The Urge [Loki x Fem. Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Breeding kink. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. (w/ 1.8k)

"I can smell you." You stopped rinsing dishes, wiping your palms on your leggings before turning off the tap. He’s home early, you thought with mild interest. “What?! Two seconds...” you called. The sound of Loki dropping his keys into the dish by the door rattled. Metal on porcelain. You turned towards the noise, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders suddenly filled the open kitchen doorway. “I said... I can smell you.” he repeated darkly, leaning against the frame.

Holy gods... Loki with a breeding kink *fans self*

Welcome to the Masterlist for The Lakes. A series (yes, series) which I hope will be a staple of your autumnal days alongside steaming tea, cosy candles and thick, fluffy blankets. A Link to my regular Masterlist is HERE

The Lakes: Captain Rogers in his infinite wisdom has decided that a select team of Avengers require a crash course in basic outdoor survival skills. Location? The Lake District, England.

In the crisp chill of autumn, based out of a tiny and remote cottage, your reluctant role as the resident 'expert' is put to the test. But nothing the wilds of Cumbria can throw is more testing than the ever-present irritations and temptations of your recent ex, Loki.

Warnings: More domestic humour, thirst, mild angst and fluff than smut. Although there is some smut obviously, because I have a problem. Characters: Agent Reader (no YN), Loki, Thor, Steve Each chapter will have a suggested vibe setting track from Taylor Swift's Folklore which is appropriate but entirely optional.

You are a damn genius @lokisgoodgirl!

Annoying Neighbor (Sherlock X Reader)

Summary: after a tree branch smashes through your bedroom window during a storm your forced to spend the night at your height or Sherlock’s flat.

Warnings: none

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It was the middle of the night, and a storm had woken you up about half an hour ago. It was brutal outside, and you lived on the first floor so you could see the wind pushing the trash cans and other things around the streets. The city had decided to plant some trees on the devil strip to make the area look more welcoming. You thought it was a stupid idea, mostly because you didn't look at the devil strip when deciding your opinion on the area.

You were making yourself some tea when you heard a loud crash coming from your bedroom. Jumping up, you ran into the bedroom and saw a tree branch busted the window above your bed, and rain had already soaked the sheets. You ran to grab some trash bags, scissors, and duck tape. You cut the trash bags so they would cover more area then taped them over the window as best you could, but since the tree branch was still in your room, it was difficult to maneuver around it. You sighed. As much as you didn't want to, it seemed you would have to go to your upstairs neighbors for help. Mrs Hudson was out for the weekend, and the only other people in the building were John and Sherlock. Given how late it was, you knew that John was more than likely asleep. You just prayed that maybe due to the storm he'd be awake.

Taking a deep breath, you went upstairs and knocked on Sherlock and John's door. After waiting a few opened the door.

"Tree branch fell through your window and now you need a place to stay until Mrs Hudson can get it fixed." He wasn't asking, he knew.

"Yes." You rolled your eyes. "I know I'm going to regret asking but how did you know?"

"I heard the crash, you're also soaking and since I didn't see you go outside that means you either decided to shower in your clothes or a tree branch crashed through your window. You don't seem like a complete fool so I'm guessing it was the second option." He replied smugly.

"Yes, it was the second one. Look I don't like this anymore than you do but can I just sleep on your couch for the next two days until Mrs Hudson gets back into town? It's not supposed to rain as bad tomorrow but my bed won't be dried by then either way. I used trash bags to cover the hole as best I could but there's still a branch taking up half my bedroom." You sighed. You were so tired and all you wanted was to get some sleep. You didn't have to work the next day but you were up early due to work today and just wanted to pass out. Whether it be on your own bed or Sherlocks couch you didn't really care at the moment.

"Come on in." He moved out of the doorway to let you in then closed the door behind you. "You're soaked, I'll get you some clothes and you can go take a hot shower. I'd rather you not get sick."

"Worried about my health?" You teased.

"No, you getting sick means you spread your germs around this entire flat." You rolled your eyes at him as he led you into his bedroom where he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that was way too long for you.

"The bathrooms right down the hall. I'll make you some tea while you're showering." He pointed to the bathroom.

"Thank you." You smiled gently at him.

"You're welcome." He went into the kitchen to start making your tea when he started thinking back to a conversation he and John had about a week ago.

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"Just admit that you like her." John badgered his friend.

"I think you are confusing me with yourself. You are the one always talking to her in the hall everytime I walk past the two of you. Honestly, should I start planning the wedding now or would you rather wait a few months?"

