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Another Kind of Pleasure (Gaz x Ghost)

I caved. Here's Ghost sounding Gaz.

Warnings: sounding (duh), BDSM themes, dom/sub dynamics, sadism/masichism, bondage

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"Will it hurt?" Kyle asked, a slight tremble in his voice. His chest rose and fell with heavy, steady breaths. His arms were spread out on either side of him tied to the bedposts as he reclined against the headboard, pillows behind his back to add support. Ghost glanced up at him through his mask where he knelt on the bed between Kyle's spread legs.

"That's the whole point, Kyle." He had forgone his skull mask and donned a plain black balaclava with a slit over the mouth. No need to scare the poor boy more than necessary with a death-mask, he was already nervous enough. He slowly pumped Kyle's length, hand and cock both heavily smothered in lube. It wasn't enough stimulation to get Kyle off, just enough to keep him nice and hard for his Lieutenant. "But it'll feel good, too." Ghost's eyes flicked back down to the cock in his hand.

Gaz's dick was as pretty as the rest of him. Dark tan, long, and pleasantly thick; uncut, but when he grew to full hardness, the foreskin pulled itself back to reveal a plump, dark red cockhead. Ghost rubbed his thumb over it, admiring the slit in the center of it, pushing the tip of his lubricated finger just slightly into it, making the man below him grunt. The corner of his lip twitched upward at the sound.

"You trust me, Kyle?" Ghost asked

"Yes, sir," Kyle answered with out even a second of hesitation. He trusted his lieutenant with his very life, of course he trusted him with his pleasure as well. Kyle's eyes dropped to Ghost's cock, then, each man studying the other.

If Gaz was big, then Ghost was huge. Ghost's cock was hard as a rock, but it couldn't stand straight up due to the sheer weight of the thing, instead drooping slightly between hs thighs. The girth alone was enough to make Gaz dizzy, and he was sure the length would reach his stomach once he was inside. The skin of the shaft was mildly darker than the rest of Ghost's pale skin, and the head was a lovely bright pink, almost magenta, partly hidden by the uncut skin. And, best of all, it was pierced. Nine lovely silver rungs of a Jacob's Laddar lined the underside, and at the crown was a Prince Albert hoop.

It was clear that Ghost was no stranger to pain-as-pleasure, but Gaz was still new to the concept of masochism, at least to this degree. He was a fan of nails scratching down his back and deep bite marks on his shoulder, he'd even been slapped a handful of times and was surprised at his own enjoyment.

But when he'd seen his Liutenant's pierced cock in the showers one day, his curiosity peaked. Ghost caught him staring, and the conversation started. Gaz had all sorts of questions, and Ghost had as many answers and more. When Ghost, under his breath, lest anyone else overhear, asked Kyle if he'd like his help with exploring this side of him, Kyle had to hold himself back from cumming in his pants.

The two of them arranged for a weekend together and Ghost met Kyle at his flat with a suitcase full of wonderful toys and instruments. The first day they had started easy, a bit of impact play with paddles and floggers that left Kyle's ass and thighs raw. Now on day two, each time Kyle's hips shifted from Ghost's touches, his tender skin chafed against the sheets below him, and Gaz found that the sensation only excited him more.

"You've done this before, right?" Kyle asked. His voice was low and gravelly, thick with restraint as his breath hitched from Ghost prodding at his cock slit again.

"Yes, several times. On myself and someone else." Ghost looked up at Gaz again and, upon seeing the trepidation on his face, leaned over him and kissed him through the horizontal slit in the mask. "If you don't like it, then we'll stop and try something else. Just say the word. Alright?" Gaz took a deep, quivering breath to steady himself.

"Alright," he answered. And with that, Ghost pulled back and picked up the silver instrument beside him, rubbing his lubricated hand over it, coating it thoroughly in the slippery substance.

The sounding rod was long and narrow, as long as Gaz's cock and then a little more. It was ridged, resembling a string of beads, but it was all one piece, straight and rigid. It was only a few millimeters in diameter and very smooth. Ghost held it up to Gaz's face for him to observe. At the very end was the shape of a skull.

"How fitting," Gaz joked with a shiver, trying to lighten his own mood. Ghost huffed lightly through his nose.

"Are you ready?" Ghost asked, rubbing circles around Gaz's tight cock hole.

Gaz's eyes were fixated on his own dick, and with one last deep, calming breath, he swallowed and said, "Yes, Sir." Ghost moved slowly, positioning the blunt tip of the rod at Gaz's opening, and then pushed. Gaz let out a loud, shuddering moan at the new sensation. It truly was like nothing he'd ever felt. It stung, it burned, it stretched him out, but it was so delicious he knew right away he'd become addicted to this feeling. The soft, squishy flesh of his head popped back up from the tension of the sounding rod as his dick swallowed up the first bead.

Neither Gaz nor Ghost could tear their eyes away from the way each little bead popped into Gaz's cock. About halfway inside him, it became too much for Gaz and he threw his head back, chest heaving with short, sharp breaths.

"Hey," Ghost interrupted gently but firmly, stopping his penetration of Gaz's cock. "Don't hold your breath. Come on, look at me, Kyle." The younger man opened his eyes wide and stared down at him.

"Hurts," was all he could say.

"I know. Just breath through it. Come on." Ghost took a deep breath and Kyle followed. "There you go. Again." They repeated twice more, and on the last exhale, Ghost resumed pushing the rod inside, making Gaz moan loudly, the sound barreling out of his chest. "Almost there, just a couple inches to go."

"It's- it's too- it's too much-"

"You can take it, Kyle. This is the hardest part. You can take it just breathe." And finally, the last couple beads disappeared inside Gaz as he let out a shout. He stared down at his throbbing, twitching dick, the little metal skull bobbing in the center of it.

For a moment they both stared at the rod perfectly inside. Fuck, Kyle could feel it going all the way down to his balls. It was a stretch like no other. The burn made his thighs shake, and he came to the realization that he loved it. He met Ghost's eyes and his lips twitched.

"Fuck," he moaned.

"You like that, Kyle?"

"Fuck... yes sir..." Kyle's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Then, Ghost tapped the end of the rod, and the sound Kyle made sounded more like he'd been punched in the gut. The muscles of his arms bulged as he pulled on the restraints. "Lieutenant!" He cried. Ghost only smiled and did it again, then held it in place with one hand as the other started stoking up and down. His thumb pressed against the underside of Kyle's cock, feeling through the skin each bump and divot of the rod inside.

"You feel that, Kyle?" He asked, but Kyle could only moan in response, already out of his mind at the feelings his Lieutenant gave him. Ghost moved his hand tightly, painfully up and down the length, and Kyle writhed and yanked on the ropes around his wrists. But not once did he ever ask to stop.

Ghost started to move the rod in and out of Kyle's cock hole, and was pleased at the tears that began to roll down Kyle's pretty cheeks. His plush lips were parted, his jaw dropped in a mix of pain and mindless pleasure, his misty eyes focused on how Ghost's hands worked the rod in and out, fucking his urethra with it. He did this for some time, until Kyle was just about to cum, and then he pushed the rod all the way in again, and removed his hands completely.

"Please, please, lieutenant, please let me cum, please," Kyle bumbled out, begging, pleading for release.

