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sublimitymp3 · 7 months ago

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Pray for me

Pairing ✵ Gwayne Hightower/Niece!reader

Warnings ✵ Hotd season 2 spoilers, incest, littleee bit of crybaby!reader, smut (frottage, oral F receiving, fingering, and slight dacryphilia), and religious themes

Word count ✵ 2.5k

Summary ✵ Your uncle Gwayne arrives from Oldtown at your brother's call, and pays a visit to you while you pray.

"Your mother told me I might find you in here,"

You whipped your head around to see the source of the voice that disturbed you from your prayers and saw none other than your uncle, Ser Gwayne Hightower. He had finally come from Oldtown, answering your brother's call for assistance in his war.

"It is the seventh day, I thought I ought to pray. Especially now..." You explain with a small smile. You stood from your kneeling position on the cold, unyielding sept floor so you may look upon him. Your face twists into a cringe as you feel the bruises from kneeling for so long begin to form on your knees, and you are sure they'll be an ugly purple color later. Relaxing your features, you finally turn on your heel to face your uncle. It has been so long since you've seen him.

Too long.

He's as handsome as you remember, with his auburn hair, pale blue eyes, and the faint freckles that dust his face. How you wished you could map kisses along those freckles, connecting them with a trail of where your lips had been. But your faith and virtue prevent you from giving in to the desire. Besides, you are sure that if he ever found out you ever thought such things, he'd look at you with such revulsion that you'd crumble to the floor in shame.

He steps closer to you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear tenderly. "You have your mother's beauty, but your father's features," he hums, tweaking your nose playfully before wrapping you in a firm hug. It is not lost on you the slight curt tone his voice took on at the mention of your late father, but you dismiss it.

"And tell me, how have you been fairing during these trying times, hm? Don't tell me you hole yourself up in this sept all day." He teases, bringing a feeling of embarrassment over you for he had guessed correctly. Recently, you do spend the brunt of your days at the sept, praying to almost every facet of the Seven for mercy, strength, wisdom, and safety. Today, you were praying at the statue of the Mother, and after you lit a candle for her altar, you prayed for mercy and protection for your family members. It is one of the few things that brings you comfort nowadays, your faith in the Seven who are One.

"Well, there isn't much I can do," you shrug, letting a small frown tug at your lips. "It's not like I can sit in on a council meeting, and mother refuses to let me on my dragon. She seems perfectly content in keeping me idle and useless," you remark with a tone of annoyance, one that draws a low laugh from your uncle.

"Your mother means well, sweet niece. You're better suited here, getting favor from the gods as opposed to being in the midst of battle. Believe me, it is a bloody, nasty affair, and you are far too delicate to join in," he grips your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, keeping your lilac gaze trained on his ocean-blue eyes.

You cannot even think of a response to his dismissing words, as you are too busy trying to push away the familiar ache you get between your thighs. It always comes at the most inconvenient of times, like when you watch the men in the training yard move, sweaty and shirtless, or when you spy on your brother coupling with a serving girl. All you know is that it persists for ages, and no amount of praying stops it.

But you can only try.

"S-Shall we pray, uncle? So that the Mother may grant us safety, of course," you propose, shifting nervously on your feet. Perhaps it is the light flush that has appeared on your face, or how you try to discreetly press your thighs together for some form of relief, but Gwayne knows. He always knows.

To save yourself some embarrassment, you resume your kneeling position before the statue and altar of the Mother, clasping your hands together in the standard praying position. You expect your uncle to kneel beside you, or just leave the sept all together, so you are quite surprised when you feel him loom behind you.

His firm chest swiftly presses against your back, and his larger and calloused hands come to rest over your softer ones, and you find yourself trapped in this embrace. Whether it is to your delight or misfortune, you cannot decide. You squeeze your eyes shut and silently beg for forgiveness for the unseemly thoughts that run through your brain at his actions. 'Who thinks such perverse things in a holy place?' you think, mentally chastising yourself.

"Well, go on then, sweet one. Pray for me," he whispers, and you can feel his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. Gwayne is enjoying this, enjoying this little game of denial you two play. Of course, it is wrong for him to want to take you in the lewdest positions, to have you scream his name so everyone knows who is fucking you so good, but he has restrained himself all this time. Patience is a great virtue, yes, but he wishes to reap his reward for remaining ever so patient now.

"M-Mother Above, have mercy on us all. I beg you for your protection, and for you to-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as your uncle buries his face into the crook of your neck, and gently nips at the soft skin there. He begins pressing himself against your ass, making your cheeks flush even more.

Noticing your sudden pause, he pulls back to look at your blushing face with a devilish smirk. "Well? Go on, don't mind me," he says before going right back to nipping and sucking at your neck. It is impossible for you to stay concentrated on your prayers as he continues, and you resign to praying in your head as your words fail you.

Your prayers only falter as you feel something hard poking against your backside, prodding and bumping against you relentlessly. Gwayne begins peppering kisses from your neck and to your jawline before tugging your head back gently, and letting his lips brush against yours. He only pauses as you tilt your head a little bit away in reluctance.

"U-Uncle, this is wrong. N-Not here, we cannot do this-"

"Shh, enough with that. It isn't wrong, not in the slightest. It's not wrong, not when you're meant for me. Surely even the gods will understand," he mumbles against the softness of your lips. You feel in that little moment of pause that his are a bit chapped, most likely from days of riding on horseback and camping in the wilderness. But it matters little then.

Once his lips are on yours, you cannot help the cascade of little moans that leaves you. His mouth is overwhelming and easily overpowers your rather inexperienced one, and you feel his hands move from their position over yours. One hand moves to your neck, and the other to your breast, fondling it through your dress as he continues humping you from behind.

You are thankful the sept is empty today. If word of what you do now reached your mother, of the depravity you partake in with her own brother, you're sure she'd have you sent far away to become a septa.

With a final peck to your lips, your uncle stands. He drinks in the sight of you like this; cheeks flushed, hair a bit messy, clothes rumpled, and swollen lips, all from him, of course. He swears then and there he's never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Up you go, princess," he mumbles, before picking you up with ease and setting you to sit on the edge of the altar. He messily pushes away the candles and various offerings left there to make room for you, and you cringe at the disrespect, disrespect born from lust and hastiness.

The new position allows for you to be relatively level with his face, and he soon hikes your dress up and stands between your parted thighs. As he begins to rub his erection against your clothed cunt, you grab onto his forearms to ground yourself.

His erection rubs against your dampened smallclothes, brushing against your bud and your folds. With each grind of his hips, you feel something like a fire burning through your bones. But with your clothes acting like a barrier, and the slightly awkward angle, it's not enough for you. Even with your unfamiliarity to such actions, you still know it is not enough.

"M-More, more. Uncle, I need more." you whine, pulling him closer by the laces of his breeches, eliciting a sly smirk from him.

"Well well, I never thought I'd see the day where my own niece was begging for me like a whore." he teases, making you frown at the crude and cruel word.

A cruel word indeed, and you feel the familiar sensation of your eyes watering, and your nose instinctively sniffling. Gwayne's smirk falters for a moment as he watches little tears spill from your eyes, but only for a moment.

"Aw, come now sweet girl, don't take offense. It was all in good fun, yes?" he coos to you, and you feel him begin to lick your tears away, catching the salty evidence of your crying on his tongue. "But oh, darling one, how pretty you look when you cry. Are you gonna cry more with what I do to you, little princess?" he asks with a mocking little pout, before kissing back down your neck.

You've always been a bit of a sensitive girl, everyone knows this. The smallest hint of frustration or anger to you, or even words spoken to you all in jest send you easily into tears. What you were not expecting was for them to be met with something other than the typical annoyed shushing you are used to receiving when you begin to cry.

Soon, Gwayne is kneeling before you, and pulling your wet smallclothes down. His lips pepper light kisses along your soft inner thighs, teasing you once more. "So wet...all for me, little princess?" he asks before nudging his nose against your bud, making you jolt with pleasure. He inhales your sweet scent. 'The scent of a wet virgin', he thinks crudely to himself.

You keep yourself propped up with your arms, and you look down at him between your thighs. Both of your legs have been thrown over his shoulders, and the instinct to wiggle your core closer to him grows. With a knowing gaze, Gwayne looks up at you with a smirk, before his tongue darts out and he dives in.

He eats you like a starved man.

His tongue licks stripes along your core, lapping up your arousal hungrily. His mouth works expertly, and all you can do is sit there helplessly and moan. Your little squeals and high-pitched whines sound adorable to him, and he laughs against your cunt. The vibrations, of course, make you jump again.

"My my, little niece, aren't you quite the sensitive one? Is your cunny as sensitive as your heart, hm?" he teases, as he continues to lick and suckle you. You cannot respond, too incapacitated by the pleasure his mouth brings you. It is nothing like you've ever felt before. Even your pillow or your hands don't feel as good as this.

"U-Uncle, uncle Gwayne, it feels s'good," you practically babble out as the lewd sounds of him slurping against you echoes around the sept. Your hand comes down to grip at his auburn hair, tugging him closer to your cunt. You care not anymore if this depravity is sullying a holy place, or if the gods watch with disapproval. There's always time to repent, after all.

The little pain you yanking his hair brings him makes him groan against your puffy folds, adding only to the stimulation you feel. "Yeah? Feels good? Oh, baby, you have no idea..." he murmurs, leaving you a little confused at his choice of words.

But you soon find out what exactly he means.

His mouth moves to focus only on your sensitive bud, sucking on it gently while he introduces two fingers to your wet folds. His fingers dance along your slit, dragging up and down in a slow, almost torturous manner.

You cry and squirm against him, greedily pushing his face right against your cunt. He heeds your signal, and finally pushes his fingers inside your velvety walls.

The stretch and feeling of something penetrating you are new and utterly foreign, but with the added stimulation his mouth still gives, the uncomfortableness of it all soon washes away to make room for pleasure. He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, careful to not hurt you as he works you open.

Once he is sure you are ready, only then does he move his fingers faster. Your thighs squeeze around his head with the intensity of it all, and he has to wrench them back apart. "I can't move if you're trying to block me, sweetling," he chuckles, earning a sheepish "sorry" from you.

As he continues his ministrations, his fingers finally brush against and find that spongy sweet spot hidden up you. He begins to nudge against it with his fingertips, making you gush your arousal all over his face. You've never felt such an intense and yet wonderful feeling in your life, and soon you find it all beginning to build up and crescendo.

His free hand massages and strokes your hips gently, and rubs circles over your belly a little, just to soothe you. He can feel your walls tightening up, and how your thighs tremble and shake around his head. "You can do it, baby, you can do it. Go on, sweet niece," he coos, finally sending you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tremble and feel such intense pleasure crashing over you like the waves during a tumultuous seastorm. You chant his name, worshipping him as if he were a god.

Once your peak washes over you, you slump against the base of the statue of the Mother. Gwayne promptly stands, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Perhaps I should have you every night instead of wine." he smiles, before thumbing stray tears that rest on your flushed cheeks away.

He wipes his mouth with his forearm, before kissing you once more. You can taste yourself on your tongue. "I have to go now, sweet one. Pray to the gods for me, will you? And when I come back, we can pray together again. Wouldn't you like that?" he grins, cupping your face in his hands.

A knowing smile forms on your kiss-swollen lips as you understand the insinuations of his words. As he rides off to fight your brother's war, you will remain praying in the sept, longing for the day he will return and come to pray with you again.

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rabotimagines · 1 month ago

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"Toping you when they usually bottom" GN BOT Reader x Jazz, Prowl, Thundercracker, Soundwave

Summary: First time the bots top you when you usually top them.

Warnings: None.

Genere/Theme: Smut 🔞 MDNI

G1 characters: Jazz, Prowl, Thundercracker, Soundwave.

Notes: Reader bottoms for the first time. Bot reader so valve/spike used.

