Smooth Like Butter

set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like… almost pure filth i don’t even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

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the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.

can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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Promise

Peter Pan x Reader x Felix

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Prompt: idk if you need a specific request but can you do felix x reader x pan

Note: Usually I do need a specific request, but for some reason an idea popped into my head, so here we go.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 682

Unlike most of the people that had wound up on Neverland, your trip there had been no accident. You were born into a human family, but you were not human. You had been born with some incredibly strong magic, that your parents not only resented, but also exploited at every chance they got.

And so, when it wasn’t Pan’s shadow that showed up in your window, but instead the Lost Boy himself, you knew you had to be something special.

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RIP Remus Lupin. You would’ve loved saying “that sounds like a you problem”

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

Gauging interest for another fic/imagine exchange, this time for Valentine's Day. Please note that I am referring to "x reader" style writing for this exchange, as that is what I do.

If interested, please reblog or reply letting me know to add you to the tag list when the signups go live; likes tell me nothing.

Tagging participants from my previous Holiday Exchange under the cut for visibility

@pebblebrainlovejoy @https-glowduo @harbingerofheartbreak @the-radio-system-writes @dreamwvrld @bee-dot-exe @dani-has-fallen @lvyu @lyssys @zooone @cofwrites @rwqv @liv-n @gaytoadwithapopsicle @weewooihavefoundyou I think that's everyone, sorry if I missed you....

Dating Felix from Once Upon a Time would Include....

The first time you traced the scar on his face he got really choked up

After all his years on Neverland, he wasn't used to positive physical contact, and your touch was so soft that he thought he might explode from an emotional overload

Likes to hold your hand when you're walking

Lunch and dinner dates at Granny's!!!

Holding hands over the table

Sharing fries and milkshakes

He only dances when you're alone

So Granny let's you stay past closing so you can use the jukebox

He's the big spoon most nights

But he also likes to be held by you

It makes him feel safe

His sketchbook is filled with drawings of you

You're his favorite subject

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Get Out Of Jail Free Card

Summary: Felix always get you out of trouble and slowly you start to fall for him.

Pairings: Felix x reader 

Warnings: mild swearing

No matter the weather I would always find a way to piss off Pan, but I didn’t do it to see the reaction on Pan’s face, I did it in the hopes of Felix stepping in to save me.

Did I know why he would save me from getting into trouble all the time? No, but did I like seeing him laugh at all the stupid thing I do? Yes.

I stood on top of a caracole coloured rock that peered over the crystal clear, mermaid infested waters, Mermaids were beautiful, but deadly, if I ran into one then that would be game over, they would drag me down into the depths of the sea and I would never return to the surface again. 

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behind enemy lines - k. brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader.

genre/warning: just fluff!

words: 1.3k.

summary: in which to anyone else, you are supposed to be enemies. however, behind closed doors, it is with you that he feels the safest.

“Fraternizing with the enemy, Brekker?” Per Haskell’s voice ran through the office as he stared down at Kaz. Somehow word had gotten out about the little visit he had paid you, and if there was one thing that moved quickly through Ketterdam, it was rumors. Well, that and stray bullets.

To be honest, Kaz hadn’t exactly been trying to hide, and he didn’t feel like he owed anyone an explanation, especially Per Haskell. However, the old man liked to feel like he could still control Kaz and he figured he could grant him one lecture to make him feel better about himself. He knew there wouldn’t be consequences for him, anyway.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but want to laugh every time someone referred to you as the enemy, or a target, or -his personal favorite- dangerous. Don’t get him wrong, he was well aware of the fact that you were one of the deadliest criminals currently roaming the city, but you weren’t a lost cause. Not like he was, anyway.

He hated it when people compared you to him, you weren't unhinged, you weren’t evil, you were just… self-serving. Yeah, he decided, that was the best way to describe you. You didn’t really follow a moral code, you just did what benefited you the most, and while sometimes you had to do things that most people would consider amoral, no one could blame you for trying to make a living in the hell hole that was Ketterdam.

“I wouldn’t call it fraternizing, I was just conversing.” he wasn't. He was definitely not just conversing.

“I don’t give a shit what you were doing, I want the threat gone.” Kaz almost snorted at that.

