#who knew a man in sweat pants would melt my brain

[chronically-ghosted]

Self Promo Tag Game

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍 @idolatrybarbie has tagged me and unknowingly written out my tbr pile for the break

Recovery Road - dieter x f!reader. my first multichapter fic for the fandom and honestly some of my best work

Little Monsters - dieter x f!reader. daddy dieter is now a permanent fixture in my brain.

Go On, I Dare Ya - javier peña x f!reader. an older one that i FINALLY moved over from my old blog. Genuinely shocked by the reception of it, especially from folks that I know have read it before.

in another life - frankie morales x f!reader. this is just my personal love letter to the sweet dude in my life (and to frankie of course). all the problems in the house were real life problems we had to fix with our first house, so it's pretty personal. also, getting dicked down on the kitchen table 🤌🤌

you maybe dead, but i'm still pretty - max phillips x f!reader. not only is this one of the kinkier things i've written, but this is also a celebration of 14 year old taylor who was obsessed with buffy the vampire slayer, and therefore spike. as @spookyxsam so rudely identified, it seems i have a type 😞

i joined this fandom back in august of this year and cannot believe how much smut fic i have written, so this was really fun to go back and look at how far we've come! 🤍

and in addition to writing so much smut fic, i have met some lovely people! tagging: @suzdin @trulybetty @iamskyereads @northernwindd @northernwindd @pr0ximamidnight

[greenishghostey]

imagine eddie plus amazon position

Took some creative liberties with the position, but it worked out in the end (I hope)!

Note: this is filth, again. Also, it's kinda long....

18+ Content MDNI

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You were used to Eddie suggesting some adventurous stuff to try out during sex. He thought you didn’t know about the Heavy Metal magazines stuffed under his bed. 

But you’d seen it all. Robots, monsters, aliens, the whole nine yards - all surprisingly well illustrated. There was one issue that had a woman and a tentacle monster-thing which probably shouldn’t have had you nodding while reading it, but oh well. 

So, when Eddie suggested the unfamiliar position to you, he also had a visual aid to help win you over. The man was on his back with his head thrown back, flushed neck bared to the woman on top of him. His eyes were rolling back into his skull as sound effects indicated the pace and sounds coming from their fucking. His knees were pulled tightly into his sweating chest while the woman - who looked suspiciously similar to you - rode his cock until they were both delirious and panting like animals in heat. 

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"God fu-fucking damn it. Babe, c'mon, please."

"You're doing so good, though. Just need to get you a little more warmed up, okay?" You sang, using your own legs to keep Eddie's spread wide. Your hands were covered in lube that was originally cold, sliding and stroking Eddie's cock. He had been whining for the last fifteen minutes - not above begging you to sit on his dick. But that wasn't the deal. If he wanted you in the position he asked for, then he was going to have to work a little harder for it. 

The slick squelching from Eddie fucking your hands was obscene and so loud. It mixed with the hot panting of your breath and the string of groans and curses from him. Eddie had taken to throwing one arm over his eyes because if he looked down at you, the fun would be over within seconds. 

You liked that you had such an effect on him; there was something intimate yet animalistic about it. You craved it in a similar way that he craved you. Most of the time, Eddie chased your orgasm before his own. Huffing filthy promises and praise while pulling your legs onto his shoulders and grinning as you gripped the sheets with white knuckles. But sometimes, he wanted to be roughed up a little. Brought to the precipice of release, only to be held there for as long as you saw fit. 

“You’re making the sheets all wet.” You observed through heavy-lidded eyes. Eddie was an absolute fucking mess. His thick cock was glistening in the low light of his room while his balls were sticky and heavy. You had to stamp down the urge to let him fuck your mouth and empty himself down your throat. But you had agreed to ride him - or rather, fuck yourself on him.  

“I can fucking hear it.” Eddie groaned, moving his arm from his eyes as he glanced downwards. “Christ, fuck, aren’t you done yet?” His face had such a pretty rosy flush to it. 

“Wanna make you feel extra special tonight.” You hummed. His eyes were boring into your skull; you could almost feel the fire of his gaze. You knew you were pushing your luck, but it was too fun to pass up. 

Eddie’s reaction time was always a little too good when he had a set goal. He sat up on one shakey elbow and grabbed the back of your head, bringing your face mere centimetres from his. Eddie was staring at you, unblinking like you were the only thing in the entire world - and he wanted it so bad. 

“You’re done. Now.” Eddie smirked with clenched teeth. 

The fact that he still had enough brain power to talk was impressive. Additionally, the grip he had on your hair, keeping your head in place, was making you sweat and squirm. 

“I’m gonna lie back, you’re gonna sit all pretty on my dick, and then you can go back to being in charge. Got it?” Eddie always knew just the right thing to say. He knew you almost too well, knew just how to make you melt. The guy was in love; it looked good on him. 

You returned his smirk with a giddy smile and an enthusiastic nod. Eddie got himself comfortable again, arranging himself with his legs nearly to his chest. 

You had to wonder if this is what he liked so much about you in that position. The unrestricted view of everything, the heat of seeing vulnerability. The trust of it all was sort of heartwarming. Putting aside the fact that Eddie had gotten this idea from a porno comic. 

His swollen, slick cock twitched as you got yourself comfortable, placing your hands on the backs of Eddie’s thighs. Teasing the leaking tip against your clit was a sweet relief. Finally, you got some of the friction. A guttural moan fell from your lips as you watched the head slip into your cunt. 

Sharp nails dug into Eddie’s legs as you firmly sat on his cock. “You’re so fucking deep like this.” You sighed, the stretch of him finally settling into your drooling cunt. 

“You love it deep, huh?” Eddie groaned, the sweet relief of finally being inside you washing over him in waves. One of his hands gripped your ass, helping you keep balance while also massaging the fat. “Sh-shit even brought the nails out and everything. You sit there for just a little longer, ‘kay?” 

A noise between a moan and a shriek rolled from your throat as Eddie started toying with your clit. He alternated between slow circles, quick slaps, and slippery flicks. The mix of your wet, the lube and his precum creamed at the base of Eddie’s cock - the squelching of it becoming even messier. 

“This isn’t supposed to be about me.” You whined, head rolling to one side as a particularly harsh flick made you keen. 

“Well, this part is. So, keep screaming.” Eddie moaned, slapping at your soaked cunt when you tried to move your hips on him. 

You had a feeling that this night would be a “fight for the upper hand” sort of night. Those happened sometimes when you were both in a sort of feral mood, and both wanted to be on top. Eddie never let sex just be about him, even for a minute or two. 

So, you would need to put him in his place. Like he wanted since his knees were nearly crushed to his sweaty chest. The demon head tattoo staring at you only spurred you on more. 

Your nails returned to digging into the backs of Eddie’s thighs - catching him off guard and making a small line of drool leave his lips. The grinding of your hips got harder as you massaged your g-spot with his cock. 

“Know what? This is about me - god, fuck - hold still for me.” 

Eddie’s wet fingers were still on your clit, but only applied pressure for you to move on. His moans had returned to being closer to whines as he stared at you fucking yourself. He wouldn’t be able to thrust up at all from the position he was in. He was at your mercy, and he loved it. 

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yes.” Eddie chanted, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth. “Your pussy feels so fucking - oh god, oh god.” 

You were shifting between grinding and bouncing now. The sopping drag of Eddie’s cock was simultaneously too much and not enough. “What was that? My pussy feels what?” You groaned, trying to keep your voice somewhat stern and even. 

“So fucking wet, and messy, and - and, Jesus.” Eddie slurred. He felt like he was losing his mind. The tension in his thighs, your nails dragging on his skin and the creamy warmth of your cunt. It was all driving him up the wall as his heart started to hammer. 

“We’re gonna make a mess together,” you purred, legs beginning to shake. “You can cum deep, yeah? Can you do that for me, Eddie?”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie whined, his hair stuck to his face with sweat. “Anything you want, baby. Anything.” 

You grinned, grinding faster and harder until the mattress started to creak. The circles of your hips were messy, but it didn’t matter anymore. The man under you looked like a wreck in the best way possible. He was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back; beads of sweat were rolling down his neck, and the noises. The noises were a mixture of grunts and moans as he clumsily played with your clit and tried to hold off cumming before you. After a few grounding breaths, Eddie kicked himself into high gear again.

“You love this, don't ya?” He panted, doubling down on the rough circles to your sticky clit. “Just been waiting to get back on top of me and losing your fucking mind.” 

“Just promise you’ll cum with me.” Your voice was hoarse and whimpering. The sweet relief was so close; you just needed Eddie to keep talking. “Promise me, Eddie.”

“Promise. God, fuck - I promise.”

Eddie started to moan and laugh up at you - it wasn’t mocking laughter, he was just having a really good time. The hand massaging your ass moved to deliver a sharp smack to the already raw skin - his laughter getting louder when you whined. You retaliate by scratching your nails down his thighs again, making him shiver and his cock twitch inside you. 

The push and pull continued for who knows how long. It could have been seconds; it could have been minutes. A smack was met with a scratch, and a whine was met with a shiver. Both of you were soaked, and the slick noises were just so right. 

Your knees almost gave out, “I’m gonna cum, Eddie, c’mon, c’mon.” You babbled, slamming your cunt down onto his cock. Your orgasm ripped through you in an instant, jaw hanging open and a low scream filling the dim bedroom.

“‘Atta girl.” Eddie slurred, his voice melting into a series of groans of ‘fuck’ as he emptied himself inside your hot, slick walls. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave handprints, but that just made it all the better.

[ghostofaboy]

Stress Release

Summary: Frankie has had a stressful day and unwinds in the shower.

Pairing: Frankie Morales Rating: Explicit | Word count: 653

Warnings: Masturbation, tiny bit of cum eating

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This was a request from @for-a-longlongtime as part of my 200 Follower Celebration. 

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Throwing his cap down onto the bed, Frankie let out a long sigh. Today had been a crappy and seemed to dragged on for what felt like years. Asshole customer after asshole customer had been directed his way by an overwhelmed new manager who know all too well that Frankie knew far more about cars than he ever would. Pulling his t-shirt up over his head, Frankie tossed the sweat drenched clothing over at his laundry basket a little harder than he intended, cursing under his breath as it hit the rim, knocking the wicker hamper over.

Fuck, he was tired. And stressed. Too stressed to eat right now, despite knowing he probably should. Pulling off his jeans, Frankie threw them across the room to join the rest of his clothes on top of the spilt pile of clothes. Finally naked, Frankie ran a hand down his body as he looked around the room for his pajama bottoms. Idly playing with his soft cock, Frankie wandered over to his bed, intent on grabbing the soft gray shorts when he stopped. 

Tugging on his slowly hardening length, Frankie smiled to himself. He knew exactly how to kill two birds with one stone. He could destress and clean up at the same time. Still casually stroking himself, Frankie padded silently out of the bedroom to his bathroom. 

Switching on the shower, Frankie waited a couple of seconds for the water to get to the temperature he liked before stepping in. The hot water hitting his skin was an immediate relief after a long day and Frankie found himself letting out a contented sigh. After washing himself he knew he’d be feeling more like himself, but looking down at his twitching erection, Frankie smile. First things first.

Normally Frankie liked to take his time when he jerked off, savoring as he played with his balls, tugging on them in time with his pumps. He loved teasing himself with toys until he couldn’t take anymore, enjoying the rush as he spilled his seed over himself. But that would have to wait. Right now was about need. It was about function. He needed to cum.

Gripping his cock with his right hand Frankie began to pump, slowly at first setting an easy relaxed rhythm as he reached up to play with a nipple with the other hand. Already the arousal was pooling inside him, the stress of the day gradually becoming replaced with an urgent need for release. With each stroke of his shaft, Frankie bucked his hips, thrusting into his fist, letting the pleasure grow steadily.

Soon the rhythmic pumps gave way to more frantic stokes, hard erratic jerks of his thick cock that fed the fire burning in his core. His head swam with filthy, lewd images, some of his usual favorite and some newly discovered. A young man on his knees, mouth open and ready to swallow Frankie’s seed. A curvy woman with bright eyes playing with her tits as she watched him put on a show for him. 

The thrum of dizzying lust seemed to feed on the hot water, adding to the heady anticipation rather than washing it away. As his legs began to tremble, Frankie pinched his eyes shut as he continued to mercilessly tug himself closer to the edge. Groaning and panting, Frankie’s imagined partner’s melted away as the static overtook his brain, until there was only the hot, aching fog. 

Then, with an obscenely loud moan, Frankie let go. Letting go of the nipple to steady himself against the wall as he painted the tiles with his release, milking himself for every last drop. Slumping slightly against the cool tiles, Frankie brought a shaking hand up to lick drops of bitter cum from his fingers. 

Chest heaving and legs still a little unsteady, Frankie returned to the hot, steady stream of his shower. That had been exactly what he needed.

[strwberri-milk]

nsfw request pleasee where kaeya and reader make out real long and good and just hump one another till they both cum untouched like that 😋

hello how did you know what has been rotting my brain lately im fucking crying this was the ask that made me think it was my friend bc we were. literally talking about this for the longest time - also reader is G/N

The two of you thought it would be fine. Just one kiss or two before you two would settle down for the night and cuddle each other up. You both had long days after all and were looking forward to the much-needed rest but clearly, your bodies were nowhere near done with each other.

Kaeya's mind spins with each breathless gasp you press into his mouth. He pulled you into his lap a long time ago, leaning against the headboard as his knees keep your body steady against his chest. Your fingers comb through his washed hair and pull slightly, making him moan against your lips.

"You're such a brat," you mutter, hand tightening as he kisses you harder in retaliation.

"Me? You're the one who jumped me as soon as I got my pants on," he scoffs, bringing your hand down to feel his crotch.

"You should have known that's what would happen when you wear sweats like that," you scoff, bringing your hand back up to wrap around his shoulders.

"So it's my fault now, huh?" he challenges.

He puts both his hands on your waist, bringing you to directly straddle his crotch. Your warmth makes him shudder, hips bucking up into you. You're about to scold him when he begins to make the movements of his hips more intentional, cutting off your words with a moan when he manages to hit you right at your most sensitive part.

"How dirty of you~ Should you really be making noises like that?" he teases, stealing your lips again in another kiss.

You can't help but melt in his grasp, letting him cup your face as his tongue enters your mouth again. The way it moves against you is so lewd you can't help but let your thighs clench up around his waist, glad that his knees were still able to hold you steady against his body.

"You're doing this to me," you say weakly when he lets you breathe, shuddering when he starts to kiss up your neck. He sucks a dark mark on the side of your throat, hips still moving against yours in a practiced motion.

You try to spread your thighs as much as you can sitting on his lap, rutting against him desperately. He huffs against your ear, making your hole twitch needily with every sound he makes. His voice was so pretty, even more so when he was making noises like this.

You try to angle yourself against him more optimally, mind fogging up as he continues to kiss you breathlessly. Kaeya was obsessed with your lips and you knew that but it never stopped you from melting into the palm of his hand. He knew exactly how to keep you entranced with him, cooing and muttering the softest things into your ear as he moves your hips to circle against his stiff cock.

