#bonetastic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jbreenr · 3 years

Text

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

Pairing: Andy Barber × Reader

Summary: You were nervous about introducing your boyfriend to your parents. Well… actually, the other way around.

Word count: 2,066

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, a little bit of begging, daddy kink if you squint (?), awful parents, Andy's divorced in this one. And I think that's it.

A/N: Apparently this is the only way i get both inspiration and motivation to write *sighs*. Also, I panicked for a sec, thinking I exceeded the word limit, but I didn't, so… yay. Anyway, this is a part of @boxofbonesfic bonetastic bombastic challenge. Congrats on 5k!! 🎉 Hope you like it at least a little. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Prompt + wheels results (just attaching evidence): “Mom, this is my [significant other].” “Oh no. What happened to the doctor?”

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

“Stop it, you look beautiful.” Andy took your hands –that had been in your hair for the last ten minutes, in his, managing to keep the bottle of wine from slipping off his fingers.

“You don't know my mom,” Freeing one hand from his grip, you started fixing his shirt. “It doesn't matter if a professional did my hair and makeup. If the earrings don't match the dress I won't hear the end of it.”

He took your hand again and gave it a little kiss. “Don't you think you're exaggerating?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but before another fact about your mom could come out, the door was being opened by the woman herself, shutting you up on the spot.

“Y/N! You finally made it.” The way he emphasized the word finally didn't go missing, as well as the fact she barely noted Andy's presence. “Come on in, I don't want snow in the doorway.”

The change of temperature was evident as soon as you crossed the door and you took off your coat. The house was packed, all the usual guests to those reunions in expensive clothes wandering around with a drink in hand and some business conversation going on.

“Richard Drysdale is here.” Said your mom, as she kept walking, taking for granted that you'd be following up close. “And I'm glad to say that he brought his son with him. I've been meaning to get you two to know each other for the long--.”

“Mom,” You interrupted her middle sentence. “This is my boyfriend, Andy.”

And he, as the gentleman he was, stretched out his hand to shake your mom's, who looked at him as if she had just realized there was someone standing next to you.

“Oh no. What happened to the doctor?” She completely ignored Andy's gesture and turned with accusatory eyes to you.

“What doctor?” You asked, as confused as she seemed… upset.

“The doctor, remember?” She gestured with her hands as she spoke, like trying to describe the man's appearance in the air. “The neurosurgeon you met at the coffee place and took you to that fancy restaurant on your first date.”

You didn't know what to think, you didn't know what she was talking about, and most of all, you didn't know how you were going to get through the night without losing your mind.

So, you sighed and calmly said, “Mom, there was never a doctor. Before Andy I didn't have a date for like a year and a half.”

Her eyes squinted for a second, realizing that everything she just stated must have been a product of her imagination.

“Well, you don't expect me to tell people that, do you?” She exclaimed, locking a loose lock of hair behind your ear diligently.

Andy could tell how uncomfortable you were, just as anyone that were to join your little chatting group would, so he decided to interfere to get your mother's attention from you.

“Thank you, Mrs Y/L/N, for extending the invitation to me, it's good to finally meet you.” Your mother looked at him again, as if she had forgotten he was there. “We brought a little something for you.” Andy handed her the bottle, which she accepted and quickly eyed.

“Of course, any friend of Y/N's is welcome here.” She turned around in the direction of the kitchen, putting an end to the convention.

You exhaled, relaxing your muscles and turning to Andy who seemed to be having the time of his life with that amused smirk on his face.

“See? It wasn't that bad.”

“Just wait and see.” He side-hugged you and directed you to one of the couches so you could recharge and get ready for the actual nightmare.

You loved your parents, Lord knows you did, but if there was something you hated about them was how impertinent they were and how it was reflected in everything they did and said.

Introducing Andy to your dad didn't go any better. And the fact that he paid no attention to your mom's discomforts about your love life didn't matter, meaning that he wouldn't make it easy for your boyfriend either.

“So, tell me, Andrew.” Your dad, with a glass of bourbon and crossed legs said. “What are your thoughts on starting a family?”

Your eyes opened at a maximum at his indiscretion. “Dad!” You shook your head, asking him not to insist on the topic.

“What? I want to know if he's willing to have children.”

“In fact, I do have a son. His name's Jacob and he's my adoration.”

Your dad turned to you with the same looks your mom had when you arrived. “He has a son.” He said accusatory, as if it was your fault.

“Yes, I know him and he's a good kid. We get along pretty well.”

Your dad nodded and took a gulp of his drink. “I believe growing up without a mother should be difficult for him.” And to that, you wanted the floor to swallow you and throw you in front of a moving truck.

“Actually, we share custody, so he has us both.”

The uhm from your dad was followed by him standing up to go refill his glass. A clear sign that he didn't want to be a part of that conversation any longer.

“I'm really sorry. You see now why I didn't want to come?”

The smile he dedicated to you was sweet and comforting, and the way his hands warmed up yours were everything you needed to feel less awful about your parents' behavior.

