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fatecantstopme · 2 years ago

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I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x wife!reader

Summary: You ask Bucky for something you’ve been desperate for and you’re terrified he’ll say no. Turns out, he wants the same thing.

Warnings: so much smut. Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), Breeding kink. Swearing. Use of pet names. Bit of angst.

You came home from work to find your husband busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. It always made you smile to see him acting all domestic, especially given his history. For him to finally have a real home after 80 years of hell, never failed to warm your heart.

“Hey babe,” you said as you entered the kitchen, dropping your purse on the counter, kicking off your heels, and pulling yourself up on the island counter behind him.

“Hey, doll. How was work?” He asked without turning around.

“Nothing exciting to report. Whatcha making?”

“Pasta.”

You hummed happily. “Did you homemake the red sauce?”

Bucky could hear the excitement in your voice and he chuckled. “Of course I did.”

He finished what he was doing at the stove and finally turned around to look at you. Not for the first time, he found himself blown away by your beauty. He’d always counted himself a lucky man since he’d met you. You were just so gentle and sweet, a soft glow always gracing your skin, a warmth to your soul that he’d never seen in anyone else.

“Buck? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to memorize my face. I’m not gonna disappear.”

He came up to stand between your legs and leaned forward to gently kiss your lips. “I would hope not, but it never hurts to be able to describe every inch of your beloved wife’s body should you need to.”

You laughed. “I think that’s why they have pictures.”

“Hmm…I have heard those last longer,” he said with a grin.

You smacked his arm affectionately. “Go monitor your sauce. I don’t want red splatters all over the kitchen.” You hopped off the counter. “I’m gonna change.”

Bucky went back to cooking and you went to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You’d just done laundry the day before and Bucky’s clean clothes were neatly folded on top of the dresser, patiently waiting to be put away. You sighed as you looked at them and shook your head. You loved the man, but god help you, if he didn’t put his clothes away you’d knock him upside his head. It was your personal pet peeve. Laundry comes out of the dryer, is immediately folded (by you), and then put away (by the owner of said clothing). It wasn’t too much to ask.

You grabbed a pair of his sweats and a shirt off the stack and threw them on. If he wasn’t gonna bother to put them away, then you might as well wear them.

You came back into the kitchen just as Bucky was plating dinner. He looked up when you entered and his eyes widened.

“Pretty sure those are mine, doll.”

“Yup. They were just sitting out on the dresser, practically begging to be worn. I figured if you didn’t want me to wear them, you would have put them away.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow as you regarded him.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knew it annoyed you when he didn’t put his clothes away and he felt bad for forgetting, he really did…but seeing you in his clothes? Damn, that made it completely worth it. “Sorry, sweets. Guess I forgot to put them away again.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You don’t look sorry.”

He grinned. “Can’t help it. You come walking in here all grumpy, looking cute as hell, wearing my clothes? You’re lucky I spent so much time on dinner or I’d be taking you right here on this table.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “James!” You said indignantly, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

He shrugged. “But since I slaved over this meal, we’d better eat it while it’s hot.” He sat a plate at your seat and one at his. “I’ve got a really good idea for dessert,” he said with a wink.

You blushed and took your seat at the table. You couldn’t deny the hungry way he looked at you turned you on. You felt wetness pooling in your panties and the man hadn’t done anything but look at you and speak. God, you were pathetic.

He watched you closely as you both ate. He asked questions about your day and you tried your best to focus on your answers, but he could tell you were distracted. You kept shifting back and forth in your seat, thighs squeezing together in desperate search of friction.

“Better eat up, doll. You’ll need the energy,” he teased lightly.

Your eyes shot up from your plate and met his. He saw the need in them and knew the very same look was in his own eyes.

“Or, maybe we can eat the rest later,” he said softly.

You nodded quickly.

He grinned. “Besides, I’m quite certain dessert will taste better anyway.”

You weren’t shy by any means, but god, when he spoke to you like that, you couldn’t help but blush. He was always so gentle and affectionate, his love soft and pure. When he was like this? Rough and crude and filthy? You knew you were in for a long, deliciously fun, night.

Before you could even blink, Bucky was beside you, scooping you out of your chair and carrying you off to the bedroom.

"Buck, shouldn't we clean--"

"You really wanna clean up dinner right now, sweets?"

You grinned. "Not particularly."

"Then shush."

He tossed you onto the bed and immediately crawled on top of you, lips attaching themselves to yours in a searing, passionate kiss. Every bit of air was sucked from your lungs, but you didn't care. You needed to feel him, every part of him, so much more than you needed to breathe.

Your lips parted, allowing Bucky's tongue to slip into your mouth, the passion quickly becoming an inferno. You tangled your fingers into his hair and he clung to your body, hips rutting against yours as he moaned into the kiss.

You whined as he pulled away from you, the absence of his lips making you feel empty.

He chuckled warmly. "You do have to breathe occasionally, doll."

"I would much rather be kissing you."

He smiled at you and sat up, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the ground. It didn't matter how many times you saw his body, you always found something new to love and admire about it. You knew each scar, mark, and blemish that littered his skin and you loved each and every one of them.

It had once made him uncomfortable, the way you seemed to worship his body, despite its many flaws, but he had since come to adore it, even crave it. Your eyes slowly traveled over his torso, appreciating every single inch of it. Your fingers ached to touch him, but you knew better than to do it without asking first...at least when he was in this kind of mood.

"May I?" you asked softly, one hand inches away from his chest.

"Tonight is a special night, my love. Whatever you want, you can have. All you need to do is ask me and I will give it to you."

You inhaled sharply and pressed your hand firmly against his skin, the heat of his body warming your palm. Your fingers moved slowly, tracing the scars along his shoulder, his chest, and finally down to his abdomen. When you reached the top of his jeans, you looked up at him, once again asking for permission.

He leaned forward and kissed you gently. "You don't need my permission, doll," he whispered against your lips.

"Then I think you should remove your pants before I accidentally rip them."

He laughed and stood up, jeans dropping to the floor along with his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at him, appreciating his perfection from head to toe. You crooked your finger and beckoned him back to you.

"I think you're wearing too much clothing, sweets. It's unfair," he chided.

"Well perhaps you could help me with that?" you teased.

He grabbed you around your waist and turned you towards him, prompting you to sit up and face him. You giggled as he manhandled you, never once feeling afraid of his strength. He was quick to remove your shirt and your pants, a groan coming from deep in his chest. "No underwear?"

You smirked. "I had plans of my own tonight, handsome."

He grinned. "As long as they were with me, I'm not complaining."

You touched his face and pulled him to you, dragging him back onto the bed with you. "Only you, James."

His body shuddered and he let out another low groan. "You did that on purpose," he mumbled into your shoulder, teeth scrapping along your flesh.

"You're damn right I did."

"God, sweets, you're gonna kill me," he moaned, lips never leaving your skin for more than a heartbeat. He trailed down your body, every inch of your beautiful form laid bare before him, and he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna take the time to fully appreciate it.

His hands felt like fire and ice, tracing lines across your body; his lips like warm velvet, leaving every inch of your skin alight with desire. Soft moans escaped your lips, your own hands clinging to any part of him you could reach, desperate to feel his skin against your fingertips.

When he finally reached your core, your need for him was overwhelming. Bucky could sense it, but he liked to do things at his own pace, in his own time. He placed soft, gentle kisses to your inner thighs, gently across your mound, and down to your soft lips.

You whimpered softly, "Bucky."

He smiled. "I know, sweets. I know. I've got you." His hands rubbed circles into your hips as he held you in place, hot breath against the place you wanted him most.

He watched your face, waiting for the exact moment he would give you want you wanted. It wasn't that he wanted to torture you or make you wait...it was simply a desperate need to watch you come undone from nothing more than his touch.

When he was satisfied by your wrecked expression, he dove into your pussy with abandon. He knew exactly how to please you, years of practice and patience paying off. Your moans echoed throughout the room, fingers tugging on his hair like you were drowning and he was a life raft.

"Bucky, please, I--I need--" you gasped as he slipped two fingers inside of you, knowing exactly what you needed without you having to say it.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, every inch of you alive in a way only he could make you feel. You gasped and pleaded, and he never stopped, your pleasure the sole thing on his mind.

When you finally came, the pleasure was blinding, so overwhelming that you could do nothing but moan his name. Bucky helped you ride out your orgasm, but he allowed you to pull him away when it became too much for you.

You were panting, limbs trembling slightly, as you watched him lift himself up and crawl towards your face. His movements were slow, his lips planting warm kisses to your soft curves as he went. When he finally reached your lips, your breathing had calmed significantly.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered.

You chuckled lightly. "Hey, handsome."

It was an exchange that had become almost a ritual. It was exactly what Bucky had said the first time the two of you had ever made love and he had said it every time since. Sometimes before, sometimes during, sometimes after...but he never missed it, and neither did you.

