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ripcupid · 10 months

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Good Girl - Joel Miller

➤ Joel wants to ruin you for the man who doesn’t deserve you aka your bf cheats and you fuck Joel. ➤the audio that inspired me got taken down 😢 (I need to be sedated)

You don’t know how you got here.

You’re leaning back Joel’s chest, his fingers rubbing your cunt so painfully slowly as he leaves soft kisses at your neck, his beard rubbing your skin till it’s tender. The embarrassing obscene sounds of your cunt fill the room as he whispers in your ear, his voice gruff and low as he speaks.

What you do remember is coming over to Joel’s room, crying about how your boyfriend cheated and left you alone. He held your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears staining your cheeks. You looked up at him with such big tear-filled eyes and he couldn’t help but softly kiss your trembling lips, telling you not to worry as he strokes your hair.

You rest your head on his chest, the clean scent of his shirt indicating he just changed for the night. You feel a ping of guilt for interrupting his night but couldn’t help clutching onto his shirt, wanting him even closer. Joel pulls your head away, holding your neck brushing his thumb against your jaw as he kisses your forehead. You look up at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body as he coddles you in his

Later…

His hand carefully slipped into the front of your pants making you gasp against his lips. “Does he ever touch you like this,” he whispers, holding your jaw to keep your eyes on him. You shake your head, making him coo softly, “Poor baby.” He teased your clit through the fabric of your underwear until your knees buckled, holding onto his shirt for stability. He slipped out his hand making you whine pathetically, begging him sweetly to bring his hand back. Joel shushed you with a kiss, pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion. He walked you over to his bed, pulling your back against his chest.

Making you end up here.

“Do you feel better, Princess,” he asks softly, his eyes fixed on your cunt, “ya like it when I play with your pussy, huh?” You drop your head on his shoulder, whining as he continues to play with your cunt. Your head was spinning and fuzzy, drunk on the feeling of his fingers rubbing with your swollen clit, barely managing a response before Joel chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, baby, just focus on me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You let out a whimper, feeling his lips kiss over the sensitive marks he left behind.

“Joel, please want you,” you babble, tears brimming your eyes, your voice cracking with need, growing frustrated with his teasing, “I need you inside me, please.”

“Not yet, I don’t wanna rush,” Joel captures your lips in a searing kiss, “just wanna take care of you.” You nod as he slides his hand up to your neck, gently squeezing it. Joel continues to kiss you passionately as his fingers move down to your entrance, teasing you with slow circles. You moan into his mouth, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You can't help but arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him. He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your teary eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “You want me, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and husky as he continues to tease you with slow circles on your clit.

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation, "So bad, Joel." He slides his fingers inside you, making you moan. You gasp in pleasure and grab into his forearm, your nails digging into his skin. Joel smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. "You're so wet for me," he whispers, adding another finger, keeping his palm pressed against your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but he suddenly stops and pulls away, you let out a frustrated whimper.

He whispers in your ear, “Just be a good girl for me,” bringing his fingers to your lips. You obediently open your mouth and suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on his skin. Joel watches as you clamp your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between them. He sliding his fingers further down your throat, relishing in the way you gag around him. “Such a pretty girl,” he praises as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He slowly removes his fingers from your mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting them to your lips as you try to control your breathing.

You whine at the loss of him but he shushes you before leaning in to kiss you deeply, his lips hungrily seeking the taste of you. His now wet fingers trail down your chest, circling and pinching your nipples through your shirt, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You squirm in his lap, your hips bucking into the air trying to catch any sort of friction to your aching center. His free hand slides down to grasp your thigh, squeezing it firmly as he continues to tease and play with your tits, leaving a squirming mess.

"Spread your legs f'me," he growls in your ear, and you comply eagerly, desperate for his touch again. He leans in to whisper in your ear, "You want me to touch you here, don't ya?" You whimper in response, unable to form words as his fingers trail lightly over your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you need him most. "Use your words, baby," he coaxes, his breath hot against your neck, "Tell me what you want."

You look down at his hand, desperately wanting him to move it just a little higher, "Please, touch me there," you moan, arching your hips towards him. With a smirk, he slides his middle finger through your slit, dragging it over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You grind against the length of his finger. Your breath hitches as he circles your clit making you squirm and accidentally push back on his aching erection. He groans in response, his free hand gripping your thigh tightly, spreading you wider for him. He plunges two fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. You grab onto his bicep, digging your nails into his skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

"Don't stop, please," you plead, tears falling from your eyes as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Joel kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, "I won't, not when you're takin' it so well, Princess." Your thighs tremble with pleasure as he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You moan his name, unable to hold back any longer as you reach your peak. Joel continues to move his fingers, drawing out your orgasm until you're left gasping, trying to push him away from overstimulation.

Finally, he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while you turn in his lap, your thighs still trembling. Joel grabs your chin and pulls you to his lips, much softer than before. “Such a sweet girl, taste so good” he mutters, wiping away the small tears on your cheek.

You start to kiss his neck, eagerly reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He groans in approval, moving his hand to your hips. You pull his shirt off revealing his toned chest. You run your hands down his chest, trailing down to his belt buckle, and begin to undo it. Joel holds your neck gently, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You tug down his pants and boxer just enough to reveal his hard length. He pulls you on top of him, and you straddle his hips, feeling his hardness pressing against you. You whimper as he guides you down onto him, filling you completely. You wrap your arms around his neck, whining softly as he begins to move inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Look at me, Princess," he whispers, and you open your eyes to meet his soft gaze. The sensation of him inside you is overwhelming as you lift your hips higher, hitting a spot that makes you gasp before sinking back down. You can feel the tension building up inside you again, and you arch your back, pressing your chest against his. "That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire as you fuck yourself on his cock. He pulls your hand to your clit, urging you to touch yourself. He leans in to kiss you deeply, swallowing each of your whines. "I want you to come on my cock," he breathes against your lips, eyes locked on yours. You nod, panting heavily as you continue to ride him.Your fingers circle your clit, clenching around Joel making him groan and drop his head back.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of your bodies. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and with one final thrust, you come undone around him, crying out his name. Joel follows shortly after, his body tensing beneath you as he releases inside of you. You collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Joel wraps his arms around you, stroking your back and hair. "I'm so sorry he did that to you."

You laugh into his chest, "I almost forgot about him, you're a great distraction." Joel chuckles and kisses the top of your head, "Well I'm glad to help but let's get you cleaned up," he says tapping your thigh, signaling for you to get up. You follow him to the bathroom where he starts running the water in the tub. "You can relax here while I grab some towels and a change of clothes for you," he says before leaving the room but not before giving you one last kiss on the forehead.

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ultram0th · 6 months

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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 10: Bear

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Derek and Peter Hale groaned as they waddled off the beach towards their car.

Just moments before, the two werewolves had been toned men researching some strange disappearances in the area. Locals would say that men would go and visit the infamous Bear Beach, only to be never heard from again.

Peter winced at the odd feeling of his beefy arms resting atop his lats. “I’m just saying, Almighty Alpha,” he sneered in Derek’s direction, “that maybe there’s a reason the place was called Bear Beach.”

Derek just grunted, not used to the way his rotund, hairy belly jiggled with every step he took. “I thought it was just a name…” he grumbled under his breath, a growl barely detectable.

Peter scoffed and gestured back towards the shore where loads of beefy hairy men lumbered around clumsily, as if they were learning how to walk. “That didn’t tip you off?” he huffed. He wanted to argue more, but instead tensed up as a slight breeze wafted over the two of them, his chest hair being billowed by it.

Derek gritted his teeth as he tried his best to ignore the tingling the breeze caused on his nubby nipples, making his cock start to stir in his tattered shorts.

The very second Derek and Peter had stepped foot on the elusive Bear Beach, they’d immediately felt themselves beginning to change. The first thing the werewolves noticed was the way their jaws had sprouted thick beards, soon followed by hair covering the rest of their bodies— especially their chests. Before either of them could even think to get away from the beach, both of their bodies exploded with flesh. Muscles inflated, but were quickly engulfed by a thick layer of fat that seemed to be centered on their new guts. Their shirts had ripped to shreds, showcasing their massive, pillowy pecs that were capped with large and sensitive nipples. However, their big bellies seemed to be the focus of their growth, making it look as if both of the werewolves had swallowed yoga balls. Derek and Peter’s guts protruded out in front of them, obscuring the view of their own lengthened cocks that dangled crazily as their widened thighs rolled over each other with every step. Even their backs had widened as their large arms puffed up, giving each man a roundish, yet muscular, appearance.

The two werewolves had been turned into total bears simply by stepping foot on Bear Beach.

As soon as the shock of their transformation wore off, Derek and Peter were alerted to the fact that every other man on the beach seemed to share their shocked expressions— all of them looking down at their own massive, hairy form in confusion.

Now the two bear werewolves waddled back to their car, trying to get the hang of moving around with large thighs constantly colliding with one another.

“We need to figure out a way to fix this,” Peter grunted as he poked at his big belly. “I don’t think any of my designer shirts will fit.”

“You poor thing,” Derek snorted, freezing as soon as he heard a loud rip and his shorts finally gave way to his thickened lower half.

The tattered fabric fell to the ground, revealing the alpha’s thickened cock that was at least nine inches and about as thick as a soda can. Not to be outdone, his large hairy ass had ballooned to an exaggerated size, looking like two fuzzy basketballs were strapped to his back.

“Damn it!” Derek roared as he stomped his foot in frustration, flinching as the movement sent a ripple through his massive butt, gut, and pecs. He blushed like crazy. “L-let’s just get out of here.”

The bears lumbered towards Derek’s Camaro, but they had a hard time squeezing their unwanted bulk inside.

Peter, being the smaller of the two, had an easier time, but he still struggled. He wasn’t used to the feeling of having a large gut resting on his lap when he sat down, and he was annoyed at the way his seatbelt completely disappeared between the crevice of his hairy pecs.

Derek had a much harder time. It took all of his cunning to wedge himself into the driver’s seat. He had to shove the seat all the way back, and even at its furthest, his furry belly still pressed against the steering wheel a little bit. Whenever he gulped in a large breath of air, his gut would push out slightly and tap the horn, making him cringe. Worse was that whenever he turned the wheel, his beefy arms would brush against his nubby nipples, making him stifle a moan. It was obviously that his bulk turned him on despite himself, as his humongous cock stiffened and began to bob out at an angle due to his large belly.

“Hopefully Stiles can figure out a way to fix us,” Peter moaned, squirming in his seat as the car’s A/C blew over his mountainous pecs, feeling like someone was running their fingers through his chest hair.

“Yeah,” Derek grunted as he accidentally jostled a nipple again, “…or maybe we can squish him between our bellies first?”

#31 days of derek hale #Derek Hale #tyler hoechlin #Peter Hale #Ian Bohen #Bear #Bear TF #Bearification #Muscle #Musclegrowth #Hairy #Hair Growth #Belly #Gut #Belly growth #WG #Weight Gain

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

summary - we got new neighbours, how do you think it turns out?

warning - smut, oral, fingering, swearing, dark fic (kinda?), some fluff (maybe), stalkerish behaviour, someone might be a panty stealer?, threesome, double penetration, breeding kink, reader is called bunny, age gap, innocent reader.

divider by @firefly-graphics gif and header aren’t mine

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I start to stretch. I head to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Before heading down to make myself some breakfast. While preparing my food, I notice a moving van is outside. Curious, I watch as this god-like man walks out of the house next door and towards the truck.

My mouth drops open at the sight of him, slightly long dirty blond hair and a dark beard, fuck me. His shirt looks a bit too tight, but who’s complaining? Watching as he picks up a heavy piece of furniture with no struggle, my thighs clench together. Shaking my head, I decide to continue with my breakfast, making plans on how I should introduce myself to my new neighbour.

