both of your thighs in each of his hands and dives in. Spearing your wet pussy with his stiff tongue, the king basks in your taste as his crown tips off of lengthy blonde flowing waves. He's moaning and groaning at the flavor of you bursting inside his mouth. Continuously stabbing at your pussy, Thor grips your thighs harder and pulls you closer to his mouth.

You have to grip the bed with tight balled fist as he attacks your little puss. Your breath puffs out in desperate little pants as he gives instant blindingly good pleasure. Your h/c hair fans out on the bed like a halo surrounding you while thrash wildly. You know better than to push him away so you do nothing but endure the intense sensations invading your overwhelmed fluttering pussy.

"Ooooohmyking! My King! Pleeeease! Ohgodohgodohgod! I c-ca-.. I can't!"

You hope your fuming husband takes pity on you and slows down but your wanton cries have the opposite affect. He sets your right leg on his shoulder and brings a hand down to thumb at your throbbing clit, pressing firm quick circles that have you gasping for air. You yank at you comforter but it does nothing to help with the feeling of him fuckin his tongue into you as hard and fast as he can. White sparks flash behind your tightly closed eyes as he forces you to take what he gives you.

Thors mouth, beard and chin are soaked. The smell of you, your passionate shrieks, and sight of your shuddering body makes his dick wanna spurt. He presses himself against the bed as he eats you like he'll never see you again. He can tell you're getting close, needs you to be as wet as possible cause when he gets inside you, he's gone beat ya pussy up till his hearts content.

"Ohfuuuuuck! Ah, ah aaahgod! Love you! I love you Daddy! Loveyou, loveyousofuh-uckinmuch!"

He knows damn near the entire castle can hear your wails bounce of your walls of your room and through the open window. Should let up some cause you'd be embarrassed as hell if you knew but he couldn't muster to find a single ounce of a fuck to give as he removes his tongue and give a vigorously resistant suck on your clit.

"St-st-o-op! Ple-! St- AH! Thoooor!! Pleeeease!"

Thor thinks the arch that snaps your back is so fuckin pretty as you cum fast and hard against his mouth. It's a damn miracle the bedspread doesn't rip between your fingers from your deranged tugging as you blast his mouth and chin with a heavy dose of your love. With eyes still shut, you beg for it to end but its a laughable concept to your mean ass man as he doubles down on his sucking.

Your now wordless screams make his ears ring and dick attempt to bust free. He pulls off with a POP! only to latch back, nursing at your sensitive little button ferociously.

The fervid sensation makes you kick at him and you actually manage to free your self. You think you'll take your chances of escape as you twist onto your belly and make a very sorry attempt at scrambling over the bed. Your knees are too shaky and your legs wobble, your poor pussy still pounding with overstimulation.

Thor can't believe his fucking eyes, not only had he peeped you calling him by his first fuckin name, here you were trying to make the weakest escape attempt he had ever witnessed. It actually made him laugh out loud, first in disbelief and then malevolence. Aight if that's the way you were gone play, he'd show you wassup. BET.

Your tyrant of a husband hastily pulls his stiff long dick out from under his kingly attire, pumping it quickly from tip to base as he snatches you back by your ankle. You're sobbing and flailing but Thor hardly gives you a chance to fight back. He briefly lets go of his cock to seize your hips upwards and grab a handful of your hair. Your impaled on his length before you can even think to beg for his forgiveness.

"FUUH-UUCK!" Your king's boisterous roar of satisfaction definitely beats your stuttering howl.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as he digs into you more than halfway. He has to pause and revel in your lava hot snug little pussy already trying to milk the fuck outta him. You're uncontrollably clenching around his girth and its sending him to fucking Valhalla.

His next thrust takes him to the hilt as you wheeze for air. Thor utilizes his grip in your hair to pull you back to meet his powerful thrusts. The booming slaps of his pelvis crashing against your juicy jiggling ass cheeks as proof of his earlier promise to wreck you if disobeyed. You suck air into your lungs desperately, finally able to pitifully wail at his reckless treatment of your body.

You wanna beg him to slow down, plead with Thor to stop; at least just a small break from the havoc he was wreaking between your thighs. But you can't, don't even realize that your tongues hangs from between your lips uselessly as he despicablely fucks you without a hint of concern.

"Shoulda- dammit sooo tight! Fuuuck! Sh-shit, shoulda listened to me y/n." He leans down, pulling you back further to speak at your ear.

"You never listen. Actually thought I'd l-let your bad ass get away? Think Daddy's gonna h-have to stop taking it so e-easy on you."

He slaps each of your ass cheeks, admiring the way your radiant brown skin ripples from the impact before both hands wrap around your slender neck. He's bucking and riding you hard as tears stream down your face from the immense pressure in your gut. Your nothing more than a doll for him at this moment and the sentiment makes him squeeze a bit at your neck which in turn has your pussy attempting to strangle his cock.

Dammit, Thor wants to fuck you longer but with the week he's had he should be greatful he ain't explode inside your magic pussy on the first stroke. His balls draw up tight against his body and your tough ass husband actually whimpers as his cock starts to spasm. He's quick to rip his dick from your abused little puss, turn you to face him and push you to your knees.

Your dazed, beyond confused, as you rapidly try to blink tears from lashes and clear your blurry vision. Your most definitely not expecting or prepared for Thor to bully his spasming wood between your lips. He stares down at you with a dilated piercing gaze and lets loose massive torrents of cum as he shouts your name exuberantly.

"..aaaaah FUCK! Y/n, y/n! Oh f-fu- Gods help me! Sofuckingooood y/n! Haaah.."

You never had a fucking chance in hell! His cum gags you as you cough harshly around his dick. Try as you might to pull back from the onslaught, he easily holds you in place while he humps his dick in your mouth ruthlessly. The muscles in his torso flex erratically, and he shouts estatically as he busts a fierce ass nut.

By the 4th spurt of Thor's copious cum, he's slides in till your nose presses against his short dark blonde public hair. 'He smells like the flower soap on the the 4th floor' your mind supplys foggily as he spurts again, this one going straight down your throat.

Thankfully his streams lose volume by the 6th gush into your warm cavern but it's almost impossible to breathe as his cock chokes you. Trickles of his thick white liquid leaks from the corner of your mouth as he finishes releasing into your over stuffed jaws.

His saltiness assaults your senses and your chest burns with the need to take a real breath. Your arms now hang limply at your sides, eyes half closed as you helplessly wait for your king to release you.

Your freshly done make up runs from your watery eyes down your cheeks, smearing with the cum that streams down your chin. Splashes of Thor's warm milk decorates your chocolate skin in blotches and the sight makes his slowly softening dick twitch with interest. He takes a mental picture before pulling his dick out of throat slowly and relinquishing his grip.

You fall back against the bed flaccidly with a pathetic hum as his eyes follow the rivers of his release now dripping down your perky tits and tummy to your trembling thighs. You stare at the wall unfocused as your chest heaves. You can't think.. Can't move.. You can't speak.. Just how he likes it after a session.

"Fuuuuck.. I needed that, Woman."

He ducks down to retrieve his crown, tucking his dick back into his clothes as he smirks at your pliable, relaxed state. Thor wipes at the sweat on his face with his sleeves as he reluctantly turns and heads for the door, leaving you on the bedroom floor still trying to catch your breath. He'll be back to run you a hot bath and hopefully slide in some round 2. For now, time to deal with Loki..

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So let’s get into it.

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Part Two, "A Lack Of Climax In Act Three" is here!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Don’t Mean The Nasty Shit I Said.  

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day really. 

Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billy’s, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet. 

It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didn’t, and you just listened.

“I’m not saying there isn’t any merit in analysis but I don’t care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?” 

You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, “Why couldn’t the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckin’ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.” 

Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, “I hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?”

Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"

"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isn’t personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"

"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."

You squeeze Billy’s hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.

Hmm. Cute.

Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and you’d see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.

Both gave a wave as they called out, “Say hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?”

You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, “Yeah of course. Bye boys!” 

Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidney’s driveway, one word muttered under your breath, “Idiots.”  If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.

They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didn’t weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minute’s time you were waltzing into Sidney’s bedroom.

You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said,  “See, there she is.”

Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, “Hey gorgeous.” 

Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, “Hi.” She flipped the magazine closed then asked, “Took you long enough, what happened?” 

You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. “Hey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just don’t shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.”

A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blonde’s eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatum’s lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidney’s forehead. “Forgive me?”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.” Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, “So all is forgiven?”

She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, “Yeah, yeah all’s forgiven.”

You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, “Thank you.” A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.

“Besides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?” Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.

The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular ‘hobby’ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.

Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billy’s family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, “Well when do we start?”

Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You weren’t sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.

Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like you’d ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billy’s dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidney’s dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sid’s mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?

Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, “If she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking family” made sense to her. 

Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but “-she looked and squealed like one too.” 

Tatum joined in to tell you that, “It was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.”

The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomis’ death it was onto the next phase of the plan. 

Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasn’t easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.

Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldn’t stand it, couldn’t tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billy’s face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.

Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didn’t last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.

You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.

Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomis’ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.

Not you.

You hadn’t known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didn’t need much convincing.

The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidney’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. “I hate when you smell like him.”

Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatum’s again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.

Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.

You loved it too.

“What are you gonna do about that?” You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, “Ooh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.”

You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, “Oh I bet.”

Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatum’s tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didn’t get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.

Sidney’s hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, “Hate his stupid fucking cologne.”

Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, “God, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."

Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidney’s joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.

Sidney’s hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.

“What’d they have to say this time?” Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidney’s hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.

“Nothing interesting-” Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, “-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.”

Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“I don’t know how you put up with it.” Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, “I dunno how WE put up with it back then.” 

She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, “Truly, what would we do without you?”

You couldn’t help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, “Just be glad you don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, “You down for some practice?”

Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, “God yes, please?”

“So eager.” You could hear the slight smirk in Sidney’s tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.

You might be wondering what ‘practice’ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?

It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then ‘lose your virginity’ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.

Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, “Feels good right?”

You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, “You’re paying attention right?”

Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldn’t be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. “Mmm good.”

Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. “Fuck-” 

You breathed it out against Tatum’s lips and she pulled back, praising you, “Yeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.”

You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidney’s tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, “If you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.”

So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.

It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.

You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you weren’t about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.

The time you were sitting on Tatum’s face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, “Be honest Tate, fuck, how’s Stu’s tongue?”

Your curiosity was something that you couldn’t shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.

She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, “Honestly?”

You replied with a small smile, “Honestly.”

A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, “Overrated.”

She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, “It’s a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Don’t hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.”

You loved when she was so harsh.

Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ‘rehearsal’ and Sidney’s hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, “-guys love that shit.”

Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, “Look at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.”

Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, “Seriously, have you seen how hot she is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.”

Christ when she talked like that it did something to you. 

Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.

The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, “Sid?”

She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, “Yes, honey?” That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood. 

Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, “Tell me about it again?”

A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didn’t stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, “Oh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?”

Tatum’s hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sid’s bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.

“Want me to shit-talk Billy “I-think-my-dick-is-God’s-gift-to-women” Loomis, huh?” She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.

Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, “Yes! Please?”

“Anything for you.” She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldn’t hide her own smile as she said, “Oh this’ll be good.”

“Want me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?” Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Sidney’s grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldn’t be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.

“Want me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all “Ooo I don’t wanna hurt you” talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-” Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, “-at best?”

“Fuck babe tell us how you really feel.” Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.

They could be so mean and you adored it.

Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, “If you want her to keep going you better start sucking, they’re probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.”

A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, “Make eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?”

A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, “Shit. That is good. You play the part so well, they won’t know what hit them”

Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, “You’ll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.”

“Actress? Try porn star.” Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldn’t clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine. 

But they weren’t the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatum’s chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, “Something happened with them today.”

You didn’t wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier. 

Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, “You and Stu mean so much to me I…I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That I’m not doing this alone, you’ve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.”

He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldn’t have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.

You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.

It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving. Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.

“You should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.” Your mouth was on Sidney’s thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, “He’s so weak.”

No this wasn’t perfect.

You were.

They were the ones who couldn’t believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.

As your tongue stroked up over Sidney’s leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, “I love you both so much.”

Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?

You’d never, ever fake it.

[elvisabutler]

you're just too good to be true

summary: after a hard day for both you and your sugar daddy, a little praise on both your ends is needed. rating: m, but a very soft m. pairing: austin butler ( sugar daddy variation ) x f reader word count: 1076. warnings: fingering. sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic. talk about exhaustion. minor elements of controlling behavior but not quite? faintly implied age difference but can be read differently? i think that might be it? author's note: so welcome to my double dip for day five: praise kink with sugar daddy austin. trust me when i say i did not intend for this to be as soft as it is. but something just possessed me to do this. probably the realization that i'm writing degradation with austin elvis tomorrow. that might have done it. much like sub austin, i really really love the idea of sugar daddy austin mostly because i have made the joke that he was vanessa's sugar baby for quite a long time. so low key if anyone wants to request something about that, by all means, do. i'll enjoy writing the shit out of it and will become the sugar daddy austin go to gal. ( because trust me, i have THOTS on the matter. ) also this is kind of a birthday present for @dreamersparacosm for turning 22 because i saw her post it and went SO SDE OR SDA? she chose sda.

"Baby?" Austin's voice is muffled by the water filling your ears as you slide lower into the tub to rinse the soap off from your hair. It had been a long day for both of you. You had known there was some ceremony or gala or whatever it was that you had to attend but you had also gone to your job to finish up some last minute work. Austin kept telling you that you could quit, that it was his job as your sugar daddy to take care of you but you refused out of stubbornness and wanting to be something other than just Austin Butler's arm candy. One day he might get through to you but today your stubbornness led to a bone tired exhaustion that left you with almost know energy especially after having to charm all the Hollywood types at this gala.

"In here." You say quietly knowing that Austin couldn't be that far away, after all you had told him to come follow you if he wanted to talk. Your eyes flutter open as you hear what you think is the door opening to reveal Austin in his pajama pants and no shirt. As much you enjoyed him in a full suit like tonight- this look was something else. This look reminded you of why you accepted his offer of being your sugar daddy over a dozen other offers you've had since you turned 18 several years ago.

He waits to speak until your head moves up from the water, your hair sticking to your head and the bubbles around you making space for your body. His knees hit the floor with a small thump as he places a kiss on your forehead before kissing your lips gently, pulling away with a slight bite. "How're you feeling?"

You hum quietly, your eyes fluttering shut just tad. "Tired. Should have taken a nap in the car."

Austin chuckles, his hand playing on the surface of the water, grabbing a bit of bubbles and putting them on your chest. "You shouldn't have gone to work is what you should have done." It's an admonishment, you can hear the shift in his tone but you're so exhausted you honestly can't bring yourself to care beyond a shrug.

"I kept my tongue in check, though. You should have heard some of the stuff I did, Aus. They think just because you pay me to hang around you that I'm their person to just spew things to." You try and defend yourself as you start to slink down into the water, trying to have the warmth permeate your aching shoulders and neck. You could ask Austin to rub them but you know sometimes that leads down a dangerous path. In your attempts to move down into the tub you don't notice Austin's hand moving toward your lower half until you feel his fingers tracing your lips.

"Open those pretty eyes and look at me, baby." Austin murmurs, humming as he slides one finger inside of you, inhaling at the same time you do at the sensation.

You do as your told, eyeing him through the bubbles because damn if you are going to move out of a spot you found that was comfortable and allowed you to soak your muscles. "What are you doing?"

"Giving my sweet exhausted sugar some attention." He answers like he's not starting to curl his finger just so in a way that has you jostling the water.

"Aus-" You start before he shakes his head.

"No. My good girl deserves to relax. You've been working so hard for your sugar daddy and at your job. You could have told either one of us to shove it today. Could have given yourself the day or the night off but you didn't. You answered questions like a champ. You charmed the pants off some of my future costars and some directors. If you had seen yourself, baby."

A whimper escapes your lips at the praise, you hadn't fully told Austin just how much of a praise kink you had, concerned he might take advantage of it like some of your exes had but here he was reading you like a book, like he always did and you couldn't help but revel in it.

He adds another finger to your cunt, pushing them in and out in a slow rhythm that he matches with his thumb against your clit. You want to tell him to stop- tell him that you don't need to have him do this but you find that your mouth doesn't seem to work, that you can't find the words to tell him to stop because it feels so right.

"You're always so good to me. So good to everyone. So gorgeous, so enrapturing and inspiring. You light up my life like you light up every room you walk into. Such a smart girl, such a pretty girl, such a perfect girl. Are you going to come like this? Come with just the words I'm saying, baby girl? I'd appreciate it if you did. I'd give you even more of a reward if you did. You deserve it tonight. You deserve everything tonight. You've earned your sugar baby title tonight."

That does it for you, you don't know if it's because you swear you've been turned on since you saw Austin in his suit or when you saw him flex his jaw when one of the people you were talking to were too close for his comfort but you find yourself coming softly, your toes curling as you lock eyes with Austin and watch his eyes darken as he sees your mouth open in an "o" and sees you shudder just slightly. He pulls fingers out of you and above the water, putting them to his mouth and licking them clean before rubbing them on his pants.

He stands up, but not before pulling the stopper for the drain of the tub and grabbing a towel from the hook above the door. His arm moves to grab you and he pulls you up before wrapping the towel around you. A moment passes as he lets himself dry you off gently, making sure to take extra care with parts he knows you hate being wet. When he's satisfied he wraps you in another towel and picks you up before opening the bathroom door and carrying you to the bed.

You eventually sleep that night.

[toxicanonymity]

FAQ

Brothel HCs by @scratchietella 💖

toxic note bc I know someone will ask lol: after vampire!Joel dragged his coffin to slasher's camper, he couldn't fit it inside, so he has it under the camper's pop-out sunshade thing. some of the guys feel bad for him. raider and night walks (perhaps the buffest joels) help him move it onto the screened-in porch 🥹. vampire loves the porch, loved the camper too.

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1.2k, my fave parts in pink 💕

scratchietella said:

the joel!big brother house thingy u do for fun. imagine just plopping a reader in the middle of that. like she just randomly wakes up in the living room one day and she’s a nondescript reader (like she’s not from any of their specific universes or maybe she’s the same reader that’s in all of them, she’s just Reader™️)

debating between what their reactions would be, especially if reader does lean towards more of a reserved/polite/shy/quieter side naturally. stepdad probably makes her a very elaborate, filling breakfast, wants her to sit at the breakfast bar with him and make himself her favourite and endear her to him with his mad cooking skills (especially cus he’s in the dog house).  raider joel .. hmm.. reader can be a possessive little thing in all universes, so he knows if he gives her special attention she’ll likely begin to want it more and more and enjoy it. he doesn’t really know how to go about it in a non-apocalypse situation - he just knows that he doesn’t want any other joel even looking at her, ironically.

maybe night walks Joel is that one annoying little shit that puts the flirt on full whack. he’s popping up everywhere, liking that he flusters her, even when another Joel (maybe speakeasy/exhibitionist Joel) tells him to back off/tone it down, just to then pipe up himself with a little smile and a comment

vampire Joel <33 sits there with his big baby cow eyes, probably doesn’t say too much. maybe because he seems so regular, reader gravitates towards him more. Lincoln!joel was so sure she’d gravitate toward him, maybe even let herself lounge and snuggle on his lap cus she enjoys that type of thing, like a baby kitten, when one of em proposes a household film night with blankets and snacks, needless to say they all have diff degrees of colourful reactions when reader sits next to the arm of the sofa and vamp joel and even falls asleep cuddled into his side, face between his skin and soft shirt.

time for bed is the worst. so many of em say she can share their bed, either with them in it or with them at the other end of the room on the decently sized ottoman (honestly for some it’s probably the fact that she’d choose them over the others and they’d get to see her all cuddled in his bed like a sleepy little cat, shy thing, probably have to wear their shirt too).

can see this type of reader being a bit more overwhelmed at this scenario tho, like not wanting to offend anyone but wanting to be polite all the same. probably due to being safe when she napped cuddled into vamp Joel, she wants to say that she can go sleep in his bed with him tonight if that’s okay!! however.

if raider joel managed to wrangle her into his bed, he’d do his usual ‘im gonna spoon you so tight I’ll feel like a big safe weighted blanket (totally not for any other reasons at all)’ thing.