"Sherlock I know that you only ignore her because you fancy her. It's rather obvious if you ask me. You act like a complete show off everytime you see her. Normally if you don't like someone you just act like a git but with her you show off as if you want to impress her. I also see the way you look at her when she's not looking. You have feelings for her, you just don't know how to show it. All you need to do is something nice for her to show that you're not a complete asshole."

"Like what. It's not as if I can just ask her to dinner when she thinks I hate her. I heard the two of you talking and yes I do listen when I pass by. She thinks I hate her so if I just up and ask her on a date she's going to say no."

"Try talking to her next time you see her instead of ignoring her like you've been doing. It doesn't help you when you like someone, Sherlock. Especially when you barely know them."

Unfortunately after that John and Sherlock got stuck on a particularly hard case that took them over a week which meant Sherlock didn't get to have those conversations in the hallway like he had been hoping.

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Now you were in his flat asking for his help and he was giving it. He was going to be the most helpful neighbor he could for you to show that he actually did care. Making your tea he decided that he was going to let you take his bed for the weekend until Mrs Hudson got back.

You were in the shower enjoying the hot water beating on your chest. You didn't realize how cold you were until the hot water hit your skin making it feel like pins and needles from the cold. After letting the hot water warm you up for a while you decided to stop using all of Sherlock's hot water. You turned off the water, got out, dried off and changed into Sherlock's clothes.

You hated to admit how good he smelled. You wanted to hate Sherlock for how he's acted but you just couldn't. Something about him kept you from it. Maybe it was his sharp cheekbones, or his beautiful curly hair. Or maybe those baby blue eyes that make you weak at the knees everytime you look at them. He was mesmerizing. He was probably the most attractive man you've ever seen. But despite all of that the thing you really loved about him was how sweet he seemed to be to everyone except you. He was always so kind to John and Mrs Hudson, yes sometimes he could be a snarky handful but when he was nice he was the sweetest.

Wearing his clothes made you feel like you were being hugged by him. You never thought you craved his affection so much but now you ached for it. You wish you knew why he didn't like you.

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"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked once you entered the kitchen where he set a cup of hot tea on the table for you. He sat across from you with his own cup.

"Better. I didn't realize just how cold I was."

"You were shivering when you were at the door, though you didn't seem to notice it."

"Well you've been very nice, thank you for all you've done."

"You're welcome. Now finish your tea then we can get you set up in the bedroom." You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sherlock, I'm not going to kick you out of your bed. I'll take the couch, it's not a big deal. I'd be sleeping on the couch in my own flat if I had one." You were supposed to be getting a new couch a week ago but the shipping got lost and it was going to take at least another week for a new one to be delivered. You wished you had known that before throwing out your old one. Not that you could have used it anyway being as one of the legs snapped off while you were moving and it was unstable to even sit on.

"I won't hear it. You will take the bed." Sherlock didn't really know how to be kind and compassionate. This was all very new to him. All he knew is that he wanted to do something nice for you and he was going to make sure you took him up on his offer.

"Sherlock, you're being kind enough to let me use your shower, your clothes and stay in your flat. I can't kick you out of your bed."

"Nonsense. Take the bed Y/N I want you too." He insisted.

"Sherlock I don't feel right kicking you out of your own bed."

"Then we'll share the bed. That's the only way either of us are going to agree."

"I supposed that's fine."

"Perfect. I'll throw on a spare blanket just in case." Sherlock took both of your empty tea cups and put them in the sink then got the bed ready. After a few minutes you both crawled into bed.

"Goodnight Sherlock." You yawned into the pillow.

"Goodnight Y/N."

You both of course stayed awake for a while making sure the other didn't get up and go to the couch. You both knew how stubborn the other was. And of course being so close to one another wasn't easy either. All you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his side but you knew you couldn't so you shut your eyes and finally got some sleep.

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The next morning John went into Sherlock's bedroom when he realized he wasn't coming out anytime soon. Normally Sherlock was the first one up but today he was still in his room with no signs of him being awake.

Of course when John opened the door he wasn't ready for what he saw. You, in bed with Sherlock. Not only wearing Sherlock's clothes but also cuddling up against his chest. John quietly closed the door and notified Lestrade that they would be late. He wasn't going to ruin this moment for the two of you.

Eventually you woke up and felt something rising and falling under you. Opening your eyes you saw that you were laying on Sherlocks chest and his arms were wrapped around you. He smelled so good and he was so warm. He looked so peaceful as opposed to his normal stressed self. You didn't want to wake him, you didn't want this moment to end. You just wanted to stay like this, in his arms forever. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall back to sleep.

