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thegrandlinesimp · 2 years

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Hello!!! This one is a crazy idea I had:

Gender: afab

Pace: tender

Character (provide 2): Crocodile or Doffy

These two man are anything BUT "tender" so I'm a bit curious to see what you come up with! Thank you!!! Bye-bye!

Are you challenging me, mortal! Me? Whomst has been writing for FIFTEEN years, and writing smut for TEN! I began writing not long after you first became conscious of your existence! *thunderclaps* you want soft, I’ll give you soft! *spins wheel* yesssss, the most romantic position known to humanity! *puts My Heart Will Go On on repeat* buckle up bitches…

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Literally the softest smut I've ever written published!

Line’s 200 Followers Event: Carnal or Tender

Crocodile, Tender: Louts Position

Crocodile sighed, massaging the back of his aching neck and yawning as he reached his bedroom door. It had been a long, tiring day, with paperwork, more paperwork, a two and a half hour meeting which was followed by even more paperwork.

But then again, who said overthrowing a monarchy while simultaneously keeping face as a national hero and running an underground criminal syndicate was easy?

You made it better though, being the Hero of Alabaster was made easier when he had a loving spouse by his side to help him keep up appearances. The people loved you, women envied you and men could only look longingly from afar. The people thought you were an angel, but he knew you were a devil in disguise. You knew of his plans, he told you everything, and you gave your input with a sly smile that matched his own.

He finally reached his bedroom, silently falling into sand and slipping beneath the door so as not to wake you. His eyes found your shared bed and he gave a rare smile of content, watching as the covers - tucked under your chin to protect you from the cold desert night - rose and fell in time with your even breathing, your hair strewn across your pillow in messy waves. Crocodile’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he realised you were hugging one of his pillows.

He could do with just the one tonight, your smile was too heartwarming for him to disturb you.

He put out his cigar and stripped down to his briefs, hanging his coat on the end bedpost before carefully lifting the covers to climb in. That’s when he paused, having moved the sheet from over your shoulder, giving him a peak of what you were wearing.

Was that…

Curious, he pulled back the covers from you a little more. All exhaustion was promptly replaced by the soft, aching warmth of arousal at the sight of you wearing his favourite babydoll, the one he got for you on your fifth wedding anniversary. Just as always, the sight of the sheer black fabric hugging your breasts stole his breath away, making him want to lift the sheet further to see it draped over your hip. Crocodile licked his lips and swallowed as you shivered, the cold night air rousing you from your light sleep as your eyes fluttered open and you grumbled wordlessly.

“My apologies, my dear,” he murmured, removing his golden hook and placing it on the bedside table, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Mmm, you didn’t, I was just-” you were cut off by your own yawn, the sheets falling completely off you as you sat up on your side and rubbed your eyes, “-just resting my eyes.”

Crocodile chuckled, eyes roving your body as he crawled into bed next, reaching out to cup your chin with his fingertips, “I believe I kept you waiting?”

“It’s alright,” you said, blushing as you quickly glanced down at the babydoll you were wearing, “I’m sure you’re tired, let me just go get changed and-”

“Now, now,” he purred, tone chastising yet expression playful, thumb brushing your jaw as his fingertips slowly guided your face closer to his, “did I ever say I wanted to sleep.”

You chucked as you gave him that coy smile that still made warmth spread in his groin after all this time, “I suppose you didn’t.”

Your lips met in a soft kiss, chaste and sweet as the one on your wedding day. He kissed you slowly as the fingers on your chin traced your jawline, tickling the back of your neck as they curled through your hair and he guided you to lay down. You let out a shaky sigh when his lips followed the path his fingers had made, diverting down to drag his tongue over where your shoulder met your neck.

“Th-this little surprise was meant to be for you,” you said with a breathless chuckle.

“And I am very much enjoying it,” he purred, kissing down your collarbone.

Crocodile loved the feeling of your skin beneath his lips, the way you quivered as he went lower and lower, goosebumps blossoming across your body. He kissed the swell of your chest, the babydoll only covering past your nipples, leaving a tantalising amount of your breasts exposed. You sighed and squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips, seeking some form - any for - of relief. There were times he liked to draw it all out, make you wait, and while he loved to hear you beg for his touch alone he couldn’t find it in himself to bring you to the edge of desperation tonight.

With his teeth he gently grabbed the fabric between your breasts and pulled it down, exposing your nipples to the cold night air, making them harden quickly as you gasped. You whimpered as his lips latched onto one and he took his weight with his bad arm to gently massage your other breast with his hand. He carefully tweaked and tugged at the nipple between his fingers, rolling his tongue around the one in his mouth as he sucked at it. Your fingers tugged at his black hair, breath short and rapid like the fluttering heartbeat beneath his palm.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and you ground up against his abandon. He moaned, rocking his hips in response and his cock - still trapped in his briefs - throbbed as he pulled his lips from your skin. He needed to be inside you.

