I'm still taking requests if anyone's interested!! Please read my request rules beforehand :) sometimes I need a little idea to actually get my writing going
Anyone have recs for loa blogs? Been wanting to get into it again cause I really didn't do it right the first time but the blog I followed seems to be gone :(
I'm looking for a blog in which I can ask questions and also have posts I can refer to when needed, if that makes any sense at all.
Forget rough Simon Riley, I want soft Simon Riley.
A/N: it's not graphic at all but I feel it's still pretty obvious it's 18+ content.
The Simon that comes home from a long day to tell you he's gonna be deployed. The one that kisses your forehead when the tears fall because you're gonna miss him so much.
The soft man that has you on your back, one arm cradled under the small of your back, the other cupping your face as he slowly reassures you of his love. His intent to come back, to always come back to you.
He's watching you through lazy eyes. Your whimpers and whispers for more just inches from his ear. If he was a betting man, he'd swear this was heaven.
His promise never falls through, and his intent is always clear. And when he does come home, he shows you all over again.
I will not write: Anything "dark", smut (implied is okay), any -phobia, or anything involving minor characters.
characters to choose from: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Poly!Wolfstar, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson.
You dont have to give me a full fic idea, you can also just give me a specific time (e.g 9:00 am) and i will write about a scenario involving reader x character you chose during that time. You can also do this with seasons or holidays.
Edit: I will only take requests through my inbox (as an ask)
A/N: I know I've said I wouldn't write smut often, but something has been awakened in me lately for some reason
It surprises you at first. No warning, no tells, just Eddie's sharp teeth against your neck. His tongue runs over the small puncture when you gasp in an attempt to soothe the pain.
He didn't break the skin—he was careful not to—no matter how much he truly wanted to. The indents in your skin began to welt, and Eddie grabbed your hand to make you feel.
"Like?" He asks simply.
You're taken aback by the sudden gesture, but curiosity got the best of you, and you nod to him. You'd be lying if you said the pain wasn't a strange pleasure.
Maybe it was because he was doing it. Eddie was the one to do it, knowing you would trust him enough to do such a thing. You knew he wouldn't truly harm you, not intentionally, at least.
With the confirmation, he smiles, kissing your lips before moving down to your neck again. This time he scrapes his teeth against your delicate skin, teasing you with your newfound enjoyment. He moves lower, placing kisses along your shoulder.
Then he bites again. Not hard, but not soft, and this time it earns a moan. Eddie hears this and only smiles wider. He's not sure why he's doing it, either. Something out of instinct, or possession. You were his, and he needed to be sure of it.
He moves lower down your chest, your stomach. His teeth become an expectation, his smile on your skin a habit. By the time he's done, you're sure you could map out his path. From your neck, to your shoulder; then your breasts, and belly. Barely a place he didn't, or couldn't, reach.
You laugh at the sight of the love marks, and Eddie looks concerned. "They're everywhere, Eds!"
He laughs, realizing your tone. "They're everywhere I love about you."
Eddie knows he's big. You prove it when you start to whine on top of him, wriggling around as you try to force it to be comfortable.
He grabs your hips, stopping you. "Whats wrong?"
"It hurts, Eddie."
It's as if his heart breaks on the comment. He didn't want to hurt you, but he didn't know he was. He sits up, wrapping his arms around you in order to flip you on your back. He kisses your forehead, slow movements in and out of you.
"You'll get used to it, baby." A small grunt leaves his lips as you squeeze him. "I'll be gentle for you."
And he is, slowly but surely giving you everything he has to offer. Soon enough, your sharp whines turn to soft pants and moans as your body gets used to the stretch, turning pain to pleasure in the most erotic, intimate, and perfect way.
Your body only eggs him on as you cling to him, desperate for more. Your mind was officially shut down, knowing full well you're safe and sound in his presence.
Eddie must see this because he smiles at you. "Better?"
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