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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Under the Surface

Pairing: Aonung x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aged-up (18+), sex in the ocean, first time, tail shenanigan, breeding kink, planning the future, kissing, size difference, cunnilingus, growling

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Commissioned fic. It was fun working on it. Again the characters are all 18+ here, as they are in anything I write.

Tonight was an exciting night, Aonung asked you out for a midnight swim, which probably meant he had something important to talk about, he’s not one to hold his words back usually. You were very interested in what he had to say to you.

When you approached the shore he was already in the water, happily doing dives, twists and turns beneath the water.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.” His toothy smile sent a pleasant shiver down your back, “What took you so long, seashell?”

“Some of us don’t have perfect eyesight in the dark Ao. What did you want at this time of-” Your words stopped in your throat as you got a better look at him. Now that you were right at the rocks you could see that not only was he already in the sea but he was also butt naked, his clothes thrown across the rocks. You have seen him naked a few times before but not while skinny dipping.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t seem fazed at all. “Won’t you join me? The water feels amazing.” He dove back down, swimming to the very bottom before nodding at you to get in.

You looked around, making sure you were completely alone before you started taking your clothes off bit by bit, neatly folding it over each other and next to Aonung’s. The water did feel nice, very refreshing in this current warm weather. But... if this is going where you think it is then you’re gonna get warmed up pretty soon.

“You left the necklace I made for you.” Aonung surfaced in front of you when you got a little bit deeper, his frame towering over yours, your head barely getting to his chest. The water dripped down his muscles, his arms rubbing against your shoulders, “Thank you for coming here tonight.”

“Of course I would. Although this is a little more then I was expecting.” Your voice trembled and not from being in the water.

“I am full of surprises seashell.” His finger gently tilted your chin upwards and captured your lips with his, his other hand wrapping around your back, holding you against him. Even in the cool water you could feel how hot his cock was when it pressed against your stomach. “The ceremony will be merely a formality but I’d like to mate with you tonight, on the anniversary of our courtship.” So that’s why he asked you here. How romantic. Then again you expected nothing less from him, he might be very rough around the edges but he has a heart of gold.

“Is that alright? What if your parents find out?”

He rolled his eyes, “My mother is already asking about us having babies, I’m sure she won’t have anything against us starting a little early. And my father well... he’s already given me a lot of talks about being a responsible mate so I think he thinks we’re already doing it.”

“Oh. Babies? Uhm... are we even, you know... compatible? With me being a human and all.” Your voice got a little quieter as you traced your hands over his thick forearms, feeling his wet skin.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Aonung grinned, his cock giving a happy twitch between you, “Of course I could pull out if you wish.”

“No!” You shouted, much to his amusement, his brow quirking at you knowingly, “You don’t have to.” Shit, you could feel your face burning, make you should dive below to cool off, “If you don’t want to. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

Aonung nodded slowly, his tail wrapping around your hips and pulling you further into the water until you were both floating beneath the starry sky. He traced the outline of the shell on your necklace. You thought he was going for a kiss when he leaned in, instead he rubbed his cheek against yours, his lips faintly passing against your ear, your legs knocking against his.

Then came the kiss, soft, salty and with just a bit of lust mixed in. You moaned into his mouth as you tilted your head to the side, Aonung following your lead, not wanting to be apart from you.

His cock still pulsed against your skin, knocking forward, rubbing against you, sending liquid heat bolting between your thighs. It was you who broke the kiss, breathless and panting against his chest.

“Still can’t beat me.” He chuckled and gloated.

“I don’t have your lung capacity you big jerk.” You slammed your fist against his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter.

“Shame. I guess you won’t be able to return the favor then.” You looked up at him with a puzzled expression. He only winked as he sunk back under the waives, his hands trailing down to your hips. After he looked up at you one more time you realized what his intention was, not a moment after you felt his warm tongue parting your folds.

On reflex you clenched your legs together. Aonung’s laughed vibrated against your pussy, unbothered by the extra pressure. He closed his eyes in bliss and continued to explore you from below, alternating between slow and soft and fast and wild licks.

When he finally surfaced it was hard to tell how much wetness was from you and how much was from the water, regardless the display left you shaking and unbelievably horny.

“You show off.” You panted, grateful for his hands and the sea for keeping you afloat. The head of his cock running white with pre-cum, staining the water, “Making the ocean saltier I see.” You smiled at him, your hand rubbing over the broad head, feeling how it reacted to your touch with leaking more cum. “So how do we do this?”

“Leave that to me seashell.” Aonung flexed his muscles as he pushed you closer with his tail and picked you up, “Wrap your legs around me, it’ll make it easier for you if we’re like this.” You were cold for the few seconds your body was lifted up from the water, quickly pressed back against his, “Alright, I’m just gonna slide the tip in. Tell me how it feels okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I trust you.” You draped your arms around his shoulder, tracing the familiar patterns of his markings.

Fuck he was wide, and long. Just the tip being in was already making you feel filled. Your cunt squeezed and relaxed around him, the water certainly helping matters a little, “Can I go on?” His voice was deeper then before, his fangs in full display and fingers pressing into your thighs with more force.

“A little more should be good.” He nodded quickly, in contrast to his slow thrusting, in and out until he was a little over half way in. There was no more room. He blinked and looked down, seeing how much of his cock was left, snarling in dissatisfaction. You never heard him make a noise like that, it made your pussy positively vibrate around him.

“Fuck, are you trying to make me lose it?” He burred his face into your shoulder, gently beginning to rock you up and down on his cock. “I’ve never felt anything so wonderful. You’re warm, slippery, tight, taking all that you can. I might not be able to pull out after all.” Both of you reacted simultaneously, “I might breed you right now.” He dragged his tongue up your throat, voice getting progressively more rumbly.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

His hips rolled forward a little too hard, his tail thumping above the surface making a splash.

“You’d let me do that? But what about what you said earlier?” He pulled back to look at your face, looking for any signs of doubt or you wanting him to stop before this gets out of hand.

“It’s like you said, we won’t know unless we try. And you, this, our love, its making me want to try Aonung.” You cupped his face and pulled him into a slow, loving kiss. “Can you do that for me, can you give me your all?”

“I can!” His cock pulsed with need, hands leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he was gripping them now, “I will.” His voice got deeper again, his hard chest vibrate against your soft breasts.

He thrust his cock in with force, the waves rippling and crashing around the two of you. You started to match his pace, your hands fisting into his hair, your moans barely silenced against his shoulder. You wanted more of his cock, more of him, in any way you could get. So you decided to do the only thing you knew that would make him feel closer, you pulled at his ponytail.

Aonung roared into your ear, his movements erratic, breathing fast and deep to match his thrusts.

Seems like he liked that a lot. You did it again, this time while clenching your pussy around him just as he pulled out. He made the sound again, a little closer to a growl. If you weren’t in the water you could surely hear his hips and balls slapping against you.

“Can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come into you hard yeah? Breed your pretty pussy until you smell like my cum.” He delivered on his words a few thrusts later, his sticky, hot cum flooding your womb, flowing out around you, which only made Aonung more determined and shoot out more. “Take it, take it all my love, all my cum, all of it, it’s all for you!”

You nodded, huffing and moaning and kissing his neck as your own orgasm hit you like a rock, you threw your head back and looked up at the night sky with glossy eyes.

His tail wrapped all the way around you two, holding you close until the aftershocks faded, the waves gently rocking you from side to side.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to be your mate.” You skimmed your lips against his neck, where you knew you would leave your bite on your wedding night.

“I can’t wait either. I’ll make you the happiest woman alive, I promise.” His voice was back to his normal tone, his promise lightly bitten against your shoulder.

Oh, he really couldn’t wait.

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shadeysprings · 1 year

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House Arrest

—StepDad!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Your mom goes to attend a work conference for a couple of days, leaving you home alone with her husband.

Warnings: noncon, smut, stepcest, age gap (reader is over 18), threats, and angry Joel. This is a dark fic, heed the warnings and proceed with caution.

A/N: Another piece written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentence Challenge and happy to finally write Joel! Been a fan since the games were released and it was such a treat to dive into his character.

Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️

You whimper against your pillow with your hands clutching tightly onto the sheets as angry tears continue flowing down your face, Joel’s groans echoing off the walls, his chest pressed taut against your back while he thrusts his cock roughly into your cunt.

He didn’t wait until your mom left the driveway, his footsteps bounding up the stairs almost immediately. Your heart plummets to the pit of your belly when you hear your bedroom door open, his low voice cooing the pet name he’s given you as he stalks inside, fear gripping your senses in a vice while you lay still in bed, the mattress dipping and you feel his hand caress your waist through the blanket and a light kiss being placed on your shoulder.

“She’s gone—”

You wish desperately that your mom didn’t leave for the conference, or at the very least, wished you made plans to leave the same days with your friends just to avoid being stuck at home with Joel. But with every reason you gave her for you to agree with your made-up plans, Joel had an argument thrown right back.

“There are tons of creeps out there, hon, and we don’t want our little butterfly getting hurt, do we?”

Success shone in his eyes when his words rooted deeply into your mom’s head, having her agreeing in an instant that it was safer for you to stay home with him, her husband, the monster that’s been tormenting you since the day he set foot in your home.

“It’ll be so nice having the place all to ourselves, butterfly,” he mumbles against your ear, lust swimming in his words as he hooks your leg against his arm, keeping your legs apart and wide while his other hand snaked from beneath you, fingers grazing your breast before taking purchase of your neck, “No more sneaking around in the next few days.”

“Fuck you, old man!” You spit but soon gasp when his fingers tighten around your throat and dig into the side.

“You talkin’ smack now, baby?” Venom laces his voice when he scolds you but it doesn’t stop you from fighting back, thrashing violently against him but stopping all at once and crying in pain when his hand lands harshly against your swollen cunt. “You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours, baby, before I put it to work.”

“Fucking make me!” You cry before cocking your elbow and slamming it against his ribs, Joel choking and yelping in pain, his hold of you slackening and letting you go.

You roll off the bed and crawl on the floor as fast as you can, darting towards the door, but your body suddenly slams back to the ground when your ankle is yanked hard, the air escaping your lungs when Joel gets on top of you, crushing you against the carpeted floor when he splays his forearm down on your shoulders.

“You fucking bitch—!” He spits and you grunt in pain when he drops his weight on you. “You’re gonna regret doing that.” He threatens, hot breath fanning over your skin when he leans in closer, feeling him smirk when he presses a kiss on your cheek, the tears rolling down your face once again upon realizing that there is no escaping him.

“We have a couple of days to ourselves, my butterfly, and I’m going to make sure that every hole of yours is thoroughly used before your mom gets home,” Hauling you from the ground, he pulls you with him, forcing you down on your knees with a tight grip on your shoulder before settling himself on the edge of the bed, his cock, hard in his hand as he begins to stroke himself, “And we’re starting with that fucking mouth.”

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slytherinsomniari · 1 year

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Deal With The Devil| Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Pairing: Victor Rookwood x F! Reader

Summary: 4 years after you graduated from Hogwarts, you have an unexpected reunion with a former enemy and make a monumental decision.

Word Count: 2829

Themes: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, slightly public indecency

A/N: I do still struggle with dialogue, both with adding more of it and with making sure it fits the character. I hope that with time, my writing will be a lot better than it is so I could make fanfics that are good both for me and for the readers. I did get inspired by other Rookwood fics but I really hope its not too similar to the point of plagiarism. If it is, I will gladly take it down. (Sorry for the cliché title lol)

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Upon your first meeting with Victor Rookwood, you had been intrigued by him from the moment you saw him. He had a certain charm to him, one that was certainly aided by his sleazy yet fashionable attire. There was something in his voice you liked as well. Maybe it was the way he said things in a playful yet serious tone, making him both intimidating and enthralling. When you had dealt a huge blow to his crew in your fifth year, you were disappointed to see him leave but at the time you were too busy trying to stop Ranrok from getting the last repository and destroying wizardkind to really think about it.

Suffice it to say, you were not prepared nor expecting to meet him 4 years after you had graduated from Hogwarts. You had become an official Keeper and were now working on getting a position at Hogwarts–specifically in the library as it allowed you to learn even more about magic and the world surrounding you. He approached you as you were on your way out of the Three Broomsticks, just as you were saying goodbye to your friends. You were walking away from the pub through one of the side streets when a voice called out to you.

“Y/N was it? What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” You turn towards the source of the voice and find none other than Victor Rookwood. Despite the years, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day since your first encounter. Meeting him in Hogsmeade was ironic and brought back memories from your first encounter with him. You were younger then and more naive and new to the world of magic, but now, you have changed. You were much stronger now and were not cowed by those who threatened others.

Prowling around you, you feel his eyes pierce your soul. Why is he so interested in me? Is he still after the ancient magic I’m protecting? I sealed it away though…unless he wants to take it back and gain more power than he ever had before?

“What do you want, Rookwood?” You ask sternly, pulling out your wand. Despite your interest in him, for reputation’s sake you had to at least pretend that you outright despised the man–which wasn’t that hard considering all the terrible crimes he’s done.