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Jazz is a true no leaning switch himself. He expertly folds to fit his partners likes and wants. Jazz isn't too fixated on topping or bottoming, really. He just wants to have fun and share the moments with you. So he's not exactly bemoaning or anything about not topping you yet. ... But it's his creation day, and you ask him if he wanted anything particular, and he leans real close to you, smiles, and asks, "Let me eat your valve out?" Which leads to his current residence between your thighs, with him working you through your third overload of the night with his glossia. Jazz always gives oral like he's on a mission, and tonight wasn't any different. Jazz loves making you fall apart for him. Shame you didn't let him do it more often. He pulls away when you stop shaking from overload number three. "Let me just say... I love my gift." Jazz smiles easy and nuzzles his cheek against your inner thigh.

"Jazz -" the pitch in your tone makes him pause to make proper optical contact with you. Your expression was serious with no room for argument. Jazz fully expects you to tap out for the night when the last thing he expects sounds out of you. "Spike me."

Jazz's jaw sets, and he's on his pedes at a startling speed. "Oh baby can do-" his array pops opens and his spike pressurizes properly. He savors the sight of your dripping valve under his spike before sliding home easily due to how aroused you were. "Frag- Really spoiling me today, huh?" Jazz huffed a laugh, enjoying how you felt fluttering around him. Jazz doesn't wait to start thrusting in lazy but deep motions. Making sure to bottom out every time he did so. Jazz hoists your pedes up onto his pauldrons and traps you against him and his berth.

Jazz's pace picks up till he overloads with a sharp invent. Jazz groans at the feeling of spilling inside you, his hips lazily rolling against yours through it.

You're both venting against one another until Jazz eventually picks up his pace again. Hips soon snapping like they had been before. You jerk and grasp at Jazz's armor tight, your optics are deliciously bright while huffs and gasps slipped outta you. Valve still taking his spike so nicely. "Got two more overloads to go! Need to- catch up with you, Sweetspark." Course Jazz was planning on catching up again if he got you to overload again- and again-

It was unlikely, but Jazz really hopes he breaks before you do.

With Prowl, it's a touch- complicated. You didn't really "Top" so to speak before this point- but neither had he. Prowl didn't like losing control on the battlefield or in the berth. You just so happened to be the same. So you'd both begun with servo and mouth activities, with most times it leading to hot and heavy frottage. Most often, it would end with you both usually rutting against one another like a pair of aggressive cyber hounds. Yes, Prowl would like to overload in your valve, but he also wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of the opposite. So Prowl knew he had no right to ask you to do the same. You found a middle ground regardless, and it worked.

Prowl didn't count on it occurring, but it does end up happening when you're grinding against one another again. Both of your servos are over each other's spikes, jerking up and down at a steady pace. Prowl is already close to his own overload- only you end up releasing your own spike and shift, pushing your hips upwards. Prowl hissed in a vent and glanced down at where the head of his spike was now slotting against the folds of your valve. When he glances back up he was met by your bright optics "Prowl, if you don't spike me right now I'm leaving-" Prowls optics widen and he grasps at your armor and snaps his hips harshly. His spike bottoming out inside you with a gasp. Prowl vents harsh at the sensation of your valve wrapped around him.

Prowl frags you harsh against the berth, his chassis coming down and pressing hard against your own. Much too pent up from thinking he'd never be inside your valve like this and already much too close to overloading. Your servos grasp tight on the base of his doorwings, and Prowl groans. His hips buck harder and harder, trying to savor the hot rush it is. Eventually, you squeeze his doorwings, and Prowl overloads only to keep fragging you both right through it. His transfluid makes a mess of your inner thighs in the process. Until Prowl eventually bottoms out inside you and stilled. Prowl began huffing in panted vents.

He pulled back a touch, the sound of you huffing brings his optics back to your cobalt tinted faceplate. The after effects of a hardy valve overload are still obviously rocking through your frame.

Maybe Prowl could... offer to return the favor. Especially if it raised the chance of you doing the same afterward.

Thundercracker kinda does mind, but he also doesn't know how to bring it up. He didn't hate bottoming or anything he just really wants to top you more- or at all. He's got a spike, and he wants to frag you into the dirt with it. The problem is Thundercracker isn't going to say that, and he doesn't exactly know what he's supposed to say about it. So he elects he'll say something when he finds the chance. You're in Thundercrackers lap, glossia in his mouth with your modesty panels pulled back, grinding on one another. And in the heat of it, Thundercracker lifts your hips and drags the length of his spike across the opening of your valve. Your valve lubricant coats his spike, and he gasps at the feeling.

You only jolt and break away to stare down, and Thundercracker lately realizes what he'd just done. But this was the perfect chance to ask, right?

Thundercracker grabs your hips and tentatively lines his spike up with your valve. "Can I?" He asks stupidly, and Thundercracker is immediately regretting how he'd asked that. Why did he do that- Before he can rip into himself mentally, you wordlessly grabbed his pauldrons and started lowering your valve on his spike- and Oh Pit! He's inside you now- Thundercracker hissed a vent at the sensation of you dropping down his length. Digits grasped tight on your hip armor when you sat back in his lap, spike now fully inside you. Oh, you feel Perfect- slag. You squeezing down on him every time you vented made Thundercracker feel hazy.

Your digits abruptly dig into the sensitive base of his wings and Thundercracker keens and spills inside you. Thundercracker groans and ruts against you in short motions through his own overload. Thundercracker can feel his optics brighten fast and harshly in mortification when realization sets in. You're staring at where his own transfluid is now spilling down into Thundercrackers lap. Thundercracker opens his mouth to apologize, but all that comes out is a sharp grunt when you grind down in Thundercrackers' lap. Thundercrackers digits dig hard enough in your own waist the metal wants to try to give and you still. Thundercracker huffs and makes optic contact with you. "Wanna overload in me again?" You casually ask, apparently much too forgiving for Thundercracker.

Thundercracker nods fast a quick. "Yes." Sounding out of him, very glad you were giving him a chance to redeem himself. He genuinely did not know what he'd do with himself if that was his one experience with your valve.

Here's to hoping (and praying) he didn't frag up round two.

Soundwave is a true verse normally. But he's frankly so tired from war efforts that he barely has the energy to interface, let alone top most days. He doesn't have a problem indulging you with his valve when he's feeling lazy but still wants to sexually satisfy you. Yes, Soundwave would like to spike you more often or once even. But the days and battles take up most of his energy and free time. One day, you have a mission, and it ends with Soundwave pissed after stupid battlefield decisions that made the entire battle drag on much longer than needed. You were in group A and had a much easier time than Soundwaves group B during the mission. He enters his habsuite to find you already laying face down on his berth, having let yourself in.

Soundwave walks over and doesn't hesitate to straddle, and full-on shoves his faceplate flat on the back of your chassis. Eventually, his servos start wandering with his earlier frustrations feeding his continued touches. Soundwave skipped tracing and moved to fondling and pulling on your frame. Soundwave sees your modesty panel where your valve would be visible to him. he's digging his digits into your hips already. "Permission to spike?" You grant him it and pull your array back, and Soundwave doesn't hesitate to spike you then and there.

Soundwave would usually take his time to savor you or this, but Soundwaves frustrated. And you at least seem content taking that frustration for him. He'll have to reward you later for it, but right now, he's slamming himself into your valve from behind over and over again. "Soundwave- spike!" you muttered and- Ah- he sees. Your spike can't pressurize right with you flat on his berth. Soundwave pulls your hips up a touch, and your spike pressurizes instantly. Soundwave then snaps his hips hard enough to frag you back flat on his berth. Your spinal strut arched and your servos gripped at his berth for some type of purchase. You squeeze down on him, and Soundwave realizes he's about to overload. Soundwaves servos abandon your thighs, and he reaches over further to press his digits over your mouth.

Soundwave groans deep when you wordlessly take two of his digits in and start sucking. Your glossia laps along them with a hum and Soundwave bottoms out and promptly overloads inside you. You overload right after him, which makes Soundwave only press you harder into his berth. Your valve is twitching around his spike length as you come down from both your combined post overload high. You huff when Soundwave pulls his now oral lubricant soaked digits out of your mouth.

Soundwave might have to adjust his schedule and make the time so he can spike you again like this.

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blkkizzat · 1 year ago

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☠︎︎ THRILLING GHOULS & SMOOTH CRIMINALS ☠︎︎

Halloween is my fav holiday and Horror is my fav movie genre so how could I not participate in a SPOOKY KINKTOBER!

update 9/15/24: im going to finish this list this year! just revamped the masterlist.

All inspired by my favorite horror villains!

song inspo: Thriller & Smooth Criminal cw: Blood play might be heavy in a few of these. Dubcon or Noncon in most of these but the reader will enjoy/consent by the end. Death but only of minor/NPC no name characters(ie, your fuckass bf, bitchy chem professor, next door neighbor, mailman, etc) and manipulation. schedule: gojo > geto > sukuna > nanami tag: will tag works #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

❝Girl, I can thrill you more than any Ghoul would ever dare try!❞

FreddyKruger!Sukuna

Kink Tags: Teratophilia, Size Difference, Virgin, Chasity Synopsis: Teens in town have been dying in their sleep from horrible dreams. Hard up virgin Y/N won't take sleeping pills to stop dreaming because she only gets relief in her wet dreams. What will happen when Sukuna (true form) enters them? wc: ?

Sadako!Geto

Kink Tags: Voyerism, Squirting, Overstimulation Synopsis: Camgirl!Reader hasn't been able to make herself squirt yet and is teased by her chat. She buys a new toy and downloads a random porn an anon user sent her "guaranteed to make you squirt" but is it just a normal porn? Or is there something more sinister on it? wc: ?

Werewolf!Toji

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? wc: 10.4k

❝You've been fucked struck by a Smooth Criminal!❞

Ghostface!Choso

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? wc: 15.4k

Hannibal!Nanami

Kink Tags: Olfactophilia, Body Worship, Menophilia Synopsis: You're immensely grateful for your kind, empathetic and open-minded (not to mention very handsome) psychiatrist Nanami who has gotten you through some very rough patches in your life. However when you show up at his home office for unannounced session and discover him preparing dinner, are you whats next on the menu? wc: ?

InvisibleMan!Gojo

Kink Tags: Mirror Sex, Frottage, Stalker Synopsis: Fed up with his antics and him ignoring you, you breakup with your tech genius boyfriend Gojo. It's been a month and you've started to move on with your life but odd occurrences have been happening around you and you have the feeling you are being watched 24/7. You need a vacay and your friend Shoko offers up her lake cabin. Will you be safe there? Or will whoever is watching you have you right where they want you? wc: ?

BONUS: Free for all section of general Halloween themes if I finish all the rest or need to do a quick drabble to cure writer's block.

*OUT NOW* mlist: That's Not My JJK Man! - teaser

Incubus!Geto - coming soon

The Hills Have Eyes Choso P1 *new*

Why you can’t watch scary movies with JJK men - Drabble, 2k words

Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK Men - Fic 10k

JJK Men Slutty Halloween Costumes - Ask thirst

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alchemistc · 7 months ago

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Catie's Big Ass bucktommy fic rec (Part One)

So I'm not gonna lie, I have most of these fics priv. bookmarked because I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THEM YET AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ABOUT THAT. But more than one anon has asked for this and it tickles me pink that y'all like my writing enough to trust in my recs. So. Please, please, be better than I am and make sure to kudos and comment if you enjoy any of these works.

(Guys, there are SO MANY amazing writers in this fandom. So many truly breathtaking fics already. I got two hours into this and realized I was going to need to split this into parts because I have too many things to say about each of these and I want to do them all justice.)

Writers you can trust in:

@rcmclachlan /ao3 : I will sing RC's praises to the moon and back. There is something about the way RC injects humor into the tiniest of lines that makes me want to scream into a pillow until I pass out. You will see more than one of RC's fics in this list.

@kirkaut /ao3: kirkaut is the reason I jumped on this bandwagon. The unhinged spiral into LFJr obsession and the prevalence of well thought out meta and incredibly hot fic drew me in. If you are not following kirkaut, change that now.

@26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat / catfud_ohplease on ao3: Devastating prose. The ability to turn a theme on a dime and STAB YOU IN THE HEART with it. Mac owns my whole soul when it comes to really scratching that itch behind my eyelids for thematic imagery and really creative ideas for fic that aren't just run-of-the-mill smut/angst/fluff.