As the day passes, I decide to bake some pie for the unknown man. After baking a cherry and an apple pie, I head to my room to get dressed. I put on a cute light blue sundress. I grab the pies and head out the door.

As I make my way to the man’s house, I notice a motorbike that wasn’t there before. Heading up the steps, I walk across the porch to the front door and knock. The door swings open after a second of waiting. Standing there in all of his glory is the man from before.

He smiles, “Hi, how can I help you?” what I don’t notice is how his eyes slowly drag down my body and back up again, having wild thoughts. “Hi, I’m Y/N, your neighbour. I thought I’d welcome you to the neighbourhood with uh these.” I say nervously, thrusting the pies into his hands, stunned. He holds onto them tightly while smiling at me.

“Thank you. I’m Steve. It’s nice to meet you, and uh, you didn’t have to do this.” He gestures to the pies, and I just shrug. The scent coming off of him is getting to me and making my brain all fuzzy. “Do you want to come in?” Nodding, he moves aside to let me in. “You have a nice place.” I smile at him, “Steve! Who was at the doo-” A man with short brown hair and a metal arm stops short once his eyes land on me. “Well, hello, who’s this?” He smirks, looking me up and down while licking his lips, “Uh Buck, this is Y/N. She’s our neighbour, and she baked us some pies.” Bucky moves closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “Well, that’s real nice of you, doll.” My cheeks turn red, and I subtly rub my thighs together (I like to think I did). The attention from both of these men is getting to me.

“Would you like something to drink, doll?” I don’t hear anything he says, as his closeness makes my mind fuzzy. “I think we broke her, Stevie.” Steve moves behind me, running his fingers down my arms. “You okay, darling?”

“Uh huh” Nodding dumbly, I’ve never felt this turned on and so submissive for anyone before. Bucky leans down and stares into my eyes, “You’re going to be a good little bunny for us, aren’t you?” I hum in response, eyes threatening to close as I feel Steve’s hand glide up my leg, and he starts rubbing me through my knickers. They both smirk and attack my neck with kisses.

I whimper and moan as Steve rubs my little button through my knickers. Bucky gets on his knees and lifts my dress. He watches as his best friend works magic against me. Noticing the wet patch that has formed, “Aww, poor bunny. I can’t wait to taste you.” His words shock me to the point of orgasm, spasming against Steve’s hold. Moans escape my lips, pussy clenching around nothing.

I start to cry from the extreme pleasure. Bucky leans forward and starts to suck my clit through my knickers. I grip onto his hair, and screams fall from my lips. “Mmm, you taste delicious, bunny.”

“Y/N”, Steve waves a hand in front of my face, “hello? Doll?” Bucky strokes my cheek while looking into my eyes. “Hmm?” I come back to my senses and realise I was standing there imagining this the whole time. I feel so humiliated that I just zoned out like that.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before!” I frantically let out. Steve and Bucky reassure me that it’s okay. “We were just asking if you wanted something to drink before you sorta zoned out.” Making an O face, I quickly nod. “Yes, please, if it’s not too much trouble”, Steve smiles, walking towards the kitchen. “Not at all, bunny.” My brows furrow, “huh?” looking at me, he replies, “I said, not at all, darling.” Shaking my head, it feels so fuzzy. Especially being around these men, “now what would you like? We have tea, coffee, water, juice, etc.?”

“Uh, water, please.” Nodding, he grabs a bottle before heading over and handing it to me. Thanking him, we sit at a table as Bucky puts down a few plates for the pies. While Bucky starts to cut into the apple pie, he groans slightly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” My eyes grow wide, and my mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Sorry?”

He places a piece of pie on our plates while looking at me. He sucks a bit of pie off of his thumb. “I said I couldn’t wait to taste your pie, doll.”

“Oh…” I take a massive gulp of water. After the mishaps, we managed to chat and get to know each other a little more. After a while, it started to get dark, and we said our goodbyes and I headed home. Missing the smirks on their faces.

It’s been a couple of weeks since Steve and Bucky moved in. They’ve been wonderful. Helping out with things even when I’ve said they didn’t have to, but they insisted, and I bake them sweets in return. Today isn’t any different, I don’t know how but my air-con broke, and it’s a scorching day. I got dressed in a small white sundress, having just bought it. It felt so lovely, perfect for this weather. Heading over next door, I knock and wait. Steve answers the door, his chest dripping with sweat and his lower half accompanied by small shorts. I nearly faint. I still haven’t worked out how to control when I’m around them. Yet another pair of knickers are ruined once I feel the slick drench them.

He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee. “Morning, darling. How can we help you this morning?” Playing with my fingers, I shyly smile at him. “Good Morning, Stevie. My air-con is acting up, and I was wondering if you could come to take a look?” I ask while looking up at him so innocently.

In Steve’s mind, he’s trying so hard to control himself as he doesn’t want to scare me off with the image of his cock hardening in his sad excuse of shorts. “Sure we can, darling. Let me just get some clothes on and grab Buck. We’ll meet you over there.” He flashes me a smile, and I thank him.

I hurry home, wanting to get inside as quickly as possible. Once inside, I lean against the door, trying to catch my breath and stop my heart from beating wildly. I keep the door unlocked, head over to the kitchen, and start making some lemonade. Hearing a few knocks, I yell. The door is open. I listen to them enter and make their way to where I am.

“Hi, boys!” I cheerfully greet them. Steve may have been stunned when he opened the door to your dress, but seeing you again now, both he and Bucky froze. Bucky shakes out of it before heading over and greeting you. “Hey, doll.” He rests a hand on my hip and kisses my cheek. I start to blush again, whacking him softly.

Steve heads over to me and places a hand on my other hip, kissing me on my other cheek. I can feel myself throb again. Being between them makes me want to strip and spread out for them. Shakily letting out a breath, I try to calm my hormones down.

“So…” Bucky starts while looking around, “where is this thing?” Steve nods, agreeing. “I’ll have to show you, uh, follow me” I walk towards my bedroom. They stay behind, watching my hips sway. They lick their lips, eyeing me as a predator would prey.

Walking into my room, I point it out. Immediately they get to work. Before I leave the room, I asked if they wanted something to eat or drink, and they asked for lemonade. Once I go to get the drinks, they smirk at each other. I never noticed that the lock on my window was broken and many of my dirty knickers were missing. (Dirty in the sense that every time I was with them, I had to go and change them.)

Walking back in, I hand them their drinks. “Thanks, bunny.” The nickname makes me clench my thighs together. Both men gulp down the drinks. Staring at me while licking their lips. A soft moan leaves my lips, and dirty thoughts enter my mind, but I quickly push them away as I find them inappropriate. “It’s getting a bit hot in here, doll. Do you mind if we take our shirts off?” Choking a bit, I shake my head. “No, uh. Go for it” Watching them take their shirts off was like watching porn. I had to look away quickly. “Why don’t you go and make us some food while we get this fixed for you, bunny” Steve all but commands. Nodding obediently, I hurry out of the room. I return to the kitchen and put on my cute little cherry apron.

I start making some wraps and fruit salads whilst putting a pie in the oven for them. Back in my room, they scout around. Steve heads over to my laundry basket, smirking when he finds a pair of my white knickers with a cute little blue bow on the front. He turns to Bucky and waves them, putting them to his face. He takes a sniff. Groaning, Bucky heads over, and Steve hands it to him. He does the same thing. Bucky throws his head back, cock twitching in his pants.

They look at each other with dark looks on their faces. Hearing footsteps, they quickly rush to their positions. Bucky stuffed the undergarments in his pocket, and they turned to see me walking in. A soft smile on my face, holding a tray of food and drinks for them. “I hope this is okay”, Smiling. Steve walks over. Placing a hand on my cheek, “of course it is, bunny. It’s perfect.” Looking at my cheek, he runs a finger over it. “You’ve got flour on your cheek, little bunny.”

Embarrassed, I go to pull away, but he doesn’t let me as he just smiles warmly at me, a hint of darkness in his eyes. Suddenly he pouts, brows furrowed. Growing worried, I place my hand on his cheek “are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry!” My words rush out, but he quickly shakes his head. “No, no. You didn’t do anything. I just, well, Bucky and I have been in a lot of pain lately.”

Even more worried, I quickly check for wounds. “Bunny, you won’t be able to see it. But if you want to help, no-never mind. It wouldn’t be right.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything to help! I wouldn’t want you guys to be in pain.” Both Bucky and Steve nearly cum right then and there from my naiveness. “Well, doll… It’s our cocks” My eyes widen, licking my lips. My gaze drops down to their crotches. I look back at their eyes, “what’s wrong with them?” Bucky walks closer and stands next to Steve, licking his lips. He slowly drags his eyes up my body, “well, they keep becoming hard, bunny, and we try to make it go away, but whatever we do doesn’t work, and it’s just so painful. Are you sure you want to help, bunny?”

Slowly nodding my head, both of their faces beam. “How can I help, though?” I pout. They both gently guide me to my bed. They both un-do their pants and pull out their cocks. So big and red and angry looking, like they are in pain, gasping. My thighs rub together, and I look at them for guidance.

“You really are a dumb little bunny. Spit on your hands, baby and then give them to us” I shyly spit on my hands before placing them in their awaiting ones. They smirk at each other again before bringing my hand down to their cocks and wrapping my hands around them, both men groaning. “Is something wrong?” I freak, thinking I put them in more pain. “It’s okay, doll. Just move your hand up and down, and don’t forget to squeeze us a bit. Don’t worry about being too rough. We like it that way.” Groans leave their mouths as I start to stroke their cocks, giving them a firm squeeze. I watched the tip leak with pre-cum, licking my lips and fighting the urge to lean forward and lick it.

Steve notices my struggle. “It’s okay, bunny. You can have a taste. It’ll help with the pain.” Looking up with an innocent look, they both have to try and hold back from cumming. I lean forward and decide to test it with Steve’s cock first. Sticking my tongue out, I lick the tip. He spasms and grunts, hands fisting into the bed sheets. “Jesus, fuck. That’s a good bunny. Keep going, baby. You’re doing so good!”

Happy that I’m making him feel better, I wrap my lips around his tip and start to suck. Whilst still stroking Bucky, Steve grabs ahold of Bucky’s hand and squeezes. His hips jerk up, and his cock goes deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag for a split second before continuing to suck. Fondling his balls, he moans loudly. “Jesus, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you better swallow it all.” Doing my best to nod, I continue my work before he shoots his load down my throat, holding the back of my head, so I don’t try to escape.

Swallowing it all before moving off his cock, I open my mouth and show him. His cock twitches from the action. He praises me, causing me to let out a big grin before turning my attention to Bucky. He watches me with the darkest glint in his eyes, “you going to be a good bunny for me, doll?” Nodding, I lean forward and start to lick his cock, becoming addicted to their taste, wrapping my lips around the tip. I begin to suck hard before moving down his cock by myself, both pairs of eyes grow wide. Looking at each other with disbelief but are happy they’ve turned their little bunny into a little whore.

Drool comes out of the side of my mouth as I suck Bucky’s cock deeper down my throat, doing the same with his balls as I did to Steve’s. I’m so focused on Bucky that I don’t notice Steve get off the bed and lift my little dress behind me. He looks down at my cotton-white-covered pussy, noticing the wet patch. He groans. “Bucky, you should see this.” He takes out his phone and snaps a photo, smirking.

“I can’t wait to taste you, little bunny.” He ducks down, playing with my button before moving my knickers to the side. Leaning forward, he licks a stripe up my pussy. Moans leave my mouth and vibrate around Bucky’s cock. “Fuck, keep doing that.” Steve sucks my clit into his mouth, placing a finger inside of me. Thrusting it inside of me at a fast pace, swirling his tongue. Vibrations are sent through Bucky each time. He grips the back of my head before letting out a loud groan and cumming down my throat.