“Victor,” He replies, glancing your way. “Call me Victor. We’re not strangers now, are we?”

You hesitate for a moment but press on, “Well, Victor?”

“It has come to my attention that we have not been quite as honest with each other as we should have been when we first met.” He gives you a knowing look and continues, “It has been a while, but don’t think I didn’t notice your…longing glances you threw my way all those years ago.”

Flushing and in shock, you try to stutter out a rebuttal but nothing coherent forms.

Chuckling he comments, “No need to worry, your secret is safe with me. I was thinking we could discuss a little transaction that would be for our mutual benefit.”

Approaching you, he took advantage of your frozen state by grabbing your hand and taking your wand away, storing it in one of the wand pockets in his coat. You felt almost naked without it and as you realized what he was doing and tried to get it back, he merely tutted as he put it away, saying, “Come come, that would not be in your best interest dear.”

Without waiting for you to respond, he pulls you into an abandoned alleyway, not too far from the streets but far enough to where no one will see you. Struggling with his pace, you try to keep up when you are suddenly thrown against a wall. You let out a whimper upon impact and do not see him approach you until it is already too late. He surrounds your field of vision entirely, making it impossible to look anywhere else but him. His chest is right in front of you, leaving you free to see his partially unbuttoned shirt and his pale yet slightly sun weathered skin poking out from underneath. It is so deliciously close but Victor springs into action before your thoughts could lead you further astray. With one movement, he pins your arms above your head with one hand, locking you in place and forcing your back to arch and press yourself against him. You struggle to get your arms loose but he doesn’t budge. It is a constant battle between your emotions, torn between wanting him and wanting to escape and pretend nothing had happened. Although both sides struggled equally, one side was quickly winning.

He grabs your waist with his other calloused hand and, giving up on all sense of propriety, you pull one leg out and latch onto him. His body is flushed against yours, with his erect member prodding through his clothing at your entrance. He grinds into you, making you moan. You shut your mouth in an instant, not wanting to be heard. He rocks his hips into yours, yours promptly responding to his touch. Your eyes become lidded with desire and the craving for complete intimacy with him.

Victor grinds slowly but purposely, drawing out your response whether you wanted it or not. He moves his head towards your ear and says seductively, “This is but a mere taste of what I have to offer. The question is, how bad do you want it?”

His voice is that of the devil’s, you can be sure of that. You find yourself increasingly becoming hypnotized by him and the mixing of your long-held desire for him. You knew it was wrong and that he was the enemy, but how could something so bad feel so good? With the way your body was responding, you knew it was already too late to run away. The only thing you could do now is give in and receive the pleasure that he had promised.

He lifts up your skirt with the other hand and lowers it towards your drawers, feeling your throbbing area. You part your legs to give him room, which he takes advantage of by teasing you. He rubs circles on your clit, eliciting a shudder from you. You want him to put his finger, his dick, anything in you at this point. He continues to tease you, running his fingers over your clit. His fingers slightly graze your entrance, sending electricity through your body and making you buck into him, barely suppressing a moan. Victor smirks and you pant heavily, already in the midst of pleasure. At the sudden impact of his finger partially going inside you, you let out a loud moan. He removes his hand from your arms and puts it over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sounds so your time wouldn’t end just yet.

He slides his finger all the way in and moves it around. You want to pull him to you but even though he isn’t restraining you, you don’t have enough strength to do so. Instead, you place your hands on his chest and grip his shirt, keeping him in place and attempting to make yourself a bit more steady. Soon one finger became two and both fingers worked their magic on you, inducing more muffled moans from you. After all of the teasing, you let out a whimper as you unexpectedly cum, feeling it cover Victor’s hand.

As you come to, you can hear more and more people in the surrounding area, leaving the two of you vulnerable and more likely to be noticed. He notices it as well and disengages from you, slowly removing his hand from inside of you and backing off. Taking a handkerchief out from his pocket, he wipes the fluid off and assesses you before speaking.

“How about we go somewhere...quiet to discuss our business?”

Victor grabs you and quickly disapparates with you, taking you Merlin knows where. Once you feel land beneath your feet, you take the opportunity to look around you. On the horizon you could see glittering water and once you looked further down, you could see the beach. The sea is close by and you seem to be on a hilly path leading down towards the beach. He leads you down the path and soon you can see a stone cottage by the seaside.Tannish-grey in hue, you can see that it’s a spacious cottage–and a quite costly one at that.

Once you arrive at the doorstep of the cottage, he opens the door for you and, feeling your heartbeat increase causing it to nearly jump out of your chest, you enter. He closes the door behind you and locks the door, trapping you in there with him. In the middle of nowhere in Scotland. This should frighten you but it doesn’t. Instead, you are greatly excited by it, craving his touch more than you thought you would. Taking your time, you take a look around you as you take in your new surroundings.

Inside, there is a kitchen directly to the left with a long, rectangular table with chairs around it and to the right is the living room with a fireplace and sofa parallel to it with chairs by the sides of the walls. Before you could think about exploring the other areas the cottage had to offer, Victor clears his throat. Clearly taking his time and observing your reaction, he gazes at you with not so hidden desire and with a knowing look. He had never taken anyone to the cottage before. It was his secret hideout and getaway when he wanted peace and quiet away from his men. It was a place where he could escape the more grimy lifestyle he created for himself and live in a more respectable manner that his family name suggested. Although this time, he was there for a not so respectable reason.

Grabbing your arm once more, he leads you up the stairs to his room which is low-lit and decently sized, with a desk with countless papers strewn about and a bed near the center wall of the room. There is a dresser and a few bookshelves lining the room, making it feel cozy and lived-in. While you are trying to burn his room into your memory, he closes the door behind you and approaches. He comes up from behind you and puts his right hand on your shoulder, slowly rubbing it and letting his hand run down your arm.

“Now my dear, there will be no more interruptions. Where were we?”

Flushing, you can feel your vagina pulse in anticipation and begin to quiver. You had already experienced a rush of pleasure in the alleyway but now you are going to experience the pinnacle of it in complete isolation from the world where time would mean nothing. No one would be able to get between you and the mere thought of that excites you further.

“The method of our transaction has not properly been discussed, though there is but one option. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me and I will show you a world of carnal pleasure. You may refuse, but either way I will have my way with you.”

His words ring in your ears and cause a fire to erupt within your body. Mute and frozen, you can do nothing as he approaches you from the front and grabs at your clothing. He starts to unbutton your shirt and as he gets to your skirt, he drags it off of you slowly, his fingers lingering on the garment as he teases you once more and takes your bloomers down with it. He unlaces your corset, his nimble fingers performing with such ease as if he had done it countless times before. As your corset loosens and falls to the ground, he tosses your shirt off to the side, leaving you in just a chemise. You shiver, both due to the cold and in anticipation for what comes next.

Glancing at the near naked state of you, Victor is hardly able to contain his mounting desire for you. He grabs onto your chemise with force, tearing it off of you and permanently damaging the garment as it is thrown off. You are now fully naked and gasp at the feeling of the cold air hitting your skin. Standing still, you find your senses on fire as you stand on the cusp of having your every wish fulfilled.

“Well? What do you say?” He asks in a near whisper as his eyes do a cursory glance over your body.

Placing his hand underneath your chin and tilting your head towards him, he murmurs,”Let me in.”

Sucking in a breath, you shakily exhale and respond with “Yes.”

He smirks, knowing he’s got you in the palm of his hand and could make you do anything for him. Releasing you from his grip, he watches as you hazily walk towards the bed and get on top of it, the springy mattress bouncing as you do. Laying flat on your back, you shiver and part your legs, eager for the pleasure that was promised. You could feel his eyes taking in the sight of you in the dim lighting, relishing the effect he’s had on you. He quickly undresses himself, unable to resist your expression and visible desire. The bed shifts with his weight as he gets on top of you, the full weight of him pressed against you. His legs rest on either side of you, arms by your head as he gets himself into position. You can feel his penis press against your entrance and find yourself unable to suppress a shudder.

“Please…” You beg, unable to take it any longer. He complies and thrusts fully into you–hard. The sheer force of his thrust sends jolts through your body, causing you to moan loudly. He was not going easy on you but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him, and that’s exactly what he was giving you. Your arms encircle his body and bring him closer to you. Feeling his muscled body lie against yours, you tighten your grip on his back as he growls and thrusts harder and harder into you. Seeing him focused on pounding into you relentlessly, you grab his face and plant a long and lustful kiss onto his lips. It begins in a calm manner, your lips softly mingling with his, but once Victor takes control it becomes more and more intense. You moan into the kiss, arousing him even further.

In response to this, he brings his mouth to your neck and bites down, sucking on it and creating a hickey that you would definitely have to cover afterwards. You yelp, feeling the mixture of both pain and pleasure and bask in it. Your nipples, already hardened, rub against his chest, overstimulating you and sending lighting through your body as he creates multiple hickeys along your neck and shoulder. With your body quaking, you feel a tingling sensation as you reach your orgasm. His eyes flick to yours as he feels your body tremble beneath him.

“Good girl” He lustfully chuckles as you buck your hips into his and release all over him. Your fluids coat him and give him more lubrication, allowing him to thrust easily into you with what should have been a sickening squelch but brought you pleasure instead. Feeling himself about to climax, he speeds up and with one final rough thrust, he spills himself into you. You can feel the mixture of both of your fluids inside you, trailing out on your legs and onto the bed.

The two of you lie breathless and panting next to each other, allowing your bodies to recover from the whirlwind of desire he had put you two through. Turning on your side, you face him with an exhausted grin and nuzzle into him. He turns towards you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear, remarking, ”Perhaps I should have bargained with you sooner had I known you would be so pliable”

“I would have given in sooner had I known you felt the same way, Victor”

“Well then, our next business venture shall have to incorporate more...unique methods into our bargain. Something more punishing perchance.”

He looks into your eyes and you see a lingering hunger in his eyes that hasn’t gone away yet. If this was just the beginning, you wonder how much further he could toy with you until you broke completely. It is a thrilling thought, one that you are eagerly waiting to realize when you are under his sway once more. He playfully nips at your ear and you giggle. He kisses you on the neck and wraps an arm around you, allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped comfortably in the arms of your former enemy.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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Character: Grimmjow

Song: kill bill by SZA

Fic type:Drabble

Type of writing: smut

ooh this is an interesting one!! got you bestie!

cw: mentions of hardcore sex, cheating, black fem reader, m*rder and violence, biker grimmjow

“And how did that make you feel?”

if (y/n) had a penny for each time you’d heard the proverbial, cliche line recited to you, you’d be a wealthy woman. Living high on the haul and in a much healthier situation. Instead, here you were slouched in the confines of the leather couch seated at your shrink’s office. Shelling out two eighty per session to sit in a stranger’s face and lie to her..tell her you were healing and doing much better than the previous visit. But that was the furthest thing from. Your descent into madness was only spiraling further each time you came back..smiling through the painful emotions, grinning from ear to ear and laughing when all you wanted to do was scream to the top of your lungs. Crying yourself to sleep every single night and the culprit was ironically the one person who managed to hold your heart in their hands. Who had so much dominion over you despite not being in your life anymore. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez..the man who broke your heart without so much as a second thought. Left you for some other girl who couldn’t possibly compare to you in any facet..yet, he looked so fucking happy to have the bitch on his arm. Letting her cradle his waist as they rode away on his motorcycle..curled on his lap at the bar like some prize trophy. It was sick and insulting.

so it came as no surprise when he hit your line for one last hookup..you came running. Sneaking over to his place behind his girl’s back to blow yours out. “I just need to be sure that we’re done. One more time?” of course..anything for him. Anything to see the smile on that face. To hear him calling out your name as you rode his dick to kingdom come. Fastening his hands to the headboard and placing yours to the center of his barreling, chiseled..tattooed chest; fucking him slower and much better than his new bimbo could ever dream of. Bursting through his door with open arms and your legs curled around his waist whilst he bounced you up and down on his cock. From the kitchen, where he bent you over his countertop, choked you out and fed you deep, pressing strokes. Handling you the same way he had when he belonged to you. It was like absolute bliss. “God! Fuck, (y/n)…there’s no way I can quit you. We can’t be over..” you heard his declaration…too bad for him, his life was soon to be just that. Forfeit. At its end. Because while he was busy shoving his tongue down your throat and groping your breasts, he didn’t even noticed the giant knife stowed away behind your back. Not until you reached between his calves, grabbed it and raised it above his head. His eyes dilated past normal size and his breath hitching before questioning what you were doing. His very last words before he was unable to speak any longer. “It’s a bit too late for that, isn’t it?” Away you drove that blade into his flesh, hacking away at him as if he were nothing more than a piece of meat. With all the impending rage and swelling stress, you let it. You let him have it for all of the fucking turmoil he put you through…you wanted him to suffer! You didn’t stop until you knew for certain he had stopped breathing. It truly couldn’t be helped! This was all his doing and the inky reason it had gone this far was because of his actions. At least that’s what made you feel better. But your blind bloodlust was far from quenched and it’d only become worse when you heard footsteps and a high pitched voice growing closer…calling out to your Grim. snickering as you withdrew the blade from his skin, still lying atop his lifeless body, (y/n) turned in the most callous of manners towards the creaking door as it opened and greeted the poor, unsuspecting girl who entered. Flicking your tongue across the blade; blood spattered all over your brown skin, (y/n) coldly smirked… “..welcome home.”