This time though, something felt different. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you, or maybe it was what you carried in your heart...what you desperately wanted to tell him. "Buck," you began softly.

"I love you," he whispered, cutting you off. "I love you so damn much it hurts."

You took a shallow breath and gently caressed his face, a warm smile spreading across your lips. "I love you just as much, Bucky. I hope you know that."

He leaned into your palm and sighed, blue eyes fluttering closed. "I know you do, doll. I know."

"There's something I want to tell you," you murmur.

He feels a stab of fear in his chest, a remnant of his past inability to trust others. But he knows you, knows you would never do or say anything to hurt him, so he pushes that fear aside and opens his eyes to look at you. "I'm listening."

"I umm--well, I've been thinking..."

He cocked his head to the side as he regarded you, waiting for you to say what was on your mind.

"Well, the thing is, we've been married for a couple years now...umm--and I think maybe it would, you know if you wanted, maybe we could..." you trailed off, gaze averting from his face.

"Doll?" he asked softly, pulling your attention back to him. "What is it?"

You shook your head. "Maybe it's stupid."

"Nothing you want is stupid."

"We've never really talked about it. I just...I don't know--it sort of hit me one day and suddenly it's all I can think about."

He brushed some of your hair out of your face, his warm eyes pleading with you to open up to him. "What is, doll?"

"Kids," you whispered so softly he might not have heard you if not for the serum.

His face paled slightly and he inhaled sharply, jaw going slack.

"Never mind, it was stupid," you rushed out. You tried to get out from under him, wanting nothing more than to run away and hide for a couple hours until maybe you either disappeared or he forgot you'd said anything.

"Hey, hey," Bucky said insistently. He kept you from getting away, his hold on you firm, but gentle. "Doll, it's not stupid."

You swallowed thickly, eyes still looking anywhere but at him.

"Look at me, sweets. Please?"

You bit your lip, obvious discomfort etched into your features.

"Please? I need you to look at me when I say this."

You could hear the desperation in Bucky's voice when he spoke and it pulled your gaze back to him, as if you had no control. When your eyes met his, your breath caught in your chest. His beautiful blue eyes were swimming with emotions, just not the ones you were expecting.

"When I met you, my life changed. You have given me everything I could ever want and need; you're my entire world. I would move mountains for you, burn worlds to the ground, whatever you want or need, I will do it." He paused, breathing ragged. "You know what I want, doll? I want to have kids with you. I want a whole little brood. I want to see you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, watching as I make you dinner. I want to see this beautiful body of yours so full of life, a life we created together. I want to make you a mother, and I would love to be the father of your children. So if you're asking me if I want to make a baby with you, the answer is an emphatic yes."

Tears welled in your eyes as he spoke, his words warming your soul from the outside in. You could hear the love in his voice and it meant the world to you; he meant the world to you. You took a deep breath and you smiled at him, a few stray tears making their way to your cheeks.

He smiled back at you, his expression so full of love it made you breathless. He gently wiped the tears from your eyes and lowered his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, ensuring you knew exactly how he felt.

When he pulled away, you asked softly, "So...you wanna start now?"

At first his eyes widened, but they quickly darkened, the pupils expanding with lust. "Hell yeah, sweets. I think right now would be perfect."

It didn't take him long to work you back up, his expert hands guiding you, arousal pooling between your legs. In minutes, you were begging him to take you, the need becoming unbearable.

Bucky was never one to deny you, especially when you pleaded with him like this. He slid into you in one smooth thrust, earning a deep pleasured moan from your lips to match his own.

"Shit, doll, you're so tight," he groaned. "You always feel so good wrapped around me."

His movements were quick and intense, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans were his best encouragement, a song meant only for his ears.

He pictured you pregnant, belly all swollen, carrying his child. A baby the two of you had made together, something he had long ago given up hope of, and the thought made him feral. The images flashed through his mind and he couldn't stop the words that flowed from his mouth as he pounded into you.

"God, I can't wait to see you with your belly all swollen. I bet you'll look so pretty pregnant, glowing like the light of the moon. Prettiest damn thing in the world."

He could tell his words were having an effect on you, but you were completely unable to respond. Nothing but hungry moans dripping from your mouth, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"You're gonna be such a good mama, sweets, I just know it. Gonna be so good," he groaned as you clenched around him. "Fuck, doll, I'm so close."

"Me--too," you gasped, though he already knew that.

"That's right, pretty mama. I wanna feel you cum around me, so I can fill you up. You gonna let me put a baby in you?"

You cried out in pleasure as you reach your peak, nails digging into his back, body shaking beneath him.

He gasped, the pleasure of your orgasm pushed him closer to his own. "That's it, sweets. Gonna make me a daddy--fuck," he groaned as you clenched around him, this time on purpose.

He looked at you, surprised to see you looking at him so intently. "Put a baby in me, James; fill me up," you begged.

It was all he needed to push him over the edge, hot spurts of his seed shot into you as he came with a shout of your name. His body shook slightly as he pulled out of you, quickly grabbing a pillow and sliding it under your hips.

"Buck?" you questioned lightly.

"Gotta make sure all my cum stays inside," he answered breathlessly, before collapsing beside you.

You laughed lightly, a warm smile lighting up your face. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe, but you still married me."

You laughed harder. "Touché."

"So how many kids are you thinking?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know, probably two or three." You turned your head to look at him. "You?"

"I was thinking maybe, eight?"

"Eight?!" you asked incredulously. "Only if you carry four of them."

He laughed. "I would do that for you if I could, doll. I just want a big family with you...bunch of little kids running around, maybe a couple of dogs. I mean, we already have the house with the white picket fence."

You laughed with him. "Babe, I'm pretty sure those families only had 2.5 kids," you teased. "But for you, I'm open to maybe having a couple more."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes," you said with a laugh. "Just don't get too crazy. We're not making an entire baseball team here."

"Damn," he mumbled jokingly.

You smacked him affectionately and he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss to it. "I love you, sweets."

You sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Buck."

He sat up and kissed your forehead before helping you turn onto your side, hips still elevated by the pillow. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, his warmth providing you both comfort and safety. You knew there were still dishes out in the dining room to deal with and whatever mess remained in the kitchen, but you couldn't get yourself to get out of the bed.

As if sensing where your head was at, Bucky whispered, "I'll deal with the dishes later. I'd much rather hold you until you fall asleep."

You sighed and leaned into his chest. "You won't hear me complaining. I'm exhausted."

"Get some sleep, doll." He kissed your shoulder. "Oh, one more thing."

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"I was completely right. Dessert was way better."

He joined in with your laughter, the combination of which was easily the most beautiful sound in the world. It was the sound of two people so wonderfully in love that everything around them seemed to stop and listen, hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of true love.

#bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #marvel smut #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x wife!reader #smut #angst

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kokushiboublackgf · 2 years ago

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Please Don't Go

(At this point you can tell that I absolutely suck at making titles for the things I write. Anyway here's some Shinobu angst/comfort that I wrote in like 20 minutes. Enjoy)

There are very few things that can slip by Shinobu's sharp eyes and senses. After all she's a Hashira, incredibly fast on her feet, a healer, and an innovator. Which is why she curses herself ten thousand times as she works quickly to tend to your large and ugly injury on your body that you managed to keep hidden from everyone. Due to the lack of care and your continued efforts to go on missions the wound not only grew infected but you were hit with a nasty fever that doesn't seem to be going down anytime soon.

Shinobu winces as you let out a painful groan at the feeling of her hands working on properly mending the bleeding wound on your chest that was never properly dealt with in the first place. If it wasn't for your current state she would have cursed you out so hard that it would make a sailor blush.

Upon finishing the last stich on the wound Shinobu applies a numbing and healing cream and wraps your injury as best as she can without trying to move you around so much. Even without the fever the injury was pretty gruesome and she questioned how you were able to still fight other demons and train.

Hearing you give another painful groan makes her snap out of her thoughts and she frowns as she sees your face tense up with nothing but pure anguish and at this point there's nothing more she can do for you other than make sure your injury doesn't become more infected and try to bring down your fever the best that she can.

Grabbing a rag she soaks it into a bowl of cold water before wringing it, and dabbing away at your sweaty and hot face, before placing it again in the bowl, wringing it and putting the rag on your forehead.

"Honestly I don't know what's wrong with you" she sighs while shaking her head. "Why put yourself in this type of danger? When you wake up we have a lot to speak about."

For the next two days your fever looked like it was never going to break but on the third day your fever finally managed to break and you found yourself tiredly blinking and taking a look at your surroundings. You don't really remember much of what happened before being where you currently are. You do remember being in a lot of pain when you were at your estate and feeling like you were falling. The last thing you remembered hearing was the concerned cry coming from your crow.

"You're finally awake" you hear a soft voice say aloud. Turning your head you see Shinobu standing in the doorway and although she has a smile on her face you know her well enough to know that beneath that smile is nothing but anger and disappointment.