if speakeasy joel got her, he’d probably give her the illusion of choice about him getting in with her, but he’d manage to do it. probably simply just say like “kiss” before they sleep, as a Goodnight kiss, trying his luck. his exhibitionist tendencies have been dampened down for the time being, but if another Joel pops his head in to say Goodnight, he’d definitely make a big thing out of being close to reader, maybe throwing her leg over himself

if vamp Joel DID get her, maybe he’d be all “you wanted me? 🥹🥹” like he’d be a bit touched. he’d be the type to scout around to find a particularly soft blanket for you, a TEDDY <33 too, he’d try force himself to sleep elsewhere, but he’d want to protect you from any other Joel interference, so he’d stay at the other end of the room. If reader sat next to him and slept during movie time, maybe reader could momentarily overcome her shyness/embarrassment enough to really quietly ask him to please get in bed please

throughout any situation and more, Lincoln joel would be plotting. get her to like him more than any others. maybe he does a few sneak attacks; he doesn’t get her in his room to sleep?? alright then. he’s poking his head around the doorframe making sure to have a ‘conflicted but soft’ look on his face, bringing reader a nice hot chocolate to drink before she goes to sleep, sits on the edge of the bed facing her while she drinks it, kisses her hair before he leaves. maybe does that thing (bad description) where he has a hand stroking her hair, head tilted down looking into her eyes all soft and he says something slightly manipulative before leaving. stepdad Joel would maybe do a similar thing, but he’d try and subtly get you to switch rooms at last minute, or maybe he’d ‘accidentally’ wake you in the middle of the night with some lame excuse, trying to get you to switch over rooms to his instead (god forbid it’s a Joel who has his arms around you, even worse if it’s a character like raider joel, who would be off the scales pissed, it’d probably cause a big divide in the household)

also, i can see a couple of Joel’s (in their own specific ways) also offer help with bathtime prior to bedtime?? like raider joel would bring it up like it’s expected and non negotiable in a way (could see a lot of his tendencies transferring over into a Harder!But!Still!Soft!Just!Strict! Dom), and readers all blushy n panicked cus what does he mean he wants to run me a bath and wash my body with this scent and brush my wet hair and dress me in pajamas after??????. lincoln joel/stepdad could bring it up as an option to ‘help relax and soothe’ before bedtime, cus they all know she’s a bit nervy and quiet and uncomfy in a way, and they’d wanna light a cute candle and lather her in a sweet shower gel etcetc, except Lincoln joel would try and edge it a bit more into getting in as well.

stepdad Joel is trying to make a very very good impression tonight, offering to put readers post-bath-wet hair into two braids when she sits cross cross apple sauce infront of the sofa so it doesn’t go wild when she’s asleep

god forbid reader does any actions they could see as extremely endearing, like rubbing her eyes, or clutching a teddy one of em gave her to try get in her good graces.

(This sounds kinda like I’m trying to make a little!reader or something like that, to clarify, im not! It’s just little things that I personally find comforting for myself, and in the current state, i feel like many Joel’s would be over compensating and trying very hard, overboard almost, especially for a reader with a more reserved personality. Also, if I missed any types of Joel out I didn’t mean to lol, this was all off the top of my head <33)

[runscold-runsdeep]

Wait

Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Disclaimers: ⚠️🔞Very NSFW, MINORS DNI🔞⚠️, dom!Cardi being an asshole, fingering, masterbation, edging—recieving, cardiophilia, praise kink—receiving, words like clit, pussy and cunt are used because I don't have any non-cringe euphemisms for anatomy, hints of an established relationship maybe?? Maybe just hints of previous sexy times?? It's up to you, Google Translate Italian is used but not much, it's just used for short phrases.

Word count: 1,234 I love when numbers organize themselves like this

You're called to Copia's office to discuss some important matters, but he had something additional in mind.

//Author's note

Holy shit, my first NSFW fic here, and the first smut fic I've ever finished and didn't nope out of! Criticism and pointers for this is very appreciated. It was somewhat difficult to write, due to mental health shit, but I think the end result was okay. Definitely gonna hibernate a bit from writing smut until I'm fully comfortable and confident with it. 😮‍💨

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First thing you knew, you were called into Copia's office, the cardinal saying he needed you for a very important discussion involving upcoming fundraiser plans and budgeting, and how much of the ghouls' allowance needed to be cut to make the whole ordeal possible. Then, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting on the Cardinal's lap, your legs spread and your back being supported against his chest, stripped of your clothes and touching yourself—Though, you wished it was him who was touching you,—and the chest piece of a stethoscope pressed against your chest as he listened intently to every skipped beat and flutter of your heart.

The deeper you pressed your fingers into yourself and the more you circled a finger around your clit, the closer you reached to your first orgasm. You voiced it with your quickened breaths and soft whimpers, melting against him as you felt your walls clench and tighten around your fingers. "C–Copia," You softly uttered, "I'm... I'm getting close...!" You moaned breathlessly while your head tipped back against, resting on Copia's shoulder.

"Stop." He commanded lightly, his free hand stilling your arm and pulling it away, causing a tinge of disappointment to wash over you. "But—" You tried to protest, but your words fizzled into a whine.

You were just so close to that peak!

"Wait." Copia whispered, his carrying a melodic quality, almost singsong-y. He moved the steth's resonator around your chest, ensuring each movement was precise. He smiled with satisfaction as he felt your heart pound rhythmically against the chest piece, even taking note that he could almost see your heart beating through your ribcage. You felt him hard and throbbing against your lower back.

You waited, and you waited, wanting him to give you the okay to continue, but it never came, and you felt everything you built up slowly fade away, meaning you would have to start all over again. Getting impatient, you attempted to touch yourself once more, only to have your hand abruptly and firmly restrained. In a low, commanding tone, he whispered into your ear, his voice possessing a sharpness akin to that of a knife. "I said wait." He growled.

You sigh, obeying him albeit with reluctance, putting your arm to your side and allowing your hand to feel the shape of his hip and thigh while it rested there. You can feel the warmth of his body against your own seeping through the fabric of his vibrant red attire and gently caressing your own.

Soon, he began placing tender, yet searing kisses to your neck, his moustache feeling just a little ticklish against your skin. As he did so, his stethoscope rested firmly beneath your left breast, and his free hand rubbing between your hip and pubic bone, searching for your pulse to feel.

You couldn't help but whimper once more, his touches teasing you, making you crave that release more and more as your core ached and burned, rising in intensity. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his warm tongue against your neck as it trailed a path from your collarbone to your jaw, where it culminated into another kiss.

"Cardinal, please!" You nearly whimpered with desperation, "I need this!" He chuckled, "You may start again, slowly." His voice rumbled against your ear, his breath hot.

And with his permission, you began again, stroking yourself slowly and steadily, once and a while being scolded when your pace was too hasty. The hand that wasn't using the stethoscope traveled up and down your body, feeling every curve and edge, from the supple curvature of your thighs to the curvature of your hips, his hand stopping at your breasts, his fingers momentarily fumbling over your nipple. "Brava ragazza..." his voice muttered breathlessly against the crook of your neck, "You're being so good for your Copia..." He praised, which caused an excited flutter in your heart, which he observed with his stethoscope with apparent delight.

Steadily, you began to build back up what you had lost, but it was taking far too long with the sluggish pace he made you take. It was agonizing, causing an almost unbearable ache in your core

Using his teeth, Copia carefully removed his glove and set it aside meticulously before pulling your hand away from your cunt. You huffed and were almost going to complain before you completely melted once more, feeling his warm fingers gently massage your clit in a precise 'V' shape before slipping lower, inserting them inside your pussy with a small chuckle, "Così bagnata..." He pointed out with a rather devilish grin, making you squirm in his lap with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He played with you for several seconds, slowly pushing you so close again to your peak. "Yes... Fuck..." You panted, your eyelids fluttering shut as you tilted your head back again, the muscles in your lower abdomen begining to twitch and pulse once more, your pleasure increasing.

Yet again, and much to your disappointment, he stopped and pulled his hand away, forcing an involuntary whine out of your throat. "Cardinal!" You huffed, "Please, stop teasing me like this!"

His stethoscope moved above your left breast, resting there. "You're so needy tonight," Copia hummed, licking the slick from his fingers, tasting you, "Let me play with you, just for a little longer, Cara." His tone was sweet, almost too sweet, "You'll let your Cardi toy with that pretty little heart just a little while longer, will you, dolcezza?" He whispered, his teeth grazing lightly at your jaw, his lips savoring the taste of your salty sweat.

With reluctance, you nod, exhaling shakily and deeply.

This went on for what felt like an eternity. Copia would skillfully bring you so tantalizingly close to orgasm, then stop, listening to how your heart quickened and pounded, then slow down as he stopped playing with your moistened folds and your dripping cunt. The room resonated with your labored breathing and your own voice as you begged and pleaded for him to let you climax, but it was fruitless.

Though now, as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, you expected him to stop again, but he kept going without pause, much to your pleasant surprise. Your legs trembled as you inched close to the brink of bliss, whining when you felt him slow his fingers significantly, stalling you, though thankfully he didn't stop completely, just teasing you. At last, with a cry and your vision becoming obscured with static, bucking your hips against his fingers as you did so, the cardinal allowing you to not only orgasm, but cum into his hand, the white fluid dripping onto his red garment.

Withdrawing his hand and setting the stethoscope aside, he traded it for his palm, pressing it firmly against your chest to feel your pulse as he held you tightly, shushing you softly as you came down from your high. He kissed you softly on the temple. "Are you alright, amore?" He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You nod, though you were clearly exhausted now, and he chuckled, proud of himself. "After I clean you up, do you want me to hold you?" He asked, giving your body a gentle squeeze. You smiled up at him, "Please." You replied breathless. You rest your head against his chest now, listening to his heart.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani... ¿cómo estás? Espero que bien 🙌🏼 what have you been up to?? I started watching Interview with the Vampire, thanks for the rec 😌💚

I'm feeling better but I'm taking antibiotics and my stomach hates that!!

Hopefully this chapter will make me forgive you for all the pain last chapter cause me 🤞🏻

The One with the Circle

He wanted to torch something on fire.

I nominate the Devlins

Luca smiled. “I didn’t read your mind. You have written his name on the sand.”

Lucaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! The way I am loving having all my OCs back is *chef kiss*

Max just wanted to set something on fire.

Not to sound Arsony but DO IT!!! Set Marcus on fire 🔥

Have I been channeling Maxwell since I started this LBAF installment 🤔

“Can I ask you a question?” Selena asked after some hesitation. “You’re a psychologist, right? Why is Mallory doing all of this?

My sweet Celery, I'm not a psychologist but I can answer that question 😌 is because she is an evil bitch I will see her drowning is a sea of her own boiling tears 🙌🏼

“That’s Mars, Sirenita. The planet,” they said as they traced the red circle, and then tapped on the smaller black ones. “It has two moons.”

“Ma chérie,” Logan whispered, lowering his voice. “He is dying.”

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! 😫😫😫😫

“Selena was plenty fun. She is a crier like you. I don’t like your other sister though. Very mouthy,” Mallory noted. “How about your mom? I don’t like moms. Maybe I should punish her for what you just did?”

Please kill her... just kill her!!! I haven't wish for a character to die this hard since Game of Thrones 😫😫😫

“LET ME KEEP THIS ONE! PLEASE!”

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Daniela I am crying, are you happy now???

“I’ve never wanted to kill anyone more in my entire life.”

