Growth is an uncomfortable process.

Pain is a necessary investment for progress. 23+ y/o superhero, mythology and fiction fanatic

[loveridden1999]

"it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world."

[almightygeeswank]

im rooting for anyone that is an active participant in their own evolution

[bunnyrafes]

rafe putting an airtag on reader

THE AIRTAG ꒰୨୧꒱₊˚⊹

warnings: stalker!rafe x unsuspecting!reader, mentions of drug dealing, stalking, not proof read wc: 0.5k (part 2?) ♡

rafe watched his phone screen as the dot labeled ‘my baby’ moved through the maps.

he zoomed in, imagining what you were doing right now. shopping, he assumed.

he stared at his phone for a few more seconds before turning it face down, staring at the wall.

was he being controlling? probably.

would he admit that? not in a million years.

see, the thing was, you barely even knew rafe. yet.

you had seen him around town, always noticing how his gaze seemed to linger specifically on you.

not your friends, not the scenery, always you.

you had only talked to him once or twice, and you didn’t really have an opinion on him. he seemed like the typical troubled rich kid, except quieter in a way. more harsh.

most of what you heard about him came from your friends, who loved gossip more than anything.

“did you hear cameron got arrested again—”

“i heard he was caught selling coke with that pogue guy—”

“i heard his father kicked him out—”

you tried to ignore the gossip, you really did. you didn’t like to believe what others said about people, knowing how cruel and misinformed it could be.

but whenever rafes name was brought up, you couldn’t lie: your curiosity was piqued.

maybe it was the way he always looked at you like he was trying to remember your face, or the way he called you ‘baby’ during your first actual conversation, but rafe definitely ran through your mind more than he should’ve.

deep down you knew he wasn’t good for you, which is why you never went out of your way to pursue him.

rafe, however, didn’t give a shit if he was “good for you”.

he was more concerned if others were good for you. that nobody tried anything. that you were safe.

at least, that’s what he told himself in moments like these. moments where he realized his obsession with you wasn’t just some random thing anymore, it was his entire life.

so, naturally, he had snuck an air tag on you.

how? he doesn’t even know himself.

you were so sweet, so naive, so trusting. you had believed him when he had said you “had something in your hair”, which is how he subtly dropped an airtag in your cluttered bag.

he was worried you might notice it, but when he was still receiving your location after a week, he knew you hadn’t. and you wouldn’t.

in his mind, this solidified what he’s known since the second he saw you: you were unmistakeably, entirely, his.

nobody else’s.

only his.

rafes.

and you would catch on one day, sooner or later.

whether you liked it or not.

a/n: my first work for stalker!rafe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡, i’m not sure if that’s what u meant but that’s how i viewed this scenario so i hope that’s okay anon🥹. this is def super super short bc i felt like this could be a great opener for a small series if you guys wanted .. just lmk ;). anyways as always feel free to send any requests!

[faepoetry]

blurb #1 | rafe cameron (nsfw)

tw: 18+ mdni, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, degradation kink, breeding kink, praise kink. pairings: rafe cameron x female reader.

"Look at you looking so pretty with my cock stuffed in you." Rafe said with a smirk as he slammed into you. You cried out when he slapped your ass roughly. Your cheek and chest were pressed against the bed, sticking to the sheets because of your sweat. He had been fucking you pretty much all morning.

He snaked his hand around your throat before he forced you to look at him. You eyes began to flutter closed but a rough thrust forced them open again and you yelped.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby." He said as he continued to thrust into you. "Fuck, you're such a pretty girl. Such a pretty little slut." He murmured. His dick was hitting your g-spot over and over again causing you to become a moaning mess.

"Ah- fuck, Rafe!" You moaned loudly as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"God I love this pussy." He groaned. "Gonna stuff you so full, make you all swelled up with my baby." He groaned as he shot his load deep into you. "Gonna fill this pussy up more than once, make sure everyone knows that you are mine."

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[isastarset]

│Betting.

-ewb!Rafe x reader

-Rafe finds out his friends are arguing on who can get with you first. based on this

-warnings: jealousy, possession kink, oral (F. receiving), rough sex, p in v, hair pulling, face grabbing.

-masterlist

It started as the only question that gets collage boys to sit straighter and actually think using their nonexistent brains, 'smash or pass'. The minute you get brought up, everyone starts betting on who can get you in bed and how they would do that, what they think you would like and basically everything regarding your sexual preferences, but the biggest concern was the question: "how they would get you in bed?" because they have tried, most of them have and they ended up with a bruised ego and face flushed from humiliation. You weren't easy, not stupid enough to waste your time with a frat bro who forgets your name the second you tell him, however you would never pass down the opportunity to lead them on and then randomly switch to humiliating them before they have a chance to ask you to go upstairs. Some of your friends say you take it too far, telling you you're going to a reputation for being bitchy, people already say how you are actually hard to get, but they just overcomplicate it. You aren't hard to get, you just need someone of your level.

Rafe Cameron stood quietly amongst the conversation, no one pointed it out because they guessed he wouldn't sleep with you because of your on going rivalry, but they were far from right, Rafe is closer then any of them could get in a 100 years from now. He acted like a boyfriend in private, stranger in public and with casual sex involved. It was perfect, enough attention for you but not too much to make you suffocate.

He was hearing enough, enough of what these lowlifes think would make you happy, but really they didn't give a shit about that, they were just listing their own desires and mixing you in there. He was losing his patience, didn't know what was worse, hearing them be extremely wrong or some actually listing stuff that you did enjoy. That's where he started worrying, what if you gave a chance to the guys that would know what to do with you? What if you forget about him then? What if you would happier with them? His palm was sweating, his leg was shaking up and down, he was running a hand through his hair, it falling back perfectly just above his eyes. He needed to see you now, forget about this, show you who can really handle you, pleasure you, be perfect for you. Rafe quickly got up, muttering some excuse about having to run errands while those degenerates kept blabbering about levels they cant reach. It infuriated him, knowing you could drop him for one of them anytime. He knows you would never, because whether you like it or not, you are his and he will prove it.

You hear a loud bang on your door, followed by other rapid ones, you roll your eyes, you were finally alone, thought you can catch up on studying. You open the door, Rafes tall figure filling your doorstep. He looks at you, eyeing up and down at your body while he has the most angry look on his face. His nostrils flare as he breathes heavily, still not saying a word, looking only at your eyes now. You groan impatiently, waiting long enough for him to talk.

"What?!" You say, annoyance filling your voice. He rolls his eyes, always unhappy with your attitude.

"Shut up." he says before stepping into your bedroom, cupping your face and locking his lips with yours, you immediately kiss him back, the action being familiar now. Without breaking this kiss he turns you around, closing your door as he pushes you onto the hard surface. He brings his hands to your thighs, hoisting you up as you straddle him. He walks to your bedroom and practically throws you onto your bed, making your brows furrow, he's being rough even before he starts and you are very much turned on by it, already feeling the heat in your stomach. He pulls his shirt off, kneeling on the bed and hovering over you to bring you into a kiss again, this time rougher, harsher, biting your bottom lips, making you let out a whimper.You can tell he was mad about something, and excitement filled you knowing he was going to take it out on you. He breaks the kiss to strip you only to your bra and underwear, placing a open mouthed kiss at your neck, trailing it down until he reached the hem of your underwear. He smirks at your flushed face and rapid breathing, but he wasn't going to give you what you want so easily, he reached lower, tilting his face to leave hickeys on your thighs, nose occasionally brushing your entrance, making your breath hitch.

"Rafe please.." you huff, patience gone. He breathes out a laugh, deciding to save the teasing for later. He lifts his head up, pulling your underwear down and removing them entirely, hovering now over your bare but very wet pussy. He pulls your thighs apart with his hands, holding you down. He licks up a trail from your entrance to your clit, then placing a open mouthed kiss, locking it down on your clit as he sucks, hard. You let out a loud moan, the sensations making your hips jump and subconsciously grind yourself onto him. He groans at your neediness, the vibrations making your hips jolt. Your shaking, hand reaching to grip the bedsheets as he eats you out like a starved man, tongue drawing circles on your clit as he continues sucking, your tensing, knowing your close and to no surprise he lifts his head up, noticing how your core slightly shaking and your breathing becoming more rapid. He climbs to you, bringing your lips into a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as your wetness from his chin drops onto yours. He removes his remaining pieces of clothing, unclasping your bra in the meantime.

He traces your curves with his palm, bringing it back up to place it on your neck, distracting you with a kiss as he teases his flushed tip at your entrance. You whine, trying to push your hips against his, but he chuckles and he pulls back, deciding to tease you further

"Be patient." He says sternly, but you couldn't wait, he denied your orgasm and you needed another one now. You twist your in face in anger before an idea hits you, in one smooth motion, you wrap your legs around his, grabbing his forearms and turning him around so your straddling him, his hard dick rubbing perfectly on your entrance. Before he can process, you sink down to him entirely, the stretch and length making you moan in pleasure. Your hands are still pinning his forearms down as you start moving your hips up and down, slowly picking up the speed. He was confused, turned on and also kind of impressed on how you manage to flip his body around like that. Rafe groaned when you started moving faster, the sound of skin slapping and your moans filling the room. You laughed, rolling your hips when your sink down completely making him leave out a soft groan, still having him pinned.