Crocodile sat up and pulled at the babydoll, you helped him take it off you by arching your back and wriggling. His breath caught and he shivered as he realised you weren’t wearing anything else, the sight of your soaked sex making him groan as he tossed the clothing onto the floor. His heart - which many believed to be cold and loveless - stuttered in his chest as you placed a hand over it and pushed, a silent request for him to lay back. He gladly complied, raising his hips as you took off his briefs.

You leaned down, just for a moment, to place a soft kiss and gentle lick to the weeping head of his cock. Crocodile let out a shaky sigh at the sensation, hand reaching to grip your hip as you situated yourself above him. His eyes wanted to flutter closed as you sank down, but he forced them to stay open, watching his length slowly disappear into your core. His orange eyes snap up to your face as you gasp, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix as he bottoms out. You began to circle your hips, but he tightened his grip, stopping you.

Closer, he needed to be closer than this.

He slowly pushed himself up, your legs wrapping around his waist just as his arms did around your torso. Chest pressed to his, lips so close you shared panted breaths. He lifted you slightly and crossed his legs beneath you. You squirmed in his arms, the angle was different, not as deep, but you could feel the thundering of his heartbeat against yours like this.

Your fingers curled through his black locks as you began to tense and relax your legs, with your feet touching one another behind his back the action made you rock gently on his lap. His lips found yours again, keeping his bad arm around your waist for support he gripped your hip once more, gently tipping and pushing to help guide you.

You trembled as you gasped his name, it was all almost too much like this, the angle letting him brush against your sweet spot while also allowing him to grind up against your clit. His chest rubbed against yours, your nipples hard and tingling. Too much, yet just enough.

He gripped you tight as you squirmed on his lap, sunset eyes watching the way the pleasure he gave you danced across your face, “So beautiful.”

Your breath hitched at his words and you dived in for another kiss, this one with more tongue and hunger as the hand on your hip quickened your pace, his own body rocking up into yours.

“Croc,” you whimpered, lips brushing against his, even as you panted for breath, “I’m- it’s-”

“I know,” he grunted, arms wrapping tight around your body as he humped up into your quivering sex, he pressed even closer to you, breath ghosting over your ear as he spoke, “I can feel you my dear, you’re so close aren’t you?”

“Croc, oh!”

“That’s it,” he was panting now, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked at you with a gaze he’d never given anyone else, “let go.”

Your breath hitched, body shivering, so close to the edge, just a little more.

“Gonna fill you up, love,” his breath was shaky as he spoke, low grunts and huffs were let out with each small buck of his hips, “come for me, y/n.”

The way he whispered your name, soft and pleading like a prayer, had you gasp. Your walls fluttered as you twitched and moaned above him, nails digging into the skin of his back as you cried out. He swallowed your cries with a heated kiss, fingers curled through your hair, pressing you to his lips as his other arm tried to pull you impossibly closer, as if he was trying to become one with you. He groaned, cock pulsing as he spilled into your core, some leaking out and gathered around the base of his length as he shook beneath you.

Neither of you knew how long it took to come down from your highs, still too lost in one another’s lips to care. With your hearts still thundering he untangled your bodies, guiding you to lay on the pillows with him, a soft smile gracing his lips as you fell asleep in his arms.

#one piece #spicy #sir crocodile #crocodile x reader #crocodile x you #crocodile x y/n #200 milestone event #my writing #female reader

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spencermyangel · 2 years

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i can’t remember if i requested this before sorry, but could you write one about spencer dealing with tics?

CW - Ableism

A/N - I loved writing this because I have tics, and people sometimes get mad at me when I can’t control them.

Morgan rolled his eyes as the newest member of their team, Spencer Reid, jerked suddenly yet again. This time knocking some files off his desk. Spencer clumsily picked them up, placing them neatly back on his desk.

Morgan scoffed, “might as well just leave them on the ground if you’re just going to keep knocking them down.”

Spencer didn’t respond, or even look at him. But Morgan saw the way his shoulders hunched and he shrunk in on himself. Morgan shook his head in annoyance, if the kid was going to be weird, he was going to have to deal with some stares and remarks.

The next time it came up was when they were working at a police station in New Hampshire. Spencer kept randomly twitching his arms up, as though he were about to cover his ears.

“Would you stop that!” Morgan harshly whispered to him, “the police already aren’t happy about us being here. And here you are not only embarrassing yourself and our team, but the reputation of the whole FBI.” Morgan gestured to some officers who were giving Spencer judgemental stares.

“Sorry,” Spencer mumbled, “I just… can’t really help it.”

“Sure you can’t,” Morgan sarcastically replied before walking away, leaving an ashamed Spencer behind.

“Hotch?” Spencer quietly said, sitting across from the stern man on the plane. He figured if anyone would be honest with him it would be Hotch.

“Yes,” Hotch responded, not looking up from his file.

Spencer hesitated, slightly rocking in his seat, “do I… do I embarrass you?” he finally asked.

This caused Hotch to look up, his eyes searching Spencer’s face, “no, of course not. Why would you embarrass me?”

Spencer shifted nervously, blushing when his neck harshly jerked to the right. “Because of my tics,” he muttered, avoiding his eyes.