"Shinobu I-"

"I don't want to hear it. I don't think you realize how reckless you can be sometimes. I mean do you really care very little about your own life?!" At this point you can see how Shinobu is practically seething with anger, fists balled and shaking and beautiful purple eyes showing nothing but anger and hurt. It makes you wince and you feel disappointed in yourself for putting her through this.

"Shinobu please let me explain" you say shakily while trying to sit up, making an effort to try to not aggravate your injury further.

"Idiot don't try to sit up" she scoffs while moving to your bed to gently push you back. "I just can't comprehend why you would do something this reckless."

Sighing you close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them and looking directly into Shinobu's eyes. Where there was nothing but anger and disappointment, there's pure sadness.

"You're always telling me to take care of myself when I push myself too hard and here you go rushing into battle and walking around with an injury that was barely tended to. Imagine if you weren't near someone who could help. What do you think would have happened to you? I just want you to be safe. I don't want to lose you so suddenly" she finishes with a whisper and tears pooling in her eyes.

She doesn't hesitate or pull away from you when she feels your hand grasping her and squeezing them, likely to reassure her that you were alive and well right now and weren't going anywhere.

"Shinobu look at me. I'm okay and I won't be going anywhere anytime soon and you're right. It was stupid of me to do what I did." Sighing you tug at her hand a bit until she sits on the side of your bed and before continuing you rub your thumb over her hand soothingly.

"I- you're right. I tell you to take care of yourself every time I see you pushing yourself too hard and here I am unable to take my own advice" you finish chuckling to yourself. "I just felt the need to keep pushing myself, to keep fighting cause us Hashira are here to do just that."

"Well you're not much use if you're bed ridden or dead because of you refuse to take care of your injuries" she mumbles as she gives you a deadpan look. Laughing to yourself you lift her hand and press a kiss to it.

"I'm sorry I really am. I never meant to scare you like that. I hope you can forgive me."

Scoffing she smiles to herself before pressing her lips onto your forehead to give you a small kiss.

"Yeah I forgive you. Can't stay mad at you forever" she says smiling before leaning in closer and pinching both of your cheeks.

"But if you do something like this again I will personally send you to your grave and bring you back to life just to do it again? Understand?" she threatens you with her sweet close smile.

Choosing to not say anything you just nod your head and smile.

#shinobu #shinobu x reader #black reader #black fanfic writer #kny reader #shinobu kny #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic writer #demon slayer fanfic writer

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muppetgelica · 2 years ago

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Just poolin around

#Pool #summer pool #Procreate #Procreate art #procreate art #color palette #color palettes #digital illustration #digital artist #digital painting #digital drawing #digital aritst

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lonestar-badash · 1 year ago

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The perfect hat doesn’t exis…

#l-ba #i want tequila little time with you #save water #drink tequila #sweet summertime #just poolin around

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lovelyo · 6 months ago

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Colin Not That Much Better Fr

Colin is the lesser evil in this Poolin relationship imo, but he’s still pretty bad. Everyone says he’s this kind sweet cinnamon roll when he has barely showed any of that shit, do we all live in a different timeline? Colin barely has a personality when he had 2 seasons to establish at least a foundation. Season 1 he’s just eating and getting suckered by Marina(granted she had hella good reasons to do so). He was just there in the background with no personality. Even Gregory and Hyacinth showed more of a personality. Same with season 2. That Featherington plotline with the fraud cousin was ridiculous and he did it more out of pity than actually wanting to help.

All they do is tell us about Colin’s character. Mama Bridgerton, what shit are you chatting, how the hell is Colin caring?

If anything, we’ve seen this douche be selfish. Why the fuck did he go to Marina’s house unannounced? To get his own closure.

How is he running off to travel? By using Anthony’s dime to go and fuck around and buy gifts on that same dime.

Why is he barely close with his siblings? Cause he’s traveling without thinking of anyone else. No wonder when he occasionally writes letters to them they barely respond cause they even know their brother is full of hot shit.

What does he do when he sees the clear beef between Eloise and Penelope? Makes it about himself and invites Penelope to their house despite knowing Eloise wants nothing to do with the wench.

Why does he do a complete 180 and pine after Penelope Hilton? Don’t worry, the showrunners don’t even know. We can only deduce from his behavior that he started wanting Penelope after her “glow up”. What does that say about him?

Why doesn’t he want Penelope to be with Lord Debling? Well, it makes him feel sad and jealous. He seemingly doesn’t care that Penelope might have found a genuine man. It makes him feel like absolute shit so hence why they shouldn’t be together.

How caring 🙃

Colin is legit a selfish prick and the show is trying to put glitter all over his bullshit to make it look like gold. But hey, they do the same with Penelope. Such a befitting couple

#anti penelope featherington #anti colin bridgerton #anti polin #stop with the lies Colin isn’t selfless #lust isn’t love #Colin should end up with his right hand #Season 3 part 1 is ass fr #Fool getting suckered once more

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shinidamachu · 4 years ago

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Any Inukag fanfictions you recommend?

Yes, of course! I love telling people what to do.

A while ago an anon asked me about my favorites so I made a list. And here’s a small, slightly angst complementary one. I’ll be taking this opportunitiy to update these lists with the fanfictions I’ve read recently or the ones I for whatever reason didn’t put in the other two. Hope you enjoy!

Confession of a Hopeless Attraction by @goshinote: pining Inuyasha at its best! The little details about Inuyasha and Kagome’s personalities in this AU made it all even more adorable.

26 Days of Smutmas by @notkorras: merry christmas, here’s some dirty stuff! I love the concept of this. Every chapter it’s totally different AU and it never gets boring. Super fun to read if you’re into NSFW but it has some fluff and some angst too!

Slave to Your Heart by @shnuggletea: it is a bit dark, so be sure to check the warnings first. If you’re cool with it, though, I’m 100% sure it will keep your attention. It certainly kept mine.

Welcome Home by @akitokihojo: nothing better than Inukag reunion fics, no matter the universe. And this. One. Delivers. Also: “I missed you” sex. 1000/10.

Hex: I'm With The Band by @goshinote: listen, I’d die for rockstar Inuyasha. L i s t e n! Also the angst it’s just... good fucking food.

First Impressions by @mamabearcat: this is just so straight up good and sweet? It kind of reminds me of Friends a little bit because it felt so comforting! Love it!

Poolin' Around by @keichanz: excellency smut from the queen herself! Enjoy!

It was Love at First Bite, Kagome by @fawn-eyed-girl: take one pint of rivals to lovers, add a half pound of comedy and NSFW. Hungry yet? You will be.

The Best Laid Plans for Getting Laid by @neutronstarchild: oh my Gosh, this is hilarious in the best of ways, but also pretty damn hot! Trust me, you don’t want to miss it.

Shameless by @noviceotakus-blog: this is porn. I don’t know what else to tell you, except: it’s mind blowing porn.

Lessons by @akitokihojo: you simply can’t write such an amazing BDSM bit and not be a wizard of sorts. Tell us your secrets. I’m still shooketh.

The Half-Demon Prince and the Curse of Four Paws by @neutronstarchild: this is one of those fics that just make you melt. It could easily be a Disney movie.

Fearless by @keichanz: Inuyasha and kids are a weak spot of mine. It’s just not fair how fucking lovely this oneshot is. Please have mercy, I’m only a woman.

Midnight Bruises by wolfdancer333: goddamn, would you take a look at this masterpiece? The grasp this author has on Inuyasha and Kagome it’s insane!

Sky and Earth by Drake_Rhapsody: an absolute jam! The writing it’s both heartbreaking and breathtaking.

She's Mine by shantie84: your classic mating story, complete with Demon!Inuyasha making some appearences. A little bit of angst. Lots and lots of sex.

Into You by @lavendertwilight89: another one for pining Inuyasha because I just love it to death. It’s an awesome AU and I’ll definitely reread it sometime.

Secondary Transmission of Disinformation by @superpixie42: the tittle looks pretty serious but don’t let it fool ya. It’s one of the funniest things I have ever read. Also: make up sex. Plus the characterization is flawless.

Stay With Me Until Sunrise by @neutronstarchild: I can’t even say anything coherent, I just want to scream in delight! Another perfect one!

The Warlord's Tribute by @omgitscharlie: drop everything you’re doing. Read this fanfiction. Thank me later (I like money).

Everything by @superpixie42: this fic has everything I love: make up sex... Yes, I was listing things I love. Yeas, I am done. That’s the whole list.

Given by @dangerouspompadour: the smut was so good I wanted to cry, my dude. Still having trouble to accept this isn’t canon. In my heart it is.

If You Dare... by @fawn-eyed-girl: another christmas season fanfiction! The plot is so clever and the whole story is super entertaining! The Inukag dynamics is just adorable!

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Your alarm goes off at four the next morning. Harry groans like you’ve never heard him before.

“Why are you up so bloody early?”