"Look at you, ah fuck, who's in control now?" you laugh in his face, your mocking and attitude not amusing him on this particular day, your hips keep moving in a steady pace, before he overpowers you, freeing himself from your grip on his arms, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you around, moving you again and placing you on your stomach, ass up in the hair and face down to the pillow, a steady hand on your neck keeping you in place. Hes the one laughing now.

"Look at you, who's in control now?" He mocks and as soon as you open your mouth to insult him, he enters in you, burying himself to the hilt as he stars moving, hips going back almost entirely before slamming into you again, the pillow underneath you muffling out your moan. He repeats the same pace, slamming into you with slow hard strokes, teasing you. Your moans are barley audible, he moves the hand from your neck and grabs a fist full of hair, pulling you forward as your back hits his chest. He lowers his head, chin brushing your shoulder.

"I want to hear you."

He holds you flush against him as he moves, the short distance between you making him change his pace, going faster and deeper. The sounds of heavy breathing, moaning and skin slapping fills the room as he hits your sweet spot that makes you see stars. "R-Rafe I'm close.." You manage to let out in between thrusts and he hums in response, hips moving faster as yours do the same, grinding on him and matching his pace. In a few seconds you finally feel that wave rush over you, mouth dropping open and limbs shaking, you tighten around him, and that's the part when he always loses his control, his pace going uncontrolled and sloppier, forehead dropping on yours as he continues thrusting inside you, riding your orgasms.

You come down, panting, gasping when he pulls out ever so slowly, you flop on the bed , turning on your back to face him. He hovers over you, elbows propped on the bed, forehead against yours.

"I swear,- he says in between pants,- if you let anyone else ruin you, ill fucking kill them, got it?" You twist your face in confusion, his possessiveness becoming more frequent these days. He grabs your jaw with one hand, making you gasp as he hovers lower, lips inches away.

"And ill make sure you know who you belong to."

@astroangel45 @rafesdaydream @bullet2004 @obsourie

[angelbellle]

ＴＨＥ ＢＯＹ ＩＳ ＭＩＮＥ🖤

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍

𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

the music was too loud.

bass shook the floor beneath your shoes, people squeezed shoulder to shoulder through tannyhill, drinks sloshing onto polished hardwood while someone shouted over the speakers for another round.

you’d only left for five minutes. five. “i’m going to the bathroom,” you’d told rafe, stealing a sip from his drink before disappearing down the hallway. when you came back, he wasn’t where you’d left him.

your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.

of course.

a blonde girl stood far too close, her hand resting lightly against his forearm while she laughed at something he’d said. she leaned in like they were sharing some secret.

your stomach dropped. rafe looked… uncomfortable. he wasn’t touching her. he wasn’t flirting. but he wasn’t moving away either.

you watched for a second, and then another.

she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “you’re way cuter than everyone says,” she smiled.

you scoffed to yourself. seriously? before you even realised you were moving, your feet had already carried you across the room.

“babe”

rafe’s head snapped towards your voice “there you are.” relief washed over his face so quickly you almost missed it. the girl looked between the two of you. you slipped beside him, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

she frowned slightly. “…oh.”

“yeah,” you smiled politely. “my boyfriend.”

silence.

the girl cleared her throat, suddenly fascinated by the drink in her hand. “i- i didn’t know.”

“clearly.”

rafe squeezed your hand. “baby-”

“it’s fine.” it wasn’t.

the girl mumbled an apology before disappearing into the crowd, leaving the two of you standing there. you let go of his wrist immediately.

“seriously?” you muttered.

rafe blinked “what?”

“what do you mean what?”

“she literally walked up to me.”

“and you just let her.”

his eyebrows pulled together. “i didn’t.”

“she was practically hanging off you.”

“i was trying to figure out how to tell her to leave.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “that must’ve been really difficult.”

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“make it sound like i wanted that.”

you folded your arms. “you looked pretty comfortable.”

rafe stared at you for a second before letting out a disbelieving laugh “comfortable?”

“mhm.”

“baby, i was standing there wishing you’d hurry up.”

“right.”

“i’m serious.”

you looked away first.

“look at me.” he sighed

you didn’t.

“y/n.”

“what?”

he stepped closer. “the second you walked over, i forgot she even existed.”

your expression didn’t change. “that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“no.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “this is.” his hands found yours before you could pull away “i don’t care about random girls at parties.” “i care about you

your shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. “then next time,” you mumbled, “tell her to fuck off.”

a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “jealous?”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t start.”

his grin only grew. “you were jealous.”

“rafe.”

“that’s kinda cute.”

you shoved his shoulder. “you’re unbelievable.”

he caught your wrist before you could walk away, tugging you gently back against him.

“come here.”

“no.”

“liar.”

his arms wrapped around your waist anyway.

“she touched your arm,” you muttered into his chest.

“i know.”

“i hated it.”

“i know.”

“and she kept smiling at you.”

“didn’t smile back.”

“…you didn’t.”

“because i’m dating the prettiest girl in this house.”

you looked up at him. “that’s a terrible line.”

“worked though.”

it hadn’t. but the tiny smile creeping onto your face was enough for rafe to know he’d won. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “happy now?”

you pretended to think about it. “…maybe.”

“maybe?”

“buy me another drink.”

he laughed. “yes, ma’am.”

your fingers intertwined as he led you back into the kitchen. this time, he didn’t let go

first time posting a rafe fic kinda nervous x i infact did not proof-read this so if the spelling is shocking pls ignore 🫰

[cvntybunnyy]

JEALOUSY IS HOT, RAFE.

summary: after refusing on multiple occasions of going to meet rafe’s family, you decided to take his word for it and go to one reunion. things decided to take a turn for the worse when you met his family friend, or should i say, frenemy—adrien. does the interaction go well? or did he just sign himself up for another shitshow?

warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ warning you now. p! in v, rough/possessive play, praise k!nk, dominant rafe, strong language, bits of harassment (not too bad).

oh rafe, you’re being very rude.

you’d never been good around large crowds. ever since you were a little girl—rafe knew that. you had told him. but he really wanted you to come to his family’s reunion they were hosting this summer. you refused a couple of times, telling him you didn’t feel comfortable with the idea.

“come on baby,” rafe was kneeling in front of you while you sat on the couch, lounging in a matching lavender colored yoga set. you shook your head, stuffing another pretzel in your mouth. “you won’t be there long.”

“no, i don’t wanna.” you replied flatly. rafe dropped his head on the soft clothed part of your knee—breath fanning on your pants. you didn’t bother to look down, knowing he was sulking without even having to look. “why do you want me to go so badly anyways?”

rafe sighed. “i want you to meet my family.” you raised an eyebrow. “i’ve met them. you mean the rest of them?” he snorts. “you’re being ridiculous, all i want if for you to come to the reunion.” he hummed, tracing small invisible circles on your lower leg, resting his head on your bouncing knee.

“i’ll think on it.” you mutter. he knew you’d still say no, no matter how hard he’d tried to convince you—he understood your fears, but for once, he wanted you to understand his point of view.

you felt your heart drop at the disappointment crossing his usually stone-cold expression. “rafe- fine i’ll go!”

standing in the middle of his family’s mansion, you held your red-starred decorative glass, eyes flitting around for rafe’s familiar face. you spotted him across the room, smiling at his aunt kimberly, blue eyes sparkling with glitter. unbeknownst to you, someone had their eyes on your figure.

and it wasn’t rafe.

turning your head, you saw his family friend, adrien, he’d talk about it all the time. you thought he was trying to memorize your face to see if he remembered you. “hey adrien.” you smile. 

his face lit up with acknowledgment. “ah, rafe’s girlfriend.” he sauntered over, hands tucked in his trouser pockets. “it’s so nice to meet you again, actually, at one of the family reunions. usually never come.” you smile shyly. “yeah, rafe promised he’d give me something if i did.”

adrien’s gaze drawed over your figure, your light yellow sundress with light lace trim. he hummed, flicking his eyes back up to you. “want a refill?” he gestured to the glass in your hand. your smile grew wider—shaking your head in politeness.

“no i’m alright. just waiting for rafe to come over.” you admit.

“he’s not coming.”

“what? he’s over there? he’ll be back.”

adrien awkwardly scratched the back of his neck—the nervous motion catching your eye, making them narrow. “he talks to his family a lot at these things. he won’t be over here. wanna walk with me instead? i can show you the garden.” 

you roll your eyes, tone sarcastic. “if i go with you to a garden, rafe will bury me and you out there together.” you knew how possessive he could get. especially if it involved you going anywhere that seemed mildly intimidate. the garden? really adrien? 

he snorts, clearly amused. “come on. we won’t be long.”

the garden was lovely, freshly trimmed bushes, daises and lillie’s crowding the field, roses were hanging delicately on bush leaves. you felt uncomfortable in such a beautiful landscape with some man other than rafe. you manage to speak, though your voice cracked with utter guilt.

“we should go back inside—rafe’s probably looking for me.”

adrien tsked. “really? rafe—“

“rafe what?”

you both froze in your tracks. your heart dropped, stomach twisting with a sick ache. but aidren tried to play it off. “she got lost man, i was trying to help her back inside. you know—“

rafe’s jaw was clenched, teeth grinding, eyes filled with fury and barely held back anger. his hands flexed, blue eyes locking on adrien. “lost? she knows her way around here.”

“no she doesn’t, she got lost, i swear man, you know me.” he was sweating, tugging on his tie, like the warm summery breeze was suddenly turning into volcanic lava. your eyes flickered between adrien and rafe, eyes wide with worry. 

