#i have to put them down quickly cause they start to squirm very soon but it's nice while it lasts

[slut4thebroken]

Bark Like You Want It

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Pairing | Dick Grayson x kinda dom!reader

Summary | “Please… I promise, I’ll be— I’ll be a good boy…” -Josh Hutcherson in that one film

Warnings | Smut, dry humping, very subby!Dick, multiple orgasms, overstim, praise, begging, sex pollen, creampies, my man loves tits fr.

Words | 2.6 k

Notes | Three fics in one day? I promise I’m not on crack or anything, guys… 😭🙏

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 28: sex pollen

“Please— Please,”

“What is happening right now?” You muttered to yourself, watching him drop to his knees, reaching out for you. 

“Please… I promise, I’ll be— I’ll be a good boy.”

You and Dick have been unofficial vigilante partners in Blüdhaven for a few months now. You’ve gotten used to the constant flirting and the over confident remarks, the smirking and teasing… but this behavior was definitely new. 

Batman had sent him on a retrieval mission of some sort because it was closer to Blüdhaven than Gotham, so Dick brought you along. Truthfully, the mission went by without a hitch. Even when you both got attacked by some goons that were “guarding” the place, you took them down easily. That was where the problem started though. 

During the attack, one of the vials in his pocket shattered, quickly seeping through his suit onto his skin. Neither of you notice at first though. 

Once you were surrounded by a few unconscious men, you were ready to go, but Dick made you wait a moment for him to catch his breath. Then he was fanning his face and complaining about how hot it was— which was mostly odd to you because you were a little cold this late at night and he didn’t even break a sweat during the “fight.” 

Then he started getting whiny though… 

“Please,”

You sighed and reached down, gripping his chin to turn his head side to side, examining his flushed cheeks, making him moan softly at the contact. You took off a glove and put the back of your hand to his forehead, feeling how warm he was.  

“Fuck— please, sweetheart.” He begged, leaning forward with a whine to chase your touch when you pulled your hand away. 

“Phone.” You said plainly, holding your hand out. He whined again, but obeyed nonetheless, scrambling to retrieve the device for you. “I need to call Batman.” He was clearly displeased by that and he squirmed at your feet. When you raised your brows impatiently, he pulled up the number and started the call, handing the device over to you. 

As soon as it stopped ringing, you didn’t let the person speak before you said, “Batman?” 

“…Who is this?” He replied.

“I’ve been working with Nightwing. I went with him to retrieve that substance you wanted.” You explained, then quickly continued. “What is it, exactly? And is it deadly?” 

He sighed over the phone and when Dick whined again, you gently nudged him with your boot to shut him up, but it just made him mewl. 

“Not deadly. It’s an upgraded version of Ivy’s sex pollen.”

“Sex pollen?” You echoed, groaning in your head to yourself at what that meant. “Is there an antidote?” You sighed. Dick was moving toward you, seemingly trying to mount your boot or something, so you took a step back and held your finger up, wordlessly telling him to wait. 

“Not for this version… That's what I was going to use the sample for.” 

You cursed under your breath and groaned out loud this time. “So, can he just wait it out?” 

“Not likely. From what I’ve heard, Ivy updated it to cause excruciating pain without stimulation, and the time needed for the drug to wear off also increases significantly if ignored.”  

“Of course it does.” You muttered to yourself. “Okay— I’ll figure something out. Can you come get the sample and start working on an antidote though?” 

“Yes… However, this kind of thing takes time. It’ll mostly likely be faster if you just… reach out to one of his old friends for assistance.” You tried to ignore the way your stomach twisted at the idea. 

“I said I’ll figure it out, just come get the damn sample and make the antidote!” You snapped, immediately regretting it when all you heard for a few seconds was uncomfortable silence. 

“Robin is closer than I am. I’ll send him.” He finally said, then the call ended. 

You let out an extremely heavy sigh, then put his phone away and grabbed his arm to haul him up. “You gotta help me out...” You grunted, struggling to lift him until he staggered to his feet. 

“Please,”

“Shut up. I have to get you somewhere safe.” You huffed impatiently, starting to become a little affected by the way he was whimpering and writhing…

“Can you drive?” You asked, getting your answer when he nuzzled the top of your head while trying to press his body against yours. “Right.” You muttered. So you got on your bike, having him sit behind you— You didn’t even need to tell him to hold on in his delirious state because he was already wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair, inhaling deeply as his hips started rutting. You could tell by his strained movements that he was trying not to start dry humping your ass, but he just couldn’t help it. 

Reminding yourself it was just the drug, you quickly drove off, trying not to focus on it or on how your clit was starting to ache too. 

When you finally made it outside his apartment, you turned the bike off, then his phone was ringing. You struggled to pry him away from your body enough to grab his phone, but eventually you managed. 

“This is Robin— I’m five minutes out. You’re at his place, right?”

You practically breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Yeah, we just got here, I’m going to try and get him up.” 

That was easier said than done. Dick refused to let go of you, his hips still grinding a little. 

Until you finally snapped. 

“You have three seconds to get off the damn bike or I’ll tie you up and leave you like this until Batman finishes making the antidote.” You said firmly, making him whine again. “Three… Two…” He finally dislodged himself from you and got off the bike, needing to hold onto you again because he was so out of it. But you managed to get him upstairs after a while of senseless begging and pleading from him. 

The front door wasn’t even shut for ten seconds before someone knocked. 

“It’s open.” You called out, dropping Dick onto the couch unceremoniously as the door opened. You got on your knees on the floor to search the rest of his pockets carefully for the remaining vials as the younger boy walked in. When he got a good look at Dick, he laughed quietly. 

“He looks terrible.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying not to blush at the way he moaned as your hands searched all of the pockets in his suit until you found the samples. 

“All the more reason to get this antidote made quickly.” You finally responded, handing him the vials. 

“…Did Batman not tell you?” 

“Tell me what?” You sighed, sitting back on your heels and finally taking a breather. When Dick reached out for you, you slapped his hands away. 

“It’s going to take a while… Waiting for an antidote is pointless, he’ll just suffer longer.” 

“Okay, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” You snapped, the frustration and jealousy finally getting to you. 

“Look, “sex pollen” is a misleading name, okay? It mostly just increases arousal and lowers inhibitions… So anything he’s saying he wants right now.. he’s already been wanting.” Robin said carefully, looking between you and Dick. “And it doesn’t really seem like he’s calling out for Barbara or Kori…” 

“It’s just because I’m in front of him right now.” You muttered dismissively, barely believing it yourself, but you still couldn’t believe that Dick actually wanted you. 

“Yeah, that’s not how it works.” He snickered, making you glare at him. 

“Okay— You’ve made your point, Boy Wonder. Go meddle somewhere else.” You snapped again, this time out of embarrassment. He held up his hands in mock surrender as he backed toward the door. 

“If you don’t believe me, I’m sure Kori would love to help.” He said coyly, now just blatantly teasing you about it. Before you could yell at him, he was already leaving. 

You sighed quietly and turned back to Dick, frowning at how miserable he looked right now. 

“Okay… I’m gonna help you, alright?” You said softly, trying to pull him up again so you could move to the bed. Instead, he grabbed onto you and pulled you down, making you land against him with a startled sound. 

“Please… It hurts— make it go away.” He whimpered, his hips rutting up against you. 

“I’m gonna make it go away, don’t worry.”

He moaned your name, sounding like he was in so much pain, and you could feel his bulge even through his padded suit, so you knew he must have been incredibly painful by now. 

“You gotta let go of me so I can get your suit off, Dick.” You said gently, trying to pull away. He didn’t hear you though. All he registered was you trying to move away, so he flipped both of you over, pinning you to the couch on your back, laying on top of you… Then he just started humping you as he held you down. 

You blushed furiously, but you couldn’t do anything other than lay there and take it because he was far stronger than you. After a few seconds, he nuzzled your neck and his sounds got louder as his hips stuttered— He was coming already… 

Fuck. 

“Thank you— Thank you! More… Need more.” He mewled, sounding so incredibly desperate and pathetic. By now, your cunt was throbbing, needing relief. 

“Dick.” You tried, but it went ignored by him. When you struggled under him, he put more of his weight on you. So you grabbed his hair and yanked his head back as hard as you could, making him cry out, but start rutting faster. “Dick!” You yelled, slapping him across the face when he still wasn’t paying attention. That made him finally freeze, staring at you with wide eyes, panting like he just ran a mile. 

“Do you want to keep humping me like a dog or do you want to fuck me?” 

His jaw fell open slightly and he stared at you for just another second before he snapped out of it and started frantically removing his suit. You pulled down the zipper of your own suit and peeled it off your body down to your knees. But he wasn’t satisfied with that, so he pulled off your boots, then undressed you the rest of the way. He ended up removing his whole suit also because he was sweating and flushed, and felt too constricted. When his messy cock was freed, he breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t waste any time lining up between your legs. 

“I-I’ll try to be gentle,” As you got a good look at the absolute monster between his legs, you appreciated the sentiment, but you were too fucking needy to give a shit about him being gentle right now. 

“Just fuck me, Grayson.” You huffed impatiently, making his eyes darken. Then he slammed in. You cried out, clinging to his bare shoulders to ground yourself. 

“Fuck…” He choked out, his second orgasm hitting him before he could even get all the way inside you. “So fucking t-tight.” He gritted through pathetic whimpers and moans. Then he started rutting. He winced, his brows knitting together in an extremely attractive display of pain from overstimulation, but he didn’t stop.

“Good boy…” You cooed, just trying it out to see how he’d respond. He mewled, almost sounding like your praise was making his pain worse somehow. “Fuck— you feel incredible, baby. So big…” You moaned. He finally dropped his head into your chest and you smirked at how much he was suffering from pleasure. 

Only after his face was buried in your cleavage, did he finally remember that you had tits he could play with so he quickly pulled your bra down and latched onto your nipple with his mouth. His hips started rutting faster, humping your body desperately, his thick cock sawing in and out of your leaking cunt. The squelch of his come sloshing around inside you was completely obscene and made you blush.  

“Gonna- come again. Please…” He whimpered, barely pulling away from your nipple enough to speak. 

“Go ahead, baby. Fill me up again… You can do it.” You cooed softly, encouragingly. He sobbed out a moan in response, then moved to your other nipple while his hand cupped your breast. You cursed under your breath and arched up into him, giving him slightly better access. He whined and started rutting more eagerly when your hands threaded through his hair, tugging gently. 

Finally, he was coming for the third time. His seed was gushing out around his cock, rolling down your ass and staining the couch, splattering over your thighs and his balls as he continued thrusting. He was moaning around your nipple, suckling on it for comfort as he clung to you. 

Barely seconds after his orgasm faded, he was pulling out and flipping you over, then lifting you up onto your knees and plunging back in. You cried out, frantically moving a hand down to start rubbing your clit. Dick laid over your back, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. 

“Feels so good… Thank you,” he gasped out, humping you like a literal dog in heat. He just kept getting more desperate and more pathetic… which kept turning you on more and more. “‘m your good boy.” He murmured, sounding almost delirious with pleasure. He was rambling incoherently, but you could kind of make out more begging and pleading, and even asking you to say it. So, of course, you complied. 

“You’re my good boy…” The sound he released almost made you feel bad for him. “Did such a good job waiting patiently for me to help you… I’m so proud of you, baby.” 

“Fuck- please…” He whimpered brokenly. 

“Is my good boy gonna help make me come?” You could feel him nodding, then he was rambling senselessly again, but you could understand that he was agreeing. “Keep going then, angel.” He didn’t have to be told twice… 

He was bucking into you desperately, moving his hands to grope your tits and roll your nipples between his fingers. You started rubbing your clit faster, feeling yourself slowly start to approach the edge. 

“C’mon, baby… Make me come.” You said softly, encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. “There you go… Good boy, keep going.” You moaned. 

Dick was only getting more eager and frantic, panting heavily against the side of your neck while he lost himself in the overwhelming tightness of your velvety warmth. 

Finally, your orgasm crashed over you. When your cunt clamped down on his cock, fluttering wildly, he choked out a moan and followed suit. Not wanting to ruin your orgasm, he did his best to keep thrusting, but was having a much harder time than just a moment ago. He hugged you tighter, gently biting down on your shoulder, and you moved your free hand up to hold onto his hair. 

The pleasure eventually faded and overstimulation quickly replaced it, making you reach behind yourself to grab his hip, holding him still so you could take a moment to rest. He whimpered, trying to be obedient and not squirm, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Please… Just need a little more.” He pouted, rocking his hips to try and get the stimulation back. 

“I need a break, angel.” You said gently, but firmly. 

“But it still hurts…” His whimper made you roll your eyes and finally push his hips back to dislodge his cock from your pussy, a gush of his seed following suit. He whined loudly in displeasure, but didn’t try to stop you when you pushed him away so you could turn over onto your back again. 

“Fuck my tits and mouth. After you come again, you can keep fucking my pussy.” You said plainly, catching him off guard. But he nodded frantically and eagerly straddled your torso to get started. 

[imbadatwrighting]

PAIRING: dean winchester x ditzy!winchester!reader, sam winchester x ditzy!winchester!reader (both platonic)

SUMMARY: maybe the winchester brothers should have made sure you were doing your homework instead of letting you goof off in your room; it only made you more stubborn.

A/N: i’m pretty sure this is very stupid and probably not that well written (if you can’t tell by the summary). I gotta start getting into writing again on tumblr 😭 but anyways this is based off this post!! mentions of getting hurt from a gun.

They should have known you weren’t doing your homework like you promised. You were never one who liked to do your schoolwork, even after being homeschooled due to the hunting life you were born into. It wasn’t like you couldn’t, just most of the time, you never put much effort into trying to.

It’s why most times when Sam gave you work to complete by yourself, you’d hold off until Sam’s patience wore thin and he begrudgingly helped you out. Not that Sam didn’t like to help his baby sister out, but he knew you could do it if you tried. Then again, it felt sort of nice to know someone relied on him and not Dean for once.

