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taintedcigs · 1 year

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✦ POLAROIDS | perv!eddie x reader ✦

part II is HERE!

wc: 2k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! absolutely no minors!! male m*sturbation, or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, praising!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, this is kinda dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: eddie knows it's wrong to go through your drawers and steal your panties, but he can't help it, especially when he has a great idea on what exactly to do with them.

authors note: okay I CAVED IM SORRY BUT i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie, and more specifically i cannot stop thinking about perv!eddie who's obsessed with stealing your panties... this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! enjoy this filth that im ashamed to post for being down this bad for EDDIE!! ALSO YES THOSE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT'S 1989 POLAROIDS I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT POLAROIDS 1989 COMES INTO MY MIND YES I HAVE ISSUES AND IM OBSESSED W TAYLOR SWIFT YES I EXIST!!!

eddie is a pervert.

or at least he feels like a pervert.

he's not proud of it, but he literally can't help himself when you're always around him.

it started out innocent, he would catch a glimpse of you in the hallways, enjoying the way your pretty giggles were infectious, making him smile immediately.

but then it turned into something else, almost like an infatuation, he was so addicted to being around you that he couldn't help it.

from little things to seeing your skirt flip up, to watching your tits bounce up and down with every curb eddie hit "accidentally", to the way he enjoyed you sitting on his lap while the two of you watched a movie, your ass shifting against his cock that made him hard immediately, to the way you made his mind fuzzy when you licked your ice cream, giggling as you swiped your finger, extending your finger so that eddie could also taste it.

it was as if you were teasing him, and it was driving him crazy, everything you did, eddie was obsessed with.

it was fine up until the point he started coming over to your house. it was as if something had taken over him, the first time he saw your room is when he lost it. it was filled with all of the posters of the bands he liked, you had shown it off to him like it was nothing, telling him that you liked listening to whatever he liked.

eddie knew then and there that he needed you in his life. forever.

when you left the room he couldn't help but go through your things, a huge smile plastered on his face as he saw the picture of the two of you, tucked to the side of your mirror.

then he started going through your drawers, he knew it was wrong, and he knew you could catch him at any minute, but it gave him this rush that he couldn't help but be excited about.

his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head when he saw your lingerie, the pink lacy set you had was enough to give him a heart attack.

and he couldn't help but take one, just one he promised himself, he knew it was a lie, he knew he would come back for more, but he stuffed it into the back of his jean pockets, knowing that he would be jerking off to them while thinking of you.

and when stealing your panties became a regular thing eddie knew he was fucked. he would sneak into your room when you were not around, stealing those cute little pink lacy panties you had a thousand of that you always wore with your tight little skirts.

he would jerk off with them, imagining your tight cunt as he fucked the material, finishing off inside as he released his warm load in the soft material. imagining how good it would be to see you wearing them, your cunt covered in his jizz, the thought of that alone would make him go feral.

and soon he would get so comfortable stealing them, cleaning them, and returning them that he would notice how careless you were with them.

he had stolen from you countless times before, and not once had you noticed, you kept going lingerie shopping with him because of how you always lost your panties, it was a win-win situation for him.

this caused him get a bit more comfortable, and soon enough, he was now in your room when you told him you'd be taking a quick shower, he was hurrying to go through your drawers, and he smirked at the sight of the cute little heart-shaped panties, remembering these panties from the day you wore that tight little black dress, showing off your curves and ass every time you bent over to pick up something eddie 'accidentally' dropped.

as he gets on your bed to engulf himself in your scent fully, polaroids on your bedside catch his eye, he slowly reaches for them, and his eyes bulge at the countless pictures of you in a bikini, they were all taken by nancy when you, nancy and robin went to that girl's spring break, leaving him behind.

his sadness at the time of you leaving is washed all away when he sees those pictures. each picture sends more blood rushing to his already aching cock, he curses and groans as he quickly unbuckles his belt, his cock stirs and hardens in his boxers.

and he's quick to release this tension as his angry hard cock springs free out of his boxers, plopping against his stomach.

he stretches the panties against the girth of his cock, and then wraps the panties around his pink tip, pre-cum beading out of his slit, while his other hand is holding the polaroids, examining every part of it.

the polaroid is enough to put a clear image in his mind, the first picture is you smiling, your tits are bursting out of your bikini and the only thing he can picture is how good they would look when you were stuffed with his cock, begging and crying for more beneath him, the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust is enough to cause a low groan out of him.

he's slow to stroke himself with the soft material, a part of him wants you to catch him doing this, a part of him wants you to see how crazy he is for you, he wants to see your shocked face as he fucks your precious panties, and a part of him wants you to help him out, he doesn't want this to be over so soon.

he goes over to the next picture, this time you're laying down on your stomach, your whole frame is in the picture and your ass is sticking out from your thong-like bikini, you face the camera as your gaze is dark, so filled with lust that he groans again, tugging at his cock harder with your panties as he imagines spanking your ass, leaving handprints all over your cheeks.

his fantasies intensify now as he imagines your soft hands over his rough calloused ones, giggling as you stroke him and kiss his angry pink tip. 'mmm, you're s'big, eds.' he imagines you giggling.

he gets to the next polaroid, and the sight alone is enough to make him spill his load all over the picture.

you are looking up innocently as you stick your tongue out, he has no idea why nancy would have this sexy photoshoot with you but he's not complaining as he forcefully tugs your panties along with his cock, his pumps getting intense.

'what d'you want me to do, eds?' he imagines you batting your eyelashes at him as you are standing between his shaking thighs,

'd'you need me to suck you off?' he imagines you asking with your doe eyes.

'yes, doll, need your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.' he pictures your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, taking all of him.

'f-f-fuck, just like that, pretty girl.' he groans, praising the imaginary you.

'y'like that eds, y'like me sucking you off?' he winces at your words, his hand began to fist his cock harder, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead from the way he imagined you, he needed to cum.

's'big eds, it's s'fuckin' big, hmmm' you purr, even in his fantasy, eddie is needy.

'need you so bad, princess.' his voice is strained from his groans, he's fucking himself so hard against your panties that the material is straining him, giving him a mix of pleasure and pain.

he imagines holding your hair in a tight grip, pushing your head further as you gag around his cock, all teary-eyed as you look up at him, the image of your saliva mixing with your salty tears causing a strained moan out of him.

'y'gonna cum for me eds? paint my throat with your cum?' the way he imagines you with your doe-eyes and your filthy words is too much for him, his knuckles are white as they abuse his poor aching cock.

'yes baby, need to fill your throat with my cum.' he whimpers now, he feels pathetic, so pathetic, fucking your panties as he's ready to cum all over your polaroid pictures, just so he could show them to you, tell you how fucking pretty you look covered in his jizz.

he imagines you hollowing out your cheeks, as you take all of him with your pretty little lips, his huge cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, and your hands stroking whatever's left of him, massaging his balls, and eddie's eyes roll in the back of his head.

just then, he hears the shower noise turn off, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.

'need your cum, eds. need to taste you.' the imagination is more than enough to get him closer, his grip on your panties is so tight that he can feel his cock ache, he needs to release himself, and he needs to do it now.

'gonna cum, baby, s'good, princess, doing s'good.' his thighs tremble, as eddie's hand sped up now, he bucked his hips forward in a rough movement as the image of you beneath his thighs taking him all was etched into his mind.

'f-f-fuck, gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours.' he groans, and he tugs on his cock faster and faster, his thumb swiping over the tip messily as he releases his warm load into the hem of your panties, animalistic groans leaving his lips.

'take it all, baby, shit.' he murmurs as his cock twitches in your panties, his sticky load covering all the soft material.

the sound of the bathroom door opening causes panic out of him before he can even ride out his climax he places the polaroids on the bedside and then he places the panties next to your clean clothes, getting dressed as he attempts to look nonchalant, sitting on your bed.

'sorry i took so long.' you giggle as you enter, and eddie just hums, his mind still hazy from what happened and the blood is rushing to his cock again as you stand in front of him with a tiny towel wrapped around your body.

your legs are shining and the towel is so tight that he can see the curve of your ass, and your breasts are so pushed together that eddie wants to curse himself for being this perverted about you.

he straightens himself, trying to appear as normal as you walk over to him.

'can you turn around, i'm gonna change.' you murmur, heat rising to your cheeks.

he awkwardly nods as he places himself in front of the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face as he watches you putting on the panties that was covered with his warm cum.

he expects you to have a shocked face, turn around and accuse him, or he expects you to believe that you got so aroused that you immediately soaked your panties, and he thinks he could help you with that.

but what he doesn't expect is to hear you whimper, and his head shots up at the sound, 'mhmm' you almost groan and the blood is quick to rush to eddie's cock again, he's hard as a rock.

'it's not warm enough.' you hum, as eddie turns to face you, his brows knit together in confusion.

'w-what?' he stutters almost, you shrug.

'next time i'd prefer if you actually came in me.' you say nonchalantly, and eddie's jaw almost opens at your words.

his mind is about to explode, he's stuttering, he wants to apologize, but at the same time he wants to know how you knew, he's speechless.

'i- i'm sorry.' he stutters as he attempts to get closer to you, a smirk forming on your face.

'how did you know?' he asks in a timid voice, he can't help but admit how much this excites him.

'oh, eds, who do you think put those polaroids in there?'

final author's note: OKAY IM SORRY ITS A BIT CHEESY BUT PLSPLPLS PLEASEE LMK IF YOU WANT A PT.2, my asks are open! request away <3 ily all hope yall enjoyed this filth omg mwah xo, em <3

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francis-writes · 2 months

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Hiii! can i request what feyd would do if he gets jealous/possessive of his wife/partner? i just have a feeling that he would go absolutely feral. thank you sm! after dune 2 ive been searching her feyd stories everywhere!

READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL

A/N: thanks! I had crush on him since i read the book but now fortunately there is much more about him. I am still obsessed with him but for next week I may publish less often because of university and personal stuff

First of all, you're absolutely right. Not that Feyd is self-conscious. He thinks about himself as a perfect partner, a main prize, so he isn't afraid that you would find someone better than him.

But it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like the idea of you being out of his control or someone else seducing you. (He trusts you but there's never enough caution, world is full of dangers; also with his position it is possible that someone could try to take you away just to get a revenge on Feyd)

I already wrote a scenario where somebody flirted with his crush and lemme tell you, nothing changes when Feyd is in established relationship. If anything, he only gets more possesive.

Of course, there are many different possible scenarios. His reaction depends on whether there's actual reason to worry or he just has suspicions, whether somebody flirts with you or just gets to close to you, whether it's a stranger, an acquaintance, a family. Is it a noble, a common person etc. But lets just speak about some possibilities

If you were somewhere in public, perhaps on some official party, and Feyd notices that somebody is flirting with you, he quickly drops whatever he's doing and comes to you. Keeping his calm posture, he joins the conversation and makes sure to emphasize that you're HIS partner and you aren't looking for anybody else. Feyd keeps his arm around your waist, starts talking about how happy you are together (constatly repeating "MY love", "MY spouse", "OUR family" etc). He's not that much into PDA and being soft publicly but he kissess you as hungrily and as long as possible. People on the party feel a bit awkward but the point is made.

