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amourtoken · 4 months

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as promised, here's a lil expansion on the body mod shop idea that's now a series lol

Piercer Noah x apprentice reader <3

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: same as nick there's a lil age gap between you guys (legal, don't be fucking gross), oral fixation, needles (he's a piercer ok), praise, soft dom Noah, glove kink if u squint, raw sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), much less toxic than the tattoo fic but still could technically be a toxic relationship due to the nature, nipple play, size kink if u squint harder, subspace moments

♡ to keep things relatively simple js gonna bounce off the same idea from the nicholas post. You're the shop owners daughter in this case. Noah had absolutely no problem apprenticing you, in fact he was honored because he was relatively new to the scene compared to other people at the shop and felt pretty proud that he was viewed as someone talented enough to learn from.

♡ he tries to not be an asshole, but can be kinda short if he's rlly busy and needs you multitasking. He always apologizes afterwards though if he's had an attitude with you cause he's a fucking sweetheart I need him so baD

♡ literally so fucking easy to be around, he thanks you profusely whenever you finish a task he's assigned you to and a lot of times when you're both not too busy you'll just sit and talk or joke abt things and his smile lights a bonfire in your stomach cause it's so fucking perfect.

♡ the longer you spent with him the more tense things became very quickly. It started off pretty small though. If you were standing in his way he'd gently set his hands on your hips from behind when he passed you for a moment, he started calling you little nicknames like honey, sweetheart, angel, ect. Eye contact lingered a little longer than it should've. Oh god.

♡ everything kinda came to a peak during one of your actual training days.

♡ Noah had planned on teaching you some new techniques and general anatomy things, kicking it off with watching him do a few surface piercings on clients but later in the day you got to watch him do a tongue piercing and afterwards got onto the topic of how you could never get one cause of how painful it looked. Ofc Noah went into his typical "It's not that bad, you can handle it!" Spiel.

"I'll do one free right now if you want. Just to show you it's not bad."

"C'mon, I had one for a while! It's quick."

"I promise I'll take care of you, won't hurt too bad."

♡ he was giving you the biggest puppy eyes and you couldn't say no. You weren't usually the one to be in the chair but now that you were, the nerves were getting to you. Noah was nearly bouncing around setting everything up, you were happy he was excited but the idea of a giant needle jamming through your tongue wasn't necessarily pleasant. Biting it hurts so fucking bad how does this not hurt? Was he just lying to make you feel better?

♡ once everything was set up Noah turned back to you, handing you a tiny mouthwash cup.

"Swish this. Can't clean your tongue like you do for surface piercings so this is the go to."

♡ he was basically staring at you the whole time, only breaking contact to grab some gloves. This wasn't helpful, your stomach was already in your throat so butterflies filling the expanse of your chest was a little worse than usual. Just before everything actually started, it caught on to him that you were genuinely nervous. He sat a gloved hand on your thigh to try and ease your nerves but you swore you'd pass out at the action. His hand took up most of your thigh, he was too close, your heart was already racing and him being in your space was only making it worse.

♡ you were staring up into his pretty brown eyes like a scared puppy and he could feel you nearly trembling under his hand. Were you really that nervous for a piercing? It can't be just that. You looked so pretty from this angle though...he could practically feel the heat radiating off of your body too.

♡ the hand on your thigh gave a gentle squeeze and it drew an involuntary whine from your throat. He had you fuckin hooked now, it made sense.

"Relax, I promise I'll take care of you. You trust me?"

"You trust me, sweetheart?"

♡ his free hand cupped your jaw, running his thumb across your bottom lip as he stared down at you with a half lidded expression. His presence made your brain feel fuzzy and not like any other time, this time he was drowning every sense you had and you felt like you were under an actual spell. You'd do anything for him, you trusted him. This fuzzy head space also threw out all of your typical hesitation, ready to comply to any instruction from him.

♡ the thumb on your lips turned to two of his long gloved fingers pressing down on your tongue and getting fucked down your throat. The hand on your thigh had moved up to tangle in your hair, keeping your head tilted back to give him a good view of how your pretty lips looked wrapped around his fingers and how messy you made them. He huffed a laugh when he pushed his fingers a little too far, gagging you on them before pulling them out entirely.

"If you can't handle my fingers how do you expect to handle my cock, hm?"

"so messy...look so pretty like this..."

"should've told me how you felt earlier, I could've been making you feel this good weeks ago."

"I'll let you have something else in your mouth if you say please, baby"

♡ funny how you were supposed to be getting pierced but completely skipped it to find out your mentor can send you directly into subspace with damn near no effort. Wonderful.

♡ this wasn't the only instance of you two getting into it while you're supposed to be training though. A week or so after the first time you were in his chair again, this time he came up with the excuse to talk about ripple piercing anatomy but again it ended completely different. Your head was leaned back against the uncomfortable piercing chair while he stood over you, fingers teasing and flicking at your overly sensitive nipples.

"So whiny, maybe you need my fingers down your throat again to keep you quiet."

♡ he leaned down to fucking cover your chest in love bites and hickeys, laving his tongue over your nipples when he had a chance. He loved seeing his mark on you.

♡ he really couldn't help himself you just looked so pretty and pliant for him :((( he ended up fucking you in his chair, lifting your legs over his shoulders and using your size difference to his advantage to basically fold you in half under him. He was so fucking big you couldn't help the little tears that pricked at the corners of your vision from the stretch of him.

"Awe, pretty baby...can't handle it? I'll go slow at first, promise."

"So tight for me- feels so fuckin' good"

"Pretty lil' pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it? You're all mine."

♡ Noah held a large hand over your mouth tightly while he fucked into you, trying his best to keep you quiet. He'd hate for the two of you to be found out and this whole arrangement be ruined. You yelped against his hand when he slammed into you balls deep and ground his hips against yours as he came. He stood back to watch himself drip out of you afterwards and used two fingers to fuck his cum back into you.

"Don't wanna waste any- unless you wanna suck it off my fingers."

♡ this turned into a pretty regular occurrence. You were spending 99% of your time with him, even when you weren't training you'd come in just to spend time with him or bring him snacks/energy drinks to help him during his shift. He'd spend his breaks with you in his lap, his big hands on your hips while you littered kisses across his neck and ground your hips into his. You started wearing skirts more often for easy access since you two couldn't go a day without at least a quickie between clients.

Ill write more I'm just exhausted rn and so uncreative lol I slept none yesterday but I still need this man CARNALLY.

#Nowah #noah sebastian smut

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roseharpermaxwell · 1 year

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do you have any shorter drarry fics that you would recommend to a new drarrier? under 10k and preferably explicit? thank you!!

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry.

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little!

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part One) below:

Draco Might Die by @ghaniblue. G, 515. Draco’s first day as Hogwarts’ new Charms professor was an unmitigated disaster.

This Heart on My Sleeve by @lou-isfake. M, 1.1k It’s a hopeless ordeal, all at once: I am never going to be rid of him; I am never going to have him; it is always, always going to hurt.

Nick of Time by @mosrael. M, 1.1k. Draco Malfoy is ready to sacrifice everything for the man he loves. Will he find what he's looking for in the nick of time?

Reaching out, reaching up by @softlystarstruck. M, 1.3k. Harry Potter is a good lay. Draco wishes that fact was all he had taken away from the situation.

Dicking Draco Down by @lqtraintracks. E, 1.3k. It’s not a tease. It’s all prep. It’s necessary. Harry is, to be unsubtle about it, hung.

Weakness Leaving by @p1013. E, 1.3k. He's nineteen the first time he asks Ginny to hurt him during sex, and he's a day older than that when she tells him this isn't working. He's twenty when he goes to his first kink club and finally gets what he needs.

RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS by softlystarstruck. G, 1.4k. “What’s rapture?”

“Huh?”

“What’s rapture?”

“Dunno. Why?”

“There was a sign a while back. You were messing with the radio. It said ‘RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS’. All caps.”

true things by @hogwartsfirebolt. M, 1.5k. All Draco's ever known is how to guard his heart. But Harry sneaks in, anyway. A love story.

Threshing by @academicdisasterfic. E, 1.5k. For Draco, following fate was the easy part.

I Knew You by @phoebe-delia. NR, 1.5k. A series of ficlets based on the songs "august," "cardigan" and "betty," from Taylor Swift's album folklore.

Like You a Latte by hogwartsfirebolt, @peachpety. M, 1.6k. Harry Potter has mastered the skill of creating latte art. Or so he thinks until his muse and crush—Instagram influencer Draco Malfoy—shows up at the Weasley’s caf.

Take that ride by @andithiel. T, 1.6k. It’s been three weeks, six days, 19 hours and 37 minutes since Draco fell into Harry’s bed the first time and they still haven’t talked about it.

Because You Called the Wrong Person, But He Was Into It Anyway by @gracerene. E, 1.7k. Draco has called the wrong number. Harry doesn't mind one bit.

Homebound by academicdisaster. M, 1.8k. After escaping England, Harry and Draco try to find a new home.

The Dog and The Drunk Slytherin by academicdisaster. T, 1.8k. After learning Harry wants to get a dog, Draco gets very drunk and decides to do something about it. In a very normal way.

All Hues in His Controlling by @wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Harry’s gorgeous at thirty-five, but his beauty as a young man leans closer to pretty, almost strikingly so. “Eighth Year,” Draco murmurs in wonder. “This is you in Eighth Year.” - Harry caters to Draco's very particular set of kinks when he uses magic to de-age himself.

Truth’s Day-Star by wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Draco’s stares had started off curious but soon turned arch. He sometimes plays with Harry’s hair while he does it, his body spread out in his chair like liquid silver, all long, pliant lines. Harry, meanwhile, sneaks looks like they’re forbidden. Bless him. Doesn’t he know how much I want him to look at me like that? - The world is miserable and so is Sirius. But is he really imagining all of this tension between Harry and Draco?

(you) find me when the lights go down by @beyondtheclose. T, 1.8k. Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

That life can change by @gallifrey1sburning. M, 1.9k. Maybe that’s why I started hanging out with Malfoy. Two major benefits: it pisses people off, and he doesn’t expect anything from me. We mostly just drink and lie around on the carpet listening to music. A story of two boys slowly and quietly falling together.

Game…Set…Malfoy by @nanneramma. M, 1.9k. Harry teaches Draco a new game. Draco plays dirty.

Pissing for England by @moonflower-rose. M, 2k. They're sharing a flat as part of an Auror training exercise, but if Ron can't learn to piss more quietly, they may not make it out alive.

Aching with Want by @nv-md. E, 2k. Draco loves Harry, and would do anything to make him happy. When the cold wakes Draco in the middle of the night, he gives Harry everything he wants...everything he's too scared to ask for.

Obliviously Ever After by @gloivy. M, 2k. Harry Potter isn’t gay. He just likes to shag Draco Malfoy now and again. OR: Five times Harry obliviously denies the feelings blooming between himself and Draco, and the one time he admits it.

Fixation by @dorthyanndrarry. E, 2.1k. Harry was back to staring at Draco again.

“Harry’s just fixated,” Hermione said absently, “They do that, the two of them.”

“I’m not fixated,” Harry said, frowning faintly, “I’m just… enjoying the view, sort of thing.”

“When do you get tired of the view then?” Ron asked flatly, “Beeeeen a month now, mate.”

Willing Blood by lq_traintracks and @the-starryknight. E, 2k. Seven days together, years ago; seventy-four hours and thirty-eight minutes trapped in this house alone; and now one chance to stop himself from draining Potter dry. Will Draco take it? Will Harry let him?

Truth be told by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 2.3k. Playing Truth or Dare with the Slytherins had been a terrible idea. Being pinned against a wall by Malfoy while still on bloody Veritaserum was... well, hot as hell, and more than Harry thought he'd ever get, to be perfectly honest.

Drive, Draco by @Erebeus-roxy. M, 2.4k MCD. I got my driver license today, but you're not around to see.

You Can Make My Night by @devilrising. M, 2.4k. Draco has never been to a place like this; an underground, queer speakeasy. There are men everywhere, dancing, drinking, talking. He can't believe he gets to be a part of this.

Or: how Draco Malfoy meets Harry Potter in a bar in the 1920s

Rocking Rodeo by @coffeedrgn87. E, 2.5k. Draco loves the rocking rodeo...what else is there to say?

In a Jam by peachpety. T, 2.6k. When the boys go blackberrying at Michaelmas, Draco discovers that magic and berries don’t mix, and all Harry wants is to snog him. If only Ron would let him.

Just Talking by @cavendishbutterfly. T, 2.6k. Harry's been trying and failing to talk to Draco for ages. It's hard, since he fancies him. It's easier to text about it. Even when he's right across the table at pub night. Who knows? If Harry's funny enough, maybe someday Draco will like him back.

Unspoken Affection by @janieohio. E, 2.6k "Sometimes, when you smile, I swear I hear music, then I realise it’s just the beat of my heart in my ears...Come back so I can dance."

Harry finds a stack of post-its, and what starts as simply leaving Draco a reminder with a bit of romance turns into a lifetime of memories.

Fledgling by @tackytigerfic. G, 2.7k. Two young dads meet at a farmers market. They exchange parenting tips, longing looks, and root vegetables.

Feral by @drarrily-we-row-along. M, 2.8k. Of the two of them, people would say Draco was the scary one; he knew categorically more jinxes and hexes, and he was absolutely ruthless. Harry tended to hold back a bit, he chose spells that wouldn't permanently injure.

But in this moment, after Harry had covered Draco with the shield, Harry went absolutely feral.

At wand point by tenthousandyears. E, 2.8k. Harry should not be so turned on by being held at wand point by Draco Malfoy... yet here he is.

proven lands by @oknowkiss. E, 2.8k. The thing about circles is, they always end at the start. OR: A story about falling in love at the end of the Earth. (told in 31 microfics -- this is the "director's cut")

And the music plays bitter, plays sweet by Andithiel. M, 2.9k. He doesn’t know why he does this to her, why he can’t leave Draco Malfoy be. After the first time he promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. For a long time it didn’t. But Draco had become an itch he needed to scratch; the memory of him rutting against Harry all consuming, making him lose focus, making him want another taste. And another. And another. Until all he could taste was Draco, on his tongue, on his skin, all around him, ever present. Never leaving.

Life has a firm grip by @shealwaysreads. M, 2.9k. Harry and Draco don’t get older, but they do get wiser. (Vampire!Draco, Master of Death Harry)

takes one to know one by hogwartsfirebolt. M, 2.9k. I watched him go through many. Months after our groups merged, after I was forced to think of him when I thought of the word “friends”, I became used to it. I learned his moves, learned what desire looked like on his face.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai. T, 2.9k. The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

like the sun came out by academicdisaster. E, 3k. Harry realises that Draco loves him, and it's like waking up.

the shape of memory by hogwartsfirebolt. T, 3k. Harry's brush with death has left consequences. Thankfully, Draco is there to help him navigate the uncertain waters of his mind.

Mens Rea by lq_traintracks. E, 3.1k. Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed.

“Draco Malfoy, how do you plead?”

I’m super fucking guilty.

Together Like This by shealwaysreads. E, 3.1k. Draco attempts to prove to himself that he doesn’t deserve what he wants. Harry proves him wrong.

drape me in your warmth by softlystarstruck. M, 3.1k. Malfoy, even quiet as he is now, is the only thing that manages to shine through the fog of Harry's mind.