Hotch placed the file down, “Spencer, look at me,” Hotch waited until Spencer glanced up, “you are not an embarrassment simply because you have something different about you, especially something you can’t help.”

“But….”

“But what? Did someone say something to you?”

“I… Well… n-” Spencer stammered, getting ready to deny Hotch’s guess. But as he spoke his eyes drifted towards Morgan for just a second, and Hotch, being a profiler of course, caught it.

“It was Morgan, wasn’t it?”

Spencer didn’t answer, only shrugging.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Hotch told him, “but, Reid, Morgan sometimes says things without thinking. You are not an embarrassment and don’t let Morgan make you think you are. Okay?” Hotch gave him a small reassuring smile.

“Okay,” Spencer responded with a shy smile of his own.

“You probably wondered why I called you in here,” Hotch stated, folding his hands on his desk.

“I was wondering that, yeah,” Morgan said, sitting across from Hotch.

It was a few days after Hotch’s conversation with Spencer on the jet and he had finally gotten a chance to speak with Morgan alone.

Hotch nodded, before sternly looking Morgan straight in the eye, “bullying of any kind will not be tolerated on this team.”

“What!” Morgan exclaimed, taken aback, “I am not bullying anyone!”

“Reid,” Hotch said, with a reminding tone to his voice, “you told him he was an embarrassment.”

Morgan sighed deeply, “listen, he constantly jerks and flinches, even makes little sounds. People stare at us when he does that, people who are supposed to respect and trust us. He doesn’t have to do that in public.”

“Yes he does,” Hotch informed him, “Spencer tried to tell you himself that he can’t help it. He has tics. You wouldn’t listen to him.

Morgan was silent for a little, a feeling of shame washing over him, “I guess I should apologize to him, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” Hotch agreed, “you should.”

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aservantofgod · 1 year

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Walk-in-Sunshine, please forgive me for the delayed one shot!! This is my thanks to u for the wonderful drawing u did of Martin and Matthias. I hope u enjoy the read!!

Summer Evening

The soft trills of songbirds in the trees above made a beautiful chorus to Martin’s ears as he wended his way down the woodland path. The late summer evening’s warm breeze sent his tunic fluttering behind him as he walked, and he lifted his face, enjoying the air rush against it.

Just yesterday, Chibb had flown into his little gatehouse cottage window, to inform him that Columbine had invited him to dinner for the following night and that any excuses he might offer would not be accepted. Apparently she had been planning a special meal for some time and was insistent that he share it with them.

Not wanting to come empty pawed, he had loaded up a bag with maple almond scones, spread with crystalized honey and grabbed a jug of fresh strawberry fizz, knowing little Gonflet loved the stuff.

Saint Ninian’s came into view and he caught the smell of something savory cooking, sending a sharp pang through his stomach.

He knocked softly on the old church’s door and waited. From inside came quick pawsteps and then the door opened, and Columbine’s harried face peeked out. “Oh, good evening Martin. Come in please, I’m glad you were able to come.”

“Good evening Columbine” the warrior mouse took her paw and kissed it. “Thanks for the invitation. I brought along some scones, and a jug of fresh strawberry fizz for Gonflet.”

“Hmph! Not that he deserves it, the little rogue!”

Martin felt a grin creeping around his whiskers, “Oh dearie me, don’t tell me he is up to his mischief again!”

“Leave it to his father! The both of them are going to make me grey before my time! I baked a blueberry pie for after supper, and hid it in the one place I did not think they would find it, in the woodpile! I turn my back for one second and its gone! Just wait until I get my paws on those two! My surprise, ruined!”

Martin tweaked her whiskers fondly, “Well I might be able to fix that. Here” he handed her the bag of scones. “Its maple almond, with crystalized honey. I thought we might like that with our after supper tea, but it seems it has a more important role to serve.”

“Oh Martin, you are so sweet. Thank you” Columbine took the bag and tucked it into her cloak, hanging on the wall. “There wouldn’t have been enough time for me to make another. There, that should do. Not likely they will find it in there.”

Martin looked around and smiled, “I guess I ought to just make myself right at home then, seeing as how my matey will be delayed. It’s a pity though. I had a real fine prank planned for him.”

Columbine laughed and turned back to her oven. A moment later she straightened suddenly and said, “Oh Martin, I wish you would go out and try to find Gonflet. He’s not supposed to be outside the house, and I cannot be entirely sure his father is with him. I would go but I have to watch our supper.”

“Certainly” the warrior mouse set his jug on the table. “I’ll fetch him back to you in a tic.”

“If he’s covered in blueberry stains, make him wash up. There’s a wash bowl just outside the door.”

Martin chuckled and began scanning the countryside, hoping for a glimpse of the little mouse, but there was nothing but trees and shrubs. With a sigh, the warriormouse started down the path, scanning the woods on all sides, looking for fresh pawprints. He was just about to turn back when he saw lying near a bush, a piece of pie crust.