If potential rival is going to far with their advances and acts too bold, or if it's a less public situation (for example a common afternoon in Harkonnen's residency) then it's very likely that Feyd would use violence, perhaps treating that person like he treated Rabban in the movie (throwing him on the floor and forcing to lick Feyd's boots), no matter the status of that person (unless it would be Emperor himself... I think). Maybe instead of boot-licking (or in addition to it), he would force them to admit that you're Feyd's and they had no right to mess with his possesions (even if your relationship is pretty healthy, Feyd still treats you as his possesion and he's very territorial)

Or maybe if somebody flirts with you more subtly, there's a possibility that Feyd will fuck you in a near room so everybody knows what happen because 1. He knows how to make you scream 2. It's pretty obvious from your disheveled look later. And this can happen no matter whether the flirt happened on a party (and all the nobles have to wittness this little show) or on a common day (and the only recipient of this show is his rival and maybe some poor servants).

When there's no direct threat to your relationship, he still acts pretty possesive. Feyd likes to know where and how do you spend your day (though he really likes if you spend your time with him and if you're interested, he engages you into his duties and takes to fight trainings). He wants you to inform him about your plans and he may or may not make sure that servants observe you. It isn't spying. It's just curiosity and making sure that you're safe.

Also. If Feyd was going to fight with somebody and that person acted the same way as he did with Paul and Chani ("Who is the little one, a pet perhaps? Will she deserve my special attentions?"), Feyd would be fucking livid (kinda hypocritical but that's what we love him for). That person wouldn’t survive to see the next day. And if he left them alive, it would be only to torture them and teach them how messing with his close ones ends.

#feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #dune part two #dune imagine #house harkonnen #harkonnen x reader

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alwaysf0rev3r · 2 years

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3 Weeks Waiting

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been hooking up with your dad’s best friend for months, but you accidentally ghosted him during finals week. saying he’s desperate is an understatement.

warnings: needy!bucky (he needs a warning), m & f masturbation, face sitting, hand jobs, riding, desperate sex, slight sub/dom dynamic, m in f penetration, dirty talk, absolute filth, hair pulling, slight degrading, praise, creampie, age gap (buckys the age he is in the movies, and reader is in college, maybe in early/mid 20s?)

note: my requests are open!!!!! REQUEST STUFF FOR ME TO WRITEEEEE :)

Tired. Annoyed. Slightly grossed out by all the old dudes around you.

That was the best way to describe how you felt in that moment. Your dad had brought over some friends and coworkers to celebrate the beginning of summer, he always found an excuse to throw a pool party.

Irritation flooded you as you got up from your beach chair, trying to subtly sneak through to go inside. You grabbed your towel to wrap it around yourself before walking through the door and into your home.

Before you could grab the chips from the kitchen island, a familiar frame stopped you. He stood tall on the other side of the kitchen island, a cup of rum in hand, “Hey, Bucky.”

Saying there was tension between the two of you was an understatement. His eyes were dark on you, a certain desperation lingering behind them, and you knew exactly why.

The two of you had been hooking up for months now, it just… Happened. But you hadn’t seen, called, or texted him in over 2 weeks because of college exams, and that was the longest the two of you had ever not spoken. Even when you went out of town, you two texted like preteens entering puberty.

And you had the audacity to sit there in front of him cluelessly.

He had to sit and just give you a small side hug greeting in front of your dad. He had to watch you tan on a beach chair in nothing but a small black bikini.

He was in pain.

“Don’t ‘Hey Bucky’ me,” he shook his head, watching you grab the cool ranch doritos on the counter and grab one.

“What?” You pretended to not know.

“I sent you like— 5 texts and called you a lot.”

“I was studying and taking exams, Buck, I warned you exam week was coming… I wasn’t even on my phone until today,” you giggled at his grump expression, not being able to hold in your own laughter. It was obvious he wasn’t truly mad, more just too stubborn to admit how much he missed you.

“Is it funny?” he scoffed lightly, matching your little giggles as he walked around the kitchen island. He stopped as he stood a foot away from you, and from afar, it’d look like the two of you were just having a normal conversation, “Do you know how hard I am right now? I can’t cum without you anymore.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and it was rare for you to get embarrassed or startled at all, “You can’t say things like that so randomly, Buck.”

“Why? Does it turn you on?” He mocked, walking closer and looking around to make sure no one looked. He slowly let the bulge in his pants touch your thigh as he breathed in relief. He didn’t grind, anxious that someone would walk in and see, even though you two were on the side of the island that covered everything below your waist, “Take the towel off.”

“You’re like a dog in heat, Jesus,” you tried to hold yourself back, wanting to come off as stronger. But when he slowly moved his hips, you swore you’d snap, “Oh my god, don’t do that— People are right th—“

“I don’t care,” he moaned a little louder than he should’ve, groaning in pain as you backed away. He watched the towel slightly open as you stood in front of him, shaking your head in shame. Your chest was revealed only slightly, but the sight was enough to make him feral, “I’m gonna cream my pants, fuck.”

“Bucky,” you scoffed, grabbing your towel and taking it off. You threw it as his chest and watched him catch it blindly, too distracted at the visual of your body, “It’s a bikini, don’t be so desperate.”

You walked past him and towards the stairs, knowing him well enough to know he was most likely staring at the view that was your ass. You turned around while you took a step on the 4th step, your eyebrows going up, “You coming or what?”

He sprinted.

Ran.

Sped.

He was a fucking track star.

He nearly fell over running to the stairs and following you, like a loyal puppy. You made sure to make it torturous and walk slowly, but your heart was telling you to sprint. You wanted this just as much as he did, if not more.

But you wanted him needy.

The minute you entered your room, he slammed the door behind you and lunged at you. Your lips intertwined with his as he gripped all parts of you, from your arms, to your chest, to your ass, to your back… all of you. But he swore he snapped when you pulled his hair just slightly, making him moan into your mouth.

God, did you miss that sound.

You pushed him on the bed, watching him sit and stare at you with lusted eyes, completely at his mercy for you. In that moment, he’d do— say— be anything for you. He needed you.

Which is why he said what he did next

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, unsure of where this energy was coming from. He was always a begger, or even when he was in charge, he just asked. He never demanded or told. But there he stood, feet away from you on a bed, telling you what he needed.

You giggled and stepped closer, standing in front of his sitting body. You ran a hand over his face and took a minute to take him in, it had been too long. His sharp cheekbones, his scruff, the way his eyes were wide with needy— Beauty was not a good enough word for him, he was so much more than beautiful.

“Earn it,” you kissed his cheek in response, then moved down to his jaw. You kissed and sucked on every part of his neck while you slowly slipped your hand into his swim trunks, grabbing his bulge. His breath shortened as you gripped it tightly, rubbing up and down.

You were slow to grab the waistband of his swim trunks with your other hand and pull it down, but when you did, shock filled your face. You had never seen him so hard… It was bigger than usual, almost scary, “I haven’t cum in nearly 3 weeks.”

“Do you need me to tell you what masturbation is?” you joked, running your hand on his tip and using his precum to lubricate your hand.

“You can show me,” he joked back, throwing his head back while you started stroking faster, “I tried so hard to but— Fuck— I couldn’t c-cause it wasn’t warm like you.”

“That’s so pathetic it’s hot,” you chuckled, hearing his little laugh as well. You continued jerking him off, hoping you could get him to the edge faster, “I fucked myself a lot the past few weeks.”

“So you had time to jack off but not text me back,” he breathed out, joking with you. The sex with you two was always that— Free. No pressure, just you two.

“I guess you won’t want to hear about me cumming to a photo of you then,” you shrugged, stroking him continuously.

His eyes widened as he looked down at you, sweat covering his head, “Did you really?”

“Yes— That photo with your turtle neck… I was looking through my photos and found it in my favorites album,” you became focused on stroking, trying to ignore how wet you were, “You were so hot in it— I came twice just looking at it. Then the next day I came to that video you sent me of you jerking off a while back.”

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” he moaned, which was motivation for you to slip your hand into your bikini bottoms, and subtly rub yourself while jacking him off. But when he looked down, the world was over for him, “Oh my god, you’re touching yourself.”

“It’s like there’s something wrong with me, Buck,” you moaned, removing your hand and shoving it into his mouth. He sucked all the juices of shamelessly, keeping your fingers in his mouth while he tasted you, “I’m always so wet. I cum, but it isn’t enough… I need you to fill me up, it’s the only thing that works.”

“Use me, take what you want— Fuck— I don’t care, just— Sit on my face or fuck me, please, just do whatever,” he moaned even though your hand was no longer touching him. Your words were enough to send him screaming.

“God, you are desperate,” you stared, straddling him and sitting on his bare dick. Your rubbed your clothed crotch on his exposed one, watching his mouth open, “You’re happy with whatever I give you, it’s sad. I could slap you and you’d probably thank me.”

He stayed quiet and grabbed your hips to encourage you to move more. There was something different about this time… You were in control. You had been very few times, but never so confidently, and it was driving him insane, “I could hump you for hours and you’d be okay with it, huh? You don’t even know what you want.”

“I want you to sit on my face,” he rebelled, ensuring you knew he knew exactly what he wanted.

You scoffed and put your hands on his shoulders. You dug your claws into them before moving them down and scratching hardly, watching red lines form as he moaned. You pressed your hands against his abs and pushed him down onto the bed to lay down.

He stared at you, no longer willing to make jokes. He watched you take your bikini bottoms off before shimming up and onto his abs. You stopped there and straddled his torso, humping his abs slowly, “I’ll let you taste me when I think you deserve it.”

“What did you drink?” He asked, swearing he could cum just watching you grind yourself on his abs, “Drink it more often cause you’re so fucking hot right now.”

“Shut up, I’m busy,” you moaned, grinding yourself on his abs and watching his eyebrows furrow, “I humped the pillow you’re laying on dozens of times while thinking of your cock filling me up— I even fucked myself with a dildo on it. Fuck, nothing makes me cum like you, it pisses me off.”

He moaned at the mere thought of it all, unsure if he could hold back any longer, “You can sit on my face on it too.”

You removed your body from his and moved up more, stopping as your crotch stood right over his face. He stared at your wetness, like a feral dog in training waiting for a treat… Waiting to get animalistic.

You decided to tease him a bit and put a finger inside of yourself, fingering yourself from only an inch above his eyes, “I bet those fingers don’t fill you like I do.”

“I’ll cum in front of your face and you can see how they get the job done, too,” you joked, moaning as you watched his hand go down to his own dick, jerking himself off.

“I can play this game too,” he moaned, stroking himself, “I could cum so fast just watching you… Fuck.”

Jealousy overwhelmed you as you removed your hand and sat down, holding back a bit of weight to let him breathe. He removed his hand from his own dick to push you off, making your eyebrows furrow in concern.

“Don’t do that stupid thing you do,” aggression leaked through his pores, “Sit on me— Like just… Put yourself on me. I want you to just stuff my mouth, not that stupid pussy shit where you pretend to be one pound. I don’t care about air, just sit.”

You chuckled before doing as he asked, sitting with all your weight. You groaned as he moaned right into your pussy, sending your back arching immediately. He moved his tongue so quickly you bent forward, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. It was all overwhelming as you tested the waters, grinding yourself on his face and waiting to see if he’d ever ask for air.

But he didn’t.

Should you be concerned?

You lifted yourself up for a moment, watching him take a breath before shoving yourself on his face again, nearly coming at the sight of him being at your control. You grinded faster, using his face like a toy, “I can’t believe you want me to hump your face like a pillow— You’re so— Oh fuck.”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt a knot in your stomach, a feeling which made you do the hardest thing you’d done in your entire life.

You lifted yourself up and got off of him.

He looked just as disappointed as his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, “I want to cum when you’re inside me.”

The disappointment faded into desire as he watched you straddle him again, this time putting your bare pussy on his dick, rubbing up and down, but not high enough to his tip, “You’re so wet.”

