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nanaslutt · 4 months

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Rivalry

synopsis: Geto and Gojo learn to share (you)

cont: fem reader, they're all 'friends', masturbation, oral (they eat you out together), making out (satosugu), competitiveness, arguing, teasing, dirty talk, choking, hand jobs, so much sexual tension it hurts

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Satoru jabs his shoulder into Suguru's not acknowledging it as he pulled your thigh over his shoulder harder, bringing your cunt more towards him. Geto felt the vein in his forehead pop out as he tsked loudly, repeating the same action Gojo had just done to him, his warm fingers digging into your other thigh as he tried and failed to pull you more towards him thanks to Satoru's iron grip.

The duo continued giving each other painfully obvious side eyes and noises of disgust at the other. "Hey... hey- hey!!" You snapped, snapping the men out of their childish fight as their heads turned to face yours. You propped your arms behind you on the bed, looking down at them with a scowel. "Stop fucking fights, you assholes are stretching my legs too much I can feel my ligaments ripping." You said dramatically.

Your legs were spread so far apart to accommodate both obnoxiously wide and built men, you were already struggling enough, and now they were trying to pull you apart like some dog toy. "It seems like you two are more interested in yourselves than me. Maybe this wasn't a good idea." You said with a scowl, ready to end this before it even started.

"No! no, no, we'll behave." Gojo said quickly, panic evident in his tone as he took your words seriously. "Won't we, Suguru?" The white-haired man looked over at the man next to him with a faux smile plastered on his face. Suguru's lip twitched as he forced his own smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Right, sorry pretty." He replied, pursing his lips at his best friend before he directed his eyes at you once more, his expression immediately softening.

"Yeah?" You asked, raising your eyebrows as you looked between the two of them. "You mean it? You really won't fight anymore?" You continued, a hint of malicious intent behind your tone. The boys must've picked up on it because neither of them dared to move, their faces void of emotion as they looked at you expectantly, knowing something else was coming.

"Then kiss."

It was cartoonish the way their jaws dropped in tandem, they stayed silent as they waited for you to say 'just kidding', but it never came. "What? If you're so friendly now, what's a little kiss, hm?" You said, trying to hold back your laughter at their expressions, "Unless..." You continued, your voice tone changing to one laced with faux uncertainty, "...you guys lied? You're going to keep fighting huh? Might as well end this now in that case-" Your words got caught in your throat as Gojo turned his head toward Geto and grabbed his neck harshly, forcing their faces together as he kissed him harshly.

"Oh~" You cooed, your eyebrows raising at the unexpected action. Truthfully, you were only teasing them, but you guessed they were taking this more seriously than you thought, just how bad did they want you? "Mmm!" Geto moaned against his best friend's lips in surprise as he stilled, his lips not moving against Gojo's as he did all the work, slotting his lips against Geto's.

Suguru's hand gripped Gojo's wrist in a warning as the white-haired man's fingers dug into the sides of his neck dominatingly. There was no way Geto was going to let Satoru take charge like this. You felt yourself throb between your legs when Geto released Gojo's hand and took his slender neck in his the same way Gojo was doing to him. When he squeezed, a choked moan was released from Gojo's lips into the kiss.

He had expected Geto to fight back, but he didn't expect him to be so rough. Geto started moving his mouth against Gojo's, trying to gain control. The two of them were quite literally fighting with their lips. The kiss was full of teeth, tongue, and spit as the growled agaisnt the other's lips. Saliva was dripping down Gojo's chin from how harshly Geto was licking into his mouth as he fought Gojo's tongue for dominance.

But the stubborn blue-eyed man wasn't one to back down from a fight. He tried to ignore the throbbing he felt in his boxers as he choked Geto out while he tongued his mouth, trying to stick his tongue down the other's throat. Their eyes stayed open for the most part as they looked into the eyes of the other challengingly, only fluttering shut briefly when one squeezed the other's neck, they must both be sensitive there.

"Okay, okay. I think you guys have proved yourselves." You giggled, interrupting their kiss. They detached their lips from the other at the sound of your voice, almost like they were in a daze and your voice was the key that set them free. Both men breathed heavily with red faces and lidded eyes as they looked at the other. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" You asked, trying to ignore the intense throbbing you felt between your thighs so you could tease them a little more.

Geto released his hand from Gojo's neck, making the other follow suit before he looked between your legs and noticed a drop of your slick was sliding down your inner thigh. Suguru smirked as he wiped up the trail of your arousal before he wiped his finger through your folds, making your body jolt in surprise as he smeared the wetness agaisnt your clit, "Yeah... guess you liked it too, huh?" He asked, smirking as he slowly rubbed your little bud with his pointer finger.

Gojo couldn't ignore the throbbing he felt between his thighs any longer as he watched Geto rub your swollen clit. He started grinding his hips into the sheets for some relief as he gripped your thigh over his shoulder for support, taking in the sight in front of him greedily.

"H-hey... I didn't say you could touch me yet." You spoke softly, trying to keep your voice steady as you spoke, the task proving incredibly difficult from Geto's light teasing touch. "No?" he replied, it was his turn to tease you now. "But you're begging for it down here, should I just ignore what she wants? That doesn't seem very nice." Geto spoke, referring to your cunt like it was a person.

You stayed silent, trying to hold your moans and whines back from his ministrations. "Cmon Satoru, back me up." He said, surprising the man on his left. That kiss really had done wonders, just earlier they were fighting about who got to be closer to your cunt and now they were working together to touch you? In your heart, you knew this comradery wouldn't last long, but it was nice to see if only for a little bit.

Satoru didn't even look Suguru's way, instead, his eyes stayed zeroed in on your pussy as he reached out and used his index and middle fingers to drag through your folds near the entrance of your pussy and scoop up some of your wetness there while Geto rubbed your clit. "Oh fuck... you're right, that kiss did more for you than it did for us, huh?" Gojo teased, rubbing circles around your tight entrance teasingly, making you think he might slip his fingers in at any moment.

Satoru looked towards the man next to him when he laughed incredulously, clearly not a sound that was backing up his previous words, no, this laugh was directed at him. "Don't play coy, I saw how you were rutting your hips against the bed. Kissing me got your dick all stiff huh?" Geto teased, laughing at his best friend. Gojo tsked, his lips curling in a snarl. He was right though, although it wasn't all from the kiss, Gojo couldn't deny that the little interaction they shared had made him horny, maybe even made him leak in his boxers a little.

"Look who's acting all high and mighty when you're as hard as I am right now. Your lucky your laying on your stomach, I bet your boner is so fucking obvious through those thin-ass shorts." Gojo shot back, both the men's fingers on your pussy pausing as they started arguing once more. You sighed, you knew they wouldn't be able to get along for longer than five minutes.

"Do you want to kiss again?" You asked, your words immediately ceasing all arguing between the boys. Honestly, they both didn't mind the kiss, they could both agree internally the other was a good kisser and they were pretty easy on the eyes, but they would rather die than admit that out loud, hence why their big egos made them shut their mouth when you threatened them with a kiss.

"Really? You hated it that much?" You giggled, shaking your head at their childishness. "So I guess you would really hate touching each other too, right?" Your words sent chills down their spine, but not in a negative way, in a pleasant way, which shocked them both. They had pecked on the lips as high schoolers teasingly and jerked off in the same room while watching porn together once or twice, but they had never dared to cross that line.

Their silence spoke volumes, you watched their eyes dart around the room as their faces scrunched in embarrassment. You decided to give them a break, not wanting to push them too hard, but you weren't going to give up on this so easily. "Relax, it was just a question." You said, easing the tension that had filled up the room.

"It's not nice to tease people you know," Gojo replied, leaning in to press a kiss to your inner thigh, his hair tickling your skin. You gasped quietly in surprise, your body squirming against the sheets as he continued pressing kisses against you. "A-all you do is tease people Satoru." You replied before Geto could, effectively stopping yet another argument. Geto smirked when you took the words right out of his mouth.

"I'm older than you, you should treat your elders with respect. Picking on you builds character." He replied, making you snort. 'Elders', he wasn't even that much older than you. You were about to respond when you felt his lips kiss your pussy, right against your folds below your throbbing clit. "Did that feel good?" He asked, repeating the action, making your hands fall into his hair, carding through the strands.

Looking over to Geto you noticed his face looked more relaxed than he did seconds ago. His eyes were more lidded and his mouth was slightly open in a small o as he watched Gojo kiss your pussy, not yet using his tongue against you. It was only when you noticed his shoulder moving up and down that you realized why he looked so flushed, he was touching himself. He swallowed hard before biting his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes briefly closing as he palmed himself over his shorts for some relief.

"Suguru... I want you to touch me too." You replied. It was so obvious he wanted to join in but didn't really know where to fit in. He was practically salivating as he watched Gojo kiss where he wanted to put his own lips. He looked up at you and gave you a lazy smile, one that made your heart skip in your chest. "Yeah? Want me to lick your pussy?" He asked, starting to lean his head closer to where you needed him.

"Hey, there's no room for you down here, go somewhere else," Gojo responded, dragging his lips down your thighs on Geto's side to emphasize his words. "Make room then," Geto responded, knocking his head against Gojo's as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh where Gojo just did. In his head, he was erasing Gojo's kisses, such a childish thought.

You abandoned one of your hands on Gojo's head to rest on Geto's, digging your fingers into his hair. "P-please... do something." You begged, your voice coming out needier than you were expecting. "Ohh? Were you just telling me how you didn't give me permission to touch you? Are you giving me permission now?" Gojo asked, trying to make your words all about him.

You dug your fingers deeper into his hair, you felt your annoyance much stronger with how aroused you were, you weren't in the mood to be teased by him anymore. "Yes, fuck, both of you. C'mon, hurry." You instructed, pushing both of their heads towards where you needed them the most.

The two men were so absorbed in their own little world with you that they bumped heads when they both tried to lick your clit at the same time. "Fuck, Satoru moves your head, I wanna suck her clit." Geto growled, knocking his head against his once more, on purpose this time. "No, you move, that's what I was going to do." Gojo shot back, his face flushed with his arousal and need to touch you.

You sighed, staying quiet this time as you wanted to see where this fight took them. Maybe they were able to figure something out without your interference, but if they couldn't, you would have to step in and fix their attitudes.

"You're so annoying, get your own ideas," Geto responded, shoving Gojo's head harshly against your thigh, successfully pushing him out of the way so he could latch onto your clit. You gasped when you felt the plushness of his lips around your neglected bud, your back arching at the stimulation. Gojo snarled as he watched Geto get the first real taste of you, but he couldn't deny the harsh twitch of his cock in his boxers when he caught a glimpse of Geto's soft tongue poking out between his lip as he caressed your clit with it.

Gojo decided he was going to do what he wanted to do anyway, and in the process, make Geto so uncomfortable that he let Gojo take his current place in sucking your clit. His next actions had your pussy clenching around nothing. Gojo leaned in and tilted his head at an angle before sticking his tongue out and forcing his tongue under Geto's to poke at your clit.

Geto had felt Gojo's soft hair tickle the side of his face when he leaned in, but he figured the man was going to suck you lower or tongue fuck you, not make out with him while trying to lick your clit. Surugu's eyes cracked open in disbelief but not once did he cease his tongue's movements agaisnt you. Gojo moaned against your pussy with a smile on his face as he rubbed your clit with his soft tongue.

"O-oh fuck" You moaned, your back arching and legs threatening to snap in on their heads as they ate you out together. Geto's first instinct was to fight Gojo with his tongue but he realized that might hurt you in the process, and this was about making you feel good, not about his own personal grievances.

Sighing, he tilted his head at an angle like Gojo's and released his lips from around your clit, opting to just stick his tongue out and bat the little bud with his tongue. Gojo huffed out a laugh at Geto's compromise, feeling like he had one somehow, even though he was doing the same thing Geto was.

"K-keep doing that!" You praised, realizing the men had calmed down a bit and were now slowly starting to figure out that working together can be better than working alone. "F-feels so good when you g-guys do that." Your head tipped back against the sheets as you whined their names freely, your nails digging against both of their scalps.

The longer they ran their tongues over your folds and occasionally licked each other, the more the tension dissipated and turned into a more carnal sense of need for pleasure. Gojo started trying to intentionally follow where Geto's tongue was, not only to increase the pleasure you were feeling but because it felt good to touch his tongue to Geto's. It felt forbidden, which made his whole body feel hot.