Nothing Compares by @maesterchill. T, 3.1k. Working in the International Auror division doesn't exactly lend itself to Harry finding love or having any sort of relationship, what with all the unsociable hours and catching bad guys and never being in one location for more than a few days. Not to mention the permanent fixture of his partner, Malfoy.

So, how does a song about lost love end up being the thing that helps Harry find love, in the location he least expected it?

Waited for This by @phdmama. E, 3.1k. Malfoy’s been working out, Harry ruminates, as he stands by the kitchen sink and drinks his first coffee of the day in preparation to go open the cafe. Probably doing his squats. Harry should ask him about his routine. Except then Malfoy might think Harry has been staring at his ass. Which he definitely has not been. It’s just… hard to miss when Malfoy is bent over the display case unloading his muffins and mini pies and cookies and whatnot.

Harry is only drooling over the croissants, not Malfoy and his posterior. And biceps. And eyes.

I Fall On Grass by tackytiger. T, 3.1k. Harry loves his garden, and he loves his sons, and he also loves— Well, he definitely feels something for Draco, who is currently distractingly topless under a pear tree. The language of flowers isn't much good when it comes to big declarations, though; Harry needs to find the words to tell Draco just exactly what he's been feeling all these years.

Market Saturdays by @iota. M, 3.2k. In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

I Swear I'll Keep You With Me by @dodgerkedavra. E, 3.2k. Harry Potter doesn't mean to drop the Snitch in Malfoy Manor. In order to get it back, he makes an Unbreakable Vow to keep Draco Malfoy with him. It's the chandelier's fault, really.

emerald and lace by icarusinflight. E, 3.3k. They're expensive and elegant - like Draco - and Harry just wants to touch them. He gets to.

Salt and Sauce by @onbeinganangel. T, 3.3k. Sure, of course he knows how you take your tea. But does he know your chippy order?

Enjoy the Silence by shealwaysreads. M, 3.4k. Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

Even the Night by tackytiger. M, 3.4k. I'm so bad at this. Two boys meet on a rooftop. Read and find out more. Featuring lots of cigarettes, a Midsummer sky, close encounters in a bath, and plenty of fireworks.

Countdown to a Life by tackytiger, E, 3.4k. A balcony, first kisses, December to December. A little story of building up a life together.

Half Awake by academicdisaster. E, 3.4k. Talking is hard, and kissing is easier. And so is everything that comes after kissing.

A Shorts Story About Love by onereader. E, 3.4k. House-sharing with Slytherins, student life, magic weed, and short shorts. Harry's life at university might be strange, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Continued in Part Two!

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soft-persephone · 9 months

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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)

Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader

I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.

AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!

MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist

Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.

That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.

Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.

Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.

“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.

“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.

“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”

You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”

The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.

They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.

“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.

“They’re house pants!”

“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”

He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.

Excitement aside.

He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.

He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.

You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.

He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.

Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.

Or at least tied to.

God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.

On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

Hell, even at this moment.

You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.

He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.

He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.

You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.

Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?

You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.

“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.

“Nick?”

“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.

Solid cover dumbass.

He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.

“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”

“N…no.”

Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?

“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”

You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.

His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.

He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.

“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.

You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.

“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”

Oh fuck…

You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”

“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”

“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.

He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.

No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.

While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.

But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.

You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.

If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.

You just needed some fucking time!

Nick found a documentary about gorillas.

Nice!

As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.

He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.

Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.

Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.

But it was making it worse for you.

You could hardly concentrate.

After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.

The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.

He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.

It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.

“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”

You snapped around to face him with a glare.

Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.

Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.

“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”

Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.

Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.

Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.

Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.

Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.

You both were so fucked.

A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.

Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.

You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.

Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.

Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.

Thank, God!

You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.

You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.

Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.

Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.

“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”

You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.

The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made

The door clicked and you both froze.

“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.

Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.

“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.

You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.

“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”

“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”

“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.

Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.

He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.

“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”

“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.

“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”

“Bu—“

“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.

He was really mad at you. . .

“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”

“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.

Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.

“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.

You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.

You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.

“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.

“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.

You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.

Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.

“Your doing so good baby.”

His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.

His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.

“Touch me” You moaned softly.

He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.

“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.

“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”

His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.

He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.

“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.

You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”

“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.

“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”

His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.

He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.

“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.

The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.

Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.

“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.

“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”

He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.

He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.

“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.

“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”

It was what you two did.

When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.

You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.

“Well you're a natural.”

“Nick we gotta—“

“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”

“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”

He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.

“I'm not done with you yet.”

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It's Tasty Tuesday! Who Wants a Sample...

A weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of August 26th 😈

Moonlight & Fang Ch. 5 (The Rogue): Alpha!Ari Levison x x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Bittersweet (Part I): POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

LUNATIC III: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised.

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

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“You’re a needy little one tonight.” He grits out. “Remember to stay quiet Peach. Wouldn't want to alert the neighbors now, would we?”

I have no chance of responding as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Gripping my waist tight, he sets a hardy pace. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as his weight pushes me down against the leather and metal beneath me.

He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

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Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.

The smile that graced my face this morning when I received the text from Walt letting me know he closed the case and to come over for our usual post case dinner and decompression; was megawatt status. This case really took over his life. Even more so than usual. I barely heard a word from him for two weeks.

Receiving that text, knowing he was okay and that I would be seeing him, was a breath of fresh air.

I arrived to his house and let myself in.

It was eerily silent. I thought that maybe I beat Walt home. That is until I stumbled upon his sulking frame on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinets. A highball of whiskey clutched tight in his fingers.

“Walt, is everything okay?” I lower myself to the ground to get closer to him. Uncaring of the dress that took me hours to decide on.

“She didn’t survive.” He mumbles out.

“Who?”

“The wife.” He deadpans. “It was a home invasion. They did horrible things to this woman in front of her husband who fought back with everything he had. They both ended up in the hospital. Beds next to each other. Something went wrong. A bleed they didn’t catch, and she lost her life. He had to watch her die and could do nothing about it.”

“Oh, puppy. I’m so sorry. That poor man. Did you get the assholes responsible?”

“Yeah. Young idiots trying to make a name for themselves.”

“Good. Now justice can be served. So what has you so upset?”

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “The husband looked so hollow when I came to tell him we caught the ones responsible for his wife’s death. I’ve seen some horrible things but nothing that will haunt me as much as that look on his face did. It reminded me of what I have to lose. I don’t know why you even put up with me and all the shit I put you through, but I can’t lose you baby. I can’t.” He confesses with tears in his eyes.

On instinct I climb into his lap and begin kissing them away until I land on his downturned lips. Where I place the softest of kisses. Barely a graze.

He sets his whiskey down and places his hand loosely around my throat as he pulls me in for a deeper one.

It quickly turns desperate. His jeans are quickly unzipped, and my underwear are pushed to the side. Simultaneous groans ricochet off the walls as our pelvis’ connect and we being to grind in tortuous pleasure. Succumbing to the need to reenforce our bond to each other.

It’s both loving and painful. Raw and unfiltered. An emotional mess of our demons dancing together before we chase them away to their dark depths once more.

“I love you.” I pant out. “Demons and all.”

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“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.”

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds.

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.”

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?”