“are you tryna tell me somethin’, adrien? because either you don’t know me or you don’t know me. i don’t fall for shit like that.” he growled aggressively, taking a step further into the grassy garden, hand flying out to grab your arm to pull you to his side. 

adrien chuckled nervously. “rafe come on man, don’t do me like that. she just wanted to see the garden. found her wandering, and she uh-”

rafe cut him off. “she didn’t. she doesn’t like to wander.” he got in adrien’s face with a scowl. “let me find out you’ve got some weird shit going for my girlfriend and i’ll give you a free dental appointment and knock those two front teeth back into place.” adrien’s eyes widened with horror, scrambling to his feet inside.

you stared at rafe like he was some absolute beast. “did you—” you didn’t even get to finish before he put a finger to your lips. “i’ll deal with you later. you know better.”

rafe had you in a headlock, face buried in your pillow, eyes rolled back while biting the pillow material to keep your noises quiet. the bed creaked, rafe thrusting behind you, necklace dancing and dangling in your peripheral vision—well the most you had of it now that everything was absolutely blurry.

“did that bastard try again?” rafe groans, abs contracting while burying his hips deeper; eliciting an expression of ecstasy from you, your mouth falling open, eyebrows furrowing with incoherence. “i—you… nggghh- GOD!” you growled into the pillows, knuckles turning white from the tight grip you formed on the pillow.

rafe leaned down to whisper, “speak properly, i didn’t fuckin’ hear you.” your breath shudders, face smushed against the pillows. one free hand grasped your hip, thrusting you back into him. you could barely move your body, shaking with a heart beat faster than a biker on adrenaline. “shit, shit—no, no—” you stumbled over your words, tightening your grip on the pillow edge when he increased his pace tremendously.

your jolt made him push upward, making you involuntarily squeal. “oh god, right there..” you shuddered with a pleased moan. rafe held you flush against him, face buried in the pillow to muffle any sounds that might’ve been heard. 

“he wouldn’t ever,” he grunts, mouth falling open while watching your back arch, hand reaching to grasp your necklace firmly, grinding his hips to the point you felt it in your toes. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” a cracked sob slipped from your trembling lips, lashes fluttering shut while drool slipped out.

rafe hummed. “i know baby,” he whispered, a deeper thrust that made you louder. “but sorry isn’t good enough right now. you’re such a good girl, you can hold on a little longer can’t you?” he coos mockingly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, large hand sliding down to your neck, holding it but not actively choking you. 

your sweaty back curled into his hardened chest, a pathetic whimper rolling out. “i’m so sorry.” you blubber, eyes half-lidded while he stared, eyes dark with something unreadable. each move you made drove rafe deeper, allowing him to drag against every soft, sensitive spot with a whine.

he held you tighter until you both collapsed on the bed, chests heaving with your exhaustion. you both stayed like that until sunrise, when rafe decided he was finally done being mad at you.

sooo… how did we like it? leave me a comment babes, tell me how you felt.. if you couldn’t tell this is actually my first time writing smut so tell me if i missed anything and give me some advice or tips… i know i probably need it 😭. next will definitely be based on family orientation and comedy for my honey’s that voted for it <3

thank you my sweet bunnies 🐰, i really appreciate every like, reblog, comment, follow, and even just simple reads! i love you all 😋✨.

[obsidian-fury]

I lovedddddd

[cvntybunnyy]

JEALOUSY IS HOT, RAFE.

summary: after refusing on multiple occasions of going to meet rafe’s family, you decided to take his word for it and go to one reunion. things decided to take a turn for the worse when you met his family friend, or should i say, frenemy—adrien. does the interaction go well? or did he just sign himself up for another shitshow?

warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ warning you now. p! in v, rough/possessive play, praise k!nk, dominant rafe, strong language, bits of harassment (not too bad).

oh rafe, you’re being very rude.

you’d never been good around large crowds. ever since you were a little girl—rafe knew that. you had told him. but he really wanted you to come to his family’s reunion they were hosting this summer. you refused a couple of times, telling him you didn’t feel comfortable with the idea.

“come on baby,” rafe was kneeling in front of you while you sat on the couch, lounging in a matching lavender colored yoga set. you shook your head, stuffing another pretzel in your mouth. “you won’t be there long.”

“no, i don’t wanna.” you replied flatly. rafe dropped his head on the soft clothed part of your knee—breath fanning on your pants. you didn’t bother to look down, knowing he was sulking without even having to look. “why do you want me to go so badly anyways?”

rafe sighed. “i want you to meet my family.” you raised an eyebrow. “i’ve met them. you mean the rest of them?” he snorts. “you’re being ridiculous, all i want if for you to come to the reunion.” he hummed, tracing small invisible circles on your lower leg, resting his head on your bouncing knee.

“i’ll think on it.” you mutter. he knew you’d still say no, no matter how hard he’d tried to convince you—he understood your fears, but for once, he wanted you to understand his point of view.

you felt your heart drop at the disappointment crossing his usually stone-cold expression. “rafe- fine i’ll go!”

standing in the middle of his family’s mansion, you held your red-starred decorative glass, eyes flitting around for rafe’s familiar face. you spotted him across the room, smiling at his aunt kimberly, blue eyes sparkling with glitter. unbeknownst to you, someone had their eyes on your figure.

and it wasn’t rafe.

turning your head, you saw his family friend, adrien, he’d talk about it all the time. you thought he was trying to memorize your face to see if he remembered you. “hey adrien.” you smile. 

his face lit up with acknowledgment. “ah, rafe’s girlfriend.” he sauntered over, hands tucked in his trouser pockets. “it’s so nice to meet you again, actually, at one of the family reunions. usually never come.” you smile shyly. “yeah, rafe promised he’d give me something if i did.”

adrien’s gaze drawed over your figure, your light yellow sundress with light lace trim. he hummed, flicking his eyes back up to you. “want a refill?” he gestured to the glass in your hand. your smile grew wider—shaking your head in politeness.

“no i’m alright. just waiting for rafe to come over.” you admit.

“he’s not coming.”

“what? he’s over there? he’ll be back.”

adrien awkwardly scratched the back of his neck—the nervous motion catching your eye, making them narrow. “he talks to his family a lot at these things. he won’t be over here. wanna walk with me instead? i can show you the garden.” 

you roll your eyes, tone sarcastic. “if i go with you to a garden, rafe will bury me and you out there together.” you knew how possessive he could get. especially if it involved you going anywhere that seemed mildly intimidate. the garden? really adrien? 

he snorts, clearly amused. “come on. we won’t be long.”

the garden was lovely, freshly trimmed bushes, daises and lillie’s crowding the field, roses were hanging delicately on bush leaves. you felt uncomfortable in such a beautiful landscape with some man other than rafe. you manage to speak, though your voice cracked with utter guilt.

“we should go back inside—rafe’s probably looking for me.”

adrien tsked. “really? rafe—“

“rafe what?”

you both froze in your tracks. your heart dropped, stomach twisting with a sick ache. but aidren tried to play it off. “she got lost man, i was trying to help her back inside. you know—“

rafe’s jaw was clenched, teeth grinding, eyes filled with fury and barely held back anger. his hands flexed, blue eyes locking on adrien. “lost? she knows her way around here.”

“no she doesn’t, she got lost, i swear man, you know me.” he was sweating, tugging on his tie, like the warm summery breeze was suddenly turning into volcanic lava. your eyes flickered between adrien and rafe, eyes wide with worry. 

“are you tryna tell me somethin’, adrien? because either you don’t know me or you don’t know me. i don’t fall for shit like that.” he growled aggressively, taking a step further into the grassy garden, hand flying out to grab your arm to pull you to his side. 

adrien chuckled nervously. “rafe come on man, don’t do me like that. she just wanted to see the garden. found her wandering, and she uh-”

rafe cut him off. “she didn’t. she doesn’t like to wander.” he got in adrien’s face with a scowl. “let me find out you’ve got some weird shit going for my girlfriend and i’ll give you a free dental appointment and knock those two front teeth back into place.” adrien’s eyes widened with horror, scrambling to his feet inside.

you stared at rafe like he was some absolute beast. “did you—” you didn’t even get to finish before he put a finger to your lips. “i’ll deal with you later. you know better.”

rafe had you in a headlock, face buried in your pillow, eyes rolled back while biting the pillow material to keep your noises quiet. the bed creaked, rafe thrusting behind you, necklace dancing and dangling in your peripheral vision—well the most you had of it now that everything was absolutely blurry.

“did that bastard try again?” rafe groans, abs contracting while burying his hips deeper; eliciting an expression of ecstasy from you, your mouth falling open, eyebrows furrowing with incoherence. “i—you… nggghh- GOD!” you growled into the pillows, knuckles turning white from the tight grip you formed on the pillow.

rafe leaned down to whisper, “speak properly, i didn’t fuckin’ hear you.” your breath shudders, face smushed against the pillows. one free hand grasped your hip, thrusting you back into him. you could barely move your body, shaking with a heart beat faster than a biker on adrenaline. “shit, shit—no, no—” you stumbled over your words, tightening your grip on the pillow edge when he increased his pace tremendously.

your jolt made him push upward, making you involuntarily squeal. “oh god, right there..” you shuddered with a pleased moan. rafe held you flush against him, face buried in the pillow to muffle any sounds that might’ve been heard. 

