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littlefreya · 3 years

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As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics for the dividers

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As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss.

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge.

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip.

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products.

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese.

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed.

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals.

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.”

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively.

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child.

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face.

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance.

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?”

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.”

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter.

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along.

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp.

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need.

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac.

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?”

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat.

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight.

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

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honeyhan-123 · 3 years

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A Slice of Heaven ~ Part One

Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.

Warnings: masterbation, camgirl, mention of anal.

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This can be read as a standalone and has very little - if any - darkness to it. However, Jensen will start to turn dark in the later parts.

Also this is my first time writing for Jensen so I hope you enjoy!

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It all started with a crass joke made by Cougar. Like most of his jokes, Jensen was there but of it. He was used to it by now but something about the way Cougar patronised him about how he wouldn’t understand because of his inability to make a woman look his way just got under his skin.

Even as Jensen made his way home later that night he was still seething. His anger wasn’t directed at Cougar but at women in general. Why didn’t they pay him any attention? He was just as fit as Cougar, just as smart as him too, probably more so given everything he could do with a computer, but women still ignored him.

He was too potent up to eat so instead Jensen logged onto his laptop and opened up a private browser. He hardly had to type in the first word before google knew what he wanted, offering up the direct link. He was greeted with a black screen and bold red words slowly started to appear. Hot single and lonely.

Jensen pulled his laptop to the edge of his desk and reached into the draw, searching for the secret little satin bag with one hand while his other scrolled down the website. He wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for tonight but he was having fun looking at all the choices. He was tossing up between a best friend threesome and a horny stepmom when a little notification along the top left of the screen caught his eye.

Melody Meringue is about to go live. Click here to join.

Jensen had never really been one for cam girls, he preferred to be able to to skip to the good parts but there was something about the little miniature image of you. There you were kneeling on your bed, a white babydoll covering your sensuous curves, and a golden mask covering the top half of your face. He couldn’t help but click on the link.

It was free to join so Jensen figured you must be pretty new to the scene. You mustn't have amassed enough followers yet for them to charge a joining fee.

You hadn’t started the session yet so while Jensen was waiting for it to begin he headed to the kitchen, his little satin bag in hand. He still had enough time to boil some water before you were meant to start, plus Jensen figured you wouldn’t get to the good stuff for a while, wanting to go through as many pay barriers as possible.

When the water started to bubble over, Jensen opened up his most recent purchase. It was pitiful that he had had to stoop so low, relying on a flashlight to keep him company. Maybe if women weren’t so shallow and vapid, he’d have a real pussy to fuck.

By the time his toy had warmed up enough and was once again sitting in front of his screen, you were ready to start.

‘Well, it looks like I have a nice big turnout tonight. Thank you all so much, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.’ Jensen swallowed thickly. Your voice was so perfect, so sweet and innocent. He could already tell a girl like you didn’t belong on a seedy website like this.

‘To any newcomers, I’m Melody Meringue and here’s how this is going to work. I’m here to please you, to make sure you have a good time and the best way to ensure that is to click on the little dollar sign down the bottom. There’ll be a list of actions I can perform for you, each with a different amount attached. However if there’s anything you’d like to see that isn’t listed just send me a message and I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something.’

All of that seemed fairly standard to Jensen, despite never having seen a show like this before and he was surprised by how many messages there were already. They ranged from ‘c’mon Melody. Let Daddy see those gorgeous tits’ all the way to much more crude messages ‘I want to see that big purple dildo up your ass this time’. A wave of heat flushed through Jensen as he read that last message. He could barely imagine a sweet thing like you taking something up the ass but god, did he want to see it.

With one hand Jensen fumbled with his best while his other filled the fleshlight with lube. He was already straining against his pants and he was desperate to get off with you.

He watched with eager eyes as your hands travelled up your luscious body and squeezed your tits together, letting the flesh pop out over the top. How he wanted to bury his face on your chest, kissing and nuzzling the tender skin there. Or slide his cock between your tits, coating them in his essence.

Jensen had no idea how long he had been watching but you’d discarded the chiffon babydoll and bra you had one underneath when the first paywall came up. It was only $5 to keep on going and Jensen was definitely hooked enough to keep on watching. Plus his dick was now aching from how hard he was.

He was brought back to your image as you knelt on the bed, your hands dancing along your nearly naked body. The lighting had changed slightly, becoming slightly darker and more sensual as you prepared to go further into your show. After about a minute of you teasing the audience, waiting for everyone to join back in. ‘It’s so lovely to see so many of you interested in little ol’ me. Well… really I guess you’re actually more interested in this pretty little pussy aren’t you?’ You gripped your cunt over the thin material of your panties and slowly gyrated your hips as you rubbed yourself. ‘Don’t you worry Baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.’

Jensen let out a soft gasp as you barred yourself to the camera. He definitely had to admit you really did have a very pretty little pussy. Even from the angle of the camera he could see your slick as it dripped out onto your thighs. His cock was pulsing against his stomach, firm and flushed with precum dribbling down from the tip. He was so hard he couldn’t bear being untouched anymore so he gingerly eased himself into the little hole of his fleshlight, wishing it was you.

He was so sensitive and the warmed silicone was almost too much as it contracted, pulling him in even further. His eyes were glued to you as you moved on the bed, leaning back so that the camera had a clear shot of your fingers swirling around in your slick, rubbing your precious little clit as you let out moan after moan and Jensen turning his volume up to the max, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from you.

Jensen had never felt this desperate to cum. He was so close to typing a message to you, begging you to cum for him so he could too. He refused to do it before he got to see the pleasure course its way over your body, but the familiar tightening in his gut had a different idea in mind.

He watched enamoured as you slipped one finger into your wet hole, and then another one, scissoring them together while your palm brushed against your clit. You were a heavenly sight as you fingered yourself harder and faster and Jensen was right on the edge about to let his own release overpower him. He was so freaking close, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the toy desperately but suddenly, your image was gone.

And just like that, so was Jensen’s orgasm.

He huffed as he approved the next paywall. It was slightly more expensive than the first but Jensen didn’t even pay attention to the price, he needed to see you again too badly.

When the stream resumed you were once again kneeling on the bed, this time with a cute little rabbit in your hands. You were lathering it up with lube, pumping it generously and Jensen twitched in excitement. He wanted to see your perfectly manicured hand wrapped around him.

You pouted towards the camera as you continued your work, pushing out your plump lips. ‘I wish you were here so I could have your cock but instead I guess I’ll have to settle for this one.’ Jensen could hear the faint squelch when you sank down onto the bulbous tip. Only the small flared base poked out and you smiled rakishly at the camera.

‘Tell me Baby. Do you wanna see me fuck myself like this or are you gonna let me turn on the vibrations?’ Jensen eagerly reached for the keyboard, typing his first message of the night.

Of course you can Honey. I wanna see you come apart for me.

He hit send before he could see anyone else's messages. He wanted to pretend it was only you and him in this show.

You must have read his message on your small tablet because a smile lit up your features. ‘Thank you Baby. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. I’m already so close.’

The soft hum of vibrations echoed through Jensen’s speakers and even louder were your moans as they fell from your lips. Jensen slid the fleshlight over his cock in time with your bounces and if he squinted he could almost pretend you were right there in front of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. H

He could tell you were close as you reached up to grasp your tits. ‘I’m gonna… please. Please let me cum Baby. God I need to. Please!’ You begged the camera and a string of approval filled the chat. ‘Thank you Baby. I -’ your sentence broke off half way through as your orgasm washed over you. Jensen could see your muscles tense and convulse as the pleasure rushed its way through you and he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His breath came in spurts as he filled the toy with his seed.

You stuck around a little longer, thanking your patrons and reminding them of your times and Jensen made a little mental note, promising that he wouldn’t miss any of them.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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scopaesthesia 👁️ chapter 5

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, death, murder, violence, stalking, paranoia, blood, gore, bloodplay, knifeplay, suicidal thoughts.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes with a likelihood off dark!Steve Rogers as well and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find yourself trapped.

Note: So I managed to finish this chapter before work really starts to kick my ass. Just letting y’all know, there will be a part 6 but I have an 11 hour day tomorrow and work straight through to wednesday so I’ll probably be exhausted.

That being said, I appreciate y’all reading and your reactions have been the highlight of writing!

Thank you. Love you guys!

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You coughed into the blackness. Your awakening was gradual as you waded through the void and slowly broke the surface of consciousness. Your throat was dry and sore and your head swelled with each breath. You reached to touch the tender flesh along your neck, bruised by the rope which had so violently been strung around it. You only recalled the dread of your suffocation before the world turned dark.

As you moved, bright lights flicked on suddenly and you groaned as your eyes watered. You trembled as you pushed yourself up on the bed. The room was small, just big enough for the large bed and the metal chest secured with a heavy padlock. There was a heavy door with a slot and no handle and another smaller door to your left.

You shimmied to the side of the bed and turned your legs over the edge. You slowly turned as the wall behind the bed stood in contrast to the rest of the sterile white room. Every inch around the low frame, from floor to ceiling, was pasted in images and documents. A startling map of your existence.

Pictures of you in the grocery store, at work, on the train or even in your apartment, spanning years back. There were even a few of your dorm room, long forgotten to the haze of your college years. A transcript of your credits and copies of your resume and even pages of the journal you thought only known to you. The one you’d thought you lost in your move from student to adult. And the drawings; just as you remembered, sickening and horrifying.

You stood, unsteadily, and neared the demented collage. There were other pictures; of women who looked like you; crying, screaming, bleeding. You grabbed one and tore it off the wall. You crumpled it up, unable to look at the woman’s dead eyes.

You flinched as the heavy door jolted suddenly and you turned as it opened. You dropped the picture and pressed yourself to the wall as Bucky entered and the door closed behind him. His blue eyes were predatory and intent on you. His right hand twitched as he cleared his throat.

“Sit,” he said softly.

You gaped at him and shook your head. You quaked as you edged over to the corner as if you could hide there.

“Baby girl…” he warned, “Please, don’t make this difficult. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You grazed your neck with your fingertips and scoffed. The sharp breath scratched your throat and made you wince.

“You made me do that,” he said, “Please, sit.”

You blinked at him. His left hand balled into a fist and he shifted on his feet. Your heart jumped and your lip quivered. Slowly, you pushed yourself away from the wall and neared the bed. You sat sideways against the wall with one leg hanging to the floor. You folded your hands and braced for the unraveling of his wrath.

“Good girl,” he preened. “I just want to talk. That’s all I came for.”

“You’re a murderer,” you rasped, “So just kill me already.”

He smiled and chuckled. He took a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He neared the end of the bed and gripped his hips.

“If that was what I wanted, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” He said. “All you have to do is listen, baby girl. And if you can do that, I will bring you a treat.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you muttered, “You’re disgusting. You’re…” you shook your head as you couldn’t put into words how he made your stomach twist and churn.

He sniffed and took a deep breath.

“Where were you seven years ago? What were you doing?”

“Looks like you already know,” you paused and tried to clear your sore throat. You coughed and pressed your hands to your neck.

“You were just a student, yes?” He shifted on his feet as he spoke, “Innocent, unaware. Running across campus to get to your next class. So clueless you didn’t even notice the man you collided with. Didn’t notice me with that look in my eyes; distant, determined.”

You frowned, confused. You shrugged. You didn’t remember.

“And what did you think when you heard of what happened to the dean?”

Your heart dropped. You remembered that. It was in the headlines for weeks; the mysterious attack on the dean of criminology. It was revealed that he was a former intelligence officer but it could not be linked substantially to the event. He resigned shortly after and as any new cycle, the story washed itself out.

“You--?”

He sighed and his eyes darkened. “What I was… then. What they made me.”

“I don’t--”

“Shhhh,” he hushed you and neared the bed until his legs touched the mattress. “I was their weapon; a machine. My job was death but that day, their weapon failed. Their weapon was distracted and for that the weapon was reforged, honed, beaten down until it was once more sharp enough to use.”

You shook your head in confused, Your fingers curled until your nails cut into your palms.

“Even when they wiped my mind, you remained. The girl who smiled at me without thought; who apologized and asked if I was okay… Who gave me directions to the right building… never knowing… because she thought I was good.”

“I don’t remember. I don’t know you…”

He held up a finger and tapped his lips. You went silent and watched him.

“When I was free, when I found Bucky again, I found you.” He breathed. “And you were the same. Flitting around without a care. And you ran into me again and you apologized, as you had before, and not a second thought to the man who watched you run for the train. To the man who held the door for you the next day or returned to you the card you dropped on the sidewalk. Always just a smile.”

You touched your cheeks. You remembered the card, some forgotten coffee rewards counter you never used. It came clearer then. His gloves hand holding the cardstock, his blue eyes. It was just another random interaction in the chaotic city. But it wasn’t.

“No…” you shook your head, “But why--”

“You see, the people who corrupted me, their control has nothing to do with what I am. It is a part of me. The soldier, Bucky… one does not exist without the other. Bucky fell in love with you, Bucky wanted you, but the soldier… he didn’t how to help Bucky. How to get you. So he found the girls and he tried to figure it out.”

“Stop. Please. I can’t--”

“But even the soldier couldn’t hurt you,” he put one knee on the bed. “Bucky won’t let him.”

As he placed his other knee on the mattress, you turned to get off the bed. He caught your ankle before you could and pulled you down the bed. He climbed over you and straddled you beneath him. You struck out at him and he stopped your hands, gripping your wrists tightly.

“I told you, I won’t hurt you.” He said softly.

“You are hurting me,” you tried to pull away from him and wiggled beneath him.

“I am trying to help you,” he pushed your hands beside your head, pinning them to the bed. “I only want to love you.” He bent over you and his hot breath tickled your lips. “To feel you.”