“If I can put up with an impassive judge and a whole jury, I can deal with your parents, sweetheart. Don't worry.” You knew he meant it, as well as you knew he wouldn't take anything they were to say personally.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

He faked thinking. “Not since this morning.”

“Well, I love you.” You gave him a quick peck before letting go of his hands. “I need to go to the bathroom. Are you going to be okay?”

“Okay is my second name.”

“Stephen is your second name.” You said with a chuckle and then made your way up the stairs to a bathroom that was surely not occupied.

Despite the fact that you hadn't lived in that house for the longest time, the bathroom connected to the room that used to be yours had toilet paper, clean towels and everything a bathroom was supposed to have.

You had just gotten out when a hand covered your mouth to keep you from leaving a loud exclamation.

“Shhh, it's me.” It was Andy's voice and you relaxed at it, letting him know that you wouldn't scream.

“What are you doing here?”

He moved his shoulders in a carefree manner and simply said, “I met that Drysdale guy, wanted to give you my opinion on him.” His hands were quick to go and caress your waist, his fingers playing with the elastic of your skirt.

“Yeah?” Your nails scratched the back of his head slightly, making him close his eyes. “Should I date him, then? Is he as charming as my mom thinks he is?”

As easy as if you weighed nothing, he lifted you up, hands in the back of your thighs, wrinkling your skirt just above your butt.

“He's a jackass. But I know someone better.”

With delicacy, he sat you on the nightstand next to the bed and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss. It was sweet and hot, devotional and passionate. It had your whimpering in seconds.

“And who would that be?” You asked as soon as the kiss was over due to the lack of oxygen.

Your answer came when Andy fell to his knees in front of you and opened your legs with his big hands, giving him a full view of your damped panties.

Running a finger over the wet patch, he said, “I think you know who.”

He dragged down your underwear and put it in his pocket. His digit went back to your center, collecting your honey and scattering it all over your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit over and over until your hips jolted, desperate to feel more of him.

“Please, Andy. I need you.”

His fingertip teased your entrance, knowing how your walls were clenched around nothing and he smirked, watching how your head flew back and how your chest heaved with every breath you took.

“What do you need, sweetheart? You gotta be more specific.” He pushed his finger just the slightest, only fueling the fire inside of your belly.

“I need you to fuck me.” The plea came out as a moan, and you couldn't care less about your whines as you felt his other hand exposing your clit and his breathing blowing over it. “With your hand, with, with your tongue, just… just fuck me, please.”

“As you wish, princess.”

And his finger was fully inside in a quick motion of his wrist as his lips closed over your pearl, sucking and drawing patterns with his tongue.

“O-oh, God.” The words left you when you felt Andy adding a second finger.

He'd scissor and curl them, dragging the most delicious sounds Andy had ever heard. You tried to keep it quiet, aware that there were more people in the house, but you couldn't help it, every sensation in your body, every moan falling from your lips, they were inevitable.

One of your hands held strongly at the headboard next to you while the other gripped at Andy's hair, keeping him close to your core, which he gladly kept working on as if it was his last meal. Your legs rested on each side of Andy's head, talons digging harshly against his back, but he didn't seem to notice, as well as you didn't mind the burning of his beard in the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Andy's tongue and fingers exchanged places, now his rough, soaked fingertips drawing fast circles in your clit as his tongue entered you repeatedly. The feeling of his hot muscle inside of you, making your back arch in pleasure.

When you looked down at him, you met his eyes, lust-blown pupils overtaking the beautiful blue of his irises and a mischievous spark that you saw clearly, even in your current state.

Scream, let them know just how good I am for you. His eyes seemed to say. How I make you lose control like nobody could.

You shook your head, eyes closing as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening and the way your breath hitched, announcing your imminent orgasm.

To that negative, Andy made it his purpose to make you cum hard and loud. Lips slurping and fingers moving relentlessly and you broke down like a glass being hit by a rock. Your hand flew to your lips to muffle the loudest moan of your life, walls clenching and your whole body spasming with the intensity of your release.

Andy left a loving kiss over your swollen clit and stood up to go to the bathroom.

After a minute or two, which you took as an opportunity to start breathing normally again, he came back, face clean of your juices and a wet towel in hand.

He cleaned you up delicately and tossed the towel aside to help you up the nightstand.

“We should go back, dinner's about to be served.” Andy said as he fixed your skirt in place. Your legs felt like jello and the heels were no help.

“Can't we just leave now?” As soon as you felt strong enough to walk by yourself, you let go of Andy's arm and made your way to the door with him behind you. “I'm sure they won't miss us.”

“I don't know, I walked by the kitchen and it smelled pretty good.” He turned the knob, not opening the door just yet. “Plus, if you ask your daddy for the salt, I'll reach it out faster.” He whispered in your ear before giving a slap to your ass cheek and walked out of your room, leaving you there, with the indecision of following him down the stairs or dragging him back to your childhood bed to thank him for everything he had done for you that night.