“he wouldn’t ever,” he grunts, mouth falling open while watching your back arch, hand reaching to grasp your necklace firmly, grinding his hips to the point you felt it in your toes. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” a cracked sob slipped from your trembling lips, lashes fluttering shut while drool slipped out.

rafe hummed. “i know baby,” he whispered, a deeper thrust that made you louder. “but sorry isn’t good enough right now. you’re such a good girl, you can hold on a little longer can’t you?” he coos mockingly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, large hand sliding down to your neck, holding it but not actively choking you. 

your sweaty back curled into his hardened chest, a pathetic whimper rolling out. “i’m so sorry.” you blubber, eyes half-lidded while he stared, eyes dark with something unreadable. each move you made drove rafe deeper, allowing him to drag against every soft, sensitive spot with a whine.

he held you tighter until you both collapsed on the bed, chests heaving with your exhaustion. you both stayed like that until sunrise, when rafe decided he was finally done being mad at you.

sooo… how did we like it? leave me a comment babes, tell me how you felt.. if you couldn’t tell this is actually my first time writing smut so tell me if i missed anything and give me some advice or tips… i know i probably need it 😭. next will definitely be based on family orientation and comedy for my honey’s that voted for it <3

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RAFE’S BSF DEFENDING JJ AT MIDSUMMERS

everyone knew rafe was madly in love with you since you guys had become inseparable at the ripe age of 14. well, except for you. people would always ask why someone so loving and kind as you would ever put up with rafe and his violent, cruel behavior. the truth was, he never acted that way in front of you. rafe had perfected his innocent act whenever he was around you, and did everything in his power to keep it up. he couldn’t bear the thought of you looking at him like everyone else did, especially when he was so in love with you that he could drop to his knees anytime you talked to him.

that naturally led to you being extremely confused every time someone asked something along the lines of, “he’s so dangerous, you really shouldn’t be hanging around him” or “rafe cameron is bad news.” you would just furrow your eyebrows and respond, “but he’s so nice.”

so it definitely wasn’t pretty when he got caught red handed as you walked in on him and his friends holding JJ by his neck, just about to lunge at him.

“hold him still. what- what do you think? a four iron, right?” rafe’s voice booms through the halls of midsummers, and your face brightens as you finally find him. however as you walk towards the noise, your heart drops as you realize rafe is not actually talking about golf. “alright keep his head still. ‘m gonna line this up.”

“very rafe of you rafe, five on one?” JJ chokes out. “okay if you could please stop talking? it’s very disrespectful when i’m trying to hit a ball alright? learn your etiquette my friend.” you quickly rush in, gasping at the sight of kelce choking JJ and rafe acting as if he’s about to swing. “what the hell is going on?” you let out. rafe’s face immediately drops as he stands up straight, awkwardly clearing his throat as the room goes silent.

“nothing- nothing is going on here okay? this is not what it looks like, JJ here just needed a little guidance on the way out.” rafe says. you turn to look at JJ, who is pleading with his eyes, cuts all over his face. “kelce what the fuck? let him go.” you say, walking over and yanking kelce’s arm off of JJ.

“rafe, seriously. what is this? what are you doing?” you ask, still confused on what you just walked in on. you turn to JJ, leaning down to where his head is hanging low. “are you okay?” rafe’s jaw clenches at the sight of you with him, shaking his head letting out a small “jesus christ he’s fuckin’ fine.” to himself. JJ just gives you a quick smile, whispering “i’m alright i’m fine.”

you walk up to rafe who’s avoiding your eye contact. “you’re out of your mind” you scoff, “you guys are all fucked up.” rafe laughs at the comment, getting overtaken by anger as his facade starts to slip. “out of my mind? OUT OF MY MIND? you’re seriously defending this pogue piece of shit? over- over me?” his voice starts to get louder. “rafe, man chill-” some kook says beside him.

security bursts through the door at that moment, JJ saying something about a ‘criminal trespass’ and how he should be escorted out. you don’t process what’s happening as your mind starts to race, thinking of what would have happened if you didn’t walk in. memories come flooding in of everyone who had ever warned you about rafe.

rafe seemed to have snapped back into his thoughts, as he walked towards you lifting both arms up in ‘surrender.’ “look. how ‘bout we forget what just happened and go back to the party, yeah? i’ll go get us some drinks-” he starts, but you cut him off saying, “no, rafe. tell me what you were doing to JJ before i came in. why are you acting like this? you never do this.” you say as the guys next to you laugh in pure disbelief about how clueless you are of his actions. it makes you feel stupid.

“i wasn’t doing anything, baby. you believe me right? i wouldn’t lie to you. now cmon let’s go enjoy the party.” you scoff at his blatant lie, grabbing his hand and dragging him to a nearby balcony where it’s now just the two of you. “why were those guys laughing when i said that? is this what it’s about? how everyone keeps telling me that you’re-”

“it doesn’t matter what everyone tells you, i-i treat you well don’t i? tonight was just a mistake and you should have never been there-” he rambles, starting to panic at your persistence. “and if i wasn’t? then what would have happened?” you argue.

“nothing- nothing would have happened.” he rubs his palms against his forehead, clearly stressed out. “it just feels like you’re hiding something from me. like everyone else knows something i don’t and they think i’m stupid.”

“who said you’re stupid? you’re not fuckin’ stupid- who the fuck said that to you?” rafe’s blood starts to boil again at the thought of someone belittling you like that over him. “that doesn’t matter, rafe. what matters is you telling me the truth. which you’re not doing.” you cross your arms.

“i am telling you the truth.”

“you swear?”

“i promise.”

“i can’t believe you can just lie to me like that!” you say, shaking your head and turning on your heels as rafe desperately tries to get a hold of your wrist. “hey wait- please you can’t just walk away, you’re seriously leaving because- because of what i did to some pogue? do you care about him more than me? is-is that what you’re saying right now?” he starts but you’re already walking away, leaving him a mess scrambling to follow you out.

[andimnotsorry]

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR”

“you don’t get to fuckin’ talk to me like that, do you understand?” rafe yells grabbing your wrist harshly. “rafe calm down please, you’re driving.” you say calmly but he violently swerves on the road. he lets out a sarcastic laugh, shaking his head. “yeah i don’t think you fucking understand. i told you, all these guys want to do is take you home and fuck you. and you just fuckin’ sit there, giggling. you- you think that i’m- im some kind joke? is that what you think?”

you shake your head, rolling your eyes getting annoyed at his possessiveness. “jesus fuck rafe i told them i have a boyfriend. stop being so fucking insecure and drive me home.” rafe clenches his jaw, knuckles white on the steering wheel. he unlocks the car and abruptly stops driving.

“get the fuck out. you’re walking home.” your eyes widen. “you can’t do that rafe, i’m sorry okay? don’t fucking kick me out” he shakes his head once again, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “you don’t get to say sorry now. should’ve thought about that before you decided to act like a bitch.” he gets out from the car, walking over to your side and opening the door harshly. “get the fuck out of my car.”

your eyes start to well up with tears. “i’m not getting out rafe. please it’s so dark outside and my phone is about to die-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence as he yanks your arm, throwing your body out of the car. “i’ll talk to you at home.” he says, walking back to his seat, starting the car again. he doesn’t even look back at you once before driving off into the dark, leaving you on the ground with nothing but a phone on 3 percent.

you scramble to grab your phone, calling rafe. it goes straight to voice mail, over and over again. your fingers tremble with the phone from the adrenaline of the fight. you stand up from the pavement, now searching for your friends number but your phone dies. “fuck fuck fuck…” you mutter underneath your breath.

inside his car two miles away, rafe sits parked at a red light. his phone buzzes again. and again. he glances down every time it rings, a pang of guilt in his chest seeing your name pop up repeatedly on the screen. but he ignores the calls and drives straight ahead. thirty minutes pass and you’re still walking on the dark road, not even sure if you’re going the right direction. meanwhile rafe reaches tannyhill, expecting you to come walking home soon after having ‘learnt your lesson.’

twenty more minutes pass by. and then another thirty. rafe paces around the living room, checking his phone every thirty seconds. you were supposed to be home by now, apologizing and him giving you a kiss telling you ‘that’s what happens if you don’t listen’ and that he ‘only wants the best for you.’ but instead you’re nowhere to be seen.

he sits on the couch, elbows on his knees staring at his phone screen. his mind races of thoughts of what could have happened to you, panic starting to rise in his chest. his breaths get quicker and his hands start to shake, every possible scenario flicking through his mind. “FUCK!” he shouts, his voice echoing through the empty house. he grabs his phone and starts dialing your number but each call drops. his chest tightens and the anger from before is replaced by clawing fear.

he’s on his feet again in seconds, scrambling to grab his keys off the counter. he leaves the house not even locking the door behind him. rafe tears out of the driveway, tires screeching against the concrete. his hands shake on the wheel as he drives back towards where he kicked you out, heart pounding in his chest. “please..please just fucking be here” he whispers to himself, but theres no sign of you anywhere. he jumps out the car, frantically looking around the area. “fuck. FUCK!” he yells, voice cracking with panic and guilt.

he rushes back in the car and starts driving immediately, searching every alley and driveway. he yells your name for what feels like a thousand times before he spots some lady walking down the street. “excuse me have you seen a girl around here-” he rambles, frantically describing your features. the woman only shakes her head, walking away like he’s insane. “useless fuck.” he mutters, getting out of the car and searching for you on his feet.

after about fifteen minutes of him running around the neighborhood, he spots you walking, shoulders shaking as you cry silently. he runs over to you, embracing you in his arms so tightly before you even process what’s happening. “where the fuck were you? i’ve been looking for you everywhere you had me worried sick baby.” he whispers to you, pulling back from the hug to examine your face. you look towards the ground, pushing him away. “no- no fuck you.” you let out.