Geto quickly caught on. At first, they were licking at your clit together, then they fell into a sort of rhythm where one of them tongued near your entrance while the other licked your clit, alternating like that. But now, they were trying to be in the same place at once, and it was heightening Geto's sensitivity.

The way no one was saying anything about it either made them feel even hotter like they were pretending nothing weird was happening. "I'm so hard." Gojo mumbled needily into your pussy, getting a coo of his name from you followed by a "Touch yourself for me." And touch himself he did.

Geto had paused on touching himself when he started licking you, focusing more on what his tongue was doing than his hand. Once he watched Gojo sneak his hand under his body to jerk himself off in the tight space of his crotch being pressed against the bed, he started rubbing himself too. He had pushed his own arousal to the side, but from the taste of your cunt, your noises, and the constant push and pull from Gojo, he could no longer contain himself once Gojo stopped holding back.

"Mmm... fuck... I- I wanna fuck you so bad." Gojo whined against you, his voice sending vibrations through your pussy. Geto's face heat up at Gojo's words. He slowly slipped his fingers past the waistband of his shorts and boxers when his arousal grew too much. Suguru always was a whore for dirty talk. "Y-your fingers, fuck me with your fingers-" You cried, humping your hips towards their faces.

When Gojo detached his lips from your pussy to get a good look at your tight little hole, Geto took the opportunity to suckle your clit back into his mouth now that he had it all to himself. "So sweet, so fucking sweet." He mumbled, squeezing his hand around his cock harder when he felt your little bud throb in his mouth. Gojo bit his lip and quickened his strokes on himself as he started humping his hand like a fleshlight, the slide eased by how wet he was from all the pre-cum he had been leaking.

"Geto stop for a second, I can't see," Gojo said, his voice abandoned of any real malice and instead replaced with raw need. Geto obliged, pulling his lips away from you begrudgingly, he parted your folds with his fingers for Gojo while the white-haired man rubbed two thick fingers agaisnt your tight entrance, teasing you. "You're being so nice to me now." Gojo giggled, looking over at his best friend who was holding you open for him.

"Shut up and finger her so I can go back to eating her out." Geto deflected, ignoring the fact that Gojo was right, he was becoming too pussydrunk to fight with Gojo like before. Gojo giggled as he started to press his fingers into you, breaching your tight hole. "Satoru!!" You cried, making him bite his lip as he penetrated you fully, his fingers sliding inside you to the hilt with ease thanks to your wetness.

"You're so fucking tight baby... fuckkk I can only imagine how well this pretty pussy takes cock." He fantasized, making his own, and Geto's cock twitch at the mental image. With lidded eyes, Gojo started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of you before he looked to Geto, "Go ahead, she's all yours." he said with a smirk.

Geto wasted no time in sucking your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head agaisnt you as he abused you little bud. Your head was going fuzzy, the way Gojo was curling his fingers into your gspot was making you cant your hips against Geto's mouth, forcing his tongue to rub you harder. "W-wait, wait, I think I'm gonna cum-" You cried, your arms shaking from the intensity of the building orgasm.

"Yeahhh? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Let Suguru lick up your cum?" He cooed, smirking at you. Gojo's cock throbbed against the sheets when he released his hand from his cock and placed it over yours atop Geto's head, shoving him harder into your cunt. Geto moaned in surprise but internally groaned as he knew Gojo was most definitely smearing his precum all over his pretty hair.

"C'monn, you're doing the heavy lifting here," Gojo spoke to Geto who was now furiously sucking your clit, alternating between the latter motion and flattening his tongue against you and rubbing back and forth. Each time his tongue accidentally touched the base of Gojo's fingers when he pulled them out of you, and he got a taste of your wetness from the inside, his eyes rolling back in his head. How was it possible for someone to taste so sweet?

"Shit- wait- fuck I'm r-really cumming-" You cried, feeling a ball of something more intense well up in your tummy. Your words made Geto groan loudly against you, the sound coming out muffled from how hard he was pressed agaisnt you. Geto was focusing more on his tip now as he tried to bring himself to the brink of orgasm with you, but the tight space in which he was pressed against the sheets was making it hard for him to get the proper stimulation.

"Let it out, we got you baby we got you." Gojo cooed, speaking for the both of them as you rode Geto's face and his fingers. Gojo's jaw dropped with your own as your body stilled and you came. Only this wasn't like one of your regular orgasms. A warm feeling spread throughout your whole body as you came, the tight bundle in your tummy had snapped and you squirted all over Geto's hungry tongue.

Gojo moaned loudly as he fingerfucked you through your orgasm, groaning through his teeth. Geto's eyes rolled back in his head as he opened his mouth and tried to drink up as much of your wetness as he could. You could barely hear Gojo's whistle as your orgasm clouded all of your senses. You shook and writhed agaisnt the sheets as the boys worked you through possibly one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had.

"O-oh-" Your stomach clenched and your body jerked in on yourself as your orgasm ended and you were thrown into overstimulation when Geto continued eating you out, too pussydrunk on you to realize you had already finished. "Easyyy~" Gojo said softly, gripping Geto's hair harshly as he yanked him up and away from you. The man was breathing heavily, his face flushed red and covered with your cum as he was pulled away.

The bed sheets and your thighs were stained wet with your cum. You had no time to be embarrassed though as the only thing on your mind was getting the boys to cum too. "C-come here." You said softly, releasing their head simultaneously and nodding at them to get closer. Gojo moved quicker than Geto, who seemed to still be in a daze as they rose from their place between your thighs, your legs falling against the bed limply.

Once they were both sitting on their heels by your chest, looking at you expectantly, you stuck out your hands in an O shape. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what you were wanting from them. You gave both men a fucked out smile as they hastily worked on pulling their erect cocks out of their pants. Geto held his cock out over your chest, stroking it slowly as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and an open mouth, it clearly wasn't going to take much to get him to cum.

Looking over at Gojo, he was already fitting his cock in your weak O-shaped hand, waiting for you to jerk him off. "C'mon... you wanna touch us right?" He asked, trying to mask his need with that teasing voice of his. You smiled softly before you took both of their cocks in your soft hands and began stroking them off together, keeping the same pace and speed for both of them.

"H-hahh..." Both of their moans were mingling and tangling together, you couldn't tell who's belonged to whom. Geto was staring at your hand in a trance as you jerked him off. His mouth fluttered open like a fish out of water, his breathing coming out stuttered and uneven, you knew he was close. Gojo on the other hand, was entranced with the slick that was dripping down Geto's chin.

He licked his lips before he made a split-second decision to taste it. They had already crossed so many unspoken boundaries today, what was one more? Leaning forward, Gojo placed his hand on the back of Geto's neck and pulled his unsuspecting face toward him. Suguru's breath caught in his lungs when he felt Gojo's tongue collect the cum from his neck and chin, the white-haired man making a path from the bottom of his face to his lips, before he connected them together like before, this time of their own volition.

"Fuck.." You cursed, your face heating up as you watched the men's tongues tangle with each other. "You guys are so fucking hot." Geto groaned at your words, both of his hands wrapping around the back of Gojo's neck as he kept him against his face, relishing in how good his best friend's tongue felt against his. "I'm so close baby, keep going- f-fuck." Gojo groaned against Geto's lips, his fingers caressing the other's neck harder as his orgasm approached.

The sounds coming from their lips were so vulgar, combined with their desperate moans it was making your cunt throb. "God... m-my tip, focus on my tip," Geto instructed, starting to thrust his hips into your hand, aiding you in pleasuring him. "Your tip is sensitive?" Gojo asked, pulling away from Geto's lips to whisper against them. "I remember that when we jerked off before, you didn't notice it but I was watching you. Watching how squirmy you got when you touched yourself there." Gojo teased, working Geto up with his words.

"Ohooo, this is interesting." You giggled, feeling the men drip steady streams of pre-cum over your hand, making the vulgar squelching noises echo louder in the room. "S-shut the fuck up, S-Satoru-" Gojo spit back, averting his eyes from his bestfriend. Gojo let Geto pull his head back, their hands dropping from each other as they became seconds from cumming.

"God... god your hand feels so good princess, I-I'm gonna cum-" Geto whined, his eyes finding yours as his face scrunched in pleasure. "Cum for me Suguru, wanna watch you when you cum." You replied, making him groan loudly as his cock throbbed in your hand. "Heyyy~ You're making me feel left out," Gojo whined childishly, his hands wrapped around your smaller one that held his cock before he started thrusting into it, squeezing your hand tighter around him.

You looked over at him and shook your head as if the two men didn't just make out on top of you while you jerked them off. Your gaze was swiftly corrected by Geto's hand that gripped your chin, making you look at him. "S-said you wanted to watch me cum." He moaned, his voice breathy and high-pitched. "W-watch- f-fuck fuck fuck-" Long hot ropes of cum spilled from his cock and all over your chest, which was covered by one of Gojo's old band tee's. Something told you after today though, he wouldn't mind his shirt covered in Geto's cum.

"Good boy, fuck. You're so pretty Suguru." You praised, keeping your eyes on his face as his eyes squeezed shut and his orgasm wracked through his body, his abs clenching and his body spasming with his high. The only warning you got from Gojo was an obnoxiously loud moan before he was cumming. He grit curses through his teeth as he used your hand to milk his cock.

His cum was thinner than Geto's, but there was more of it, and his cum shot further when most of Geto's just spilled over your fingers. Geto groaned in annoyance when a rope of Satoru's cum landed on his thigh as Suguru twitched in the aftershocks of his orgasm. "So tighttt~" Gojo moaned, smiling through his orgasm as he squeezed his hands tighter over yours, almost painfully so.

"Ugh... fucking gross, you got your cum all over me Satoru." Were the first words spilling from Geto's mouth when he fully came down. Gojo wrung out his cock using your fist as he pulled it out of the makeshift pussy, making sure he gave you all of his cum. "Oh shut up, just grab a tissue you big baby." Gojo spat back, leaving his softening cock hanging out as he laid down beside you, putting his arm behind you, against the pillow you were laying on.

"No, you get me a tissue." He spat back, laying on your other side as he leaned slightly over your body to curse at the man next to you, his arm siding under your shoulders as he squinted at Gojo. "Hah???? I'm not your maid, get it yourself." Gojo retorted, looking at the man incredulously. You gave up on looking between them or trying to stop them for that matter.

You just layed there comfortably, your smaller body being squished and smothered by two large men who fought for your touch while simultaneously screaming at each other over a cum rag. You heaved a dramatic sigh, which both of them failed to catch, of course. You thought a little intimate time would bring them closer together but clearly, you were wrong.

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Bonus: At some point, Geto gave in and went to the bathroom to grab Gojo a tissue, leaving Gojo to take the opportunity to grab your body and pull you on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around you like a koala. You shook your head, sighing as you knew this would only lead to another fight. When Geto stepped into the room once more, he was met by an annoyingly smug, Gojo face, making his vein pop out on his forehead. "Oh, you bitch." He growled, marching toward the bed.

You ended up falling asleep that night quite literally crushed between two large, muscly, hot, sweaty men. If you didn't die overnight from axphixiation, that would be a miracle. Honestly, though, you were just glad they had stopped fighting, so if that meant you had to die by suffocation? So be it.

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imyourbratzdoll · 26 days

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

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bonkwosher · 19 days

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Our Little Secret

A/N: The movie isn't out anywhere I can watch it over & over yet so I'm going off of memory from the one time I saw it in theatres. Maybe I'll come back & edit this, who knows?

Pairing(s): "Frank" (Former Detective Adam Barnett) x Reader (Nickname: Parker)

Contains: Mentions of character death, things get a little hot

Lambert had just finished explaining the situation to the seven of you, giving each of you a name, yours being Parker. No one knew each other, at least as far as you knew. You were in different cars initially & after the group got together in the getaway car, it was impossible to recognize the man with all your masks on. But once Joey took the girl off to another room & everyone had taken their masks off, you recognized him. As Frank looked around at the beautiful, old mansion, his eyes wandered. His eyes glanced over you for a moment then kept moving, but quickly snapped back to your form. His eyes had only slightly widened, he was doing well to mask his shock. He started walking towards you, briskly, reaching out to touch you as if to test if you were real.