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

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jacobcustosapologist · 1 year

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Smut: ❤️‍🔥

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Headcanons: 💚

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https://www.tumblr.com/kitkatsca binet/688955419475001344/hi-can-i-request-some-hcs-on-what-the-counselors

-Jacob/Kaitlyn/Max x tall reader 💚🩷 (any reader)

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-I’ll Hold You 🩷💜 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/untilwedont/721080732115746816/ill-hold-you

-dating Jacob 🩷💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/grievedeeply/688431889769463808/jacob-dating-hcs-my-boy-needs-some-more-love

-Quarry boys and aftercare ❤️‍🔥💚🩷 (any reader

https://www.tumblr.com/montysstuffs/691307644150038528/the-boys-and-their-aftercare

-Bro [Passionately] (late night cuddling) 🩷 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/jacobsbigmelons/716317044415643648/if-you-dont-mind-and-dont-find-it-too-silly

-Locker Room ❤️‍🔥💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/radical-ghostface/695755322257768448/one-again-thinking-of-jacob-fucking-his-partner

-NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/plastikun/689090823247347712/jacob-custos-nsfw-alphabet-begging

-First kiss HCs with the counselors 🩷💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/alisblackgf/688677601941831680/hey-i-dont-know-your-policy-on-requesting-but

-Cuddling with the counselors 🩷💚 (written for any reader, female reader gifs)

https://www.tumblr.com/luvliewriting/689637294446084096/cuddles-with-quarry

-Bottom Jacob x Top reader in cabin ❤️‍🔥 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/fanfictresury/719781982985486336/1700-words-semi-public-sex-slight-subdom

-Drunken Fools ❤️‍🔥 (male reader)

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https://www.tumblr.com/jacobsbigmelons/715998014628610048/drunken-fools

-Going on a date with the counselors 🩷💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/anxiouswritingbitch/698391660236783616/a-few-x-reader-headcanons-for-the-camp-counselors

-First Kiss with the counselors 💚🩷 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/luvliewriting/688992808818851840/first-kiss-headcannons

-Please ❤️‍🔥 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/m0chaminx/697325798625017856/kinktober-day-six-please

-Unexpected Fascination ❤️‍🔥 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/jacobsbigmelons/720086865711071232/tit-job-with-jacobbut-like-reader-is-obsessed

-Bi Awakening 💚🩷 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/thefanficmonster/700438116683661312/hey-i-have-a-request-could-you-write-something

-Christmas Time 🩷 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/biggestxsimps/702685088225329152/mucking-around

-Tying up and milking Jacob ❤️‍🔥 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/love-toxin/688608237546831872/cant-stop-thinking-about-tying-jacob-up-and

-Giving Quarry Boys a BJ ❤️‍🔥💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/luvliewriting/689825623107043328

-Nipple/Pec Play ❤️‍🔥 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/love-toxin/688727630718107648/takes-megaphone-okay-but-just-imagine-being-on

-All Tied Up ❤️‍🔥 (male reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/jacobsbigmelons/720049443914825728/jacob-and-a-male-reader-trying-out-bondage

-Hugging Jacob 🩷💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/tangirlisfangirl/687889231871426560/unless-they-have-a-particular-diet-or-put-a-lot-of

-Keep Quiet ❤️‍🔥💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/montysstuffs/691744451013541888/im-sorry-but-ever-since-your-the-boys-and-their

-Another NSFW Alphabet ❤️‍🔥💚 (any reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/radical-ghostface/694749698914975744/not-me-instantly-requesting-the-nsfw-alphabet-for

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 219. brb x oc

a/n: no rooster in this one but for a good reason (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She missed the Hard Deck, truly, she really missed this place. She runs her palms over the wood, nicked because of drunk patrons or just her and Shells carrying heavy stuff inside only for Penny to sigh when she notices it. In reality, she knew her maternity leave was still going, but she’d love to return.

Maybe that’s why Penny asked her to come right?

To return?

Not that she’d mind waiting a bit longer, but her mind needed a bit of a break from the constant fear and anxiety that climbed up her brain like a spider monkey ready for a bite…weirdly specific. She left Nikki with Michael - ‘I’m going to take her bank robbing’ ‘Michael,no’- while she came over, hopefully it wouldn’t be long, Mike had no work and Hannah was going to show up later to check on him so her daughter was safe.

Beatrice looked up at the door, blinking when she noticed a camera looking down at her, the whirring of the zoom hitting her ears before it turned away. Beatrice then walked inside, inhaling the smell of known lemon scented products hitting her nose, she remember how that smell used to burn her nose when she started, “Hello?” she calls, placing her bag on one of the seats as she walks further.

She could hear the ice machine on the back,followed by a quiet - yet known - curse, “Shells?’ she calls, looking in the direction the voice came from, “You here?”

“Yeah!” her friend replied, “Can you help me with this? This ice machine is making me regret ever ordering it.”

She couldn’t lift heavy stuff and she voiced it to Shells, only for her friend to reply, “It’s nothing like that! Come on! Rooster won’t kill me because of it.” and so she went. There were new glasses on the shelves, new mugs - undoubtedly some were broken in her absence - and a brand new keg in the back. One she couldn’t help but admire it.

But as Beatrice approached the location where the ice machine was, she just stared at the thing…it was open, very open and Shells was crouched next to it, “...hi…” she points to it, “Are you…fixing it?”

Shells, crouched beside the open ice machine, looked up from her task when she heard Beatrice's voice. Her eyes widened in mild surprise, and a bright smile crossed her face. She wiped her hands on a nearby rag before standing up.

"Hey, you made it!" Shells exclaimed, her tone a mixture of genuine pleasure and slight relief. "Yeah, I'm trying to fix this contraption," she gestured to the open ice machine with a chuckle. "I mean, I didn't want to bother you, but I've been wrestling with it for a while now, and I thought maybe your expert eye could spot what's wrong."

“My…expert eye?’

“I also wanted to gossip,come on.”

Beatrice couldn't help but laugh at Shells' admission. She approached the ice machine, her hands instinctively moving to her hips, "I’m not the best at this,Shells,I’m not sure what I’m looking at.," Beatrice said, her tone lighthearted. She bent down to peer into the machine, her fingers tracing over the exposed components. “In fact,I don’t even know why you called me when Penny could do it.”

Shells made a noise through her nose, lying down on the floor to unscrew something out of Beatrice’s sight, "Well," Shells began, her voice slightly muffled as she worked, "Penny's great with tech stuff, but she's been busy with some security upgrades around here. Plus, I want your company."

As Shells continued to tinker with the ice machine, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her. The familiar scent of the bar, the sound of Shells cursing playfully, and the sight of the Hard Deck's interior all brought back memories of her time here.

"So, how's everything been going?" Beatrice asked, her tone casual. "While I've been... away."

Shells glanced over at Beatrice as she continued her work. "Oh, you know, the usual. We've had some rowdy patrons, a few broken glasses, and one memorable night when someone decided to try their hand at bartending, aunt Penny tossed him out. Let's just say it was an adventure."

Beatrice chuckled at the mental image of Rooster behind the bar. "I can only imagine. And what about you, Shells? How have you been holding up?"

Shells paused in her work, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Honestly, it's been a bit different without you around," she admitted. "But we've managed. Penny's been a huge help, and Jessie too but…It's not the same, though."

Beatrice smiled warmly, touched by Shells' words. "I've missed all of you too," she confessed. "But you know,” she shrugs, “I can’t come back so soon.”

“Yeah,I know.”

‘I thought Penny wanted to talk to me too?”

Shells made a face, then let out a ‘oh!’ “Yeah,something about,” and she tugs a wire from the outside, holds it in front of her eyes and mutters ‘eh,we won’t need it’ before tossing it away, “About something she saw? Not sure,she didn’t tell me.”

“Something she saw?’

“Yeah,’ she gestures around the bar, “I’m sure you noticed the amount of new cameras we got all over, aunt Penny is getting…a bit paran-well, not paranoid. I think she’s being careful, more than normal. Those corpo guys really fucked her mind up.”