833 notes · View notes

littlelioncub43 · 3 years

Text

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

Summary: A small cabin, a roaring fire, Christmas decorations— it would have been perfect except for the fact that you've been holding Jake hostage. But you know it's just a matter of time before Jake starts to warm up to you.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Soft Dark!Reader

Word count: 2.5k exactly!

Warnings: dub con, mentions of past non con, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, smut +18 ONLY (minors DNI), unprotected sex (*strong Scottish accent* dont be silly, wrap yer willy), creampie, some fluff but it's a soft dark fic so not really, dark reader, basement husband!Jake.

A/N: This is my submission for @boxofbonesfic 's Bone-tastic Bone-bastic 5k writing challenge! The theme I selected was "fire place." I really, really, really hope that I stuck with the theme. If not, I will cry real tears and die of shame 🥲 This is inspired by @navybrat817 and her amazing fic "Merry Little Christmas" 😄 if you guys have the time, check it out! Thank you so much! Don't forget to comment and reblog because I'm sexy and I deserve it 🥰💖

Jake hates everything.

He hates being locked up. He hates that you’ve kept him for this long. He hates that you were able to kidnap him in the first place.

But what he hates the most is how sweet you are.

If you’d been harsh and cruel with him, then it would make hating you easier.

But no.

You’re annoyingly gentle with him. You feed him, wash his clothes; you even made him a cake on his birthday, sprinkles and all. Everything would be easier if you were evil, but you’ve never so much as raised your voice. In the beginning he’d beg to be set free, then hurl insults at you when you denied him until that sweet smile you gave him turned sad. He hated how that sad expression made his heart twist with guilt. He’d lost count of how many months he’s been held captive.

The snow continued to fall in a steady downpour, and it put you in a cozy mood. You sat on the couch, watching the flames in the large fireplace dance to the crackling of the embers, Christmas stockings hanging from the mantle, the lovely scent of firewood wafted through the isolated cabin.. The Christmas lights that you’d strung around the room gave you an ethereal glow that Jake wanted desperately to ignore. You wore one of Jake’s t-shirts, a pair of black sleep shorts, and fuzzy socks. Jake watched you from his spot on the couch, the close proximity no longer bothering him. You sighed contently, setting your cup of tea on the coffee table.

“All finished, Jakey?” You asked and gestured to his own cup of tea.

“Hm? Oh, y-yeah,” he nodded, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you chuckled and took his cup, pressing a kiss to his head as you passed him. Normally, he’d recoil at your sweet gestures, the fact that you pretended that whatever this was was perfectly normal made him sick to his stomach. But he found himself smiling shyly up at you when you kissed his head.

Jake felt your hands run through his hair, his head tilting back to look up at you as you stand behind him. You sigh again with a placid look in your eye as you take in his features appreciatively, the yellow light from the fire only adding to his charm. Your hand caressing his head in slow pets, just how he likes it. You watch him swallow thickly, his eyes fluttering as you drag your nails across his scalp, his breathing catching. Your smile grows sinfully, and Jake knows what you’re going to say.

“Let’s go to bed, Jakey,” you purred.

He wanted to fight, but instead he nods dumbly, his face already flushed, his cock twitching in his grey sweatpants. With a pleased hum, you dip your head to plant a teasing kiss to his lips. You take a step back when he leans in for another one, luring him back to the Queen sized bed on the other side of the room. His feet carry him with you, enchanted by the soft yet devious look in your eyes, desire simmering under your demure appearance in the warm glow of the fire.

The backs of his knees hit the mattress, your hands lightly push at his shoulders to have him sit. Your gaze keeps him in a trance, his hands rest on your hips, and instead of pushing you away, they caress the fabric of your shorts. Jake was always shy, pretty girls were his weakness, and you are no exception. His breathing deepening as you inched closer to him, your lips ghosting over his. A shiver wracked his body at the light touch, your lips are always so soft and warm. He hates it. You capture his lips, his eyes slide shut with a gasp, the kiss is chaste and tender. He hates it too. Slowly, you deepen the kiss, moulding your lips against his with a little more fervor. Your tongue slides against the seam of his lips, teasing his mouth open until he willingly lets you in, you can’t help but moan at the taste of him, you feel his hands tighten around your hips.

The leather straps bound to each of the wooden bed posts were worn with use, claw marks littered the dark brown leather. The silver metal buckles that cinch around Jake’s wrists shine in the firelight. The motions to secure Jake’s limbs to the bed were smooth, practiced over the span of months, or however long Jake’s been trapped. You bite your lip at the sight of Jake’s tan, lean body tied to the bed, his cock laying against his stomach, the tip reddening as he gapes up at you. You pull off your shorts before crawling over him, your eyes predatory. You settle in his lap, smirking at the shuddering gasp he lets out when your clothed pussy nestles against his aching cock. Another blush dusts his face and chest.

“Lay down, Sweetie,” you whisper against his lips when you pull back for air. You can see flickers of defiance that bubble behind his eyes, it amuses you more than anything. You smile softly and pet his chin, the gruff facial hair scratches your palm. He licks his lips and scoots back to the center of the bed, taking off his shirt and tossing to the floor. His boxers and sweatpants are tossed to the floor with his t-shirt. Keeping his eyes on you, he lays back, his head against the pillows, arms and legs sprawled out. You feel a bubble of pride swell in your chest at his obedience.