Before he could make it to you, you felt an arm wrap around you shoulders. It was Sammy, "Hey, Parker. Let's get to the bar. Didn't you hear? Fully stocked!"

Sammy was someone you became acquainted with, getting Dean off her back while the three of you were in the getaway van. She dragged you off to the bar, getting between you & Frank. The rest of the group followed along with you. Frank felt he couldn't get close to you without risking his identity being revealed. He just stood in the corner keeping up conversation. After Joey finished reading everyone like a book, she ended up in front of you.

"Oh, no, no, no. I don't need you to tell me what I am," you spoke, waving your hands in front of you.

Frank's eyes narrowed as he stared at you.

"Oh, come on, Parker! Join the fun!" Peter teased, giving you a light shove.

"No, Joey has to go check on the girl anyway. Right?" You were quick to reply.

"Yeah, Joey. You should get up there," Frank chimed in, only letting his eyes leave you for a second to make eye contact with the person he was talking to.

Joey puts her hands up, backing away from you, "Alright, off I go."

Joey made her way out of the room & everyone went off to do their own thing. Sammy & Dean left the room separately. Peter found himself some more alcohol & a comfortable spot on the couch. Rickles headed up to his lookout spot. That left you, Dan, & an already very drunk Peter in the bar area. You decided to head to the kitchen, knowing it wasn't a good idea to drink on an empty stomach. You walked out into the main entrance, unaware of the quiet footsteps following you. You made your way down a long narrow hallway, your assailant only gaining on you. As you reached a t-junction, you paused to look to your left. At that moment, you felt a hand cover your mouth & an arm wrap around your waist. You were pulled forcefully down the hallway to your right & quickly shoved you into a hall closet. You were quickly spun around to face your captor but their hand was just as quick to find it's way back onto your mouth. You saw him.

"What're you doing here, Y/N?" He sounded almost mad, but mostly in shock.

You just looked up at him, scared. His hand still held a tight grip on your mouth despite him waiting for you to answer his question. It seems that he realized that, loosening the grip before releasing your face. Your hands moved to your jaw, feeling the pain of his hold finally going away.

Almost impatiently, Frank pushed, "I saw you die!"

You lifted your finger to your mouth, urging him to be quiet. As you straightened your posture & looked up at the man, a small smirk formed.

"You think I couldn't fake my own death? That's all I helped others do. I'm the intel person, it's my job, Adam."

At the thought of his true identity being revealed, his hands found themselves close to covering your mouth again. But his need for answers overpowered any fear he had.

"You were my partner! Why did you do all that without... telling me?"

You sighed, "Some cops were catching on to my side gig. Plus, helping people disappear was so much more lucrative. The only safe way out of the precinct was to disappear myself."

Frank gave you a look, you knew it well.

"Don't even attempt to judge me. We're both here now, which means you ended up a criminal too."

Frank's eyes softened, you were right after all. You were both detectives once yet you both stood in this house waiting to get paid for kidnapping a 12-year-old girl. Now that he had gotten the information he wanted he began to feel a little awkward. Past feelings flooded his mind. He remembered the night you died, or so he thought. You were chasing a suspect & the suspect managed to shoot you before continuing to run away. Frank had stopped to try to help you but you told him to go after the suspect. He wanted to hold you in that moment, be with you, but you made him go. He never got to share his feelings.

"Y/N," He spoke softly, "I have something to say... that I never thought I'd have the chance to."

"Go ahead, then get me out of this closet."

"I-" He tried to speak, but a long pause filled the air.

Without hesitation, he grabbed hold of the sides of your face & pulled you to him. His lips crashed into yours. It was unexpected, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been dreaming of this moment. You threw your arms around the tall man's shoulders & pulled him even closer to you. Frank backed you into the wall, towering over you as he moved to kiss down your neck. You stifle a moan as he tugs at your jacket, trying to get the buttons undone. You two are torn apart when the closet door opens, followed by laughter.

"Woah, didn't mean to interrupt, lovebirds," Dean continues to laugh.

Of course, it was Dean. You fix the buttons on your shirt as Frank steps out of the closet, shoving Dean.

"What are you doing you idiot? Jealous you couldn't get with Sammy so you're snooping around trying to ruin the rest of our nights?"

Once you fixed your jacket, you joined the two outside, "Just get out of here, Dean."

"Fine, fine, get an actual room this time," Dean ran off towards the kitchen, continuing to laugh his ass off.

You turned to Frank, tempted to continue the makeout session. But soon you heard Joey storm down the stairs, calling out for Frank. Frank sighed & headed off towards the main entrance once more. Before he could get far, you grabbed his jacket lapel, pulling him to look at you.

"No one can know that we know each other, Frank," you emphasized the name that Lambert gave him.

Frank gave you a sly smirk, "That'll be our little secret."

#frank #frank x reader #abigail frank x reader #frank (abigail) x reader #abigail movie x reader #abigail movie #abigail 2024 #vampire #adam barnett #adam barnett x reader #dan stevens #dan stevens x reader #fanfic #movie #movie fanfic

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chubbydumplingbarnes · 1 year

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I really can't wait for this movie to come out😩

I sincerely apologize for the person i will become when this movie is released. I mean LOOK at him🤭

I WANT HIM TO BITE INTO MY HIPS AND MARK ME UP WITH HIS FANGS!! I WANT HIS CLAWS TO DIG INTO MY NECK AS HE CHOKES ME AND CONTROLS MY ENTIRE BODY🤤 I WANT HIM TO PIN BOTH MY WRISTS BEHIND MY BACK AS HE POUNDS INTO ME FROM BEHIND , ENGRAVING EVERY VAIN INTO ME TO THE POINT WHERE I WILL FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT HIM AND STILL FEEL HIM INSIDE ME WHEN I WALK THE NEXT DAY😣I WANT TO WRAP MY LEGS AROUND HIS TINY WAIST.

(ik he would love the feeling of the softness of your inner thighs, so warm and soft that he just wants to sink his teeth into them then lean back and admire the sight. Or maybe he will punish you , maybe you pissed him off , your attitude grating on his very last nerve and you see it , the clench of his sculptured jaw and the vains in his neck bulge , you see his furrowed brows and his sharp eyes piercing into you like the sharpness of his fangs. Hes holding himself back from snapping and bending you over the table and fucking you so that you learn some respect. But he knows that thats what you want and hes not gonna give it to you , not today. So he makes you turn around and bend over so he can use your slickness to fuck into the middle of your soft thighs , his tip just barely grazing your clit , driving you fucking insane. His large hands gripping your hips and using you like a fleshlight , for his own pleasure and not even paying attention to your pleas. You'd think you would learn your lesson after that right? Wrong😏)

Yeah these are just my thoughts , so yeah🙂.

Have a nice night :

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider man #spider man x reader #miles morales x reader #peter b parker #gwen stacy #spider gwen #marvel fanfiction

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wroteclassicaly · 11 months

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ur piss kink thoughts. oh my god /pos

— @inkluvs (ivy)

Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!

I’m so going to hell… 🙊

~*~

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!

The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.

“Steve…”

“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“

“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.

That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.

“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.

With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“

“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.

You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?

“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.

He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“

“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”

“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.

“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”

Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.

“But your car —“

“Can be cleaned, baby.”

And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.

~*~

- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.

- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.

- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.

- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.

- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.

- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)

- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.

- Asks if he can watch you go.

- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.

- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.

- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.

- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.

- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.

- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.

• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭

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littledollll · 1 year

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Breeding kink with Luci 👀 creative reign bby

One hell of a welcome

Lucifer x champion!reader

A/n: for context Angels are genderless, and they can freely shift between sex as they please, I stand by my statement. Dicks are hard to write about.

Warnings: kinda silly with a lil dark? Reader has a Harley Quinn personality in the beginning and likes being gory, Lucifer loving that, breeding kink, praise, degradation, powerbottom Lucifer, daddy Lucifer?, throne room sex, ooc Lucifer? bc fuck it (literally), dirty talk, kinda mean dom!lucifer, exhibitionism

Beelzebub really needed to give up on challenging you.

Up til now you have rejected the idea of a fight but recently the idea of making a proposal the next time he did seemed just too sweet, you didn’t think the prideful idiot would agree, neither did Lucifer in all honesty, when they challenged you this time after they set their same prize “if I win, you serve me instead of Lucifer” as if you worked for them? You agreed regardless, just for the amusement of it. “You know what I’m in a humbling mood, I’ll do it! but when I win, you give me your third part of hell, and maybe your skull.” You sounded amused, which was just a little concerning for the demon challenging you.

Lucifer cracked a very proud smile, it sure would be lovely to rule along your side officially, maybe your get rid of Azazel together too. “Are we sure that’s even allowed-“ Beelzebub looked around the room, waiting for somebody to say you couldn’t. Waiting for Lucifer or Azazel to defend him but all he got was a head tilt from Lucifer, examining him. “So Beelzebub, do you accept the terms of this challenge?” You ask dryly, sick of waiting for his jaw to snap back into place.

“Ambitious thing, you are. And dumb, very dumb. I accept your terms, ‘your majesty’” he replied mockingly, that cocky tone wasn’t gonna help him in any way. “You have a smart mouth, but can you hold your own against me without the help of the Morningstar?” He spat. “Are you proposing a ability based game, Beelzebub? And you say I am the dumb one..” you trail off.

The fight was over in seconds. You got the first move as the challenged, your very much useful ability, agony, making this a swift fight, with your simple command Beelzebub was brought to his knees. “Nobody said anything about pacing, right? Fair game?” You looked around the room, casually as Beelzebub succumbed to the pain, the few present had no complaints.

He had to call it though, the match would last as long as he held off, Beezelbub could chose to continue suffering until one of you tired and ended him or give up. “I will literally drive you insane, Kay? Just give up already I’m bored.”

“Beezelbub, stop making a fool of yourself and call it.” Said Azazel, sounding just annoyed.

You were sat on the floor near him. “Do u want me to help you? I’ll take myself out and everything!” He seemed to be annoyed by your teasing for some reason. “This is really sad, remind me again why and how he was allowed to co-rule?” You giggled then stoped smiling suddenly very serious and looked at him tilting your head. “I think I won, so I’m gonna stop now yeah? And if you try to strike back I will turn your insides into outsides.”

“Of course you caught yourself a crazy one.” Azazel muttered to Lucifer who was just amused watching and listening to you.

“Insanity is a beautiful thing in hell. It’s oddly satisfying isn’t it? How she talks and acts, fits right in, but can also be levelheaded enough to get things done, and done well at that, she can be as calm and collected as me when she really wants to, but what’s the point of that now? She’s simply having fun.”

Indeed you were. Beezelbub gasped for breath when you released the grip of agony you had over him. “I’d end you right now but.. I think it’ll be fun to watch you mope around while I proudly take your title as co-ruler and do your job better!” You patted his head and smiled. “Challenge me again and I will take it with my bare hands though, understand?”

You simply turned and skipped over to Lucifer giving him no time to respond. Sitting on their lap you kissed their cheek and looked up. “How’d I do!?” Azazel laughed. “Using agony first move? Nasty trick.” You frowned. “Yeah well I was- am tired of his shit!” You huffed and slumped against Lucifer’s shoulder, then they spoke. “Azazel, do us a favor and take him with you on your way out, we thank you.” Azazel did just that, and Lucifer locked all entrances once they left.

“That was certainly a show, dearest, how’s your head?” Agony took concentration, it wasn’t as easy as just commanding it upon someone, you needed to find their own, exploit it, and enhance it, giving you the worse headaches, it’s why you usually stuck with driving your opponents to their own demise, insanity came as second nature.

“Tortured! And it’s supposed to be my job to deliver it, not experience it!.. he’s lucky I didn’t end him.” You mumbled that last part, Lucifer sighed. “Must you be so pessimistic, have you forgotten you’ve won against one of the rulers of hell already? And you did it wonderfully.. such good girl.” Their lips met your neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses while you fell silent.

“You definitely deserve a reward, don’t you think.. my queen?” you whimpered in response, hands coming up to undo their clothes while they practically tore away your own, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Lucifer’s hands made their way between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your clit thought your underwear. “I want you to ruin these.”