“Please, you can’t-- I never-- I’m scared, Bucky. Please don’t hurt me.” You begged. “Please…”

His eyes narrowed and his jaw tensed. He glared at you and pressed his forehead to yours. He let go of your arms and his hands gripped your head instead.

“Listen. I’m not going to hurt you,” he growled. “But I will if you make me.”

You stared at him, paralysed beneath him. He squeezed your head until it pulsed then pushed himself up suddenly. He climbed off of you, jostling the bed, and scanned the wall of photos. He lowered his chin and nodded.

“Take your clothes off.” He said.

You stayed as you were, stunned and scared. He looked at you slowly and his lips curled.

“Do it or I will.” He warned.

You sat up. You were numb as you skirted to the edge of the bed and pulled your tee over your head. He snatched it from you and you stood to unbutton your jeans. You rolled them down and he took them in turn. You struggled to unhook your bra as you trembled and he spun you sharply. He snapped the clasp and the fabric fell away from your chest. He gathered it up and tore your panties just as easily. He even bent to take your socks as they sat balled on the floor.

You tried to cover yourself as you turned back to him. He marched to the door and stopped. He looked back at you and gritted his teeth.

“Good girl,” he smirked and then turned around and looked above the door.

A small lens sat above the frame and the door unlocked. He opened it with his foot and sent you one last glance before he pulled it shut. You slumped onto the bed and folded your legs against your chest. There was only the sheet stretched across the mattress and a single pillow. You shivered and hung your head.

You felt the eyes of all the dead women behind you. Felt the weight of their souls. And yet you were horribly alone.

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Shortly after he left you, a tray was slid through the slot in the door. You ignored it at first but your stomach began to ache as the hours dripped by. You took the tray and rested it on the foot of the bed as you sat carefully. You took a long gulp from the bottle of water and the muscles of your neck reminded you of your assault.

The sandwich was cut neatly in half; ham and cheese with mustard. You chewed it without tasting and emptied the cup of applesauce. That was all you could manage and you set the tray in the corner.

The other door, the smaller one, opened up to a small booth. A toilet and sink only. You refused to be thankful for anything but were relieved to have at least that.

You hugged the pillow for much of the time. Your only shield against the cold and your nudity. You dozed off for a little, a shallow, distraught slumber.

You were awoken by the door. You sat up dizzily and stared at the figure as it cleared in your vision. The lights were dimmer as Bucky moved around. He went to the metal chest and opened the lock. You pulled the pillow to you as he closed the lid and plopped a roll atop it.

He turned to you and you cowered as he knelt on the bed. Wordlessly, he pulled on your arm until it bent painfully away from the pillow. You fought with him as he dragged it to the top corner.

“What are you doing?” You whined. “Please, don’t--”

You choked on your voice as he pulled up a leather cuff over the mattress. He wrapped it around your wrist despite your struggles and buckles it.

“Bucky, Bucky, please--”

He hushed you and grabbed your other arm. You kicked you as he forced you onto your back and shook the whole bed as he secured your other wrist. You hit his shoulder with your heel before he grabbed your left ankle and tied in down before he did the same to the right. You were stuck, stretched across the bed, writhing and whimpering as he backed away.

“What--”

“Baby girl,” he tapped his fingers atop the metal chest. “I don’t want to gag you… You have such a pretty mouth.”

You grunted and tugged on your binds. It was pointless. Even if you got loose, there was no way out of this room, no escape from this monster. Your eyes drifted to the wall above you and you closed them against the sight of the tortured women. Would he do the same to you?

You heard a clink and your eyes snapped open. You looked over at the knives that lined the fabric roll and you sobbed. You let out a pathetic squeal that slowly built to a scream.

“Please, please, please!” You shouted. “Don’t do this!”

“Baby girl,” he hummed as he dragged his fingers over the blades. “I told you, you’re safe with me.”

He turned and his eyes roved over your body. He let out a thick breath and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and let it heap on the floor. His gaze clung to you as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down. He forced his boots off as he stepped out of his jeans and his socks went with them. He undressed methodically, never looking away from you.

You grunted as you tried desperately to free yourself. This animal, this monster, was coming for you.

He went to the chest and slid a knife from the row. You bounced in frustration on the bed and shook your head. No, no, no, this couldn’t happen. His weight caused the bed to dip as he lowered himself between your legs. He looked up at you as he pressed the cold blade to your thigh. You squeaked and bit down.

“You see, if one doesn’t know what they’re doing then it’s difficult to know what cuts will kill and which won’t,” he slithered. “But if they do, they know how much pressure, what angle,” he pushed the point down and you felt it pierce your skin, “where to cut… just for a taste. That’s all.”

He sliced along your thigh, a shallow but painful cut. You cried out and he did the same to your other leg. Your feet arched as your muscles tensed and you pulled against the cuffs.

The warmth of your blood was met by the heat of his mouth. You gasped as lapped at the flow and smeared it over your skin as he edged closer to your cunt. You grasped at air as your fingers curled and uncurled. You let out pathetic noises as he pressed his thumb to the slice along your other thigh.

He purred as he brushed his tongue along your pussy. He pushed carefully between your folds and you gulped. The tingle it sent through you had your heart hammering. He spread his hand over your thigh and his other gripped your hip as his tongue teased you.

He sucked on your clit as his hand slipped further up. You pushed your head down into the mattress as you felt a storm of hot and cold fill your core. He needed to stop. He had to stop. You couldn’t feel like this. It was wrong. He trapped you, he cut you, and now he was toying with you.

He traced two fingers along the crease of your thighs and pushed against your entrance. You moaned and he dipped them inside slowly. He stretched you around his vibranium digits until his knuckles were pressed to your cunt. He curled his fingers and moved them in time with his tongue.

You bared your teeth as you tried to resist the instinctual response of your body. The way your core pulsed and buzzed without your consent. You whined as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. Between your mewls, one word was clear; ‘no, no, no.”

You went rigid as the waves rolled over you and your climax overwhelmed your fear. He urged you through it, his fingers working into you quickly as your sighs turned to sobs. He didn’t stop until you were shaking and wincing against his touch.

He raised his head and drew his fingers from inside you. You looked down at him, his beard and nose stained red. Your stomach flipped and your fear spiked once more. He took the knife from beside your leg and backed off the bed. His cock bobbed with each step as he went to the chest and unsheathed another blade.

He returned to you. This time he moved to straddle you as he turned the knife in his hand. He admired the sheen of the metal and poked your lips with the tip. He trailed over your chin and traced the line of your cheek. His blue eyes sparkled as he teased you.

“You’re beautiful…” he breathed, “I could never ruin that face.”

He brought the blade to your neck and lingered on the still tender flesh. He continued on to your chest and circled your nipples. His hand cupped one tit as the knife played with the other. He moved his hips and grinded against you.

He closed his eyes and took a breath. He hovered the knife below your clavicle and turned the tip to your skin. He split the flesh slowly along the centre of your chest, a red line rising between your breast. Again, it was shallow, enough to bleed, enough to make you sick.

He set the knife down on the mattress and his fingers crawled along the incision. Your torn skin stung at his touch and he bent over you. He traced the line with his tongue and lifted his head. He pressed his hot lips to yours and forced his tongue inside. You tasted the metallic taint of your own blood and groaned.

His chest rubbed against your and you felt the warmth as it spread across his skin. His hand felt around as he lifted his pelvis and moved his knee between your legs. He slickened his fingers with your blood and once more began to play with your cunt. You squirmed and tried to turn your head away from him. He bit down on your lip and shoved his fingers inside of you.

“Baby girl,” He drew away, “You’re ready for me.”

“No--” He pulled his fingers out of you and his hand came up to wrap around your neck and he shushed you once more.

His eyes bore into yours as he angled his hips. He shifted as his tip poked along your cunt. He slowly pressed against you until he slipped inside. You grunted and bit down on your lip. You shook your head as his hand grew tighter. He eased into you an inch at a time and your eyes rolled back as he reached his limit.

He sighed as he moved his thighs flush to yours. His heavy breaths filled your ears as he began to rock. He thrust into you carefully, relishing in each long stroke. He hummed as he kept a steady rhythm. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to resist the burgeoning swell in your core.

He moved fast and pushed himself up, his hand still on your neck, nearly crushing your windpipe. His other hand stretched across the gash on your chest and he slammed into you harder and harder. The clap of his flesh echoed through the room as the blood from your thighs seeped onto his.

The bed quaked beneath your bodies as he pounded into you, his voice rising with each tilt of his hips. Your own breathy moans floated in the air and knotted in your chest.

“Baby girl,” he growled, “Fuck, you feel so good… you taste so good.”

He lifted his hand from your chest and you opened your eyes. He licked your blood from his hand, his left still firmly at your throat.

“You’re gonna look so pretty,” he touched the cut again and played with your blood. His chest was marked with red and it trickled down his muscled stomach as he hammered into you. “This is gonna be a pretty little mark, isn’t it?”

You gnashed your teeth and turned your head. You stared at the blank wall as your thighs tensed against his. You gasped as your orgasm rose violently and your body spasmed.

Bucky let go of your neck and grabbed the knife. Your eyes followed the blade and he pressed it along his chest and cut into his left peck. He stilled as the blood leaked from his flesh and he put the knife aside once more. He coated his fingers in his blood and wiped them across your lips. He forced his way inside your mouth and began to fuck you again.

He lowered himself over you. He slipped his fingers from your mouth and grabbed your chin. He kissed you deeply, tasting the mix of your blood. He pulled away as he began to pant and rutted into you without relent. He snarled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“You feel that, baby girl,” he rasped, “Hmm, you’re going to make me cum. You want it inside of you?”

“Please--” you whispered.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby girl. Over and over--” He jerked his hips with each word, “And over-- and over--”

He hissed and thrust into as deep as he could. He spasmed and rolled his hips as his cum spilled into you. He slowed and let his weight down onto you. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest and your own beat loudly in your ears.

“Over and over… baby girl,” he murmured and flinched. He slid his arm up under you and slowly moved his hips. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

👁️

You were in a daze when Bucky finally untied you. He left you limp across the bed as he packed up the knives and locked them away. He sat lightly on the edge of the bed with a wet cloth and began to wipe away the blood from your cuts. You winced but only closed your eyes and waited for it to be over.

Your entire body hurt. You lost count of how many times he’d fucked you. He cut you again on your thighs and under your breasts. You were caked in your own blood and sweat. He washed you gently and you let him. You hoped he would go when he finished.

He stood and you heard the heavy lid of the chest again. He returned to you and wiped each cut; the alcohol tickled your nostrils and burned your skin. The bleeding had mostly stopped but he bandaged each carefully. The crumple of wrappers and the tinny clasp of metal. He rose again and the padlock was snapped shut.

“You have to keep yourself clean, baby girl,” he said. “I’ve left some bandages and wipes out for you. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.”

You ignored him and rolled onto your side painfully. You shivered and hugged yourself. You’d wait for him to leave before you cried. You listened to him dress. He hadn’t cleaned himself up. Your blood was still smeared over his face.

“Good night, baby girl.” He looked at you for a moment. “Are you cold? Do you want a blanket?”

You didn’t answer and just stared at the wall.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he cooed as his footsteps neared the door, “It’ll take some time… but we both felt how much you liked it.”

The door opened and clunked behind him. Your eyes pricked and you closed them as the tears began to fall. You grabbed the pillow and hugged it as your entire body was wracked with sobs.

You wished he had cut you deeper. You wished he had just killed you. There was no other way out.

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wasteland, baby! || kol mikaelson - chapter five

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to bring revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 1,983

HENRY PEARL'S HEART BELONGED TO WOODLAND FORESTS. His peridot eyes were reminiscent of fae portals hidden beneath large oak trees, flecks of gold dancing in his irises. His passions belonged to oil paints and coffee, and Aniya swore she would know know him blind.

She confirmed her suspicions as she watched the boy paint in his studio apartment. He hadn't completely moved out of his father's home, so it was mostly empty apart from the stained canvases that covered the wooden floors. Henry was stood shirtless, with a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other as he painted the tiny details onto the flowers surrounding a tiny cottage. He hadn't noticed her standing by the door yet.

Internally, Aniya couldn't help but wonder if she could ever bring herself to love him. In the same way her husband had loved his mortal.

She'd been sneaking out of the Abattoir every night for two weeks. In modern time, that is. She would leave every night when the clock struck twelve, and return at five. Rebekah had pointed out the dark circles beneath her eyes once, and Klaus had complained about how often she slept; but the Mikaelsons were quiet apart from that.

Henry would wait for her in the diner every night. Every two nights, he would be working, so she would spend her time at the counter as he offered her plates of waffles and vanilla shakes. He'd caught a glimpse of the scar on her neck once, when she tied her -- Rebekah's -- scarf too loosely. He only motioned for her to move it, and never brought it up again. Perhaps that was her favorite part about Henry. His ability to make her feel human.

Aniya had gone to the diner in search of Henry, but Ruby had told her he was at his studio. She would have gone and walked around the Quarter for the rest of the night if Ruby hadn't given her directions.

"It's a beautiful piece," Aniya said after a moment. A light smile played onto her face when the boy jumped, quickly turning to see the younger girl. "I don't know much about art, but I know beauty when I see it."

He blushed, soft shades of pink rising to his ivory cheeks. "I'm glad. It's a piece I'm working on to give to that art shop downtown. They pay pretty well. Enough for me to get this place, so..."