@devirnis / ao3: Ali only has one bucktommy fic up on ao3 but it is devine and I love it. Ali is also the only writer who has tempted me into reading buddie. This is not an indictment on buddie fandom or buddie fic writers in general, I just tend to be a one ship kinda gal and I don't really dive into fic for a ship I don't vibe with. Ali's writing has made me reconsider this position.

@beefcakekinard / thingbe on ao3: The domesticity. Literally just reread one of Rose's fics this morning and HAD to comment on it again because it made me want to fling myself to Jupiter.

(This is not a comprehensive list, but I just realized how many fics I have already bookmarked for bucktommy and I'm already under a readmore.)

Fics that make my brain go brrrr:

only fools rush in - somnum365 ( @firehose118)

Tommy lets Buck set the pace. Buck is ready for something.

Super hot and all about checking in. I've got a thing for discovering sex with a partner starting out with frottage and this delivers. The characterizations are so great.

Colin Firth Thinks You're Hot - IDontGoHereEither (@herrmannhalsteadproduction)

Buck is late for a special date night with Tommy, but he still stops to help a stranger stuck on the side of the road. Luckily, that stranger is about to help HIM.

Cute as fuck with a super fun guest star. Who doesn't want Mr. Darcy to think your boyfriend is hot?

sad girl poetic thursday night - screamlet

Date night menu: pasta primavera and emotional unpacking.

There's something about the pacing of this that sent me into a tailspin. The stream of consciousness that actually bleeds from the dialogue into the action and vice versa. Hng.

I Was Only Falling In Love - Princessfbi (@princessfbi)

Tommy in crisis mode.

There's a moment in this fic where Eddie has to pull Tommy back from the precipice of something and it lives entirely rent free in my head, forever and ever amen. The firefam taking care of Buck by taking care of Tommy.

let me count the ways - ashesandhalefire

Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a good evening are chattier than they probably reasonably should be

There is something about this fic that feels like the witching hour is upon you, like you could live in this little pocket world Buck and Tommy have created for themselves forever. The dialogue is fantastic, and the way they communicate with each other is just *chefs kiss*

let's make it cinematic - kirkaut

Tommy helps Buck deal with some of his impotent rage in the face of the Gerrard of it all.

Listen, I do not have a praise kink. This kinda makes me wish I did.

"[...]Everything is.” He circles a finger around in the air. “It’s very spinny.” - this line of dialogue came for my fucking throat.

Sick with it - Mellow_Yellow

what if in an alternate universe babyslut Buck joined the 118 when Tommy was still in his closeted asshole era and they had a torrid affair??

The way this is a little fucked up. The way the characterizations aren't exactly familiar because they haven't aged into what we know them as in current canon. The way you can see in every broken line and every stutter step that Tommy is falling for Evan and has No Fucking Idea what to do with that. Ugh. Best Met Earlier AU I've ever read.

He blinked as Tommy walked by, eyes sliding closed again before he left. He felt a light touch on the top of his head but figured he was imagining it. He couldn’t think of anyone at the 118 who would touch him that carefully. - just absolutely fucking end me they're so good/bad for each other

A Full Body Workout - Persiflager

Tommy and Buck spend a day trying to distract Eddie from the *gestures vaguely* all of it.

The way this is so quiet in the way it shows you how Tommy and Buck care for each other. The way they are down bad but still so hyperaware of the pace they've set, the things they've talked about. The way they take care of their friend here. I'm obsessed with the tone of this one. Also, as a general theme, nothing draws me in more than well thought out dialogue, and this one has some fucking GREAT dialogue.

Your love is better than ice cream - Cecily_v, liminalmemories

An alternative meet-cute, where-in Tommy doesn’t know the 118 and decides Buck is worth it anyway. Buck is confused but figures some things out.

There is so much I love about this AU. How they meet. How their relationship progresses. How it feels glacially slow in comparison to the canon storyline but also how in character they both are. The foundation of their love in this fic is downright eatable.

just couldn't fall til we met - thingbe (@beefcakekinard)

Buck and Tommy spend a quiet morning in together.

This is the one that crossed my dash earlier today and made me eat fucking glass on reread. The closeness. The way they're both so tactile. The blink and you'll miss it hints at a life being built together. Eating this UP every time I read it.

The Premium Twunk Appreciation Society, President: Tommy Kinard - everythingremainsconnected

5 times Tommy almost faints like a Victorian maiden at the sight of Buck’s flesh, and 1 time he can do something about it.

“Hey,” Evan said, shoving Eddie out of the way and filling the screen with his playful glare, “organise bro time on your own time, I’m on the phone with– with Tommy.”

“With who?” Eddie repeated. Tommy didn’t need to see his face to hear the fondness in the mocking. “Who’s on the phone? I didn’t quite catch that.”

- They are so stupid about each other in this fic, please read it and watch steam blow out your ears at how sweet and hot and down bad for each other they are.

desire (i want to turn into you) - chthonicheart

The first time Buck’s really able to bury his face between a man’s tits, he nearly cries.

pwp but with a whole heaping of character study. HOT.

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) - middyblue (daisyblaine) [@middyblue]

Tommy has doubts.

There is a general mood to this piece that feels heavy in a way I can't quite explain. There was a weight on my chest all the way through this in the BEST way possible. The way Tommy navigates his mind and struggles to trust the little slice of peace he and Buck have carved out is just mindbogglingly beautiful.

Come Fly The Friendly Skies - RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan)

Buck meets their rescue mission's would-be pilot and is extremely normal about it.

"Throttling is what I'm gonna do to you if you don't shut up and let the nice man steal a helicopter for us,"

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM INCANDESCENT WITH RAGE over how funny and insightful this fic is.

Every characterization is picture perfect.

Maddie gives great hugs, but she's so small; if she had this guy's build and could basically fold Buck into her like an old blanket, they'd have to pry him out of her arms with the jaws of life.

In the back of Buck's mind, in a place he hasn't discovered, he's already picked out a venue and chosen his centerpieces. He's mentally putting together seating arrangements. This line of Buck's thoughts on Tommy Kinard told me so.

Please read this and join me in trying to destroy RC with my mind (lovingly).

little by little - MediaWhore

Buck & Tommy, during and after the wedding.

There is something so soft and gentle about this fic. The way Tommy just gives in to the exhaustion and props himself up against Buck because he knows he'll be able to take the weight (he wants to take the weight and Tommy knows it). The quiet flirting, the way they take care of one another. The jumpscare of Marge and Phil and how this fic is right at the edges of exploring that but Buck has me important priorities.

“It was badly done,” - the way this is so in character for Ma Buckley and the way it made me want to SHAKE HER TIL HER TENDONS SHATTERED AND SHE CRUMBLED LIKE A SATISFYING CASINO IMPLOSION

Soft and heartbreaking and mending all at once.

while you arranged flowers - newtkelly

Buck’s got a wedding date, but as far as today goes, he’s also got a regular one.

The way I want to wrap this Buck up tenderly and hide him from the people in his life who DON'T DESERVE HIS AFFECTION, HIS LOVE, HIS JOY.

The non-urgency of this, the absolute too-much-too-soon he's dealing with in his own mind while he grapples with the reality of seizing a second chance with both hands and getting to explore himself within the confines of a very lovely, very sweet and kind, VERY HOT man he wants to get on his knees for.

Beautiful prose, excellent dialogue, an insightful character study.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic rec #catie's babtfr #i you happen to find yourself on here and i haven't included a tumblr link lemme know #i did my best to search profiles and beg. and end notes but i know i probably missed one or two of you #thanks nonny for pointing out my misspelling of princessfbi. 'preciate you #i'm collecting your tumblr usernames like pokemon every time i come across you in the tags. jsyk

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themeraldee · 4 months ago

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Anywhere, you're mine

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18+ Only | 2.3k | Homelander x female!Reader | Exhibitionism. Mild dub-con but tagging just in case. Frottage. Overstimulation. Messy mixed POV.

Written for cozy corner kinktober prompt #2: Exhibitionism

It’s not the first time Homelander takes you flying but it’s the first time he has you questioning his intentions.

It doesn’t feel like the first few times he’s flown you up and around New York. That time he was just excited to share his most celebrated superpower with you. Gathering you in his arms, slowly flying over the skyline, showing you a view nobody else gets to see.

This time there’s a tension in his jaw you’re unfamiliar with. As if he’s biting back from saying something or doing something too early. He still flies at a slower speed, knowing your human body isn’t capable of handling the speeds he considers leisurely.

He still holds you in a bridal carry. A carry he’s particularly fond of as he gets to hold you close and tight and you have no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck, seeking his warmth and support. Just how he likes it.

He slowly lands on top of one of the Chrysler building gargoyles. Presenting a view that adorns many postcards. It’s the all-too-familiar skyline that you already get to see from the floor to ceiling windows of his penthouse, but now you’re right in the middle of it.

“We’re here?” You ask, still holding tight onto him, unwilling to stand on your own feet. Just the thought of being one wrong move away from your demise has your stomach rolling with anxiety.

“Yup. What, not impressed?” He chuckles, retracting his arms from underneath your legs.

“That’s not—Wait wait wait! I’m gonna fall.” Your heart drops when you no longer feel his steel grip around you and you’re forced to stand your feet on the structure underneath you.

For a second that to you feels an eternity long you’re barely breathing or moving, getting the sense that any odd breath will make you fall off.

Heights aren’t usually an issue when you fly with him but suddenly being responsible for your own survival feels a lot more nerve wracking.

“You’re not gonna fall.” He turns you around, your back flush against his chest, his steel grip back around you again as his arm wraps around your middle, grounding you in that secure hold.

“There ya go. Come on now, don’t worry. You seriously think I’d let you fall?”

“No! Of course not. There’s just not a lot of space here.” You let out a nervous chuckle. Your voice quivers just like your legs do when you look down. Your feet are only a few inches away from the edge and instead of admiring the view in front of you, you’re laser focused on keeping them as far away from the ledge as possible.

“Well you better keep close then. Wouldn’t want anything to happen.” And like the asshole he is he shakes you in your place with his arm still securely wrapped around you. That doesn’t mean it stops you from shrieking loud and shrill at the feeling of losing the security you were just thinking of getting comfortable with.

If you were anywhere else, you’d be swatting him across the chest for his cruel move but here your legs feel like jelly and your lower body feels like it’s gotten off a theme park ride. Your gut is in knots and you only feel it untangle itself when he’s comfortingly rubbing the bare skin of your arm up and down all while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

With the warm summer day having just passed you’re still sporting the same dress Homelander gifted you, but with the drop in temperature in the late hours you already feel the goosebumps appear with each shiver. The cold leather just makes it worse as the goosebumps become more pronounced and you let out a full body shiver right against him. You would have changed if you had known about this impromptu night adventure but he scooped you up and set off into the night without as much as a word.

“It’s cold up here.” You look down at the bustling city still bursting with energy at this hour but little of its sound travels all the way up here.

“Hmm, don’t worry, I’m gonna warm you riiight up.” He rumbles right in your ear.

And before you question it he does. He unzips the side of your dress, leaving the zipper open where it ends by your hips. His gloved hand slides right in, getting a handful of your right breast. The shock of the cold leather on your skin is quickly replaced by the heat creeping up your body to the tips of your ears.

“Homelander! Wha-what the fuck?!”

“What’s the problem sweetheart? Look at that, you’re already warming up.” He hums and shoves his hand underneath the cup of your bra, moving it askew. The leather pinches around your nipple forcing a squeak out of you.

Just like that you feel like you’ve been put on display for the whole world to see. Your body may not be exposed but you doubt anyone wouldn’t be able to put two and two together and realise Homelander really just took you out here for some adult fun.

“P-people will see.” You say in a hushed whisper as if anyone could hear. All the potential onlookers are too far to see what’s going on yet you feel like you’re surrounded. The quiet hum of the city below suddenly feels overwhelmingly loud. Your eyes move back and forth between buildings, streets or windows as if your ordinary human eyes could make out anything but the lights dotting the skyline.