“Aww, still shy?” You purr and kiss along his jaw, his hands tightening their grip on the leather straps.

“A l-little…” he whispers, hating how his head falls to the side for you to touch. You hum, and bring your lips to his ear.

“It’s ok, baby,” your voice is velvety and melodic, he hates it, you slowly start to rock back and forth, your juices soaking through your black panties and coating his shaft with each push of your hips. You mouth at his neck, making a trail for his mouth. “I’m gonna take care of you…”

Jake’s eyes slide shut, trying desperately to reign himself in, to maintain the quickly crumbling wall he’d built against you. He always looks so cute when he tries to block you out like this. You press a kiss to his forehead before sitting up straight in his lap, you toss the borrowed t-shirt to the floor. Jake can’t help but peel his eyes open when he hears your shirt hit the floor. The sight of your bare breasts illuminated by the fire had Jake’s hips thrusting instinctively; he hates it.

“F-Fuck,” you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut, “I was gonna suck that fat cock of yours, but you just wanna get right to it, don’t you, baby?”

Jake turned his head away, a wave of shame washing over him. You chuckle softly before pulling your cotton underwear off and tossing them behind you. The feeling of your soft slick pussy rubbing the sensitive tip of his cock has Jake gasping. Your hands sliding across his chest, the gentle caresses always made him shudder and today is no different. You mouth at his jaw, nibbling at the spot just below his ear, distracting him so he doesn’t notice you guiding his cock to your entrance.

In one fluid motion, you sink down on him, your walls opening up to welcome him home. A throaty groan vibrates through Jake’s chest as he fails to keep quiet. Your own fluttery moan fills the room, your thighs trembling around his narrow waist at the dizzying pleasure that courses through your veins. You hide your face in the crook of his neck to catch your breath.

“O-Oh fuck, Jake,” you whimper breathlessly into his throat, your sweet little body shaking against his, a thin layer of sweat beginning to form on your skin.

Giving Jake’s neck one final kiss, you push yourself up to sit in his lap. The shift of your hips had Jake slipping even deeper into your tight heat. His head rolls, his jaw hangs open as a stuttered gasp and moan falls from his lips, his eyes still shut. You grin at his reaction; Jake always makes the sweetest noises when you ride him like this; he loved being as deep as he physically could, even if he never admit it. Your hands rest on his chest, massaging his pecks as he shifts with need underneath you, his body betraying him.

You make sure to move as slow as you could, your hips drawing random patterns against his, building a rhythm that you know will drive him crazy. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock rubs against your clit, the friction only adding to your pleasure.

“You feel so good, Jake,” you praise sweetly, loving the way he struggles to keep from moaning, you speed your hips up slightly, the pace still tortuously slow, “and you’re so fucking deep, baby, can you feel it?”

He could. He could feel everything and it felt like Heaven.

The comfortable duvet cover underneath him, the softness of your skin as you ride him, the strong but gentle tension of the leather straps on his ankles and wrists, then your hot, wet cunt swallowing him whole. It was perfect, his whole body begging to stay here as long as possible, wanting to revel in the ungodly pleasure you give him. A small part of him reminded him that he shouldn’t want this; he shouldn’t want you to ride him like this, he shouldn’t want to feel you cum around him. But he does. And he hates it.

You get lost in the euphoria that takes over you, your pace speeding up a little more. Jake opens his eyes, immediately zeroing in on the place where your bodies meet. Your puffy lips stretched around his thick girth, your little nub swollen with need; and for the first time, Jake wishes he could rub it while you ride him. He tugs on the leather straps, the wooden posts groan at his efforts but stay put.

“Oh my God…” Jake whispers, his head falling back on to the pillows, not being able to touch you is driving him crazy. You give him a little more, your hips raising off his in a controlled motion, the slow movement giving you the chance to feel every ridge and vein on his shaft, your fluttering walls begging him to stay inside you. You lift up until only his fat tip remains inside you, then you let gravity pull you down harshly. “A-Ah!”

You moan with him before doing it again and again, his cock splitting you open with each drop. The room fills with the sounds of your moans, Jake’s groans, the crackling of the roaring fire, and the salacious wet claps of your bodies meeting in a hypnotizing rhythm. You can feel Jake’s chest heaving as he pants, his jaw hung open, his glasses sliding all over his nose as he sweats, his groans getting louder. A particularly hard bounce had Jake shouting for you.

“OH GOD, FUCK YES!” He gasps dramatically, his legs twitching excitedly.

“Feeling good, Jakey?” You ask smugly. He hates to admit it, but he's feeling so fucking good. He nods shyly, muttering a 'yeah'. You hum approvingly but stop your hips. He looks up at you confused, eyes begging you to keep going. "I wanna hear you say it, Angel," you whisper and kiss his lips gently, "need to make sure you're feeling good.”