Maybe the first sign they should’ve noticed was how quickly you sprung up to go your room at the mention of school work. Once perched on Dean’s lap as he sat in one of the library chairs, your fingers twiddling with his flannel, then up and scurrying to your room when Sam only asked if you got any done yet.

A look of confusion spread on their faces and a quick, “be careful!” left Dean when he heard your little giggle as your thigh high socks made you slide down the hallway. But the groans and huffs of annoyance soon heard throughout the bunker caused them to force away their questions and continue on with their day. Dean drinking his beer and pretending to read the lore books while Sam actually read.

It was only a little more than half an hour later when they heard your door slam open and your feet paddling against the hard floor that they looked up. Sam stood up, walking quickly to where he heard you coming before your figure collided with his. He stumbled back only slightly, his hand grabbing onto your elbows to still you. It looked like it affected you more than it did him, Sam having to hold you up to stop you from getting knocked down on the floor.

“Hey, hey,” he spoke softly, his face painted with concern. “Are you okay?” You nodded your head quickly, basically hopping on your tippy toes with excitement. “I did it!” you giggled.

Sam raised his eyebrow. “Did what? Your homework?” he asked. He almost congratulated you before he saw the look on your face. Pure confusion and slight disgust. “What—no. Why would I want to do that?”

Of course not. Sam hummed with slight disappointment, but he didn’t get another word in edgewise before you were squirming out of his grasp and speed walking over to Dean. Your hand grabbed at his sleeve, trying to drag your older brother out of his chair.

Dean only looked at you with an amused expression, not moving a single inch even when you used your full body strength to try forcing him up. It wasn’t until the tone of your whines started getting more annoyed that he relented. His hand grabbed yours, making sure you kept your balance. “I’m up, I’m up. Don’t get your pants in a twist, sweetheart,” he grumbled, setting his beer on the table as you already started pulling him towards your room.

You didn’t even bother to question his phrase, even though you knew you were wearing a skirt, not pants. You just continued to drag Dean as Sam followed behind you two silently. You were babbling on about how you had to show Dean something but never mentioning what that something was.

When you finally got to your room Dean looked around in slight confusion. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. An army of stuffed animals still on the pink covers, your backpack, where you stuffed all your school papers, still peaked out of your closet unopened. Neither Dean nor Sam saw any reason why you’d want them in your room.

It wasn’t until you held up your computer. “See that, Dee?” you giggled, almost pushing the screen into his face. Sam grabbed the laptop from you carefully, but still held it so Dean could see.

“What am I supposed to be seeing, sweetheart?” he asked, looking at your screen. All he saw was a video game, that only took him a short second before he questioned if you should be playing it. But then again, he wouldn’t be bringing that up right now, he’d leave that to Sam.

A pout rested on your face and an annoyed huff left your mouth. “Mhm, I won!” you answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dean nodded silently at your words. “Good for you,” he muttered.

You waited for Dean to add anymore but when he didn’t you groaned, taking a small step forward. One of your arms wrapped around his while the other pointed at the laptop screen. “I shot all those people! Now you can really give me a gun!”

That got your brothers’ attention, their heads turning to look at you. Dean grinned but his eyes stayed focused on your face like he was trying to find a glimpse at any sort of prank. Yet he found none.

Dean’s face hardened within seconds. “No,” he suddenly declared.

He could only think of all the scenarios of you getting hurt because of a damn gun. He hated the idea of you forgetting to turn off the safety and hurting yourself or someone taking your gun and using it against you. He especially hated the idea that you needed a gun in the first place. You don’t need a gun, you have him.

Sam nodded slowly, agreeing with his brother before shutting your laptop. “Video games aren’t anything like real life. We can’t make the decision to give you a gun based off it,” Sam sighed.

A frown fell on your face and you unwrapped yourself from your brothers, snatching the laptop from your other brother. “We hunt literal monsters and I still can’t use a gun?” you pouted, throwing your laptop onto your bed and crossing your arms.

“Well, when I don’t have to worry about the gun smacking you because of the recoil or you dropping it from the noise, I’ll think about it,” Dean grumbled.

“Besides,” Sam cut in with a small, apologetic smile, “you don’t need a gun; we gave you a knife last year incase there was a time you needed protection and we couldn’t be there, remember?”

You huffed dramatically, turning your head to the side in frustration. “Yeah, but that’s not the same,” you pouted. Sam nodded slightly, thinking of what to say to hopefully get you to agree. “Well, maybe in a few years we can revisit it, but for now, Dean and I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

“That’s not fair!” you declared, stomping your foot against the floor.

Dean rolled his eyes at your little temper tantrum. What was the big deal? So what if you can’t get a gun? It’s better than shooting off your face because you forgot to turn the safety on when you tried messing with it. “You know what’s not fair—” he started, eyes narrowing on you.

“Listen,” Sam interjected quickly, giving Dean a quick glare. “we can talk about this later. In the meantime both of you need to calm down. Go watch a movie or something.”

It seemed like your pout lessened and your frustration dissipating as the seconds went by. “Only if I get to pick,” you muttered.

Dean scoffed at that, his eyes rolling slightly. “I am not watching Gossip Girl with you again,” he grumbled. Your eyes narrowed on your eldest brother and before Sam could blink both of you were squabbling like toddlers.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t bothering trying to stop you two; that would lead nowhere. With a huff, he was already heading out the door, knowing the fight wouldn’t lead anywhere else. By now you probably already forgot about not getting your way anyways. “Do your homework, please!” Sam said before stepping out of the room.

“I’ll do it later!” you yelled back, barely paying attention as you tried messing with Dean. Sam could hear you giggle as Dean probably pushed you onto your bed. Sam could only sigh, hiding his smile as he moved into the dean cave. He began setting up the movie he knew both his older brother and little sister would like; there was only so much energy in you before you’d want to cuddle up to your brothers and watch tv.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Shy G!P Mina popping boners left and right when spending time with her members and being crazy embarrassed about it. One day Nayeon catches her trying to hide it and they have this long talk where Nayeon comforts her and just listens like the good unnie she is

However, when they are filming another live to wrap up their tour with ONCE, they talk a little too much about Momo on that pole, and Mina can’t stop her blood going south. So Nayeon, who sat beside Mina in the back row, starts touching her without ever taking her eyes off the camera. She gives the best hj ever and catches her release inside her palm

Bonus points if poor Tzuyu notices at some point

A/N: I’m so sorry for taking so so long to do this anon😭 there’s no excuse. I hope you like it though. Also there’s going to be a special announcement soon which I’m sure most of you will be *happy* (🌚) about so stay tuned for that.

Got the thrills

G!p Mina x Nayeon(?)

CW: G!p, smut, handjob

Mina was sitting lazily on the couch when Momo and Sana walked in, ready for their solo performances and suddenly Mina felt it really REALLY necessary to readjust her shirt and legs, closing her legs tight but it was not of much use, seeing her two very hot friends look so good made her feel something, made her blood rush and not to her heart. It was starting to annoy her now, recently this had been happening so frequently and she was getting tired of it. Squirming, she tried not to make a big deal out of it when suddenly Sana catches her completely off guard.

“Mina, let’s take some pictures!”, Sana asked, smiling.

“Huh!”, Mina felt completely taken aback by this, she hadn’t expected this at all. She shifted and shuffled a bit on couch like she was making space for them to sit.

Unfortunately that idea didn’t work as Sana giggled and pulled Mina up by her hands causing her to panic more as suddenly her boner was somewhat exposed…

But they were so focused on taking the photo that they didn’t really notice. She sat down quickly immediately, putting a cousin on her lap and breathing a sigh of relief.

That’s when she felt someone sit next to her, “is it really that embarrassing for you”, Nayeon bluntly asks.

“Eh! What!?”, Mina asks, immediately flustered pretending not to know what Nayeon is talking about.

Nayeon stares at her for a few seconds before holding her hand, “I’ve seen you struggling with this a lot lately but you don’t need to be so scared or shy.”

Mina looks away, completely embarrassed and stays quiet.

Nayeon squeezes her hand lightly, “hey, don’t be shy, it’s ok, sometimes you can’t help it I guess and sometimes you are a bit naughty”, Nayeon smirks and Mina goes even redder, “but it’s still ok, and you know you can talk to me anytime about anything.”

Mina stays quiet but moves closer to Nayeon, resting her head on her shoulder and hugs her. Nayeon smiles softly and returns her hug.

“Thank you, I’m really grateful to have you”, Mina says sincerely.

Nayeon smiles, “of course! And remember if you want to talk”, she suddenly smiles mischievously and winks, “or if you need a hand, I’m here for you.”, saying this she gets up and leaves while Mina sits, stunned and red faced.

“Ok is everyone here now?”, Jihyo asked as the livestream begins. The members state their presence and talk amongst themselves briefly and then began to talk about the tour. As they discussed with the chat their favorite moments, Momo’s pole dancing kept returning to the conversation and suddenly Mina kept getting too many flashbacks which now affected her more than she expected.

She tried to act nonchalant and put her hand down but it was of no use. She was rock hard. Her cock was almost poking out of her skirt and she was beginning to panic. That’s when she felt a hand on her thigh and she immediately looked over and saw that it was Nayeon’s hand. Mina was panicking hard now but when she saw how calm Nayeon seemed, she felt a little less nervous until Nayeon began to speak.

“Yes, it’s my first time here in this part”, her hands moved closer, brushing against her tip, “I didn’t expect it to be this big, yes I’m glad so many of you came to watch us”.

Mina felt her heart beat faster as Nayeon gently stroked her tip. She wasn’t even focusing on the conversation anymore, her entire focus was on Nayeon’s hand and her fear that they would be caught. Even though they both were sitting at the very back, her thoughts kept relaying the worst outcomes

“I do feel that in this tour we’ve gotten to know a different side of each other”, Nayeon continued to talk, suddenly squeezing Mina’s cock gently and begin to stroke the whole thing.

Mina nearly moaned out loud, her hands fly to cover her mouth. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. What if they got caught?! What would happen?! And why did everything Nayeon say seem so suggestive. But with each stroke, it seemed less plausible as Mina began to focus more on what would happen if they didn’t get caught.

Now, Mina was trying really hard not to breathe heavily while at the same time trying to look calm but it was getting more and more difficult to do it as she felt her release getting closer.

Nayeon was trying not to smirk as she jerked off Mina quicker and just as quickly Mina’s cock began to throb hard, signaling her approaching release. Unfortunately for her though, Nayeon tightened her grip on Mina’s cock and Mina could only hold her breath as she began to cum. Gasping softly, but thanks to the tight grip of Nayeon’s hand, she could only have it ooze out on her hand.

As Mina tried to slow her breathing down, it went to waste when she saw Tzuyu looking at her with a shocked and panicked expression. Mina froze, staring right back at her, her face flushing with absolute embarrassment, guilt and horror.

Nayeon by this point found a tissue and wiped her hand cleaned when she noticed Mina and Tzuyu looking at each other and suppressed a smile.

“Anyways this is all we have time for today once, we need to sleep soon because we have a long flight tomorrow. Goodbye!”, Jihyo said energetically and ended the stream.

Some members chatted to each other while the trio at the back was silent. As Mina contemplated what she should do, Sana turned to face her, tapping Mina’s knees playfully, “Mina, you are so naughty recently but you are also a bit obvious, I think all of us saw you. I can’t believe you would feel shy around any of us. You really seemed stressed now that I think about it. Thankfully you have 8 friends who’ll be happy to help you”.

Mina listened in shock to Sana when she realized everyone was looking at her and suddenly she realized what Sana had suggested and she slowly started to get hard again…..perhaps the others were right, maybe she should be using the others- ahem, ask them for help……..

[lou-struck]

A Ghoulish Encounter

Mammon x reader

Flufftober Day 7: Intruder

W.C: 1.5k

~You and Mammon thought you were having a quiet movie night at home when suddenly he lets out a scream. 

"No, get out of there, ya dumb Human," Mammon screams at the screen, but it is no use. You've seen this film before, and you don't like the ending. The Demon's hand hasn't left yours since the first jumpscare, and you have a feeling it won't be leaving anytime soon.

As the horror film's protagonist descends deeper and deeper into the basement, he unconsciously scoots closer and closer to you. His blue-gold gaze is locked on the screen, unable to look away as the masked killer shuts the door behind the film's supposed final girl, and the screen goes black. 

"Wait, what? Is it over?" Mammon asks, leaning into the edge of the couch. Suddenly, the girl's scream rips through the speakers and Mammon lets out a guttural one of his own. The credits roll slowly, and the demon pants, looking at you in disbelief. "I can't believe you humans make stuff like this for fun. I mean, seriously, what is up with that?"

"It's pretty intense. Are you okay, Mammon?" You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I didn't scar you for life or anything, did I?"

He relaxes a bit and slings his arm around your shoulder.", flashing you his white smile. "Nahh, m' fine. Just concerned for you; watching this kinda stuff could really mess someone up." His poker face is convincing for some, but you know that if you don't do something to take his mind off the movie, he will be having some serious nightmares in the future.

"Right, I'm the one who can't watch scary movies." you tease, reaching for the remote. "It's still pretty early; how about we watch something else? We don't get to have a movie night with just the two of us very often."

The Greedy Demon's grin grows wider at your request as he puffs out his chest. "Of course, ya want to spend some more time with The Great Mammon. Could ya put on somethin a bit less spooky, though? I'd hate for ya to get scared again and spill the popcorn everywhere."

Looking down at the carpet you see the littering of the puffed kernels surrounding the couch. During the opening chase scene, Mammon was so scared he jumped out of his seat taking the nearly full bowl of popcorn that had been on his lap with him. 

"Last time I checked, you were the one who knocked over the bowl," you say correcting him, watching in delight as his tanned cheeks darken at his slipup. "Could you make some more while I pick the movie?"