“Hmm, lucky them.” He sounds as smug as can be and you feel the tension he’s been carrying dissipate and if anything, transfer itself onto you. Your legs are shaking. Not from fear. Not from the chill in the air. The embarrassment has your body responding in ways you’re not used to.

“Ooor do you not think they'd be lucky to see you like this?” You feel his sharp grin against the soft skin of your neck as he’s messing with you. He’s nipping at it, kissing it sweetly, knowing exactly how to get you to melt into his embrace when he wants you to do things you’re reluctant to. He knows you’ll enjoy this. He’s doing it for you, really. With that he adds. "I know I feel pretty lucky."

“We—ah—really shouldn’t be doing this.” You do your best to dissuade him from exposing you in public but he’s set on what he’s come here to do and you’re not one to easily say no to the man.

“Babe, I can do whatever the fuck I want. We can do whatever the fuck we want.” He pulls his hand out from underneath your bra cup. Instead he pulls up the fabric of the back of your dress up, pinning the bunched up swell of it above your ass and in between both of your bodies.

Unable to resist he greedily squeezes your ass with the hand that’s not holding you stable, groaning into your neck. You feel his hot breath and the wet lick of his tongue when he draws a line from the base of your neck to your ear earning himself a delightful moan. It's those natural sounds you make that make him harder than anything else. When you squeak out your little whimpers and whines or when those pretty moans spill out freely from your lips it’s like you’re serenading him a song you wrote just for him.

And fuck, he can’t wait any longer.

His hand lands on the waistband of your underwear and he squeezes the dainty lace fabric in his fist.

With a quick snap of his wrist he pulls at the fabric, ripping it off your body and throwing the tatters of it into the wind.

You yelp in shock, both of your hands landing on the arm he has wrapped around your middle as if clutching onto him for more support. You don’t try to catch the ruined panties when he throws them, caring for your life more than the embarrassment of some stranger stumbling across your ruined underwear once it lands somewhere in the city.

It’s not that, neither it is the feeling of him rubbing up against you that makes you clutch your pearls. You usually only get to feel the hard shell of his suit anyway. No. It’s the familiar hiss of his zipper that beyond your comprehension invokes a pavlovian response in you, already wetting your cunt, rolling the heat from your gut straight to your throbbing clit.

He can smell this change in you, inhaling deeply as if he finally got a breath of fresh air he’s been so desperate for.

“There’s my girl. I knew you’d enjoy this too.” You don’t have to turn around to know exactly what kind of pleased, self-assured face he’s pulling. You’ve seen it each time he’s introduced you to all the kinks of his you’ve ended up loving. Sometimes even more than him. It’s clear he’s hoping this to be another one.

You feel him pull out his cock, pushing it right against your ass. Albeit not new the feeling still makes you blush. Being out here, potential seen by anyone with a keen eye sends a strange thrill down your spine now that you’re not the only one who’s exposed.

While he’s got your mind occupied with the arousing feeling of his cock against your bare ass, he slips his hand down the front of your dress. He graciously keeps the front of you covered from too many prying eyes, though it’s not hard to tell what he’s doing when he squishes himself closer. His cock sitting warm and snug in between your cheeks, his head resting right on your shoulder and the hand he’s not holding you with is already toying with your clit in a way that has your knees buckle.

“Don’t stop, don’t ssstop.” You hiss with pleasure and for a moment you forget where you are and that the breeze comes from being 300 metres high in the air. The familiarity with which your body responds to him is comforting. You let yourself sing for him freely as he rubs your clit expertly, his teeth nipping at your ear when he’s not whispering how he wants you to cum for him. How he wants you to cum all while anyone can catch a glimpse of your unravelling.

And with the precision of a man who’s spent many hours with his hand in between your legs he rubs you into an orgasm. The peak of it has your legs shaking to the point where he lifts you up a little, giving you the chance to really just relax into the way your body quivers and tingles from the mouth watering climax.

And just when you think he’s happy and done after having debauched you for the whole world to see he puts you down, pulling his hand back, bending a little in the knees so he can slide his cock right in between your thighs.

The surprise of it strangely has you moving right against him rather than away. Your thoroughly soaked cunt finds its happy place right on top of his cock, coating the top of it with a generous amount of slick.

And just like you typically sing for Homelander, he has his own tune made just for you. He whines needily, not even trying to hold back as he pulls you closer. One hand on your hip, the other still securing you around your middle while he drags his hips back and forth, the wet slide of his cock deafeningly loud.

His cock rubs the whole length of your cunt, the tip of it poking at the fabric of the front of your dress each time his hips are flush with yours.

The head of his cock catches on your clit with each slide, normally an incredibly pleasant and warm sensation but now it’s piercing hot as it stimulates your burning clit to lengths you’re not used to.

A whine breaks out past your lips in desperation.

“It’s too much, too much, p-uh-please, Homelander!”

“Just a little longer, you can do it for me. Can’t you?” He sounds just as wrecked as you. His voice quivers, his thrusts stutter. You know he’s not gonna last long. A fact you’re partially grateful for as the force with which he douses your clit with furious friction is making you lose your mind.

You let out a little affirmative sound that resembles a sob and you let him use you how he seemed fit. The unrelenting pressure you can’t seem to escape is nothing you’ve ever been able to achieve yourself.

The novelty of it catches your body off guard and the burning feeling spreads all the way down your limbs as you orgasm on his cock, giving in to the intense sensation one more time. And while he can’t feel your cunt pulsating around his cock like he’s used to, he still feels you convulse and throb against him.

Which is more than good enough for him to reach the finish line.

Once you collect your thoughts again you watch as he thrusts a few more times in between your thighs. His cockhead pushes against the fabric of the front of your dress each time, now wetting it with long dribbles of cum.

You watch as the fabric takes on a darker colour where it’s soaked in his cum. If you weren’t out of your mind with your own pleasure you might have reflected on the debauchery you just partook in but instead you blankly stare at the droplet of cum that lands on the surface you’re standing on. You’ve got half a mind to crouch and wipe it down with your already ruined dress but you don’t feel like tempting fate with a fall to your early death.

Surely the rain will get it. And at this point you couldn’t care less. All you want to do now is get flown back home and wrapped up in your hero's arms.

And per usual, your hero is more than happy to oblige. Just like you’ll do anything for him, he does the same for you.

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#little messy but I really wanted to fill today's prompt #tagging this as #dub con #just in case bcs reader is apprehensive #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander #homelander fanfiction #my writing #the boys fanfiction #cozy corner kinktober 2024

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zenokei · 7 months ago

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— i. slow down ; narumi gen.

starring :: narumi gen x reader

wc :: 1.0k

tags :: mature themes, implied friends with benefits, reader is implied a member of the first division, frottage, making out, switch!narumi & switch!reader (dom!reader if you squint), word vomit, and part 1 of 2

synopsis :: narumi gen is used to quickies with you–as it’s more efficient. however, you show him just how good slowing down feels.

warning: r18, read at your own risk | part 2 – upcoming

narumi gen tosses and turns around his bed restlessly with thoughts of you coursing throughout inside him.

he’s so needy tonight–narumi’s body is achingly hot because of how much he needs you.

despite his duties the following day, narumi drags himself out of his bed and urgently navigates to your room in order to knock on your door loudly. “hey! you’re awake, right?? wake up!” narumi annoyingly cups his hand on your wooden door, his words ringing through your room. “what?” when he takes sight of you begrudgingly opening your door with furrowed brows, he grins widely and ushers you inside. your feet are getting dragged as narumi pushes you further inside your room. confused, you turn around to look at him. “narumi-” yet, when you try to ask him, he beats you to it.

“i wanna fuck right now- can we fuck right now?”

“sorry?”

“...please say yes.”

“you woke me up for a quickie?” narumi repeatedly nods, a slight pout forming on his lips. you take a step closer to him, and just as narumi’s preparing himself for your approval, you push your finger sternly on his chest, limiting proximity. “no.” his pout drops into an annoying frown, then back into a deeper pout. “why not?” childishly, narumi starts poking at your shoulder rapidly, mimicking your stance. it causes you to sigh, looking at narumi with tired eyes. “not in the mood for a quickie.” seeing his posture slump at your reply, you only give him a half-assed apologetic look.

“besides, it’s so late. i’d rather it be more intimate, you know?” it’s your turn to push narumi from behind, forcing him closer to your door in hopes of goodnight. “intimate? you mean-” narumi, with his eyes wide, turns back to look at you. “yeah. but i know that’s not really your thing, so…” you yawn, preparing to close your door on narumi’s face. however, narumi rushes forward, hands gripping your arms desperately. “that’s it? you’d let me fuck you tonight if it was longer?” your eyebrows quirk while your jaw goes slightly slack. you feel a tinge of tension rise around you when you see narumi’s gaze piercing through you. “narumi, i don’t think you get what i mean- and-”

“come on, then show me.”

suddenly, narumi’s face engulfs you: his messy hair brushing across your own skin as his mouth sloppily kisses you. your hands are trapped in front of him–directly over his chest–as your tongue takes in the taste of him. perhaps narumi’s letting you take the lead, although it doesn’t matter because your legs are moving back, and his are following wherever you take him.

being blind and deaf with only the senses of your intimate lust being known, it comes as a shock when the back of your calves thud against the mattress, making you flip around for narumi to be the one to lay down on your messy bed first. with a slight groan, narumi tries to sit up by your pillows when your kiss breaks apart; however, you straddle his lap, looming over narumi with a look of satisfaction.

“w-what?” narumi pants, the back of his hand wiping away the cool saliva drying all over his mouth. “enjoying?” you tease, sitting down just below his groin. “what do you…think?” you scoff out a laugh, inching yourself higher as you already know the answer. your body leans down closer to narumi, hands grazing past his sides until it reaches his neck–where you rest them as he shivers excitedly.

a soft moan manages to slip through his gritted teeth when you rub your lower body against his excruciatingly slow; narumi’s eyes wander down to where he sees his bulging erection getting covered by each mundane thrust of your clothed hips. unexpectedly, it overwhelms narumi–not once has he ever taken in such a sight of this view so unhurriedly. the repetitive scene of his needy dick getting humped leisurely by your warm lap has his ears ringing.

narumi’s hands reach down to your spread-out thighs, ironically trying to get you to slow down. “too fast?” you lighten your weight, bringing your hand up to comb narumi’s bangs higher up. however, when he realizes that you’re enticed with his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes, he dares not look at your close bodies anymore. “hah! if you keep going this slow i think i’ll fall asleep.” your laughter rings once more, however, when narumi takes a glimpse of you, you’re leaning closer.

“whatever you say…” you mumble before licking his mouth to open; and narumi thinks he might lose it–because your tongue is so slow. every bit of your kiss, he feels its heat scatter across his body desperately. everything is simultaneously happening all at once: under his palms, he feels your warm lap drag against his; he feels your saliva mixing with his and dripping down his chin; and he fucking feels you ache while he’s underneath you–how could he not go undone at the very second?

concluding that it’s been longer than necessary–narumi couldn’t hold on for much longer. his hips thrusts itself to meet your patient ones halfway. with the added friction and desperation it introduced, muffled breaths of moans emitted out of intertwined mouths. a little satisfied, narumi squeezes your thighs, initially begging for more.

“c’mon, we don’t have all night-” narumi complains, his forehead starting to sweat from the heat as his body finds relief when he sits up from the bed, his hands dragging up to your waist–preparing himself to satiate himself on top of you. however, with a strong hand, you knock him back down on the bed, almost making narumi whine from denial.

“you asked me to show you how to go slow, narumi.” he lazily rolls his eyes and is perhaps accompanied by murmurs laced with annoyance you can barely hear as he sinks into the soft sheets. “i mean, if you really can’t take it…” you pout, idly tapping your fingers over his chest and up until the underside of his jaw–which you feel clench in aggravation.

“i guess you’re just not good with this sort of thing-”

“the hell! you- i can take it! do whatever you want-”

“oh?”