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 1 year

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Wasting Love

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: When your friend and crush Eddie Munson asks you on a date, you think it’s the best day of your life. But when there’s a serial killer on the loose, you never know what might happen. You thought you were good at figuring out who the killer is in movies, but in real life… It’s a whole other game.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Non-con, Dub-con, kidnapping, drugging, obsession, serial killer, serial killer AU, murder, violence, blood, stalking, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, major character death (mentionned)

Word Count: 5063

A/n: Hello people! So this fic is a collaboration with my dearest friend, @cryptichobbit ! It’s our first time writing for Eddie, and to be honest it was really fun! I hope we’ll make more collabs in the future!

This fic is dark. Mind the warning. We’re not responsible for your media consumption.

With time, you became an obsession for him.

You were worse than all the drugs he was taking and selling.

He didn't think he would fall for you so much. You had been friends for several months after all, and part of him found it a bit strange to have those kinds of feelings towards his friend. But he couldn't deny it anymore, you were all he thought about, day and night, every day of the week, every hour. Despite his best efforts to stop thinking of you that way, you were on his mind. Because whenever he saw certain books you read and told him about, certain types of clothes you would wear, heard certain songs and bands you two would listen to together, the volume way too high for any normal beings, he automatically thought of you. You and your beautiful smile, you and your beautiful y/e/c eyes, you and your passions, you and your brilliant personality, you and your intelligence that impressed him, you and your goddess body that he just wanted to make his own… Everything that made him fall more and more in love with the wonderful person that you were.

He wanted to label you as his. Mark all of your gorgeous curves that were driving him insane.

He wanted to make you scream– no, even better. He wanted to make you scream his name.

So he made sure to prepare the perfect plan.

A date.

All girls love dates after all, right? And he knew what you liked, your favorite food, the places you preferred to go, what you liked to do or not. He probably knew more about you than you knew about yourself.

After planning the whole day in advance, not even knowing if you would say yes or no, he called your house. After talking to you a little longer than expected, all to hear your sweet voice, he invited you on the date and a beautiful smile appeared on his face when you accepted.

Just like he planned.

“Okay, I’ll get you tomorrow at 7pm!”

“Okay, can’t wait to see you Eddie.”

“Can’t wait to see you either, sweetheart!”

He had the talent of making the butterflies fly in your stomach.

Eddie couldn't wait to see you, he was so impatient he couldn't sleep that night. To help himself calm down and take his mind off things, he strummed his beloved guitar, loving the sound it made whenever he played with her strings.

When Eddie finally felt tired enough, he undressed and went under the warm covers of his bed. Falling asleep was hard, like he assumed it would be, but he thought of you and your sight filling his mind put him to sleep.

The next morning, Eddie woke up quite late for someone that couldn’t sleep. Immediately after he opened his eyes, he got up from the bed, put on the first clothes he could find and left his trailer for some last minute shopping. First the pharmacy and then the grocery store to pick up two or three useful things just in case, although in all honesty, it was just to pass the time. There were still hours to wait before picking you up and his impatience grew more and more.

Once he got back home, Eddie found a nice way to occupy himself while thinking of you...

When it was finally close to 6pm, Eddie started getting ready to look presentable. He took a quick shower to get himself clean and smell good, knowing how you loved his scent. It was one of the reasons why he gave you one of his sweaters even though you weren't together. His scent calmed you, reassured you and he found you completely adorable in it even if the clothing was too short on you, and that if you were not wearing a pair of shorts underneath, he could see everything.

The idea of taking you like that, on your back or even on all fours while you were wearing his sweater excited him terribly. Luckily, there was still some time to spend on a quick handjob. Thinking about your curves. His hand printed on your asscheek. His cock glistening wet, a sight to die for when he bottomed out of your tight channel. Your voice breaking begs for him to go rougher.

Needless to say, it wasn’t called a quickie for nothing.

Once he was done cleaning himself, Eddie got out of the shower and dried his hair. Finding something nice to wear to the date turned out to be harder than he thought, but he eventually found clothes that were not dirty or torn. Satisfied with his appearance, Eddie fixed his room and exited his trailer to drive to your house.

The drive was fast, and Eddie arrived to your place. His truck parked to the side of the road, he walked to your door and knocked. Your mom opened and he greeted her politely with one of his adorable smiles as he waited for you to be ready.

Girls always took more time to be perfectly pretty. But Eddie didn’t mind the wait, especially when he saw you walk down the stairs.

A soft, barely audible “wow” breached his parted lips, his chocolate eyes widening at the sight of you. You were wearing the dress. The dress he got you for your birthday, dress you never wore because it made you feel insecure. It was too short, too tight, the neckline was too deep and overall, the fabric sticking to your body like a second skin showed too much of the curves you hated.

But Eddie loved that dress for all of those reasons.

“Ready?” You giggled at seeing his expression. Your laugh echoed in Eddie’s ears like a soft, beautiful melody. Thankfully, the pants he wore were large, because otherwise, he would have had explanations to give about the bump hardening down there.

“Yeah. All ready. Let’s go.”

Eddie led the way, opening the door of your house to let you walk out first, and then opened the door of his car on the passenger side. A shy thank you left your lips as you thought his gestures were so romantic and gentlemanly. But in reality, Eddie’s actions were based on his perverted instinct on detailing your gorgeous body while you were unaware of where his eyes were resting.

Once inside his car, Eddie sighed and looked at you.

“You’re okay?” You wondered, your voice a bit higher than usual.

“Yeah it’s just… You’re just so pretty,” Eddie softly grinned at you, and the smile you gave him made him melt on the spot. Your hand played with your hair, placing a strand behind your ear as shyness filled your face with heat.

“And you’re so handsome, Ed.”

It was his turn to blush at your words. Eddie looked at himself all over. The baby blue button up shirt he got from one of his trips was a bit baggy on him, but once he rolled the cuffs to his elbows, it fitted perfectly. The jeans were big, but with his slim legs, every pair of pants he owned were oversized. Anyway, he preferred them that way.

“Ready to go?”

You grinned at him. Eddie took that as a yes, so he turned the engine on and started driving. Your favorite song immediately busted through the speakers and you nodded enthusiastically, appreciating his efforts to make the date perfect to the last detail.

After a few songs, you finally arrived at the destination. It was a small restaurant that you really liked for the good food, the affordable prices, and the warm ambiance. You walked inside, Eddie keeping the door open for you. Once seated, a waitress took your orders. As you were about to give yours, Eddie surprised you once again by telling the lady exactly what you wanted. He remembered your favorite dish from this place and it warmed your heart.

This was the perfect date.

While you both waited, you looked at Eddie and gave him a soft smile.

“How are you holding up?”

“What?” Chocolate eyes cluelessly glanced at you, as if he forgot.

Your heart sank and you reached a hand across the table in case he needed to hold on to something. “About Wayne.”

“Oh. Uhm.”

It was all over the news.

Hawkins was a small town, so when something happened, it didn’t take much time for everyone to know about it. Especially something as serious as a killer wearing some kind of ghost mask on the loose.

It was the fifth murder happening in the last two weeks. Victims were all found with similar injuries, but all died from different wounds. One got stabbed so many times, an abstract painting of red was covering the walls of the room he was found in. Another had been found on the ground, body sprayed like an insect someone would have squashed. The balcony patio door had been found open so the investigation concluded the victim had been pushed down.

But no matter what eventually killed the victims, they were all covered in stab wounds coming from the same blade.

It was getting worrisome but you knew the cops would protect you all. The sheriff was doing everything to catch the killer and you trusted Hopper. He got you out of trouble more than once after all.

Even though Wayne wasn’t your family, the sadness you felt was terribly hard to handle. He had been so sweet to you, always making sure you were okay and safe. Eddie’s uncle acted like a dad to you and you missed him terribly.

That fateful day when the killer took his life, Eddie came to your place. His hair was such a mess, his eyes red from crying too much and he was wearing a big hoodie, like somehow, it could hide him from the world and from the pain of losing his only family. No questions were asked when he showed up so late on your doorstep in that vulnerable state. You let him in and brought him to your room, lay on your bed and allowed him to cry, to sob and empty his whole heart to you as he kept crying against your chest. You let him mourn and listen to the words breaking through his sobs, telling you what happened and how he found the body.

Seeing the usually cocky, dorky and happy Eddie Munson in such a terrible state was heartbreaking and you could imagine the pain he had to endure right now. So you spent the rest of the night with him, rubbing his back, whispering sweet nothing to him, until you both fell asleep in your bed.

“I’m… I’m holding up. The trailer feels empty without him there,” he paused and thanked the waitress as she brought your food. “It feels lonely without him. Nobody called for him either, or for me, like we… don’t exist to them anymore. I guess I'm an orphan now,” he shrugged it off with a forced smile, his eyes not meeting yours.

Your heart broke. You knew he was joking to hide his sadness and avoid crying right then and there in the middle of the dinner.

“Eddie, i’m always there for you alright?” Your hand finally met his and you squeezed softly. The rings on his fingers were cold.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So no matter what, you have my full support and if you ever need anything… Just call me.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

A small smile stretched his lips, his eyes staring at your hands. You smiled back at him, relieved to see him seemingly feeling a bit better. A bit later, the waitress brought your food and you both started eating, talking a bit about anything and everything. Well, in all honesty, he mostly let you talk, enjoying the sound of your voice that was soothing for him, like a lullaby a mother would sing to her crying child. He loved how passionate you would become when you spoke about things you liked.

The food was good and you got sad when your plate was empty. You left the dinner, Eddie paying for the both of you, and you back in the truck to reach your final destination and the place of your date…

A drive-in.

You gasped, overjoyed with his choice for your first date.

“What movie are we gonna watch?” You were almost jumping on your seat.

God you were so cute. To eat for, Eddie thought.

“Manhunter. It’s a thriller, you're gonna love it.”

And he was right.

Even though during some scenes you could easily guess what was gonna happen and didn’t get surprised at some of the “jumpscares”, you had a good time.

“I knew who the bad guy was like immediately, it was so obvious,” you laughed once the credits rolled in.

“Ah?” Eddie whispered next to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck. Too invested in the movie, you didn’t notice that with the position you two were in, it was impossible for him to watch the movie.

Eddie had better, more interesting things to watch anyway.

“Yeah,” you commented. “I always guess the endings too easily, especially slasher movies. Serial killers are so obvious, the victims had it coming, like come on! They are so stupid.”

“Hm hm.”

Since Eddie had forgotten to bring blankets and nights were quite cold in November, you started shivering halfway through the movie. But as the good gentleman he was, Eddie proposed to cuddle, and of course, you accepted. That was how he ended up with his head on your shoulder, his lips so close to your skin, only one movement would connect your bodies.

Well… “Forgotten” was a big word.

When it was time to get back home, Eddie asked you if you wanted to come to his place to watch more movies with him. Of course you said yes, who were you to say no to more movies, cuddled up against Eddie Munson? You only needed to call your mother once you arrived to warn her, you didn’t want her to worry after all. With the murders happening around and the killer still on the loose, it was dangerous to go out at night. Luckily you were not alone, and knowing you were with Eddie would reassure your mom.

Happy with your answer, Eddie grinned and started driving to his place. It was a nice ride, the windows down just enough to let some cold air enter the car. Your favorite songs were still blasting loudly from the speaker, but it was nothing compared to your voice badly singing the lyrics alongside the driver.

Once at the trailer park, Eddie stopped his truck and quickly jumped out of it to jog to your side and open your door, extending a hand for you to take. You smiled and giggled at the gesture, taking the outstretched hand and walked inside with him.

“I need to prepare the popcorn, you can go to my room, I left a surprise for you there.” Eddie stopped walking abruptly and you spun towards him when your intertwined hands forbade you to go forward. Curious, you grinned and waved his arm from side to side.

“A surprise?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, bringing you closer to him. Bringing your hand to his lips, Eddie left a soft kiss that made you giggle. “I saw it and thought you’d like it. Well… I hope you like it.”

Because it cost me a lot. He thought.

You looked at him, wondering what he got you, curiosity stronger than anything. Eddie looked nervous all of a sudden, wary of how you would react, perhaps. Brushing the worry aside, you tried walking to his room again, but since he was still holding your hand, you couldn’t make two steps before you were dragged back again.

“Can I have my hand back, or do you want to keep it to yourself?” You playfully asked, a tint of flirt in your voice as you turned to him. But when you saw his look, your smile froze.

It was the low light of the trailer, you told yourself immediately. That was why his eyes looked so dark. It was only the shadow reflecting on his face, you reassured yourself when a creepy grin stretched his lips. Only the lights. Everything was fine.

“Sorry,” Eddie let go of your hand. Immediately after, he walked to his pantry to retrieve a package of uncooked popcorn. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and walked to his room. The weird feeling you started having when you saw his expression was still lingering in the back of your mind, so you squeezed it as much as you could in a corner to forget. But the sensation was persistent, screaming at you to just run outside that place. Run away before it was too late.