I swallow, wanting to be their good girl. Being thrust forward, I grip onto Bucky’s thighs, squeals leaving me as Steve continues to eat me out. He stops, and I pout, confused. “Don’t worry, baby. But we’re still in pain, and the only way it’ll go away is if we’re both inside of you.” Bucky says while stroking my cheek.

Looking confused, I just agree as I want to continue to feel the pleasure I felt before. Steve helps me get onto the bed, and all three of us strip down. They stare at my body, looking ready to devour me.

“Buck, did you still want a taste?” Bucky grunts. The next thing he knew was that the finger inside of me was now inside his mouth. “Fuck, doll. You taste so good, next time, I’m going to have a full-on fucking feast, and no one will stop me.”

Placing me onto Bucky’s lap, he lines his cock to the entrance of my pussy. Moaning at the sight of it, I start to beg. Everything I’ve been holding back is finally coming out, “please, oh god, please. I’ve been good!” They both agree. Bucky slides in, and a whimper slips out of me. He groans at the tightness. “Fucking hell, doll. You’re so damn tight.”

My walls squeeze the life out of his cock. He starts to thrust a few times. Feeling me stretch a tiny bit, he moans out when my nails dig into his shoulders. My head tucked into his neck as small whimpers leave me, “oh god… why does it feel so good….” I cry out. I start to bounce on Bucky’s cock. Circling my hips and losing myself to the pleasure. After a while, Steve comes up behind me, “you ready for me, little bunny?” Nodding, Bucky places his hands on my hips, stopping my movements and letting Steve rub his cock against my already filled hole. “Now, this may hurt or feel uncomfortable for a while, bunny. I’ll try to go as gentle as I can.” He reassures me, slowly pushing in. A gasp of pain leaves my lips, causing Bucky to distract me quickly. Bucky brings his lips to mine and pulls me into a deep kiss. With this distraction, Steve pushes all the way in.

None of them move, letting me adjust to both of their cocks inside of me. Leaning back into Steve’s chest, four hands are exploring my body. From grabbing and squeezing my breasts and flicking my nipples. To grabbing and marking the rest of me, Steve’s hand comes to the front and starts to rub my clit.

“Such a good bunny, taking both of us so well.” I pulse around them, and moans leave me as pleasure starts to erupt from inside of me. Whines leave my lips as I become desperate. “Please move. I’m your good bunny…. Oh please, I’ll be so good!” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and they both start to move. As one pulls out, the other pushes in and so forth.

Both pick up the pace, relentlessly pounding into my tiny hole, pounding upwards into me, causing my entire body to bounce. The room filled with groans, moans and grunts. “Fuck, doll. Fuck, you’re squeezing us so tight.” Bucky grabs onto my sides and starts fucking me down onto them, not slowing down, brutally fucking me onto them as their ragdoll. Squeals leave me as I can feel their massive cocks hitting the spot deep inside of me. It feels like they're splitting me open. Fucking into my womb, nails dig into both of their skins.

Steve leans down and whispers into my ear, “you like this, bunny? You want us to cum deep inside of you and breed you? Have you full of our babies, hm? - Fuck… I can feel that you like that, bunny.” My eyes roll entirely to the back of my head, my brain completely fuzzy. They feel me go completely limp. Smirking at each other, they continue. Cumming deep inside of me, then maneuvering me into another position.

Their constant fucking went on for hours, using my body to their liking. Occasionally I’d wake, moaning and clawing at them from being overstimulated so many times. Only to black out again. For hours, taking turns eating me out, stuffing me full of cum. Once they finished. Steve got up and grabbed a cloth, running it under water. He walks over and starts to clean me.

“Mmm, no more, please,” I mumble, still dazed. Bucky kisses my head, “don’t worry, doll. We won’t continue. Did you want us to run you a bath and order food?” He asks, pushing hair out of my face. Both of them looked at me fondly, nodding my head. Steve picks me up and carries me bridal style towards the bathroom.

Bucky walks ahead and starts the bath for me, putting in some oils and bubbles. Steve places me in the tub, “just relax, bunny. You did good for us.” He kisses my forehead before they both head out of the room, grabbing hold of the sheets. They swap them for cleaner ones and place the dirty ones in the laundry.

“Well… that went great, don’t you think, Stevie?” Bucky smirks, and Steve nods. “I didn’t think it would be so easy, but now she’s ours forever.”

Bucky orders some food while Steve comes into the bathroom, helping me wash myself and my hair. He was running his fingers through it, giving my scalp a massage, causing little noises to leave my mouth. Once I’ve finished the bath, Steve helps me out and wraps me in a towel, heading back to the room. He dries me and then dresses me in a soft white nightie.

Bucky walks in and smiles at me. I ordered us some pizza, doll. I hope that’s alright.” Nodding, I make grabby hands towards him. He walks over and coos at me, taking me out of Steve’s arms and holding me.

“You ours, doll?” I nod, “words, bunny.”

“Yes, I’m yours.”

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konigsblog · 6 months

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༉‧₊˚. HUMILATION

frank woods x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 22)

[WARNINGS] teasing, mirror sex, fingering, orgasm denial/control, humilation (obviously)

proofread.

Frank can't control himself. Something about the control and authority of teasing you and having you weak, able to see your every facial expressions, your reaction is to the simplest of things he'd do to you while vulnerable and desperate.

Your eyes watered as he ran his fingertips over your clit. His busy beard scratching against your bare neck while he toyed with your nipples with his other hand. You could feel his fingers trace down between your slit, easing into your folds and filling your holes with two thick and calloused fingers.

You gasped, throwing your head back at the stimulation. Wet tears slowly ran down your cheeks as he'd been overstimulating you for ages, using all types of methods to get you wet and whiney. From toys to his degrading, his humilation that had you lowering your head and closing your eyes tightly in shame from being in such a state...

“Ain't'cha jus' so fuckin' desperate? Drippin' all over my hand, baby...” he teased, tutting and and rubbing your clit with his thumb when you looked away from the mirror. “Uh-uh, c'mere, don't make me punish ya' anymore. Ya' wanna cum, yeah? Then act good.”

You mewl out when his fingers rub at the sweet spot, causing your thighs to tremble just at the sensation. You gripped his wrist as he flicked your clit, sucking hickeys onto your neck and breathing heavily in your ear. Just the sounds of his laboured breathing had you pulsing and throbbing. “Oh–look at'chu, baby... God, you're makin' a mess, huh? Jus' too wet? Can't take anymore? That'd be a real shame if I were to keep you from cummin', wouldn't it?”

Lowering your head, you're smacked back to reality when he spanks your wet cunt for looking away. He sinks his thick finger back inside, his other hand gripping your jaw. The smell of light sweat, smoke and tobacco was noticeable in the air. Along with Frank's thick musk that followed, his cologne assulting your nostrils when you threw your head back from the pleasure. It all made your insides feel fuzzy and your vision go blurry and hazy from your desperate orgasm

Each time he ran his fingers across that one spot, he'd pull away. Just as fast as it came it was gone, controlling your poor and long awaited orgasm that seemed to be dragged out for an eternity. You moaned and felt yourself growing closer, his touch pulled away. Frank's fingers twisted your nipples, biting into your neck while you stimulated your clit – yet nothing would compare to his touch.

“Can't get off?” he chuckles out, biting your earlobe. ”Cum on my hand, pretty.“ Frank's fingers replace yours as he thrusts them back into you. The repetitive movement causing you to grind and gasp out through loud moans. Unable to hold back any longer, you cum down his fingers as he fucks them deep inside. Your cum squirting up his forearm.

You pant, breathless as you gaze into his eyes through the mirror, seeing him grinning ear to ear at the mess you'd made. “Fu... Frank–” he cuts you off by pushing his digits into your mouth, three wet and cum covered fingers pressed into your mouth. “Taste good, huh?”

#orla speaks #frank woods x reader #frank woods x female reader #frank woods black ops #frank woods black ops ii #frank woods cod #frank woods call of duty #x reader #x female reader #cod x female reader #cod smut #call of duty #call of duty fic #i need more frank wood fics!#cod x reader #cod imagine #frank woods x y/n #kinktober #kink tw

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simpshaaaa · 7 months

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Little Cale passed out from exhaustion after throwing a big tantrum. Fortunately he was lying on warm fuzzy carpet and not the cold floor.

Deruth who happened to pass by and saw his little apple, huff softly. He kneels down near Cale's head and brushes the messy hair out of his son's face. An innocent sleeping face greets him.

Deruth shook his head. Where are the servants that were supposed to tend for his son and watch him out? Nowhere to be seen. Seems like there would be a few spots empty for new employees.

Just as then, Ron appears. "Should I tend for the young master, my Lord?"

Perhaps due to Deruth's lack of proper dressing, he looked haggard. His untrimmed beard and dark circles under his eyes. He admits- he's hardly gotten any rest recently and thus a poor looks on him.

Deruth declined the offer, promptly picking Cale up into his arms. With careful steps, he walks away from the spot with a trailing Ron behind him.

...

Doesn't it feel like Deja Vu?

Deruth crosses his arms. He gazes at his son, slumbering away on the window seat. The book he was reading slipped from his hand, resting on the floor. His son curled up with his arm hovering above his face, the other spill onto the floor.

With a huff, he picked his son up without a struggle. "Too light.." How very concerning.

And he waddled away from the place.

...

"Hhum?" Cale- with a confused noise, dazedly brings the back of his hand to his lips and wipes the drool on the corner of his mouth.

How'd he get into his room?

#lcf #lout of the count’s family #백망되 #백작가의망나니가되었다 #i really want deruth to carry cale #i love them so much #deruth love language #carrying cale #haha what if deruth carries cale's dead body tho

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last-starry-sky · 4 months

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part one part two

part three of my stupid medieval highlander au!Soap/reader

((there is nsfw!!! finally!!!)) warning: dark content ahead (dubcon)

soap helps out our poor sick reader by giving her a bath.

It became a daily ritual for the two of you, these chores. Both of you silently waking in the winter dark before the rest of the patrons. You became attuned to the soft sound of stressing rope and straw above you. John, no - Soap, that’s what he told you to call him, would rake up last night’s coals to start the fire anew as you dressed.

“M’ friends call me Soap, lass. Ye’ can too,” he told you as you stood at the well, two buckets at your feet already, waiting for him to fill and haul up the last two.

Friend. It made you feel warm, protected and happy to know that was how he felt about you. But was it right? Something within you doubted a friend should feel the way you felt about another friend.

You had to concentrate of the gray stones of the well, the snow that swirled across the ground in the cruel wind, your toes wiggling to keep warm in your shoes, anything that wasn’t John, Soap, staring at you. Even in the pressing cold, the wind and snow of the mountains, his blue eyes still send a chill down your spine every time they catch yours. He looks at you like no one has before, like he knows what you’re thinking, and it scares you. You don’t even have words to describe how you feel, how could he?

The bucket lands with a dull thunk on the stone. Soap lets out a huff of white breath as he unhooks the bucket from the rope, a smile creases wide across his face as he catches your eye. The high points of his face: his cheeks, nose, and ears, the parts not protected by his growing beard, are pink from the wind and work. His lips too, are chapped and blood-flushed from the small conversations he keeps trying to pull you into. Snow embedded into his dark hair and clothes.

“Last one, lass,” he says picking it up along with one of the buckets at your feet, leaving you the other two. “Quick now. Get in n’ get warm.”

You nod, pulling both yours and his cloaks - he refused to let you stand outside with him until you took it - closer around you, coughing into your hand before picking your buckets. Soap watched you over his shoulder until you catch up.

“Don’t sound good, lass. Ye’ feelin’ well?” He questions you as you walk back to the inn.

“No. Just a cough,” you say clearing your throat. You don’t want to worry your friend.

You’re too weak to leave your bed the next morning. Your cough had gotten worse and worse over the previous day, finally ending with the innkeeper’s wife shooing you out of the kitchen and into Soap’s arms to finish dinner. Soap had rubbed at your cheeks, commenting on the chill on your skin, and set you in a chair in front of the fire wrapped in a blanket without another word.