Sherlock woke up not long after you fell back to sleep. You were in his arms. He can't remember how this happened but it felt nice to hold you like this. You looked so...Cute. He found himself wanting to be closer to you. Looking at the clock he noticed it was well past the time he was supposed to wake up but since John didn't come wake him he was guessing that Lestrade must have called and told him that they weren't needed. He couldn't bring himself to move and wake you so he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

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Eventually Sherlock did get out of bed, slowly and carefully not to wake you. He made his way to the kitchen where John was sitting with a smug look on his face and a cup of coffee.

"Someone had an eventful night." John commented.

"As a matter of fact I did. Y/N had a tree fall through her bedroom window so she came here to stay until Mrs Hudson gets back tomorrow morning." Sherlock said matter of factly.

"You want me to believe that I saw her in your bed cuddled up against your chest and nothing happened."

"You don't have to believe anything, that's what happened. She refused to take the bed and I refused to take the bed so we both took the bed."

"What? That makes no sense."

"I wanted to sleep on the couch so she could have the bed but she refused to take my bed from me and I refused to let her sleep on the couch so we both just slept in the bed." He explained. "What about the case?"

"I told Lestrade we would be late because I couldn't bring myself to wake you up when you looked so comfortable having Y/N wrapped in your arms." He replied.

"Okay let's get going then." He went to the closet and put on his coat.

"Aren't you going to change?"

"No, Y/N is still sleeping. I don't want to wake her. It's cold out anyway so I won't have to take off my coat. Now let's go." He insisted. John annoyingly did as he was told and left with Sherlock.

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About an hour later you woke up and looked around for Sherlock. You were sad he was no longer in bed holding you. You felt oddly cold now that you didn't have him there to keep you warm. You fell for Sherlock Holmes, you hated to admit it but it's true. You had feelings for the detective.

Getting out of bed you checked your phone and saw Sherlock had sent you a message about half an hour ago.

"Y/N, John and I got called away for work I'm afraid. Feel free to go up to your flat and get anything you might need and bring them down to my flat for the night. There's food in the fridge, help yourself. I should be back in the evening, John is going to one of his girlfriends places so it'll be just me I'll see you then-SH"

Smiling, you went to your flat and got yourself some clothes and other things you would need. Your phone charger, laptop etc. Before heading back to Sherlocks flat you took a proper shower. Going back to his flat you lounged on the couch for a while, made yourself some tea and just waited.

By late evening when he still wasn't back you were getting worried. You knew they were typically safe on cases but sometimes things could happen. Not even fifteen minutes later Sherlock came walking through the door and headed straight to the kitchen where you heard shuffling. You got up quickly and followed him.

"Oh my God Sherlock!" His face was covered in cuts and bruised. Blood was smeared all around his face where he had tried to wipe the blood away. You set the first aid kit that he pulled out and set it on the kitchen counter then got a damp cloth and started washing his face.

"I can take care of it." He insisted.

"I don't care now, head up." You commanded, washing under his chin where he had a decent cut. "What happened?" The worry in your voice didn't go unnoticed by the detective.

"A fight. It's a very long story. Thankfully John wasn't there when it happened. I told him to go see his girlfriend and I'd just head home."

"You're telling me John Watson allowed you to take a cab home like this? He's a doctor shouldn't he have done something?"

"Well, I told him I had a beautiful nurse waiting for me at home." He smirked.

"Sherlock Holmes, are you flirting with me?"

"Would you like me to stop?"

"Not at all. Let's get you cleaned up." You finished washing the blood off his face and you could see a bruise forming on his cheek. You gently ran your fingertips over it. "Your poor cheekbones."

"You could kiss it and make it better." You smiled.

"You have a cut on your lip. Would you like me to kiss that one too?"

"How could I say no." You put your hand on his good cheek and let your lips meet his. It was a brief kiss, you were too scared that you would hurt him since his lip actually was split. But He put his hand on the back of your head and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you tried to inhale for breath.

"Sherlock." You gasped when he picked you up by the thighs and put you on the kitchen counter. Grabbing his hair in both your hands you pulled away. "What's happening?" You asked more to yourself.

"I have feelings for you Y/N. I didn't do a great job showing it but it's true." He confessed.

"I like you too. Obviously." You both laughed. You ran your hands through his hair playing with it and massaging his scalp.

"I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow."

"I would like that." He still had you caged in with his arms on either side of you while you sat on the counter. Slowly he leaned forward giving you every chance to reject him and when you didn't he kissed you. You linked your arms around his shoulders and enjoyed it as he slipped his tongue past your lips again so it intertwined with yours making you both moan.

"Perhaps we should get you all bandaged up before this goes too far." You suggested, panting for breath that he took.

"I think that's a good idea. I'll order us some takeaway and we can have a quiet night in."