“ooh please- daddy!” You cried. “Oh? That’s new, whats going on in that little head of yours, Darling?” that signature amused tone and smirk coming through as they spoke. “I want- I pick my reward. Want you to fill me up.” you moan grinding your hips against the bulge you were suddenly made aware of, making them hiss and grip your hips. “One hell of a request, pet.” Lucifer hummed and made quick work of the remaining clothes getting rid of them before pulling you fully onto their lap, you wasted no time on teasing or prep, supporting yourself on their shoulders slowly sinking onto their cock.

You ground your hips onto theirs while you adjusted, pulling a hiss from Lucifer. Their hands grip your hips forcing you to a stop. “Don’t be greedy, my darling. Don’t forget who’s in control here.” You nodded, just wanting them to fuck you senseless already. “I’ll be good, promise” you whined and pouted, wishing they’d just take you. “Don’t make me regret letting you be on top.”

“I want you to breed me- please Luci..” the second you started riding them, Lucifer started pounding into your cervix, hard and fast ready to comply with your begging. You cried out when you felt the pain and pleasure shoot through your body. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll make sure you can feel me dripping out of you for days.” The grip they had on your hips was painful, definitely going to bruise, as they repeatedly slammed you down to meet their thrusts.

“Everyone’s gonna know the new queen of hell likes getting stuffed until she can’t walk, do you want that? my pretty little whore.” You only whimpered at their words, earning yourself a slap against your thigh. “Answer me, doll.” Lucifer pounded into you with abandon making your body tense you moaned out. Another slap and a twitch of their hand before they gripped onto you again. “Yes yes! I want- daddy!” You cried, practically falling onto them as your body move on it’s own chasing your high.

“Finish that thought, pet.” You clenched around them and their hips stuttered for only a second before going back to their bruising pace. All you could hear was their groans and hisses, your moans and the sound of skin slapping. Kissing over their neck you decided to mark them as they would you, making them moan. “Such a good whore, aren’t you? So pretty for me..” a hand ran down the line of your spine making you shiver and sigh, such a soft gesture, silently reassuring.

“Go on, pet.” Oh, you’d almost forgotten. “What do you want, pretty?” “I want them to know I’m all yours.” You stuttered and Lucifer hummed in response. “Oh they know.” There was a smugness in their voice, but you didn’t understand why just yet. You wondered what they meant only for a second before they angled their hips, hitting constantly right against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck W-wait- luce!” Your legs were shaking, it was too much. You couldn’t keep moving. “What’s wrong pet? Too weak to keep going?” You knew it wasn’t really a question. So you didn’t answer.

Lucifer did it all for you. Their hand sneaking between your legs rubbing your clit. That was all you needed before you screamed, your grip on their hair tightened and your body curled into them, your orgasm triggered their own and the feeling of them filling you up made your eyes roll back as your forehead rested on their chest, panting. You swore you lost all your senses for a minute before you felt their hand squeeze your hip.

You hummed, spreading lazy kisses all over their chest while you both recovered, and after a while you noticed it. “Did you-“ they chuckled. “About half an hour ago.” Hell has never been quiet, but it’s never this loud, not near the throne room anyways, not unless Lucifer summons them. You turned red. Opting to just stay hidden in their neck until the embarrassment faded. “I thought it was proper way to officially welcome their new queen, no?” That fucking smirk.

#the sandman #lucifer morningstar (the sandman)#lucifer morningstar the sandman #the sandman lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman smut #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #gwendoline christie #the sandman lucifer smut

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vampi-fixx · 1 year

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they say that those with cold hands have warm hearts. while you can certainly attest to the truth of that, having been with TOSHIRO HITSUGAYA for quite some time now, and having gotten to know the kind boy beneath his frosty exterior, you can also attest that those with cold hands have just as cold feet.

you squeak when his feet nudge your calves beneath the blankets.

“g-god, toshiro, you’re freezing.”

he frowns. “strange. i don’t think i’m leaking any reiatsu.”

you untangle yourself from his arms. grabbing the blankets around you, you turn your back to him, huddled in a pile of cotton and fleece.

“you’re like an icicle,” you complain. you yelp again when his toes touch your legs. “’shiro!”

“quit whining,” he says drily. “it can't be that bad.”

toshiro reaches for you. it’s seiretei’s best kept secret. while the young captain usually makes a big fuss about pda in public, in private, he’s the biggest cuddler. he doesn’t seem to appreciate you holding out on him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you back into him.

you squeal when his hand clasps over yours. “my god, even your hands are freezing.”

“you’re being such a baby,” toshiro mutters sleepily, his lips brushing the side of your neck. “you’ve never complained this much before about being cold.”

you try to give him a sour look, but it’s a bit hard to, your movement limited by his grip on you. “that’s because we were dating. i had to grin and bear it, otherwise i’d lose out on the hottest icicle i’ve ever met.”

“hmph.” he scoffs, not seeming to appreciate your nickname for him. his arms tighten around your waist as he nuzzles into your neck. “if i’m cold, then you’re not. so why don’t you warm me up?”

as his nose prods the underside of your chin, you can’t help but giggle, accidentally kicking your feet out, hitting him in the shins. he grunts. in retaliation, he plants his cold feet onto your legs again. you whine.

after a few moments, you wiggle around in his grasp. “i can’t sleep like this.”

“then don’t.”

“i'm hungry.”

“we still have shaved ice,” he offers.

your jaw drops. you give him a disbelieving look. “shaved ice? in this weather? when it’s snowing out? taicho, you’re really worrying me.”

toshiro sighs, releasing his hold on you to roll over onto his back. “now it’s too warm,” he says gruffly, loosening the collar of his shirt. “i don’t like it.”

“wow, i’m so sorry you hate the warmth of my bed in this freezing weather,” you say drily. his loss is your gain though. you wrap the blankets around you tighter.

he sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. you’re momentarily distracted by just how attractive he can make the simple action, before he meets your gaze.

“do you want to shower with me?”

your gaze narrows. “depends. is it a cold shower again?”

he eyes you carefully. “perhaps.”

you shudder at the memory of those needles of cold water pelting your back. you don't understand how his body can withstand such low temperatures.

“i-i’ll pass.”

he sighs again, reaching a hand out for your the lump of your form, encased in several layers of blankets.

"we’re really opposites, aren’t we?” he says. “if i'm too cold, and you’re too warm,” he muses. “maybe we just need to find a balance.”

you’re taken aback by the comment. while toshiro is wise beyond his physical appearance, you forget that sometimes, dealing with his grouchy behavior on an intimate level. “y-yeah.”

suddenly he sits up. he leans over you, gaze intense. you still, your heart pounding as you think about just what kind of way he intends to balance you out. your eyes flutter shut...

only to snap back open when his cold hands clasp around your cheeks.

“or not!” you huff out. your teeth chatter at the feel of the cold seeping into your skin.

a hint of a smile cracks at his serious expression.

“sorry,” he says, his apology not at all mirroring the amusement in his countenance. he clears his throat, seeming to regain some of his composure. “i... i couldn’t see you past all the blankets.”

#toshiro hitsugaya x reader #toshiro x reader #bleach x reader #did I just make toshiro a clingy mfer who resorts to underhanded methods like putting his cold feet and hands on you to get some cuddle time #yes I did #christmas drabbles #maybe I should call these winter drabbles now #tati writes

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youaintnothinbuta · 2 years

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Someone walks in on trader giving either Austin or Elvis a blow job

elvis - finish what you started

Summary: ^^

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 654

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

A/N: so sorry this took so long!! exam season kinda got me preoccupied for a bit there :/

MASTERLIST

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It was a warm spring day, you and Elvis were sat alone, in the living room of Graceland, his cousins were playing football outside, you insisted he should go join them but he declined, wanting to be with you.

“I’m kinda hot.” Elvis complained, repeatedly pulling the shirt up from his chest to fan some cool air on him.

“Kinda?” You asked with a grin, leaning into him to kiss his jaw. “You’re smokin’.” you continued, pressing a trail of kisses down his neck. You knew how to turn him on, and he knew you knew. There were many things you could do to get his blood rushin, but neck kisses, that really got him going.

“Honey, we can go upsta—“ He began suggesting moving to the bedroom, before being interrupted by your body dropping at his feet, your stare fixed on him, your eyes wandering his body, smiling cheekily at him. He looked down at you with a smile, tossing his head back slightly at the feeling of a few of your fingers tracing the inseam of his pants. The pair of you looked at each other, exchanging ideas through your eyes, until you spoke up.

“Does it get you hard knowing they’re right outside that window, Elvis? Does it?” You asked, the traces of your fingers drawing nearer and nearer to his crotch.

“Put that pretty little mouth a’yours to work for me, yeah? Maybe then you’ll find out.” He never failed to say the right thing, whatever possible words that could be strung together to drive you wild, he always knew them. You fiddled with his belt buckle, unzipping the fly of his pants, your cheeks flushing as he pulled his underwear waistband to sit down around his thighs. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his cock, not breaking eye contact with him for a second. He shut his eyes, preparing himself for the familiar yet rapturous feeling of your wet lips pressing against his tip. You took advantage of his eyes being shut, taking the opportunity to lick one long stripe all the way up his length, making him groan as he dropped his head back further, his arms widespread either side of the sofa back.

You knew your way around his body like the back of your hand, switching between his favourite speeds of your hand and patterns you’d make with your tongue on his tip. You could tell he was close, the way he rocked his hips into you, getting as much of himself in your mouth as he could.

“Gonna swallow? Nice and polite for me, honey?” He cooed, a hand of his reaching out to hold your chin while he spoke to you.

You nodded, not taking your mouth off him.

“At’ta girl.”

“Hey Elvis! We’re going have a jump in the pool if—“ His cousin, Billy, burst through the door so hard you’d have thought he’d taken it right off the hinges, cutting off his own sentence as he saw both of your heads snap towards him and freeze like a deer in headlights, your lips making an embarrassingly loud pop sound as they released suction off Elvis’ cock.

“Woo!” Billy cheered, “God damn. Sorry EP!” He laughed, leaving quickly, you could only assume to tell everyone else what he’d just witnessed.

You sighed, resting your head on your boyfriends thigh as he pulled his pants back up. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“Not your fault, honey, it’s my house, not his. Ain’t doing nothing wrong.”

“I know.” You replied, kissing his knee, climbing up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s go upstairs, yeah? Finish what you started.” He suggested, kissing your cheek. He stood up off the couch, subsequently making you, also.

“Oh, come on, honey, gonna take a lot more than a little interruption to kill the mood, ain’t that right?” Elvis encouraged you, giving your bum a gentle smack.

“That’s right.” You smiled, leading your man upstairs.

#elvis x y/n #austin elvis imagine #elvis x you #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis presley #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis

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firstaidspray · 18 days

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WIP WEDNESDAYYYY

Tagged by @rhettsabbott to share some WIP shit. I really didn't know if I should post one of the navytim things or the lilscratch things but I eventually decided on a depressing post-game lilscratch moment.

“You want a drink?” She asks Alan.

“No,” he states bluntly. “I want to know what your endgame is.”

She takes another sip and shrugs. “This, I guess. Spending the rest of eternity mourning my love. Of course, you know what that's like, don't you?”

At this comment, Alan's eyes flash dangerously and he sets his jaw. He pushes Lilith against the wall, his arm pressed firm against her throat. She doesn't fight him.

“If it were still Scratch in there,” she rasps, stroking his cheek, “this would be really hot.”

“You have no idea what it's like to mourn the person you love!” Alan snaps, pressing harder into her neck. “You loved a sick bastard that created you to be loyal. That wasn't love! What Alice and I had, that was love!”

Lilith gives a small laugh. “Why do you say “had?” Alice is still alive.”

Alan's eyes widen, and he slams Lilith again. “Fuck you!”

“I'm telling the truth,” Lilith says hoarsely. “She's here. In the Dark Place. She didn't kill herself. Were you really stupid enough to believe that?”

His eyes soften, and he releases Lilith, who coughs and rubs her neck then takes another sip of her drink, which she's somehow managed not to spill.

“She's…here? How did…why…”

“She's trying to save you,” Lilith answers, taking a seat on the bed again. “She loves you.”