"Yeah, I saw them," Beatrice said, her expression thoughtful. "I guess it makes sense, especially with everything that happened. But if Penny wants to talk to me about it, I'm all ears."

Shells nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think she just wants to fill you in on what's been going on, get your perspective maybe." she shrugs, “Dunno.”

Beatrice considered this for a moment. She knew that her time away had created a gap in her knowledge about the bar's operations and the current state of affairs. It might be a good opportunity to catch up and see how she could help, even if she wasn't quite ready to return to work full-time.

Or how she could help in any way.

"Alright, I'll talk to Penny when I get the chance," Beatrice said with a determined nod. "In the meantime, let's see if we can figure out what's wrong with this ice machine. Two heads are better than one, right?"

Shells grinned. "Absolutely. And if all else fails, we can always call in the professionals."

Beatrice chuckled. "You mean Penny?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As Beatrice and Shells continued to work on the ice machine, the sounds of laughter and camaraderie filled the Hard Deck once more. It felt good to be back, even if it was just for a visit, and Beatrice couldn't help but feel a deep happiness in being around the same surroundings as before.

She sits on one of the chairs and helps Shells by handing her over tools while watching - ‘you are not going to lie down or do anything, just stay put will you?- hands on her knees and head tilted as she paid attention to what was going on, “So, besides that, how’s your life?’

“Wha?”

“You know, your life,” she smiles, “With Bob, how are you two?”

Shells whole demeanor appeared to change, which was odd because she never seemed nervous talking about Bob, “Well,” she laughs nervously, “He uh, mentioned kids a few weeks back?”

“Oh?”

“Yep.” Shells mutters, “I told him that,well,kids aren’t in my schedule right now and honestly I thought he felt the same way about it. Then we uh…had a bit of an argument? And now I’m just, staying with Penny for a little bit.” considering how much Shells loved Bob it was surprising how she wasn’t just breaking down and crying.

Even more surprising was that she didn’t call Bea! She parted her lips, “Shells! Why didn’t you tell me??”

Shells, still focused on the ice machine, sighed. "I didn't want to bother you with my problems, Bea. You've got enough on your plate with Nikki and the twins and everything else."

Beatrice reached out and gently placed a hand on Shells' shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Shells, you're not bothering me. We're friends, remember? I want to know what's going on in your life, especially when it comes to something as important as this."

Shells finally turned to look at Beatrice, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness. "I know, but I didn't want to add to your worries. And honestly, I didn't know what to do. I care about Bob a lot, but I'm not ready for kids, not yet."

Beatrice nodded in understanding. "It's okay to have different priorities and timelines," she said gently. "You and Bob just need to have an honest conversation about what you both want and where you see your future together."

Shells nodded, her shoulders sagging with relief. "I know you're right.I know that…we just,didn’t come to a consensus, per se.” she flexes she fingers, “Also…it’s kinda weird being the one friend without kids, yknow? I mean,I love being the crazy aunt, don’t get me wrong, but…I mean,holy fuck, it’s weird.”

“Oh,ah,” well, she didn’t know how to reply to that, “Well I–”

"Nah,Bea,” Shells waves her hand, ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll resolve this one way or another.”

Beatrice nodded, understanding the complexities of the situation. "I get what you mean, Shells. It's a big decision, and it can feel like you're swimming against the tide when everyone around you is on a different path.”

“That’s kinda deep,huh?”

“ But you're right; you and Bob will find your way through this together. And don't worry about being the 'crazy aunt.' You're an amazing friend, and you've got plenty of time to figure out what's right for you."

Shells offered a small but genuine smile. "Thanks, Bea. Your support means a lot to me. And I know you've got your own challenges to deal with right now, so I didn't want to burden you."

Beatrice squeezed Shells' shoulder again. "You're never a burden, Shells. And besides, catching up with you and helping with this ice machine is a welcome break from my own worries."

Shells chuckled. "Fair enough. It's good to have you back, even if it's just for a little while."

"It's good to be back," Beatrice replied with a smile. "And who knows, maybe I'll be able to come around more often soon.”

“Really?”

“Well,” she sighs, her shoulders dropping, “I’m not sure…I want the twins to come home, you know?”

“...right…how are you and Rooster dealing with it?”

Beatrice purses her lips, “Well…” she smiles, ‘He’s just…amazing, you know?”

Shells looked at Beatrice with an knowing smile. "I can imagine he is.” she leans down to pick something from the ground, “You two are gross.”

Beatrice nodded, her eyes distant for a moment as she thought about Rooster. "He's been there for me through everything, especially during the pregnancy. It hasn't been easy, but he's made it a lot more manageable."

"That's love, Bea," Shells said softly. "Real love." and she sounded serious.

Beatrice's smile grew warm and affectionate. "Yeah, it is. I'm really lucky to have him in my life. And he's been amazing with Nikki and the twins. They adore their dad."

Shells chuckled. "Well, of course they do. He's a great guy. And you're a fantastic mom, Bea. You're doing an incredible job."

Beatrice's expression turned slightly wistful. "Thanks, Shells. It means a lot to hear that.”

“And,don’t forget I helped,” she points it out, “If it wasn’t for me and aunt Penny, you two would stay ages pining for each other.” she pauses, “Wanna know when I noticed he liked you?”

“...well...yes.”

She was bored, she took her time to drink some water when she was outside the Hard Deck. Beatrice was doing good, she’s been with them with a few months and she managed to get the hang of it.

“Shells.”

She sips her water, nodding at the tall pilot, “Rooster.”

“Are they inside?”

“Yep, they never miss it do they?” she teases, nodding towards the bar, ‘Go on, my aunt is going to see you in a bit.”

Rooster nods, about to go in - his hand is on the door- but he stops and he’s looking at something, better yet, someone inside. Shells noticed his pause, then slowly turned to see where his gaze landed and she slowly lowered her bottle.

Was he looking at Bea?

Oh, ohohohohoho!!!

Shells looked like the cat that just found out the cream was chilled and had pieces of fruit in it, because her gaze moved from Rooster to Bea and vice versa, only to stop at Rooster. He was a statue, a living statue, his jaw was clenched a bit and even if his eyes were hidden by the caravans, it was still obvious where he was staring.

She clears her throat once, nothing, then twice, still nothing, only when she coughs right by his side is that the pilot moves - jumps,more likely. He gives her a confused stare and she smirks ,”Well,aren’t you going inside?”

Rooster blinked rapidly, as if snapping out of a trance, and cleared his throat nervously. "Yeah, yeah, of course," he stammered, taking a step back from the door as if he had been caught in the act of something he shouldn't be doing.

Shells couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. It was clear as day that Rooster had been caught staring at Beatrice, and she was going to make sure he knew it. "You know, Rooster, you can go inside. I won't tell Bea that you were checking her out."

Rooster's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I wasn't... I mean, I was just... um..."

Shells grinned mischievously, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Uh-huh. Go on,Chanticleer, go on.”

Rooster's embarrassment seemed to increase, but he managed a nod and a faint smile. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Shells."

With that, Rooster finally entered the Hard Deck, leaving Shells outside with her victorious grin. She couldn't resist a little teasing now and then, and now…now she had something to work with.

“Ohhh,” she rubs her hands like a villain, “This will be great.”

“Wait.”

“Hm?’

Beatrice holds her hand, “Wait, when was that??”

“Like,what, three,four months before you two actually talked?” she shrugged, licking her lips as she sits up,smirking at Beatrice’s face,”You knew he looked at you then,Bea, why are you so surprised?”

"Three or four months? Seriously,?"

Shells shrugged nonchalantly, her smirk still firmly in place. "Well, I did tell you about some stuff but you didn’t want to hear it back then.."

Beatrice shook her head in mock exasperation. "Well,fine, you are right…I didn’t see it. I didn’t want to see he was looking or noticing me.”