It was stupid. So stupid. You’ve known Eddie for so long, he was your friend, your confident, and finally you had a date with him. You never thought you had a chance with him, so when he asked you out, you almost cried of happiness. It was only the movie that put those ideas inside of your brain. Watching a thriller / horror movie with everything that was happening in the town might not have been the best idea after all. But then you wondered…

Why did the drive-in decide to play that one then, if they knew about the ongoing murders? That seemed quite heartless of them, now that you thought about it.

You were still thinking about it, denial fighting your survival instinct when you entered Eddie’s room. The handle was cold in your palm and the door creaked on its hinges, the sound breaking the silence in two. It sounded like a howl of agony, like the wood itself was warning you of the inevitable outcome.

Stumbling in the dark, your fingers finally found the switch and you turned on the light. It blinded you temporally, his room was way more lit than the rest of the trailer, so your eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust. When you could finally open them without squinting, you looked around… And your attention immediately stopped on the bed.

Your heart dropped in your stomach. Heavy, like a brick, it hurt and nausea rose in your throat. It was barely if you could hold yourself up.

His bed was a mess, nothing more than normal for Eddie. But on it… Black clothes were neatly spread on the sheet, like the person that put it there wanted you to recognize them immediately. Like that wasn’t enough, next to it was a mask of a frowning face with a gaping mouth.

Ghostface.

But the worst… The worst was the butcher knife covered in blood laid between those two items.

And as Eddie expected, you screamed.

God that scream was beautiful.

Just like you.

You felt an arm wrap tightly around you, the only reason you didn’t collapse on the floor when a sudden sting stabbed your neck. As your vision became blurry and your head heavy, you heard a simple “sorry” coming from the metalhead’s mouth.

The last thought you had was the one of denial. It couldn’t be. It had to be a nightmare. The killer placed the clothes on Eddie’s bed to frame him and was forcing him to do all of this.

Your survival instincts were frowning at your naiveness.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you weren’t wearing your own clothes anymore. The tight dress was gone, replaced by something bigger, the material soft like silk. It hurt everywhere when you forced your body to move, but you fought the ache and opened your eyes to look around. Metallica and Iron Maiden posters on the walls. A guitar proudly displayed next to a mirror. The light way too strong for your retinas. And on your body, a black robe.

Shifting slightly to feel the surrounding, you noticed you were wearing nothing under the black clothing. Your underwear was gone.

The heat followed pretty quickly. Your whole body was hot, terribly hot, it was unbearable. It felt like a hundred degrees in here, sweat covering every inch of your body.

And over that, you were desperately soaked. Wetness was drenching the insides of your thighs.

“My sweet princess finally woke up. How are you feeling? Had a nice sleep?”

Somewhere deep inside, his voice woke up the reality of the situation. Fear tried to make its way through your veins, but it burned and melted with all the rest. Your head felt fuzzy, your sight difficult to focus on the silhouette next to you.

“Eddie…” The name barely escaped your parted mouth, like a whisper bleeding through your lips.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, so sorry… You make me crazy. You’re worse than all the drugs I took since I started taking them y’know?” he smiled softly at you, too softly. Your gaze focused on that part of his face and fear tried once again to fill your lungs.

One breath got in, but it came out with a needy, desperate little sound.

It wasn’t your Eddie. It couldn’t be your Eddie. You had to wake up, move, leave, not stay there and… Want it! What the fuck was wrong with your body? You should feel fear, despair, sadness, anger, hell, feel betrayed.

“E-Eddie please…”

But all you could feel was the uncontrollable urge to get him even closer to you.

“Shh, you’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone else come in between us. Now, I can have you all to myself.”

You whined and shifted in the bed again. Only, this time, you finally noticed the lack of bounds… You weren’t even tied up. Then, why couldn’t you move? Your mind was getting more and more fuzzy and even though you didn’t have all of your head, you understood what happened.

He drugged you.

You hated that. You hated how it made you feel, your body burning up so bad, your head was melting the basic instinct of survival you should have had. The fight or flee response was gone.

“Is my princess needy? I can fix that.”

Eddie’s hands found their way to your thighs and slipped under the robe. He squeezed the plump flesh and grinned at your reaction, his fingers digging into you.

“The drug seems really effective– now, what if I do this…”

One of his hands moved between your legs and slowly caressed your dripping pussy, making him growl in approval at how wet you were. You moaned despite the situation, hating how he was touching you while you were drugged. Completely at his mercy. No ties were needed to keep you docile, whatever he forced through your veins was doing the job just fine.

And you hated that it took that fucked up situation for you to understand… Sweet, funny, dorky Eddie Munson was not the one he seemed. It made so much sense now, how he met you. That day at the bus stop. He didn’t even need to take the bus. How he befriended you. How that stranger you met just like that had the same taste as you in music, food, arts, and wouldn’t mind listening to you talk about your passions for hours. The stranger became a friend. He knew what to tell you when you were sad or which joke to whisper to make you laugh.

Like he knew you before.

It made so much sense.

How Wayne died. The news said he got run over and over again by a car after being stabbed at the bottom of his back, the perfect spot to paralyze someone to the waist down. It was dark when Eddie drove to your house the night it happened. But you were sure you saw the bumper of his truck… damaged.

How Steve died. Billy. Tommy. Heather.

All those people… You talked to them shortly before their death. Either they were your friend, or just someone you were tutoring, or a girl that was bullying you for your appearance.

And the first victim… Steve… He was your friend. One day, he joked and openly flirted with you… And when that happened…

Eddie was there.

The shirt he was wearing tonight at the date. You knew why it was familiar.

It was Steve’s shirt.

You thought that anyone else but him could be the killer but Lord knew you were wrong. You could brag as much as you could, you were very bad at finding who the killer was after all.

That was the last thing your brain could gather before it all melted under the heat. It reached the last remains of your sanity, filling it up with lust instead. And without you noticing, your legs opened up. Your body knew what it wanted, your cunt trembling in need of getting used and fucked over and over again.

That simple action made Eddie smile.

You could hear the buckle of his jeans getting undone. Hastily, with only one hand, it took him some time to get his jeans and boxer down so he could free his hard length. Eddie sighed as he rubbed his cock head between your folds. Precum was already leaking from it, that was how bad he had wanted you all night. Thinking about your body, your curves, all of you that would be his at the end of the date.

“I’m gonna make you mine officially.”

In one simple push, he was already balls deep inside you, snatching a loud moan out of your mouth at being so suddenly and perfectly filled. Eddie groaned at the feeling of finally being inside you.

Raw.

He waited a bit before moving as he wanted to enjoy your warmth and softness as much as he could. Compliments bled through his lips, how hot you looked while wearing his robe, how cute your face was flushed with arousal, how needy and pathetic your whimpers were and how tight and warm your cunt was around his cock.

As he pressed his lips against you, Eddie finally sealed your first kiss. The moment he stole your breath, he started pounding inside you. It wasn’t soft at all and showed how deeply anchored his dark desires for you were. All those months studying you, getting to know you to be ready the day of your meeting. Befriend you. Stay out of the radar while erasing everyone that got in his way. Killing the potential rivals or slashing the throat of the ones that would hurt you, like that dumb bitch that bullied you for your gorgeous body.

You were a goddess and they were barely ants. They were only annoying him, so he squashed them like bugs.

All those efforts, all those months of planification, it drained him to the last drop of patience. So now that he finally had you, there was no more waiting.

His balls were slapping against your ass each time he found himself back inside you. It was raw, it was rough, and the drugs flooding in your system amplified the sensations to a level where you couldn’t even moan properly. Everytime he bottomed out, his cock hit your cervix and your vision would turn white with the pleasure building up more and more. It was hot, you were burning up, and you didn’t even notice your hands were now gripping his shirt so tightly, it was ripping the tissue apart.

When his lips left yours, you took a breath you didn’t know you were holding. But even then, the air burned your throat and your lungs and got stuck under an unwanted moan. The coil in your stomach was tightening more and more, and all you wanted was to cum. Supplications were leaving your mouths with the whimpers, but you couldn’t even make the difference.

Was there really a difference?

Eddie’s mouth didn’t stay away from your body for long, as he made sure to mark all the skin he could access. Love bites and hickeys left a trail of burns as he attacked your neck and jaw, sucking and biting everything he could. At one particular sensible spot he bit, you clenched around him and threw your head back, feeling yourself becoming so sensitive to his touch, your body filled with little shocks of pleasure. Eddie answered your reaction by thrusting faster and deeper, his grunts now loudly resonating in your ears. He kept the pace until he reached his climax, loving how your walls tightened around him when he felt you cum around him. You just couldn’t help it, your body exploded with pleasure when it felt Eddie painting your walls with his seeds.

You were completely out of breath, exhausted, but the drug was still kicking hard in your system. Eddie chuckled when you lazily moaned, your pussy squeezing him as if it wanted to be filled again.

But Eddie didn’t need you to tell him you wanted more, because he didn’t want it to end so soon. So, even if he just came, he kept moving, kept fucking you, pushing the cum that was leaking back inside of your abused hole. It was slower, but oh god, so deep and good. Your cunt was burning now, the lightest contact on your crotch was setting the fire ablaze over your body.

“Oh, princess,” his voice was raw. Low. Dangerous. His breath tickled your ear and sent shivers down your spine, shivers you couldn’t even feel under the heat. “Don’t worry… You’re mine now, and I'll fill those holes up again and again until you are dripping with my cum because you’ll never leave me. Ever.”

Your mother never heard news of you ever again after that night. All she got was a postcard from you from a place far away, telling you left for good and never wanted to come back to Hawkins again.

The truth was darker. And like when Wayne died, no one bothered checking on Eddie the freak Munson. No one asked him if he knew something and no one checked the last location you were known to be…

No one knew you were closer than it seemed.

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245 @b3autyfuldisast3r @eevvvaa @wickedinspirations @fictional-affairs @awkward-and-indecisive @cryptichobbit

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lucky-bucky-boy · 1 year

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Arrogance Incarnate

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki and you don’t get along, at all. It’s infuriating and frustrating, except in the few moments where it’s pure bliss. Inspired by @lokisgoodgirl series Hostile F*cks that I stumbled upon a few days ago.

Word Count: 2859

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, dom/sub elements, angry fuck, pet names, open-ended ending

A/N: This post does not have any of my taglist added as my taglist is now 2 years outdated. I hope you all enjoy this piece as I certainly enjoyed writing again. Let me know what y’all think!

This is set as if everything is happy and okay, everyone lives in the compound together. Also, inspired by @lokisgoodgirl Hostile F*cks series that I stumbled upon the other day!

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No one really comprehended how it got like this, some days it was better not to ask and just ignore it. It didn't start out this way, quite the opposite as a matter of fact; all warm welcomes and soft smiles inevitably turned into agitated sighs and annoyed eye rolls.

You couldn't help it though. He had become absolutely infuriating; too sure of himself, too cocky, too arrogant… Too Loki.

Nat sat beside you at the kitchen island, finishing up her food as the time neared for her to leave. Majority of the team had been assigned a mission, they wouldn't be gone for long - only 2 or 3 days - but it required a lot of manpower to assure no one got hurt. You'd been on the last few big missions so Tony let you sit this one out, figuring you'd enjoy some peace and quiet.

But peace and quiet was the last thing you would get. Since this mission requires the most finesse, the assurance that no one would make an abrupt move, that no one would steer away from the plan, Loki had also been chosen to sit this one out.

"I really hope you guys get back sooner rather than later," you huffed, picking at the last bit of the fruit in your bowl.

Nat chuckled softly, shaking her head at your complaints, "Try not to kill each other while we're gone. Spiderboy is hanging back too if you need someone to occupy you."

You rolled your eyes, standing up to clean up your dishes and taking hers with you, "Peter is an MIT student, has to travel between here and Boston every 4 weeks, has a girlfriend, is working on suit upgrades, and has friends in the city he hasn't seen in months. I doubt I'm the first person on his list of people to 'occupy'."

Nat followed you, rubbing her hand along your back as you stood at the sink cleaning the dishes. "Well, take yourself out, or have a movie night. Maybe rearrange your room like you've been talking bout. Or find a good lay." She teased at the end.

You shook your head, turning the water off and shaking your hands of the water, "Yeah yeah, I know. But I'd rather spend my time sitting in the same room as you, playing on my switch, and bitching about the same shit over and over. But I'll live. You, however, need to get going before Steve decides to come searching for you."

She sighed, an apologetic look spreading across her features. "I know. But, we're still on for that brunch and spa spot next week. I'll text you updates, okay?"

You nodded, watching as she turned and made her way to the meeting room for debriefing.

This was going to be a long few days.

You started making your way to your room, intending to grab a book then head out to sit by the pool. But you didn't make it far, hearing Thor's booming voice echoing off the walls. You stopped, hating yourself immediately for being interested in the conversation, but nonetheless you stayed out of sight.

"Be nice to her, brother. She was the only one kind to you when we arrived. Surely, you must appreciate that enough to think about your actions."