“i’m so sorry baby i shouldn’t have- i shouldn’t have left you like that. you know how i get right? i get all fired up and- and i can’t think straight and i make these decisions- bad decisions and-” you weakly cry into his chest, so exhausted. “just take me home rafe. i just want to go home.” you whisper. he nods, hand on your waist guiding you to his car. “i promise i’ll never do that again baby. im so sorry. please forgive me.”

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[straywords]

You see the man again, trying to act casual in his ball cap but there's nothing casual about the way he watches you. Or how he's been following you since you left work.

Can you get away?

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♡ Stalker! Bucky Barnes x Reader ♡

Your casual online flirtations veer to a twisted turn.

CW: Non-con, phone sex, implied kidnapping

Words: 2k

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Tension engulfs you as you linger in frustrating wait.

He’s not replied yet. 

It’s been five minutes but they stretch into an infinity amidst your impatience.

Your breath snags as the notification pops at the top of your screen. You rush to open the app, fingers trembling. 

The words your eyes fall on elicits a flood of warmth in your chest. 

Bucky17: Sorry for the wait, doll. Still figuring out this online chatting thing. 

You type quickly, elation coursing through your veins. 

DaisyM: It’s okay.

Bucky17: How’s your day been?

DaisyM: Pretty good. Yours?

Bucky17: All I thought about all day is you. 

This gives you pause. It’s been weeks since you started talking to him. You were lonely and wanted a friend…maybe even craved for more. You have…ways to entertain yourself, but they are a desolate substitute for the warmth of human interaction. 

It’s why you bounce with excitement whenever Bucky messages you. But lately his texts have gotten steamier. It’s clear he wants much more than what you’re shyly giving. He’s been asking for pics, videos even. 

You distract him every time. You’re not ready for more than idle texts teetering on flirtation. 

So far he’s withstood the push and pull. You’ve enjoyed teasing him, the attention frankly flattering…but you’re not willing to take it further for now. Possibly not ever. 

It’s just a temporary fix. 

Soon, you’ll get bored and move on. Him too probably.

You type a cheeky message, light reflecting on your face as you smile down at your phone. 

DaisyM: Stop pulling my leg.

Bucky17: I’m not. You’re all I think about. Every hour of every day. 

Your brows knit. A little creepy. Still, you elect to ignore the unease slithering through your spine, switching topics.

DaisyM: Is Bucky really your name?

Bucky17: Yes.

DaisyM: How do I know you’re telling the truth?

Instead of a reply, a picture of a metal necklace appears in the chat. You blink at the dogtags spelling 'James Buchanan Barnes' in astonishment. You wouldn’t have pegged him as a military man. Then again, a few pictures and texts cannot fully encapsulate everything someone is.

DaisyM: I can’t believe you served.

Bucky 17: There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, doll. 

Bucky17: But I’d love to tell you more. 

Bucky17: Maybe we could meet. 

As you peruse the quick succession of messages, your teeth sink into your lip. Apprehension twists your stomach. 

Meeting Bucky in person? The very notion drains the blood from your head, making your heart pump a bit faster. Online, everything’s so much easier. You can pretend. Omit the unglamorous details of your life. Only show the parts of yourself you feel comfortable. Be someone else. 

Someone cooler, better, prettier. 

A stark contrast to the dreadfully dull girl you in fact are, average in every way a person can be. 

DaisyM: I’m not sure yet, Bucky. 

Bucky17: Why not? We talked a bunch of times.

DaisyM: It’s not the same. I’m not ready.

Bucky17: When will you be?

Bucky17: At least, show me something. 

Anxiously, you swallow. The acute awareness of what he’s once again  asking sears your insides. 

Bucky17: Just a glimpse. I’m losing my mind here. 

A knowing sigh rolls off your tongue. You resign yourself to the fact that maybe the conversation’s at a standstill. 

You’re about to crawl beneath your blanket and call it a night when your phone screen dims, the screen changing.

You gasp. It’s a video call from Bucky. 

That’s a first. 

Panic obstructs your airways. Bolting up into a sitting position, you grip your phone tightly. You take a deep breath. The soft buzzing is drowned out by the clamorous drumming of your heart. 

Quivering fingertips hover on the touchscreen. You breathe in. And out. 

It takes you a while to decide. 

But finally, you do.

Your heart’s in your throat when you tap the bright green phone icon, accepting the call.

As you take in the sight that greets you, you freeze, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

"Do you see what you’re doing to me?" Bucky’s deep, raspy voice erupts from the speaker. 

Your mouth dries. Your gaze is glued to the screen, incapable of darting away from his large metal hand rubbing up and down his thick, erect cock. The image fills your entire screen, providing a detailed view of the veins streaking across his shaft and the weeping, scarlet head he nudges with his thumb. The metal stands out against his taut flesh. You find yourself wondering how it must feel for him. Is it cool to the touch? Rough perhaps? The little stutters in his breath make you curious. Your core clenches as you audibly inhale. 

Lost in staring, you jolt when he utters lewdly,

"I bet you’re soaking wet right now, doll."

You shudder. Heat nestles in your cheeks. You feel like glass, wretchedly transparent.

"No," you feebly respond. 

"Hm, Liar," Bucky purrs. He groans, fisting his cock harder. You bite your lip, mesmerized by the sight despite your qualms. "Come on, doll. I’m dying here." 

The urgency in his tone, the desperate need, sparks something buried deep within you. Desired. Wanted. You’ve never felt that way before.

It’s thrilling. So you succumb.

Carefully you place the phone at a low angle, propping it up on a catalog. As you steady your uneven breaths, you smooth out the sheets. 

Your stomach is in knots as you settle on your bed comfortably, ensuring your lower body faces the screen, that your face is still hidden. 

Bucky encourages you to go on. "Please, doll. I just wanna see how pretty you're down there." His timbre is hoarse with lust.

Slowly, you open your legs. Hesitation withers as Bucky’s praises embolden you. Your hand creeps down, shoving your panties to the side and exploring gingerly. Bucky’s gravelly voice is entranced as you begin to part your folds for him, delving inside with one bashful finger. 

"Fuck. You look so tight, doll."

You bask in the comfort that the muted light protects you from his hunger. In the darkness of your room, you’re safe.

So you let your fingers wander, digging and twisting inside you, sweeping over spots that have you wiggle against your sheets. 

The thrill of being watched and your own neediness take over. 

Your filthy whimpers and the wet squelching of your cunt coalesce with Bucky’s ferocious grunts, forming a lewd song that swells in your room.

"I’m about to explode," he snarls, pumping his cock. He comes on his own hand with a throaty sigh. The thick white ropes spilling between his fingers, dripping down his softening length, hypnotize you. 

You lick your lips as you spread your arousal over your aching clit. You press against that tangle of sensitive nerves, mouth parting as you keep sinking into your weeping cunt. 

You bring yourself to completion with the warped, sinful echo of Bucky’s voice in the phone nudging you. 

Carefully, you turn off the camera and collapse on your bed. The aftershock of bliss still hazes around you. Tingles nip at your skin and you tremble on the sheets, shallow pants leaving your mouth. Your arm folds above your head. 

His voice pierces through the unruly storm of your thoughts. 

"That was amazing." He sounds as breathless as you do. 

He doesn’t stop there, continuing with a lower tone, rife with craving,  "It’d be even better if I could touch you, feel you around me. Bet you’d fit like a glove around me, doll."

Your head spins, your heart missing a beat. It’s getting too real. 

"I-I have to go," you stammer.

Fumbling with your phone, you abruptly end the call. 

Bucky17: Daisy?

Bucky17: Daisy?

Bucky17: Answer me now.

I’m going to find you and make you mine.

You fling the phone away like it caught fire and burnt you. It noisily clatters across the floor. Your chest throbs, disjointed breaths rushing through your lungs. Shaking, you huddle under your blanket. Thoughts jump around your mind and your nerves thrum in horror. 

This was a mistake. Of course it was.

The words rob you of sleep that night but as time wears on, the threat loses its potency. You get on with your life. Your profile and the app are deleted that very same night. 

Bucky becomes an afterthought. An unwise quest for thrill. A cautionary tale you file somewhere in the very back of your brain. You remind yourself that you’re safe, shielded by anonymity and miles of distance. 

You resume your routine. 

Work has your full focus now. Tasks and assignments piled up while you let your mind drift in a fantasy. You need to return to the tedium of reality. 

It’s another day such as this when you walk outside after a long work day, shivering in your coat. Eyes rise to the pale sun and gray sky. Tepid autumn winds have yielded to the frosty haze of winter, a cold that seeps into your very bones.  Snow swirls around you, crunching and melting beneath your boots. You wrap your scarf more tightly around your neck. 

It’s when the feeling blooms, rising at your nape and spreading through your spine. You pivot, blinking at your surroundings in confusion. 

Then… you finally notice.

Your eyes grow. 

