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halcyone-of-the-sea · 10 months

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I know your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but if I don’t type it somewhere I WILL forget it lol. I’ve been re-binge reading your works and just thought of this…

Civilian reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time. And it’s the whole staring at her bloody shaking hands panic attack what have I done fiasco. And her boyfriend or husband helping her through it and dealing with it all (I can see it with Ghost or Price idk)

But yeah feel free to ignore, I know your requests are closed rn

Love your work! You are so talented!

This has been in my inbox for so long, lmao. Sorry for not answering right away - take a few paragraphs w. soft, worried, Simon in compensation.

Warnings for gore, death, blood, panic attack, etc. F!Reader.

Your body shakes violently, blood dripping down like crimson tears from your hands. The overwhelming sense of dread sits with bullet fragment aggression in the delicate make-up of your psyche.

You weren't meant for this.

Not the blood or the terror. Certainly not the body laying out in the hallway.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp out, shuddering as your throat swells in on itself. Your form had slipped down the wall just across from the door not minutes prior, legs weak and heart pounding like a war call. Now all you can do is stare into the vacant eyes of some random burglar—at the knife you'd stuck in his chest when he'd backed you into Simon's office.

It was a miracle that you remembered where your husband's combat blade had been, seen on some off chance when you'd been cleaning. He tries to keep this all separate, you know.

The blood just keeps slipping out of the corpse. It's a pool now, and you don't know how long you'd been huddled like this until the sounds of rampaging feet and hurried yells of your name bounce off your eardrums.

All you can see is the uncleanable amount of red.

Simon had only gone out to the corner store half an hour ago, getting a quick supper so you both could sit in each other's company. You'd been hesitant to watch him leave so soon after getting home, but he'd sworn he'd only be a few minutes.

None of you had thought too much about the local break-ins. After all, Simon was...well, Simon. And he was home.

S-Simon was home.

There's a loud, barked, curse when the body is discovered, stomping feet that make the entire house shake like it was the epicenter of an earthquake. Your husband's form slashes the front of your vision as he kneels in the blood on the floor. Frantic brown eyes behind his balaclava snap from place to place; taking in the familiar handle and blade in nanoseconds. In his left hand he clutches a pistol, white-knuckled.

But you can't even say anything, because you're as still as stone—breathing in concrete as the gravel shreds your vocal cords and trachea. Reality slips in quick streaks of color as Simon's face flashes into the open doorway.

He sees your wide eyes with a mirroring of his own, bone-deep fear striking in his head with a heated pulse.

"Love!" Simon's rushing to you. Your body can't help but startle back, spine shoving into the wall; fingers still saturated and stained.

Inside your chest, your lungs jerk in a strained whimper.

Your husband freezes, one foot ahead with his widened legs as he fights his mind to rush to you and take you into his arms. Simon puts the gun away with little thought to look for more assailants—all that matters is you.

And you looked terrified.

"Hey," hands reach up to this balaclava, slipping the fabric off as he kneels down slowly to one leg. He tosses it to the floor and you try to focus on the strength of his jaw; those scars and pale hairs as your eyes well with tears. A delicate sob builds. "Hey, now. It's just me, alright?"

Simon speaks softly, hands splayed out and a few feet from you. He wishes to hold you tightly but refrains even as his chest tightens at not being able to calm you. The man can't stand that look on your face.

Your fingers curl into shivering fists, "Simon," you cry, finally able to get a solid word out even if it sounds slurred and ragged.

It's all the permission your husband needs.

Simon jerks forward and takes you up into his large arms; the wide encompassing of his palm on the back of your head and the other circling your waist. He angles you away from the body as he glares into it with hatred and vile curses, hissing venom.

When he found the door busted off its hinges, he'd never felt so panicked. Even now as you release a small wail into his neck Simon's heart races, breath coming in short puffs.

"You're alright, Sweetheart. You're alright. I'm right 'ere." You sag into him, grabbing at his leather jacket with nails digging into the brown material. Simon nuzzles his nose into your scalp, muscles tense, "Breathe, it's over."

All you can focus on is Simon's scent, his words. They're the only thing keeping you from oblivion. Eventually, as your husband rocks you back and forth, you can gasp enough air down to push away the black at the sides of your vision.

"That's right," he whispers, gritting his teeth. "Good girl, keep focusin' on me, yeah? You're doin' perfect." Simon doesn't care about the blood or the screams of sirens in the distance.

For the first time in his life, he doesn't care if someone else happens to see his face.

Your husband pulls his head back and shifts his hold to your cheeks, angling your runny and chilled face upwards. He grits his teeth and his eyes bleed with concern; fear.

"...He do anything?" You can only make out half the words as the sounds all huddle together in a ringing tone, but you shake your head in small flinches. Lips find your forehead—heated and firm. Muttered words. "Did so good, Love, I'm so proud of you. S'not your fuckin' fault, you hear?"

Sniffling, you only whimper once more before lips kiss away your tears; thumbs coming up after to swipe at the remnants. Curling over you, this beast—defined so often as ruthless and deadly—shields you from the image of the man you'd killed in self-defense like a demon of smoke and ash. Holding you as if he can make everything else disappear.

After all, you weren't meant for this. You were meant for your soft skin and your loving eyes. Everything else that Simon tied himself to you for—goodness.

"Simon," you gasp again and shove your face into his chest. For the life of you, you can't say anything else. He knows what you mean.

"I'm here," he repeats. Caressing the back of your head, his hand tenses and softens with leaving adreanaline. "Nothin'll happen to you again. It's all gonna be alright."

You believe him.

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hellodarling1357 · 4 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello!!! Part 3 is finalllyyyyy here, I’m so sorry for the wait. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but the next part should (hopefully) be up soon.

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2 ✨

Enjoy and let me know what you think 🥰

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Your feet stumbled as you came to an abrupt halt, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair walking along the other side of the river.

The male you had let yourself believe you had a chance with, and the female, Evalina, who was clearly his perfect match.

Cassian and Evalina had been together almost two decades ago before their relationship was ripped to shreds by such a monumental fight that no one had dared asked Cassian what had caused it.

Although you had been concerned for Cassian during the fallout, you couldn’t help the guilt-ridden joy that coursed through you at the thought of Evalina no longer being around.

It seems, however, you were wrong.

Embarrassment washed over you as you realised this is what Cassian would’ve wanted to talk to you about this morning; he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying and, oh, by the way, Evalina is back in the picture.

“Y/N?”

Mor pulled you from your thoughts, her eyes tracking over to see what had you stopping, causing her to let out a sigh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to keep moving.

“Come on. Let’s skip dinner and get you nice and drunk.”

You wouldn’t argue with that.

*****

“Hello ladies, welcome, welcome,” A handsome fae male greeted as you stepped inside the cozy wine bar. “How can I help you today? Table for two?”

You let Mor answer and guide you to your seat, too caught up in self pity to say anything to the male.

“Now,” He said with a clap of his hands and a dazzling smile. “My name is Bryn, owner of this establishment and your server for today. We are fairly new here and are missing a few shipments so our drinks list is somewhat limited, but I’ll do my best. What were you both after?”

Mor shot you a glance but you were preoccupied with looking out the window, torturing yourself by trying to catch a glance of where Cassian and Evalina might have gone.

“Just a bottle of wine please,” Another glance in your direction had Mor adding, “And two shots of vodka”

With a chuckle, Bryn took your menus and promised to be right back with your drinks.

“So,” You glanced back at Mor as she spoke, knowing your face was the picture of misery but unable to bring yourself to care. “Are you finally going to admit to me that you’re head over heels in love with Cassian, or do I have to keep pretending not to notice?”

You let out a groan and placed your head on the table.

A soft “ahem” caused you to jump up, cheeks flushing, as you realised Bryn had just arrived with two shot glasses.

You gave him a sheepish look and muttered a quick “thanks”, kicking Mor under the table as she laughed at you and your clearly broken heart.

Downing the shot, you glared back at Mor before reaching across the table and downing her shot as well.

“Hey!” Mor grumbled as you slammed the glass down.

Before you could respond, Bryn appeared again, bottle of clear liquid in hand.

“Looks like you might need this,” he said as he filled up both glasses again. “It’s on the house.”

Mor quickly grabbed her glass back before you could finish both of them off again.

With a sigh you pushed your now-empty shot glass towards the middle of the table.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“Does Cassian know?” If he knew it would make the whole mess of a situation so much worse.

“I don’t know, Y/N. But I’m not sure if—“

You were hardly listening to what she was saying as you replayed the past 24 hours and the emotional roller coaster you had endured.

“I feel so stupid,” Mor stared back at you in silence, giving you a small smile that encouraged you to continue. “Last night, once we got back, we were just arguing back and forth, just about dumb things, and then he said…he was drunk, really drunk, but he said he loved me.”

Two wine glasses were placed in front of you and you graciously took a sip, unable to bring yourself to meet Mor’s eye.

“He said he loved me, and…I don’t know, I passed it off as him being drunk and just being him. But then, before he went to bed, he said it again, and the way he looked at me…,” You let out a heavy sigh before taking another sip of wine. “I just feel so stupid for letting myself think, hope, that it was real and that he actually meant it. But then this morning he wanted to talk, and now that Evalina is back in the picture…” You trailed off, still trying to piece your thoughts together.

Mor was silent for a moment as she turned over all you had said. It didn’t make any sense. She had seen you and Cassian together, the way you looked at one another, the joking and back-and-forth banter, the way both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except yourselves. But maybe she had been wrong…

“It might not be what you think it is,” Mor finally said. “Maybe just give yourself a couple of days, get some distance from him so you can sort out your own thoughts. Then we’ll work it out.”

Giving her a small smile, you nodded in response before changing the topic.

“Enough about me,” A sly smile spread across your face. “Will your friend from last night be joining us at Starfall this year?”

*****

You didn’t need to try too hard at avoiding Cassian over the next few days. Despite the upcoming celebrations, your workload remained never ending, allowing you only fleeting greetings as you crossed paths with one another.

As luck would have it, the week before Starfall, Rhys sent Cassian to Illyria to look into some rumoured wing clippings that had started springing up across some of the smaller camps. Although you missed him and worried about your friend whilst he was away, you found a sense of relief filling you as you were no longer having to hide away to avoid him.

You knew you would have to talk it out eventually, but for now you let yourself ignore the emotional turmoil and instead focused on the upcoming Starfall celebrations.