"Yes, well, the home is beautiful as well." Aniya walked towards Henry, who, despite his hunch, was still several inches taller than her. She turned to face the painting. Three beautiful, pale-skinned girls danced across the painting wearing bright, flowy dresses. They smiled, immortalized in a green, woodland forest as flowers grew from their fingertips up their arms. Earth witches. "Do you usually paint völva? Pagans, you call them."

"Yeah," Henry said with a shrug. He set down his supplies on a nearby desk, unbothered by Aniya's speech patterns. "They're probably not real, but it's nice to think there's magic in the world. My mom was super interested in that fairytale stuff, too. I guess it reminds me of her."

Aniya's eyes flickered to the photos he'd taken of his artwork, taped in rows across his walls. Paintings of women, mostly, of women in the cemetary. She frowned. "It'd rather invasive, don't you think?"

"Oh, those aren't just regular people grieving or anything!" Henry said quickly, his eyes nearly jumping out of his head. He quickly approached Aniya and stood by her side. "They're New Orleans witches, according to myths and stuff. Legends say they practice ancestral magic."

"New Orleans witches?" Aniya's dark brows knitted together. "What do you know of them?"

"They're supposed to be really powerful." He said, taking a step closer to the photographs hung from his walls. He was rarely able to keep his paintings, so he preserved his art in the only way he knew how. His gaze fell on a young girl -- likely seventeen years old -- with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes. They'd called her a harvest girl. "They harness their magic from the their ancestors."

"How much do you know of witches, Henry?"

"It's... a hobby," He laughed nervously. The 'older' boy reached up, scratching the back of his neck. It was endearing how nervous the Pearl boy could be at times. The name truly did suit him. Pure; beautiful; his heart itself was worth thousands. Aniya would know his tender charm by touch alone -- she would know him blind.

"And of black magic?" She watched as he shook his head, biting nervously at his bottom lip. As if she would condemn him, even as she reached her hand up to touch his swollen and reddened cheek. Purple bruises were forming on the bones beneath his eyes. "It doesn't matter. Forget I asked of it."

"It's okay. I-I have a b-b-book at my house. It has, um, it has really beautiful art -- pagan stuff -- but it's all, uh, it's all in Latin anyway. I can give it to you, i-if you want?"

"I would appreciate it. Thank you." Aniya took a step closer to him, her touch gentle, and still he didn't look at her. A pained smile crossed her face, and she pressed a soft kiss to the bone beneath his eyes, where yellow bruises had formed. She had seen marks like that before, but she wouldn't ask. She couldn't bring herself to.

"So, do you use, um..." Aniya held her hands up, fingers forming a rectangle as she made a clicking noise with her lips. She'd seen Hayley use it, at some point, on her daughter, Hope. An odd-looking device.

Henry stared amused and confused for a moment before the concept came to his head. He quickly turned and walked towards his kitchen cupboards, reaching in and pulling out a black and silver device. "This?" When Aniya nodded, he told her, "It's a, it's a camera. People use it to take pictures. Look, smile."

The boy walked towards her and held the camera up to his face. When she only stared oddly, he laughed and pressed a small silver button. A flash went off and Aniya stumbled backward, cringing at the light.

"It's all right, don't worry," Henry comforted, resting his hand on Aniya's clothed shoulder. When a small, white piece of paper emerged from the bottom of the camera, he slipped it out and set down the camera, heading towards the light and placing it down. "Most people will shake it, but you're not supposed to do that."

"It was empty." Aniya frowned. When Hayley had used her camera, there was a photo of her small, red-haired daughter on it. Had it been empty because she had died? She was almost positive she wouldn't have to explain it to Henry, he never seemed to ask any questions, but it was still saddening.

"It's supposed to be," Henry explained. He walked back to her, leaning down to her height. "How it works is you, uh-- you take a photo, and then it comes out, and you wait for it to develop. Then, you have your picture."

Aniya hummed in response, and then turned to prop herself up on the bare marble countertop. She lied back, resting her head against the cool stone and shut her eyes as she felt the cold temperatures seep into her -- Rebekah's -- black turtleneck sweater. She felt eyes on her, and turned to look at Henry, who was stood, watching her with an admiration she'd last seen a thousand years ago.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, brows raised at the beautiful boy.

"Looking at you," He admitted, before turning back to his paintings. Tears welled in her eyes and she closed her eyes once more, allowing herself to be consumed in darkness and sweet words for the night.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The journey home was quiet. Henry had offered to walk her to the Abattoir, as he always had, but Aniya refused. She didn't know much of the Mikaelsons' desire to feed. She couldn't have him die on her behalf. If there was one thing he deserved, it was the privilege of staying away from who she truly was.

The walk was longer than the one from the diner, as it had taken about fifteen minutes in modern time to travel from the diner to his 'studio,' they had called it; but she'd had a photo to keep her company. It had been the photo Henry had taken of her earlier, in which she stared into the lense with nothing but a cartoonish look on her face. Her obsidian features had been emphasized by the bright flash of light, her once dark brown eyes and hair nearly obsidian in the photo he'd taken of her.

It was when she felt a cool blade pressed against her throat that she finally dropped the photograph. She swallowed as she heard a raspy voice in her ear, the air beginning to escape from her lungs.

"Your money," The human demanded. "Give it to me, now."

"I haven't any money," Aniya gasped out, clawing at the flesh on the human's arm. "Let go of me, please. I don't want to hurt you."

The blade was pressed closer to her throat, nearly opening the wound that had taken weeks to close. The human's actions were clear. If she wouldn't give her money, she would die; and even reborn witches were not immortal. The human was closer to her ear now. She could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, "I'm not gonna be the one getting hurt tonight."

He clasped one hand around her mouth and another behind her head, squeezing together. Her body cried out for air, and she scratched violently at his arm. The world around her seemed to fade into darkness, and Aniya felt her will to fight grow weak with each passing moment. Perhaps death would be merciful this time.

'You know what to do; so do it. Do it now,' Vihaan whispered. 'Don't be afraid. Do it now.'

"हाथ," Aniya murmured. As the word left her lips, she felt something push itself forward. Something more powerful, as if guarding her from the terror that would ensue. Her neck snapped to the right, and the human's knife fell to the ground. She turned and watched the human collapse into the brick wall beside them, his wrist twisting backward as he cried out.

'Again.'

It should have felt draining. She should've felt exhausted just whispering the spell, but then this was the magic she was given. What was once terrifying would become natural to her.

"धार." The blade twisted its direction, turning to face the now terrified human. Aniya swallowed, whispering prayers to herself as she snapped her wrist. The silver dagger travelled across the concrete and landed in the shoulder of the man that had attacked her. A shaky breath left her lips, and she took a step away from him as a wail left his throat.

She turned to pick up the polaroid photo that had fallen to the ground, the edges now covered in dirt. She was quickly blocked by a tall figure -- one that she would recognize if the universe had struck her dead.

Oh, yes. It already had.

"How did you find me?"

"Hope Mikaelson is a powerful little witch," Kol said, as if it were obvious. His eyes flitted to the injured man only a few paces behind her. "And it seems you are, as well. Would you like to tell me what you've been hiding, or shall I delve into your pretty little head and find out?"

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Missed Call | Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead is waiting for a phone call when Lily tricks him into fucking her and her best friend. Takes place in the Shadows universe. (links now at the end of chapter)

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC x OC

Warnings: blindfolds, seduction, unknown partner, unprotected sex, mild blood, multiple partners (FFM), vaginal sex, oral sex, feral sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: This was a request and I had a lot of fun with it! It wasn't meant to be a threesome but that's kinda of what happened? Winter Bingo is technically over but I'm still filling out my card! This fills the Blindfold square. Bolded phrases were requested dialogue prompts!

“Lily, I really don’t have time for sex magic,” Jughead said, feeling a bit exasperated by her advances, “I have a pack conference call coming up within the next fifteen minutes and I need to be on standby. I have to prove to them that I’m ready to take over.”

Lily hummed, dragging her fingers across his bare shoulders, pushing tiny sparks of seductive magic into him. She had borrowed it from Lavender, knowing it would come in handy sooner rather than later. “But Jug, today is my peak ovulation day. I thought you wanted to have a baby?”

The wolf made a face at her. Clearly he was weighing the pros and cons of knocking up his mate versus being responsible and reserving his mental energy for the upcoming meeting.

She kissed him lightly behind the ear before dipping lower across his throat, leaving a hot and wet trail of pink magical lip swatches. Every touch of her lips took him higher and higher and he felt himself stiffening hard in his pants. Jughead let out a low groan, “Lily, I swear to god-”

Her nails raked down his back as she bit at his shoulder. Jug was silenced by this, not understanding how she could turn him on this much while doing the absolute minimum. He had a feeling their demonic friend had a hand in this. If anyone could get anyone up and ready to go in a heartbeat, it was the succubus.

Her hands moved to go down the front of his torso, teasing his chest and stomach before tugging on the elastic of his sweatpants. She had taken to sucking on a particularly sweet spot on his neck, the feeling of her tongue darting along his skin was absolutely maddening. His mouth was going dry as he frantically looked at the time.

Lily pulled away for a brief moment, “You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” She said in a teasing tone before switching to the other side of his neck, repeating the same actions as the tips of her fingers brushed against the head of his cock.

He let out a loud groan, finally giving in. “I’m about to miss this important phone call but oh my god your mouth feels too good to stop right now.”

Before he knew what was happening, his world went black. Lily had tied a piece of cloth around his eyes to keep him from seeing. “I know it does, baby. I’m about to fuck that wolf right out of you.”

“Lily,” He growled back at her, it was way too close to the full moon for her to be acting like this. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, Juggie.” She said, pulling him up out of the chair he was sitting in and guiding him to the bed. “I know you’re going to love it.”

Jughead just huffed, wishing he knew what time it was. Though it was pretty clear now that he was going to miss that call.

Before pushing him to the bed, she pulled down his sweatpants, noting happily that he was bare underneath. Jughead didn’t protest this as he laid down on his back. His fate was sealed, there was no use fighting it.

The wolf relaxed against the soft sheets as Lily resumed her kisses along his neck. His ears twitched as he heard the door open, immediately stiffening. The only other person in the house was Daisy.

“Relax,” Lily cooed into his ear, using magic to force him to sink back into the sheets. He tried to use his heightened senses to figure out who it was, but they all seemed to be failing him. They were hiding themselves with magic.

Suddenly, he felt a second mouth on him. This one kissing lightly along his hip bone, making his erection harden even more.

“Lily, what-” He started to protest, not knowing at all what was going on.

“Shhh,” She whispered into his ear, “it’s alright, just enjoy it.”

Before Jughead could speak again, he let out a moan as the other mouth wrapped around the head of his penis. The tongue swirled around him, gathering up the precum as if it were a precious source of nourishment. He bucked his hips, thrusting more of himself into the stranger out of desperation.

Lily let out a small chuckle as she kissed down his chest before joining her friend. She took one of Jughead’s balls into her mouth and sucked on it, rolling her tongue against it as the other’s head bobbed along his shaft.

Jughead’s mind was blurry, his confusion almost overpowered his desire. His lust, however, proved too powerful as the sensation of having two mouths on his dick at once was just too great.

Both girls pulled away. “Sit on his face.” He heard Lily order and a few moments later Jughead felt two legs settle on either side of his head. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the mystery woman’s sex. His tongue made a tentative lick across the slick folds. He heard a moan as he felt her shudder around him.

Lily positioned herself on top of Jughead, holding onto the base of his penis with one hand as she slowly guided him into her. Both of them moaned, and the girl with the snatch in his face let out a giggle.

The wolf recognized it immediately, “Lav?” He asked, confused.

“Shut up and eat her out, Jug.” Lily ordered, “Or I’ll turn this into cock warming instead of actual sex.”

Jughead let out a low whine of protest before running his tongue along the demon’s clit. He was wondering already if Sweet Pea were okay with this, although he figured that he had to be. Still maybe this wasn’t the best idea…

His thoughts were cut off as both Lavender and Lily flushed him with magical hormones. Jughead cursed before sucking on her clit, nose delving into her slit as she rocked her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. Clearly she was enjoying herself.

Pleased with her mate’s performance, Lily began to bounce on top of him, letting his long cock nearly slide out of her before slamming back down against his hips. Jughead was bucking into her, his hands now latched onto Lav’s thighs to keep them occupied.

Lily and Lavender leaned forward and met in the middle in a passionate kiss, the demon stealing bits of energy from both wolf and witch in the process. This was a safer way for her to feed, able to simply take pieces from others that would surely replenish themselves in a week or so.

Jughead could hear the sounds of their kissing, and some internal switch seemed to flip inside of him. He shoved Lavender off of him, moving her to the side so he could sit up and change positions with Lily so he was railing into her from above, a feral and possessive growl leaving him in the process.

“Get on top of her.” Jug snapped and Lav moved so that she was laying on top of Lily and they quickly resumed kissing. Lily used one hand to rub Lav’s clit while the other went to play with one of her breasts. Both girls were moaning into each other’s mouths, Jughead’s pace furious and unrelenting.

He rammed into her cervix on multiple occasions and while that typically hurt, since she was ovulating it felt nothing less than fantastic. Lily felt her orgasm building, winding tightly in her abdomen, however he suddenly withdrew from her, making her whine in protest wordlessly.

In an instant Jughead was thrusting into the demon instead, ravaging her pussy ferociously. He grabbed the back of her throat, claws digging into the tender flesh there as he snapped his hips against her again and again.

Lavender had never had sex with a werewolf close to the moon, and when she asked Lily what it was like, she had never thought that Lily would invite her to join them. Lavender was in a state of bliss, and while he wasn’t anything like her soulmate, he was still showing her a very good time.