Even from afar, the stranger’s gaze is intense, branding your skin with heat amidst the cool winter air. You flinch backwards. The cap casts shadows across his face, baring you from seeing it clearly at this distance. His broad frame hovers ominously by a newstand, but the crumpled magazine in his fist holds none of his focus. 

Instead, it’s entirely on you.

Swallowing thickly, you turn and walk away. The subway station isn’t that far. Who knows, this all might be in your head, paranoia inspired by your most recent online mishap. Your teeth chatter, your feet tangling as you hasten your pace. 

Just a few steps and you’ll be lost amidst other commuters. A stranger amongst strangers. Saved by anonymity once again. 

A sigh of relief almost escapes your throat, but it’s replaced by a high-pitched yelp as you’re grabbed from behind and dragged into an empty alleyway. Your screams are stifled by the stranger’s hand. You squirm in his embrace but his strength crushes your bones.

Unceremoniously, you’re slammed against a bricked wall, the sturdy hand latched around your throat silencing you. Your features scrunch as your back howls in pain. 

The stranger’s deep breaths fan hotly over your face, forming white fog that floats in the air. His voice rises in a feral rumble, hardly human. 

"I promised I’d find you…my sweet little daisy." You sputter out weak exhales as his fingers squeeze around your neck. "If that’s even your name."

Your heart lurches as you take in the metal arm currently attached to your throat and the clenching jaw beneath his cap. But most of all, bright blue eyes burning like hot coals. Eyes you recognize all too well from pictures. 

"Bucky?" you croak, eyes widening.

"You disappeared," he accuses, ire and desperation mingling in his tone. 

His hold on you eases just enough to allow you to speak between wheezy breaths. 

"I’m sorry. I-I just got scared."

His cheek twitches as he shakes you. You grow dizzy, bile traveling up your throat. 

"Scared? I wanted to be good for you." His voice breaks as sadness flickers in his cobalt orbs. "I was good…patient."

"Please…" Tears prick your eyes. Your fingers claw at his arm uselessly. Helplessness blares inside you. 

He sighs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as you shudder in fright against him. 

"No more games," he tonelessly announces. Emotion fades from his face, cold focus settling over his features. You gasp as he suddenly lets go of your neck and traps you against his broad chest. You flail but his steel arms encase you. 

And as he presses a soft cloth against your mouth, you go limp. 

The cloying scent engulfs your mind in vertigo, blurring the world around you. You sag against Bucky. 

His last words dwindle, a frail echo above the chasm you find yourself sinking into. 

"I’m gonna teach you what being a tease gets you, doll."

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On the Rocks

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of the most infamous man in town.

Pairing: Mobster! Steve Rogers x Bartender! Reader

Warnings: Dub-c0n (Bl@ckmail and c0ercion), 0ral sex (m/ receiving and f/ receiving), Light Temperature play

Word count: 4.4k

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You'll never know how many parts of you are living on in other people. The encouragement you gave. The kindness you showed. The confidence you helped build. We leave pieces of ourselves behind more often than we realize.

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Would you rather catch the eye of lonely librarian Thor?

Or beefy biker!Clark?

Not you choosing violence in my inbox today 😂😂...well I made my begrudging choice 😔

Dark Librarian! Thor x Reader

No particular warnings, hints of darkness

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Chewing on your lip, you fidget by the tall, wooden bookcase. Your fingers skim over the weathered spines. So many authors and genres. So many possible adventures to live, fantasies to get lost into. It’s been a while since you visited a public library, preferring the convenience of your electronic reading device.

A hundred books right below your eager fingertips, accessible anywhere, anywhen. The beauty of technology truly. But the other day, the longing for the smell of a new book and the way the pages felt beneath your fingertips arose within you. Suddenly, you felt the urge to come here. 

So, here you are, head spinning at the myriad of choices. It’s so much easier online. With just a few clicks, you can be suggested a dozen novels, exactly like the one you just read, each more riveting and breath-snatching than the last. You have access to a thousand honest opinions from strangers and you don’t have to deal with the awkwardness that comes with social interaction.

Someone clears their throat behind you and you whirl. You’re forced to flick your eyes skyward, a mountain of a man with bright blue eyes, glasses and a red turtleneck sweater far too snug for his thickly muscled frame peering down at you.

Your mouth dries.

"Can I help? Far from me to assume but you seem a little lost, dove."

His deep baritone rolls over your skin and you swallow the lump in your throat. He’s not exactly the kind of person you’d picture lurking inside a library. The man is a walking Calvin Klein ad and you squirm self-consciously, the awareness of how plain you are in comparison constricting your throat. 

"I…don’t come here very often," you begrudgingly concede. "Do you?"

He beams brightly. Your stomach flutters. What a smile. You wonder how much trouble he avoids with a smile like that. Probably a lot. 

His large arm grazes against you as he reaches above your head, retrieving a book. 

"I work here," he says, placing the book in your hands. You can’t help but notice how much bigger his hands are, completely swallowing yours. His callused fingers linger before he pulls back. 

"You seem like a girl who daydreams all day long."

Heat nestles in your cheeks. You feel awfully seen.

He winks at you, a sunny grin breaking out on his face as he pushes his glasses up on his nose. 

"I think you’ll like this one. It’s about a girl who makes up stories and takes it a little too far." His blue eyes flash with mirth. "Sometimes fantasies are best left as that."

You turn the paperback in your hand, examining the wobbly, uneven letters making up the title. Wink, Poppy, Midnight. It was in your suggestions but you never got around to reading it. And now it’s in your hands. 

"Thank you," you mumble shyly.

"My pleasure." His gaze clings to you. "You’re gonna need a library card."

"O-Okay."

You follow him to a desk on which rests towering piles of books, blank labels and pens. You suppose you interrupted him in his work. 

He asks for your ID card, busying himself behind his laptop. The desk and chair seem too small for his large frame. 

He hums at the sight of your name, repeating it. The way he utters it sends a strange tickle through your spine. 

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

Your cheeks warm again. You’re not used to compliments, especially from men like him. 

"...Thanks," you belatedly reply. Something you can’t place sparks in his cerulean gaze. He prints a card for you and you watch him meticulously write your name with a black pen and wrap plastic around it. 

When he’s done, he rises and hands it to you, his warm fingers pressing against yours like before. Quickly, you take it and shove it in the pocket of your jacket. 

Amusement bounces on his lips. 

"I should go," you quaver. "I have…things."

It’s a lie. You work from home and your social life is nonexistent, but you also think you might spontaneously combust if the hot librarian keeps looking at you so…heatedly. It must be in your head. A man like him wouldn’t give you a second glance. He’s just doing his job. He’s just being nice. 

As you ready yourself to leave, his voice stops you. 

"I’m Thor by the way," he whispers, his low rumble vibrating through you. He hunkers down so he’s at eye level with you. Your chest seizes in surprise. "Now that you have a card, no excuse not to come back, dove," he says with a wink. "Especially since there’s a fine for overdue books." 

Seriousness underlines his teasing tone. You nod feebly.

"I’ll…make sure to remember that."

"I trust you will. Besides, I want to know if you liked it. Maybe I can recommend a few more."

"That’d be cool."

Your answer draws a thunderous laugh from him. 

"I’m looking forward to it. See you soon, dove."

You blink and nod, words glued to your throat but refusing to climb out. It’s a lot more than you were ready for on a first visit to the library. 

You head towards the exit on quaking legs.

His insistent stare still blazes across your back as you rush outside with the book wedged between your shaky arms. 

[boxofbonesfic]

Hello! I saw your requests were open…could you write a dark!thor x reader. Where you are best friends with steve and he does not like that at all so he manipulates you into thinking that steve’s intentions towards you are not nice and that he’s the only one who care about you. you can ignore this if you want btw when is the next chapter of pattycakes coming? I am obsessed with it!

Title: Yuletide

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Naive!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Overstimulation, rough sex, SMUT

summary: You find out the hard way that your Asgardian boyfriend has some jealousy issues.

A/N: OMG i’m so sorry this sat in my inbox for so long! i hope you like what i came up with for your request! this ended up getting away from me a bit at over 4k words, but hopefully it’s still a good read for you all! thanks for the request! This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

Enjoy 😘

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“And you’ll be safe, my dove?” Thor asks you, his massive hands cupping your face as his thumbs smooth over your cheeks. His shockingly blue eyes are intent on yours as he delivers further instructions. “Only one drink, yes?”

“Thor, you don’t have to worry.” you say convincingly, though you can tell from the set of his jaw he feels less than reassured. He’s needed in Vanaheim, and you can tell that were it only slightly less urgent, he would probably ignore the call altogether in favor of staying plastered to your side for the duration of Tony’s Christmas party. “Besides, Steve will be there. He’ll look out for me.”

His face tightens, as does his grip on your chin. “Now I am even less certain of my departure,” he mutters darkly, a pout forming on his attractive face. He sighs, releasing you only to cross his arms irritatedly as he leans against the door. You’re not used to him being displeased with you—you don’t like it. Thor is always so easy with his smiles, with his affection; and come to think of it, this is the only thing the two of you don’t agree on.

“Steve will look out for me,” you declared confidently. You were a lightweight, it was true. Any more than two drinks and they’d have to peel you off of the floor. And while Tony did have a few…iffy people on the guest list, you were more than confident in your friend’s ability to keep an eye out for you. He’d done it long before you and the Thunder God were even remotely an item, and if the relationship fizzled to an end, you were sure he would do it after as well.