"Shut the fuck up, Kyle, you'll take what I give you," Ghost said, not quite snapping, but not quite gentle either.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Kyle quickly responded to his Commanding Officer.

Ghost left Kyle's cock untouched for a moment, letting him stew in the pain and discomfort, and he finally touched his own cock. He had neglected himself the whole night, letting himself hang hard and throbbing in anticipation. Now, though, he stroked himself with his lubed-up hand, adding a few more drops for extra measure. Kyle moaned at the sight and sound of his Lieutenant touching himself.

When he found himself thoroughly lubricated, he reached down to spread Gaz's ass cheeks, grabbing a handful of the plush fat, and then pushing his slippery fingers inside. Gaz moaned loudly at the intrusion, at being penetrated at both ends. Ghost fingered him open quickly, but still left his hole fairly tight. He wanted it to burn when he finally shoved his girth inside the man below him.

Ghost shuffled forward on his knees and brought Kyle's ass onto his lap. He lined the tip of his cock up with Kyle's other hole and made sure to lock eyes with him.

"You ready for this?" He asked him.

"Yes, fuck, yes sir- ruin me, sir!" And then Ghost pushed in. Gaz's eyes rolled back in his head with every pop-pop-pop of Ghosts piercings catching on the rim of his ass. Ghost set a hard rhythm, and the angle had his pierced tip hitting Gaz's prostate each time. The poor man's whole body was shaking in pleasure.

Ghost grabbed hold of Kyle's dick when he noticed the rod rising out of it, and shoved it back in to a scream from Kyle's lips. The man below him babbled nonsense, please for release, for more, to slow down, none of it making any sense. Kyle was completely out of his mind on pleasure.

And then he felt the wave about to crash. He looked up at the Ghost who hammered into him with wild, terrified eyes, and then looked down at his own dick. And when it hit, he could only watch as his cock swelled with the cum trapped inside. His ears rang, he couldn't even hear his own strangled yell. Finally, Ghost pulled the rod out and let Gaz's cum escape. The sticky white fluid erupted from his stretched hole, coating both their abdomens.

Ghost shuddered as his own orgasm approached, watching as Gaz convulsed and then went limp. With a few more rough thrusts, he emptied himself into Gaz's asshole. Both holes were thoroughly abused at the end. Ghost caught his breath as he softened inside Kyle.

"Sergeant, how copy?" He asked from above. Slowly, Kyle opened his pretty brown eyes, and when he answered, his voice sounded thin and exhausted.

"Solid, sir."

"Are you sure about that?" Ghost asked, picking up Kyle's soft dick, making him flinch.

"Very funny, sir," he mumbled.

Finally, Ghost pulled out and got to work untying Gaz from the bed. He had warm, damp towels ready and waiting to wipe them both off while they waited for the tub to fill.

"Need me to carry you, or do you think you can make it?"

"Huh?" Kyle wondered, laying boneless and brainless on the bed. Ghost decided to carry him. He let Gaz lay in the hot bath as he changed the sheets and got him water to drink. He finally removed the mask as he settled into the water behind him.

After they were washed and dried, they lay in the clean bed, Kyle's head resting on Simon's shoulder.

"So..." Kyle said, sleep heavy in his voice, "What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

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This was very much inspired but @/HotSatans sounding art on Twitter, but I changed the ship from Ghoap to Ghaz to make my own story. I definitely totally did not have a sounding kink already...

@greatstormcat enjoy pookie

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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 3 months

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This Fucks

[Dry humping, but it gets wet pretty fast. AMAB Reader. AFAB Barbie. Grinding, daydreaming, pussy eating, Barbs wears panties at the end, Barbs calls you Master, crack-ish. Standalone series]

Pt. 1

And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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A/N: IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A WEEK. AHHHHHHHHHHH

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #sub barbatos #obey me barbatos smut #barbatos #barbatos smut #shall we date barbatos #obey me shall we date #barbatos obey me #unaveragewrites #sub obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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shcyc · 1 year

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! ETERNAL DEVOTION

synopsis: zhongli finds you worshipping him and offers you a contract

cw; sub fem! reader, god / mortal dynamic, fingering, vaginal penetration, size difference, age gap, mentions of mind control, also slight monster fucking

controlling a mortal was as simple as a snap of his fingers, you'd be under his spell doing everything his way — but one look at you tells him he doesn't need to do that because you'd succumb to him the moment he appeared in front of you, just like you were born to be his, body and mind

zhongli's eyes follow you as you place the last piece of offering beneath his statue; the young rex lapis would have asked for more, for you to kneel and pray, but he's aged, he's no longer at his peak and he’s tired of all the arrogance he once had

however, you, this young and innocent girl with such a strong devotion to your god, has that part of him vacillating once more, a part of him determined to make you his, to feel greater again

he is selfish when he reveals his identity to you one night, handing you a contract on what he wants out of this ‘relationship’ — and you were so quick to oblige, so obedient, so good for him, just like how he predicted the moment he laid eyes on you

zhongli feels like he’s ascending to celestia when he pulls you onto his lap, ass soft and plush on his aching dick, giving it just the right amount of pleasure like you knew what it needed

his clawed hands finally appears after years of hiding in the facade of ‘the human zhongli’, and he sighs in pleasure at the feeling, leaving light scratches on your already naked body — he thinks the way your moans and whimpers spill from your mouth is downright sinful, but he can't deny that it makes him want more

when you nod meekly and bring his hand to your dripping core, he tells you that it'll be okay, that he'll make you feel good if you give him the chance — and he's grown bigger without his knowledge, so big that he thinks if he pushes himself in, he'll split you apart

his fingers work magic on your pussy as he frees himself from the restraints of his pants, letting the leaking tip press against the crevice of your ass, golden cum smearing on your untouched body, burning into your skin; a sign that your god is marking you as his

he deems you ready when you cum around his fingers for the second time, body spasming in his embrace — his eyes roll involuntarily the minute he presses his dick into you, so wet, so tight, so warm and perfect, squeezing him so deliciously that he may cum on the spot

no mortal or celestial being had ever made him feel this way; it made him realize what 'making love' really meant, rather than just ‘sex’ which he had been doing for the past 6000 years of his life

zhongli effortlessly flips you around, forcing you to face him as you struggle to adjust to his sheer size, the stretch painful yet addictive — you're clinging on for dear life as he bounces you on his cock, hands holding you in place to prevent you from fleeing, not when you're both on cloud nine — so you allow yourself to sink deeper into the feeling, relaxing and surrendering your body to morax, allowing him to show you his promise from the start

“gonna cum—”

warnings sputter from you as you bury your face into his chest, and he groans at the view; the size difference along with the way your gummy walls spasm around him pushes him closer to the edge as well

his fingers wrap around your neck to force eye contact with him before kissing you roughly, his longer dragon tongue dipping into the warm cavern, tangling with your own

“cum. cum for me, mortal.”

white surrounds you the moment you hear the command, body freezing up at the orgasm that knocked the wind out of you — zhongli’s own high has him seeing stars, something he’s never experienced before

it took him sometime to regain consciousness, his gaze immediately trailing to where the two of you are connected as he watches golden streaks of cum drip out in amazement

for a while, he let himself become vulnerable, allowing the two of you to stay like that as you fall asleep on him, bathing in the silence of the night and the warmth of another, something he hadn't had in a long, long time

#yes i had to use quillbot to help me rephrase some sentences because i word vomit #^ fics!#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader smut #zhongli x female reader #rex lapis #genshin morax

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skaiplana · 2 months

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Read Harrow the Ninth. Went insaner. Read As Yet Unsent. Shitpost and thoughts:

- God's name is John. He makes dad jokes.