Alan feels like he's going to faint. His pulse skyrockets, his head is swimming. Alice isn't dead? She's here? What does that mean?

“Do you…” He begins softly, “do you know how to find her?”

Lilith, now back in her somber state, tilts her head. “Kind of.”

“What do you mean “kind of?” It's a yes or no question.”

“I know she can make Parliament Tower appear, like you can,” Lilith answers more clearly. “Go there, to your apartment. Maybe you'll find her there.”

Alan nods, and silence falls for a moment. Lilith stares at the floor, picking at her ripped tights, her head pounding. It still feels like a chunk of her brain has been excised– no, ripped out– and it hurts. Her heart feels empty, fluttering fast as if it's trying hard to keep her alive. She doesn't really want to be alive now.

“Why are you helping me now?” Alan breaks the silence. His voice is still soft.

Lilith shrugs. “Because I have nothing left to lose, and nothing left to gain. I have nothing, period. So why not? Why not tell you how to find your wife? If I can't have my love, I may as well help others find theirs.”

Alan raises an eyebrow. “So, what, you're good now? No more murder?”

“I don't…” She begins, then her throat tightens. She fights back tears, then finishes, “I don't murder alone. That was something Scratch and I did together. As partners. And you ruined that, so…”

“No more murder.”

He hates that he feels sorry for Lilith. That the companion and creation of his worst nightmare, who torments his friend, who killed and haunted and did whatever Scratch told her to, is someone to now have sympathy towards. For some reason, he can't bring himself to be mad at her. To want to stop her.

To kill her.

Once more, silence fills the room. Lilith's glassy eyes stare into nothingness found in the carpet, and Alan watches her. He wonders if Alice ever acted like that after his supposed death. Maybe that is what keeps him from putting Lilith in the ground with her lover.

“I'm going to try to find Alice,” he announces, stepping towards the door. “I'd say see you later, but I honestly hope I don't.”

Lilith laughs. “Yeah. Go on, get out of here.”

When Alan departs and Lilith can only see him from the back, she imagines it's Scratch, just for a second, and her hand weakly reaches out for him. But the moment it sets back in that this is Alan, her hand drops lifelessly against the bed, and tears roll down her cheeks. She takes another drink of her campari, the last of what's in her glass.

Then she throws it on the floor, hard, shattering it into pieces.

#lilith scratch #my writing #my wips #wip wednesday #lilscratch #(technically)

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 2 years

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Frustration (Mikey Way x reader)

Kinktober day 6: Angry make-up sex

Summary: After a friend posts a picture of (y/n) having fun with them, Mikey finds that he’s rather jealous - and his insecurity leads to an argument that can only be resolved one way.

Word count: 1471

Warnings: silly little argument + conflicty stuff, dubious consent (like there’s no clear no, but also no clear yes - it’s just heavily suggested that our reader is fine with what’s happening) ,degradation

“Hey, I’m home.”

When their boyfriend didn’t answer, (y/n) stuck their head around the door frame, concerned. He was sat at the kitchen table staring at his phone with a deep frown. “Mikes? Is something wrong?”

A muscle in the side of his face twitched slightly. “You went out wearing that?”

They glanced down at the very short shorts they had chosen to go out in. “Yeah. You saw me when I left… what is it, what’s up?”

He shook his head in disbelief, holding his phone out. “This.”

It showed the photo their friend had posted on Instagram earlier, one (y/n) had loved. There were eight of them crammed into a tiny booth seat at the pub, legs tangled over each others laps and arms around waists or shoulders. Everyone was dying with laughter and nobody was looking at the camera - it was the perfect semi-candid shot. “Okay, what about it?”

“You think it’s appropriate to go acting like that in public?”

They rolled their eyes at his tone. “We were out for a couple of drinks, not whoring ourselves out on street corners. And nothing I ordered had booze in, before you ask. I was just having fun. It’s hardly illegal.”

That didn’t seem to help his temper at all. “Okay, but why are you getting so… personal with people in public?”

“They aren’t just people, Mikey, they’re my friends. Why is this bothering you so much?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” He huffed sarcastically. “Maybe it’s because you’re my partner. You’re taken. You shouldn’t be out showing yourself off like you’re single.”

Their eyes narrowed. “Showing myself off? I was hardly doing that. Hell, you were invited! If you were so concerned about me having fun with people without you then you should have come along.”

“What, so I could sit there and watch you drape yourself over a whole host of random people?”

“They’re my friends!” Their jaw dropped, furious that he was being so childish. “You know, some of us are capable of making friends with people without having to scrounge them off an older sibling.”

Something in him snapped at that dig. “Say that again. I fucking dare you.”

(y/n) snorted. “What, you think you’re all big and scary because you’re six inches taller than me? Get fucking real.”

Suddenly they found themselves pinned against the wall, Mikey’s leg shoved between theirs and a familiar hardness pressing against their stomach as he glared down at them. “You’re gonna pay for that.” He didn’t give them the chance to respond, slamming his lips into theirs and tugging firmly at the handful of hair he’d seized. Judging by the way they moaned against his actions, he was doing the right thing.

Breaking the kiss, he manhandled them through the doorway to their bedroom. “Strip. And kneel.”

They scoffed, arms folded. “Make me.”

This time when he kissed them, his hand kept such a tight grip on their throat that their mind was going fuzzy from lack of blood. When he finally released them he fixed them with a glare that made their hair stand on end.

“Next time you say no to me, I won’t touch you at all. I’ll tie you up and make you watch as I get off all by myself while you’ve got no way of doing the same. Is that what you want?”

(y/n) shook their head, and he smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now strip.”

They’d barely finished removing the last item of clothing when he moved to stand directly in front of them and pushed them to the floor, also totally naked himself. “Open your mouth.”

“No.”

“You’re really pushing your luck today, aren’t you?” He seized their chin tightly, squeezing until their mouth hung open. Scanning their face for any sign of doubt or worry - there was none - he rammed his dick into their mouth before they could talk back, groaning as they gagged a little around his length. “That’s better, putting that pretty little mouth to good use.”

His cock hit the back of their throat over and over, and he watched as tears mixed with the saliva that trailed from the corners of their mouth. The sounds he was making were almost unholy, and despite the force he was using them with, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel their own pleasure building. They’d never been the most vanilla of couples, but this was certainly the roughest Mikey had been with them in a while. And they were loving it.

Both hands on the back of their head, he held them down so their nose brushed his pubes, ecstasy flooding through him as their warm, wet cheeks fluttered around him. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you? You belong to me. You can go out looking like a common slut for all the world to see, but only I get to see you like this. Like the needy little bitch you are.”

He let them go, listening to their choked gasps as they got used to being able to breathe properly again. It took very little effort to drag them onto the bed, spreading their legs so he could kneel between them and press himself against their entrance. They keened softly, putty in his hands as he pinned their wrists above their head.

“You keep your hands to yourself, and maybe I’ll give you what you clearly want. Huh? No touching. If you move those hands, I won’t let you cum for the next week.”

They nodded and he let go, smiling as they kept their hands in place. “So good, doing as you’re told.” Gripping their hips harshly he thrust into them, straight away moving at a punishing pace and relishing in the cracked moans his movements were pulling from their throat. He fucked them relentlessly, fingers digging into their soft skin as he dipped his head to sink his teeth into their chest.

They arched against him, still just about keeping their hands away as they struggled to speak. “I - shit, so close. Need you.”

He slowed for a second, resting his forehead against theirs as they whimpered. “Now, do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough?”

“Please. Fuck, I can’t… please.” They became even more incoherent as he slid a hand between them, pressing his fingers against them in a way that made them squirm. “Oh God, Mikey!”

The way they cried his name so reverently was more than enough to convince him, and he started thrusting again, somehow managing to go even deeper than before. It was only a matter of moments before they were tightening around him, muscles spasming as their orgasm left them boneless.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Pulling out as they came down from their high, Mikey only needed to jerk himself a few times before spilling across their stomach with a groan, vaguely aware of them stroking his shoulders encouragingly as his vision greyed out. He collapsed next to them, breathing raggedly as they ran a hand through his sweaty hair. Neither of them said a word. After a couple of minutes they got up, already walking slightly stiffly as they headed for the en suite, cleaning up the mess he’d made. When they were done, they grabbed his water bottle and brought it over as a kind of peace offering, snuggling back under the covers. He took a drink and sighed, guilt sinking into his chest as he saw the beginnings of the bruises already littered across their delicate skin.

“I’m sorry. It was a stupid thing to start a fight over.”

(y/n) shrugged. “I mean yeah, it was. But I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have said some of the things that I did. I gotta say though, I really like your method of conflict resolution.”

“It wasn’t too much, was it? I didn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“You want me to be honest? Fine. Michael James Way, I think that was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”

He snorted, tucking an arm around their waist. “Glad to hear it. I mean it though. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I... I just can’t help but think that you’d be happier with someone who wasn’t me. Someone more sociable, more of a party animal. Someone who isn’t worse at socialising than a nerdy seventh grader.”

“Hey, no.” They propped themself up on an elbow so they were looking down at him. “No way. You’re the love of my life, and I need you to start believing that. Nobody compares to you. I don’t wanna imagine what my life would be like without you in it.”

He pulled them down again for a kiss. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

“And I fucking love you, Mikey fucking Way. No matter how much of an idiot you are.”

#mcr #my chemical romance #mikey way #mikey way x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #who doesn't like a bit of angry sex #poor mikey is feelin a lil insecure though guys #poor baby just needs a cuddle methinks #fanfic #fic #oneshot #writing #writing challenge #drabble

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i-am-still-bb · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 - No. 3 - A hair's breadth from death

Fili - T

The World Next Door: A Chrestomanci AU (Tumblr / Ao3)

“Only five books this time?” the librarian teases.

“I still have 4 at home if that makes it any better,” Fili laughs.

“Hmm,” the librarian narrows their eyes. “That might make it okay.

“So how are your studies going?”

“He keeps me busy all hours, and when I should be sleeping I am reading.” Fili gestures to the books. “But I don’t mind.”

“As long as you’re getting some sleep. Sleep is necessary for the brain to grow.”

“I’ll try.”

“Do more than try.”

“I’ll try,” Fili repeats with a wave. Then he is out on the street, wide with the redesign project that had destroyed many historical buildings. He was old enough to remember the outrage, but young enough to not be concerned. The wynds still curved and if you were not familiar with the city it was difficult to determine where it would drop you at the other end. Many shortcuts became long-cuts that way.

Tucking four of the books in his leather bag, Fili flipped open the cover of one book with its spine cradled in his palm. And he started to read. With half his gaze fixed on the book he would give the street a deeper look every few words. The newly stone paved pedestrian streets were still smooth, lacking the corners that seemed to pop out of nowhere to trip the distracted.

He is beneath the towering hill topped with the rust-toned castle when he bumps into someone. “Sor—” he starts, looking up.

His words, cut short by a blow to his shoulders. Drops to his knees. His book falls to the ground, pages open and bent against the pavement. It is kicked out of the way.

Fili starts to make a gesture with his hand, a soft word on his lips. Another blow knocks him sideways. The fabric of his jacket gives way when he hits the ground.

“Are you sure this is him? He don’t look like much.”

One of them grabs his hair and yanks his head back. A soft, surprised noise escapes his mouth. His head is hauled further back, bending his neck and back at an unusual angle.

A gloved hand grabs his jaw, fingers digging in to the soft flesh of his cheeks. A piece of paper is held next to Fili’s face.

A sharp nod. “Yeah. It’s him.”

Caught off guard by the sudden release. Fili barely catches himself. Bits of stone and dirt tear into his palms. The stone beneath his hands has a smear of blood. He opens his mouth to speak.

“None of that.”

He is sprawled on the ground, hands clutching his side before he can even think to say that he was not trying any magic. But now he can see the faces of the men who had stopped him, but he cannot place them in the rush of thoughts, pain, and fear that are roiling within.

An order is barked. “Make sure he can’t conjure up any shit or escape.”

This time Fili sees the blow coming and everything goes dark.

—

“I think you hit him too hard, Bert.”

“Did not! It’s not my fault if the baby enchanter has fragile bones!” a voice snaps back.

Fili keeps his eyes shut as he starts to wake up. Multiple spots on his body ache and burn, but none as badly as his head.