You kept grinding on the side of his cock, waiting for him to do something to earn him getting what you’ve both been waiting for, “Please let me fuck you— I’ll do anything, fuck— Please. This is so good, but I need to just be inside you, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

You took his begging as the final sign, taking it upon yourself to sit on his tip and slowly push down. You took your time, adjusting to what you’d spent too long without. When you were at the base, you moved your hips and circles, ignoring how stiff Bucky was. He was holding back, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, “Bucky— Fuck me. Please. I can’t take it anymore, it hurts, just fuck me.”

He grabbed your waist and flipped the two of you over so you now stood underneath him, staring at his face. He looked down at himself entering you, knowing with that sight and the feeling of you pulling his hair, he could cum in seconds.

He relentlessly pounded into you, doing what he spent weeks penting up and thinking about doing. He rammed himself into you like a hammer hitting a nail, making your body twitch as you whined loudly. Everyone was outside at the pool, and you had all the freedom to scream.

“You’re so fucking good for me, taking me like a good girl, look at you,” he gripped your waist tighter and fucked you harder, “You’ve corrupted me— I can’t fuck anyone else, not even myself. God, I wish I could fuck you all the time. In public, in private, in cars, in every room and closet I see— Fuck.”

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum,” you yelped, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, “Do it with me.”

“I’m not wearing a condom, not tonight, baby,” he said through grunts.

“I’m on the pill, cum inside me,” you moaned, telling him exactly what he needed to hear. He spent months cumming in a condom, and very occasionally on your stomach after fucking you, “Fill me up.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he groaned loudly, meeting your volume as he pounded faster, “You’re milking me so good— I’ll cum inside you, I promise.”

You both moaned as you pulled him closer, the both of you grabbing each other while you felt the other release. It felt like it lasted minutes, taking longer to cool down as he peeled himself off of you to give you space.

You sat up slowly and looked down at the cum leaking out of you, which you felt curious about. You brought a finger to your entrance and picked up all the white cream around your hole and shoved inside of you. Thrusting a few times to ensure it was deep into you. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of both of your liquids mixing to become one.

You brought the finger to your mouth and licked it clean, looking over at Bucky, who’s eyes were wide.

“Bend over, we’re doing Round 2.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x fem!reader #needy!bucky #avengers #smut #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky x reader

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beebotea · 9 months

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☁️ ˖⁺ thinking of bf!xiao

pairing: xiao x gn!reader genre: fluff cw: mention of arguments, minor lack of communication trope i.e.: bf!xiao headcannons

bf!xiao who always reminds you to text him when you get home to make sure you're safe

bf!xiao who holds the door for you when you enter or exit any store or vehicle

bf!xiao who covers any sharp corners of tables or desks when you need to duck down to grab something you dropped

bf!xiao who finds himself staring at you one too many times, but he can't help it because you're too pretty

bf!xiao who prefers to call or ft over texting because he's worried that his texts will come across too dry

bf!xiao who has a habit of breaking into your house unannounced because with one of the spare keys to your home (but at least he always brings food)

bf!xiao who likes to drape himself over your lap like a cat when you're sitting on the couch or in your bed to get your attention

bf!xiao who used to not like pda bc it always made him too flustered and would much prefer to hold you in the privacy of your homes

bf!xiao who is possessive and easily gets irritated at people who can't seem to keep their eyes to themselves

bf!xiao who got over his distaste for pda and started to hold your hand more often

bf!xiao who now makes it a point to show that you're taken by him and only him (sometimes, if he's feeling extra happy, he'll give you a hug in public *gasp*)

bf!xiao who idly plays with your fingers when you're watching movies or shows together

bf!xiao who has your quirks and expressions memorized so well that he can practically read your mind

bf!xiao who tries his best to be a better person worthy of your love

bf!xiao who's emotions and self-consciousness will occasionally get the best of him

bf!xiao who often storms off and will disappear for a day or two when your (rare) arguments get heated

bf!xiao who avoids you when he's upset because he's afraid of lashing out and saying things he doesn't mean

bf!xiao who returns with an arm full of gifts, your favourite treats, and a handwritten letter to apologize because he thinks he's bad with words

bf!xiao who pays careful attention to everything you talk about and keeps tabs on what you want or wish for

bf!xiao who has a tough time expressing himself but deeply appreciates how patient you are with him

bf!xiao who pulls you into a tight hug when you forgive him, holding you as if you would dissipate in his arms if he let go

bf!xiao who never says it but loves cuddling

bf!xiao who likes being both the big and little spoon and loves it when you rest your head in the crook of his neck

bf!xiao who has a habit of worming his hand under your shirt to seek out more warmth, but never pushing your boundaries unless you let him

bf!xiao who pulls you back into his lap by the waist if he's not done cuddling you yet

bf!xiao who begins to whisper everything he loves about you as you hold each other

bf!xiao who always asks for permission to kiss you

bf!xiao who's kisses start gentle when you give him the "ok" but eventually gets more greedy as his tongue pushes past your lips

bf!xiao who can't help but pull you closer so he can kiss you for longer

bf!xiao who reluctantly pulls away for air

bf!xiao who caresses your cheek gently when he stares so lovingly into your eyes

bf!xiao who nuzzles closer into your touch as you card your fingers through his soft dark hair

bf!xiao who falls asleep in your arms to the gentle sensation with the prettiest smile gracing his complexion

bf!xiao who is absolutely head over heels for you

a/n: im so normal for him :| (i am currently going feral and foaming at the mouth for this man as you are reading this) i love him so much T-T

#beebotea*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact xiao #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #xiao x you #xiao x y/n

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viablemess · 5 months

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I have a lot of feelings about the Durin Family, Fili in Particular

---Howdy folks it is that time of year again where i go absolutely feral for Fili Durin. He is underappreciated and tumblr has addressed that but i feel an URGE to add to the discourse so here I am. This post is not done, fyi. I will add more to it later.

It's 10pm/22:00. I just got home from class. I'm waiting for my ramen water to boil. There is a fireplace and some holiday lights. Let's have a (fireside)chat.

First of all, the constant tying of Fili and Kili together?? Like I get it. Merry and Pippin parallels. I love parallels (looking at you, George), but come on. Chill, just a tad. I know Tolkein didn't give you much to go by, but he didn't even write tauriel into the books or Bolg and yall ran with that anyways. Use your creative brains, pls, I'm actually begging you.

ANYWAYS. Have them develop separately even if only a little. Kili is the younger one, literally viewed younger bc he has the smallest itty bitty beard. He is not the heir, he is the spare, and could have some deep rooted personal insecurities about that as a result. He may feel that he deeply has to prove himself to Thorin bc he does not have a set role in the future like Fili does. Kili gets his romance with Tauriel, which--khgf;ushfw;e uneneccary, but I can appreciate the attempt to broaden the target market and appeal to a romance audience even if the previews did not hint at that happening at all so it would not have been a marketable trait per say but I digress. Again with the parallels of forbidden romance, poor Legolas still does not get any, we know, he was not even in the books really either, let's move on.

Kili is babied by the company, needs to prove himself, his mother made him promise to return to him so he is still deeply in the "coming of age" side of things (a lot of the company is, but that's a topic for another word vomit fireside chat). He begins to realize that he might like elves which goes against his family and he was already the spare, might as well go all in and fall in love with an elf. Fine. I can deal with that. But let's see more of Kili messing up, more so than just the trolls. Let's see him make silly goofy mistakes more. The company always tries to keep him out of the line of fire by making him an archer (heh) and keeping him off the front lines. They do everything to protect him, bc Dis is a terrifying woman, ansd if she made Kili promise to return to her, dammit, the company will return him to her if it is the last thing they do. Kili likely spends less time with Thorin and Dwalin than his brother, so here he is, questioning his own self worth and if he belongs in the party and his own abilities while coming of age and sticking out from his family even more, so why not rebel a little? why not be an archer which is not as glorified, why not consider shaving to meet cross cultural beauty standards, why not date the elf (dammit, I'm convincing myself for Tauriel's presence and I hate that). He's trying his best and messing up along the way, and is INNOCENT. Completely. He is aware of his ancestry and what happened, but he and Bilbo are the two being narrated to when telling of the Durin family history, and as a result, the differences in dwarven / hobbit culture could be explored further. Thorin has a little kiddo to watch out for, and maybe is softer around, because even Thorin knows Kili is young, maybe even too young to be here but if they didn't let him come he would have snuck after them, so we get to see a more forgiving, family-man Thorin who we do not see anywhere else (and yes we get that at the end of the movie but I'm getting to my critique of the (I almost called it a keldabe wrong fandom) forehead touch with a name I cannot recall later).

Onto his brother. Fili is the heir, okay. So, that means that he is likely raised very differently from Kili. Whereas Kili may have had some time to play and be a kid (as much as they could in the Blue Mountains as refugees, anyways), Fili likely was given no such privilege. He followed Thorin around like a lost puppy, watching his every move and trying to imitate it, because he knew he would have to do Thorin's job someday. Even if Thorin did get married / have a kid / etc there would likely still be a window where Fili was in charge before Thorin's kid came of age, and as the years went on, the chances of that happening diminished, and so Fili threw himself more and more into his crown-prince-studies. Maybe a little obsessively, just like his uncle, who had practically stepped into the role as father. Because Fili thought he had to be Thorin. Thorin, meanwhile, saw the King that Fili could be, and that King was so much better than him. Fili grew up humble as a result of them all being refugees, something Thorin did not have to learn until much later and even then he never fully got it. Fili was kind, because he saw the suffering of his people, and understood how large of a difference a small act could make. Fili also had the teachings of Thorin drilled into him, because Thorin's problem was that whenever he saw Fili, he also saw Frerin. Frerin was Thorin's younger brother, just as blond as Fili, and (I'm assuming) played a roll in Fili's name (both starting with F). Frerin died at the Battle of Azanulbizar, and Thorin remembers that battle, he remembers losing his little brother. He can understand the fear that Fili feels whenever the company encounters a fight because he has felt the same in the worst of ways. But, because Thorin understands, he pushes Fili to be better than him. Even if that pushing is too much, too hard, too fast, too young--Thorin knows that Fili can be better than him, and Thorin does not want Fili to suffer as he has suffered, so he does everything in his power to prepare Fili for what is to come, and because Thorin loves him, that is all he does. He pours that love out as motivation and pushes Fili to do more, do everything, and do it better than he did. Fili, being young, does not realize this. He just sees it as Thorin preparing him to be king, and quite brutally at that, but Thorin is the closest thing he has to a father, Fili is not going to question it, not for anything, except for his little brother. And that just hurts Thorin, because he knows that, had he had the chance, he would have died to save Frerin at Azanulbizar. He knows Fili would do the same for Kili, but they are both so, so young. Thorin fears he could lose them both in one go, if he is not careful. So he is harsh, he scares them, he is forceful, because they do not have time for care and coddling, that won't keep them safe.

Whereas the company sees Kili as carefree and fun, Fili is cold, like his uncle. He is stone, and observant, and polite. He has to be Thorin, AND everything that Thorin is not. It is an impossible task, but he has to try. That is what is expected of him, not just by his mother and uncle, but by the entire people that is behind him, waiting for him to ascend to be king. He does not get a choice. The only one who can pull him out of that rut is his brother, with whom he actually feels like he can be what he is -- barely older than a kid.

Im gonna let that sink in for a second. They're CHILDREN.

anyways.

So, Kili gets his romance plot. It's cute and it parallels. And I've established that Kili must prove himself, and Fili will bend over backwards to make Thorin happy, which likely also extends to Dis, his mother.