Loki's sigh was sharp and loud, "For the last time, Thor, how I treat our fellow colleagues," there was a tinge of disgust in his voice that turned your face sour at hearing it, "has very little to do with you. Besides, this back and forth between (Y/N) was started by her. For being the one who was kindest to me, she's the only one now who is constantly irritated by my very presence."

It was true. You hated to admit it, but every word was true. Shaking your head, you kept moving, trying you best to make it seem like you hadn't been listening in.

When Thor and Loki had decided to make Asgard their new home, things were rough. Loki's history with Earth made it so that S.H.I.E.L.D required them to live with the Avengers for two years. Any trips he made outside the compound had to be supervised for the first 6 months, then slowly he could gain trust.

Their arrival was almost a year ago. You had heard the many stories of Loki, mostly bad with Thor sprinkling in some good. It became glaringly obvious to you that something had to be happening at the time the others had met him, that pieces of information were missing for you to understand fully why Loki attacked New York. Sure, you didn't want to immediately dismiss the concerns, but you wanted him to feel like he had someone there who didn't hate him.

And it did begin that way, a friendly introduction, showing him books, introducing him to movies and songs. There were countless times in the beginning where Loki and you were almost inseparable.

Then the missions started, and irritation started. He was too brazen, making bold moves without discussion. More than once he had put you in a predicament where you could have gotten hurt. There was this one mission in particular, you were undercover in a club trying to collect information, Loki was your watch - the person you had been talking to had gotten a little too close, nothing you weren't expecting, but Loki apparently felt it was too much. The two of you had to rush out after Loki left the guy with a broken nose.

Sure, it became frustrating to work on missions with him, but it didn't become bad at home until after he was able to leave the compound on his own.

One night, admittedly after too many glasses of wine, you had made your way to Loki's room with the full intention of trying to flirt your way into a date with him. He was tall, stunningly gorgeous, playful, and caring. You had spent a lot of time with him, movie nights that kept you up late, stories being passed back and forth. But just as you were about to knock on his door, there was a loud, high pitched, nasally moan of his name. It was a voice you didn't recognize, your blood running instantly cold as your hand hovered over the door.

It was that moment that things turned bad. You had made an backhanded remark the next day, and Loki being Loki reciprocated. Every day another verbal dagger thrown until the two of you couldn't be in the same room together.

Tony had even put you two on an easy mission together, hoping that somehow you two would have it out and things would improve, but that didn't work. It just made things worse.

You did have it out though. The first times of many you would truly have it out with Loki. No one had noticed or caught on, not that either of you were aware of. You truly couldn't stand him anymore unless he was seated to the hilt in you, or if his piercing eyes were darkening between your thighs, or his hands roaming every inch of your body.

How would anyone catch on? Outside of your bedroom, the two of you barely even spared a glance to each other and the ones you did were out of sheer agitation. No lingering words or flirty smiles. And the only time you found him in your bed was after weeks of build up from bickering and arguing.

You closed your door behind you, sighing deeply to try to put your roaming thoughts at bay. This was truly going to be a long few days.

The weather couldn't have been better, but the moment you stepped outside the desire to be anywhere but on a bed or couch went out the door. You stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of the sunshine and the soft breeze of air that allowed a reprieve from the heat. The jets of the teams leaving soared overhead. With yet another sigh you turned on your heels, heading back inside.

Opting to head back to your room, you passed the living quarters again where Loki had taken home for the day. Your footsteps passing brought his attention from the book in his hands, watching with slight amusement as you moved through the compound.

"Having troubles making up your mind?" He called to you.

Another huff and roll of the eyes, but you kept moving, ignoring the God's taunt.

You hadn't been in your room long before the door flew open, startling you. Loki stood there, annoyance written on his face. "No one else is here, so must you continue to pretend to hate me to my core?"

Words left you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. This was bold of him, he'd hadn't come to your room without warning before, and truly you did expect to just ignore each others existence for the next few days.

"I asked you a question." He let himself in, shutting the door behind him as he stalked his way to stand above you at the end of the bed.

"Pretend?" You asked, voice soft and throat dried. You hated the effect he could have on you - the smell of him, of leather, musk, and mint overwhelming your senses.

"Are you saying you're not pretending?" His eyebrows were raised.

You huffed, rising from your sitting position to your knees. "Loki, I can assure you, that pretending would be much less exhausting."

"Darling, don't act like there isn't a part of you that wants me." You swallowed hard, staring up at him. Of course you wanted him, you wanted him in more ways than you would admit. Loki stared back, "If you're not pretending, then why do you hate me?" His voice was almost teasing.

"You're arrogant. You're arrogant to the point that you are blinded by it." You stated.

"That's it? Did the little pet get her feelings hurt by something I said? Or was it something I did?" He teased, punctuating the end of his sentence by carding his hands through your hair and tugging tightly.

"I am the God of Mischief after all, darling. You truly didn't think that I wouldn't be a little unhinged, did you?" He tugged your hair back, forcing a gasp out of you as he started to move you to a lying position, him hovering over top of you, "We both know there's a part of you that still loves it. If you didn't, you wouldn't have your legs wrapped around my waist right now, you wouldn't moan my name so wantonly, you wouldn't even let me anywhere near your pretty little pussy."

Loki used his leverage of his hand in your hair to turn your head, kissing at the sensitive skin of your neck. "Admit it," he said between kisses, "admit you want me, darling."

A chill ran down your spine. You hated it, the second he was on top of you, you had instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands now carding in his hair. You were already getting wet, trying your best to hold back any whines or moans.

Loki didn't like you ignoring him. He bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking hard and undoubtedly leaving a mark. He pulled back, "if you want me to satisfy you, you need to admit it."

His hand left your hair, both of them moving to roam across your body. The moved under your shift, cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. He didn't say anything as he continued on, hands moving to cups your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

He was going to tease until you admitted it. Loki's hips rocked slowly against you, relishing in listening to you whine and whimper, your own hips trying to run against him, your core getting hot with need. His lips continued their assault on your neck, careful not to leave any marks too high up.

Suddenly, your shirt was gone, Loki using it magic to take it off. His mouth move to your shoulder, leaving an array of purple and blue there, making his way further down and nipping at the top of your chest.

"Please," you whined, pulling at his hair, "Please Loki."

He chuckled against your skin, hands snaking behind you to undo your bra, taking notice of the goosebumps thay spread across your skin from the feel of his hands on you. "Admit you want it. You know what you have to say."

You whined, squirming as he pulled up some to discard your bra. Immediately, his mouth attached to your nipple, flicking and sucking the sensitive bud as his hand moved to toy with the other one. He switched back and forth, your moans like music to his ears.

Moans were spewing out of you, hips rutting harder and fast. "Damn it, Loki, stop the teasing and just fuck me if that's what you came in here to do." You managed to choke out.

Loki pulled away from your chest, both hands playing with your nipples now. "I came here to teach you a lesson. Now, admit you want it."

"I want it," you finally blurted out, feeling like you were going crazy with need. "I want you, Loki. Please just fuck me."

"Good girl," suddenly, all of your clothes were gone. He sat back on his legs, looking down at you for a few moments. "Heavens, you're still just as ravishing to look at."

His were gone now as well and he leaned back down, capturing your lips in his. It happened so quickly, him moving your calves to his shoulders, lining his cock up with your core, pushing in slowly as your lips moved against each other feverishly.

Loki pushed himself all the way in, staying still once he was fully seated, watching the look of ecstasy on your face, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly agape. It was a look he would never get tired of.

He waited until you looked up at him to pull out and shove himself back in, setting a pace that rattled you inside out. He moved one of your legs down to his waist, angling his hips and moving a hand to rub your clit.

Loud moans fell from you, echoing off the walls and sounding like songs in his ears. He kept at it, feeling your walls spasm, watching you feeling at him.

A wave of confidence ran through you, moving your other leg back down to his waist, you sat up as best as you could, carding a hand through his hair and pulling him back down to kiss him. You move your lips to his neck, making sure his would match yours in color. Hands moving along his lean body.

Pressure began to build, his relentless pursuit of both your high starting to become successful. Your free hand moved to his back, scratching against the pale expanse of skin and leaving bright red marks in your wake.

Suddenly, a hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, "you're being so good for me for someone who hates me." A chill ran up your spine, the pressure in your core ready to flood and take over, "I can feel you squeezing my cock, cum for me, darling. Be my good girl and cum for me."

Between his blissfully sinful words and the rutting of his hips against yours, you toppled over the edge, immediately securing your mouth to his shoulder and biting down to muffle your loud moans. The pain spurred him on, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own high. Loki came, painting your insides white as he collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you too much with his weight as he took deep breaths, both of your hearts racing.

There was a pleasant quiet that fell between the two of you, something that hadn't happened before. It was always finished and get gone as quickly as possible, but this time he laid there for a couple of minutes, both of you taking in the bliss of not being at each other's throat.

Loki inevitably pulled out of you, taking the time to get up and get a rag from your connected bathroom. He brought it over, slightly damp, wiping the dried saliva from his own neck before handing it to you so you could clean yourself up some. As you did, he grabbed his clothes instead of using his magic to put them back on.

Loki slipped his pants on, holding the rest of his clothes in his hand as he made his way to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned to look at you, an almost tired expression on his face.

"When you have decided you're done pretending to hate me, let me know." And with that he walked out, leaving you there to contemplate your every emotion.

#loki smut #loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson #loki one shot #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #marvel smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #loki imagine #smut

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bubblessunshinehoney · 1 year

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Is it smut?

A/N: i think the title speaks for itself, but yeah, it was my first fic ever published on my first account @/cloudyfeel. Still couldnt get it back, so i'm investing all my energy on this one, hehe

TW: smut, I mean the title is a spoiler?… cockwarming, slight jealousy,(if you look very closely), a little bit of angst-Tom being a bit insecure

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Dont't be shy, comment, reblog, like!

english is not my first language. not beta read, all mistakes are my own.

You were on the couch reading some fanfic on tumblr while Tom, your cute boyfriend, was watching some golf on TV. It was time like this, that you miss while he was away for filming or on press tour. You just enjoyed being with him and spend time with him even if both of you were doing different things.

“What are you reading?” Tom asked you genuinely curious. You looked at him before answering: “Some fanfiction”

“About who?” You thought of your answer.. you were not embarrassed to read fanfiction, Tom knew from the start of your relationship two years ago, that you read and write some of it. “Mmh… currently Bucky Barnes, it’s a really good one.” “Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes?” “Yeah, who else?” You asked in return.

Tom looked at you, a hint of jealousy coursing his veins. He didn’t know why… but he also knew that you found Sebastian Stan pretty looking. You could feel him tensed. You let a small sigh and you said:“ I also read one about Captain America, Harry Styles, Peter Parker…so you know about a lot of people, about a lot of different topics.”

“You read fanfic about me?” You laughed. “I said about Peter Parker.” He snorted. “Yeah, but I am Peter Parker.” “So he’s Andrew Garfield or Tobey Maguire… you’re not that special, babe” you teased him. “Excuse me young lady?” “I excuse you pretty boy.”

You continued your reading, but you could feel Tom’s glaze on you. You stopped looking at your phone after a few minutes and you meet eyes with Tom. “Ok, I confess… I read fanfic about you.” “Like me, me? ” “Yeah and your characters. But mostly Peter Parker, Arvin Russell and you as yourself or in alternative universe.” He blushed. You raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “Why are you blushing ?” “Is it smut?”

You scoffed, “sometimes” you mumbled. Now you were a bit embarrassed… ok you read smut about those fictional characters… but to admit it out loud to your boyfriend, who played those characters… you felt shy suddenly. “But I’m right here, darling” “ I’m not reading smut about you or your characters when you here…” “Oh…but your reading bucky barney’s fiction…with smut?”

It was your time to blush. Yup, you were reading a smut fiction about a marvel character while your boyfriend was watching innocently some golf. “Maybe?” “Y/N!” “Sorry, Tom, ok? I just found it and the summary was catchy and I started reading it…. and this author is very good at smut. I am horny and reading this kind of fiction is nice when I am in this state, you know.” “But I am here!” Shouted Tom. “Tom, sweety, I am mentally horny… not physically horny right now” You both laugh. “Damn, you’re weird… I love you Y/N/N”. “Love you too dork, but I know that you’re jealous of my Bucky Barnes fanfic.” The day went by and when you were both getting ready to go to bed Tom asked you.

“Could I read some?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “ I mean, I am curious to see some of the works you liked. About my characters, me or other.” “To be clear, I read about you or you characters, when I missed you and you’re not here, ok? Because clearly, when we’re together I don’t need it… I mean all my fantasies come true while we’re together.”

“No need to justify, baby. You told me when we started dating that you like reading and writing some fanfic. But I really am curious and to read some you liked… I don’t know I feel like I can connect with even more, when we’re not together.” You pout, he was the cutest…and you couldn’t handle it or even said no to him. “Tom… stop being this adorable… give me your phone I’ll connect you to my tumblr.”