"It was an accident," He mumbles, taking the bowl and heading off toward the kitchen. Alone in the living room, you look around at the mess. If Lucifer gets home from his meeting and sees the mess, Mammon would be in for one hell of a punishment. With a flick of your wrist, you use your magic to pick up the kernels and start to float them to the nearest trash. 

Suddenly, Mammon's ear-splitting scream comes from the hallway, causing you to lose your concentration. Popcorn kernels fall to the ground as you jump to your feet. 

"Mammon?" you call, your concerned voice echoing through the dark hallway. "Are you okay?" When you fail to get a response from the Demon, you begin to worry. 

That scream sounded serious.

He could be hurt.

Although you just finished a movie in which several members of the cast were picked off in this exact manner. You step into the hallway. Your hand drags against the wall, feeling around blindly for the light switch.

Through the darkness, my hand reaches out and pulls you into an open doorway. You open your mouth to scream, but a second hand quickly muffles the sound by covering your mouth. You thrash and squirm against your silence until you pull back and jab your elbow hard into their torso. They let out a familiar sounding "oof and loosen their grip.. 

"Ow, what the?" Mammin goans. His eyes are wide with fear, and his face is as wide as a sheet. "Mc, it's just me; cut it out."

"Mammon, why would you do that? "you pant, "Why would you scream like that? You had me worried."

"Shhhhhh, lower yer voice." he says, flinching at your not loud at all voice. "m' jus tryin' to protect ya."

"From what?" You ask, lowering your voice to a whisper.

"T-the thing?" he says, his eyes darting around the room. Maybe watching the horror movie was a bad choice if he is freaking out like this. You place your hand gently on his trembling arm and try to give him a reassuring smile. "Ya don't believe me. But I really did see something; it was right there."

You peek your head around the corner, expecting to see some trick of the light or one of those weird marble statues, but see nothing but a window-lit mirror. "Mammon, I don't see anything. Are you sure you~" your voice trails off as a figure with monstrous features steps into view of the mirror dressed in a long dark garment? You've seen many demons and monsters in your short time in the devildom but none as hideous as this. The veil of darkness only blurs its enlarged features that seem to wobble. The creature makes a strange, muffled humming sound as it travels through the hallway until it disappears from view.

"Oh my god, what is that thing?" you spew out in a rapid whisper.

"I don't know," he whispers back, 'but that's what I'm tryin to figure out." it's footsteps grow closer and you wince, whatever that monster is it seems to be coming for you both. 

"Is it a ghoul?" Mammon asks, and you shake your head with uncertainty. You really should've paid more attention in your Devildom Monster Awareness Class.

"No clue, but it's getting closer," you say worriedly. You may have a decent chunk of magical power, but you are just a human. "Should we try and fight it?"

"I think we have to," Mammon gulps, pushing you behind him. "Get ready MC, I'll turn on the lights and distract the thing and you knock it down with that one spell you used on that vampire creep who tried followin ya home last week."

You nod as Mammon slowly crawls over to the light switch and gets to his feet. His horns emerge from his head as he shifts into his demon form. 

Electricity crackles at your fingertips as you prepare to blast this ghoul into next year. The steps grow closer and closer until Mammon turns on the light, causing the monster to turn. 

"Get back, ya ugly thing," he screams, lunging at the creature's face. But it steps backward into you, and you meet its familiarly gorgeous peach-colored eyes. 

"Asmo?" you breathe, realizing that under the cover of darkness, your brain may have tricked you a bit. Instead of a ghoul with a large, puffy, misshapen head, it's the Avatar of Lust in the middle of his skincare regime. He removes his teeth-whitening mouthguard and looks between you and Mammon like you have three heads. 

"Yeah, it's me," He says, sounding more than just a bit pissed. 

"Why do ya look like that?" Mammon sputters out, reaching out and poking the charcoal color bubble face mask; when he withdraws his hand, it contains the smudged residue of the mask.

"I was doing my pre-photo shoot skincare routine. But when I came down here to make myself a cup of tea, I heard Mammon screaming like an idiot and wanted to see what was going on." 

He turns to you and uses the back of the sleeve of his bathrobe to wipe the mask off his face, revealing his glowing skin, and winks at you. "If I knew you were going to jump on me, MC, I would've dressed for the occasion." 

"Sorry if we scared you Asmo," you say, ignoring his flustering teasing. "Someone got a bit jumpy after watching a scary movie."

Mammon turns beet red. "Cut it out human, I was just messin with ya, The Great Mammon wasn't scared, I was just messin with ya and that wild imagination of yers."

Asmodeus rolls his eyes, "Mammon, you really need to work on your acting ability. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get some beauty sleep," He turns heel and walks back to his room, leaving you and Mammon alone once again. 

"So you really weren't scared at all?" you ask the Demon. You give him the most innocent look you can muster as you lay your trap. 

"Of course not," he lies, sounding more unconvincing by the second. "I told ya m' not scared of anythin."

"Then you wouldn't mind it if we watch the sequel next, would you?" you ask, taking his hand. You have no intention of making him watch another scary movie, but seeing just how long he will cling to you while watching Hocus Pocus would make for some pretty decent entertainment. 

"S-sequel," he stutters as you pull him back into the living room to resume your movie night.

Tagging; @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

[secretleeme]

Makeup (A sfw tickle fic)

Scraps runs out of makeup, so she goes to a certain mirror’s room to get some. Things go wrong very quickly…

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“Oh nonono!” 

Scraps looked through all her supplies and yet, it had seemed she had run out of both face paint and makeup. Oh how was she going to apply her eye stripes without them?

Gigi looked into Scraps room, met with heaps of scattered boxes, all empty.

“What’s going on?” 

Gigi said as she wandered into the room.

“My makeups all gone!” 

Scraps cried. 

Gigi thought for a moment before suggesting; “Why don’t you get some from Glisten? I know he has loooaaaddds!”

“Glisten would never let me have any of his makeup!” 

Scraps knew that Glisten often bought expensive makeup and would be distraught if s o m e o n e used it purely for clown makeup.

“Well duh! You have to steal it then!” Gigi smirked. Scraps gasped.

“I couldn’t! What if I get caught?”

“You wooooon’t! Look, Glistens currently out with Boxten right now, I doubt he’s gonna be back anytime soon.”

Scraps was worried, yet determined.

“O-okay! I’m gonna give it a shot!”

“Yes Scraps!” Gigi cheered as Scraps began to march to Glisten’s room. 

“But wait I nearly forgot something!” 

Gigi handed Scraps Glisten’s room key. Scraps frowned. 

“Why do you have this?” 

“I mayyyyy have exact replicas of everyone’s room keys…” 

“Including me?” 

Gigi chuckled nervously. 

“Of course not….!” 

She blushed and looked down at the ground. Gigi was such a bad liar.

“Uh anyways gotta go bye!” 

And with that, Gigi sped away. Scraps sighed before heading to the mirror’s room.

She made sure noone was around as she turned the key and opened Glisten’s door. She quietly yet quickly scurried around, trying to find where he put the makeup.

“If I was an egotistical mirror, where would I keep my makeup..?” 

Scraps looked around before glancing at his dressing table, a very obvious place for his makeup. On it was a sparkly pink bag.

Scraps tore open the bag to find heaps of makeup, including mascara, and red lipstick. Perfect for Scraps stripes. 

Scraps quickly put the lipstick in her pocket, closed the makeup bag and left it exactly how it was.

“What are you doing in my room?”

Scraps snapped around.

“Oh hi Glisten!” Scraps giggled nervously, glancing at the irritated mirror.

“What are you doing in my room, Scraps?” Glisten tapped his foot impatiently.

“Wait you weren’t trying to get my makeup were you!?”

Scraps’ heart stopped.

“No! Why would I?” Scraps could feel sweat form on her forehead.

“Uhhhh anyway I’ve gotta go!”

Scraps tried to leave but Glisten wouldn’t budge away from the door.

“You never answered my question.” 

Glisten stepped closer towards Scraps, gazing at her with suspicion.

Suddenly with little warning, Glisten reached into Scraps pocket, gently grazing her side.

A small giggle escaped Scraps mouth as Glisten pulled out the lipstick.

“I knew it!” Glisten sighed. 

“You know you could’ve just asked!” Glisten glared over at Scraps as she fidgeted nervously.

“We both know you’d say no!” 

Scraps exclaimed. 

“Yeah, but you can still ask!”

Glisten stepped closer towards Scraps, as he placed the lipstick back on his dressing table. 

“Y’know, I can’t let you get away with this..” Glisten got even closer to Scraps, a smirk forming on his lips. He suddenly poked her side, which caused Scraps to giggle. 

“Oh, so you are ticklish! I thought I noticed something when I grabbed the lipstick!”

Glisten beamed with mischief as Scraps attempted to escape his room again. 

“Ah ah ahhh!” Glisten tutted as he grabbed her arm quickly and began to tickle Scraps side.

“G-gyahahaha?!” 

Laughter started to escape her as Scraps wiggled and squirmed around. 

“I’m gonna have to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” 

Glisten continued his torment as Scraps’ laughter increased. 

Glisten managed to push Scraps onto the floor, pinning her down, and started scattering his fingers all over her stomach.

“GYAHAHS S-STOP THAHAHAT!”

Scraps quickly grabbed both of Glistens hands, stopping the torture. No matter how much Glisten tried to shake her off, she wouldn’t let go. 

“I-i’m sorry Glisten” 

Scraps said, giggling as Glisten continued to try and tickle her.

“Let go of me, Scraps.” 

“Nohoho!” 

Scraps kept her grip on his wrists. 

“I won’t dohohoh this agahahahin I promise!” 

Glisten didn’t give up trying to shake her hands away. 

“Come on Scraps! You’ve done the crime now do the time!” 

Glisten laughed playfully. Scraps giggled under him.

“Uhhh, whats going on?” 

Glisten and Scraps looked to see Vee peeking through the door, pure confusion on her face.

“V-Vee! You’ve gotta help me! Glisten’s trying to tickle me!” 

Scraps said desperately, her hands clinging onto Glisten for dear life.

“Oh Vee! She tried to steal my makeup!” Glisten whined.

Vee chuckled playfully. 

“Oh Glisten, you know makeup isn’t everything right?” 

Vee walked over to the two. 

Wait- was Vee going to save her? Scraps finally had hope as she watched Vee come closer, only for her to quickly grab Scraps wrists and pin them above her head, causing her to let go of Glisten’s wrists.

A shriek escaped as Scraps desperately struggled, but to no avail. 

Dammit why was this robot so goddam strong?

“What I do wanna know though is how you keep winning my gameshows?” 

Vee smirked as she watched Scraps’ eyes widen.

Glisten rubbed his wrists. 

“Owie ow! My goodness Scraps you’re stronger than you look!” Glisten smirked. 

“But not as strong as Veeeeee~”

Vee kept Scraps arms pinned, showing no signs of mercy.

“Hehehe get readyyyyyy!”

Glisten raised his hands just above Scraps’ stomach, wriggling his fingers. Scraps began giggling hysterically. 

“Oh come on darling i’m not even touching you yet!” 

Glisten winked, making Scraps giggle harder. 

Glisten gave a chuckle, before scattering his fingers all over her stomach. Scraps thrashed around desperately. 

“GYAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO” 

She tried so hard to pull her arms down, even a little bit, but Vee was having none of it.

“Coochie coochie coo!” 

Glisten taunted as Scraps continued to laugh.

“Wow, I didn’t expect her to be so ticklish.” 

Vee wondered aloud, smirking at the squirming craft. 

“And i’m only getting started.” 

Glisten then moved his hands to her sides, squeezing and pinching them, making Scraps gasp and laugh harder. 

“PLEHEHEHESE STAHAHAHPPP” 

Scraps begged, tears forming in her eyes. 

Vee and Glisten continued to torment her and after a while, Vee quickly let go of one of Scraps’ hands, pinned both hands up with one arm, and used her free hand to start scribbling under Scraps’ arms.

A death spot for sure.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THEREHEHEHEHE PLEHEHEHEASEE IM SORREHEHEHRHY” 

Tears of laughter escaped Scraps. 

“Aww she’s so adorable!”

Glisten and Vee continued to coo as Scraps begged and pleaded for mercy. 

“Do you think shes had enough yet?” 

Vee chuckled. 

Scraps couldn’t even speak anymore. She was just a complete puddle of giggles.

“Hmm I guess we could stop for now!” Glisten and Vee stopped the torture and Vee let go of her hands. 

Scraps curled into herself, still giggling. 

“Now, Scraps…What did we learn?” 

Glisten smirked. 

Scraps wiped the tears from her face. 

“Never steal Glisten’s very expensive makeup…”

“Correct!” 

Glisten got off her and offered her a hand to pull her up. As did Vee. 

Still shaky and giggly, Scraps grabbed their hands and quickly got on her feet. 

“I-i’m really sorry Glisten, I really am.” 

“Oh its fine, darling! Just don’t try it again.” 

Vee suddenly remembered something. 

“Hey Scraps, I think I have some lipstick in my room if you want to borrow some?” 

Scraps eyes filled with joy.

“Oh yes Vee! Thank you so much!” 

Scraps didn’t care to ask why a robot had lipstick, but instead gave her a quick hug.

“By the way I forgot to ask, how did you get in my room? I’m pretty sure I left it locked…”

Glisten eyed Scraps suspiciously.

“Well, uhhhh….” Scraps really didn’t want to snitch on Gigi.

“Are we gonna have to tickle you again?” Vee squeezed Scraps side, which resulted in a yelp.

“GYAHA OKAY IT WAS GIGI!” Scraps shrieked, with no hesitation.

“She somehow has replicas of all our room keys..” 

“Oh?” Glisten frowned. “So thats why my Valentino bag has gone missing…”

“And my veemote…” 

“Man you snitch!”

Scraps, Glisten and Vee glanced over at the door to see Gigi, sweating profusely.

“Look, I was going to give back the stuff eventually.” 

“No you weren’t.”

“Okay maybe not, but I needed them!”

“For?”

“Stuff!”