I imagine Dis gave Kili the river rock to come back home, and she told Fili "be safe, don't be stupid, etc etc" but HIGHLIGHTED "take care of your brother", and Thorin does the same in the movies.

So, when Kili galavants up the bridge to open the gate after the party does a little slip and slide down the river, Fili naturally goes with. He sees that Kili is about to get shot. And Fili, who knows above all else he has to be king and he has to take care of Kili, just does the normal heroric thing and jumps in front, and he gets shot.

He is chastized for it, for being stupid, but overall they both are thanked for getting them out of the mess, and there is no time to waste because the company has to leave, and Fili (like what Kili did albeit maybe with more conviction) will not let others help him, or show weakness. So Fili continues on, poisoned, and Kili has the guilt of knowing his brother took an arrow meant for him. Fili must suffer the consequences of being a hero, and Kili must suffer the consequences of being the youngest, and feeling guilty for not taking responsibility for his own actions.

This all boils over to a fight where Kili tells Fili that "I made the choice to go up there, I didn't ask you to intervene!" because dammit Kili wants to be treated like an adult and FIli just took that away from him, again.

Fili, naturally, retorts, "I just did what I had to, because you know what? mom didn't tell me to come home--all she told me, all everyone ever tells me--is to take care of you! So I don't matter, not to this family, not in the same way you do. You're a son. I'm a prince."

Which, ouch. Slap in the face to Kili, and maybe the company overhears. Kili feels slighted, but also maybe is starting to understand, he can be a kid, Fili cannot. And Fili, meanwhile, is about to break from the weight of expectations that feels heavier than the lonely mountain ever could.

So, Kili stays with Fili when they get to Bard's, because it is what Fili would have done for him. Thorin is pissed, but lets it go, because Kili isn't Fili, and ouch, again.

I imagine Bofur helps quite a bit, he has a kind soul and listens better than most, and while Fili is delirious with fever Bofur talks him through it. Kili gets to be more coherent with Tauriel, and we get to see if their relationship actually holds up outside of a "she saved my life I love her" style of interaction which bleh is cliche as all get out.

and PLEASE when the dwarves do get out of Bard's house, they get to actually help Bard deal with the dragon. I read a fic a long time ago (if I find it I'll link it and the author below) where Fili had to be Bard's arrow anchor instead of Bard's son and I just chef's kiss. The dwarves who are left get to help the humans, and they feel more sympathy for them. Maybe they witness more death, and so when the dwarves do turn their backs on the humans later, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Bifur & crew are like "wait wtf they have suffered enough" unlike their future indifference we see in the movie.

and THEN all the dwarves arrive at the mountain, and Fili and Kili actually get welcomed home like the family they ARE, but it's stunted, because something is wrong with Thorin. He is glad to see Kili and Fili, but barely spares them a glance. They've heard the rumors and stories, of gold sickness. They begin to wonder, and we get to see them talk (probably with Bilbo) about the concept in secret where everyone is looking for the arkenstone. We get to see Kili with his hero worship refuse to believe Thorin would fall under a gold thrall. We get to see Fili, who is afraid of becoming like Thorin, too scared to enter the treasury unless immensly pressured to do so, and even then someone is always with him, because he worries. He still holds the ruby Thorin threw at him, and he keeps it in his pocket. He holds it so tight the edges cut his palm, and the pain seems to distract him from the wealth that surrounds him. I always wondered if Thorin gave Fili that ruby because he was the heir, or the only dwarf with so much gold about their person, with his hair. It was what Thorin saw first, not because it was his nephew, but because he looked like the very thing that already clawed Thorin down into his own demise.

AND NOW the war starts. and this needs to be another post bc ffs I'm losing my shit this is much too long.

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onmyyan · 4 months

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Hey-o!!! Mind racing anon here I just reread through your venomreader x yandere batfam AGAIN! And my mind started racing

What if while reader is captured in the timeout cube and they start getting sick. Like venom hasn’t eaten anyone in awhile and like in the movie starts to eat his host aka reader.

So reader starts becoming pale and weak and coughing and throwing up blood from having their organs literally being eaten to sustain the symbiote and the batfam sees this and it leads to absolute CHAOS!!!

I’m talking arguments and fights breaking out between them about what to do and how to help reader.

I think Bruce would try and figure out why reader is all of a sudden sick and want to do tests and scans to help find the reason. But he starts to get more and more worried as readers health declines and there is nothing coming up on any results. He tries everything he can think of but it doesn’t help his children are becoming manic and going crazy so he has to try to keep order all the time.

But then you have Jason going absolutely FERAL trying to get to reader and take them to a hospital and hold them and comfort them because he can’t believe he let it get this far when he swore to protect them. He stands outside of readers room and begs them to let him know what’s happening and how he can help. He brings them all kinds of medicine and food, he even brings reader some weed from their hidden stash to try and keep them calm or help in anyway. His eyes are red and puffy all the time from him crying every time he sees reader weakly throw up or cough up their blood.

Dick is freaking out and won’t let reader out of his sight but every time reader coughs or vomits or starts to collapse he’s crying and begging Bruce to do something or he will. He’s tried braking into the room to get you (they all have) but Bruce changed the code or something so nobody tries to run off with them.

Tim pours through all security footage trying to see if maybe you poisoned yourself with something in order to try and escape or at least trying to find what caused all of this but he’s coming up empty, he starts getting desperate and researches every disease known to man. He now goes through every checklist of symptoms he can to figure out what’s wrong. He also know knows way too much about diseases and if reader ever get a sniffle or a cough after this he immediately thinks their dying.

And Damien put on the face of not caring in front of his family. He looked as if he’s unbothered by everything but his room was destroyed the same day all of this started and he had barely slept or ate. None of them have. He’s started to stalk the outside of readers cell as if he was guarding them and he watches everything reader does. He claims it’s to make sure reader isn’t tricking them by doing this to themselves but it’s really because his mind has made him believe reader might die and because of that thought he can’t stand being farther than a couple steps away. He’s surprisingly the one who advocates the strongest to let reader out in order to help them and he becomes manic at the thought of returning the next day and reader being dead in the cell and he CANT handle it.

Meanwhile reader is just like well…fuck… and debates on telling them about venoms diet but knows they can’t because then reader is admitting to letting venom eat people and that is SURE to go over well with the vigilantes against killing and all that🙄🙄🙄

Anyway yeah I am feral for yandere batfam

Also I know this is long but I love it and I love you and merry late Christmas and happy new year and yeah❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Bonus:

Venom!Reader: yeah I’m a monster now and I don’t deserve love because of the horrible things I’ve done

Yandere Batfam: You have never done anything wrong in your life. We know this. And we love you.

Venom!Reader: *surprised pikachu face*

2nd Bonus:

Batfam member: I hate that alien that has attached itself to you. If I had it my way it would be kept in a jar for the rest of its days studies by scientists.

Reader: Venom said if he had to choose for me to marry someone he would pick you.

Batfam member: You know I’ve always thought aliens were cool. I think Venom is actually a really good influence on you and you should definitely listen to him more often. *pulls out a ring and gets on one knee*

This is absolutely amazing and genuinely lit a spark under me regarding that story, thank you so so much for sending in this wonderful piece it's delectable, I've been having serious writers block with that series and this single ask had me running to the editor cuz it's so good like?? Of course your body would break down without it's needs being met it's so perfect, again thank you for sending this in cuz it inspired me ❤️❤️❤️ you go glen coco

#yananswers #anon submission #straight venomous

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myarlert · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 [𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐞𝐝𝐢��𝐢𝐨𝐧]

# .01 — eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, connie springer, reiner braun, levi ackerman x fem!reader

# .02 — cw : mentions of kinks : mommy, breeding, overstimulation, orgasm control, praise, cockwarming, mutual masturbation. oral [f. receiving, m. receiving.], mentions of spanking, mention of squirting.

# .03 — ‘one man + one kink’ kinda thing. multiple ones for each, short explanations on them as well, with a bonus of how long they can last. super self indulgent, will do more for other fandoms! [jjk & genshin impact next.] + RBS ARE APPRECIATED!

minors do not interact

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 + orgasm control, overstimulation, dirty talk

eren is an absolute madman when it comes to pleasuring you. he has no self control and no filter over his nasty mouth when doing so. his tongue lapping up at your clit, sucking every last drop off you. his hips grinding into the bed at the same pace that his tongue is massaging you at. ‘yeah? you like that? cmere..’ he smirks against your wet skin, sliding a hand up your tummy before pulling away from your core all together. his hand gripping at your tits, drawing out a whine from lack of stimulation. ‘you don’t get to cum yet baby. i’ll let you know when you can. lemme have my fun.’

how long can he last? 1-2 rounds, big cock man gotta have time to relax :(

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 + mommy, breeding, praise, overstimulation

definitely has a mommy kink and not only in the submissive kinda way. armin would definitely have you bent over his lap sometimes, fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and other hand laying softly across your ass, aching to give it another spank. ‘’s that feel good mommy? am i doing a good job?’ but you could hear the smirk. but on the other hand, armin would definitely not be able to pull out in time, thus developing quite the breeding/creampie kink. and the time he finally blurts out, ‘wanna have a baby with you! w-wanna fill you up!’

how long can he last? being much into overstim., armin would have a strong sex drive, could probably last 3-4 rounds on a good day.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 + praise, breeding,

jean is so into praising the fuck out of you holy shit, nearly everything that comes out of his mouth when you’re sucking him off is all about you. ‘w-woah.. d-did you just lick the balls?-’ would be one of pure shock when he felt your tongue tickle over his balls as his cock worked its way down your throat. but on the other side, jean absolutely is a family man, it’s real. how sweet he would be during the baby making process ugh, soft kisses, sweet praises, ‘gonna look so pretty when you’re all pregnant. gosh.. can imagine you in a cute summer dress now.. fuck-’ he would go feral.

how long can he last? with the breeder balls jean has, probably 2-3 rounds STRONG.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 + cockwarming, praise, *trace amounts of a mommy kink*

cannot control himself when you’re sitting on his lap watching a movie while his cock is balls deep inside you. always mumbles against your neck, ‘just grind back a little.. you’re insides feel so nice baby…’ his hands would grip at your hips, thighs, tits, even pull your hair a little to rest your head on his shoulder so he can kiss your neck easier. and as for the mommy kink, it would barely even exist tbh, maybe if he was feeling extra subby n soft, maybe desperately needy for you to jerk him off faster, it would just slip out. ‘m-mommy please!’ oh fuck and how connie would be so into mutual masturbation !!! sitting across the bed from you while you’re playing with yourself, watching him play with himself ugh so nasty and i fucking love it.

how long can he last? he cums so fast :( probably only one round but maybe two if he’s feeling extra

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍 + breeding, overstimulation

there isn’t a doubt in my mind that tells me reiner isn’t needy. he tends to get quite subby at times, super needy to the point where he will be begging for you to get him off again even when he’s been milked dry and at the verge of tears. but to cover his breeding kink, reiner does love to see his seed leaking outta you, using his thick fingers to spread it around your inner thighs and work on pushing it all back in. a thought in my mind currently is subby, overstimulated reiner who is in tears as you jerk him off, whining n groaning as you work your hand over his tip, ‘please! n-no more! hhnnng, shit you feel so good… fuck, don’t stop!’ he wouldn’t even know what he wants anymore.

how long can he last? ROUNDS BRO, FUCKIN ROUNDS

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 + degradation, praise [he’s spicy], orgasm control, mutual masturbation

here we love talking about subby levi and while i love subby levi, he’s gonna be mean here. absolutely ripping into you with both his cock and his words. ‘oh yeah? oh i know you can give me another. so fucking do it, cum for me again.’ oh and when you would, trembling and gushing all over his cock n lower tummy, he’d get up nice n close, press a hand down on your stomach, feeling how deep he is. ‘another.’ with the nastiest of tones. wouldn’t oppose to watching you get yourself off while he gets himself as a punishment to you, not deserving his cock. but in reality, it was a fucking punishment to him.

how long can he last? mr. tiny but mighy can go probably 3 rounds <3

MYARLERT ©️2022

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linddzz · 3 months

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Whooooo! I found ya! Down to business:

Are there any fic recommendations for baggin/shield or pitch/frost that you like(d)?

