#‘so the prisoner kink runs in the family i see’

[clementine-writes-things]

"Run Rabbit, Run!" pt.2 - E.N

Summary: After getting sent to Arkham, Edward requests to see Y/n Wayne. The visit is not what y/n expected at all...(this might not be entirely consistent with the first part, but just ignore those parts pls. I have exams soon so I'm balancing writing and college and running on like 5 hours of sleep each day 😭 I'm still rlly proud of this tho <3 I hope u like it)

Pt.1 here pt.3 here

Content Warning: 18+, explicit language, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, egotistical!Edward, stalker!Edward, yandere!Edward, brief mention of suicide, mentions of rough sex, EXTREMELY graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, sexual content, dirty talk, daddy issues, daddy kink, praising, degrading, choking, slapping, edward referring to himself as a fox and y/n a rabbit, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of guns, mentions of torture. (Edward is a freak in this. This is kinda like joker/harley dynamic except there is no abuse, it's just that Edward is so fucking charming that y/n is OBSESSED with him.)

Word Count: 7k+

Songs For Inspo:

YOU'RE TOO SLOW (Bonus) - Odetari

Freak Show - Punkinloveee, h3artcrush

I LOVE YOU HOE (W/ 9lives) -Odetari

She' So Nice - Pink Guy

Custer - Slipknot

~Read Below Cut~

Y/n sat on her bed, head in her hands as she wept. Bruce put a hand on her back, rubbing comforting circles. It was a huge blow to her gut. She had fallen in love with Edward over the months they had been friends. The two of them had gotten so close. And now, she had found out that he was The Riddler. The real humiliating part? It was right under her nose. Though she had suspicions, she never wanted to believe them, so she ignored every red flag she saw.

"I'm really sorry." Bruce said.

"Bruce, is it bad that I still care about him?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes.

He sighed.

"No, I don't think so. He was your friend."

She nodded, wiping away the tears that spilled down her cheeks. Bruce frowned, pulling her in for a hug. After the whole incident happened, Bruce immediately went to y/n's apartment, outside of his armor of course. He knew she lived nearby and he wanted to make sure his sister was ok. Y/n had told him about the man she met in a bookstore, and from what she had shared with him, he was a good person. But, he should know better than anyone how easily one can hide their true self.

"I'm surprised he didn't try and hurt you. You're a Wayne and it seems like he has a grudge against our family."

"He has every right to hold a grudge against us!"

Bruce pulled away from the hug, confusion on his face. Y/n sighed, standing up and going to her nightstand. She opened it up and pulled out a file. Tossing it to Bruce, she crossed her arms over her chest. Inside was pictures of the old orphanage that was once Wayne Manor. Pictures of the living conditions, children, and even Edward were in there. Y/n had done some serious digging to get this information, though, it was easy if you were a Wayne of course.

"He lived in the orphanage, Bruce. His entire life. Our dad offered him a better life, told him that he could work for W.I."

"He did?" He asked, looking through the pictures.

"Yes, he did. Edward, he applied so many times to the Renewal project. But...dad and mom..." She trailed.

Bruce looked up at her, feeling his heart sink.

"...well, you and I were too young to take charge of anything. So, he was left to rot in that prison. He told me about the things he experienced there, Bruce. It haunts me that Wayne Enterprises let children suffer. We could have easily helped those poor children." She sniffled, holding back tears.

"Jesus."

"You think we're sad orphans, Bruce? Look at those pictures. Look at how they lived..."

He did. He saw all of it. The rats. The horrible beds that they had to sleep in, if they even could. Bruce felt cold just looking at the pictures. He winced as he saw one picture of a child, bite marks on their hands and fingers.

"When I was older, I found out about this. That's why I live out here, Bruce. I want to live like everyone else does. I donate to the orphanages, I do check ups to make sure everything is good, I donate to hospitals, I do volunteering. But, it was Edward who showed me how truly terrible this city is. Yes, he murdered people...but they were bad people Bruce. You know this. That's why he didn't go after me..."

"It sounds like you're defending his actions..." He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not! I'm just...he's not a bad person, Bruce. Sick in the head, sure. I'm just worried about him..." She mumbled.

"Y/n, he murdered people."

"And you go around beating people up in a bat costume! Maybe you belong in Arkham too." She spat.

"I don't kill people."

"Well, maybe if you did this city would be safer!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I-..I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm just shaken up. Frankly, I could give a shit about the people he killed, they were all scum. I'm just worried about Edward."

"Well, he's in Arkham, he's safe there. He can't hurt anyone and he can't hurt himself."

"I guess...not the most humane place though."

Y/n's phone rang, making both of them fall silent. Who could be calling this late at night? It had been an hour since Edward was apprehended, making it 1 A.M. She looked at Bruce before answering the phone.

"This is Y/n Wayne, who is this?"

'Ms. Wayne, this is Cap-...Commissioner Gordon.'

"Commissioner Gordon! Um, what's the matter?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

'It's 'The Riddler'. He's asked to see you in Arkham.'

"Oh, um...ok, I'll be there."

Y/n hung up the phone.

"It's Edward. He's requested to see me..."

"And you're going?" He asked.

"Well, of course I am. I need an explanation, some closure. He's still my friend, Bruce."

He sighed.

"I'm surprised he hasn't asked to see me. He seemed so obsessed with gaining my attention. Um, you're not going to tell him that I'm..."

"No, Bruce. I'm not an idiot. Can you drive me to Arkham, please? It'd be nice to have you there."

"Yeah, that's ok..."

~

When the Wayne siblings arrived, everyone practically worshipped them. Offering to open doors, constantly saying 'Ms. Wayne' and 'Mr. Wayne'. It annoyed the both of them a lot, though Bruce was the one who could hide the annoyance. Y/n, however, could not. Yes, she loved her family, but she didn't want to be seen as simply 'the Wayne daughter'. It put her on a high pedestal that she hated being on.

"Fuck, there he is." She mumbled, looking at him through the one way window.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. Um, I know there is camera in the room, but do they pick up audio too? I'd prefer for our conversation to be private."

Bruce looked at the security officer.

"Oh, um, no ma'am they do not pick up sound. They only serve as surveillance to make sure an inmate doesn't try and do something they shouldn't. Sometimes we hold therapy sessions in here too, so, legally we can't record sound."

"Ok, thank you. Alright, I'm going in."

"I love you, little sis."

"I love you too, big brother."

Y/n took a deep breath as she opened the door. Edward's gaze landed on her immediately, causing her to feel small. Yes, y/n had always been slightly intimidated by Edward, but even more so now. He did not look like a person who was capable of violence, and yet he murdered multiple people. It was startling. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair on the other side of the glass.

"Mmm, I knew you'd come..." He hummed.

"You're still my friend, Edward. I care about you."

He chuckled, deciding he'd circle back to that topic later. Tilting his head to the side, he raised his hands up slowly so the guard didn't get jumpy. Edward pointed at the thing in their hands.

"What's that?" He asked.

Y/n opened up the slot underneath the glass. She slid the item into the box, closing the lid. It fell to Edward's side, and he picked it up. A small smile formed on his lips. It was y/n's copy of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'. Y/n watched as he flipped through the pages, immediately feeling himself grow warm with happiness.

"I was going to bring you a blanket, but they said that it was a safety hazard. They said you could hang yourself with it." She grumbled.

"Well, this is still a nice present."

It fell silent in the visiting room. The only sound was the flipping of the pages as Edward skimmed through the book. He looked so nonchalant, as if he didn't just snipe Falcone less than 2 hours ago. Though, to be fair, his death wasn't that distressing. Y/n was just startled by how calm he was, especially with where he was.

"Edward, why did you call me here?"

"Hm, I'm not entirely sure...I suppose I just wanted to see my 'friend' again." He smiled innocently.

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Edward smirked, humming to himself like he usually did. His fingers rapped against the book, creating small tap sounds. Eventually, y/n just rolled her eyes.

"Look, if you aren't going to talk to me then I'll just go."

"Oh, you will? Ok then, go ahead."

Y/n looked at him, cheeks tinted slightly pink. He had that smug grin on his face, y/n had seen it a lot. Edward had that look when he won a game they were playing or if he stumped y/n on a riddle. But, this time it was more sinister. It sent chills down her spine and she stayed put in the chair. Edward chuckled, nodding his head slowly. He didn't have to say anything, they both knew he called her out on her bluff. Sighing, he looked at her with kind eyes, but his tone of voice was the complete opposite. He was so good at pretending to be something he was not.

"Y/n Wayne, you knew who I was for a while. Why didn't you say anything?" He questioned.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Edward."

"Hm, so you never saw the mask in my pocket that one night? You never saw the tiny dots of blood on my face ? The riddles never raised a red flag?" He asked, continuing to flip through the book.

Y/n was silent, looking down at her hands shamefully. Edward tutted, shaking his head. Coolly, he read a small part of the page he was on before looking back up at y/n. She nodded, admitting that she saw them all.

"Uh huh, so why didn't you say anything? I'm dying to know the answer..."

"I-It was because you were my...friend, Edward. I was conflicted."

He kept his face neutral as he looked at her.

"Mmm, there's that word again. Friend. I know you're lying about your answer, so I'll make a deal with you. I'll tell you a secret I've been keeping for a while, and you in return will give me an honest answer. Sound fair?" He asked.

Before she could answer, he started to talk again.

"I've been stalking you for months, y/n. Long before I 'met' you in that bookstore. Did you know that?" He giggled.

"What?"

"Did you really think I just happened to show up in your favorite bookstore? That I just happened to live directly across from you? I know everything about you, y/n. I've been watching you. Studying you. Like a predator stalks their prey."

"You're fucking with me, Edward. That's not funny." She scolded.

"Oh, I don't think it's funny either. I'm being very serious, y/n. Now, why don't you tell me the truth about why you never ratted me out?"

"What the fuck..." She mumbled.

"Well? I'm waiting for an answer."

She was taken aback by his secret, but it made sense the more she thought about it. Of course he had stalked her. She was just too fucking stupid to see it. The thought of Edward stalking her for months before they met scared the shit out of her. But, at the same time, it excited her.

"Y-You're a creep! I trusted you! I lov-..." She trailed.

"Aha, there's the answer I was looking for! Go on, say it." He cackled.

She sighed, looking at her hands again.

"I loved you, Edward. That's why I never said anything."

"Loved? Oh no, you still love me y/n. I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

"I do not love you! You're a psycho, a creep, and a murderer!" She spat.

"You knew all of those things before, yet you still were 'friends' with me. Isn't that right?" Edward smirked.

"W-"

"And don't act like you hate the idea of me stalking you. I know who you are, y/n. You're so easy to read."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

Edward sighed in annoyance, propping his forearms up on the metal ledge. He maintained his neutral facial expression as he looked at her. Y/n felt small under his gaze and he knew it. He knew he had power over her. He always would.

"Tell me, doesn't the thought of me watching you from my apartment excite you? Waiting all night for even the tiniest glimpse of you? I know how much you crave attention from others." Edward suavely said.

"I-I mean..."

"Oh, precious Y/n never got the attention she so desperately wanted growing up. No mommy and daddy to tell her 'I'm so proud of you, sweet girl!'. Isn't that right, rabbit?" He cooed.

Y/n felt a chill go down her spine. He was right. Fuck, he was good at reading people. Sniffling, y/n nodded her head. How the hell was he doing this to her?

"Oh, the poor thing. You have such a kind heart, always giving and giving and giving. When has anyone ever given you anything in return? When was the last time someone praised you?" He asked.

Y/n reached up, wiping a tear from her eye quickly.

"S-So long..."

"That just won't do, will it? No, I don't think it will."

She looked at him, lips quivering.

"You know who is proud of you? Eddie."

He watched as she smiled softly. Edward loved seeing her smile so much. If he could just capture a picture of it and keep it, he was sure he would never feel sadness ever again.

"Y-You are?" She sniffled.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. You make me so proud. There are so many things you're good at that deserve praise. Your art, your constant donations to charity, your kind heart, my oh my the list goes on!" He chuckled.

Y/n was blushing like a school girl. To be completely honest, she didn't care that Edward had stalked her. Sure, it was a little jarring, but he was the first person to show her genuine love in a long time. Y/n was head over heels for him and there was nothing she could do about it. The heart wants what it wants after all.

"Oh, there's that beautiful smile. Such a pretty girl. But, y/n, I do have one thing I'm not proud of at all."

"W-What dad-...Edward?"

He smiled to himself at her near 'slip up'. If she had called him it, he wouldn't have minded at all. Actually, he would have loved it...

"You see, you lie to me a lot. You think I never notice, but I do."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Do not apologize, y/n. All will be forgiven if you just tell me the truth about one thing."

"O-Ok!"

"That's my girl, now, the 'bad dream' you had earlier. I believe you didn't tell me the full story. Why don't you tell Eddie alllll about it?" He grinned.

"O-Oh...um, I-..." She trailed.

"You can tell me anything, rabbit. I'll keep it as a secret."

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she nodded softly. Edward kept his gaze on her. It was a good thing that the cameras didn't record audio, because he knew what was coming. Yes, he already knew what the dream centered around, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear the filthy words leave her mouth.

"W-Well, I was honest about dreaming that you were the Riddler..."

"And you were right! You're so smart." He praised.

Y/n should have felt disgusted at how light hearted he was, but she wasn't. It was upsetting how in love she was with him. She was y/n Wayne and she was in love with The Riddler. But, the shame behind that brought excitement. It was a secret between the two of them, a forbidden love. Just like Romeo & Juliet.

"...but you um, you were frightening. A-And, I um...liked it." She mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Can you elaborate?"

"I th-thought it was hot...that you um, were making me scared. Um, you were being really um...rough." She stuttered.

Edward felt his dick slowly getting hard. He cursed the glass in his head and the cameras. If he could he'd reach right across and give y/n something to dream about for years to come. Groaning softly, he nodded his head. He wasn't going to be vague anymore. He was going to be blunt.

"Did I fuck you?"

"I-..no. I w-woke up before anything like that happened." She admitted.

"Mmm, so you got all worked up over a dream I didn't even fuck you in? You must have really loved what I was saying and doing in it, huh?" He teased.

"Yeah. I-I did."

"You say we're friends, y/n. But, do friends say they love each other in a romantic way? Do friends have wet dreams about each other?" He asked.

"N-No, they don't..."

"That's right. Mmm, I've had dreams of you too, rabbit. Filthy, filthy, dreams." Edward shivered.

Y/n shifted in her seat, arousal soaking through her panties. Edward could tell she was turned on. She couldn't keep still, thighs subtly rubbing together. He tutted and shook his head.

"Now, now, you better stop that. You don't want to get caught, do you? How embarrassing would that be to have your brother find out that The Riddler was making your pussy wet? I'd be mortified if I were you." He taunted.

She whimpered, ceasing the movement of her legs. Edward could see how much willpower it was taking her not to do it. Amused, he smiled and tilted his head. He was going to torment her, tease her until she was merely a puddle on the chair.

"Ever since I first saw you, I was fascinated. That fascination turned into love. And with most love, comes lust. And oh, my sweet rabbit, I have never wanted someone as badly as I want you."

"R-Really?"

"Believe me when I say that I want to ruin you, y/n."

Y/n whined, resisting the urge to dive her hands down her pants. Edward scoffed, resting his hands back in his lap. He grabbed his dick through his pants, adjusting it.

"I have much more to say, y/n. I suggest you do your best to keep your face neutral. But you can moan, just quietly. I would very much love to hear you moan. I've wondered what it might sound like."

She nodded, gaining her composure as much as she could. Sighing, Edward looked towards the ceiling. It looked as if he was collecting his thoughts. Y/n nearly trembled in anticipation.

"I've had so many dreams of you. Some of them are sweet. Those ones consist of us going on dates, maybe a park or a movie." He said.

"That sounds nice."

"It does, doesn't it?" He smiled.

"But the other ones, ohhh, they are filthy. They are so vulgar that I'm not sure I should let them fall upon your ears." He hummed playfully.

"N-No, I want to hear! Please daddy!" She blurted out, covering her mouth with her hand.

He smiled gently, his dick twitching underneath his pants. A soft groan left his lips. Edward was wishing a painful death the the guard watching their visit. He wished for the cameras to power down and for the glass to disappear.

"You sound just like you do in my dreams. I can't say no to how pathetic that sounded."

Y/n blushed, rubbing her thigh with her hand. It was out of view of the cameras and the window, so Edward allowed it.