- I am glad this is a universe where God can be: a) killed b) fucked. We have empirical evidence

- on that note, let's do dios apate minor three but make it a foursome with me baby. Let me get that ancient pussy and/or dick

- rip Mercymorn that woman served cunt was a cunt and talked!! In an amazing! Way!! Do you think she would fix my scoliosis?

- rip Augustine he was a cunt too. Trying to send god to hell is iconic. Of course Ianthe would kill him.

- Mercy and Augustine... they hated each other. They worked together to kill god. They had a suicide pact. They wanted to be burried next to each other. They died only a few minutes apart.

- Ianthe that gay little pathetic snake.

- CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE 'GALL ON GALL' JOKE I DONT GET IT

- GIDEON (2) IS BACK!!! NOW WITH MORE FUCKED UP PARENTAL ISSUES!!!

- is Gideon (2) biologically Mercy's or Wake's kid? I thought she was Wake's because everything Mercy made died but I've seen some people say otherwise

- so like. Wake is evil virgin Mary. Gideon (2) is space lesbian Jesus.

- Gideon (1) is OUT, Pyrra is IN! What that entails I do not know but she seems cooler than him

- how do you get in affair with a commander of your enemy. How do you not use a condom or like kill your sperm. Why were you afraid it's your kid Gideon (Pyrra?).

- when John asked if Harrow and Ianthe are using protection what did he mean. Is he implying that there is a possibility of pregnancy? Is he concerned about infections and stds? They could just cure those? Is he saying that there are like dental dams somewhere on mithraeum

- Harrow. What can I say? She did a diy lobotomy. She's haunted. Every woman wants her. She's in love with a dead body. She made a soup out of her own bone and tried to murder someone with it. I want to hug her

- yk I'm starting to think that the Emperor Undying is a wretched liar a dick and a colonizer. Just a hunch.

- now I don't believe anything he's ever said and I'm thinking that Harrow probably did open the tomb

- Camilla is alive and well!!! Sex Pal is almost alive an fairly well!! Can we get him out of the bones

- Coronabeth is realizing how fucked up the nine houses are! Deuteros is not!

- Abigail!!! Magnus!!! I'm glad I got to see more of them. Abigail is actually so cool I want them to adopt me

- the actual Dulcinea! She's so cool too

- the alive Protesilaus being a poet udhdhehhehe and Ortus having internal beef with him

- Ortus is an interesting person now! Also the way everyone likes his poetry except for Harrow is peak comedy

- they actually summoned Nonius. Then he killed ghost Wake. Then they made a dnd party and went to to fight the Resurrection Beast and they WON I guess. These series is a comedy

- I actually understood everything most of the time except for some obscure words (please explain gall on gall tho)

#the locked tomb #locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth

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topguncortez · 2 years

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The Professor | Chapter 6

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synopsis: Dinner with Jake's mother has a few more unexpected guests. You mistake a moment of passion and Jake sets you straight.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of parental death, mentions of a house fire, mentions of blackmail, Jake's sisters are bitches

“Let me get this straight. . . you are actually fucking our professor, Derek knows about it and threatened to expose you and Professor Seresin just invited you to dinner. . . with his mother?” Lucy asked you.

“Yep.”

“I need another bottle of wine,” Lucy sighed and finished off the last bit in her glass. It was a wednesday night tradition of watching the previous two days worth of the Bachelor and drinking wine. You had to tell her about everything that was happening. Your mind was going to explode if you didn’t, and it felt like a weight off your shoulder in a way.

“Bring in the chardonnay!”

“How did Derek even find out?” Lucy asked, coming back to sit beside you on the couch, with said wine bottle in her hand and the plate of cookies that had been cooling on the stove.

“Saw us making out in Jake’s office. Peaked through the blind like a creep,” You shivered and Lucy laughed.

“Have you told. . . Jake?” Lucy wiggled her eyebrows, and you shook your head, “Why not? Y/N, you should tell him so he can protect himself too. I mean Derek is kinda right. . . Professor Seresin can lose his whole career over this.”

“I know!” You sighed and flopped down on the couch, “It’s just, how do I even bring it up? And when? It’s not like we exactly talk about these sorts of things.”

“Tell me,” Lucy set her wine glass down on the coffee table, and turned to face you completely, “Do you like him?”

You sucked in a breath. Before it was easy to say that you didn’t. That you hated Professor Jake Seresin and all you wanted to do was get through his dreadful class and take whatever grade you could scrape by with. But over the past weeks and getting to know what was the other part of Professor Seresin, things had begun to complicate. You had realized that Professor Seresin and Jake were two separate entities. Professor Seresin, you hated, but Jake, you liked.

“I don’t know,” You answered truthfully, “He’s different outside of the lectures. He really does care about his students, and takes his time reading all of our papers and giving feedback. And he’s funny, he’s really fucking funny. And so damn smart, like it’s crazy the amount of literature he has stored in that mind of his. And he’s sweet, gosh, he can tell if I’m having a bad day or if something is off with one of his friends.”

“Are you sure you’re making the right choice? Sleeping with him?”

“It’s just sex,” You mumbled and took a sip of wine.

“People having “just sex” don’t invite you to meet their mothers for dinner,” Lucy pointed out and you sighed, running a hand down your face, “But! If you’re happy, and safe! There better not be little blonde literary geniuses popping out in nine months.”

“IUD,” You nodded, “Tested and perfected.”

“Damn dude, you’re letting him hit it raw.”

“LUCILLE!” You threw a pillow at her.

Lucy laughed and tossed the pillow back at you. She grabbed her wine glass and took a sip of the dark liquid, “Like I was saying, if you’re happy, and safe, then more power to ya. Get that dick, girl!”

“Preach to that,” You said and clinked your glass against hers. The two of you settled into silence for a moment, watching as the bachelor was finishing up his date with one of the contestants when it hit you, “Holy shit! . . . I’m having dinner with his mother.”

You really didn’t know the first thing about meeting the parents. You’ve met past boyfriends parents, but that was back in high school. Coming from a small school, in a small community, you had grown up with the boys that you had dated, and their parents already knew you. Derek had introduced you to his parents during parents weekend last fall, and you were three sheets to the wind intoxicated and could hardly remember it. But this was different, you were meeting Mrs Olivia Montgomery-Seresin, wife of a Texas Senator. The mother of your professor who you were fucking.

Jake told you it was nothing too important, just that his mother was in town and while having coffee with her one morning, he had accidentally let it slip that he was seeing someone new. He wasn’t sure if he said it out of jealousy from the fact his mother brought up Allison, but it had happened and he had apologized to you profusely. He even went as far as sending you some money so you could go get a new outfit for tonight, which made you even more nervous.