"That sounds perfect. Now hold still while I get your poor face all fixed up."

"Yes darling." He smiled.

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Ugh, I love Sherlock!

Pick Me

Bucky x reader 

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier. 

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

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“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side. 

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n” 

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you” 

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?” 

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Then There Was You 36: On His Knees

Pairing: Neurosurgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!OC

Snippet: With a tilt of your head you lifted your left leg and placed your foot squarely in the center of his chest, pushing him back, and raising a brow in challenge.

Warnings: Explicit language, sexual themes, brief mention of drugging/assault, the insinuation of alcohol abuse.

Word count: 6,262

Reading time: ≈ 23 mins.

Chapter 36/41

A/N: HE SAID HE WANTS HER TO DO WHATTTTT?!?!?!?! If you want to be tagged in updates say so in the comments! Happy reading <3

The 55th floor was next to nothing save a few conference rooms. Stephen was very conscious of the fact that there were little red blinking lights in nearly every corner of the space, and he couldn’t help but feel, despite having been given explicit permission to use the space by Stark himself, that he was breaking some sort of rule. But you strut right into the first open room and plopped down on the couch, stretching your legs and twisting to pop your back.

I have no shame in saying that I check honey's posts every single day in the hopes that I'll get the next chapter early.

I am absolutely in love with this series but omg I need allllllll the chapters!

Destined to be Yours

18+

Bucky x Reader

I’ve had this idea for a while with this concept and I hope it turned out well. This starts off dark with abuse from Hydra and forced breeding but I promise it will be sweet and fluffy afterwards throughout and with a happy ending. Please let me know if you liked this! 

Warnings: Angst, abuse from Hydra, forced breeding, pregnancy, so so much fluff, protective adorable Bucky, protective team, soft sweet smut

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OMG, so sweet!!!!!

Then There Was You 33: Not My Favorite Experience, Wouldn’t Recommend

Pairing: Neurosurgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!OC

Snippet: Gray swallows hard and admits quietly, “Drugged.”

Stephen’s heart gives an awful sort of twist, “And after that?”

Warnings: Explicit language, sexual themes, mention of drinking, mentions of drugs, discussion of rape/assault (no graphic description), mention of blood.

Word count: 8,721

Reading time: ≈ 32 mins.

Chapter 33/41

A/N: Quick, someone tell them no! If you want to be tagged in updates say so in the comments! Happy reading <3

Stephen ended up back at the hospital that night. After he had stormed away from Christine and Nic, he had stormed right up to his office, grabbed his shit, and stormed right out of the building. He went home and proceeded to ignore every call from Billy, Nic, and even one from you. 

fabguirehnuiohsguiaer!!!!!!!!!! WHY would I tell them NO??????

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A Battle of Wills [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki play a dirty game of denial. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

“I give you five minutes,” Loki growled hot and wet in your ear.

The dulcet words dripped from his tongue like treacle. “Five minutes before you’re writhing and whining my name like penitent sinner on the church steps.” He gave the light restraints around your wrists a self-congratulatory yank. “Whatever, Laufeyson," you whispered, "I give you...three.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was frowning.

Ughhhh why end there? #dead

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Redemption (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer risks his life on a case and doesn’t want to see how dangerous it was, reader tries to talk some sense into him. It results in a lot of yelling and some other things.

A/N: So….. smutty angst, as promised <3 I hurt myself while writing this. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut (18+), very very mildly dubious consent, a bit of dark Spencer but he’s just traumatized, angst, sad, dominant Spencer, kinda sub reader

Word Count: 4,1k

I was pissed. Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to describe the rage I felt at that moment. 

We were currently in Florida, hunting another psychopathic bastard as always. Everything was fine and under control, up until the moment Dr. Spencer fucking Reid decided it would be a good idea to drive to the unsubs location alone because he was “closest to him” and because we “didn’t have time” and nearly got himself killed in the process. Luke and I had arrived just in time to prevent disaster, but Spencer still got a few bruises on his face. 

I was furious and let him feel it by yelling at him while he was getting checked out in the ambulance. But like always, my yelling resulted in his yelling. We went at it for a couple of minutes but Emily put a stop to it before it got really bad, concerned about the reporters at the scene who already started to take a few pictures of us.

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We didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of the case. Emily let Spencer get away with it because everything turned out fine, but I was not feeling gracious. 

When Garcia informed us that there was a storm that would delay our flight for the next couple of hours, Emily decided that we should just spend another night in the city and fly back in the morning. We all drove back to the hotel and when we arrived, I was on Spencer’s heels all the way from the car to his room. He didn’t even try to stop me, he knew there was no point to it.