“I do not wish for you to keep… questionable company in my absence, dove. Is my love not enough for you?” he looks genuinely crestfallen, and you rush to comfort him.

“Of course it is! I promise I won’t do anything unsafe.” you kiss his cheek, and he turns to capture your lips instead. Despite the rough beard around them, his lips are full and soft, and when he presses them to yours, you open with a pleased sigh. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth worrying it gently with his teeth until you moan softly. He releases you reluctantly, though he strokes your kiss swollen mouth with an affectionate finger and heated eyes.

“I worry for you in my absence, dove.” his hands travel down to your shoulders, and then your waist as he tugs you against him. You brace yourself against his chest, and he hums. “I worry that your friend has…other intentions.” shocked, you push yourself away from him, fixing him with a frown.

“We’ve talked about this.” you sigh. “Steve and I are just friends.” You’d been friends with Steve for years, jokingly relying on one another to get through charity dinners, costume parties, and other mandated group events that made you question whether or not humans were really meant to be social creatures. This Christmas party would be no different.

“And were we not just friends, my pet?” he reminds you with a quirk of his brow. “It is so easy for the bonds of camaraderie to become something more.” Thor loomed over you, pressing you against the wall. You liked his size, how massive he was compared to you. It made you feel safe—but now you felt small. “I do not expect you to understand the workings of a man’s mind, my dove, but do not doubt me when I assure you that there are those who covet you, my sweet, and he is one of them.”

“Thor—”

“I see how he looks at you, dove.” his voice is hard. “I see the desire for you written plainly on him, and I will not share you.” you’re not sure why you’re nervous, Thor has never hurt you, never even made you feel like he would, but your skin prickles with your anxiety anyway. He’s just worried about me, you assure yourself. Just wants me to be safe. “Say you won’t be alone with him. Promise me, dove.” you have nowhere to go, nowhere to look but up at his handsome face, into the cold clarity of his eyes. “Promise me.” he repeats it, and you nod jerkily.

“Okay, I promise.”

He licks his lips before kissing you again, and it’s entirely different from how he normally claims your mouth. Thor is the epitome of soft and slow, but this time his kiss is hard and possessive, leaving you panting against the wall as he makes for the door.

“I shall return as soon as my responsibilities allow.”

It takes a few minutes for you to compose yourself when he leaves, and even when you straighten your clothes, you can still feel his touch, hot and demanding on your skin. Even after you’re showered and changed, putting on a light layer of makeup in your bathroom mirror, you can feel the electricity running down your spine. Thor’s words repeat themselves in your head as you slip your shoes on and don your coat, waiting for your uber to arrive.

You’ve only been dating Thor a few months, and though at first you were unimpressed by his good looks and charm, he’d won you over. Steve had cautioned you of course, he’s not human, be careful—but he’d been nothing but sweet, if a little overly possessive. You shoulder your bag, careful not to jostle it too much—it wouldn’t do for the gift to get crushed. Perhaps it was childish, but Tony had insisted on Secret Santa. You weren’t sure what to get Sam, but you hoped he’d be pleased with the stuffed falcon and the chili-spiced hot chocolate you’d finally settled on.

When you finally arrive, you set your gift down with the others, and go to mill around the punch bowl with everyone else. Only one drink, yes? You can hear Thor’s stipulation as you poured yourself a glass. Better make it count, then. The sound of your own name makes you turn sharply, and you grin at Steve—dressed in an exceptionally tacky Christmas sweater, flanked by Sam and Bucky.

“Better late than never!” he says, waving at you. “No Thor?” somehow, Steve manages not to look disappointed. In fact, he looks… pleased. A spring of discomfort wells in your belly, but you ignore it, shaking your head.

“No, he had something to take care of,” you reply. You’re not sure what to do with the feelings rolling around in your gut, so you shrug instead. “I thought there was supposed to be food at this thing? I’m starving.”

All night, you notice things. The way Steve stays close to you—he’s just looking out for me—the way he laughs when you say you’re not drinking tonight, and has Sam get you a second and third glass of Tony’s ridiculously spiked punch—he knows I’m nervous, just trying to help me have fun. It’s only when you’re halfway through twister and only an inch from beating Natasha that you realize how drunk you are. Her elbow is digging into your side as you reach for the green spot—only to collapse on top of her.

“Now that victory has been achieved for team Stark,” he gloats as you roll your eyes and rub your sore bottom, “what say we open some presents?” A murmur of agreement passes over the room, and you watch patiently as Vision and Wanda begin passing out gifts. Pressure in your bladder makes itself known, and reluctantly you tear yourself away from the exchange. You stumble down the hallway to the bathroom, and take a moment to rest your head against the cool tile of the wall before drying your hands and exiting.

You pull open the door and step out—straight into Steve’s chest. Your breath catches, and your heart begins hammering. “Oh, hey. Sorry, didn’t know you were in there.” I see the desire for you written plainly on him. “You okay? Did you have too much to drink again?” he jokes, laughing. The most you can manage is a small smile.

“Y-yeah. I think so. Listen, I’m going to head back—” you’ve never felt nervous to be alone with Steve, not once; but now though…your stomach curls in on itself. Thor wouldn’t lie to you, right?

“Wait! Since we’re here, I might as well. I um, I didn’t know what to get you, so I hope you like it.” the box he hands you is small, and you can tell by the feel of it that it’s a jewelry box. Your heart sinks. Oh no.

“I didn’t… I didn’t get you anything.” you mumble, trying to hand it back. Steve refuses it, holding his palms up as he shakes his head.

“I didn’t give it in the hope that I would get something in return.”

You’re about to tell him to take it back, tell him that you’re sorry, but the electricity crackling in the air makes both of you still. “Dove.” you turn slowly, reluctantly, to see Thor, his face tight with anger.

“Thor, I—” he silences you with a look.

“Captain.” he plucks the little silver wrapped box from your hands. He presses himself to your back, and you can feel his hand curl possessively around your hip. Steve sees it too, you can tell by the way his jaw tightens as his eyes travel concernedly from Thor’s hand up to your worried face. “Dove, I believe you should say goodnight to the Captain.” his voice brokers no room for argument, and you don’t fancy having one, not in front of Steve.

“I’ll see you at work, Steve.”

“Are you okay?” he asks, a facsimile of his friendly, golden boy persona affixing itself to his face. It doesn’t reach his concerned gaze however.

“She’s fine. We’ll take our leave now,” Thor replies, and his hand on your hip becomes insistent as he directs you up to the roof. You don’t like flying, never have, and you let out a little whine, pushing against his iron grip as he tugs you up the stairs.

“Thor, where are we—”

“You promised, dove.” his voice is tight and angry. “You promised me you would not be alone with him. And yet what do I find?” he hisses, pushing you up against the railing in the stairwell. Hot tears are forming in your eyes, and you sniffle. He takes in your glassy eyes and clumsy movements and sneers. “And more than enough to drink, as well.” he’s sneering at you, his displeasure apparent in the roughness with which he’s handling you. You’re ashamed of yourself now, ashamed you let your friend talk you into drinking more. “Come, dove. We’re going home.” you’re confused, but you go obediently as he herds you up the steps. You’re afraid of heights and he knows it, and you hope his intention isn’t to get you there by the force of his hammer.

“Heimdall. The bridge.”you gasp.

“Thor, what? I can’t go to Asgard with you!” you pull frantically at your wrist, attempting to dislodge his grip but failing. He peers at you quizzically, as though confused you would have any objections. “I-I have work in the morning!” he chuckles at you, tapping your nose as if you were a child.

“You needn’t worry about that, pet.” he tugs you forward and you collide with his chest as light envelops you. It’s cold—icy cold and burning at the same time, and your shriek of terror is lost as you hurtle through space. And then…it’s over. You’re standing, panting in a large room. A man almost as large as the one that holds you wields a golden sword, and as he turns it, the light behind you fades.

“My king.”

“Heimdall, thank you.” he greets him before tugging you forward. You wonder what a picture you make, but Heimdall doesn’t react, his golden eyes resting on you with indifference. He doesn’t give you time to make conversation, walking out of the domed structure and onto the rainbow bridge outside. It was as beautiful as he’d described, but you had little space to acknowledge it as Thor threw you over his shoulder. You yelped as he took off, his firm grip around your waist keeping you grounded as he made for his destination.

You landed moments later, and he deposited you onto a balcony. You pressed a trembling hand to your pounding heart, reveling in the feel of solid ground under your feet. You were missing a shoe, so you kicked the other one off, the stone cool against your toes. “Thor why… why did you bring me here?”

“Because I cannot trust you in my absence, pet.” the sound of buckles makes you turn, and you see him unstrapping his armor to reveal his broad chest. “I…” he clenched his fist. “I will not share your affections with another.” he looks at you angrily then, bright white electricity sparking in his eyes and running down his jaw.

“Thor, I didn’t—” he’s on you faster than you can blink, and his hands lock around your elbows.

“Only because I intervened!” you cower in front of him, wincing as the static flows easily across your skin. “Inside, pet. Now.” you scamper through the archway and into the ornate bedroom, Thor’s footsteps heavy behind you. “I know you think me harsh, dove. But I assure you,” his voice drops low as his breath caresses the back of your neck. “I know what’s best for you.”