He smiled at you and handed you his phone. He was happy to asked you this because he was going away for a few days with his brothers and you couldn’t come. “Keep in mind that some of them are… maybe a bit extreme and I don’t put them on the list of the thing I want to try with you during sex, alright?” He nodded and opened his arms for you to come cuddle him. ~~~~~~ You were at your desk working on something when your phone start buzzing. Tom was calling you. “Hey Tommy!” “Hey, Y/N” “ we said that we were calling each other later or am I wrong?” There was a silent and you could hear tom heavy breathing. “ you ok?” “I’m reading some of the fanfic that you saved.” Your heart started beating a little faster. “Oh, the extreme ones?” “ i don’t know what you mean about extreme… but I- i am a little concern about my size.” “Your size?” “ yeah, my penis… I-I mean sometimes the description of my shaft in these… I wonder if mine is… you know good enough…” You reprimanded your laugh. Tom was sometime insecure, but you were not ready for him to be insecure about his size…well no this one to be honest. “You’re stretching me just right, baby boy.” You said languidly. “ damn, you don’t know what’s coming for you when I am home.” He replied. “Well I sure hope to cum…” You both laughed and started to talk about everything and anything before you had to hang up and started working again. But you couldn’t wait for him to come home… now you were horny in the physical way. ~~~~ Two days later, Tom and his brothers were coming back from there little trip. You had planned a little lingerie set to welcome home your sweet, sexy and handsome boyfriend. You heard the door open and shut quite quickly before the voice of Tom came to you. “Y/N!” “In the bedroom!” You found the best way to lay down on the sheets. You were on your stomach with your legs bends and your chin between your hands. Tom literally stormed to the room. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with wide eyes and he huffed.

“ jesus, why didn’t you warned me that those fanfic could made me that horny !” You laughed and sit on your knees. “ why don’t you cure your horny state with me ? I just read a fanfic with Peter Parker and it was… so… fucking hot. I need you Tom.”

Tom took his shirt and pants off. He crowled on the bed and stopped just an inche from you. He looked at you from head to toes and his eyes darkened with lust. “ I saw that you read one were we have a threesome with Hazz.” “ yeah, an extreme one…sorry about that. But if it makes it better, I don’t want to… just you and me.. nobody else.” He kissed you, with a certain passion that you only found when he came back from filming. His hands started running down your body, cupping your breast, your ass before he cupped your cheeks.“ You’re so beautiful, I can believe you’re mine.” You chuckled and put your hands on his neck and you scratched the base of his hair. He groaned in the kiss and put you closer to him. “ I want to try something.” He whispered. You hummed letting him now that you were listening. He kissed your cheeks, your lips, your neck before saying. “Cockwarming” you put your hands on his shoulders and you looked him in the eyes. “I was thinking of that this morning… I want to try it too. But not in my mouth though…” “ yeah, not in your mouth I wanna hold you tight.”

You stripped from you last bit of clothing and Tom sat against the headboard. You straddled him, he caressed your folds, you reached the drawer of the nightstand and got the lube. Tom smiled at you and took the bottle. He opened it and squeezed some in his hands, he worked him self up and continue to teasing your folds. When you felt both ready, he put a condom and you aligned yourself with him. You slipped gently and when your ass meet his thighs you both sigh in pleasure. “So now, we don’t move for awhile” Tom murmured. “Yeah, that’s the idea of cockwarming. How was the trip?”

He chuckled and tried to focus on his answer, but he felt too good to be in you after being so horny for the past few days of reading this smut. “It was nice, but not as nice as what I am feeling right now.” You laughed and in doing so you clenched a little bit. Tom hissed and you let a little moan out. “Fuck, that’s not what I thought, I would feel. Tom, don’t be insecure about your size, you’re really filling me up just right.”

He put his arms around your waist and kissed your beck tenderly. “Gosh I love you, Y/N/N”. You put your hands in his hairs and kissed his forehead, cheeks and then his lips. “I love you too, Tommy.”

You stayed silent, just enjoying the feeling to be this close and this connected. When your legs started to hitch, Tom took the initiative to turned you around. Without slipping out of you, he was on top. He took both of your legs and put them on his waist and he started thrust in you. You whimper quietly at the sudden movement. Your hands on his back, your nails digging in his flesh. He groaned and start thrusting harder and faster. You moaned louder and louder overwhelmed by the warming and now the way Tom entered you and hitting your g-spot. “Babe, I wont last long” panted Tom.

You kissed him passionately and your hands went on his ass to accentuate his movement. “Me neither, touch me please”. He reached for your clit and you arched your back. Tom searched your eyes, when you locked them together your breathing synchronized and you both camed at the same time. Your all body trembled and Tom collapsed on top of you. You caressed his head and shoulders while he kissed tenderly your neck and collarbone.

“Sweety, can you come out. Cockwarming is over” you chuckled. He sighed and lay down beside you. You cuddled on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Babe, do you want me to sub next time?” “If you up for it, why not.”

He hold you tighter and kissed your forehead. Maybe let him read your favourite fanfic was a good idea.

#tom holland fandom #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland #tom holland imagine #signal boost #rpf #tom holland rpf

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rebelrebelwrites · 1 year

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I’ve decided to resurrect…

Fic Friday! ❤️ Weekly Fic Recs

Years ago, I did this back in the Reylo fandom, but I’m bringing it back for the Saurondriel/Haladriel fandom because: A) I’m still obscenely obsessed B) I’m all about supporting creators and C) Since I’m not currently writing for this fandom, I want to contribute how I can. 😊

Let’s do it!

This week’s recs are…

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal reading preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Across That Fine Line by @myrsinemezzo

What you need to know going in:

A post-S1 that’s got hype for great reason. After stealing the mithril and Fëanor’s hammer, Sauron spirits away to Mordor with Gal hot on his heels. Once they reunite, things get spicy — we’re talking banter, manipulation (on both sides), a devious and devoted Sauron who’s also terrified of falling too far in love (too late, bro), and a Gal who’s rightfully wary but wants to believe that there’s a way to thread the needle with him. As their journey progresses, so does the depth of their dynamic. Plus! Some awesome inclusions/characters from Tolkien lore. All in all, an absolute must-read.

WIP, Rated Explicit

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: our souls were made from the stars by SilverWing12

What you need to know going in:

Oh gosh, where to even begin??? This lush, brilliant, meticulously measured slow burn of an AU is something I bask in every update. This story sees Mairon delayed in joining Melkor, and instead, he meets Galadriel in Valinor while she's still a child. Hundreds of years pass in which their friendship grows and grows, building to a point of mutual attraction and affection that is stifling in how well-realized and precarious it feels. The world-building, intentionality, pacing, characterization, and mounting pressure in this fic as Mairon falls deeper into darkness and Galadriel grows more suspicious (though both are clearly in love with each other) is simply luxurious.

WIP, Mature

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir

What you need to know going in:

Gal doesn’t find out about Sauron’s deception for years, and as a result, she becomes his Queen. The post-S1 ensuing romance, angst, delicious tension and SCORCHING smut is sublime. Get ready for a delightfully unhinged, very devoted Sauron and a Gal who’s rightfully sharp, incredibly brave, and demands what she’s owed. This fic more than sticks the landing at the conclusion — it shreds it. In the absolute best way. I cheered, folks. Cheered.

Complete, Rated Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Litost by @demonscantgothere

What you need to know going in:

It’s no secret that this story, as with every other story I’ve read by Helholden, is wonderful — expect to see their work on this list a few times at least. That being said, I think Litost might be my favorite. It’s post-S1, but by many years, starting with Galadriel being captured and brought back to Numenor as a prisoner of Ar-Pharazôn and his new High Priest of the Cult of Melkor… wonder who that could be? 👀🙃 You guessed it, everyone’s favorite Dark Lord! The resulting twists and turns in this fic continue to surprise, and the angst and longing (on both sides) simmers. The dialogue between these two, when they really communicate, is stellar at getting at the heart of their every conflict. It will pierce you — and you’ll love it.

WIP, Rated Mature

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Instruments of Salvation by @scriberated

What you need to know going in:

It's Gal who gets hurt when Orodruin erupts, and as a result, Sauron must save her the only way he can — by forging a bond, all while she still believes he's Halbrand, rightful king of the Southlands. As with all of Scriberated's works, the writing is impeccable, the smut is steamy as all hell, and the characterization is 🤌🤌🤌. As Gal and Hal/Sauron's bond grows in strength, so does the pace at which you'll consume this tantalizing treat of a fic. Stop reading because it's bedtime? Doubtful.

WIP, Rated Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

Don't see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don't fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend... ❤️

Until next week!

#saurondriel #haladriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #sauriel #fanfic #fic recs #saurondriel fanfic #haladriel fanfic

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 11 months

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“I don’t even ship zutara but moral authority …..”

1) Sounds like you do ship zutara if you’re getting this mad.

2) No one is questioning Zutara’s morality. We’re complaining about how y’all can’t mind your own fucking business and constantly shove Zutara down everyone’s throats, even when others have stated that it’s not their cup of tea. Every time an anon DOES complain about Zutara’s morality, however, op always calls that anon out (as you should).

3) There’s Zutara shippers who enjoy all kinds of questionable things in your camp. Your smut week had rape despite the rules stating that rape isn’t allowed and despite those very same people loudly declaring that anyone who ships Kataang supports SA. Worry about that first.

4) If I were you, anon, I’d be embarrassed. People who tend to enjoy incest are pretty open to all shipping dynamics in general. This means that your fandom is so deranged that you’ve managed to piss off people that otherwise would be completely fine with Zutara. That’s the part you’re really upset about - the part you’re disguising as “you ship incest but you’re dictating what I can or cannot ship!!!”

Yeah, I got the feeling that the "I don't even ship Zutara" argument was hollow since everytime I criticized the ship - or rather, the bad apples among the shippers - I'd get some angry zutarians "calling me out" for shipping Zucest (because apparently they assume the thing I do very openly is some kind of dirty secret I don't want anyone to find out about)

"Every time an anon DOES complain about Zutara’s morality, however, op always calls that anon out (as you should)" Awn, I'm glad me going "it's not that deep, bro" has become a praise-worthy aspect of this blog.

Ah, Zutarians criticizing any ship for having any problematic elements (and making them up when they can't find any) only to then take said elements up to eleven in their own fics will never not be amusing to me. Like, buddy, if you want the right to explore any kind of topic/dynamic on your fics without having people assume you authomatically endorse everything you make the characters do, the very least you gotta do is respect that other fans have as much right to do it as you do, and admit that they're not "abuse apologists" just because their pairings had low points.

"People who tend to enjoy incest are pretty open to all shipping dynamics in general. This means that your fandom is so deranged that you’ve managed to piss off people that otherwise would be completely fine with Zutara" You are 100% correct about that, my friend.

I used to be completely neutral on Zutara. I could only see them as friends, and quite liked that dynamic, but I had no problem with the ship. Until the shippers started harassing me, the only "criticism" it'd get from me was this:

To me, the ship was bland and only existed because people like the Good Girl X Bad Guy thing - but that was not my fucking problem, and I wouldn't have liked to get unsolicited opinions on why the ships I did like were bad in other people's eyes, so I minded my business.

But after three years of getting asks saying everything from "You should stop writting Zucest and write Zutara instead because I said so" all the way to "Kill yourself since you don't like what I like", seeing my friends be treated the same way, seeing Zutara fans be treated like shit their fellow shippers because they liked Aang and Mai as characters or thought the ship war was pointless and immature, and seeing nearly every fic and meta written by zutarians be wildly out of character and clearly focusing on just praising their own ship while demonizing everything else, I realized that while the ship itself was not a problem, the toxic, spoiled fans sure as hell were.

These people really dig their own graves and then get mad when no one is feeling sorry for them (and in fact side with a "creep" like me instead).

#anti zutara #zucest

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scarlettriot · 1 year

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❄️ Sweet Dreams, Marquie ❄️

• Pairing: Kirishima & Marquie @kweenkatsuki & Bakugo

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI. Aged Up Characters ((late 20s)), Swearing.

• Contains: Oral ((M&F Receiving)), Double Penetration, Size Kink ((if you squint)), Praise, Loads o' Fluff. Nicknames Used: Puffs, Your Highness, Sunshine, Baby Girl, Baby.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/kweenkatsuki! Marquie, my love! Thank you so much for participating in the event! I really hope you love your Holi-Date with Eiji & Katsu. The event is still going to remain open until 1/20, if you would like to partake!

• Word Count: 2,000ish

“I hate you guys so damn much,” Katsuki grumbled while you pulled the zipper up on his jacket.

“No, you don’t.” You and Eijiro both chirped at the same time.

He didn’t. He didn’t hate either of you at all. You were the loves of his life. But he really, really hated the idea of driving around your damn neighborhood in the dark just to look at some twinkling holiday lights! At least you weren’t asking him to walk. He would’ve absolutely refused had that been the case!

You finished with his jacket and tucked his favorite All Might scarf around his neck while Eijiro handed him a steaming thermos of cider, and for you, your favorite coffee just to make sure you’d stay nice and warm on the ride around. The redhead even offered to drive, “Hell no. You’re gonna get distracted, and then we’re gonna be out for hours. I’m driving.”