I am absolutely feral

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…..

What are 3 of your most favorite fics that you’ve ever read?

Ya found me! Let me say that the notifications of someone going through old fics and commenting are ambrosia. You are a treasure and a saint of a person!

And oh man I had to dive into my old bookmarks for these! I'm good at remembering snippets or vibes of fics but not the fics themselves. I will warn that a lot of my fave pitch/jack stuff tended to be pretty dark. It's not like, a thing I regret or say is wrong, and I still enjoy/love a lot of it! I was in a dark place mentally and that reflected in the stuff I was reading and creating. Who actually has a good time in their early to mid 20s?

Mostly warning because most of my stuff since then skirts the edges or flirts with the darkness but doesn't feel that need to go deep diving.

Second warning is there may be less here than you'd think! The more I write for a ship the less I read, because my brain gets very dumb and the self doubt gets Real Bad. This is all non-exhaustive of course! I wouldn't even say this is my Best of The Best it's just what's coming to mind at the moment. There's way more in the AO3 bookmarks

Pitch/Jack fics

In the Dark - series by @charmed7293 romancing the monster under the bed is maybe not always the best idea

The Syntax of Programming Languages, and, Why Some Code Talks in Accents - by Midievil. I'm biased here bc this was a gift fic inspired by my The Device Has Been Modified, but it done showed me up bc it was written by someone who knows more about actual coding than me

Shadows and Light - this series by @not-poignant is The Classic of the ship. Since you liked Things That Were you'd most definitely like this one. And unlike me, Pia actually finishes things!

I swear to God there were a lot of fics by @insufferablearchanist that I loved but they nuked their old AO3 and I can't ever remember shit.

Thorin/Bilbo fics

Prayers to Broken Stone - @avelera the beauty and the beast flavored au you didn't know you wanted

Comfort in the Sound - by northerntrash. Ok. Yes. It's Bilbo/Thorin/Bofur but like. Trust me on this. Road trip throuple shenanigans

Patchwork Robe - @hallsofstone2941 I am not immune to stupidly adorable modern college au one-shots

Possession - aljira. You liked Sanzigil, you'll like this :)

Marriage in the Manner of Dwarves - series by diemarysues

Other Fandom Faves (that come to mind. I've been reading fanfic since like 2002 ok there's a lot that has made impressions over the years that I just lost track of dkdjdk)

Taking Everyone For A Ride - by Nonymos. Venom/Eddy+Anne/Dan. typical Eldritch shenanigans plus polyamory. Unhinged and weird, just how I like em

The Only Way Out Is Down - @avelera Newt/Hermann. The second PR movie was so bad I wanna erase it from my memory but my god did it spawn some AMAZING fics, including this one that rewired my brain

After Zero - by what_alchemy Newt/Hermann. A bunch of delightful smut

The Wine Dark Sea - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. Siren! Dream au. Jesus Christ. Holy fuck. Goddamn. Gorgeous, monstrous, surreal, Unhinged4Unhinged behavior. Listen. I work with octopuses. I know what their arms feel like and that has ruined almost all tentacle shenanigans for me ok?? This fic got past that hangup.

If I Please You - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. It feels like a modern retelling of an old medieval fairy romance goddamn

And finally. This series. The series.

So. I very recently refound this series and I'm almost hesitant to post it. Because as I was reading it again I kept having to put it down and sit in horror at the realization that I read this fic when I was in college and it actually rewired my brain. I realized everything I have written was trying to recapture what this fic did to my synapses. I was chasing after vibes that I did not realize originated in this fic for me. Me sharing this risks everyone who reads it and has read my stuff also going "ooohhhh you're just doing this again huh?"

It is the very specific combination of "Character A: openly unhinged, obsessive, violently romantic and unnerving/Character B: seems so chill and just happily rolls with CharacterA being insane, because they are also secretly insane." It's the combo of a codependent bonkers relationship with humorous banality of their day-to-day.

It's also a Johnlock fic.

Anyway, The Paradox Series rewired my brain so deeply that I didn't even realize it rewired my brain until over a decade later. I swear I have been unaware of how much my writing has been leaning on what this did to my brain.

#fic recs #i cannot stress enough how non exhaustive this is dkfjdkdj #refound the paradox series like a month ago and kept having a fuckin crisis about it to my friends #like UH OH IVE JUST BEEN SNATCHING THIS FICS ENTIRE VIBE THE WHOLE TIME

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𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓹 𝓕𝓪𝓶! 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵!!

You, yes you! Are you a fan of Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous or any of the Jurassic World or Park movies? Do you love dinosaurs and wish you could see them up close and personal, minus the threat (hopefully)? Then this post is for you!!

With Chaos Theory coming out, the Camp Cretaceous fandom has risen again and I am absolutely all for it! And if you're like me and weren't very satisfied with how they ended it or did the 4th and 5th seasons then you'll want to hear this! I'm opening a community and roleplay server that welcomes the entire Jurassic fandom and will be focusing on my AU, Corrupted Files!

What is Corrupted Files you may ask? Well let me tell you! Corrupted Files is, in my opinion, how Camp Cretaceous should have played out, leaving the campers stranded on the island for three years until Owen, Claire, and their team returned to Isla Nublar in 2018 in the hopes of rescuing the dinosaurs from the doomed island (only to find some feral but capable teenagers who everyone thought were dead)! This AU will explore the harsh realities of island life, the unresolved traumas that the campers face (like Ben not even being looked for and just accepting it, like huh??), and even a hybrid or two that Dr. Wu left behind as well!

Original characters are more than welcome and there will even be slots open for more campers if anyone is interested! If you wish to join the roleplay aspect of this server you will also be given the ability to roleplay a dinosaur as well, whether it be Blue herself or a completely new character that the public hasn't seen due to leaping forth from your own imagination! All canon characters are playable as well, meaning that ships, headcanons, etc are up to you!!

We hope to make this a great experience and community going forward into Chaos Theory and we can't wait to have you! Please share this around as much as you want and feel free to reach out to me via comments, dms, etc if you are interested in joining! The server offers many options for those not interested in roleplay as well such as general discussion channels for theories and such, art and writing channels, giveaways (including Discord nitro and a ton of other fun prizes), and much more!

Additionally, there is a Spinoraptor (complete with a two packmates/siblings) is up for grabs as a soft adopt of sorts to those who join! New members will be offered a welcome package as well if they wish with a surprise inside (until Chaos Theory is released).

We can't wait to have you!! <3

Will Darius have to lead all alone, even as their way to get home is destroyed, and it's obvious the pressure is getting to him? Will Ben ever let on to how he's truly feeling and how being abandoned for months has affected him? Will Yasmina ever regain her confidence or enjoy running again if she's not running for her life? Will Kenji begin to step up as he sees the group begin to fracture and break in their own ways? Can Sammy's upbeat attitude keep everyone afloat as a tropical storm approaches? Can Brooklynn properly adjust to being a normal teenager and learn to rely on others? How will the campers fair when they have more people to rely on and more lives to watch out for? Will they even survive all three years on Isla Nublar?

The choice is yours!

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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May I ask--

All the teens playing seven minutes in Heaven, (Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, and Steve, and Eddie) and Eddie spins and it lands on male reader, so Eddie just smirks and they go to the closet.

They end up making out, maybe Eddie fingers the reader or something and when Steve tries opening the door, Eddie slams it shut with his foot?

Dom Eddie has me feral right now man-

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Eddie Munson x Male Reader. Reader is 19.

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It's silly. And yet, the realization of how silly it really is doesn't stop the thundering of your heart. Robin's the one that suggested it. She'd confessed amongst the group as they piled in the Wheeler basement free of the younger teens as they'd banded together to catch a movie that she'd missed her younger days of sleepovers. Robin's the one that when the conversation winded down memory lane also confessed she'd never gotten to play a game of seven minutes in heaven.

The room freezes. Eyes are flickering around to everyone else in the room. Steve's trying to avoid eye contact with Nancy and she's looking at Jonathon. Argyle shrugs, unphased by what he assumes is to come next. Eddie glances briefly over to you before looking and holding eye contact with Steve.

You're just staring at Robin. Because why she'd confess that you'll never know and like the silence winds Robin up, she continues on. "I am by no means suggesting we play. Like it's so totally stupid. A lot of folks here have too much history and it would be awkward no doubt. I was just saying I wish I had gotten a chance to play. You know? For memories sake. For the sake of a little story in my older years. Should I make it that far, ya know. But still--"

"Robin, we're adults," Steve returns. Steve knows his statement is only on technicality sake. But it is true--most everyone in the room was an adult. No matter what happened (or didn't happen) they could easily laugh it off, skip on whatever is deemed too awkward.

You can't say you're really looking at Robin anymore. Your eyes are pointed in her direction but she's not filling your vision in a way that makes your brain recognize her. You're staring through her--at the imagined near future. YOu all sit, around the pizza box, someone's finished coke on the top of it, spinning glass to seal fates. Rounding the corner to go into the closet just off the stairs. Maybe some folks laugh at their pairings. You imagine Robin and Steve would snicker, agree to go to the closet and then in the span of the seven minutes devise some plan to make their own clothes look dishevel and wait for the poor soul to knock to let them know their time is up for one of them--Robin mostly likely to make a joke that she's definitely still gay.

It is funny. As you imagine them.

But you can't help but also wonder what happens should it land on Steve or Nancy or worse yet, you and Eddie. You do not want to imagine what happens should that bottle land on you and Eddie. Would you two just stand on opposite sides of the closet, making small talk as you normally do? Would you be brave enough knowing that in the end, you'd have an out--7 minutes and sooner should it all blow up in your face.

"I'm down," Argyle chuckles. "Would absolutely make for an interesting story. Let's just, like, set ground rules."

"Ground rules!" Steve jumps in, hands clapping together for a moment before he points to Argyle. "Sounds perfect. Love that idea."

"So, should we be able to politely reject a pairing? Like if it's going to be too awkward we can sort of just back of it?" Nancy offers.

"I'm cool with it," Eddie nods. "If people want to go for a joke, it should like be mutually decided. You know--consent and shit."

You know that if you really don't want to play you can say no. It is an odd number without you and both you and Jonathon haven't said much for or against it. You plead with yourself if Jonathon backs out you will too to make it even. But as the pizza box closes--the last of it's slices consumed long algo--he slides in closer to the table.

There goes your exit. Fuck, you say to yourself. Now you have to be strategic. You need to check where you sit to see who's direct across from you and then diagonal to you. They're the ones you'll be getting. Do you go across from Eddie? Do you sit next to him to avoid the whole situation?

By the time you can tell yourself you're going to just sit next to him the spots are filling up and you notice where Eddie had been next to you he's now right across from you. Argyle's to your left, Robin to your right. Diagonal from you on either side of Eddie are Nancy and Steve.

Fates--they seal faster than one can calculate sometimes.

"I-I'll go first," Steve states. "You know, break the seal," he jokes.

The roll of the glass bottle against the cardboard of the pizza box echoes in your brain. The scratching is a smooth sound as it whirls around and around and round.