He swallows thickly, the internal battle of not wanting to give in was one he was losing. He feels the nagging need to cum overriding any sense he has left, he wants you to keep going, he needs you to keep going.

"I'm feeling good... I'm feeling really good..." he whispers against your lips, seeking another kiss which you give him, your hips returning to the mind-numbing pace. "Fuck, baby, yes, please…”

A pleased smirk paints your lips at the pet name that rolls off his tongue like second nature, Jake’s too far gone to even notice what he's called you. You knew it was only a matter of time. The pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach as he gives himself to you, finally submitting to the role you knew he was meant for. He looks up at you, need written all over his face, and you just want to give him anything he asks for.

“You’re so good for me, Jake, always such a good boy,” you praise, your pace speeding up to ride him for all he’s worth, the bed frame slamming into the cabin wall forcefully, “Good Boys get what they want,” you hear Jake’s breath catch in his throat, his hips thrusting up into your cunt, forcing himself a little deeper each time, “what do you want, Jake, tell me.”

“Wanna cum! Please, need it, need to cum, m’ a good boy, wanna cum!” He babbles in a whiny voice, his words slurring together as his high gets dangerously close, his limbs beginning to tingle. He feels your breasts pressing into the hard muscle of his chest, your body so inviting, so intoxicating—he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Hold it, m’so close, jus’ a little bit more,” you whimper and begin to rub your clit in quick circles, your pussy tightening around him in a nearly painful grip, his toes curling with effort to hold himself back. Jake gazes up at you, his eyebrows pinched together, those baby blue eyes glassy with ecstasy, soft pillowy lips cherry red from being chewed on and slick with his spit as he drools slightly.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” he chants breathily, his begging pushes you over the edge, your walls close around him like a wet fist, holding him tightly as your orgasm tears through you. A strangled cry flies from his lips as you shake on top of him, your nails biting into the skin of his chest and shoulders, your pace faltering as you cum around him. Jake can’t help but follow you head first into his own high, his body shaking as his eyes roll in his head, his spine bowing off the mattress as he shoots his spend deep inside you. “H-Haaaaa-aaaaaah!”

You gasp when you feel his hot cum filling you up. You feel his cock twitching as he comes, the death grip he has on the leather straps finally beginning to loosen as he relaxes into the bed, his muscles starting to ache from being pulled tight for so long. You both catch your breaths, your head resting on his sweaty chest, Jake’s head naturally leans against yours as he listens to you breathe. A small content smile finding its way across his face.

Maybe he doesn’t hate it here as much as he thought.

Tag list: @boxofbonesfic @scorpioaes @tumblin-theworldaway @purple-babygirl @runawayolives @smokememories @hawsx3

#bonetastic bombastic 5k #jake jensen #jake jensen x dark!reader #jake jensen x soft dark!reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen smut #jake jensen angst #jake jensen fluff #chris evans fic #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #chris evans angst #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #little lion literature

476 notes · View notes

boxofbonesfic · 3 years

Photo

Hello my bone babies!

I just hit 5k, and I’m feeling like a celebration is in order. Since I already have my Spooktacular Smutfest going on, naturally I thought “why not another challenge?” Autumn/Winter is my favorite time of year, that’s when you stay in, watch movies, get cozy, snuggle up with friends and family. There are so many seasonal things I love about this time, so I thought maybe you all might want to share in that joy with me!

Let’s get into it! (Yuh)

🍁Rules🍁

You may either write a fic for this challenge yourself, or you may request one from me, using the theme and character wheels!

I have listed below several themes to choose from that I feel are “central” to the season. You must pick one, and run with it! Same for the character wheel! Your theme must be apparent in your work!

Your entry must be able to be read as a stand alone piece, and I would prefer if it was written specifically for this challenge.

There is a hard 2.5k word limit! Less is fine, but let’s not go over! If your fic exceeds 250 words, put it beneath a cut!

This challenge is open to almost all categories, fluff, smut, dark, soft!dark, AU, etc! But your fic must be tagged and warned appropriately, and I will not reblog it if it isn’t!

BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF MY BLOG, AND THE MAJORITY OF CONTENT FOUND THEREIN, THIS CHALLENGE IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Your story does not have to include smut, but my 18+ rule still applies regardless.

NO: Bestiality, toilet play, snuff, or necrophilia, though Monsterfucking is actively encouraged 😉

This challenge will run until January 1st, 2022! Please tag your submissions as “bonetastic bombastic 5K”, and also tag me in them so that I can see them! I do, however, reserve the right not to reblog any work I find offensive or that does not follow the rules.

🍁Themes🍁

тнємє ωнєєℓ

Fireplace

Snowed in

Baby it’s cold outside

Meet the parents

Happy Holidays (Thanksgiving, Xmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, New Years, ETC!)

Hot cocoa

Apple picking

Cuffing season

His sweater

Snowball fight

Winter getaway

Getting sick

Warm me up

Baby, maybe?

🍁Characters🍁

¢нαяα¢тєя ωнєєℓ

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Jake Jensen

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Eddie Brock

Peter Parker

Thor Odinson

Clark Kent

Sam Wilson

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russel

Curtis Everett

🍁Quote Prompts🍁

“Well, you know. Tis the season.”