Lily continued to rub her clit and nipple, sending the demon into overdrive. She was moaning incredibly loudly and Lily was glad she had soundproofed the room. In minutes she was cumming, laying straight on top of Lily as if she had no strength to hold herself up any longer. She had never felt so thoroughly wrecked.

Jughead pulled out of her, having still not come yet, he inserted himself back into Lily and moved at the exact same pace, if not even faster. His eyes began to glow gold as he continued to dig his nails into the demon in front of him, causing blood to begin to seep from the wounds.

Lavender had enough coherence left to reach between them and return the favor of rubbing Lily’s clit in fast circles. She kept up with Jug’s rhythm easily, wanting to send Lily over the edge as she pushed more of her magic into her. Lily was practically screaming as she came, walls fluttering hard around Jug as he began to sloppily pound into her.

A moment later he finally released, filling her with his semen. Jughead reached up and tore the blindfold off to stare at the two women on the bed before him. “Don’t ever do that again.” He warned before looking at his phone. He was so into the moment he hadn’t even heard it ring.

He snatched it up and redialed the missed number as witch and the succubus lay collapsed on the bed, panting and dripping and laughing.

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shreddedparchment · 5 years

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Heavy is the Hand You’re Dealt

Part 2

08/31/2019

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Thor x Reader Word Count: 7,541

Masterpost Warnings: Smut, language, ANGST, Endgame canon

Challenge Prompt: Imposter - Bearson

A/N: So, I had every intention of making this a two-parter...fml, right? But I think three parts is more appropriate. This one ends where it needed to. A lot happens and I think we all need time to digest. I hope you all like it. I really do. I love @youngmoneymilla as a writer (and human--let’s be honest) and I so want to rise to this challenge. As always, any feedback on what you loved or what spoke to you the most is appreciated. Any reblogs are as well. Thanks. xoxo P.S. Sorry I used so many gifs.

It’s eerie how quickly the world changed. In an instant it’s all become so…alien.

The sounds of the city have not been the same since that day. It’s too quiet. The hustle and bustle muted. Hardly any animals.

Soy again tonight? Tofu with roasted tomatoes?

Or maybe tofu burgers? Maybe you can convince Steve to splurge and get him to buy himself a real burger. Beef.

Animals breed faster than humans so, the price is falling. Finally, after five years, burgers are almost affordable.

It’s all about soy now-a-days.

The familiar jiggle of keys in the deadbolt pulls you slightly out of your dinner contemplation. Eyes frozen on the hazy glass, dark skies looming overhead. Thunder crackles, clear and sharp. It shatters your concentration and you lean forward, tilting your head up to look at the swirling slate clouds.

“It’s gonna rain.” You say, the front door quietly closing followed by the setting down of keys and the hanging of a jacket.

Soft thumps on your hardwood floor move closer, stopping just behind you as two large hands come to rest atop your shoulders. A kiss to the back of your head. Lingering. The hands move down along your biceps, a warm silken caress raising goosebumps along your skin.

As they reach your elbows, they transfer onto your sides and wrap around your waist.

His heat curls around you from behind and you tilt your head up and to the side to look at him as he leans down and buries his face against your neck.

“Hey, you okay?” You frown, the tremor in his chin and the crinkle of his brow means trouble. “Steve?”

He sniffles once, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You almost cry too because it’s hard to see him quake. Your rock. Your center. He’s still so…shaken. You’ve tried to do as much as you can. You’ve tried to help but maybe you aren’t enough? He’s quiet about it but sometimes, like now, he’s almost like a child. Searching for reassurance and comfort.

You twist around in his arms, hands placed on his cheeks as you pull his head up to stare into those beautiful eyes.

The pine green plaid shirt he’s wearing brings out the small flecks of emerald around his pupil. They’re sea green today.

“How was the group?” You probe, making sure to keep your voice light as he sniffles again, eyes red, cheeks flushed.

You miss his beard but without it, you can see him cry and you’re grateful. He’s open with you—more than with anyone else—yes, but he’s also withdrawn. Secretive. You have to pry things from his lips at times and you know it’s only because his life has changed again.

He went into the ice and woke up in modern day. You’d been around to help with that. And now he’s plunged into this nightmare after the snap and you know that he’s struggling. He blames himself. They all do.

You wipe the tears from his cheeks, loving him so much and thankful because he can fall apart in your arms now when before he’d been so careful to keep up the façade. This is progress.

“The group’s fine. One of the guys went on a date.” Steve’s voice is lower than normal. Deep baritone as he struggles with his sorrow. “He’s got a second one lined up for tomorrow.”

“That’s good.” You praise him, knowing he needs it. He’s is making a difference. Always striving to help. “Right? It’s working.”

His effort. It’s worth it.

“Yeah.” He sniffles one last time and stands up straighter, breathing in slowly then exhaling as he traces the shape of your hips.

Like a magnet, his hands draw you closer. You push yourself up onto your toes, knowing this need better than his other ones. Five years with Steve has taught you his ins and outs. You’d already known him fairly well before the world had ended but now, on this barren planet, you know him better than you know yourself.

You’ve seen his highs—most of those before the Snap—and you’ve seen his lowest of lows.

You know when he needs your words and when he doesn’t.

Like now.

He kisses you, soft lingering pecks as his body molds itself to yours. He steps towards you, pelvis first, searching, needing, desperately. Arms crushing your chest to his.

“I need you.” He whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

Five years and you still can’t believe that Steve wants you. That he comes home to you. He sleeps next to you.

“I’m here.” You promise him, tracing the shell of his ears before you slide them up into his growing blonde locks.

Steve’s face changes, eyes darkening as he backs you up against the wall beside the window you'd been staring out of.

Thunder rumbles again and the torrent begins, loud against your window.

He comes at you, mouth open, tongue sliding out to tangle with yours and you taste the watered-down coffee from his meeting. As his right hand pushes against the small of your back to keep you up against him, his other hand slides down to hold your bum to keep it still as he thrusts against you.

It’s wild movement. Chaotic and almost lost in desire.

“Ooh, Steve…” You moan against his mouth.

“Mmmph.” He groans and pulls back.

Reaching down for your hand. He takes it, leads you to your shared bedroom, then sits you on the edge of the bed. In silence he kneels before you, pulls at the button of your jeans as he leans in to kiss you in more wet lingering pecks.

You work on his jeans too, tugging them open until there’s enough space for your hand and you slide in past his waistband to find his cock, hard and throbbing.

Steve's hands stutter as you grab hold of him and begin to stroke. You squeeze him, soft pliable flesh, burning skin, the thought of that salty taste of him already coaxing your lips apart.

Your touch calms him. He moves his hands to rest on either side of your hips on the bed as you work him, elbows trembling with your touch. You pass your thumb over the head of his cock and feel him quiver as he drops his head and leans forward to rest it against your breasts.

He buries his face in them. Relishing in the relief you’re giving him, groaning against them, slowly nudging them with his nose.

Wrapping your arm around his head, you kiss the top, over and over as your hand speeds up.

Steve’s find your waist and he coaxes your shirt up to slide his fingers against your skin. His exploration becomes tender, less frenzied as he trails the pads of his fingers over your ribs and back behind you to unhook your bra. When it’s loose, he slides his hand up over your breasts, kneading them softly.

Finally, he lifts his head, pushes your shirt and bra up to take you pert nipple into his mouth.

“Steve…” You mewl as he suckles, his tongue making long slow circles leaving wet marks around the pebble.

He leans back and you stand up. He stands with you, hands pulling your shirt up over your head. You begin to squat down, eager to taste him, but he catches your elbow and stands you back up.

“No.” He says gently. “I wanna see you.”

You blink, surprised by the sadness still within those blue eyes.

If that’s what he needs…

You unzip your pants and strip, stopping only when you’re laid bare before him all woman curves and wanting flesh.

He touches you, your arms, your shoulders, your hips, massages the curve of your ass and turns you around to slide a strong hand down the center of your back while the other wraps around your front and slides down along your stomach to your swollen nub.

He presses down on it and you whimper, biting your lip hard as his other hand pushes your back forward and he grinds against your bum. The rough fabric of his jeans chaffing but the bulge of his cock tempting.

He pushes you until you’re at the edge of the bed, chest flat against the mattress, ass up in the air towards him.

You can hear the slide of his zipper and turn your head on bed so that you can look back at him. He pulls his shirt off, exposing the perfect chiseled sculpt of his body and his muscles flex as he steps towards you again. He traces your spine again and you can only stare at his perfection as he leans over and kisses the center of your back.

A quick lick to that spot between your shoulders that always makes you weak, and the heated tip of his cock is pushing into you.

Your head snaps front, back arching into the mattress as he slides in easily because you’re dripping for him.

He grunts and he stops, feeling you around him, clenching and adjusting to his girth.

“Oh, baby…” You whimper, laying yourself back down as your hips squirm with the anticipation of his movement.

He doesn’t move though. He kisses your back again, slides his pants off and steps out of them.

You try to keep quiet. To be patient because Steve needs this right now. Needs you. This he can control. The world might have been broken and he may not be able to put it back together but at least with you, here, in the safety of your bedroom, he can move and bend you and make you his in any way that he wants.

He doesn’t make you wait too long before he’s pushing into you deeper. He pulls back and rolls his hips into you again, groaning.

“Oh, Steve that feels so good.” You tell him, unable to help yourself.

He puts one knee beside you and pushes in the rest of the way.

“Shit.” He growls. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Steve never talks dirty and it surprises you, sending warm tingles down your stomach. Heat pools at your core and you whine, squirming again.

He lays himself over you, curling his body until he’s right on you, knees offering support, your own feet still on the floor.

His lips are everywhere. Your neck your shoulders. He tilts your head to the side, and he kisses you, tongue pushing past your lips as he begins to move again.

He moves slow at first, then faster and faster until the lurid sound of his skin slapping against your ass fills the room.

His hands are magic along your slit as he moves in and out of you. He finds your nub and pulls, prods, pinches, and moves against it in slow circles. There’s a break within you suddenly and it comes all at once. Your body comes undone.

“Steve!” You cry, as you twitch and spasm as while he keeps pumping through your climax then pulls out only to turn you onto your back and crawl over you giving you a moment’s relief from stimulation.

Still breathing hard, he wraps his arm around your weakened body and tugs you upwards. He lays himself between your legs and plunges back into you, moving faster as you lift your legs and spread them for him.

Your hands find his bottom, hard flexing muscle as he relentlessly thrusts into you and you push him down against your clit hard, the swell of his cock stretching you so delicious.

“I love you.” He tells you, dropping down closer so that your breasts are pressed flat against his chest.

“Oh, Steve…” You moan, touched. “I love you.”

And you do and you’re so overjoyed that this is your life. This is what you can do for him and so much more. But this, being with him, this closeness, his love so freely given—“I love you.”

He kisses you hard, teeth clashing as you both try to convey the depth of your wants and joys.

“Mmmm.” He moans against your lips. “Shit.”

“Come for me, baby.” You whisper, reaching up to slide his hair back, fingers lacing through the soft tresses as he bucks against you faster.

“No.” He protests, a sudden flicker of fear in his eye. “I shouldn’t.”

“Then outside but come for me, Steve.” You nod at him, hands sliding up along his strong taut back, lusting for his body. You want to touch every bit of him. Kiss, love, and enjoy every inch of his Adonis structure.

“I shouldn’t.” He says again, ignoring you.

“Steve?”

“I…shouldn’t.” He moves faster, hips grinding down on your clit hard.

“Ste-? AH!” You moan loudly, body crashing once more into euphoric bliss as Steve stares right into your sex-hazed eyes, thunder overhead drowns out your pleasure cry.

“I’m…I should…shouldn’t…” He grunts but then rams himself into you three more times very quickly and you feel the heat of his climax fill you up. Hot thick spurts inside you, all the way in.

He collapses on top of you and your relaxed limbs wrap around him, keeping him close as he rolls both of you onto your sides.

With one leg straightened, the other left around his own, you push his hair back and notice the small beads of sweat on his forehead.

“You okay?” You check, reaching up to wipe at the sweat.

“I’m not done.” He states, and pulls you into his arms again, chest to chest, still inside you he grows hard again slowly.

He kisses you, lips moving languidly along your own.

“I love you.” He declares.

So much love today. You’re so lucky.

“I love you, Steve. You know I do.”

He gives you a quick small smile then reaches down and hooks your leg up high around his hips.

“I love you.” He says again and as the sky outside cracks with another deafening boom and the rain falls harder and faster, he pulls his hips back and thrusts up into you once more.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Should I come with you?” You hold the sheet against your naked body, watching Steve get dressed.

He’s pulled on a pair of dark jeans, a black long sleeve, his hair combed back. It’s so long. You like it this length.

He’d fallen asleep in your arms last night, cheek against your bare breasts while your hands had stroked that beautiful blonde hair. You wish it was last night again.

Every time Steve goes back to the compound, your heart beats wild with apprehension. You aren’t sure what it is or why it makes you panic. Perhaps it’s because that’s where you were when it all fell apart?

One story ended and yours and Steve’s began.

Today you feel especially sick to your stomach about it. It’s all in knots, making you queasy but this time you know why.

Nat’s getting a report today from the remaining Avengers. Rhodey’s been patrolling the more torn up countries. Following a trail of high-profile crime syndicate killings. Someone’s taking out all the bad guys but violently and definitely not sanctioned. Okoye has been handling things in Wakanda and Carol, Rocket, and Nebula are all dealing with various crises on other planets.

New Avengers.

All of them reporting to Nat who then in kind, reports to you. The new Fury. Or so Nat says, usually with a smirk. You stay out of the Compound, but you have your hand in all the pies.