"Don't say that baby. You want this too, don't you? Doesn't it feel so good?" he purrs, digging his nails into the waist of your pants.

"You feel so fucking good on my cock like this. C'mon, we can keep going can't we? Just like this?"

You nod, hungrily kissing him when he tilts your head down to face him. You know you could spend the rest of your life like this, caught in his lap as the two of you build up to s slow release of pleasure. It lets you feel him, adore the way the man underneath you is so obsessed with you and your love for him that you barely register the shift as he presses you onto the sheets to get on top of you.

He stares down at you, plump lips panting as he drinks you in. There's a prominent wet spot on your crotch as there is on his, biting back his desire to pull your pants down to sink into you and fuck you until there was nothing on your mind but him.

Later, just not quite yet.

For now, he just watches as you gasp needily, hands grasping his shirt and pulling him down to kiss him again. He barely grazes his lips against yours, instead focusing on slotting your hips together and painting your ears with his lovely noises.

His hands grab yours, holding them tightly as he presses them beside your head. It keeps you still, unable to fight against him as your thighs are forced to accommodate the rough grind of his hips against yours, his mind now focused on one thing and one thing only.

"You can cum for me, can't you? Cum all over your pants even though I'm not touching you?" he asks, voice sounding so sweet despite the slightly degrading tone of his words.

You nod frantically, humping against him desperately when you feel your body catch against something that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Oh - Kaeya - mmn -" you sigh, fingers tightening against his as his pace speeds up. He's getting rougher with your body, making you keen harder into him.

"Please, just a little more. I'm almost there," you whine, feeling him bury his face into your neck as he presses impossibly tighter against him.

"Me too. Cum for me darling. Make a fucking mess in your pants for me and I'll reward you, okay?"

You nod frantically, the feeling of his breath and lips spattering all over your neck and collar only adding to the slow climb of your climax. You can feel the crotch of your pants grow damp with your release, Kaeya doing the same as he cums against you.

Your body feels incredibly wet, sweat clinging to your body as the two of you come down from your high. He kisses all over your face, then body as he begins to strip you down, mouth lapping over your core as you tremble slightly from the overstimulation.

"You did so good for me sweetheart. I can't wait to make you scream."

[xiaojunsdino]

….::::•°✾°•::::…. textbook (love) notes

Ten texted you to meet you outside the convenience store. It was Kun’s turn to pick out the movie, you and Ten were sent out to get snacks. Having waited around for 10 minutes after the agreed upon time (in the sweltering afternoon heat), you huff and decide to just head inside and grab the snacks.

Thanking the cashier,  you go to leave, the bags on your arms filled with snacks. Hands full, you turn around and push open the door with your back. Instant regret.

You accidentally open the door onto someone and hear a harsh yelp. You turn around quickly, “oh my god I am so sor-” the rest of your words get lost on their journey from your brain to your mouth. Standing in front of you rubbing his shoulder was hands down the most gorgeous man you have ever seen.

"Oh my god y/n where have you been? I’ve been waiting ages,” Ten’s voice makes you jump, unfreezing you from your stupor. He then pulls you out of the doorway to the veranda where you can talk. You didn’t see where he came from, but thank goodness he appeared. You probably had your mouth open, gaping like a stupid fish.

You blink quickly, pulling yourself together. “What do you mean Ten? I just bought snacks ‘cause I got tired of waiting,” you counter, holding up the bags and eyes narrowing on your friend to the side of the MASTERPIECE that was this stranger.

“Ok yeah I was late. I was walking here with Yangyang-” Ten shifts to the side and you see Yangyang smiling and waving, other hand intertwined with Tens. His grin just about melts your heart – almost making you forget about warm, tickling feeling below your stomach that started when you made eye contact with the stranger.

“-when we ran into his roommate, Xiao De Jun, who decided to walk with us.” Ten smirks. You just know that his ego is huge right now. But his predictions were wrong. You aren’t drooling. And you aren’t panting like a dog, not noticeably anyway.

Xiao De Jun is the first to move. “hey I’m Xiao De Jun, but most people call me Xiaojun.” He looks down and smiles. The sun behind him creates a halo effect, basking him in a warm glow. Everything in the world just seemed to be at peace when you looked into the eyes of this beautiful man.

“Hi, I’m y/n! Whatever Ten said about me, he’s probably wrong,” you reply, hoping that you look somewhat decent. Well, as decent as you can given that you’re squinting into the sun and starting to sweat in the afternoon heat (not to mention the bags weighing your arms down).

“Welll,” he stretches out the word. If only he’d stretch you out. “The only thing I heard from Ten is that his friends are pretty. And I’d be lying if I said he was wrong.” Xiaojun glances at you as he says this, the blush on his ears clearly visible. Was he… flirting with you? Oh this boy has no idea what he’s getting himself into.

“You’re not so bad yourself pretty boy,” your eyes start from the tips of his shoes, slowly traveling up his body to his face. Xiaojun definitely notices this and now his whole face is as bright red as a cherry. Oh, I’d like to pop his cherry.

You clear your throat and walk over to grab Ten’s arm. “And I’d love to stay and chat Xiaojun, but our other friend has a movie waiting for us.” Turning to walk away, you glance over your shoulder and say, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

As soon as you and Ten are out of sight of the roommates, he stops you and smacks your arm. “Oh my god I knew this would happen, my plans always work!” Ten bursts out laughing, hand on your shoulder to keep himself upright.

“Wait you planned this? You set that whole thing up?” You snap, pissed at your friend for meddling. But beneath all the embarrassment and irritation, there was this tiny spark of happiness that you couldn't ignore.

“Oh shut up you loved it,” Ten manages to say in between laughs and gasps for breath.

Rolling your eyes, you lightly tapped his ankle with your shoe. “Yeah I loved it,” you grumble underneath your breath. Ten sighs and straightens up, taking some bags from your hands. The two of you walk to Kun’s apartment, excited to tell him about what just happened.

・❥・chapter 10!

・❥・masterlist!

・❥・prev! next!

・❥・taglist: @yang4ever

surprise!!! an unexpected written chapter!! im actually so nervous about this one since my writing skills are rusty (my last ao3 fic was 6 months ago). critiques are welcomed! ・❥・

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Forgetful." Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission Post!

Ayyyy! So this is my third official commission! I did this for the fucking incredible @lovestoned-ophelia. An amazing long time fan who was a total joy to write for! Again I was told to go the fuck off and have fun and I sure as shit did! We got some degredation, dumbification with a little bit of aftercare, how fucking great is that? So up my alley, I had a great time with it! Was asked and paid for 2K but I went over the limit yet again and did not charge for that, swear I cannot shut up. Now you all get to see it because I was given permission to post it! Presented as it was to her, without edit, enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.1K Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Hand Cuffs. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Face Fucking. Meanness. Mocking. Hair Pulling Dirty Talk. Grinding. Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dumbification. Aftercare. Cuddling. Praise.

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“You forgot this was happening tonight, didn’t you?” 

Billy speaking pulls your attention from where it was previously, looking at the handcuffs that had been locked around your wrists by one of your costumed boyfriends in front of you. 

A nervous laugh leaves you before you attempt to assert, “What? No! I totally did not forget.” 

Two fingers hook in the chain connecting the cuffs, jingling the metal gently before tugging, Stu was saying, “Mmm I am so fucking sure, honey.” 

You are already so off balance, you come forward, unsteady and unsure but still manage to keep a modicum of distance between you both. “I mean it, I didn’t forget-”

You were lying. You totally did forget about this. Forgot all about this fun little roleplay that they wanted to do. The pair of them sneaking into your place and surprising you when you came home late from work one night. You forgot so hard that when they jumped out and started the chase you actually screamed loud enough you would have surely caused concern to your neighbours, if they had been home. 

You feel hands on your hips, pulling you back to feel a thick but still clothed hard-on through the costume against your ass. Soon feeling his chest against your back, leaning in and saying, “Lying too? You are just really fucking asking for it, hmm?”

You kind of were. Could anyone blame you when they were capable of breaking you so beautifully? It was just so fucking nice to have your brain turn off by what they did and feel it fucking melt out our your soaked cunt and down your thighs. 

You were already feeling excited from the chase, the knives they brandished, the way they worked together and caught you in between them both. They had gotten your heart pumping so hard, you could feel sweat on the back of your knees and neck, breathing clearly effected, they were too fucking good at this. The costumes too, you knew it was your boyfriends under the Ghostly white masks and black robes but that didn’t change how scary the image of them in the garb coming after you was.

You are about to open your mouth and continue to try and defend yourself and convince them that you weren’t lying but something changes what was going to be your normal sentence into a moan. A strong hand slides off of your thigh and between your legs, the leather gloved clad hand cupped your cunt through your pants, the pressure feels fucking good with how excited you already are.

Your hips buck into the touch, you wanted more already, now that you were fully aware it was them you wanted to give in and lose yourself to what only they could provide for you. He focused on you, rubbing firmly, even through your clothing he knew just where to touch way too easily. It felt good but not good enough through the layers of fabric, more of a tease than anything. The longer he explored the better it got, after only a minute it was cut short. 

They had other plans for you.

“She’s a fucking liar and you are worried about getting her off? Shouldn’t she be making it up to us?” The one in front of you asked and the one behind agreed. “You know you’re right. She should be making it up to us.”

You were forced onto your knees with very little fanfare, it hurt and the small sound of protest that left your mouth was cut short. Fingers wound in your hair and tugged you close, hard cock through the robe rubbing against your cheek, muffling any noise you were trying to make. 

Lucky for you however you loved the rough treatment they gave, particularly when they were in costume and during these times they wanted to role play with you. 

It made your arousal spike, heavily. It made your cuffed hands rise up, fingers clumsily dragging up the robe as they went, nuzzling your cheek against his clothed erection. You could feel your mouth watering already. “Oh she is so fucking eager to choke on some dick.”

You could hear the smile on his fucking face.  

“Just desperate for it. But isn’t she always?” That got a brief laugh out of the pair. “You’re right, man.” 

You had the robe up now but were fumbling with getting his belt and pants open and Billy sighs, “You’re so fucking pathetic.”

“So stupid, can’t even get a belt open on your own.” You whimpered at what they said. The meanness and taunting nature of it makes you even wetter. Your thighs press together as the one who was behind you drops down, his hands meet yours as he helps you out. 

Soon as his clothes are out of the way the hand still threaded in your hair pulls and your lips are already parting to let him in. He slides past your lips and you taste him, thick and heavy on your tongue. It makes your eyelids feel heavy, the lust clouds your brain further and you luxuriate for a moment in just having him in your mouth. 

You take a bit too long because then you feel two hands on your shoulders behind you, pushing you roughly forward, impaling you on the cock in between your lips. “C’mon don’t just sit there.”

The phrase not gonna suck itself comes to mind as you nod slightly and start to move. Setting a sloppy pace as you begin to suck, your tongue pressing flat along the underside of his shaft as you pull up but clearly it’s not good enough because the one above you, pulls hard on your hair, making you inhale sharply through your nose as he says, “Suck harder! Hollow your cheeks, thereeeee you go.” 

His head tips back as you take his instruction, sucking harder, doing your best to please him. Your fingers are hooked in his belt loops as you move, bobbing back and forth and the one behind you finally praises you. “There you go. So fucking cock hungry, aren’t you?”

You hum indulgently with a louder hum that vibrates up his shaft and pulls a groan from him. You can hear him breathing harder behind his mask now, clearly you were getting to him. It pushes you on, urges you further and then you feel it, the one behind you, grinding his own hard dick into your hip, “You’re so forgetful, you know that? I’m here too.” 

“Yeah, how rude can you get?” Another hard pull on your hair along with a move of his hips has him pulling out of your mouth. Strings of spit connecting his now dripping cock and your mouth which was now hanging open, tongue lolling out, your eyes half lidded and panting softly. 

You were looking up at him, a quick lick of your lips and a swallow before you took a deep breath and said, “M’ sorry, didn’t mean to.” 

“Oh we know sweetheart. You clearly need us to think for you.” He rose to his feet, robe hiked up and opened his own belt as he stood next to his partner in crime, clearly eager to get into your mouth. 

“You need us to think for you. Don’t worry we can do that, right Stu?” Billy asked as his fingers finally slipped out of your hair and he nodded as he responded, “We know what’s best for you anyway.” 

You moaned as their words washed over you. A shaky nod as you agreed, “Mmmf please, please, please-”

“Shh, shh, s’ okay, here you go.” You feel the velvety head against your lips and you greet him with ease, your mouth opens again and you begin the process once more. Your cuffed hands are raised by that chain and your hands wrap around the shaft of the other. 

You stroke and suck, you moan and lick, you leak and squirm and switch between the two of them until you are nothing but a puddle of need between them. 

When they pull out, rubbing spit slicked shafts along your lips and cheeks, you feel utterly wrecked and happy. “Look at the brainless slut.” Stu teased. 

“I know, not a thought between those ears.” Billy agreed. 

Stu leaned down a little, he snapped a few times in front of your face but your eyes were still unfocused, you were still in the haze of arousal, totally a slave to the feelings racing through you. His hand got too close and you leaned in, tongue running up the length of his thumb before grinning up at him. Stu pulled his hand back, an expression as gleeful as yours. “Man, she is gone! Now the real fun can start.”

You were dragged by the chain of those cuffs to your bed, thrown over the edge and stripped mostly bare and then you felt two hands on your ass, spreading you open. Thumbs resting on your lips as you were spread, cool air licking over your over heated cunt and a comment about how much you are leaking barely registers before you are being split open. 

The relief is immense. 

Being fucked hard, strong hands grabbing at you, pulling you this way and that, fucking your mouth and soaked cunt, making you cry out over and over. Well lubed gloved fingers even find their way underneath you to stroke your clit until your own pleasure if assured and you cum hard as fuck around the cock buried inside of you. 

When you do, you are thrust forward so hard you take Stu’s dick all the way to the base and choke on it. You gag beautifully, eyes well up with tears that spill out and down your cheeks as you sob messily around the shaft in your mouth, drool running down your chin. 

You recall being called, “-the perfect cocksleeve-” and that you were “-built for taking dick-” but not much else. The rest is a pleasure filled blur until you are swallowing back a load and feeling cum leaking out of your well fucked hole. 

You slowly start to come back when the cuffs are taken off along with their costumes and masks. Black fabric balled up and thrown aside, more clothing stripped away, shirts and pants discarded and the remainder of your clothing taken off too. Your eyes feel even heavier than before as you are adjusted so you aren’t just shoved over the edge of the bed, instead being gently led and coaxed on the furniture proper. 

“You got her?” You hear Billy ask and Stu hum, “Yeah, I got her.” 

You feel Stu wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you into his chest and you curl closer, smile spreading on your face. “Where’s Billy goin’?”

“Just grabbing some stuff baby, he’ll be right back.” Stu assured and sure enough a few moments later he was back. You feel the mattress shift as Billy sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. 

His hand starts on your hip and runs up your side, a gentle shake of your shoulder, “Sit up for me hon.” 