“oh…”

#kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #narumi gen x reader #gen narumi x reader #kn8 #x reader #narumi x reader #kn8 x reader #gen narumi #narumi gen #kaiju no. 8 imagines #kaiju no 8 imagines #narurmi gen x you #gen narumi x you #zenokei | works #fanfiction

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snailsgoingdowntown · 1 month ago

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 7

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: themes of obsession and maybe possessiveness, implied thought of suicide once (1), toxic relationship/marriage, slight themes of misogynistic society (??? Probably???), implied guilt and regret, ooc Dion. Please tell me if I missed anything.

NSFW warnings: sexual fantasies (Dion: implied unprotected sex, unprotected frottage, oral (fem receiving), clit stimulation, mention of fingering), one (1) dry hump, teasing, mention/implied masturbation, offers of oral (male receiving) and handjob, slightly sexually frustrated Dion (he might die if u don’t kiss him eventually), mention/implications of non-con twice (2) (no he does not non-con you), DUB-CON. Please tell me if I missed anything.

NOTE: I gave the Reader’s brother a name because I dislike writing (family member’s name) unless it’s like the parents. Probably. Also going to tag this as smut just in case.

Main story is slightly different from the drabbles for reasons.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS/TOXIC ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH/REBLOG WITH FANDOM STUFF DNI AND PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS.

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Something throbs against your bottom.

Breath catching in your throat, your heartbeat speeds up. Your husband doesn’t make any attempt to move, still hovering above you. He’s so close that you could feel his chest against your back with each and every exhale. Despite his… bodily reaction, he doesn’t grind against you. Doesn’t nibble on your ear or slide his hands until they’re groping at your chest, lifting you enough to do so.

No, he just stays and his breath makes your ear tingle. You need to get out of this.

“H-hey… mind getting off? I need to change…” You wiggle a bit, aiming to escape his one-sided ‘embrace,’ if you could even call it that. Only to immediately stop once he hisses through his teeth, one hand flying to hold your hips still. You cease all actions and breathing becomes difficult.

All is silent.

The air becomes heavy and awkward. You dare not move. The risk of rubbing against him is high and you’d rather avoid giving him the wrong idea. Ah, but how should you go about this situation? You can’t exactly move and begging would elicit a less than desirable response from him - he likes seeing you cry, so begging might give him the same thrill.

Seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours. Dion doesn’t move against you nor away from you. However, his fingers dig into your hip, and you hold back the whimper from the sharp pain caused by his grasp. You’re stuck and don’t know how to escape.

…but he is your husband. You don’t want to do that again, to be used as a fleshlight as he enjoys himself while you shake in his arms from the pain. It was humiliating. Awful.

But your mother would tell you to go along with it. Lant would expect it. Your sister would comfort you, saying that it’s only natural, normal for married couples to engage in sexual intercourse. As for your father… he was always too awkward to discuss the subject.

Besides, you already told him that you refuse to go through it again. That he could jack off and you would shove his sperm into your cunt so it could reach your fertile womb.

You also don’t want to give birth to his child. However, you had no say so in that area - a child should be the result of any marriage. You scowl. While things were different in your old, modern world, things were vastly different here. A child was expected, needed in most cases.

And this was one of them.

His cock throbs again.

… you could offer to jerk him off again. Maybe use your mouth if you’re feeling daring, suck on and twirl your tongue around the tip as your hands work the shaft. You’ll even swallow if it means he’ll stay far, far away from your cunt. It doesn’t matter if his cum is bitter and sour.

When he throbs against you for the third time, you bring up your offer, your voice faltering with each word. When he takes a sharp breath, you know that you signed your death certificate. If accepted, you won’t be able to turn back.

Wasn’t Dion Agriche supposed to be immune to sexual desires? From what you saw from spoilers, he was dense when it came to romance, so why was he acting this way? …then again, nothing about this was romantic.

“I don’t need it.” was his response. In spite of that, he doesn’t move, voice husky and dripping with lust. You despise yourself for the shiver running down your body while your ear tingles as his breath hits it. It seems that you’re also weak to physical pleasure regardless of your wariness and fear.

If only your body was more receptive last night.

“Then why are you still on me? Holding my hip no less.” If your head wasn’t so fuzzy with sleep, if today had gone in a less confusing direction, would you still act the same? Or would you stay quiet as a mouse, waiting for Dion to take you while your stomach churns and you swallow bile down?

“To stop you from squirming,” he deadpans like his fingers weren’t digging into your poor hip.

“And your hand around my throat?”

“To see your reaction.”

This isn’t going anywhere. You’re just running in circles as the man denies himself and keeps you in purgatory. Can’t somebody knock on the door, forcing him to get up and leave?

You think you should be more scared. You are, but it melts into something worse than annoyance. Why can’t he let you sleep? Leave you alone and pretend you don’t exist.

“You didn’t tell me why you’re still on top of me,” pointing out as you lift your shoulder the slightest bit, silently telling him to get out of your personal space. After a pause he lets go of your neck, hoisting himself up a bit. It’s not much, but at least he isn’t as close.

He throbs against you a fourth time.

Please, please for the love of everything that is holy, let him calm down. No sane man would get horny after saying such awful things.

You forgot he wasn’t sane.

“Your reactions are interesting.”

“... Well, you saw them - that should be enough, no?” You’re debating if you should headbut him. Tomorrow, you’re going to question your own sanity, wondering what gave you the bravery of becoming so bold. Chucking yourself into the nearest river won’t be enough.

Time stops when your husband’s thumb starts rubbing circles into your hip. It’s gentle but suggestive all the same. No, no, no - you don’t want to fuck him again. You don’t want to bare yourself to him, to allow his fingers to rub at your clit as he thrusts in and out of your most sensitive area. You don’t want him to lick your twitching clit or tug his hair as he eats you out again.

It was too much, too painful.

You already told him as such.

“D-D-Dion.” You hate how your voice shakes, choking on his name. You hate how loud your gulp is. You hate how you’re going to offer your mouth and hands to him again. You hate the fact that you’re going to sit back and act how your mother and sister told you to.

He hums, hand moving from your hip to your back, tracing your spine again. You fail in holding back the small gasp that slips through. How is it possible for him to get harder just from that!?

Your toes curl as he gives a small hump, only to harshly stiffen. Did he not mean to do that?

“A-as long as we don’t… do it, then I’ll be happy to help you.” His hips struggle to stay still at your words, your husband clearly getting excited. He shouldn’t be like this. He should have left you alone and obsess over Roxana.

But your gut is telling you that you switched places with her. That can’t be true though - he’s just playing with you for now. Raising your hopes up that he’ll be a ‘decent’ husband only to shatter the illusion once he gets tired of you. Honestly, after giving it some thought, you’re not sure which one is worse.

“You have a lot of trouble with saying the word ‘sex’. It’s cute.” Dion muses, deciding to break his promise of not touching you further by ghosting his lips along the back of your neck, stopping between your shoulder blades.

“M-mmh… You promised not to touch,” you shakily breath out, ignoring how he called you ‘cute.’ Your toes curl again, chest heaving a bit as you force your breathing to stay steady. Fingers digging into the sheets, your head starts to feel dizzy - he’s being much more intimate, choosing to be teasing and lover-like.

How long has it been since you tingle down there? You hate it, hate how his touches are starting to set the mood. It’s despicable.

“You also said you didn’t come here for this.”

“People are allowed to change their minds.” Your husband doesn’t go further than this. You wonder what his expression is. What he’s thinking while scared of the reality of everything. Should you be direct with your refusal? Would he even care? Bother to listen?

Breathing in, you decide to test your luck.

“But I haven’t.” Again, he stays practically glued to you. “So, please.” Unable to finish, you only shut your eyes tight, praying to whatever God that would listen. After what seems like hours he completely removes himself from you. Relief fills you as you’re freed, air easier to take in.

It slightly irks you when he doesn’t apologize. The moment you wake up tomorrow, dawn breaking and memories fresh, you might consider killing yourself. To avoid any possible harsh and inhuman punishment Dion may give you for rejecting him. But tonight, right now as your head is fuzzy and your body falling victim to sleep, you couldn’t care less.

You’re just happy and grateful he listened.

Now only your body would do the same.

“You should change and sleep.” No emotion in his voice. Remorse, guilt, annoyance, hatred - nonexistent. You are a bit worried about it but you can only close your eyes. Thinking is becoming hard.

How can you talk to him so freely? Minutes ago you were scared that the man would rape you. Yet now you’re back to being fine? Madness really is contagious.

“I don’t think I can… that’s not an invitation.” Making your thoughts and expectations clear, you think you can faintly hear the scolding of your mother. You’ll fret over tonight later.

The world ceases to exist around you, falling into the abyss before you could hear him sigh.

- - -

He was hoping you would change your mind. The most painful part was over with - as long as he took his time with you, it shouldn’t hurt as much.

He would have played with your clit until you were whining for his fingers. To flick the nub back and forth with his tongue until you complain, saying he was being unfair. To rub the tip of his cock against both your entrance and clit until your hips were bucking against him, trying to slip him in.

But dreams don't always come true.

Dion accepted as such, realizing that it was far too early to have sex again anytime soon. He could live without it. For a while. Hopefully the same goes for you, otherwise…

Well, his left arm would suffer a lot.

… this isn’t like him. It’s strange and confuses him. You confuse him. But the questions could be saved for later, when his own eyes aren’t becoming heavy with sleep deprivation, the eye bags getting worse.

He looks at your sleeping figure, halfway undone dress and corset still on. He considers stripping and changing you into the silk nightgown that he threw onto your back earlier. But seeing how the interaction from earlier went, he decides against it.

He should call for Hana.

Scarlet eyes stare hard at you. You look so comfortable, so peaceful - he wants to ruin it. Yet, at the same time, he wants to leave you be, to have a moment of peace in this hell. Your husband settles for the latter. Consideration sometimes overwrites sadistic pleasures.

… something really is wrong with him. He wasn’t raised with consideration in mind yet here he is.

Walking to the closet, opening the doors and picking nightclothes at random, Dion wonders how bad you’ll freak out tomorrow. If you’ll cry and beg for forgiveness once you’re able to talk and think. Or if you’ll play pretend and give him a nervous smile once the shock wears off.

Maybe when he closes his eyes and slips into the dreamworld, he’ll be blessed with a dream of where you’ll accept him as is, faults and all. But as Dion slips his shirt on, he knows it’s next to impossible.

For tomorrow, when you wake up to his sleeping face, you’ll find an isolated corner to hide in. Tonight will only be looked back on with regret filling your mind.

That’s how it always starts.

- - -

“Is it too early to write to sister?” a boyish voice asks. Your father looks up from his paperwork, heavy bags under his eyes. Standing in front of his desk in his office stands your brother - (e/c) eyes filled with impatience and worry. His hands are behind his back, nails digging into skin.

The twelve-year-old boy has to physically stop himself from grabbing your father by the shoulders and shake him, demanding answers. Out of every man to marry you to, every family to give you to… why did he choose the worst of the worst?

Weren’t there any better options?

Your father goes back to his paperwork, pen gliding across the sheets. “It’s not, but be mindful of your words. No need to give your sister more stress. God knows she’s already tipping on the verge of insanity.”

He doesn’t see the point in lying. Everyone with a brain knows he basically sent you to your early grave - it was only a matter of time until the Agriche family drives you crazy. And that’s putting it lightly.

His reputation as a man and father has been ruined beyond belief. In spite of that, many still pitied him, rumors going around that he was forced to give you away. Others say that he wanted a bit of the power your new in-laws would lend him after the marriage. However, no-one would dare to ask him directly.

“... am I supposed to wish her luck on her new happy marriage? Or should I tell her how lucky she is to get sold into such a wealthy and warm family?”

Slam!

“Zachary (Last name)! Enough. This is a political matter; you won’t understand until you get older.” Your father slammed his palms against the surface of the desk, papers flying and pen dropping to the floor. It rolls under the desk.

“Understand…? What is there to understand? Anyone with a brain cell knows that she won’t last long. Maybe a month if she’s lucky.” Zachary argues back, stomping towards the desk. A staring contest breaks out between the two males - your father is the first to look away.