Your head was still fuzzy, caught in a loop thinking of the large, warm hands on your face, when a bowl of soup was set in front of you.

“Try t’ eat, lass. Yer lookin’ pale,” he says kneeling next to you, lacing the spoon between your trembling fingers before leaving. There are several patrons that need attending to and you are in no shape to help, so Soap picked up your slack. How would you ever repay him?

You manage a few spoonfuls of broth before exhaustion hits you and your falling back into the wooly warmth of the blanket around you. You only meant to rest your eyes, but when you wake, you’re tucked snugly into your bed. You toss as much as you can to one side with a whine. Warm. You’re too warm. You can feel the sweat pooling at the small of your back, behind your knees, and under your arms. You weekly shuffle the several blankets off your body. You hear them hit the floor as you flop back into place on your mattress, the cool night air relieving you of some of your body’s oppressive heat. Sleep quickly pulls you under once again.

When you wake again it’s morning, and the blankets are tucked back around you. You are thankful for them this time, as your chill is back. You pull yourself down to cover up to your nose as a shiver ripples through you. You’re just closing your eyes when a creak from the corner of the room makes your stomach drop. You strain your eyes to make out a large figure slumped against the wall near the foot of your bed. The figure mumbles and snores as it moves in it’s sleep before falling silent again.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you lay back again. Soap. It’s just Soap watching over you.

It feels like not a second later that a warm hand is stroking over your cheek. Your eyes open weekly. The image is blurry, but you can make out black hair above you.

“Finally awake, lass?” he says softly, smiling and stroking your cheek.

You nod, try to speak, but end up turning away, coughing a fit into your arm.

His face falls into a frown as he crouches down next to you. His hand strokes down your back as your coughing slowly stops.

“Still not soundin’ too well,” he says, his hands still running soothingly over you. “I’ll get ye’ something to eat, yeah?”

He leaves without an answer, but he’s back quickly with a warm bowl of broth. He takes pity on you, sitting you up in bed as you’re too weak to even move on your own. He then stays, insisting on feeding you each spoonful of broth.

“Ye’ve barely eaten a thing in two days, lass,” he says as you try to push away another spoonful, his eyebrows forming together into a thick black line of concern across his forehead. “You’re weak. Be good now and let me take care a’ ye.”

You silently accept the spoon of broth, if just to ease his concern. It earns you a wry smile in return. He tucks you back into bed after. Just as you’ve closed your eyes and start to drift off, you feel a cool peck on your forehead.

“Sleep well, lass,” you hear him say as he steps away, fingers trailing across the top of the blankets.

You fall into a restless sleep. You wake hot and cold, pushing your blankets off only to pull them back on moments later. When you finally fall asleep it’s into a thicket of weird and wicked dreams. Soap is in all of them. It makes your cheeks burn, but not from your fever, to remember them. They start off innocent: him holding your hand, brushing your cheek, smoothing the hair back from your face. Those dreams you didn’t mind, but like a trick, a thief in the night, they steal their way deeper and deeper into your sleeping head, pulling you with them. It’s not long before he’s kissing you, something you’ve been far too afraid to try with anyone in the waking world, but the man in your dreams is all to happy to guide you. Then he begins to touch you: his rough fingers tracing delicately over the bare skin of your neck as he caresses it, then lower to your chest where he spreads his wide hand to smooth down between your breasts.

You whined in your dream then, both scared and eager for his touch. A very real hand on your shoulder shocks you awake. Soap is standing over you, concern graven into his sleepy face. You must have woken him up.

“Any pain?” he asks kneeling down next to your bed. His hands find yours. He rubs your smaller hands between his to warm them.

You shake your head, voice still lost.

“Y’ moanin’ in y’ sleep, lass,” he says with a small smile, trying to keep his voice light. You can feel embarrassment bloom across your face. Soap pulls away to stretch out his arms, his back cracking as he does. A yawn quickly follows as you sit next to him trying to look like you haven’t been having the most depraved, inappropriate dreams a woman can have while he sleeps not five feet from you.

“Feel well enough to bathe?” he asks laying his hand over your leg underneath the blanket.

You nod. It would do you good to wash the sweat and sickness from your body. You try not to think about the slick feeling pooled between your legs, right next to his hand.

“Good,” he says with a pat of his hand and a wicked smile. “I’ll put the water on t’ boil.”

After he leaves, you pull yourself to sit up in bed. You carefully work your joints back and forth one at a time. You’re not used to laying in bed this much, even when sick and you need to get used to moving again. Soap walks back into your room with a candle and a large basin as you’re cracking your back.

He sets the basin on the floor and the candle on the chair he’s been sleeping on.

“Water’s almost boiled,” he says standing over you. God, he looks so large as you look up at him. “Ye’ strong enough t’ stand?”

You aren’t sure, but you try. You weakly pull your legs out from the bed. A chill shoots up your bare feet as they touch the floor. You try to push yourself up, but lose your balance as your hands leave the bed. You would have tumbled to the ground had Soap not been there to catch you.

“Tha’s a ‘no’ then,” he says placing you back on the mattress. “Doan worry. I’ll help ye’. Stay here while I get the water.”

He’s out the door again before you can put together what he said. You hear him rooting around in cabinets, searching for something as he lets the doors slam shut behind him until he finds his prize with a soft “ah!”

When he returns, he shuts the door behind him with his foot, as his hands are full. He has a kettle of steaming water in one hand and a pile of linens in his other hand. He deposits the linen on the arm of the chair, careful to mind the flame of the candle. He drops a ball of soap that had hidden in his fist on top. He poured a small pool of steaming water into the bottom of the basin. The curl of the steam made you shiver. It had been so long since you’d had a proper bath, let alone a warm one.

He set the kettle to his side and then lifted his hand to beckon you forward. You shook your head with wide eyes, crossing your arms across your chest as his intentions hit you. He let his hand drop to his knee, the candlelight catching his smile slipping down in the corners.

“Come oan, lass. Can’t bathe in ye’ underclothes now can’ ye’?” he said cocking his head to the side.

Your cheeks burned furiously. You kept your gaze fixed on your knees. There was not a chance on God’s green earth that you were going to let-

Soap’s rested his hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth trying to sooth you.

“Nothin’ I ain’ seen before, lass,” he said with a soft sigh. “Jus’ wanna get ye’ clean and well is all.”

You stared at his hand on your knee for another moment before nodding in return. You tried to grip the edge of your shift to take it of yourself, you felt it wouldn’t be so embarrassing if you did most of the undressing yourself, but Soap’s hands over took yours before too long. He let you lean against him as he pulled the cloth from under your legs. You kept your head buried in his shoulder as he skimmed his hands up your back. You could no longer feel the cold of the room from the blush that bloomed over your body. His hands under your arms pushed you away, forcing you to look in his eyes right before he forced your arms up. Your shift covered your vision for a blissful second before Soap pulled it from your body, letting it drop to the bed beside you.

You didn’t fight as he picked you up right after, one muscled arm under your legs, the other across the small of your back. He turned and gently knelt down to deposit you in the basin. You could just barely fit both your butt and feet on the bottom if you squished. You didn’t feel like squishing, even though it would have been more modest, so you let your feet rest on the outside. You half expected Soap to leave, or let you wash yourself, which you could have done, if very very slowly. You did not expect him to pull off his tunic and pull you to lay against him.

“Doan want ye’ t’ get me too wet now,” he commented as he threw his clothes into the corner. You didn’t answer.

You tried not to look either up at him or down at yourself as Soap set to work. He poured more water int to the basin. It was just on the edge of too hot, but it felt amazing. You closed your eyes as you relaxed back against Soap’s chest.

“Feel good?” he asked as you felt the muscles of his chest flexing.

You opened your eyes to watch him lather a washcloth with the soap. He dipped his hand between your legs to wet it. You froze as he did. He didn’t make any motion to touch you, just rang out the cloth and began you clean your neck and face. After lathering you with bubbles, he reached back down into the water to clean the cloth and wipe the suds from you.

“Sorry if I’m rough with ye’,” he said reapplying the soap to the cloth. “Been a long while since ‘ve had to do this,” he said using both his hands to work the soap down your arm. He plunged his hand down into the cooling water of the basin, wringing the cloth out before gently wiping the soap off. “Never with a woman ‘fore, though,” he whispered against the side of your head.

He was halfway through silently cleaning your other arm when you found the ability to ask, “When?”

He continued as if he didn’t hear you, cool water running down your arm as he wiped from shoulder to wrist. He reached for the kettle and poured more steaming water between your legs. You leaned further back against his chest, closed your eyes and whined as the warm water coiled something inside you as it filled the basin enough to cover your sex. Soap’s hand braced on your stomach as he set the kettle beside him. It was a long, silent, moment before he responded.

“Used to help with the injured, when I first joined the army,” he whispered as he wet the cloth in the now warm water.

He smoothed the cloth in his hand over your chest, a river of warm drops running hot down your cool skin enough to make you shiver. His motions were slow now, achingly slow.

“Weren’t a pretty sight. Tendin’ to men maimed in battle,” he said stopping to plunge his hand into the basin again.

He was resting his chin against your shoulder. You could feel his nose brush your ear when he moved. When he brought the cloth back to your body, it was to cup over your breast. You sighed as the nubby linen rubbed over your nipple, his fingers squishing the soft flesh as his hand rolled the whole of your breast toward the middle of your chest.

“No’ as pretty as you,” he whispered darkly into your ear, pulling away the cloth.

He quickly repeated his washing on your other breast, holding you as he rubbed his thumb several times over your nipple to watch you shiver against him.

“Soap,” you whined in your weak voice.

“Gettin’ cold, lass?” he said dropping the cloth into the basin. “Doan worry. I’ll have ye’ finished soon.” His breath huffed hot down your chest as he spoke.

His hand on your stomach moved to your thigh, the other hand reaching into the basin to hunt for the cloth. His hand swirled around, bumping against your inner thighs until he found the cloth, plastered to your sex. You shivered as his fingers wiped up your core to pull it away.

“Gotta keep still now,” he chided as he lathered down your stomach. “Be good and let me finish ye’”

You honestly tried to stay still, but you couldn’t help but jump every time his fingers swiped a bit too low, sending a spike of pleasure through you. His fingers bit into your thigh as a warning.

“Goan take all night if ye’ don’t obey, aye lass?” he said letting the cloth slip silently into the water.

He poured the last of the hot water into the basin, filling it near halfway. You sighed as you relaxed against him again as he smoothed the warm water over your thighs with both hands.

“Tha’s a good girl,” he said huskily into your ear.

You suppressed a whine in the back of your throat. He moved one hand to cup over your sex, just barely touching you. The other came up to roll a nipple between his fingers. He groaned as a breathy moan fell from your lips. The fingers on your sex rubbed up and down, testing and teasing, but going no farther.

“Still so dirty,” he growled against your neck. “Goan need t’ take my time with this lil’ thing. Make ye’ feel good,” he said swirling a finger around your slick entrance, causing you to jump.

He shushed you as you trembled against him. He worked his finger up to press at your sex, specifically the little sensitive nub between your folds. He rubbed at it slowly until you started to feel something, the same thing you felt when waking from your forbidden, dirty, dreams. Did he know about them? Is this why he was doing this? You could only trust him now and lay against his strong chest as he worked you faster and faster.

“Such a sensitive little cunt ye’ got,” he said hiking your leg farther open, giving him more room. “Like ye’ve never been touched before.”

“Never,” you whined as his fingers worked you in a delicious spiral. It was like he was pulling you up and up and up. Brain going foggy and distant.

“Never?” he repeated, shuffling against your back. You shook your head. “Ah lass,” he groaned.