You make a small groan of protest and Stu says, “Come on, honey, do as the man says.” 

A sigh as you do so, sitting up slowly, rubbing at your eyes before looking at Billy. He looked way too good, still in just his underwear, hair a mess, still a little sweaty from this evening's activities, Stu looked the same, good enough to eat. 

Billy had two things in hand, a bottle of lotion and a bottle of water. He passed the lotion off to Stu who took it and immediately put some in his palm before starting to work on rubbing it into one of your wrists, you didn’t realise they were bothering you until he did so. It felt lovely, cooling, just what you needed. 

Billy is unscrewing the water and holding up the bottle, you lean forward and drink, you hadn’t been aware how thirsty you were either until the water hit your tongue, you drank half of it in one go. “You did so fucking good for us tonight.” 

“So, so good.” Stu agreed with Billy, he pressed a kiss to your temple and you were grinning again, “Yeah?”

“Uh duh, yeah.” Stu asserted and Billy followed up with, “You’re always good, you’re the best.” 

“No, you’re both the best-” You started and Stu had a finger to your mouth, “Shh, we are hyping you up right now!”

“Yeah, let us be nice after all that awful shit we just said.” And while Billy’s tone was light, you knew he was serious. 

The water was put aside and you pulled on Billy’s wrist, a silent plea for him to come cuddle with you too that he took you up on. While squished in between them both as they continued to gently touch you and sing your praises you thought that they were totally right about what they said earlier. That they should think for you and did know what was best. 

[moxfirefly]

Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

[tchallasbabymama]

Instinct

Hello, fellow whores. You asked for it and I hope I delivered. I present to you: T’Challa in heat❤️‍🔥! This one had me blushing, y’all.

The next request I work on will either be sugar daddy silver fox T’Challa or Star-Lord T’Challa. I know I just threw the latter in the lineup, but apparently, people are seriously feeling the lack of Star-Lord T content here and I want to do what I can to help fill the void.

Check out my masterlist to read my other stories and oneshots, and, as always, comments and reblogs are my lifeblood! Enjoy😘

Word count: 4,903

CW: SMUT, infidelity

Instinct [instiNG(k)t] noun: an innate, typically fixed pattern of behavior in animals in response to certain stimuli.

For centuries, the descendants of the great Bashenga retained their hold on the Wakandan throne. Challenge Day after Challenge Day, they beat their opponents and were rewarded by Bast allowing them to ingest the heart-shaped herb. The herb imbued them with a panther’s strength, speed, and instincts, effectively turning each of them from an ordinary man into the Black Panther. Now, strength and speed are pretty self-explanatory, but what exactly were their instincts?

When T’Challa was crowned king and ingested the heart-shaped herb, he visited the ancestral plane and reconnected with his baba. Their reunion was one full of tears, but most importantly, T’Chaka took the time to impart his wisdom to his son. T’Challa spent hours talking to his baba about life, what to expect as king, and, most importantly, what to expect as the Black Panther.

T’Chaka had warned him about what was to come, but until it happened to him months later, T’Challa was in denial. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong. When T’Challa woke up one sunny Wednesday morning, he felt strange. He felt feverish but not sick. Like most days, his morning wood stood at attention, tenting the crisp white sheets that laid across his lower half. He looked at the clock and saw that he had plenty of time to take care of himself, so he rolled to his side and reached for the tub of shea butter in his nightstand. T’Challa bit his lip as he rubbed his hands together to melt it down, but when he reached down to stroke his length, he nearly bit clean through it. He was much more sensitive than usual, and he wondered why...then it hit him. He jumped up and grabbed his kimoyo beads with his slippery hands, and he frantically opened his calendar.

“Twelve weeks,” T’Challa groaned as he counted backward to the night he became the Black Panther (the second time.) “Fuckkkk.”

He was in heat, and it was only going to get worse. T’Challa wracked his brain for ideas on what to do to fix his problem, but all he could hear was T’Chaka’s words echoing through his head.

“You should find a partner sooner rather than later. The instinct will take over you, and it will become unbearable if you do not have anyone to aid you.”

T’Challa had been so busy trying to rebuild the kingdom that his cousin damn near broke that he had forgotten to look for someone. Sure, there was Nakia, but she had moved to Oakland and their relationship quickly fizzled out. Then, there was that one Dora Milaje after he regained the throne, but that was a one-night thing and she went back to her wife the next morning. He needed to find someone, but who?

As the king’s mind wandered through his options, sweat beads began to form on his chiseled body. He knew he’d be no good today, so T’Challa typed up a message to his family and staff that he would be taking the day off. With that taken care of, all he needed to do was figure out how to get through this heat in one piece. T’Challa looked down at his dick again. It was swollen with need, and he watched as droplets of precum escaped from his tip. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to bear through the sensitivity. Carefully, as though he might hurt himself, he reached his hand down and grabbed it in his hand. The whimper he let out was foreign to his ears, but it was all he could do when he felt the intense wave of arousal wash over him. He gritted his teeth as he began to slowly move his hand up and down his shaft. It seemed that everywhere his hand went, it left a deep burning sensation in its wake, but he just couldn’t stop. He rutted into his hand, and as soon as his thumb swiped over his reddened tip, he came undone quicker than he ever had before. His body jerked as the milky white substance spilled over his hand, and it seemed that he had plenty to give. However, instead of leaving him sated, all that did was arouse him more.

T’Challa had made a mess all over himself and decided to take a shower, but every touch of his hand, or even the water, drove him up the walls. He needed some pussy, fast. He exited the shower and allowed his body to air dry as he moisturized his mahogany skin. Minutes passed before he noticed that he was still massaging himself, too caught up in the sensation to notice the passage of time. His dick was rock hard again, and he groaned in frustration as he attempted to stuff it into silk lounge pants. He called for his breakfast to be brought to him and spent the day in his quarters, alternating between desperately jacking off and going through his contacts to find the right person. It had been so long since he had opened that figurative little black book that all of his usuals were taken, and unfortunately for him, they were hellbent on remaining faithful for some reason. As the day went on, his hunger grew in intensity, and it got to the point where neither his hand nor his sex toys could cut it anymore. He felt lost, he felt horny beyond belief, and he felt...famished.

T’Challa looked at the time again and realized that he hadn’t eaten in hours. He placed another order from the kitchen and waited impatiently for it to arrive. It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait for the food to be brought up; he was impatient because every moment that passed without him touching himself brought him more pain. He didn’t need the poor kitchen staff walking in on him feverishly pleasuring himself, so he just sat there and attempted to focus his mind elsewhere. Eventually, there was a knock at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Room service,” a melodic voice called out, and T’Challa smiled to himself at his friend’s playful tone. It was Xoliswa. He hadn’t seen her in almost a week, and he was sure she was out of town, yet here she was bringing him his dinner. Xoliswa started working in the kitchen at the palace seven years ago, and they grew close over the years. He was even in her wedding.

T’Challa unlocked the door with his beads, and she came right on in with the cart full of more food than he usually ordered.

“Somebody’s hungry today,” she joked. Just as T’Challa was about to respond with some smartass remark, an aroma hit him square in the face. It definitely wasn’t coming from the heaping portions of doro wot and rum cake he ordered. It was sickly sweet and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention, as well as something else.

The king began to salivate. “New perfume?”

“No, just the usual,” Xoliswa sighed. “Why?”

“No reason. You just smell different today is all,” he gulped to keep from drooling at her smooth, brown legs that were always on display. His eyes traveled up to the curve of her hips and the thickness of her waist before grazing over her delicious-looking chest and landing on her plump lips. Of course, he had noticed her looks before, and they would playfully banter and flirt back and forth from time to time, but this was the first time he was really seeing her beauty. Not only could he see it, but he could smell her from across the room, and his body was reacting in ways he couldn’t control. His dick sprung up and immediately started to harden as he watched her ass bounce in her flowy shorts when she pushed the cart out to the balcony. She had gone too far away, and he felt the intense need to be closer to her, so he bolted up and made his way outside with her.

“Here, let me help you.” T’Challa quickly picked up the heavy tray before she could and placed it on the table before taking his usual seat.

“I thought you didn’t feel good today,” she crossed her arms over her chest, unintentionally pushing her ample breasts even closer together. His body burned at the sight, and he visualized his lips wrapped around her undoubtedly perky nipples. He needed her body on his, but he knew he shouldn’t. Xoliswa was a friend, a confidant, a married woman...

“I don’t,” T’Challa cleared his throat and tried to focus his mind on anything but her. It wasn’t working, though. “But, uh, it’s not what you think. I just needed a day, that’s all.”

“Want to talk about it?” Xoliswa asked as she leaned against the balcony. He was acting strange, and it concerned her. “You know I’m here for you if you need me.”

“Don’t say that,” he chuckled darkly as something flared inside him.

“Why not?” she tilted her head to the side and uncrossed her arms. He would’ve sighed in relief, but she just made it worse by stepping closer to him. Xoliswa placed her hands on his shoulders the way she always did and began kneading his bare flesh. Little did he know, he wasn’t the only one fighting back their arousal. Xoliswa had a small crush on T’Challa since the moment she laid eyes on his muscular frame. Had she not been in a relationship the entire time she’d known him, she would’ve dropped down on her knees and given him the business by now. However, Xoliswa loved her husband and wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing...except for the occasional nights where she closes her eyes and all she can see is him. All she can feel is the king.

T’Challa let out a low groan as her hands worked out his stress, and as usual, the sound made Xoliswa flood the panties that had gotten wedged between her fat pussy lips. The scent of her arousal traveled straight to his nostrils, and his pupils blew wide. He jumped up and crossed the balcony in just a few quick strides, needing to get away from her before he truly lost himself to his lust.

“Seriously, what’s up with you today?!”

“N-nothing, you just...you smell so good, and- Xo, I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Xoliswa narrowed her eyes as she tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him...but then her eyes fell to the large dickprint in his silk pants. She had seen him in those and similar pants several times before, and although they always left little to the imagination, she had never seen him in his full Bast-given glory. But this time? This time she could almost make out every vein through the soft fabric, which made her pussy spasm with need and release more wetness.

T’Challa could see that Xoliswa was staring right at his dick, and he knew she liked what she saw by the whiff of sweet honey that wafted his way. A low rumbling started in his chest like an engine revving as the burning need in his loins intensified.

Xoliswa spoke barely above a whisper, stunned but in awe of the man before her, “Why are you-”

“My heat,” he sighed.

“Your what?”

“My heat!” T’Challa snarled, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Any other time, he would assume he had scared her, but he knew better now. He could hear her heartbeat, he could smell her dripping pussy, and he could see her hardened nipples and the way her luscious thighs rubbed together in a feeble attempt to quell the throbbing between her legs.

“W-what’s that?”

T’Challa gestured for her to take a seat, and she lowered herself into the chair across from his, squirming in her pooled fluids. Her obedience just made him harder, if that was at all possible. He gingerly sat down across from her and just stared for a moment, her breathing getting shallower with each inhale.

“One of my newly acquired panther instincts requires me to, uh, mate every three months.”

“So...you basically ovulate four times a year,” Xoliswa joked in an attempt to break the tension, but he began to growl at her again, causing them both to shudder at the other’s arousal.

“It’s more than being a little horny and fertile, Xo. I have to- no, I need to find a release, or I’ll go crazy. My whole body is on fire, and masturbating just makes it worse. I’ve been in here all day-”

“You’ve been in here jacking off all day?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s not helping?”

“Not at all.”

“Have you tried-”

“Yes. Whatever it is, I’ve tried it. Trust me.”

Silence descended upon the pair as they both stared at each other, stuck in a lustful feedback loop, chests heaving and mouths watering. Xoliswa was the first to break, so she stood and headed for the door. She had to get out of there, the atmosphere was too thick, and she couldn’t think straight with him staring at her like a piece of meat. She couldn't stand to look at him any longer or she might do something she’d regret later, but when he grabbed her wrist and looked up at her with those pitch-black eyes, she knew she was in trouble.

“Xoliswa, please,” he begged. He knew he had no business asking that of her, but he was desperate, and she just looked so damn delicious.

She bit her lip as her eyes traveled back down to his bulge that had started leaking through the fabric of his pants.

“Shit…”

“You like what you see?” his voice was lower than she’d ever heard. It seemed like everything he did turned her on more and more. T’Challa took a deep inhale so he could know for sure, and his head swarmed with the smell of her. “Yeah, you like it. I can smell that sweet pussy; it’s dripping for me, Xo.”

He had never spoken to her like that before, and every word lured her further into his trap. She had a brief moment of clarity and pulled her wrist from his grasp, taking a step back.

“T-T’Challa, I’m married-”

“Tell your body that, then,” he grumbled as he stood and stalked closer to her. She backed up with every step he took until she was wedged between his body and the doorframe. His arms went up on either side of her, and he leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath tickle her lips. “Tell me right now: do you want me?”

Her eyes darted around, desperate to look at anything but the coal irises that would surely draw her in. “I-I-”

“Say it, Xo. I want you so fucking bad,” T’Challa growled with his face buried in her neck, imprinting her scent deep in his brain. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but take a little bite. As soon as his teeth made contact with her skin, she let out a light moan and set his body into overdrive. He pressed his hips into her, and the heat of her skin made him whimper. The noise shocked her, and she realized just how much he needed her...as if the ten inches of clothed steel pressing into her stomach wasn’t enough of a sign.

Xoliswa had secretly wanted this for a long time. In her dreams, he’d fuck her good and deep and leave her a sobbing, leaking mess. Truthfully, if he had ever come onto her before this, she probably would have caved then, too, but she thought he was too gentlemanly to do so and pushed the dirty fantasy to the back of her mind. Boy, was she wrong. Right now, T’Challa couldn’t give a shit about chivalry and certainly didn’t care about her husband. Right now, all he wanted- no, all he needed was her body.

She pulled his curls to remove him from her neck, and he growled again at the titillating pain and the loss of contact.

“You want me?” she whispered, her lips mere centimeters from his.

“Mmm, more than anything.”

Xoliswa’s hand traveled down his body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. T’Challa’s lip found its way between his teeth again as he struggled to maintain composure, but it all flew out the window when he felt her hand wrap around his throbbing length.

“Fuck! Xo, stop playing and-”

“You need me?” she teased as she pulled his pants down over his hips and let them pool at his feet. She wrapped both of her hands around his girth and stroked him softly. He was so sensitive that he jerked away from her hand, but she grabbed him and pulled him back in. Xoliswa had dreamed of this day, so why not make her dream come true?

Suddenly, T’Challa’s self-control went out of the window as he thrust into her hands and wrapped one of his much larger hands around her throat. She stared back at him with lust clouding her eyes as he met her lips for a hungry kiss. The taste of her on his tongue drove him wild, and she felt his dick begin to twitch. She picked up her pace and gripped him a little tighter, making him stick his tongue further down her throat. She melted into him. The firm grip he had on her made her knees weak, and just as they began to buckle, he pulled his lips from hers and said the three magic words he had uttered so many times in her dreams.

“On your knees.”