*****

You were just adding the finishing touches to your makeup when there was a knock on your door, followed by Mor letting herself in, not waiting for you to answer.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled at your friend in the mirror as you swiped some blush over your other cheek.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She greeted as she passed you a generously filled glass of wine before setting herself down in one of the armchairs.

“Says you, you look absolutely stunning.” Mor just brushed off your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“Well go on, let’s see the dress. Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Taking a sip of wine, you walked over to your changing room, haphazardly throwing your silk robe onto the floor as you donned your Starfall dress.

Despite yourself, and the whirlwind the past two weeks had been, you couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. The distance from Cassian had helped you sort through your racing thoughts and allowed you to compose yourself enough to act as though nothing had changed.

Cassian had been delayed at one of the war camps and, according to Mor, had only returned to Velaris a few hours ago. Having been locked away with Rhys upon his return to go over his reports, and then with you spending the better part of the day bathing and getting yourself ready, you were yet to actually see him.

With a sigh you brushed out the skirt of your dress before grabbing your shoes and heading back out to the main part of your bedroom where Mor was waiting.

“I told you it was the perfect dress.” Mor squealed excitedly at the sight of you.

Grinning back at her, you quickly slid into your shoes before doing a final check over. You could feel your nerves start to flutter at the thought of seeing Cassian again, most likely with Evalina by his side if the other night was anything to go off.

With a final deep breath, you picked up your wine glass and turned to Mor.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

*****

The echo of music and excited chatter flowed down the hallway as the two of you headed towards the crowd. A quick glance around the room told you Cassian was yet to join and you felt your tension somewhat ebbing away as you and Mor headed over to where Rhys, Azriel, and Amren stood.

You lost yourself in the music and just being able to enjoy the night with your friends, your worries from earlier were long gone, the multiple drinks you had consumed definitely playing a helpful factor.

Noticing everyone’s glasses were getting low, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar to get the next round.

Patiently waiting for a tray of five glasses, you leant against the wall and watched the party before you in a contented silence. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you were also keeping an eye out for a certain red-siphoned Illyrian who you had yet to spot.

“Well you’re definitely looking better compared to the last time I saw you.”

You startled at the fae male who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hi…” You trailed off, giving him an apologetic smile. He definitely looked familiar but you couldn’t place where you had met.

“Bryn.” He laughed. “You and your friend visited my bar the other week. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering me, seemed like you had quite a bit on your mind.” He finished with a wink at your clearly embarrassed expression as you thought back to your sorry state that night.

“Bryn, of course. How are you? How’s business?”

Shooting you another grin, he excitedly said, “Oh, it’s really great. Been pretty busy so that’s keeping me busy, but I do love it. We have a similar establishment in the Dawn Court but my partner is originally from here so we decided it was time to move back. Actually…would you excuse me? I believe one of the guests over there dabbles in the selling of fine wines…”

You blinked in response to his faced paced chatter and his sudden retreating figure, shaking your head a bit with a chuckle at what felt like the conversation equivalent of whiplash.

“Miss…” A voice called out, “Your drinks.”

Turning back to the bar, you hurried over for the tray, offering a gracious smile before heading into the throng of people to where your friends stood.

“Well you took your time, did someone catch your eye?” You rolled your eyes at Mor’s teasing as the others chuckled and thanked you for the drinks.

“Actually,” you started, giving Mor a dismissive look when she excitedly perked up. “Bryn, the owner of that new bar we went to the other week, is here, he was just telling me how it was all going. Here, someone hold this, I’m just going to take the tray back.”

You handed your glass off to Azriel before weaving your way back towards the bar. You waved at Bryn as you passed, who was now animatedly talking to who you assumed was the wine seller.

Movement behind you and the sudden call of your name had you looking around, your heart dropping as you were suddenly stood in front of Cassian and Evalina.

You gaped for a moment before quickly collecting yourself and plastering on a smile.

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “You’re back.”

Cassian gave you a soft smile, opening his mouth to say something but Evalina cut in.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you. Cauldron, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” You stiffened as she locked her arm around Cassian’s, a smirk gracing her features. “Can you believe that I’ve finally found my mate?”

And there it was.

You felt the blood rush to your head, the surrounding sounds of the party becoming a distant murmur as your body tensed and eyes went wide.

Her mate. Cassian was her mate, and she was his, and…

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cassian’s concerned voice had everything rushing back into focus.

You blinked up at him, cursing yourself for the burning sensation as tears welled in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you should be happy for him, for them. But you couldn’t muster the energy to pretend anymore, not as you felt your heart break into a million little pieces.

Ignoring Cassian’s question and the bewilderment on Evalina’s face, you turned on the spot and walked away.

*****

Sorry… 👀

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klausysworld · 10 months

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Can you write human!witch!reader and yandere! Klaus and hes in his rut or breeding season , also where reader is Gothic but kinda shy so when she is horny, Klaus can smell it, but she loves his wolf form, so he reads her mind and decides to ask her about it, and because of that he ends up knotting her multiple times in one night.

(For those of you who couldn’t tell from the ask THIS WILL CONTAIN WOLF SMUT so like go away if it’ll make you uncomfortable. Okay love you, enjoy ;))

Ruining her

Klaus ran his hands down his lovers arms gently as she leant back against his chest. His nose brushed over the side of her neck as his lips pressed soft kisses as he moved along to her shoulder and back.

His fangs and canines elongated in his mouth and his arms circled round her to press her ass against his hard on. Her skirt was so tiny he could see her plump ass perfectly, only her fishnet tights giving her the bear minimum coverage and her thing not helping at all.

His cock was so fucking desperate to be buried deep inside her, he could feel himself throbbing under his jeans as she bent forward to grab a chip from the bowl on the table in-front of them.

He moved forward with her and pressed his lips to her back, he kissed up her spine slowly while listening to her heart patter away in her chest. Her cropped jumper was easy to push up as his hands slid up her torso to squeeze her generously filled bra cups. His crotch ground against her behind as his forehead rest against her back.

He could hear her breathing getting heavier as he knew his was too. Her arousal flooded his senses as he basically humped her like a horny dog wolf. Within seconds he had her pressed right against the couch cushions while rubbing all up on her with his face in the back of her neck.

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Klaus was never ready for the full hit of his rut. He always underestimated just how powerful it was and how hungry he got for her.

He would sell his soul to have her on all fours, bent right down for him to mount her. He just wanted to fuck her until she was so worn out she couldn’t function. He wanted to knot her until she already looked pregnant with his babies.

But really he wanted to have her in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

He could still remember the first time he showed her his wolf form, how astonished she was by how huge he was. He knew he was many times the size of just any only wolf, and he loved how he could peer down at her like she were his prey.

Having her soft hands reach up to touch his face and run her fingers over his dagger like teeth. Seeing how her lips parted in amazement and her eyes search his frame. The breathless whisper of his name she gave as though she weren’t sure it was him, as if she hadn’t watched him turn just moments ago.

What he hadn’t exactly expected was the addictive scent of her desire for him.

But once he caught it, he couldn’t help but test just how much she liked him like that. So turning became a more regular occurrence for him, loving how she would curl up so his body could trap her in. He would listen to her shallow breaths as dirty little things filled her head. He would lick the area between her neck and shoulder and watch as she bit down on her lower lip to quieten herself.

It only made his rut that much harder to contain when the recurring dream of having her absolutely destroyed with his claws tearing their bed to shreds and the power of his thrusts nearly knocking her out. And what made his obsession with it fall over the edge was knowing that she wanted it too. Even if she wouldn’t admit it yet, he always knew what she needed and he would always provide.

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Klaus couldn’t help the way his nails formed claws and sunk into her shoulders, he could feel his need for her rising by the second.

“I need to have you” he whispered lowly to her and she nodded

“You do have me” she told him while arching her back to present her ass all the more better for him.

“I need you.” He whispered again while breaking the skin of her shoulders making her let out a high moan.

“Then have me” she breathed

“Love…” he murmured, still grinding up against her “I need you in so many ways”

“You can do whatever you like Klaus, I’ll always help your rut, let you finish inside me again if you like?” She offered while looking over her shoulder to him.

“Oh I will sweetheart, I’m gonna fill you up till you’re drunk on my cum” his voice was deep and gravely as he spoke, his eyes near obsidian as he looked to hers. Her arousal multiplied as she looked at his expression and she couldn’t help but imagine how he would look with his jet black fur to match them.

“Klaus…” she mumbled as she slowly pushed herself up and him off of her making a growl vibrate through his chest. Her face was flushed red and he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. His hand grabbed hers as she went to push herself up from the sofa. He pulled her back to him and brought her palm to his jeans, pressing it against his hard on making her breathing stutter and her brows pull together.

“I know what you want” he whispered “I want to as well” he felt her fingers curve to squeeze his balls lightly through his clothes “you’re gonna be such a good girl” he muttered “just take your little outfit off and go get ready for me in our room okay?” His eyes remained on hers seeing the nervousness and excitement rise in her. “Can you do that my love? Are you ready for that?”

She nodded with that same dumbstruck expression on her pretty face as he stroked her cheek and kissed her lips gently. “I’ll be right up alright?” She nodded again and one side of her mouth curled up as he leant forward to brush his lips over her ear “I’m going to ruin you sweetheart”

The second he stood up away from her she let out a breath she hand realised she was holding before reality hit her and she ran up to their bedroom.

Her clothes were off in the matter of seconds and she was checking herself in the mirror. Claw marks already in her shoulder and her pussy pulsing while her wetness spread to her thighs and sticking them together. She wiped her inner thighs a little before pulling the duvet off of the bed and onto the leather couch that wait against the wall.

She sat on her knees against the bed sheets on top the mattress, her heart was pounding and her teeth held to lower lip up as she began to doubt herself.

Though her thoughts were cut short when the sound of his heavy paws approached the door.

She sucked in a breath as he walked in. She could never get over how magnificent he looked. The pure strength his body must hold was extraordinary and her lips always parted in disbelief at the sight.

His tail wagged low to the ground and he kicked the door shut and steps onto the bed, the mattress sinking under him. He made sure to be slow as he got closer to make sure she was definitely up for it.

He could hear her swallow thickly through her nerves as he towered over her even as he sat before her. Her eyes dragged down his front to his growing pink dick that stood gaining every ounce of her attention. Her mouth watered significantly at the sheer thickness of it as it just kept getting bigger before her.