“I’m going to the gym before work.” You whisper. “Go back to sleep.” You change and pack up everything you’ll need.

“Why?”

“Too dark in the evenings right now, I have zero motivation after work. I’ll be back before I go to work.”

You ran three miles. You have no idea why, but you did. You lifted some weights, and then got back to your apartment by 6:30 to shower. Harry was still in bed when you got back. He rolled over and saw you. You strip yourself of your clothes and he thought you looked like a runway model with the way you were strutting around.

“Right, so I’ll be showerin’ with ya.” He says getting up. You turn to grin at him.

“We have to be super quick.” You fix your hair into a bun so it won’t get wet. “Niall and I are going to carpool today, and he leaves super early.”

“Well, enough talkin’ then, let’s go.”

You turn the water on and wait for it to heat up. You stand under the warm water to wash the sweat away. Harry gets on his knees and pulls you towards him. You giggle, and then gasp when you feel his mouth on your clit. Your hands rake through his hair. He moves one of your legs over his shoulder so he can lick your center easier.

“Ugh, Harry.” Your head rolls back. “Feels so good.”

He dips a finger up inside you while his mouth focuses on your clit again. He curls it up inside you making the “come here” motion, and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

“Harry, shit, don’t stop.”

You feel him smirk while he flicks his tongue faster on you. It’s when his second finger slips inside that you lose it. You gasp loudly, and practically scream while your stomach coils. One of your hands grasps at the tile on the shower wall. Your release comes and he continues to pump in and out of you while you ride it out. He stands up as you catch your breath. You lean your forehead on his chest.

“Shit.”

He lifts you up quickly and puts your back flush with the wall. You wrap your legs around him and he thrusts up into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Always so reactive in the mornin’.” He smirks. He starts moving in and out. He grabs one of your hands with his and laces your fingers together.

“I love you so much.” You kiss him while he fucks up in to you.

“I love you too.” He says into your ear. “Love this tight little cunt too.” You moan at his words.

“Keep going.” You breathe out. He could feel you pulsing against him.

“Feels so good wrapped around me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, s’like it was made just f’me.” You tighten around him.

“Fuck, Harry.” You start panting while he moves in and out of you faster. “I wanna come at the same time, can we do that?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Harry, it’s gonna, I’m, oh god!”

His come shoots up inside you as you release around his cock. He stays pressed against you for a moment before pulling out, and setting you down. He kisses you before stepping into the water to rinse off. You give his bum a little pinch as you step into the water.

“Oi!”

“I love that ass.” You giggle.

You get dressed quick and throw some makeup on. It was already 7:15. You made a quick smoothie and kissed Harry before heading out the door. Niall had just pulled his car up.

“Mornin’.”

“Good morning.” You smile big at him. You certainly didn’t seem the way Harry had described. But it was a new day after all.

“You seem perky.”

“I went to the gym really early, I feel so energized.”

“That’s good. Wish I could do that, I get every last drop of sleep I can possibly get. Plus, Sarah usually gives me a good work out.”

“Don’t be gross.” You nudge him.

“As if Harry doesn’t give you a parting gift in the morning.”

“Oh he does, did this morning in fact, but that’s none of your business.” You smirk.

“Mhm, yeah.”

You and Niall stop for coffee and head to the office. You liked carpooling already. It was nice to have that time together in the morning. You decided to switch off every other day. You get to your desk and get through some lingering emails. Harry texts you a kissy face and it makes your heart flutter.

Harry gets to work around nine. Isaac says good morning like he usually does.

“Harry! We missed you last week.”

“Thanks, wish I could say the same.” He smiles along with his joke.

“Very funny.”

“Actually, I would have much preferred you had come with us. We coulda had a lot of fun.” Isaac blushes as Harry walks into his office.

His coffee was already waiting for him. He sighs with relief. He logs onto his computer and loads up some of the pictures he started editing. He gets them onto a flash drive and walks down to Mykenzie’s office. He taps on the outside of the door.

“Hey.” He says to her.

“Hi.” She says looking over at him.

“Got the pictures from last week for yeh.”

“Thanks, you can just leave that on Julia’s desk.”

“You’re not even gonna look ‘em over?” He pouts.

“Why do I need to? She’s the one writing the pieces.”

“You’re gonna look her shit over though right?”

“Yeah, when she’s done. I’m working on something else right now.”

“Alright then.” He turns on his heel and leaves her office. She hated when he’d pout like that. It was too cute. He walks over to Julia’s desk where her eyes are glued to her computer screen. “Hey, here are the pictures from last week.” He places it on her desk.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks heat up looking at him.

“Ya good?”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks for the coffee.” He winks at her and walks away.

You were too busy jamming out to your Glee cast playlist playing loudly in your ears to notice Harry standing in your door way around lunch time. He got a kick out of you bobbing your head around, mouthing the words that he knew you desperately wished you could be belting out. He makes a coughing noise, and you look up at him.

“Oh! Hi, sweetie.” You pause your music and get up.

“It okay I came by?”

“Course! Wanna eat with Niall too? He missed me all week.” Harry goes to speak but you’re already walking down the hall to Niall’s office. “Hey, come to my office for lunch, Harry’s here too.”

“Sounds good!” You come back and get your lunch out of your lunch box.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” He sits down in one of the chairs by your desk. Niall comes in and sits next to him.

“Hey mate.”

“Hey. How was car poolin’?”

“Good! We’re going to do it every day.” You say sitting down.

“It’s a nice way to start to day off.” Niall says.

“Agreed.” You smile at him. “How’s work today, babe?”

“Good, everyone really liked my pictures.”

“That’s great! They were beautiful. Niall, Harry got to dive under water.”

“Ohh, he likes doin’ that.”

“Shut up.” He nudges him. You roll your eyes at the inside joke. “Hey, Niall, you ever notice how much Y/N rolls her eyes?” They both smirk.

“Oh, all the time. She should have an award for it.”

“I really don’t even notice I’m doing it!”

“The best is when I catch you doin’ it in a bad meeting, I have all I can do to not start laughin’.”

“Good to know I can be so entertaining.” You stick out tongue out at him and he sticks his back at at you.

“You both wanna come over tonight to watch The Bachelor?”

“Or you could come to our place! Is that okay Harry?” He nods yes.

“Perfect. Sarah can’t come over tonight, and I hate watchin’ it alone.”

“I cannot believe you like watching it.”

“It’s addicting as fuck! Y/N actually got me into it. When she first started here she was talkin’ about the Bachelorette like all the time.”

“Mhm, so I started Niall off with Bachelor in Paradise that summer.”

“It was wild.”

“Jesus, you two are a married couple.” Harry chuckles.

“We’d be one of the couple’s from the fifties that have the twin beds instead of like a normal bed.�� You joke.

“Yes! That’s exactly how I’d picture it.” He laughs.

Niall leaves you and Harry to hang out alone around 12:30. He closes the door behind him, and you move to sit in Harry’s lap.

“Hi.” You nuzzle your nose to his.

“You’re in a good mood today.”

“Hard not to be when you gave me an earth shattering orgasm this morning.” You blush as you say it.

“Earth shatterin’ huh?”

“Didn’t you hear me scream? Jesus, I’m still thinking about it. You have magic fingers. Actually, you have magic everything.” You giggle and lean down to kiss him.

“Would love to do that for ya again, now.” You stand up immediately.

“I already told you I’m not going to fuck you in my office.”

“Can we make out then?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You sit on the edge of your desk and he stands between your legs. Your hands stay on his hips while he kisses you.

Harry left your office with swollen lips and a fresh hickey on his collar bone. Isaac smirked at him as he came back up to the studio. Harry grabs a mint from the top of his desk.

“What’s that face for?” He asks him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s cute that you have this like high school romance with your girlfriend.”

“High school romance?” Harry scoffs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone ready to pounce like you, you’re a like a teenager going through puberty.”

“Come off it. Can’t help that I’m with the most gorgeous girl in the world. Need to her to kiss me any chance I can get.” He shrugs.

“It’s nice seeing you so in love, H. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Harry shakes his head and goes into his office. He was genuinely over the moon happy.

Niall drives you home at the end of the day, and says he’ll be over around 7:30. You get home before Harry, so you decide to start dinner. You get your music going and start a pot of water on the burner. You were thinking egg noodles with mushrooms and peas. Harry comes home to the smell of your cooking and sits down at the island in the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie.” You say to him. “Dinner’s just about ready.” You kiss him on the cheek. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Good, no complaints for once. How was yours?”

“Pretty good. Had a few meetings. I hate afternoon meetings, people are exhausting after lunch.” You plate up the foot for the two of you and sit next to him.

“Mm, this is delicious, thank you.”

“I made enough to have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. What time is Niall comin’?”

“7:30.”

“Perfect, plenty of time for a shag.”

“Harry.”

“C’mon, let’s go. Need t’save time for a cuddle and all that.”