Xoliswa fell to the ground and looked up at him with her mouth opened wide for him to use. And use it, he did. T’Challa was surprised she could take all of him without any training, but he guessed her husband might have been around his size.

Her husband. He had a married woman on her knees, slobbering up and down his shaft. He had Xoliswa on her knees…

Just the thought of how wrong this was turned him on even more, and as if the same thought had occurred to her, Xoliswa started sucking harder. The spit foaming in the corners of her mouth and running down her chin soaked her chest, and the king longed to see more. He reached down and ripped her shirt down the middle, freeing her breasts from the confines of modern clothing. T’Challa grinned when he saw that not only was she not wearing a bra, but her nipples stood erect like two Hershey’s kisses ready for him to devour. Just the way he liked.

Xoliswa didn’t care that he had ruined her shirt; all she cared about was making her king cum. She wanted to taste him and swallow everything he had to give, so she grew impatient and turned it up a notch, fondling his balls in her hands as she sucked on him. Her tongue swirled around his tip, and he gripped her locs in his fist to hold her down on him as he exploded into her mouth. Splashes of him coated her throat, and she swallowed every last drop he gifted to her. She blinked up at him with those innocent-looking eyes as she sucked him like a straw, milking him for all he’s worth. Normally, he would get overstimulated at this point, but that seemed impossible. Xoliswa gave him the best head he’s had in a long time, but it still wasn’t enough to sate him.

T’Challa pulled her head off him, and the bridge of spit that connected them was a sight to see. He reached down and lifted her to her feet, kissing her once more to taste his saltiness on her tongue.

“You still...want...this pussy?” Xoliswa asked between kisses.

“Mmmmhmmm,” he grunted as he pushed up on her again.

Xoliswa pushed him away, and he looked at her like she had betrayed him. His face relaxed when he noticed the feral look in her eyes and the way her pheromones filled the air.

“Take what you need.”

T’Challa saw red, and the next thing he knew, he was buried deep inside her as he pounded her into the mattress. The arch in her back deepened as he fucked her rougher than her husband could have ever dreamed of. Xoliswa struggled to see as she reached for the sheets to hold onto, but he wouldn’t let her. T’Challa pinned her hands behind her back and continued to plow into her as she screamed.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that, baby! Ooooh, T’Challa-”

“You like that?”

“Yes!”

“Then take it. Fucking take it!” he roared as he released inside her, but neither was ready to stop. Xoliswa loved how his cum felt dripping out of her, making her pussy even wetter than it already was. Keeping it juicy for him to do whatever he needed to do to her body.

“This tight fucking pussy, Xo,” he groaned as he slowed down and grinded into her, stirring her insides. His heavy hand came down on her ass, and she let out the most adorable squeak. He smiled and did it again and again, her pussy tightening around him with every strike until she couldn’t take it anymore. Xoliswa’s body convulsed as she came all over the king’s dick.

“T’Challaaaa!” she wailed, and he stopped to massage her cheeks.

“Too much?”

She looked back at him and smiled mischievously with a glint in her eye. “No, my king.”

“I’m your king?” he teased while rubbing her clit, making her hips circle on his dick as he stood still and let her work.

“Yessss,” she whined.

“Then cum for your king one more time. I have another load for you,” he whispered in her ear with his teeth firmly gripping the lobe. His fingers tickled the underside of her clit, and she bucked her hips. “That’s your spot, huh?”

“Y-yes, my king!”

He alternated between circling her clit and strumming the underside for barely a few moments before her pussy began to grip him again. T’Challa leaned back and watched the way her pussy spasmed on him. He couldn’t hold out and exploded inside her once more.

“Mmmm, baby, I love when you do that.”

“You love when I cum in this pussy?”

“Mmmhm,” her voice grew higher in pitch the more she felt him twitch inside her.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”

T’Challa pulled out slowly, and she moaned as his bulbous head dragged across her g-spot. He flipped her over with ease and slid right back into her slippery canal. She loved how full he made her feel, how he stretched her walls and beat the breaks off her pussy. But this? This felt so good.

His hips moved slowly as he stroked deep into her and gazed into her eyes.

“I just need one more, babygirl. One more, and I think I’ll be good, ok?”

“Whatever you need, my king,” Xoliswa whispered against his lips and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and he chuckled darkly.

“You want me in there deep, don’t you?”

“As deep as you can go, baby.”

“You’re filthy. Does your husband know what a little slut you are?”

Xoliswa released all over him again.

“Oh, you like when I talk about him when I’m in these guts? You like being reminded of how naughty you are, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” Xoliswa nodded with tears threatening to fall from her eyes from how good it felt to have T’Challa inside her.

“Let me ask you something,” he leaned in close to her ear and thrust harder. “Does he fuck you like I do?”

Xoliswa frantically shook her head, “N-no!”

“Then you come to me whenever you need a taste of what a king can do for you.”

“Yes, baby!” she keened as he picked up the pace and dropped his weight on her.

“You know this pussy is mine, now, right? He can use it if you want him to, but this shit belongs to me. You’re fucking mine, Xoliswa.”

“T’Challa-”

“Mmmhm, say my name, babygirl. Tell them who owns this tight little pussy,” he punctuated those last three words with thrusts so deep she swore she could feel it in her ribs. “Who owns you?”

“T’Challaaaa!”

His eyes rolled back in his head at hearing his name fall from her lips. Her voice was shaky and hoarse, but she screamed his name over and over again as his hips pounded into hers, the curve of his dick angling just right to keep her creaming all over him.

“Fuck, baby, here it comes. You ready?”

Xoliswa looked him dead in the eye and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Cum in your pussy, Black Panther.”

He hadn’t expected her to call him that, but it lit something within him, and he came harder than he ever had before. He bit into her neck as he spasmed inside her, pumping her full of his essence. She came from the feeling of him releasing so much and putting it right where it belonged. Their bodies fed off each other, and when one would spasm, it would trigger the other to cum. T’Challa peppered sweet kisses all over Xoliswa’s face and spoke to her in hushed tones, “Thank you, babygirl.”

Xoliswa couldn’t speak; she could only moan incoherently. Minutes passed before their bodies began to tire of the constant state of arousal, and they slowly pulled apart. She whimpered as she felt their fluids escape her and drip slowly down her crack, and he could only watch in awe. He had never produced so much, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of Xoliswa or his heat or a combination of both. Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet.

“Call Abdul. Tell him you have to work tonight,” he rasped, making a devilish smile appear on her face. She knew she was in for the night of her life, and just the thought of what was to come had her playing with her overstimulated clit. He swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own. “Call him. Now. Make sure your camera is off.”

T’Challa kissed from her neck down to her chocolate nipples and took a bite, making her yip at the sensation. “Be quiet, or he’ll catch you. You don’t want that, do you?”

“N-no, my king,” she stuttered out as she pressed Abdul’s contact card and called him.

“What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be working? Or are you slacking off with T’Challa again,” he joked, and Xoliswa locked eyes with a smug T’Challa as his tongue swirled around her nipple.

“N-no, I’m at work,” she struggled to speak as T’Challa trailed his tongue down her body and suctioned his lips around her clit. She snapped her legs shut around his head, making him pry them open with a menacing growl.

“What was that?” Abdul asked.

“What was what?” Xoliswa chuckled nervously.

“I thought I heard something. Anyways, what’s up, sweetie?”

“I, uh-” she stopped herself and muted the call for a moment to let out a moan from the pits of her soul as T’Challa showed no mercy on her. His tongue masterfully maneuvered around her clit like he designed it himself, and the three slender fingers curling inside her coaxed another orgasm out of her.

“Take him off mute right fucking now,” T’Challa ordered with a mouth full of pussy.

“Hello? Xo?”

She scrambled to unmute the call and calm her breathing down as the king nibbled on her labia and sped his fingers up inside her.

“I’m here, baby. I-have-to-work-late-so-I’m-staying-at-the-palace-tonight!”

“Wait, slow down. I can barely understand you. Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she giggled as T’Challa nibbled on her inner thighs. “I’m staying here tonight.”

“Oh, no problem. Don’t let T’Challa work you too hard, ok?”

“I won’t!” she squeaked.

“Good. You get back to work, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Tell him you love him,” T’Challa whispered against her pussy lips, and Xoliswa couldn’t help but oblige.

“Abdul?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I-I love you.”

“I love you too, Xo. Call me when you get off,” he blew her a kiss through the phone, and she hung up right as T’Challa started chuckling.

“You almost got us caught!” she fussed.

“You liked it. Don’t lie.”

Xoliswa bit her lip to hide her smile, but it didn’t work.

“Maybe a little.”

“Mmmhm. Nasty slut, letting me use you like this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

Xoliswa’s pussy jumped, and T’Challa couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Maybe you should teach me a lesson,” Xoliswa moaned as she ground her hips on his fingers, and his dick hardened right back up. “Or punish me.”

“Fuck, Xo, where have you been all my life?” he groaned and pulled his fingers from her, lining the head of his dick up with her entrance.

“Married...to my husband,” Xoliswa teased. T’Challa’s nostrils flared, and she knew it was on.

She wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.

Taglist: @maddeningmayhem, @theblulife, @motheroffae, @love-mesome-me, @toni9, @bribrisback, @impremenior, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes, @dersha89

[imagine-all-the-fandoms]

Summer Sun - Bucky Barnes x (fem.) Reader

A/N: So... this happened in my brain tonight, and I can tell you, that was a wild dream .. 

Now thanks to @buckgasms I had this written in a little storyline. Hope you maybe enjoy this one.. or not :) 

Warnings: Smut / Metal Arm 

Sun, sweat, blue sky and no cold breeze... this is what you get for Summer when living in a city like New York. The weather has been crazy like this for a few days now and there was no opportunity to cool down.

So currently you were draped over the huge couch in the living room of the Avenger Compound, you best friend a mini ventilator, which provided only a little of the much needed cooling. The pool was currently being under construction, so you had the chance to decide if either a ventilator or a bathtub with ice cubes were the better option.

You went with the little blower, as there were also some perks of being in the compound in the summer.

The first thing you noticed as you looked out the huge window was Sam being weird. He modified Redwing, so that the little iron bird blew cold air with little wings, Sam had attached to its normal ones. Sam enjoying the breeze from a sun chair underneath it. What else to say about this ?

Laughing to yourself, so realized how happy you could actually be right now. You had a family of all your best friends and colleagues around you, no missions in sight for a few days and the weather showing his best side. So you sat there and smiled in content while you let your eyes continue to wander around. In some corner of the huge green area you saw Wanda and Natalie laying around in their Bikini's. They asked you several times to join them, but you preferred to stay inside and not melt into a puddle of sweat.

The next thing that caught your eyes, made your breath hitch in your throat and the little ventilator nearly fell down, tangling your hair. But you could catch it in time, keeping the sight ahead of you in your view.

Steve Rogers was sparring with someone who you would never fail to recognize. This back, strong and firm, showing the outline of his defined muscles. Droplets of sweat rolled down his neck, along his spine, just to disappear in the waistband of his underwear, that stuck out just a bit of his shorts.

One arm holding Steve on a constant distance to him, the other, shining in the bright light like a flame cutting through the air, to throw punches at his childhood friend.

James Buchanan Barnes. A sight for the sore eyes, you can tell.

His long brown hair was messily tied up in a bun, only loose strands hanging out of it.

No shirt on, to impress with his massive built features. Pants hanging low on his hips, dangerously low to be honest. His defined V-Line just showing out a bit, if you keep a good look at it. And which is what you did.

This is not the first time for you to imagine running your hands over his torso, tangle your fingers in his locks.. or even pull his shorts even lower.

So here you were daydreaming of nasty things with this man in the summer sun, while he kept wearing out his body with his pal.

Unbeknownst to anyone out there of course. At least that's what you thought.

“You're drooling sweetheart”, a voice interrupted your thinking.

Natasha was standing on the counter behind you with a smudge grin on her face.

“I don't. I'm just laying here trying not to melt”, you shoot her a glance and act like you didn't know what the assassin was talking about.

“Girl. You might fool those idiots outside, but you cant fool me”, she said and grabbed a cool bottle of water out of the fridge.

“I'm sure Barnes would help you cool down.. or make you even hotter”, she winked and ducked down as you grabbed a pillow and threw it into her direction.

“Shut up Nat! I wasn't even thinking about anything”, you countered, but also knew she could read you like an open book.

It was no secret between you girls that you had a thing for the former Winter Soldier and she and Wanda encouraged you to talk to him about it more than one time. Wanda even offered to use her powers for support. But of course, you always denied and talked down your crush into something more simple.

“Yes, ANYTHING that includes no clothing. But seriously Y/N, talk to him. We all see how he's looking at you as well. Just like now for example”, she hushed the last part as her eyes flicked outside just as Bucky turned around to grab a drink.

You didn't think twice and also turned your head, just to see him indeed staring inside, giving you a full blown smile. You immediately felt like he caught you at doing something you shouldn't. Well you actually did, but luckily he wasn't the one to read minds.

So you gave him a small wave and turned your attention back to Natasha, who was laughing at you ,trying not to blush like a tomato.

“Ugh please shoot me already! I give up!”, you whined and went to hide your face in the pillows around you.

“Never doing that. This show is way to interesting for me”, the red head laughed and strolled out of the room.

The rest of the afternoon you switched between staring, hiding on the couch and getting something to drink. Every once in a while someone came up to you asking to join them outside, but you decided it would be for the best to stay inside. Or else your panties might explode if the guys didn't stop their sparring anytime soon.

You might have drifted off into a little nap when you heard the door of the refrigerator being opened and closed again. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Bucky emptying a lonely water bottle and a few droplets decided to slide down his neck and over his chest.. you dared yourself to keep staring at them, vanishing just below his belly button.

You hoped he did not notice you woke up and acted like you were still fast asleep.

“Doll.. I know you are not sleeping”, his deep voice startled you.

Great. So you obviously were not a good actor at all.

“I'm resting Mr. Spy”, you said, trying not to sound impressed at all.

“Do you want to know what else did I spied today? A certain woman stealing glances at me and Steve the whole afternoon”.

“What a nasty girl what do that? That's not proper at all.”, Bucky put down the bottle and starting coming closer to the couch.

“No absolutely not. She should be ashamed, indeed. Do you think she is?”, he was nearly there.

“I don't know.. Should I?”, too late you didn't realize your mistake when you saw his grin rising to his ears and felt the blush immediately start rising in your face.

“I didn't say that you were the one, doll”, he had you and he fucking knew it. “So, you accept the accusation?”

His face now only inches away from yours and you could already feel the heat from the previous training radiate of his body. You tried your hardest to not show how much he affected your body. How badly you wanted to grab his face, mold your lips over his and bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer.

His evil grin, did not help the situation at all.

“I plead guilty at all points” you whispered, hoping you'd get what you wanted and thought you had him where you wanted him the most, as he came even closer. But instead of touching your lips, he went further and whispered something into your ear, which immediately caused goose bump to rise all over your skin.

“Why don't you join me in the shower? Then I might show you how bad girls are treated”.

You thought you were dreaming. Was Bucky Barnes offering you a shower with him? Naked ? Alone ?