Sitting in his driveway, you already felt out of place. There was a beautiful, pristine white cadillac sitting next to Jake’s range rover. You were suddenly very embarrassed about your Nissan Altima that you’ve had since your senior year of high school. You looked down at your phone and contemplated sending Jake a text telling him you weren’t feeling well.

“Don’t be a pussy, L/N,” You said to yourself and grabbed your purse before getting out of your car. Your black dress shoes clicked across the cement as you walked up to the door. Lucy had helped you pick out an outfit, hopefully something that would impress Mrs. Seresin. A simple pair of black dress pants, a white shirt with a pink blazer. You slick your hair back into a low ponytail, and decided to wear your mother’s diamond earrings. With the money that Jake had given you, you spent it on getting your nails done and buying a bottle of wine.

Jake opened the door before you even had a chance to knock and sighed in relief, “You’re here.”

“That I am,” You said, and Jake held the door open wider for you to walk in.

“You look nice,” Jake said and took your purse from your hand, hanging it up on the hooks by the wall, “I wonder what’s underneath this.” His breath fanned your neck as he stepped closer to you, and ran his hands down your arms. You tilted your neck to the side as he placed a soft kiss on your skin, “So fucking-”

“Jacob! Is that girl of yours here!” A female voice called out.

Jake groaned and closed his eyes, “Better not keep them waiting.”

“Them?” You asked and Jake took your hand, walking into the kitchen. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw not just one, but three women standing in Jake’s kitchen, around the island. Jake gave your hand a squeeze before walking back over to the stove.

“Are you going to introduce yourself?” A woman with long red hair asked you.

“Oh, I, uh-”

“Nance,” Jake scolded her lightly. He walked back over to you and put his hand on the small of your back, “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my sister Nancy, my other sister Liz, and my mother, Olivia.”

“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think, Jacob,” Nancy said, and took a sip of her wine. Nancy looked almost exactly like their mother. Red hair, green eyes, fair skin. You could see a big diamond ring sitting on her perfectly manicured hands.

“What is that you do, Y/N?” Liz asked.

“Uh, I-”

“Stutter apparently,” Nancy joked.

You gulped, and Jake stiffened behind you, “I am a fourth year English major.”

“A college student?!” Liz exclaimed, “You were right, Nance, this is a rebound from Ally.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Olivia said, “You seem like a nice young lady, Y/N. You from around here?”

“Yes ma’am, I am actually,” You said and Olivia nodded, “Grew up twenty minutes away from Chestnut Hill.” Jake patted your back and walked over to the stove, leaving you to chat with his mother.

Olivia, surprisingly, was nice like Jake had described. She welcomed you somewhat better than Nancy and Liz had. The two Seresin girls kept staring you down, making comments about every little thing that you had said. Jake occasionally would look over at you, giving you a look to make sure you were okay. When Jake had finished cooking, you helped him set the table as his mother and sisters were sitting in the living room.

“I’m sorry about the ambush,” Jake said as he brought the pan of fish to the table, “And for not making something vegetarian. Plenty of vegetables though.”

“It’s okay,” You smiled at him, “Google didn’t tell me a whole lot about your sisters. What do they do?”

“Nothing, literally,” Jake laughed, “Nancy is married to some oil tycoon back home in Austin. And Liz is married to the CEO of Texas State Bank. They sit on their asses in their beautiful houses all day and cash in on their husbands paychecks,” Jake placed the last dish on the table and turned to face you, “They have nothing on you,” He gently lifted your chin and placed a kiss on your lips, “I think you deserve a little something extra for being good for me.”

“I think I do too,” You said, and kissed him again only to be interrupted by someone clearing their voice. You looked up to see Nancy standing in the doorway, “Dinner’s ready!”

The sound of silverware hitting the white plates was louder than you could’ve ever possibly imagined. There was no talking between anyone at the table, just the clinking of silverware and the occasional glass. Jake sat at the head of the table, and you sat on his left, his mother across from you and Nancy next to you, and Liz across from her.

“You don’t eat meat?” Nancy asked, looking at your plate of just vegetables, scratches and fruits.

“No,” Jake answered for you, “She’s a vegetarian.”

“By choice?” Olivia asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” You nodded, “My mother suffered from fertility issues due to PCOS, and when they were trying to get pregnant with me, my dad found out that an all plant based diet can help. And clearly, it did,” You smiled, “They kept with the vegetarian diet even after I was born, and well, I just kind of adopted it too.”

“Couldn't have made your own choice, I presume?” Nancy said.

“I could’ve, and I did, for a while,” You shot back, “When I moved in with my grandparents there was a bit of an adjustment time, and it was hard to maintain that plant based diet, but once I got to highschool, I picked it back up.”

“Moved in with your grandparents?” Nancy asked, “Why?”

“Nance. . . don’t,” Jake warned.

“No, it’s okay,” You said, and placed your hand in his. He squeezed your hand and dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, “My parents died in a house fire when I was a teen. I moved in with my grandparents after that.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Olivia said, “That’s awful. Jake, you never told us that.”

“She doesn’t like to talk about it,” Jake looked over at you, “As you can imagine, it’s rather hard to speak about, but it makes her incredibly strong. The reason she pursued a degree in English was because of her mother. What was it that you said she used to read to you? The Tale of-”

“Desperoux,” You said, and were slightly shocked that Jake had remembered that from your entrance essay. There was something in Jake’s eyes, as he smiled at you. He lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it. You felt a sudden rush of warmth flood through your body. It wasn’t one of lust, no, this one was different. Something that you hadn’t felt in years.

Once dinner was cleaned up, and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the group had retired to the living room. You sat under Jake’s arm on the couch, as Nancy, Liz and Olivia sat around in the chairs, telling stories about their childhoods back in Texas. From what you had read and seen via the internet, the Seresin kids grew up on a large acreage in a small town called Mayfield, about thirty minutes outside of Austin. It was land that had been in the Seresin family for years, due to Great-Great Grandad Seresin striking it rich in the oil industry. The Seresins were the perfect picture of Old Money, each of them going to expensive private schools and marrying rich.

“And you should’ve seen the look on daddy’s face when the cops showed up at the front door!” Olivia laughed as she told a story of the time that Jake and their other sister Amelia got in trouble for racing ATVs down the streets of town square, “Oh, Jacob was such a rebel!”

“Someone had to be,” Jake laughed, “The only boy in a family of four girls. Had to prove my masculinity.”

“So you have two other girls, Mrs. Seresin?” You asked.

She took a sip of her wine and nodded, “I do, but please, darling, call me Olivia,” You blushed but nodded. Jake squeezed your shoulder, “Amelia and Kathleen. Kathy is also a professor, but works at The University of Texas teaching statistics and Amelia is a doctor in Los Angeles.”

“Really? What does she specialize in?”

“Have you talked to Ally?” Nancy asked, cutting you off. You shrinked back into Jake’s side.

“I have not,” Jake answered, “The divorce is finalized. Why would I need to talk to her?”

“Just wondering if she knows about. . . this. . .” Nancy pointed between the two of you.

“I don’t think she really needs to know what I am doing with my life now that I am single, and divorced. Something that she so clearly couldn’t bother to do, seeing as she slept with the head of the biology department.”

“Is she still teaching at Boston?”