“Does he even need to be awake?”

A deeper voice, not one that Fili had heard on the street, responds, “Maybe not, but why not have him be awake for it?” There’s a twist of amusement at the end.

He cannot remember any of the spells through the spinning of his head and stomach.

But he stiffens when he recognizes a sound that just now comes into focus. The rasping, whizzing of a knife being sharpened.

“Tom, how much blood do we need?”

“The book just said an ounce.”

“But does that take into effect the 9 lives thing?”

“Good question, Bill.” The deeper voice is back. It reminds Fili of the oozing ends of worms on the pavement after a rainstorm, things crawling in the earth with too many legs.

The voice continues. “We could just take it all.”

Fili pulls at the iron chains that bind his wrist. At the clink of metal the voices stop.

“Is he awake?”

A rough hand turns Fili onto his back. Dark eyes stare down at him from a rough face. “Yes.”

“Then get him up,” the voice orders.

“It’s Tom isn’t it?” Fili asks the man hauling him roughly to his feet, the chains weighing him down and getting in the way.

The man grunts. He shoves Fili forward to a table under a single bare lightbulb.

Fili can’t make out the figures around it. But he knows the one with the voice.

“You don’t have to do this,” Fili says hurriedly.

“Shut your mouth,” Tom snaps.

Fili thinks it is Bert who grabs the chain hanging from his wrists and yanks him forward. He stumbles, but cannot stand back up. Bert has fastened the chain to the table’s leg. Fili gives an experimental tug, but he slides instead of the table.

“On your knees,” the voice says.

Fili straightens as much as he can and squares his shoulder. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, side, and head and the churning in his belly.

And then he makes the connection. The iron on his wrists. They had just started practicing with thin bracelets so he could concentrate through the haze. But these were thick and heavy. They cast a pall over his memory, he couldn’t not draw any spells to mind.

He stares at the man who still stands just out of sight.

“You will not get away with this. Not really,” Fili says, his voice steady, calm. “Chrestomanci will find you.”

The man steps forward into the light. A mirthless smile is on his lips as he speaks, “He hasn’t so far.” Then he addresses Tom. “Get him on his knees.”

A foot on the back of his knees, one at a time, drives Fili down.

Then the man is behind Fili. For as thin as his hands are, his grasp of Fili’s hair to drag his head back and expose his throat is strong, inexorable.

“Bert, the knife.”

Fili closes his eyes. What a foolish way to be down to seven lives. All because he could not wait until he was home to start reading.

When the sharp edge of the knife settles against his throat and everything is still for a brief moment, Fili wants to smack himself. On an exhaled breath he says, “Chrestomanci, Chrestomanci, Chrestomanci.” He does not dare to move, but his words are drowned out by the man’s chanting.

For a second Fili worries that his words were not loud enough, that there was not enough breath behind them.

But then Chrestomanci is there in his dove gray suit looking dreamy and distracted. Something that does not change as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“It’s been a long time,” Chrestomanci says. “I thought you were in Greece.”

The hand holding the knife shakes and a drop of blood runs down Fili’s neck and soaks into the collar of his white shirt.

“I was,” the man says tightly.

Chrestomani hums, “And I see you found some new friends.” He looks to Bill, Bert, and Tom languorously. “I think they’ll find that they’ll regret their new found friendship with you.

“Now. I would appreciate it if you let my pupil go. I really am quite fond of him.”

Fili’s head is pulled back further. And then he is shoved forward into the table. A curse, and a quick spell and Fili can feel that the man is no longer there. Bert, Bill, and Tom look shellshocked.

Then Chrestomanci is at Fili’s side. A quick word and the chains fall from Fili’s wrists and Chrestomanci’s hands are holding him steady.

“Next time maybe call me before you have a knife to your throat, hmm?”

“I’ll try,” Fili says with a relieved laugh.

#whumptober2022 #no. 3 #a hair's breadth from death #chrestomanci #the hobbit #fic #kidnapping #attempted murder #blood #violence #bb writes #fili #chrestomanci au

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Okay so I’m a sucker for protective/possessive moments with Bucky so I was thinking something like either dbf! Bucky or biker! Bucky knows the reader’s ex wasn’t great and while they are on a date or something, he sees the reader’s ex harassing her and the ex gets a little physical (nothing super serious)?? Maybe the reader goes to get them concessions or goes to the bathroom and that’s when her ex sees her and tries to like corner her and get her back?? Idk you can have fun with it I’m not picky. Also congrats on almost hitting 1k followers!! :) xx

Diner

Summary: a night meant for just Bucky and his girl doesn't go as planned

Warnings: gross, toxic ex, unwanted attention, lil angsty, lil fluffy, lil smutty, cursing.

AU: Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

AN: Since I've done so much dbf bucky the past couple days and haven't done biker bucky in a hot minute I chose biker, and this also may be a little peak into a new biker!bucky series I've been planning out for awhile.

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

Bucky patted at his pockets, shifting around in his seat to feel his back ones. "I forgot my wallet in the truck." He sighed, going to stand from the booth.

"I'll go get it, just sit back down." You said, giving him a soft smile. He didn't argue, just nodded and leaned back into the seat. "It's in the glove compartment."

Going to the single cab truck that was parked a few spots down from the front door of the diner, you pulled the creaky door open, the dome light flicking on to light the dark space.

Bucky kept everything but gloves in the compartment. Unopened packs of cigarettes, extra lighters, gas receipts; the gloves usually stayed on his hands or in his back pocket.

You quickly grabbed the brown leather wallet and shut the truck door, seeing the waitress walking towards the table Bucky was at through the large windows.

"Hey, you. Been awhile." You froze from the familiar voice talking behind you, not taking your hand from the door. "Hi, Jason." You mumbled, glancing at him when you went to walk back towards the entrance of the diner.

He walked closer, blocking your path and making you back towards the truck again. "How have you been? Heard you moved away but, here you are."

You cleared your throat and looked to the windows where Bucky was sat, looking down at his gloved hands. "I'm, uh, here with my boyfriend. So, if you'll just let me-"

Jason blocked you from going around him, holding his arm out so you couldn't pass. "Boyfriend? Please, hun. No other man could want you after I had you."

Your blood went cold, skin crawling from his words. "Well, you can tell him that. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." You spat, pushing pass him.

Bucky looked out just in time to see Jason grab your wrist and jerk you back towards him. The action making him push out of the booth and shove the glass door open.

"Get the fuck off, Jason." You seethed, trying to pull your arm from his bruising grip. "That's such a pretty dress, though. You never wore dresses when we were together. Let's try again." He said with faux innocence. "You never let me."

A gentle, yet grounding touch to your sides from behind eased your nerves; Bucky's gruff voice filling your ears. "I don't like people touching what's mine. Especially my girl."

Jason sneered at him, releasing your wrist. "Your girl? You let her out in a dress like that?" He scoffed. Bucky pulled you closer to his front, trying to put as much space between you and the man as he could. "Most know better than to touch or even look at her. Now, move." Bucky's voice was chillingly calm as he glowered at the shorter man.

"Must not have fucked her yet, she's ruined. All because of me." Jason said with a low chuckle. "Get in the truck, cherry." Bucky said, his tone softer towards you as he urged you to walk away. "Buck-"

The hard look he gave made you shut up and walk around to the driverside, jumping slightly when Jason was shoved into the side of the truck's bed.

You looked over you shoulder to see the much larger brunette stalking towards him, expression on his face that would make anyone with some sense slither away in cowardice. "I don't know who you think you ruined, but it's not her. I suggest you stay as far away from her as possible, she's mine and I don't share."

You scooted to the passenger side and cranked the handle to roll the window down, poking your head out to look at Bucky. "Buck, please. Can we just go somewhere else?" You pleaded, wanting out of the situation as quick as possible.

Bucky backed away, glaring at Jason for a moment before turning around. "Yeah, better listen to your whore. It's all she ever w-" Jason was cut off by a swift right hook knocking him to his knees.

"Dumb fucking bastard, that's not how you talk about a lady." Bucky spat through gritted teeth, looking down at the man who was holding his bleeding nose. "Anything but a fucking lady. Let her out in a dress like that and she'll cheat on you with the first guy who gives her a compliment."

Kneeling in front of Jason, Bucky cocked his head to the side. "I know how to take care of my girl, unlike filth like you." He spat through gritted teeth.

"Bucky Barnes, truck, now." You ordered, Bucky standing and looking at you, a softer look to his face as he made his way to his side of the truck.

"Sorry, baby." He mumbled, shoving the keys in the ignition before tugging you to the middle seat.

Tonight was suppose to be a night without club and bar talk, and jackets. Just you and Bucky, at a small diner just outside town. Now, Bucky felt like it was ruined and could tell you were still stressed by the way you fiddled with the glove on his hand.

"Want it off." You huffed, getting a nod from Bucky who took the velcro strap between his teeth and pulled it; taking his hand from the wheel just long enough to tug it off.

His warm hand went back to your thigh, thumb pressing soothing circles into the skin. "We're taking the back way home." He exhaled, his grip on the steering wheel not letting up.

You looked over at his stern expression, knowing exactly why he wanted to take the back way home. The reason making you squeeze your thighs together.

"I shouldn't have let you go get it. I'm sorry." Bucky mumbled, giving your thigh a light squeeze. "You don't have to say sorry for every little thing." You said, shaking your head at him.

His jaw clenched, the way your ex had looked at you replaying in his mind. It made his stomach churn.

The truck was suddenly pulled to the side of the dark road and jammed into park. "C'mere, wanna talk to you." He said, pulling the lever to tilt the steering wheel as high as it could go. "You can talk to me from here."

"No, I need you to listen to me fully. Come here." His tone had a demanding edge to it as you shifted around to straddle his lap.

Leaning his head back against the headrest, Bucky took a slow, deep breath, hands on the outsides of your thighs. "I don't want you listening to a damn thing he said. Got me?"

You nodded, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. "What he says doesn't matter. I've got you, Sarge." You said softly, fingers moving to wrap around his dog tags. "Hm, that's how you wanna play?" He chuckled, hands gliding further up your thighs.

"Maybe." You shrugged. A gasp passed through your lips when the thin fabric of your underwear was ripped at the sides. "You gotta quit doing that, won't have any left."

"If you'd quit wearin' 'em, I wouldn't have to rip 'em."

You lifted your hips long enough for him to shuffle his pants down enough to free his erection, lips engulfing yours as your fingers carded into his thick hair.

Bucky's thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as he pulled away. "Want you to make yourself feel good. Alright, baby? Do whatever takes your mind off of it, I'm all yours and you're all mine." He purred, both of your chests heaving from the kiss as his metal hand lifted your hips. "Right?"

You nodded, biting back a whimper from the stretch he caused when you lowered onto him. His hand held your jaw, pulling your face closer so he could nudge your nose with his. "Say it, sugar. I wanna hear it."

You popped open the buttons on his shirt, gliding your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest before leaning to his ear. "All yours, Sarge."

A low groan pulled from his chest, you lips ghosting across his scruffy jaw. "There's my girl." He cooed, hands guiding your hips in a grind.

"So tight and wet for me. Take me so perfectly." He groaned, rolling his hips up into yours as you bounced as much as you could in the cramped space.

"Fuck, James" you panted, already feeling the pressure building in your lower stomach with each movement. "Already, cherry? I knew I was good but damn- can feel you milking me."

Bucky moved his thumb to press sloppy circles to your clit, your fingers digging into the skin of his chest as warmth took over; making him groan and snap his hips up.

You felt the muscles of his abdomen tense before he let out a low groan, rolling his hips into yours through both of your highs.

Thick arms wrapped around you and held you close, Bucky's lips brushing your shoulder and stubble scratching your skin. "I'll always take care of you, sugar."

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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Marauders + Regulus Reactions to you Being Bratty

Word Count: 1892

[ Warning: Female reader, oral (male receiving + female receiving mentioned briefly), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard doms mentioned, punishment, spanking, pet names such as “pretty/dirty girl” “love” “baby” and “whore”, praise kink, degrading kink, choking ]

!! Safe Words are in place !!

I wrote this on zero brain cells, so please read with caution.

James Potter:

- he gives you a small look, telling you to quiet your actions.

- when you keep acting up, he places his hand on your thigh and just sort of squeezes it.