“Okay, can we just clean up first?”

He practically throws the plates in the dishwasher, and yanks you into the bedroom. Your legs were over his shoulders before you knew it. Your back arching upwards several times. This man truly knew how to fuck a woman right, there was no doubt about that. When you were both done you laid their facing each other, legs tangled up in each other. Light pillow talk, giggles, and stolen kisses.

Around 7:15 you both get up and throw on some sweats. You decide on wearing Harry’s clothes. He notices you’re not wearing a bra.

“Hey, could you put somethin’ on under that?”

“It’s a sweat shirt, you can’t even tell.”

“Yes you can.”

“That’s because you’re looking. He won’t be.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t know how else to say this, but Niall has seen me without a bra on several times. It’s really not a big deal. It’s not like I’m wearing a tight little white shirt. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts. I’ll even keep my arms crossed. See?” You hear the buzzer go off. “I’m gonna let him up. Could you make some popcorn?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey!” You say to Niall as he comes in. He had his glasses on and was also clad in sweats. Harry comes out of the kitchen. “Look, he’s got his glasses on, full relaxation mode for the Irish lad.”

“Shut up, I was done with contacts for the day.”

“Want a glass of wine?”

“Wouldn’t be the bachelor if we didn’t.”

“Perfect! Go sit, I’ll get it.”

Harry felt like he was intruding on a date or something. He sits next to Niall on the couch and puts the popcorn on the coffee table. You come over with three wine glasses and pour it for them both, and yourself.

“Harry, could I please sit in the middle?” He shuffles over. “Thank you.”

The show starts and Harry is already bored. He really felt like a third wheel while you and Niall made comments to each other.

“He’s lettin’ her come back?!” Niall shouts.

“I thought we were free! I’m gonna say it, Peter’s a stupid bitch.”

“You’re right, and you should say it.”

“He literally just wants to bone, I don’t know why he wanted to do this.”

“Probably for that exact reason. Just wait for the fantasy suites.”

“What in the fuck are fantasy suites?”

“When he gets to the final three women, they each get an overnight date with him.” You explain.

“But only if the girl accepts.”

“And it’s no cameras. So the couple can talk all night without the producers meddling, or they can fuck.”

“And there’s no cameras at all?”

“Mhm, it’s like the most crucial date.”

Harry found himself getting more invested with the show. It reminded him of one his novels. You felt your eyes start to get droopy. You had been up really early, and the wine was making you sleepy. Your head falls on Niall’s shoulder. He looks down at you and chuckles. Harry’s jaw tenses. Niall nudges his shoulder up to wake you.

“Hm? Sorry, dozed off for a second.” Harry hooks his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “Ya good?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yup.” Niall shakes his head, but keeps his attention on the TV.

When it ends the three of you are exhausted. You and Harry say goodnight to Niall, and you both shuffle into the bedroom, and into the bathroom to do your nightly routines. You take the sweat pants and sweatshirt off and get into bed. You couldn’t wait for Harry to wrap his arms around your soft skin. You sigh with relief when he does.

“That was fun tonight.”

“Yeah, s’not the worst show I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s very addicting.”

“Clearly.” He yawns.

“Love you baby.” You kiss his cheek.

“Love you too, goodnight.”

You were sort of embarrassed when you went to see Dr. Mara. You had called her office last week and told them you were too sick to come in.

“Hi, Y/N, are you feeling better?” She says to you as you sit down.

“I wasn’t really sick last week.”

“Oh?”

“I just didn’t feel like coming in and talking.”

“Well, that’s alright. Do you feel like you don’t need weekly appointments anymore?”

“No.” You sigh. “I definitely still need weekly appointments. I’ve been sort of depressed, and I’ve been trying to repress all of it.”

“What are you depressed about?”

“I don’t know…could be my seasonal thing. Harry and I have had sex from behind a couple times and I’ve had some bad flashes. I kept it to myself, but I told him about it…so I’m a little better. I was just feeling really low for some reason. I don’t know if it was because I was keeping something like that to myself, so I was just making it worse?”

“Why do you think you kept it to yourself?”

“Because I didn’t want him to worry, or treat me differently. I could tell he was really enjoying it, which made me enjoy it too…”

“You don’t have to put yourself through anything just because you know he wants it a certain way.”

“I know that, and he’s said the same thing to me.”

“So why try to force it?”

“Because I just want to be able to do things!”

“And you will, but not if you force yourself before you’re ready. I mean look at you, you look depressed.”

“I’m feeling better.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine, getting up early, going to the gym.”

“Are you fatigued?”

“A little.” You sigh. “I’m going to Aruba in April…Harry and I got into a fight about it.”

“Why? Isn’t that a family trip?”

“Yeah, he was upset because he had just gotten back from a work thing in Florida, and he felt like I wanted to get away from him by bringing up my own trip. He really missed me. I missed him too, but he like really missed me.” You pause for a moment as she nods along. “He felt really bad for leaving because we were supposed to have the week off together to move. I told him it was no big deal, it really wasn’t. I honestly didn’t care, it was out of my control.”

“You usually like being the one in control.”

“On a person to person basis, yeah. But something like this, a bigger picture thing, like there’s literally nothing either of us could do, so it was whatever.” You shrug. “I don’t think he handles being out of control very well. I think once there’s a plan in place he gets really upset when it changes drastically.”

“Do you think that’s why he was upset when you brought up Aruba?”

“I think his family is supposed to come here for Easter, and he hasn’t truly accepted that I won’t be around for it. I don’t think he fully understands the relationship I have with my Nannie, even though he’s seen me absolutely sob over her…I hate it when we fight. We fight over the stupidest fucking things. We were in a restaurant over the weekend and he threw my fucking degree in communication in my face! Can you believe that?! And then when we got home he put on this big show of making it known he was going to sleep on the sofa. Good! I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him not to. An hour later he comes back in and starts yelling at me. So we talk some shit through. I mean, he drives me crazy sometimes. I know I’m not the easiest person sometimes, but Jesus neither is he.”

“Do you want to break up with him?”

“What?! God, no. I love him too much. The thought’s never even crossed my mind.” You sigh. “We had sex after our fight, it was good, but I got really emotional. It wasn’t like we had made love, it was almost angrier than that. Like a hate fuck or something. Only I was in control the entire time, all of it was coming from me.”

“Maybe you hadn’t resolved everything like you thought you had when you talked.”

“But I don’t want to have angry sex with him. Sure, a little rough is okay, but not angry. That shit doesn’t solve anything. It sure as hell didn’t make me feel better after.” You cross your arms and look away. “The next day I didn’t get out of bed until nearly one in the afternoon. I knew he was worried. I went to take a shower and he told me he needed to go to Niall’s for something. I know he went there to talk about me, why else would he have slipped out like that?”

“What do you think they would have talked about?”

“Why I was acting the way I was, I’m sure. I don’t like that it feels like I’m not allowed to not be okay. I can’t be okay all the time. Besides that, Sarah was with them and she texted me.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Incredibly annoyed, but she told me what they talked about…I chose to just let it go.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Every depressive episode I’ve ever had. It was like a fucking team of doctors or some shit.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this before, but do you think you’d like to try going on some kind of medication? We could start you on a very low dosage-“

“No…that’s like a last resort. That stuff just fucks with your mood.”

“There are some side effects sure, but-“

“I said no.” You both look at each other for a moment. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. So you know Harry went over there to get some information on you, and you chose not to freak out about it. Very different from a couple months ago.”

“I honestly just didn’t have the strength or energy to fight with him again. Now he knows these things about me. Awesome, I really don’t care.”

“But you do care. You look pissed.”

“Of course I’m pissed! How would you feel if three people who were really close to you had a conference to talk about every time you’ve ever been sad? It’s embarrassing. You think I like getting like that? I’d say it’s the only thing about living with someone I don’t like. They can see every time you’re vulnerable.” You groan. “And I lied to Niall last week. I told him I came to see you, and Harry had to have told him I lied.”

“Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of a moot point now…but now who knows if either will believe me when I come here.”

“Niall’s opinion of you really matters, doesn’t it?”

“We love each other, I don’t want him looking at me differently because I fibbed one time.”

“How does Harry feel about the way you and Niall love each other?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes he cares and sometimes he doesn’t. He gets jealous really easily. But he’s just a clingy, needy, guy.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all…until it starts some shit. I think it’s cute he wants me all to himself. God, you don’t think we’re toxic do you?”

“No…but you two need some boundaries set. He shouldn’t get upset with you because you’re going on a trip with your family. But you’re not off the hook either. I know how you can be. You need to cut him some slack once in a while too. He’s not a mind reader, remember?”

“But I’m not one either.”

“Exactly. So, instead of biting each other’s heads off, just try communicating more clearly. If you notice him act a certain way, don’t just call him out on it. Take a step back and think about why he may be acting that way, and go at it from another angle. I know you do that work, bring it home with you.”