"I've had dreams where you're on your knees, begging for me. You always look so desperate and needy every time. It's such a pitiful sight that I can't help but give you what you want. Do you know what you want in those dreams?" He asked flatly.

"W-What, da-" She paused.

"Oh rabbit, you can call me that if you'd like. It sounds so good rolling of your tongue..." Edward smirked.

"Ok, daddy...um, what do I want in your dreams?"

Leaning forward, he got closer to the glass. A cocky, toothy smile plastered over his face. His eyes were bright and happy, as if he was about to tell her a funny joke. Raising up his hands, slowly, he made a very subtle 'jerking' motion.

"To get fucked like a whore, obviously." He laughed.

Y/n whimpered. Her chest was tightening from how aroused she was. She took a deep breath, letting it out through pursed lips. Edward grinned, seeing how worked up he was making her.

"Oh, but you're not a whore. No, far from it. In my dreams I may fuck you like one, but you don't act like one. Once I'm done giving you a good dick down, you get so clingy. You're so dependent on me, never wanting to leave my side. It's so precious. I only hope that you're like that outside of my dreams too." He cooed.

"Y-Yes, I am! I-I'm here, after all. I missed you..."

"Oh, that's so sweet. I shoot and kill Carmine Falcone and the first thing you think of is 'I want Edward! Where's Eddie? I miss him so much!'. Is that right?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Hm?"

"I cried first..."

Edward felt a pang in his chest. It genuinely hurt his heart to hear her say that. He never wanted to make her cry, unless it was from pleasure.

"You poor thing, I never though about how you'd feel. I never wanted to make you cry, I just wanted to get rid of the scum that pollutes Gotham." He frowned.

"I know, I may not agree with the murdering...but I'm not saying I miss Falcone either. It just scared me. I was just worried about what would happen to you..."

"You were worried about me, rabbit? You don't need to do that. I can take care of myself, y/n." He smiled.

She nodded. Edward could tell that she felt sad. He did not want her to be sad, not at all.

"You know I love you, y/n. Right?" He asked.

"Y-Yes, I do."

"I did it all for you. I had different plans for Gotham before. I was going to do something far worse, but you made me change my mind. I just want you to live in a city where you can be safe."

Y/n smiled. It was a messed up way to show he loved and cared for her, but she hadn't been loved before. She didn't care anymore, she just was warmed that he wanted her to be safe. Even if he did it through murdering crooked and corrupt people. She blushed, looking down at her hands.

"No, no, don't hide your face. I want to see it." He asked softly.

She looked back up, faint pink dusted on the tip of her nose and her cheeks. Edward loved that about her so much. He thought it made her look so happy and gentle. He chuckled, clapping his hands together as much as he could with the handcuffs on.

"There she is, the prettiest thing in Gotham." He smiled.

"You're making me blush, Edward..." She mumbled.

"I know and I love it. I love watching you get flustered, it's so precious. If only I could touch you..." He sighed.

"Why do you want to touch me?" She asked.

"Well, I want to hold you and kiss you, y/n. That the first thing I want to do." Edward hummed.

"First? Wh-what are the other things?"

"The things I dream of, rabbit." He grinned.

"Tell me more about the dreams!" Y/n said.

He tutted, wagging his finger back and forth. Eyes were squinted as he disapprovingly frowned. He rested his forearms back on the metal ledge, smiling cockily.

"Now, that sounded like a demand. You aren't telling me to do something without asking nicely, are you?"

"N-No, I'm sorry! P-Please, tell me more Eddie." She corrected herself.

"That sounds much better."

He looked her up and down, sighing happily.

"Tell you more, hm? But there are so many dreams, so many fantasies. Though, one thing stays the same in every single one." Edward stated.

"What is that?" Y/n asked curiously.

He planted his hands on the cold surface, leaning towards the glass. His face turned into a very sadistic and comical expression. Dramatically, he emphasized his words.

"You take my dick like a fucking champ..." He smirked.

Y/n moaned, letting out a breathy sigh. Edward stayed in his close position, not finished with what he was saying.

"I'd fuck you so perfectly that nobody else's dick could even make you feel a fraction as good. But before I'd do that, I'd make sure you're on the brink of tears in desperation. You don't get dicked unless I believe you've earned it. I'd want you on your knees, begging, whimpering, groveling at my feet in hopes that I'll fuck your needy pussy." He chuckled.

Y/n's mouth was slightly agape, startled by how blunt he was. He looked like such a shy person, yet he was a total freak. Again, he was so good at pretending to be someone he was not. Everything he was saying seemed so out of character for him, but in reality, it was his true self. Y/n was just the only one who could bring that side out of him. Edward groaned, pointing at her mouth. He seemed irritated or frustrated, either one really.

"That pretty mouth, it's practically asking me to fuck it. Those lips look so plump and soft. Oh rabbit, open up, let me see your tongue." He asked, on the verge of pleading.

She hesitated slightly, but did as he said. Of course she did. No matter what, she would listen to and do what he said. She was his property, and they both knew it. None of them had to even say it. It was obvious that y/n was Edward's girl. Titles weren't necessary. She was simply his, as much as he was hers. Y/n let her tongue roll out and let Edward look at it for a bit. She did it in a way so that the cameras didn't see, and if they did, it just looked like she was yawning in a way. He covered his mouth with his fingers, doing his best to not jerk off at the brief sight of her tongue.

"Ffffuu...it's a blessing that I can't touch you. Your throat would be raw after I finish with you..." He groaned.

Y/n whined, spreading her legs open subtly. Edward looked down, seeing the obvious damp spot over her pelvic region. His tongue darted out and swiped over his lips. Her eyes were silently screaming 'Please, I want you!' and he loved it. Once again, he cursed the glass between them. He just wanted to devour her, taste her, eat her alive like a fox eats a rabbit. She probably tasted so sweet...

"I wish you could see how you look right now. It's so pitiful. You look like you want to be fucked so bad. Do you want to be fucked?" He groaned.

"Y-Yes, I need it daddy..." She shivered.

"Need? You desperate thing, tell me why you need to get fucked by me."

"B-Because I'm so w-wet...it aches..." Y/n whined.

"Poor rabbit, if he could daddy would bend you over and fuck you against this glass." He said flatly.

Y/n moaned softly, making Edward grip his pants. The sound was nearly enough to make him bust all over the hospital uniform. Not wanting to draw attention, Edward looked at the book again. He pretended to read it.

"You said you dreamt I was rough with you, yet I didn't even fuck you? Well, I can promise you that I'd never hurt you with your permission, I want you to know that. I love you too much to do that to you. I believe that trust and safety is important when doing things like that. So, do you trust me, y/n?" He asked, looking up from the book.

"Y-Yes."

"You believe I'll keep you safe?"

"Yes, I do."

"And you'd tell me if you were uncomfortable, yes?"

"Of course."

Edward looked back down at the book, once again pretending to read it. He was such an actor. It was almost sinful how easily he could hide his lust and vulgarity.

"So, if I shoved your face into your bed with my hand wrapped around your neck, would you like that? Would you like it if I made you choke and gasp for air?" He hummed.

"Fuck...y-yes..."

"Do you want me to pull your hair and skull fuck you until you're crying on my dick? I bet your gags sound so vulgar and erotic." He asked nonchalantly.

"E-Edward, please..."

He held up the book and slumped into the chair. Edward looked like this was the most boring conversation he had ever had in his life. His eyes lazily ran over the words in the book, y/n was half convinced he was actually reading it while he spoke those filthy words to her.

"I bet you'd like to get slapped too. Not too hard, of course. I wouldn't want to bruise that pretty little face. But, firm enough the make sure you don't step out of line. You seem like you love to be put in your place." He yawned.

"E-Edward, I don't know if I can handle this anymore..."

"That's too bad, you wanted to hear all of this, right? Now you need to sit and listen."

"F-Fuck..."

"You're filthy, rabbit. Letting a criminal and a murderer make your pussy wet."

"I-I know."

"That's good that you know. You're self-aware about how dirty you are. You must want dick terribly bad if you've resorted to someone like me."

"N-No, I l-love you!"

"Hmm, that's right. That doesn't make it any better though, rabbit. In fact, it makes it worse. Not only do you want to get dicked down by me, but you love me. For shame."

"B-But..."

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I'm not angry with you. I think it's lovely that you feel that way towards me, I feel the same to you. But, we better make sure no one else knows about this. Hm?"

"Mhm!"

Edward placed the book down, looking at y/n.

"Mmm, I wish I could just fuck the soul out of you. I want to make you writhe and squirm. I just know you'd feel so good around my dick."

She moaned a little louder, biting down on her tongue. Edward chuckled, leaning against the metal ledge again.

"You, rabbit, are going to scream my name." He smiled.

"Th-that's big talk f-from someone in A-Arkham." She stuttered.

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"Are you getting smart with me?"

"N-No...I was j-just..."

"No. I know what you were doing and I'm not amused. You don't think I'll find my way out of here? I will. And when I do, I'm coming for you."

Y/n blushed.

"When I get out of here, I'll be sure to rearrange those pathetic guts of yours. I'm all bark and bite."

"You can't even touch me, Edward. It sounds like a bunch of talk to me..." She huffed, getting annoyed with his cocky behavior.

"You want me to break the glass and fuck you right here? I could care less about being watched but I sincerely doubt you want the guards to see you get fucked stupid by me. Don't play with me." He spat.

"I'm n-not trying to play with you, daddy..." Y/n mumbled softly, looking down at her hands.

"Yes you are. You're mocking me and yet you sit before me, wet, pathetic, and needy. Isn't that right, rabbit?"

She nodded.

"You want me to protect you, hold you, love you, yes?" He smirked.

"Y-Yes..."

"My, my, you have terrible daddy issues, don't you? Hm. But, if you want that so bad, then why are you playing with me? Mocking me? Do you think I appreciate that? Do you think it makes me proud?" He scolded.

"No I don't, daddy." Y/n sniffled.

"Mhm, it was so rude of you to talk to me like that. Do you want to hurt daddy's feelings?" He frowned.

He was such a serpent. Oh, but he was so lovely, too. Y/n couldn't help it. It was as if she bit the apple from the tree of good and evil. Except, the serpent held the apple in his mouth after, taunting her as she begged for more. Edward was waving what she wanted in her face, just out of her reach. And he knew it. He was so sick that it was hypnotic. So dangerous yet so kind looking, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Y/n was getting too close to him, but she didn't care if she got bit.

"N-No! I don't want to!" She whined.

"Then what do we say when we hurt someone's feelings?" He hummed, cupping a hand over his ear.

Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat, practically choking on her desire. She placed her hands on the ledge, bottom lip quivering as she looked at Edward. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw slight tears prick in her eyes. She looked so pretty when she cried, as demented as that sounded. A single tear trickled down her cheek before she wiped it away with her finger.

"M' sorry, daddy..." Y/n sighed.

"Oh, say it again, rabbit." Edward grinned.

She looked at him, blushing heavily. He raised and eyebrow, giving a sleazy smile. Y/n looked at the floor, feeling slightly humiliated. Why? She truly did not know. Maybe it was the way he was talking to her. He was so good at making her feel small.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy." She mumbled.

"An apology has never sounded so sweet..." He hummed.

Y/n figeted with her hands.

"You're just lucky I'm not able to get closer to you, rabbit. You'd be giving me more than just an apology." Edward stated flatly.

She whined, trying to picture what he was hinting at in her head. But, when she did that, she felt herself getting more turned on. That was the last thing she needed.

"I'd give you something too, but I don't know if you'd be able to handle it..." He laughed softly.

Oh, he was so demented. But, it was so hot to her. Y/n should not be so worked up over a murderer talking pure smut to her. Yet, she was. Her core ached and throbbed, pleading for her fingers, Edward's fingers, his dick, mouth, anything. She needed to be touched so bad. It was driving her crazy. She squeezed her thighs together, doing her best not to rub them together.

"That's it, back to being timid. You know you aren't the one in control here, y/n. I may be in chains in this hellhole, but don't think for one second that it makes me weak. I haven't touched you and yet I have you soaking wet, desperate to pleasure yourself while 2 cameras are pointed at you. I have you whimpering, whining, moaning, and begging for something that I can't even give you. Does that sound like someone with no power over you? No hold over you?"

"No, Edward. I-It doesn't."

"Exactly. And you love it."

She nodded and whined.

"I've got you eating out of the palm of my hand, y/n. Just like a rabbit. I wonder, if I give you a carrot, will you jump for me?" He snickered.

"I'm not a pet!" She spat.

"Then why are you so obedient to me? Why are you so dependent on me?" Edward asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"I-..."

He leaned forward, propping his elbows up. Looking at y/n, he spoke in a low tone.

"Admit it, I own you! My name is practically branded on your chest. If only...no, I don't want to scar that pretty skin of yours. But, maybe, I could just mark you...yes. Would you like that? My teeth digging into your neck? I swear I'll try to be gentle, but I'm afraid you might taste too good to be able to restrain myself...I bet your flesh and blood tastes like sugar..."

Y/n was shocked, completely thrown off by his sadistic words. Yes, she was trembling in fear. It was so disturbing to hear him talk about how he wanted to mark her, break the skin on her neck. But, yet again, y/n found herself drawn to him. It was sick, twisted, and vile. And her pussy throbbed.

"I-, b-but it'll hurt..." She whimpered.

"Well, I said I'd do my best to be gentle. All you have to do is tell me to stop! Though I so badly want to...rip you apart...I would never want to make you upset or uncomfortable, sweet rabbit." He smiled sadistically.

Y/n panted, feeling arousal seep onto her inner thighs. She felt so dirty...

"I already know the second you get home, you're going to play with yourself while thinking about me. Thinking about the things I could do to you. Thinking about how I could just..."

Edward banged his fists subtly on the table, maintaining a consistent rhythm. He kept eye contact the whole time, lips curling up into a sickly smile. He was a cocky little shit. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and he thrived in the actions he did. The sound of his fists banging rang in her ears and made her throb. Edward sped up the pace, watching as y/n's eyes closed, no doubt imagining the feeling and how it would look. Abruptly, he stopped, practically edging her in a way.

"...destroy you. Break you. Please you. Torture you." He smirked.

"E-Edward, you're a dick! You're tormenting me!" She cried softly.

"Yes I am, took you fucking long enough. I thought you were smart?" He mocked.

She shuddered, his cold gaze freezing her blood.

"It's a game to me, y/n. Yes, I love you, but I love making you crave me too. And you make it so easy..."

A knock on the glass startled y/n, making her turn around. It was most likely Bruce telling her that the visit was going on too long. She sighed, looking back to Edward. Y/n was upset, not wanting to leave, despite how torturous he was being to her. He too looked upset, his plaything was about to leave. His plaything. His. He'd have to make the last minute count. He lured the prey into security, and it was genuine security. But now, it was time for the mind games. It was time for him to strike fear and paranoia into her heart. He wanted to be in her mind for a long time to come.

"You said you loved how I intimidated and scared you in your dream, yes?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"You'll never know when I get out of Arkham. Not until it hits the newspapers."

Y/n looked at him, unsure of what he was getting at.

"I wonder how long you'll be paranoid? How many times will you watch a dark corner, wondering if I'll walk out of it? How many times will you sleep with one eye open? How many times will you watch behind your back as you walk down the streets? I am still a criminal, after all." He smirked devilishly.

Y/n's eyes widened, feeling her skin turn to ice. It was then that she realized he truly was sick. But, why did she still love him? Oh, how conflicting a forbidden love must be. To want someone that should not be wanted. To seek approval from someone one should never seek approval from. His pupils looked dilated, staring deep into her soul. She felt exposed and violated just from his gaze. And she loved it...

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" He shouted.

She shivered, standing up slowly from the chair. Edward picked up the book again, flipping to a certain page. He had memorized the entire book, as he had already read his own copy he bought at the bookstore. But, being Edward, he wanted to be theatric as he read quotes. He looked at y/n in the eyes, standing up abruptly, no doubt startling the guard, Bruce, and y/n herself. He placed his hands against the glass, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

"I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell..." He trailed.

Her pussy throbbed once again, thinking back to when they were in the bookstore. She had told Edward that she would never accept anyone's love unless they confessed or expressed it through Shakespeare. And, he was doing exactly that, Although, he was doing it in Edward fashion. Ominous, eerie, and disturbing.

"...to die upon the hand I love so well." She finished.

The door opened up and Bruce came in, grabbing y/n by the hand. Edward laughed hysterically, pacing back and forth behind the glass. His eyes were crazed behind his glasses as he kept his gaze on y/n the entire time. Y/n could tell that he was being dramatic, just wanting to get a rise out of everyone.

"Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, now I am fled, my soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight..." He paused, slowly walking back to the glass.

"...Now die, die, die, die!" He cackled.

He watched as Bruce dragged y/n out of the room. She looked back at him, still worked up from their 'discussion'. Edward blew a kiss to her, further making the scene more demented. Y/n attempted to reach up and grab it, but wanted to be discreet, so instead she smiled at him. It was odd though, as she was still terrified of his tangent that he went on. The sight of him laughing and quoting Shakespeare was not something she thought she would ever be scared of, but it was. But before she left, she heard him say one last thing. It sent chills down her spine.

"Run rabbit, run! For I linger in the shadows and you will never know when I might pounce..."

~

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #the riddler #paul dano #dc universe #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #danonation #dano riddler #batman 2022 #danocel #danonator

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Kim’dael 🤝Amaya

“Being special ‘prisoners’ of fire elf queens”

#Kim’dael would find it funny #‘so the prisoner kink runs in the family i see’ #the dragon prince #tdp #incorrect tdp quotes #incorrect the dragon prince quotes #amaya tdp #janaya #bloodsun #Kim’dael #queen aditi #Kim’dael x Queen Aditi #janai x amaya

[big-barn-bed]

Top 5 Paul boyfriends

omg marry me

(these are in no particular order)

-Robert Fraser aka Groovy Bob aka Paul’s emotional support art dealer/drug dealer/fag :’) Most interesting man of the swinging London era! There’s something so special and soft about how Paul always talks about Robert. “I expect people to die so I don't feel a loss but there's a vacuum where he used to be.” And in a letter sent from Paul to Robert when Robert was in prison from The Rolling Stones drug bust, “Jane sends her love, love, and is baking a file cake. I send mine.” aughhh <\3

-Tara Browne… I wish there was more written about him! We know he was very important to Paul. He was the person Paul first took acid with and was with Paul in the Great Liverpool Moped Accident of ‘65! I always wondered why Paul invited him to Liverpool for his family holiday asdkskj. Paul describes him as “a nice Irish guy, very sensitive bloke. I’d see him from time to time, and enjoyed being around him.” which is basically a declaration of passionate love in paul-speak.

-Peter Asher! Underrated Paul boyfriend. I’m not saying Paul only stayed with Jane as long as he did because he had a whole thing for her family… but I’m not NOT saying that. The songs he gave him! The wrapping paper he designed and kept secret as a gift to Peter and the Indica gallery!

(I’ll also just mention Paul’s never ending kink for high society types. He loved hearing Robert talk about his time at Eton, specifically the ‘fagging system’. Tara was heir to the Guinness fortune, not to mention son of a member of the House of Lords. The whole Asher family was a wet dream come true.)

-Denny Laine (is in my ears and in my eyes..🎶) listen. LISTEN. Look at any picture of Paul, Linda, and Denny in the wings era and tell me they weren’t a god’s honest throuple. You can’t. I know it in my life’s blood they got it on down and dirty for YEARS. Linda especially is allll over him in so many pictures and I don’t blame her! He’s a cutie! But they all had fuck-nasty sex.

-John Lennon. Yes, the world’s greatest and most tragic love story etc etc. fanfic tropes galore! Meet cute, mutual pining, only one bed, father doesn’t approve, found family, let’s run away together etc etc

Me: so anyway John had mommy issues and Paul had daddy issues. And John was sort of daddy and Paul was sort of mommy but they just weren’t enough for each other. They were somehow the most and least compatible people on the planet but the love was there and it changed everything.

My mom: 👁️👄👁️

#it’s killing me not to add George and Ringo #BUT they weren’t exactly boyfriends as much as the others #ringo is the number one boyfriend of current Paul tho btw #and I could wax poetic about George and Paul’s relationship and how it was as romantic as j&ps #ask #lmao I know this was a joke ask but I took this so seriously

[suckerforlovesblog]

A perfect match?

A perfect match? - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Chapter 2: Where Am I?

Summary: Y/N describes the situation in the care facility leading up to her “choosing ceremony”

Chapter warning: Angst, ABO Dynamics

Word count: 0.9k

~ taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

You woke up disoriented and in a strange place, everything smelled different and it was cold, really cold. A shiver immediately ran down your spin caused by the discomfort as well. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the dark you looked around and took in the room around you.

The walls were plain, made from cement. You were laying on a very hard and uncomfortable bed, right across from you was a toilet and that was it. Discovering that your right foot was chained to the metal bedpost when you stood up, you sat back down and put your face in your hands. A silent cry left your lips.

Ever since your first heat you knew this moment was inevitable. You had talked about it with your parents, your brother and thought about it enough. But you never thought it would come so soon and that you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to your parents. You are sure that you would never see any of your family members again. Your parents were traitors and will either serve the rest of their life in prison or be killed. After a young Omega presented for the first time the state their Alpha was born in automatically became their owner. But only up until an Alpha came to claim the young Omega and then the Omega would automatically become their possession. With your parents leaving the country and you being born somewhere else you technically still belonged to the state of Texas. Not coming back after your first heat your parents knew that the Law Enforcement Agencies would be searching for you everywhere and that you were living on borrowed time. You felt responsible for your parents fate…

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and the light was turned on. You held a hand up to your eyes and then looked at the people that entered the room. There was a tall Alpha man in a white coat, a Doctor and two Beta women who seemed to be nurses. The man smiled at you and introduced himself, afterwards explaining the protocol and what he would be examining. You just looked at him silently, your mind drifting back to your parents every now and then but still following the Doctors orders. He let you take off all your clothes, examined your mating gland, as well as your vagina and your hymen to note that you were still a virgin and unclaimed. You felt extremely exposed, like a lost child searching for their mother.

After the doctor was done with your appointment, as the nurses called it, he gave you a shot never explaining what for. You came to find out it’s a GPS tracker.

The nurses gave you a mid length white dress to wear and then undid the chain on your foot. You were told to braid your hair in pigtails and then taken to a room.

Said room had two bunk beds, two dressers and a table with four chairs on one wall. At the end of the room there was a window. Outside you saw a lot of trees, so you assumed you were taken into a forest. The nurses said your roommates would come very soon and left you afterwards.

Shortly after two girls entered the room. A tall girl with red straight hair, a foxy face and a lot of freckles, her name was Fate was the first one to enter. She was followed by a shorter girl with darker skin, brown eyes and very curly hair. Her name was Presley.

The three of you sat down and started talking how you got there. Presley and Fate enjoyed your story a lot and were really excited to hear about all the stories you could tell and the place you have been to. Fate had been in a care facility for Omegas ever since she was 7 years old and Presley was born into a big clan but her mother then gave her to the facility because she didn’t want her to live in the Harem. You soon came to learn that their former two roommates were taken away to a “choosing ceremony” and then claimed and taken away.

Presley, Fate and you grew really close over the next year and did everything together. Cooking, exercising, learning, attending classes. You learned about cooking and baking which you enjoyed a lot, as well as housekeeping, child care and basic finances - anything that could be useful to your Alpha.

Nearing your 18th birthday the nurse’s and doctor’s appointments became more frequent and you had a class to prep you for your choosing ceremony. Upon first entering they gave you immune suppressants so that you wouldn’t get another heat until your Alpha was ready for you. The nurse made you get a hair cut: Your long (Y/H/C) was cut until above shoulder length with some nice waves which framed your face very well and you didn’t regret it too much.

Presley then went through her first choosing ceremony but came back afterwards to tell you all about it. The same happened to Fate and she was chosen and didn’t come back. You really hope that she got a nice, good looking Alpha that will treat her well. The same happened to Fate and only you were left until you were picked for your first “choosing ceremony”…

#supernatural #dean winchester supernatural #dean winchester spn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester series #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #alpha dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #abo dynamics #omega reader #alpha dean x omega reader

[dameronscopilot]

unbound

Dmitri Antonov x f!reader

Summary: The sad state of your unfulfilling marriage with an officer at a Russian prison doesn’t go unnoticed by one of his subordinates, Dmitri Antonov.

Dmitri finds himself concerned by your indifference over the actions of your cheating husband, and thus he takes it upon himself to show you the types of pleasure that a woman like you deserves to experience.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4k+

Content: NSFW, SMUT, porn with minimal plot, infidelity, unprotected p in v, creampie, choking kink, spit kink, anal play, thigh riding, masturbation, spanking, oral sex, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, daddy kink

“He’s cheating on you, you know.”

You turned your head around to meet the steady, calm gaze of the prison guard Dmitri Antonov, who stood a few paces away smoking a cigarette. He took one last drag before dropping it to the ground, crushing it into the snow beneath his boot. You both glanced across the courtyard to where your husband Andrei was animatedly waving his rifle in the air, red in the face and wheezing in laughter at something another guard was saying. 

You brushed away the gently falling snow that had begun to accumulate on the shoulder of your plush jacket and shrugged. “I don’t really care where he puts his little cock. The less it’s inside of me, the better.”

Dmitri narrowed his eyes at that, taking a step toward you. “Then why do you stay with him? Why not go back to America?”

A self-depricating laugh escaped your lips. “How? I have nothing back there. I have no money to my name, no family. I may be married to a narcissistic pig, but if I look past that, I should truly want for nothing else. I am fed, I am clothed, and I live a comfortable life otherwise.”

Something unreadable crossed Dmitri’s features before he smoothed his expression and leaned closer to murmur, “There are other pleasures in life that a woman like you deserves to want.”

Warmth bloomed in your lower abdomen, but before you could say anything else, a bell signaling the next shift change began to sound, and Dmitri was gone. 

--

Later that evening, you lie awake in bed, alone with your thoughts. Your marriage to Andrei one year ago had afforded you the promise that you could finally call it quits in the losing battle to provide for yourself, something that had proven incredibly difficult in recent years as you found yourself alone with nowhere else to turn. You didn’t particularly care for the man, but there were few other options available to you at the time, and so you had agreed to his proposal. As a high ranking officer in the prison, Andrei worked long hours, which afforded you ample time away from him anyway. And when he wasn’t there, he often chose the company of other willing, naked women that were happy to spread their legs at the mere sight of his uniform. Let them enjoy his pathetic 15-second stamina. 

Your thoughts drifted to Dmitri. While it wasn’t uncommon to catch some of the guards staring at you when you visited the prison—eyes brazenly raking over the teases of your feminine body underneath your coat—Dmitri was the only one who dared to speak to you. If Andrei was otherwise occupied, Dmitri would often sidle up beside you, unbothered by the way your lipstick would stain the cigarette you typically shared while conversing. His company was a breath of fresh air, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you sometimes made excuses to show up just for the sake of seeing him. 

You closed your eyes, and the memory of blue eyes looking into yours imploringly appeared unbidden. Burrowing into the cool silk of your sheets, you slowly undid the buttons of your nightshirt, sliding a hand across your bare chest to tease at your stiffening nipples. Biting back a breathy sound, your other hand trailed down to slip inside your underwear. You drug a finger down the center of your folds, which had become slick and wet as you thought about the way Dmitri would often run his tongue along his bottom lip before giving you a rueful grin. Massaging your breasts, you thrust a finger inside of your hot core, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips. 

As you inserted another finger, you imagined that Dmitri was between your legs, blazing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the inside of your thighs. He would deftly slide his hands beneath you, cupping your ass and brushing his nose against your clit before slipping his tongue inside your hot mound. You shamelessly bucked into the digits that you were earnestly pumping in and out of your cunt, fantasizing over Dmitri’s satisfied expression when he would realize that you were dripping with arousal for him. His name would leave your mouth desperately, and his lust-blown pupils would steadily hold your gaze as he sheathed his cock inside of you and fucked into you with reckless abandon. Your orgasm punched through you as you cried out Dmitri’s name into the quiet darkness of the room. 

This wasn’t the first time that your hands had been left sticky over thoughts of your husband’s subordinate.

And it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

--

Two weeks passed before you were able to think of another excuse to take a drive down the long, winding road leading to the prison. The guards posted at the entrance waved you through without incident, used to the frequent appearance of your red sedan. 

Well aware that this was a shift that Dmitri normally worked, you not-so-subtly made your way through the various areas of the prison that you could access, hoping that you would be lucky enough to find him before crossing paths with Andrei. You eventually found yourself in a quiet, dimly lit hallway, and before you could turn to head back the way you came, you nearly shrieked at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey! It’s just me!” 

You relaxed at the sound of Dmitri’s amused voice, whipping around to see him grinning at you. Shaking your head, you shoved him weakly and groused, “You can’t just go around scaring a girl in a prison like that.”

Dmitri raised his eyebrows, his mouth turning up playfully at one corner. “This is a restricted area, милая.” (Darling)

You shrugged. “Perhaps I felt like getting into trouble today.”

Dmitri nodded thoughtfully and began to circle you, eventually coming to a stop behind you as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Well, a bad girl must be punished.” 

The delicate hairs on the back of your neck rose at the feeling of his lips ghosting over your skin. Though your nerves were thrumming with anticipation, you willed your voice to remain steady as you challenged, “What are you doing to do, Dmitri, spank me?”

The sound of Dmitri’s dark chuckle went straight to your core. You could hardly breathe as you heard the sound of metal clinking in Dmitri’s pockets, and a gasp escaped your mouth when he pulled your arms behind your back, slipping a pair of handcuffs onto your wrists. His nose brushed the shell of your ear as he murmured, “Would you like that, принцесса?” (Princess) 

Before you could respond, the sound of footsteps and raucous laughter echoed down the hall, and Dmitri quickly threw open the door of the cramped supply closet beside you. He pulled you inside the tight space, where you found your chest pressed nearly flush against his as he gently placed a finger to your lips. You darted your tongue out to lick the tip of his finger, and he dragged it down your bottom lip in response. The digit continued its path from your chin and down your neck, eventually coming to a stop just before the swell of your breasts, which were generously on display, courtesy of the plunging neckline of the blouse you were wearing. You unconsciously pushed your body toward Dmitri’s in response, and you nearly lost your balance in the process, unable to steady yourself with your hands still cuffed behind your back. 

Leaning against the wall behind him, Dmitri’s hands fell to your hips to keep you from falling, and you felt the brush of his thigh against your center as he readjusted his stance. A small whine escaped your lips, and in the darkness, you could see the faint outline of Dmitri cocking his head in observation. He shifted his thigh again, this time deliberately pressing the strong, thick muscle of his leg against your core, and you dropped your head onto his shoulders.

“Go ahead,” he murmured encouragingly, and you nuzzled your face into his collarbone.

You relaxed into Dmitri’s waiting thigh, straddling him as he hiked your skirt up to your waist. With only the thin fabric of your panties and Dmitri’s pants between you, you pushed up into his leg, pleasure thrumming through you at the drag of friction against your sensitive mound. His strong hands gripped your hips tightly as you began to increase your pace, dizzy with the blissful sensation of the rough push and pull against your folds. Your cunt throbbed at the sound of Dmitri’s shallow breaths, and you brought one of his hands up to cup your breast. He ran his thumb over your hard nipple as the peak of your pleasure began to lick a blazing hot path through your body. You threw your head back, jaw falling open as a desperate moan punched out of you, and Dmitri tightly clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Cum for me, beautiful.”

You cried out as your orgasm crested, cunt clenching and throbbing while you continued to ride out the waves of your pleasure against Dmitri’s thigh. You collapsed against him, legs trembling so hard you could barely stand, and he pressed a kiss to your temple and ran soothing hands up and down your back. 

Wordlessly, you both exited the closet, and he swiftly unlocked the handcuffs. He stuffed them back into his pockets as another set of voices could be heard approaching, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sparkling with mirth, before turning and walking away. 

Your mind swam as you trailed your way back through the prison. When you eventually found your husband, you were unable to offer much by way of conversation, as you were too distracted by your damp, cum-soaked panties and the phantom feeling of Dmitri’s fingers digging into your hips.

--

After your rendezvous with Dmitri in the closet, your self-control snapped in a matter of days, worn thin by the increasing desperation with which you plunged your fingers inside of yourself each night, imagining instead that they were Dmitri’s cock. Your husband didn’t help your impatience by any means, stumbling into bed at ungodly hours reeking of the stale scent of alcohol and floral perfume.

Which is why you found yourself standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom on your husband’s birthday, slipping on a short, tight black dress that dipped low to expose your entire back, your hard, bare nipples peeking through the light fabric. Sliding your feet into a pair of bright red heels that matched your lipstick, you spritzed a gentle cloud of perfume over yourself before grabbing your coat and strutting out the door.