Sure, you could kill a man in less than five seconds using no more than just your bare hands, but he wouldn’t consider you a threat, not to his gang anyway. You were more of an annoyance, a rock stuck in one’s shoe that you couldn’t really shake and remained there the whole time you walked, but never a threat. You actually were the person he felt the safest around, and while that did make you a threat, it didn’t make you the kind of threat everyone thought you were.

Kaz didn’t say all this, for obvious reasons, and instead settled for a simple: “Of course, sir.”

The old man waves a hand at that, and Kaz took it as a sign of dismissal. Without wasting a single second, Kaz was out of there as quickly as his leg allowed him to, and as he slammed the door, he used a bit more force than he usually would.

The only person who had noticed he wasn’t spending as much time in his office anymore was Inej, and if anyone else had, they didn’t dare ask him why.

It hadn’t been that difficult to convince him to stay with you, the office held nothing but bad memories and it was rarely quiet. Kaz used to think he liked the noise, he liked hearing the screaming from downstairs and feeling like the city never slept, he thought it granted him a sense of comfort - until he met you. With you, he realized he didn’t need outside noise to distract him from the mess inside his head, he just needed your laugh and a smart comment that forced him to suppress a smile of his own right after. He didn’t need to keep up an act to make him feel like he was in control, he could let his guard down and he could share the control of the situation, knowing you wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability.

Most importantly, he felt like he could actually be himself around you, never on edge and actually relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.

He quickly came to realize he didn’t just like your apartment because of its location, it’s height or it’s view, he didn’t care about the building or where it was located, he liked it because he liked you, and he was sure any room you set foot in would immediately become his favorite room in the city.

As he stepped into the apartment, he couldn’t smell the scent of freshly baked cookies, he couldn’t hear the sound of music coming from any room, and he couldn’t find you reading on the couch like he had heard most people found their significant others when they stepped into their homes. Instead, Kaz could see dirty knives on top of the kitchen table, previously blood stained clothes that had been recently washed hanging from the closest window, and an old ripped vest of his disregarded on top of the couch.

The only light shining on the apartment was the soft glow of the moon that painted shadows on the walls, and the only sound that resonated through the house were his own words once he spoke them. “Honey, I'm home.” His words were laced with sarcasm and they received no response from you. At this, he checked the main room and there he found you, asleep with one of his old shirts on, sleeping on his side of his bed like you always did when he hadn’t been home in a while. Looking at you, he couldn’t believe anyone would ever consider you a threat. The thought almost made him laugh: the most dangerous criminal in Ketterdam, wearing his shirt to bed and hugging his pillow.

He went to the closet first and opened the drawer in which you had told him to put his clothes, and changed into something more comfortable than his armor before slipping into the bed beside you, still keeping a distance.

You felt the bed sink beside you, and spoke to him without opening your eyes. “You’re late.” you said.

“Sorry ma’am.” he replied and you smiled, opening only one eye to take a look at his handsome face framed by messy hair.

“Was it the visit you paid me at work last week?” you said knowingly, he nodded. “I warned you.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged. “Missed you too much.” you actually opened your eyes fully at the sound of that

“You big softie. What would the city say if they knew the bastard of the barrel had such a soft side?” you smiled.

“Thankfully, they won’t find out.” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Maybe I'll tell them.” you teased.

“I won’t let you.”

“You can’t beat me in a fight.” you challenged, knowing that would get a rise out of him.

“Wanna bet?” He raised his eyebrows, almost smiling at you.

“I would, but you have nothing to offer me, I already have all I want.” you shrugged, as if what you said carried no real meaning behind it, but he knew better.

“Now who’s the one going soft" he said, as one of the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.

“Oh, shut up.” you say with a smile, closing your eyes and missing his own smile just by a second.

Moments later, he felt your pinky finger wrap around his own. Kaz’s aversion to touch hadn’t completely healed, for it was not something that would just go away overnight, no matter how much you meant to him. You didn’t mind, and you both had come up with ways of feeling close to each other without actually having to show physical affection.

However, one thing he found he was okay with, was you hooking one of your fingers around one of his own. In his mind, it was a child-like action, it made him feel like a little boy again and he hated that he couldn’t do more, but you loved the little tradition you had created, and you planned to carry on doing it until he was ready for more, not caring when that would be.

You had time, and you had each other. Everything else could wait.

a/n: requests are open for any soc character (and some s&b characters)!