Shells grinned. "Oh, he noticed you, alright. Couldn't take his eyes off you, in fact."

Beatrice chuckled, feeling a warm, happy glow inside. "Well, I'm glad he did. Otherwise, we might have missed out on something really special."

Shells nodded in agreement. "You two are a perfect match, no doubt about it. And it's about time you got some happiness in your life, Bea."

Beatrice smiled at her friend, feeling grateful for the support and love she had received from Shells and everyone else at the Hard Deck. "I couldn't have done it without all of you. You've been like family to me."

Shells leaned in and gave Beatrice a one-armed hug. "That's because you are family, Bea. And we're here for you, no matter what."

While the conversation was really sweet and thoughtful, it was Penny’s heavy footsteps that broke it, when she stood by the bar and saw the two her smile - while still present - was strained, ‘Girls,” she begins, clapping her hands together, “...can we talk in the office? Really quickly?”

“Wait,”Shells begins, “Us? Both of us?”

Penny inhales shakily, “...yeah, both of you.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Kinktober Master list

Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)

Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)

Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)

Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)

Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)

Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)

Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)

Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)

Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)

Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)

Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)

Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)

Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)

Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC

Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)

Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)

Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)

Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)

Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)

Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)

Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)

Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)

Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)

Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)

Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)

Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)

Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)

Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)

Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)

Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)

Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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hi friends! this is my first year partaking in this sexy and spooky challenge, and i'm so very excited to share with you all!!

please remember that all my work is 18+, but that is especially true for this, so all minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

i will be doing a taglist for this challenge, but you can also follow @theafterglowlibrary and turn on notifications to get updated 🤍

this challenge will not be every day like some others, nor will i have a set date for each fic. i'm very excited for this but also trying to not put pressure on myself <3

i also want to give a special thanks to @treatbuckywkisses bc i never could have done this without her

♡* somnophilia with steve harrington

♡* size kink with bucky barnes

♡* voyeurism with stucky

♡* hate sex with matt murdock

♡* dirty talk with steve rogers

♡* breeding kink with nick fowler

♡* sex pollen with tfatws!bucky barnes

♡* cockwarming with andy barber

♡* car sex with steve harrington

♡* biting kink with steve rogers

♡* mutual masturbation with wanda maximoff

♡* public sex with carter baizen

♡* corruption kink with dbf!ari levinson

♡* praise kink with bucky barnes

♡* oral fixation with steve harrington

tagging some friends to signal boost but no pressure at all!

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cyberrat · 6 months

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82nd Batch Of Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – hurt/comfort; body inspection – Hanzo letting himself relax and enjoy another Alpha's body.

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He needs to touch. So he does it. While Cole’s mouth is still hanging open, Hanzo sticks his fingers in there, pressing down against the tip of one of the smaller lower canines just so he wouldn’t snap his jaw shut and bite him.

Cassidy’s eyes fly open when he feels it. He grunts softly, confused, glancing up toward Hanzo. He does not look like he has any idea what this is supposed to be. Hanzo feels the same.

He swallows thickly and pretends like this is something normal people do, as he lets his fingers slide along the row of Cassidy’s lower teeth, noting that one of them is missing.

When Cassidy’s tongue moves forward, lightly touching him as if out of pure instinct, Hanzo pinches the tip between his fingers and holds it. His ears feel… really warm.

He’s seen this Alpha in so many degrading positions, but this for some reason feels more intimate than anything else.

Cole grunts again softly. There is something in his eyes that looks… guarded. Worried. It is a rather vulnerable position to be in. Hanzo slowly touches Cassidy’s tongue, feeling how soft and warm it is; just a nice, wet cushion. One that he let his cock rest against on a few occasions already.

The longer he just pets him, playing with his tongue, the more Cassidy seems to relax. He slowly puts the weight of his head on Hanzo’s thigh, letting him play with whatever he wants to.

When he is more relaxed, Hanzo twists his hand and finally touches what he’s really been wanting to examine: those big, sharp looking fangs.

Now that he’s staring at them, he can’t believe that he let Cassidy suck his dick. Or that he knotted his damn mouth. Just a little wrong move from the old Alpha and the damage he would’ve done would have been… immense.

He pinches them between his fingers to feel how firmly they are in place, then slides his fingertip across the sharpest point. They are, in fact, so razor sharp that he can feel how he nicks his skin on them.

Hanzo hisses softly and pulls his hand back. They both look as a lazy drop of blood wells up from his finger. Cassidy reaches for Hanzo’s wrist and pulls his hand back, curling his lips around the fingertip and laving his tongue against the little wound.

As Cassidy is still suckling on his finger and the world has somehow shrunken down to the size of the bed they’re in, Hanzo finds himself just saying what is on his mind: “Why do you not defend yourself? Why do you keep staying in your lane?”

Cassidy’s gentle brown eyes flick up to him, bushy brows twitching into half a frown before relaxing again. He lets Hanzo’s finger slip out of his mouth.

“Pretty little privileged boys don’t get it,” he drawls. It does not sound as condescending or combative as it should have been. “Life’s tough.”

That’s all he says as an explanation. Nothing more. And Hanzo… doesn’t feel brave enough to ask for a clarification. He looks to the side, quietly stewing on those few words while Cassidy gets himself situated with a low, satisfied groan. He’s hugging Hanzo’s leg to his chest, curled up and comfortable looking.

And Hanzo, because he’s apparently a glutton for punishment tonight, just keeps on touching him. He simply can not stop it. Now that he’s somewhat satisfied his curiosity about Cole’s teeth, he starts to put his hand on his naked back, fingers seeking out the scars he had been able to see the other night.

He slides lower and lower, following the hard line of the other Alpha’s spine down to the small of his back where he can feel his ample body hair starting up again. The skin beneath is a little moist. Hanzo couldn’t say whether that is from his shower or something that got him sweating again.

He looks down at Cassidy. The old Alpha’s eyes are open, but he’s not looking up at Hanzo. He’s not looking at anything in particular, from what it looks like. He’s just got his head pillowed on Hanzo’s thigh and lets him do whatever the fuck he wants; just like he did earlier, letting him stick his fingers in his mouth…

“You’d let me do anything I want to you,” Hanzo murmurs out loud. He can’t deny that he likes the thought. Of having this powerful Alpha at his beck-and-call like this.

Cole neither stiffens, nor seems uncomfortable. He just hums softly in confirmation.

“Even if I wanted to…” Hanzo trails off, fingers moving lower and dipping into the crack of Cassidy’s hairy cheeks. It surprises him somehow how interested he is in his hole. He vaguely remembers being disgusted at the thought of touching it back in the hotel closet. He should be doubly so now, knowing how Cassidy spent his night, but…

“Sure,” Cole grunts. He shifts a little, pushing his upper knee over Hanzo’s legs and opening himself up for whatever he’d like to do. “Go for it.”

Hanzo feels warmth pooling low in his stomach, his heart beating faster. “Why, though?”

Cassidy sighs softly, though it does not sound all too exasperated. He pats Hanzo’s other thigh, his hand big and warm and heavy. “I know how ya are. Young Alphas, I mean. All so curious an’ nobody there to satisfy that curiosity. I don’t mind lettin’ you explore a little. Find out what ye’re comfortable with. What ya like.”

Hanzo feels the warmth from his belly crawling up into his cheeks. He turns his head away from the light source of his laptop so Cassidy wouldn’t see him flushing.

What he likes, apparently, is Cassidy acknowledging their age difference. Him patiently, calmly, without a speck of self-consciousness telling Hanzo that he can do whatever the fuck he wants and not needing to expect any ridicule in return.

Hanzo exhales. He puts his free hand on Cassidy’s head, fingers moving into his hair; not quite carding through it – it’s too tangled for that – but rubbing at his scalp while he lets his other hand creep further down the Alpha’s ass crack until his fingers touch his hole.