Running a hand through his greying hair, he heavily breathes out. “Everything will… work out.”

“Work out? What do you mean by that? This isn’t some experiment -”

“Listen,” your father leaves his position to walk towards your brother, grabbing his shoulders. “Your sister is strong. There is no need to worry.”

“She’s as strong as a single match.”

“That’s just rude. But yes, she won’t go crazy… immediately.”

“You just said she’s tipping on the verge of insanity.”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

The argument goes nowhere, both males refusing to back down. Your brother was always hard headed - this wasn’t the first argument that has broken out between father and son, nor will it be the last. However, the context of this one is grave. It involves you.

“Zac,” your father affectionately refers to him by his nickname, “it’s good that you’re worried about your sister. I’m worried too; but now is not the time to think the worst. Right now, you should offer her support… cheer her up.”

What a lousy way of pushing aside the pressing issue.

Zac doesn’t say anything. In the end, he sighs before nodding his head. “Alright. I understand, father.”

Your father accepts his answer. “Good. Now, like I said, do be mindful of what you write. Right now is a sensitive time.”

‘Which means that the Agriche family is going to read through the letter first before giving it to her,’ Zac thinks. Alright, fine. That’s fine.

Not like he practiced writing sugary words with hidden meanings the moment he heard of your engagement. With a teacher he hates but still followed regardless. The results of his teaching better yield positive results. For everyone’s safety - especially your brother’s.

“I’ll tell her how you cried for two hours straight.”

“...Zachary.”

#yandere twtptfob #twtptflob #twtptflob x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #yandere dion agrece x reader #dion agrece #dion agriche x reader #yandere dion x reader #yandere dion agriche x reader #twtptflob smut #dion agrece smut #dion agriche smut #yandere #yandere x reader

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buddierecs · 5 months ago

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post season 7 buddie fics

in honour of season 8 coming out in a few days, here is a list of fics that have been released over the hiatus set post season 7. all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :) also i have tried to avoid the infidelity tag in this list which is hard bc there is a lot of them but if you are interest in that check out these posts: this and this :)

eddie, enraged and envious by: songbvrd "eddie goes through the stages of grief watching buck and tommy together and gets progressively more unhinged as his jealousy builds." word count: 23k important tags: jealous!eddie diaz, slow burn, idiots to lovers, feelings realisation, pre-relationship, panic attacks, mild smut tell you my sins (sharpen your knife) by: symphonysoldier97 "eddie confesses to buck, fucks a priest, and finds his way—not necessarily in that order." word count: 22k important tags: minor eddie diaz/hot priest, getting together, love confessions, jealous!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, service top!evan buckley, church sex the wayward son (pls read tags and notes before reading) by: brewrosemilk "eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. that last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. don’t ask him which." word count: 56k important tags: sexuality crisis, catholic guilt, self-discovery, healing, misunderstandings, group sex, anonymous sex, blow jobs, barebacking, exhibitionism the cat's meow by: 42hrb "eddie adopts a cat and let's himself have good things." word count: 4.2k important tags: cat owner!eddie diaz, love confessions, hand jobs i will eat you alive (there'll be no more lies) by: bxbierat "the slutification of eddie diaz's mustache, courtesy of buck." word count: 8.1k important tags: pre-relationship, drunk sex, dry humping, frottage hand jobs, motorboating, body worship i've got your back by: sammyunhinged a very slow burn fic chronicling the progress of buck and eddie's relationship, buck's parenting journey, and eddie learning to accept himself, in which buck gets injured in an accident and he moves in with eddie and christopher. word count: 110k important tags: slow burn, falling in love, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, coming out, friends to lovers, minor buck/tommy, eventual smut my home is your body by: coldbam "buck and eddie have vastly different nights at pride. then very similar summers." word count: 16k important tags: minor buck/original male characters, minor eddie/original male characters, friends with benefits, getting together, jealous!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, top!evan buckley chase the pain (i'd do it again) by: buckalmighty "eddie keeps kissing buck while they’re drunk and buck kinda can’t stop thinking about it" word count: 10k important tags: idiots in love, drunk kissing, pre-relationship, hurt!evan buckley, getting together, dom/sub, dom!eddie diaz, sub!evan buckley, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz, anal sex i go crazy, see red (series) by: coldbam "this is a disconnected series of one-shots that all have the same theme: unhinged, jealous buck." word count: 23k important tags: jealous!evan buckley, infidelity, love confessions, friends to lovers, blow jobs, bottom!eddie diaz, top!evan buckley, rimming

#buck x eddie fic #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buddie fics #buddie fic rec #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 show #911 fandom #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fanfics #buddie 911 #buck x eddie smut #911 fic rec

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steddieunderdogfics · 30 days ago

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The ultimate Wayne fic to me is always start by pulling him out of the fire by @messessentialist. So much healing and love can be found here 💖 ( @steddieas-shegoes )

start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket

@messessentialist

Rating: Explicit

85,554 words, 10/10 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Coming Out, Injury Recovery, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Supportive Wayne Munson, Protective Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Seriously if you don't love Wayne Munson by the end of this fic then go back and read it again, Eddie Munson has a Bad Father, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, But we don't spend a lot of time on it don't worry, Implied/Referenced Neglect, That one is for both of them, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Protective Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Gay Thoughts, Period-Typical Homophobia, steddiebang23, Post-Season/Series 04, Hair Washing, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Frottage

Summary:

Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. No, wait. That’s not right. That’s Hitchhiker's Guide. Or was it Restaurant at the End of the Universe? Whatever, not important. Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986. Except…he didn’t. He couldn’t have. Because Eddie Munson is currently arguing with himself in his fucking head about sci-fi quotes, which doesn’t feel especially like something that a dead person would have the capacity to do. The bats had killed him. There had been pain, and the sick sensation of tearing flesh. He’d had to swallow past a mouthful of his own blood to tell Henderson he loved him. Surely those were symptoms of imminent death. And yet. On April 1st, 1986, Eddie Munson opens his eyes in a dim hospital room. There’s a gasp from his left, and he tries to turn his head towards the source. “Easy there, kid. They’ve got you trussed up pretty good.” Eddie doesn’t need to see him. He’d know that voice anywhere, in any universe, hell dimension or otherwise. “Uncle Wayne?” A story about the families we find and the love that finds us.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Wayne Munson Fics.

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#steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic recs #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddieunderdogfics #theme weekend #wayne munson #uncle wayne #rated e #friends to lovers #hurt/comfort #canon divergent

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onyxsboxes · 8 days ago

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Third card I got from @mota-collab bingo (you can yours here 🥰) is a 4x4 with NSFW as theme. It was hard to choose just one each time, but it was a lot of fun to go through them again.

(bingo and fills under the cut 😉)

FEMINISATION -> You and me (Against the world) by @pinksiames so good, i love this fic

ORAL -> I know no other way chap 8 by @avonne-writes, love this au 😁

ARMPIT KINK -> knuckleball by @drylite is ✨✨✨

HUMILIATION KINK -> Babygirl by @xmysweetcreaturex, i've never seen the movie, but this fic is amazing to read

BDSM -> Not much of a punishment, is it? by @skyyguy, is reaaaally nice and delicious to read 🤩

FUCK OR DIE -> a chemical reaction by @survivedthenight, full of details and very well written, it's so hot and good 😉

STALAG FUCKING -> Heavy Petting by Stellascoot on AO3, with eager dog-coded bucky

DIRTY TALK -> Oh, I do, do I? by @defnotanarc, buck is a menace and bucky, well, he can't complain much 🤭

SIZE QUEEN -> this post by @brotherwtf, delicious, just delicious

FROTTAGE/SCISSORING -> I'll Always Be In Love With You chap 5 by @c-goldthorn soooo good 🤩

KNOTTING -> we could make it up as we go by @recmeidareya, is an amazing story that takes us on a journey of resilience, love and care after all the horrors they have endured … (this one is less about sex and more about healing but it's so beautiful i couldn't not rec it 🥰)

FIRST TIME SEX -> Looking for Eight by @weimarweekly, i'm still going through it, but it's a delight to read, the characters of Bucky and Gale are incredible and the writing is awesome.

BREEDING KINK -> Keep Me Forever by @oopsiedaisiesbaby it's such hot fic and this au is golden

SOMNOPHILIA -> Don't Forget To Breathe by @fascinationstrt, gale's oral fixation is off the charts while bucky is so gone for him, a delight to read 🤗

THREESOME/GROUP SEX -> Barefoot and Bareback by @soliloquy-dawn, amazing fic with dom Marge and Bucky and sub Gale, i absolutely love their relationship 😍

PRAISE KINK -> Girl, so confusing by @marionettefthjm delicious fic, it got you hooked from the start

What do you think?

#so hard to choose only one #rec #mota collab #mota 1st birthday bingo #mota #it was so fun to do #can't wait to fill another one #clegan #ame reads #🔥🔥🔥

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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 2: Idiots in Love

like today | @dcforts Rating: General Word Count: 1,798 Main Tags/Warnings: Domesticity, Light Angst Summary: Dean is not too bothered. Outside the weather is bad, but the place it’s nearby, the job seems easy and they can be home in time for dinner. And if they hit the traffic, well, Cas will be there. They will be fine.

Call on your future self for advice and assistance | @deliciousblizzardshark Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,136 Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Canon, Crack Treated Seriously, Magic, Mentions of Bottom Dean Winchester, Mentions of panty kink, mentions of spanking, Mentions of healthy diets, Mention of canon-typical racist porno mag, Mention of Exercise, Drinking, Humor, Getting Together, Time Travel (kind of) Summary: After everything and everyone is magically okay, Dean’s not sure how to deal with Castiel’s surprise love confession. At his wit’s end, he decides to cast a spell to bring his future self (or selves, it turns out) to the Bunker for help. The only problem? Future Dean Winchester(s) are still Dean Winchester... and Dean Winchester is an asshole.

The Dadification of Castiel Novak | @Runraerun Rating: General Word Count: 4,780 Main Tags/Warnings: Idiots in love, Canon compliant, rewriting the Cas love confession scene, first kiss, growing old together, Cas has a hard time reading faces, prosopagnosia, Castiel is Jack Kline’s parent, Castiel and Dean Winchester need to use their words, Castiel and Dean Winchester use their words, We can have nice things, fluff, Sam teasing Dean as is his god given right as his little brother, team free will 2.0. No warnings apply. Summary: When one of Cas’ old I.D.’s gets rejected, Sam and Dean tell him afterwards it’s because his picture is outdated—but this doesn’t make any sense, Castiel explains; Angel vessels don’t age. Dean has to break it to Cas that he doesn’t look like he’s in his 20’s anymore.

You Will Get Wet | @notastupidbird Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,858 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, 5+1 Things, Comedy, Food Service Worker Dean Winchester, Lifeguard Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Idiots in Love, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, First Kiss, First Time, Frottage, Theme Parks, Waterpark, Early Aughts, POV Dean Winchester Summary: The summer of 2003 could more accurately be described as the summer from Hell. It was Dean's second year working in concessions at the local water park which meant it was his second year of sunburn, screaming children, wet dollar bills, and having to stare at Cas, the unbearably hot lifeguard stationed directly across from his stand. Or, five times Dean completely failed at trying to talk to his summer crush plus the one time he didn't have to.

as for prophecies, they will pass away (WIP) | @danishdeity Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,208 Main Tags/Warnings: Slow burn, fix-it, angst and hurt/comfort, mutual pining, explicit sexual content, masturbation, Summary: Dean has worked tirelessly to bring Castiel back from the Empty, but once he finally manages, he just avoids Cas. Dean is determined to give Cas a shot at a happy life, but in order to do that, maybe he has to step back? But having Cas around all the time stirs some thoughts and a lot of panic.