- since you're both in the common room, he can only murmur a meek: "what's wrong baby? Why are you acting like this?"

- His hand grips your thigh a bit too roughly when you only roll your eyes at his words.

- He tries his best to get you in private so he can speak to you alone, but he keeps getting interrupted by people.

- Finally, Sirius catches on and distracts most of the people so James can slip you upstairs to his dorm.

- "Why are you acting like that?"

- He loses some of his patience's when he hears you mumble an "I'm not acting like anything, you're overreacting,"

- "I ain't overreacting, if you keep running your mouth off I'm gonna stuff you full of my cock,"

- His words are looser when he gets angry, he loses some of his mannerisms.

- James is true to his word, after a few more minutes of you back talking him, he gets you on your knees.

- "don't have anything to say do ya? Full of my cock, come on, suck it like a good girl now,"

- James swats your hands away when you try and hold his thighs.

- "keep them on your knees, I only want your mouth on me."

- you give a shitty blow job for a few moments, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of taming you over.

- Jame grabs a fist full of your hair, not pulling to hard but enough to give you a small warning.

- After a few minutes of you not complying, He takes it into his account to just fuck your mouth.

- You're gurgling as drool slips past your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. You're looking up at him, hoping for some sympathy.

- "I gave you warnings, you wanted to be a brat so I'll fuck you like one, don't act all innocent now,"

- James cums against your throat, almost making you choke. He pulls back, his hand pushes your hair back gently.

- "let me see you swallow,"

- he tilts your head up, giving a proud smile when he sees you swallow his cum.

- "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a brat anymore," you say, feeling his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

- he's praising you greatly for your words, glad he has his good girl back.

- "that's much better, exactly what I like to hear. Come on, let's go back to the common room,"

Peter Pettigrew:

- his hands had been on your skin, his fingers ghosting over your clothed cunt.

- Before you could find release, Remus had walked into the dorm looking for his books.

- you both pull away, embarrassed. Remus only rolls his eyes and tells Peter to hurry up before he misses breakfast.

- "I'm sorry love, let's go get some breakfast?"

- when you whine and try and pull him back, he only kisses your cheek. "Please Peter, you've got me excited,"

- "I'm sorry baby, but not right now,"

- You can only respect his decision, getting up as you both go to the dining hall.

- you had been fine all morning, staying as close to Peter as possible.

- When the last class of the day rolled around, you had begun to get fussy.

- you snapped at Remus, a bit angry that he had interrupted Peter and you this morning.

- Peter gave you a stare, confused because you had been fine all day. His hand comes to your back, rubbing it to try and soothe you.

- You pull away from his hands, slapping his hand away from your body.

- Peter gives a long look, clueing in why you had begun to act up.

- After the class has ended, he pulls you up the stairs to his dorm and makes sure to lock the door this time.

- He soothes your bratty behaviour, shushing you as he lays you down on the bed.

- you push his hands away, upset that you had to wait all day for him.

- After a few praises, Peter had been hilt deep inside of you. You completely crumpled under the pleasure, relaxing into the feeling.

- "I know baby, is this what you wanted? Should've filled you with my cock this morning, maybe you wouldn't have been so fussy huh?"

- your whimpering and pulling him closer, your bratty behavior completely dissolving at his words.

- "Shh pretty girl, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here,"

Remus Lupin:

- he had given you many warnings throughout the day, so when it came to dinner and you still haven't given him respect, he was absolutely livid.

- Remus hand came onto your thigh roughly, a slight slapping sound following it. You try and pull his hand away, but he only keeps it firmly on your upper thigh.

- he continues to eat dinner, not sparing you a glance because of your behaviour.

- his non-reaction makes you act up more, wanting his attention.

- Remus makes a deep 'ahem' sound from the back of his throat, his eyes glaring down at you.

- after dinner, he pulls you along to the dorm.

- "Alright, you've been a fucking brat all day. Think it's time for your punishment yeah?"

- you protest, but he only pulls you over his lap, your ass in the air.

- his hands move your skirt, slipping your panties down to your ankles.

- "why do I have to punish you?"

- "because I've been bad," you rolled your eyes at him, earning a hard smack to your arse.

- "I was being a brat," you muttered.

- "okay, each time I slap you, your gonna count them then your gonna thank me,"

- "whatever,"

- another hard slap came onto your other cheek, making you yelp.

- "keep talking back and I'm gonna make your punishment longer. I'm gonna slap you 10 times, this is a punishment but you're always allowed to use your safeword, understood?"

- "yes sir,"

- Remus hand comes down on your arse, each time you respond with the number and a thank you.

- Another hard smack makes your skin jump, your eyes tearing up. "5, thank you, sir," your voice shakes, your arse red and raw.

- Remus rubs your ass, messaging it briefly from his hard smacks.

- he continues until he reaches ten, at this point your crying and sobbing out apologizes.

- "you're done bunny, took the punishment like a good girl, let me rub some cream on you hm? Get you all cleaned up,"

Regulus Black:

- Regulus is either a soft dom or a really hard dom, there isn't an in between.

- he gives you a stern look, mouthing a small "cut it out"

- when you don't cut it out, his hand is clenched under the dinner table.

- You can tell just by his aura that he's pissed, everyone else can too.

- "Watch yourself," He says when you make a comment back to him, the people sitting near you go quiet.

- "you watch yourself,"

- his jaw tightened, his knuckles are white from holding the fork so hard.

- you go quiet for a bit, understanding from his demeanour that he isn't happy.

- after dinner, he grabs your arm and leads you to his dorm.

- the second your alone, his hand comes to your throat. He pushes you against the door, making you whine at the lack of air.

- "you're going to strip and get on the bed then I'm gonna fucking ruin you,"

- when his hand leaves your throat, you only stay where you are and look up at him with a small conceding smile.

- Your attitude makes him lose it, he yanks you towards the bed and rips off your clothes quickly.

- when you whine at your ripped shirt, he only grabs your throat and presses against it with an overpowering force.

- he teases your tits, pulling and pinching your nipples. You whined, fussing against his hands.

- "stop fucking whining you brat, you fucking love it,"

- Regulus bonds your hand to his bed frame tightly, the fabric giving you a small burn whenever you twitch or move around.

- His cock teases your cunt, pushing the tip in before sliding it back out. He rubs it against your clit, making you hold back a whimper.

- His hand never leaves your throat, grasping it tighter until you see black spots. At this point, he had been handling you with rough caresses.

- "fucking whore, what makes you think you can speak to me like that? Hm? Where're your fucking manners?"

Sirius Black:

- you both had been hanging out at the library, talking with friends and such.

- when you began to get fussy and talkback with an obvious attitude, Sirius was quick to react.

- Sirius chuckles to himself, rubbing his thighs as he gives you a small smirk.

- he doesn't give you mean looks, he just stares at you with a daring look.

- his eyes tell you everything, you can tell just by his expression how he's going to react.

- somehow, you quiet down at his expression, knowing you had messed up.

- Sirius brings you to his dorm, kicking out Peter so you both could be alone.

- his hand is on your ass, sitting on his desk chair as he pulls you onto his lap.

- "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean it!"

- Sirius only laughs and pulls you into his chest, his hands in your hair. You thought you had been forgiven, but you let out a loud gasp when he yanks your head back.

- "you knew exactly what you were doing, you know the rules baby, or maybe you wanted a punishment hm? You dirty girl,"

- he only smirks at your whimper and whines, trying to get him to know your apologetic.

- Sirius strips you, picking you up as he lays you down on the bed.

- he positions you on your hands and knee, holding your face down against the mattress.

- you whine loudly as his hand comes down on your ass harshly.

- he continues to tease you, his fingers slipping inside of your cunt quickly.

- He pushes you over the edge for hours, never even getting bored. He had ranged from using his fingers, mouth, and cock. He keeps denying your orgasm, laughing as you become a crying mess.

- "you can cry all you want, it doesn't bother me any. I haven't even gotten started yet,"

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blouisparadise · 2 years

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There were some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of January. We really hope you enjoy this list and show these fics love. Happy reading!

1) Bad, Bad Boy | Explicit | 1449 words

Harry is enervated, Louis isn't.

2) Purest Form Of Melody | Explicit | 2554 words

Note: This is the sequel to #4 on the list. This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

There on the screen is a simple, “Sir, my pretty little hole is ready for your massive cock to split it open.” and attached with it is a close-up photo of his baby’s pink hole enveloping a massive butt plug.

3) Black Swan And Cookie Dough | Mature | 2620 words

Harry comes back from LA, and Louis’ has been horny since the moment he left him. He rides him, and more smut. Fluff at the end!

4) You Served Yourself In A Golden Platter | Explicit | 3381 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“Please fuck me.” He panted whilst letting out the prettiest whine. Harry smirked when he heard the request.

“Yeah? So desperate for your little slutty hole to be filled that you came in here in your little skirts and crop tops just be fucked?” At that Louis’ moaned loudly whilst moving his ass against Harry’s hands before leaning in for more kisses. His fingers both gripping roughly on Harry’s curls.

“Of course, you are. That’s what little sluts do, isn't it baby?”

“Yes, yes. I’m a slut.”

5) Bring Me Home | Explicit | 3724 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry figures out how to help Louis get over his insecurities.

6) Thighs | Not Rated | 3795 words

Where Louis still doesn't feel ready to start his sex life with his cute boyfriend and Harry is understanding enough to wait until Louis is sure and decides to try new things with him.

7) You Fit Me Better | Explicit | 3854words

Louis moves back to Cheshire with no prospects and lacking a laundry machine for his apartment. At the laundromat, he meets Harry, a meddlesome alpha who smells divinely enough to ease his anxiety. When Louis goes back home, he finds out he switched clothing with Harry, meaning he needs to meet him again to give it back.

8) Eyes Don’t Lie | Explicit | 4940 words

The prompt given by one of my readers, where Louis and Harry are already in a relationship and somehow Louis gets it all wrong because of a misunderstanding.

9) Conjugal Bliss | Explicit | 5037 words

As the couple settles into their newly wed life, Harry is convinced that heaven sent Louis to him.

10) Early Morning Dew (The Art of New Perspectives) | Mature | 5732 words

Harry develops a piss kink. Louis is just (happily) along for the ride.

11) The Onlookers Join In | Explicit | 6525 words

“It’s the only time Louis gives up control. We don’t always do it that way, but you can tell he needs it every now and then.”

“Yeah, gets pretty mouthy without it.” Liam said, as if he personally knew. It made Louis’ jaw drop.

“Wait. Just how fucking much do you guys hear us? I thought we were quiet!”

Every single one of them burst into laughter, even Harry. Louis pouted even as Harry’s hand landed on his back, ushering him outside of the dressing room. “We listen in a lot, mate.” Zayn said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We don’t really mind.”

12) Last The Night | Not Rated | 9169 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH and TL.

“I know baby. I thought we could maybe make it like a little game. To get us through the night,” Harry offered softly, his tone conveying that in no way was Louis obligated to say yes to Harry’s sex-capades. Louis continued tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. If Harry looked close enough, he could probably see the little blood marks from his front two teeth imprinted on the soft pink skin. “Don’t bite my love…” Harry said, running his thumb over Louis’ chin.

Snapping back from his thoughts, Louis released his puffy, spit-slick lip before glancing at Harry. The pink of his cheeks had yet to fade. “Like a game?” Louis offered up weakly, staring at Harry from underneath his long lashes. He was still squeezing his thighs together, now slowly rubbing them against each other. Harry had him wrapped around his finger.

13) Broken Hearts Aligned | Explicit | 10055 words

The getting back together fic featuring a confused broken Harry, a sad Louis and an incident that brings them together.

14) Wisps Of Love | Explicit | 10669 words

"Now you're going to remind me about the office policies, omega?" The alpha growls and Louis' immediate response is to whimper and cower away, it wasn't Harry's alpha voice, but it was commanding and had frustration in it.

"I-I'm stating facts." He whispered and Harry took a step forward until his boots were in Louis' line of vision, ring cladded fingers raised his chin and made him look at green eyes.

"I'm here Louis. And I'm not here for good. I'm here for answers."

15) Blue Heaven | Explicit | 14023 words

The smutty one shot no one asked for where Louis is everything but a slut for his older brother's best friend.