As you drove home from your appointment, you knew she was right. She was always right. The doorman greets you as you go inside, and you check your little mailbox just in case Harry hadn’t. You say hello to the desk attendant, Michael, as you head up to the elevator. You had gotten to know Michael well during the week of moving.

You key into your place. Harry was up in the loft working. You go right for the kitchen since you were starving. You take out the leftovers from last night, put some in a bowl, and heat it up. Harry comes into the kitchen to greet you.

“Barely heard ya come in.” He kisses you on the cheek. “How was it?”

“Annoying.” You say under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Good, it was good. Actually, it exhausted me.” Your mood had soured. “I just wanna chill out and watch Chopped.” The microwave goes off and you take your food out.

“Why was it exhausting?”

“Um…I told her about what happened over the weekend.” You say taking a bite of food.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Would you, um, like some time to yourself?” You smile at him.

“That would be kind of nice, actually.”

“Alright, I’ll just be upstairs.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

After you eat, you change into some of Harry’s sweats, and plop down on the sofa. You turn the TV on so you can watch Chopped. After the two episodes, and some time to yourself, you looked up towards the loft. You get up from the sofa and climb the spiral staircase. Harry had his headphones in and he was playing a video game. He pauses it when he sees you. You crawl right into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around you as well and rubs your back.

“My sweet girl.” He coos.

“Miss you.” You nuzzle into him more. “Can we go cuddle in bed?”

“Mhm.”

You stand to get off him, and you both go down the stairs. You both go through your routines and get into bed.

“Harry, can I just lay on you for a bit?”

“Course, love.”

You shift and lay completely on top of him. Head resting on his chest, and legs on either side of his. His hands move up under your shirt just to rub your back. You sigh happily.

“So soft.” He coos. You smile against his chest.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you more than anything, I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you too.” He holds you a little tighter to him.

You fell asleep on top of him. He didn’t mind. He actually really liked when you were needy for a change. You were his sweet little angel.

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minxiebutt · 5 years ago

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day one: distension. featuring erurimike. 305 words.

Erwin brings home a little rat and at first, Mike don’t want shit to do with it. But he gets a good view of what Erwin’s cock does in his throat and soon, Mike can’t find a reason not to let Levi in, even just a lil’ bit. He don’t start by puttin’ his dick down the man’s throat. No, he starts by pettin’ him.

Levi got a certain way of being abrasive like a self-defense mechanism, but when Mike gets his massive hands on that undercut, the tiny noirette lets his head fall back, lets his eyes close, and Mike swears he can hear him fuckin’ purring and shit. When the three of ‘em are all tucked up in bed with wind and snow outside, when Levi’s a warm bundle beside him, Mike’ll loop his arms around the man’s shoulders and coax him up onto a bare chest, feelin’ that skin on skin goodness. Levi’ll sometimes wake up that way, his drool poolin’ between Mike’s pecs.

It ain’t Mike that makes the first proposal. He comes in on Erwin fucking Levi’s brains out all over the kitchen counters and Erwin grits between edged teeth, “Levi, suck his cock.”

Mike ain’t even hard yet when Levi’s shakin’ fingers is fiddlin’ with his belt and gulping down a half-chub. Ain’t take long though for Mike to watch the way his glans bulges out on the down stroke.

And when Erwin hoists Levi up by the armpits and sits him on Mike’s cock? Mike gotta groan to keep from cummin’ like a teenager, eyes glued to the distended belly where his cock pushes out the muscles of a trim lil’ waist. Lord, he ain’t never had the pleasure of bulging through his partner like his cock is too big to fit– he could get used to this.

#erurimike #penned #kinktober 2019

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crassussativum · 5 years ago

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ooc: Enemies and Allies- Chapter 8

((We’re on a quick roll now that I have a plot that’s not just character development lol

Chapter 8

Blackwatch operatives used code-names in the field. Crassus’ was Overseer because as a sniper primarily, he tended to hang back. To oversee the whole of the battlefield so he could act tactically on-the-go as the situation called for it. The Blackwatch called Mav Mayhem because six grenades in the span of half an hour- while certainly effective- was excessive. His wild laugh rang through the comms with every boom and Crassus grit his teeth together as the reverb shook his cover.

Geth limbs and servos and whatever else it was that had the machines up and moving with continuous deadly purpose were now just bits of metal and wiring scattered to the winds. Mav had told him they’d only face a handful or two units of the bastards, give the Alliance soldiers a little back up and then be on their way. When they’d touched down on this outpost though it hadn’t been near that simple. The Alliance soldiers were dead or had simply retreated with no word left behind and the Geth numbered near to fifty. Or they had before Mav had planted himself behind an outcropping of rocks and started lobbing grenades one by one.

Crassus covered his head with one arm as the scaffolding above him groaned and shifted. A few large pebbles bounced off his helmet and he cursed hotly. “Six is enough!”

Mav’s laugh echoed in his ears. “That was lucky number seven, big guy!”

And just like that, the area was quiet. Crassus scanned around with his scope as Mav left his cover to explore. There were Geth pieces everywhere, the grenades had seen to that, and some of them twitched sporadically before going still again. The death-throe similar movements had Crassus’ mandibles tight to his face and his stomach in a knot. Geth were borderline sentient but they were still only machines and machines didn’t feel pain: they shouldn’t be twitching like that.

“I’m callin’ this in to Command,” Mav said. “They need to know the Alliance up and left and just how many of these fuckin’ Geth were kickin’ ‘round.”

Crassus hummed an agreement, avidly watching the fingers of a disembodied arm as they spasmed. It made his plating crawl and he turned away from it, his eyes roving across the high rock walls of the canyon and all the embedded and stationary construction equipment. He guessed the Alliance had hoped to build a real outpost here but they had only just started to before the Geth had arrived. He spotted an eezo powered crane at the top of the canyon, dormant for the moment but he could imagine the hum of the machine when it powered up. They had been common on Invictus and if he remembered correctly, it had been one of the machines to inspire Taren into engineering…

Mav paced by in front of him. “I can’t get a damn signal,” He snarled.

“The Geth probably planted a jammer somewhere.”

“Them or the Alliance-”

The glint of metal registered in the corner of Crassus’ eye. He turned and lifted his rifle without thinking, muscle memory and something like instinct. At the top of that eezo crane he saw the Geth sniper through the scope and he squeezed the trigger twice. His rifle kicked hard against his shoulder but Crassus didn’t lose his stance, watching and waiting… He saw the Geth fall and lowered his rifle.

“I bet the jammer is by that crane,” He told Mav. “High ground, a defensible position and a sniper to protect it. I’d place it under the machine.”

Mav didn’t reply. Crassus turned toward him with a question on his tongue and saw the smaller turian sprawled on his back on the ground. The Geth sniper had gotten him in the split second before Crassus had returned fire. He couldn’t believe it… Spirits, what was he supposed to do? Obviously he’d contact Command and tell them but, Mav… He blinked several times and almost jumped clean out of his armor when Mav lifted his head off the ground and rolled slowly to his feet.

“By the Spirits!”

“I can’t hear a damn thing you’re sayin’, my fuckin’ ears are ringin’ so damned loud.” Mav growled, brushing himself off. “Dunno if you can hear me either actually.”

Crassus reached him in half a step and grabbed the front of Mav’s chest armor, holding tightly to it as he looked the smaller turian over. At the same time, Mav reached up under his jaw and unclasped his helmet to pull it off.

“Fuck, look at that.” Mav pointed to the streak of embedded debris that peeled away the matte black finish of his helmet along the side of it. The Geth’s bullet had only grazed him but it had done enough to send him to the ground and knock out his comms. “I reckon that might legitimately be the closet I’ve gotten.”

Crassus stared at him. “...Really?”

Mav hung the helmet off his belt and shrugged. “Maybe so. I dunno. Lotta folks try to kill me.” He stretched. “What were you sayin’ while I was makin’ sure my head was attached?”

He blinked at Mav again, his mandibles working along his jaw inside his own helmet. A half centimeter in either direction and… Sometimes he genuinely didn’t know if he wanted to shake Mav or strangle him. “You’re welcome,” He said tightly. “I said if the Geth installed a jammer, the best spot for it would be under that crane.”

The smaller turian looked up at the canyon walls and sighed. “You feel like takin’ a climb up there?”

…

An hour later after they’d climbed up an almost straight incline, Crassus bent forward with his hands on his knees and huffed as he tried to catch his breath. Mav was doing the same next to him.

“I hate this Spirits forsaken place,” He panted. “My fuckin’ head is poundin’, I’ve got sweat poolin’ in my boots and these fuckin’ humans can’t even build proper fuckin’ stairs. And it smells like fuckin’ decomp up here!”

Crassus straightened up and his mandibles flared widely. “That’s because there are bodies up here.”

“...Ah for fuck’s sake.” Mav spat on the ground.

