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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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Tony and Peter loved each other truly and deeply, and would marry the other in a heartbeat in order to stay together. Unfortunately for them not only were they lovers but they were brothers as well and so had to keep the fact they were in love a secret much less get married. And having to hide their relationship from their parents who they lived with really put a limit on what they could do without it being seen as weird or suspicious.

That was until Howard and Maria told the pair that they were going away for a few weeks on a business trip. Leaving Tony and Peter unattended and free to do what they wished. They honestly expected to return home to find the place in disarray due to Tony or Peter holding a party or some such revelry.

But Tony and Peter meant to use the time much more wisely than that. They planned to take this opportunity to experiment and try out things they couldn't normally for fear of being caught. To just bask in the chance to act like actual boyfriends together and not just fuck like rabbits.

First up before all that though, Tony wanted to take the fact the house was empty to see if he can get his little brother to come untouched. Peter was very loud in bed after all.

@starkerfestivals Starkercest Winter Bingo fill: G1 - Coming Untouched

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ricihh · 3 months

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So, uh, hey! Finally writing back to this fandom

This is an anonymous request that I received here on tumblr and I wanted to apologize for the delay in answering it!!! I definitely loved the ship and it was a lot of fun to write, but I wasn't very motivated by this fandom at the time. Hope this person likes it!

Rating: E

Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Relationship: The Journalist/The Yakuza

Main Tags: Hate Sex, Quickies, Enemies With Benefits, Rough Sex, Shameless Smut

Warnings: No TWs.

Summary: The Journalist is not afraid to get into a game of taunts with the Yakuza boss when he discovers that Ryoba is in secret contact with him. Knowing that this is golden evidence that could put her behind bars, he accepts anything to stay in the game and beat the Yakuza, whatever the cost.

Sometimes, the cost can even be pleasant.

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cyberrat · 8 months

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74th Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill

Ambrosius/Ballister – Dom/sub; begging; dirty talking; coming untouched – The night before the ceremony. Ballister and Ambrosius party in style.

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“Are you excited for it, Bal?” Ambrosius’ fingers tickle over Ballister’s thighs while he is inside him completely motionless other then the slow, sensual flexing of his erection. “For tomorrow, I mean. It’s a big day and all.”

Ballister’s chest is glistening, sweat pooling in his clavicle. They’ve been at it for the better part of an hour and he looks about ready to claw his way out of his skin… especially comparing to how calm Ambrosius is. He’s not been doing much, after all… just occasionally thrusting but mostly just touching him.

And looking at him.

And talking like Ballister’s breath hasn’t become wheezing and desperate some twenty minutes ago.

“You’re gonna get knighted, Bal. I’m gonna get knighted. I can’t wait to show you off to everybody that we meet.”

He pauses. His fingers have moved to the creases of Ballister’s thighs and are slowly moving along them; tickling the sensitive skin until he can visibly see him tensing up his stomach.

“You’re so sensitive… I love that of you. Always so sensitive. No matter how often I fuck you. Just… whining for it and-”

“Sir!” It explosively breaks out of Ballister, shutting Ambrosius up who looks at him with interest. “Please… please, I just… I need to touch it-”

Ballister reaches down with a hand, fingers visibly trembling. He wants to touch his cock which has been lying heavy and hard on his stomach. It’s swollen a dark shade of red; almost purple at the tip. “Please, Sir… I just need to come.”

Before his fingers can touch, though, his hand is gently slapped away by Ambrosius. Tutting, the other knight-to-be grasps Ballister’s wrist and curves his arm back up to his head where it had been moments before. He presses it into the mattress next to his head; and because he’s close enough, he presses a few kisses against Ballister’s trembling mouth.

“Nah-ah… I didn’t tell you to take down your arms, did I? You need to be a good boy, Bal. Can you be a good boy? For me?” His voice is gentle and belittling. Just to drive his point home, he rolls his hips once, giving Ballister a nice, deep stroke of his cock before he once again stops moving altogether.

Ballister stares up at him, his black eyes brimming with tears of overstimulation. He nods slowly, insides clenching down on Ambrosius’ cock.

All that gets him is another coo and Ambrosius gently petting over his mustache, muttering how adorable he looks when he really, really, really wants that cock.

He kneels up again. Ballister’s face tightens with hope, thinking maybe now Ambrosius will have pity on him and start properly dicking him down, but… instead of thrusting, Ambrosius seems to get completely enamored with his chest and the sight of his armpits right there on display. His fingers dance across his breast bone, swiping through the sweat and drawing nonsensical patterns on Ballister’s pecs until he finally reaches one of his nipples and begins to lightly pluck it.