You reach for your tablet and power it on. New notifications of possible problem areas becoming real issues fill your screen and you open up the World map to look at the spots and see if there’s a pattern to the trouble. You check in with some contacts around the world; London, Paris, Hong Kong, Seoul, Wakanda, Sydney…all the major check points and they begin to inundate you with strange occurrences and questions.

“No. I’m just going to go check up on Nat.” Steve says, moving to sit at the end of the bed and pull on his boots.

You slip the sheet under your arms so that you can work with both hands, your brow furrowed in concentration as you answer questions about Iron Man and where he’s been.

Busy. He’s semi-retired. Is it an emergency? Can local law enforcement handle it? What makes this case special? Sounds like it’s already over.

You sigh.

Steve has mostly kept out of all the trouble. He does what he can, but he’s focused on helping with the group and doing smaller things around the city. He’s kept his distance and you’re pretty sure it’s because he feels like he’s failed the team. Things are quieter anyway.

“I’ll need to check in at some point.” You tell him, still distracted. “I can come.”

You feel his weight drop down beside you and look up. He’s sitting on the edge of your side now, his left arm around you on your right as he leans in, that tempting half smile in place as he meets your eyes.

“Stay. Rest.” He begs, then slides those storm blues down to the top of your sheet. He slides two fingers under it then pulls it away, exposing you.

He leans down, kisses one breast, then the other before sitting up straight. He takes the tablet out of your hands and throws it to the foot of the bed before sliding that right arm underneath your knees. He pulls you once, hard and fast so that you fall onto the bed on your back, breasts bouncing from impact.

You chuckle and Steve smiles a little more widely at the sound.

He lays his torso over you and your hands trace the bulge of his biceps.

“Sleep. You’ve been waking up really early and going to sleep very late.” He complains.

“I get distracted.” You confess. “I’m busy. I’m-”

“The world is full of problems, Y/N. They’re not going anywhere.” He assures you.

“I know. I just…I wanna help.” You sigh and Steve traces the curve of your cheek.

“You are.” He kisses you, slow and pure, then pulls back.

He looks down at your breasts once more, a lick of his lips to show you that he still wants it, before he pulls the sheet back up and tucks it in around you. Places to be and things to do.

“Sleep.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

You’re never ready for it. The change. The way things are perfectly fine—well, as close to perfectly fine as they can be after the Snap—and then suddenly everything becomes unknown. Everything that you pictured for your future is thrown to the wind.

Everything you’d thought was possible disappears because now anything is possible. Anything.

You’re not alone in your worries.

Your phone rings, buzzing across your desk at the Compound.

“Hello?”

“I figured it out.”

“What?” You gasp, hushing yourself as a wave of hope and panic immobilize you.

“I know how to do it. I know how to go back…Y/N…”

“Tony, are you sure? Because Bruce has been trying to get Scott to-”

“Old man or baby?” He asks, cutting you off.

“B-Both.” How the hell does he know that?

“I know how to do it right.” He says once more.

“We can get them all back?” You ask, excitement already beginning to flow through you, setting your world to glow.

“We can.”

“Tony…Steve-” You begin, already getting to your feet to go get him.

He’s been in the hangar with Bruce this whole time, a temp lab because the equipment is so large. He’s been as distracted with this time travel idea as you were before with work. He’s laying all of his hopes on this idea. Maybe, if you can give him the good news then he won’t be so…distant.

Steve the morning he came to see Nat and Steve after he spoke to Nat and Scott are like two people. Before their talk, okay, yes. He’d been preoccupied. Depressed a little. But who isn’t depressed these days?

Things are hard. Lives were changed in drastic and bad ways. Steve had been and is still your only consolation.

However, even though he’d been preoccupied, he’s withdrawn into this project. He’s brighter. The light in his eyes is full of hope and eagerness and disappointment when it doesn’t pan out, but he’s driven again. He’s got something to strive for.

You only wish it didn’t also make him spend less time with you. Unless it’s to go to bed, you don’t hear from him all day and that’s because he’s right there, in the room. He doesn’t hold your hand or kiss you or even smile at you.

One time you’d looked up and caught him watching you. Eyes sad. He’d forced a smile then looked away.

“Don’t tell him.” Tony says, shocking your heart into confusion.

“What?” It would make him so happy!

“I-I’d like to tell him myself. He and I…we need to-”

“Yes!” You gasp, not even needing him to finish. “Yes, Tony. I’ll let you tell him.” More than Steve’s kisses or love filled gazes, you want him and Tony talking.

“But…please get here soon? I really don’t know how many more times they can make Scott old before he starts losing his mind.”

And Tony does come. He and Steve bury the hatchet—very quickly too—and then they all go to work.

But not with you.

To your surprise, Nat pulls you aside and hands you her tablet. The one she talks to you with. The one that holds all of the relevant information for the operation that you’ve been running together to keep the world turning without too many blazes.

“I hate to ask, but while we work on this, do you think you can take over?” She looks sheepish and so not Nat that you take the tablet without hesitation.

“Of course, Nat. Whatever you need. But if I can help you with anything here though, with this, can you let me know? I’d love to help.” You look for Steve behind her. You want to be beside him, helping him achieve his dreams.

And…you want to see him. Talk to him. Love him. He’s busy. You remind yourself. A scolding.

“Thanks, Y/N. And if we need anything, of course we’ll come to you.” She smiles softly, then turns and heads back towards Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Nebula all huddled around the large Quantum pad they’re building.

Nebula walking around and putting a panel down only for Bruce to shake his massive green head.

“No. I said to the right.” Bruce gripes.

“This is the right.” Nebula argues.

“My right. Not your right.” Bruce says.

“This is your right.” She points out.

“Oh.” Bruce looks down at some schematic you can’t see. “I meant left.”

Nebula stands up straight, jaw clenching and flexing.

Rhodey hurries to her side and gently moves to slide his hands under hers. “Here, I’ll get it. Go help Rocket.”

“Looks like they don’t want your help either, aye?” A deep gruff voice comes from behind you.

You turn to find Thor sitting on a bench, legs spread wide, belly slightly peeking out at the bottom of his ratty, stained, and torn up beige t-shirt.

“Guess we’re not…worthy of giving a hand.” He scowls.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, frowning as you hold the tablet against your chest.

He’s not looking so great.

Thor on the other hand looks down at your feet then shakes his head. Whatever he’s going to say weighs heavy on his shoulders and so instead of saying what he really wants to say, he changes the subject.

“Did I ever tell you about Jane Foster? My ex?” He asks, suddenly leaning forward, sunglasses thrown up onto his head as he stares at you with one piercing blue eye, the other is amber.

His beard is long and thick; a mess. His hair in chunks and clearly in need of a wash and some brushing. He’s let himself go. He smells…well, you’ve smelled worse but not much.

Sweat, stale beer, that always familiar ozone only it’s more prominent and stings your nose. You don’t wince or otherwise betray that your olfactory has been assaulted.

Thor is a broken wretch of a man, given up on himself and everyone around him. It’s sad to see him like this because you know the pinnacle of Godliness that he’d been before. The absolute confidence that had shaped his strutting, thumping, godly energy.

However, you understand this fallen man. The chasm that must rest in his chest where his pride had settled beside his heart left must ache.

This loss, the Snap, broke him. It tore him to pieces and he’s only just put them back together enough to be here.

“I met her once. She was very nice.” You nod, giving him a small smile.

He returns it, a soft curve of his lips that brightens the otherwise glum expression. “She was beautiful. And smart. So smart.”

“Yes.” You nod once again. “She was.”

“And I failed her.” He says weakly, his voice closer to lamenting than speaking. “I failed everyone.”

Your smile falls, concern replacing the wariness as you move towards him and squat down before him so that he’ll have to look down at you. You carefully place your tablet in your lap, then your hands on his knees to keep your balance.

“Thor, no one blames you for what happened with Th-”

“No.” He protests, shaking his head at the name.

“For what happened with that guy.” You correct. “Everyone played a part in this beat, Thor. Even me.”

Thor’s face shifts from grief to fond and delighted amusement. It’s a soft expression, the smile gentle and his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s the first time you’ve seen it in a long time. Since Ultron’s days at the party after the team had found Loki’s Scepter.

Thor’s exalted revels.

He takes hold of your chin and gives your head a very minute shake. It’s a soft tough, hot calloused fingers, affectionate and gentle.

“You were passed out on your bed, little dove. Not much you could have done.” He points out.

“And why was I passed out?” You ask him, waiting as he thinks it through.

He drops his hand from your chin but only to rest it over yours on his knee.

“You know, I don’t know. Captain Rogers never-”

“Because Nat drugged me. Because Steve didn’t want me out there fighting with everyone else. Because I’m normal, and weaker than them. I didn’t have Nat’s training or Sam’s skills or Rhodey’s military background. All I have, even to this day, is a glorified certification for an elite spy squad. A certification that I made use of by sitting behind a monitor and watched as everyone else went out to do the fighting.” You give him a second to let his mind catch up because he’s got his confused face on, brow furrowed as he stares at you. “If I was different, if I was better, if I was stronger, or special then I could have been out there fighting and maybe that would have made a difference?”

“Y/N…” He protests, chastising you for your thoughts.

“See? It’s easy to find blame in yourself if you try hard enough.” You explain. “You might have been right there Thor but the only person responsible for Thanos’s actions is Thanos.”

He doesn’t even flinch when you say his name.

“I still believe in you, Thor. Always.” You promise then lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, grab your tablet, and leave him to hopefully, pull himself together.

Your eyes are burning. You haven’t stopped crying since they got back. They’re outside, dealing with the aftermath of their choices and you’re one friend short.

Not Nat. Is all you can think. No. It’s not true.

How can she be gone? The strongest Avenger. She is…was…she'd fought so hard only to have it to end like this?

She’s gone and you didn’t even get to say goodbye. You crumble against Steve’s bed, clinging to Nat’s tablet because it’s the last thing she gave you before they left on their heist.

The shining excitement in her pale rosy cheeked face as she’d bounced on her feet waiting to go back in time feels so wrong now. It feels like sacrilege.

How dare she be that eager to go out and die? Why? Why Nat?!

“Y/N?” Tony’s voice is winded, weak, and grieving. He’s like you. “You in here?”

You’re crying so he moves towards the sounds. “I-I-She’s not gone.”

Your denial makes him somber.

“She did it for us.” Tony tries to reason with you. “For them.”

Right now you would rather have Nat than the rest if the Universe. You know it’s selfish but it’s Nat!

He sits on the edge of the bed and places his hand on your ankle. He doesn’t try to comfort you because nothing can be said to make this better. Nothing can bring her back.

He lets you cry yourself out. When you finally sit yourself up, you struggle to find your balance, weak as you are.

“Where’s Steve?” He hasn’t come to see you yet. He came back and you sat on the bed, sniffling and crying silently while he showered and changed. He’d kissed your forehead and then left you in here.

“I have to regroup with the team.” He’d said, and then left.

“They’re going to the lab. We’ve got the stones and the gauntlet is almost finished.” Tony leans back, looking at your utter state of depression with gentle eyes. “You wanna come?”

You consider his offer, wondering if you want to be there to celebrate in the stones that took your friend…so many of them actually.

You wanna see Steve but he’s actively keeping his distance from you. You’re not sure why but you can feel his withdrawal.

Shaking your head, you let your hair fall forward, shielding your face from view.

“We’ll try to fix it. I think we can try to fix it. We’ll bring them all back. All of them, Y/N. Nat too.” He says, more hopeful than certain.

His warm calloused hand suddenly slides in underneath your hair, cupping your cheek gently.

“Hey, wanna do me a favor then?”

You nod, anything to distract from this agony and the looming question of Steve and why he doesn’t have you tucked in under his arm as he holds your hand like he always does.

You know you’re being stupid. The fate of the universe is in the balance. Of course your relationship has to be put on the back burner.

“Morgan’s been asking about you.” He says, finally drawing your eyes up.

That girl is the cutest and you haven’t seen her in so long.

“I’ll go.” You tell him, knowing what he’s asking. Steve probably asked him to. He wants you away from the danger of all this.

You find him in the lab and he hugs you tight when you tell him you’re going. He holds you much longer than he normally would in front of the team as you almost fall to pieces over Nat again, but he releases you and kisses you quick before sending you on your way.