He let out a rumble to try tear her attention away but her focus was locked in. He bent his neck brown to lick over the wounds on her shoulder making her shudder and lean her head against his chest and stare down at his cock which she assumed, and hoped for her sake that was fully erect and would had finished growing.

“Oh my god” she whispered and although she wasn’t looking at him, a smirk pulled at his face and his paw moved up to push her down.

She went down without any hesitation, her hot breath ghosting his tip making him growl lowly in anticipation. Her tongue gave a tentative lick before a breathy moan left her lips at the taste and her lips were wrapped around it within a second.

His claws scratched lightly at her skin as she sucked hungrily at him, her tongue darted out to rub at his slit. She was too entranced to feel the pain of her mouth being stretched as he somehow got even larger in both thickness and length while in her mouth. His eyes shut as she swallowed around him and pushed herself further down his dick.

His paw curled down to hold the back of her head, forcing himself deeper into her throat and loving how she choked on him. He ached in her soft little mouth as his hips thrust upward making her gag and cough around him but ultimately giving no attempt to pull off him. He looked down to see her eyes nearly in the back of her head as she guzzled him like whore.

He licked his lips as he brought his other paw to hold her down, shoving nearly all of him down her throat had her face nearly purple without oxygen. Begrudgingly he let her pull back for air, though she was soon back on him and sucking him down.

His tail batted against the bed seeing her so hungry for him. He breathed in deeply, a wave of her slick hitting him in full force.

He felt the growing desire to himself inside her. To have her mewling and whining like a desperate slut. After another blissful moment of her mouth before pushing her back onto the mattress, much to her dismay apparently as she whined and tried her hardest to sit up and suck him off some more.

He would have laughed if he could but for now he needed to have her. She was so fucking desperate for him, he would never turn back if this was how she behaved.

Her eyes trailed back up his frame as she gave in and laid still beneath him. He was so big, in every aspect, she didn’t want to be in control. She wanted him to do anything he wanted with her, and if he wanted her to lay down then she would.

He hummed in approval at her quick turn of submission, seeing that glossy effect over eyes as she gazed up at him like he were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. He pulled his paw down her front leisurely, his claws lightly pressing down against her skin creating a pleasant sting and light pink lines down her chest and abdomen.

His tongue shortly follows the marks, licking up from her hip to her neck. His eyes stayed on hers, pupils dilated as she watched his long tongue dance over her body.

“Klaus…” she whispered with a breath.

He growled softly as he lowered himself down so his chest hover just over hers, his fur brushing against her as they breathed in sync. Her hands rose to stroke his face gently, her eyes glancing to his lips with a hint of hesitation. His tail swayed lightly through the air as he licked her cheek and then her jaw, his sharp teeth gently nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck to make her whimper and have her hands in his fur.

He could hear the pulse in her cunt as she tugged at his coat. He nipped his way down to her belly listening to her sounds grow needier and her hands get rougher.

“Please Klaus, please” she whispered in a chant, the plea rolled of her tongue with ease and her eyes held so much need in them he could only laugh in his head as he moved a little lower. Her legs opened without a second thought and her hands were pulling at him desperately, whispered begs repeatedly given to him.

He pressed his muzzle to her soft tight pussy, listening to her gasp and letting his tongue slither out to taste her. “Oh dear god” she whispered as he licked over her folds and clit at a slow, dragged out pace. He had imagined this moment in his head a hundred times over but never had he realised how much stronger she would taste. His senses were his greatest privilege and he took advantage of it as much as possible. He had already felt how much more sensitive he was to her wet hot mouth, then how strong her arousal was and now this? He couldn’t wait to get her on all fours.

The more he thought about it, the more effort he was subconsciously putting into his work. He had been in a daze while he passionately buried his snout in her cunt. Only when her loud cry filled his head did he realise how furiously he was lapping at her. Her chest was pushed up and her nails were dug right into the scruff of his neck.

He gave a few more licks before pulling back. Her legs went limp either side of his head as she let her ragged breathing try to even out. Not that she had much a change before he was pushing her up. His teeth grabbing onto her arm to pull her up making her whimper and sit up.

A deep bark left his throat as he rounded her, getting behind her to give her a hint which she got and looked at him nervously. He nodded his head to her in encouragement and urged her onto her knees.

“Oh..kay…” she whispered moving into his desired position “is..is this…?” She began but let out a squeak as she felt his claws in her hips, pulling her back to him and propping her ass up better. A portion of his weight was against her as he brought himself on top of her, his back legs holding himself up enough so she didn’t feel heavier than she was. He growled to himself as he shuffled against her to slip himself between her legs.

He looked down to see try see what he was doing but only found himself that much more desperate seeing her dripping little pussy shining back at him as she spread her arms out and lay her head and chest against the mattress. He could see and feel his dick growing more eager as her hand moved between them to help guide him inside her.

The loud moan she let out was euphoric to hear, almost as magical as the feeling of his fat cock being shoved inside her.

“Oh god, oh god” she whimpered, her tiny tight hole was barely fitting his tip inside her let alone any more of him. He was stuffing her full of him, inch by inch, his ears twitching at the straight up pornographic sounds she was producing.

He bucked his hips up to sheath himself deeper inside her, the cry she gave was only encouragement. His mind was spinning at the situation they were in. Her plushy walls held onto him so deliciously he was panting beyond relief, his tongue out of his mouth as he got a good grip on her before thrusting his hips at a bruising pace.

She gave no effort to quieten herself as she cried out for more and more. No dreams would ever amount to the real thing, it was like he was on every inch of her body. His hips rutted to hers in a frenzy, the intensity of the breeding season smacking him in the face full force.

He could feel himself swelling at the base of his cock, his knot forming making him let out deep grunts as his claws tore at the sheets beneath them and then at her shoulders, her hips, her back. And she relished in ever pain filled tear of her skin, the adrenaline flowing through her body as she strained as far as she would ever be able to so he could force his knot inside her.

“Oh fucking hell Klaus” she yelled as it swelled inside her. He fucked it in and out her several more times to hear her cry and moan until he found himself unable to pull out and spilling all inside her, not that their was anymore space to fill. Her eyes rolled back as it overflowed out of her and his dick continue to throb inside her. Thinking wasn’t something she could even want to do as she was overcome with the need to please him, to be bred my him and hold his pups.

A full two minute of them both remaining still as he pumped his load into her until she felt heavy with him cum, he was able to get out of her only to have not softened at all.

He backed off of her to see her covered in their mess, he wasn’t sure when she had orgasmed but by the scent and looks of it, it was more than once.

He bent his head down to lick a long swipe up her soaked cunt, savouring the flavour of them both box together as she moaned hoarsely and her body rocked to meet his luscious long tongue. He moved his way from the hood of her clit to the top of her ass, rubbing and rolling his tongue at every opportunity until she was releasing even more for him to eat up.

He only stopped when she crawled away from his mouth and knelt up in-front on him on unstable legs. Sweat covering her forming a desirable glow to outline her body as she grabbed a hairband from the dresser and tied her messed up hair back.

She looked back to him with her lips still parted in heavy pants as she pressed her lips to his, the hesitation completely gone from either of them as she moan around his tongue and her hands pulled at his fur so hard he stumbled on top of her. Her back hit the mattress and her back stuck to the sheets but neither of them could care less.

It wasn’t long at all before her legs were clinging to his waist while his solid dick shoved back inside her. Somewhat easier this time but still with struggle.

She pulled away from his face and squeezed her eyes shut. Klaus felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Seeing her face scrunch up and twist on all versions of pleasure and pain had him bucking into her once again making her moan out and grab onto him

“Mm Klaus just- oh shit- just get it all in” she whined and he did just that, getting as much as he could inside her before rocking just a few inches back and forth to keep as much of him clasped inside her as possible. His body was boiling against hers as they shook the bed with each movement, his breath hit her neck repeatedly making her head tilt back for his teeth to nip and bite at the skin.

He groaned loudly as he pounded into her again and again, he pulled his head away from her neck too look down at her. Poor thing was barely breathing as she hid her face in his fluffy chest and huffed his scent like a drug addict.

He lowed down so his forearms were either side of her head while her hips thrust up and his rocked to meet each other’s at a mind blowing speed. The bed creaked and if Klaus were honest, he aimed to break it just through force of it smacking against the wall.

He could feel how her walls quivered around his dick as he continuously stroked his tip along her cervix until it was bruised and tears flew down her face in a balance of bliss and suffering.

“I love you Klaus” she whispered and that snapped him, he was fucking in and out of her as though his life depended on it.

He was so glad nobody was home, he can only image how this could look. This was something he would keep special for her and only her, he trusted her and he loved her in ways he wasn’t aware he could. And he knew she trusted him just as much if not more, so much that she let him, wanted him to do this to her. To basically treat her like a doll while she screamed and cried for him to breed her.

And just that he would do. Stuff her full of his children and look after her while she carries them. The amount of dreams he’s had of her with her belly all swollen while he stroked her hair and feels their baby kick.

Every thought and possibility filled his mind as he locked inside her again and flooded her with his knot. The loud screams of his name were enough for him to know just how much she needed this too.

Once pulled out he allowed her a moment to breathe, his mouth gently cleaning her up before he pulled the pillow under her head to give her some support. He could sense her aching pain and bruised insides and as much as he wished he could say he felt awful, he just wanted to fuck her until she passed out and he had to stop.

“Klaus” she rasped, her hands pulling him to her “you know I love you” she murmured while kissing his head “and I’m gonna let you do anything you desire until my body can’t take it anymore”

He gave a soft growl of approval and nuzzled the side of her face. “Anything at all” she whispered looking him in the eye and he knew that the night was truly beginning…

(It’s not like overly descriptive mainly because I just wasn’t sure on it yet?? I don’t know like I do like it more than I thought I would and will definitely write something similar/better in the future. If you have some suggestions hit me, it’s a new area for me at the minute so hopefully it’s still working for yah ;) but yeah, love you all lots)

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!

he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)

i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi

tw incest, dubcon, codependency

He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.

When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.

And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.

“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”

He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.

Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.

“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.