You grabbed his hand as you felt something break, like you had reached the peak of the mountain and flown off the edge. A high-pitched gasp broke out of your throat and you felt yourself trembling, falling back to earth. Soap’s hands were there to catch you, wrapping around you to hold you to him as you gasped and writhed.

You panted as you came down, breathing and feeling better than you had in days. Soap was still behind you, leaving light kisses down the side of your face and neck. His hands too, were smoothing down your cool skin, fingers running over every bit of exposed skin until it was committed to memory. You wished you had the energy to do the same, to try and touch him, to show some small bit of gratitude in return.

You were half asleep when he pulled you from the basin, water dripping from your bottom and thighs. You felt him towel off what little water remained before placing you back under your blankets with another kiss. You listened as he gathered the things from around the room: the soft scuffling of the basin and chair, but sleep proved too powerful. You were out before he left the room.

#starry writes #mw2 #soap x reader #soap/reader #medieval au #sorry this is so long and took so long to update #i was actually sick #now to get back to outlining/writing my other thing!!!

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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HI SONNY!!! im back🤭 may i present to you again...

spicy videos: cl and hcv edition (part 1 because its a lot)

1. cl steve? or hcv curtis? punishing his omega WITH CHAINS?!?!?!?!

2. cl r getting a call from hayden while giving steve a bj so of course steve being steve, he forced her to answer it

3. cl steve after he tamed r to a complete submission

4. hcv curtis teaching his omega how to pleasure herself with his thigh

5. SIZE KINK!!!! hcv curtis teaching r how to ride him without his help unfortunately

6. HCV CURTIS!!!!!!

7. hcv curtis f*ucking r on her pink ruffle/fuzzy bed

also i fucking hope that hcv means howard college verse because if its not......... im going to be embarrassed

-gg

here we go: many dark drabbles below (HC Verse (yes it is HCV bestie), sick of sugarcoatin', captain's legacy) these can also be considered spoilers bc some will be in the fics !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega!reader, dark alpha!fratboy!Curtis Everett x innocent omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, manipulation, non-con/dub-con, SMUT - minors DNI, dirty talk, blasphemy (I'm serious, this goes off the rails at #1), misuse of a rosary, spanking, oral (m), a smidge of boot riding, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, filming sex, grinding, thigh riding, exhibitionism - public sex-eqsue (library), virginity kink/ruined kink, petting, spit kink, size kink, unprotected sex (p in v)

𝗪/𝗖 | 1860

if you don't like it, don't read.

1. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and your rosary: omg, let's just go full 'i need jesus' bc curtis... doing this... with your rosary 😳 and he makes fun of you too

"What do you think your parents will say if they saw you now?”

You yank against the silk ties around your wrists, tears seeping into the frilly pillow under your face, "Curtis—don't—"

“Hush now, I'm going to bless you." He chuckles darkly, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son," the beads trail down your skin, over your ass and down your thighs, barely slipping between your thighs.

"This isn't—you said we were going to study!" You wiggle, trapped between wanting more and hoping your parents would come home early. Curtis wasn't allowed in your house unless they were home, but he guaranteed you were only going to study, nothing more.

A burning sensation blooms on your ass, the beads sending streams of warmth over your flesh as Curtis continues the motion, swatting you with your precious rosary. "Can I finish now?" He yanks your hair back, forcing your neck to stretch awkwardly.

His firm body envelops yours, his beard scratching your tear-stained cheeks, "Aw, poor cherry, why are you crying? It feels too good?"

"N-No, you're being mean again... You lied."

Curtis scoffs softly, fisting the rosary in his hand and prying your thighs apart with his knees, "I didn't lie. I never said what subject we'd be studying, do you want to guess, omega?"

"Want these off." You uselessly tug at the restraints.

Curtis tsks, "I can't let you go until you learn how to behave and let me bless your pretty body." He drops your face back into the pillow but turns you to the side so he can kiss your lips. His blue eyes are dark and shadowed, "Welcome to Bible study, cherry."

2. Captain’s Legacy!reader answering a call:

He films you on the call too. With the bright light on your face and his smell taking over your mind, you'd do whatever he told you to.

"Yeah—uh, maybe?" You manage with his balls in your mouth, you suckle on his sack. Your eyes roll back as he massages your head, pulling you closer to his throbbing cock.

"Spit on it." He rasps lowly.

Your salvia lands the angry red tip, dribbling down the thick girth and where your fingers barely meet around him. You try to listen to Hayden, but with Steve slipping his foot between your thighs, there isn't much room in your head for thought.

"C'mon, grind that little cunt on me." He pushes down your shoulders, forcing your centre to press against the shiny leather of his boot. His spit lands on your cheek before he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, "Are you going dumb already, baby? Don't you want to be daddy's good girl?"

"Who is that?" Hayden asks over the line.

You can't answer him, too busy stuffing your mouth full of Steve's cock, whining around his length, and rubbing your cunt against his boot.

"Smile for the camera, omega." Steve points the lens at you, getting the perfect view of you tearing up as the leather of his shoe gets soaked with your slick, and his cock reaches the back of your throat, muffling your moans.

"That's it, daddy's pretty little whore." He snatches the cellphone from your hand, bringing it to his head, "Hey, Hayden, let me know if you'd like a copy of our little film—I'm sure that legacy wouldn't mind."

3. Captain’s Legacy!Steve taming you: Set in the future,

He comes back to the fraternity house to see you lying in his bed, nude, and doing homework, there isn't much he does without you, but days like this come and go.

"You missed me, omega?" His only reply is your happy chirps as you nuzzle his chest, burying your nose in his sweater.

You've been alone for a few hours, but it nearly felt like days because you're desperate for him to always be close. When he taps your bum, you let him pick you up and fall back onto the bed.

His head sinks into the plush blankets and pillows of your nest, "Did you eat yet, baby?"

You nod, bringing one of his hands to your mouth, kissing his fingers to his wrist, digging your nose into the skin to get more of his scent. With slow grinding motions, your bare cunt rubs against the fabric of his pants, your wetness already staining the material.

He growls, clenching one of his fists behind his head. Fond memories of the beginning of your relationship go through his mind, when you wouldn't let him touch you, when you called him an asshole—what a time that was. And now look at you, sucking on his fingers while your folds grind against his clothed cock, "Go on, take me out. Are you going to be daddy's fleshlight tonight?"

4. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis teaching you how to ride his thigh:

"Slowly, that's it. Good girl, just rub your little clit on me, just like that."

You clutch his shirt in your fists, biting down on your tongue to keep from being too loud. You can't help but think about someone walking around the corner and catching you—but why did that make you more desperate?

This part of the library is empty all day, and especially with the beautiful weather, most people are studying outside and soaking up the sun. Unlike you and Curtis, with his shorts rolled up and your summer dress bunched around your waist, hidden deep in the college library with lewd noises filling the surrounding air.

"Hold on," he reaches down, peeking at your soppy pussy before spreading your folds with his fingers, he presses you down by your hips again. "Continue, is that better?"

You gasp wetly, eagerly nodding as your clit rubs against his warm skin. Your motions speed up, those little twitches growing into erratic jerks, "Ah, I—oh!"

"That's it, cum all over daddy's thigh, show me how messy you are." He helps you, bouncing his leg in time with your grinds, pushing those pathetic whimpers from your throat. He chuckles, "Feels good, cherry?"

"Mhm." You nod, in a daze.

"I know this virgin cunt hasn't done this before, can feel you dripping down my thigh. Are you going to mark me, cherry? Cover me in your cream so you can lick it off after I cum on your pretty face?"

5. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis and size kink:

His fingers rub your cheeks, wiping away those tears.

"I like when you—do it..." You trail off.

"When I fuck you," Curtis corrects, his cock lying hard against his lower stomach, "When I make love to you, cherry."

"Yeah, want you to do it, please."

"How else are you going to learn if you don't try to take me yourself?"

You gnaw on your lip, hesitatingly looking down at his fat length, red and hot, "You're too b-big... I can't..."

He cups your cheek with one hand, pulling your hips closer with the other. Your bare pussy barely touches his cock, but it's enough for you to nearly jump out of his lap, and he calms you with slow rubs on your gland. "You can, cherry, I know you can. Don't you want to feel good? And make me feel good too? After everything I've done for you, this is how you're going to act?"

You frown, gasping as the thick head prods at your hole, "What?"

"I don't know," His brows furrow, "It sounds selfish to me. Like you just want to use me."

"No! I'd never!"

"Then, show me." He cocks his head, reaching between your thighs to slip the leaky tip along your slit, "Ride me, cherry, show me how much I mean to you."

6. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis: "I told you that you'd like it."

"You don't have to watch this time."

Instantly, your head falls back against the couch, your grip tightens on your feet as your thighs tremble, the quiver is soothed by Curtis' other hand that caresses your knee, tugging at your socks.

"Tickles a little, huh?" He asks, his skilled fingers softly rubbing your cunt over your cotton panties. "I'm being very gentle, cherry, I wouldn't want to overwhelm you."

Your reply is a little nod as your eyes flutter open, meeting his in a heated gaze, but yours are too unfocused with the new feeling taking over your body with every swipe of his fingers.

"I told you that you'd like it, and you tried to push me away." He tsks, angling his head to look between your legs and groaning at the wetness seeping through your underwear. He spreads your folds over the fabric before seeking your button, "See what happens when you just let me do the thinking, baby? Omegas like you should never worry your head, just let daddy decide everything for you."

7. Sick of Sugarcoatin’!Curtis fucking you:

His lips are warm against yours, his tongue massaging yours as he swallows each of your moans.

You feel a slight tugging at your hole and dig your nails into his shoulders, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

"Feel my knot, baby?" He groans against your mouth before pulling away, a string of saliva between your lips before he spits where you meet. His hips unrelenting, fucking little uh's out of you. "Fuck, look at that little fuckhole—fucking split open on my cock."

Your head bobs with each of his thrusts, your hands falling to the mattress to fist your sheets. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," You weep, drool escaping the corner of your lips, "s-so good, love it—love you—"

"I know, cherry, daddy knows." His gaze lifts from your puffy folds to your face, he groans at your dazed expression, "I love you too, baby, so much."

His skin slaps against yours, filling your room with filthy noises as your wetness coats his cock, creamy strings connecting his base to your hole. He teases you with his knot, barely fucking into you before pulling out until just the thick tip.

"You want my cum, cherry? Want me to pump you full, and fill this little cunt until you can't take anymore? Maybe I'll knock you up, huh?" He entwines your hands and presses down on your lower stomach, his muscles flexing under his tatted skin as your juices leak onto the bed.

Your mewls grow in volume before he tears your underwear from your knees, he covers you, panting heavily as he sinks deep. "If you don't shut up, you'll get us caught. You want your parents to wake up and find their daughter getting railed like a whore?"

You shake your head, gasping for air as he fills you to the brim.

"You know what to do."

You surge up and latch onto the ring hanging from the chain around his neck, keeping it locked between your teeth with your lips shut.

"Good girl, keep your purity ring safe while I cream your little pussy, yeah?"

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innytoes · 26 days

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From the subconscious that brought you the Quiet AU, it's time for Inny's Brain Comes Up With Another 100k fic she's never going to write while she's dreaming.

Okay so it's the Post Apocalypse. The apocalypse happened a few years ago, there was a horrible plague that makes you bleed from your eyes and maybe some other things, a lot of humanity was wiped out, chaos, destruction, blabla.

We start with Our Heroes travelling on foot. Luke is telling them this area seems familiar, and Alex and Reggie realise they're near where Bobby's family had a cabin. They decide to veer off because Alex remembers where Bobby hid the emergency key. Not that they haven't done their fare share of breaking and entering, but it would be nice to, you know, not have to.

Also maybe they want to see if Bobby is there. Because even though they split with a lot of bad blood between them over some stolen songs, the apocalypse makes you miss old friends.