“Stay safe.” You beg of him.

~~~~~~~~~~

You’re sitting with Morgan on the log house’s rustic porch when the garage door is blown open. You see a streak of blue and silver fly up into the sky, a blue-white spark of repulsor energy trailing behind it.

“What’s going on?” You ask, picking up Morgan to hold her close.

She looks worried, but only like a child would be. She doesn’t understand. All she asks when Happy comes out is, “Where’s mommy going?”

And you know things must have gone wrong.

The funeral is beautiful, at least in the way funerals can be.

When Pepper pushes the tribute wreath for Tony out onto the lake by the house, you cry. You stand inside, watching from a distance because you can’t bring yourself to be in front of all those people.

You’re alone. And you’re broken because Tony was here. He was just here. And now he’s gone and nothing feels the same.

Steve keeps his distance too. You don’t take offense because this battle, this mission, this whole fucking plan had taken so much from everyone. From Morgan the most.

Bruce is scarred from having used the stones to undo the Snap—and he’d said he tried to bring her back, but it didn’t work, and Nat is really gone—Steve had been broken and bruised and emotionally wrought.

He'd hugged you and cried into your shoulder as he clung but then he let you go and disappeared.

It was all so jumbled, this mess of celebration and grief. You lost him in the crowd and when things had finally died down, the two of you sat together silently, holding hands.

Taking solace that even though the Compound was gone, the two of you are still here, and you have each other.

Silver lining. You watch Steve hug his friends. After the funeral he and Bucky talk for a long time. They walk out to the lake and they sit, and they just talk.

You keep your distance because Steve has been needing this to happen. He’s needed Bucky back. And Sam. And Wanda.

You can already see the weight on his shoulders lessen and you feel your own sense of relief to know that he’s finally going to feel better.

When most of the people are gone and it’s only the team, you move out to Bruce as he sets up what looks like a smaller Quantum pad.

Suspicious. Worried.

“What’s going on?” You ask him, uncertain about this time travelling crap after what happened with Nat.

“Oh, hey. We’re getting everything set to go back again.” He explains, messing with the knobs and buttons on the panel before him.

Like death, fear begins to creep in, turning your blood to ice.

“Why?” You ask, afraid of who you’ll lose this time. Will Clint go? Or Rhodey? Bruce himself?

“Well, I made a promise. We have to get the stones back to where they belong the very moment that they were taken so that we don’t accidentally start any new timelines…although, I’m pretty sure we already did that, what with killing past Thanos at the compound. But…oh well. What could really go wrong, right?” His explanation makes your brain hurt but you get what he’s saying.

“Who-?” As he meets your eyes, you realize you don’t even need to ask. “Steve is going?”

“Yeah.” Bruce reaches over to gently massage his right shoulder, held tight with a sling then freezes as he sees the shift in your eyes. “I'm, oh jeez, I’m sorry. I-He hasn’t told you, has he?”

Rage. Pure rage engulfs your heart, at the center like the black pit of a rotten apple is the fear fueling your fire. You can’t lose Steve. You just can’t.

“I thought you knew!” Bruce yells after you, sounding remorseful.

Stomping mad, you search for Steve.

How dare he make this type of decision without speaking to you first? You’re his girlfriend. Hell, you’ve been living with him for five years! You’re way more than that by now.

You don’t have to go far and find him on the bench where he’d been with Bucky earlier, sitting with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stares out at the water.

“Steve?” You storm, moving towards him intent on letting him know that he cannot go back in time to drop off the stones because more than a million things can go wrong and you cannot risk it.

No. He’ll just have to send someone else.

Steve jumps, which in and of itself should surprise you but you’re so angry you don’t notice the guilt in his eyes.

“How can you make the choice to go back in time again without even asking me?” You demand. “After what happened with Nat? You are not going. Do you hear me?”

Steve swallows hard, his hands clasped tightly at his side. He’s holding something, you realize. He doesn’t even seem annoyed by you demanding he stay.

“Y/N…”

“What’s that?” You ask him, pointing at his hand.

Steve looks at it and opens it up, holding his old compass for you to see.

“Oh. Well,” You renew, “This time travelling thing? I can’t watch you do it again, Steve not with-”

“I think…” He begins, hesitating as he stares down at the compass in his hands, cutting you off.

He’s twirling it around over and over, drawing your eyes to it and effectively silencing you.

“We’ve been friends for a long time.” Steve says, and with the way he does, your heart drops down into the pit of your stomach. “We had to wait until the world ended before we had our chance. I know that, part of that is my fault. If I’d been less scared to take the chance…you had to kiss me, remember?”

“Steve…” You try, softly, suddenly terrified.

“Please, don’t stop me or I’ll never get this out, Y/N.” He pleads, and his tone makes you nervous, chest aching painfully at the guilt you can clearly see now.

You lick your lips but nod and remain silent.

“I love you.”

Why doesn’t that give you comfort?

He nods, agreeing with his own statement. “So much but…”

He opens the compass and stares at it. Then he turns it and offers it to you.

You take the two steps closer to him in order to grab the compass, and your hand grows numb at the old black and white photo that lines the inside of the lid.

You know this face because you’d studied it during your training. You know it because you’d looked her up when Steve had finally told you about who she was and what she’d meant to him. And just how important she really was. You’d known back them that you didn’t compare to her and yet, somehow, even knowing this, knowing what she represented to Steve, you didn’t see this coming.

You’d been so confident. Five years is no small amount of time to spend with someone.

Now you can see it. As clear as day, blinding and painful.

The moment time travel had become even a plausible possibility, Steve had begun to push you away.

He’d slipped up a few times. The night before they went on the heist especially.

He’d curled up behind you, coaxed you awake, kissed you fiercely and made love to you tenderly. He’d even cried but you’d been sure that it was because he was nervous about the mission. What if they messed it up?

You realize now that he was telling you goodbye. Tracing the shape of your arms and legs, the curve of your breasts and bottom. He’d stared into your eyes and kissed you slow. Deep.

One last fuck before he does what he’s known he would do the moment he knew he could go back.

“You’re leaving me.” You whisper, disbelief ripping through you.

“Y/N…” He begins again, taking a step closer but you take a step back, tearing your eyes away from the beautiful Peggy Carter.

“You’re going and you’re not coming back.” You realize, betrayed.

“I…I have to see. I have to take the chance because if I can be with-”

This isn’t happening. This is a lie.

You turn away from him, and he goes silent. “Five years…Steve. We have been together for five years. You kissed me this morning—every morning for the last five years. You told me you love me.”

Him leaving must be a lie because if it isn’t then those five years you spent with him. Those kisses. His declaration that he loves you. Those become the lie.

“How…Are you not happy with me? I-I know that I…no, I…how can you…wait, I…don’t you love me?” You sputter, jumping from hurt to angry to confused as you turn to look at him again.

“Of course, I’m happy with you.” He rushes forward, hands on your cheeks and the way he strokes them is genuine and loving. You don’t want him to go. He can’t. “I love you…I do…”

“But not enough?” You gasp, realizing this as the truth. “You love her more. You’ll always love her more.”

This angers you. You shove him, hard, pushing against his chest because you’ve dreamt only of Steve. You’ve wanted only Steve. From the moment he taught you to punch, through all of the doubts and struggle and the distance that kept you apart when he was on the run and the times that he couldn’t be with you. You’ve loved him, body and soul. You were there after the Snap and you gave him what he needed and you…you’re nothing?

No. Not nothing.

You’re not enough.

Just a stop along the way.

You sob.

“I’m the one that’s been here through all of this shit with you Steve. We’ve lived together for five years. You slept beside me, for five years and you’re telling me that this entire time I was…what? Second best?”

“No.” Steve moves towards you again but you’re spitting angry and hurt. The hurt is the worst.

“But that’s what you’re telling me.” You argue. “I’m here. I’m right here, Steve.”

“I know.” He says, quiet, pained.

“I love you and I want to give you my life.”

“I know. I love-”

“I will marry you-” You utter desperately, begging almost but you’re getting angrier and angrier.

“Y/N…” He says, a little shocked.

“-and give you babies-”

He blinks, stunned. Thinking fast and hard, brow furrowed with thought and pain.

“-you are all I want. You know that…you know that I love you.”

“I do.” He assures you, seeming to snap out of it.

Your anger spikes, reaching new levels and coating your heart in venom. “Well if you know that you’re all I want the why do you want someone else?!”

You shout and Bruce gives you two a glance but then turns to leave to give you space?

Clint and Wanda turn to look at the two of you, staring for a moment with furrowed brows. Responding to the atmosphere but not your words.

The house door opens, swinging with a faint creak, and Bucky comes outside, standing by the railing as he watches. Deep knowing concern etched across his face.

He knows.

They’re all too far to really hear what you two are arguing about but they know you’re arguing.

“Don’t you want me?” You ask him, back to what sounds like a slight begging quality in your tone for him to choose you only because you choose only him. It’s Steve. Or no one.

“Yes.” Steve nods. “I do.”

He sweeps you into his arms, pulling you against his chest as you turn your head up to look at him, your hand still clutching his compass.

“Then stay with me. I love you. Please don’t do this to us.” You plead. “Please?”

Your voice cracks.

“Please?” You sob.

He leans down to kiss you but the guilt in his eyes doesn’t recede. It makes you pull back and he stops.

“You’re still going?” You check, even though you already know the answer.

“I have to.” He sighs, “It’s…it’s Peggy.”

You shove him away from you again and this time he tries to hold onto you, but you don’t let him.

“And I’m nothing.” You spit, finally managing to get out from under his hold. “I’m nothing to you.”

“Y/N, no. Baby…”

“Don’t call me that, Steve. How can you call me that and do this? Don’t…stop lying.”

You toss the compass at him and it hits his chest. He catches it while you turn and head back inside.

“I’m not lying. Baby…Y/N!” He calls after you, though he doesn’t make to follow and that kills you again.

You pass Bucky who opens his mouth to say something. Defend Steve? Empathize with you? You don’t care. None of it matters.

“Don’t.” You choke, tears streaming down your face.

You don’t stop until you’re in your bedroom, ignoring the multiple faces looking up at you with concern.

“Y/N?” Pepper asks, worried with Morgan in her arms.

“What’s happened?” Thor asks, sitting up straighter in the armchair he’s chose beside the couch.

Once in your room, you move to the closet and go in there too. You find a corner and slowly sink down to the floor, wishing there was a room in this house even smaller than this one where you might have the chance to fall apart in peace.

You want to be crushed. Enclosed in nothing so that this isn’t real, and Steve isn’t leaving you for someone else.

You don’t want to exist. You want to never have felt like this for Steve so that he can’t hurt you.

As it is, this will have to do, so you let yourself fall apart.

An hour later, Steve abandons you.

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Kinktober 3: Edging

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Pairing: Brunnhilde X OFC

Warnings: Edging, smut

Summary: Looks like Brunnhilde has met her match, in bed.

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The room was filled with harsh panting, and whimpers that for once were falling from the Valkyries lips as tanned fingers gripped tight to the head between spread legs. Fingers raking over the now tender scalp of the woman between them had the warriors lover whimpering herself. Desperately Brunnhilde tried to chase her end, but every time she was close, her lovers nimble fingers retreated and made the madness begin anew.

"Don't you dare," the Valkyrie panted out to the thick framed woman between spread thighs, ones spread as far as possible to gain all the friction the others tongue had to offer.

Cognac orbs raked over her lovers bare back side; it made the warrior crave the others thick body more.

The hands tightening in loose locks was becoming too much, but the other wasn't about to let up on the tortious pace she was setting. Hand fanning over tanned thigh, while the other thrust two digits into the warriors’ tightening core and raked over her g spot. The threat the woman writhing above her uttered had her smirking before suckling at the delicate nerve she had been lapping over.

King of New Asgard or not, the Valkyries young lover would not be intimidated into allowing the tanned woman a release. Suddenly stopping as velvet core clenched to spasm but pulled away to deny all contact, one bronze hand falling from her hair while the other wrapped even tighter to jerk the oracle face to face with an irate lover.

"You would dare deny your king release," Brunnhilde spoke darkly, the other careful to not allow the Valkyrie a chance to grind against the thick thigh pressing over twitching core. Brunnhilde knew what she was getting into when allowing the thick framed oracle into her bed, she was headstrong, and Brunnhilde didn't want to break her.

"No one rules over me, you knew that when we met," the oracle smiled, showing fangs to remind the king, she was no mere oracle, but one of mixed origins.

Reaching a hand to the one wrapped in her hair while the other braced on the bed to hover over Brunnhilde, the oracle noted she had possibly driven the Valkyrie to the very edge. Once honey orbs swallowed in a sea of black just like her own electric blue ones. Letting out a whimper as the warrior twisted her head and forced her to the mattress on her back.

Quickly Brunnhilde straddled the others thick hips to pin them to the bed, bronze hand grabbing one of then oracles wrists, the other anchored next to her lover to hover over her. A shiver ran over the warriors spine when the soothsayer trailed heated fingers over Brunnhilde’s side with the hand not restrained.

Norns, how the oracle loved the feel of the bronze flesh she danced her fingers over. It was soft yet firm it filled her mind with quiet things, one that relaxed her though the grip on her sore scalp made her whimper before it was released.

"Your body is mine lover, just as mine is yours," Brunnhilde panted, lips falling to the woman’s under her to press them firmly and taste herself on the oracles tongue.

The sound of shackles clicking shut had the mystic smirking as the kiss broke, but lips stayed together. Meeting the Valkyrie’s gaze, she refused to fight as the hand once laced in her hair took the free wrist to place it into a furry, velvet lined cuff. Gingerly calloused hands trailed over the oracles arms as Brunnhilde sat up and let out a quiet chuckle when her lover pulled at the shackles.

"My turn sweetheart," the warrior spoke with a dark smirk, fingers trailing plump sides, nails raking over the flesh to make her hiss at the slight sting. Though lovingly the same fingers danced over her plump stomach, trailing ever so lightly to the top of wet slit earning a whimper when Brunnhilde repeated the process once more.

The oracles hands wrapped the chains to give them a tug, realizing it was tethered to the bed. Body arching up as this time the torturous bronze fingers paused over wet slit to linger this time. The appendages fanning out over the top of her mound to press the pad of her thumb delicately over throbbing nerve.