“I didn’t get you anything—” “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re enough.”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere for the holidays!” “Yeah! Somewhere! I didn’t think that would be here!”

“It’s beautiful.” “Yeah, you are. I mean, it is! I mean—shit.”

“I never actually… made a snowman before.” “I mean, for your first try it’s adequate.” “Hey!” “I mean, he’s perfect, babe! Frosty himself would be jealous!”

“It won’t be so bad!” “Your parents hate me.” “They don’t hate you! They just… don’t… like you very much.”

“Are you telling me we’re stranded?” “I’m telling you the snow is higher than the goddamn door!”

“Maybe we should share the blanket. You know, for warmth.”

“Already got my present right here. Stay still, doll, gotta unwrap it.”

“So what you’re telling me is you’re not interested in wearing matching sweaters?”

“I don’t know that you’ll get any presents with that filthy mouth.”

“I can’t sleep without you. It’s too cold.”

“What? Nonsense. It’s the perfect time for scary stories.”

“My hands are cold.” “Then you should let me hold them.”

“Tell me you didn’t.” “Didn’t… what?” “Didn’t get baked in my parents backyard and then eat all of the dessert for this evening.” “That… depends.” “On what?” “Whether you want me to lie or not.”

“Mom, this is my [significant other].” “Oh no. What happened to the doctor?”

“You have to help me get revenge!” “Revenge? [insert character name here], he’s seven and he hit you with a snowball.” “He knew what he was doing!”

“This is… a pregnancy test. And it’s… positive?” “Merry Christmas?”

“We’re under the mistletoe, and you know what that means…” “You’re holding it!” “It still counts!”

#marvel x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #peter parker x reader #fic challenge #marvel challenge #holiday challenge #bonetastic bombastic 5k

212 notes · View notes

harrowharksoup · 3 years

Text

Imagine perfect lyctor Harrow with blazing golden eyes like the sun about to destruct John’s ass for crimes against humanity and tea with biscuits pulling chain offhand stunts like this

I would pass out on the spot if I got to witness such bonetastic carnage with my own two eyes

#my greatest regret from the harrow nova au was that we didn’t get to see our great night boss in action #(if you haven’t seen terminator dark fate i would recommend it solely for this very hardcore scene and of course mack’s arms)#gideon the ninth spoilers #harrow the ninth spoilers #the locked tomb #harrow nova #terminator dark fate #gif #fen.op

281 notes · View notes

alittlegayblog · 3 years

Text

early accsess to this monstrosity

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1mOj09HxLrKsvnZum86HJD76yyFn0_ZcP_3Su_efxd1s/edit?usp=sharing

you better get ecxited for some fun bonetastic dating oppertunities in my (unfinished and horrible) Unertale dating sim! Please, lower your expectations and have fun /

#Undertale dating #Unertale dating sim #papyrus #sans #dating sim #please its so bad #undertale #papyrus x idk yn #papyrus x yn #sans x yn

15 notes · View notes

late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years

Text

Let me warm you by the fireplace

AN: This fic was written for @boxofbonesfic Bonetastic Bombastic 5k Celebration.

It was beta’d by the lovely @christywantspizza

The wheels provided the prompts Fireplace and Thor and I chose the dialogue prompt “my hands are cold” “then you should let me hold them”

The word count limit was 2.5k and this comes in at 2496, phew!

Pairing: BBF Thor x Reader

CW: Friends to Lovers, fluff, feels, soft fluffy smut, unprotected PinV sex (be a little bit wiser, baby- put it on, put it on), cuddling in front of the fireplace, gross over use of pet-names.

Find my Masterlist here

Enjoy!

The honk of a car horn sounded from outside. You smiled, pulled on your coat, grasped the handle of your suitcase and headed out of the door. It was the beginning of December and for the last three years, you, your brother and some of your friends had gathered on the second weekend of the month to have a pre-Christmas party at a small cabin up north. This year it was the turn of your brother’s best friend, Thor, to organise it. You’d had some extra holiday to take, so you’d offered to head up with him a day ahead, to get everything set up. You got along well, he was only 3 years older than you, and had never seemed to resent his friend’s little sister hanging around.

And, to be honest, you’d always had a bit of a crush on him. Well, a big crush in your early teenage years. Seeing him walk around shirtless in the Summer, wet swim shorts clinging to his groin and thighs, had definitely contributed to your sexual awakening and your intimate knowledge of your own body. He was tall, confident, blond haired, blue-eyed and always been broadly built, which had turned into toned muscle as he had got older. Nevertheless, as most teenage crushes do, the yearning brought on by proximity and raging hormones died down, and you liked to think he was your friend as well, not just your brother’s.

As you skipped down the front steps, Thor got down from the driver’s door of his shiny pick-up and, after stowing your case securely, he wrapped his arms around you in a big bear hug, practically raising you off the ground.

“And how’s my little Mariposa?”