Julie and Willie are like: um excuse me that is not a cabin that is a Log Mansion. It's three fucking stories. (It also had the exact layout as my grandmother's old house, because this is my brain, which is funny because my grandmother's house was very much not a log cabin).

And then SHOCK AND GASP Bobby comes out. He has the Trevor Wilson Beard and Man Bun and is just... staring like he's seen three ghosts... and two random people he doesn't know, I guess.

There is a big sappy reunion and a big talk and apology and blabla of course they can stay. There's more cabins around the place and they've made themselves a little farming community. They trade with the other little the towns in the area, but they haven't heard much from the bigger city in the while.

"Um yeah, maybe... maybe don't go to the city," Luke says. Reggie is very pale. Willie mutters about how there was plenty of stuff that could still be looted (as long as you don't mind all the dead bodies is left unsaid).

They settle in at Bobby's house and become part of the community, finding jobs. Willie does indeed go with some of the more brave individuals to the city to search for supplies. The whole community has like one working truck because gas is hard to find these days.

Some traveling trader comes by and he's basically on a giant sled on wheels pulled by huskies and predictably Reggie loses his mind and gets to play with the doggies.

There comes a night when Reggie can't sleep, so he's the only one awake to hear the car. Two cars. A group of four with two cars is bound to mean trouble, so he wakes everyone up because there's a high chance there's raiders.

The people are breaking in and Reggie goes downstairs to greet/distract them, playing the clueless guy, welcoming them and being like 'oh hey are you lost do you need help? We're looking for a bartender if you need a job' and basically being in the way and these four people are just so confused because they broke into his house and he's so cheerful about it.

One of them was injured and Reggie more seriously offers the first aid kit and just when they were about to be like 'fuck it let's just murder him and raid the place', where comes Julie and Luke with the shot guns. Meanwhile Alex, Willie, and Bobby were checking out their cars and alerting the neighbours about trouble and OH SHIT ONE OF THEM IS BLEEDING FROM THE EYES HE'S INFECTED.

Cue fuzzy chaotic time jump because I woke up with a dry mouth lol.

For some reason Bobby disappeared from the dream after this so maybe poor Bobbers got shot in the show down with the raiders. Or got hit by the car of the other three fleeing, leaving behind their infected friend.

The gang stays in Bobby's house, though, and slowly, Juke and Willex drift together. When they were travelling, they usually all slept together, but now...

Reggie, who is still grieving Bobby, and maybe blaming himself because he wasn't good enough at distracting the raiders, sees the other two couples drift together and decides to stay out of their way. He can't sleep anyway, since he was the only one awake to catch the raiders in the first place.

So he starts sleeping less, and less, spending less time with his friends because he wanted them to have time together... Pining because he's secretly a little in love with all of them, but they clearly don't want him.

Until he was suuuper stoked because he found a puppy. It was so cute, and he wants to show his friends, and they're so freaked out because Reggie, there is no puppy...

Turns out Reggie was hallucinating from lack of sleep, and he's so confused because he's CLEARLY HOLDING A PUPPY WHAT DO YOU MEAN and then the whole thing kind of comes out and not only is Reggie heartbroken when the hallucination shatters and vanishes, but he also confesses how he's in love them with but they clearly chose their partners and not him.

And both Juke and Willex are like: we've missed you, doofus, we love you, we didn't want to make you chose between us, we were scared you were mad at us for both flirting with you.

And they all live as happily ever after as you can in the post-apocalypse.

#julie and the phantoms #okay I woke up after the puppy part but I wrote myself a happy ending #it was so surreal because the dream pov kept switching between BEING Reggie and holding the puppy and feeling it #and 'outside shots' of him clearly not holding anything in his hands #and it only shattered when Luke said 'are you sure it's not a beagle' and the puppy was suddenly a beagle #and then Reggie's brain caught up with him #I wrote a thing #or my brain wrote a dream I guess #AUs are awesome #what do I even name this one #the post apocalypse plague au #there was probably more but this is all I could remember after a full day of work and such #my brain: ah yes I see you're too tired to write do you want a giant new au? it has reggie and puppies #reggiexeveryone is the best pairing #willex #juliexluke

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scolbert22 · 1 year

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Slobby bear being controlled

Watch Fob Slob

Alek had meant well enough when it all started.

There was a sidewalk sale going on in the antique store below his apartment, and he was always looking for a new piece of furniture to brighten up his sad little studio, so he popped down. He had only just gotten to the bottom of the outdoor staircase connecting his door to the pavement below when he saw it glinting in a cardboard box marked "FREE". He reached into the box, curious.

When he withdrew his hand he saw he was holding a tiny medallion with a miniature painting of a lapdog on it. On the back, there was an inscription in a sturdy, archaic font:

OBEDIENCE

"That's a very unique piece," said a voice behind him.

Alek turned around to see Mrs. Lexington, the fiery little woman who ran the antique store.

"It is very beautiful, I love the little portrait!" Mrs. Lexington smiled, but there was a glint in her eyes he didn't recognize.

"Something tiny like that in a big old place like this is something special, only reveals itself to the person who ought to own it!"

"Do you know what it's purpose was?"

"It's a watch fob, kiddo! you attach it to a watch chain. And one like that is very unique indeed, the dog represents loyalty and obedience."

"Well, I don't own a watch with a chain, but..." Alek reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He plucked off a phone charm, some anime character his nephew had given him, and with some effort he attached the fob. "There!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

"You be careful with that, it's more responsibility than you know..." Mrs. Lexington said, her face deadly serious.

"Of course, Mrs. L. I would never lose something I got from your shop, how would I live it down?" Alek laughed. "Oh shoot, you know I forgot my wallet! Let me run back upstairs and I'll be right back down. You know I've had my eyes on that chaise lounge!" He was marching back up the wood stairs when he felt a sudden softness below his left foot and then a terrible snapping sound as his leg plunged through the rotten plank.

"AAAAHHH" Alek cried as he stumbled. Thankfully he was only on the third step, and pulled out his leg with a bit of effort. "This stupid staircase should have been repaired years ago, I could have been hurt!" he fumed. He took a photo with his phone and headed toward his landlord's house, a block away.

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Tony Marucci was sitting back in his easy chair watching March Madness when he heard the aggressive pounding on his door. He got up and waddled over to the door, pulling his basketball shorts up over the three inches of exposed, fur-lined ass crack. The giant man had been a college athlete himself once, 10 years ago. However, the multiple properties he inherited from his dad coupled with his natural laziness had slowly but surely the Italian Stallion into a lumbering bear. He opened the door and looked down at the angry little otter who lived in his property stood there with fire in his eyes.

"What can I do you for, Alex?" Tony asked easily leaning against the doorway on one arm. He flashed a hairy, unwashed pit and his wifebeater rode up. He scratched his fuzzy midriff and watched the poor little guy's resolve falter. Tony wasn't queer or nothin', but he always loved attention, especially if he could use it to shut up whiny tenants.

The yappy little dude ran a hand down his bearded face quickly and his anger had returned. "I just stepped through one of the rotten planks on my staircase, which I told you needed to be replaced! You need to get someone to fix those immediately or-"

"Listen Adam," The giant man bowled over the irritating little tirade. "All complaints must be put in writing and submitted via email, we've talked about this."

"I did that! Two months ago! And you ignored me! Now I have come in person to tell you if you don't get someone on it immediately I will withhold my rent, which I think you will find is within my rights in this city!" Tony didn't know if he wanted to punch the little dork or give him a noogie like he was an annoying little brother. He took in a deep breath and sighed.

"Do you have photographic evidence of the damage?"

The little dweeb practically jumped out of his skin getting his phone. "Yes indeed I do, I'd like you to take a look at these! I could have been killed! And Mrs. Lexington is my witness, these stairs need to..."

The yapping continued incessantly as tony looked down at the photo of the hole in the step. He rolled his eyes at the minor damage when something glinted just outside of his vision. What is that? He thought absently, his eyes following the dangling charm on his tenant's phone. So prettyyyy.... The charm twirled around and a word flashed across his eyes and burned deep into his brain:

OBEDIENCE

The slob's scruffy jaw went slack, falling open. A string of drool slowly spooled as the little man in front of him continued to emphatically prattle in his direction.

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"I bet I could get some of your other tenants together and start a strike, I'm sure you treat them just as neglectfully as you treat me, is that what you want Mr. Maru- ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME MISTER MARUCCI?" Alek was red in the face from his one-sided argument. when he finally looked at up at the landlord, the man was staring at nothing with his face and arms slack.

"listeninggggg" groaned the entranced bear.

"Wha- what are you doing?" Alek said, suddenly worried the handsome slob was having a stroke.

"Obeeedieeent" he crooned in reply, giggling dumbly.

Alek was confused for a second, and then remembered the word on the watch fob. "Are you...no, that's insane..." He regarded his landlord suspiciously. "Stand up straight."

The entranced goon in front of him immediately complied, his arms at his sides and his feet together. His jaw snapped shut, and he looked like a chubby toy soldier. Alek didn't know how to react, and he laughed frantically. He ushered his unwitting victim into his own house. I wonder what I can get away with, he thought to himself.

"Take off your shirt" He commanded imperiously. The bear complied, peeling off his sweaty wifebeater and revealing his hair peppered belly, chest, shoulders, and back. Alek reached out gingerly. He was scared of breaking the spell, but as he felt the warm, pliant flesh of his landlord's belly, the man simply leaned into his touch and hummed a single, needy note in the back of his throat.

"Do fifteen jumping jacks." The man instantly followed instructions, bouncing in time in a way that waws nearly hypnotic to Alek. His silky basketball shorts slowly migrated down his hips as he jumped, revealing that he was going commando, and that he had never heard of manscaping. Finally, with most of his pubes and half his ass hanging out, he stopped and stood up straight. "Behave normally."

Tony seemed to snap out of it with a snort, but he was still clearly fully absorbed by Alek. "Hey Alek! Don't worry about that staircase, I'll someone out there as soon as possible, I promise."

"In the meantime, I can stay here with you." Alek suggested.

"In the meantime, you can stay here with me!" Tony smiled, as if he'd come up with it.

"It could take a month for someone to get out there so I'll make myself at home." Alek smirked

"It could take a month for someone to get out there so please make yourself at home." Tony parroted hanging off his tenant's every word so much that they felt more like his true thoughts than his actual internal monologue.

"I can take your bed obviously, rent-free, and I can use your body however I see fit. You'll love whatever I do to you."

"You can take my bed obviously, rent-free, and you can use my body however you see fit. I'll love whatever you do to me" The mindfucked landlord grinned stupidly back.

"I'm so glad to hear it, Mr. Marucci, or should I say Tony" Alek grinned. Now why don't you show me to the bedroom, and you can show me just how sorry you are for breaching our contract?" In a flash, the giant bear was leading his new owner to his bed to start the beginning of his new life.

A life of Obedience

#gay bear #slob #mindfuck #brainwashing #straight to gay #male tf

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fountainpenguin · 9 months

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"Gather up your tears; keep 'em in your pocket...."

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I saw that we were short on Captain Tangent 'fics, so I wrote one... with no dialogue. Enjoy the boy!

“A penny for your thoughts (Oh no)”

Read on AO3

Character study series

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This was meant to be 2k words, but my OG opening line got pushed nearly 5k down by impromptu tangents and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way.

(First 1,000[+] words under the cut)

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For "safety reasons," Connor spends his whole 4th grade year with Uncle Bill, Aunt Josie, and his 6-year-old cousin Lilith. It's quite the adjustment. He's almost taller than all three of them (separately- not combined), even though his next growth spurt hasn't kicked in yet. Yeah, puberty's been taking its sweet time with that. He's started sprouting blond stubble down his legs and under his arms, but the extra hair is all he has to show for himself so far.