But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”

#tw.incest #bachira meguru #bachira smut #bllk smut #bachira x reader #blue lock smut #bllk.txt #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.bachira

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klausinamarink · 3 months

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The Only Sounds Are His Heart and Music

rating: T | cw: mentions of Vecna nightmares and near-death experience | wc: 893 | tags: established relationship, canon divergence, hurt/comfort | prompt: Love is the perfect mixtape/Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

written for @steddielovemonth

Heavy silence filled the trailer, not even the barking of the neighbours' dogs or the rattling winds dared to break inside. It was as if all sounds from the outside world had been snuffed out, putting the residents into a solitary confinement room. It would've been unnerving if the Steve wasn't pressing his ear against Eddie's chest where his heart thudded loudly.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Eddie was still alive.

Steve swallowed another lump down his throat, wincing slightly as he did. When Eddie had gone white-eyed and later floated in the air, Steve screamed so loud out he nearly shredded his throat. He had no idea how much it hurt to speak until after the music worked and Wayne Munson demanded an explanation for his nephew's apparent possession that when Steve had tried to explain, barely a wheezing sob came out. Dustin and the other kids had taken over as storytellers of the Upside Down while Steve held a heaving Eddie in his hold.

Eddie was breathing normally now as if he was sleeping. But Steve knew from his tense body that Eddie was still wide awake. His fingers kept twitching from squeezing Steve's biceps to twisting the wires of his headphones where Dio's Hungry For Heaven blared out to gripping the blankets around them. It was close to his usual manic energy but more subdued. Terrified as if everything he touched was even real.

Whoever the hell this Vecna guy was, Steve was ready bash his brains out with his nail bat.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-babump.

Eddie's heartbeat stayed the same but Steve caught the moment it started to quicken. Steve squeezed his arms around Eddie's torso and nuzzled his face against the chest. He wanted to kiss his boyfriend so badly but Steve couldn't bare to let go and let the sound of his heart vanish from his functional ear.

He felt Eddie shuddering out a breath before his arms began to wrap around Steve's shoulders. Eddie sniffed and pressed his face on the top of Steve's head.

Nestled between them, Hungry For Heaven faded away but the Walkman kept whirring. And then, very clearly, Eddie My Love by The Chordettes started playing.

Steve blinked down at the Walkman with a mix of confusion and bubbling fear. He knew that Lucas was the one who managed to snagged the right tape to save Eddie during the panic, but for a terrifying moment, he wondered if Lucas made a mistake. "What the-"

He looked up when he heard Eddie snorting. For the first time since he had safely fell back to the ground, Eddie was cracking a smile. "I thought Vecna was going to snatch me again when that played after Dio. Turns out that it's my second favourite song." He lifted the Walkman up to the streams of the moonlight so Steve could peer closely at the cassette's label. His heart leapt up to his throat when he recognized the tiny heart doodles over his own handwriting.

Eddie's VERY METAL Mixtape

The whoosh of air escaping Steve's lips might've been a sigh or some poor attempt of a laugh. Either way, relief flowed from him, top to bottom. He dropped his head onto Eddie's chest again, almost headbutting the chin. "Jesus" he murmurs soft enough that it doesn't agitate his throat, "we should give Sinclair a fruit basket."

"A truck full of them. Freshly produced from sweet Alabama." Eddie adds cheekily.

They chuckle together before falling back to silence, barely accompanied by the faint vocals.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Steve waits for another minute before he breaks it with a quiet question, "Are you okay, Eds?"

It's a stupid question, but Steve just wanted to hear his honesty. No person can handle the massive guilt of letting Chrissy Cunningham go home after a little freakout over the drug she wanted, only for her body to be broken beyond recognition by an unseen force in front of her parents, or be tormented alone by painful headaches and nightmares before nearly dying, or the sudden revelation that your secret boyfriend and his little gaggle of kids have been fighting monsters of an alternate dimension for years.

Eddie gave out a drawn-out sigh before he answers, "Not really. Feeling like shit but I can't sleep."

The Chordettes come to a sweet end before being inappropriately followed up by Black Sabbath's Die Young. It made Steve shrivel on the inside. He wished he could pummel his past self for including that song in the tape. But if Eddie was bothered, he didn't show it. Still-

"You're going to fine." Steve whispers harshly. His face is close up to Eddie now, his hand pressing against the other man's heart. "As long as you keep listening to our tape, we're gonna figure out to kick Vecna's ass. You will live."

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Eddie's eyes glistened. Steve flipped the both of them over, careful not to crush the Walkman, allowing Eddie much more room to crawl further up and bury himself into Steve's tight embrace. Eddie's face pressed into Steve's neck, already soaking his skin with tears. It doesn't bother Steve at all. His hands rubbed his boyfriend's back in smoothing circles. Steve brought his mouth to Eddie's temple first before moving to his ear, quietly repeating "you will live" over and over.

Steve prayed for it to be true.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

#klaus writes #steddie #stranger things #steddielovemonth

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Same Old, Same Old

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (so much angst, no happy ending really, alcohol consumption/abuse, talks of killing/death, arguments/breakups)

wc: 1k

a/n: this whole album by the civil wars is joel core but this song specifically made me yearn for angsty joel. hope you’re just as sad as i am!! 🫶🏼

joel masterlist

'Cause do I love you // Oh, I do // And I'm going to 'til I'm gone // But if you think that I can stay in this // Same old, same old // Well, I don't

It was cold this morning, the body laying beside you in your dusty, threadbare sheets doing little to add any warmth.

Joel had retreated internally again, something during one of his trips outside the confines of Jackson apparently striking a tender nerve that he refused to let you attempt to soothe.

You knew who he was when you met him in the town bar, his dark eyes hiding an even darker soul behind them, but you didn’t care, you liked him not in spite of his past, but because of it. He was not a man you worried you’d lose to the monsters, both infected and not—he’d fought plenty to get this far and you knew he’d fight again if he had to. You liked the way he only spoke when he had something of value to say, never being one for small talk yourself. And when Joel smiled—not that it was a common occurrence, at least not lately—it almost felt as though he was taking you back in time, to somewhere safer, somewhere more fit for something as luxurious as the love you felt for him since the first time he spoke to you.

Now, after a year of sharing his bed and trying to crack the code to his head, you struggled more and more to find a reason to stay here in this cold house that he never decorated, it’s dark walls closing in on you day after day.

Perhaps it was the past that you stayed for.

Joel hadn’t always been this cold and distant. In the early days, he was shy and hesitant to make a friend, but he carried a new-found hope inside that allowed you to get your foot in the door. Maybe it was the newness of Jackson, or the little girl he’d adopted as his own that gave him the courage to pursue something with you, taking initiative to find you out around town, always under the guise of lending a helping hand. You welcomed him with open arms, having waited a lifetime to find a man like him—strong and protective and soft when you needed him to be, but only for you.

The two of you were attached at the hip for a long time, always pawing at each other and sneaking off to whatever private room you could find. Tommy liked to joke that it must be you doing all the work because he doubted Joel could manage anything at 56, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Joel was a capable man in every aspect of the word, putting every other man you’d ever had to shame with the simple touch of his hand.

Joel used to be present, he used to laugh and kiss and talk to you. But these days, the only person he spoke to was his brother and Ellie, and even they’d come to you with worries over his sudden change in attitude.

You believe it all started when he began going out on patrol as a request from Maria—a request you tried not to hate her for making. The changes didn’t happen overnight, either. Slowly, he started to pull away, choosing to stay out drinking with Tommy after a long shift rather than coming home for the dinner you and Ellie prepared together. Then, he started not to come home at all, instead choosing to crash on Tommy’s couch while you sat up all night in your lonely bed worrying if he found someone else, someone with the shine of newness that he could find comfort in.

Sitting up, you ran your palms over your exhausted and sleep-deprived face before turning to look at his back, watching him as he snored, unbothered and at peace. You began to resent him for not caring, for not being torn to shreds but the wedge he forced between the two of you. After all, there was only one explanation for his peace in all of this turbulence—he simply must not care about this relationship the way you did.

Thinking yourself sick, you climbed out of bed and made no effort to quiet your movements as you got ready for a shift at the garden, allowing your boots to clunk against the hard wood, the door to slam as you walked in and out of the bathroom, the pans to clank as you prepared yourself breakfast. If you weren’t going to be well rested because of this, neither was he.

It seemed to work, Joel’s heavy footsteps descending the staircase to find you eating alone at the kitchen table, no food or coffee left over for him.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, feigning ignorance. Joel narrowed his sleep-crusted eyes on you before shaking his head and rubbing a palm over his face.

“You startin’ this early?” he replied, walking over to brew a fresh pot of coffee and put some bread in the toaster. “Ever think it’d be nice for us to have a mornin’ without you pickin’ a fight?”

“No,” you replied, letting your fork clank against your plate as you immediately lost your appetite. “Fighting is the only time you fucking speak to me anymore, so I’m going to continue to pick these little fucking fights, Joel.”

“Jesus,” he sighed, turning back around to face you, his frame leaning against the counter behind him. “I’ve just been…stressed. No need to get your feelin’s hurt over it. It’s got nothin’ to do with us.”

“Doesn’t it?” you shouted. “I’m supposed to be your person, Joel. I’m supposed to be here for you—I’m trying to be here for you. But you’d rather drink yourself unconscious than speak to me.”

“And what am I supposed to say?” he shouted back, his voice booming off the walls in a way that yours never could. “I kill people. Every day. How am I supposed to come to you with that? How am I supposed to lay that down in your lap and ask you to untangle the goddamn knots in my mind?”

“I want to help!” you cried, your anger now turning to tears. “I want to share the burden! I don’t have half the weight holding me down that you do. Let me take some of your hurt and carry it with me…please.”

“I’m not gonna do that to you,” he shook his head, voice quieter but no less harsh. You stared at him blankly, the only solution running through your mind being leaving him, and you weren’t sure you could manage that. “I told you when we met I didn’t want a wife. I didn’t—you’re not my—“ He huffed a sigh at his inability to put his feelings into words. “You don’t need to worry about me like this.”

“I know I’m not your fucking wife, Joel.” You stood up and walked over to the sink, carelessly dropping the plate inside before turning back to face him. “And you know what? You’re right. I don’t need to worry like this over a man that won’t even claim me. So I’m done with this same old, same old bullshit.”

“What do you mean you’re done—“

“I mean I’m fucking leaving!” you shouted. “I mean you’ve gotten what you want. I won’t sit around here and wait for you, I won’t watch you drink yourself to death, I won’t lay in a cold fucking bed when I can find someone who wants to hold me at night.”

You saw how the thought of you with someone else struck him in the chest.