“That was so fucking irresponsible, Spencer! What were you thinking”, I started to yell as soon as I had closed the door behind me. I wanted to say “stupid” instead of “irresponsible” but decided against it. I wanted him to understand that he can’t do shit like this, and not insult him.

“It worked out fine, y/n. I don’t understand why you’re getting yourself worked up over this!” He rubbed his hand over the side of his face, clearly done listening to me.

“It only worked out fine because Luke broke like every rule you can break in traffic to get to the scene as fast as possible!”

“Oh right, Luke, my hero. I should go thank him, don’t you think?” he chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! He’s the reason you’re not dead.” I tried lowering my voice. This wasn’t our first fight, and I have learned in the past that screaming won’t help.

“I would have been fine! I had it under control, y/n. God, just leave me alone”, he spat and I felt a stabbing in my chest at the way he didn’t want to see how much danger he put himself in.

This wasn’t the first time he risked his life like that and I hated it. All of us hated it. Spencer seemed drawn to dangerous situations, it had been that way when I joined the team and from stories the others told me, it had been this way before that.

When I met Spencer, he was freshly out of Prison. They hired me together with Matt after Agent Walker died. The first time I saw him, I knew I had to befriend him. What I didn’t know was how easy it would be and how much easier it would be to fall in love with him. 

I tried to push it down, to get rid of it, scared that it would ruin everything, but there was no way of falling out of love with him, which made the situation even harder. Spencer didn’t seem to realize how much he hurt me whenever he risked his life like this. I wasn’t even sure he realized how much I cared about him. 

“I’m not going to leave until you admit that you were wrong.” 

“Well, this is going to be a long night then, because that’s never gonna happen.” He turned and walked away from me, removing his suit jacket and draping it over one of the chairs in his room. I sighed.

“Spencer, you need to stop risking your life like this. You’re gonna get yourself killed”, I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided my eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you and especially not like that.”

“The day will come when you and the rest of the team realize that this is exactly the way it is supposed to end for me. Dying in the field would be an honorable death. It’s the only redemption I will ever get.” 

“What?”, I breathed and my heart stopped for a moment, “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“I meant what I said.” 

“Redemption? What redemption, Spence? You don’t need any, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I was confused and hurt by the way he said it. It sounded almost suicidal. 

“Yes, I have. I have done horrible things in my life, y/n. I will never be able to make up for them.” 

“You don’t have to! Everyone makes mistakes. You are a good person Spencer. You’re kind and gentle, you saved hundreds of lives in your career, you don’t need to make up for anything.” I tried to get through to him, but it was like I was hitting a wall.

“Prison changed me, it turned me into a different man. I’m not nearly as gentle or kind as I used to be.”

“I don’t know you any other way. I almost can’t imagine you being even more gentle than you are now. I don’t think anyone can be.”

“I was though”, he countered almost immediately, still unable to look at me, “I think you would have liked the man I was. He was gentler, kinder, and more deserving of you than I could ever be now.” He didn’t even sound sad when he said it, almost like he had accepted his truth from the moment he met me. 

“You know, you talk about yourself like you are the worst man in the world”, I said in an accusatory tone.

“Am I not?”, Spencer scoffed, raising his voice slightly while going on, “We hunt terrible men every day but in the end, how different am I from them? What makes me a good man and them a bad one, y/n?” He was almost yelling now, stunning me for a moment too long. When I didn’t reply, he turned to finally look at me. “Tell me y/n, what is it about me that convinces you I’m not every bit as bad as them?” The desperate look on his face made me take a step toward him but for every step I took, he stepped two back.

“Spencer, I-” My voice faltered and I didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t anything like them but I wasn’t able to find any words that would convince him. When my mouth stayed open but no words left it, he took my silence as an invitation to go on.

“I almost killed Cat Adams, did JJ ever tell you that?” He spat, walking over to me and pushing me back until I hit the wall. 

“I put my hands around her throat and choked her until she was clawing at my wrists. And I didn’t stop then”, he moved even closer to me and I was unable to move away, the words leaving his mouth freezing me into place, “I told her that I was going to kill her and I meant it. I would have strangled her if JJ hadn’t pulled me off her.” He moved even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Her eyes were filled with fear, and you know what? I enjoyed it, y/n. I loved the way I scared her, the way she struggled for her life against me.”

He leaned in and I felt his breath ghost over my ear when he said the last words of his cruel monologue. “So tell me, y/n. Tell me how different I am from those men.”

He stayed where he was, his hands at his side and his mouth grazing my ear. He was trying to intimidate me with his speech and to be honest, he would have convinced me if it hadn’t been for the way his nose brushed against my hair, inhaling my scent like he was convinced this was the last chance he ever had to commit it to memory. 