Not believing what you just heard, all you could do was stare while processing the words in your brain.

He went to get up and leave, suddenly feeling he might over crossed some line as you didn't respond to his words.

After a few seconds your brain finally seemed to function again and you got up, following him further into the compound but he was already out of your sight. Damn you thought, those damn super soldiers.

You knew exactly where his room was, so it didn't take you long to enter his room, already hearing the water running in the bathroom. So you entered without even thinking, just to see Bucky getting undressed.

“Doll, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..”, he started but you didn't let him finish.

Before letting your new found confidence fade again, you walked up to him and kissed him. He did not waste any time to wrap his muscular arms around you and hold you even closer. The kiss grew hotter with each second and your hands snaked into his boxers, to let the remaining part of clothing he was wearing, fall to the ground.

You pulled apart, catching your breaths as you admired the god created masterpiece of man in front of you. Bucky was the one to break the silence first.

“You can't shower with that much clothing on”, he whispered in a husky voice and pulled your shirt over your head, ripping your bra with his metal arm and not even caring about it.

Your mouth found his again in another heated kiss, while he worked on getting your clothes off in a matter of minutes.

“God you're so fucking beautiful”, his words affected you in many ways. They made your heart flutter and beat even faster, but also they went down straight to your core.

Muscular arms snaked around your hips and he hoisted you up, without any effort. You both went into the huge shower, being welcomed by the warm water running over both of your bodies.

You couldn't believe that you actually found yourself in this situation. Sure, you imagined it many times, but now finally being caged in his arms seemed more like a dream..

Your fingers tangled into his wet hair, as he pressed you into the cold tiles, making your back arch into his chest. You could already feel his semi hard erection being present between your thighs and the only thing you could do was to moan into the kiss.

The kiss grew hotter with each passing second and then he let his mouth wander from your lips to your neck, pressing gentle kissed there and making sure to leave marks in his way, to mark you as his.

Your moans increased as he sucked on your delicate skin, and you felt your arousal increasing as he did so.

It's been ages since you've been with a guy that treated you properly and Bucky seemed to push at all the right buttons right away, leaving you a panting mess.

As he worked his mouth on your neck, you felt him balancing you out on his flesh arm and used his metal arm to grab your neck keeping you attached to him.

He then caressed down to your breast, toying with your nipples and enjoying the reaction he caused on you.

Your hand was still buried in his hair, while the other supported yourself on his shoulder to keep you steady. You wanted to touch him everywhere.. getting to know what his skin feels like, feel the way his muscles worked under your hands but currently you were too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

After he made sure to treat each breast with the same attention, his skilled fingers went even lower and caressed your thigh in a way like he wanted to savor each moment.

Suddenly you felt his metal finger on your clit. And heaven, never did you felt anything like this before.

The firm metal, heated from the water was applying a gentle pressure on your bud he rubbed it just the right way to make you lose control. Your hips rocked on his finger, wanting more of him, but he kept you in place while continuing to explore your mound with his fingers.

“Bucky..”, you moaned out.

“Didn't I tell you that you're still need your punishment for staring shamless at me?”

His finger slid into your wet folds and you moaned out at the feeling of it.

Dangerously slow he pulled his finger out and slid it back into your heat.

The pleasure you were feeling was already incredible and you knew he had barely done anything.

You wiggled trying to get more friction, but still, his hold kept you in place while he added another finger into your heat, but not speeding up the pace.

He kept finger fucking you on a slow pace until he felt your walls starting to flutter around his fingers, just to pull them out when your moans increased as well.

“Bucky please.. I was so close”, you whined.

“I know.. that's why I stopped doll”, you heard him whisper and he pulled you in another kiss.

Then he let you down and dropped on his knees in front of you. Looking up at you like an innocent angel, he gently spread your legs and kissed your clit. Not sucking, just a single kiss that made your heart rate speed up. Your hands found their way into his hair again, trying to push him gently closer to your heat.

He let you do this, so he went straight to devouring your clit with his mouth, while his tongue played with it.

If that wasn't already enough to drive you crazy, you felt his fingers on the back of your thighs pushing you closer onto his mouth.

Your legs spread automatically and you tried to support you as best as possible, fearing your legs would give in due to the pleasure he created.

Sinful moans flooded the bathroom and echoed back into his ears, so Bucky let his metal fingers find their way back into your heat, just where they left off their unfinished work.

He licked you like there was no tomorrow and he never heard any more beautiful sounds as in this moment as you tried not to fall apart right now.

Once again, he felt you getting closer to your high as he speed up his fingers and his tongue working wonders on your clitoris.

You were just about to climax, when all friction was pulled away from you again.

Not believing, you looked down at Bucky, your wetness on his face and an evil smirk written on his lips.

You just opened your mouth to say something, when he lifted you up once again and entered you with his now very hard manhood without a warning.

The moan leaving your mouth was the most erotic sound he ever heard in his life and he was enjoying that he was the one causing it.

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you tried to adjust to his size. He filled you up perfectly, like his dick was only made for you.

“I only want you to come around my dick, you hear me?”, he whispered into your ear and the words went straight to your core as you nodded.

“Say it”, Bucky commanded.

“I only come around your dick Buck. But please let me come”, you sounded too needy but you didn't care.

Bucky started thrusting gently into you, after you adjusted to his size. No pleasure you received before, was comparing to what he did to you. Sure you imagined this in your head, but the actual feeling of him inside of you made you see starts and never wanting to feel anything else.

His lips captured your in a passionate kiss, while his hips snapped into yours, making your grip on him tighten even more.

The feeling of indescribable pleasure starting to rise in your body once again.

“I feel you getting closer doll. You want to come ?, Bucky knew how to tease you to no limit and he had you in the palm of his hand.

“Yes Bucky, please. You feel too good”, you moan.

“Let go doll, I know you can't hold on any longer”, he gently bit down on your neck and that was all it took for you to lose control.

The feeling of pure pleasure exploded and your walls contracted around his cock. Your back arched shamlessly into his chest and your moans came out uncontrollably.

You never came this hard in your life and it felt just perfect.

With the feeling of your walls faltering around him, it was hard for Bucky to hold on any longer, but when he wanted to pull out of you to finish, your legs tightened around him and keeping him inside.

“I want to feel you James”, you whispered into his ear, still in the afterglow of your own orgasm.

Hearing you say his actual name instead of Bucky, he fell apart and came right into your, letting your juices flow together.

Not being able to keep up any longer, he pushed you back into the wall with his body, clinging to you.

“Fuck..doll”, he smiled and looked at you. “I hope to catch you staring more often”.

“If that's my punishment, then I will gladly accept it”, you said and pulled him into another passionate kiss.

[pleasantanathema]

Porco Galliard | Mercy

Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bondage with a belt, Panties stuffed into Porco’s mouth, A little bit of degradation, Some power play dynamics, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This is quite inspired by late night thirsting with @lady-lunaaa, who somehow loves Pock more than me 🧡 

          Porco Galliard looked so pretty with your panties stuffed in his mouth.

           He was always so whiny, so vocal, so willing to wake up anyone and everyone with the way he begged whenever you decided to play with him. You just wanted to hear what those little pleas sounded like when muffled by your slick-stained panties—they were just as darling, especially when groaned so heartily that drool spilled over flush cheeks.

          And those thick arms of his looked delicious tied above his head with his own belt. His muscles were bulging, biceps flexing as you took your time teasing his weeping cock. Thick fingers were turning white against the leather.

          This wasn’t your end game, no, you were just winding him up, coiling him tighter and tighter until you decided to release him and see what kind of wrath you would face.

          You didn’t often get to be in control of him like this, so you were going to revel in it, going to drown in the power of being able to make him thrash against his binds. It took a lot of effort to tie him up. You’d wrestled with him over it, naked limbs weaving together like rope as you struggled to overpower him.

          Those were the terms he set, having agreed to allowing you to tie him up, only if you were able to force him into it. And you did, once you wrapped your thighs around his perfect jaw.

          Who knew your pussy would be such a marvelous weapon of distraction. Porco had been groaning your name into your cunt when you secured the buckle around his wrists.

          Sliding your panties past plump lips had been a treat. You watched his arched brows furrow, normally perfect hair already starting to spill on his forehead as his tongue pooled with the bittersweet tang of your slick.

          “Don’t act like you don’t like it, baby. Besides you were the one making me wet by teasing me under the table.”

          You were tracing your finger up the ridge of his hard cock, watching him twitch and leak just from a few moments of playful taunting. He’d never been good at self control, his fault only made more evident as a muffled cry left his throat when your thumb circled the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over hot, silken skin. You could feel the blood pouring down to his groin, thickening him up and making his veins pump harder under your touch.

          Your tongue swirled over his nipple, grunts vibrating in his thick chest against your mouth. Your name was in his mouth, soaking into the fabric as he probably begged you to hurry up, to sink your cunt onto his cock so the ache he felt would go away.

          You were careful to keep your pussy away from his cock, even as you sat back on his thighs, you hovered over him, heat just out of reach.

          “God you look so pretty like this,” your point was emphasized as you ran your palms over the arms above his head, feeling his muscles flex. He was always pretty, but now he looked so open, so vulnerable, pink with blush and glistening with sweat.

          The sparse, downy hair on his chest prickled when your hands moved over his pectorals, pinching at his nipples as you slid down his body. Those muffled whines get louder as you lick at his cock, short kitten licks that just leave spit to cool against his skin. Then you peppered his perfect balls with kisses, even going so far as to pop one between your lips before moving away again.

          Amber eyes were practically melting with rage, his cheeks puffing as he spit your panties from between his lips.

          “Untie me. Right now.”

          He was giving you a chance—he could easily move his arms from the pillow if he wanted. But if you freed him, he’d show some kindness. But you didn’t want mercy.

          “Or what, Pock?”

          For once, he didn’t vocalize what he wanted to do to you. No whispers of I’m going to fuck you until you scream, I’ll make you beg for me to let you cum, none of the little threats he’d made in your ear at dinner. No, he was just going to show you.

          Canine teeth ripped at leather and metal as he sat up, muscular thigh pressing up against your pussy as he freed himself. He was quick to pull you below him, man handling you until you were face down in his pillows, the belt he’d torn off being wrapped around your wrists.

          “You’re fucking clever, I’ll give you that. You know I can’t resist that pretty pussy against my mouth.”

          He pulled your hips up, keeping one hand against your back as the other pressed his swollen head against your folds. All you could smell was him on the sheets, all you could feel was his cock slapping against your clit to tease you.

          “Fuck, you’re dripping. Little powertrip really got you off, hm?”

          There was no chance to respond, your breath knocked out of your lungs when he shoved his cock into your cunt. He always felt so fucking good, so fat and full that it made your pussy flutter just to be stuffed with him.

          Porco tangled his fist around your bound wrists, tugging until your shoulders burned and you had to arch your back to meet his strength. His hips were already relentless, his earlier teasing having him chasing that release as quickly as he could. Your body bounced against his, backs of your thighs burning from the sting of his own slapping against yours.

          “I’ll show you what real power is, baby.”

          He laughed as you just babbled out nonsense, brain struggling to keep up with the overload of pleasure building in your belly and racing over your nervous system. A slap to your ass had you crying, tears bubbling over your cheeks from the white-hot mixture of pleasure and pain from his strong hand. He repeated the action a few times, stopping only when he felt your cunt clench around him and cause his focus to fade.

          “Such a good little slut,” he panted out his praise, using the muscles in his arm and shoulder to pull you back farther, grip tightening around the belt on your wrists, “such a tight pussy, god you look so good wrapped around my cock.”

          You were ready to burst, the sounds of his cock thrusting into your wet pussy, the feel of him using you, the hot burn of him spreading you apart, all of it was too much. You were drowning in the ecstasy, floating in the haze of Porco’s fury. You knew he was capable of more, that he didn’t want to hurt you, just bring you into that delicious stupor of pleasure and pain that would have you coming undone.

          “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, g-gonna fill you up,” he moaned, a sweaty hand gripping your hip so mean that you knew it to be true.

          “P-Porco, please, let me—”

          “Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to cum.”

          He dropped you into the mattress as he came, hot cum spurting into your pussy. He always had such fat loads, always made you a fucking mess whenever he fucked you. You could feel his cock still pulsing, over, and over, and over again, strings of seed spilling into your hole for far too long. It dripped down your thighs nice and slow, enough to tease.

          You only milked him more as your pussy sucked him in, looking for your own release. Porco whispered your name a few times in reverence, hand smoothing down your back and hooking around your binds again.

          “Don’t tease me again,” he warned, “next time you tie me up, you better fuck me.”

[subwaysurf45]

Tech problems (bucky x reader)

Summary: bucky doesn’t know how to work the TV, his new phone, anything. After getting made fun if he wants to quit but the reader helps him out.

Pairing: bucky barns x reader

Warning: mentions of death near the end, but it’s mostly fluff

Masterlist!

Bucky stood at the counter in the kitchen, full weight leaning on the concrete slab that most people ate off of. His eyebrows were basically touching as he fiddled with his phone that Tony just gave him, he just couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.

“Hey, old guy!” Tony walked in, “whatcha doing?” He walked over and peered over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Trying to…” his brain wasn’t focused on completing the sentence, more on creating an e-mail.

“I see,” Tony snatched the phone from Bucky’s hands and turned his back to him, Bucky tried to see what he was doing but Tony kept walking around. A little bit of anger grew inside him because Tony seemed just fine at working with tech- everyone did.

Steve had walked in, “Tony, what are you doing?” His voice was tired and annoyed, he already knew what was happening simply from the way Bucky looked longingly at Steve. “Tony-“

“Ah-ta-ta, let me help him.” Tony smirked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’m doing it all for him, aaaand- done!” He turned and slapped the phone in the table, it looked like everyone else’s.

“What did you do to it?” Bucky asked, his anger coming through in his tone.

“Nothing, tin man- old man- silver hair, just nothing.” He seemed like he was telling the truth, “i just did it so you wouldn’t keep annoying me and asking so many god damn questions, jeez.” Tony scoffed and walked away, Bucky didn’t pick up the phone, rather stare at it.

“How stupid am I?” Bucky asked, “really, like you got this figured out in less than a week, Tony told me when I asked for the Bluetooth password.”

“Wifi.” Steve corrected.

“What?” Bucky looked over, “same thing, who cares…” Bucky waved him off, his head snapped up at Steve suppressing a laugh, his stomach sank, “what?” His voice light and almost a whisper.