Letting out a whimper, the oracle heard Brunnhilde chuckle at the noises she was making. Her thumb pressing harder, as if it was needed. The previous hours activity had made it so the slightest touch would almost drive the Valkyrie’s lover over the edge. A quiet tut had the oracle falling limp to the bed, delicate nub bare, glaring up at Brunnhilde who was teasing over thick thighs as she scooted to spread the oracles legs and settle between them.

“You have denied me a release for the past hour baby,” Brunnhilde began, kissing the inside of the others soft thighs as they quivered.

“It’s not fair. I’m more-,” she gasped out but was cut off when the warrior sucked a harsh bruise on the tender flesh next to soaking core.

“I know baby, but what is fare is this,” Brunnhilde breathed, hot breath fanning over needy core that clenched around nothing. A hot tongue licked a teasing stripe through readied slit to earn a whimpering moan and jingle of shackles. “Was that fair?”

“No, I want more,” the oracle whimpered wrist twisting in the shackles as she gazed over plump belly to note the smirk Brunnhilde gave.

“You will get more, but I need you to be patient as I bring you to the edge again,” she punctuated with a kiss above her pubic bone.

“Again,” Brunnhilde breathed, kissing wet slit.

“Again,” the Valkyrie stated, kissing the flesh next to aching hole.

“Again,” the king sighed, now kissing the opposite side before raising up to hover over the oracles shivering body and leaning in to press her lips to the others.

“And again,” Brunnhilde finished, slowly releasing the others lips to flutter kisses over her chin, between heaving breast, over plump belly and pausing at the top of begging core.

The oracles body quivered like a leaf in anticipation for the ritual to start over again. Tanned fingers fanning over thick thighs to spread them wide to nip and kiss everywhere but where it was needed most.

“What if I fall,” the other whimpered not sure the light caresses weren’t going to send her over the edge into a blinding release that coiled tight in her lower abdomen.

“Then I’ll be right here to catch you sweetheart,” Brunnhilde breathed over thick thigh as she continued to mark them.

Letting out a sigh, the oracle fell back to the pillows and shut her eyes. Might as well enjoy the torture, the feeling of a calloused hand ghosting her belly to reach for a pert bud and tease it between thumb and forefinger caused her to arch, letting out a moaning sigh.

“There’s my lover,” Brunnhilde spoke, kissing the delicate bundle of nerves exposed by bronze digits, but none of it still enough.

“Maybe we should stop for a moment,” came Brunnhilde’s dark voice from between thick thighs as all contact stopped and the warrior sat up.

Quickly the oracle’s gaze shot to the warrior between her legs. “No,” she yelped, as if her body shivering for release didn’t state the obvious as well.

“If you insist,” Brunnhilde smiled, repeating it all over once more as the oracle fell to the sheets a needy, yet slightly satisfied wreck.

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 5 years

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Fire and Ice (Jotun LokixOC)

Warnings: Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fluffy smut. Sub Loki, Jotun Loki, Temperature play (obviously), Begging, Sex, Oral sex, Blowjobs, Comfort sex, Gentle sex

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Loki’s P.O.V

This day couldn't have gone anymore wrong. Everything I had been led to believe was nothing more than the lies of an old man. Thor had been banished, Odin had gone into an Odin sleep and finally I'd found out my true heritage. I had been right all this time about not fitting in with the family, being the black sheep and now it all made so much sense. I was nothing more than a monstrous frost giant. Something mothers tell their children about at night to scare them. And now I was everything I had been taught to hate and fear.

It explained why I was never going to be king. He couldn't have a frost giant rule Asgard. I looked at myself in the mirror, disgusting with what looked back at me. Blue skin, blood red eyes. I couldn’t let Raven see me like this, she'd turn and run from me. I was the son of Laufey, rightful heir to Jotunheim. But I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to be his son. There had to be something I could do to show Odin that I wasn’t like all the other frost giants that I wasn’t like Laufey. I was a son of Odin, prince of Asgard.

Thor was right, we should have slaughtered them all when we had the chance. I’m sure I still could. It would end the constant feuding and tension. Maybe then Odin would be proud of me and see me as his son. I needed that acceptance from him so that maybe one day I could accept myself. I would resent him for keeping this from me but that could heal. What hurt more was that my mother had kept it from me. With how much she loved me I would have thought she could have been truthful.

I turned away from the mirror, I couldn’t stand to look at myself anymore, let alone be in my own skin. I heard the door open behind me and froze in place. I couldn’t let Raven see me like this. She’d leave me, and I couldn’t live without her. I made a move to the bathroom, but it was too late, she was already in the room, staring at me in shock. “Loki?” She questioned. I turned away from her, “don't look at me. You shouldn't have to see this.” “I don't understand, what's going on?” “The truth finally came out. I’m longer blinded by Odin’s lies, ironic isn't it that the god of deception and lies has been lied too his whole life.”

“Your a...frost giant?” She asked hesitantly. “I’m a monster,” I turned to her, finally letting her look at me, “see. You should be running from this room, screaming...why aren't you? You should be disgusted by the sight of-" Raven cut me off with a kiss, her lips warm against my cold ones. This didn't seem to bother her however. She continued to kiss me, trailing down to my neck. “What are you doing? I asked in disbelief. “Proving a point.” She kissed me again before I could say another word, her fingers tangling in my hair. Raven pulled away for air, that familiar lustful look in her eye. Oh. She really wanted me? In this form?

Raven turned me towards the mirror, forcing me to look at myself. Raven kept her hands on my shoulders to stop me turning away. “Does it really look that bad? I think you look beautiful,” she spoke. “I’m hideous.” “Your still my husband. Your still my Loki. No matter what form you take.” Raven’s hands moved down to the hem of my undershirt, pulling the material up and over my head. This revealed more of my pale blue skin, darker blue lines across my chest. She kissed my shoulder, her lips like hot coals across my skin. But yet it wasn’t painful like I had expected. And she showed no signs of discomfort. Her hands moved further down my body, undoing my pants before pulling those off me too.

I stood there in just my boxers, forced to look at my monstrous form. I had no idea what this was meant to prove. “You really don’t see what I see?” She asked. “The only thing beautiful in that mirror is you. And I am so undeserving of you.” “Why? Because you think you’re a monster? You were manipulated and lied too for all of your life, led to believe your race were the monsters. What kind of king steals a baby from its home, from its people and parents?” I let her words sink in, she was right. It was just difficult. Whilst he wasn’t my true father he had still raised me, cared for me in his own way. Raven turned me round to face her once more.

She kissed me again, her body pressing against mine. I let her take control of the situation, I needed her too. Raven led me over to the bed, pushing me down on to the soft sheets. She undressed herself before climbing on top of me, straddling my waist. She started kissing me again, her kisses hungry and passionate. I was left breathless by her kisses. But I needed more. She kissed every part of my blue flesh that she could. I wasn’t used to this kind of devotion, normally I was the one doing this. It felt…nice to be on the receiving end. Raven continued her journey south, taking my boxers off. Raven could sense my unease and placed a comforting hand on my chest. “Relax Loki, I’m not going to hurt you,” she reassured. I’d never been so vulnerable before. Never…submissive.

Raven took my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She smiled as I gasped at the sensation. I could only moan and whimper as she devoured me completely. Her mouth was like liquid fire on my cock. I didn’t know how much I could take before I would come apart. She held my hips down so that I wouldn’t buck into her mouth. She took it slow, practically worshiping my cock with her lips and tongue. I gripped the bed sheets beneath me, needing something to cling too. “P-please don’t…fuck…don’t stop,” I managed. Raven showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, continuing to suck my cock with a soft moan. I threw my head back against the sheets, still whimpering from the pleasure. It was almost too much, teetering on the edge of too much pleasure.

She eventually stopped, climbing back on top of me. She barely gave me any time to recover as pressed her wet, heat against my cock. I wasn’t sure if I could take more. Raven laced her fingers with mine, leaning down to kiss me lovingly. She then slowly sunk herself down onto my cock. I cursed, squeezing her hands tight. Fuck. She just felt so good. So tight, so hot. Once she was fully seated on my cock she remained still, giving me time to compose myself. Raven leaned down, cupping my cheek. “Your okay, I’ve got you,” she spoke softly. I smiled at her, how was it possible to have found someone so loving and caring? I had no idea what I’d done to deserve such an angel. Raven sat back up, rolling her hips against mine. She moaned softly, letting the pleasure guide her movements.

I placed my hands on her hips, noticing the small shiver that ran through her. I went to pull away, but she placed her hands over mine, stopping me. Now she began to ride me, her hands on my chest to keep her balance. My hips bucked against hers, forcing a louder moan from her. I started to match her pace, pulling her down for another kiss. I needed all of her at once. Having her like this was so much more intense. She sped up the pace a little, moaning my name. I was so close already, it was almost pathetic at how little I was lasting. Normally I could go most of the night, but it seemed her tender touch had rendered me weak. I reached between us, finding her clit. She shuddered in pleasure and from the feeling of my cold thumb against her hot bundle of nerves.

A few moments more and she came apart on top of me, crying out her release. It seemed her orgasm triggered my own as I too came apart seconds after her, whimpering her name. I was a panting, shaking mess. Who knew a woman could do such a thing to me. Raven climbed off of me carefully and lay next to me. She pulled me into her arms, my head against her chest as she stroked my hair. I noticed how her skin broke out in goosebumps, how she began to shiver at my touch. I tried to pull away but again she refused, holding me close. “I don’t want you to be cold, let me warm you like you warmed me,” I spoke. With that my skin returned to its normal shade, its normal temperature. I continued to cling to her, afraid of letting her go. She continued to stroke my hair to soothe and calm me, slowly lulling me into a deep sleep.

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Good morning sweets!

How about a lil boost of serotonin if you're up for it? XD

What would a perfect day with Daddy Walker sound like to you? :3

Aww baby, it’s been a busy day and it’s the afternoon by now 😪... but we could all use a serotonin boost anytime.

Summary: A perfect day in rural Italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth.

Pairing: Soft!August Walker x Female Reader (No ethnicity or body type description)

Words: 1k

Warning: 18+, smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.

A/N: I’ve never been to Italy, but these photos of Henry in Italy make a girl could dream so I tried to be subtle about the descriptions of the village. Tried to keep this short but then I just kept going without even know where I was heading. No beta, I’ll die on my mistake like August Walker falling off a cliff with a hook splitting his head.

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Perfect Day

A brass coloured kiss warms your cheeks through the waving drapes of his window, gently it draws you out from slumber into a reality that might as well be delirium.

Your man, your August, is the bed you lay upon; his fury pecs - your pillow, his vast mountain-arms - the blanket which keeps you protected. Dragging your lids open, you look around, and with a vision still blurry, manage to detect the empty bottle of wine, the many books scattered on the floor and the fire that shyly burns at the mantle.

“Oh.” You hear his drowsy groan, and he shifts below you, arms squeezing you tight into his bare embrace. You hadn’t even realised you are naked before, and now there is pressure amidst your thighs and the stickiness of a dry cocktail made out of your union.

“Did we fall asleep here?...” he drawls, and by his thumb strings a line across your spine.

“It was a busy night,” you retort and lift your head to look into his eyes.

His lips crack into a slanted smirk, and then carefully, he flips you, hovering above you with his hand cradling your cheek.

“I was too rough for you, angel. You are sore.”

There is remorse in his voice, a tenderness only shared with you. He never asks. He already knows and forever seeks to comfort. You peer deeply into his cosmic gaze, reading into the colourful nebulas and starry constellation written in his eyes before breaking into a smile yourself.

“I am,” you nod with the scant space of motion he allows, “I like it when you hurt me. It reminds me that I’m yours.”

August’s eyes lit, and he takes your hand to his lips, kissing your fingers deeply before beginning to trail down each region of your naked form. He is all rough bristle, but his lips are soft as precious silks, showering you with love until he reaches the apex of your thighs and unfolds them to his curious tongue.

“Let me kiss it better.”

If by chance you’ve fallen into a dream world, if you died and this is heaven, you don’t ever wish to be reborn.

He feasts on you with the desperation of a vampire hungry for warm blood, and like a victim, in an erotic horror film, you sway and moan unwittingly, breaking as he pulls so many ecstasies from your body you lose control over the pacing of your heart.

He finishes himself on his knees between your spread legs, his darkening eyes altering from your face to your battered flesh. With a guttural shout, he comes all over your slit, coating it with his creamy milk.

“Shower now? Or head to the village first?” He asks, still heaving from his climax.

“Town, I want to be filthy and covered by your essence.”

“Oh, my nasty angel,” he tuts playfully and then helps you up from the floor.

August’s Alpha Romeo Spider rips through the sunny countryside, speeding up as an act of pure machismo whenever another car passes by. Sated, you twirl a hand in the open air, indulging the breeze blowing onto your face and neck and the squeeze of his fingers around your thigh.

The village nearby is lively that time of day but not too packed. The locals seem to be in both awe and envy of how beautiful the two of you look together; August wears his white fedora and a matching loose shirt while you’re in a lithe floral dress he picked for you on the last visit you had in one of the main cities.

“I’ll get ingredients for dinner. You can wander, but don’t get too far,” he warns with a tone of care and pecks the back of your hand before heading toward the farmers market.

Following the cobblestone path, you descend down the alley, smiling at the residence and shopkeepers who wave their offerings and compliments your appearance. The air is fresh with spring and the different aromas of the region; traditional spices, rosemary and alpine oaks.

Relaxed, you pause and close your eyes, inhaling the false sense of freedom when a peal of yapping and whines stir your attention.

By the corner of the florist, you see them; an old man with a basket full of large pups.

“Aw!” Your entire body softens in an instance, engulfed by a tepid wave of ease. Immediately you stride closer and crouch to pet each one of the five.

“They’re so adorable,” you say to the man, who doesn’t understand a word but still smiles and speaks back in his native tongue.

“What you got there, princess?”