“Uh Gigi?”

“Yes Scraps?”

“I think you should run…”

Gigi glanced at Vee and Glisten, who both had an evil glint in their eye.

“Uh oh.” 

Gigi quickly legged it, with Glisten and Vee following close behind her.

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My first fic, kinda nervous...but I hope y’all like it! :)

[fartlovingblkguy69]

A Flight to Be Remembered (Part 2). “You better not try anything! I don’t get fucked! I do the fucking! And I hope you’re ready to take this big dick up that sexy ass of yours! I’ll up your tip to $10 if you let me cum in that sweet Georgia peach!” This really sealed the deal for Tim. Logan wanted to get ridden, huh? He was about to get the ride of his life! Tim dipped his face back down between the musty cheeks and quietly grabbed Logan’s belt as well as his own. He quickly grabbed the 35 year old’s arms and tied them behind his back with his own belt before flipping him over. “I’m gonna ride you so good sir! But you’re gonna have to be a good boy to get this action! Get your tongue in there and find out how sweet this peach is!” Tim exclaimed as he backed his ass up to Josh’s entitled face. As Josh began to very half-assedly lick the outer rim of Tim’s hole he began to hump the air, demanding that Tim sit down on him and start riding or he’d kick him out and give him nothing! So Tim did just as requested! He sat down! But not on Josh’s dick like he wanted! No, he sat hard on his nose and squirmed until he could feel his hole being penetrated. He sat there for a minute and then decided to give Josh some air and let him have one more chance to stop being a dick before things proceed. As soon as he got up though, Josh began yelling expletives, telling him to get the fuck out and that this is why he doesn’t bother with worthless faggots, etc. and so Tim wrapped the second belt around Josh’s legs and then rocked back and once again buried that nose in his hole. This time however, he began to push and out came a long, loud fart! Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt “Ah! Been holding that one in for a while! Now that I have your attention, let me tell you how this is going to go. My stomach hurts and I’m full of gas and I’m going to let it all out up your nose. If you’re good, I’ll take my $5 and call it even. If you’re not…well in a little bit gas won’t be the only thing assaulting my hole and your face! Sound fair?” he said as he lifted slightly for Josh to answer. “Hell no! I don’t have to put up with this! I’m going to get you fired! Then I’m gonna press charges and have you thrown in jail! Then I’m gonna get your family fired from their jobs and take their house in punitive damages!” Well that was enough! Tim knew what had to be done! He plopped his ass back down, jiggling his cheeks and rubbing his aching stomach.

Sssssssppppppppprrrrrrtttttt bbbbbbrrrrrrrttttt

Ffffffsssssssshhhhhh

pppffffpfFFRRAAAAAPPPpppppfffssss

BRUUUUUUUMMMMPPPRRRRTTTTzzzzzzz

PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt

PHHHRUUUUMMMMMTTTTTSSS

Tim began to empty his stomach with fart after fart, rubbing his belly and sighing in relief while Josh struggled for air. The struggling beneath him was getting him hard and he started to stroke his 8 inches while he let loose! He also called down to the front desk and ordered room service: a pizza with extra cheese, a vanilla milkshake, and chocolate milk to be exact. When the food came, he took Josh’s own dirty undies, brought them to his hole, dug inside and let out a long silent fart before shoving them in Josh’s mouth as a gag. He sat back on Josh’s face and wolfed down his food and milk and watched tv while he waited, ripping ass whenever he needed for the next 30 minutes. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his stomach, sharp and churning and he knew it was time!

He leaned forward just enough to pull the nasty undies out of Josh’s mouth and said, “Had enough? You done being an asshole to people now? Cause we can keep going all night if you want, but it’s about to get real nasty for you!” “Fuck you! I’ll do whatever I want to whoever I want! I’m gonna be your conjugal visit in prison! I can’t wait to bend you over and fuck you raw with no lube! Then I’m gonna pay the biggest, baddest prisoners to have their way with you all day long at least once a week and to beat the stuffing out of your weak, gay ass!” He went on and on, ranting and raving for 5 minutes. And then he noticed the big smile on Tim’s face. “That’s about what I was hoping you’d say. This is gonna feel great, therapeutic even! So thank you in advance! You just volunteered to be my human toilet! And just in the nick of time! I am so bloated! It’s time for all that food and gas to come out! Open wide for me now!” He quipped while backing his hairy dirty hole up to his mouth with his cheeks spread while his pucker pulsed with anticipation. He sat down with his ass lips meeting Josh’s mouth lips and then began to slap Josh’s stomach and dick, lightly at first to get him hard and then harder to make him scream. When he felt satisfied he began to push.

Brrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttt

Ppppppffffffffffffffftttttttttt

Ssssssshhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Fffffffssssssssssssshhhhhhh

Sssssppppppprrrrrrrreeeeeeeettttttttt

The farts got wetter and wetter until finally his hole opened real wide and out pushed a thick 10 inch log into Josh’s mouth which was being pried open by the giant turd itself. Tim sat there rubbing his stomach in relief and practically smothered Josh saying “There’s a lot more up there! You’re taking it all, just a matter of whether it’ll be the easy way or the hard way! My stomach still hurts so it’s about to get real wet too!” And with that, he pushed out another thick, 8 inch long log that forced the first one down and stretched Josh’s mouth open once again. Then cutting the end off the chocolate milk he made a makeshift funnel which he shoved in Josh’s mouth, wrapping the dirty underwear around it and then pushing his hole against the other end. Tim knew this was gonna be bad! His stomach was still churning so this wouldn’t be a small amount! He began to push.

Ssssssssssppppppppllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrtttttttttttt

He released his nasty diarrhea, chunky mush that wasn’t quite liquid, but definitely not solid and filled the bottle to the brim. He held it steady and plugged Josh’s nose forcing him to swallow in order to take in any air and then repeated this exercise 5 more times! By the time he completed the last one, his hole and his dick were both dripping with wetness and he managed to cum on top of the stinking pile that fillled the makeshift funnel in his victim’s mouth before sliding forward. He slowly pumped Josh’s dick until it reached his full 7 1/2 inches and then using his shit as lune slid down on the dick, gripping and riding it making the jerk gasp with pleasure and at the same time swallow his nasty shit. He let him cum in his tight hole before he got up, sat down once again on the funnel, and let out one more very wet blast. Watery cum/shit mixture flew down Josh’s throat as he passed out from the whole ordeal and Tim quietly slipped $100 from his wallet and headed out in to the night.

[safetycar-restart]

(Sidenote: Pierre sometimes calls charles 'bun' instead of 'bunny' when he's fucking him and i don't know why but this felt like very important information)

please please please expand on this, like the first time it happens

maybe pierre doesn’t even realise that he’s said it and keeps going and charles just collapses onto his face and elbows (cause of course they were in pierre’s favourite position 🐶 while you were watching)

and pierre thinks something is wrong so he keeps asking him what’s happened but bunny is just so whiny and can’t get any words out to form a sentences so pierre starts slowing down and looks over at you to make sure everything is okay

he never wants to hurt his bunny

but you tell him what he did and he starts fucking into bunny so hard and charles just keeps whining and switching between french and english until he comes so hard

and then of course bunny gets soft aftercare with him mommy and pierre and just snuggles into you and falls fast asleep

This ask is in reference to some poly!piarles thoughts I had in the hybrid!au, where Charles is a bunny hybrid and Pierre is a wolf hybrid and since it seems like I am once again obsessed with the hybrid au, I just have to answer it now.

I absolutely agree that Pierre doesn’t realise he’s said it at first.

When it happens, Pierre is absolute railing your sweet little bunny, he’s got him on his hands and knees and is fucking so hard that the bed is squeaking. You’re watching them from across the room, positioned so that you can make eye contact with Charles as he’s being fucked within an inch of his life.

You think Charles must have clenched hard on Pierre or something, because all of a sudden Pierre groans and goes “fuck Bun… such a good bunny” and Charles just collapses onto his face. The poor thing loses it completely at being called bun.

Pierre stops fucking him, though he stays inside because he knows experience that he’ll have a very unhappy bunny if he leaves charles empty without warning. He looks to you then, checking if everything is okay because even though he loves wrecking his bunny, he’d never ever want to actually hurt him and he trusts you to know what Charles needs.

Charles, meanwhile, is whining and squirming on Pierre’s cock, trying to figure out why he’s isn’t being fucked anymore!! He’s not finished yet!!

You just laugh and say “he’s alright, he just malfunctioned a little when you called him Bun.”

“I called him Bun?” Pierre asks, smirking.

Before you can even reply, Charles is whining and nodding against the pillow.

“You like that huh?” Pierre asks, pushing Charles’s head down into the mattress, “you like being my dirty little bun?”

Charles turns his face to the side and whines, nodding and then whimpering, “Yours…. Yours and mommy’s.”

“Good Bunny,” Pierre answers, groaning, “mine and mommy’s.”

Pierre fucks him hard and fast then, making him scream into the bed because it’s so good and he’s so close and he’s being called bun. His ears are bouncing in time with Pierre’s thrusts and pretty soon he cums so hard, making a little puddle on the mattress.

Pierre comes soon after, filling charles up and quickly grabbing a plug to put in him so he can stay nice and full for a little while longer.

Poor bunny is so fucked out then! His ears standing at different directions and his nose twitching uncontrollably. He’s like liquid in Pierre’s arms as Pierre picks him up and deposits him on your lap while he changes the linen.

Then you have a lap full of thoroughly fucked out bunny and he’s in heaven. So nice and full of his Pierre and resting against his mommy’s chest. The best.

Once Pierre has changes the sheets, it’s into the shower for all three of you and then more cuddles on the bed.

Perfect for little bun.

[healeroflightanddark]

Yugo's Nightmares

Yugo whimpered as his caretaker grabbed a thermometer from the medical kit. He didn’t wanna be sick! He always got such awful, horrific fever dreams when he was sick, and woke up screaming and sobbing.

“Here, Yugo,” his caretaker said, holding out the thermometer. “Open.” Yugo crossed his arms and looked away, sulking. Maybe if he didn’t get his temperature taken, his sickness would just go away!

Unfortunately for him, his caretaker seemed to know exactly what was going through his mind. “Yugo,” she said sternly. “You’re not going to get better if you ignore it. And we need to figure out whether you’re actually sick or not so we can take care of you properly. And if you’re not sick, we need to figure out what’s making you cough and sneeze, so we can take care of the issue.”

Yugo felt his throat start itching again, and couldn’t stop himself from coughing. His caretaker immediately seized the opportunity to stick the thermometer into his mouth. Yugo whined but reluctantly sat there and let his temperature be taken.

“Yep, you’re sick,” the caretaker sighed when she read the thermometer. “Alright, into bed. I’ll get you some cartoons to watch while you rest.”

Yugo lit up at the mention of cartoons. That was the only good thing about being sick, he was allowed to stay in bed and watch cartoons all day. Oh, and he didn’t have to go to school. That was great too!

Yugo changed into some pajamas and climbed into one of the beds in the sick room as the caretaker left. A few minutes later she and a few more caretakers came back. One of them had a box of cartoon DVDs, one of which he put into the sick room TV’s DVD player. Another caretaker had a bottle, which made Yugo’s heart sink. He immediately spoke. “I am NOT taking that medicine. No way! Nasty!”

“You are taking it, Yugo,” his original caretaker replied sternly. Yugo immediately hid under the covers. “No! Never!”

“Yugo, we can either do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way,” the voice of the head caretaker said. “It’s your choice!”

“NO! Go away!” Yugo yelled. There was silence for a moment, then a sigh. “I should’ve known you’d pick the hard way. You always do. Alright, suit yourself.”

Moments later Yugo’s blankets were pulled off of him and he was grabbed by the caretakers. Yugo shrieked and immediately began fighting back, thrashing around in a desperate attempt to get free. He was a very strong boy, and it took three caretakers to restrain each of his limbs, and two to pin his head down so he wouldn’t bite them.

As soon as he was fully restrained, Yugo shut his mouth tightly, refusing to open it for medicine. This was something he always did when he was sick, and the caretakers had long since figured out that he wouldn’t open his mouth even if they pinched his nose shut and cut off his air supply. They’d tried in the past, and he’d held his breath until he’d passed out, which had caused more problems than it was worth. Fortunately, the caretakers had figured out a way to make him open his mouth.

The head caretaker began tickling Yugo’s tummy, which made Yugo squirm frantically. He tried not to laugh, but his tummy was too ticklish, and he couldn’t stop himself. He giggled and squealed, “NAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHA—GHAH!”

As soon as Yugo’s mouth was open wide enough, the head caretaker poured a dose of medicine into it, and immediately covered his mouth so he couldn’t spit it out. Yugo’s eyes went wide at the disgusting taste, and he frantically thrashed as much as he could, trying in vain to get free. After some time of desperately trying to escape, he reluctantly swallowed the nasty medicine and went limp.

“Good boy,” the head caretaker said as all the caretakers released the sick blunana. Yugo retched, trying to get the taste of the medicine out of his mouth. One of the caretakers brought him a bottle of water, and he quickly downed it. “I hate medicine!”

“I know,” the original caretaker said soothingly. “But it’s for your own good. You need medicine to get better. If you don’t take your medicine, you’ll be sick forever. And that means you’ll be having your fever dreams forever too. And you don’t want that, do you?”

Yugo was quiet for a long moment. Then, he slowly shook his head. “No…” he admittedly. “I hate fever dreams…”

“See, that’s why you need to take your medicine,” the caretaker said. “And now you can watch cartoons.”

Yugo cheered up at the mention of cartoons. As the caretakers filed out of the sick room, one of them turned the TV on and gave Yugo the remote. The blunana smiled happily as he lay back into his bed and began watching Sailor Moon, his very favorite show.

*   *   *

Yugo wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, but he woke up to the sound of claws scratching on the window of the sick room. He froze, trying not to let whatever it was know he was awake. The scratching continued for a few moments before stopping.