Same!! Me too!!

“Max you will be going to Paris,” Anjali said, in a tone that meant Max had forced her to send him there. “You will be escorted by Alec Lightwood and Jace Herondale.”

Of course!!! Of course is them going to Paris!!! Is this chapter "The One with Alex in the verge of Anxiety" or what???

The warlock smiled. “I wish to go to Paris.”

¡¡¡Ay no!!! Pero tampoco quiero que mi hijo vaya a París 😫😫

Wait... is that why he said "goodbye David?" Is he going to die??? NOOOOOOOO!!!! Dany please!!! Please!!! He is my child!!! 😭😭😭

Oh look is Liv!!! My twin really needs to get her shit together about this moving thing!!!

The little boy chuckled. “Inquisitor. It’s been a pleasure.”

Nicolas don't say shit like that!! That sounds like a permanent goodbye!!!

Ay nooooo!!! This entire scene feels like my son is going to die!!! 😭😭😭

“Holy shit,” Lexi said. “I wanna kill one.”

“What did he just say?” Gigi hissed.

“But I can!” Lexi argued. “This will be my legacy.

Ok but... this conversation both lifted my spirits and convinced me that my poor son, my first born child, mi dulce ternurita is about to meet the end of his inmortal life 😭😭😭

She stepped through the wards. “I can and I will beat you to death will my bare hands.”

YES!!! Kill her!!!!! Murder is sexy when is done by my twins!!!!!

“When shadowhunters get married, they have a suggenes. A best man or maid of honor. Lexi is Max’s suggenes. By birth. If you kill her, you can’t marry Max in a shadowhunter ceremony.”

“He will come for you,” Nicolas said. “He will come for both of you.”

He?? Who he?? He who?? Oooh is it the dark prince???

Nicolas didn’t scream. He didn’t even fight back.

But she heard his whimpers.

The soft whimpers of a child.

Mi hijooooooooo!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

The smile of a little boy with big dreams.

“Good,” Nicolas smiled. “I can finally grow up.”

Why Dani? Why? What was the reason?? I am in excruciating pain!!! I actually screamed "Mi hijo" and my mom came to my room to ask me if La Llorana had possessed me, she was not happy not happy at all... is 4 a.m here Daniela!!! 😭

Anyways... thank you so much for this!! This chapter was fantastic, I am in awe of your talent... please know that the yelling is an expression of love!! 😌💚😌💚

Now please unkill my son, thank you!

I am love you always 💚💚💚💚

THAT LAST GIF IS SENDING ME OMG. IT'S SO ACCURATE AND SPOT ON. WELL DONE.

Also yes i am a child murderer now. this is what being obsessed with game of thrones has done to me :(

and hope you are liking interview with the vampire! 💚

[barnes-n-nobles]

Dont You Forget (SMUT)

Request: 

I really love your Bucky fics and let me tell you something, I. Just. Can't. Get. Enough. Of. It! I truly meant every words I said, seriously.

Can I request a Soft!Dark!Mob!Bucky smut being a possessive, lying, manipulator, control freak he is? Like, he won't let you see any of your family or letting you have any friends at all, putting a tracker inside your phone, monitoring all of your activities, gets jealous very easily, always have his men following you around so you can't escape him (If you ever tried), persuade you into quitting your job so you have to financially depends on him, basically all the red flags there are.

Pretty please and thank you. Keep in mind there's no rush in this, I want you to enjoy your own writing too so take your time!!

Tell my why I absolutely love this MMMMMM!! You're too kind! I tried to make him as soft as possible while keeping that dark element to him, I hope thats okay. I also hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it ~

Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!

Warnings: smut, drugging, threats of murder, manipulation, overall toxic behavior, stalking, slight dumbification? 

18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.

Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.

He knew it. His intuition was nothing short extraordinary. Bucky watched as you sat down during your break to chat with one of your colleagues. The cafe you worked at was a very popular destination for wealthy people, not everyone was willing to pay $12 a cup every morning. This was a decent sized establishment with big open windows that customers loved lounging in. Bucky had actually met you here while you were first hired on. He came every single day to see you, making short but sweet conversations. He was parked in the other side of the street, his eyes watched your colleagues moves intensively, making sure he didn’t touch you at all. Buckys thoughts were beginning to get dark with every smile and laugh you flashed at him. He thought about going in there and dragging you out, or beating the fuck out of the little shit, or even better, holding a gun pointed right between his eyes to show him that he does not share with anyone. That last thought had his mouth curl up in a sinister smile. Oh how he loved to cause problems. 

You two had been texting for the past 3 days and he kept flirting with you. You never followed along though and you had to remind him constantly that you had a boyfriend. The guy obviously didnt give a fuck and Bucky was getting tired of it. Bucky originally found out because your phone lit up with a name that was not familiar to him. He pretended he didnt see it and you didnt say anything about it either. He had a feeling that you were doing something behind his back, but he decided to trust you. However that didnt last too long because that night he hacked into your phone remotely and he was able to see every single thing you did on it. From texts, to calls, pictures, emails, social medias. Everything. He was able to see it all through his computer. He fidgeted with his fingers, trying to calm himself down as he watched the idiotic man talk to you. Taking his phone out, he started to call you, watching you as he brought it up to his ear. You felt your phone vibrate, reading it was his contact name, you pressed the green button immediately. “Bucky...whats up” your sweet tone almost calmed him down, but he needed to hold on to his anger a little longer. 

“My doll...are you busy?”

“Not really just went to break. Is everything okay? You sound kind of off”

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. Your perceptiveness was remarkable, another trait he loved about you. 

“My precious girl, I’m going to ask you somethin’ and I need you to answer it truthfully. Can you do that for me?” 

You gulped, your eyes darting right to your colleague who was chomping down on his food, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.  

“Y-yes, ofcourse” Fuck. When you stuttered it meant that you were nervous. You hoped that it was barely noticeable and that he didnt pick up on it. 

“who is Seth” 

“Hes one of my coworkers here at the cafe” 

“Hmmm. Why havent you told me about him” 

“Bucky..its really not that big of a deal, hes just a friend here at work.” 

“Darling, that didnt answer my question. Why havent you told me about him” 

At this point you knew there was no way you would be getting out of this without arguing. You quickly muted yourself and told Seth, “Im going to the bathroom, Ill be a while in there. Can you cover for me?” Seth noticed your expression drop, knowing that you were worried about something. “Sure, is everything okay?” he grabbed your hand and felt it shake. “Oh my God y/n whats wrong?”. You took a deep breath before pulling your hand away from his, “nothing ill be right back” as you turned he grabbed you again, this time by your arm. “No, tell me whats going on. Is it your toxic boyfriend? What did he say to you to have you this worked up. Look at your hands, they're literally shaking”. “Look ill explain later” as you shrugged him off you turned to walk towards the restroom, only to see that Bucky was already walking towards you. 

“Seth fucking Powers. So you're the one thats been talking to my girl. Didnt anyone ever teach you to not go for someone whos already taken? C’mon..why are you braking the bro code”. Bucky was fuming. His steps were heavy, his gloved hand in a fist as if he was getting ready to smash the guys face in at any given moment. You got in front of Bucky, placing your small hand on his abdomen. “Please Bucky, dont do this. Not here” you whispered, looking around the cafe to make sure no one was looking, but all eyes were on you and your problematic man. Seth chuckled, “Of course I know that. But youre a control freak who doesnt let his girl breathe. Why do you think we've gotten so close, she needs someone to confide in, someone who gets her, and can listen to all the bullshit you put her through. You did this to yourself. Look at her, she clearly doesn't want this, but you're too much of a rabid dog to comprehend or even acknowledge what she want and needs.” Seth was exposing you. You did indeed confide in him, but he wasn't supposed to say it out loud, ever. Bucky looked down at your for a moment, as if asking you if that was true. All you could do was shake your head in disagreement. Bucky used his arm to push you away, getting all close and personal with Seth, who was surprisingly not backing down. 

“The only reason why I dont blow your fucking brains out right now is because of MY doll..shes the only reason why you're alive right this second. But she wont be here to protect your miserable life ever again, you will pay for this..with your life and thats a promise. I hope it was worth it.” Bucky turned around and grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the cafe. As you tried to keep up with him, you turned around to give the cafe one last look, knowing that you would never be stepping foot in there again. When you got to his car, he opened the door for you and motioned with his head to get in. When you did, he slammed the door, making you jump a little. The car ride home was so freaking long, you didn't even dare move a muscle because you didn't want to distract him from his thoughts. Maybe it would trigger him to remember that you were in the car, hence making him talk. 

As he raced through the busy city, you took your phone out. You saw that Seth had sent you quite a lot of long messages. Before you could start reading them,Bucky grabbed your phone and crushed it in his hand. “What the fuck! Why did you do that” your voice rose, but careful to not make it too loud. “Y/n, im going to ask you to stop talking. I dont want to do anything stupid. Please just shut up” he could loose his shit over everything, he’d scream at the top of his lungs when speaking to people on the phone and even in person, but he never did it to you. He tried his hardest to stay calm and not scare you, just as he had promised to do so when you two started to go out. Before you got home you got an idea that would hopefully deescalate his mood. As you two pulled up, you stormed out of the car. Running as fast as you could towards your shared bedroom. Bucky was not even parked yet when you got out. He was so confused but instead of laughing about it, he got more mad. He quickly parked the car and told his guards to go home and switch out with the night crew, which were the ones that made sure no one got in or out of the property unless it was him. Buckys mansion was beautiful, he made a lot of money in his businesses but he made even more on top of that by being the head of the mafia. He controlled all of the southern borders, allowing drugs to flow in to the US from Mexico, Latin America and the West Coast while his best friend Steve Rogers controlled the northern borders and the East Coast. Making them the most successful and powerful mafia in the world. 

As you ran through the house, you could hear faint steps behind you which grew closer and closer. You started to giggle as you thought that he was playing with you too. When you reached the bedroom, you closed it, only for the door to fly open making you fall to the floor. Giggling, you looked up at Bucky only to see his death stare, making your smile fade. “Do you think this is a joke? Are my feelings a joke to you” he slammed the door closed and locked it. “Im sorry Bucky, I thought we were p-playing around now” you stammered while trying to catch your breath. He walked towards you, looking down at you, before grabbing you by your neck and lifting you up to your feet, “Im so fucking mad right now y/n..I keep remembering that imbeciles hands on you and it makes me want to burn him alive” he said through gritted teeth, his hands still wrapped around your neck. The feeling of having him this close made your body tingle, his dominant aura radiating off of him.