Moving on silent footpaws, he crept through the trees until his ears caught the sound of some creature grunting and smacking loudly. Stifling a chuckle he peeked around a large oak and saw Gonflet sitting underneath it, stuffing blueberry pie into his mouth. He stood watching him for a bit and then spoke, “Well now, what have I caught myself here? A tiny pie scoffer?”

Gonflet turned to him, his face, whiskers and clothes completely stained blue, and Martin had to stifle another laugh. He leaned against the tree, a mock stern expression on his face, “Y’know you're not supposed to be out here by yourself Gonflet. What is yore mum going to say when she sees those clothes?”

Gonflet waved his paws expressively, “Ho, she won’t know, Uncle Martin. I gonna stay out ‘ere ‘an play!”

“Oh, you are, are you? Well yore mum sent me to find you, so I think it’s a nice hot bath waitin’ for you, young’un.”

Gonflet stood up, dropping the remains of his pie on the ground. He grinned cheekily at the warrior, “Well, Gonflet say he’s going to play in the woods. Can’t catch me hehehehe” the youngster took off giggling.

Martin went after him, not wanting to let the little mouse out of his sight, calling in a playfully authoritative voice “Now you just stop right where you are, Gonflet, and everything will be fine. If you don’t, you may find yourself wishing you had, little one.”

“Hehehe, can’t catch Gonflet, dozy paws! I run faster then you, wiggle whiskers!”

Two big paws looped themselves around the little mouse’s middle and picked him off his footpaws.

“Wiggle whiskers! Dozy paws is it? I warned you to stop didn’t I? I think I’d better teach you some respect for your elders!”

Martin sat down on the ground and pulled the young mouse tightly against him, “This is what cheeky little pie thieves get!” He began tickling the young mouse under his arms.

Gonflet shrieked loud enough to almost deafen the warrior’s ear and tried to wiggle free, to no avail. He tried to turn the attack back on his captor, causing Martin to chuckle, “Oho, so that’s how you want to play, is it?”

Gonflet found himself tipped halfway off the warrior’s lap, and his small footpaws seized in one of the warrior’s paws, which were now completely holding Martin’s undivided attention.

“Hehehehehaahahaha, daddee, save me!! Uncle Marhahaaaha…”

Martin stopped briefly, before the little mouse’s sides could start aching and picked him up, turning him on his back so that Gonflet was looking him full in the face. The warrior’s grey eyes were twinkling, “Now, what was that you called me back there?”

“Hehe…uh…did-didn’t call you anythin.”

Martin raised his eyebrows, “Oh, you didn’t?”

“Hahahahahaha, noooo! I soreeeeehahaha!!”

“That’s better” Martin said chuckling, and picked the young mouse up. He gently patted the small heaving back. “No wonder yore poor mum is run ragged, having to deal with a little snip like you.”

“I not a snip! I’m a thief!”

“Yes, and a tiny terror also. Now, lets head back.”

“Want more tickles Uncle Martin!”

Martin laughed, “Really? I thought I had given you enough already, with all the protesting you did!”

“Please?”

Martin stopped walking and looked at the small mouse. The youngster’s face was still flushed from laughing, but he was watching Martin with an undisguised hopeful look. Martin shook his head incredulously and chuckled, tweaking Gonflet’s nose fondly, “Alright, after supper little one, if you really want me to.”

“Yay!” The little mouse clapped his paws in delight and the sight of the blueberry stains all over him reminded Martin of Columbine’s request. Outside Saint Ninian’s door he set the little mouse on an upturned barrel and wet his kerchief in the wash bowl. Gonflet saw what was coming and tried to make a quick escape but Martin caught ahold of him and began to wash his face, ignoring the dibbun’s squirming protest.

“Urg…noooffff!! Uncle Mar…let me go…no wash…”

Martin held the young mouse firmly, rinsing and wiping gently but thoroughly, until most of the blueberry stain was gone. Gonflet sulked through the bathing, kicking his footpaws back and forth against the barrel.

Martin helped him out of his stained tunic and wrapped him cozily in his own cloak, before carrying him inside.

A booming laugh reached the warrior's ears and he looked up to see Gonff standing by the fireplace, holding a cup of tea in paw. "Looks like ye found the little rogue!! Martin o'l mate, welcome to me darlin' wife's feast!! Hope ye brought a splendid appetite with ye, cause the spread will be magnificent!"

Martin chuckled, turning little Gonflet over to Columbine who immediately started scolding him, "Shame on you Gonflet!! How many times do I have to tell you not to steal! It's an early bedtime for you tonight, young'un!!"

"No no! I ne'er took the pie! Da gave it to me! He foun' it inna wood and said somebeast musta left it there, so I could eat it" Gonflet grabbed his ear, nose scrunched up, "That's da truth, mum!"

Columbine rounded on her mate, paws planted on hips, giving him a look that could scald a frog, "Gonff, you glutinous, dozy whiskered, cheeky faced, excuse for a father-"

"Now, now, my sweet sugar plum" Gonff held up his paws, "It's all a misundersta-"

"Don't you 'sugar plum' me! You-"

Gonflet ran over to Martin who was bent over holding his sides as he shook with laughter. The little mouse grinned cheekily and then thrust his little paws under Martin's arm, "Yah!! Thus is fer wot yer did to me!!"