“You can’t scare me with your words, Spencer. If you want me to believe how terrible of a person you are, you’re gonna have to show me because I will never believe it otherwise.” He probably calculated every possible outcome of this situation, but when he pulled back to look at me, I knew that he didn’t expect me to respond like this.

“Cat Adams is a monster who had you tortured and assaulted. She kidnapped your mother. Do you really expect me to feel bad for her? I never even met her. If you want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

There was a long moment of silence where we just watched each other. I thought I managed to break through to him for a second, but Spencer was on a mission to make me despise him, and he was determined to make it happen. His eyes darkened and he straightened up, towering over me.

I felt a sliver of doubt about my faith in him at that moment and he must have seen it cross my eyes because when I lifted a hand to push him back, he harshly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. My arm was twisted behind my back and when I started to struggle out of pure instinct he took my other wrist in his hand and held both my arms behind my back, resulting in me being pushed more into the hard surface, my cheek flush against the wall.

When the shock had left me, I opened my mouth to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but Spencer was faster than me. He took his other hand and held it over my mouth.

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispered in my ear and I felt my pulse quickening. “You are so fucking naive y/n and honestly, you’re a little stupid too. What the fuck makes you think I would never hurt you, huh? You don’t know me.” 

It was those last words that took me back to reality because I did know him. I knew the way he brought everyone on the team their favorite food when they were sad. I knew the way his voice got an octave higher when he started talking about something that excited him. 

I knew the way he recited his favorite poems when I struggled to go to sleep after a tough case.

He won’t hurt me. 

He would never hurt me.

He would never do something like this.

So, against every instinct in my body, I tried to calm my heart down and closed my eyes. I tried to speak but his hand on my mouth didn’t let me so I jerked my head back and stunned him with my sudden movement long enough to say a few words I knew he definitely didn’t want to hear.

“You are all talk Spencer Reid. You would never hurt me and we both know that”, my voice was louder than I had expected and I felt his hand tighten around my wrists, “You can push me against the wall and insult me and tell me the terrible things you could do to me all you want but we both know that you would never lay a hand on me without my permission and you would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

His hand loosened and I used this opportunity to free myself of his grip and turn around. He was angry that his plan didn’t work and I saw his hands twitch with restraint, but I wasn’t scared of him. 

He had just proved to me that he was the man I knew he was.

“You’re not an abuser, you’re not a rapist-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re not a murderer. That’s what makes you different Spencer.”

“I said shut up!”, he yelled and I did the only thing I knew to do in response to that. I yelled back.

“Or what, Spencer? Are you gonna pin me against the wall and put your hand against my mouth again like the bad person you are, huh?” Spencer got angrier and more frustrated with every word I was saying but I was determined to speak my mind, “You’re gonna shut me up like the scary man you are, Dr. Reid? You’re gonna-” But I didn’t get further than that because in a heartbeat he forced me back against the wall again with his hands on both my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled back, “Please y/n, please shut up”, and the desperate tone in his voice awakened something primal in me.

“If you want me to shut up, you’re gonna have to make me because I will never stop trying to convince you that you are a good man, Spencer.” When he didn’t say anything I went on. “You are kind and gentle and-” 

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back until I wasn’t able to breathe anymore. His kisses wandered to my neck then.

“You say I am a good man, but you don’t know the things I thought about doing to you”, he bit the skin on my neck then and I gasped, which seemed to spur him on further, “I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t take it anymore.”

His kisses moved up my neck and to my ear. “ I want to break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together again. I want to ruin you for everyone else, I want to lock you in so that no man can ever look at you again and at the same moment I want to show you off to the entire world because you are the best thing in my life. I want to take you and make you mine”, he cried out, holding my hips in a bruising grip.

“Then take me, Spencer. Take me, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I am already yours. I have been yours since the moment I met you.” He looked me in the eyes then, searching for any lies, any doubt, and when he didn’t find any, he kissed me another time.

“Say it again”, he demanded and let his hands travel down my body.

“I am yours, Spencer.”

“Again.” His hands roughly shoved up my skirt, his breath warm on my neck.

“I’m yours.” When his hand brushed against the damp panties I was wearing, I sucked in a breath.

“Again.” 

“I’m yours, Spencer. Only yours. Now please do something.” My plea seemed to finally push him over the edge because a second later he was moving the cotton aside and his fingers met wet skin.

He told me “Again.” over and over again, but the longer his fingers were moving inside of me, and the louder the sounds of my pleasure got, the more his demanding turned into begging and it wasn’t until I felt my orgasm wash over me, that he stopped our back and forth to press his lips against mine once more. 