“Bucky, please don’t. I’m sorry” your words meant nothing to him. He knew if you were truly sorry you wouldn’t say it, you would show it. He scoffed and let you go, making you stumble onto the end of bed bench. “Miss me with that bullshit. I know you’re not sorry. You kept a secret from me, knowing damn well how badly that would hurt me”. Something about that last sentence got you heated. “Hurt you? Bucky, you made me cut all of my friends off. Friendships that I’ve had for years, for you! If anyone is hurt, it’s me. I felt lonely and lost, but I thought I was okay with it because of you but now…Seth helped me see things for what they are not how you wanted me to see them”. Wow, you couldn’t believe you just said that. Bucky narrowed his eyes, his forehead lines were visible as he scrunched his eyebrows. “So you’re fucking tell me you felt better talking to that bitch than me?! After all I’ve done for you? I let you have a job and this is how you show me you’re grateful?…you can forget about it though you’re never going to work again. You can find something to do in this house. You got everything you could ever want under this roof” as he stormed off, he slammed the door making you flinch. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach, a stupid prisoner with golden bars. You weren’t going to deal with this anymore thought. This was the last straw, so you decided to pack up your shit and leave.

As you went through the closet, most of your items were expensive pieces of clothing that he bought you. The shoes were almost all heels and wedges. You needed something comfortable to blend in with and run in. As you realized that most of your old clothes that were actually yours were gone, you grabbed some black sweats and a black hoodie of his to get the hell out. You managed to find some old workout shoes you had and got ready to go. There was cameras almost everywhere, so your only way out would be through the window. When you opened it, the sensor went off, announcing that the window had opened. As you pushed it up, you threw one leg over the ledge and the other one followed. Pushing your body out, you landed on your feet, groaning at the feeling of them hurting as you got down. Moving quickly, you started to make your way through the property, evading any guards and blending in as much as you could with the huge bushes and shrubs. Thankfully, you were able to make it to the gate, now the last obstacle was the gate guard. He was the one that opened the gate, but there wasnt any way that he would just let you go through without  his boss’ permission. The only thing you were able to do was wait until someone passed through so you could run right out. 

*Back at the house*

Bucky was drinking some whiskey to help with his anger. Most women would just listen and follow directions when a man of power was in their life, but not you. You were not like other women, you were a challenge and he loved it. He often blamed your stubbornness to your age. You were the youngest girlfriend hes ever been with, so you two would butt heads a lot. He was more traditional, and you were more modern but you two made it work beautifully. Bucky had a very short temper, he got stressed often, however, you were able to take it all away. When he needed to take his anger out, you were the first thing he did when he got home. His heightened senses were able to detect exactly where you were, almost hunting you down. As soon as he laid eyes on you, he pounced, taking you right then and there, chasing his much needed release. You were erotic to him, he just couldn't have enough of you. As he thought back on all of those times you were there to have fun with him, he softened, realizing how shitty he treated you a bit ago. You were probably right, but he was just too angry to even hear you out. You were his doll, always there for him, needing you by his side forever. He really did love you so much, he cared for you and cherished you like no one has ever done before. You two were meant for each other. All these thoughts in Buckys head, had him yearning for you. When he went back into the room, he noticed it was a bit cold, quickly shutting the window. He noticed that the shower was going, so he waited for you to come out. 

“My Doll..its me. I know youre mad but lets talk..please” a couple moments went by, and nothing. “Darling, you know I dont like to be ignored. Answer me” this time he went to the door and knocked on it. Still nothing. Bucky was mad all over again, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it, only to have it stop due to it being locked. He took a deep breath, forcing the knob all the way down, breaking it instantly. He pushed the door open, only to see the shower going..with out you in it. He could feel his heart almost jump out of his chest, he pulled out his phone and called the head of security. 

“Have anyone of you seen y/n?”

“I havent boss. Let me ask the crew” 

Buckys rage started to overpower him, his heart was racing and his jaw was clenching like crazy. He couldn't even track you because he stupidly broke your phone hours ago. 

“Nothing boss. No one has seen her. Is everything okay?” 

“No, go through all the camera footage from when we got home till now. Have the rest of the men look for her on the property. I need the day crew back, tell them to get into their cars and search for her all over the city.Ill pay double time for their work. Whoever finds her, tell them to keep her there until I arrive” 

Your feet carried you through the city streets, running like a maniac to get to your families house. They would surely help you, and besides Bucky didn't know where they lived so you would be safe there. Your side started to hurt, sprinting as fast as possible, getting closer and closer. When you got there, you were relieved to see that all the lights in the house were on. You caught your breath before knocking on the door, taking in breath after breath. The door unlocked and you were met with your mother, who instantly went to hug you, “My god! my little y/l! I thought we would never see you again” her voice cracked as she started to cry. Her warm embrace was enough to have you in tears as well. “Mom, I missed you. Im so sorry for not coming sooner”. Your mom rubbed you back, “Dont worry hun, come in hurry”. As she walked you in, you froze. Your face turning pale at the sight. “James..” is all you could say. 

Bucky got up from the couch, half smiling as he approached you. You took a step back but he had you in his arms before you could go any further. “My precious Doll...you have no idea how worried I was...” his hand went from your waist, up to your back and under your hair, he grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed it, making you wince, “Never..do this again to me again, okay?” The profuse fear that was coursing through you was something you hadn't felt before. “why dont you stay here for tonight” your mom suggested, holding onto her hands as if she was pleading, “Yes id like that” you answered as you let go of Bucky. He just followed you with his eyes, waiting for you to make eye contact with him but since you were actually avoiding it, he got frustrated. 

“y/n, we need to talk outside..lets go” 

“I dont really want to talk, I just want to sle-”

“I said lets go outside” his tone was harsh this time, and your mom noticed. 

“James, maybe its a good idea if you just go home and let her stay here tonight. Ill take her to you tomorrow in the morning.” 

“Look y/m/n, do not intervene. Your daughter needs to learn how to obey me. In fact, lets go. Were leaving right now” Bucky went to grab you by your wrist and started dragging you out. “Dont even try to call the cops y/m/n, they all work for me”. That was the last thing he said to her before dragging you out to the car. “What the fuck is wrong with you” you spat, finally breaking your hand away from his harsh grip. “Im sorry baby” he pulled out a cloth and a brown bottle along with it. When he started to soak it, you were a bit confused as to what he was doing, but then it registered that he was about to chloroform you. When you tried to run, he yanked you by your hair pulling you back into him, covering your nose and mouth. Struggling against him, you felt weak, the world started to blur, your eyes were being consumed by darkness until you fully passed out. Bucky grabbed onto your body, placing it in the back seat before giving you a kiss, “Dont worry my love, were going somewhere far far away where only you and I will be happy”. 

Bucky drove hours to get to the mountains. He got to his newly built cottage that you fantasized about living in when you grew old. He wanted to gift it to you as one of your wedding presents but this would have to do. No one know about this new property, not even his best friend Steve. This was a safe house, completely bullet proof, the windows do not break, soundproof, everything that he needed for an emergency. The doors didnt open unless a key was used, it even had a secret basement that was accessible through the kitchen island, but the best part of all, it was completely off the radar. As he arrived, he took you in first, placing your limp body on the couch. He brought in all the luggage that he gathered from the other house and place it into the master bedroom. He then brought you to bed, waiting for you to wake. As time went by, he noticed that you would not wake up, so he had to get some ammonia and put it near your nose to have you come back. 

“My love...wake up” he whispered, shaking you a little. The piercing aroma woke you up, making you turn your head away from it. Feeling disoriented when you opened your eyes, your mouth started to water as if you were going to throw up. You quickly sat up and covered your mouth, trying to swallow as much as possible to not be sick. Bucky watched as you started to react and smiled at how silly you looked. “My doll..how are you feeling? You look like a lost puppy” he giggled, brushing the hair off of your face. Once you started to look around, you thought you were still dreaming. This area seemed so familiar. Everything you told Bucky you wanted in a house was there. “Is this a dream, where am I” your voice was hoarse, feeling your throat dry. “No baby its not. Were in the cottage that you always wanted to be in” Bucky reached over to get you a glass of water. “here drink this while I explain”. 

“After your little stunt, I decided it would be much better if we just came here for a while. This way, there will be no distractions and we can focus on our relationship. Ill forgive everything you've done, but under 1 condition....you submit yourself to me completely”. Suddenly everything came back. “Did you fucking drug me to bring me here?” getting up from the bed, away from him. “Dont talk to me like that, show me some respect” he warned, getting up with you. He reached for your hand but you yanked it away. “You're insane James. I cant believe you've done this. What makes you think I want to be with you when you've gone to this length over something so little.” Bucky laughed, charging towards you, grabbing you by the neck and pinning you against the wall. “If you think cheating on me is something “little” then youre the one whos fucking insane. I love you y/n, I will not let you ruin this for us. Im the best thing thats ever happened to you. Ive helped you and your annoyingly nosy family like no one ever has. The least you can do is show me a little bit of appreciation”

His metal arm was squeezing you a little too tight, making it hard for you to breathe, “youre a m-murder..why should I-I”. His eyes went wide, letting you go immediately. As you coughed to catch your breath he backed away, there was an expression you've never seen before in his eyes, but it looked like shock. “When you told me about your past as the Winter Soldier, I should have just left. You have no remorse over anyone lives. I dont want that in my own” 

“Then why did you stay” 

“I...I dont know” feeling your face heat up, you turned your back towards him, knowing damn well why you stayed. Bucky walked up behind you, pressing his body against yours. His flesh hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him while his metal one went up to grab your face. You tried to move away, but his grip on you was too tight. His hand moved it to the side, exposing your neck, he traced his nose over your shoulder and up to your neck, taking in your scent as he littered kisses from the base of your neck up to your ear. “Go on..tell me why” he let out a breathy laugh, making you get a shiver down your spine. “Bucky..” you moaned accidentally. “Baby, could it be because you're a horny little thing? Hm? You looove it when I touch you all over. All those times you threaten to leave me..you can never really do it because you know youll miss this” he pressed his erection into your ass, moaning out your name, knowing you love it when he does that. “No one can fuck you like I can, y/n...and frankly I know you dont want anyone else but me to do so” his hand dipped inside of your pants, rubbing your clit over your now wet panties. You arched your back, your head falling onto his shoulder, bitting your lip to not moan. He ghosted his lips over your ear, whispering, “Youre never going to leave me, Doll...you know why? Because youre mine. Fight me, kick me, punch me..anything but it wont change the fact that you only belong to me..and dont you forget it” 

He pulled out his hand, and loosed his grip on you, quickly turning you around to face him. He connected his lips with yours, french kissing you as he guided you into bed. He pushed you down, and watched you pant, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked when you got manhandled by him. “Why are you looking at me like that. Please just come here” you whined, motioning for him to join you. “Do you deserve it?” Silence. You knew that you didnt, but you still wanted it..soooo badly. “I asked you a question” he insisted. “Well..no but I..you cant leave me like this” 

“Catching an attitude will not get you what you want, brat. Come here and show me how much you want me”. You quickly got up, unbuckling his pants, yanking the Gucci belt off of him and then undoing his pants. Bucky loved seeing you like this, so horny to the point of not caring how desperate you looked. He adored it. He got so hard, just thinking how we was going to keep you in this place until you learned how to be obsessed with him just as he obsessed over you. Taking his thick cock into your mouth, caused him to shudder, moaning out in pleasure. “Mmm fuck y/n...you filthy little whore” he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you bob your head faster. You gagged yourself on his dick, your nose touching his pubes, taking all of it in. You them took him out, panting, only to do it again and again. “Such a good girl...your mouth feels heavenly”. 