Of course, it didn’t take Katsuki long to get distracted on the drive either. The way the lights looked reflected in yours and Eijiro’s eyes made his heart swell, and the smiles on your faces were contagious. He parked in front of some of the more fancy homes with lights decorating damn near every inch of their property and listened as you and Eijiro pointed out different fixtures to each other. One of you pointed out the penguin that was popping out of a present, and the other giggled about the snowman that tipped his hat.

If Katsuki hadn’t already gotten down on one knee to ask the both of you to marry him, he’s convinced he would’ve done it right now at this moment.

“Oh! Look at that house! I think we can walk around!” He saw where you were pointing. It was a massive home at the end of the street with a wrap-around drive, decorated to look like a massive winter wonderland.

“You two aren’t just gonna lemme drive through it, are you?”

“Not a chance, man! There’s so much you can’t see from just the drive! And there are plenty of people walkin’!”

So, he parked behind a couple of other cars, and saw the way you looked at him expectantly. “What? I’m not stopping you and Red from goin’, your highness.”

He said it with a smirk that only grew when you furrowed your brow. “But, Katsu!”

“Awe, c’mon sunshine, let him be a grinch. We can tell him all about it when we come back.”

So, Katsuki watched you and Eijiro walk down the sidewalk and into the maze of colorful lights. He could keep an eye on you both for a while, but you eventually wandered off from Eijiro, getting distracted by a particularly intricate display. The redhead was too caught up looking at something else to notice you weren’t at his side anymore.

So, with a heavy sigh, Katsuki made sure he bundled up as much as he possibly could, turned off the car, and headed in your direction.

The closer he walked, the slower his pace became. You had the softest smile on your face, clearly lost in some memory he felt would be wrong to interrupt.

But, no matter if it was him or Eijiro, you had this funny way of knowing when either of them were close by. You turned your head and held your hand out to bring him closer. No words were spoken, none were needed. He simply stood behind you with hands wrapped around and burrowed into your pockets for additional warmth. He nuzzled his frozen cheeks against your neck, and you just chuckled.

Wherever you wandered, Katsuki was attached to you like a massive backpack with legs that stumbled behind you. He never once asked to go back to the car; he barely even grumbled the whole time. He was quiet, listening to you tell him stories of your childhood around this time of year. Some of them he'd heard before, but he didn't mind. He could listen to you talk all day and every night.

"Well, well," Eijiro wrapped his massive arms around the both of you, squishing Katsuki in the middle, "You two look so cute and cozy."

The three of you made one more lap around together before Katsuki was sure his fingers were gonna fall off even though he was holding both yours and Eijiro's hands.

Eijiro nodded back to the car. "Let's get him home before we have a Katsuki ice cube to deal with."

It was hours later, showers had been taken, and teeth were brushed. You were supposed to be tucked in between your two husbands, but you weren’t quite tired enough yet to sleep.

Sneaking out from between the two of them used to be a challenge, but you had it down to a science now. Crawling off the bed and sliding into slippers, you crept into the living room. It was all a glow with the multicolored lights that decorated the damn near ten-foot tree Eijiro brought home.

The world was quiet now; you grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and curled up on the bench seat beside the window to watch the snow as it fell in big, puffy flakes.

Time slipped by, but you hadn’t even noticed. Too caught up in thoughts and the blanket of white that was covering the earth-- “Baby girl?” Eijiro stood in the doorway of your bedroom, stretching his arms high above his head with a wide yawn, “Whatcha doin’?”

“Watchin’ the snow.”

“You’re supposed to be sleepin’...” You could hear the smile in his voice, “And I mean in our bed. Not in front of the window, silly little woman.”

He kissed the top of your head and ran his hand along your back. “I just wasn’t tired yet.”

He nodded his head. “You could’ve woke us up.”

“Katsu hates bein’ woken up, and you’ve got patrol tomorrow.”

Eijiro stooped down and slid his arms under your legs and around your back to scoop you up. “Kat doesn’t care if it’s to help you. And I’ll gladly miss a few hours of sleep if it means making you tired.” He wiggled his brows, and you laughed while smacking his chest, knowing exactly what he was implying. “What!? Does that mean you don’t want me to wear you out?”

“I didn’t say that–!”

“What the hell are you two doing? Do you know what time it is?” Katsuki’s red eyes glared at the two of you.

“Our baby girl wasn’t tired,”

“Don’t blame me!” You tried to interject, but it was pointless.

“Wanna help me tucker her out?”

The two of you watched as a smirk slid onto Katsuki’s face, and you knew you were in for it.

For the better part of an hour, Katsuki had nestled himself between your thighs with his tongue parting your folds while Eijiro’s thick and scarred fingers traced pretty shapes over your clit. They didn’t stop after your first orgasm or your third. Only when you were fingered open enough to take Eijiro’s cock did they give you a small reprieve.

“Eiji–! Sensitive!”

“Awe, I know, baby girl,” He cooed and continued to sink you down on his cock. “That’s our pretty baby.” He finally got around to taking your glasses off and putting them in their rightful place on the nightstand since you wouldn’t be needing them anymore tonight.

“Fuck…” You heard Katsuki rumble while he admired the way you stretched around Eijiro’s shaft. His tongue darted out again, licking up the both of you this time and making Eijiro rock his hips up to push into you even further. He did it over and over again, teasing until he had both of you begging.

The order from Katsuki was gruff, “Give her what she wants.” And Eijiro didn't need to be told twice.

Behind you, Eijiro breathed a sigh of relief and took a hold of your hips with a bruising grip that he’d apologize for later. He bounced you up and down on his cock at a pace he wanted. Nudging your cervix with everything thrust.

It didn’t take much to send you hurtling towards another high, this time with your walls spasming around Eijiro, squeezing him tighter and making him push into you with far more force than before. “Shit– so fuckin’ tight– always so fuckin’ tight– feel so damn good–” He babbled over and over, a steady stream of praises with his head tipped back against the headboard.

“So fuckin’ good for us,” the blonde moaned as his tongue opted to circle around your pebbled nipple now, softly tugging thanks to Eijiro’s movements. Katsuki’s long fingers never let up on your clit, though, no matter where his mouth might have roamed, that little bundle of nerves was always being stimulated right up until he felt like he was going to burst, and Eijiro took over once again.

“Open,” Oh, you compiled so well for them. Your pretty pink tongue lulled out, letting Katsuki smack the tip of his dripping cock against it before sliding it into your warm mouth. “Shit,” He hissed at the way your cheeks hollowed for him right from the start. He was gonna try to ease into this, but that wasn’t possible when you were sucking him like a damn lollipop.

“Want it that bad, huh?” You nodded with your mouth full, warm, russet eyes glossed over with tears, looking up at him. He tried to hold out, wanted to make you whine and whimper that much more for him, but he was feeling just as desperate.

Somehow, your tight walls hug Eijiro even more each time Katsuki nudged his cock to the back of your throat, inching it over the bend a little more every time. It took everything Eijiro had not to let his resolve slip. At least, not until he saw Katsuki rocking his hips a bit quicker. His lower lip tugged between his teeth.

Both their hips started snapping into you at a rapid pace. Each of them searching for their own high and not letting up until they found it. Pulling a final one from you in the process.

Your eyes weren’t even able to close. The moment they start to, Katsuki playfully tugged the end of your little braided pigtail. “Eyes on me, baby. Just like that, fuck, just like that.” He loves the way they go unbelievably wide when Eijiro fills you up. So much cum it always leaks out around his cock and makes a damn mess, but a pretty one at that.

Eijiro nestled his face right against your shoulder when his balls tightened. A steady stream of, “loveyouloveyouloveyou–” tumbled right off his tongue while he spilled himself inside you. Fucking everything back into you again and again, completely unaware Katsuki was pouring his own load down your throat.

When you swallowed around Katsuki the second that first rope of Eijiro’s warm cum hit you, that was his own undoing. He kept your nose pressed to the light hairs at his base while he coated your throat but pulled you back so you could welcome air back into your lungs just as soon as he was finished. “Gods, I love you,” His voice sounded choked as the words fell out, but his eyes were full of admiration. “Isn’t our wife the fuckin’ best?”

He cleared away any tears that fell down the apples of your cheeks, holding your face so tenderly in his hands while Eijiro’s rubbed feather-light over the places he held you too tightly before. “Best woman in the whole wide world.” He kissed your neck, your jaw, anywhere he could reach.

It was Katsuki who climbed off the bed with a grunt, grabbing a warm cloth to clean you up, but you were yawning before he even got back. “Most adorable too.” Eijiro chuckled. “Guess we really did make you sleepy, huh, baby girl?”

Snow still drifted down gently outside the windows, but this time when you were nestled between your two husbands, your eyelids had no problems closing. Between Eijiro’s gentle snoring and the soft caress of Katsuki’s thumb along your hip, you were quickly whisked away into a peaceful slumber with a gentle whisper from the blonde behind you, "Sweet dreams, Marquie."

#mha #bnha #mha fic #bnha fic #kiribaku x self insert #kiribaku x oc #kirishima #bakugo #Kirishima x self insert #bakugou x self insert #KiriBaku smut #marq and her men 🧡🌻❤️

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eluvisen · 6 months

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twenty questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @commander-krios thank you! <3 If you'd like to do this, consider yourself tagged!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

43 works

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

838,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Fallout, KOTOR, Andromeda Six, Mass Effect and Dragon Age. I used to write for Elder Scrolls back in my FFNet days.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Marriage and Other Forms of War (Fallout 4)

One If By Land (Fallout 4)

Welcome Home (Fallout 4)

What Makes a Memory (Fallout 4)

Remnants of a Dream (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

I wasn’t expecting to see my ME:A fic make this list lol.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to every one, but sometimes it takes a while to muster the energy to reply.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t usually go for angsty endings but probably Almost So Perfect. After some emotional hurt/comfort Bastila kisses Carth and then freaks out and immediately cuts things off.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

My personal rule is that I can torment my characters as much as I want as long as they get a happy ending, so most of my fics have happy endings, but the fic I think of first is What Makes a Memory. The difference between the first and last chapters is like night and day. Kaelyn begins the story wanting to forget it all because her grief overshadows everything, but by the end she’s ready to live in the present again. I’m still proud of that one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no. Although I did turn off comment notifications on FFNet because commenters on my FO4 fics wouldn’t stop trying to outsmart me and play gotcha.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I used to, mainly M/F.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers aren’t my jam so I don’t write them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I’m aware, no.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nobody’s asked me if they could translate a fic, so I’m assuming no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have. As a teen, a cousin and I cowrote some stuff. More recently, a friend and I were working on a Fallout fic with our Sole Survivors, but we both burnt out before it was finished.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

If I had to pick one (and I don’t like choosing lol) I’d have to go with Revanasi since it's my oldest ship.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The aforementioned Fallout collaboration would be nice to finish, but we’re both in different fandoms now so the inspiration isn’t there.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, emotions, dialogue and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat, action and plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I’ve used things like Mando’a and I made up some Catharese words for one fic since it doesn’t have its own conlang. My personal rule is that the meaning of words in another language should be clear based on context. A translation guide in the author’s notes is okay, but when I'm reading I know I won’t constantly scroll up and down to the translations because I'll lose my place in the chapter. So I won’t do that to my readers, either.

That said, I’ve seen workskins for AO3 that allow users to hover or tap on text and see a translation. If I were going to include other languages more often in a fic, I’d probably use that to make it easier on readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

KOTOR

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Probably Marriage and Other Forms of War. That fic remains the longest I’ve ever written, clocking in at 233k words, and I gave Kaelyn and Nate the ending they deserved.

That said, I have an Andromeda Six fic in the works that might take the cake once it’s finished…

#tagged

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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xxSabitoxx’s FAQs

A lot of this is usually covered in my request guidelines post, but seeing that I’m currently not taking requests and no longer have a guideline post… it only seems right to make a post like this

I primarily write NSFW 18+ fics and headcanon posts. That doesn’t mean I can’t / won’t write angst or fluff, but people really seem to prefer my smut more than anything so it’s what I stick to.

Can you write a reader who is…

I do not write fics where Y/N’s race is specified

I do not write fics where Y/N’s weight is specified

I make sure that the Y/N in my fics are as blank as possible. I don’t describe their skin, their body shape, their hair or eye color, hell even their nipple color because that can imply a specific race. I want everyone to be able to enjoy these fics and not feel left out because of the way Y/N is depicted.

I am able to write fics where Y/N is Male [NSFW and SFW]

I am able to write SFW with a nonbinary Y/N

Can you write about a reader who…

I do not write fics or HCs about a reader with an ED

I do not write fics or HCs about a reader who SHs

I have nothing against these topics and fully understand that you may be looking for comfort through these stories but I kindly ask that you do not request me to write for them. We all have our triggers and our traumas and I am simply not comfortable with these topics for a variety of reasons.

Can you write about this kink…

I am comfortable writing for just about anything. However, I have my handful of absolutely NOT.