As a small girl you had been obsessed with everything butterfly and the childhood teasing had turned into an affectionate nickname between the two of you, but you still huffed at him.

“I’m not little, Thor, not anymore .”

“Aah, but when you are my size, everyone is little.”

He smiled at you and let you down slowly, your body sliding against his. You tried not to let your thoughts run away with you as your breasts rubbed against his chest and you had to tilt your head all the way back to look into his ocean-blue eyes. Playfully pushing you away from him, he chuckled at you before you climbed into the passenger side of the pick-up and strapped yourself in.

“Mind if I have a little snooze on the way up?”

“Go ahead and sleep, Papillon. It will be a few hours. I will wake you up when we get there.”

He passed you a blanket from under his seat and you wrapped yourself in it. You smiled as you realised you had cocooned yourself, feeding into the silly butterfly joke between you both,but it had been a hard week and the cab of the pick-up was warm so it didn’t take you long to drift off.

The squeal of brakes woke you up when you arrived. You blinked sleepily, as you took in the cabin. The sun had almost set, but there was enough light left to make it easy to drag your luggage inside and help Thor with the boxes of decorations and the food. Or rather you tried to help but he brushed you off with a deep chuckle, lifting the boxes with ease and depositing them in the lounge area.

You flopped onto one of the familiar sofas as Thor pulled a torch from his pocket and went back outside to start up the generator. You heard it roar to life and walked over to the light switch, breathing a sigh of relief as the room brightened up.

On his return you put the food away and then, selecting the Christmas playlist on your phone, you opened up the decorations.

The pair of you laughed as you strung streamers and tinsel across the room, singing and dancing through your playlist. There was one moment, a slight awkwardness, as the pair of you bumped into each other and realised that you had stopped under the mistletoe that Thor had hung up. You tried to avoid it every year, aware that another twelve months had passed and you didn’t have a new partner to show for it. But as you stood under those small white berries and looked up at Thor, for a moment, you could swear you saw his eyes darken, saw some kind of intent there, but it passed quickly before he pressed a kiss to your cheek and mumbled about the jobs left to do.

You weren’t sure if you were disappointed or relieved. You had felt your heart fluttering, but Thor was your friend, and you weren’t going to jeopardise that by embarrassing yourself. The decorating done, you moved to the kitchenette and placed a couple of pizzas in the oven.

You were just pulling them out of the oven when the light’s flickered.

“Erm, Thor… What’s up with the ligh-”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before the lights flickered again and went out. It was eerily quiet in the cabin and you realised that not only had the lights gone off, the fridge and freezer weren’t making any noise either. In fact, you couldn’t hear the generator.

“Shit!”

You could just make out Thor’s large form across the room.

“I’ll go and check the generator, Perhonen, you get the candles out.”

He lumbered outside, a sharp draft of cold air sneaking in around him. The heating had only been off for a few minutes, but the cold wind outside of the wooden structure was making itself known.

You rooted around until you located and lit three candles. Using their dim light you sliced and plated the pizzas, and took them and two of the candles over to the coffee table. You could hear the generator trying to splutter back into life, but it wasn’t sounding good. Thor came back in about 10 mins later, to find you halfway through your pizza.

“Sorry, little one. I’m not sure what’s wrong with it, and with it being so dark, I just can’t see it all properly. I’m sure I’ll be able to sort it in the morning, but I think we’re going to be in for a cold night.”

He slumped down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in tight to his side. You turned and smiled at him.

“I’m sure we’ll be alright. You eat your pizza and I’ll see if I can light this fireplace. Got to put those skills I learned at Girl Scouts to good use!”

It took you a few minutes, but you couldn’t contain your glee as you coaxed the fire into life, and it began pumping heat out into the room. You turned back to Thor with a self-satisfied grin.

“Ta-da! Fire!”

The flames reflected in his eyes and he grinned back at you.

“You’re very resourceful, Fluturi. That will warm up this room, but not upstairs, so I think we’ll have to make ourselves a little camp down here tonight.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll manage.”

You both made your way upstairs, pulling the blankets and comforters off all the beds, before dragging them back down.

“You have the sofa, Mariposa – I won’t fit on it. I’ll just take the floor down here, and then I can add more logs during the night.”

“Ever the gentleman. I’ll erm… just uh, get changed into something more comfortable for sleeping. I’m sure I have some sweats in my suitcase.”

“In that case, I will let you change and I will see if there are any more pillows upstairs.”

Both changed, you snuggled into your cocoons, but the temperature had dropped even further and you hated to think what it would’ve been like without the fire. Despite all the layers you still felt cold, especially your hands. You tossed and turned, shoving them under the opposite arm pit in an attempt to warm up.

You heard Thor moving under his own covers and then his voice was right by your ear…

“What’s wrong, my little Schmetterling?”

You rolled to face him, blinking as you realised how close he actually was to you, his breath hot on your face and that heat flowed through your body, right to your core. Your eyes were drawn to look at his plump lips, framed by dirty blonde facial hair. Your own breath hitched as you wondered how his lips would feel against your own, how his moustache and beard would rub against your skin. One of his calloused hands came up cupping your cheek, rubbing across the bone with his thumb.