“It’s not the same thing, very much not the same thing.” He laughed, Bucky sighed, he’d had enough of this. Bucky picked up the phone and walked down the hall, “oh, come on! I’m having fun with you!” Steve laughed.

~~~

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, training with Nat had just ended and you were heading back to your shared room with Bucky. As you walked past the kitchen you saw Steve looking at nothing, he hand kept his head up.

“Why the long face?” You panted, still needing to catch your breath.

“I made fun of Bucky, he’s mad now.” His mouth barley moved, the sentence was muffled.

“About what?” You asked softly but you were still mad, he made fun of your boyfriend.

“Him not knowing how to use tech,” Steve looked up and saw your jaw drop, “what?”

“Literally last night he was so upset because he called me when I was training and he used the emergency signal, so I came running to our room and he had no idea.” You looked towards the bedrooms, “he was so upset with himself that he made me scared, he was all in his head. I need to go check up on him,” you sighed and turned to go to your room; that hot shower had to wait.

Once you made it to your room you softly knocked on the door, “Bucky?” You called, when you heard a hum you opened the door a jar, seeing him slumped over with his phone in his hands. “Hey, babe.” He seemed to break out of his thoughts when you placed a hand on his back.

“Hi, doll face.” He tried to smile, “how’s training?” He looked over to you as you sat beside him.

“Very long and very tiring,” you chuckled, you knew if you asked how he was doing he might get mad or breakdown, “Steve told me what happened, he seemed sad when I was in the kitchen.” Your hand started to rub his upper back, making sure you didn’t hit any scars through the shirt. “You wanna talk about it?” His phone was still on the home page, all the apps were downloaded but you knew he didn’t do that himself.

“I don’t know anything,” he sighed, “i don’t know how to work my phone, the microwave, the TV…I don’t know how to use the system thing in here properly, I can barley understand cars these days, that’s why I use the motorcycle because they didn’t change much but-… y/n, everyone thinks it so funny, the old guy who doesn’t know jack shit about tech.” He slumped forward.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” you moved up to the back of his neck, knowing he likes when you get under into his scalp.

“You’re different.” He stated.

“How so?”

“Because you’ve never been mean to anyone, you’re this shining star, you’re a light and you’re never mean.” His eyes left his phone and he looked at your leg, not wanting to make eye contact after saying that.

Your heart melted, his lips turned up at the quickly kiss to his cheek. He looked over and kissed you back, your hands wrapped around his neck and his pulled your waist in. After pulling away your foreheads rested on one another’s.

“Let me teach you, yeah?” You whispered, “no jokes. No funny business. As long as you need, I’ll go through it all.” You leaned back and waiting for his response.

“I don’t wanna make you go through-“

“Nope. Final rule, no self-doubt.” You smiled, his lip pouted out and he tried to cover his face and blush.

“Okay,” he nodded, “teach me.”

“Not right now,” you laughed, Bucky quirked a brow, “I’m tired and sweaty and I feel gross, also, I would like some cuddles.” You stood and grabbed your towel and a change of comfy clothes, “tomorrow.”

~~~

It was the next day, Bucky sat on the bed as you walked around the TV in your shared room, deep down he wanted to take some notes but he knew if anyone found them, he’d never hear the end of it.

“So let’s start basic,” you stood in front of the blank TV, “let’s say you’ve lost he remote, this is how you control it. Right here,” you pointed to the circle with a line through the top symbol, “that is the universal signal for on and off, look for that. Then, once you’ve pressed it here is the little notches for the volume and then the channel notches.” You pointed as you went along the bottom of the screen.

“Sounds easy,” Bucky muttered more to himself.

“But we have a remote, here, same little symbol, on and off. There, that’s the volume, and the big circle can help navigate up and down, side to side.” You showed him up close, “lots of these buttons will never be used, so I won’t really go through them.” You waved it off. “Okay, test number one, turn of the tv.” You passed the remote.

“Okay…” bucky clicked the button with the symbol he now knew and the screen lit up, some random cartoon played, “yes!” He shit up and jumped, quickly catching himself he sat back down.

“Can you change the channel for me?” You asked, a smirk on your face from his reaction before, he clicked the channel button and it went to the news. “And turn it up, please.”

“Easy,” he smiled and clicked, no sound came out. “What?” He clicked again and the sound came back, but not louder.

“You hit the mute button, use the long button here,” you pointed, he clicked up and it went up one level, after catching on and holding it the volume kept going up, “Bucky-“ you tried to warn but the volume cut out completely.

“Shit.” He stood up, Bucky fiddled with the notches on the actual TV but nothing happened. “What did I do?” His face i genuine terror, “did I break it, oh god, Tony’s gonna get some mad.”

“You blew out the speakers,” after observing the smoke coming out from the side of the TV that was the only possible answer.

“I knew i’d mess it up, I get so cocky, I really thought I had it.” He paced around, tugging his hair.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be fine,” you calmed him and sat him in the bed, “it’s hard at first but it will only get easier.” You smiled before pulling him into a hug, you could feel his sigh of defeat as he hugged back.

You both headed out to the kitchen, Bucky still in a mood from breaking the TV a couple minutes ago. You both had some coffee, yours with a little milk.

“Hello, lovebirds.” Tony walked in, Bucky looked right at his feet and tried not to look awkward. “What’s up with cyborg over here?” Tony giggled.

“Nothing,” you dipped your coffee, Bucky just nodded along.

“I got a notification that the speakers in your room were blown out,” Tony teased, Bucky stiffened and inches closer to you, “what happened?”

Bucky looked up, his mouth open and about to talk. You gently placed a hand on his chest and looked him in the eye, a way of saying ‘I got this’.

“I sat in the remote, turns out my ass poked it right at the volume and I couldn’t figure it out in time.” You laughed, Bucky looked at you crazy before forcing one out.

Tony hunched over, “I can picture that, oh wow- I wish I was there!” He cackled before turning away and walking down the hall, “it’ll be fixed by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

~~~

It was lonely without you, it was very rare you’d go in missions without Bucky but also rare you’d go alone. It was a simple infiltrate, you were more on the espionage rather than Captain America side of powers. 

Bucky had tired to talk to Steve about letting someone go with you, this mission would involve zero contact with the base. But no one listened, it was always going to be you.

It had been a month, three quarters done with the they needed. The tech lesions had to be halted, you weren’t there to teach and Bucky refused to let anyone tell him anything about the tech in his room.

“If only you could see me, babe…” he whispered as he worked the TV, that was the only thing he knew, and he was great at it. Last week he recorded a show, he was never going to watch it, but it as recorded. He almost had a heart attack when the remote stopped working, but it just ran out of batteries.

After doing all the cool tricks he knew he looked over to your side of the bed, it was neatly made and seemed untouched. Whenever you’d be fine for even a night he’d sleep on the ground, but he promised he’d sleep on the bed, but he never rolled over or even sat on your side.

The one thing he missed was the way your shampoo stunk up the whole bed in a good way, when he’d wake up the morning after you’d showered he’d could smell your lavender shampoo right away, it almost puts him back to sleep. But as the days went on, it faded.

Bucky looked around before gently placing his face your pillow, almost like an afterthought of your sent came through; just barley there. His face hovered before he gave in and relaxed on it, he knew if he’d roll around the sent would fade quicker, he didn’t really care.

There was a hard spot on your pillow, he reached under and found a green spiral notebook. It didn’t have anything in the cover, once he opened it a gasp fell from his lips.

It was a notebook, for every piece of tech in the house. From his phone to how F.R.I.D.A.Y. works, it was all there. Intricate diagrams that where labeled, one page had everything he needed to know.

Bucky’s phone sat face down in his bedside table, he flipped the that page and looked it over. He picked up his phone and read through it all, slightly muttering then words that were written to himself like he was being taught.

“Okay, you got this,” he said as he pressed the on button, as he navigated around he learned how to add a contact, send and text, google, the a picture, send an email. Everything.

~~~

You walked into the compound completely exhausted, one black eye layer, the base had been infiltrated. You went to your mission report computer and Tony was there, he gave you your phone.

“Connect back to the wifi,” he nodded before leaving you to connect.

Once you were fully back online your phone began to buzz, over and over. Tons of notifications rolled in. You went to emails first.

From: bucky

To: y/n

Subject: test?

Hellooooooo this is a test, don’t worry about it!

You laughed and scrolled through the other emails, finding out they were all kind of the same, then you went to text messages.

There was a selfie of him holding the green book, his smile couldn’t have been wider. He sent three, probably by accident. But they were still cute.

So I figured hit text!

Kinda cool

I found the book, it was like Christmas

Anyway, I know you won’t read this but I think I’ll try the oven next, I’ll ask wanda about it.

As the texts went on, your heart started to drop and your stomach swirled. They had been getting progressively sadder.

Hey doll face, I hope you’re well, miss you

I miss you

I love you

I wanna marry you one day, maybe live on farm and have a few kids

If you want

Sent: two months ago

I finished your book, I think I know it all now, I’ve been going over those tests you put in the back sleeve, they’re really good

You’re very thoughtful

I know you can’t see this

I don’t know what to do with myself, this is very hard.

Sent: one month ago

Are you dead?

I had a dream you died in my arms, and I can’t tell if it was a flashback or a dream

I hope you’re not

I love you too much

Please come home

Please

I really need you

I wish I never learn how to use this shit, honestly, I can’t seem to put my phone down because this is all I have if you right now. I keep checking it to see if you’ve responded but I know you haven’t, but part of me wants you to respond so I know you’re alive.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

Sent: 24 hours ago

You slammed the phone down and raced down the hall, you passed the kitchen and everyone who smiled at you because they hadn’t seen you in three months, they probably also thought you were dead.

You stopped right before the door, you could hear soft whimpers coming from inside.

“I miss you,” the voice was muffled.

You opened the door silently, you saw Bucky lying right next to your side of the bed, it was still perfectly made. You also saw what looked like glass shattered by the wall, a closer look and it was his phone.

“Bucky?” You asked.

His head shot up and he sat up straight, after wiping his face he ran right over to you. His hug pushed you back on the floor, he just stayed there.

“Don’t ever do that again, please.” His voice was still shaken, “I can’t go through that again.”

“Never again, i was so worried when I saw your text a minuet ago.” You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Your name in my phone, your the only one.” He sniffled, “it was like it was taunting me, I got really mad and I threw it.” He hugged you tighter, “you were supposed to come home two days ago.” He cried.

“I know,” you housed him and sat up, as he pulled away he saw your bruised face, his thumb gently traced the purple mark.

“I don’t want a phone, I like knowing about it, but I’ll only ever borrow yours.” He seemed like he was pledging something, like an oath.

“Done deal,” you pulled him in for a long kiss, hoping it would never end.

[valwentinefics]

Instincts - Helmut Zemo x F!Reader (omegaverse) 18+

Plot: Y/n, an unmated omega, forgets to get a refill of her suppressants, sending her into her heat while at work. Luckily for her notorious criminal and alpha Helmut Zemo is hiding out in the backroom. (Takes place after episode 4 of tfatws)

A/n: First of all I’m sorry, second of all I’m sorry, third of all, You’re welcome. This is my first time writing omegaverse so it’s probably not the best and I haven’t read an omegaverse fic in a hot minute. Sorry my smut is always so short, I really gotta work on that.

Warnings: smut, normal a/b/o things, possessive dirty talk, mentions of omegas being harmed, mentions of fear of being assaulted. (if i missed anything please let me know)

As an unmated omega, Y/n knew well of the dangers of the world. Everywhere she looked alphas lurked around looking for their own omega, a rare thing to have in this society. Although omegas were coveted and prized they were still at the bottom of the hierarchy and were expected to be subservient to whatever alpha marked them, a thought that terrified Y/n. Stories of alphas that harmed omegas were sickeningly common, and with everyone plastering on fake kindness in hopes to place their mark on her neck, Y/n was terrified she would end up a statistic.

Suppressants were Y/n’s saving grace, an illegal method to mask her true nature from the world and pose as a beta where she could live her life peacefully, something she could never do as an omega. If she were to get caught she could face serious time in a correctional facility built just for omegas to learn their place in the world, and so every day was filled with caution and fear.

“God I look like shit.” Y/n’s heavy eyes looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the bags under her eyes deep and only looking worse due to the harsh fluorescent light buzzing away above her. The illegal suppressants had many side effects ranging from life threatening to mildly troublesome, but the one that affected Y/n most was the inability to fall asleep. Each night was spent tossing and turning, her body feeling restless. 

Sluggishly Y/n grabbed her concealer, dabbing it on beneath her eyes, her hands shaking with exhaustion. She finished with a sigh, running her hands through her hair to remove any major knots. She didn’t have the energy to fully go through her hair, not seeing the point. She was hidden as a beta anyways, no one would give her a second glance. Y/n opened the medicine cabinet, looking for the white box of suppressants, only to not find it anywhere. Her stomach sank as she realized she forgot to get her refill yesterday. It would be fine though, she hoped. She had gone without them before and hadn’t gone in heat, surely it would be the same thing this time, but for some reason there was a nagging feeling in her mind it wouldn’t be.

Y/n grabbed her perfume, spraying it on herself. The scent was cinnamon, similar to her natural scent as an omega, but it had the slight acrid scent of being a perfume. She hoped that would be enough to convince the alphas she passed by that she was just a beta wearing perfume. It wasn’t something she used often, only when her overtired brain didn’t remember to get the refill of her suppressants. 

“That's good enough, I hope.” Y/n mumbled to herself. She smoothed out her short sundress, the light flowy fabric ending at her mid thigh. It was her favourite dress, she felt and knew she looked cute in it. Y/n didn’t like to wear things like this often, she didn’t want the attention of anyone, but frankly she felt like shit and needed the joy looking nice brought her.

The walk to the flower shop had Y/n’s body feeling hot, however she assumed it was the warm weather, not wanting her paranoia to make her miss work. The flower shop she owned was Y/n’s only source of income and it wasn’t a bad one at that. It was common for alpha’s to come in and buy bouquets to give to the first omega they see on the streets in an attempt to woo them. That was another reason Y/n refused to accept her status as an omega. Every bit of romance was just disingenuous. Alpha’s only wanted to have the honour of being chosen by an omega, they didn’t care about who that omega was. However, Y/n was happy it paid her bills.

-

The day went by smoothly until closing time when Y/n turned off the open sign, the neon light no longer lighting up the darkening street outside. As she grabbed her keys to leave a sharp pain went through her abdomen, causing a gasp to escape her throat. She rested a hand on the painful area, eyes wide. She should have listened to her instincts, she should have stayed home, but she didn’t and now she was going into heat in her store. Y/n paced, her mind running at a hundred miles an hour as she tried to figure out what to do. She couldn’t go home, walking would be near impossible for her with her heat approaching fast. She would have to wait it through in her shop with no relief. 

“Oh fuck…” Y/n groaned in pain, leaning against the wall. She knew she had to find something to eat to get the strength to get through this. With shaky steps she headed to the back, her hand glued to her abdomen as if that would alleviate her pain. As she approached the door to the back room her blood went cold, her nose picking up the faint scent of an alpha through the thick door. 

She debated opening it. Her instincts were telling her to open it and get his help with the heat, her brain told her it could be dangerous. Eventually decided to confront him, to ask what he was doing and maybe for his help getting home if he didn’t seem too awful. With her keys clutched between her fingers just in case, she slowly opened the door, her body almost melting at the scent that wafted to her.

A man dressed in a long coat with a fur collar stared back at her with shock, the scent of pine trees wafting off of him. “Omega…?” He spoke with a Sokovian accented voice. It took Y/n a few moments before the identity of the dangerously handsome man registered in her mind. She had seen him on the news. He was Helmut Zemo, the man who almost single handedly destroyed the Avengers.