Martin quickly straightened up, eyes twinkling and swiftly pinned the mouselet on his back, gently scribbling his little tummy, Gonflet's squeaking laughs warming his heart. He caught the little beasts paws in one of his own and swept Gonflet's arms above his head, chuckling softly, "You asked for it, little one" and proceeded to tickle under his arms.

Above the shrieking laughter, Gonff's voice was speaking placatingly, "Now, do listen to me my sweet apple cake, I didn't-aaaahhh!!"

Martin glanced up from his tickling to see Columbine chasing Gonff around the room, holding a wooden spoon in paw, the mousethief leaping and dodging as quickly as his tubby belly would let him, his wife hot on his footpaws.

The warriormouse shook with helpless laughter, turning his attention back to Gonflet who was begging for more tickles, and obligingly tickled his ribs, his own deep chuckles filling the cozy room as the chaos ensued. Keeping a firm grip he bent down and blew on the little tummy, running his whiskers up and down, cause Gonflet to squeal with laughter.

At last, sensing the young mouse was getting tired he stopped and scooped the dibbun up on his lap, gently rubbing his back to ease the fit of giggles.

The chase ended abruptly as Gonff barreled into Martin and Gonflet, all four creatures ending up in a tangled pile on the floor. Gonflet shrieked and broke out in a fresh bout of giggles as the other three thrashed about in an attempt to break loose.

Columbine was up first, throwing aside her spoon, and then dove right back down into the mess, shouting, "You deserve every bit of this" before attacking Gonff's belly with tickling paws, "Martin, help me!"

Martin rolled over, taking in the scene, before chuckling softly and joining her. Gonflet jumped on top of the pile and joined in by attacking his dad's ears, while Martin and Columbine teamed up on Gonff's belly and footpaws, the happy laughter of all four of them echoing resoundingly throughout Saint Ninians.

#redwall #martin the warrior #gonff

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whumpofdory · 2 years

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More Than You Bargained For, Part 5

Warren rushed into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water with jerking hands. This is what the pets were supposed to be for. But now he’d just terrified one of them and had seen the other’s massive scar. Maybe this was too much, maybe I shouldn’t have even tried to get a pet, what if I hurt one of them, what if I-

He splashed some water on himself, intentionally this time. He had to get a grip, help Dexter. Warren slowly made his way back up the stairs and into Dexter’s room. He could see the boy still kneeling on the tile floor of the bathroom, sobbing.

“Dexter?” Warren said quietly. “Can you come here for a minute? I need to talk to you about something.” The pet nodded and stood, silently padding along behind his master. Warren led him to a small sitting room across the second floor and sat down on the loveseat. Dexter knelt in front of him, trembling.

Warren made sure not to lead him back downstairs where the fireplace was. He didn’t want the poor thing getting any worse before he could smooth things over. He bent forward and awkwardly ruffled the pet’s hair. He’d read online that this calmed them down, and it seemed to work. Dexter leaned into the touch, and looked confused but happy.

He did his best to appreciate the kindness. Dexter didn’t know why Master was rewarding him like this, especially before a punishment, but it wasn’t his job to question. Only to obey. He looked up at Master with the most pitiful look he could. Anything to avoid being burned alive. Please. If you’re going to kill me just do it quickly. A few tears trailed lazily down his cheeks.

Warren cleared his throat a few times and began trying to explain. “Dexter, sometimes my tics threaten to do things that I don’t want to do, and-” his sentence was interrupted by a few whistles and clicks, “-and then sometimes my tics also claim to not be tics. When those combine they can be really scary. I’m really sorry, kid. I didn’t mean what I said in the bathroom. It was all tics, I’m not going to hurt you. Do you understand?”

No, he didn’t really understand. He was relieved, of course, but how was he supposed to serve someone who was always contradicting himself? One minute he was told he would be burned and killed, the next Master was petting his head and telling him everything was okay, he didn’t really mean it. What were he and Peyton supposed to do?

“You don’t, do you?” Warren sighed and dragged his hand down his face. This is more than I bargained for. I should’ve just hired someone. “I’ll put it this way. My tics say bad things when I am thinking good things. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to follow through. Can you tell me that back in your own words?”

Dexter thought for a moment. In his own words? “You sometimes say things that are bad on accident when you want to say things that are good. But you can still choose whether or not to do the bad things, so you choose not to do them?”

“Yes! Very good, Dexter. Well done.” Master’s hand jerked a little when he stretched it out to pet Dexter on the head, but not enough to impair him. Dexter glowed under the praise. “Now go take that shower, you’ve certainly earned it.” The pet stood and walked gracefully out of the room.