“No,” Jake said, coldy, “She’s not. The second I kicked her out, she packed her bags and flew back to Texas.”

“Oh that will be great,” Liz rolled her eyes, “Perfect for Dad’s image. You know he’s up for-”

“God! For once can we not talk about Dad and his stupid campaign,” Jake yelled. You felt him tense and gently started rubbing his thigh to get him to calm down. He settled back a little bit and released a sharp breath, “I know, he’s up for reelection, and I know the image of his son getting a divorce and dating someone younger, probably isn’t the best thing, but doesn't it matter that I am happy.” The room was quiet for a moment, before Jake stood up from the couch, “I think that’s enough family time for the night.”

You watched as he walked out of the living room, and ran up the stairs to his room. You flinched as you heard his bedroom door slam shut. You gave his family a shy smile, before standing up from your spot.

“I’m uh. . . going to check on him. It was nice meeting you all,” You said. Olivia smiled at you, and you followed the same path as Jake did. You didn’t bother knocking as you opened the door to his bedroom, seeing him pace around. The door was barely shut behind you, when Jake was pushing you against it. He kissed you roughly, his lips pressing against yours as he pinned you down with his hips. His lips went from yours, to your neck, his beard tickling you as he sucked harshly.

“W-wait!” You pushed him back gently, “Your mother and sisters are-”

“Don’t give a fuck. I need you,” He growled out. You pushed him back towards the bed, making him sit on the edge. He reached out to grab your hips, but you smacked his hands away, “Don’t fucking-”

“Shut up,” You demanded. He quirked an eyebrow at your sudden demanding demeanor. But he listened, and watched you with list blown eyes as you pushed your blazer off your shoulders, and pulled your white shirt over your body. Jake groaned at the sight of your full tits encased in a navy blue sheer lace bra. You slowly pulled your pants down your legs, revealing the matching panties underneath.

“Don’t tease me, baby, not tonight,” Jake moaned out, “Please baby girl.”

“Not little one?” You asked him.

“If you want me to treat you like a brat, I surely can,” Jake offered, “But I remember what I said, you deserve an award for your behavior. Now, let me give it to you.” You nodded and walked over to Jake.

You climbed in his lap, a leg on either side of his hips. His arms circled around your naked torso, and held you close. He pulled you into a tender kiss, causing a low buzz to settle at the base of your spine as you grind your hips into his. You took the opportunity to push his shoulders down on the bed, your lips never leaving his. Jake let out a soft grunt as you started to kiss your way down his neck, to the top of the sweater he wore. He got the hint and dragged the sweat up and over his body. You felt the ache between your stomach intensify at the sight of his chiseled body. You continued on your mission, and kissed down his torso, to the waistband of his trousers.

“I thought I was supposed to be rewarding you,” He quipped.

“You always reward me,” You winked, and undid his belt, “Now, let me reward you.”

Jake nodded and sat up as you went down to your knees, keeping eye contact with him as you pulled his pants and boxers down. His hard length sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You nearly drooled at the sight of his bright red tip, already leaking pre-cum.

“Already hard for me?” You teased, and grabbed the base of his cock in your hand.

“Always sweetheart,” Jake hissed as you licked a stripe from his balls to his tip, “You don’t know how hard it is to not bend you over in the middle of lecture. Why do you think I stand behind the podium so much now?” One of his hands made its way to your hair, guiding your movements as you took him in your mouth. They were gentle, letting you get used to the feel of him in your mouth. Jake was big, and you had difficulty fitting all of him in your mouth. You wrapped your hand around him, and moved in tandem with your mouth.

“All the way down,” Jake said and pushed your head until your nose was flush with his pubic bone. You couldn’t help but gag around him, “Good girl. Breathe through your nose.” You tried to listen to him but gagged again, and placed your hands on his thighs. He pulled you off of him by your hair and you sucked in a deep breath, “Fucking pathetic.” He growled. Jake moved you quickly, so you were on your back underneath him.

Jake didn’t even bother with foreplay, just spitting on your pussy, and spreading it with his cock, before pushing into you. You let out a small groan at the burning stretch, but you opened your legs wider to accept his hips pushing into yours. When he was balls deep, he waited a moment, feeling you flutter around him. Jake brought his hips back, and you expected a fast, brutal pace, instead it was slow as he penetrated you. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your fingers curled around his bicep for a moment, but then were gathered in one of his large hands and held above your head.

“Fuck,” Jake mumbled. His free hand grabbed your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip, so he could get even deeper. You cried out at the feeling of him being even deeper in you. You could feel the tip of his cock tapping at your cervix in painful pleasure.

“Not gonna last-” Your words were cut off by Jake leaning down to kiss you passionately. His hand that was holding your wrists, came down and grabbed your other legs, putting it over his hips. You got the hint, and locked your legs behind his back, bringing him as close to you as possible. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips sucking at your neck and collar bones. Your hands crawled at his back, surly leaving marks as his hips rolled into yours.

This is what he must have meant, you thought to yourself, the passion.

You had never felt pleasure like this before. Jake was skilled with his body, and was sending you over the edge of sure bliss. You felt your body being drugged further and further into the land of utter pleasure, and Jake could feel it too. He felt his body starting to tighten up, his balls feeling heavier, the growing fire in the pit of his stomach.

“Let go, baby,” Jake whispered in your ear, and you let out a wanton moan in response, “There you go. So good for me, so, so fucking good.”

“Oh fuck Jake,” Your legs shook, and ever coherent thought left your mind. You were totally at Jake’s mercy as he fucked himself through his own orgasm, his white seed coating your walls.

“I got you, baby, you’re okay,” Jake cooed, “Let go, let your body relax in pleasure.” His words were almost as if they were straight out of an erotica novel as he said them into your ear. You fought your mind from drifting over to the blissful post orgasm haze, but the feeling of Jake holding you tightly in his arms was enough to make you drift off.

The room was dark when you woke up. You were cold and looked down at your bare body against the white bedsheets. Sitting up, you clutched the sheets to your chest and looked around the bare room. You were still at Jake’s house, and in his bed, and naked. You smiled as you brushed your fingers over your still swollen lips. The ache between your thighs was a heavenly and painful reminder of the previous session of passion. You could say that you finally made love with someone.

You slide your panties up your legs and grab a random t-shirt from Jake’s dresser, sliding it over your body, before making your way down his stairs. You could see his frame sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He was sitting with your back to you, his arms draped over the back of the couch, and you quietly walked over to him. Jake had a glass of whiskey in one hand, as his green eyes watched the flames of the fire dance in front of him. He turned at the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I didn’t feel like-”

“Aren’t you leaving now?”

“What?”

“Why are you still here?” He asked, “You leave after sex. It’s the rule.”

“I don’t think what just happened was sex-”

“What did you think it was?”

You blushed and looked down at your feet, “Making love?” It came out as more of a question than you intended it to. You looked up at Jake, his face was stoic, before he broke out into a laugh.

“You think that was making love?” He laughed and you felt your heart break in your chest. Jake shook his head as he stood up from the couch, “God, you’re much more gullible than I thought.” He walked over to you and kissed the top of your head. You retracted from the feeling of his lips on your skin, “I’m taking a shower. Be gone when I get done.”

He slapped your ass and walked up the stairs, leaving you alone in the living room.