“I’m going. I’m going back to my own house, because as lonely and cold as it is there, it’s a million times warmer than the bed we’ve been sharing.” Joel swallowed thickly and forced his expression into indifference. “Ellie knows where to find me if she needs me.”

Joel called your name as you walked out of the house without another word, figuring you’d come back once he left for patrol to pack what few things you kept at his place. You had to fight yourself to not turn around as he continued to call out your name until the front door closed and drowned it out.

Maybe in time he’d realize his mistake and come back for you, for the love you were offering and still deeply yearn to keep offering, and maybe then you’d have the man you fell in love with back. Or, maybe this story didn’t have a happy ending. Maybe you’d move on, find someone new, avoiding his eyes as you walked through town hand in hand with someone you could only love halfway. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice you’d even walked past him.

Time could only tell.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #joel miller x y/n #joel miller reader insert #tlou #Spotify

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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┏(‘▀_▀’)ノ hear me out. Thor being Odin’s heir, Hades and Poseidon being king after seeing their wife reader being close with children and seeing how a perfect mother she would be e*trigger’s* their instincts about wanting to have a family with her. Thank you! *triggers

Hmm I couldn’t tell if you wanted this to be spicy or not~ so I’ll just make it a little spicy!

-“Miss Y/N- this way-this way!!” your husband looked up, sitting in the gardens of your lovely home together, reading over some paperwork while he sat on the patio at the tea table.

-A group of children that came over often to see you as you would read to them were surrounding you, two holding you by your hands, pulling you towards the large fountain your husband recently surprised you with.

-Your garden was your happy place, filled with plants and flowers, and he completed it with a new fountain, which you loved, but the children hadn’t seen it yet.

-Your soft giggles filled his ears as he looked over, seeing how gently you were smiling with the children, and something stirred in his heart, making his eyes widen only slightly.

-His paperwork lay forgotten as he chose to watch you instead, enjoying the fluttering of this new, unusual feeling in his heart, one that seemed to be growing stronger.

-When the children ran off, you waving them off, only then did he stand and approach you, embracing you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

-You were a bit surprised by his affection, but you didn’t dislike it, a smile appearing on your lips as a hand lifted to cup his cheek gently.

-He pressed a kiss into the palm of your hand before his arms lowered to your stomach, hugging you back into him.

-Thor- He lifted his head to press a soft kiss into your neck, making you squeak softly before he spoke, “Will you… will you make me a father?” his question stunned you and you quickly turned, your eyes wide in shock, but his worry quickly melted as you leapt into his arms, a screechy squeal leaving you which made him chuckle before he carried you inside. You panicked only slightly, “Wait- now?!” he pinned you to your large shared bed, his eyes focused, “Yes- now.” Color quickly took over your face as he was quick to descend, his hand coming to the top of your dress, pulling it down, not caring that it shredded as his lips went to your neck again, sucking dark colored patches into your skin, pulling moans from your sweet lips. The more he thought about you being swollen with his child, the harder he seemed to become, and the harder he went on you.

-Hades- Hades pulled away and took your hand, guiding you back to the house, grabbing his paperwork on the way just to slap it down on the dining room table, pulling you towards the bedroom. You were confused until you made it to the bedroom, and he instantly had you pinned to the door, his lips on your neck and collar, kissing and sucking. Your soft mewls of pleasure drove him mad as you were curious where this sudden mood came from, as your fingers wound in his hair, tugging softly. He pulled back, eyes blown dark with pleasure as he licked his lips, meeting your own eyes, “Will you give me a child?” a sharp, surprised gasp escaped you, stunned by his question before elation spread across your face, “Really?!” your voice had gone up in pitch, excited and he couldn’t help but chuckle before kissing you deeply, forcing his leg between your own, forcing your legs apart, “Really.”

-Poseidon- You only had a moment of peace, basking in your husband’s embrace, before he had you in his arms princess style, carrying you inside. Your arms wound around his shoulders, surprised by his actions as you inquired with him about his mood change and you froze, seeing the lust, the want in his eyes. He had you instantly pinned to your shared bed, one hand pinning yours down as he licked his lips, seeing you in such a way, “Will my queen give her king an heir?” your eyes went huge at his question, mouth gaping before you instantly smiled, “Yes!!” he was quick to pounce, your answer driving him even more as he was quick to tear your dress from your body, almost as if he would go insane if this didn’t happen right now! He licked his lips as your hands gripped at his biceps, moaning softly from his rough treatment, “You’re not getting out of this bed until you’re pregnant!” you had to question, just for a moment, if he was truly serious, but chose to think about it later~

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror hades #ror poseidon

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adrinktostopyourthirst · 2 months

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Smutty thought that we need to be a reality 🥵:

Rough, intimate and slow missionary where Bucky has every inch of his body pressed to hers and her hands pinned on either side.

Like he can't get enough of the skin-on-skin contact and his lips can't seem to settle on a place to kiss so her entire neck and chest is marked up.

The craving! The NEED!

Ya' know? 🫠🥵

Oh, yes!

The unexpected thing for you was mostly that this was your and Bucky’s first time together, too. The tension had been unbearable for months. You’d had his lips so close, so often, you had convinced yourself you already knew what they felt like. The way everything else blurred when you and him would lock eyes. The way the barest of his touches would make your spine lock up, then melt… You were absolutely certain that your first collision would be fatal and cruel and messy and passionate-

And it had been. The kiss was devastating and your body was keeping up with him while your heart stumbled and stuttered. Finally. Oh God, finally. It seemed Bucky’s relieved groan was echoing your sentiments exactly. His hands were so large on you, like their warmth stretched beyond his skin. He enveloped you with so much more than just his body and your core had burned with need.

You barely noticed the needy whines that glided from your lips onto his. He just chuckled gently and shushed you sweetly. Patience, he seemed to say. You just wanted his hands everywhere, wanted his mouth to wander further.

Down, preferably.

However, Bucky had other plans. You had been so ready for him to rip your clothes off and then proceed to rip you to shreds. The gentleness and passion he displayed was disorienting. Like any movement would give you too much space to get away from him and he simply couldn’t risk it. Not now that he finally had you. Not ever again.

So when your bodies had finally reached the bed, your ankles locked around his hips and pulled him up against you to show him exactly how badly you weren’t planning on letting this go unfinished. Letting him go unfinished.

You barely needed foreplay. As much as Bucky would have absolutely fucking loved to play around with you, warm you up - he quickly found out you didn’t need much more warming up after all of those months of build-up. In fact, one more desperate sound out of you and he wouldn’t have stood a chance. “Next time,” he promised. “I’ll take my sweet time with you next time.”

You had made a non-committing noise and dismissed the promise because you just needed him, but he paused and looked down at you.

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he swore. “No needy sound is going to keep me from turning you inside out.” He followed that promise with a playful swipe of his fingers through your soaking core. “But now, I just want to feel you everywhere. I’ll have you on just my tongue another time,” he says with a smirk and pulls his fingers to his mouth, having a luxurious taste before pressing a long kiss to your mouth.

And before you could call his bluff, he nudged the head of his cock against your entrance and the words died on your tongue.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

His forehead had dropped to yours, jaw clenched unbearably tight. “Gimme a minute, baby.”

Those fucking pet names-

“Come on, Buck,” you tried again. “Please. I need you inside of me. I want to feel you. Please.” Every word had sounded softer as they faded into pleasure. And as your words disappeared, Bucky pushed in. And in. And in.

Both your mouths had dropped open and no sound had come out. Even your breaths had stalled, chests pushed together. It took everything in Bucky not to close his eyes. But the flush in your cheeks and the sight of your puffy lips parted in pleasure kept him locked in and alert.

His arms locked around your head as he pressed soft kisses to random areas of your beautiful face, his breath hitching as you fluttered around his cock violently to adjust to him. He hoped you did that every time. He hoped your cunt was this welcoming to him every time he fucked into you. This warm, this wet, this sweet, this heavenly. He’d make sure of it.

The weight of him between your hips was enough to nearly make you come. His firm thighs pressed to the back of yours, his arms around your head, his gleaming skin wrapping you in his scent, the pudgy and firm muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed against your soft flesh, the image of his flexing glutes as he rolls his cock into your deepest wall- Ah yes. All of that.

Bucky loved a lot of things, but he barely loves anything more than having you the way he had you that first time.

When he finally, finally had you.

#something like this???#you painted quite a lovely picture there honey #drabble #drabbles #answered #review #writing

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thelittleangel · 1 month

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Cowboys are frequently (secretly) fond of each other.

Tags: Dean Winchester x Cowboy! Reader, fluff, flirting, male reader, soft romance.

Warnings: possibly OOC, no use of Y/N, implied violence toward an animal, references to “taking someone home” (I’ll let you interpret that how you want.), romantic-ish interactions between dean and reader toward the end.

Taglist: @agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666

Walking into the bar, I see heads raise. I try not to pay them any mind. I know what kind of impression I give off. I’m tall, shaggy hair that barely kisses my shoulders, dressed like I just wandered off the set of a Clint Eastwood movie.

I know what kind of expectations I'm supposed to fulfill. People look at me and they see a cowboy. A man’s man. A straight man.

I shake my head, trying to rid myself of that entire train of thought. My dad taught me that if this was the way I was going to live my life, I needed to stop worrying about what others thought of me. I walk over to the bar and order a beer. The bartender hands me a frosty bottle. I put my ring under the cap, tilt the bottle and push. The cap pops off and I take a swig. I put my beer on the bar, wrapping my hands around it like it’s a mug of hot coffee. I look around the bar, watching the people.

It’s a habit I picked up. Me and my dad would go to a bar, and he’d order me a Coke and point out all the small details that a quick glance couldn’t catch.

The woman at the bar had just been divorced, the tan line on her ring finger. The couple in the booth are cheating on each other, seen by the way they sit. The man at his table is waiting for his friend, he’s fallen madly in love with him.

I smile for a moment. It’s been a few years, but I'm out. My dad didn’t like that I wanted to leave, but he’d understood. I got an honest job working at a ranch. The hours were long, and the work was hard, but I felt like it was a job I could be proud of.

The doorbell rang and a gust of summer air blew into the bar. I look over at the door. In walks the most stunning man I've ever seen.

He was dressed in a suit, with brown hair that almost looked like gold in this light. Eyes that may have been green, but I couldn't tell from this far away. Freckles and stubble decorated his face in a way that complemented each other.