I will not write age play / age regression

I will not write daddy kinks [as a joke is different]

I will not write incest where there is blood relation [step siblings are a different story]

I will not write foot fetishes [sorry to that one anon]

I will not write anything relating to scat or vomit

I will not write large age gaps where one half of the ‘pair’ is underage

I’m okay with just about everything else outside of that list. If there is ever a time you are unsure, don’t hesitate to send me an ask!

What pairings do you write for?

For the most part it is only reader insert fics lol. I’m not against character x character fics but I tend to only post them on my Ao3.

Do you take requests?

For the time being, I do not. I kindly ask that you refrain from sending me any sort of fic or head canon requests. I’m fine with getting small “requests” like if I think sanemi is a boobs or ass guy for example

Anything that I can answer the ask with a paragraph or two is fine

Where is the next part of…

Doesn’t exist. Unless I say I’m working on it or you see a teaser posted somewhere on my blog. I will usually post when I’m working on a new part to a fic so just keep an eye out!

Who do you write for?

I have a list of shows I write for in my welcome post but I can break it down a little more

All demon slayer characters

Most Jujutsu Kaisen characters

Most Chainsaw Man characters

All Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure characters

Most My Hero Academia characters

All Attack On Titan characters

Just like the kinks, if you’re unsure just send me an ask.

Do you still write for…

I write for the shows I listed above, if I ever stop writing for any of them they’d be removed from the list.

I hyperfixate on things so you’ll see an influx of writing for particular shows when my interest in them is really high at that time.

I wrote for Demon Slayer and Demon Slayer alone for about 6-7 months on this blog before adding new shows to my writing collection. It just depends on what show I’m really feeling at the moment — for a while it was jujutsu kaisen and then it was Jojo’s and Chainsaw Man. Now we’re back on to MHA & KNY. It changes lol

Why aren’t your DMs open?

I am a very introverted person with a lot of social anxiety lol

When it comes to DMs the messages would often get buried and then people would take offense to me not responding so it’s just easier to keep them off

This also isn’t my first tumblr blog, I used to have one for a very different fandom years ago & that ended in a dumpster fire of death threats and bullying because two bigger blogs at the time started putting their followers against me for something I didn’t even do lol

So honestly I rather keep to myself and just stick to communicating through asks! I love receiving asks and talking with you all.

Why does it take you so long to write?

I have a usually busy life outside this blog. I’m a full time university student in a major that requires field experience and observations. I also have a minor I’m working on alongside my major. I work a part time job and am looking into interning…

Oh and I’ve got chronic iron deficiency anemia so I can barely function as it is. Especially in the periods where I’m waiting on infusions… like right now. I can’t be awake for more than a couple hours without needing to lay down and sleep again.

Plus I really can’t sit down for long periods of time and focus…and I’m always getting new ideas… did I mention I also have two energetic puppies who are always looking for attention?

So that’s why I can take me over a year to produce a sequel.

Why do you write for some characters more than others?

Head canon wise, I try to keep things equal in length for each character. Like my pillar head canons for example

Fic wise? I just have my preferences. Sometimes I enjoy writing a particular character and their personality more than others.

Why can’t we talk about ships/shipping?

I don’t need that negativity on this blog is the simple answer.

I used to be a die hard Kpop stan. I think that speaks volumes for some of you but for those who don’t get it… I’ll explain.

Shipping is toxic as fuck because some of you bitches take shit way to fucking seriously. They are fictional characters bro why are you sending each other death threats and doxxing one another cause you don’t support the same ship. It’s insanity.

I’m 17… can I still interact with you

Yes. There is really no difference mentally between someone who’s 17 and who’s 18. Like honestly you don’t start feeling like an adult until your mid-twenties. I’m gonna be 21 soon and I still feel like a child

The 18+ warning is essentially for those who are 16 and under.

Uncomfortable / Rude Asks

These are, in fact, different from hate asks. Typically they are the ones I receive most often in regards to uncalled for behavior. Idfk why my blog attracts the anons it does but it is what it is.

Depending on the audacity of the ask, I may or may not answer it.

Most of the time I’ll delete them after a while because it’s stupid to keep them up — but in the moment I need someone else to see it cause literally what the fuck.

Also friendly reminder. If you can’t see it, that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Appealing to ignorance… my philosophy professor would love to use y’all as a test example tbh

Hate comments / Hate Asks

Thankfully I’ve only received an itty bitty handful during my time on this blog… like not even double digits. They have been very few and very far between but essentially this is what happens:

Asks: The ask isn’t answered. I’ll block you, and since it’s likely you’d be on anon, your IP address is what ends up getting blocked opposed to your blog getting blocked.

Comments: your comment will be deleted and your blog will be blocked

If I see you in my comments fighting with another blog, you’ll be blocked as well from my page.

That’s it for now!

If anything else is to come to mind I’ll add it later!

#tumblr faq #xxSabitoxx’s FAQs #idk what else to tag this #guidlines

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rivusatrap · 2 years

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SURRENDER

by @easilydistractedbyfanfic

During a party in Alfea, the students get a bit too carried away and the atmosphere gets a bit too hot and Musa can feel something in the air, something pulling her towards Riven. Neither know what is happening but both are too horny to care. Could it have something to do with magic, or is it just them? Musa/Riven | Explicit | 15830 words (2 chapters)

Favorite Quote: “So what I’m hearing you say,” he pauses, draws out his enjoyment while she curls her fingers into a fist in preparation, “is that I fucked you into an upgrade.”

If you like smut, mind-fairy shenenigans, sex-polen type fics (not really but kind of), you’ll like this fic!

READ IT HERE

You know you’re in for a ride when one of the fic tags say “Magic Made Them Do It-or does it?”

I only met Jenn, the lovely author of this fic, around 10 days ago when she joined the discord server, and I already knew I was gonna like her when the first conversation we had was about kinktober.

She shared this fic saying it was her first in the FTWS fandom and I happily clicked on it. The more rivusa fics the merryer!

But what she delivered comploetely blew my expetations.

The writing in this fic is amazing, the lines are perfect, and the little details she adds with the descriptions make you envision the scenes in your head so perfectly I caught myself looking for the scene in my scene folder to make a gifset of it before I remembered it didn’t exist.

One thing to note is that Jenn puts the “underage” warning and it does make sense considering in canon they are around 16/17 years old, but in my head they are all 18+ so you can easily pretend they aren’t minors while reading the fic.

Also there is the warning for it being dubcon and I understand why she put it there because of the “magic made them do it” trope, but I didn’t feel it was dubcon at all, so I guess it depends on how much you as a reader is sensitive to.

As amazing as the first chapter was, what really did it for me was the second one, because it had a few “tropes” (idk if you’d call them tropes but we’re going with this term) that I absolutely love.

Now, if you don’t want spoilers, stop here, this is your warning.

One of these tropes is one that I feel myself thinking about way too often to be healthy and often add to my own fics, which is the fact that (NSFW) during sex Musa is unable to control her powers and ends up either linking herself to riven’s mind, making him feel her emotions as well as her his, or making her push her emotions into his mind. And this fic has it!! And it’s a detail that had me squealing while reading it.

Some people are into pulling hair, I guess i’m into mind fucking, idk...

Anyway, another trope- which this i’m sure is not a trope- is that I’m a sucker for adding awkward conversations about intmate issues that are kind of a mood killer and unecessary to the plot but add a real detail that makes the story either really funny or really relatable. Let me explain by using this fic an an example. In chapter 2 we have the awkward conversation of Riven telling Musa that he’s clean of STDs after they have sex without protection. And also him asking her to let him know if she’s pregnant.

I’ve seen a lot of fics not have condoms in them because they’d either interrupt the flow of the smut or they couldn’t find a way to pull it out of nowhere if the characters aren’t in a bedroom or bathroom or whatever. I, for one, love adding that detail because a) lets make safe sex sexy guys!! and b) yes, it does put a break in the smut but thats good!! It drags the scene longer, makes the characters say something other than “oh!” “fuck-” and “god!” and yes, i do love a messy/funny smut and having a character fumble with the little foil package while the other is crazy horny is funny and it is a challenge for the writer to get the scene back to hot.

With my little ted talk over, and shutting up because this post is too long already, All these little details made Jenn’s fic even more appetazing to me, personally. It might not be everyone’s cup of tea but for me it was a delicious milkshake with caramel and whipped cream.

(Help me bully Jenn into writing more chapters, please.)

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'TAKE A BREAK' EVENT

So, this is going to be another BIG event, just because I will be away from the blog for quite a bit, just to finish up commissions and to give myself some time to work on fics I’ve been really excited to start. Having this event going on, with everything all queued to post for it, means that the blog stays active, hopefully you guys remain having fun, and, when I do come back, I’ll have plenty of great asks to answer! Like all of my other big events, the event will stretch across multiple days, with each day having its own theme and prompts! Once the day is over, I stop accepting requests for the previous day and move onto the next day, though everyone will have at least one, if not multiple days, after the event is over to send in any questions they didn’t manage to get in on the previous days, so if you miss a day, don’t worry!

The event will be laid out as per the below!

DAY ONE & TWO, january 28 & 29: We’re kicking off the event in a nicely spicy way, with the first two days being dedicated to smut in all it's forms! The first day will be dedicated to smutty asks for the major fandoms here on Ciaossu-Imagines - KHR and K Project. The second day will be dedicated to smutty asks for the lesser loved fandoms here on Ciaossu-Imagines. A reminder my full fandom list can be found here!

DAY THREE, january 30: The third day of the event is dedicated to character reactions, either headcanons or very short drabbles, for all of my fandoms!

DAY FOUR, january 31: The fourth day of the event is dedicated to angst! All things sad, angsty, tragic! These can be headcanons or scenario requests. Please note that while there will be prompts, I will ultimately choose the post format for the requests. I'll always try to do a scenario whenever asked, but if I honestly cannot get a solid idea to do something, you might get lengthy headcanons on how I could see the story going, and this goes for all days.

DAY FIVE & SIX, february 1 & 2: The fifth and sixth days of the event are dedicated to AU requests! As with how the smut days played out, the first days is dedicated to AU requests for the major fandoms on here, and the second day is dedicated to the lesser loved fandoms on here!

DAY SEVEN, february 3: The seventh day of the event is dedicated to reader appreciation! This is when I'll be doing requests that really focus on personalized things like match-ups, self-shipping headcanons, and things along those lines.

DAY EIGHT & NINE, february 4 & 5: The eighth and ninth days are dedicated to polyships! As with other multi-day themes, the first day will be polyships for the major fandoms, and the second day is polyships for the lesser loved fandoms on here!

DAY TEN, february 6: The tenth day of the event is dedicated to holidays! Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Halloween, New Year's....any type of special celebration, really! I am a sucker for holidays and big celebrations so I love getting asked based around them!

DAY ELEVEN, february 7: The eleventh day of the event is dedicated to pure fluff! This can be cute and fluffy headcanon or scenario requests, for any of the fandoms I write for on here!

DAY TWELVE, february 8: The twelfth day of the event is dedicated to character aesthetic requests! I make it clear I have no graphic skills, so all aesthetics are written! There will be a few prompts that can be used for any of the fandoms on here!

DAY THIRTEEN, february 9: The thirteenth day of the event is dedicated to overall fandom asks! There will be prompts, of course, but you can also ask for headcanons for things like how different characters interact, which character would be better at something among a fandom or such things.

DAY FOURTEEN, february 10: The theme of the day is slice of life! These can be scenario requests or headcanon requests, all based around the charmingly everyday moments, the domestic, the little things!

DAY FIFTEEN, february 11: The theme of the fifteenth day is music! These are requests based around music or for music mixes. These can be for characters in general, canon character ships, OC x character ships (please let me know about your OC in the ask), your OC's themselves, groups of characters, or themed for characters!

DAY SIXTEEN & SEVENTEEN, february 12 & 13: The theme for these two days is headcanons! These can be character specific headcanon requests, requests for themed headcanons, headcanons for character relationships in canon, or headcanons for the character and OC's or readers! As with the other multi-day themes, the first day will be focused around headcanon requests for the main fandoms here on the blog, and the second day will be for the lesser loved fandoms on the blog!

DAY EIGHTEEN, february 14: The theme for the day is anything Disney related! These can be headcanons and requests for Disney characters, requests asking what the characters favourite Disney things would be, requests related to the characters and the Disney theme parks, etc.

DAY NINETEEN, february 15: The theme for the nineteenth day is scenarios! This is the day you can send in requests for drabbles and scenarios for characters from any of the fandoms I write for on here! This is the only day where I won't allow myself to change any requests received on this day to headcanons and will try to deliver (though some might take some time) at least a very short fic for you!

DAY TWENTY, february 16: And to wrap up this event, we'll have a good old-fashioned 'sleepover', where all you lovelies just kind of chill with me. Talk about fandom with me, rant about your favourite characters, send in unpopular opinions, tell me about your own headcanons or story ideas. Tell me about yourself or ask me questions about myself! Tell me about your day, your pets, ask me for advice! Play little games like this or that, fuck marry or kill, anything really - this is just a fun and relaxed day to wrap everything up!

A reminder that, after the event is finished and for up until you see the post saying the event is fully closed, you can request for any days you missed, my lovelies!

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