Kill You To Try (Chapter 1)

Summary: Between old and new issues, you let your own health drag. Not everyone seems to be okay with it.

Warnings: grief, prescription pills

Words: 2629

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I need a hero! I’m holding out-

You’re abruptly ripped out of your dreamless sleep and reach out to blindly grab your phone from the nightstand.

“What’s wrong?”

You rub the sand out of your eyes with your other hand. As you open them, you blink up into the darkness.

“Need you to come down, I have some trouble with a horse.”

“Are you in the stables?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right there, Lee.”

You end the call and let your hand with the phone fall onto the mattress. You follow the grain of the wood in the ceiling with your eyes as you feel your pulse slowing down from its sprint.

It’s strange, not waking up in your bed.

Then again, you have not been sleeping in anything you could call your own bed for the past year.

You sigh and detangle yourself from the suffocating sea of thick duvets. As you swing your feet over the edge of the bed, the moist sheen of sweat on your skin makes you shiver. 

You drag your shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

You grab the bar of soap from the shower and bend over the sink. As you start washing yourself, you risk a cautionary look in the mirror. 

Your eyes are rimmed with red, the bags underneath a prominent purple, and the lines on the sides of your face are a testament to your tossing and turning throughout the night.

You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh pine smell of the soap.

After drying yourself with a towel, you wander back into the bedroom.

Mindlessly, you pull on your underwear, faded jeans, and a faded but thick sweater, before you roll on your socks and grab your boots as you make your way out of the room.

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

Dirty Work 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: Let me know if you want more. Didn't get too much on Part 1 but I have ideas so...

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Your third week begins in the same place. Before the iron gate, the code unlocking the green maze within. You’re still just as impressed as your first day there. To you, it’s like a fantasy. Entirely unattainable but it’s right there. You can look, but you can’t touch… not beyond cleaning.

But is she really yours? (141 x Reader)

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It's long, so be warned.

The guys are doing a little of what we like to call Dirty Mackin, and yes, I think this is something they’d all do in their own way.

Still working on getting those accents to come through, while not stepping into cringe/wrong territory. 

I apologize, this is a very messy format (borderline stream of consciousness), and I’m trying to figure out a cleaner way to do this. I hope it doesn’t hurt the reading experience.

And I am the only one who kinda wants to see the reverse scenario, where Reader tries to get the guys away from their trash gfs? 👀Thanks to @bunnyreaper for the idea, it wrote itself as I read that.

Me when the fictional character I love is angry:

Narrator's voice: "You wake up to the strange sensation of a vampire biting your neck. And a githyanki undoing your pants. And a wizard eating your boots."

Within You

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Diveder by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.

Kinktober Day 3- Corruption Kink

warnings: female!reader, college!au, drug use (weed), slight age gap (everyone 18+), slight dubcon, sex while under the influence, childhood friends, brothers best friend!anakin, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, cum play, tattooed and pierced anakin, 18+ minors dni

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you are half way through your first semester of college and you've never felt more uncool in you're entire life. you rushed for a sorority and you got into alpha delta pi, and though they have parties every weekend where you get drunk, you still feel like you're missing a key aspect of the college experience.

you want to get high. you've never smoked anything before and you're nervous to ask your sorority sisters or a frat guy to help you through your first time. you didn't know who else to ask to supply good stuff or even who to trust other than anakin.

Day 3 - Biting

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Character: Astarion

Warnings: Biting, blood, blood play, hints at a pregnancy, light smut.

Biting you for the first time, Astarion could put it into words, the best way he could describe it was.

Euphoric.

And a year after defeating the elder brain, a year of finally having peace the vampire still found solace in drinking your blood.

While he enjoyed drinking your blood when you two were just lying in each other’s arms he would have to say he loved tasting you when you were both intimate.

Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he thirsted into you, his fangs sunk deep into your neck listing to your whimpers, the sound of his name spilling from your lips.

You tasted so sweet, so divine and when you reached your peak.

Well if he were to die right then, in that moment he would die a happy man.

His teeth releasing your neck as he brought you in for a bruising kiss, blood sliding down the name of your neck towards the valley of your breasts. He could feel the little tremors, the little shakes as you finally came, your walls clenching around his cock and when he finally released it felt like heaven.

And once you finally came down from that euphoric high, your nails gently tracing the markings on his back you gave him a look, that loving look, that beautiful smiles and eyes oh so full of love.

The look telling him that he did matter, that he was loved.

Grasping your wrist he placed a small kiss to your palm and he knew that this was the life for him, being in your arms was enough.

── KINKTOBER DAY ONE

simon’s hand had cupped your mouth to keep you quiet. you were being so very loud when you shouldn’t be. the walls on base were thin, too thin, but you needed him so desperately. and anytime your eyes widened and your lips pouted he couldn’t deny you. not when you asked for it so nicely.

but it was far too much of a risk to stuff your cunt full of his cock so he opted for the next best thing.

“need you to be quiet.”

your eyes widened, almost as if begging him to understand that you couldn’t. even if you tried. your hips rolled down onto his, his heavy and hard cock rutting against your swollen and sensitive clit each time but the barrier of clothing had your thighs trembling with anticipation and frustration.

your teeth gently nipped at his palm and his hand instantly removed from around your mouth. simon’s voice was strained, rough and thick as he fought against the pleasure that was threatening to consume him, “what is it, love?”

you huffed out in annoyance, “need more.”

simon smirked under his balaclava, his fingers moving to grip at your waist, “you’re being greedy.”

you rolled yourself down hard against his cock and simon let out a soft hiss, his head hanging forward as he watched you grind your cunt down onto him. you were so warm, so soft.

“please, sir.”

“you’re playing dirty.” he growled out softly, pushing his cock against you harder, “fuck.”

his gloved hands move to grab at the plump part of your thighs, parting your legs to press you against him. you could feel the entirety of his cock against your puffy folds and those soft little squeals of pleasure that he loved so much started to tumble out of your lips.

it wasn’t long before your body tensed up in his arms, your face tucked into his neck as your thighs tried to close around him. he kept your thighs apart as he gave a few final thrust against your cunt, his sticky come coating the inside of his boxers.

you were breathless as you looked down at him, frowning softly at the wet patch on his jeans, “wish you would’ve done it in my mouth.”

“fuck.”

Just imagine for a sec being James Cameron, creating a complex world like Pandora over decades, wanting to tell an epic stroy about love, family, humanity and respect for the environment, with a despicable villain... just for us monster fuckers simp over all the Recoms.

*Your cell phone rings. The Caller ID reads “Daddy 💖”.*

Wainfleet: You still call your father “Daddy”? That is unexpectedly adorable.

You, making direct eye contact with him as you answer the call: Hello, Colonel. What can I do for you?