He can hear Cassidy softly exhaling. It’s not quite a gasp, but… a sigh, maybe.

Hanzo swallows thickly, fingertips brushing across the opening. The rim feels swollen and easily spreads for him as he tries to dip a fingertip inside Cole’s body. His ears grow warm, and his cock starts to feel heavy, swollen with interest, though he is not in the mood to get off at this moment.

What he is in the mood for is to explore Cassidy. Maybe… maybe get him off. Let him have an orgasm… just like that. If Hanzo can manage that.

Cassidy is breathing nice and deep. He turns his head a little, nose brushing against Hanzo’s fly; scenting his erection. Letting him know that he noticed his excitement.

He doesn’t try to open his pants, though, and Hanzo does not tell him to. Tonight is going to be… different.

#cyberratting writes stuff #hanzo/cassidy #body inspection

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chaotic-nick · 3 months

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New Ink: Miche Zacharias

a/n: yay another one written from my phone! I'm trying to end doom scrolling one drabble/mini fic at a time, and of course it's somewhat plucked from my life [if only I had an irl Miche by my side]

modern au, tattoo artist au - unedited

"I think ..." [Y/n] hugged her knees to her shoulders, watching Miche work on Erwin's car. That alone made him stop and look at her.

"Shit, you do that?"

She feigned a sigh, "Fine then, I'm never telling you anything."

A chuckle as Miche began wiping his hands, eyes inspecting the car. "I'm listening." Patiently. Always. And excited.

"Well, maybe it's too far to say it, but this month I haven't missed him. I think I'm successful moving on."

"That's good," crouching down, the anger he felt when she broke down crying in Erwin's living room made itself known. again. "It really is like that."

"I mean you guys help, too. Maybe I should get a tattoo ...."

"It's nice having you around, (Y/n)." He motioned at the keys on the table beside her, "I mean, you can help me start the car, too."

— Showered and dressed, Miche offered that he drive her around in Erwin's fixed car. Nothing more than a test drive, as Miche said. And in turn he'd listen to her blabber on.

This time about the tattoos she got, perfectly concealed under her clothes. "I mean, if you look at it, it's quite sad."

At the stop light, he dared look at her side, features perfectly illuminated by the afternoon sun. "Hmm? The matching tattoos part or?"

"OH no no no, the matching tattoos, I don't regret. I even forget I have it," she met his eyes, a pout, "He was one of the people who knew me before I had tattoos."

"A pleasure I'll never have," fatigue pulled honesty from him. "I'll bet all my worth and assume you were a wild one before getting inked."

"Oh my god, Miche."

"I've seen enough clients," he turned the car to drive to a familiar street. "It's the ink that makes them behave."

Parked in front of his studio, he looked at (Y/n) who's caught on. "How about you celebrate?"

Mouth agape, she looked at him, pursing her lips in concern, "I'm sorry, Miche, it's not in this month's budget and—"

He dared cup her face, "Woah woah, I'm not letting you pay anything, angel."

"I—" she looked between him and the tattoo shop, and then slumping down in her seat, "Alright, Miche. I'm putting my life on your chair."

"Thank you, Angel."

— "You're awfully happy," Zeke sneered when the two of them joined at the restaurant's table. "You two pulled shit somewhere?"

Smiling, (Y/n) rolled the sleeve of her left arm up, "Look! Miche drew me a flower band."

"HA?" Miche, tired from today's events yet content, acknowledged everyone's shocked stares at him.

Hange, who always teased him of his crush on their friend, now at a loss for words.

Levi only prayed that their would be displays of affection wouldn't come so soon.

Erwin and Zeke, his roommates, only shot him a look full of warning. Both hoping that he's serious with ... you.

All while (Y/n) looked lovingly at her new tattoo. One that Miche drew for her months ago, and hoped he could give her one day. "I can't stop looking at it, it's so pretty."

"It's not going anywhere," he chuckled. "But I'm glad, (Y/n)."

#nicks bite sized fics #nick writes fics #mike zakarius x reader #miche zacharias x reader #snk miche #snk mike #miche aot #aot miche #aot x y/n #aot x reader

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l56895 · 10 months

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For the Spotify wrapped fic game:

How about 24 (for maths reasons - it's a favourite of mine😄), or 42 (for Douglas Adams reasons, obvs).

You pick which - or both if you really fancy! 💚

We’ll try for both!

24. Screams Heartstopper for me

LOL that’s okay!!!

Something in Nick’s own reply tugs at something else deep inside. It doesn’t feel like enough, not really, when his friend has just spilled his pain out in bite size chunks. Nick bites his lip as he types out another.

If he ever comes near you again I’ll kick his ass

That feels better- like something he’s supposed to say. The sour guilt that arranged itself in the pit of his stomach when he finally begged Charlie to never speak to Ben again… it’s disappearing now. But not entirely gone. Gnawing. Like he’s asking for something he doesn’t have the right to.

But they’re friends, right? And friends ask for stuff. They banter, like kick-ass jokes, and they do stuff for one another, like never speaking to a crush again because it makes you feel funny. Not jealous… but wrong.

Maybe friends send heart icons to one another too. Kisses. Charlie seems to do that. Nick kind of likes it.

🖋✒️🖋✒️🖋✒️🖋✒️🖋

42. Got to be Schitt’s Creek!

“Come on, David. You can learn this.”

“I could, but should I? Do you really want this-“ He gestures up and down the sweater he has pulled on this morning, black in somehow four different ways, “-trying to produce any sort of music? You’ve heard my mother’s attempts to get me to sing at Christmas.”

“I swear, I could teach you in two hours. Tops. And then you can join in on open mic nights, it could be fun!”

“That is not the way to convince me, I can assure you,” he mutters sardonically, but prises the ukulele from Patrick’s grip regardless. He holds it the wrong way, and the strings ping dully under his touch, but it’s a start. There is an awkward, grimacing moment where man and ukulele battle for the last laugh, but then David is holding it in some vague semblance of upright.

“Okay,” Patrick laughs as he adjusts his elbows around the instrument. “First thing’s first, chords…”

#fanfiction #david × patrick #schitt’s creek #schitt’s creek fanfic #Spotify wrapped writing meme #heartstopper fanfic #heartstopper #heartstopper fanfiction

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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drowning in rivers of peace a Dreamling domestic vacation 'verse playlist

so... yes, it's maybe a little extra to make a playlist for a fic i've written probably less than 1k words for so far, but the universe of this fic has basically consumed my brain, so this exists now!

this playlist is dedicated to @anameunmusical as a lil birthday gift! i saw your comment and i know this isn't quite a dream & hob kiss (yet!) but i hope it makes your day at least a little bit brighter! <3

tracks

the cure // miss van gogh glass animals // i don't wanna talk (i just wanna dance) nick leng // lemons glass animals // agnes olivia willhite // runaway man glass animals // helium half alive // hot tea finneas // shelter bombay bicycle club // how can you swallow so much sleep seabear // arms disclosure // where angels fear to tread winnetka bowling league // slow dances half alive // still feel. the japanese house // maybe you're the reason beatenberg // the prince of the hanging gardens zella day // man on the moon hellogoodbye // hang loose joywave // let's talk about feelings the cure // the same deep water as you lowfie // sweater weather (lofi)

selected lyrics under the cut

the cure // miss van gogh

instrumental

glass animals // i don't wanna talk (i just wanna dance)

we kissed in the morning on a summer day you taste like cigarettes and hurricanes there's a warning written in the corners of your face just a minute now there's something different now all your morning sounds, how's it all so loud? put the flowers down 'cause they look like clouds leave me to it then and let your hair grow out now i know it's safe to say nothing's perfect anyway i don't wanna talk, baby, i just wanna dance i don't wanna talk, no more living in the past