I clear my throat and look away. A man in a bar like this dressed like that was here for a girl. But, no. His posture suggested he was here on business.

I turn back to my beer. I didn't need to find a man to glance at for the rest of the night. I look down at my drink, trying to clear my head. I sit like that for a moment, savoring my beer. Someone settles into the seat beside me. I look over, and he’s smiling back at me.

My face burns hot, and I hope that the lights are dim enough that he can’t see me. I turn back to my beer. I hear him order a drink, his voice strong and deep. He turns back to me, beer in hand.

“You’re ____, right?” Dear god, how does he know my name?

“Special Agent Hammett, FBI.” oh. That explains it.

“Yeah, I am. Why do you ask?”

“We’re investigating the cattle deaths that are happening at your ranch and we wanted to know if you’ve seen anything strange.”

“Strange?”

“Cold spots, weird smells, crop failures…”

“No, just the cows.”

“And what would you say happened?”

“I just… went into work one day and there was a bull ripped to shreds.”

He nods. “Could I see it?”

The next day, I was showing Agent Hammet onto the ranch. The way the sun hit his eyes was one of the most beautiful things I've seen. Like seeing the way the light hits the trees for the first time. I look away. I need to focus on why we’re here.

I led him toward the barn. Inside a cooler, the bull’s body was resting. The agent pulled on some gloves and started looking through the body. I look away from the corpse and try to suppress the urge to vomit.

Eventually, he pulls out a small tooth. Small and pointed, it was very scary looking. “It looks like a fang…” He turns to me. “Is there anything that lives around here that might leave something like this?”

I shake my head. “No, not that I know of.” He puts the tooth into a tiny bag and pockets it.

He looks up at me, and he must see the sick look on my face, because he stands up and says, “Let me buy you a drink.” We both climbed into his car, a nice-looking thing.

“I can’t believe the FBI lets you drive this car around.” He just smiles, still looking at the road. “They do.”

I shake my head, a goofy grin stretched onto my face. “I don’t know, seems a little conspicuous.”

“You’d be surprised.” I looked over at him. His smile is gone, looking at the road lost in the thought. When I look at him, I just want to reach over and-

I look out at the road. I can’t entertain that thought. I refuse to. I glance over and I find him looking at me. He turns his eyes back to the road.

Eventually, we found our way back to the bar. Walking inside, it was deserted. We chose the same seats we picked last time. Ordered the same drinks. We settled in, sitting in silence for the longest time. It's not uncomfortable, just quiet.

He watches me. I can feel his eyes in all of their silent intensity. I want to look back at him, but I know if I do, he’ll break his gaze. “So, what do you make of this, cowboy?” I laugh to myself. “What?”

I finally look back at him. “The last person who called me cowboy, I ended up taking home with me.”

He gives me a soft smile. “Who says I wouldn't want to go home with you?”

I look away, my eyes wide. My face is a bright burning red. He throws his head back and laughs. I put my face in my hands, trying to make my face normal again. He places a hand on my back, and I startle. I groan to myself. Jesus Christ, this man is making me act like a teenage girl.

I look over at him and he’s still watching me. We fall into another silence, this one not uncomfortable like the last. Peaceful, like the answer to everything was in each other’s eyes. He reaches over and tucks a few stray hairs behind my ears. My breathing began to slow, my heartbeat decreasing.

I slowly place my hand on his face. A few of my fingers gently touched his jaw. I watch his eyes dart around my face, maybe doing the same thing I did last night. Searching for micro expressions, any type of indicator that this was too good to be true. I realized something.

I pull my hand away from his face. “Are you...?”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Am I what?”

“Are you a hunter?”

His eyes widened for a moment. His chest begins to go up and down a little bit more. He was breathing heavily. I’d caught him.

“How do you know what hunters are?”

I look up and watch as my father enters the bar.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

#Dean Winchester x male reader #Dean Winchester x reader #supernatural #male reader #cowboy reader #dean winchester

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mamayan · 8 months

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Hey babes!! Last night late night thoughts got to me real hard, so I was think Yandere! Vampire! getou. Reader is like a princess, her grandma made a deal with him years ago about the 1st female child beared from readers mother will be given to him. And after a while of having reader, which he uses as a blood bank sort of, he takes small drinks from reader every so often, he falls in love with her. Thank you for your time!! 💗💗

Okay but like, you’re making me remember my teenage years of being vampire obsessed! 💖

TW: Oral (M!) • Humiliation/Degradation • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • Vampire Themes

Geto’s face isn’t the least bit amused.

Not your adorable pout or wet eyes are enough to fix his ruined mood. He’s in fact quite furious with your act of rebellion against him. No matter how Royal you think you are, how pampered and cherished you once were, you were nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a blood bank. Albeit his but nonetheless, you didn’t seem to know your place.

“What’s wrong little Princess?” The smile crawling onto his lips is mocking. His sharp gaze piercing into you, and it’s not shocking to see you tremble just a bit under his gaze.

“You were the one who asked, don’t act like such a useless crybaby. I haven’t even done anything yet.” His is irritation palpable, tone venomous as he looms over you. It didn’t matter that your tears were falling, body language conveying fear despite how you struggle to maintain a shred of dignity.

It’s his least favorite. How you still seem to think you’re still a beloved Princess, and not his pass time for him to use and toy with.

“You want to visit the vile hag who sold you to me for a more secure position on the throne? The reason you’ve fallen from grace to hell?” His words are full of ridicule, not just for your position but your bleeding heart for others.

Your insistence on finding the good in everything, the ability to love even a pile of shit.

Your insistence on being kind even to him, the monster who only wants to ruin you. Geto hates it.

Hates how much your tears have his pants too tight. How the fear and crystalline water drops down your face make his fangs ache to sink into your soft skin. To taste your irresistible blood and sink his cock inside you. Fuck you until you don’t remember you were ever anything except his personal harlot for him and his pleasure alone. There’s nothing better for Geto than reminding you of your new station in life.

Beneath his feet.

“Fine little Princess, I’ll so mercifully allow it—if you get on your knees and convince me. Show me how desperate you are to see dear your grandmother with that mouth, and I’ll consider it.”

Cruel. That’s all you can think as he leans over you, a curtain of silky black hair covering you two off from the world. Almost like lovers whispering, but the flash of his pointed fangs and dark eyes reminiscent of a vortex swirling with madness, it’s not difficult to tell yourself he’s evil incarnate. A beast within the skin of a beautiful man. Not human.

You do it every time. Hesitate and battle your will to maintain your dignity versus your love for your family. This isn’t your first request to visit home, last time he’d only allowed you to peak at your parents and siblings, their laughter and happiness without you revolting and comforting all at once.

You’d been forced to watch for a while too, his hand not giving you reprieve. You were made to witness how they’d completely moved on, so quickly without you. Geto drinking in the pale and sick expressions you made with delight before feasting on you.

“Don’t tell me you don’t really want to go? I’d have thought you more compassionate little Princess, doesn’t your heart break thinking of her dying without you by her side?” His teasing words had you finally bowing, as you always did before him. Sinking to your knees with a vacant stare as you prepare yourself for the humiliation to follow.

“That’s a good girl. Not so hard is it?” His praise is empty, you know better than to be tricked by his wicked words and intentions. “You need to show a little more enthusiasm dear, or I won’t be convinced of your desperation.” His hand sinks into your hair, gripping tight and painfully, yanking your head to smash your face against his crotch. His hard erection grinding through his clothes against your cheek, rubbing the fabric painfully into your soft and delicate skin.

You know what he wants, already convincing yourself it’s for your beloved grandmother and you’d do anything to see her.

It was Geto himself after all that teased you with her impending passing. His hatred of humans no secret and sadistic joy in your suffering no secret.

You moved, your knees already aching on the cold marble flooring of his home as your shaky hands fumble and undo the buttons of his trousers.

His hot leaking cock freed by your hand.

“Hmm…” you flinch at his grip in your hair nearly tears the strands out, freezing and gasping painfully. He stares down at you as if contemplating.

“Humans are so similar to dogs don’t you think?” You aren’t given any time to decipher what that means, soon being dragged across the floor by your hair over to Geto’s favorite pillow to sit upon. Almost like a throne where his servants and slaves would worship.

Your cry of pain and pleas ignored as usual.

He releases your hair finally, taking up a spot on his pillow with his legs spread wide and cock standing high against his lower abdomen like a proud display. Leaning back on both hands, his lazy posture appears debauched.

“Don’t you think the most desperate display is just like how a dog begs?” Your eyes widen, staring up at this vicious monster as horror dawns on you.

Of course it wouldn’t so easy. His need to humiliate and degrade you too strong for him to pass up an opportunity to make you beg.

“G-Geto please—“

“Ah ah… that’s not how dogs beg, now is it?”

“…w-woof…” Geto loved it, the tears streaming down your cheeks, the appearance of pure submissiveness. He could smell your sweet scent thickening, because try as you might, he knows this arouses you as much as it does him. Your pride not allowing you to truly embrace being his slut quite yet.

“Really, do you even want to see her? I suppose not—“ You panic as he tries to put his cock away, dropping onto all fours and crawling towards him, barking like a dog and even panting. Your pink little tongue sticking out and drooling.

Geto’s enraptured by the absolutely pathetic display of yours. The way you leave your hands on the floor, and use your face and mouth to take his cock between your lips.

He’s kind too, leaning back again and not denying you a chance at redemption. He’s a generous master after all.

“That’s a good girl, so you do know how to act?” One hand comes to lightly rest on the back of your head, while you lick and lap at his shaft, shivering in shame as you taste his precum leaking from the soft tip. It doesn’t matter that you’re crying, Geto wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way you slobber and begin to try and work his thick long cock into your mouth is adorable. Your ass sticking up in the air like a bitch in heat while choking on his length a sight for sore eyes.

“Fuck—you really were made to be a cocksleeve weren’t you?” He grunts in pleasure, sinking too deep into your throat and gagging you painfully.

As you try to pull back in panic, lungs and throat on fire, his hand locks and keeps you in place. His hips rutting up as he laughs.