Y/n shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate. “You’re Helmut Zemo… What- what are you doing here?” She asked, fixing her posture to appear assertive and trying her best to resist the urge to submit right there. A mixture of fear and arousal was filling her body to the point where she thought she might explode.

“So you’ve heard about me?” He tilted his head slightly. “I needed a place to hide for a bit, I’ve been scoping this place out. You’re the owner, Y/n, correct?” Y/n gulped but nodded, worried about why he was hiding out. “That doesn’t matter right now. Why are you here? It’s not safe for an omega in heat to be out in public.” He scolded as if Y/n didn’t know that. It was odd, having the notorious criminal seem to care about her safety. She wondered what he was trying to achieve, if anything.

“It wasn’t my choice okay?” She snapped, a wave of pain washed over her and she slumped against the door frame with a groan. Zemo got up, moving to her quickly but stopping once Y/n had flinched, worried he was going to try something.

“You need to get home, where’s your car? I'll escort you there.” He said, his voice was strained and Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but land on the growing bulge in his pants. He was going into a rut which explained his current caring and protective nature. Her mouth watered at the thought of having his cock in her mouth but she tore her eyes away, looking to the side to avoid him. 

“I don’t have a car… too expensive.” She groaned out, her breaths growing to pants as she started to overheat, fanning herself with her hand.

Zemo let out a staggered exhale, running his hand through his formerly perfectly done hair. “What’s your address? I’ll bring you there myself.” Y/n was impressed at the amount of self control this alpha had. Even as his rut was beginning he managed to stay calm and collected for the most part, but Y/n knew it was hard for him, sweat ran down his forehead as he strained to keep control.

Reluctantly Y/n told him her address knowing he was her best bet at getting home safely. A whimper escaped her throat as she felt her slick begin to drip down her thigh. She clenched her legs together, desire seeping into every part of her. She wanted the alpha’s knot more than anything she had ever wanted before. She could hardly focus on what Zemo was doing, not noticing he had draped his coat over her and picked her up until they were already out the door.

Zemo didn’t breathe as often as he needed while he walked, trying not to inhale Y/n’s scent as he moved at a quick pace, shooting piercing glares at every passerby that dared look their way. He felt protective over the little omega. His cock strained uncomfortably against his pants as his mind filled with thoughts of mating with her, but he pushed them back, not wanting to take advantage of her. Arriving at the apartment building he used her keys to unlock the door to the humble apartment, locating her room and placing her down on her bed. Y/n took off his coat and offered it back.

“You can keep the jacket for now, I’ll come back for it once you’re done with your heat.” He said, quickly turning around. Y/n’s hand shot out, grabbing his gloved hand.

“Please alpha, don't leave, help me.” She whimpered. Y/n didn’t know where that had come from, but she didn’t regret it, knowing it wasn’t just her heat talking. He was powerful, respectful, not to mention handsome. Everything a good mate should be, even though Y/n knew mating with a dangerous man like him was out of the question. Y/n found herself liking the man despite knowing what he had done and not knowing him long. She knew he would treat her well during her heat, if he accepted.

“Are you sure omega?” He asked, not facing her in fear that he would pounce on her as soon as he saw the desire in her eyes. 

“Yes alpha, please…” Y/n whimpered again, giving his hand a small tug. “I need you”

That was all he needed to lose control. Zemo turned around to face her, stalking to the bed as he removed his shirt, straddling Y/n’s warm needy body. Her smaller hands reached out, undoing his belt and palming Zemo’s cock through his pants. Y/n couldn’t help the filthy thoughts that flooded her mind, desire for the dangerous man’s knot consuming her.

Zemo let out a groan, taking off his pants and boxers, letting his painfully hard cock free. Y/n’s eyes were clouded with lust as she leaned forward, mouth open and ready to suck it. He tapped the side of her cheek with his cock, running his hand through her hair and gripping it.

 “No liebling, this is about you. I can wait for another time.” He let go of her hair and Y/n laid down, watching the alpha as he took off her panties and put her legs over his shoulders, running his cock slowly up and down her folds and coating itself in her slick, the tip teasing her as it came so close to going in. Y/n let out a little whine, letting him know she was growing impatient. “I apologize omega, it’s rude of me to tease.” He smirked before shoving himself all the way in easily.

Y/n’s toes curled as she let out a loud gasping moan, throwing her head back in pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her, the position they were in allowing him to reach every part of her with ease. His hands ran up and down her waist as he let out a deep moan. Y/n’s eyes were locked on him as he fucked her deeply, causing her to let out a whimper of pleasure with every thrust.

“Look at you little omega, taking my cock so well.” He reached over to cup her cheek in his hand, rubbing circles into the soft flesh with his thumb. “Does it feel good?” His hand dropped from her cheek and began to rub her clit with just enough roughness to send her over the edge, a loud moan escaping her as she came.

“Yes, fuck! harder, please!” She said between moans, her hands tangling themselves in Zemo’s hair and gripping it as she panted.

Zemo moaned as he re-adjusted her legs on his shoulders, picking up the pace. “This pussy of yours, it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you through this heat and every heat you have next.” He growled, hitting Y/n’s sweet spot, making her cry out in ecstasy. 

Y/n felt warm inside at his words. Her pussy clenched around his cock as the stimulation from him rubbing her clit and pounding into her sent her over the edge again, panting as she came hard. He was good at making her feel good, and for once Y/n was glad she was an omega.

“Fuck, you feel so good clenched around me. Do you want my knot in you, little omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked cockily, receiving a desperate whine from Y/n.

“Please, please, please!” She begged, the only thoughts filling her mind were those of need for his knot buried deep into her. 

“How can I refuse... when you’re asking so nicely, liebling.” He spoke between grunts. His thrusts slowly became more sloppy and deep and Y/n knew he was about to cum.

With one last deep thrust Zemo buried his cock all the way into Y/n’s pussy, his knot trapping the two together as he emptied his cum into Y/n. She felt so full in a good way, her breaths heavy with exhaustion as she internally frowned at the thought of Zemo pulling out of her. His knot alleviated the worst of her heat and as she laid there sore and sweaty, her now clearer mind had no regrets about what had happened. 

Zemo pulled out after a while, his knot going away. A smile danced on his lips as he saw the cum dripping out of her as he pulled out his cock. Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed as she moved to a more comfortable position on the bed. Zemo grabbed his jacket from the floor, dusting it off and draping it over the omega’s tired form. Hesitantly he hovered over her before pressing a soft kiss on the top of her head, deeply inhaling her scent. 

Not wanting to intrude any more, he got dressed and walked over to the couch, exhaustion filling his body as he slumped down onto it, closing his eyes with a smile. He could tell he would need all the rest he could get while he rode out the omega’s heat with her. He was so happy he decided to hide out at that flower shop.

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Tags: @peculiar-monstar​ @lovelyzabrak-meadow​ @captainsherlockwinchester110283​

[and-knowing-is-half-the-battle]

Winterrogation, Chapter 4: The Experiment

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Summary: The Winter Soldier has had his memory erased, but the doctor has a use for you yet.

Pairing: Winter soldier x fem!reader

Work Count: 1.6K

Warnings: sex pollen, minors DNI, dubcon/noncon, noncon exhibition, penetrative sex, rough sex, biting, fingering, humiliation, creampie.

A/N: Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites.

Picture source: bucky-daddy

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You had sat alone in the Winter Soldier’s quarters for at least a day. You were confused by the recent events between you, but now knew for certain that he was a prisoner as well. A dangerous one. Despite that, you had found yourself actively worrying about him after they had taken him away at gunpoint. And then there were the guttural screams you had heard. You didn’t sleep well, those screams hard to shake from your head. 

During your boredom, you had started to leaf through his military strategy books, surprised when a small, white feather fell out of one. You admired it in the lamp light, it’s delicate tendrils long and soft. Maybe there was more to him than you had seen. 

While staring at it for the thousandth time, you heard the bars being removed from the doors. You guiltily placed it back in the book and shut it, not wanting him to see you invading his privacy, despite staying in his room. You were surprised to discover two guards behind the door, who once again escorted you without explanation down the hall, holding you by your arms. You lost track of the turns, your heart racing with fear. You found yourself in a room with at least a dozen men milling around and a large observation window behind them. The guards pulled you out of the way, into the corner, and held you in place. You unconsciously craned to see around the men and through the window until one of the guards yanked you firmly back into place.

“Gentlemen, may I have your attention,” one middleaged man said, standing with his back to the window. The room stilled. “Today we have a unique opportunity to test what our research team has developed. We have long been curious about its effects on super soldiers,” he gestured behind him, and you could finally see a nearly empty room, excepting the Winter Soldier in a chair, back rigid, eyes forward. 

“Administer the pollen,” he snapped his fingers in the air, and a man left the room, reappearing on the other side of the window. He approached the unflinching Winter Soldier and injected him in the neck with a red substance. “It should take around 5 minutes to take effect. Let us introduce the target,” he gestured again, and you felt yourself being pulled across the room. The guards pulled you through the door and shoved you inside before latching it behind you. You would still hear the man’s words, though it was muffled by the thick glass. 

“The target is known to the Winter Soldier, but he has undergone a memory wiping as of yesterday. It is known that they are sexually compatible,” he went on as you struggled to process what you just heard, “now let us observe the results. The pollen has reduced regular men to lustful dogs,” he chuckled, and the room joined, “unable to find peace until they complete in a target, but let us finally see how a super soldier reacts.” You shuddered at their detachment and amusement at your predicament. 

You could now see that there was also a metal table to the side, and you gravitated toward it, feeling vulnerable in the large open space. The Winter Soldier continued to sit at attention in the center of the room. Did he even hear what they had said? You decided to approach him, and did so cautiously. They had said his memory had been wiped, which you didn’t even know was possible, but they also said you had a few minutes before the pollen likely took effect. 

As always, you were intimidated by his sheer size as you moved in front of him. His eyes took a moment, but seemed to focus on you. You stepped forward slowly, with your hands out in front of you, again feeling that you were approaching a large animal, rather than a man. You searched for any hint of recognition, but were disappointed to find none. Like he was looking through you. 

“Are you ok?” you asked in a low voice, “Did they hurt you?” His face didn’t change, but something told you he could hear you. You took a risk and stepped even closer. You could hear his heavy breath and see his chest gently moving in and out. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how to address him, despite how intimate you had been. “Are you alright?” you tried again, afraid to breathe.

The change was sudden. His eyes darkening, his jaw tightening, and his fists clenching at his sides. His groan of pain rang off the walls as he closed his eyes and stood, the chair flung like a toy behind him. Fear ripped through your gut as he towered above you, but your feet felt cemented to the floor. 

He groaned again, teeth bared in a grimace, muscles on his neck bulging. His chest heaved and his eyes snapped open, then found you. 

Your feet mercifully began to work as you stumbled back, trying to escape. It took him one step to catch up with you, his large hand grabbing your arm and rooting you in place. You turned to face him, terrified of what you would see. You had seen him lustful before, but his eyes were feral. He pulled you into him, biting into your neck with force. You cried out in pain, trying to push away uselessly. While still clamped down on you, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and literally ripped it to the neck, his hands desperately seeking your skin. Despite yourself, you could feel a wetness grow between your legs. 

Shit. You forgot he can smell it. He pulled back, forcefully pulling your tattered shirt away from you, then tearing at your pants. His flesh forearm pulled your lower back firmly toward him, allowing you to feel his giant bulge. He growled at the contact, rutting against you while he buried his face against your hair. Your face was pressed against his chest, and his smell overwhelmed you, woody and familiar. 

He lifted you effortlessly by your ass, you instinctively wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep from falling. He crashed you onto the table and his face pushed into you, licking and biting along your neck, chest, and abdomen while his hands roamed hungrily. He bit onto your bra impatiently as he shoved his metal hand down your underwear, his fingers entering your pussy with ease. You moaned as he pumped them into you repeatedly, and your head fell back, feeling your self control start to unravel. 

That’s when you heard the cheering. The men observing you were hooting at the sight before them, and your cheeks heated in embarrassment. 

“Please, no,” you weakly begged as his thumb found your clit, circling it deliciously as he pressed his erection against your knee. When you tried to sit up, his flesh hand found your throat and held you down. This display of dominance worked against you as you felt a familiar warm sensation building deep inside you.

“Not here, not here,” you chanted, your vision starting to blur from his grasp. When his teeth pulled your bra down enough to find your nipple, you snapped, your orgasm coursing through you as you bucked in his grasp, wailing. As you came down, you heard lascivious commentary coming from the observation room. 

“Did you see that?!”

“I’d like to try her next!”

“Doc, can I bring this stuff home to my wife?”

The Winter Soldier was unaffected by their noises, dropping his hands to pull at his pants. The button flew off, hitting the wall with an audible crack, as he revealed his impressive cock. You found yourself clenching at the sight of it, wondering if it had somehow gotten even bigger. 

He pulled you roughly to the edge of the table and pushed your underwear to the side, entering you slowly and letting out a cry of relief as his head fell back. Your walls accommodated him as you gasped for air, totally stuffed full. You never got used to how he hit all your spots at once. It occurred to you in some corner of your already cockdrunk brain that you had never seen him this raw before. He was usually in complete control. 

When he began to thrust, you melted onto the table, keening rhythmically as you held the edge to brace yourself. He held your hips tightly, going deeper and faster than you remembered, and you were lost, everything gone but the sensation. The table scraped loudly across the floor, inches at a time, until it hit the wall and there was nowhere else to go. His face was red and covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes screwed closed, mouth hanging open as he panted. You were mesmerized by his every twitch, drinking in how you could read him so well. 

He reached his flesh hand down to play with your clit again, your moans becoming louder. You knew how he liked to feel you cum around him to push him over the edge. This time you paid the audience no mind as you arched, waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again. He groaned in appreciation as he came inside you, his hips eventually stilling. He leaned over you, both of you panting for a moment before he pulled out. 

He seemed to come to his senses then, tucking himself quickly back inside his pants and backing away from you, not meeting your eyes. You pushed yourself gingerly off the table, testing your shaky legs. 

“Well gentlemen, it would seem it has a strong effect, but he was able to stave it off enough to consider the target’s pleasure. We will continue with our research to see what adjustments need to be made, and will provide you with a copy of our report from today’s findings. Clean this up,” the man waved his hand dismissively, and guards entered the room to whisk you off once again. 

Chapter 5

[binxyu]

Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?

>>Pairing:  Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader

>>Word Count: 2.4k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation

Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.

Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.

You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.

Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.

“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.

“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.

“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.

That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.

“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.

“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.

“Only one week?”.

“Only one week”.

It’s definitely been longer than one week.

Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.

Puzzles, books, even cooking.

But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.

Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.

Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.

Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happiness overwhelms them all.

“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.

“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.

“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.

“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.

“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to that drawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.

Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.

“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.

You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.

Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.

No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.

“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.

You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.

Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.

“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.

“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.

Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.

“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.

“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.

“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.

Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.

“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.

You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.

“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.

“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.

Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.

“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.

“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.

“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.

“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.

“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.

“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.

Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.