nick leng // lemons

how's your city, how's the winter, how's the rain? do you think when you are still, do you read in mornings? there's a window in the sky to pull you back why'd we leave it that way? won't you tell me, please? i can't help but miss you but you're too far to feel that do wishing wells run dry? but did ours have to? does the moon look different here from where you are? you're getting colder from me and i can't hold you that way

glass animals // agnes

your head is so numb that nervous breath you try to hide between the motions that trembling tender little sigh and so it goes a choking rose back to be reborn i want to hold you like you're mine you see the sad in everything, a genius of love and loneliness guess life is long when soaked in sadness on borrowed time from mr. madness where went that cheeky friend of mine? where went that billion dollar smile? i want to hold you like you're mine you're gone but you're on my mind i'm lost but i don't know why

olivia willhite // runaway man

falling asleep at night was never easy to me when i know there are shining stars above my head so i get a running start i'm way up there, way up in the clouds so i'm gonna glide right through the sky 'cause you didn't look back when i said "i love you" so baby, goodbye, and leave me with a sigh you'll eventually hit the ground and even then i'll be waiting for you i'll be waiting for you i'll be waiting for you my runaway man

glass animals // helium

ooh, and i'm falling now but it's so wrong you talk like a man and taste like the sun ooh, you lift your eyes up from the dust i knew just then, i knew it was done i guess i want you more than i thought i did

half alive // hot tea

wanna be here at your door 12 am and sleeping on your porch until you get in looking into your eyes (endlessly) falling into your lap (desperately) sitting at your feet, soaking in all your energy sip you through my front teeth (held too close) hold you in my hands like hot tea knowing i'm safe 'cause you want me sitting in a garden at your feet you, me only i wanna be ruined by love drowning in rivers of peace take it all in life-sized bites i'ma be outside up all night in the stars, pale moonrise longing for everything ooh, right now i wanna be (held too close)

finneas // shelter

there's no one else could ever hold me like you do there's nowhere else that i'd rather be than with you they call us lucky but i think we might be cursed 'cause the way you love me, i could drink the river dry and still die of thirst gimme, gimme shelter from the storm gimme, gimme shelter, keep me warm come kiss me by the delta where the river's torn but i'll be whole as long as i'm yours as long as i'm yours i don't wanna think about a life without you

bombay bicycle club // how can you swallow so much sleep

can i wake you up? can i wake you up? is it late enough, is it late enough? there's a story in which my eyes shut

seabear // arms

you left your black gloves on my table thinking of a way to get you to stay and i'll promise to fight the wind and waves for you i'm an owl with tired eyes i am a scarecrow in disguise and all i wanna do is stay inside and look out the window with you i fell asleep in your cobweb and i'm turning from the lights tonight saw you in a crowded bar, pale with hungry eyes

disclosure // where angels fear to tread

fools rush in where angels fear to tread and so i come to you, my love my heart above my head rush in where wise men never go but wise men never fall in love so how are they to know?

winnetka bowling league // slow dances

i dream about you the way i said i wouldn't if i hung a dreamcatcher over my bed i'd get (my bed, i'd get) a billion alternate endings where you left me and i do, and i do, and i do, and i do still think about you standing in your allbirds singing all the wrong words to "hallelujah" sweatshirt on a warm day tryna keep a straight face that's how i knew you talking with your fast hands saving all your slow dances i wish i was there with you in a moment of curiosity or weakness (my bed, i'd get) you may let me affect you, intersect you and i do, and i do, and i do, and i do still think about you i still think about you

half alive // still feel.

when i'm furthest from myself (far away) feeling closer to the stars (outer space) i've been invaded (can't escape) trying to recognize myself when i feel i've been replaced drifting as i dream, i'll wake up soon to realize the hand of life is reaching out to rid me of my pride i call allegiance to myself but i can feel a kick down in my soul and it's pulling me back down to earth to let me know so pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave 'cause i still feel alive when it is hopeless, i start to notice and this heart that beats inside of me will show floating in outer space, have i misplaced a part of my soul?

the japanese house // maybe you're the reason

should i be searching for some kind of meaning? apathy's a funny feeling i turned my gaze to the ceiling thanked a god i don't believe in for the scene outside i tried my best at sleeping but my dreams were unappealing so i searched for people in the landscape, passers-by i keep looking for something even though i know that it's not there maybe you're the reason every time i try to figure it out you're the only thing i can think about maybe you're the reason

beatenberg // the prince of the hanging gardens

hold me, scold me, extol me, console me through the 90s, and the 80s and the tigris, the euphrates and after all that i've said i want you to know me, i want you to throw me in the river so the clouds that follow my head could finally rain down on all your hydrangeas i never had a doubt that you would come through i always adored you i always ignored you just to make you try harder to do what you do i had to be awful just to keep you from danger come stand at my window with a view of suburbia as it marks out the edges of my opulent grounds i'm rich but i'm troubled there's a worm in my bougainvillea why do you plague me when my ethics are sound? hold me, fold me, cajole me, and release me on the lethe and the ichor through my body babylon, babble on

zella day // man on the moon

i had a dream that the sun in the sky was feeling so lonely he started to cry the rain on our window kept us inside all of the morning and into the night alone in my dream room i want to love you alone in my dream room, my body above you nobody saw us for seven days under the covers, your body a maze i couldn't believe that deep down inside two bodies glowing could light up the sky i'm in your dreams now i'm in your dreams, in your dreams, in your dreams feet off the ground, i'm floating in you

hellogoodbye // hang loose

darling, you don't know a thing until it's hurt you i have never known a thing, not a thing there's not a thing that's purely virtue walking to confession to talk of my transgressions i got chills from a beautiful thought darling, you don't get to bring the only bottle mine is always good and grim, thick and thin to the brim with love and not love i was in the bathroom, putting on a costume it was almost everything i wished that i could be then i was in the bedroom, taking off my costume it was almost everything i worried you would see every time i fell in love i poured every drop i had out on the floor you've got to keep on making love just to fill your cup so you can pour it

joywave // let's talk about feelings

i, i am drowning in love with you i, i hope, hope that is good for you i, i am learning to live again i, i'm done with the fast-paced flower crowned women i, i am falling in love with you i, i hope that is good for you i, i've been in every state but content is foreign soil it's sand i'd love to cultivate i'm just afraid that you'll change me won't run away but i'll have to take it slow don't want to fall silent for long won't run away, i spook out easy though

the cure // the same deep water as you

kiss me goodbye, pushing out before i sleep can't you see i try? swimming the same deep water as you is hard the shallow drowned lose less than we kiss me goodbye, bow your head and join with me and face pushed deep reflections meet and disappear, the ripples clear and laughing break against your feet so we shall be together it's lower now, and slower now the strangest twist upon your lips but i don't see, and i don't feel but tightly hold up silently my hands before my fading eyes and in my eyes your smile the very last thing before i go i will kiss you, i will kiss you i will kiss you forever on nights like this and we shall be together

lowfie // sweater weather (lofi)

instrumental

#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling domestic vacation

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Hey, Sorry hope you're doing well and had a Merry Christmas!! I was wondering if you had any long porn fics?

HEY LOVELY!

LOOOOL OOOOPS it's been a bit hahahah sorry about that :P I'm horrible, LOL, mainly because I was actually initially getting TOO literal with this ask and reccing all my E-Rated fics, but it became too daunting and long.

I know you asked for "Long Porny Fics", but I hope you don't mind if I use your ask to push out a list I've had semi-ready for awhile! Please check out the other suggested lists, and as always, friends, please add more fics if you got them :)

PORN WITHOUT PLOT