“Please...can you fuck me” you tried to speak while having your mouth full of his cock. Bucky went mad when you did that. He grabbed your hair again and yanked you back onto the bed. He tore your clothes off, making you smile at how rough he was being. As he got naked, you decided to go a little farther. You spread your legs open, touching yourself as you watched him get undress, “buckyyyyy...pleasee come here” you moaned, rubbing your clit. Bucky grabbed your hands and pinned them up to the sides of your head, almost crushing your wrists. “What have I told you about touching yourself without my permission? Are you trying to get punished?” when you laughed, it gave it all away. “what a fucking slut” he spat. He opened your legs with him, and slammed himself into you, instantly thrusting in and out. With no time to adjust, you screamed at the sensation. He was so deep inside you, hitting your g-spot with every snap pf his hips. “s-stop..it hurts” you moaned, balling your hands up into a fist. “No..I know you can take it” his fingers wedged themselves into yours, interlocking them. He panted against your neck, giving you kisses at first then sucking hickeys onto it. He growled like an animal, at how good your pussy ate him up. He eventually started to bite you, making you gasp. “Buckyyy..” you moaned, your hands squeezing his. 

“Youre mine y/n...this is me marking you as my property. No one can have you but me. F-fuck..who does this pussy belong to?” he angled his hips a little before hammering into you again. Your grunted and screamed at how delicious he felt, “fuckk..you..yours”. He chuckled darkly, “come on my slut...form a complete sentence...or are you too fucking dumb to do it? Is your brain not working because of all this cock thats inside of you?hm? my little dumb baby” the way he had you, was too much. You couldn't hold it and you squirted all over him, your legs shaking as you did. As you convulsed under him, he let go of your hands, and wrapped them around your neck. The image of him fucking you, as his hands were on your throat was pornographic. His bulgy flesh and metal muscles tensing up, as his dog tags dangled over you, was just so sexy. “C-cum inside me Bucky..please..im yours to use and abuse” you choked out. He bit his bottom lip, before cursing through gritted teeth. Your lewd words were enough to push him over the edge, making him spill his warm seed inside of you. He thrusted into you a couple more times, before laying on top of you as he caught his breath. 

“Bucky..youre crushing me” you struggled to lift him up, but he got up using his arms, and didnt disconnect his dick from inside you. “Sorry Doll..just give me like a couple minutes. I want to go again”

“again? I dont think thats such a good idea. We still need to talk about this whole situation.” 

“Ugh dont ruin the moment. Just understand that we will be staying here for a while. Just until we can figure things out” 

“Bucky...I dont know” 

“of course you do. You did a really shitty thing to me and we are here to make sure that wont happen again. You promise to be good for me, right?”

There wasn't any indication that he was lying so you decided to trust him. “Right” you answered, even though your gut told you otherwise.

[running-with-kn1ves]

YANDERE STALKER X READER

A/N: Hello!! Please excuse my typos and mishaps, I’ve had very little time to write as of recently. To fill the yandere void I have been watching too many Japanese ASMR videos;; I am both ashamed and proud of this fact. Honestly I recommend them-- good for the soul. Especially when ur lacking good content!

This idea was given to me by an anon but i switched it up! The prompt reminded me too much of Don’t Take This Risk so I gave a lil twist.

Yandere! Male Suicidal Stalker X GN Reader

TW: Mentions of suicide, the ideation of death, obsessive behaviors, stalking, overall creeping, yandere/possessive behaviors, non consensual touching/kissing, drugs (ketamine), hospitals

“Hello?"

You answered the phone without a forethought, the action being natural as a part of your job.  Waiting in silence for another voice to reply, you suspected it to be another prank caller or scam.

You heard fumbling in the background, static picking up the sound of things being shuffled and dropped.

"Uh yes hello is this the Serene County Hospital?" A shaky, male voice replied.

"Yes, it is. Is something the matter?"

"I just," The voice started, but couldn't finish. The man's breath on the other line was quivering, and you heard a few curses leave his mouth as the sound of shuffling papers occurred in the background.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't sound alright--is there an emergency?" You asked with concern.

"No no," you clicked your pen, prepared to alert emergency services if needed; handling life threatening calls wasn't your forte but you wouldn't just leave someone in need! "I just wanted to let you know that-- that I'm going to be dead soon."

You dropped your pen, mouth agape. The stranger’s voice was trembling before but now he spoke with assurance. Everything else about the call so far had been messy, but this tone was absolute.

"D...dead?" You repeated.

"Yes, and I don't want your pity, I just want to let it be known that I'll be dead... if I can finish off the job of course."

He mumbled the last part with sarcasm, as the sound of pills falling on the floor became recognizable in your ear. 

"Uh wait, wait hold on. Are you going to... hurt yourself?" 

The man on the line went silent, his rapid breathing filling the air.

"Don’t, don't do anything rash okay? Just-- talk to me for a second before you try anything permanent. Alright?" You spoke in a soft tone, but couldn't hide the urgency in it. You were tempted to contact any of the nurses, your manager, or anybody who actually knew what they were doing. Being a newly hired secretary who could hardly tell the difference between appointment times, you felt inadequate for this situation.

"Alright." He replied, giving a firm breath.

You paused, trying to figure out what to say. How do you calm someone down from something like that? Your brain scrambled around to find some way to help.

"Why… Why do you want to do something like that? Take your life I mean. I understand life is shit but... forever is-- forever."

He sighed on the other line, and you could tell he’s had this conversation before. 

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I don’t want you to die.”

You grew anxious, looking around to see if there were any nurses available to alert. There was no one. Families sat, waiting for their hospitalized loved ones, but no one else. The woman who was training you for the past few weeks was on her lunch break; unfortunately you knew for sure if you left the phone alone he’d hang up. 

“Why?”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“Why.. Do you care?”

“Well… I’m not sure. I know I don’t know you but, I don’t think anyone deserves to die. Especially not someone who’d call in about taking care of their future corpse.”

You laughed, hoping the joke made a good mark. Thankfully, the man on the line gave a small laugh as well, his hesitancy almost gone. 

“And I can tell… You’re a good person. Just from hearing you, the way you talk, you’d never hurt anybody. I don’t think you should die.”

“Are you sure about that, what if I’m a serial killer? And the body I’m calling about isn’t mine..” His grim tone was exaggerated, which made you feel better about suspecting if that was actually the case. 

Giving a good laugh, you wrote down the phone number that appeared on the display. You wanted to make sure someone could trace it possibly, just to make sure this guy didn’t hurt himself.

“So, can you tell me more?” 

“More?” He asked, in an almost bewildered tone.  

“Yeah, more about you.”

You were genuinely curious and wanted to help; the male on the phone just laughed. 

“It sounds like we’re on a date, not you taking pity on a sad excuse for a person.” 

You could hear his grin through the line, but something about the words cut deep. 

“Hey, don’t say that. I’m not taking pity on you-- you deserve someone to talk to. If I really only felt pity, would I still be talking?” 

“Alright alright I get it.”

You heard the sound of a medicine bottle get set down, and the shuffling of feet. Your heart spiked, hoping this was a good sign of him stepping away from the idea of death. 

“It’s nothing special- Like you said, life’s shit. I’m tired, alone; everyday is the same, waking up by myself, going to bed without seeing a single soul. I have no one to live for, no reason to exist. I haven’t seen a person in months… I haven’t talked in…”

You heard him drift off, the silence weighing on you both like a brick. 

“You can see me.” You blurted out.

“...What?” 

“I mean,” You tried to regain your posture, embarrassed at the strange choice of words. “You can come here, to the hospital. We have a special ward for people dealing with--”

“No. I… Nevermind. I shouldn’t have called. Thank you for listening.”

“Wait! I-” You scrambled for things to think of, feeling as if his life was in your hands and if you didn’t say anything you’d drop it. “You can-- You can come see me alone?” 

It sounded more like a question, but you didn’t know what else to say. Reliance on a single person was a bad idea to propose at a time like this, but what else could you say? He didn’t seem too keen on being put in a mental ward…

“I know it’s not much and you probably don’t want to waste your time but-- I mean, if you want to see a real someone-- bones, blood and all-- I’m here.”

You heard his breath hitch, the phone growing absolutely quiet, no background noise or shuffling of papers threatened to break it. 

After a drawn out silence, you heard him laugh. It was quiet at first, almost nothing but the shaking of shoulders, but his voice grew clearer and louder. You didn’t know whether to be shocked or glad, knowing that he appeared to be in a better mood than the beginning of the call. His voice moved farther away from the phone, then back towards it as his laughs receded. 

“I’ll think about it, thanks.” He said between snickers. Before you could get a lasting word in, he hung up.

You sat in shock, the disconnected tone of the phone ringing through your right ear.

Steadily dropping the phone, you could only just stare at it. Your heartbeat didn’t slow; it couldn’t. The most you’d ever dealt with was.. Someone who asked for their medicine to be refilled, or directions. You didn’t expect to handle something so serious and scary as that so soon. The hospital phone number wasn’t even on the emergency list; you wondered why he specifically chose to call this hospital. Questions and thoughts raced in your mind, trying to decide what to do with the scribbled down phone number. 

“Who was that?” A nurse walked up to you asking. Her blue scrubs were bunched and wrinkled, showing more fatigue than her face did. 

“Oh uh.. No one.” You lied. You didn’t want to go around telling everyone about this man, fearing the possibility of gossip spreading, leading to even less likelihood of people seeking help.

The nurse scrutinized your stunned face, looking you up and down. 

“Alright newbie.” She mumbled. 

Shuffling away the woman turned to a hospital bedroom down the hall. You sighed out of relief, glad she wouldn’t pester you on the traumatic occurrence. 