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multifandom-lesbian09 · 4 months

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Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

#my life with the walter boys #my commentary #lololol i think i’m funny

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babyjakes · 2 years

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what a pretty boy deserves.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | pegging

summary | bucky needs you, badly, so you give him exactly what such a pretty boy deserves.

pairing | sub!bucky barnes x dom!reader

warnings | dom and sub dynamic, kinda whiny!sub!bucky vibes, bucky calls reader “ma'am”, reader is so sweet and soft (but also cruel >:-)! ), loads of petnames, spitting, anal fingering, use of the word “prick” in reference to bucky’s cock, use of a strap-on, hand job, praise, mild mocking, bucky cries when he cums <333

word count | 649

an | omg okay so- this is definitely not what i was planning on writing for part nine but !!! holy shit i am actually kind of pumped about this one lol. please keep in mind i have never written anything like this before, there is not a dominant bone in my body so trying to imagine pegging anyone (especially bucky ffs) was truly a challenge- nevertheless i hope you all enjoy!!!

“C'mon sweetheart, gotta ease up a bit. That’s it,” you coax lowly, dragging your fingertips delicately across the writhing boy’s inner thighs just enough to tease as he struggles before you. Panting in heated anticipation and need, Bucky squirms on his back against the mattress he’s resting on, the precious little noises escaping his lips causing the corners of your mouth to curl up into a satisfied grin.

“Please m-ma'am, I-I need-”

“Shhh,” you murmur, cutting off the poor thing’s pathetic pleas as you inch your way towards his quivering hole with a steady hand. “I know just what you need, pretty boy; you just relax,” you soothe, startling him by spitting down harshly against his knotted rosebud; like the expert you are, you don’t even come close to missing. You never do.

“Please, want your fingers, m-ma'am,” Bucky whimpers, his voice cracking in desperation.

“I know you do, sweet boy. Need ‘em so bad, don’t you, baby?” you croon, generously spreading the slick between your fingers against the throbbing opening before gently beginning to ease your first digit inside. A low groan sounds from Bucky’s throat as you work your way to your first knuckle, then your second, the spit you provided barely helping as you struggle to stretch him open. “So tight for me, sweetheart. You sure you can take what I wanna give you?”

“Y-yes,” he almost cries in response, whining needily as you add another finger, “want it all, p-please! Promise, I-I’ll take it good.”

“Of course you will. My perfect baby,” you smile proudly as you begin to work up a steady rhythm of pumping into the panting boy’s ass, the strangled sounds of his breathing signaling he’s already approaching his peak. “Uh uh uh,” you shake your head cruelly, pulling out your fingers before he’s sent toppling over the edge, “not time for you to cum yet, sweet boy. Still wanna see your pretty little prick leaking for me while I fuck you stupid, hmm?”

“Y-yes ma'am,” Bucky breathes, struggling to keep his eyes open as you position the tip of your strap against his quivering hole, reaching a light hand up to begin grasping at his spasming length. “That’s it, fuck,” you growl as you begin filling him up with the thick black silicone toy, savoring the way his eyes roll into the back of his head in pure and utter bliss. “Takin’ me so well, sweetheart. You like that, huh? You like it when I stretch you out on my big fat cock?”

“Y-yes ma'am, love it so m-much!” Bucky heaves as you slam the remainder of the object inside of him, mangled cries erupting from his chest when you begin pounding into him relentlessly, milking at his messy dick with an iron grip. “Please, p-please!” he howls, back arching up and toes curling in ecstasy; you can hear his orgasm approaching clearly through his voice, a sound you’ve come to adore more than anything else in the world.

“That’s it- come on, baby, cum for me. There you go,” you sing as Bucky thanks you through sobs, his entire body convulsing as his seed shoots out against his trembling tummy. “So good for me, baby. My sweet Bucky bear, look at you. So pretty for me when you cum.” Twitching against your hand, he lets out a few more pathetic spurts before falling limp, his entire body slumping against the bed as you come to a stop inside of him, still murmuring praises as you shift to begin clean-up.

“Shhh, sweetheart. I got you; close your eyes, baby boy,” you hum as you ease out of him, stroking his cheek gently with one hand while grabbing a box of tissues from the nightstand with the other. “Did so good for me, honey. My sweet boy,” you whisper, planting a kiss to his temple as his breaths finally begin to slow.

#dadplease kinktober 2021 #kinktober #bucky barnes #sub!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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pedro boys as high school teachers (modern au)

boys included: javi p, pero, jack, frankie, din, javi g, dieter, oberyn, marcus p, marcus m

word count: 1161

summary: there are just my thoughts on what high school subjects some of the pedro boys would teach, modern au

a/n: decided to reread the agm universe by @forever-rogue & it gave me an idea so here we are. i’m sorry if the formatting is jank, i’ve been posting from mobile for like two months now. also i know the ms. frizzle gif isn’t quite relevant enough but you can fight me

javier peña — javi is peak history teacher material. his students are juniors & seniors because he doesn’t have the patience for lower class bullshit. his philosophy is that students take his class seriously or not at all. took up coaching girls basketball one year because the last coach quit on short notice & admin begged him to take the spot; the year he coached was the first time in 30 years that their team went to state. became best friends with pero through their respective subjects & will have drinks together on weekends. doesn’t give grades that end with nines & will bump them up a point (69 to 70, 89 to 90, etc.) to not be a dick.

pero — geography. scares students stiff but does have a soft spot for those who put effort into his class. offers bonus points on tests for those who go to the local ren fair, and students are surprised to see their teacher wearing full garb & fighting in duels. his classroom is across from javi p’s & they watch each other’s classes when needed. they have the same lunch & conference, so when there’s nothing to do they like to talk shit about anything and everything. they gossip like old women & playfully bicker like old men. pero is often called “the gordon ramsay of teachers” & framed a photoshopped picture of their faces on the other’s body sent to him by a student.

jack daniels — football coach & ffa. he has and will continue to drive things to work that aren’t regular vehicles (tractors, horses, golf carts, even a donkey once). freshmen are surprised to see that he actually does own a highway legal means of transportation. all the ffa animals are kept in a separate barn on his ranch not even three miles from the school & will let students ride in the bed of his truck or on his trailer on the way there & back for class (parents do sign permission slips for it). lets students control the aux cord on these trips as long as it doesn’t have curse words, but the way to his heart is if someone plays reba. hosts the yearly chili cookoff to support the ffa, and it’s always a hit. he buys a stetson for each class that the students sign at the end of the school year & hangs them all up around the ffa barn.

frankie morales — softball coach that also teaches algebra 1 & 2. he has such a math brain & is super lenient when it comes to the students that have a harder time grasping the subject. very passionate about coaching & does not tolerate any bullying within the team, on the field or off it. wants to set a coaching standard for when his daughter starts playing; he wants her to know how a coach should treat their team early on. she comes to after school practices & all the girls love her to bits. frankie lets her in the dugout during games to motivate them. offers snacks for kids who come to tutorials because he knows they are hungry by the end of the day no matter when they had lunch, and that full bellies equal full attention.