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t0bias-002 · 10 months

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Creepypasta oc backstory final part/pt 4

It has now been 7 years and he’s now 12, he lives on the streets, he at this point realised what has happened 7 years ago and what it was but for some reason it didn’t affect him, if anything he it made him crave that smell and taste more, so everynight he’d walk the streets and see the news “another person brutally murdered in an alley way near ****” he knew that was his fault, he didn’t care though, and so he continued walking, every night, same routine, just a different place, he knew not to linger near his crime scenes too long. It has now been another 2 years and he was now 14, he had been stumbling out of the city along the forest outside the city, aimlessly walking around looking for food when he started hearing a deafening ringing run right through his head, he looked around trying to find out what it was, after a very messy and distorted attempt to look around he saw a dark figure between the trees, a very, very tall dark figure

“ℂ⒪ℛ🅑🅸ℵ”

He stared as the figure said his name, what the hell was happening, after some yelling at the figure about what was happening Corbin passed out. It has felt like weeks had gone by when he woke up, he yawned and rubbed his eyes as he looked around the unfamiliar room, he scanned it and saw two hatchets hanging on a door, a small tv, dirty boots and converse, a dirty striped hoodie with a blue hood hung on the door as well, bandages sprawled all over a desk, a half eaten bowl of chips and a window with some old curtains, after he scanned the room he looked at the bed he was in and moved the black blanket off of him, he was about to get up then

BAM!!!

Corbin pov

the door came slamming open as a tall brown fluffy haired boy followed by a boy with a blue mask came in, “oh your aw-ake” You stated at him in confusion then to the masked boy “where am I..” you watched him as he walked in and put down his drink and handed you some chips “your at a hideo-out we’re staying a-t, you’ll get taken t-to your new home soon, and mee-t the big boss”

You kept staring at him as he explained “what do you mean new home? And who the fuck is the ‘big boss’?” You asked “he’s the operator, boss, master, whatever you wanna call him, he chose you to be here for a reason we’re unaware of but im sure you’ll love it here…maybe..” the masked boy exclaimed, they were quite interesting, with how the boy with goggles would twitch n tic every now and then and how he has a gash in his cheek, and how the masked boy was very silent and still, observing you quietly you wondered how the goggled boy eats and drinks with that there, “I’m Toby by the way, that’s Jack” You watched him as he put out his hand trying to initiate a handshake “Corbin…” “oh I k-know that already, anyway I’ll show y-you around here a little” And with that you walked off with the men and looked around the temporary hideout with them.

You wondered, what exactly are you getting into now.

It has now been another 7 years and he’s now 20

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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… okay what if… baby izumi makes cute noises and can’t say words correctly because she’s a child, and after awhile, sokka starts to pick up on those noises and they become tics.

not only are the izumi noises sokka’s favorite of any tic he’s ever had, not only are they zuko’s favorite, but they’re also baby izumi’s favorite. and he’ll make them while holding her or tucking her into bed and she’ll have this huge smile on her face and she’ll laugh and wrap her little hand around sokka’s fingers…

#help i’ve fallen into this headcanon and cannot get out #i… i… stop imma cry #i will actually cry #why is this making me so happy ???#like… just imagining sokka making lil izumi sounds #and he’ll make them when he’s at work or in the market or wherever and they never fail to make him smile if he’s having a bad day…#oooooh and when his chronic pain is bad—maybe it gets really painful one day and he starts crying in front of izumi like silent crying with #slow tears—and izumi frowns and then makes the sounds her papa makes #and maybe she’ll make the ones that she herself makes or she’ll make ones she’s heard from him like she tries to flutter her lips #and it triggers his own tics but he’s never been happier and she looks so adorable with her face scrunched up in concentration trying to #flutter her lips and it’s not even close but it always cheers him up…#ohhhh y’all i’m too weak for this…#sokka #izumi #corey rambles:)#que #because it is 1:36am and i want my moots to actually be awake lol even if no one sees or likes this… i’ll *hopefully* be up by now so it #will make me smile when i read it hehe

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hajimesh · 3 years

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𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 — olympic team / fem reader

[ atsumu, sakusa, suna, kageyama, gao, bokuto, hinata, iwaizumi, oikawa ]

the stress of the first match seems to be taking a toll on the team's spirit, and you refuse to sit and watch them fail when you know you can be of help. but can you really handle all of them?

(or, where you end up having a gang bang with 8 professional volleyball players, and 1 athletic trainer)

⥅ word c. 7,928

⥅ warnings. sub reader, gang bang, foursomes, voyeurism?, fellatio, cum play, vaginal penetration, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, size + stomach bulging kink, praise kink, mild degradation, double penetration, pussy job (for like, one second), double vaginal penetration, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, someone passes out, aftercare

⥅author n. brought to u thanks to this tweet + @kmorgzz who suggested adding iwaoi to the mix

special mention to my wife and love of my life, runa. @tsumue u had me laughing at 4am as i read ur comments in the google doc. i don't know what i'd do without u, tysm for beta and putting up with me for the past week ♡

ps. im v sorry if ur fave didn't make the cut (╥_╥) i added the ones im more familiar with, in terms of writing

if someone had told you you’d be attending the olympic games not as a spectator but as part of japan’s team, you’d have never believed them. but here you are, sitting in the same room with the most skilled players in the country as none other than their personal assistant.