They’d found the Alliance soldiers and even more dismantled Geth. Along with scattered pools of dried blood and what could almost be called a swarm of insects. Mav strode past him with a hand over his mouth and nose, giving bodies a poke with his foot as he went. Crassus followed him more sedately, respectful of the dead even if they weren’t his own species.

“Fuck, I feel bad sayin’ shit ‘bout the stairs now.” Mav muttered. “This ain’t no way to die. Look at this mess.”

“I’d rather not.” Crassus muttered. The Geth had torn them apart and literally in a few cases.

Mav loitered by the operating cab of the crane, running his hand back and forth over his fringe. “Yeah, fair ‘nough I reckon. Shit.” He said. “Alright. I’m gonna wiggle my way in under the crane and see if I can’t find that damn jammer. You just don’t let nothin’ else shoot at me.”

Crassus nodded his head and pulled his rifle down into his hands again. The smaller turian muttered a few more things to himself as he got down on his belly and did indeed wiggle in under the crane, his feet kicking against the dirt until he was out of sight. That he could fit beneath it in his heavy armor was a testament to how small he was. Crassus paced a tight loop around it, his head tilted as he listened to every sound… The buzz of those insects, the creak in the joins of his armor as he sifted, Mav displacing dirt and rocks and whatever else beneath the crane… A footstep not his own. Crassus stopped pacing. The insects had gone silent.

“Mav,” He called. “I think you should forget about the jammer. We need to leave.”

“In a sec, big guy!” He yelled.

Crassus’ every instinct in the seconds that followed told him to run and he marched over to the crane, knelt and reached under. He found Mav’s ankle and wrapped his hand around it, Mav cursed and kicked at him.

“Spirits! You scared the shit outta me!” He snarled.

“Shut up and put your head down so I can pull you out.” Crassus snapped back at him.

“Let me the fuck go.”

“Yes. You should let him go.” There was a click and a whir sound and Crassus stilled even his breathing.

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Death of a Bachelor

(Erik Killmonger POV)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: sSmutSs, fuckboyness

A/N: Possible new series? So hear me out, this was inspired by the movie Alfie, the Michael Caine version is the only one I seen. But Erik is going to experience four, maybe five women, each very different from the next. He’s having fun with them but at some point he’s going to have to tighten up on some of his ways, whether it’s with a lucky lady from the five, or by his damn self. I also just wanted to do a smut since I haven’t in a minute and no one is gettin any in my series’ (also I may have some residual hormones that I can’t work out right now because nature doesn’t want me to have any pleasure this week, so I’m getting it out here). The one time my mama asks me what I’m writing about and it’s THIS, smh. First POV of a character, so hopefully his spirit comes across here.

I swear God had a sense of humor making a nigga like me. The average man woulda been shot his on brains out with the bullshit I have had to deal with in my life. I’m not goin into all my childhood shit right now, that psychology and repressed emotions bull never rocked with me for real. Nah, I’m talkin bout my life right here, right now. People just won’t leave me the hell alone!

So boom, it’s like this. I like to take care of myself. I do my cardio every Monday, Wednesday, Saturday. That can be runnin, boxin, some P90X or whatever the fuck to keep me on my toes. I do weight training Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, doublin up when I feel like it with my cardio days; lightwork, you feel me? All that to say ya boy is stacked. You couldn’t put no more muscle on this 6’0 frame if you tried, took a damn long time but I finally got my shit filled out right.

And I’m proud of my shit, gotta double back by the mirror every so often just to catch myself lookin. I ain’t narcissistic or nothin, but fuck you if you think I should be humble, I earned this.

I say all that to say it’s funny how people think they entitled to your time just because you give em some dick every other visit. Females will tell you different, but they just as thirsty as niggas these days. I go out the gym, fresh from a shower in my wife beater and sweats, right? I got my shades on cuz I’m not tryna socialize, just get my protein powder and jet.

What they do? Stare at me walkin past the produce section, holdin they bananas in a daze, fuckin me with they eyes! On one hand, I’m cool with it, like I said I work for this body to be admired. Bitches love feelin on my stomach and chest while I dig them out, clawing my back when my shit too deep for em. But then I say good morning, and they ass wanna look at me funky and go about they business! Like I bothered them with some eye fuckin! Bitch if you don’t go on somewhere witcho thirsty ass! Maybe my approach is off, but fuck that, I know what you were thinkin bout, and that don’t require much introduction to get to.

That’s a good sign for me though, cuz I know they gon run off to they little friends talking bout, “Girl, this fine ass nigga said Hi to me at the grocery store today. Bitch, I hope I see him again, I might have to fuck him right on the tomatoes!” I know them! They act proud, but they don’t wanna come off hoeish.

Lemme see you be a hoe! I cannot stress that enough! There’s an artform to it though, don’t go comin up on me, rubbin my ass and whisperin in my ear (depends on the location and time of day though for that). Shit, come up to me and say hi for once! Being the aggressor gets tired after a while. See, when a baby girl come up to me, smilin all confident and shit like she holdin the meanin to life between her legs, askin me who I am and what she wants, NIGGA! You ain’t said nothin but a word, ma!

That’s how I got involved with this one girl, Venice, like that town in Italy. She a real cute redbone, bout 5’5 wears these red bottom heels everyday (at least she has em one whenever I see her...never takes em off). She work as a paralegal, so she gotta wear blazers, skirts, or pantsuits, which I don’t always find sexiest but the way she gets em tailored to her body, whew man, it’s almost porno levels of ridiculous but that’s just cuz how thicc she is. Bitch can’t help it!

I go to this deli shop on lunch sometimes and she was in line with her phone glued to her eyeballs, so I knew she wasn’t wantin to be fucked around with. I respect a woman’s boundaries, you ain’t gotta tell me twice to go the fuck on somewhere. But tell me why when I’m pickin up pastrami on rye, ready to smash that thing I hear her behind me talkin bout, “I took you as more of a footlong type of guy.” If that ain’t no damn innuendo I don’t know what the fuck is. I’m lookin at her like she gotta be jokin, but damn her with that fuckin smile. She smelt good too, like coconut and fresh laundry, she was clean clean. She tried to hide her lil joke talmbout “I meant you so look like you workout, your meal just don’t match the appetite I envisioned.” So I ask her if she been envisioning in more ways than one and that got her cackling real quick, touchin on me like we old classmates reuniting. Long story short, we exchanged numbers and I get a text at the end of the day askin me to pull up to her job and next thing I know, we fuckin on her desk. She loud as fuck too. The building seemed like it was cleared out but damn, the police coulda been called for all she was doin. The pussy was fire though, almost had me losin my shit. She keeps it clean, except for some hair across the top of her pussy like a toupee. She likes to ride it though, that probably has to do with her profession, wantin power over people. Soon as she start cummin though, she a damsel in distress needin her Superman to finish things off.

So I been fuckin with her for a little over a month now. It’s real causal, we meet more after dark than in the daytime. It’s fun, I ain’t had to jackoff too much cuz she seems to work with my shit like circadian rhythm or whatever. Soon as I felt my shit gettin hard, my phone light up.

Tonight wasn’t no different. I was working out late that night, finishing a couple of miles on the treadmill when a notification interrupts my music. I look at my phone and it’s a picture of her hand spreading her pussy lips out. Damn, purple and pink were my favorite colors. I had to hit the emergency stop so I didn’t bust my face on the machine. I let her know I would be there in a hour, she says to make it 30 minutes.

This is when I have a problem with her, she think she run me! If I tell her I can’t come today, she says she can help with that. I tell her I’m tired, she say I don’t have to do shit but lay there. I was outta town once, and she still not satisfied until I get her on FaceTime so she can see me jackoff while she play with herself. If it didn’t turn me on so damn much, I’d drop her for good.

So, after I shower and start heading to my car, she text me with this address I don’t know. When I Googled, it led me to some condo on the other side of town. I asked her what this was about and the bitch left me on read. Fuck outta here with that shit. I ain’t Scooby Doo, and I don’t feel like solvin mysteries. Fuck I look like?!

But my dumbass follows the scent of hot n ready pussy soon as it pops up, so I go and whatever. Place look like the fuckin Powerpuff Girls live here, doin the absolute most for one woman to be livin in by herself.

When I go knockin on her front door, it just opens on its own like a haunted house. I peek in, bout to call her lame ass for tellin me an address I don’t know about, tryna get a Black man killed, I hear her voice.

“Come on in, baby.”

I stepped my ass in there real slow, checkin my peripherals until I saw her sittin on the couch in some see through robe lookin at her fireplace. I coulda busted concrete with the hard on I got lookin at her. Those titties, nigga, sittin up under her chin practically, just overflowin she so big.

“What’re you standin there like you seen a ghost. Come sit like you got some kind of sense.”

“What you got the front door open like that for?” I asked her, sittin next to her.

“I knew you were coming by. I don’t feel like getting up if I don’t have to.” She takes a bottle of Hennessy from the table in front of us and pours two glasses, handing me one of em.