Yugo was silent and still for what felt like hours, trying to figure out if whatever it was had gone. After some time he let out a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed.

But then! the window of the sick room slowly began opening! Yugo whimpered as the whatever it was slowly crawled into the sick room. It appeared to be a large emaciated bear with a bird skull instead of a head, a stegosaurus tail and spine plates, and ten-inch-long razor sharp claws. It slowly began making its way toward Yugo, its claws scraping against the floor. Sparks flew as the creature’s claws made deep cuts in the floor.

“Yuuuugooooooo…” the creature hissed. Yugo yelped, scrambling away from the creature. He fell out of this bed with a painful thud.

Immediately, the creature scurried to him, grabbing him by the shoulders. It had long, sharp teeth and green drool dripped down from its mouth. Yugo screamed in terror, frantically trying to get free. He managed to hit the creature in the face, and it screeched in pain but didn’t let go of him. It grabbed his wrists and tried to pin them down.

“NO! NO! HELP!” Yugo screamed, trying to get away from the creature. But the creature didn’t let him go. It simply held him tighter, hissing at him. “Yuuuugoooooo… Yuuuuugoooooo… I’ve gooooot yoooooouuuuuu…”

Yugo tried to kick the creature, but it pinned his legs down. He screamed for help, screamed for the caretakers, screamed for anyone to come save him. But his screams only attracted more of the same creatures, which rushed into the sick room and grabbed him.

“NO! NO! NO! SOMEONE HELP ME!” Yugo screamed as the creatures restrained him. “SOMEONE PLEASE!”

“Yuuuuuugooooooo! Yuuuuugooooo!” the creatures began chanting his name. The poor blunana was absolutely terrified. He began to hyperventilate, and his vision began to fog up. One of the creatures hissed, “Stooooop screeaaaming… you’re waking evvvvveerrryyyyyoooonnne…”

Yugo just screamed louder. No words this time, just screams of terror. If he was waking everyone with his screaming, then maybe the caretakers would come save him! Where even were they?! How did these awful creatures get in? Then another, more terrifying thought crossed his mind. What if these horrible creatures had eaten the caretakers?!

“Yugo! Yugo!” the voice of the head caretaker finally registered in Yugo’s terrified brain, and his vision cleared up. He wasn’t being restrained by those terrifying monsters! It was the orphanage caretakers! He sobbed in relief and went limp, much to the caretakers’ relief.

“It’s alright, Yugo,” the head caretaker said as he was released. “It was just a nightmare.” One of the caretakers had a cold, damp rag ready and placed it on his forehead. Yugo noticed one of the other caretakers gingerly touch their face where a mark was forming. The head caretaker was looking at them. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Yugo just panicked and hit me while I was trying to get him back into his bed,” the caretaker replied. “At least he’s not as strong as he normally is. I suppose that’s one good thing about him being sick…”

“M’sorry…” Yugo sobbed. The caretaker sighed. “It’s fine, Yugo. It’s not your fault. You can’t control how your fever dreams will affect you.”

Even still, Yugo felt awful. Oh, how he hated being sick! It was just the worst! The caretaker gently picked him up and put him back in his bed as the blunana looked around. The window was closed, and there were no scratch marks on the floors. It had all just been part of his fever dreams.

“Try to get some sleep, Yugo,” the head caretaker told him. “We’ll get an ice pack for your forehead, and a fan in here to try to cool you down. Hopefully it’ll reduce your temperature enough to prevent you from having any more fever dreams.”

“It didn’t seem to work last time,” one of the caretakers pointed out. The head caretaker just sighed. “I know, but it’s still worth trying. Anything is worth a try if there’s even the slightest chance it’ll stop him from having fever dreams.”

Yugo lay back in his bed, listening to the caretakers as a yawn escaped him. Man, he really was tired. All that terror from his fever dream and fighting against what he thought were terrifying evil creatures that wanted to eat him… it all really took a toll on his body. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to at least try to get a little bit more sleep…

*   *   *

Meanwhile, in Standard, Yuya was coming downstairs for breakfast. He felt a bit lightheaded as he sat down and looked at the plate of pancakes on the table in front of him. They didn’t seem very appetizing right now.

“Mom… I think I’m sick…” Yuya mumbled before sneezing. Yoko immediately left the room and came back with a thermometer. After taking his temperature she nodded. “Yep, you’ve got a fever. Alright, back to bed with you. I’ll make you some chicken and rice soup for breakfast.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Yuya mumbled. “I’ll try to stay awake long enough to eat some…”

[nightfallgame]

(NSFW) SHORT — Lucius Killinger (01)

Originally Written: 07-14-21

Prompt: Lucius + edging/brat-taming

Lucius is a brat. Truly and utterly. Someone like him, who’s always had exactly what he wants and no one to tell him no, can be absolutely insufferable. You like him, and he has his own kind of charm, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have to put him in his place sometimes. 

And... this is turning out to be one of those times. Christmas is approaching. You have family to spend time with, friends to see, events to attend, and of course, Lucius to keep satisfied. That’s the hard part. 

For the past few days, he’s been a pest. Constantly texting you, leaving message after message on your phone, and then acting ‘cool’ whenever you’re actually spending time with him. Like he doesn’t care at all that you’re there. He demands your attention when you’re busy, then blows you off when you’re free. It’s getting very, very old, very, very fast. 

You can put up with it for a little while. After all, you are used to Lucius and his behavior. You’re dating him for a reason. He has his cute moments, even if they can be few and far between. And of course, you know how lonely he is. Even at his worst, you’re aware that Lucius’s nasty actions are almost always motivated by a combination of loneliness, terror that you’ll leave him, and bad habits caused by no one ever denying him. He’s not used to being around someone who’s willing to tell him no. 

But you draw a line when he starts taking it out on your friends. 

“Lucius, what do you think you’re doing!?” you snap, dragging the boy into your dorm with a hand fisted in his sleeve. “Seriously! What was that!?”

He makes a huffy noise. “Exactly what you saw. That boy was getting too close to what’s mine, so I reminded him of his place. You should understand that I simply can’t tolerate people approaching what’s mine.”

You can feel a spot by your eye twitching. He can’t be serious. Considering that he just snapped at one of your friends, insulted him, and appeared to entirely assume that said friend was coming onto you, you’re not exactly happy with what he just did. Is Lucius that lonely?

He flops down on your bed with a pout. You look at him for a moment, debating what to do. And then... you decide on an idea that seems pretty functional. You’ll get back at the little pest and give him some attention. 

So you sit down over his lap and shove him back to the bed. 

“Wh-What are you doing!?” Lucius squeaks, bravado gone. 

“You wanted attention right? You’re going to get it. Play nice, and I’ll make it good for you.” With a wide smirk across your face, you go for his shirt buttons none too gently. It takes Lucius a stunned moment to get the message, but when he does, he quickly starts to help. He’s out of his shirt in no time, belt next, and then wriggles out of his pants and underwear while you pull your own shirt over your head and shed your skirt in a flash. 

When you pin him to the bed, you go right for biting a rough, stinging mark into Lucius’s throat. He squirms and gasps at the sharp sensation, so you do it again, harder this time, delighting in how he whines. 

“H-Hey, too rough—!” he squeaks. You grab his wrists and pin them. 

“Quiet. You’ve been a brat, so I’m going to do what I want. You can lie there and take it, or we can be done here and now,” you say. Lucius stares up at you with wide, shocked eyes. He gulps and slowly nods. You love putting this boy in his place. “Good. Now keep your hands right there.”

Letting go, you’re pleased to see that Lucius doesn’t try to move. You reach down and give his cock a few quick strokes, feeling him harden in your touch almost instantly. He lets out a whiny, complaining sound, and tries to buck up into your hand, but you pin his hips instead. You watch his face. As you rub your thumb cruelly against his tip, Lucius’s whole face scrunches up with miserable, desperate pleasure. Little, gasping moans tear out of him. 

As soon as he’s hard enough to be ready, you adjust your position, line him up, and sink down on his cock all the way in one go. It stings, but not badly enough to deter you. The way Lucius yelps and writhes makes the slight pain totally worth it. You grab his wrists again and force them down, leaning in to kiss him as you do; the kind of clashing lips and clacking teeth.

Lucius’s hips keep giving twitching, short thrusts up into you that send short bolts of pleasure up your spine. But letting it continue is giving the boy too much control, and you don’t intend to be that nice this time around. 

“Stay still,” you hiss. “And don’t you dare come.”

“You’re mean,” he sobs. You stay perfectly still. 

It doesn’t take long for Lucius to break. With a whiny sob, he twists his head to the side and starts to beg. The heat of you around him is too much for him to take— you were expecting exactly that. His self-control is awful, and when tortured with pleasure, it never takes much for you to win. 

And when you do move, he all but shrieks. His wrists strain helplessly against your grip, but Lucius is a tiny, skinny thing, and you can keep him pinned with hardly any effort at all. You ride him hard and fast, chasing your own pleasure while he whimpers gasping breaths, and fights what you know is a creeping orgasm. How sweet. He’s at least trying to obey. 

“Don’t come,” you remind him. “I mean it. If you do, I’ll make you do it two more times, then won’t let you do anything for a fucking week. You can learn to be less of a brat and listen to me, or I’ll make it happen.”

“I’m sorry!” he cries. “S-Sorry, I’m serious! Let me c-come already, please!” How quickly his arrogance crumbles. You could laugh. 

You’ll take pity on him soon enough, but until then, you’re going to punish him a little more. Maybe this’ll teach him to be less of a pest. 

[sl-newsie]

Halloween Luck: Peter Parker x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Summary: Peter sees an old classmate taking her little brother trick-or-treating and joins them dressed as Spider-Man to give them protection… and to maybe ask her out. (Set after NWH).

Christy's POV

“Charlie! Are you ready yet?” I call from the bathroom. 

“All done!” Charlie runs in with a proud smile and shows off his costume: the web warrior himself, Spider-Man.

I finish my skeleton makeup and bend down to give him a hug. “You look fantastic, Charlie! Ready to get some candy?”

“Yeah! Do you think we’ll see Spider-Man tonight?”

It makes me smile how his excitement is not behind wanting to go trick-or-treating, but instead of wanting to catch a glimpse of the arachnid superhero.

“Maybe. It’s gonna be a busy night for Spider-Man. So let's focus on trick-or-treating for now, ok?”

Before we leave I pop in to check on dad, who’s still reviewing documents for tomorrow’s trial. Mom’s still working the late shift, so (as usual) I get to take Charlie around the neighborhood. Guess that’s what happens when your parents are a nurse and a lawyer.

“We’ll be back at 9,” I say in a soft voice.

Dad doesn’t even look up. “Have fun, kids.”

I bite my lip and walk back down the hall to Charlie, who’s looking out the window.

“It’s a full moon! We won’t need flashlights!”

I shake my head. “You know the rules, Charlie. We always carry flashlights.” Over my dead body will I let my little brother become a victim to whatever thugs are out there.

We skip down the stairs and as soon as Charlie sees the Halloween activity buzzing down the street his eyes light up.

“Look, Christy! There’s a giant pumpkin!” He points over at a massive Halloween display, one that the Police Department puts up every year. This year they’ve added a giant pumpkin with disco lights.

“We’ll have to tell Chief Snyder he made a good choice. Now let's get some candy!”

Charlie squeals and starts racing down the street, dragging me behind and making me nearly trip over a jack-o-lantern. 

“Charlie, slow down! We gotta stay on this street-!”

But it’s too late. Charlie’s pulled us into a dark alley, the very place I did not want to go, and we’ve already caught the interest of a typical druggie.

“Hiya, kid. Why don’t you and the chick hang with me for a bit? I got ya something even better than candy.” I can’t tell if he’s stoned or if his voice is supposed to sound that evil, but it’s giving me chills.

I pull Charlie closer and start leading him away. “No thanks, we’re fine.”

But the creep stands up and pulls out a knife, making my blood go cold. “That weren’t a request, sweetheart.”

Peter’s POV

I gotta admit, Halloween is definitely my favorite time of year! I mean, people wearing masks and it’s normal? Spider-Man blends in no problem! Unfortunately it means I have to be on night patrol to keep watch for out-of-hand Halloween mischief, but it’s fun to see everyone all dressed up. It’s 8:30 and it’s been quiet, making me hopeful that I can clock out early. But I guess that’ll have to wait, ‘cause right now I’m about to stop a mugger who looks way too greedy for more than candy.

“Hey creep, if you want candy you gotta wear a costume!” I call as I swing around and web him up against the wall. “Don’t worry, you won’t be hanging for long. The cops are about to join the party!” The criminal squirms under the webbing and I quickly usher the two bystanders out of the dark alley, and it’s then that I realize I know who the skeleton girl is- or at least, used to know her. After the whole mind-erase scenario it’s kinda hard to remember that no one knows me. I think her name’s Christine- she was in my microbiology class. And if I remember right, she’s really nice. Last I knew she was going to college to become a nurse. Maybe-

No, no! Don’t get your hopes up, Parker! There’s a reason nobody’s supposed to know you, remember? 

But I can’t help it. It’s been almost a year since Dr. Strange casted the spell, and I can’t help but feel lonely being by myself in my cramped apartment. I’ve kept tabs on MJ and Ned, and they’ve been safe and well without me to ruin things. But knock on wood the past year’s crime rate has been slow, and going on a small date with someone can’t be too risky, right? Christy may not remember me, but maybe she’ll still like me? But I can’t say anything now, first I gotta get outta this suit.

Christy’s POV

Of course I’d seen Spider-Man on TV, but never have I thought that I’d actually get to see him face-to-face. My nerves clench just at the thought of it. Not because I think he’s the reckless weirdo that Jameson makes him out to be, but because meeting the marvelous hero seems too good to be true. 

But of course Charlie can’t help but gush all over the situation.

“Oh my gosh! It’s Spider-Man! I told you we’d see him!”

“Y-Yes, but I never thought it'd be this close up…” I stick out a shaking hand and try to seem polite. “Pleasure to meet you. Th- Thank you so much for saving Charlie, he means everything to me.”