Rapid hair growth actually runs in the family. His dad used to sport a full, fuzzy beard. You know, both his parents have always had hairy arms and legs. It's fun to watch goosebumps prickle up in waves. Mom's arm does that when they watch scary movies together. Like Duskrunners: an enchanting tale of psychological horror and mystery! First filmed in 1944, directed by Cora J. Williams. The lead actress and actor later got married, even though they both died onscreen in much too gruesome of a way for a young boy to see. But it was fun!

Connor's been scruffy ever since he was a kid. He's still a kid, freshly 10 years old (His birthday flew past him in September) - but, well… you know. Once when he was young and roaming the beach with shovel and pail, he even overheard a little girl whisper to her mother, asking why he had "fur" all down his back. It's just how genetics dealt his hand. He also has poor teeth, but that's partly his own fault. He devours all sorts of sweets, especially from the arcade's prize counter or the coin dispenser machines at the front of the grocery store. You can find all sorts of hard candy there. His favorite flavor's cherry, but it wasn't always. For the last three years, he's leaned towards grape. Before that, he liked blueberry. Something about strong fruity flavors just tickles his fancy.

Though, there's definitely something to be said about cotton candy. A single lick always conjures up memories of exploring the amusement park, hand in hand with Dad while Mom snapped pictures with one of the dozen disposable cameras she carried around. Actually, dozen is a bit of a misconception. She had eight of those cameras. Gifts from her mother-in-law, they were. She rarely uses them anymore.

Not because she doesn't like her mother-in-law. Actually, they've always gotten along great. Connor's even named after her: his Granny Connie. There's an interesting story he can tell about her: Granny Connie thrived as the best swimmer on her high school team in her younger years. She won every contest. Her backyard stood full of conifers, and she even kept a pet conure as a kid. And she might have been a part-time con-woman. Not sure; her stories can be a little convoluted. One thing he does remember quite clearly is the way Granny Connie often said that telling stories reminded her of baking bread. Sometimes you have to let them sit and leave them there to rise. What a listener chooses to do with their freshly cut slice of bread after that is entirely up to them.

Sometimes Connor counts himself lucky to be blond. It was inevitable, of course. Both his parents have light-colored hair. It means he can see himself quite well in their old pictures- even the black and white ones. It feels familiar. Mom always says he looks just like she did back in her day. Undoubtedly true. See, Mom's always been as honest as a piggy bank. Her paintings reflect this; the landscapes she dabbles in shine without exaggeration. She gave up lying a long time ago, back when he was but a wee boy hoping for a cookie or cupcake in the evenings. The thing is, she often needs to think before she answers him. Her hands stall in completely different ways before she answers him in truth versus when she's lightly fibbing. He's picked up on that and she'll never pull one over him again.

Not that her lies have ever been cruel, by any means. Oh, goodness no. The fact is, Mom's all so very sensitive with her praise. He might be too, in her position; she's both an artist and an art critic. Makes her cranky sometimes. But really, she's the most supportive woman he could ask for as a mother. He and Ruth both love her dearly. Ruth's his half-sister, away at university right now. Sometimes she calls. She's quite busy at the moment, though. Seems like she's dating someone new every couple weeks, but at least the revolving door of potential partners always bring along exciting stories.

You wouldn't guess it if you only knew his mom, but Connor's been classed as "the tall one" ever since his birth. Entirely true! No embellishment necessary. He and Ruth always stand in the middle or back row of the extended family photos. The pictures hanging here in his aunt and uncle's hallway are proof of that. They have six photos- one for every other year since they tied a knot together. Where that knot lies now, he isn't sure. Aunt Josie is an eldest daughter. A bit of a control freak, but nice enough. Needs everything kept ship-shape, though, and she'll tell you in those exact words.

Once, Connor actually did try to sit cross-legged on the floor with most of his cousins during a photo session. It didn't really pan out. At least, not any better than their interactions around the kids' table come Thanksgiving. There are three young sprouts blooming from his mom's side and four on his dad's. Plus half a dozen more from Mom's first husband, but the Harrisons are certainly a wily bunch and even he can barely keep up with them. They seem to multiply like rabbits. Or was it rats?

No, definitely rabbits. Also through the Harrison side of his family, he and Ruth proudly claim connection with an estranged second cousin named Flynn who's been parasailing in fourteen different countries… or possibly more than that by now. All his cousins have such a varied range of interests that it's a wonder they all grew up in the same family. One of his cousins likes race cars. Two of them - they're twins - know more about dinosaurs than Connor ever will, even if he studies bones for the rest of his life. That's not to say he isn't fond of bones. He's always admired a good museum or aquarium exhibit depicting hulking skeletal beasts suspended on cable and twine. Though, he does know the difference between a tarsal and a metatarsal, so perhaps it's a worthy field of study to investigate as he grows older. What's that line of research called again? Paleontology?

You know, Connor was never into dinosaurs or race cars as a kid. He liked scaling trees, playing croquet, splashing through the creek, catching lizards and grasshoppers, and all sorts of adventuring like that. He used to scratch his legs up real good in the process. Er… real bad. Badly? Either way, Mom always sent him to rinse off when he came stumbling back home. Sometimes he'd even be hopping on one leg. Showers are never a delightful way to spend his free time, but it's a necessary cruelty; infection's no fun for anybody. She'd make a game of it. And it worked for them; she'd pay attention to him instead of to her art. Connor could talk to her one-sidedly while she looked him over, smearing rubbing alcohol up and down his legs with her palm. She'd kiss him on the forehead and ruffle his hair before he went romping off again, dragging a stuffed toy or a kite behind him.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

#Captain Tangent #WordGirl #ridwriting #Cursed magnet prince #apparently art #Satirical vocab alien child show #fic announcement

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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My love, his duty // Chapter 12

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Chapter summary: It was all too good to be true and while you hold your newborn baby in your arms, your enemies are gathering against you.

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mediaeval customs, Religious persons mentioned, a baptism, a cute little baby, use of opioids for medical purposes,

There is many time lapses in this chapter, it´s like a collection of small one shots

(I should say there is always a cardenal, bishop or other religious person running around, it's just how it works in this times I guess)

+18 please. Minors be warned

Word Count (Chapter): 4k

Time seemed to stop, everything around him lost all of its importance, the worlds could burn around him, and he couldn’t care less. Bucky held his son in his arms for the very first time. The baby is trying to focus his new eyes on his. Bucky leaned in until he pressed his lips against his forehead. And chuckling when Henry sneezed and frowned his little face, clearly tickled by his father’s beard

“My son,” he whispered, cradling him in his arms. He looked in your direction and he found you sleeping, poor thing, you were so tired, even though it had been an uneventful birth, and Bruce explained you didn’t rip, whatever that meant, that you were not injured, and the Prince was delivered into this world without a hitch

His attention went back to his small little face. He was so small, so innocent. And what amazed him the most was that it was all you. You made him, he could hand to you the throne right now.

He walked with his son in his arms out of the room and into his privy council’s meeting, where he found Steve, waiting for him, he impatiently walked towards his friend

“Look at him” he demanded, without stop smiling, “Look at your Prince” he was so excited he couldn't hide it any longer

“He is perfect, your Majesty” admired Steve, looking at the baby, who was sleeping soundly, “Is the Queen well?”

“Yes, she is sleeping, otherwise she wouldn’t have let me take the Prince out of her sight”

“Her mother instincts are kicking in” he said with a shy smile

“They indeed are” admired Bucky

“The court is dying to meet the Prince” Steve said gently, looking at the reactions from the King, and James smiled widely

“I want all of them to see him,” he said, as if he were a kid after Christmas morning, not being able to wait to show all of his toys. “Gather them, I must show them his Prince” Steve smiled widely and ran off the office

Bucky walked towards the throne room where he knew his court was waiting, his eyes never left his son, who had his eyes open lazyly. He knew newborns usually slept for most of the day, but he seemed to recognize he was in an unknown environment and on the move, even though he was in his father’s embrace. He draw soft noises his little mouth moved like searching for something, he guessed he was in need of his mother’s breast.But introducing him to the court was more important, but he needed to do it quickly before his son started crying

He watched at his guards looking at him, and even though it was their job to introduce his arrival, they both looked at him wide eyed when they noticed he was carrying the Prince

They both bowed to him

“With all the respect Your Majesty, congratulations” said the first, trying to take a peek at the baby. He only smiled proudly.

“Thank you” he said, leaning in so they could see him, and once they did and drew smiles. They bowed again and announced to the court the entrance

“His majesty the King, and His royal highness, Prince Henry” they said vigorously. And opened wide both doors

He saw the faces of his friends first, Anthony, Sam, and Steve, and they all bowed to him and to his son

“Meet the Prince” he shouted, and he knew all the court who had gathered there wanted to see the newborn

He never felt so proud, he bever felt so happy. His legacy was secured

After the big introduction, when his son woke up and started to get fuzzy, he returned to her chambers. Bucky entered the room slowly, but he saw you were awake he smiled apologetically at you, holding your son in his arms

“Where were you?” you asked, not being able to hide your indignity. He walked towards you until he reached the bed, gesturing to give your son back

“I’m sorry love” you eagerly took your son in your arms again, cuddling him against your chest, “I wanted to show the court their new Prince” you looked at him angrily

“I was scared, you took him without asking me” you pointed out, “I woke up and he…”

“Honey, remember that he is a Prince” he said carefully, but strongly, “He belongs to the crown”

“I know” you grunted, “I just got scared” you whispered, watching him close his big eyes with a yawn, and in a second he was sleeping cuddling against your breast

“They all loved him” he said gently, sitting by your side, looking at his son, “he is indeed, perfect”

“He is just a baby” you reminded him gently, “I’m really hoping you know he is not perfect, not he is going to be” he looked at you puzzled, “I know he already has a lot on his shoulders for being a Prince, but I really don’t think that kind of pressure is going to be good for him” he then smiled gently

“With you as his mother I have no doubt he will be the best King this kingdom has ever has” he said gently, “I’ll remember your words my sweet Queen, we will raise him good, without the pressure of the crown” you smiled thankfully

“I love you” you whispered

“I love you too” You were interrupted by a woman dressed in a perfect black dress with a white apron. In her head there was a white cloth, fixing her auburn hair in a perfect manner. She was of age, older than you, with a kind smile and dark eyes

“Your majesties” she greeted bowing profoundly. James smiled at her as he knew who she was

“He is the Prince, Henry” he introduced, and you looked at both of them without knowing what to do

“And you are?” you asked

“I’m Lady May, your majesty” she said, again bowing

“She is Henry’s nanny, my love,” he said gently. James took your son from your arms and under your surprised gaze, he handed to her

“But…” you protested, as you watched the wretched woman take your baby from the room, “He is mine James” you protested, rage made your body hot. He only kissed your forehead as a consolation, not caring about your anger towards the royal-stealer woman

“I know honey, but let them do their work, ok? Their nannies are here to help you and take care of him” you growled, under the surprised watch of your husband, “You need to regain your strength” he reminded you

“I’m fine” you protested, “I want my son with me” you protested

“You just gave birth” he fighted, “You need your rest let the nannies help you”

“I don’t need help, I need my son in my arms” he reached for a cup from your night stand and handed it to you.

“Milk of the poppy to help you sleep my love”

“But my king” you cried, but when you saw his face, those eyes filled with determination, “When I wake again will they return him to me?” you relented

“Of course my love, as you wish” he whispered, so you took the drink. And the sharp pain in your lower region began to relent, but as your felt better, you also felt more tired

“Goodnight my Queen” Bucky layed on the bed beside you, cradling you against his body and kissing your temple. And you lost consciousness

As soon as you regained your strength, the pain was no more and you could stand, the King organised a grand christening for his son, his heir and Prince of this Kingdom

It was hosted in the cathedral, and Steve was appointed as his godfather, and held your naked and squalling child in his arms when the bishop had poured holy water over his dark haired head, as he chanted “I baptise thy, In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, amen”

“He already has the strength of a Prince” said your King with proudness filling his voice, as the entire cathedral could hear his screams and cries

“I'm scared he´ll drop him” you whispered only for his ears, and in the corner of your eye you saw him smiling and containing his laugh

“Nobody is dropping our child, and if he does I´ll have his head” he whispered back. You entangled your arm with his and he drew you near him, “How are you feeling?”