Too soft to do anything for him other than sent the occasional electric spark through Ballister’s body.

He lets his head fall back, groaning in frustration, back arching up toward him. He feels like ants are crawling through his veins. Like he has to… to… to grab Ambrosius and pull him around until he can sit on his dick and ride it just like he’s wanted to for so long-

But he isn’t doing it. He’s all but glued to the spot. Needing to let Ambrosius do his thing. Needing to hear him say how good of a boy he’s being for him. His cock is so big and warm inside Ballister but it’s just. Not. Moving!

Instead he’s playing with Ballister’s body, giving him little touches that feel so good but only drive him further up a wall and make him feel like his skin is simply too tight for… anything. Everything.

Ambrosius’ fingers are dancing across his chest, away from his tight, aching nipples toward his armpits. Ballister awkwardly convulses when he feels them brushing in a tickling soft touch across the hair there. His body doesn’t know how to react to the sensation. He hates getting tickled but right now with his cock like an overstuffed sausage and his whole body primed to orgasm, he just…

Oh he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know! He can’t think! He can only breathe and stare up at Ambrosius and beg him for release. Only that his mouth doesn’t want to work properly. He can’t form the words.

Ambrosius looks so perfect above him. So perfect and handsome and completely in control…

Which he is. He is completely in control of Ballister. He doesn’t have any ropes or chains on him and his boy just behaves so sweetly. So good.

Even when he starts crying. He looks so cute when he cries; tears welling up and sliding down his temples, his mouth stretched into a grimace of pain and desperation.

“S-Sir,” he blabbers. “Sir, please… oh please-”

His chest is heaving. He is on his best way to hyperventilating, Ambrosius realizes, so he rubs both palms across his lover’s chest and shushes him.

“Hey… hey! It’s alright. You’re alright, okay? You’re doing so well for me. God, the way you feel on my cock, Bal. You got no idea…”

He trails off, briefly distracted by the feeling of Ballister’s insides squeezing down on his dick with every single one of his heaving sobs. It’s good enough to make Ambrosius think about letting Ballister cry it out. Just get all that pent up frustration out in the open. He wonders if he could come just like that… dick inside his lover, massaged to completion by the contractions of his body-

“Please-” Bal chokes out. It sounds honestly so heart broken that Ambrosius can’t bring himself to go through with his little fantasy. He curls himself over Ballister until their faces are nice and close together. He slowly starts pumping his hips, sliding his cock along the silky hot walls of Bal’s guts.

“Shhh… shh…” he whispers as he does so. Bal only gets louder, hiccuping, so desperately relieved about finally getting fucked.

Ambrosius knows exactly what’s going on in his overheating brain, though, so before Bal can even move a muscle, he gently curls his hands around Bal’s wrists, making sure to keep his arms up high above his head.

“You can come like this,” he tells him in a low voice. “You can come just from me fucking you, right?”

Bal’s eyes fly open wide. He looks so cute like that… with his black eyes and trembling mustache. He stares at Ambrosius, mouth moving without a sound coming out.

Ambrosius smiles back at him, now breathless himself, thrusting just a tad harder. Faster. Ramming into Bal now that he wants to chase his own orgasm as well.

And of course Bal comes for him like that. No hand on his fever hot cock and Ambrosius sucking kisses into his neck just about where his armor will cover them tomorrow.

Because Bal is his good boy. And they will be knights tomorrow. And it will mark the beginning of the rest of their lives together.

#cyberratting writes stuff #ambrosius/ballister #nimona #crying #begging #coming untouched

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allclonesneedkisses · 2 years

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Summary: You and Bucky take a moment to 'collect' yourselves after a mission goes wrong.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k Rating: M

Tags: rutting, coming untouched, coming in pants, needy bucky

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Bucky had done a lot of stupid things but you were pretty sure this made the top five. When he’d told you the plan you’d made it pretty clear to both him and Steve that it wasn’t going to work but Bucky had assured you they had it under control. Three car crashes, two snipers, and one dead informant later, it became clear they most definitely did not have it under control. In fact, if you hadn’t stepped in you were pretty sure their list of crimes would have extended into the heavy double digits. As it was it was still been bad enough that all you could do was run with Bucky close on your heels.

You’d ducked into a little back alley, the only light coming from a couple of small lamps hanging close to the old brick buildings that surrounded you. The two of you were crammed together in the doorway of an old print house, whose receded back entrance gave the two of you just enough cover from your pursuers.