When you arrived at the prison and found Andrei talking to a group of guards, you plastered a serene smile on your face as you handed him the lunch that you had made for him. 

He turned to the men with a sneer and barked out in English, for your sake, “You see? This is why you marry an American bitch. They are beautiful, they know how to fuck, and they feed you.” He crudely clapped a hand against your ass, and you cringed. Dmitri watched from the edge of the small crowd, something dark swirling in his gaze.

Andrei turned back to the other men, effectively dismissing you, and you excused yourself, disappearing in the direction of the washrooms. Like clockwork, it wasn’t long before you heard the sound of a determined set of footsteps following in your wake. You turned toward where you knew the laundry room was, assuming that none of the guards would be found in this deserted block of the prison at lunch hour. You didn’t need to glance back to know that Dmitri had followed you into the room, at which time he closed the door and flicked the lock into place. He walked a few steps toward you from behind. 

“I should make him look down the barrel of my gun for the way he spoke to you back there,” he said quietly, his tone simmering with anger.

Your eyes roved over the row of washers and dryers on the other side of the room. “He would have you killed before you could even blink.”

He sighed, closing the distance between you and turning you around to face him. Dmitri brought a callused finger to your chin, gently tipping it upward so that you were looking into his eyes. “You’re right. So while that bastard stuffs his face, I can think of no better birthday gift than fucking his beautiful wife for him.”

You bit your lip and smiled. “Show me the pleasure you think I deserve, Dmitri.”

Dmitri brought his other hand up so he could cup both sides of your face, and he leaned in, murmuring, “In a place like this? I can only show you a fraction of it,” before capturing your lips with his.

The burning embers inside of you flared to life as his mouth finally met yours, something you had imagined time and time again in the darkness between your sheets. His plush lips insistently slotted against your own, and you sighed into his mouth, raking a hand through his hair. Dmitri’s tongue teased along the seam of your lips, and you opened yourself to him. He devoured you, licking into your mouth and sliding his tongue against your own with a hungry fervor. Neither of you could be bothered to care about the state of your red lipstick, which was messily smudged like a filthy brand across both of your faces. He swallowed the wanton moan that crawled up your throat as he ran a hand down your side, cupping your ass and pulling your body to his, where you could feel the evidence of his thick arousal straining against the front of his pants. 

“Dmitri,” you whined into the kiss.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and sucking on it, and you pulled his hair in return. He groaned, grinding his hard, clothed cock against your hip, and a wave of lust poured through you at the thought of him stretching your tight walls open with it. 

You gripped his shoulders tightly and continued, “...you still never punished me.” 

Dmitri stiffened, and he pulled his lips away from yours, pupils blown wide with lust. He straightened, gripping your chin in his hands as he jerked his head toward the large metal table in the middle of the room. 

“Bend over, hands on the table. Now,” he said evenly, the undercurrent of authority in his voice sending a zip of excitement heaving through your body.

You obeyed, and Dmitri followed. He kneeled on the ground behind you and brought his mouth to your left ankle, kissing it gently before removing your shoe, repeating the process on your right foot as well. He continued kissing his way up the backs of your legs, lifting your dress up in the process. You flexed your hands on the cool surface of the table as you felt Dmitri slide your underwear down and off, running a finger over your folds afterward. He hummed, beginning to firmly massage your supple asscheeks and leaning forward to trail hot kisses along your lower back.

Your cunt fluttered in anticipation as he brought a hand to the back of your neck, holding you down against the table, and you cried out as he swiftly cracked his other palm against the waiting swell of your ass. You keened at the pleasurable feeling of your hard nipples rubbing against the cold surface underneath you as Dmitri spanked you harder, your body jolting in response. He brought his hand down again with force, and you could feel your sticky arousal beginning to leak out of your cunt and down your legs. Pleasure rocked through your body as he smacked your reddening asscheeks again and again, and you savored each stinging lash. 

Dmitri paused to marvel over the gratuitous amount of fluid leaking out of you, running his fingers through it, and you shivered. “Your pussy is gushing for me already, begging to be filled.”

Your voice was wrecked as you keened, “Need your cock, daddy.”

Dmitri roughly began to palm himself over his pants as the last word left your lips, nearly growling in response. He leaned down to run his tongue over your wet slit, plunging a thick finger inside of you. You pushed back against him, desperate to feel more. Hands roved up your body as Dmitri pulled you back into a standing position, your back to his chest. 

Biting and kissing along your neck, he growled, “You want me to fuck you stupid and stuff you full of daddy’s cum?”

You pressed your ass into the solid line of his cock behind you and murmured, “I want to feel your cum dripping out of my hole for days.”

A strangled sound left Dmitri’s lips at your request, and he pulled your breasts out of your dress, groping at them. “Does your piece of shit husband want kids? I’ll fuck a baby into your tight little cunt right now, Лапушка.” (Sweetheart)

Lust pooled deep in your gut in response to his brazen words, and you turned around, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Without breaking eye contact with him, you sidled over to one of the washing machines, hopping up to sit on top of it and spreading your legs invitingly. Dmitri’s chest heaved in admiration at the view, and he strode over, leaning over you to turn the knob on to a heavy cycle. The machine began to vibrate roughly beneath you, and your cunt tingled in pleasure. Dmitri smirked, coming to stand between your legs as he unbuckled his pants, pulling out his thick, rock hard cock.

You pulled him closer to you, licking into his mouth eagerly as you reached a hand down to stroke him, running a thumb over the arousal leaking from the tip of his shaft. He moaned into your mouth, and you pulled back to ask playfully, “Do you think it’ll fit?”

Dmitri chuckled, sliding two fingers back inside of your wet core. “I’m going to stretch your perfect little pussy wide open with my fat cock, and your pathetic husband will never even be able to dream of pouring his cum as deep inside of you as I’m about to.”

Beginning to feel nearly feral with anticipation, you leaned forward to nip at Dmitri’s ear, exhaling in a sultry tone, “So what are you waiting for? Let me milk your cock for all it’s worth.”

At that, all of the patience Dmitri had been exuding since the moment he first laid eyes on you snapped, and he surged forward, roughly fucking his fingers into your pussy while he latched his mouth onto one of your swollen breasts, sucking greedily on a sensitive nipple. He crooked his fingers inside of your slippery channel, rubbing against your spongy wall while applying pressure against your clit. You choked out a gasp as your body sang with pleasure, clear liquid gushing from your pussy and squirting down Dmitri’s arm as your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike.

Dmitri smirked, scooping a finger back inside your creamy hole and leaning down to lick the cum off of it. “Such a good girl. I think you deserve daddy’s cock now.”

Another relentless, hot lick of arousal churned in your gut at the praise as you pathetically whined, “Please, Dmitri.”

He brought his lips to yours as he pulled you to the edge of the washing machine, lining up his cock with your drenched hole. He teased the tip against your slick, glistening folds, and your body trembled eagerly in response. You pushed forward, your slippery cunt engulfing the bulbous head of his cock, and you both moaned in unison as your tight walls stretched against the delicious pressure of his considerable girth. He slid in slowly, his shaft pushing the pool of cum from your first orgasm back up inside of you. Your fingers gripped Dmitri’s shoulders tightly at the euphoric burn of him finally bottoming out in your pussy, his balls pressing tightly against your ass. 

With his cock still fully sheathed inside of you, Dmitri lifted you up into his arms, and you wrapped your legs tightly around him. He carried you over to a cracked, faded leather couch, letting his shaft slide out of you as he laid you down on your back. Dmitri pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and then he reached back to bend both of your legs upward, positioning them so they were thrown over his shoulders. He slid back into your wet crevice, groaning in satisfaction at the way your cunt effortlessly engulfed his dick at that angle. You cried out at the brutally slow pace at which he slid in and out of you, quick, sharp waves of pleasure plucking at your nerve endings. 

He leaned down, tutting at you as he brought a hand to your throat. “I love to hear you scream for me, beautiful. But do you really want your husband to break down this door and find us here? Do you want him to see me stuffing my cock into his wife’s fucked out hole, dumping my cum inside of her?”

Your cunt clenched around his cock as you imagined it, and he barked out a laugh as he carried on, “Oh, you naughty girl.” 

He flexed his fingers over your throat, testing your reaction, and when you pressed down onto his shaft in response, he tightened his grip. 

You raised an eyebrow, something molten hot flaring inside of you as you challenged, “Is that the best you can do?”

Dmitri licked his lips as he began to choke you harder, and he brought his other hand up to your mouth. You didn’t need to be told what to do as you opened it, eagerly beginning to suck on the two fingers he held out. He pressed them further inside, and you gagged as you continued to bob on them, drool sliding down the side of your face. He pulled his fingers out, squeezing tighter on your throat, and you moaned. 

“Open,” he rasped.

Your lips parted for him once more.

“Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation.

He spit into your waiting mouth, and he was pleased to feel the way your body trembled with pleasure in reaction. You hadn’t closed your lips yet, so he roughly spit onto your tongue once more before nodding, and you swallowed. 

He resumed his slow thrusts into the apex of your thighs, and your body was on fire with the exquisite drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt. You felt him tease a spit-soaked finger against the tight ring of muscle between your asscheeks, and you gasped. 

“Has he ever touched you here?” Dmitri asked, his tone even, controlled. 

You shook your head, biting down on your lip as he continued to shallowly slide his finger over the dip of your puckered hole. 

Dmitri’s voice wavered. “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

“No,” you breathed out.

Dmitri let out a shuddering breath as you pressed downward, urging him to slide his finger inside of your ass. As he slipped it in, your toes curled as an electrifying sensation peeled through you. He continued his ministrations until you whined for more, and he pulled out to spit on his fingers, scissoring into your hole and stretching it further with an added digit.

He continued to shove his fingers into your ass as he roughly pounded his cock into your pussy, teasing your sensitive clit with his other hand. Overcome by the intense stimulation in both of your holes, you cried out his name as you came, and Dmitri swallowed your wails of pleasure with a searing kiss as you gushed all over his cock.

Dmitri’s thrusts grew sloppy as desperate as his own orgasm approach, your name tumbling from his lips repeatedly like a prayer as he sheathed his cock to the hilt, spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. When he pulled his spent shaft out of you, pressing kisses along your jawline, you felt the trickle of his seed as it began to leak from your hole. 

Afterward, you stood up and reached for a clean washcloth. He shook his head, gently pushing you to sit down on the couch as he slid your underwear back up your legs. 

Despite the tender way that he was holding you, there was a possessive gleam in his eye as he calmly said, “When we’re finished in here, you’re going to go out there and kiss that bastard goodbye while my cum is still hot inside of you, sloshing around in your cunt and soaking through your underwear.”

Your hole clenched around nothing in response to his words, and he chuckled as he felt the flutter from where his thumb was pressed against your mound over the outside of your underwear. You nodded, and he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.

After straightening your dress and wiping your smudged red lipstick from everywhere it had smeared across yourself and Dmitri’s face, neck, and chest, you stayed true to your word as you went to bid your husband goodbye. You caught Dmitri watching you from across the courtyard, and you could see the slight shake of his shoulders as you tightly clenched your legs together on your way to the parking lot, his cum sliding down the inside of your thighs.

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That was the last time that you saw Dmitri before he was imprisoned. 

Before the prison fell, before your husband died alongside many of the other terrible men inside of that wretched place.

Before Dmitri Antonov disappeared.

A month later, a plain, small, and otherwise unremarkable package wrapped in brown paper arrived on your doorstep. Inside of it was a handsome sum of money, along with a handwritten note on a small scrap of paper.

“You can fly home now, Птичка.” (Little bird)

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A/N: This story runs under the assumption that Dmitri does, indeed, go to Hawkins with Hopper, Joyce, and Murray. After learning why Dmitri wanted the ransom money for Hopper’s freedom in the first place, they insisted that he use it for its intended purpose:

To help a little bird fly.

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[dairy-farmer]

Twas rereading you respond to my Fake But Not Really, Informant Robin Ask? The Hunt and Prey dynamics? And just?

Dat implication that he legit could find TENTACLES in those pants at this point and would STILL find a way to fuck him? >:3c oh myyyyy~

What if he WAS a cis Boy? Gnc, first to make it harder to ID him, then just cause it felt right? And just?

Bruce slowly transitioning from rage to anger to concern to frustration to obsession. He's been trained by the FINEST IN THE WORLD. This is literally HIS CITY. How. HOW is this boy out running him? Then this teen. Then this pretty young thing.

Obviously, Tim has dumped EVERYTHING into his speed and evasion stats. Bruce is a walking tank. He Would Absolutely Lose. And just? How many near misses were there? More then once! Where Bruce ASSUMES and Tim is his squirmy, impossible to pin forever self.

Did Bruce tackle him? Wrapping around him to make sure the fall isn't too hard on those rough, rough rooftops? Get to feel that hot little body pressed under him right until he's escaped? Does he get him pinned to a wall perhaps? Get to smell that spice and herbs body wash? Practically TASTE the sweat in the air between you as "Robin" gasps high and muffled up against the bricks for air? Getting distracted are we Bruce? Frustrating when he gets AWAY because of it..... ain't it?

If only there was a way to STOP that~

And it's not like... not like he can PLAN for when The Robin shows up. Gotta have the supplies ON him. But uhh, quick question, Bruce. What ARE those supplies? When did that lubricant make it's way in? That condom?

And that FILE on your computer... when DID you start it? With research and plans? Oh sure you had a few male lovers in the past, but never have pulled BATMAN level research for it... did ya? And a ROOM huh? Oh sure, sure. Gotta first contain the possible threat. Mmmhm. Oh? The threat assessment? I see... then "ideally, folding him into the family" huh?

As a son? Doesn't seem like a son, there, Bruce. And that room seems very... sex prison-y. "Threat assessment" their Various Bat Asses. Where's bruce? Off hunting down the step-mom. It's absolutely a kink they joke (so they don't have to think about how it genuinely IS).

And just? The bolas finally catching his upper body. Down he goes. Bruce on him in seconds. One fuild motion to get handcuffs securing ankles together. Gloved hand in his hair pressing back down before he can get up to start struggling free. Got him. GOT HIM.

And it's everything he HAS not to be a savage. Dragging his other glove off, don't know where it's been, wanna FEEL. Those pants dragged down so fast he's surprised he doesn't tear them. Coms and cams already off. Lube open. Sliding a finger all the way home.

Getting a yelp. Panting and squirming and NOT THIS TIME, you wont! You're staying RIGHT where he wants you! Not even trying to STRETCH this brat so much as looking for that spot that'll- Finding it and getting a squeak and a jolt. Feeling EVERY tooth bear itself as he smiles like a shark. Getting a WAIL as he started ramming in.

His pretty prey thrashing but trapped as his poor little spot is HAMMERED. He's not gonna be running ANYWHERE. Telling that. Growling out, half high out of his mind with the victory and lust, EXACTLY how frustrating he's been. How much of a god damned TEASE. Pushing in another finger, just to feel his body stretch. To TAKE it as he finger fucks like a brute. Drags him over the edge.

Buries his fingers in deep and grinds and grinds and GRINDS.

The poor little hole forced to take it, as he milks him through it. Makes him sob. Gasp for air. Like HELL he's done. YEARS. This tease, this hunt going for YEARS. Barely remembers to slide the damn condom on. Gonna test him at the cave. If he's clean, fuck him RAW. Pulls the whimpering wreck into his arms and into his lap.

Sheaths him right on his cock. Balls deep in one go. Holds his little face still and he peels off that mask. Runs the face match. Got him. Timothy Drake.

Fucks deep and hard, growling every bit of information that pops up right in "Robin's" ear. Found you. Got you. No more escape.

And just? All that frustration~ But Bruce is not a MONSTER! Oh no, it's unthinkable to HURT you so much you can't escape. But physical exhaustion? And wouldn't you know it, humans ARE just so much more susceptible to influence when on the brink of exhaustion from marathon sex. Feel like agreeing with him... don't you? *muffled groan whine from the bed* Atta boy.

But of course~ Tim is not so easily swayed. His a strong willed young Twink who don't need no Bat-Man! He will not be-! *hand lands ominously on his shoulder as he's trying to sneak out* Ha ha.... he's in Danger(tm). *is dragged back for The Fuckening: Round Another One*

It's like the Bat and the cat except it's just Bruce trying to convince Tim to STOP running around Gotham and stay in his nice comfy manor with technology, a bat cave, and Bruce's bed in it! But Tim SHANT. He is an independent Twink! A MODERN man of mystery! You can't convince him with sex!