The first match and laughter breaks out. Steve and Robin. "Oh, god, kill me now," she laughs.

"Hey, I'm a nice guy," Steve counters. "I'll always ask." His hands extends out and Robin laughs, hands shooting up to defend herself.

"Oh, come on. I know I don't have tits, but I'm a fun time," Steve laughs.

Robin, even in the bouts of her laugher, eventually stands. "Who's keeping time?"

"I-I'll do it," Jonathon offers, slipping his watch off and setting it on the edge of the table.

"Ready for the best seven minutes of your life," Steve grins, slipping his arm around Robin's.

"Whatever you say, loser."

And as the door shuts behind them, the first minute creeps by in silence. The whispers are just wisps of Steve's and Robin's voices and then Robin's laughter erupts from the closet and it's clear that it's not awkward at all for them. So the group relaxes.

You can't help as Argyle's voice carries out over the silence but glance up to Eddie. His eyes are glued to you. It's clear he's still listening to whatever is being said, but his big brown eyes hardly leave your face until Jonathon stands up.

"Time!" Jonathon calls out, hand raising to knock on the door but he doesn't get the chance before he stumbles out of the way.

Steve stumbles out first, his polo pulled out of his jeans, hair tousled. Robin struts out after him, perfectly intact. Steve makes a big show of stumbling back to his spot and then right there on his cheek is a red print left behind of lipstick. Clearly it's Robin but her lipstick doesn't look hardly budged. She makes show of clearing the corners of her mouth and asking Nancy to check her teeth for lipstick stains.

"You're-you're all good," Nancy giggles out.

Another spin. Argyle and Jonathon. They laugh and Nancy agrees to keep time. They're voices are louder as they talk from the closet. Perhaps the gods would be on your side and let you slither by without embarrassment.

The boys return after Nancy calls for them. They're laughing--you're not sure about what. But given Argyle in the equation it could be anything.

Another spin and though Eddie's stare is still hot on your skin you start to think you will get by unscathed. The glass bottle spins and whirs in the room until it slows to a wobbly stop.

You and Eddie.

Your eyes lift before your head and Eddie's brows are raised. "Only if you want. I meant what I said."

Your heart is hammering in your chest. His lips are nice and pink. They're begging to be kissed. It's like Eddie is begging you to kiss him. You nod, throat cleared by your hum. "I think you might be shocked you're not the only one with boyish charm."

It's faux confidence. Your knees are knocking as the two of you stand. You're sure you're going to faint. "I'm keeping time, boys," Robin calls out behind you.

Eddie wave you into the tiny closet first with a bow. You step through, inhaling deeply as the door shuts behind you. "You seem nervous," Eddie states.

You turn and he's leaning against the door, fingers playing at his rings. He doesn't seem hurt by the statement. Maybe you catch something like amusement. He continues on, "Because if I'm honest, I'm probably the last person you should be nervous about. Harrington, I've heard, has a way with the boys."

That gets you to chuckle. Steve's blaringly straight and though he and Robin have a good relationship enough for them to devise their stunt, he is not going after boys--not the likes of you anyway. Not that you ever wanted Steve too either. Sure, Steve is attractive. But he's not necessarily your type.

"I think I can handle myself around the likes of Steve. He's all talk, not bite."

"Oh, I didn't realize we'd be exposing kinks so early into our time."

"I-" you choke on air. "No-uh." A cough interrupts you and Eddie slides in, hand clapping down on your mid-back.

"You okay?" he asks softer now.

You nod when you get one solid inhale. "I'm okay."

"You sure? Thought I'd have to give you mouth to mouth there for a second," Eddie teases. His breath tickles your cheek. The hand on your back slips down to your lower back. Then stops. Your heart races. "Tell me no, okay? If-If I'm reading this wrong, tell me no."

Eddie steps, standing now in front of you. The hand on your back moves to your hip. The smell of his cologne--something you're sure was originally Wayne's but Eddie had mostly commandeered--fills your nose.

"Yes," you whisper, hands gripping at the front of Eddie's flannel. A red one and you're certain it's a hand me down too.

Eddie rears back for a second, taking in the way your eyes of fluttered close. "Yes?" he asks for clarification.

"Yes," you return. The toes of your shoes bump into Eddie's. Then he's closing the gap. His lips eal around yours gently and your swear your guts are going to melt.

You are going to become a puddle in Nancy Wheeler's basement closet but you do not care. Eddie is tender, a bit hesitant as the gasp leaves him. You take the gap and leap it--licking ever so gently at his mouth. Eddie laughs in return and surges forward. The momentum wavers you and you take a step back.

Eddie's grip is tight. His lips are firmer now. The kisses are growing hotter, more hums and moans are slipping from both your throats with little regard for the fact that you can be heard. You go until your back hits the wall and Eddie slides his fingers up and under your shirt.

You hiss at the warmth at his fingers. The touch is faint, so light that you think you're insane for how much you feel it. His rough fingers make your spine shiver. He traces the v of your hips, lips working down your jaw.

"God," Eddie breathes when you whine at the last hickey he sucks into your skin. "Sounds so pretty for me."

You sigh as Eddie whispers into your skin. You don't catch everything he says but you know right now heaven is the heat of Eddie's touch and kisses.

You trace the line of hair at the nape of Eddie's neck, fingers buried in his hair cradling his head right in the spot that makes your groin stir. "Fuck," you groan.

"There?" Eddie asks against your skin.

"Hmm, yes, there--right there," you whine out.

"Time!" Robin bellows. Her voice shakes a little. No shadow passes in front of the door when you crack open your eye. Fuck it, you think.

Your fingers are working at the button of Eddie's jean and he laughs. "Giving them a show?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No, I-fuck," you exhale. You scrub your hand over your face. You've nearly forgotten where you are. "I like you, Eddie."

His palms cradle your cheeks, eyes oozing as he looks at you. "I like you too."

"C'mon, seriously," Steve calls out. The door jiggles a little and Eddie spins, pushing back on it.

"Just a second!" Eddie bellows.

"Thirty second or I'm coming in--even if dicks are out," Steve returns.

You snort at his retort and Eddie turns back to you. "Come back to my place."

"Oh, okay, after this would be fine."

Eddie shakes his head. "No, like right now." When your brows furrow together, he steps in crotch pressing into yours. He slips just to the side and you notice now how hard he is in his jeans. "I am going to finish what I started."

You can only nod and Eddie takes your hand. The lights of the basement momentarily blind you as you and Eddie step through the door but the group is clearly amused and maybe a little scared too by what they auditorily witnessed. But even the low wolf whistle of Argyle doesn't seem to phase Eddie who carries on, up to the stairs. "Catch y'all lovely folks next time," he calls as you follow behind him.

"Oh my god," Robin cackles. "A story for the books."

You two get outside and Eddie spins on the front poor, kissing you again against the door. "Just enough to tide me over," he laughs and when he spins around again, you notice he hasn't even bothered to button his jeans back up fully, the belt hangly loosely and buckle clicking as he goes.

"Robin," you whisper, "I owe you one."

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 7

In which you meet Jake’s family and things turn out even worse than you imagined.

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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

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TW: swearing, violence, brief mention of blood, toxic family, angst, I believe that's it

A/N: Did this turn out how I was expecting? No. Am I mad at it? Also no. You guys are going to go feral over this. Also this was supposed to be Christmas but this is a Christmas fix the way Die Hard is a Christmas movie lmao just based in that time frame but not actually about Christmas

It's the week before Christmas and you're sitting in Jake's truck anxiously bouncing your knee. The two of you are only about ten minutes out from his parent's house now, and the nerves are starting to get to you. It's not that you're afraid his family won't like you. Based on what you've heard, their opinion doesn't matter much to you. You're already not a fan of them.

You're more-so afraid that you're not going to be able to bite your tongue. From what little Jake has told you, they don't seem like the type of people you exactly get along with, and keeping your thoughts to yourself has never been your strong suit. Especially when it comes to protecting the ones you love. And you love Jake a whole hell of a lot.

The two of you are staying at a nice hotel about thirty minutes away and that speaks volumes in and of itself. You can't wrap your head around his parents not wanting their child to stay at home for the holidays. Then again, from how Jake talks, it doesn't seem like much of a home to begin with.

You look over and almost don't recognize the man sitting next to you. He looks small and scared, a shell of his usual cocky and bright self. Your eyebrows furrow deeper the closer you get to your destination as you notice him get more and more panicky. He looks pale and clammy, and he's gnawing on his lips so hard you're sure they'll start bleeding soon.

Your hand reaches out for his and you lace your fingers together, squeezing gently. "Whatever happens, just know I'm right here. I can't promise not to start shit if they get out of line, but I'll try to be on my best behavior." You half-joke with a smile.

Jake doesn't respond, his breathing only quickens as you turn onto what you assume is the street he grew up on. You don't say anything else, giving him space to cope how he needs to. That's one thing he loves about you. You never push him, always allowing him to process and come to you when he's ready.

He pulls through a gate that says "Seresin" onto a private road surrounded by acres of land and your eyes widen. There are horses to your left and the driveway looks to be about a mile long. You pass a few more horses and stables, completely taken aback. It's absolutely beautiful, and you almost gasp when the home comes into view.

The house is huge, and you think it looks like something out of a magazine. The driveway turns into a roundabout and Jake parks the truck in front of the large French doors. You knew Jake came from money to a certain extent, but you weren't expecting this. This is old money, the type that's passed down from generation to generation and you're shocked Jake never mentioned it.

He's the only son and you silently wonder if he was ever meant to inherit all of this, or if it was decided long ago that he wasn't worthy. The idea makes your heart ache. Your thoughts are interrupted when Jake comes around and opens the door for you. A man comes out of nowhere and nods to Jake before climbing into the truck and driving off.

Your forehead wrinkles and you look at Jake for an explanation. "Ranch hand. He's going to park it in the garage. Mom doesn't like cars in the driveway." This only furthers your confusion and your eyebrows shoot up. "Your parents have a valet?"

Jake looks genuinely surprised for a second before his features settle back down. "Huh, never really thought of it that way, but yea. I guess they do." You shake your head in disbelief and grab his hand. He looks over at you and gives you a kiss before leading you to the front door.

He knocks three times and you can already tell he was serious when he said his family is nothing like yours. You've never once had to knock at your parent's house. Usually, your mom was waiting for you at the top of the porch but if she wasn't, you had always just walked right in.

It takes a couple minutes for you to hear the lock click and the door opens to reveal a woman that looks to be a couple years older than Jake. You smile at her and she ignores you, instead turning around and walking back inside. "Jacob's here." She yells, already halfway up the stairs.

You frown and look at Jake but he doesn't say anything, only squeezing your hand three times. I love you. It was your guys' way of communicating when you were unable to talk, but you can’t fathom why he won’t just say it out loud. Nonetheless, you squeeze back and he brings you further into the entryway before closing the door behind him.

Once you're fully inside, you look around completely awestruck. As big as it looks from the outside, somehow the inside is even bigger. There are high vault ceilings with antler chandeliers and a large staircase leading up to a second floor that overlooks the space.

It looks exactly how you would imagine a house on a ranch to. Your attention is pulled back when you hear a man's voice. "Nice of you to finally come home." Your eyebrows furrow and you turn to where the sound came from.

Your eyes land on an older man that shares the same handsome features as Jake. You realize it must be his father and quickly replace your confused expression with a smile. He glances at you but doesn't say anything before looking back at Jake.