I take a sip, nursing my drink. “You tryna be a pillow princess tonight or sumthin? Wantin me to do all the work?” I asked her. I couldnt help but reach out to feel that ass through her robe but she smacked my hand.

“Not like that, Erik! I want you to finish that drink, and maybe another. I want to be entertained a little more than usual tonight.” She knocked back her drink quicker than a jackrabbit on a date. She set her drink down, scooching over closer to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them damn titties! She started rubbin the inner part of my leg and I took the Henny down, you feel me!

She poured me another drink and started talkin all general about my day and shit. I wasn’t giving her nothin but one word answers cuz I was startin to get a lil lit off of the drink and she kept playin in my hair, kissin my neck and shit. I was tired of tellin her to chill out with alldat cuz I damn sure was ready to teach her ass some fuckin manners.

So I grab her thigh and pull her big ass over my lap, giving them cheeks a Jaws of Life-ass squeeze. I heard her gasp from my strength, she love that shit.

“Erik, hang on-” She try and say but I ain’t wantin to hear her mouth. I slip my hand in her panties and started washing my hands, her shit was like a faucet with that drip. I knew she was ready, think she playin with somebody.

“Fuck a ‘hang on’. Hang on these nuts, what you finna do.” I was bout to be in my element! Pussy poolin and I was finna dive, my nigga! Next thing I know my hair gettin pulled and yanked backward, hurt like a muthafucka.

“Damn Venice! What the fu-”

She took my hand and licked them off all slow. I felt her tongue dancing on my fingertips before she pinned my hand back.

“I really, really, love it when you’re rude, Erik. I do! But when I tell you to hold on, you say ‘yes ma’am’, remember?”

She pullin that dominance shit again. I ain’t on no punk shit, let the record show. But if this moves things along, then, “Yes ma’am.”

Then the damn doorbell rings! “Finally!” Venice gets up for the door, walkin all fast.

“Who the fuck are you expectin?” I’m gettin loud with her cuz I didn’t sign up for none of this shit. I was supposed to soak my wood and dip, she be extra but this on some other shit.

She turns around and puts her a finger to her mouth at me before opening the door. Some blonde girl comes through the door sayin Hi and huggin Venice like this a tea party. So, I’m sittin on the couch waiting for them to finish and her to leave, but Venice walks Jennifer Lawrence lookin clown into the living room.

“Erik, this is-”

“I don’t need to know her name, I need to know when she leavin.” I’m heated! My dick gettin soft by the minute, but Venice and her friend is unphased.

Venice starts playin in her hair and they start gigglin. “She’s here to keep us company. She’s fun, I think you both would do well with each other.”

Nigga, when she said this, I wondered if she spiked my damn drink or some bullshit. “I don’t associate with white folks Venice, stop wastin my time so we can do what I came over for.”

“That’s why Abbigayle is here! She wanted to meet you and-”

“You tellin bitches about me? Talkin behind my back?! I ain’t a damn gossip topic, fuck is your problem! I don’t fuck white bitches either, so you can just step ABBA!” I was ready to pack my happy ass up and go. Too many females on this planet to be strung up on one dummy.

“ERIK! I’m not going to be interrupted again! You’re making me lose my patience, that isn’t going to go over well for you. Be nice!”

I said already I ain’t no punk, right? And I meant that shit. But I ain’t never one to fuck up a good time, fuckin is fuckin, so let’s just see what happens. “Yes ma’am.”

Venice liked that, she instantly walked all slow and sexy over to me tellin me good job and shit, kissin on me. For a second I forgot about Abracadabra but then I feel an extra pair of hands at my lap and I see her unbuttoning my pants. Venice tooks my face back to look at her; she is really fuckin beautiful, I can’t even lie on that. Her lips felt like when you ain’t had Starburst in a while, and the first one in the line is a Pink or a Red, nigga her lips juicy as fuck and I didn’t want her to stop puttin em on me.

So we makin out on the couch and Abacus got my dick out and starts lickin and kissin my shit like it’s a damn bomb pop. That’s cute and all if I rock with you, but if I don’t know you like that? You just playin, show me what the hell that mouf do so I can hae somethin to talk to the homies bout later.

Venice gets off the couch and sits across the room in a chair, leaving her leg over the arm so her legs are spread out. I finally was gettin hard again, poor Abilify probably thought I was gettin there from her hen peckin round my shaft. Nah, I couldn’t hold back seeing Venice sittin there like she ain’t give an entire fuck that some random bitch was suckin my dick! Like, she ain’t been shy about what she likes in the bedroom but fuck, this was some new shit she pullin out on me.

When Venice took off her bra to let them titties hang on her stomach, I was about to lose my damn patience. I look down and Albuquerque and decide she needs some instruction on what to do when you got dick in your mouth.

“Open ya mouth up.” I told her, pulling her hair back to hold it behind her head. Soon as she does I pump my dick all into the back of her throat. She start hittin that gag reflex just right and then I let her breathe while she coughs and wipes her mascara down. I look over at Venice who has a slick smile on her face, nodding at me to continue. When Abomasnow started bobbin on my dick again, she was two handin my shit right? Venice brought a real lazy ass to this party. So I popped her face tellin her to take it deep. White girl was a trooper, I give her that. She barely got it halfway in before she started to gag, so I held her down just to make sure she wasn’t playing.

Lookin over at Venice, now she all relaxed, panties to the side with two fingers diggin herself out. She was bitin her lip tryin not to cum, she bet not either. With her full attenion I let her friend breathe again before I made her face my playground, fuckin the shit outta her throat. I tried my best to imagine it being Venice’s pussy like she probably wish her fingers were me. I couldn’t take no damn more.

I pulled out of Arby’s and strolled my ass on over to Venice, ready or not. Venice wasn’t fightin though as I picked her up under them thick ass legs while she held onto my shoulders. I guided her onto my Johnson and slid right in that bitch like it was nothin. She was so damn wet for me, and her face said it all that she was finally gettin what we came there to do. Venice pussy reminded me of when you just sat down after bein up on your feet all day and you feel like your heart is beatin in your soles when you get them propped up but it’s so damn better than gettin back up again. Venice knew how to tease me, and that shit was torture, but fuck if that release ain’t sweeter for it. Kissin on her lips while she breathin on me kept me goin, so I put her down turned her around by the fireplace. I picked her leg up and back and got right back in that pussy. This was my favorite position, cuz she felt tighter from behind, and she screamed louder too. Singing my name out like a gospel, cussin me out so much it almost hurt my feelins. Almost.

I almost forgot about her friend, til I felt a ticklin on my balls and there was Abscess tryna feel a part of this too, lickin my nuts and Venice’s pussy when I was slammin too hard in them cheeks. It was whatever though, cuz not a damn thing was bringing me out of her til I was through.

While I’m holdin Venice’s titties bouncin round, I felt myself gettin close, but that wasn’t happenin here, not like that. So I pull out of Venice, almost kickin Albany in the face and take her chair spot.

“Lemme fuck them titties real quick.” Venice gets between my legs and wraps them tig ol bitties round me, holdin them in place. Ma had my dick CREAMY, I didn’t even notice til then, she was cummin harder than a muthafucka. Venice friend helped keep her hair back, encouraging her with some “Go girl, get that cock baby!” type of Bring It On like nonsense. This ain’t no damn pep rally, fuck is you doin? Me and Venice were in our own damn world anyway, watchin her tongue hang out to catch my tip when it poke from her cleavage made me mad. She knew what the fuck to do, and I can’t stand it! Nigga, that nut was so long and hard, it could break steel, but it painted her face like a damn masterpiece, stickin on her eyelashes and shit. What the fuck she get for makin me work so damn hard.

With all that, her friend was pretty chill by the outcome. “Damn, Venice, you weren’t lying at all. Shits real!” givin Venice a high five while I pulled my pants up and she wiped her face.

“Right? Told you! Ok guys, I have to get some rest so just see yourselves out. We should do this again!”

I just knew she wasn’t talkin to me, but she really was walkin up her steps to her room like we were her employees clockin out.

I asked her, “Aye, Venice! This how you treat guests in your house!”

“You ain’t gotta go home, Erik, but you have got to get the hell outta here before my husband gets home.” Venice said with a flick of her wrist. Bossy ass bitch!

Me and Abbreviate walk outside and I just had to ask her somethin for what just happened. “Do y’all do this a lot?”

She just shrugs. “Sometimes, but I don’t say yes to every invitation. You just sounded too promising.”

I nodded, confused as hell, but flattered. “Right. And how y’all know each other?”

“I’m a colleague. Worked on a case together and got a little closer than necessary. Been a good friend since. Take care of yourself, Erik.” She gets in her car and that was that on that.

When I head to my whip, I get a text notification. I just knew it was Venice asking me to come back or at least a thank you. But no this time it was my other situation, Genesis.

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