din djarin — chemistry & physics. is very intimidating until it’s a couple months into the year & his students are finally comfortable asking him personal questions. they accidentally see a picture of him and his son on his computer’s desktop one day & just like that, he’s no longer piss-your-pants intimidating. he can be stern when he needs to be, but overall would rather not. he makes these two difficult subjects much easier to learn & will have so many cool lab demonstrations (some are mythbusters level) that occasionally border on dangerous. gets along with coworkers by not getting involved in drama & doing his job, doesn't have time for the bs.

javier gutierrez — this man definitely has a flair for the dramatic & would be an amazing theater director, albeit a bit dreamy. would recruit the art teacher from across the hall that he knew had acting experience to help in one production & suddenly, they’re co-directors. students favored him highly whether they took theater or not; something about him just oozed kindness & compassion, and the kids trusted him. insists the students either call him mr. g or javi, he feels that the standard honorifics are too stifling. him & dieter will buy their students fast food after days spent making set pieces & rehearsals in the auditorium. the queer kids feel hella safe with him & actually have a kinda-joke ship going with him and dieter that neither men are upset over.

dieter bravo — art teacher turned surprise theater co-director. always shows up looking like a hot mess because that’s just who he is. very lax and chill with students but will be the first to call out bullshit if it walks thru his door. drinks several coffees a day & despite the vast number of almost-pajamas he wears, some doubt whether he even sleeps at all. is the one who reigns in his counterpart when things go awry. recruits his best students to help make set pieces for theater & bribes them with free food bc he knows the way to win kids over. plays it off when students talk about the (b)romance between him & javi g but is actually pretty flattered.

oberyn martell — this is the english teacher that the lgbt+ kids flock to immediately. between him & javi g, they have an even split of the school’s queer kids idolizing them. also coaches the cross country team where usually two (or more) of his daughters participate yearly. is able to separate coaching from his fatherly duties so he doesn’t turn into a coachzilla (he’s heard about the dads who go batshit when coaching their kids in sports & loathes them). will team w javi on assignments with historical emphasis (mostly essays and book reports) & will allow students to write one essay that covers both assignments to keep from overworking the kids. is considered a jack of all trades when it comes to different subjects, and is highly recommended when another subject has a sub & cannot teach the lesson properly.

marcus pike — is the most patient & not-confrontational teacher ever. he’s the one that doesn’t get angry, he just gets disappointed & that’s actually much worse. started the school’s photography club as a volunteer & was eventually able to get the funding to make it a class, so they hired him to teach it. his students find out he plays bass in a cover band & they flip their shit abt wanting to see him perform. during the nature photography lessons, he brings his dog to work to be the model. jack gets wind of it & encourages him to use the ffa animals too, and uses the student-taken photos on the school website.

marcus moreno — not a teacher but is head of the pta. he chaperones field trips & school dances, and fights the school board to get better resources for the whole district. (i just love him okay?)

#javier gutierrez #javier peña #pero tovar #oberyn martell #jack daniels #frankie morales #marcus pike #marcus moreno #dieter bravo #din djarin #modern au #pedro pascal character imagine #pedro pascal character headcanons #javier peña headcanon #javier gutierrez headcanon #oberyn martell headcanon #marcus pike headcanon #frankie morales headcanon #pero tovar headcanon

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allegedlyanandroid · 2 years

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Happy (late) Birthday to our favourite miserable little rat manlet Gavin Reed! In celebration I've written a fic of him thoroughly enjoying himself on his b-day but... it's not going up until I'm done with the next chapter of Metanoia.

But here's a little sneak peak ;)

A taste of affection

Delights and Desires is a boutique tucked between an office building and a convenience store, the second being one of those places none but the locals shop at due to their outrageous pricing. The storefront is tiny, easy to pass by without a second glance, innocuous with its sterile font and although their loyal customer base keeps it afloat, it has seen a surge in interest as of late spread mostly by word of mouth and gossip. For its small exterior the inside is several times its size and stocked to suit anyone and everyone's kinky needs.

It has been Gavin’s go-to place for years, his accumulation of gadgets and toys a work almost a decade in the making, yet he hadn’t expected to be herded there for his thirty-eight birthday.

The reason for their sudden surge in popularity is not lost on him. They were one of the first places to include body modifications and miscellaneous items marketed towards androids and their enjoyment of all things related to sex. Gavin’s eyes fall on the neat row of vaginal plates stacked beside them in simple packaging before looking up at his boyfriend with a small frown. “So, uh… you wanna tell me what we’re doing here? Forgot to plan ahead for once?”

Nines snorts, managing to look both prim and prissy while doing it. “Of course not, darling, but seeing as it’s your birthday we’re celebrating I thought I’d allow you to pick today’s escapades.”

“Anything goes?” Gavin’s brows rise in something like incredulity and Nines shrugs with one shoulder.

“You know my hard limits.”

It takes another couple of seconds filled with wide-eyed staring before a smirk stretches over Gavin’s lips. “Famous last words, babe.”

“What can I say, I prefer living life on the edge.”

Gavin laughs at that, cackles to be more precise, and skips away to browse over the frankly obscene amount of items on display. Nines watches him go, glad to have found a gift his boyfriend will enjoy (and perhaps a bit selfishly, him as well). It won’t be the only one of course. There are a few neatly wrapped presents stacked on the uppermost shelf in their storage closet, hidden behind their seldomly used cleaning supplies, safely out of sight and out of reach.

His mind wanders while he waits, artificial nerves alight with anticipation. There’s no telling what Gavin will pick even if he has a vague idea. Gavin “Monsterfucker” Reed, and a proud one at that, has panted enough scenarios into their bed sheets while Nines fucks him raw to really put a number on them. Being an android has its perks and exchanging parts of himself to fit his mood is a big one. They had dabbled into unusual alterations before but he knows his lover wouldn’t mind… more, and frankly neither would he.

He sets the thought aside as Gavin comes lumbering up to him with an unprecedented air of sheepishness to him.

“Yes?”

“What- what models are you compatible with when it comes to, y’know–” Gavin gestures at Nines’ crotch, “–beacuse there’s a shitton to choose from.”

“The BL300, the HR400 and the SK300 parts are all compatible with my model if the genital attachments are produced after 2036. Most of the non-standardised genitalia won’t give you an issue since they’re new on the market and supposed to fit a broad spectrum of consumers. If you wish me to wear a vaginal plate I’d suggest the WR400 model as a jumping off–”

Gavin cuts him off with a strangled noise. “Look, as much as I’d enjoy eating your pussy I- I have something else in mind.”

And then he scurries away again, presumably to look for whatever dick he plans to impale himself on later.

#dbh #dbh gavin #dbh rk900 #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900 #ficlet #my writing #nsft

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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Is it possible to have a sneak peak of the next fic 👉👈🥺🥺🥺

Sure, sweetheart!

Context of the fic I'm writing/planning right now:

This fic has affectionately been referred to by @baseballbatbucky (and now myself, in my own head) as the cum-whore-Bucky fic 🤣

It's also my first adventure into crack-treated-seriously in fanfiction but I promise its gonna be good. The "seriousness" is basically hard smut and the crack is, uh, improbable circumstances of how the super soldier serum works... I won't spoil too much 👀

Right now it will be nine chapters of shrunkyclunks goodness! The first chapter is 4.9k and ENTIRELY smut 🤣

Here's your sneak peak!