“You were in danger yourself, miss.” The masked hero jumps down from a lamppost and shakes my hand. God is this real? “I’ll escort you both back to safety, ok?”

I can’t find words, so I just nod and allow him to lead us back into the street. When we’re once again surrounded by fellow neighbors I turn to say one last thank-you to the mighty Avenger.

“I know tonight must be busy for you, so thanks so much for looking out for us, for everyone. I know you’re not a menace, and I really wish others would see that too. But I won’t distract you any longer, I can get Charlie home from here.”

Spider-Man hesitates, then shakes his head and chuckles. “Actually the night’s been pretty slow. I’m just happy to be of service! Thanks for the support, I really appreciate it.”

Charlie giggles and holds up a pen from his bag. “Spider-Man, will you sign my mask?”

I imagine the masked hero is smiling under his mask because he gladly takes the pen and signs Charlie’s mask, making my admiration of him grow even more. When he’s finished I hold up a Snicker's bar from my candy bag.

"Here, it's the least I can do for how much you do for us."

“Wow, thanks!" He takes it and gives Charlie and me a salute. "See ya around the neighborhood!”

After he’s swung off (wow, just- wow!) I grasp Charlie’s hand and start leading him back home.

“Charlie, could you please not tell Mom or Dad about that? They keep a tight leash on us as it is, and I actually wanna be able to avoid being trapped at home any more than I have to.”

“I promise!” The boy chants in a singsong voice as he admires his signed mask. “This is the best Halloween ever!”

I squat down and give him a big hug. “Glad you had fun, kiddo.”

“Excuse me, did you drop this?” Someone behind me asks.

Turning around, I see a stranger wearing a navy coat, jeans, sneakers, and a patterned stocking cap. What sets him apart is his boyish face, one that holds an aged and mature expression, as if he’s a young adult with an old man’s wisdom. A look like that makes me think he’s been through a lot, but I don’t feel threatened. His soft brown eyes give promise and comfort that I decide to trust.

A stranger… yet why do I feel like he’s not? It’s strange but the man seems familiar, like an old friend. I get so lost in thought that I almost forget to address his question.

“Sorry, what?”

“Is this yours?” He holds up a red scarf and my eyes widen as I take it from him.

“Yes! It’s my mom’s! Thank you so much, sir!”

He smiles politely and tilts his head, an adorable and charming expression if I do say so. “Hey, um- you’re Christine, right? I’ve seen you at the library before.”

“When I wanna be professional. Right now I’m Christy, fun big sis of this little devil,” I snicker as I ruffle Charlie's hair. “And your name is…?”

The man extends a hand and we shake (even the handshake is familiar!). “I’m Peter, Peter Parker. I live a few blocks over, so that’s why I recognized you. I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Charlie grins up at Peter. “I’m Charlie! I’m 7!”

Peter kneels down and gives Charlie a high-five. “7? Wow you’re getting old, Charlie! Did you have a good Halloween?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah! We met Spider-Man! He signed my mask and everything!”

“Wow, that is exciting!”

Peter’s kindness to Charlie makes my heart melt a little, but I know I need to talk to him privately now.

“Charlie, why don’t you run up and start getting ready for bed? I’ll be up in 10 minutes.” Charlie nods and dashes through the apartment door. “And no overdosing on candy!” I call up, then turn back to Peter. “I’m sorry- do I know you? I’m sure this sounds weird but I swear I’ve seen you before.”

Peter gets an unreadable look in his eye and his mouth presses into a thin line. ��I- I don’t think we’ve ever met properly, I’ve just seen you around is all. A- And if you’re not busy maybe you’d wanna, I donno… Go to the park? It’s chilly but the fresh air’s really nice.”

Normally I’d be more skeptical of situations like this, but like I said before there’s something familiar about Peter. His adorable proposal makes my heart flutter and almost nearly forget about the anxiety I’d felt earlier tonight. 

“Are you asking… like as a friend?” I ask nervously, being new to this whole ‘dating language.’

Peter scratches his head and fights his nerves to keep from looking away. “Um, yeah. And if things work out well, maybe then it could be more like a date?”

Using my social knowledge I try to read his actions. He’s gone through dating rituals before, but not enough to be considered a ‘player’ or have enough experience. Maybe only one or two? This means that I won’t be just a one-time fling and that he’s serious.

“Yeah, I’d like that. You don’t mind me ranting about Star Wars movies, do you?”

Peter’s face lights up as if I’d just offered him chocolate. “I think that sounds wonderful! Are you free Friday, maybe at 5?”

“5 sounds perfect!”

"O-Ok! Um, see ya then!" Peter smiles and gives a quick wave before strolling off down the bustling street, leaving me wondering about the past eventful 10 minutes.

Who’d-a thought? I got to meet Spider-Man and get asked out on a date in the same night!

Peter’s POV

Ok so technically I did swipe Christy’s scarf, but only as a reason to return it and introduce myself. When she kept praising me as Spider-Man it made me smile to think that not everyone thinks I’m the threat the news makes me out to be, and grateful that maybe she feels the same way I do. My life can never be normal, but maybe I can be given some luck to be happy? The best thing to do now is to take Christine on a fun, comfortable date so she can be happy too. Friday can’t get here soon enough!

[ouijaghostwriting]

Content warning: oral (female receiving), slight dom/sub, slight choking

You had been watching your half-orc wife work all day, handling metal, forming it into the shape she wanted in her forge. Her current project was a commissioned set of armor. Merawar was a very good blacksmith, she took pride in what she did and even let you use your leather working skills when the piece called for it. She was finishing up for the day, though, having made great progress and was putting away various tools.

But you couldn't stop looking at her thickly muscled arms, lifting things easily, covered in sweat that dripped down her beautiful green-hued skin. Merawar had her thick black hair tied out of her face. Her strength, though, is what had an absolute grip on your libido. You found yourself watching her instead of focusing on your work, the whole day a waste on your end, but every time she bent over, your thoughts got highjacked with visions of her melting you down and remaking you into whatever she desired, like the metal she used daily. Your attention got drawn away by a hand under your chin, guiding your face upward.

"Are you ready to leave?" Merawar's gravely voice washed over you, and you have to hold in the natural urge to kroon and flutter your eyelashes closed. Instead, you smiled back at her.

"Yes." You responded, hopping off the bench, slung your bag over your shoulder, and took her hand as you both left the forge for the night. Merawar was taller than you, standing at 6'2". She made you feel small, like just under your skin, there were butterflies ready to take off. Soon enough, you got home, wherein you then found yourself harshly pushed against the closest wall, lifted up until you were chest to chest with your wife. Your head whipped up to find her eyes already on you, staring you down.

"Do you think I did not see you watching me today?" Merawar growled down at you, her tusks close to your face. A shiver went through your body.

"I was hoping you would," You whispered, a heat starting in your gut. She took a moment to look you over, making you squirm, an intentional dominance move that made you want to serve her every desire. Then, one of her large hands wrapped around your throat, not hard, but enough to feel it.

"Since you like looking so much, you can get up real close." Merawar moved you from the wall to the bedroom. She set you down and began to strip, your eyes taking in every bit of skin and muscle revealed. Your mouth watered when she exposed her breasts, wanting to lavish them with attention. Once she was completely naked, Merawar got on the bed, positioning herself to sit against the headboard with her legs spread wide. Immediately, your eyes were drawn to her pussy, already wet all over.

"You are lucky I like when you admire me," she purred, motioning with her finger to come to her on the bed. You scrambled up as quickly as you could, stopping between her bent knees, her muscled thighs flexing for show. Merawar dragged a hand down her body, starting from her neck, down her chest, stomach, and finally to her folds, her fingers parting them open. Her moan was gorgeous when she touched herself, and you whimpered, wanting to take over.

"Make yourself useful, human," merawar commanded, while her words were harsh there was no real heat in them with the soft look on her face.

"Yes, Ma'am." You quipped back, dropping to your stomach and burying your face in her cunt. You ran your tongue up and down her clit, swirling over that slot many times causing her to grab the base of your skull with her large hand, the one drenched in her juices. As you sucked her into your mouth, you inserted a finger inside of her, immediately feeling her walls clench around it and her thighs snuggly clamp over your ears. You never let up with your tongue, determined to have her fall apart. Thrusting the finger in and out, you added another, and another when she demanded more. The bed under you was completely soaked, but neither of you cared as you worked her over, listening to her sounds.

Merawar humped herself against your face, using you however she needed. Suddenly, she grabbed your head with both of her hands, moaning damn near desperately before her cum coated your lips and chin, your tongue chasing after every bit of it to swallow. Merawar's deep breaths slowed as she released your head. Your eyes trailed up her long body, stopping at her gaze. Her grin was almost scary.

Your wife was not done with you yet.

[autiponi]

CHAPTER 2

Emptiness, darkness, silence and strange sounds at the same time. It surrounded Blackjack, for longer than she would have liked, and there was a searing, excruciating pain all over her body, the presence of which made her even more anxious.

In the midst of it all, however, she heard... someone's voice reassuring her. It was comfortingly warm, calm. And even though she did not understand what he was saying, it gave her hope.

She had no memory of what had happened in the temple, only the blurred images of the fight and of herself falling slowly to the ground, the stench of her own blood in her nostrils.

Soon, however, there was a small light and in it a silhouette that looked familiar, very familiar...

The figure seemed to be talking to someone, she wasn't sure... this silhouette had a voice that reassured her.

She finally began to understand where she was, it was a hospital in London.

Although she tried very hard, she didn't have the strength to move. A silhouette approached her with a reassuring smile. That calmed her down and she stopped squirming.

-Calm down Amelia... you are still too weak to get up, please rest.

She felt him holding her hand. She wanted to say something, but she felt she could not.

She obeyed his request and gently closed her eyes to fall asleep again. At least the time will pass more quickly...

...

Jeremy stayed with Blackjack for a few more minutes, analysing her condition until another doctor arrived.

-What are you still doing here, Jer? I've been assigned this patient and there are others waiting.

-Ah, yes, I know... I understand... But listen, can you please assign her to me for treatment? She is an acquaintance of mine from my college days.... I know exactly how to help her and...

-Lover?

-NO! I mean... no. Just a very close friend. It's not my first time treating her, so I think I have a knack for it.

-Do what you like, I'll put her papers on your desk and get on with the rest. Lately we've had a lot of patients coming in for assaults....It doesn't look good.

-I've heard about it. Supposedly many of these incidents are caused by people from other worlds.... But that's not important at the moment. Is she badly hurt?

-Just so you know, something practically went through her. It didn't hit any of her major organs though, so she's miraculously alive, mostly just needs stitches and blood... a lot of blood.

-History likes to repeat itself... I'll get to it as soon as I can.

As the other doctor left, Jeremy looked at Blackjack with a sad expression as he lightly held her hand.

-I wanted to see you, but not like this...

...

Blackjack woke up. She didn't know how much time had passed, maybe it had been a few minutes, an hour or a whole day....

But it didn't matter, what mattered was that she finally felt like she had the strength to do something.

Slightly clumsily, she sat up on the bed, noticing the gentle rays of sunlight from the window, so she had probably slept through the night as well as the previous day.

She also looked at her hands, the 'normal' one had a tube of blood running through it, while the electronic one had suffered no damage apart from the varnish peeling off.

-I'm starting to remember what happened... it's not good, wait...

Horrified, she quickly rolled up her shirt. The wound from A-1's katana had been stitched up, only then did she feel it again and a shiver ran through her, however she associated the style of stitching with it, she realised that it was probably Jeremy who had to put it back together, she had to be grateful to him once again. But that wasn't what bothered her the most, it was the thought that her first mission had ended so badly, she felt stupid, she felt she could have prevented it somehow.

-Mike would kill me if he saw me like this... well, I'm surprised he's still alive!... those documents... I hope she hasn't taken them from me... although it's unlikely... Fuck...

...

Jeremy sat by the hospital room where Blackjack was. He must have fallen asleep waiting for her to wake up, as he had for the last two days, worrying too much about her. But to his delight, he heard through the door that she was finally awake, which immediately lifted his spirits.

-It's about time... the staff probably wouldn't last another day with me here...

She heard the soft crunch of the door opening. There on her threshold was Jeremy, a modest but warm and broad smile appearing on his tired face. Tears of emotion also appeared on Blackjack's face.

-Well... we met... A little differently than I had planned, but still!

-You better come here and stop talking nonsense!

Jeremy sat down in a nearby chair. Blackjack felt like hugging him, but more pain put that idea out of her mind.

-So... how are you feeling? I hope the stitches don't hurt too much.

-It's been better... but it's all right. It was you who stitched me up again, wasn't it?

-Tradition done?

-Come on... this is the third time. I really don't know what I'd do without you... I feel so stupid.

-I'm sure you'd be a hand and a head poorer, but those are details.

Blackjack laughed warmly.

-Yes, "details"... You haven't changed a bit.

-You know, a rooster survived even though its owner had chopped off its head.

-Well, I think I'll leave my head on, there's more to do.

-Decidedly! By the way, there was someone else here waiting for you. He said you work for him... I don't want you to pry, but... who was it?

-Mike... this one seems to know everything that's going on with me....  Ugh.

-He's had time, I think. You were practically unconscious for three days.

-Yeah, well... that's saying a lot. He brought me here, didn't he?

-No, definitely not. You were brought in by a woman, the first time I'd ever really seen her. She had white hair and square glasses, and a lot of freckles, and her clothes were dirty from the paint....She was very worried about you, but she never came back to see you after that, although to be honest I would have liked to, she seemed really nice.

-I hope to see her again... I must thank her that I'm alive because of her...as much as you...again.

She looked at Jeremy, his face had changed a lot since the old days. He had visibly grown older, but at the same time he was visibly thinner, even sickly thin.

-It's nothing, it's what I'm supposed to do.

Although he smiled, Blackjack sensed that something was wrong with him. She became increasingly concerned and touched his cheek lightly.