“Better each day, still hurts a little bit” he kissed your temple without taking his eyes off the ceremony, specially his son

“I’m glad you are recuperating” he said softly, “As soon as this is over you are going back to bed”

“Yes your majesty” you mumbled with a snarky point to your frase

“God of infinite goodness, send prosperous life and long to his high and mighty, Prince of Brook, Henry” chanted the bishop. Your son had stopped crying, and he cooed happily as he was being held and cradled by Steve´s strong arms and soft velvet clothing

As they started to walk away from you, into the great hallway, you paced impatiently

“They can't hold him naked like that” you whispered to your husband, “He is going to get sick” James chuckled as he put his lips to your temple to soothe your worries

“Don't worry my love” he muttered against your skin, as Steve was given a white cloth in which he covered the baby, “There you go”

Steve showed the Prince to everyone in the Cathedral, as Bucky parted from your side leaving you standing in the middle of the altar alone

Steve turned towards you, and he made a great ceremonial gesture, when handed you your baby, you received him carefully, cuddling him to your chest

When he was placed comfortably in your arms, everyone bowed to you both, as you kissed his little forehead as he cooed happily, undoubtedly recognizing you. He looked so much like his father it made your chest fill with warmth, but he had all your colouring

“God bless the Pince” the archbishop chanted, and all the cathedral followed

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night and you weren't there beside him. Scared, he took foot and walked towards your chambers, but you weren't there either. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the nursery, and there you were, it shook him to find you nursing your child from your own breast, but also, it made him increase his desires for you

The night nurses of the prince looked at him with apologetic looks, noded and left you both

“Sweetheart” he murmured. You raise your eyes to look at him, and you almost feel embarrassed, “You shouldn't…”

“Why can't I feed my own child from my own breast?” you asked, still holding the baby, his tiny lips suckling into your nipple, Bucky didn't know why, but it made his manhood throb, “I'm his mother”

“Queens don't do that” you look down at your son, suckling, and making those tiny noises that warmed your heart and you loved so, so much

“I'm sorry” you separated him from you softly, he grunted, but fell asleep instantly in your arms. Bucky was there to receive him, to let you arrange your nightgown

Bucky admired his son, and his milk-drunk little face, remnants of your milk still on his lips, and he purred happily in his father's arms, sleeping profoundly

“I just love those sounds he makes” you said, reaching on your feet the two loves of your life. Bucky sororounded you with his arm and draw to to him, kissing the top of your head while he cuddled his son with his other arm

“Can we take him with us?” you asked, batting your eyelashes to him, he only smiled

“Only for tonight” you extended your arms to receive your baby, but he shook his head, “Mine” he grunted playfully, you just giggled and let yourself be gently pushed by him to his chambers.

You cuddled in bed, the prince sleeping in his father’s chest and you cuddled on his side, admiring Bucky and Henry. James had his arms wrapped protectively around you, and the other caressing his son’s back

He, again, never felt so happy

The morning was chaotic when the nurses came for the little guy, and you almost threw punches at them, but you relented when James gave you a warning look. Fearing the war that was brewing between you and his son’s nurses

They might have won the morning battle, but then at noon when he was getting hungry and emerged from his privy council’s chambers. He frowned when he saw the group of nurses and wet nurses walking hastily through the corridors, like looking for something, or someone

“Excuse me!” he called, all the ladies stopped and bowed to him

“Your majesty” they murmured at the same time

“Where's the prince?” he asked, one of them, the oldest, gave a step forwards him and bowed

“I´m sorry your majesty, but her majesty the Queen took the Prince, and we cannot find her”

“Oh really?” he asked, incredulous. She nodded nervously. “She is not in her chambers, not in the gardens, or your chambers…”

“Ok” he sighed loudly, having a faint idea of where you might be.

He finds you in the furthest and tallest of the towers of the castle, a single room filled with sunlight, carpets and big pillows layed on the floor for the comfort of those who may use this place to read or to find comfort in peace. He found you there, sitting amongst big cushions, playing with your son, he could almost hear his giggles, although he was too young yet

“(Y/N)” he called, you look at him as like you just have been caught doing something wrong, “Imagine my surprise when I see a flock of nurses and ladies in waiting looking for my missing son, claiming he was taken by his mother” you pouted but then you returned your attention to your son

“They spend too much time with him, they barely let me hold him” you whined, eyes filled with unshed tears of longing, and the constant feeling that you were doing something wrong when it came to your own baby, the one thing in which you couldn't misstep

“They are here to help you” he seated on the floor right next to you

“But he is mine” you said, “My baby, I barely spend time with him”

“You are a Queen, who is busy with matters of state” he murmured, his face lined up with yours to watch your son, resting in your thighs, at the sight of his father he smiled widely, looking at him with joy in his face

“I feel like I do everything wrong when it comes to him” you cried, finally shedding some tears, “I want to learn how to take care of him, not let other people do it…”

“I know my love, but the Kingdom needs you”

“My son needs me most” you pouted, he cleaned your tear stained cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you softly.

“Let the nannies do their job” he whispered against your lips, and his tone did not allowed contradictions

Bucky practised alongside Steve and Sam in the hunting field, bow and arrow in hand, practising their shots as the new hunting season was coming close, and since you were no longer pregnant, your appetite for boar had return stronger than ever

Vision ran towards the trio, heavy breaths and a scare look on his face, so scared that made the three friends stop everything they were doing to look at the Second in command

“Lord Zemo is back” said Vision, right to the point.

“How? Why?”

“He had gathered an army with his sympathisers, and it’s taking the fields”

“Shit!” Bucky cursed

“This a clear declaration of war” saif Steve, “we need to gather our banners and take the field as well”

“I agree” sentenced Buky, “Call everyone in, and call Lord Fury” the four of them started walking back towards the palace

“He is the one who received the information”

“Does he know where they are gathering?” he asked Bucky

“He believed they are gathering in the Baron’s domain, near the border with her majesty's Kingdom”

“Do you think they are in on it?” asked Bucky then, “Do you think her father would support them?”

“Absolutely no” muttered Vision, “They have enough problemas of their own”

“We have to take measures, their intentions are clear and like I said, bring everyone in, call in Tony and tell him he and his Duchess and her new daughter all can come here, I will not have our court out there in the open” he said firmly, he knew of all the Baron’s tactics and their father’s before him, and he knew how close the court where, and right now they were sitting ducks in their castles far from the capital.

“Good, I will bring everyone in” said Vision and changed ways to run towards the aviary, to end the ravens

“So, we are going to war?” asked Steve, a worried look on his face

“I’m afraid so” muttered Bucky, “it’s been long overdue, but I’m afraid of what this would do to the people, Sam” he called and his friend nodded, “I want you to run and go towards all the towns from here to the Baron’s, I want everyone to show surrender, I will not, under any circumstances have any of my people suffer because of this, tell them I will not hold anything against them if they chose to surrender under the Baron, but also gather every fighting men you can”

“Wise choice, I will” he crossed his arm across his chest and nodded strongly, and ran off towards the stables

“And I need you by my side” he said to Steve, “to be the general””

“Great, I will be here” he said firmly, “Are you going to tell her?”

“I can't hide something like this from her” he muttered, both men entered the castle and walked through the large corridors, “But at the same time I want to protect her”

“She can protect herself, I think” muttered Steve

“I know” he said, “But she is so occupied with our son that I don’t want to disturb her”

“You need to secure your son you know the Baron has friends everywhere, and the entire court is here”

“What are you saying?”

“You need to send your son south” Steve said with a serious look on is face, “Your father murdered their family, don’t doubt for a second that the birth of the Prince isn’t what triggered the Baron to gather his banners again” Bucky cursed under his breath because Steve was again, correct

“Can you set it up? Nobody can Know where the prince is going except for us” he whispered

“I will send my and your best men on the job, and he will be going to my territories in the South”

“Good, yes”

You stormed the hallways looking for the King, seeing red so intensely you actually thought of grabbing your sword and threatening him with it, you found him surrounded by his men, on the table a big map of the entire Kingdom but you didn’t care about that, as soon as he saw your face he cleared the room

“Why would you send him away?” you asked, tears threatening to fall from your eyes “You do not love him?”

“Of course I do!” he said, almost offended, “I love him with all my heart!”

“Then why?” he saw the tears in your eyes and he softened his gaze upon you

“My darling, it is costum for the princes and princesses of the throne to have their own houses, and a crew of persons to take care of them” he explained to you but it did not matter, watching your baby part from you had broken your heart. You whined, in pain, feeling actual pain in your chest

“But he is just a baby,” you contradicted “how is it going to be good for him to be apart from me, his mother and you, his father?” He looked at you as if he would look at something cute, and you hated him for it, so you growled and gave your back to him. Only to heard him chuckle

“Are you upset with me, my love?” he asked, amused

“Yes!” you shouted, he placed his hand on your shoulder and made you turn softly, you were pouting and he had a grand smile on his face. He cradled your face with his big hands, and he leaned in to kiss you, “He is mine!” you said, rejecting the kiss and growling, a fierceness growing inside of you, heating every part of your insides

“My Love, I´m afraid to tell you that the prince is property of the state” he said softly, his brow furrowed, his eyes big and worried. And based on the face you were putting up, he feared that you would bite his head off, “But the good news is what we are the state” he continued

“Are you implying that your council had something to do with this?”

“No, my love, I´m just adjusting to the traditions” he said softly

“But if he is to succeed you one day wouldn´t it be good for him to stay by your side?” you asked hopefully. He pouted briefly before he leaned in and kissed your forehead, silently saying he wouldn't back down, “He is going to forget me” you said when he gently parted from you

“He won't, we´ll visit him weekly, he will never forget you” he assured you, “And they can bring him to you whenever you want”

“Very well” you said, not very much convinced, but you earned another kiss from him

“I like you like this, this lioness defending her cub” he purred, and you couldn't help but smile shyly, “We shall make another one, so you´ll be comforted again”

“Another one?”

“And another one after that” you giggled as he kissed you again, “And I want a little girl, to take her looks after her mother”

“Then you shall have a daughter” you muttered

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded, as you had your monthly bleeding last week, indicating you were ready to bear another child, and you felt as strong as ever, even ready for the battlefield. He smiled widely, “Then I shall visit your chambers tonight” you smiled and nodded again, as he kissed you

“I thought there as only one chamber now: ours” you muttered, he smiled widely

“I thought It was special to conceive our children in a particular bed”

“The we should go to Madripoor” you said jokingly, “there is probably where we made Henry”

“Even though I’d like to think I got it right the first time I had you…” you both chuckled at the same time, “you are right my sweet queen” he purred against your lips, “I think is time we go to our special place” when he hugged you, he look over your shoulder at the table, and all the planning he was doing for the upcoming war, and suddenly it hit him, you were not going to be able to go back to Madripoor and he definitely could not get another baby in your belly, at least not right away

He has hid information before and you almost left him because of it, he could not do it again, but how was he going to tell you about the civil war that was looming over your peaceful Kingdom? He needed you right by his side, he needed your help but also he knew that if he told you, there was no way he was going to be able to shake you away

He was going to tell you, but first he needed to make sure you’ll stay here, safe, away from the danger.

But how?

Notes: Don’t hate Bucky please hahaha, I take inspiration from the series “The Tudors” and after also research, I found out that the prince, and princesses were sent away by their parents to their own houses, and even though is very sad, I did want to make this history-accurate, we will see the Prince shortly! I promise. AND DO NOT GIVE OPIOIDS TO WOMEN WHO JUST HAD GIVEN BIRTH! Ajjajajaja

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