You've only been here three minutes and you're already starting to get pissed off. There's no warmth to the man and you silently question how he could be related to Jake at all. They share the same eyes, but his aren't sweet like Jake's. Sure Jake can be an asshole and have a closed-off personality at times, but once he trusts you he's the kindest person you'll ever meet.

You look over at your boyfriend and notice his posture has completely changed. His face is emotionless and his shoulders are back, if he wasn't holding your hand you're pretty sure he'd be standing at parade rest. He doesn't even look like your sweet and caring Jake anymore, he resembles the irritating Hangman that you first met at the bar.

"Nice to finally be home, sir." Sir? You glance between the two men, trying to figure out what the hell this dynamic is. The pieces are starting to come together and you understand why Jake is the way he is. If this is the man who raised him, it's no surprise he's competitive and hides behind a dickish facade.

You get the vibe that Jake was never able to please the man, no matter what he did. You glance at Jake and feel like you're watching a little kid waiting to be yelled at. You feel a protective instinct wash over you and step forward, moving your body to partially block the blonde pilot.

Your voice is strong and unwavering as you introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, Jake's girlfriend." You don't add that it's nice to meet him the way you normally would because so far, it's been anything but pleasant. His father turns to look at you and gives you a once-over before speaking to Jake.

"She's quite bold, Jacob. Don't know how you landed yourself a live one like that." His voice is cruel and mocking and you feel your face grow hot. You don't like the way he refers to you and you're not sure what about you introducing yourself makes you bold.

You're starting to think the women around here are used to being seen and not heard. It seems as if there's a 'don't speak unless spoken to' rule in place and you're itching to test the waters.

You can see Jake mulling over a response, but he doesn't get the chance to answer. "You can speak to me directly." You try your best to hide your attitude, but there's still some venom in your tone.

His father's gaze turns to you and you can immediately tell he's not used to being confronted. You know his type, you meet them in the Navy all the time. Men who demand respect instead of earning it and get off on holding power over you.

You see Jake's eyes widen slightly in your peripheral but you maintain eye contact with his father, daring him to say something. It's obvious that he's used to people submitting to him, especially women. You're not sure what type of woman he was expecting Jake to bring home, but you're guessing he wasn't anticipating meeting his match in the first two minutes.

You're all too familiar with men trying to intimidate you. Being a female pilot doesn't come easy and if this asshole thinks he can unnerve you, he should meet the 200 men that tried and failed before him. You see the corner of his mouth quirk slightly and you're not sure if he's amused by your fearlessness or taking it as a challenge.

You stare each other down in silence, waiting to see who establishes dominance. At this point, you don't care if your eyeballs shrivel up into raisins, there's no way in hell you're letting this man think he's won. You smirk slightly when he breaks contact first, looking back to your boyfriend. You can practically hear Jake's heart pounding and you move a couple steps backward so you're touching him.

"This is my father, Jacob Sr. He prefers to be addressed as sir." He finally says and your head whips to look at him. "You're not serious." You stare at his face and notice there's no sign of humor. No wonder he hates being called Jacob.

You turn back to his dad and chuckle. "Yea, I'm not doing that. Sir is a title that's earned and so far, I'm not seeing any reason that you deserve to be called that." You watch his dad's face turn red and you almost laugh at how he looks like a petulant child about to throw a tantrum.

Before the situation can escalate any further, a woman comes into the room and walks over to Jake. She gives him a short, polite hug before turning to you. "You must be Jacob's latest. I'm his mother, Catherine." Your eyebrow quirks but you let it slide.

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you, ma'am." You shoot his dad a look as you say it, making sure he hears the formality you just denied him. You give him a shit-eating grin when you see his eye twitch, satisfied that you were able to get under his skin. He already wasn't going to like you, might as well give him a reason.

The woman nods her head curtly before leading you into a living room. It's been less than ten minutes and you've already broken your promise to be on your best behavior. What's that saying? If your parents terrorize you, terrorize them back? Yeah, something like that.

You observe the room and instantly understand why Jake was so taken aback by your house. The environment is stiff and sterile, there are no pictures or signs of a life lived. Everything is meticulous and you feel more puzzle pieces slide into place. It makes sense why Jake is so adamant that everything has a place and can't stand mess.

You remember when Jake was at your apartment early on in your relationship and spilled some food on your carpet. You had laughed it off, insisting that it was fine and accidents happen. He was frantic as he tried to clean it up and apologize. He was genuinely baffled by your calm response but you'd never questioned it.

Now, you understand why he had been so scared. You can imagine it was probably a blood bath if he ever made a mistake and marred the pristine appearance of the house in any way.

You notice that there are no decorations or Christmas tree and you can't help but be surprised. Jake told you that they didn't really celebrate, but you didn't fully believe him. You expected there to be at least some sign of the holiday season.

You sit on the couch next to Jake and look across from you. There are two other women on the opposite side of the coffee table that you assume are his sisters. You look them over briefly, noting how they sit up straight with their legs crossed elegantly. They look like perfectly posed dolls. Even Jake is sitting with perfect posture and you stifle a laugh at the formality of it all.

You briefly consider copying them to avoid stirring the pot more, then decide against it. Why pretend to be someone you're not? If they don't accept their own son, you know they won't accept you either. You've never been in the business of trying to get people's approval and you don't plan to start today.

Besides, these people traumatized Jake and it breaks your heart to see him look so fragile and insecure in their presence. Fuck them. You lean back with your legs spread and cross your arms. You see Jake trying to fight back a smile and you know he's not mad at you.

If anything, this just confirmed that you're the one he wants to marry. You take his small gesture as permission to continue. If Jake showed any signs of being upset with you or said anything, you'd backtrack and grovel for forgiveness so fast your head would spin.

His dad comes into the room and gives you a disapproving glare. "Men and women sit on opposite sides." You can tell by his tone that he's not so much suggesting you move, but rather demanding it.

You glance up at him and smile. You see in his eyes that he thinks he's regained control for a split second and your smile only widens.

"No thank you, Jacob. I'm good right here next to my boyfriend." You watch as his face falls and you fight back an evil grin. He sits in an armchair and looks at his son for a moment before facing you.

"I hear you're a pilot like my son. Graduated top of your class?" He asks and for a second you think this evening might be civil.

You nod and smile to yourself. "You heard right." The man hums in acknowledgment and continues. "You also have more confirmed air-to-air kills correct?" Your smile falters and you frown.

"I mean yeah, but I don't see what that matters. There are only two active duty members with air-to-air kills and he's one of them. He's one of four pilots in the last forty years to hold that honor, so I'd say he's doing just fine."

He ignores you and looks to Jake."So you're telling me a woman was able to beat you not once, but twice?"

You sit up and your eyes narrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

His father doesn't falter in his answer. "It's just not typically a job for women and you still manage to do better than him. It's disappointing."

You hear his mother's voice through the blood rushing in your ears. "Honey let's not do this tonight." You ignore her comment and decide at that moment that you can say whatever you want because you're pretty sure both you and Jake would be content to never come here again.

"Your son is one of the best pilots in the world and you're disappointed? What exactly have you done?" You ask with pure hatred. He folds his hands and answers with a smug expression. "I'm a distinguished politician and oilman."

You hum and sit back. "So you sit on your ass behind a desk while your son protects your right to do so. How disappointing." Jake stays silent and you want nothing more than the mouthy and quick-witted man you love to make an appearance.

One of his sisters, who haven't even been introduced, diverts the conversation. "So tell me how California is, Jacob."

The next couple of hours goes as smoothly as they can given the circumstances. You and Jake are only staying today and tomorrow, and while you initially thought that it wasn't long enough, you're beginning to wish you hadn't come at all. You don't blame Jake for never coming back here, you can't imagine what this would be like for him to face by himself.

He's quiet most of the evening, only chiming in when he's directly spoken to. You on the other hand speak every chance you get. You make a point to only call his father Jacob when you address him, taking pleasure in the way his jaw ticks each time.

Jake feels himself wind a little tighter every time his dad hurls an underhanded comment your way. He's allowed his father to treat him like shit his entire life, but the idea of him trying to break you in the same way makes Jake feel sick to his stomach. Despite his better judgment, he stays quiet, playing the role of the obedient son he was raised into.

He's lost in his thoughts when he hears your raised voice. "What the fuck did you just say?" He didn't catch what his father said to prompt you to say that, but he hears his response loud and clear. "You heard me you little bitch."

Jake looks up to see that you're both standing face to face with his mother trying to intervene. "He means well. Please, can we all just calm down?" She pleads and you scoff. You lean in towards his dad and your voice is deadly when you spit out your next words.

"I mean this as disrespectfully as possible, you're a piece of shit father and Jake is a better man than you could ever hope to be." Jake watches his dad's body language change as he shifts into an all too familiar stance.

That's all it takes for him to snap. Jake launches out of his seat and pushes you behind him, now standing toe to toe with the man who's put him through hell. "You touch her and I swear to God I will put you in the ground where you belong." You've seen Jake in his fair share of fights, but his voice has never held such malice and conviction.

You suppress a smile when you realize the Jake you know and love has finally found his voice. Shock covers his dad's face momentarily but he quickly recovers with a laugh. "This girl is bad news, Jacob. Look how she has you acting. I don't even recognize you."

Jake's body tenses and he maintains eye contact with his father for the first time in his life. "Good. I don't want to be a man you recognize. You've tainted everything good in my life, and I won't allow you to ruin this too. I'm going to be the best goddamn husband and father and it'll be no thanks to you."

His father chuckles darkly and gets in his face. " So what, you want to hit me, tough guy? If I'm such a terrible father, then do it."

Jakes just shakes his head and backs up. "Nah, you're not worth it." He glances over his shoulder and meets your eyes. "Y/N, get you're stuff. We're leaving."

You nod your head and immediately turn to gather your belongings. "Don't have to tell me twice." You mumble and Jake smiles. He takes your hand and the two of you head toward the front door.

You only get a few feet away when his dad starts taunting him. "Fucking pussy, just like I've always said. You don't have the balls to hit me."

Before Jake can even respond, you whip around and put your body weight into your swing. Your fist collides into his nose with a sickening crack and he falls to the ground.

Catherine screams as blood starts pouring down her husband's face and you stand over him. "I do." You say simply before turning on your heel and returning your hand to Jakes. You falter for a split second and look back at the man. "Oh, and his name is Jake. He fucking hates Jacob."

You start walking and shake out your throbbing hand. "God I've been wanting to do that all night. Someone should've rocked his shit a long time ago." You say and Jake has to fight the urge to propose right then and there. The two of you ignore the wails of the women behind you and continue outside.

His truck is already in the driveway with the ranch hand from earlier standing next to it. "Pulled it around when I heard yelling." He explains while handing Jake the keys. He turns to you and gestures his head toward the house. "Did you just hit his old man?"

You look to Jake for help and hesitate. "Yes, sir." You answer honestly and the man breaks out into a wide smile. "Well hot damn! I've been waiting for someone to do that for years and it only took you three hours with the son of a bitch!"

You laugh at his reaction and he turns to Jake while pointing at you. "Marry that one, Jake." He shakes his head as he walks off and Jake laughs while opening the door for you.

He helps you climb in and rounds the front of the truck to the driver's side. The ride back to the hotel is silent and all you can think about is what you did. Was Jake going to be mad at you? What if he leaves you?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Jake opens your door and leads you inside. Neither of you says a word until you're in the hotel room. You break the silence first. "So I guess we're not going back tomorrow?"

Jake looks over at you with no emotion for several seconds before he bursts into laughter. Not a giggle, but side clenching, belly aching, doubled-over laughter. You watch him carefully trying to figure out of you just broke him.