-Are you all right, Jer?

-Hm? What do you mean?

-You look... different. You even seem a little sick to me, that's why I'm asking.

-It's great!... yeah, don't worry. It's because it's still early in the morning... once I get some sleep, everything will be back to normal. Back to you though, you lost something else during your dying days.

He took an object from his bag and handed it to Blackjack, abruptly avoiding the subject of himself.

-Maybe you remember John from the first class? He ended up as an Interdimensional Equipment Technician! He fixed your portal tool yesterday when I sent it to him .... It must have taken a lot of hits because it was broken for good... By the way, you didn't tell me you finally got a pass!

-I completely forgot to tell you! Thank him for me, I will try not to spoil it when I die again... .... it will come in handy for sure.

Warm laughter filled the room. They talked about everything and nothing at the same time, about the old school, new experiences and also projects. Blackjack had been friends with Jeremy since they were students, and they wanted to conquer the world as great technicians. Eventually, however, their career paths diverged when Jeremy became more involved in medicine than technology. Blackjack didn't resent this, she knew that as his best friend she had to support him even if things didn't go their way together, it worked out well for her in the end, that way Jeremy could always help her even in the worst situation she was in. While they were talking, however, they heard someone knocking on the door of her room, and Jeremy, a little surprised to have a visitor at this hour, opened it gently.

On the doorstep was Mike.

-Oh, good morning, I suppose for Mrs Amelia?

-Yes, is she awake?

-Of course, you can talk to her if you need to.

-I would ask, but alone, business matters.

-Of course. I'll wait in the corridor, Amelia.

Jeremy left the room and waited in the corridor, Mike walked over to the bed and sat down in a chair, looking at Blackjack from head to toe with a blank stare.

-You're lucky to be alive, you know that?

-I'd hardly be unaware of it with a fuckin' tube in my hand, believe me.

-I expect, but I hope the next few jobs go our way...and on the bright side, you didn't screw up that badly after all.

Blackjack looked at Mike. He did not know how to react to these words.

-That's it? No reprimand or anything? Really?

-The fact that you are in hospital is probably enough. After all, you've done your job, because the documents are safe with me... So I have no reason to... unless you really want me to, then I think I can comply with your request.

-I don't think you need to.... Anyway, are you going to throw me in at the deep end on your next mission?

-Depends on how you look at it, although it might be a bit easier, or not.

-Details?

She was getting a little impatient.

-Not now, and certainly not here...this is the hospital end of things.

-Great, just great!

-Are you in such a hurry to get to work? really lovely.

-No, I'm not in a hurry at all! But the information is very useful....  I really don't want to end up here again when I leave. Are you aware of this?

She lay back down on the bed and looked away, holding her hand over her face suggestively.

-All right, let me get this straight, the death of .... demon does not bother you?

She suddenly looked back at Mike.

-A demon? A... demon?

-A demon lord, to be precise. He's old now... and not as powerful as he used to be. You can help me with a little decon on him...it'll be less dangerous than going straight into the lion's mouth like A-1.

-I've never seen demons, I don't think it's a good idea... where did you get that idea anyway?

-An old issue that has to do with it... I really can't say more at the moment. Your father-

-I'll never trust you if we play a game like this. If you're going to keep doing this to me, then take my passport.

She looked at the wall again, Mike sighed and slowly stood up.

-I'll give you some time to think about it. I have time, but I don't know about you. I'll tell you as much as I need to when we meet in a better place. Here they can watch us ... I'm really sorry.

Mike left something on Blackjack's locker as he slowly left the room. Jeremy went straight to her and when he got to the bed he was immediately hugged.

-Don't mind me... it's just, I really need it right now.

-I-I think I understand... I don't mind anyway.

Jeremy tried to return Blackjack's hug a little, but she hugged him even tighter. This was not normal for her, she usually avoided this kind of contact with anyone.

-I don't know how to thank you for being here... just... thank you for being Jer... I, I'm sorry.

-You don't have to thank me or apologise... it'll be fine.

Blackjack sat in the hug for a long moment, and at the same time there was a silence in the room, deafening yet soothing for both of them.

It also caused Blackjack to fall asleep in Jeremy's arms. She hadn't realised how tired she was from so many things at once.

-I have missed you over the years.

He gently laid her back down on the hospital bed and covered her with a warm blanket. He wanted this moment to last forever, or at least a little longer, but unfortunately he had to go now, so he gently closed the door of the hospital room behind him and returned to the empty hospital corridor. As he walked, however, he sensed that something was wrong. His legs and arms suddenly felt like cotton wool and he could no longer control his body properly. Again.

He fell to the ground with a thud, unable to move his whole body.

-That just now... why...

He tried to scream, to call for help... but he could not get a single word out. He felt weak, sluggish, he would probably stay like that for a long time, but at the same time a miracle happened... one of the nurses came and noticed him lying on the floor in pain.

-We've asked you a hundred times, Jeremy, not to go out without your wheelchair! Do you know what could have happened if I hadn't come to get you?

-I'm sorry... I couldn't show myself to her like this.... I don't want her to start worrying about me...

-Who would... ugh, it doesn't matter who! You should have remembered all along that there's no good reason... we don't want you to die in the corridor!

-Yes, I know... I won't anymore... I promise...

-Every time you say it... you better keep your promise. Let's get some rest... -I'm not surprised you fell here, you've been under this door for three days!

-Yes, I know... luckily I don't have to anymore.

-At least... just out of curiosity, who was the man who entered the patient earlier? I was afraid to say that a giant had come to the hospital!

-Amelia's employer... I don't know much about him... I don't even know if she knows herself.

HAWOOOO! THANK U FOR READIN MY COMIC!!!! I-I dunno what to type.

Just, thanks for this time together!

I also invite you to visit the website, there is a really cool introduction to the world!

Anyway, cya!

[pleuvoire]

i’ve been catsitting my neighbor’s cats and they are so plump compared to my cat who is a wizened old man... picking them up is a fun experience. i’m like OOF up we go... compared to my cat who i can swing around like a butterfly knife

[torubeth]

types of kisses with Suna Rintarou (all characters aged up!)

this is the result of me after hearing his dub. very much not ok, fuck this guy for not existing :|

the ‘i’m still mad at you but i love you’ kiss

the car ride was quiet. too quiet for your comfort. even the radio was off. looking out the window, you tried to drown out the fight you both had minutes prior. it was a petty fight, a simple argument, and yet none of you backed out, resulting in both of you being mad at each other. and now here you were, being dropped off at work by him like always. except the atmosphere was rather tense and a bit awkward. the car came to a halt, indicating your drop point. you sat in silence for a minute, waiting for something to happen. but nothing did, so you unbuckled the seatbelt and was ready to exit the car when his firm but gentle grip enclosed around your wrist and pulled you back, causing you to collide your lips with his. “i’m still mad at you by the way, but i love you. be safe”, he whispered against your lips, bringing your wrist to his lips and planting a small kiss. “yeah whatever. have fun at practice”, you leave his embrace to exit. but before shutting it, he could’ve swore he’d heard you say ‘loser’.

the ‘this is the last one, i promise’ kiss

“rin, please. she’s waiting for me outside! plus i have a meeting i need to attend!”, you squirmed in his tight warm grip. “one last kiss, baby, i promise”, he uttered, going back to peppering your face with kisses. on any normal day, you will accept this blindly. but today you were on the run. your friend was waiting outside, phoning you seconds after seconds. and here you were, getting smothered by your boyfriend. “rin, baby, i need to go! i’ll give you my undivided attention as soon as i’m back! sounds like a plan doesn’t it ?”, you tried to reason with him. pulling away, an adorable pout visible on his face, “today is saturday angel, do you have to go ?”, his pout intensified and you could slowly feel your resolve starting to break. “i- no! i’m not falling for this! i’ll see you after work!”, you replied quickly, pecked his lips and ran out the door.

the ‘i’m sorry’ kiss

not being able to express his feelings and emotions verbally, his only option left was placing small tender kisses anywhere and everywhere. “i told you, i don’t want to talk to you right now”, you mumbled, turning the other way, your back now facing him. truth be told, you weren’t really mad at him. you can’t be mad him. but you didn’t wanna tell him that. not yet. “i’m sorry angel. i deleted my story as soon as you told me to. no one saw it, trust me”, he whispered, hands snaking around your waist, face nuzzling into your hair, planting kisses against your shoulder. the gestures were too good to resist, so you give in, “fine, if that’s the case then, i guess you’re forgiven”, you smiled, turning to him, snuggling your face into the warmth of his chest. his smile slowly faded, a smirk taking over. for he had already put the picture of you drooling to his private story yet again.

the ‘i’m in the mood’ kiss

“how much longer ?”, he groaned, tilting his neck to look at you in such a way you wondered if he was alright. “few more emails and i’m all yours”, you mumbled, typing away at your computer. “you said that an hour ago. do you know how hard it is ? to just sit around, crave attention from that one person when all they say is no ? plus, you should take a break. you’ve been at it for hours now”, he complained, which only earned him a chuckle from you. sighing, he dropped his phone onto the bed somewhere and made his way towards your workspace. spinning the chair to face you, he leaned down, face now mere inches from you. “what..?”, your voice came out in a soft whisper manner, your eyes unable to leave his. his hands reached up to your glasses, slowly removing them, without breaking the eye contact he maintained with you. and that mere inches quickly turned to nothing as his lips slowly melted with yours. his hands went under your thighs to lift you up, only to place you on top of your desk filled with papers and files. retracting from the kiss, “work can wait, but i can’t. so, for now, eyes on me baby”.

[caffeinecoffeesnek]

A Rat and a Squealing Frog

Remus is bored as can be, in desperate need to get rid or let his ler mood out, so when he sinks out he finds a unsuspecting victim or should I say, side, to help him out

Tickle fic!

(Includes: Remus, Tickles, rough tickling, possible Intruality? Short fic, reference(s) of the word ‘Daddy”, swearing, tickling death spots, tell me if I forgot any)

Remus huffed as he threw his knife at his wall, the tip getting in bedded in the wall with a ‘twang’ noise. What caused this? Remus was in a huge Ler mood and in desperate need to tickle someone, to hear their laughter and screams, their begs and pleads as he or well his tentacles tickled them silly in their worse spots.

Remus whined an just sunk out, deciding on the first person he saw he would go for, he needed to get rid of his huge Ler mood. He rose up in the Living space an looked around. Eyes landing on Patton who was making cookies in the kitchen, completely unaware of Remus’s presents. Remus grinned as his tentacles came out from his back, finding the perfect target. He quickly sped over as his tentacles latched onto Patton and trapped him, causing Patton to jump and frog scream out of fright.

Remus laughed and sunk back to his room with a very panicked Patton who was tightly wrapped in his tentacles that were so eager to just start already.

He rose up and Patton looked around petrified “R-Remus where am I?! W-W-What’s going on?!” “Oh calm your dicks pops, I ain’t gonna hurt cha but your gonna be here a while since I- or we, need desperate help~ and be prepared to loose your voice and mind for a while!”

Remus explained as he happily sat in his torn old chair, leaving Patton confused before he suddenly burst out laughing which quickly grew to hysterics as tentacles went under his shirt and started tickling his belly as 1 even dipped onto his bellybutton. Remus grinned as he watched Patton who was held up by 2 tentacles around his wrists as 3 others attacked his belly and his armpits as he wriggled around and laughed and squealed in hysterics.

"Awwwee! whats the matter patty?! does it tickle? is the little gigglebug ticklish?" Remus teased as Patton laughed an squirmed around. "REHEHEMHMUS! PLHEHEHAHSE!"

"What was that? please more! Oh of course Patty!" "NHOHOHO! W-WAHAHIHT!" Patton only managed to barely get two words out before he wailed in his beautiful laugher an screams as the tentacles moved from his armpits and belly down to his thighs as others worked on getting his shoes an socks off.

Patton kicked his legs around in a desperate attempt to break free from this tickly torture he was now stuck in. Two other tentacles soon grabbed his ankles as well an held him still as more started wriggling or suctioning on an off from his soles an toes while more absolutely destroyed his thighs and poor helpless Patton could only wail an scream in laugher as tears streamed down his face, all the while remus was sat back an watching in pure joy.

Remus soon got a idea an brung him over to his lap, the tentacles stopping to give him a break as Patton giggled an panted for air, The tentacles let go of him but before Patton could move Remus tied his wrists again an ankles an tied his big toes together.

That made Patton burst into anticipated giggles as Remus smirked an put his feet in his lap as he tentacles moved to a stronger grip on Patton. He blushed when he felt cold liquid being poured over his toes an soles, baby oil..

Patton smiled more through his anticipating giggles as he tried to squirm free, but this made the tentacles tighten their grip and a couple started wiggling at his sides, causing the poor moral side to start squealing and giggling even more. “Now now Daddy Patty~ the more you squirm the more their just keep it up and you’ll be stuck with me for much Much longer~” Remus said in a hummed voice, practically having a ear to ear smile now as he threw the bottle of oil aside an placed his finger tips on to Pattons poor oiled soles.

Patton watched as he bit his lip with a wide smile, trying to curl his toes to save himself.

Big mistake

Remus grinned and as almost if it was a green light for him, he started scribbling and scratching at his soles an just under his toes on the left while using a hair brush on the right, and to top it off his tentacles that had been wiggling at Pattons sides had moved to his thighs and started poking and squeezing.

Poor Patton was practically screaming and wailing in laughter at this point, he had tears in his eyes (in a good way) and was loosing his mind as Remus attacked to two death spots with things added on top, it was too much for the poor moral side, and sadly since they were in Remus’s room, non of the other sides could hear him.

This went on for over 10 minutes before Patton started coughing and screaming through his beautiful laughter that he couldn’t take anymore, and eventually after a few minutes of it Remus finally let up. Patton gasped and panted for air as his laughter died down to soft giggles as Remus was trying to help clean the oil off with a hand towel but didn’t really work so he just left the oil on.