Icarus to Your Certainty (WIP) | @Miaintheimpala Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 9,842 Main Tags/Warnings: POV Castiel (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural), Tooth-rotting Fluff, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Castiel and Dean Winchester Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Are Jack Kline's Parents, Castiel and Dean Winchester Are Claire Novak's Parents, Jack Is Not God, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Idiots in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious Sam Winchester, Angst With A Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, Fix-it Summary: Icarus and Castiel both flew to their suns and fell. They both lost their wings and drowned, but there's one difference between these two stories: after being drowned in the depths of The Shadow, Castiel wakes up on a concrete floor.

Phantom Manor On the Hill of Big Thunder Mountain | @melancholictearz Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 18,274 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Amusement Park, Dean Wears a Cowboy Hat, Cowboy!Dean, Ghost Butler!Castiel, Summer Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Meet-Cute Summary: A PLACE WHERE ERAS AND CENTURIES MERGE INTO A SUMMER STORY. Dean struts around Frontierland in cowboy boots and a hat all day for a living— that’s what his summer job is about, at Big Thunder Mountain attraction in the Far West-themed area of Disneyland Parks. He’s pleased with his current life as it is, until his eyes fall on Castiel, the new haunted butler working at Phantom Manor ride next door. Only a lake separates the two rides but Dean’s inability to stay normal in front of his crush might be the biggest obstacle in the whole painting.

Fanfictionland | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,165 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternative universe jumping, canonverse, idiots in love, mutual pining, cowboys, pirates, regency era, medieval, comedy, fanfic writers, TFW 2.0, season 8. Summary: Imagine a destiel writer with the power of one of the tablets. Imagine that destiel shipper writer trying to make Destiel canon, using different ideas. Now, imagine Dean and Castiel jumping from fic to fic, following the script, tropes and AUs we all know while Sam, Kevin and Becky try to stop that mess. Yep, someone had to do it...

The Architect Of Fate | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23,446 Main Tags/Warnings: Magic, modern setting, fate architect!Castiel, first meetings, character development, winged Castiel, pining, falling in love, top!Castiel/bottom!Dean Winchester, miscommunication Summary: Dean Winchester tries to live his life without any attachments as he looks for the perfect job that brings him money and prestige. But things are not going well for him following the path he decides to make. His luck changes when he meets Naomi, the leader of the Fate Architect Corporation. He only has to fill a form with the life of his dreams, and follow the instructions Castiel will give him, as his assigned Architect. It's time for Dean to get the life he deserves and get the perfect job and the perfect girlfriend. If only Castiel wasn't that beautiful, he could perfectly focus on his targets. Or… How a grumpy and professional Architect of Fate, named Castiel, has to lead with a stubborn and noisy human.

White Lightning (WIP) | @scatterbugged Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24,941 Main Tags/Warnings: top!Dean, Bottom!Cas, Castiel's Grace, Touch-Starved DeanCas, Mutual Pining, Anxiety, Post season 15, AU, Castiel Has Sensitive Wings, Love Confessions, Dean Being Stupid, Dean and his Self-Worth Issues, Anal Sex, Dean and Cas in the Bunker Summary: It started in the kitchen, he thinks, the bursting of this weirdo thing they have between the two of them. Maybe the kitchen's the wrong spot to pinpoint- maybe it was those years ago, stood in an old, dank barn gripping fear and that demon blade. Or, rather, it was before all that, with Dean cutting folks up on the racks and carving out those rictus faces, and Cas still thinking he was worth saving anyway. Wherever it was- Dean thinks now, it really started to break in the kitchen, after everything else is said and done, and when it ends up spilling, he'll be left alone to clean up the mess. - or - Castiel's a little bit human, a little bit angel nowadays ever since he got spit out of the Empty, and both his body and his grace are still adjusting. Dean's more than willing to help his buddy out.

Indeana Jones and the Tear of Pele | @amaranthhiding Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,679 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Beach Vacation, Adventure, Hawaiian Mythology, Fallen Angel Castiel, Humor, Light Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Mystery, Castiel's True Form, Castiel's Wings, Mutual Pining, Dean in Denial, Dean Makes Up Ridiculous Excuses for Touch, Castiel Uses Sarcasm, Castiel Goes Missing, Castiel and Dean Save Each Other, First Kiss, First Time, Grace-Powered Orgasm, Post-Season 11 Canon Divergence, DCRB 2024 Summary: What starts as a relaxing beach vacation in Hawai’i turns into a journey of self-discovery for Castiel and Dean. To save the world from the Darkness, they both faced what they thought to be their imminent demise and came out the other side very much still alive. So now they have to ponder the really big questions, such as what a bucket list is, what place in the world a fallen angel has, and how Indiana Jones ever managed to keep that hat on his head. The island seems to have a way of making the barrier of touch crumble to dust until they're sliding toward the edge of something new and fragile between them that neither of them dares to put a name to, lest it might disappear. When what really disappears is Castiel, there's very little Dean wouldn't do to get the angel back.

Even The Chicken is Gay | @avonlady42 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 53,730 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Chicken, Dean and Castiel are clueless, top castiel/bottom Dean Winchester, switching, marriage, mile high club, smut, adoption Summary: Their senior year in high school, Charlie dares Dean and Castiel to play a game of gay chicken which they both reluctantly accept. Their friends wait impatiently to see who will chicken out first, but they’ve all given up on that happening when they show up to their 20-year high school reunion having been married for 14 years and both of them still thinking they are straight and in denial that they are in love with each other. This is based on a prompt from a meme on the Destiel forever Facebook group: In high school I was dared to play “gay chicken,” which is where two straight guys pretend to be gay, and the first one to chicken out loses. The other guy and I are really stubborn, and neither one of us wanted to lose. We’ve been married 14 years and run a bed and breakfast in Vermont with our adopted daughter. If that dude doesn’t chicken out soon, I’m going to start to suspect he’s actually gay.

My Cryo Sleeping Beauty | @thefandomsinhalor Rating: Explicit Word Count: 55,356 Main Tags/Warnings: Space AU, Action/Adventure, Torture, Gabriel Is The Narrator, Humor, Misunderstandings, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Denial, Hunted, Flirting, Minor Sabriel, Summary: Let me tell you a story about two adorable, yet frustrating, knuckleheads in love. We got Dean Winchester of Venandi, who wakes up on an unknown spaceship with a half-naked man in his arms, and no memory of how this happened. Cuddling him oh-so lovingly, we have, fresh out of cryo sleep, prisoner James Novak, who is equally confused about his whereabouts and to find Dean sharing a bed with him. Now, prisoner Novak is really Castiel, an old acquaintance of Dean’s and his real identity appears to be only known by Dean. That’s when the mercenary Henriksen, doing Empress Amara’s bidding, stumbles upon them and crashes their little (freak out) moment. While dealing with Castiel’s mysterious past and Dean’s personal and urgent quest, they have no choice but to work side by side as they banter away to escape from everyone’s clutches and find out what really happened. I know you might be skeptical. People often ask me, “How in all the stars do you possibly know all of this, Gabe?” The answer is very simple: I’m part of the story! I witnessed first hand their tribulations and lovey-dovey looks. Well, some part of it. As for the rest…Well I’m all about tall tales.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2024 #idiots in love #destiel #fanfic #supernatural

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wannab-urs · 6 months ago

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Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 41

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Hello and welcome to The Spreadsheet Digest, a weekly(ish) fic rec list. This is everything I've read in the past week. There's a wide variety of vibes here, so be sure to check tags carefully. Summaries and tags are provided by the author unless they didn't include them -- then I add them myself.

Volatile a Dave York one shot by @javier-pena

Dave moves in with you and your husband after his divorce to help him get back on his feet.

Dirty Laundry a Dave York one shot by @taeslarityy

it’s a hot august week at the york’s lake house, which also happens to be the week you and your husband got married one year ago. your father in law — dave york — finds you changing in the laundry room and decides to give you a celebration of his own.

father-in-law dave york, infidelity, dubcon, NON-CON, age gap (reader is 21, dave is nearing 50), SMUT 18+, heavy degradation(whore, slut, bitch), humiliation, dumbification, unprotected piv, sir kink, rough face-fucking, forced creampie, talk of pregnancy, reader is under the impression that she endures forced impregnation, hair pulling, slapping, spanking, semi naive reader, dave is not a cutesy nice man in this.. he honestly has no concern for readers feelings or pleasure. so please, if themes like dubious consent + non-con + blatant cheating are not ur forte, protect ur peace and scroll away!!

The Stranger the Better a Dieter one shot by @seventeenpins

Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic.

uhhhh this one has a whole lot: importantly--TENTACLES!, lots of viscous body fluids, slight dubcon due to tentacles with a mind of their own??, buckets of cum, piv, tiv 👀, dieter is a switch, sex parasite, anal, masturbation, body horror, idk they're freaks and it's great, reader has a vulva but gendered language is not used

Keep Me Warm an Ezra/No. 2 one shot by @morallyinept

Stranded on the Green moon together, after Ezra's ship has been taken from him, Ezra and Number Two share body heat to stay warm during the cold night. Or, the prequel to Prospect nobody asked for...

Frottage/jerking off/a smidge of oral/Ezra taking liberties - all consensual, even though Number Two doesn't speak/some fluff thrown in because Ezra is just a lovable scamp. 🥰 This is male-on-male shenanigans, if that bothers you, we can't be fwends. We bask in the rainbow here. 🌈 I've used some actual Prospect script dialogue towards the end.

Stretch a Joel/Dieter/reader one shot by @sp00kymulderr

Dieter introduces you to his yoga instructor.

M for mentions of sex. AU in which Joel is very flexible. Dieter is a menace. Daydreaming about a threesome. Reader is able bodied/takes part in a yoga class. No use of pronouns for reader but they are called babe & baby.

Lock the Gate a Joel series by @almostfoxglove

You're less than enthusiastic when your uncle's partner Frank invites two strangers from the Boston QZ to your compound to trade. Joel Miller proves just as callous as you and brutishly stubborn—but after a cutting first impression, a bloody inconvenience, and a long walk through infested woods, you're not sure if the fire you carry for him is actually hate.

Canon typical violence, injury, gore, and body horror. (Eventual) smut. Reference of the death of a child, the death of a spouse, and brief mention of past suicide (an OC). Bitter allies to lovers.

Cover Me Up a Joel series by @almostfoxglove

You've learned what it takes to survive the end of the world: complete isolation. Sheer, stubborn self-reliance. But when you spare the lives of two kids who break into your isolated cabin in the woods, they lead you back to their settlement in Jackson. Four years later, you're a solitary but respected pillar of Jackson's close-knit community when Tommy's brother Joel shows up unannounced, kid in tow. You think nothing of him or the kid. You like your quiet life. Too bad it won't stay quiet for long.

Description of and reference to canon-typical violence, gore, illness, and body horror. Descriptions of / mention of panic attacks. Explicit smut, allusions to smut. Reference to pregnancy (NOT reader), childbirth (NOT reader), the death of a child, and the death of a sibling.

Don't You Ever Grow Up a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Joel experiences many emotions as Sarah reaches the childhood milestone of getting her “big girl” bed.

FLUFF and like the kind of angst that makes you smile

Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction

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Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Night after night, General Naruto grapples with nightmares from the battlefield, haunted by the specter of war and its horrors. Luckily, Queen Hinata has a special knack for soothing him, knowing just how to ease his mind and make him feel all better.

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Hinata Hyūga goes by many names as ruler.

But many hailed her as the formidable Ice Queen.

During the medieval era, centuries ago, the world was ruled by brutal principles of survival—conquer or be conquered, kill or be killed.

In this unforgiving world, the stakes were high, leaving no room for mistakes or hesitation. Any sign of weakness was quickly snuffed out, often resulting in a quick and merciless death.

Strength was the ultimate arbiter of one's fate.

Compassion was a dangerous liability, and only those with a ruthless disposition had any hope of thriving.

Ambition fueled every action, every scheme, and every grand vision.

Alliances were fragile, easily shattered by the ever-present threat of betrayal, making loyalty a rare but precious commodity.

It was a harsh world where the only true currency that held value was power.

And Hinata Hyūga possessed a wealth of it.

Immense power.

But it was never enough.

The entirety of Hinata's reign was defined by her unwavering ambition, an insatiable hunger for more and more power.