Both of you were breathing hard, your brows slick with sweat and in Bucky’s case blood, though not his own. You opened your mouth but Bucky cut you off with a gesture.

“Don’t.”

You huffed. “Don't what?”

Bucky gave a small shake of his head before letting it thunk back against an old poster whose wording had long since faded into obscurity. “You don't need to say ‘I told you so’, okay?”

In reply you just nudged his foot with yours, leaving your shoes touching as you nodded towards his face. “I was going to say you’ve got blood on you.” Bucky grimaced and tugged his shirt up, dragging it over his face and exposing a delicious band of bare skin above his pants; among other things that made you want to downright purr. “Though you’re right, I did tell you so.” At your words, Bucky yanked his shirt back down.

You weren't quick enough to hide your smirk from him and he tried to give you his fiercest scowl in response. “You’re impossible.” Your eyebrows shot up at his word choice and you pushed yourself off the wall to crowd yourself against him.

“I’m impossible?” Your voice was low but the incredulity was clear. You pressed your body harder against Bucky, feeling his every curve and dip against your own as you slotted your leg between his with a pointed nudge against his hard cock. You watched with interest as Bucky’s scowl dropped and his lips parted slightly.

“I’m not the one getting a raging boner over a failed job.” You let your lips ghost over his throat, letting him feel the heat of your breath as you firmly took a hold of his hips. “I’m not the one who went in with half a plan and a shot of vodka and thought that was enough.” You let your teeth graze his jugular and you felt him shiver against you, his breath catching in his lungs.

You pulled his hips forwards, rocking him along your thigh as you breathed out, “At least I can keep it in my pants.” Bucky had his eyes closed, his brows pinched tight as he focused on the friction you were providing with your leg. You were starting to get a little hot under the collar too but your focus was on Bucky and just how turned on he was in your arms.

You stilled his hips and he grumbled, his eyes blinking open to find yours watching him. With a teasing smile, you tipped your chin at him. “What’d’ya think Buck? You want to come now or later?” He actually seemed to consider it for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he let his heavy hands settle on your hips.

When he spoke his voice was a little deeper than normal, betraying just how into the situation he was. “What if I want both?” He let his gaze fall to where he was pressed against you, taking in just how well you fit together, black on black, leather on cotton.

You leaned in and let your lips hover over his, feeling your heart beat ratchet up in anticipation. “Then I’d call you greedy.” With that, you closed the gap as your lips found his and he hummed against you, rolling his hips slightly in your grip. You never could deny Bucky, especially when he was reacting so well for you so you encouraged him to press down harder as you hooked your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans. Outside of your hiding spot, there was only the muffled sound of the city, it’s occupants mostly asleep at this hour, and its nightlife minimal in this part of town. Even though you were sure your pursuers were long gone the two of you kept your noises to a minimum, swallowing each other’s sighs and words of encouragement with swollen lips and experienced tongues.

Bucky’s hands were all over you, restlessly gliding over your clothed figure as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. After a while, he had to tuck his face into your neck as he began breathing harder and you whispered how good he was being for you and how much you loved how needy he was. You shifted your leg slightly higher and Bucky shuddered as he latched his mouth onto your exposed neck and sucked to stifle a moan.

Your voice was thin, just above a whisper. “Jesus Buck, you’re really worked up.” At that, he released your neck and took a sharp breath as he gave one last heavy thrust and crushed his lips to yours with a deep groan. He rutted lightly against you for a moment, letting the kiss slow and soften into something more sensual before he pulled back, his eyes a little hazy. You lowered your leg and gently ran your hands up and down his sides soothingly as you simply looked into his content expression.

He pulled his shirt up again to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on his face before he leaned his forehead against yours. “That was great.”

You smiled and gave a hum of agreement, feeling your own pulse slow back down. “I didn't realise being chased would get you so horny.”

Bucky scoffed and pulled back, his lips quirking up as he tugged you closer against his chest, settling his hands on your lower back. “That’s not what got me all worked up and you know it.”

You got your arms above his and loosely cupped your hands behind his neck, threading your fingers through his short hair there. “Enlighten me then.”

Bucky’s blue eyes were warm as he gazed back at you and you couldn't help but sink even more against him, enjoying the heat he always seemed to radiate as he smiled softly at you.

“It was you. Watching you jump in and save my sorry ass even though you told me my plan sucked.” You tried not to outright grin, letting your lips settle instead into a smile as you brushed your nose against his.

Just before you got caught up in another kiss you couldn't help but tease him just a little more. “I told you so.”

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