The tentacles let Patton go an Remus smirked as he set Patton on his bed, who was already looking so tired. “So, how was that~” Remus teased as he watched the moral side glance at him with a smile. “S-stra-strange b-but I e-enj-joyed it” Patton panted out with a soft giggle. Remus seemed satisfied with that answer and sunk Patton out, where Patton laid on the couch in the living room, quickly falling asleep and confusing the other 4 when they came down to see a sleeping Patton but the oven still on with cookies inside.

[petersspidey]

Laundry Day

Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own ;)

Warnings: a lot of smut

Word Count: 3154 (its so long wtf)

MASTERLIST

Sometimes you hated Tony.

Like when he was overly cocky, and almost ruining your missions but somehow coming out the hero. Or when he tells the team something you didn't want all of them to know.

But you have never hated him more than when he put the laundry in the basement of the Avengers compound. You argued with him when he was first building it. He put your room on the top floor in the furthest possible wing from the laundry and unlike almost all of the Avengers you did not have super strength. So carrying your laundry across the entire building and down eight flights was not exactly easy.

So every two weeks you would spend 15 minutes just getting your dirty laundry from your room down to the laundry room, cursing Tony's name every time.

So there you were, the second Sunday of every month leaving your room, with an overflowing basket of laundry in your hand. As soon as you opened your door it felt like you ran into a brick wall. You toppled backward landing on your ass, and you had completely dropped your basket. Your clothes had spilled everywhere.

You sighed, and looked up.

"Sorry, Y/N." Bucky said

He bent down, starting to help you pick up your clothes.

"It's ok," you sighed, joining him in placing everything back into the basket.

"What were you doing standing outside my room anyway?" you asked

"I wasn't standing outside your room … I just happened to be walking past right as you opened your door."

You laughed, "ok Buck. Whatever you say."

He huffed in frustration. You always knew how to get under his skin, but he also knew how to get under yours.

Bucky helped you pick up the last few items of your laundry, when he held up something in front of your face.

You black lace thong. Your eyes widened, and you quickly snatched it from his hands.

You quickly threw the last things into your basket, and stood up.

"Well, thanks for the help. I gotta go."

You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Your cheeks burning red over the fact that Bucky just had your dirty underwear in his hand. But, your basket once again held you back. You lifted it, but had to walk slowly, barely able to see over the top of the mountain of clothes.

"Do you need some help?" Bucky asked, watching you walk away

"Nope. I'm good," you yelled back.

Bucky eyed you for a second, before turning to walk away. You continued down the hall, slowly making your way to the elevator. After barely making it anywhere. You placed the basket down for a moment, resting your arms. You stretched your back, and before you could bend down again to scoop up your basket Bucky was standing beside you, reaching down to grab it.

"I said I didn't need help," you said

"Yeah, and as much fun as it was watching you struggle to carry this and need to take a break five seconds in, I figured I'd just lend you a hand," he said

"Well it's not my fault I'm not a supersoldier like you," you muttered

Bucky chuckled and started walking down the hall toward the elevator.

"You carry this by yourself every week? How do you go through so many clothes?" he asked

"Well, every other week. But, yes."

"And! This is not an abnormal amount of clothes for two weeks, thank you very much." you continued

"You know, if you did laundry every week you might not have such an issue getting down to the laundry room." Bucky said, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Barnes."

"You're just upset because you know I'm right."

As you approached the elevator, you pressed the button and Bucky put your laundry down.

"Thanks, I think I've got it from here," you said.

The elevator doors opened, and once again, before you could grab your basket Bucky managed to get a hold of it first.

"Really, Bucky. It's ok I'll be fine from here."

"Are you forgetting about the long hallway downstairs?" He said, stepping onto the elevator with your clothes.

You huffed, and followed him on.

"I'm a big girl. I can do it myself."

The doors closed and you began to descend.

"Oh don't get your little lacy panties in a twist,  I wasn't doing anything else I don't mind giving you a hand." Bucky said, smirking at you, knowing exactly how you'd react.

Your face became red again.

"Don't talk about my underwear."

"If you don't want me talking about your underwear maybe you should move the hot pink g-string that you have sitting at the top of your basket."

You lightly gasp, and reach over, pulling the pair off the top and shoving them down the side of your basket.

Bucky chuckled again. Knowing he was embarrassing you.

The elevator stopped, and you both stepped off into the basement, heading down the long hall to the laundry room.

"You must've done something to make Tony mad if he put your room so far from the laundry."

"I'm fully convinced he just likes to cause me problems. He probably has FRIDAY watching me on the cameras. I do not doubt one bit that he laughs at me hauling this downstairs twice a month."

Bucky laughed at your statement.

You smiled back at him. You don't see him smile much. It was a good change.

You turn the corner with Bucky. You could see the laundry room door at the end of the hall now. The two of you walk silently until you reach the door. You open it, and Bucky walks in in front of you and places your basket full of clothes down in front of one of the washers.

"Thanks for helping me. Would've taken me twice as long to get down here if I was by myself."

"It's no problem. It's always fun to show off my strength to a pretty lady."

"Oh so I'm a pretty lady?" you teased

Bucky blushed.

You smirked, and opened the washing machine lid. You began loading your clothes in. Bucky stood near you, leaning on the dryer right beside.

"You don't have to wait down here with me," you told him

"I figured I'd just wait and walk back upstairs with you."

"It's really ok, Buck. I usually just hang out down here until my loads are done. It's only a 30 minute cycle."

"Well maybe I'll just hang out down here with you…" Bucky said, as if he was waiting for your permission.

"Sure, I guess. If you really want to."

You filled up one machine, and threw the detergent in, shutting the lid. You moved over to another machine and began putting in a second load.

You heard Bucky chuckling, and turned around to look at him.

"What?" you questioned

"You have so many clothes that you have to use two washing machines." He said, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever Barnes. It's because unlike you, I don't wear the same Henley's and jeans every day."

"No, you wear different coloured thongs every day." he teased

You finished placing all the laundry in the machine, and left your basket on the floor.

You walked back toward where Bucky was standing and jumped up onto one of the empty machines, sitting on the lid.

"You really just sit down here on top of a dryer waiting by yourself? You know there's a table and chairs right there." Bucky said

"Usually, yeah. Sometimes I bring a book down, but it's nice and quiet down here…" you started

"Well, usually I'll sit on top of one of the washing machines that I'm using, and not the empty dryer," you added, knowing exactly what you were insinuating.

Bucky's eyes shot up to you. "What?" he asked, thinking he hadn't heard you right.

"You heard me." you confirmed

"Well, alright. So why aren't you sitting on one of those today?"

"Well, usually only something I do while I'm down here alone."

"Don't be shy, doll."

Something about the way Bucky said doll, made you squirm. You hesitated for a second before you got off the dryer, and walked toward the machine that you had just turned on, climbing on top of it. You sat, letting your legs hang over the edge, eyes on Bucky.

The vibrations from the machine were shooting through you, pulsating right to your center. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You could hear Bucky walking closer, he lightly spread your legs and stood in between them. You opened your eyes. Bucky's face was inches from yours. He leaned in closer, taking either side of your face in his hands. You expected his metal hand to be cold against your face, but it was almost as warm as his other.

He looked you in the eyes, before bringing your face towards his, pressing a sloppy kiss against your mouth (ok but think Endings, Beginnings kiss - his character with Shailene Woodly). You leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth more, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. You wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. The vibrations from the machine, still sending pulses right to your core.

You could already feel yourself getting more wet by the second. Bucky's mouth on yours mixed with the feeling of the machine below you. You needed more. You ran your hands down Bucky's body, reaching underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Bucky ran his hands over you, one of his fingers grazing against you hard nipple poking through your shirt. You moaned into his kiss.

Bucky slid his hands under your shirt and began lifting it. You raised your arms over your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. You broke your kiss as he lifted your shirt over your head. He stared at your bare chest as he threw your shirt to the side. You pulled him close, shoving your lips back against his.

His hands roamed your bare back, holding you tight against him. He began kissing down your neck, toward your chest. You leaned back on your hands, allowing him easier access to your hard nipples.

You moaned, and allowed your head to fall back as he swirled his tongue around your breast. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your jeans, undoing the zipper. He pulled away, and urged you to lift up your bottom so he could rip your jeans from your legs.

He tossed them aside, and looked at you sitting in only your underwear. He smirked, seeing how wet they were.

"Granny panties?" he questioned

"Shut up, all my good pairs are in the laundry." you said, taking your panties off yourself, leaving you completely exposed. He stood, looking at you, enjoying the sight. You looked down and saw his cock fighting against the zipper of his jeans.

Bucky groaned before touching you.

"Lie down," he ordered, placing one hand on your chest, getting you to lie your back completely flat on the machine.

You twitched as your bare back hit the cold metal of the washer, before settling in.

You looked down at Bucky, just as he was bending over placing a long lick against your slit. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to do that. He looked up at you as he placed another lick, taking in your wetness.

He saw the look of ecstasy on your face and took it as a sign to keep going. He dove into your pussy, face first. You gasped, and arched your back, only pressing your wetness deeper into Bucky's face. Bucky teased you, leaving small, gentle strokes along your clit.

You wrapped your legs tight around his head, "stop teasing me," you begged

You could feel him smirk, "anything for you, doll."

Bucky began pressing his tongue harder against your clit. Moving it up, down, and in circles. You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair.

The vibrations from the machine and his tongue on you were too much. You began thrusting up against his face. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.

"Buck, please." you moaned

Bucky brought one of his hands up toward your breast. He kneaded it in his hand as his tongue dove around your pussy. He flicked your hard nipple between his fingers. You cried out in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Don't stop, i'm so close," you whined out

Bucky didn't stop. He continued sucking on your clit until you could feel your walls come crashing down. You pulled on his har, and tighten your legs around his head as he continued through your orgasm.

When you finally calmed down, you slowly let your grip on him go. You were panting, lying back on the still vibrating washing machine, staring at the ceiling, taking in that feeling of ecstasy.

Bucky stood up and stared at you. He loved the sight of you. You were panting, cheeks red, a total mess. All for him.

Bucky looked around, thinking of how and where he was going to fuck you. He eyed the table.

"Get up, doll." he told you

You sat up, breathless, "Why,"

"Machine's too tall, beautiful. Can't fuck you up there."

Just hearing Bucky say that made your pussy twitch. He placed either hand on your hips and helped you down. You stood, leaning against the washing machine as Bucky began undressing in front of you.

He tossed his shirt to the side, and began taking his pants down. He stood in front of you in only his underwear.

"Take them off," you begged

Bucky gave you a smug look before pulling them down as well.

You moaned, just at the sight of him. You hadn't realized that the supersoldier serum would affect that part of him as well.

You moved toward him, taking his huge cock in your hand. You ran your finger over his tip, precum already leaking out

"Fuck," he muttered

"That's the idea," you said.

Bucky gripped your hips tight, shoving you toward the table in the corner of the room. He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge.

"Lean back, so I can shove my dick in you." he ordered

You obeyed. Lying flat on the table, bringing your heels up so they were resting on the table as well. You kept your eyes on Bucky, he traced his finger up and down between your folds. You twitched at the smallest touch.

"Please," you whined

Bucky grinned at you, before taking his cock in his hand, and lightly brushing it up against you.

Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slid inside. You cried out in pleasure the deeper he got. You felt so tight with his massive cock. You watched Bucky push the rest of himself in. He shot his head back, mouth open, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said breathlessly

You both stayed still, taking in the feeling of Bucky stretching you out. He pulled you closer to him, taking either of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. When he pulled you tight against him, you could feel him get even deeper inside of you.

Bucky slowly began to rock in and out of you. The feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hold in your moans. Never had it felt so good to have someone so close and so deep inside of you.

You shot your hand down to your clit, moving it slowly between your fingers as Bucky began to pick up his pace. You already knew it wasn't going to take much for you to come again, especially with how Bucky was moving in and out of you.

Bucky slowed his pace, sliding out of you, and then pushing back in hard. You circled your clit harder as he continued thrusting in and out.

He pushed in, and you moaned hard, arching your back.

"Right there, don't stop." you said

Bucky kept his pace, thrusting in and out. He knew you were close to coming again.

"Such a good girl," he said to you

Hearing Bucky call you that was enough. You circled your clit twice more before your walls came crashing down. Your other hand gripped the side of the table.

"Oh my god,"

Your pussy twitched around his dick, but he didn't stop moving. He continued fucking you through your orgasm.

You groaned, knowing if he kept going like this another orgasm wouldn't be far behind. Both your arms were spread, gripping different ends of the table. Bucky brought his hand down to your clit. Running his thumb over it, over, and over, and over again.

Bucky rocked his hips into you, thrusting hard and fast. You moaned every time you felt him hit deep inside of you, his thumb still running over your clit. Your walls clenched against his dick once more. That was exactly what he needed. Bucky threw his head back, pulling himself out of you, spurting his come all over your stomach.

Bucky stood in front of you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. you were still lying back on the table. Both of you stayed silent, trying to catch your breath.

The washing machine began to sing.

"Guess you got three loads done today," Bucky joked, cracking a small grin, looking down at you.

"Oh my god." you said, rolling your eyes at his awful joke.

Bucky held out his hand to you, offering to help you off the table. You grabbed his hand, and stood up. Your faces were only a few inches from each other.

"We should probably clean you up," Bucky said, not taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed, as Bucky turned away to grab you a towel from across the room.

You cleaned yourself off, and you both got dressed again. Bucky stayed with you as you switched your laundry from the washing machines into the dryers, 100% eyeing your ass as you bent over.

"Ever sit on top of the dryer?" Bucky joked.

"Too hot," you answered, laughing slightly.

You walked toward Bucky, he was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him. You sat down on his lap, and he gripped your face with one of his hands, placing a long kiss on your lips.

"Maybe I should start helping you with your laundry every week," he stated

"Every other week," you corrected.

"No, darling. Every week."