August appears behind you, with two paper-bags full of groceries and a bouquet of pink roses. He stares down at the pups, remaining stoic though you can tell by his glossy blues he is ensnared by the sight of softness as well.

You bite your lip, not saying a word, but August sighs. He already knows what you’re thinking.

“That’s a German Shepherd, sweetness, that’s going to be a big dog.”

“I love big dogs,” you shrug and pout, rolling your upper body as you sway from side to side with your wrist held in your palm. “It will protect me, like you do.”

August shakes his head and sighs again. He looks at the old man and in perfect Italian, asks for the price.

“Which one of them do you want?”

You crouch once again, looking at the lot. The pups all jump to reach you, staring back with their eyes swimming with hope, but out of all, the solely black one that mischievously chews on the edge of the basket is the one you can’t stop smiling at.

The creases in August cheeks deepen as you pick the puppy up and hug him tightly.

Of course, his angel of light will always be drawn to darkness.

The sun rests upon the horizon as you head home. The breeze now warm and humid with the evening drawing near. You hold the puppy close to your bosom, letting him nibble your index finger while August peers at you from time to time.

“This thing better not pee on the bed,” he warns, though the corner of his lip threatens to give into a smile.

You scrunch your nose and then lean toward him, languidly kissing his stubbly cheek and then resting your head on his broad shoulder.

“I love you, August.”

August’s battle with his mouth immediately wanes. He never says the words back but wraps his arm around you and pulls you near.

You might have to live your life in constant threat of being found by Haunt, but as long as you live by August’s side, every day is the perfect day.

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible.

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Guiding Light - Christmas Special #4

A/N: Hello, Sheerios! I’m finally back with the last part of the Christmas Special (for Guiding Light, I still need to update Lego House) and I hope you enjoy it! Shout out to my more than special and beautiful Sheerio friend @sheerioasteroidpanda (sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, love!) who had the idea of the gingerbread man scene. I won’t give you spoilers, but it’s a really funny (and crazy) scene, let me know your opinion! Thank you so much, girl, you have no idea how much you helped me! (I had never eaten gingerbread man cookies, so I really needed a lot of help!). You know I love you, right? And I love you all who are reading and reblogging this special! Hope to come back with the regular chapters soon! Enjoy! PS: Read the warnings, please!

Title: Guiding Light Chapter Title: Christmas Special: First Christmas #4 Pairing: Ed Sheeran x Reader Rating: +18 Word Counter: +2200 Warnings: There’s a little, really little bit of sexual content (Ed’s wandering hands - no details - and things getting… Hard, if you know what I mean - again, no details).

These are the warnings for the regular chapters, if you get interested on this extra!

younger reader (though there’s no mention of her age), insecure reader low self esteem, stretch marks, virgin reader, a bit of angst/anxiety due to her first time, fluffy, careful Ed, sweet Ed, encouraging Ed, mature content, NSFW, smut, oral sex {both receiving}

var Mari = prompt("Do you have a nickname? Please, what is it?","Example: Tay, Bella...")

var blue = prompt("What's your favourite colour?","Example: red, pink, black...")

var King = prompt("What's your favourite Christmas movie?","Example: 'Elf', 'A Christmas Story', The Grinch...")

December 25th, 2018 - Christmas Day, Framlingham

Ed’s Farm

“Merry Christmas, baby!” Ed says when you get into the living-room of his farm. “Merry Christmas, Teddy!” you say.

“Remember that day when we were putting up the tree?” he asks and you nod, giggling. “Our cats were messing around and put the tree down twice! How could I forget that?” you joke and Ed laughs. “Do you remember the reason…”.

“Oh, you got distracted, didn’t you?” you ask him, searching in your memory what he told you that day. “I did!” Ed nods, his cheeks turning red and you caress them. “What is it, Teddy?”.

“I was looking for the perfect present to give you” he says, turning around and grabbing two boxes from below the tree. He gives you the biggest one first “This one is not ‘the perfect one’, it’s just something I know you’ve been wanting for a while!”.

You sit on the couch and unwrap the present, shocked when you see the newest Kindle Oasis E-reader - and waterproof - and an Aqua Note, that you can use when you’re taking a shower. “Teddy, if these presents are not the perfect ones, than I don’t know what can be more perfect than them!” you exclaim, emotive.

He knows how reading and writing is important to you, not only because it’s part of your job, but it’s also one of your biggest passions, and the fact he’s so supportive and encouraging of you melts your heart.

“Thank you, Ed!” you sniff, standing up and hugging him tight. “You’re welcome, love!” he giggles, putting his arms around you. “You know I didn’t want you to spend so much money with things for me, though, you are my biggest and best present! I could never give you such expensive things back, and…”.

“You don’t have to worry about that, document.write(Mari). You’re my girl, my wonderful girl, and you deserve this! What really matters is the meaning of the present, not its price!” he caresses your face and you sigh. You agree with him, this is what you’ve always thought about presents, but you wish you had enough money to buy nice gifts, like those huge and freaking nice Lego sets you know he loves.

“Now…” Ed gulps, nervously, giving you the other box. It’s very small and light and your eyes widen when you unwrap its gift paper. It’s a ring box!

“We’ve been dating for five months and only now I’ve realised we don’t have rings…” he explains as you open the small box, seeing a pair of beautiful silver ring. “It’s not a big deal, just officialising our compromise!” you look at Ed, mesmerised and enchanted by his tenderness.

“Not a big deal, Ed?” you shake your head, feeling your eyes getting wet “This means… Teddy, this means so much to me!” you sniff, letting the tears fall down your face. “Oh, my emotional baby!” he giggles, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your face “I’m glad you liked it!”.

“I liked it? Teddy, I have no words to describe how happy I am!” you blink a few times, but the tears keep coming down. “Oh, love, you’re so cute!” Ed pecks your lips before he picks one of the rings, the one with a beautiful, little document.write(blue) rock on the top “See, it? There are our names on it, and the date we’ve started dating!” he shows you the inside of the ring: ’document.write(Mari) and Ed, 23/7/18’.

“Thank you so much, Ed!” you sigh when he holds your right hand, putting the ring on your 4th finger. “Thank you so much, love!” he puts the other ring - a simpler one - on his own finger, and then he leans into you, pressing his lips on yours. You smile against his lips, so happy and so fulfilled!

“You make me so happy, Teddy Bear!” you whisper, laying your head on his shoulder, pressing your chest on his, your heartbeats synchronized. “So do you, baby!” he chuckles, putting his arms around you.

(…)

After a while, you both go to his room, ready to change your clothes and sleep. “I can’t wait to have this Kindle full of books!” you say, leaving the Kindle and the Aqua Note on his workbench.

“Oh, I bet you won’t take too long, right?” Ed jokes, starting to take his clothes off. You sigh when you see his tattoos, you love so much this side of his personality! “What is it?” he smirks, wiggling his brows at you, and you just shake your head, feeling your cheeks getting red.

Reaching your pyjamas on your suitcase, you get into his bathroom, too much ashamed to change your clothes in front of him. Five months of relationship and you’re still a virgin; five months and you still feel too insecure to give yourself completely to him. You are glad, though, Ed had never pressured you, respecting your limits and giving you the time you need.

You take a quick and warm shower, taking advantage to remove your makeup there. When you go back to Ed’s room, you find him already laid on the bed and you take your place beside him.

“You know what, baby? You look gorgeous with your makeup on, but looks so much better without it. I can see all your freckles and little marks and I can feel your smooth skin…” Ed says, cupping your cheeks, and caressing them with his thumbs. “Thank you. And to be honest, I’m super lazy to put some make up on most of the time, so I’m glad you like my face without it!” you giggle.

“You’re gorgeous with and without it… Oh, my baby is lazy, huh?” he giggles too, pulling your body closer to his, and you feel its warmth, so good during any time, and mostly, the Winter!

“You would be too, if you were a girl! Put make up on, then remove it, 'cause you are not supposed to sleep with it on your face. Bleed for a week every month, or if you don’t want to, remember to take pills every day; have this terrible check up on the doctor once you become a 'complete’ woman… Believe me, Teddy, you are lucky you were born a boy!” you joke and he nods.

“I’m lazy only for hearing about it!” he jokes and you pat his shoulder “You’re incredible, baby!” Ed brushes his lips on yours and you whimper his name, when he lays on his back, bringing you up his body. You get flushed, wondering what’s on his mind… Maybe he is wanting something more, it’s been a while since he’s done that for the last time, but… Are you ready for it?

You’re a bit nervous in this position, straddling him isn’t something you’re very used to. He giggles, grabbing your bum and squeezing your flesh, before he sits up and starts kissing your neck, leaving soft bites along your skin “You’re so sexy!” he whispers as his wandering hands run through your body, and you shift on his lap, feeling your cheeks burning. You’re definitely not used to this kind of compliment too.

Things get even more embarrassing when Ed gets a little bit too excited and you are able to feel him pressing your sensitive center through the thin fabric of your pyjama trousers “Sorry!” he stops his hands, resting them on your thighs, and raises his head to look at you, noticing how tensed you are. “No, Ed, I am sorry for not being ready yet… I know you want it, after so long, you must be really sexually aroused, and…”.

“document.write(Mari), love, it’s alright!” he calls your attention and you blush more for being jabbering “I don’t care how long you want me to wait, I love you, and it’s all that matters to me!”.

“I love you too, Ed, but I want to be able to give you everything you want!” you say, caressing his face.

“And you will, but at your time, when you feel ready, okay?!” Ed pecks your lips and you nod, sighing. He lays back and rolls so he’s on top of you now…

“Teddy…” you gulp, nervous. “Don’t worry, baby, I just wanna kiss you!” he winks at you, sensing your anxiety and you bite your lower lip, letting him convince you, as he kisses you properly, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

(…)

Christmas Day Afternoon, Ed’s Farm

“Baby?” Ed calls as you prepare hot cocoa for you both. “Yes, Teddy?” you look at him over your shoulder. “Can you cook more of those gingerbread cookies for me?” he pouts his lips for your and you giggle, walking to him and squeezing his cheeks.

“It won’t be necessary, Teddy bear!” you wink at him “I didn’t take all of the cookies to your parents’, I knew you were going to ask for them later!”.

“Oh, you’re calling me a starving guy, aren’t you?” he tilts his head, pretending to be offended. “Yes, and it’s my job to feed you!” you joke, turning around to grab the pot with the remaining gingerbread man cookies.

“The only thing is that there isn’t anything to decorate them anymore. It’s all over!” you say and Ed shrugs, opening the fridge “What, don’t you believe me?” you ask, frowning when he shows you a bottle of ketchup “Baby, I honestly don’t think this will work” you make a grimace, not even wanting to think about the strange mix of tastes of ginger, cinnamon and tomato sauce…

“Well, we never know if we don’t try, right?” he shrugs, picking up two plates and your Hogwarts mugs. “You won’t know if you don’t try, right?” you correct him and he sticks his tongue out to you. “You don’t know what you’re losing, baby!” Ed winks at you.

“There’s definitely one thing I’m not losing here: my mind!” you stick your tongue out too.

You pour the hot cocoa in your mugs and walk to the living-room, setting up the small table with them and Ed comes right after you with the plates, the pot full of cookies and the freaking ketchup. You didn’t believe he really meant that! Your Teddy is so crazy!

“Okay, now, time for document.write(King)!” Ed giggles, putting the DVD on as you both sit on the carpet, using a warm and thick blanket to get yourselves protected from the cold. You grab a bunch of cookies in your hands, start eating them and you shake your head, watching your boyfriend draw a face and decorate his gingerbread man cookie with the ketchup.

“Teddy, baby, I really wouldn’t do that if I were you!” you say. What if he ends up feeling sick after eating this strage combination?

“I think it will worth the shot!” he smiles putting the entire cookie in his mouth, chewing it and making a disgust grimace, with his eyes closed and tongue out “Yuck!”.

“I’ve told you!” you laugh and Ed sighs, drinking the hot cocoa, certainly trying to get rid of the weird taste of ginger and tomato. “At least, I’ve found the first thing ever that doesn’t go well with ketchup!” he winks at you and you laugh harder, shaking your head.

“Yes, you did, love!” you sip on your own drink, leaning closer to Ed “Hey, girls!” you smile when your cats approach you, purring. They start rubbing their fur on your favourite Christmas sweater and you stroke them.

“They like you more than me!” Ed pouts his lips. “That’s because you scolded them the other day!” you giggle when Calippo lays on your lap and Dorito start pushing her sister, competing for some space.

“Well, someone has to do the hard work, here. This is about educating them, you’re spoiling our children!” he makes a false accusation you and you roll your eyes. “How can someone be mad at this beauties?” you use a childish tone as you keep stoking their fur.

You look at Ed, and he’s got that tender gaze as always and you smile at him. “I love you!” these three words that scared you for a long time, fearing you’d never hear them from him, are the ones he mostly says to you! And you know it’s not only just for the sake of saying it; Ed’s actually meant it, every time, and you love him even more for this.

“I. Love. You!” you say, pecking his lips between each word “More than I’ve ever thought to be possible loving someone!” you add, looking him in the eye and he grins, cupping your face. “I’m so lucky I have you in my life! What would I do without you?” he frowns, and you notice he’s holding back his tears “What have I done to deserve a woman like you?” he gulps.

“You want us to end this Christmas crying?” you joke, feeling your eyes getting wet as well. “I want us to end this Christmas, and the other ones to come, happy. I want that, even when we argue, we never stop fighting for each other, we never go to bed withouth saying we love each other, because you are too much important, and I just… I can’t live without you!” Ed wipes the tears of your face, as you’ve started crying.

“This is a fucking cliche, you know how much I hate cliches, and that they may end up really bad, but, fuck it! I can’t live without you either!” you sigh, feeling the meaning of your words, you never thought you’d be that attached to someone so strongly - you’d also never thought you’d become the girlfriend of the man you most admired since you were a teen either, and here you are!

You never thought you’d say this words, because this is the kind of feeling - having this 'dependence’ on someone - you avoided your entire life, fearing the future; fearing that, if the relationship ever came to an end, you’d be left there, broken and uncapable of mending yourself.

But with Ed, everything seems so right, you know in your inside that you are meant to be, so you see no problems in letting this feelings sink into your core, and allow yourself to nurture them, let them grow and, in the not too distant future, spread this love and happiness in the form of your own children.

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