To which Bruce says "Bet."

😭😭😭😭 tim is a modern man and can't be bought with incredible sex from a mentally ill men who has jacked off to fantasies of catching him and mounting him on the wall like a prized deer head but also of literally mounting tim and fucking the desire to be his stay at home wife and cockwarmer into his head ❤️❤️❤️.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[arraxies]

Lily of the Valey

known for good luck and happiness, it also is a very poisonous flower. Therefore, it can represent sadness, pain, loss, and death.

Characters: Lucerys Velaryon, Aemond Targaryen, Corlys Velaryon. Aegon III Targaryen, Alicent Hightower.

Tags: Forced marriage. Forced Mating. A/B/O - Dynamics. Lucemond. Aemond tries. Luke tries. Luke survives the fall. Post DOTD. knotting. Explicit scenes. Sot Lucemond. They don't wanna hurt anymore.  Breeding kink. King Aemond Targaryen. 

word count: 1646

The war was finally over. Blood had run through the realm, that of both men and dragons before peace was finally over them. But the fight was not yet over for Lucerys Velaryon, now Targaryen. Eldest surviving child of The half year queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.  

He had survived the fall over ship breakers bay, taken as a prisoner of war by his uncle, Aemond. Lucerys had been kept locked away in Maegor’s holdfast, and he would not see the world outside until the end of the war. As an Omega he was to be kept away from lustful eyes, so as to not taint him, on the behest of the dowager queen Alicent.  

He was fortunate, or at times unfortunate for the servants still loyal to his mother who told him news of the war around him. Yet it was his uncle, the One-eye, who boasted about his stepfather’s death. Of his brother’s fall. Aegon, his eldest uncle,  had made him watch his mother be burned and swallowed by Sunfyre, as he held Aegon ||| before he was once again locked away.  

From a family of 7 there were now only 3. Corlys was still alive, but there was no denying his bastard blood no more, not with the weakness he held. They were no longer family. Now there was only Lucerys, little Aegon and little Viserys, who had been found a month after their mother’s death.

What no one had expected after the war, was the death of king Aegon, second of his name. Many speculated how his death came to be. Some believed it was from his wounds, too great to carry on, others believed it was poison. Luke didn’t care. His worst nightmare was still there. Still alive. And now King.  

Aemond had taken the throne after Aegon’s death. Luke knew the new king held no love in his heart, and he spent each day terrified of what he would do. Would he send his brothers away? Would he kill them? Would he kill Luke? Take his eye? Luke didn’t really care for his own well-being anymore. Too tired to fear for himself. But his brothers were only 5 and 6, still just babies in his eyes.  

But no. Aemond would not hurt his brothers, instead he would inflict the most horrid torment he could on Lucerys. He would marry him.  

Luke’s new prison was now his and his husband’s chamber. Had been since the wedding.  

The ceremony had been a small thing. Lucerys had been dressed in his mother’s old wedding gown, white and gold, a Velaryon cloak over his shoulders. At least his husband was not as cruel as to place a Targaryen or a Strong cloak on his shoulders. If Luke thought back, he could still feel the soft fabric and the sept’s words.  

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“You may now cloak the bride and bring them under your protection" the sept voice echoed in the nearly empty hall. Luke’s Velaryon cloak was removed off of him by Corlys, the man taking the position of the father of the bride.  

Luke turned around to let Aemond place his own cloak. It was a Targaryen black, or so it seemed. On a closer look Luke could see it was the darkest of greens, the red 3 headed dragon stood to great contrast with it. It was heavy, as if the weight of the world was now placed upon Luke’s own shoulders.  

Lucerys turned back around, and for the first time that night, looked at Aemond’s face. The king wore the black crown of the conqueror and usurper. He had forgone his usual eyepatch, letting his sapphire be on full display in a menacing stare.  

Their hands were intertwined with a ribbon, forced to make contact as the sept continued the marriage ritual. "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity." He then instructs them to, "Look upon one another and say the words."

Lucery’s voice is weak and quivers compared to Aemond���s strong booming voice as they echo each other.  

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days."

They are to seal their bond with a kiss, yet it is nothing more than a press of the corners of their mouths. But it must have been accepted as no one says anything.  

After the ritual there would usually be a feast or celebration, but they do nothing of the sort. The party is split up merely seconds after the dismissal. Luke stands still next to Aemond, he knows what comes next. They all do. He does not acknowledge Alicent’s worried gaze or Corlys’ hand on his shoulder as it squeezes in comfort.  

The whole walk to the queen and king’s chamber is a blur. If Aemond had said anything during their walk, he had not taken notice. He does not fully return to himself until the door locks. It’s as waking form a dream, and entering a nightmare. As if a dream within a dream. Never to wake up to the comfort of his mother, or the light teasing of his brother. He is alone. So utterly alone.  

He does not turn around as Aemond prowls towards him. Nor does he react as the Alpha slips the dress from his shoulders, kissing down his shoulder. He does not cry, does not dare shudder or pull away.  

He is slowly guided to their bed, placed beneath his new husband and king. He expected Aemond to be harsh and cruel, yet he is delicate in the way he removes the dress, leaving Lucerys bare for him.  

“I will not harm you.” Aemond whispers, as if sensing Luke’s barely hidden fear. “We are family now, our blood is one.” At those words, Lucerys finally let’s his tears fall.  

Aemond let’s him keep his dignity by not turning him around, letting him hide in the soft pillows. Aemond’s finger softly touches the folds of Luke’s cunts, softening the Omega to his touch. Luke feels the tension leave his body as it goes slow. The digit enters him slowly as Aemond’s other hand holds his lower body up.  

A sigh leaves his mouth at the feeling of Aemond’s finger within him, coaxing more slick to lubricate the alpha’s hand. A second finger soon joins in, the stretch bearable, at the brink of uncomfortable. Aemond scissors him open, a thumb rubbing at his clit, sending the occasional spark through Luke’s nerves. But what makes his entire body jolt is when Aemond’s fingers touch a spot hidden deep within him. The feeling forced a soft moan out of him, a sound he did not consent to making.  

Luke can feel the warm blush over his cheeks as shame takes over him. He expected Aemond to make some sort of remark, but the alpha keeps quiet, instead he just enters a 3rd finger. Lucerys fists the sheets beneath him at the feeling of the stretch and the pleasure from within.  

A knot is felt tight within his belly, as if a coil spun tight. Just as it is about to snap, Aemond retreats his fingers. A low whine leaves Luke at the loss but he is quickly shushed by soft kisses at his shoulder from the alpha. He feels Aemond position himself, the alpha’s cock hard yet softly pressing against his cunt.  

The drag of the cock is slow and at the border of painful as it enters, yet it stirs something within Luke. It goes on and on and on, filling Luke up to the brink of overfilling and once Aemond is fully settled he drapes himself over Luke, covering the small omega completely.  

Aemond’s hand finds Luke’s and slowly pries the fist away from the sheets before he interlocks their fingers. Aemond takes this moment to move with slow movements. He retreats until the cock is almost all the way out before he pushes in once more, phace quickening with each gasp Luke gives.  

Lucery’s gasps slowly turn into moans that are met with Aemond’s soft grunts in his ear. With just the slightest adjustment Aemond is able to hit the same spot his fingers had touched. The spark is even more intense now with the cock’s force, the pleasure blinding as Luke lifts his hips to meet Aemond’s forceful thrusts.  

Aemond’s movement quickens as the swell of the knot starts to form, Luke can feel how it stretches him even more with each pounding movement. The alpha does not relent, and Luke doesn’t want him to.  

The feeling in his core is back, the one that feels as if a string is being pulled tight, and this time, Aemond doesn’t let up. If anything, he gets even more intense. The thrust is even more powerful as they push Luke further and further. 

And just as the string snaps, so does the alpha’s knot lock them together. Luke’s moan is loud as he cums at the feeling of Aemond's seed filling inside him. The mating bite Aemond leaves on his shoulder makes him scream in ecstasy as his cunt pulses around the cock inside him, pumping the alpha for all he is worth. Aemond holds him through it, letting Luke convulse and shake through his orgasm as the bond settles within them both.

Aemond’s own emotions are on full display, they show a sense of contentment, satisfaction and desire. Luke feels himself tuning to his side, Aemond still inside him, and he will be for the next 30 minutes. Aemond spoons him from behind, hands rubbing at his stomach, as if feeling for a bulge, or perhaps the wish for a pup.  

The soft touches and warmth lull Luke to a soft sleep. It is dreamless and dark. No longer plagued by nightmares, at least for tonight.

#lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #fanfiction #lucemond fanfic #possible one shot #this took like half a day #not my proudest work but eeh #i crave the lucemond angst #yet hate to see my baby hurt

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. This is a bit out of the way but I was wondering if you guys could help me find a certain twitter thread about, like, a huge family dinner with the mdzs characters where "who is going to pay the bill" devolves into hijinks and a lot of politeness judo. and ends with nie huaisang going "i paid the bill while i was in the toilet"

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2. Hey there 👋🏻 some time ago I read an unfinished wangxian pirate fic I can’t seem to find anymore. I remember that there was a protective veil between the sea and the land that was simultaneously a veil between life and death somehow (I think it hasn’t been explained properly yet in the fic) and LWJ is stationed at the could recess lighthouse to keep the light burning and WWX washes ashore half dead. LWJ saves him even though he realises he should probably kill him or turn him in. LWJ thinks he is running from the YLLZ but he is running from Wen Chao. Does one of you know that fic?

FOUND! ghosts of all things that are by larkspur_9, Song_of_Storms (T, 29k, WIP, WangXian, Pirate AU, Fantasy, Lighthouse keeper LWJ, Steampunk, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn)

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3. Do u know of a fic where baoshan sanren saves wei ying from dying and transfers her core to him thus making him her heir?

FOUND!  Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, angst w/ happy ending)

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4. Hi! could you guys help me find a fic? I never actually read it lol But the summary was something like why does Lan Wangji like it when Wei Wuxian cries during sex? When I first saw it I was like no. But I didn't forget the summary and now I'm so curious! But I can't find it. Thank you.

FOUND? oh, these are real things by typefortydeductions (E, 15k, wangxian, modern, kink negotiation, under-negotiated kink, safewording, light BDSM, dom/sub, fisting, sex tears, panic attacks, top drop)

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5. Heyyy uhm... The fic was in a modern setting where WY just got out of prison or smth like that (because of Lan elders) and then LZ is starting to plan things to get out of his uncle's clutches. A scene I remember was them fighting because LZ did not fight for WY when he was accused or something. It's also like they're a businessmen. Thanks!!! And they have teenager a-yuan here.

FOUND? Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

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6. Hi hope all is well, I do enjoy your blog it's awesome... I hoping that you can help me please I read a fanfic a couple weeks ago however, I forgot to bookmark it. It's a fanfic written after Wei Ying let's go of Lan Zhan's hand falls and supposedly dies, Lan Zhan is punished and grounded. Wei Ying in this story apparently stays with Lan Zhan at cloud recesses but as a ghost or spirit of sorts and sees the punishment and pain and hurt Lan Zhan goes through. Have you any idea what fanfic is this. I'd be grateful for your help thanks much. This is all I have to go on I'm not sure of the other details in the story as I've read so much in between then and now sorry I can't give anymore info to help you.. have a great day and thanks again for your help tc

FOUND? Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, angst w/ happy ending)

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7. HI HELLO I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR SO LONG FOR THIS ONE MDZS FIC

ok real quick before i continue, there's a trigger warning for attempted suicide so if ur not cool with that then np :)

but yeah wwx gets transfered back to the time where he was studying in cloud recess, and he comes to it when lqr is calling him. he goes "I cant do this again" books it and throws himself off a cliff. HE SURVIVES!!! the lan sect are devealoping a "mind healing" technique (basically therapy) and he does that. the jiang sect gets letters to go to cloud recess and wwx resigns from the Jiang sect bc he believes that everything Madam Yu said was true.

I think there was jiang yanli's interlude where she got the letter and overheard Madam Yu say smth along the lines of "so what that brat had the urge to fling himself off a cliff for attention" and jian fengmian agreed with her :/ Jiang siblings are very conserned ab wwx. oh and jin zixuan is there and escorts yanli around for a walk and its rlly sweet

in the mean time, wwx decideds k!lling himself isn't the answer and that he should at least stick around to make sure nothing that happened in the original time line happens again. i think it had like 20 chapters and was incomplete, and the summary says smth like "wwx wakes up in his teenage body and decidedly does not take it well" but I cant remember :(( thank you sm i rrly want to find this fic pls tag me if u do :) @vanitasthepainting

FOUND! Without end by barisan (M, 65k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Suicide attempt, YZY & JFM Bashing, PTSD, BAMF WWX)

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8. Hey so I've been looking for a couple fics for a while, i dont know if they were deleted or if i just cant find them because its been So long.

A) the first fic is where Wei Ying leaves the Jiang sect (dont know if its by his own violation or Madam Yus) and he meets meng yao his mother and sisi, but soon after madam yu sends yinzu and jinzu to kill him and they all leave and soon meet xue yang and the dafan wens.

B) the other fic is where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan have a one night stand of sorts and Wei Yong ends up having a little girl and the jiang siblings are really supportive and protective and they keep the little girl a secrer in fear that the Lan sect will take her away and a few years later she is found out and their is a discussion confernce in qinghe and Lan Zhan gets all jealous because the little girl is climbing all over nie Mingjue.

if you could find those for me it would be very thankfull 😂🥰 @fanfic-discussions

8A)

FOUND? Sounds a lot like The Debts of a Child series by Hauntcats (M, 57k, jiangs & WWX, wangxian, canon divergence, not jiang friendly, angst w/ happy ending, WIP) specifically the second one in the series

8B)

FOUND?🧡 Don't Wanna Fall by nekojita (M, 111k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, A/B/O, Sort Of, with a twist?, Mpreg, Child thief WN, Fix-It)

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9. Hi! Thank you for all the wonderful work you are doing, this blog has brought me a lot of joy. I am looking for a fic where JC and WY fell out after trying to save JYL  from drowning when she was caught in a net underwater. And WY had to keep diving down to give her air, and he was really exhausted and delirious afterwards. JC got really angry at him. And the fic is about how JC had to do something similar and realised how difficult it was and tried to reconcile with WY. Hopefully that’s enough info, I can’t remember much else! Thanks very much :)

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10. Hello modss!! I hope ur doing well. I'd really like some help in finding this fic. It was after the siege and Wwx was alive he was taken by someone (?) xiao xingchen? I dont remember but it was to heal him. And there was a plot to take down the jins. During the time he was away i think he kept talking to ayuan like a ghost. and at the end when everything settled wwx returns to gusu and ayuan says baba/mama(?) is home. Thank you in advance 🥺.

FOUND? Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not rated, 15k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, angst w/ happy ending)

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11. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where lwj is a ghost and wwx can see him and they investigate his death and lwj is revived in the end or something. Thank you!!!

FOUND? lovers be lost (but love shall not) by la_muerta (T, 13k, wangxian, 1910s au, arranged marriage, ghost marriage, case fic, happy ending)

FOUND? Red Is Just Black Remembering by Zizzani (E, 41k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, ghosts, modern)

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12. Hello! I looked through the ficfinder backlog & didn't see this one, and would love some help. Found or not, thank you!! It's a post-canon fic where NHS finds WWX wandering around without any support and brings him back to the Unclean Realm, but it's not nirejseki's Gone Shopping. It's longer and has NHS and WWX starting a school, and the Nie sect demanding WWX get paid/respect for his talismans, and WWX pines for LWJ and the Nie sect/NHS scheme to get them together. @ladymordecai

FOUND? Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, wangxian, NHS & WWX, post-canon, chief cultivator LWJ, inventor WWX, found family, alcohol, protective NHS, not JC friendly)

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13. Hi! I'm looking for a smut fic I read some months ago. (If smut requests aren't OK, please ignore this message!) What I remember is that it was a modern AU where WWX was LWJ's pet (like, for sex, not a literal animal). I have an impression that it might've been some type of omegaverse (WWX definitely wasn't fully human), but I can't find it anywhere in those tags, so maybe it was something else? Thanks for your help!