My legs were trembling when he removed his hand from my cunt and the way he looked at me while bringing the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago to my lips didn’t help steady them.

He didn’t need to say anything, I knew exactly what he wanted. I don’t think he was quite prepared for the sight before him when my lips accepted his fingers and my tongue swirled around them though, because Spencer’s eyes became even more feral at it.

“Fuck.” He removed his fingers and in only a few seconds removed my shirt, took off my bra, and had my skirt on the floor. I tried taking off his clothes too, but when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt, he gripped my wrists and walked me over to the bed. 

“If I had known that our fight would end in us having sex, I would have waited until we had something better available than a cheap hotel bed”, I breathed out a laugh. I figured he’d laugh as well but he returned a soft “Do you want to stop?”

“God no, but this bed is gonna squeak really loudly”, and this time I was met with a laugh. He didn’t interrupt when I started another attempt to undress him. When I was done with his shirt he finally raised his hands to touch me again and my whole body shivered when his palms made contact with my breasts. Feeling my erect nipples on his skin must have awoken yet another thing in him because the next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed. I didn’t even have time for a shocked gasp before he was on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress.

“You know when I told you I want to ruin you”, he said while letting his hands travel down my body to grip the waistband of my panties, “I really did mean it.” And with that, he ripped the cotton apart and threw it to the side.

He continued to deny me any time for a reaction when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him. His hips took their very rightful place between my thighs and pressed against me. 

We both moaned when his covered bulge pressed against wet and hot skin.

“Beg me to fuck you, y/n.” I think he was expecting me to hesitate, but I was desperate for him to touch me.

“Please fuck me, Spencer,” I moaned and ran my nails down his back.

“Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight, to be honest.” He sounded disappointed, but his eyes told me that he was relieved I wanted this just as much as he did.

“Do you want me to?”, I still asked, wanting to give him everything he yearned for. 

“Another time. I think we dragged this out long enough for today”, he said and with that, he took off his underwear and I got to see all of him for the first time. I knew he would be beautiful, and it applied to any part of him, but I couldn’t fully conceal my shock at the length of him. 

And that smug bastard smirked. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll make it fit.”

And with that, he moved back between my thighs and lined himself up with my entrance. I expected him to at least try and tease me a little but he started to push inside me immediately. 

We locked eyes while we both felt inch after inch of him sink inside of me. It was intense, erotic and so intimate that I felt the urge to look away. He must have felt it too, because when he was fully buried inside of me, his lips pressed against mine in a bruising way.

When he started to move and his lips started their way down to my jaw and neck, I completely lost it, moans and whimpers flowing from my mouth in a volume that even surprised myself. Spencer thrust harder and deeper the louder I became.

“I know you were worried about the bed being too loud, but I’m pretty sure your moans are covering that sound up pretty successfully, angel”, he panted with a labored breath and heat rose to my cheeks. I was trying to remember if any of our coworkers shared any walls with Spencers’ room, but he was literally fucking me stupid so I just removed a hand from his back and bit down on my fingers, hoping no one has heard yet. When Spencer saw, he slowed down. He reached down the side of the bed and lifted up my torn panties, and then proceeded to remove my finger from my mouth to push the cotton in its place. “There, now you won’t have to hurt your finger”, and with that, he picked up a brutal pace again.

He was muffling his own moans by pressing his mouth onto my shoulder, no doubt leaving behind a dozen of hickeys. He was losing it, I could feel it in the way he pushed his fingers into my hips and the muscles in his back tensing. I wasn’t doing much better, my thighs were trembling and my panties were barely concealing my noises anymore. The room smelt like sweat and sex, Spencer’s skin was hot on mine and I never felt more whole in my life. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Touch yourself for me, angel. I want you to come with me.” I didn’t hesitate and started rubbing circles over my clit. It only took a few moments until my orgasm washed over my entire body and Spencer quickly ripped my gag from my mouth to kiss me. My thighs and cunt clenching around him, pulling him into me as deep as humanly possible, must have pushed him over the edge because after a few more strokes he stilled at my deepest point and came.

He released my lips from his and put his forehead on mine so we could both catch our breaths. It was quiet for a few minutes. I could feel his cum dripping out of me between our bodies and spared a quick thought to the poor person that would have to clean these sheets. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, not with the way he kissed my skin and nuzzled his face into my neck. I moved a hand to his hair to run my fingers through it, the strands curling once again from sweat wetting them.

“Tell me again.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear, and I’m not sure I was supposed to. It took me a moment to realize what he meant but when I did, I moved my mouth to whisper in his ear.