“Tell me, little one…”

His voice was low and syrupy, drawing you in.

“My hands are cold…”

His hand lowered from your face, and joined his other in enclosing both of yours.

“Then you should let me hold them.”

A small tug and your hands were held tight against his chest and his lips brushed yours, like a whisper, a promise.

“Thor…” his name fell quietly from your lips.

Keeping both your hands trapped in one of his, his free arm snaked around your waist, digging under the layers of blankets. He pulled you closer, then dragged you off the sofa and down onto the floor, into his ‘nest’. His lips pressed to yours again, but now passionate and hot, his tongue demanding almost immediate entry. His large body crowded you, your head spinning at this seismic shift in your relationship.

His lips felt just as you had imagined, both soft and strong. His facial hair tickled and rubbed at your skin, and you knew you would feel the burn in the morning. But you didn’t care, it was all you’d ever wanted, no matter how much you’d tried to deny it.

You whimpered and your hips jerked up, grinding against him as he took you apart with his kisses. You felt the warmth from the fireplace, but it was nothing compared to the heat Thor was creating inside you.

His hands let go of your waist and slid up under your sweater and vest, so his thumbs could rub gently across your nipples. Your fingers tangled in his long blonde hair trying to hold him to you, but he pulled his lips back from yours and you cried out at the loss.

“Shhhhhhh, my little one, my little butterfly. Let me make you warm.”

His lips moved to your jaw, your neck. He nipped at your collar bone before moving past the obstruction of your rucked up top to take one of your breasts in his mouth. Another breathy cry passed your lips. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. His hand moved to the waistband of your sweats, pushing the soft fabric down.

You kicked them off, heedless of the cold as his fingers found your slippery folds and you arched up into his touch, whining as a calloused digit rubbed over your clit, smearing your arousal over the sensitive bud. But when he moved so he could press one inside you, you cried out louder.

“Thor!!!”

You heard him chuckle against your chest as he started a gentle thrusting, his thumb moving back to your clit.

“So tight sweetheart. Need to get you ready…relax, Papillon.”

He added a second finger and the stretch made you see stars. Your hands clamped onto his arms, his sweatshirt the only thing that stopped you leaving nail marks. He spread his fingers, twisting and turning them, making a space for himself as his thumb continued to circle your clit and his mouth and tongue tortured your breasts in turn.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast. You screamed. Your muscles clenched around his fingers and your hips jerked upwards. Thor moved his mouth from your breast to swallow your cries and held his hand still so you could take from him what you needed. You felt boneless, heavy, finally letting yourself sink into the pile of comforters and blankets.

He was still kissing you, an arm under your head, the other fumbling between you.

“Ah, little one, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. Can’t believe it…”

He hitched one of your thighs over his hip and the blunt head of his cock probed your entrance. The tip caught and sunk in and thank fuck you’d already had an orgasm and were all relaxed, because he felt so thick. You wrapped your other leg around him and pressed your heels into the small of his back, urging him into you.

“Patience, we’ll get there.”

He rocked his hips against yours, ever so surely making his way inside you. Each small thrust pushed a whimper out of your mouth, every nerve still sensitive, and you both moaned in unison as his hips pressed up against the backs of your thighs, and you felt him, thick and throbbing, inside you. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and through your hooded gaze you could see him trying to control himself. You ran your fingers through his hair, and placed small, soft kisses to his lips and jaw.

When he let out a growl you shivered and your pussy clenched.

“Fuck!”

He shouted as you squeezed him, pulling back so far you could feel his flared head stretching you wide, before he sank back in, in one deep thrust. Your cry of pleasure spurred him to repeat the action, faster, and then again and again. He pounded into you and all you could do was hold on.

“My Mariposa, my delicate angel, fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t, fuck, I can’t stop, you feel so good…”

His pelvis rubbed against yours, your clit still throbbing from your earlier release, making you crest again. It was overwhelming and tears ran down your face.

“Gonna cum, Thor, fuck, gonna cum, goddddd, feels…fuuuuuck.”

You were rambling, but you didn’t care.

The movement of his hips faltered, becoming jerky.

“Cum for me angel, please!”

You dropped a hand from his neck and, pushing it between your bodies, rubbed circles over your clit. You came hard again, your release soaking your thighs and his balls, his head buried into your neck, his hips jerking a few more times, before he let out several deep grunts as his cum flooded you.

You laid there, dazed and sated, part of you still unwilling to accept that one of your deepest fantasies had been realised. Your eyes began to close as exhaustion took over, the warmth from the fireplace and Thor’s body lulling you to sleep. You were vaguely aware of him pulling back from you, the loss of heat causing you to squirm, but he was back swiftly, cleaning the mess between your thighs, before he laid down and pulled you half across him, tucking your head under his chin.

“Let me warm you by the fireplace, my little Perhonen.”

#thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #soft smut #friends to lovers #brother’s best friend #bonetastic bombastic 5k #late writes

259 notes · View notes