He tilts your head back to capture your lips in a searing kiss as his large hand slides between your breasts to pull at the neckline of your dress. He cups them through the fabric, and you can feel him hardening against your back. Thor lets out a pleased grunt, tugging down on your dress. You hear the ripping of fabric, and cool air assails you as you watch him discard the ruined clothing on the floor in front of the dark fireplace. “I like black on you, dove.” he sucks the skin of your throat between his lips, only releasing it when you mewl and squirm. “But I like red much better.”

This isn’t like the other times you’ve had sex—he’s pushier, rougher, less caring when he touches you. You know you’ll be littered with bruises tomorrow. “Thor, please, I-I’m sorry. You don’t have to—”

“I will accept your apology after you’ve learned your lesson, dove.” his fingers pluck at your nipples, and you whine, unsure of what lesson exactly he’s trying to teach. As if in answer to your thoughts, his lips ghost against the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “Only I know what’s best for you, sweet dove. Just me. And when you have learnt that, all will be forgiven. You want to be forgiven, don’t you my love?”

“I—yes,” you say quickly, unsure if you really mean it or not. This is your first major fight, and you don’t want it to ruin your future with him. You know how good he can be, and you did break your promise, even if it was unintentionally. Is that right? You’re not sure, but Thor beams at you, releasing you from his hold as he steps around in front of you.

“Good girl. We shall make Yule festivities all our own this year, pet.” you watch as he strides over to the small table by the fireplace, and picks up a goblet and a jug. He sniffs at it, before pouring a copious amount of what looks like wine into the goblet, filling it to the brim. He beckons for you to come closer, before tipping it up to your lips. You sputtered at the taste of it, coughing.

“Thor, stop—“

“You wanted to drink, pet. So drink.” his hold is unyielding, and you choke down a few gulps of the burning, tart alcohol before you cough again as it dribbles out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. It’s stronger than anything you’ve tasted before, and it’s effect is almost instantaneous. You wobble on your feet and try to push the goblet away again, and this time Thor lets you, spilling deep crimson down your chest. Your head is spinning, and you try to steady yourself on the lounge as Thor chuckles behind you. “See pet? See what drinking gets you?”

Everything is spinning, and you collapse onto the chair with an oof. You moan unhappily. “I want to go home,” you sniffle, watching as he kneels between your thighs, squeezing them in his massive hands.

“Until you can be trusted, dove, this is your home.” he leans down to run his tongue between your breasts, swirling it around your belly button. “Even a God could get drunk on you, my sweet.” he slides your thighs further apart. “It’s no wonder others want to taste what is mine.” Thor hoists your hips up, sweeping your legs over his shoulders as mouth attaches to your center. You cry out, thrashing in his hold as his tongue slides through your folds. He groans at the taste of you, parting you noisily as he grazes your clit with his teeth.

“Oh—oh God, Thor,” you whine pathetically. Wrong. This is wrong, he shouldn’t be touching you like this—but it’s so good, and your vision is still swimming, and the words won’t form because he keeps flicking his tongue against your clit so good and—“Fu-uck,” you groan, writhing. Your head is pressed against the seat of the couch, your body tilted upward as he feasts on your core mercilessly. The pleasure is white hot, almost too intense as he draws it from you with cold precision.

“I know, dove.” his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard. Your body jerks and jackknifes as your mouth opens in a silent scream. He always builds you up so slow and sweet, but this orgasm is fierce, ripping through you and leaving you trembling. There’s no reprieve in it, though—he continues as though you didn’t just cum, convulsing against his face. You’re bucking against him, unsure of whether you’re trying to free yourself, or force him closer. “Another, pet. You can give me another.” he releases one of your hips to run his fingers along your sensitive, throbbing folds

“Ahn!” you cry out, sinking your teeth into your lip as your hands claw at the pillows. He sinks one finger into the tightness of your cunt, cursing under his breath.

“So sweet, dove. I long to sink into this tight cunt as often as I’m able.” he drops a kiss against your inner thigh, before nipping the flesh sharply. Thor crooks his finger inside you as if beckoning, and you whine brokenly. “Would you let the Captain between these perfect thighs if he begged sweetly enough, dove? I wonder.”

You can barely formulate a response. “N-no, Thor, promise!”

“You promised me tonight, pet.” he adds a second finger to the first and you groan at the stretch. “I think we both know the weight your word carries right now, my love.” He scissors his fingers, rolling his tongue against your clit as you cry out hoarsely. “Do not worry, dove. I shall make an honest woman of you once more.”

You want to protest that you already are, but it dies on your tongue as he hooks his fingers behind your pubic bone, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit until you cum again, shaking and crying. You’re boneless now, and he wipes his chin with a free hand, glaring at you down the line of your body.

“Were I not so eager to be inside you, I would have you know more pleasure by my mouth, but I think my cock would burst if I denied it a moment longer.” Thor removes your thighs from his shoulders. You’re still trembling, your body unable to hold you up as you slide to the floor. You watch, dazed, as he undoes his trousers, the bulge of his cock clearly visible and throbbing beneath the fabric. Normally, this is a moment you await with baited breath, after all, he’s so huge he always has to work you open—but this time, you swallow nervously. He looks almost bigger, the head of his cock glistening wetly as he taps it against your cheek.

You open your mouth without thinking, and he rests it on the tip of your tongue. “Oh pet. So sweet for me.” He thrusts shallowly against your tongue, the taste of him musky and salty on your palate. “It’s no wonder the Captain lusts for you—this mouth.” you shouldn’t be enjoying this mocking domination, but your cunt clenches anyway. He pulls away to seat himself on the sofa behind you, before he leans down to tug you up into his lap easily. His cock, wet with his own precum and your saliva, slides against your ass. “I’m going to split you in two, dove.” his voice is a harsh growl against the back of your throat. You know you weigh nothing at all to him, and he lifts you easily, sliding the tip of his cock through the sloppy mess he’s made of your cunt.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I—“ you’re babbling, wriggling in his hold as you seek more, less, everything, and he’s laughing cruelly against your skin. He gives you the tip, sliding it into the sucking warmth of your cunt as you pant.

“So slick and tight for me, dove,” he’s wrapped his arms around you, holding your thighs apart as his hands rest on your shoulders. You feel his head fall away as he curses loudly. “Like my own personal virgin. Every. Fucking. Time.” he snaps his hips up into yours, sheathing his cock fully inside you. The burning stretch makes you cry out and throw your head back against his chest. You can feel him so far in, so deep, it’s maddening. “I know, pet,” he groans, and you realize you spoke aloud. “You feel me all the way inside, don’t you pet?”

You’re crying out, your voice bouncing off of the walls as he thrusts up into you. Without missing a beat, Thor stands. His cock still lodged firmly in your weeping core, he strides back over to the balcony. “I do so love your voice, dove,” he crosses it in large strides. “I think I should like the kingdom to hear it as well.” his thrusts become more punishing, and as you try to hold them in, the cries escape you anyway. You’re not sure if anyone else can hear you, though that ship has sailed. Thor is grunting against you, his cock carving out it’s space in your aching cunt.

You can’t believe you’re going to cum again, that he’s managed to wring even more pleasure from your exhausted body, but he is. You are. He’s lowered you to lean against the stone bannister, holding your hips as he drills his cock deeply into you. The pleasure is sharp, to sharp and as it begins to crest over you, you try to resist it.

“No, no, pet. Don’t do that.” he spanks your ass hard and you moan, tightening around him. “Show me you’ve learnt your lesson. Take what I—ugh—fucking give you!” it’s like he’s peeled away all of the layers that make you, and stoked a raw, needy fire at your core, consuming every thought in it’s wake. You’re drunk on the wine and on him, and then you’re cumming again, your wails echoing in the night.

He follows behind you, the hot ropes of his seed painting your abused insides as he holds your hips tight to his. You can barely hear him groaning over the static in your head as you float back down. His fingers are too tight on your hips, and you know you’ll ache when this is all said and done. He doesn’t soften in you, though, and when you twist awkwardly to look at him, Thor rolls his hips into yours once more.

“Now. Let us review.”

Fin

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: The land of milk and honey

Pairing: Alpha!Farmer!Thor x Omega!Reader

Summary: You and your fiancé move into your childhood home, but neither of you are prepared for the challenges of small town life—or the presence of your childhood best friend. 

Wordcount:

Warnings: Dark AU, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Toxic relationships, Infidelity, Gaslighting, Dark!Friends To Lovers, Smut 

A/N: 👀 i have been sitting on this story since last year. inspired by this drabble, i’m excited to finally share it. i really hope you guys enjoy. i haven’t written an A/B/O in a while, so… i hope this satisfies the craving, haha. divider by @firefly-graphics. Edit: WOW I’M A DORK AND FORGOT TO EDIT MY DRAFT OF THIS POST, BUT HUGE, HUGE THANKS TO @syntheticavenger​ FOR LOOKING AT THIS TRASH FIRE AND HELPING ME MAKE IT MAKE SENSE 😮‍💨

Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone other than myself. Enjoy 😘

“This is where you grew up?” Derrick’s displeasure is clear in his tone, though when you look at him sharply, he dials it back. “I mean, it’s just so… small.” He wrinkles his nose as he opens the truck door, hopping down into the dusty dirt below.

 “Really small.”

 Dell’s Tow and Gas sits just at the edge of town, and you can see the town center in the distance, beyond the poorly fenced in field where Mr. Lowe still grazes his cows. In the other direction, miles and miles of fields, and the rolling mountains that made up the view from here to Portland.  

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