“Haha! What’s wrong Princess? I’m just helping you out. Desperate little mutt like you can’t handle your master’s cock? I need to rectify that don’t I?” His grip is iron, and you shake and gag as he uses your throat like a true toy for his pleasure. The silent screams and whimpers trying to escape your mouth only vibrate your throat and arouse him further, his thrusts becoming mildly violent. The way your tongue moves around wildly trying to make room for him and your throat tightening as you try to swallow what spit isn’t dripping down your chin and his cock, all of it have his balls pulling up painfully. “Don’t fucking bite, I’ll make you really sorry if you do.” He moans, chuckling through his groans and grunts of pleasure as you become nothing more than the mutt he calls you as he fucks your face. “Cute little Princess, you found your true calling haven’t you? I’m going to cum, take it all slut.”

“…!” Your vision is going dark as you finally go limp, fully submitting beautiful for him as his hot load shoots down your throat and straight into your belly. He holds you there, no possible way for oxygen to get you as he lets every drop go down before he releases you.

You drop limp like a doll as only a wheezing noise escapes you, air finally filling your lungs and extinguishing the fire inside them. Your wet snot covered face blank and finally to Geto’s liking. You’re stupid expression enough to have his cock hardening again.

“Aw~♡,” he coos, beginning to disrobe fully now, grabbing your pliant body and dragging you into his lap and arms. He’s mockingly rubbing his face against yours, looking like one might with their pet after they do something cute.

“You don’t think that was enough to convince me do you?” His words bring you back to life, eyes wearily meeting his.

His smile appears softer, but his eyes never lie.

He’s shifting you, so he can nip and lick your neck where he intends to drink.

“Always so sweet…” he murmurs, sinking his fangs in and moaning as the taste of you explodes in his mouth. You’re unable to resist the rush of pleasure which follows him drinking from you, whining in his hold. “Be good pet, save that energy, I’m going to taste your cunt next.” His vulgar speech leaves you shaking as he savors you, licking and sucking on your skin even after he’s fed.

He pulls back to look down at you, messy and ruined looking in his hold. “I’ll give you another chance little Princess, to show me how desperate you are~♡”

He’s not going to let you go see the vile woman which sold you to him. The disgusting humans which you so love and call family all to happy to dance on your corpse for a leg up in life.

No, you just need to be obedient and sweet to him alone. No need for thoughts revolving around anything but him, he’ll ensure it with time and proper training.

Once he makes you his familiar, you’ll stop aging and the memories of your life as a human will fade.

You just need to stay his good little Princess.

#yandere geto suguru #18+#geto suguru #getou suguru x y/n #x reader #yandere Geto suguru x reader #yandere #vampire geto suguru #jjk #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen #mdni #drabble #request filled #geto suguru x female reader #x female reader

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moongirlcleo · 10 months

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Rogue x Reader

summary: Rogue who goes absolutely feral on Fairy Tail! Reader, got her eyes rolling to the back of her head, tears spillin, hearts in her eyes, and her buttoned shirt torn, Rogue who's hips just can't stop until she's failing to stay on her knees, and them failing to keep quiet but Reader plays her music to keep their sounds somewhat covered but like it's failing because Lucy walks in on them, but Rogue doesn't care enough to stop, and Reader is just blind to Lucy being there. CW: smut as per usual, walk-in, slight over stimulation A/N: Rogue is getting so much love this poor boy bout to be exhausted

"Keep making those sounds baby girl, you're so good f'me," Rogue says, the lewd sounds of slick-covered skin slapping against each other echoing through your room. You can't help it- his words cause you to moan louder. Rogue rewards you with a finger to your puffy, swollen clit as you squirm from all the bliss. It was always amazing whenever Rogue came to visit you, but this time was different. It was more... emotional. Your anniversary came and went while you were on a mission with your team, and it seems like Rogue was wasting no time on making up for it. You had barely walked through your door before he had you on your back, your blouse torn to shreds and his lips making such beautiful, dark marks all over your chest. You lost count how many times he's had you orgasm today. Three? Four? No.. five? By now, your tears stained your face from the overstimulation as his cock pushes inside you slowly once more. "You can hang on for another round, can't you baby?" Rogue coos as his starts thrusting. You mewl in reply, feeling absolute bliss as his tip kisses the top of your g-spot. "Rogue... so .. so good. So much," you feel yourself drawl, letting your nails sink into the plush of his waist. He growls softly in response, pushing deeper into those gummy walls he loves so much. Before you have the thought to react, Rogue has you up on your hands and knees, and pushing into you once more as he starts going absolutely feral on you. You're seeing stars at this point, the tension building in your lower stomach once again. You moan loudly in response, not even caring to try and stay quieter than the music you had playing. "You feel fucking amazing," Rogue pants into your ear, nibbling the soft flesh just below. "I missed you, you know that? Gonna mmf- gonna make you cum for all the days I haven't seen you." His hips snap, the sound of skin on skin getting louder once more.

Your umpteenth orgasm rips through you once more, as you cry out Rogue's name. You're so fucked out that you didn't even notice your knees buckle to the point you're on your belly. Either Rogue doesn't notice, or he doesn't care because he's still thrusting, over stimming you once more. "Hey, yn, I have the thing you asked for- ohmygodI'msosorry." The voice of your best friend, Lucy, cries through the air as she opens the door to your room and witnesses the act. "I um.. sorry," you mutter sheepishly as she shuts the door once more with a quickness to rival Jet. "You realize Lucy just walked in on us, right?" You whisper to Rogue, who's chasing his own orgasm at this point. As he spills his white hot seed into you, he pants. "Yeah, I didn't care. I was too close, and you looked too fucking perfect with that blush. It's almost enough to make me want to go again."

#fairy tail #fairy tail fandom #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail headcanon #fairy+tail+x+reader #rogue cheney #fairy tail smut #moongirlcleo

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rainylana · 1 year

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A prequel.

Eddie Munson x female reader

warnings: cocaine use, language, sibling lose, depression and grief, angst.

summary: this is short and considered a prequel to a potential series if you guys want it enough. so please let me know! if not, i’ll leave it as is!

Eddie remembered your screams. He remembered them everyday. That was why he couldn’t sleep now. It was raining slightly, a soft sprinkle that wasn’t strong enough to put out his cigarette. He sat on the porch steps, elbows on his knees, eyes tired and drained, dark circles under his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a decent nights sleep.

He was sleeping on the couch tonight, after a fight he’d had with you, but it wasn’t giving him much comfort. Nothing did, these days. The only real joy he got was when he visited his uncle. He loved you very much, but the spark was disappearing day by day. And maybe that wasn’t fair to say, he couldn’t begin to imagine what you were going through. He absolutely could not. Eddie was lonely, he missed you and what you once had, but his girl was nothing but a shell anymore. He missed you terribly.

It had been two months since your sister, Meredith had died, two months since that dreaded night that haunted everyone. It was like the world had stopped turning on its axis completely, like everyone had stopped breathing.

The friend group was trying it’s hardest to heal and move on from the tragedy of loosing their friend and the state that Max was in, but it was hard when they knew how much you were suffering. Eddie didn’t want to move on without you.

You weren’t doing well. You didn’t eat. All you did was sleep and drink. You were angry, a shell of who you once used to be, so vibrant and bright, now dull and hallow. You didn’t think it was fair that Max had lived and Meredith had died. Even though Max was only living by the machine, her body was still living, her heart still beat, even if her soul was lost somewhere. Max was still here and Meredith wasn’t, and that just wasn’t fair.

Eddie put his cigarette out on the wood railing, hurrying up when the rain started to fall harder. He shook his hair like a wet dog when he came inside, squinting his eyes in the darkness of his home. He went back to your shared bedroom, gently climbing back into bed and resting his arm above his head.

You were snuggled against the pillow, lips parted as you breath in deeply. You must of been having a peaceful sleep, he figured. You didn’t get much of it, as you were usually awakened by night terrors. He brought up his finger to swipe your lip gently, sighing in exhaustion.

“I don’t know how to help you, baby.” He whispered, practically mouthing the words as if you could hear him. He just didn’t know what to do. You were becoming grey, lifeless. Your hair was matted and your face was drained, skin pale and bruised in places.

A wave of ptsd came over him, hearing your screams and your sister’s lifeless body torn to shreds by the demobats. He swallowed harshly, blinking away tears so he wouldn’t wake you up. He missed Meredith so badly, everyone did. It practically killed him for you to go through this pain, killed him because he couldn’t understand it.

He didn’t know how to help.

•

“Where the hell have you been?” You snapped, pacing back and forth wildly. “I’ve been waiting for hours!”

“I know, I know!” He apologized quickly as he rushed inside. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, there was a hold up. The guy-”

“I don’t give a fuck! Just give me my shit!” You barked, stomping toward him and grabbing the bags he carried, turning the upright for the contents to spill on the floor. You rummaged through it till you found your ziplock bag of coke, rushing to the table to dump out a little. Eddie watched as you lined it with a credit card, catching his breath against the wall. You huffed out a breath of relief as you snorted the little white lines, wiping your nose after the second one. You shakily sat down, hands shaking from your intense withdrawal.

“What?” You locked eyes with him.

He shook his head, pushing himself off the wall as he bent down. “Nothin’.” He started picking up his stuff.

“Looks like you got something to say.” You challenged, pushing back your unbrushed hair.

Eddie signed, zipping up his backpack as he tossed it to the side. “Y/n, it’s nothing, honey.”

You glared at him before you decided to drop it. “How was your day?” You asked, starting to feel calmer.

“Was just fine.” He sat down across from you. “Another day at the office.”

You nodded, placing your hands on the table as you stared off into space. Eddie very much regretted letting you get into his stash, but he’d been so desperate for anything to help you. He didn’t realize what kind of hole you’d fall into. You were hooked and it was his fault. It had been a few days since he was able to get more, so you’d been extra worked up. You took anything he had, but cocaine was what really had it’s grasp on you. Being high was the only joy you could really fathom.

“Don’t you think you should watch what you’re doing?” He looked at you through his lashes, nodding down to the bag between you.

You knew what he was talking about, but you raised a brow. “Huh?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” He said. “Your becoming too dependent on this. Don’t you think it’s time you slow down?”

You looked at him in hypocrisy. “You’re the one who fucking gets me this shit, Eddie.” You scoffed, voice sore and hoarse from previous crying sessions. “I can’t stop. It helps me, you know that.”

“I know.” He closed his eyes. “But maybe you should consider stopping. You’re becoming..too…I don’t know, you just need to stop, y/n. We’re all worried about you.”

You shook your head, a lump building in your throat. “So, what are you saying? Not gonna give me what I want anymore? You’re just gonna let me suffer. You know I need it!” Your voice cracked with tears and he looked down guiltily.