FOUND! Forever Home by fishhflake (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, PWP, Master/Pet, Rabbit Hybrid WWX, Breasts, Boypussy, Shameless Smut)

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14. Hi I'm looking for a fic I read when I 1st entered this fandom. It was XiYao and Wangxian. WQ and the Lans helped WWX rebuild his golden core. The one clear scene I remember was LXC and JGY together on Phoenix Mountain watching WWX manipulate Subian from a distance. They were impressed with how much WWX improved in a few short months. Thank you!! @themlb37

FOUND! Becoming the Phoenix by Branch (E, 60k, XiYao, XuanLi, WangXian, Drama, Romance, Politics, Fluff, Angst, Porn, Action, Canon Divergence, Canon - Chinese Drama)

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15. Hello! I've been trying to find this fanfiction but i don't really remember the name but there's this one scene i remember where lwj is taking peanuts from a bag from someone (which i think is wwx?) just to not speak with a lan elder (I also remember that in the summary it says that the lan elders hate/despite lwj for using the rules for an advantage or something like that) I hope this is the correct format for asking, Have a great day!

FOUND Following the Rules by BegrudginglyTumbling (SarcasticSmiler) (T, 2k, wangxian, gusu lan rules, fluff & humor, LWJ being a little shit)

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16. Hello mods! I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you guys could help me find a fanfiction that I've been searching for but can't find. I remember that it's about wwx who died and came back either as a ghost or a fierce corpse during the sungshot campaign, I'm not sure if he died when he was thrown into the burial mounds, but I remember that he helped them win the war and then passed on peacefully after, I remember that they knew he was a ghost too.

Hello! It's #16 from the Last fic Finder, unfortunately it is not that one:( if I remember correctly, wwx passed on as soon as the battle was over, on the battlefield.

NOT FOUND! Liberation by bonyenne (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fierce Corpse WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mojo’s Post)

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17. Hi there! I was wondering if anyone knows about this fic in which instead of mo xuanyu, Lan wangji was the one who sacrificed his body for wwx, idk if there is a happy ending or not.

FOUND! for you, all for you「 给你, 都给你 」 by headBONDmeLWJ (T, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, major character death, canon divergence, angst, hurt/comfort)

NOT FOUND! While my guqin gently weeps by nival_kenival (T, 1k, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, major character death, angst, unhappy ending, WWX revival, hurt no comfort)

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18. Hi I’m looking for a fic where wangxian are married and it’s a modern au! They’ve been married 10+ years and lwj suggests experimenting with a younger colleague of his (mxy I believe) and wy doesn’t like this but doesn’t make his feeling totally clear. I believe they have a 3some and wy and lwj go through a rough patch but it has a happy ending! I appreciate any help, I really can’t find this anywhere!!

FOUND! give something new a try by ilip13 (M, 12k, wangxian, LWJ/WWX/MXY, modern, established relationship, angst w/ happy ending, married life, insecurity, jelaousy, making up, metioned threesome, pov alternating)

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19. Thank you for all your hard work! You guys are awesome. My problem is that I’m horrible at tags. Using them, reading them like I’m supposed to, paying attention for instances such as these…

I’m looking for a modern wangxian covid quarantine fic. I know wangxian are attending university in America. WWX must take courses continuously in order to keep his scholarship/stipend, maybe even his visa status. I think he’s majoring in medicine. In order to maintain his status and meet the requirements, he enrolls in LQR’s livestream ancient poetry class (thinking it would be relatively easy). He spots the beautiful but cold and aloof LWJ in his zoom class window and immediately develops a crush on him. LWJ is instantly annoyed with the student that leaves the voice-altering bunny filter on during every serious class discussion - even if he does make intelligent observations and salient points. WWX spends too much time talking about his crush on LWJ to his quarantine-trapped flatmates, JC and NHS. I think LQR picks WWX to be LWJ’s poetry project partner and they spend a lot of time alone together in a separate classroom screen where LWJ plays the guqin for WWX to draw/paint him playing for their assignment. Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!

FOUND? I Would like to Be There Beside You by istartedtheapocalypse (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Long-Distance Relationship, Mutual Pining, Some Angst)

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20. Hello, do you know of a time travel fic in which Wei Ying realizes that Jiang Yanli is not as good as he thought and finds out that when she makes the soup in the camp during the sunshot campaign she uses the little rations that they have. I more or less remember that the Jin have a trial and Jiang Yanli and Peacock live a common life without riches. Please help me find it is a very nice fic

FOUND? In Which Soup is NOT the Solution by such_stuff_as_dreams_are_made_on (Not Rated, 5k, WIP, WangXian, WWX & JZX, Canon Divergence, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Enemies to Friends, Somebody Lives/Not everyone dies)

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#mdzs #wangxian #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic recs #wangxian fic finder #long post

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Michael Chang, Jr

Designation (Dom, Switch, sub): Sub

Age: 33

Birthdate (click here for list): Marc 31st 1989

Claim: Dissolved

Faceclaim: Simu Liu

Orientation: Pansexual

Occupation: Working on teacher's degree.

Kinks: Humiliation, impact pain, pain play, CBT, body worship.

Anti-Kinks: Blood, gore.

Key Points:

Passionate about his mark.

Devastated by how his claim ended.

Loyal to a fault, as his previous claim shows.

Desperate to claim and not become a slave.

BIO

Michael was a happy-go-lucky student at his institute in California. He'd chosen an institute away from the family in DC just because he'd felt like it was important to strike out on his own, and he'd managed to do exactly that. He'd met the Headmaster's son, Ethan, and while they had flirted, romance didn't blossom between them. What did blossom was a relationship as Dominant and submissive that felt like it was everything Michael needed. Their kinks matched, he flourished by choosing the submissive side of his mark. There were parts of himself that Michael's Dominant kept to himself, but Michael could look past that. When they were alone, things were wonderful. They claimed and graduated when Michael was 26, and apart from visiting Michael's family a few times a year, they made a life for themselves in California.

Michael knew that Ethan preferred to keep his work life to himself, and he tried to be okay with that. The truth was that the secrecy between them was the cause of a lot of arguments, in their post-graduation years. But the lack of romance in their lives added onto the secrecy left Michael feeling more and more uneasy. But their connection was undeniable, and Ethan had provided Michael with a good life. A wonderful home, a big garden that Michael liked to spend hours tending to. He was happy, mostly.

So when the police knocked on the door and his life imploded, Michael really didn't see it coming. The police informed him that Ethan had been arrested, along with several members of Ethan's family, under organised crime laws as well as drug running and dealing. Michael broke apart in private that night, as he curled up into the bed alone. That was the night he ever spent in that house. He checked into a hotel, while still visiting Ethan in prison as he awaited sentencing. Months later, Ethan was given a twenty-year sentence and their claim was officially dissolved the same day. Michael had seen it coming, of course, but he permitted himself a two day calm-down session with his parents in DC, but he made the decision to register to spend his gap year at Oz's institute.

BIO QUESTIONS:

Describe your occupational journey and how you got to where you are

It's always been a dream of mine to teach. I love the idea of getting to shape young minds and help them achieve everything they want to achieve. I can do that, I just need to find a Dominant who'll let me do it. In a year.

How would you describe yourself as a Dominant/submissive?

Passionate. About my mark, about my need to submit, about my desire to please my Dom in whatever way they need from me.

How do you feel about authority?

Respectful. Whether it's my Dom, a random Dom, or my employer. I understand my place, and I'm very proud of that place.

#active rp #active rp group #active roleplay #active roleplay group #active rpg #michael chang jr #taken #townsperson bio #townsperson bio taken

[brn1029]

It was on this date…in music history….

June 3rd

1953 - Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley graduated from J.C. Hulmes High School in Memphis; his graduation photo shows him to have a split curl in the middle of his forehead, later to become his trademark. He was the first member of his family to graduate high school.

1964 - Ringo Starr

During a photo session Ringo Starr was taken ill suffering from tonsillitis and pharyngitis, days before a world tour was about to start. After a last-minute phone call from George Martin, session drummer Jimmy Nichol rushed over to EMI Studios, where he and The Beatles ran through six songs from their tour repertoire in a quick rehearsal. Nichol replaced Ringo and became a Beatle for eleven days.

1967 - Aretha Franklin

Aretha Franklin went to No.1 on the US singles chart with her version of the Otis Redding hit 'Respect'. A No.10 hit on the UK chart. Aretha scored her first UK No.1 20 years later with a duet with George Michael 'I Knew You Were Waiting'.

1967 - The Doors

The Doors 'Light My Fire' was released in the US, where it went on to be No.1 on the singles chart two months later. When The Doors were booked to appear on The Ed Sullivan Show they were asked to change the line "girl, we couldn't get much higher", as the sponsors were uncomfortable with the possible reference to drug-taking. The band agreed to do so, and did a rehearsal using the amended lyrics; however, during the live performance, lead singer Jim Morrison sang the original lyric, after which they were informed they would never appear on the Ed Sullivan show again.

1968 - Andy Warhol

Valerie Solanas shot Andy Warhol and art critic and curator Mario Amaya at Warhol's studio in New York City. Solanas had been to see Warhol after asking for the return of a script which had apparently, been misplaced. Warhol was seriously wounded in the attack and barely survived.

1970 - Deep Purple

Deep Purple released their fourth studio album 'Deep Purple In Rock'. This was the first album to feature the classic Mk II lineup of - Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice.

1970 - Ray Davies

The Kinks Ray Davies was forced to make a 6,000 mile round trip from New York to London to record one word in a song. Davies had to change the word 'Coca- Cola' to 'Cherry Cola' on the bands forthcoming single 'Lola' due to an advertising ban at BBC Radio.

1983 - Jim Gordon

US session drummer Jim Gordon, murdered his mother by pounding her head with a hammer. A diagnosed schizophrenic, it was not until his trial in 1984 that he was properly diagnosed. Due to the fact that his attorney was unable to use the insanity defense, Gordon was sentenced to sixteen years-to-life in prison in 1984. A Grammy Award winner for co-writing Layla with Eric Clapton, Gordon worked with The Beach Boys, John Lennon, George Harrison Frank Zappa and many other artists.

1995 - Bryan Adams

Bryan Adams started a five week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman' Taken from the film 'Don Juan De Marco' it became Adams third US solo No.1, a No.4 hit in the UK.

2000 - Kenny Chesney

Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw were arrested in Buffalo, New York after Chesney ran away with a Mounted Reserve deputy's horse, and McGraw attacked deputies that tried to corral him. Chesney asked to sit on the horse outside Ralph Wilson Stadium and the daughter of the deputy gave him permission to do so. Then Chesney mounted the horse and rode away. He was told to stop, but ignored the orders from the other deputies, the deputies were then attacked by McGraw and members of his entourage. Chesney was charged with disorderly conduct and released on bail. McGraw was charged with second-degree assault, obstructing governmental administration, menacing and resisting arrest. He was released on $2,500 bail….(this is a country song just waiting to be written….)

2002 - Ozzy Osbourne

Paul McCartney, Sting, Elton John, Brian Wilson, Cliff Richard, Ozzy Osbourne, The Corrs, Will Young, Atomic Kitten and S Club 7 all appeared at The Queen's Jubilee concert at Buckingham Palace, London.

2003 - Barry Manilow

Barry Manilow suffered a broken nose after he accidentally walked into a wall at his home in Palm Springs, California and knocked himself unconscious. Although he passed out for four hours, he didn't endure any lasting effects as doctors determined that surgery was not necessary.

2006 - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Red Hot Chili Peppers were at No.1 on the UK and US album charts with Stadium Arcadium the bands ninth studio album.

2011 - Andrew Gold

American singer, songwriter Andrew Gold died in his sleep aged 59 from a heart attack. Had the 1977 US No.7 single 'Lonely Boy', 1978 UK No.5 single 'Never Let Her Slip Away' and as a member of Wax the 1987 UK No.12 single 'Bridge To Your Heart'.

2016 - Dave Swarbrick

English folk musician and singer-songwriter Dave Swarbrick died aged 75. His work for the group Fairport Convention from 1969 has been credited with leading them to produce their seminal album Liege & Lief (1969) which initiated the electric folk movement.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 468, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1129

“Sweetheart?” Peter murmured as I napped next to him. he was working on his laptop computer with a glass of iced tea sitting on his bedside table. “Sweetheart, I have Charlie in a few minutes.”

Do you want me to move?

“No.”

I crawled in tighter to his side, letting out a soft coo at the clear stress in his voice as his laptop computer began to chirp, signaling that he was being invited to a ZOOM meeting.

“Alright,” he hummed before accepting the call. “Hello Charlie.”

Hello Peter. how are you doing today?

“I’m doing good today,” he informed her. “One day at a time Charlie, one day at a time.”

Have you done anything exciting today?

“Isabelle took the kids at the park, and I think they’re going to go get ice cream afterwards,” he said, his thumb gently petting the side of my jaw as I fell into a half awake, half asleep state of mind.

That’s not what I asked you, Peter.

“No, nothing adventurous going on today,” he confessed, his eyes darting off to me, curled up into a tight ball and nuzzled into his side.

Is Mary Claire there?

“Hihi Charlie,” I meeped out before resettling back down.

Is there a special occasion in mind for today, or is Mary Claire just napping next to you?

“You know how bad my anxiety is,” Peter scowled, bringing the glass up for a quick sip. “My sweetheart is like a balm for the negatives in my life.”

Ah, always the waxing poet. How is your new album coming along?

“Well, as I explained to you a few times already, writing a musical album start to finish isn’t a one night project kind of thing,” he reminded her with a sigh.

I remember you telling me that.

“Besides, it’s been difficult for me to find time to myself,” he told her, brushing my curls from my face. “I am a husband. I am a godfather. I am a father. I kinda got my hands tied up at the moment.”

But are you keeping in mind you can ask for time to yourself?

“I don’t want to leave my family alone,” he confessed. “I fear that if I let them out of my metaphoric sight, something bad will happen to them.”

I cooed at his confession and reached up to take his hand and pressing a lazy kiss to his palm.

I am so sorry you’re under this much stress, my love. What can I do to make you feel better?

He turned to look at me, a small smile quirking at the corner of his mouth before returning to Charlie.

Peter, when was the last time you had a night out with your friends?

“If you’re not including band practice, it’s been literal years ago,” he answered. “Not since meeting my sweetheart.”

Is there a reason why you haven’t indulged yourself in some ‘quality Peter time’?

“How can I possibly relax enough to have a good time without knowing that my sweetheart is safe?” he shot off. “She has literally been through so much- being violently assaulted at such a young age, needing to step up for her sisters, meeting me, giving birth to little girl on the toilet, being sexually assaulted by her childhood rapist who had escaped from prison… trust me- if I’m not there to protect my family, something bad will happen to them.”

I could tell that Peter was starting to grow agitated at the doctor’s incapability to see from his point of view, and I knew that the only cure for that would involve my lips being wrapped around his cock.

“I just feel like a failure of a man.”

I stopped thinking wicked thoughts and opened my eyes, sitting up partway and flinging my arms around his middle, giving out a destressed sound as I did so.

“It’s my job to keep my family safe.” A violent sob was ripped from his chest. “I promised my sweetheart early on in our relationship that I will love her, and protect her, and honor her, from now until my last dying breath. And so far, I’ve done a fucking shitful job of keeping that promise.” His deep, rumbling voice dripped with sarcasm as I reached up to press my hand to his chest, a kind of grounding that we’ve both discovered early on in our romance.

Oh my love… I thought. I am so sorry you feel like this. I love you, you are the family protector, for now and fore always. Can you remember that?

“I can try, blueberry of my heart,” he sighed. “I just fucking hate feeling like this!”

I jumped at the harsh fury in his voice, startled, but not fearful.

I could never fear the man fate paired me with.

“Yeah?” He turned back to Charlie, ready to bear his heart once more. “I just feel like a failure of a man for not being able to protect my family.”

My heart was cracking slowly, piece by piece as my husband’s fears and vulnerabilities were made visible for me and me alone. I felt honored that my soulmate trusted me enough to show me this part of himself, but then I had to remind myself-

As terrifying one Peter Thomas Ratajczyk was in appearance, he was actually a gentle, kindhearted, loving man who wasn’t afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve and love on his family in front of his fans and random strangers out in public.

“Peter?” He turned his attention back to me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mary Claire Ratajczyk,” he smiled.

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#Real person fiction (RPF) #Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL) #Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down’s Syndrome #Baby Violet Marie #Neonatal death #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

[castle-dominion]

4x10 cuffed

everyone's first thoughts: finally they slept together love the music RC: I didn’t say “funny”, I said “kinky”. And I didn’t cuff us. love the audio she would totally be able to squeeze her hand out lol the good kind KB: Okay, lift my top. RC: I think you might still be under the influence, but okay. it's going to be a crime scene

esparish bickering <3 JE: the clerk said that he registered as Jack Sparrow RC: Well, there’s a possibility that’s his real name. JE: Sure it is. ...We're running it just in case Love a good old fake camera esplanie fightinnnng

One time I tried to kick for the show while playing make believe as a kid but it was a prison game so we had tied my feet together & I fell on my butt bc I kicked both feet out from under me RC, trying to chronologically order his thoughts bc he is smart & methodical: Then… Ryan asked me… if he spent Thanksgiving at his family’s house, did that mean he had to spend Christmas at Jenny’s family’s house?