He calms down after a second and tackles you onto the bed. "I love you so much darlin'." You smile sheepishly and Jake leans down to kiss you.

"You're not mad at me? I punched your father for fucks sake." You frown. Jake looks at you completely bewildered and kisses your cheeks.

"Mad? I've never felt this free. You just did what I've wanted to for years without a moment's hesitation. If anything, I love you even more than I thought possible."

You finally relax and let out a giggle. "It was pretty badass wasn't it?"

Jake rolls off of you and plops onto the bed. "Badass and hot. I knew you loved me but I didn't think you would hit someone over me." He admits and your eyebrows pinch together.

You reach over and cup his jaw, turning his head to face you. "I would do anything for you. You deserve to be protected too."

Jake's eyes soften and he brings your bruised hand up to his lips. "Just for that, we're ordering room service. Whatever you want." You smile and kiss him softly. "I love you." He presses your foreheads together and ghosts his lips over yours. "I love you too."

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to feed your dbh obsession, maybe kara and north headcanons and brainrot? they can be them as individuals or them as a couple. whichever you prefer! enjoy!

ooh! i'll do some random headcanons for them, and then them as a couple. i hope you enjoy it!

kara

✦ kara is the best friend: kara is the friend who will be there for you no matter what. she will absolutely answer those 3 am calls when you’re feeling down while also being willing to come over with a movie and ice cream. even during periods of no communication, kara will check in on you and ensure everything is alright.

✦ kara is more than meets the eye: there is a lot that goes on in that pretty head of hers (duh, she’s an android), but hear me out… she is an android capable of critical thinking and empathy, two processes that can either help or destroy an android. she uses them in balance in all she does, executing her capabilities to their fullest extent while remaining wary, just in case.

✦ kara will do what she does for a good reason: to elaborate on the previous point, there’s a reason for everything that kara does. some of her actions may be questionable (well, depending on how you play her), but she rarely acts on complete impulse. kara is a critical thinker and has thought about all the consequences that would unfold from her actions. she knows there are risks, but she does what she does anyway because she genuinely feels it is the best route. for example, when she asks markus for help to leave town, she heeds his warning and chooses to stay despite what could happen. at least in my game, it worked out (i’m considering her, alice, and luther’s escape to canada to be canon).

✦ domesticity suits kara well: outside of the fact that she is a housekeeper android, i think that the domestic life is one that kara favours—as long as housekeeping is not her sole duty, of course. she thrives on a partnership where responsibilities are divided, and she can fly as high as she wants. she’d like a job outside the house, too, and the thought of someone waiting for her at home pushes her to work even harder. alice is definitely a huge source of motivation for her. kara loves being a maternal figure to alice and would do anything to keep her safe and far away from harm. i also think that kara wouldn’t be opposed to bringing more children into the house.

north

✦ you want north on your side: not only is north loyal, but she is a fierce adversary. she has been through so much, which has only made her stronger. there is no halfway with her; it has to go all the way. and if somebody messes with someone she cares about, there will be hell to pay. don’t fuck with north. at the same time, though, she thrives when she receives the same energy. reciprocation is essential to her, after all.

✦ there is a method to north’s madness: north is very calculated in all she does, and her actions have meaning. she comes from a background where she was just a toy designed for the pleasure of others. it’s crucial for her to make an impact on the world, and she will do whatever it takes to do that. she is more than what she was made for.

✦ north’s lust for violence is understandable: it may seem that north has some insane bloodlust, but think about it. as said before, she comes from a place where she had absolutely no power. all this girl wants is to be in control of her life for once, and i think she deserves that. sure, violence may be her first suggestion, but from her history, she only knows “kill or be killed.” also, her complaining is minimal when pacifist routes are taken. she closed her mouth and proceeded anyway, despite it not being her choice. is it really a lust for violence or a lust for power and control?

✦ north deserves better: there is a trend in these thoughts, which is that north is misunderstood and deserves more than what she’s given. the game framed her as some feral being who hates humans, but i don’t think that’s the case. i think she may be awfully skeptical of them, but hate? again, she only knows “kill or be killed.” it’s them or her, and for once, she’s prioritising her own life. i do think that there is room for north to come around to humankind, though. she may not seem to care so much about human life, but i think she does it as a coping technique—an eye for an eye; humans don’t seem to care about her, so she doesn’t care about them. therefore, if things changed, i do think her mindset would change, too.

kara x north

✦ north always wants the lead, and kara allows it: i don’t think north would do well in a partnership contingent on equal power; i think she thrives in a dominant role. she’ll relinquish some power should her partner desire it, but overall, she wants to be the one in charge. luckily, kara is okay with that and able to adapt to what north wants.

✦ kara is easier to tie down compared to north: kara is more inclined to lead a committed lifestyle than north. north needs freedom, so it is difficult for kara to tie north down, but once it happens, north completely changes. this includes being possessive.

✦ north can get possessive, whereas kara is more chill: north wants what she wants, and when she has it, ra9 forbid anybody who dares take it from her. in a relationship, she can get possessive over her partner–in this case, kara. if anybody tries to flirt with kara, north will rush by her side and work her way into the conversation, making sure that it’s known that kara is with her. meanwhile, kara is more relaxed. she doesn’t get as feral as north might, but there is still a possessive factor there.

✦ overall, kara and north make a powerful duo: where north lacks, kara provides, and vice versa. i am a north defender to the end, but this girl is so bad at being empathetic, especially regarding humans. i’ve already established that kara makes good use of her own empathy, which i feel helps north. at the same time, kara seems almost hesitant when it comes to acts that require ferocity. kara isn’t capable of doing things the hard way, which is something that north excels at. and besides markus, i also think that kara might be able to lead north down a path of learning to live with the humans, at the very least. for kara, i think north can teach her how to be confident in her more challenging choices. there is plenty to teach each other.

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Week in Review: Nov. 19

Hi there! Posting this recap a little later than usual because it was an action-packed weekend and I was a bit off my routine. I hope you had a good week. I’m coming up on a short work week (yay) because of the Thanksgiving holiday, so I’m looking forward to that!

Here's a live look at me only having two days of work this week!

Please indulge me in a quick(ish) story before I get on with the recap. This weekend, we took our daughter to a trampoline park to play (and get her energy out) and while there she made friends with another little girl. They were both playing with something and looked at each other and in an instant they were pals and walked around and bounced together for half an hour.

While I was watching them, it made me think of my time here and the people I’ve met and interacted with. Whether it’s through a reblog, comment, ask, or DM, making friends on here is akin to making friends on the playground (or trampoline park).

It is all so simple when you realize, hey you like this *insert actor, movie, character, very specific gif, etc*? Me too? Now we’re friends. Let’s yell about it! 🙂 In person, I can be reserved and shy, especially when meeting new people, so being on here has all been an exercise in pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I still get so nervous and second-guess myself a lot on here, but I’m going to keep at it because so far it’s brought some laughs, thots, and just overall great conversation to my DMs and beyond.

Ok, now onto the recap and assorted other ramblings…

Fics I read this week:

My TBR list grows and grows - I wish I had more time in the day to read more things. Here’s what I got to this week:

Frankie Morales

Six and a Half Minutes - Frankie’s version by @avastrasposts - Welp, Mel, I can honestly tell you now that when I’m cooking and have a timer on I will be thinking of this.

Javier Peña

Dry Run by @chronically-ghosted - Javi dancing …. The descriptions in this are top-notch!

Joel Miller

Medicine by @goodwithcheese - Like I said in my reblog, my brain short-circuited a bit with a mention of Joel with wet hair, but this was really a beautiful piece!

Dieter Bravo

Thrash Metal and The Bow Tie by @morallyinept I needed a cold shower after Trash Metal. I mean, the header image alone 🫠 and The Bow Tie is a little giflet featuring one of my favorite Pedro red carpet looks.

His Place of Peace by @nerdieforpedro As much as I love a smutty Dieter fic, I’m equally in love with a fluffy one (hi, yes I see Working Title staring me in the face - I haven’t forgotten you).

Benny Miller

Another week of me being absolutely out of my mind feral for this man … I had to channel it with a few one-shots and then some writing of my own.

All I Need by @dameronscopilot - Ok, this one took me on a journey and the smut was smutting on this one for sure.

Ribbed by @mermaidxatxheart - The header graphic for this alone sent me on a bit of a tailspin and then I settled in for a super hot little one-shot.

I also threw an ask over to @musings-of-a-rose and she delivered in spades.

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest Still one chapter behind along with some extras I have on my TBR list!

Posts from the week:

A fun writing challenge popped up that I think is pretty cool! I’ve never written for Javi P before, but if there was ever a time, it is now! Also, check out the awesome header @trulybetty made for it!!

I got my Javi and Joel pencils from by @fuckyeahpaperco! Now there’s more - sticky notes and washi tape!! Mr. Rhoorl may be getting a few links for my Christmas list lol

I got tagged in some fun posts this week. Here’s a little get-to-know-me and an aura quiz.

Feral corner:

Where do I even start … this week was one for the record books and I’m not sure if the feral corner can capture it all.

The Strange Way of Life behind-the-scenes gifsets were almost too much. Like this one and this one. Goodness, I was an absolute mess the day these graced my dash.

It’s hard to pick a top three when it comes to Pedro characters, but this post makes a compelling point for these three.

Young Joel is always on the brain, so this post of just his arms was 🫠 Also, some Young Joel in the morning. If you’re curious about how I picture Counsin Joel in Delta Landscaping, it’s like this.

Some more assorted posts that man me feral: Tim Rockford thots, Black Shirt Javi, a compilation of Pedro boys’ kisses, and Pedro dressed as Dieter sends me. This little moment from The Bubble is just so sweet it almost cured my WT writer’s block.

Garrett Hedlund

Garrett gets his own little spot on the feral corner, because …. Well, I think this post started it all. But then a good Benny gifset always gets me. I still need to watch his new show, thanks to posts like this and this.

Things I watched:

I saw a few things this week - I rewatched Strange Way of Life and still love it. Ugh so good! I was so overwhelmed the first time I saw it, so seeing it again was helpful to pick up on the little things I missed (like Pedro’s tricep).

For a fun throwback, I watched Green Street Hooligans this week. Thank you to @laurfilijames for letting me yell about it. I forgot how much I liked that movie and how hot Charlie Hunnam was in it.

I also went to the movie theater this week to see the new Hunger Games movie. I didn’t read the book, I literally have it sitting next to my desk mocking me because I thought I’d be able to read it before the movie came out. I thought visually the movie was beautiful, but I was a bit confused by the ending. Snow is supposed to be this evil figure in the original trilogy but I didn’t find his turn to be that convincing in this prequel. But maybe it’s because I missed something? I don’t know, the ending felt rushed to me.

Personal Stuff

A month down in my health journey and I’m feeling a lot better! The Thanksgiving holiday will be a big test, but I’m trying to not beat myself up too much and just enjoy it.

I went to a concert this weekend and I had a blast! I really liked Ice Nine Kills before this, but now I’m an even bigger fan. They put on a great show (I loved how campy some of their antics were), and they sound amazing too. Plus, their lead singer isn’t bad on the eyes (again I’m feral AF).

I also finished up my Pedro 2024 desk calendar. I’ll take some pictures when it finally arrives from Shutterfly.

Fic updates:

Gave Frankie some love this week on the latest episode of Delta Landscaping! I was also distracted by Benny this week (and my thots) and put out a Part Two of Are You On Mute. I’ve taken a little writing break, but I miss my characters so I’m hoping to get some writing in this week.

Thank you as always for reading and listening to all of my rambles!

Masterlists

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

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