Mewling, crying, and drooling into the sheets, Bucky can’t help but whine. He needs this so bad. God, it’s all he fucking wants.

“Yes, yes, please!” He moans, feeling the way his nerves are crackling under the heat of the flames lapping at him- turning him to nothing but a puddle on their bed. Feeling the way Steve is pounding into him. Fucking- Christ. He’s like a machine. Goddamn. His thrusts are so consistent and deep and- guh. Bucky’s fingers and toes curl as Steve throws even more of his body weight into his fucking, making Bucky’s pierced nipples rub hard against the sheets that he’s ruining with sweat and drool and cum. The sheets will be more fit to be burned than washed after all the filth they’ve been exposed to.

Crazed as he is - being fucked within an inch of his life - Bucky keeps whining, “want it, I want more, oh, f-fuck, please! Want more so bad!”

Steve growls behind him, his hands tightened on his hips, surely bruising, “yeah?”

“Uun-huh!” He gasps, fucked out. Squirming as his raw nipples keep dragging on the sheets and he can’t do a goddamn thing about it, hands tied behind his back. Steve was so good at working him up! He fucking- he did what he always does, pinching and licking and biting his pierced nipples (he has a bit of an obsession with them) until he was about to cum- then and there. But Steve made him wait. Steve made him beg to be allowed to cum only to tell him that he had a surprise first. Bucky had felt his eyes widen and his breathing pick up, his tongue coming out to trace his lower lip. Always curious.

Steve’s surprise is now crinkled and scrunched up - totally ruined - a couple of inches from Bucky’s left knee. It’s also wet with Bucky’s first orgasm. Fucked right out of him from Steve’s gold medal dick game. Test results.

Bucky’s test results came in earlier in the week, showing no disease or illness of any kind. And Steve’s are just the same. Giving them the green light to ditch the fucking condoms that Bucky loathes so much. Shit. It’s all he’s wanted since they started fucking- as slutty as it sounds. He wanted Steve bare. He wants to feel all of him, nothing separating them, as thin as the layer may be. He wants his cum inside him, claiming him. Dripping out of him. Owned. Ruined.

All of it.

God.

He wants all of it and more. Everything Steve has to give him, he wants. Even as bottomless as his boyfriend’s lust and desire seems to be, turned all the way up to eleven like the rest of his senses after the serum. All. Yes. Please.

Now, neither of them is paying any fucking attention to the result. It doesn’t matter when they have more important things to focus on. Like the wet, hard sound of their bodies colliding over the desperate, needy sounds that Bucky can’t stop making. Begging for it even when he can’t use his words; too dumb and too full of pleasure (and cock, Steve’s fucking huge fucking thing).

Bucky’s clothes are also forgotten and ruined, some of them strewn about on the bed, others on the floor. His shirt and boxer briefs ripped in Steve’s desperate haste to get him naked in order to ravish him. Ruin him.

“Steve! Steve! Steeeve! Ohmygod,” Bucky cries, needy, eyes squeezed shut tight as he hangs on for the ride. He’s gonna have a friction burn after this, the sheets rubbing his nipples even more raw and sensitive but his cheek too- face down and ass up.

They have a safeword Bucky can use at any point but he doesn’t want to use it. He wants Steve to keep going- keep filling him up even after he himself can’t get hard anymore and is so worn out that he might pass out on his cock. He wants Steve to use him to please himself. He wants Steve to be able to wear himself out and let go of his super needs. He wants it. God, he wants it sloppy, rough, and he wants cum dripping out of him. Steve’s cum. And now he can have it.

He can have all of his cum inside him as much as he can have his pussy ruined from the goddamn size of Steve. The serum enhanced motherfucker. Stretching him so wide. Filling him so full.

Steve growls at his begging, his body huge above him - caging him in and making it difficult for his muscles to keep holding up, shaking - as he plows into his pussy. Steve rasps, “gonna fuck you stupid-” Bucky’s arousal curls impossibly tighter, deeper. Yes “-until you forget how to be slutty and greedy like you are all the time-” he is. He is. So greedy. So slutty. He wants to be fucked out and stupid by Steve twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week “-begging me to use you whenever I need it. Whether I bend you, you…” Steve stutters and his hips do too, driving in deep and making little thrusts, digging his dick in so deep that Bucky swears he can feel it in his throat, choking him, “over the kitchen counter, the sofa, coming in the shower when you’re trynna get clean to fuck you there too, not that you fuckin’ care… God. You never fuckin’ mind, y-you always encourage me instead,” Steve stops talking to pant. His heavy, hot breaths humid against Bucky’s skin. “Gonna, ungh, gonna give you your fill. Gonna give you more than enough. Gonna keep fucking you good but al-also cum in you so much. Gonna- fuck!”

Steve practically roars as he finishes. Losing control of his hips and losing all of his words other than a bone-deep groan pressed tight to his skin- his teeth bite into the tattoo on his left shoulder; dark, crooked branches with delicate flowers to offset the Edgar Allen Poe haunting-ness of the tree and moon hinted at in the background. His tattoos all decorate his flesh beautifully. His ink is another part of him that Steve is obsessed with - like his straight, silver barbell pierced nipples - it’s not something he was used to seeing until he acclimated to the current era. Now it fascinates him. He’s spent hours tonguing and tracing all of his tattoos. Hours and hours torturing him, playing with his nipples.

Oh, fuck. Bucky can feel the phantom sensations of that mixed with Steve as he orgasms now. In the present moment. Overwhelming. And he feels himself melt into the mattress as if he himself had finished too, cumming right along with Steve. But he didn’t. He didn’t orgasm but it’s just so gutting and so good to feel how Steve pumps his release inside him. Hot, wet, and so so so primally pleasing to be filled full.

He’s already had Steve cum inside him… however many rounds they’ve gone now, shit, Bucky has no idea, but it’s not even close to being old yet. He wants more. He’s hungrier than ever. Fucking starved for everything Steve can give him.

He’s not done though.

Steve isn’t done. He himself isn’t done either.

Good.

Different from the previous round(s?), Bucky feels Steve start to go a little soft inside him now- around all the wet heat that may or may not already be leaking out of him. Before, amped up from the entirely negative results and knowing just what it meant for them, Steve hadn’t even gone soft between his orgasm and when he started fucking Bucky again.

He does for a minute now. It’s strangely comforting, not because Bucky wants to be done but because of the indescribable intimacy.

Nearly immediately, his cock goes right back to being hard though.

“Guh-” Bucky moans in response, stupid for it.

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles, voice rough and dark, hips grinding in deep. “You like this, don’t you? You love being fucked and fucked. One right after the other.” Bucky nods so frantically that he’s pretty sure he gives himself a friction burn from the sheets. “Good thing you have me then, sweetheart, otherwise you’d have to get trains run on you to get what you need. A bunch of faceless men, using this pussy-” Steve smears excess sticky wet lube (and hopefully cum) around his rim. Bucky’s insides clench and flutter. Oh. “And there’s no way you’d get cum in you that way… no. You’d just get back-to-back fuckings but that’s not good enough for you, huh?”

Are you excited for me to drop this fic eventually? 😏

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #shrunkyclunks #captain america steve #modern bucky

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