As patients walked up to the desk, you could hardly give them a thought, head still preoccupied with the sound of that mystery man’s voice and his clumsiness. You really really hoped he was okay; that’s the only way you could put it. You really hoped. 

---

Though the next day passed, you still thought about it. You never even got a name; no address, just a phone number. You gave it to the head supervisor. He didn’t say much, stating that it was too little to make a police report out of, nor an emergency. You slightly regretted the idea of not telling that nurse earlier; maybe she could’ve helped more than your shit boss. 

Despite you begging him to at least find someone to trace the call, he didn’t. You understood that there were priorities, especially because of the increase in crime as of late, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Especially because of the possibility of that man hurting himself! 

Soon enough, as a week passed you began to slowly forget about it. The interaction nagged in your brain sometimes, going over the conversation over and over again, but it became detached. Merely a faint memory. 

Well, that was until the sticky notes started popping up. You thought maybe it was a prank, some of the interns playing a cruel joke on you; but from the way they were phrased, it was too specific.

‘Remember me?’ The first one wrote. You wondered if maybe it was just something someone forgot, perhaps placed on your computer as a reminder or inquiry for the hospital. But after lunch, it was still there, along with a timestamp. 

Tuesday, 5:03-5:12 Unit 2 floor 1

That was your unit; your floor. Last tuesday… it took you a moment to remember but as soon as you did, your skin went cold. That was the day, around the same time you talked to that man… Or maybe it was the specific time, considering its detail. 

Looking around, you noticed no one out of the ordinary. A few elderly men and women walking with their designated nurses, and families walking to hospital rooms. No one suspicious, no one looking at you. So why did you feel watched, like there were eyes peering into every muscle and vein you owned?

Sitting down, you shakily pulled the sticky notes off your computer, putting them in the trash. It was just a sick joke.. That’s all it was. At least, that’s what you wanted it to be. 

Feigning a smile, you pretended like nothing happened. Helping people get where they needed to be and to make appointments was your job; nothing important, nothing that needed to be interfered with, but enough for you. And you wouldn’t have some jerk mess it up because they wanted a laugh at your empathy. 

It all went fine and dandy, when you didn’t pay attention to the growth of notes forming on your desk. 

‘How are you?’

‘What was your day like?’

‘You look beautiful today.’

‘That cardigan is just your color.’

‘Tell that dickwad to stop flirting with you, you’re out of his league.’

‘Don’t forget your lunch break, you work too hard!’

They were reassuring, kind, as well as creepy and invasive. Sometimes they’d be mellow and supportive, with things like “Don’t strain yourself!” only to turn dark. You wondered if maybe one of the nurses was doing it to help, or maybe keep a mental note. But they began to grow too creepy and watchful.

‘Cade, was that the male nurse's name who kept harassing you? I’ll gut him if you want me to.’

‘I saw you talking to someone again today; do you know how crazy that makes me?’

‘I just want to devour you whole.’

You didn’t know what half of them meant; yeah, you talked to the nurses and staff when necessary, because that was your job. Whoever was planting these, was going too far. It lasted for days on end, turning into weeks, and you never told anyone. The words of your boss repeated in your head, reminding you how busy the hospital had been, and how it didn’t even have time for that man. 

If they didn’t have time for that poor man, how could they have time to deal with you? You were on the brink of filing for harassment, but it just didn’t seem in the cards; your boss would without a doubt brush off these strange notes, especially because you don’t have much evidence. 

So, like a champ, you continued your week without saying anything to the higher ups. A few of the nurses noticed, and agreed how strange it was. But again, it was all chopped up to be a prank. The hospital was huge, a number of people could be doing it. You were too tired from the long shifts and back aches to challenge the prankster. 

Through time, everything seemed alright; less and less notes greeted you at work, and that was a good sign. The comments seemed to dwindle, down to being a mere “have a good day, love” or “I hope you haven’t forgotten me.”

And that was good news! It was great, you were able to focus on work without the possibility of being followed or watched at work, like you feared you had been. Well, it turns out it wasn’t just at work. It was home, too. 

Forgetting to check the mail for a few days, you opened the box to find a flurry of letters and post-it notes. None with a return address. Now it was getting freaky… not only did this person know where you work, they knew your home location too. You were too scared to read all the letters, and merely settled on a few. They weren’t long; you knew they didn’t need to be, looking at the mass amount of more piled up envelopes nearby. The post-it notes were all the ones you had thrown in the trash, recreated to perfection. 

`WHY DO YOU THROW ME AWAY?’ One of the letters shouted in bold, red letters. Half of the envelopes were written in beautiful font, while the others were hurried and rushed, ink and a different dried substance spilling all over the paper. 

“It’s been three nights. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t. I can’t. My head is like a revolving door, that only thinks about you. The things you said, I didn’t think they would mean so much. I hate myself for not recording our conversation.” 

They were so short, a few mere sentences or a paragraph at most, detailing the days that went by. You shook, feeling exposed in your own home while reading them. 

“It’s Tuesday again. Remember when we talked? Remember when you saved me? Hell I hope you remember. I hope I wasn’t nothing to you. I can become something. I will become something; you’ll love me. From the way you do your hair in the morning, to your clothes, I know everything. I’ve written it all down, but there’s no point because I’ll never forget it all.”

The dark of your house seemed much more eerie now that these notes were here. You couldn’t stop thinking about how this was possible; how did this happen? Who knew? What is really that man you talked to, or someone else entirely?

“I went outside today. It was to see you; lately I’ve been going out alot, just to witness your existence at the hospital. I don’t want to die anymore, I found my person to live for. I’ve met new people, people with the same interests as me. Thank goodness you aren’t their interest though, I don’t know if I could live if that was the case. I’ll see you again tomorrow, maybe someday I’ll show myself.”

Each letter was signed with an I at the end. I. You couldn’t think of anyone you knew with an I in their name that would do this; Isaac? Isabelle? Ivanka? Random names that didn’t feel familiar kept popping in your head. None of them seemed to fit.

The notes were unsettling and strange, and you couldn’t get used to it no matter how hard you tried to push it aside. At least some friends and family members were comforting; they told you to contact your supervisor, but you knew it wouldn’t do any good. Going to the police wouldn’t help either; there was nothing to make a case of. This creepy stalker really had you in their hands, and you were sick of playing into this game. 

‘Aw, talking to my future in-laws about me? How exciting. I promise to give a good impression!’

A new note was there… along with an address. It seemed so out of place, along with the eerie words. Nothing followed after the address, just a house number and street name. The hardly legible words filled you with passion; finally, you could confront the jackass who’d been bothering you for so long. It had been a month now; everyday, at least 5 notes would show up. Somehow, someway this person was inconspicuous enough to avoid the eyesight of both the nurses and patients. 

The fire burning in you to track this person down slowly diminished; what if it was all a lie? This could be the address to be anywhere, from a random hotel to the property of human traffickers. Your brain flickered back and forth between the idea of going or not. You absolutely would have to check it out eventually, but going alone sounded like a bad idea. 

Your few bathroom breaks and lunch break were the only times of semi-peace. Scrolling mindlessly on your phone gave a nice distraction from the hectic events. As you returned to your desk, a new sticky note was planted. You still couldn’t get used to that damn feeling, knowing that someone was watching you where you couldn’t see them. 

‘I can see how nervous you are. Don’t be afraid! I won’t hurt you. But, I can’t promise that some of the patients here won't have a few accidents if you refuse to come.’

Your eyes widened at the threat, feeling each hair stand on end. Looking around, you made sure to see nothing nefarious was happening. Everything seemed to be fine, but that shaky feeling of someone watching you wouldn’t leave. 

Putting off going to the address, you went straight home instead. Even if you weren’t safe there, it felt better than being at work, where other people could be at risk. After everything, you didn’t want someone else to get hurt because you didn’t comply. But.. of course you didn’t really want to go see this person either. 

The next day was hell; everything seemed to go fine, but it was odd that there were no new notes, not even in your folders. That’s when things went downhill-- an older patient who had come in for heart dysfunction, was pushed down the stairs. The man tried to play it off as him falling, but the clear surveillance photos showed someone pushing him. The elderly man was supposed to go in for surgery soon; his health was in serious jeopardy. Hearing the doctors gossip about it made your throat go dry. You couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom, breaking down. 

The tears just kept flowing out; it was too much stress, too much to handle being everyone’s servant at the hospital, and handling this crazy obsessed stalker. You had even noticed your things start to go missing, which just made you cry even harder. At that moment you decided to go to the address; even if you got sold on the black market, at least there was one life you spared, sacrificing your own. It all felt ridiculous when you thought about it; there could be so many reasonable explanations for everything. But everything was so closely related, you refused to believe they were separate instances. 

The day went much faster after that, all you could seem to keep your mind on was how this was all going to play out. Meeting your creepy stalker; what would they do? You had a whole essay prepared to shout in their face. Because of this mystery person, your entire life was flipped upside down. The lack of consistent work due to your stress had even gotten you scolded by your boss. Enough was enough, you were prepared to fight this person. It was about time they showed themselves. 

Leaving the hospital, you spent no time looking around for the creeper. You’d meet them in due time; it was clear they weren’t going to hurt you quite yet. The address was written once more on a small sheet of white paper, attached to your car windowsill. Ripping the paper off, you typed the street and home number in your phone. The house wasn’t even 10 minutes away… It was terrifying, knowing someone so dangerous and obsessive was lurking close. 

Thankfully the address was at least a house, no creepy abandoned building or dangerous alley. Just a normal, almost suburban-like home. Pulling into the driveway, you felt fear clench inside of you, It gnawed and twisted your stomach, making your bones brittle and your heart furious. 

Getting out of the car, you noticed how strange the home looked; inside the garage, appeared to be a car; thankfully someone actually LIVED here. But the outside.. It was hurriedly kept. Like it only recently got cleaned up. 

Knocking on the door, you couldn’t help but feel your breathing stop. The sky was beginning to darken, and the outside lights of peoples’ homes began to turn on. A perfect setting for your death, you felt.

The door opened with a creak, someone darkly appearing on the other side. 

“Hello…?” You slightly stuttered, feeling less confident now that you were really here. 

“Come in.” A voice called. It sounded almost familiar. 

“No.. no thank you. I don’t trust this; in fact I’m very angry.” 

“Please.. I promise I won’t do anything just. Just get inside. I promise. I’m harmless.”  

You debated on whether or not going in was a good idea; he did in fact sound harmless. Deciding you were already here, and it was best to get it over with now, you hurried for him to open the door. Widening it, he allowed you to step in. 

The house was dark, only illuminated by the screen of a computer, and light that traveled downstairs. 