That same drive, that relentless desire to rise above all others, coursed through her veins, a legacy that had been passed down through generations of greatness in the esteemed Hyūga royal lineage.

As ruler, her father had been great, as had his father before him, and so on and so forth.

And now….

Hinata, too, embodied that same greatness.

She was a force of nature, a cold-hearted bitch that struck fear into the hearts of all who came across her, hell, even to those who just heard about her conquests.

She conquered kingdoms with absolutely no problem, extending her empire far and wide without fail or mercy.

Her strategic brilliance and unrelenting pursuit of power earned her a reputation as a ruler who tolerated no resistance—a reputation Hinata flaunted proudly, with her tits thrust forward and her head held high.

Kingdoms fell like dominos in her path, their banners absorbed into the ever-growing tapestry of her empire, each now bearing the emblem of the Hyūga dynasty.

When her army marched forth, destruction was only promised.

Fields were left behind strewn with the fallen.

Streets ran red with blood.

Kingdoms and cities fell to ruin.

Kings were overthrown.

Her enemies' subjects subdued, their cries of defiance silenced by the swift and merciless hand of the Hyūga army.

Rebellions arose in kingdoms far and wide in Hinata's name.

Seeds were sown, alliances were made, thus, the Hyūga dynasty expanded.

That is how it always should go in Hinata's eyes.

To Hinata, it was all simply a game, one of laughs and fucking giggles to her.

It came easy to her.

Being queen.

Being a leader.

Being a conqueror.

She navigated a world dominated by men like it was child's play, effortlessly assuming the role of a leader just as well as any man.

She moved with a grace and precision that earned her respect and fear in equal measure, solidifying her place as a dominant force that won't rest till all bowed before her.

But Hinata was more than just that.

She wasn't merely a monarch defined by the clash of swords; not just a woman born from a lineage of blood and conquest.

She wasn't just a fearsome ruler capable of instilling terror with just a glance, who gets what she wants with just a command.

Not in the slightest.

Hinata stood as an ethereal beauty, her presence a whispered legend that traversed kingdoms both far and wide.

She was no ordinary mortal, not just any woman; she was one that embodied grace and refinement, a living manifestation of elegance that inspired awe in all who gazed upon her.

Her eyes, lavender in hue and pupil-less—an unique trait shared only among the Hyūgas—held a depth that spoke of wisdom beyond her years.

Her smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest of chambers, and her beauty was a force to be reckoned with—a weapon wielded with the allure of a siren, capable of captivating even the most hardened of hearts.

"Fools." She would always sneer.

Whispers reverberated her name, ensuring that she remained the focal point of every conversation.

From the grand halls of courtiers to the bustling camps of warriors and the humble villages of common folk, all tongues wagged about her.

Even amongst her own people who proudly carried the Hyūga banner, discussions about her were rife—whether they had caught a mere glimpse of her, heard tales of her exploits, or were merely fueled by rumors.

Everyone wanted her.

But they always wanted something from her.

Courtiers lusted after her in hopes of being crowned as kings.

Warriors vied for her favor, yearning for a chance to spend just a night with her.

And a simple commoner, bless their hearts, sought her out with a wish to be freed from the chains of poverty and misfortune.

But no.

No one can have her.

Hinata remained untouched.

A closed-off fortress, one might even describe.

Hinata was a woman of independence, resolute in her choice to rule alone, free from the influence of any man.

A queen who answered to no one.

A queen that bowed down to no one…

only to herself.

Alone, untouched by love's embrace, her sole ambition was to reign supreme, a quest that consumed her every waking thought.

That's all that mattered to her.

And she was content with that…

well…

at least on the surface.

Because amidst the blood-soaked battlefields and the cold stone walls of her fortress, Hinata harbored a secret.

A forbidden secret.

It was a love that went against everything she believed in and stood for, challenging her vow to shun love from her heart entirely.

It was a love that persistently gnawed at the corners of her mind, fueling an insatiable desire to savor its forbidden sweetness with every passing moment, be it day or night.

It was a love that dwelled within her that threatened to unravel the carefully constructed facade she presented to the world, a delicate balance that teetered on the edge of collapse.

A love that was for…

Naruto Uzumaki.

Her most loyal and courageous general.

He was the only man who possessed the power of thawing the heart of the Ice Queen, of kindling her flame.

He, and only he, was the one Hinata longed for, the sole object of her burning desire.

Naruto was many things: a jack of all trades, a wild card, a man truly one of a kind.

Hinata knew that from the first moment she laid eyes on him.

With his unwavering loyalty and unparalleled skill in warfare, he stood by her side as her most trusted advisor and also the leader of her formidable army.

He was the very man who guided the Hyūga troops into battle.

Without fear.

Without hesitation.

Without mercy.

Just like his queen.

The battlefield was his domain, a territory Naruto claimed without hesitation, fearlessly commanding the front lines better than any man.

He led with a ferocity that mirrored his queen's, rushing into battle, ready to slaughter anyone who stood on the other side. It didn't matter who his enemies were; nobles, seasoned warriors, or mere foot soldiers—none were spared from his wrath.

He cut through the lot of them like it was nothing, happily killing in Hinata's name.

And each time, the result was the same; each battle's end unchanged.

Naruto emerged victorious.

Time and time again.

Naruto stood as the driving force behind every triumph that echoed throughout the current Hyūga dynasty, a harbinger of inevitable victory for the Hyūga forces.

A man who single-handedly instilled fear on the battlefields and beyond.

Many called him the warrior of warriors.

Others referred to him as the bearer of grim gifts.

For it was he who had happily made it a tradition to present his queen with the grisly spoils of war upon her throne after every battle—the severed heads of her enemies.

A morbid treat, but one that he knew delighted his queen like none other.

Naruto's loyalty to Hinata extended beyond mere duty; it was a deep-seated commitment, ingrained in every fiber of his being.

Every step he took was for her.

Every thought was consumed by her.

Every decision he made was for her.

And every battle won was for her.

Naruto sought nothing.

He sought nothing in return from his queen.

He harbored no desire for the benefits her status as queen or her unparalleled beauty could bestow upon him.

His loyalty was unconditional, dedicated solely to her and her cause. Naruto existed solely to ensure her success, to safeguard her sovereignty, and to defend her at any expense.

And Hinata appreciated his devotion beyond measure.

No one could rival the bond shared between them, a connection forged in the fires of battle and sealed with the blood of their enemies.

To commemorate their victories, they would eagerly retreat to the comfort of their bed chambers, to hide from the world within the embrace of one another's arms. There, Hinata would shed her gowns, and Naruto, his armor, and fuck like there was no tomorrow, relishing in the sweet sensation of their naked bodies pressing against each other.

And in those tender moments they spent together, they were allowed the freedom to shed their masks, baring their souls freely to one another. Then, naked and safe within the confines of their bedrooms, they revealed a side of themselves never before seen from the outside world.

Naruto let go of his stoic mask and revealed his softer side.

Hinata shed her icy exterior and allowed herself to be vulnerable.

She showed Naruto the depths of her passion, allowed him to be more than just her sword, teaching him how to cherish the moments stolen from the chaos of their conquests.

Amidst it all, only their stolen glances and kisses were the traces of their hidden affair.

Only their bedroom walls knew of the profound love they had for one another.

They understood the risks.

As queen and general, they were aware of the potential havoc that could be wrought if their forbidden relationship were to be exposed to the world.

They were aware of how their love had the potential to jeopardize the solid foundations of the empire they had worked tirelessly to build.

War and love was usually a precarious balance, after all.

But for them, it worked.

Risk or not…

Forbidden or not, they were happy.

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And so, together, they ruled with ice and fire, their love a force that could not be conquered, even by the mightiest of empires.

— (⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☾ 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ☽₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆)

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tangerinesgirl · 2 years ago

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Sole-Mates

AFAB!Reader x Marquis Vincent de Gramont

Word count: <1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, degradation, frottage, squirting, exhibitionism, Marquis being a dom asshole yet again but it's sexy so it's fine

Summary: you and the Marquis attend a party, he has business on the mind, you have other ideas

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The whole room went silent as you both entered. This was the first time you've been to a public event with the Marquis. He made sure it was special and got you a stunning black glittery dress tailor made, matching the material used in his suit. You both shine brighter than the lights in the dimly lit ballroom, no wonder you caught the eyes of all the guests.

As you walked past, people started to whisper and gossip; "who does she think she is?", "why would the Marquis bring a nobody as his date?", "matching outfits? So cliché". Even though you blushed from embarrassment at the attention, you found it quite a turn on. You squeezed the Marquis' hand as he guided you to the host of the party. He introduced himself, you curtsied. This was a common theme throughout the party as he introduced you to everyone of importance.

Later, everyone, just under a hundred people you think, all sit down in the dining hall. You were taking in your surroundings the entire time, the place was covered in murals and paintings. A few people scoffed and muttered under their breath when they noticed you do this. You glared at them and they looked away, avoiding your gaze. You think they were more scared of the Marquis than you. You were also a little scared of the Marquis, but you found him fascinating. You had been seeing each other privately for a few weeks, mostly as a casual sex/sugar baby/daddy relationship.

After a quick toast, the guests all relaxed and started their own conversations. The Marquis was straight into business with the host of the party. Admittedly, you did tune out most of the conversation, but the Marquis had a wonderful way with words and you found the way he would negotiate with people a huge turn on. No one cared about making conversation with you so you were bored very quickly. Then you decided to have a bit of fun. Your hand left the table and drifted to the Marquis' thigh, you gave it a quick pinch. He was unaffected by this, deep in his business conversation, so you trailed up a bit higher...slowly... You reached his crotch and gave a gentle squeeze. The Marquis snapped around and glared at you, announcing to his host that he had to be excused to go to the bathroom.

You're pretty sure that was a cue to follow him, but you had to wait to be less suspicious. You played with the profiteroles on your plate a bit, and then announced to the table to be excused.

You found the Marquis quite quickly, and he dragged you into a bathroom, then into a stall. He reached above you to slam the door closed, and locked it with his other hand. His stance only making it possible to look directly into his eyes. "If you can't keep your thoughts to yourself, this will be the last time I take you anywhere. You're making a complete display of yourself. Everyone thinks you're a whore and you're proving them right", he spits at you. You are embarrassed by his words, and the fact that you have no idea if anyone else is in this bathroom. You're too taken aback to say anything so you just shrug and look down. He pulls on your hair and you let out a little yelp. "Don't shrug, it's impolite, use your words. Say "Sorry Marquis, it won't happen again"". You repeat it. "That's a good girl. Now... I want you to ride my shoes." You were too stunned to speak. "Think of it as a punishment. I also want to see just how horny you are without me even touching you". You narrow your eyes slightly but you're still oddly intrigued by the idea, since this is the only action you may be getting tonight since he is in a bad mood.

You kneel down in front of him, hiking your dress up. You start to grind on his shoes. The Marquis notices something, "you're not wearing any underwear?", he lets out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, "you're such a slut". His degradation sends tingles down your spine, you shouldn't be turned on by them but you can't help it. Your focus changes to his shoes, the laces rubbing against you as you try and angle yourself just right for it to hit your cli- AH! You find the spot and let out a moan louder than you thought.

The Marquis doesn't tell you to quieten down or covers your mouth, he likes seeing how desperate you are, and wants everyone to hear. "Dirty girl. Keep going." You moan at his words and the sensation of the laces rubbing against you, you're close already and the Marquis knows it. "I want you to come on my shoes, like the slut you are. You don't deserve an actual fuck", that sends you over the edge and you come instantly. As you arch your back, he pulls on your hair again, sending you into overdrive, as you squirt all over his shoes.

The Marquis looks impressed, but, also staying in character, disgusted at the same time. He lets go of you and you lean back on the stall door catching your breath. You look down at his shoe and the wet patch coming from it. He steps over you, unlocking the door, and leaves. He doesn't clean his shoe, he leaves it, so people can see the art you've left behind.

#bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont #bill skarsgard #marquis vincent de gramont #reader x marquis de gramont #reader #john wick chapter 4 #john wick #john wick 4 #vincent de gramont

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