“Angel, please,” He pleaded, fisting his hands on the table. “Please, you need to get some kind of help! Anything! Just not this. I’m sorry for getting you started, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it. I just wanted you to feel better, but I should of realized what it would do. But baby, it’s been two months since she died.” He begged you, shaking his head with every word, hoping to get through to you. He reached out to grab your hands.

“Please, open up to me.” He begged. “Please, tell me what I can do.”

The mention of your sisters passing made you shed a tear, pulling your hands away from Eddie’s. “Just get me what I need. That’s what you can do for me.” You got up and left him at that, disappearing into your room.

Eddie stared at the table, allowing his eyes to burn with tears as he choked on his breath.

•

The weight of your sobs was causing you pain, your chest was on fire and you felt like the contents of your stomach would come up any moment. You couldn’t breath. You tried again and again to get air into your lungs, but you couldn’t. This feeling, this ache of grief in your heart was the single worst thing you’d ever felt in your life. If it wasn’t for Eddie, you’d surely kill yourself.

Your eyes were wide and you knelt down to the wood steps below you, gripping your chest as you hyperventilated. You were so loud that the neighbors dog was staring at you, pulling back it’s ears in confusion. You cried and you wept with your broken heart, shaking and sobbing as it started to rain yet again, but you couldn’t move from your spot.

She was too young, too sweet and too innocent. She was only sixteen. She had her whole life ahead of her. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. Eddie had dragged you away as the upside had caved in on itself. Her body was still there, a rotten, soulless corpse. You had no family, only Eddie, but you still felt alone.

You didn’t hear him burst outside in the pouring rain, grabbing your shoulders as he hurried to get you out of the weather. You sobbed as he wrapped his arms around your wet body, lifting you into his arms as he carried you inside.

He sat on the couch with you in his arms, holding you like a newborn baby. He rocked you, closing his eyes as he laid his head against yours, the weight of your heartache hitting him like knives to his heart. He didn’t shush you, didn’t tell you it would be okay or give you promises of false hope. He just held you. He’d done this time and time again, and holding you was the only thing he could truly do.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson series #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader

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blueywrites · 1 year

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little bunny and her wolf

(a repost because the tags ate my first post 😩)

this is just a teensy blurb I wrote in a fun little friendly challenge last night - 560 words of filthy monstrous smut with no plot, featuring dark werewolf!eddie x fem!reader.

warnings: filthy smut, 18+!! predator and prey dynamic, cnc, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, slapping, degradating names (slut), brief mention of blood, knotting, breeding kink

You like to say your favorite part is the chase. The adrenaline pumping in your veins, the fear spiking sharp and bright in your chest as you hear the bounding of his feet in the leaves, the ragged panting of his breath, the snarl of his laughter as you vault over a fallen tree in a desperate attempt to escape him. You say the chase is your favorite, but it isn't really. That's only your favorite if you're trying to lie to yourself. Because girls like you— girls soft and supple like little bunny rabbits— don't engage in this kind of play with their wolves unless they like what happens after they've been caught.

So, no. Though it makes you utterly depraved, your favorite part is not the chase. It's also not when Eddie catches you, riled from your fleeing, all manic grinning with feral flashing teeth as he pins you roughly down while you scream and try to fight him. You thrash while he shreds the panties from your sopping folds and buries his face between your legs, licking into you with a broad, rough tongue as you squirm and cry out your protest. And once he's drawn your arousal out— however reluctant you may pretend to be, your puffy cunt that drools for him before he’s even begun won't stop giving you away— then he mounts you.

You always fight him hard, try to keep him from thrusting home; he likes it that way. He always holds you down by the throat while he bullies his way into your cunt; you like it that way. He fucks you deep and fast, panting hot against your cheek as his body presses you down into leaves and earth and you beg for him to let you go, to stop, to please not do this. He growls as he ruts into your soft body, hips snapping relentlessly, mouth spilling wicked poison as he tells you everything you want to hear.

"Cry for me, little bunny," he taunts you. "Scream for me as I fuck you raw, you cock-dumb slut."

Your pussy flutters as he degrades you, and he laughs and digs the tips of his claws into your throat, just enough to have you whining high and desperate as blood trickles to stain the leaves below you. The bloodletting intensifies your fear, which drives the burn in your belly and the darkness in your wolf’s eyes.

Because Eddie loves to push you to the brink, to slap and pinch and fuck you so meanly until you finally unravel for him, crying out his name in a broken sob. Then and only then does he grunt into your hair and rut in so deep, filling you with rope after rope of his thick warm cum as you shudder and squeeze around him, quivering and weak with the force of your orgasm.

Finally, you've almost reached the part you yearn for. The base of Eddie’s cock swells, plugging you entirely with his knot. He sighs in contentment, sagging as the tension leaves him, body heavy and stiflingly warm atop yours. After a boneless moment in which you lay pinned helplessly beneath him, Eddie tips your chin up with a clawed finger and claims your lips, swallowing the sound of your scream— a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches you so impossibly tight and rocks his hips until he cums again inside you, flooding you so full of his seed that it feels like he's invaded every inch of you.

That pleasure, that pain, that ownership: this is your favorite part.

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aidaronan · 5 months

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64 for the spotify wrapped/steddie ficlet thing💕💕💕

So I guess I mixed up these two numbers and you should've gotten the Scary Kids song I used for this fill yesterday lmao So I'm actually giving you #24 because.. oops? At least I managed to actually do a ficlet this time. 64 24 Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the Walls That I've Made

Tags & Warnings: Angst, spice, angst with a hopeful ending Memories come to him in dreams that won’t let go. Dreams of milky skin slick with sweat, of bodies moving together in the heat, in the cold, in every season between. Teeth sinking into skin, hands tangling in hair and tugging rough. When Eddie wakes up, he swears he can taste Steve on his lips, that he can smell his scent clinging to the pillows, that he can almost imagine that exact way he felt around him. Inside him. Beside him. Fuck, it haunts Eddie all these months later, that he had that hand in his and dared for a fucking second to let it go. But he did. Stumbling barefoot into the kitchen, he rewinds the tape in the answering machine propped up on a stack of unpacked boxes. He listens to the only saved messages. “So it’s about three in the morning and I can’t sleep,” Steve says, voice distorted by phone lines and countless replays. “I told you to go, and I love you and I… I want you to go is the thing. I want you to get out, and I want the whole world to know Eddie Munson can shred or whatever. I want you to be happy, fuck, Eds. I do. But…” There’s a long pause that drags on, filled only by dead air and the quiet mechanical sound of the reels spinning. “But I-” Then the beep of the message cutting off. Eddie counts the seconds before the next message starts. He could mouth along to every word now, match every little rise and fall in Steve’s voice. Every frantic syllable. “I don’t know how to… I want you to go, but I also want to nail your feet to the goddamned floor, you know? Eddie, I can’t. I can’t— ” Steve chokes on his words. “I guess it’s three in the morning so I can pretend it was sleep deprivation or whatever that made me say something so selfish right now but…” Another pause. Click, click, whir. An inhale Eddie can hear even on the tinny tape. When Steve says the last three words, his voice is raspy and soft and worn.

“But don’t go.” The tape beeps again. There’s nothing new after that. Then again, there wouldn’t be. Eddie hasn’t had the phone lines hooked up yet in house he’s been building, the house with room for two. He does have electric though, at least in the kitchen. Which means he can make coffee while he thinks about the dreams. And he can lean against the unpainted cabinets and sip the coffee during the small window he has before all the contractors show up. He can also let his hand slip into his pajama pants while he stares at the framing of a half-wall leading into the living room, can close his eyes and remember counting the beauty marks on Steve’s back while he plunged into him over and over again, while he held Steve’s hips and watched the sweat ruin his perfect hair. Fucking stupid. That’s always how Eddie feels after he comes. Fucking stupid that he left. Fucking stupid that he hasn’t called, that he hasn’t told Steve he haunts him like a ghost, that he’s building this house with walls that can hold him too. Eddie wipes himself clean with a kitchen towel and scrubs a hand over his face, feeling the scarring on his jawline—proof that he can be brave. He just wishes he could remember fucking how. He changes clothes and plays the messages again, unpacking one of the boxes, putting a slew of pictures into actual honest-to-God frames. There's a picture of Eddie and Corroded before they split—half to college, half to Cali to form a new band that would eventually get Eddie build-a-house money.

There's a nice prom night 8x10 of Eddie and Chrissy after Supergirl somehow literally pulled her back from the grave. There's the Hellfire Club too in all it's 1986 glory.

Eddie fills frame after frame with memories old and new. But he saves the big collage frame for last, saves all the pictures he’d bought it for so he can put off the way they'll make him feel, so he can savor them at the same time. Even holding them tastes bittersweet on the back of his tongue.

They're all Steve. Group shots, Polaroids, photo strips from the mall. Some are with the kids, some are with the girls or the whole crew. The one Eddie fits into the slot dead center though? That’s just the two of them, casual enough Eddie won’t have to pay off any of the construction crew, or so it looks anyway. Because as casual and just-friends as he and Steve seem to be in the photo, they'd had their hands in each others' pockets behind their backs, arms crisscrossed, skin warm where they'd touched. The tip of his thumb aching, Eddie finishes bending all the little metal tabs that hold on the back of the frame, realizing as soon as it's done that he’s put the whole damn thing back together upside-down. It startles a wet laugh out of him, breaking open an ache that has never left his chest.

An ache that spills and spills, bottomless, gnawing, maddening. It takes the sharp edges of his car keys digging into his palm for him to realize he’s grabbed them. It’s a mile or so to the nearest payphone. His tires squeal on the pavement. His brain squeals in his skull. Hands shaking, he drops half his change onto the concrete, but he knows the goddamned number by heart. He dials it perfectly.

Ring.

Ring. “Hello,” Steve says, and Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. For several long seconds, he thinks he might not be able to talk after all, that he got this far only to fumble it in the end. His tongue feels two sizes to large. His throat too small.

"Hello?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, summoning the Eddie who once faced the hoard, who chose to die and lived. Who chose to die and loved.

When he speaks, it feels like he's trying to use muscles he hasn't used in centuries, coaxing them back into motion so he can rasp out a single sound, swift as a spear slicing through the night: “Steve.”

#steddie #fanfic #mine #spotify wrapped but make it fics

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