LP: I told you, it’s none of your business. RC: Of course it’s none of my business, that’s why I want to know. KB: Know what? RC: What she and Esposito were fighting about. KB: It’s none of your business. RC: That’s the point.

Love ryan's outfit as usual. Also I just realizeed he asked castle for advice, ig bc castle has been married before but he has actually failed both marriages... Anyway it's like me & my family, we always use old envelopes as scrap paper. & beckett's outfit is also nice & you don't write the address on the murder board?

RC: So, do you know what Lanie and Esposito were fighting about? KB: Everything. They both want to be together, but neither of them wants to admit to it. RC: Ugh, why do people do that to themselves? KB: Maybe they just don’t see it. RC: How could they not? It’s so obvious. *eyes emoji*

This camera is from the perspective of a person fast dripping sink & not calling rysposito to tell them to run the name? Human trafficking? maybe it is just consensual kink? probably not tho. Girl you probably need to twist the handle to open the cage or smth. Just get a pair of wire cutters & help the lady out. Creepy smile Weird flashes that don't actually make any sense, wait nvm they do she is indeed wearing the pink stuff.

First intro <3

Ok while USA beef is crap compared to canadian beef, usa milk can actually be better. Is ryan married yet? I don't think so. He is in my family watch but I don't think so in my binge watch. yeah that's next episode. omg it's next episode! I wish we had gotten to see more of the wedding, I wish it was like a murdoch mysteries wedding or a bbc sherlock wedding. Back to the current episode, I like ryan's mug. *licks the stir stick* *gives it to ryan* *ryan uses it* wow I guess the boys really are swapping spit KR: Relationship test? ... *angrily stirs his coffee* We’re getting married in a month.

VG: Hey, have either of you seen Beckett? JE: She’s probably following up on a lead. KR: *points to "what esposito said"* VG, who made detective six weeks older than beckett: Don’t think that I don’t know that you guys cover for each other.

KR: Come on, Jenny loves me. She wouldn’t test me like that. JE: Right. Just watch out if she wants to take you canoeing. KR: Canoeing? C--canoeing is a test? [Why does esposito know all this about marriage? Ryan's the one who "decided to get hitched" & actually is in a long-term relationship. Have you even seen s5? well no ig not…] JE: It’s all about power, direction. Like a marriage. If the canoe goes straight, it shows her that you can compromise, work together, find a rhythm, move forward in the same direction. But…if it’s going around in circles? So is your relationship. Anyway smash cut to caskett walking around in circles

If the door opens inward you can open the door to hold for someone BY going in first. Yeah the wrong hands being cuffed are so awkward. Wow this place is like a horror game. In fact that's what I thought earlier when they were in the empty house. There was a prison made of plaster that no prisoners escaped from bc they never tried but then they moved prisons & had the prisoners take down the old prison & they saw how flimsy it was & how easy it would have been to escape. but that could just be a school story RC: How long do you think we were out? KB: Couple of hours. RC: How can you tell? KB: ‘cause I’m hungry. RC: Oh. *checks pocket* I’ve got some beef jerky. KB: RC: What? trapdoor

ryan is so pretty, I don't much like stripes but his stripy light pink shirt with that vest & tie & his hair he's just so cute KR: You think they’re really running down a lead? [probably thinking ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) smth] JE: What lead? There was nothing new on the board when we came back. [WHICH IS DUMB BC WHY DIDN'T THEY WRITE THAT ON THE MURDER BOARD?] You think you can hit up dispatch? See if they’ll run a trace on the transponder on Beckett’s unit. I want to know where they are. [they love their friends & are afraid for them]

Oh gosh that was a heck of a moan. After all, they say your tattoo artist knows what you sound like in bed See it's times like this I am glad I learned how to open locks.

How can they tell it's beckett's car? it looks exactly like yours it's just a silly police ghost car. btw esposito looks normal & has that great collared shirt that shows off his boobs, but ryan hoo babey I like his coat & omg that waistcoat I think I might be gay you guys Of course gates also looks pretty.

I mean it is not like you two have anything better to do Castle I could think of a version that ends well. He was a CIA operative & they nabbed you before you could ruin their plans, they will release you once they blow up the moon. Or smth like that. So have they gone pee yet? It has been hours.

I love how ryan does the "hold on a sec" T with his hands there. KR: Could. So, it’s possible it might not, right? Yeah & if it breaks you still have nine other prints to try

It looks like a pic my mom took of her nuts & bolts. (it's too hot to make them, we use the oven but we are all craving them.) She desaturated the pic & then compared it to an actual photo of nuts & bolts. love the music btw.

But WHO doesn't keep their knives clean????? They might be able to find a cuff key in that mess or maybe smth to break thru their chains. Or just dislocate a thumb.

Double eyed microscopes are so hard to use k I already know I like first names but their arguing is so cute

Ok I get it it's rly cool except they would have already done that & the prints probably would not match up as perfectly Trucker. Calloused hands, lots of sitting. Probably could tell from the tan on one side of his face tho *dun dun dun feet walking, view from the back, so strong & sus* Oh no the man took the photo he's going to disappear with it & we all know witnesses start to lose their memories after a bit of time ah. Love the texas(?) accent. He's DEA. this makes sense

Wow he made it here fast considering how long ago they ran the prints I love the way he said mexico. me'ico. Mm. You know, japanese should not call it mekushiko, they can call it mehiko, they have those letters. "made him" it's so weird. I had never heard of that phrase before. He made my guy means he figured out that "my guy" was a cop posing as a drug trafficker. Except we "know" at this point it is human trafficking not drugs. Gates grabs her gun, gates looks hot af maybe I'm a lesbian, "let's go boys"

Air holes. Humann trafficking.

RC, being all gross: Just so you know, not as much fun if I have your permission. [girl it is ONLY fun if you have their permission. Like "hey u sent me nudes can I keep them & 'enjoy' them?" or smth like that.]

It's like when they were selling cabinets with special names but it was smuggling children! You bought the pricey cabinet with the fancy name & got a child. It was so gross. I hope it was just an internet hoax & not an actual child trafficking case. Castle is 'her people'!

You know it is sometimes easier to squat & then have them sit on your shoulders & then stand up. Easier to balance. lol do you remember the koala trend? I only heard about it through unus annus when the men took turns climbing all over one another. Then the girl in the video kissed her man & ethan said "it's part of it, I have to do it" & that's one part I actually remember lol. joining the circus? Foreshadowing RC: I--I’m getting a little tired of you walking all over me. XD Oh wow ok nevermind there's someone there huh I see. & at least they had that bed

Breathing? Human trafficking. Yep. Oof the way Ryan grabs her wrist. He could have just grabbed the envelope (except it might rip?) or he could have picked it up after she put it down. It was such an intense moment. Also he kind of used the wrong hand & had to switch them. (btw wow nice fingernails. I mean ig I'm a cook+baker & a fiddler but still.) She goes to put it back, he watches put-out, & then his eyes widen & he just grabs her wrist. She looks at him in shock & mild offense & then he pulls her hand closer & takes it with his left so he can grab the paper with his right. It's just so good. Intense few secons there. Not to mention the audio.

Wow nice guns & ryan gets one surely it wasn't this hatch, but-- oh yep. Not the right hatch. Bu t maybe they will find evidence of other trafficking victims.

BRO JUST DISLOCATE YOUR THUMB

She is very beautiful? Human trafficking! & finally these two find out! Hey that wall is plaster, just like I said abt the prison!

Love the notebook Semiy not semii?

Her breathing would be so deep tho, yk who "she" is.

Wait does ryan's vest have a zipper pocket? & I can't tell if those are nice jeans or normal dress pants. At first I thought it was the same house lol, not a different house that had the same stuff done to it. ryan can do that but what are YOU doing esposito? Hm point for the adhd esposito headcanon (tho he canonically has aqcuired neurodivergency so maybe it's that) he doesn't do well with reading. Like when he asked for audiobooks.

RC: I’ve always liked your legs, but now I respect them. KB: Yeah, yours aren’t so bad, either. You know, for the next police picnic we should to the three legged race together. Not big enough for a person to go through. OH IT'S A MOTHER HECK ING TIGER??? oh castle's totally going to befriend it. They're going to ride out on the tiger's back like david getting pizza from the lions bc castle gave her beef jerky. Or she will claw them aside, whatever. Or maybe she will eat it! Or maybe she will keep attacking them. Love cgi. how did y'all push the thing earlier? one two three push, like tug of war. Or maybe remove one of the chains & put it back once you cover the hole...

So you only got rid of three? Why go through the effort to colour coordinate?

Castle is right, you can survive a while in a coffin or locked freezer. Besides, what if you tip it sideways & have it upside down & then the lid is on one end & the opening against the ground. That way you still have air access & the tiger can't get you, except she'd just have to knock it over & then she could eat you.

Wow they have already been to three places? The switching back & forth between characters makes it seem like this is happening in realtime but they must have spent a lot of minutes driving while caskett only had maybe one minute to get the freezer upright.

holy fudge they tipped the thing? It was so heavy they would have had to empty it, meaning it should be easy to knock over. plus, like becks said, tigers can jump. Hey why didn't they do this in the first place? Stand it up sideways instead of on each other's shoulders? I guess they were still high... There are bars there I see

*squeaky squealy cleaning the window*

She hungry. & she pretty. RC: Remember what I said about joining the circus? KB: Uh-huh. RC: Changed my mind. KB: She’s playing with us. She’s gonna knock it over. What are we going to do? RC: There’s only one thing to do. Me: ... Fight her? [knowing what will happen: climb on the bars once she knocks it over?] RC: Scream like little girls. Both: Help!

KR: Wait listen JE: *already waiting & listening* Ooh look at all those cool chains. *they find & open the hatch* JE: Beckett! Castle! KB: Esposito! Tiger: growl JE: Is that a tiger????? *momma pulls a gun* *drop hatch on caskett*

Momma ruth spurloch: Maybe I’ll shoot the pretty one first. Rysposito: *kind of look at each other as in "who's the pretty one" but we all know it's Ryan* This scene makes me realize, esposito has not enough hair & ryan has more than he used to so he can stand to lose a bit in exchange for esposito gaining some hair. Yeah she's right abt the texas lawman thing.

cough cough they think they might die so ryan says javi's first name & castle says kate's first name & it's so good & intimate Girl dying from tiger death is cool af!

Ah those chains remind me of the meatcutting shop. you hook up your quarters to them & you can wheel them around. Hey I've seen this gif before! I was wondering why we had that perspective. I think it would be cool to have a POV episode. Ryan's voice DX "Oh, God. It ate ‘em." Caskett *hanging from the bars we saw in one single scene* Ryan basically jumps in trying to see them lol Ryan: Nice hangout BRO THEY ARE CUFFED TOGETHER HANGING FROM A BAR IN A ROOM WITH A TIGER NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES

KR: Handcuffed together that long? I’m surprised you two didn’t kill each other. KB: Yeah, well, there were a couple of moments. RC: Until we found our rhythm. KR: I think we’ll fly to Florida. (Are you scared you'll kill each other? If that's how you feel then maybe you two should /not/ get married...) KB: What? VG: I believe this is yours. *gives them the handcuffs they were trapped in* This too.

I can't believe that wasn't already a policy KR: Thanks, guys. Really appreciate that. /s JE: Well, at least we won’t have to look so hard the next time we save your ass. I missed you, by the way. [wow that's so sweet] KB: Really? Prove it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) JE: Oh, I’ll prove it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) KR, probably to castle since it seems like especkett are conversing: How’s that tiger? KB: Espo! JE: What? KR: Was it grrrreat? I know we all love-- I forgot what I was saying bc I was too busy finding the eminem shooting his shot with weird al video.

Anyway these two are so cute & "hitched" Oh yeah she has a motorcycle. I like how they keep up that fact.

ok so that is the end of this disc but I have NOT seen the audio commentary yet.

#castle 4x10 #castle 4x10 quote #castle 4x10 spoilers

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

                  You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive.  It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them.  It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex.  But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand.  In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically.  He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family.  You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks.  Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again.  Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival.  Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English.  Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment.  You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different.  He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms.  Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him.  As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you.  No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.  

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner.  His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side.  “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.  Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap.  You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck. 

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.  

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder.  You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you.  “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued.  “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least?  Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly.  You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him.  But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal.  “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you?  Tako očajno…” he chuckled.  You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips.  “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied.  “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip.  You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.  

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go.  You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him.  But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant.  “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like.  And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly.  “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track.  “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into.  You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted.  “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare.  Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove.  “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.  

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate.  And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.  

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth.  “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples.  “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock.  I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.  

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting.  “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two.  And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected.  “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance.  It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see.  Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.  

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.  

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side.  But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long.  “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.  

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress.  “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.  

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come.  You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you.  “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers.  “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste.  You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression.  They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option.  He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly.  Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep.  You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.  

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned.  "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck.  “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you.  Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him.  He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years.  Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

#baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #bucky barnes x reader #mafia!bucky barnes smut #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson smut #sambucky x reader #tfatws fanfiction

[anotherredwoodoriginal]

Would You Love Me for the Hell of It? (All Our Fears Would Be Irrelevant)

request: losing your virginity to juice | 2366 words | juice x fem!reader | fluff | smut 18+ | juice's panty kink is referenced bc it's a canonical trait no one talks about

“Under this roof, you'll all be safe,” Clay is standing before the crowd of SAMCRO’s closest friends and family. You didn’t think you still fit into that category, Juice had made it clear it was over between the two of you, but you were grateful to be here regardless. “I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, a sick feeling swirls in your stomach. You retreat to Juice’s room so you don’t have to deal with the crowd or the crow eaters.

Juice’s room is the same as it was the last time you were here a couple weeks ago, save for a new pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom and a couple dirty glasses on the dresser. You were always cleaning up when Juice got lazy after a long day of club business. You didn’t mind doing it; it was your way of helping Juice, of letting him know you were in.

Not that it made much of a difference in the long run. He still dumped you.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, tentative like he’s trying not to startle you. You spin on your heel to see him lingering in the doorway.

“Hi,” you say, suddenly aware that you probably shouldn’t be in here. You wondered how many girls had been in here since you, how many crow eaters had been in his bed, giving him all the things you weren’t ready to. “I should go.”

You try to push past him but a hand on your arm stops you.

“Stay,” he says, and then. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“At the club or in your room?” You know you shouldn’t ask, you’re not sure you can handle the answer.

“Both,” he gives, an answer you can settle for.

“I gotta say I was surprised when Chibs came to get me,” you tell him, more honestly than you’d intended. “I didn’t think…the lockdown. It’s for friends and family only. I didn’t think I qualified.”

Juice’s brow furrows and he looks at you like you just spoke another language, the kind that was declared dead centuries ago.

“Of course you do,” he says, his grip on your arm tightening a little.

You look down between you where his hand meets your skin. His usually steady hands are shaking, light but noticeable.

‘This is what you meant, right?” You look up at him before clarifying. “When we–” you pause, biting your lip slightly, a nervous habit, “When you broke up with me. You said things could get dangerous. This is what you were talking about.”

He nods then with a broken voice, he tells you, “I promise I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You almost laugh at that, but it turns into a scoff in your throat. “I’m not worried about me. What about you, Juice? Can you promise you’ll be safe?”

His silence says what his words don’t.

Realisation settles in the pit of your stomach and churns, like oil in water. You always thought that Juice was safe, untouchable. The last time he was hurt was in prison, and he’d broken up with you when that happened. The breakup hurt, but not as much as losing him for good would. And you realise now that he isn’t safe, isn’t untouchable. For the first time since you’ve known him, losing him is a possibility.

You tug your arm from his grip only to grab him by the hem of his kutte and pull him in for a searing kiss. He’s stunned at first, clearly taken off guard, but he responds quickly, opening his mouth, tilting his head, licking over your lower lip in a plea for entrance.

His hand cups the back of your head, his other arm snaking around your waist. You hold him close to you and you kiss him like this could be the last time, because it very well could be.