“Why the hell is it so dark in here?” You commented with annoyance, feeling around for a lightswitch. The man didn’t give you a chance to go any further, slamming the door shut with an automatic lock. 

“Hey!” 

Your calls fell on deaf ears; The man who was once beside you was now behind, gagging you with a piece of rough cloth and a tight grip around your neck. The harsh manhandling around your nose and neck were utterly painful, making dots appear in your eyes. It felt as if everything was flashing, you couldn’t even really remember what you were there for. 

What was the point? To die? This was a terrible decision. And now you were paying for it. The struggle lasted too long; what was mere minutes felt like hours. You tried every move possible, from pretending to faint to hitting and scratching. Nothing worked. 

Your body fell limp, but only partly hit the ground; the rest of you was held up by someone else. Something pinched you in the arm; it pinched again, the person above you barely moving their body. Watching him lift the pincher up, you realized it wasn’t a poke you felt, but a stab. In his hand, the hooded figure held a needle.

“Ketamine,” He said, a small smile on his face, removing the hood from his head. “It can do wonders.”

Picking up your feet, he dragged your limp body into another room. You felt yourself get hazy; coughing up a storm, you found it harder to move and struggle more so than before. 

“I actually got it when rummaging around in the hospital, pretty convenient really.” The man fumbled in front of your lying body, and you couldn’t see what he was doing. Even with the slight pressure against your skin, the cold of the chains began to become unnoticeable. Everything became unnoticeable. From the way he wrapped your hands in duck tape above you, looking down at you with intensity. It wasn’t romantic like in the movies; it wasn’t soft or gentle, it was… unsettling. He just kept looking at you. You couldn’t move your face, but you really hoped it showed disgust. You hoped it showed hate. 

His rapid breathing left your skin as he finished wrapping your hands. 

“I.. I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this but you leave me no choice.” 

His voice was nearly sympathetic. Nearly, but it was overpowered by the sound of conviction. Belief. He thought he was right in doing this. 

Bending down, his legs shook. Crouching next to you the man moved your hair away from your face, tracing the curve of your cheeks and jaw. 

“Fuck..” His breath steadily grew, and he covered his mouth. “You’re so beautiful..”

As he traced your lips, you could hardly feel the sensation. It was almost like a tickle, the way it hardly registered in your nerves. 

The man moved quicker, removing his hand from his mouth to touch more of you. His tone was full of hesitation, not knowing whether to sit in silence and enjoy this or to give you insight on who he was. 

“I… I know you must think I’m a creep. For doing this.” 

He said such a thing but didn’t stop, instead continuing to unzip your jacket slowly. 

“But I’m not… I just needed help. And you were there for me.”

You recognized that hesitation. That almost fearful tone that didn’t suit his face. It might’ve only been a 5 minute call that day but you could recognize it now; after all, the voice didn’t leave your head for days. 

“You probably don’t even remember me. I wouldn’t remember me either.” He laughed quietly, running his fingers over your shirt and stomach. The touch was light at first, but you could tell he was getting more confident now. 

“My name’s… Ira. You don’t have to tell me yours.. I already know.” 

Leaning down to smell your neck, he stroked the side of your head. 

“Soft. and antiseptic. What you’d imagine from someone in a hospital.” Ira said, noting your chemicall-stenched clothes. 

You so desperately wanted to hit him, to shove him off of you, or anything really. But for the life of you, you couldn’t move. Nothing was working. And you could hardly tell at all what was happening. 

“I think even though your eyes are showing fear, you really wanted this too… I’ve wanted to meet you-- to touch you-- so bad since we first talked.”

Unbuttoning the top of your shirt, Ira smothered your upper chest with his head, inhaling every scent of you he could. 

“Stop… don’t think I’m a creep..” He mumbled against you, running his hands up and down your sides. 

You managed to make a low whimper, trying to blink back the tears. The ceiling was white, contrasting with the great deal of stuff thrown around the room. It looked like someone had been hiding away there for years.Your whimper resonated again, sounding strained and painful.

“Don’t, don’t make a noise like that! You made me this way!” 

Ira yelled against you, his disheveled hair brushed against your chin. From the short view you were able to witness of him, he was almost average; nearly unrecognizable. If you saw him on the street you wouldn’t think he’d ever do something like this. His hair was choppy and neck length, but looked shorter and more boyish in the front. 

“I want to… but I won't…” He hesitated, breathing heavily against you. Against your own slowing heartbeat, you could feel his quicken. Ira’s hands brushed against the low hem of your shirt, repeatedly moving away and towards it, unsure. 

“Don’t hate me okay?” His voice when he talked to you, wasn’t as insecure compared to his self mumbling. “Where’s that quirky sweetheart who didn’t want me to die? And why did they throw away my notes?” 

Ira moved back to face you, his hands running up your shirt to rub your upper abdomen. 

“I saw. I saw everything. And even though you’re here now, I don’t know if I can forgive you… I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.”

You swallowed, trying to move against the duck tape against your wrists; they were wrapped nearly up to the end of your thumbs. The ketamine that Ira injected into you, had no means of leaving your body quite yet as you failed to move despite wanting the freedom.

“A creep and a deity, how funny that we’re destined to be soulmates.”

Ira laughed, a pained laugh like the one you heard the first time you spoke to him. He moved forward to face you, gaze meeting yours. An unhidable smile was prevalent on his face, as he admired the binding of your wrists and your features. 

“I promise I’ll let you up when the drug wears off, but that doesn’t mean that we’re finished.” 

Ira breathed against you, hesitantly putting his lips against yours. He gave shallow pecks at first, still treading lightly.

“Fuck.. I haven’t touched someone in so long.” He whispers against you, deepening a new kiss. “Do I sound cool? Am I what you imagined?”

His hands tangled in your hair, lifting your head to give the illusion of you kissing back. 

“I know.. I know you don’t want this yet but I need it. I need you.” 

Getting up for a breath, Ira scrambled around the room, his legs tangling with yours. Searching for something, you heard a satisfactory “found it '' that left his mouth.

 “Damn you’re the reason I breathe everyday… the reason I’m still alive right now. So just a little bit longer… just give me a little bit longer before I have to cage you up..”

Ira poked you once again with something; you couldn’t feel the pain, but noticed pressure in your arm. 

“I promise it won’t hurt. I won’t hurt you.. I would never do such a thing.” He mumbled to himself again, looking back guiltily at you, then to what you assumed to be another syringe. 

“There we go..” 

Ira’s sweet tone was unnatural, almost loving compared to this situation-- the syringe needle was easily plucked out, tossed on the floor to be forgotten about as he jumped on you once more. 

“Just a little longer… you should feel good, I’ll make you feel good when it wears off okay?”

He enveloped you in a hug, cradling your head against him on the floor. 

“You’re all I could think about.… I’m so glad you got my notes. We’ll be together, alone for now on.” Ira stroked your head; you could hear his heartbeat in your ear.

[aly-writes]

niragi what dating him is like plss💗

of course, anon! hope you like them :) i didn't include pre-borderland niragi, hope you don't mind!

warnings: none

dating niragi headcanons

niragi is a pain in the ass in general, but even more so when he's pining after you.

you first caught his eye at the beach. you were newer and weren't aware of the power the militants had. because of this, you basically mouthed off to one of them and from there, it's history.

once he has his attention on you, he will not leave you alone. he was very annoying at first, following you around like a lost puppy and all.

eventually you got used to it, but it was going to take more than that to fully pull you in.

he shows off. a lot.

niragi feels very superior to most of the people at the beach, and he isn't afraid to show it. especially when he's trying to impress you.

he'll give off a cool, tough guy impression when he's in public with you. when you're alone, he'll try to brag. does it impress you? not really. do you find it endearing? yeah.

he wants you to think of him as somebody strong and dependable, and in his mind, he succeeded. after all, you got together at some point.

similar to chishiya, the concept of feelings is kind of new to niragi. he was more of a loner in high school, and after he got his new makeover, most of his romantic experiences weren't committed.

unlike chishiya though, he is fully willing to accept them because this is the first time he's ever felt so strongly about someone.

asks you out confidently, and acts very cocky when you say yes.

don't expect super romantic dates. as i mentioned, he's not used to commitment, so he's probably not much of a romantic either.

even so, if you say you want something romantic, he'll try his hardest to please you. he just wants to keep you happy, even if it's by exploring new territory.

niragi is possessive as hell.

in his eyes, you are his and he is yours. he refuses to let anybody get in the way of that.

get's very jealous when he sees you around other guys. after you say goodbye to whoever you're talking to, he gives them a little talk. and he's not afraid to bring his gun into the conversation if need be.

fundamentally, this possessiveness comes from a deep fear of losing you. if you reassure him a lot, he tones it down.

this fear goes into overdrive when your visa is about to expire. he tries to accompany you on any game that he can, just to make sure you come out without a scratch.

he's super wary of your friends.

it might be because of his strong sense of jealousy in a relationship, but he keeps an eye on your friends. his number one fear is them trying to convince you that he's not good enough for you or something along those lines.

oh boy... this man is extremely affectionate and is not afraid to show it.

he adores you and loves to show you off. whether that's by having a full-blown makeout session in front of the members of the beach or wrapping his arms tightly around your hips in front of the militants, he doesn't care.

speaking of makeout sessions... expect a lot of those. his favorite form of affection is kissing and he never gets tired of it, so for your sake, i hope you don't either.

calls smaller forms of affection like hand-holding 'pansy shit' and is set in his views that spicier ways of affection are better ways to show love.

though, if you're shy or not into that, he will adjust for you. although niragi can be selfish, he does realize that a relationship is a two-way street.

don't let his rough exterior fool you. he's got a really big soft spot for you on the inside.

he loves cuddling you, especially being the bigger spoon. holding you in his arms makes him feel like he's keeping you safe, which is ultimately his number one goal.

he will always make time for you, no matter the situation. he may be a militant, but they don't matter as much as you do. if you need him, he will be there for you without a doubt.

he will defend you tooth and nail. if he hears someone talking bad about you, they won't leave his sight with all their teeth intact.

one of his favorite parts of this is you coddling him after the fight. making sure his injuries aren't bad, holding his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks... yeah. he loves that a lot.

pet names are extremely common with him. and lots of teasing too.

of course, he likes the classic nickname of babe. sometimes he'll switch it up and call you sweetheart or sunshine.

he really enjoys playfully teasing you, and with this comes play fighting. it only really happens in private though, but it's the highlight of his day.

overall...

niragi can be a difficult guy to deal with, but if he loves you, you couldn't have a better ally.

he is loyal to you through thick and thin and will make sure you're aware of it.

he's your number one supporter and will always brag about how amazing you are to literally anybody with ears<3

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

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