“I’m yours, Spencer. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?”, he pulled away to look at me, but before I could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Ayo Spencer, are you and y/n still fighting? We decided to go to a bar a few blocks away, but you’re only allowed to come if you don’t put us all in a pissy mood”, Luke’s voice seeped through the door. I could feel Spencer trying to come up with a reply but before he had a chance, I spoke up.

“Actually, Luke, we’re still in the middle of fighting and I don’t think you want either of us there with you right now.” I tried to sound mad and I must have been convincing enough because even Spencer furrowed his brows at the tone in my voice. I smiled at him and trailed a hand up his arm to reassure him that I was just putting up a show.

“Well, okay just… Try to remember you two are friends and don’t actually want to kill each other”, he replied almost nervously. Damn, we must have really worried the team with our fight this time.

When we heard his footsteps moving away, Spencer started to detangle us from each other. He was still inside of me and when he pulled out, I sighed at the empty feeling it left behind.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” He tried to stand up but he didn’t get very far before I pulled him back. I held his face in my hands and made sure he was looking at me when I said the words I know he desperately needed to hear.

“Forever.”

AWWWWWWWW and god I want someone to fuck me like that!

Strange Love Series Masterlist

Do not copy, translate or repost my work anywhere. +18 Blog MINORS DNI

Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of abuse and traumas, Mentions of blood and wounds, Infidelity, Explicit violence, Explicit sexual content. (Specific warnings will be posted in each chapter)

Series Synopsis: After catastrophic events the reader starts an unlikely romance with the Doctor Strange himself, but the peace is interrupted by an evil that threatens not only her world, but the entire multiverse leading y/n to make somewhat strange alliances.

Omg this one is cute! Will definitely be checking for more chapters!

Then There Was You 28: Liberties of Your Own

Pairing: Neurosurgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!OC

Snippet: “Good answer.” He mutters against your skin, “Why don’t you lay back for me?” He asks, placing his hand behind your head and kissing your lips

You flush, “Here? But the bedroom—“

“Is too far away when I need you now.” He insists, “Lay back.”

Warnings: SMUT! Rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, slight sadist/masochist dynamic, spanking, degradation, Daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), PinV, unprotected sex. Explicit language, brief description of depression, brief discussion of abuse.

Word count: 8,253

Reading time: ≈ 30 mins.

Chapter 28/41

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A/N: Not the emotional roller-coaster. If you want to be tagged in updates say so in the comments! Happy reading <3

You did go on your grocery run and came back with a shitload of groceries which a very kind doorman helped you take upstairs to Stephen’s penthouse. You busied yourself reorganizing cabinets in a way that actually made sense— both food and cookware—you were certain Stephen wouldn’t mind. You’d decided to make good on your promise from the last week and give him a good home-cooked southern meal. Fried chicken, biscuits, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, green beans… he needed to eat well. He looked too thin some days and you worried about it. 

WTF Stephen?!? JEEEEEEESUS he's stupid!!!!!! I need him to get over himself like ASAP...

Then There Was You 24: Trick Question

Pairing: Neurosurgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!OC

Snippet: “Don’t get an attitude with me.”

“I don’t have an attitude, I’m just tired and frustrated.” You argue, “And if I touch you it makes me want you, so just… give me a minute.”

Warnings: SMUT! Dom/sub dynamic, degradation, dumbification, praise kink, oral (m receiving). Explicit language, brief discussion of abuse, sexual themes, discussion of weight/size, Stephen Strange can’t just shut up and listen.

Word count: 7,826

Reading time: ≈ 28 mins.

Chapter 24/42

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A/N: Auggie… that was kind of mean. And did Stephen— did he just :o… If you want to be tagged in updates say so in the comments! Happy reading <3

You and Stephen briefly argued about splitting the check, which ended in him winning ‘because you were out of work for the time being.’ You huffed and sat back in the chair, looking back out over the city. Stephen kept sneaking glances at you, watching as you touched up your lipstick in a little compact and observing the city life below. He liked how soft your features were. You had no hard lines and edges… soft curves all the way through. 

I totally binged this in an 8 hour period. To say I need allllll the chapters is an understatement!!!

You're My Desire - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, first date, public sex, ripped clothing, teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 5.5K

A/N: We really don't have an excuse for this one. We just wanted 40s Bucky to have a good time, you know? This is basically smut with little bit of plot.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's also a Bucky Barnes writer and her stories are amazing.

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Even though you really didn’t want to, you find yourself on a double date with your best friend. She literally begged you to come because she promised she would bring someone for her date’s best friend and apparently she really doesn’t wanna disappoint the handsome soldier.

Omg! I need more of these two!