“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.

“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.

“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.

“The best. You’re always my good boy”.

[levixreader]

(Lemon!Modern!AU) Dirty Talking- Levi x Reader - Maybe

Warning: You’re about to read mature and suggestive themes

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You stared blankly up to his grey eyes.

Marry?

Marry.

Did he say MARRY?

You held your breath, not really able to think. You were confused. He didn't want to get married, he had told you so on the first couple of dates. He had explicitly said that he didn't believe in marriage. Yet, his narrow grey eyes stared down at you still waiting. His face was blank per usual, stripped from expressions. But you knew better. He was impatiently waiting for you to do, well... anything. But you couldn't even move. All you managed was your eyebrows to twitch. Your brain had melted.

"So?",

He finally asked after five long minutes of silence. You swallowed harshly, the sweat glueing your shirt to your back.

"I- Mmnm-",

You said incomprehensively. You had completely forgotten how to string words together. What the hell was this. Did he just completely ignore the fact that you hadn't seen each other for weeks and had an explosive fight that almost ended you? And now he wanted to get married?!

"What?"

Levi asked confused. You were panicking. What were you supposed to answer? Yes? But he didn't want to get married, you had tried to make him see things your way for months until you finally caved and accepted the fact that it wasn't what he wanted and you could live without being married but couldn't without him. So how was it that now he decided to shift everything again?! Would he change his mind after? And then what? You would get your hopes up just to be crushed?

"If you don't want to, just say so"

He said, his eyebrows knitting together. His face while passive, hid a bit of hurt in his eyes. This wasn't fair. You looked like the villain here! When in fact it was him who simply changed your world, again! Like... what? Are you simply suppose to say yes?? And then get married?? No.

Wait.

Why not?

He sighed and turned his face away from you. After all, no answer is an answer.

"Yes",

You said almost in a whisper. The moment the word slipped out your mouth you raised a hand to touch your lips. Had you really just said yes? Your stomach twisted into a knot. You felt as if you had forcefully swallowed butterflies and now they were trying to push out your stomach.

You said yes.

Levi's eyes opened, like plates. He wasn't really expecting that. He looked at you waiting. He was afraid he had misheard. He had wanted to hear that word that he was sure he could have imaged it. After all, he had hammered in the idea of never getting married.

You sat up, your eyes never leaving his.

"Yes",

You repeated more confidently. A small smile twisting your lips upward.

"Yes",

You said again this time smiling widely.

"Yes!",

This time you half screamed throwing your arms around his neck.

He stared, still wide-eyed, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But then, he felt you. He felt your arms around him, he heard you repeat yourself three more times. But that wasn't enough, he wanted to hear it again.

"Yes?",

He asked softly into your neck. You squeezed him tighter. Your heart running a standing marathon.

"Yes, yes, yes!",

You answered. He held you closer hiding his face under your neck. He could feel your heart on his shoulder.

You had said yes.

You were getting married.

"We're getting married",

You said, more in disbelief than anything else. He tightened his grip on you, wordlessly reassuring you. This wasn't something he had exactly planned and he didn't quite know what to do next. He simply wanted you. All of you. Even on paper. He needed to know that no matter what you would still be there, sleeping in his bed,  even when you fought.

"What are we going to do?",

You asked deep in thought. A little confused, he released you slightly, just enough to look at you. He had this knack for deciphering your stray thoughts by looking at your face. Except, looking at your face didn't clear anything up. You looked as if in a daze.

"What do you mean?",

He asked softly. His hands moved a smidge lower in your back. Your eyes found him and a sweet rose blush coloured your cheeks. This made him frown a little, an idea popping into his head. This time, his hands went down to your ass. Your blush deepened making him smirk in the process. You looked panicked, which, only encouraged him to squeeze.

"L-levi!",

You stammered in protest. But, it was too late. You could see the playful glint in his eyes. He wasn't about to let you go, not when it had been weeks. Before you could protest anymore his mouth found your neck.

"Eeep",

You squealed. It had been a mistake. A complete and utter mistake. He let go of your neck and looked directly at you in shock. An even bigger shock than you agreeing to marry him.

"What did you just say?"

He asked his customary smirk returning.

"Nothing!",

You quickly answered. Silently cursing at yourself. His smirk just grew wider.

"No! Levi! Wa-"

You knew what that meant. You knew what that smirk meant. There was nothing you could do. Absolutely nothing. His lips claimed yours, his hands working your bottom. Fuck, it has been a minute. You missed this, you needed this. He lifted you slightly to reposition you on him so that you were straddling him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers immediately finding his silky dark locks. You wanted more. You wanted to feel his skin on yours, you wanted your breasts to be on his hard, naked chest.

He needed you too, he could barely make it through those weeks. He needed to be inside you. He needed you as you needed him. He removed his hands from your ass making you whimper into his mouth in protest. He bit your lip in response. His fingers gracefully unbuttoning your pants. You should have just worn a skirt. Why hadn't you worn a skirt? His erection was painfully pressing against your belly button as though it was trying to break free and imbed itself in your, it didn't matter where in your, just in you.

"Levi",

You moaned in need. He grunted finally being able to unbutton your stupidly complicated pants.

"Levi",

You moaned again looking up to allow him more access to your neck. His lips were warm, melting every spot they kissed and licked. His hands moved to your button down shirt. His patience was running thin, and his fingers were itching to touch your skin.

"Ahhmn",

You said when you felt him suck at the base of your neck and collarbone. That was it. Fuck your tiny buttons. He ripped open your shirt, the buttons flying everywhere in his office. He didn't care, he needed to see your body, to touch it, to hear you moan his name as he came in you. His hands immediately greeted your breasts, pushing your bra down. You bit your lip in anticipation. You knew what he wanted, you knew what he was about to do. He released your neck leaving behind a swollen red spot. His face was at eye level with your breasts. He sighed, taking a second to appreciate the view in front of him.

When he didn't dive in, you looked down just to find grey eyes already expecting you. His eyes were soft, filled with an uncommon warmth for Levi.

"I love you",

You said breathlessly. He gave you a small smile and buried himself in your breasts. His mouth finding your hardened nipples.

"Ahhhh",

Dear LORD, this man was going to be the death of you. How could he elicit such warmth one second and the next one make you feel as if your skin was on fire? His hands found themsleves on your hips, keeping you in place as he made his way around your left breast. He had a preference for it. You could feel yourself getting wetter, you wanted more, you needed more. Your hips started moving against his erection. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, he was grasping to every shred of self restrain. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted to enjoy you, throughly enjoy you.

"Hey",

He said calling out your attention back to his eyes. A smirk lingered in his grey orbs.

"Yes?",

You said in a breathy tone. He smirked wider grabbing you again by you ass and flipping you so that your back was on the couch and he was on top.

"I'm going to fuck my wife now"

[megan-is-mia]

For once I did this after my homework after having five sets of notes due, so I also noticed there is a lack of Ruggie on the masterlist so can I request a yandere Ruggie heat scenario spicy non con, 21 delusional prompt, basically he's in heat and has wanted to confess to reader but what better way or time than now when his urges are screaming for her

(Yay! Good boys/girls who do their homework get their smut requests filled :P) 21. “All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.” (Yandere! Ruggie Bucchi x Fem! S/o) 21. “All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.” (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD)

Being in heat sucked, that was for sure. Ruggie hated how his body became a slave to his mating instincts. He hated how it made him ready to melt like putty if a girl so much as looked his way. Back home in Afterglow, he’d had no choice but to try and go about his normal activities and hope some big, aggressive hyena girl wouldn’t take a shine to him. That was one thing he really liked about Night Raven College: no bossy, pushy hyena girls ready to grab and force him into a relationship just cause his pheromones tickled her fancy. 

Besides he had his eye on someone in particular nowadays, a pretty human girl by the name of (Y/n). He’d planned on asking her out for ages now but things just kept getting in the way of his plans for it. So much time had passed since he realized he had feelings for the girl and his feelings were only getting stronger by the day. Today was gonna be the day, the day he finally confessed his feelings and asked (Y/n) to be his girlfriend. He was feeling hot and fidgety all day long, barely able to focus on what was happening in class.

“Ruggie-kun, you’re not looking so well ” (Y/n) said gently leaning over her desk to tap the hyena boy’s shoulder and made him jump in surprise, jolted back to reality by her touch. “Your face is all flushed” she continued reaching up to place the back of her hand against his forehead. “And your skin is burning up!” she added with a gasp before pulling her hand away as Ruggie let out a whine at the loss of contact. For a moment when she’d been touching him his body had felt at peace and cool for the first time all day.

“You should go to the nurse’s office and get some help in case it’s something serious” (Y/n) said, putting a hand on Ruggie’s shoulder and keeping it there. The hyena-boy knew what was wrong with him: he was in heat. He would have realized sooner if he hadn’t been so focused on trying to get his nerves together to confess to the girl. No… that was wrong to say, if he was being honest his heat-induced instincts were the only thing giving him the courage to be around the girl right now. “I’m fine, I just need to get back to my dorm” Ruggie said, reaching up to grip (Y/n)’s   hand where it lay on his shoulder. “But it would be nice if I had someone to lean on and help me get there in one piece…” he said looking up at the girl purposely biting his lip and pressing his ears against his skull to pull on her heartstrings. For the moment (Y/n) looked hesitant, before her gentle heart overtook her more cautious nature and she promised to help him back to Savanaclaw when class ended. As they made their way towards the dorm Ruggie pieced together his master plan and by the time they reached his room, he knew just what to do. Allowing (Y/n) to help him onto the bed and waiting for her to turn her back on him before activating his unique magic. The girl let out a surprised yelp as she was forced to walk towards the door, lock it before turning around and returning to the bed to sit in Ruggie’s lap. Then and only then did the hyena dispel “Laugh With Me” on his victim.

“Ruggie-kun! What are you doing!” (Y/n) protested trying to push the boy away and instead got her arms grabbed and pinned. “Shishishi, I always thought you were really cute, even though you’re human. I’ve been wanting to confess to you for awhile now but it never felt like the right time” Ruggie said in a drawl gripping (Y/n)’s arms tight as he glared hungrily at her. “Until now that is, guess the one nice thing about being in heat is it makes it easier, to be honest” he added nuzzling the girl’s neck.

“Heat?” (Y/n) questioned, her voice choking up with confusion from that single word.“Yeah, I’m in heat. Usually, I’d just hide in my room and hump a pillow until the feeling goes away. Back home I’d have to try and hide from the girls so they’d not get any ideas about tying me down. Now though…” Ruggie trailed off licking the sweat that was starting to collect on (Y/n)’s throat. “Now I got you... the idea of being tied down… getting hitched… shit doesn’t sound so bad” he added lustily. The words falling from the hyena’s lips made (Y/n) shiver and she reacted purely on instinct when she threw her head forward to headbutt Ruggie. The force of the impact was enough to get him to release his grip on her limbs and give her a chance to scramble backward on the bed. (Y/n)’s unwillingness to take her eyes off of the boy was her downfall as she moved too far and went tumbling off the bed backwards and landing on the floor with a loud thump that knocked the air right out of her. Daring to waste only a moment recovering herself, (Y/n)’s rolled over onto her hands and knees with the intent of making a break for the door to put distance between herself and the heat-crazed hyena. She felt his hand wrap around her ankle yanking it up into the air and lifting her stomach off the ground in the process. She felt his other hand running down her thigh to grab at her skirt and panties before pulling them towards her ankles then tossing them across the room.

“Quit wiggling so much, if you don't stay still I might accidentally bite yah” Ruggie whined his nails digging deeper into (Y/n)’s thighs as he held them spread so he could more easily access her nethers. Deciding it would be better not to fight until she had a better plan of action she allowed the boy to tug her back up onto the bed. She felt a tongue licking dangerously close to her cunt and pressed her face into the pillows to muffle the squeaky whine that slipped from her lips. Ruggie could feel his rational brain melting away from the delicious aroma that radiated from (Y/n)’s now exposed pussy and he licked her inner thigh with his nose almost brushing against her opening. She’d make an excellent mate, he could tell by how good she smelled as he slipped his tongue inside her for a proper taste. The girl tasted even better than she smelled, and she was quickly becoming rather wet as her protests and complaints turned into moans and groans instead.

The hyena let out a growl as a mix of (Y/n)’s juices and his own drool spilled from the corner of his mouth, her fluids were like life-giving water and he was a parched man. His instincts were telling him to just mount her already, before she changed her mind and decided he wasn’t worthy of mating her. He resisted, if only barely so. Ruggie had to remind himself that a human girl like (Y/n) wouldn’t adapt so easily to his cock and he'd have to be very careful with her so she’d only feel pleasure.

He continued probing her insides with his tongue, adding a few fingers to start loosening her up. His efforts seemed to be working as (Y/n)’s hips suddenly flew back driving his tongue and fingers deeper into her cunt. Ruggie chuckled, humping against the sheets below his cock still trapped below the fabric of his pants (buying underwear with a tail hole was a waste of money so he always went commando) and making a wet spot from the amount of pre-cum on his tip. (Y/n) bit her lip and squeezed the pillows tighter to her face. She wanted to squeeze her legs shut but Ruggie’s grip on her thighs kept that from being a possibility. The girl could feel the tension building up in her stomach before suddenly culminating in a messy and loud orgasm that made her back arch abruptly. The hyena greedily slurped down her juices as he fumbled with his pants. Successfully unzipping his pants he pulled them only down enough so that his cock was free for business. Carefully lining up the head of his cock with the young woman’s dripping slit, the boy thrust in too impatient and heat-crazed to wait any more time with being slow. Ruggie wrapped an arm around (Y/n)’s waist and braced the other against the headboard as he began thrusting wildly in and out of her. The girl bit down harder on her lip until it started to bleed before a finger slipped into her mouth to wedge it open and put a stop to that. Her head was forcefully turned to the side and her mouth was claimed in a kiss. Gradually (Y/n) started to enjoy herself despite how roughly she was being treated by the horny hyena, her nerves singing as he bit and scratched her between kisses and desperate thrusts of his dick into her pussy that hit her sweet spot like nothing else ever had. She could almost pretend she was doing this with someone she was actually interested in until the thought occurred to her. What if Ruggie didn’t pull out? What then? She was not ready to risk getting pregnant. Sadly whether she wanted to take that risk or not, wasn’t her choice as she got no warning before the boy was creaming inside her and going still as something swelled up locking the boy in place inside her as his head came to rest on her shoulder. (Y/n) was panting heavily as was Ruggie who’s hand had drifted from her waist to her stomach. “I wonder if you’ll get knocked up from just that… probably not but we can keep trying until it finally sticks” the hyena said dreamily, his cock already back at full hardness despite his heavy release. “Why, why are you doing this? What did I do to you? I thought we were friends” (Y/n) whimpered feeling the cum inside her sloshing about as Ruggie shifted his weight and placed a kiss on her cheek. “I don't wanna be friends. I wanna be your mate dumbass… all I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. That's why I’m doing this shishishi” the boy said with a chuckle, placing another kiss on the girl’s cheek before sitting up and making himself ready for round two… THE END