“iwaizumi-san! do you think kageyama and i could pull off a quick attack right at the beginning of the set?”

“shoyo-kun, if there’s someone you’ll be doing the quick attack with it’s me,” atsumu’s eyes land on kageyama, smirking at the other setter from across the room, “right, tobio-kun?”

“you’re a disgrace.”

sakusa’s statement earns an offended scoff from the blond setter, the rest of the team rolling their eyes and sighing at the all-too-familiar scene.

“oi! we don’t have time for petty fights!”

after iwaizumi gets everyone’s attention back on him, he barely finishes explaining tomorrow’s match opponents and their plays without losing the team’s attention. he might be there to train them and make sure they’re on top of their game, but he knows when the team is lacking morale and, sadly, today’s one of those days.

the meeting is over and all of you go to the dining hall, fetching your dinner and sitting on your respective table with you right next to iwaizumi.

since you took that part-time job at the msby jackals, you quickly caught onto their small tics and tell-tale signs when something isn’t right. atsumu becomes a complete asshole which makes sakusa lose his temper sooner than usual. meanwhile, bokuto and hinata become very fidgety, often causing a bit of chaos around them as clumsiness radiates off of them.

when the national team was announced, you were offered the job as the trainer’s assistant—all thanks to the jackals who recommended you to their superiors for said position. your pay-check might say you’re just iwaizumi’s assistant, but you’re basically there to cover the needs of the entire team—all of them.

“iwa-chan!”

your head snaps to the side as a good-looking man takes the last free seat next to iwaizumi.

“aren’t you supposed to be sitting with your team?” iwaizumi asks him, taking a bite of his food while waiting for an answer.

the unknown man huffs exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes as he too starts to eat, “thought you’d miss your best friend.”

“hanamaki isn’t here.”

the stranger opens his mouth to reply, clearly offended by iwizumi’s words, when he notices you peeping at him.

“oh? hi! i think we haven’t met,” he shoots you a charming smile, bringing out his remarkably handsome features, “oikawa tooru, it’s nice to meet you.”

you introduce yourself, bowing at him and focusing back on your food.

both friends start to discuss tomorrow’s events, which inevitably brings out iwaizumi’s concern for his players.

“they seem off,” he’s playing around with the food as he stares at the players sitting in the table in front of yours, “i don’t know if i should talk to them or let them be.”

he’s clearly concerned for them, you can see it in his eyes—the doubt, wondering if he has been doing a good job with the team.

“iwaizumi-san, i-i… perhaps i could aid them this time?”

his head snaps in your direction, a mix of surprise and worry taking over his face, “no way, that’d be too much for you.”

oikawa’s eyebrows scrunch up as he observes you two but says nothing, choosing to listen attentively at you trying to convince iwaizumi while the latter sighs and reminds you that it’s not just the jackals this time.

it takes a while for iwaizumi to accept your offer, pondering the pros and cons, but he ends up accepting it; for everyone’s sakes.

“i’m lost.”

oikawa’s words make your insides flare-up, looking down at your hands in order to avoid looking at him, his curious eyes switching between his best friend and you.

iwaizumi ignores him, standing up from his seat and walking to the table in front of you with you and oikawa watching closely. the team turns to look at him, waiting for him to speak since it’s obvious it has to be something important by the severe look on his face.

“seeing as some of you are clearly out of it, our assistant here has very kindly volunteered to help you guys for tonight.”

a few heads immediately perk up, looking at you with bright eyes once you answer their silent question with a smile.

“please, be good to her. i’ll be there supervising anyways, so don’t think of trying anything funny.”

“oikawa-san! you’re coming with us, right?” hinata looks expectantly at said male, excitement clear in the redhead’s eyes, “she’s the best!”

both iwaizumi and you freeze on the spot, gauging oikawa’s reaction who only looks more confused.

“you’re welcome to join us, if you so desire,” it’s you who’s offering it this time, surprising iwaizumi and earning a worried glance from him.

oikawa can’t deny he’s dying to know what everyone’s so excited about, and after thinking about it for a few more seconds, he has made up his mind.

“shall we go, then?”

—

“alright, ground rules.”

just a handful of the team sits in the room, the ones who know what’s happening waiting eagerly for the green light while the rest wonders what the fuss is about. as much as you want to help them all, it’d be impossible; which is why iwaizumi picked the ones he thought needed the morale boost the most.

with a nod in your direction, he lets you know you’re free to speak.

“the jackals already know this,” you say and atsumu snickers from his seat, winking at you as hinata and bokuto nod excitedly, “but i’m not too strict about the entire thing.”

you can feel the pairs of curious eyes burning holes in you—trying to decipher what’s going on. so, after taking a deep breath and getting an awkward, encouraging smile from iwaizumi, you start voicing out the rules.

“please, be patient. there are so many of you and only one of me. i promise you’ll get your turn,” you give atsumu a pointed look, and this time it's sakusa who snorts while the blond setter rolls his eyes, “which brings me to the next rule, no seconds.”

a hand raises in the air, making you advert your attention to its owner.