16) Harness Your Hopes | Explicit | 15605 words

“He takes up half the bed and snores in your ear, Lou. We leave for Phoenix in the mornin’, don’t we? I say we lose him at the first petrol station,” Zayn whispers, thumbing over the omega’s chin.

Louis hums, considering, if only to temporarily quell Zayn’s whining. An arm tightens around his waist a moment later, and he’s tugged just slightly backwards, his backside pressed further into a warm body. Louis can’t help but flush a little. It’s silly, considering there’s nothing to hide from either of the two. Both Harry and Zayn have seen and pushed Louis into more revealing positions than a possessive hand flush against his stomach.

“I say we get the bus to leave without him tomorrow,” a deep voice grumbles into his ear, scratchy with sleep and loud enough for the other alpha to hear his words.

17) Dance Like Waves Along The Wind | Explicit | 17019 words

“What are you doing to me, my liege?” the God of the Sea murmured as he slid an arm around Louis’s slender waist.

Louis’s breath stuttered and his grip on the ruby red apple tightened just as Harry’s did around his body.

“I am hardly your liege, in this relationship,” he whispered out, tilting his head up to gaze at Harry’s imperceptibly dark eyes.

“No?” Harry inquired. “Am I not at the mercy to follow your every order? To cater to your every whim?”

Louis’s lips parted as he swallowed thickly, Harry’s eyes tracing his bobbing Adam’s apple intently.

“Are you?” were the only words he could get out in response before Harry was dipping down to press a heated kiss against his lips.

18) At Some Distant Star | Explicit | 17599 words

Louis Tomlinson was hired to harvest gems on a planet he'd never been to. When his pod crashes and strands him on the planet, he meets a fellow explorer with an agenda of his own.

19) Silk Chiffon | Explicit | 20122 words

Louis gets a message from his ex making fun of him for pretending to know how to cook on Instagram. They settle on a simple bet, Louis had to be Harry's perfect little housewife for an entire month.

20) To Be Loved By Another | Explicit | 25594 words

“What does it mean if he’s done two of them? That both of them are his love languages?”

“Well, maybe,” Oli considers. “Could be something else.”

Louis sits up straight. “What could it mean?”

Oli cowers a bit into his seat. “Listen, I’m not trying to get your hopes up for nothing if it just ends up being a friend thing.”

“Tell me,” Louis jabs him in the side. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—”

“Okay!” Oli exclaims, shoving Louis’ hands away. “Okay, fine. Maybe, if he’s interested in you like that, it could be him trying to figure out what your love language is. And that’s why he’s done two different ones.”

21) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25877 words

Harry chuckles, smiling when Louis’ breath hitches as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Louis’ cheek. “Louis, would you like to go on a date with me?”

He still worries that the date won’t go well, that Harry will get bored of him or decide it’s too complicated dating an omega with a pup, but he nods anyway, “Yes.”

It feels worth it when Harry’s lips widen into a grin and the dimple that Louis finds quite charming craters into his cheek. Who knows, maybe it won’t be as awkward as you think, Louis thinks to himself and follows Harry to where Oliver is watching a chef with a loud laugh show the pup how to sculpt with chocolate. Maybe this time it’ll work out.

22) Still My Only One | Explicit | 27048 words

The AU inspired by the Netflix Series "Sex/life" with Billie as Louis, Brad as Harry and Cooper as Luke.

23) Soltanto Io, Soltanto Tu | Mature | 35592 words

A Romeo & Juliet retelling/AU on steroids, where Harry is Romeo, Louis is Juliet, and comedic nonsense transpires. Featuring the rest of OT5 and the original characters of Shakespeare’s “Romeo & Juliet.”

24) You Are Worlds Away | Explicit | 54450 words

“I met someone,” Louis sighed, grabbing a glass and pouring himself some beer.

“Is that why you look like that?” Liam asked, gesturing toward Louis’ hair and face, which no doubt was all messed up and debauched. Louis self consciously tried fixing his hair and wore a pout on his face.

“He was really cute.”

“Who was he?” Niall asked, sipping his beer.

As Louis went to answer, someone tapped on a microphone, quieting down the entire bar. Louis slowly swiveled in his seat as the spotlights lit up on the stage. Once his eyes saw who was standing there, Louis breathed out, “fuck.”

25) Run After Me, I Long To Love You | Explicit | 61895words

His stomach flips nervously as he recounts his earlier encounter. As much as he wants to claim embarrassment for his strange reaction to the green eyed boy, a small part of him keeps telling himself that is simply not the case. What it actually is though, he refuses to think about right now.

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hiddles-and-skittles · 3 years

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Ride

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,585

Summary: Gatherings can't be that bad, right? Especially if your boyfriend convinces you to ditch early for a ride home on his motorcycle. It's just unfortunate he's gotta rile you up beforehand.. .

Warnings: 18+, kinda masturbation/edging by motorcycle???, teasing, pet names; sweetheart, doll, cocky Bucky (what? He's definitely a warning)

Notes: This idea came to me and I absolutely could NOT put it down. I don't typically write smut or anything along those lines, so any feedback is appreciated! This is way out of my comfort zone😅

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"Come on, Sam is waiting on us."

You roll your eyes and dramatically throw yourself back on the bed. "Yeah well, Sam can wait. I don't even want to be there."

"And you think I do?" He calls to you, pulling on his gloves and nearly stomping back towards your room.

"Bucky, I don't want to go." He stands in your doorway and you pout at him, making him sigh.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "I know. But who says we gotta stay all night?" At this, you raise up from your mopey position. "We make an appearance, talk to Sam for a little while, then get lost in the crowd and disappear. He won't even notice."

You hum thoughtfully. "Good point." You swing your legs over the bed and slip into your Converse shoes, plastering a smile to your face and gleefully skipping due to the fact you'll get to leave early.

Sam was having a reunion party with some buddies from his Afghanistan tours. It was a huge event downtown, but neither you nor Bucky was a big fan of crowds. So the two of you only considered going in support of Sam.

Bucky stopped on the apartment complex's steps, narrowing his eyes at an empty parking spot. "He took my bike."

You snorted. "Cab it is."

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Shortly you arrive at the event and he opens the cab door for you, his knuckles grazing down your arm to catch your hand in his. The action sends a shudder through your body and he smirks, stopping to give you a scheming look.

"What?" you ask him, furrowing your eyebrows and squeezing his hand.

"Nothing," he simpers.

You decide to be suspicious of him for the rest of the evening.

There are a plethora of people but you both advance through the crowd in search of Sam, Bucky stopping you to point out that Sam is quite preoccupied. He nudges you towards the most empty table he can find so you can sit down. On either side of you both is an empty seat, and the rest of the chairs are filled by half-drunk, burly men sporting drinks.

One of them turns to you and introduces himself and his comrades. A few of them take quick note of Bucky's name, quoting something Sam has mentioned about him before then thanking Bucky for his service. You wrap your arm around his middle and look up at him with pride, nuzzling yourself closer to your soldier.

You're both quiet as the vets around you continue their chatter about their best times, their laughter making the atmosphere light. You have to admit, you might actually be enjoying yourself. You're lost in a story about a guy teaching his kid how to hot wire a car when a hand squeezes your thigh.

Your knee immediately jerks and hits the table and you have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a yelp. A few heads turn in your direction and as you feel the warmth spreading to your face, you feign a sneeze, apologizing for the interruption. Bucky remains dead panned, although the sides of his mouth subtly quirk up. You glare at him. "Bless you, sweetheart," he patronizes. You shift uncomfortably as the men return to their conversations.

His hand makes its way back to your thigh and you inhale sharply through your nose. "Bucky," you whimper, swallowing hard.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, doll, or I'll stop," he tuts lowly. Instinctively you spread your legs a little to make enough room for his hand. Your breath hitches as he circles your clit with his middle finger, lightly tracing down your clothed mound. You curse yourself for wearing jeans, because the thickness of the denim heavily affects the way he feels against you.

But you want more.

He presses harder until Sam struts over to the table, and Bucky innocuously throws his arm around your shoulder. You huff in frustration and he chuckles.

"Surprised you two haven't left yet," Sam laughs, sipping a beer and slapping a hand over Bucky's shoulder.

"Why would we do that?" Bucky asks sarcastically.

Sam rolls his eyes playfully. "Stay awhile, enjoy the sunset and have a drink. They're all on the house." You both pause in thought. "I knew that would convince you!"

"Well," you start. "The sky is gorgeous right now. Maybe just one drink till the sun sets."

Someone then calls for Sam and he excuses himself, telling you he'll see you back at home later. You watch him disappear into the crowd, reality hitting you that you're still worked up from Bucky's teasing. And all it takes is a devious look from him to get you riled up again. You shoot up from your seat to thank the vets around you for their service, and tell them that it was nice to meet them, but you have some personal matters to attend to at home. Bucky follows suit, grabbing your hand.

You try to push your way through the crowd without an obvious, horny spring in your step, and as you pass by a table, Bucky fishes a beer with his free hand without stopping.

"I'll call the cab back here and we can-"

"No."

"What?" You stop in your tracks and Bucky lets go of you, continuing to walk to where his motorcycle is parked. He beckons you over with a crooked finger as he mounts the bike, and you fold your arms over your chest, cocking an eyebrow.

"What? It's not like he'll be able to drive tonight anyway." He foots the kick stand, placing his beer in the back compartment then bringing his hands up to twist around the handlebars. "Come on, let's go watch the sunset."

"The-the sunset?" You ask incredulously.

"What? You said it was pretty, let's go get a closer look." Your eye twitches at his feigned ignorance.

"Bucky I swear to god if you don't take me right now-"

He grins. "Then I just won't take you at all." He revs the engine once to accentuate his threat and you groan. "Come on or I'll leave you."

"Fine."

You march over to him and swing your leg over the bike, nestling yourself into his back and situating your hands on top of his shoulders. The engine roars to life, the heads of onlookers catching your eye and in one swift motion he kicks it into gear and you're off.

The winds whips your hair and licks at your face, causing you to constantly tear it away from your eyes. Once free, you take in the view before you, ever amazed at how the sun sets on the water; the sky glows with an orange and pink hue, making it look like a painting. And for a moment you forget about your throbbing lower half until you shift to get a little more comfortable on the seat and oh. Oh.

Your hands impulsively tighten around his shoulders and your jaw goes slack, gasping as the vibration from the motorcycle hits just the right spot. You let out a light moan and no sooner clap a hand over your mouth, hoping Bucky hasn't heard you. Your head slumps forward on his back.

"You good back there?" He yells over his shoulder.

"Y-yeah! Uh-all good!" you wheeze, attempting not to sound too out of sorts. The street is bare as he stops at a red light, and you try to breathe so as not to let the pleasure overtake you. It's not that you don't want to let go, it's just that you know you'll never hear the end of it from him of you do.

When the light turns green, he revs the engine so many times you lose count. Your mind is swirling in ecstacy and you start to pant faster, clinging onto Bucky for dear life as you near your release.

You screw your eyes shut, the coil finally snapping while you bite down harshly on the shoulder of his leather jacket. By this point you're unabashedly gasping and moaning, your hips bucking wildly into the seat as your clit is overstimulated to the point it hurts.

You pray for the ride to your apartment to end while he speeds up, causing you to sob into the waves of pleasure the vibrations are granting you. You claw mindlessly at his torso until he finally slows to a stop, and you catch your breath to come to your senses. You can't help the nagging, coherent thought that the ride home had taken a lot longer than usual and you realize the sky is now completely black and littered with stars.

He knew. That fucker knew.

Bucky dismounts the vehicle and stands before you with a hand on his hip and a smug demeanor. You lean forward on your hands, still heaving to try and even out your breath.

"Enjoy the ride?" Bucky taunts, flat lining his lips.

"Fuck-" pant "-you," you nearly spit. He chuckles darkly. "You were edging me, with a goddamn motorcycle."

He scratches the back of his head. "I might have added a little extra something just for you."

You raise your head. "Why don't we go upstairs and you let me get my revenge?"

He huffs. "What's the point? You already came all over my seat."

"It wasn't your cock," you retort, untangling your wobbly legs from the bike. Bucky reaches out to steady you, pulling you to him by your waist.

"Fair point, pretty girl."

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