“I love you,” the words slip past your lips and into his wanting mouth before you can stop them. It’s not the first time you’ve wanted to say it, but it’s the first time you have and you immediately want to slap yourself.

But Juice’s arm just tightens around your waist and he groans into the kiss.

“I love you,” he replies, breathless. You can feel him hardening against you and suddenly you want to give him all of you, everything you didn’t think you were ready to offer before.

You break the kiss with a hand on his chest, and his face falls for a second before you grab the fabric of his t-shirt, pull him inside the room and close the door. Your palms press flat against his chest and you slide your hands over the thick, defined muscle and up to his shoulders. Running your hands down his biceps, you slide the kutte off of him and he raises his arms to let you.

You tug at the hem of his shirt to indicate you want it off, and he complies. You take his momentary distraction and remove your own top, letting it fall to the floor. You aren’t wearing a bra, and you feel both exposed and liberated as you stand before him. You’re sure you’re flushing from your cheeks all the way down your chest, but when Juice finally wrestles his top over his head and his eyes find you, the look on his face dispels any nerves you might have.

“Whoa,” he mutters to himself, looking you up and down.

You lick your lips, bite your lip and move to undo the button on your jeans but a strong hand stops you.

“Wait,” his breath is shallow and ragged, like he’s just run a marathon. “We don’t have to. I don’t want to pressure you. I know you haven’t–and I don’t want–I do want, but not-”

“Juice!” You cut him off, biting down a grin, “You’re rambling. I want this. If the world is about to end, I want this night with you. Or at least, the next few hours.”

Juice smiles at you. “As long as you’re here safe, my world will be just fine.”

You want to roll your eyes at the line, but a lump forms in your throat. This could be your last night together and you don’t want to waste any time pretending you don’t love how much he loves you.

All you do is smile at him as you resume your earlier task and remove your pants. Juice’s mouth is open and he’s panting like a dog as he looks you over. You take his hand and lead him to the bed.

He kisses you again as he pushes you down and settles between your legs. You’re more turned on than you’ve ever been as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs, exploring your smooth skin before settling between your legs. He fingers with the cotton of your underwear, runs two of them up your clothed slip, bites your lip when you moan out and buck into him.

You aren’t a complete virgin, but you’ve never felt like this. All the times you’ve touched yourself in the shower, in your bed late at night, thinking about what it would be like with Juice. You never imagined this. You’re soaking wet by the time he pushes your panties aside and slides a finger into you with little resistance and quickly adds another once you’ve adjusted to the feeling.

You’re mewling and writhing below him, trying to reach between your bodies to touch his hardened length as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His hips cant up into your palm whenever you manage to make contact. He’s thick and heavy in your hand, a feeling you’re somewhat familiar with but is so much more visceral when you know he’s about to be inside you.

Sweat coates your skin, your hair is already sticking to your forehead and the humidity is doing you no favours, but Juice is looking at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. His face is flushed red and you swear, if you look real close, you can see stars dancing in his black-brown eyes.

“Juice,” You breathe, mouth open in a perpetual o, eyes all but rolling into your head.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispers back, curling his fingers, three of them now, into you. You see white as he hits your bundle of nerves and you let out a cry.

“Need you,” You say, squeezing your eyes shut so you don’t finish too soon. “Please, I need you.”

“You wanna cum first?”

You shake your head, hands coming to rest on the back of his neck. “No, cum on your fingers a hundred times. I wanna do it with you inside me tonight.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Juice presses a swift, hot kiss to your lips. “Okay, one sec. Take off your panties for me, baby.”

It takes all you have not to whine at the loss of him, but you do as you’re told and watch as he removes his jeans and boxers. He’s impossibly hard, red and leaking at the tip. He’s thicker than you expected and for a moment you’re afraid it’ll hurt too much, but you know he’ll be gentle. Juice rolls a condom on and you lay back on the bed, heart pounding.

He must notice your anxiety as he settles back on the bed between your legs and peppers kisses to your face and neck.

“You okay? We can stop whenever you want.”

“No, I’m okay,” you tell him, running your hands up his sides. “I want you, Juan Carols.”

That’s all it takes for him to wrap his arms around you, line up with your entrance and slide into your wet heat. He moves slowly, letting you adjust to the size of him, teases your breasts with his mouth and tongue to ease you into it as he pushes in.

Once he’s fully sheathed in you, he stills for a moment. You’re grateful, because he’s thickener than his fingers (or your fingers, or any of your toys, for that matter) and you can feel the stretch like a sharp sting between your legs.

“You can move, Juicey,” You tell him as the pain quickly fades.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His thrusts are shallow at first, gentle and hesitant so not to hurt you, but as your legs fall wider aside and your moans start to border on wails, he picks up his pace.

He pulls out of you almost all the way only to slam back in to the hilt. You’re sure you’re going to feel this for days, and the thought only brings you closer to release.

His eyes search yours as he rails into you, a silent are you okay? All you can do is nod, your body boneless in his arms. Next time, you think, you’ll be more active. Tonight all you want to do is let him take care of you and feel.

“Oh…my god,” your words are slow and stretched out, like he’s really fucked the brains out of you and you’re digging around for words at the bottom of an empty box. “You’re so…good at this…fuck…”

He grins that shit-eating grin and lands a particularly hard thrust. “You feel so good. Made for me, baby.”

The words push you to the edge, you’re at your tipping point. You need to find release but you don’t think you can just from this, so you slip a hand between your bodies and touch yourself as he slides in and out of you.

“Oh fuck,” he groans out, closing his eyes shut to get himself under control before he opens them again and looks down. His eyes are fixed on you and he watches you rub yourself while he fucks you. That’s all it takes for you to reach your climax.

You remove your hand and cling to him as you buck your hips into him, riding out your orgasm as long as you can. Juice crashes his lips to yours as he finishes and he moans into your mouth, full-body shuddering on top of you before he slumps down.

He wraps his arms around you and rolls you over so you’re lying on top of him. You press a kiss to his chest and let him hold you for a while, lingering in the afterglow for a moment before real life comes back into play.

“When do you have to go?” You ask him, because you can’t stop yourself even though you don’t want to know. You don’t want him to go at all.

He kisses the crown of your head then reaches over for his phone on the bedside table.

“Fuck–Jax called 5 minutes ago.”

He’s gentle as he lifts you off of him, but it doesn’t hurt any less as the fantasy of forever is ripped from you and he rushes to get dressed.

You hope he doesn’t notice the dejected look on your face as you get up and start looking for your shirt. But he’s Juice, and he’s always noticed way too much about you.

“Here,” he says, slowing down to rummage through his dresser. He hands you a large black SAMCRO tee and a pair of white boxers. He kisses you on the cheek and reaches over you to the bed, then holds up your wet panties and shoves them into his front pocket with a wink. “Consider it a good luck charm. You’ll ge them back when I come back.”

When I come back.

You toss on the shirt and pull him down to kiss you again.

“You better come back to me,” You say. “I know you broke up with me, but we aren’t over. You said you love me. We don’t get to be broken up after that.”

Juice shakes his head and smiles against your lips.

“No more breakup,” he kisses you again. “Now I really need to go. Keep the bed warm for me?”

You nod and as you watch him go, you no longer feel like the world is going to end.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz #juice ortiz oneshot #juice ortiz smut #juice smut #juice ortiz imagine #juice oriz fanfiction #sons of anarchy smut

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she can’t get enough of him while he’s working in his office and he’s like “babe im busy😑” but then rails tf outta her right there😀 with like praise and daddy kink😩😩😩

read part 1 here

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 3.0k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage

a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.

It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.

It had been a whirlwind.

It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.

When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.

You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.

He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.

After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.

Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoy’s family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.

Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt “Come in,” from the other side of the door.

You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasn’t as tidy as you had assumed.

But it wasn’t the desk that caught your eye. It was him.

His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasn’t a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didn’t even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.

“Yes?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadn’t even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.

“Just figured you could use a break, dinner’s ready,” you explained, quickly catching yourself.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,” he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.

“Draco, you’ve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,” you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.

“Y/N, I’m busy,” he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didn’t really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.

“You can finish it later,” you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.

But his argument never came.

Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.

When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.

“You come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You haven’t bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner that’s got you so riled up, or is it something else?” He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.

“Can’t a wife just want to spend time with her husband?” You argued, but it didn’t hold the impact you wanted the words to have.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. “Come here,” he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.

With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You weren’t sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.

You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?” He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Yes,” you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.

He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.

His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.

“Let’s get one thing straight, pretty girl. I’m in charge, and you’ll be a good girl and do as I say, won’t you?” He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.

You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.

“Yes, Daddy.”

And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.

He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.

“You’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.

“Yes,” you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.

When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.

“Yes, what?” He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.

“Yes, Daddy,” you answered, saying the words again.

They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.

“So much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,” he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.

He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.

“Is this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddy’s desk just begging to be fucked?” He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.

“Please fuck me,” you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.

“Patience, darling,” he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didn’t leave you wanting.

He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.

You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didn’t happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.

“Daddy, please. I’m ready. Just fuck me,” you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.

Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought you’d be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You weren’t getting fucked until he thought you were ready.

You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.

“I told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldn’t help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isn’t ready for me yet,” he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.

You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.

“I want to cum,” you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.

While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew you’d cum in seconds. “Go ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,” he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.

You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.

As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Draco’s cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. You’d always crave more from him.

“That was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think you’re ready for my cock now,” he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.

“Please, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,” you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.

“Shh, you have me, pretty girl. I’m right here,” he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. “Stay just like that.”

You didn’t even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didn’t wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.

Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.

You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.

“Fuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,” he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldn’t even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.

You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.

“No, please, fuck. I was so close,” you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.

You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldn’t look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.

Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.

“I needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,” he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didn’t hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.

One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.

You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.

“Was that too much?” He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.

You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didn’t want to worry him.

“Draco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,” you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.

It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. “I got too lucky with you. You’re perfect,” he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. “But I was serious when I came in. Dinner’s ready,” you reminded him with a slight giggle.

“How about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?” He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.

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[missus-shadowsinger]

Can You Heal My Sickness?- R.D

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Rough smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit play, sex toy use (double vaginal penetration because I’m a slut). Degradation and Praise kink. Mild domestic violence in a sexual setting (its consensual if that makes sense) ) use of pet names (kitten, tiger, sweetheart, babe/baby, pretty girl)

Author’s note: Based off of the song Nails by Call Me Karizma. Lyrics will be in bold (may not be exact because grammar) edit by me! MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Today is the day that Ransom gets out of prison. He did in fact have a good lawyer and got off with two and half (2.5) years and a hefty fine. You had been preparing all day for his return. He wasn’t allowed visitations or communications. You knew you were in for a long time. You don’t think he had ever gone a whole day without having sex with another person and seeing as he was in solitary confinement he’d be very eager when he arrived. That man had be deprived for almost three (3) years and you were ready to welcome him with open arms, legs, and mouth.

You heard the car door shut. You had the Beemer dropped off last night for his release so he didn’t have to rely on family to get home and you could be here getting ready. Your heart begins to race when you hear the door handle wiggle. Standing up to greet him and head towards the door as it opens. There he is. It’s been so long you can hardly hold in your excitement. Of course he is in that damn cable knit sweater. Oh he has grown a beard as well.

“Welcome home Tiger” you say reaching out towards him. “Good to be home kitten” he whispers against your neck as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him. You look at him with big doe eyes. “Oh sweetheart. They way you are look at me I’m gonna have to kiss you.” He coos before meeting his lips to yours. It was a needy kiss. Sighs and whimpers leave the two of you. “God I missed this baby but I don’t want gushy loving. I want to make it so your make up is running down your face. Don’t worry baby you won’t be looking ugly.” He whispers carrying you to the bed room.

He sets you down and rips your clothes off and removes his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on. You can already see the tent he is sporting. He bites and nips at your neck. You let out a breathy “Ransom.. please”. He sucks and bites a hickey in to your neck just below your ear. “I can’t wait to see the sweet from your forehead soaking out sheets while we’re fucking. But first let me taste that sweet pussy.” He growls. He leans down and pulls one of your nipples in to his mouth and flicks his tongue over it and gives it a bit a of teeth. Making you whine and suck in your breath. Meanwhile his opposite hand it rolling your other nipple between his index and thumb. He switches sides after a bit doing the same.

Suddenly he hoist you up against the wall so you pussy is level with his face. At the sight of your glistening slit a deep guttural groan rumbles out of him. “Fuck I’ve missed you” he moans. You’re pretty sure he means you as a whole but in this moment you know he doesn’t. He dives in. Licking a stripe from your ass to your clit. Sucking and licking as deep as he can. Your arms reach to his back and you’re a moaning mess. He moves you so one of your legs are hanging and the other is over his shoulder and he slides two of his fingers inside your weeping hole. “Fucking Christ Ran!” you cry and you nails dig into his back. Ransom’s eye roll and a soft moan escapes his lips. “ Be rough sweetheart. I know you’re pissed I left you for long. Punish me for my past.” He groans. You wrap your fingers deep in his hair and pull as your first orgasm rips through your body. “Fuck sweetheart your squirting down my chest. So fucking tight I can barely move my fingers.” He says while while continuing to stretch you out on his fingers. He pick you up and places you on the bed.

He face is right by yours. You grab his jaw forcefully and bring him in for a kiss and it was teeth and tongue. “Fuck you Ransom. I can’t believe you left me for almost threes because you’re such a fucking prick that didn’t get what he wanted and decided to try and kill someone.” You sneer. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth drawing blood. Some getting on your lips and you lick it off. Breaking apart you smack him hard across the face. “I’m so fucking sorry kitten. I hurt you so hurt me.” He whispers looking up at you. “Prove it!” You spit. All this built up tension and anger for Ransom finally getting out made you feel euphoric. He was finally home and ready to make it up to you. He flips you over and grabs your hips and pulls you up towards him. He runs the tip of his hard cock already dripping with pre cum through your soaking folds. Both of you shiver with anticipation. In one swift thrust he fill you to the hilt. You both let out deep groans. “Fuck kitten you still take me so well. Made for me baby” Ransom whispers has he stays balls deep in you. “ fucking move Ran.” You snarl. He begins thrusting with long deep strokes. Reaching around to rub circles on your clit. Sending shockwaves through your body. After all this time he still knew the ways to drive you crazy.

He quicken his pace but kept the depth having you turn into a moaning mess. He can feel you flutter around him as he his the spongy patch deep inside you. “ cum for me kitten want you to cum on my cock.” He whispers. He quickens his movement on your clit causing you to snap and cry out under him as another orgasm crashes over you. He lightens the pressure on your clit but keeps rubbing through your release you cunt pulsating around him is almost too much for him but he wants at least one more out of you before he is done.

He pulls out and flips you over. “It’s so moves to have you under me again my pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear as he enters your sensitive core again. “ I need one more out of you. Do you think you can do that for me sweetheart.” He coos. You nod. “ use your words like a big girl.” He demands. “ yes Ran I can do it once more.” You let out in a breathy whine. “Good girl” he says and kissed your forehead lifting up for hips to get a deeper angle. The fullness has your nails dragging against his muscles back again crying out drawing blood this time. With one hand propped on the mattered besides your head he takes the other to spread your lips and spit on your clit and uses his thumb to rub it into you. You keen and mewl under him. “ oh I’ve missed those beautiful sounds you make for me kitten.” He mumbles. Quickening his pace and keeping his force as he pounds into you relentlessly. Reaching to the drawer next to the bed he pulls out a dildo that you had made before he went to prison. He slaps it with on your lips to have you open your mouth and take it in. “That’s right pretty girl this is nothing compared to me but I does come in handy huh” he says thrusting the toy in and out of your soft wet mouth. He pulls it out with a pop. “ mm can’t wait to have your lips around me again but that’s for another time. I’m going to fill you so full with this toy and my cock in your dripping cunt.” He growls list filled eyes take over your body. He lines the toy up with your entrance already filled with his cock and slowly slides it in. You have never felt so full. The sweet burn of both street hung you out has the coil winding tight in your belly getting ready to snap. “ cum for me pretty girl. I’m so close I just need one more from you. Then I’ll fill up this pretty cunt of your’s to the brim.” He growls. His words and ministrations on your clit send a white hot burning through your body as that coil snaps. Once again your nails digging deep into his back sending Ransom into his climax. His warmth filling you up just like he promised. Both dripping in sweat you lie next to each other. “ you’re forgiven Hugh” you say with a smirk and kiss his cheek as you run off to the bathroom to clean up. “ hey only the help call me that” he yells and he gets up and runs after you.

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