“i still don’t get what’s happening,” suna’s eyes narrow down at you, noticing the embarrassment and hesitation in your posture.

“don’t worry, suna. we’ll show ya.”

“shut it, miya.”

clearing up your throat, you smile coyly at the middle blocker, “it’ll make sense once i finish explaining, suna-san.”

he shrugs but stays quiet. taking into account the jackals’ reactions plus the cryptic rules, an idea has already formed in his mind. but it couldn’t be that. right?

“uh, again, only one round. all entrances are fine,” you pause, going through the rules in your head to see if there’s anything you might be forgetting, “oh! and you’ll be paired up in teams of three to make things faster.”

“one more thing,” iwaizumi speaks up, this time looking at you instead of the awaiting men, “don’t forget to let us know how you’re doing.”

two loud claps break the tense atmosphere, “well, we should get started then,” atsumu raises from his spot and walks towards you. his hands cradle your face between them and lift it so you can face him properly, “what do ya say, princess?”

his lips land on yours before you can reply to him, a small squeal getting stuck in your throat when his hands travel down your body until he’s squeezing your ass.

you’re too caught up in the kiss to notice the new presence looming behind you.

“i’ll take your pussy before anyone can taint it with their dick.”

sakusa’s words make you shudder. you break apart from atsumu’s mouth to turn around and face him, his dark eyes alluring and drawing you towards him.

“oi, newbie,” atsumu calls out to suna who scoffs in return, “c’mere and join us.”

meanwhile, sakusa guides you to the bed, making you sit on his lap as you wait for the other two to show up. once they do, atsumu immediately settles behind you while suna stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. it’s hard for you to read his expression since you’re not too familiar with him, so you offer him a reassuring smile and pat the spot next to you.

the rest of the team watches from their seats as the four of you get started.

suna lifts your chin, his eyes staring down at you before leaning down and kissing the corner of your mouth. he trails down your neck until he reaches your chest, sucking on the skin gently before running his tongue over the delicate area. in the meantime, atsumu unbuttons your blouse, taking it off and playing with your breasts while sakusa busies himself with taking your pants off.

“i get the hype, now,” suna whispers in your ear, blowing air on it and then biting down on your earlobe, making the hairs of your body rise.

his lips capture yours in a slow kiss —savoring your taste— and one of his hands goes to the back of your neck to keep you in place. his teeth play with your bottom lip, biting it softly and pulling away, his hooded eyes calculating your reaction.

“don’t get too excited, suna,” atsumu says from his spot behind you, pinching your nipples between his fingers and prompting a whine to escape your lips, “you’ll only get her mouth.”

“mhm, is that so?” suna’s question is directed towards you rather than atsumu, tilting your chin up and smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, “can’t wait to see that pretty mouth bulging with my cock, then.”

his lewd words earn a few coughs and clearing throats from the rest, which he chooses to ignore when your hand cups his growing bulge.

“enough you two, let the poor woman have a bit of pleasure too,” sakusa’s dark eyes look at you questioningly, silently asking if you’re ready to continue.

in return, you cup his face with your free hand and kiss his cheek—knowing he wouldn’t appreciate a kiss on the mouth when you just finished making out with another man.

they finish getting you out of your clothes until your bare cunt is hovering over sakusa’s lap. he’s quick to undress and ease his cock into you, suna and atsumu observing as they get rid of their clothes as well.

“fuck,” sakusa groans in your ear, the position allowing you to hide your face in his neck and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “always so tight.”

“scoot over, i need to prep her ass.”

suna snorts at atsumu’s words, pumping his cock twice before kneeling on the mattress—right next to you. he pats your cheek with the swollen head, looking down at you with a faint smirk.

“open up.”

your eyes immediately focus on his length, your mouth watering at the sight. you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, looking up at him and observing as he rests the tip on your tongue.

“looking so pretty with a cock in your mouth,” he slowly slides in, guiding your head down until half of him is inside, “so warm.”

a cold liquid dribbles on your backside, making you flinch forward and causing suna’s cock to slide in even more.

“relax, baby. it’s just me,” atsumu rubs the liquid on your asshole, playing with it with his finger before finally sliding it in.

your muscles contract involuntarily, making sakusa groan as he keeps still inside your pussy, waiting for you to grow used to the multiple things going on around you.

“hurry up before i start fucking her.”

a second finger slides in and you moan around suna’s cock, spit running at the corners of your mouth which reminds you to swallow. you hollow your cheeks and retract your mouth until only the tip remains inside, running your tongue over the slit and making the middle blocker shudder.

“someone’s hungry,” he muses.

you hum around him, bobbing your head back and forth and pumping the rest of his length with one hand.

“i’m gonna try get in now, okay?” atsumu taps your ass with his cock, lining it up with your asshole and thrusting in. he watches as the head of his cock finally slips in, groaning when the familiar tightness engulfs him, “that’s it, baby. doin’ so good for me.”

you have to remove your mouth from suna’s cock to avoid biting down on him, the stretch slightly more painful than pleasurable which eventually leads to you tensing up even more.

“you gotta relax,” atsumu says under his breath, strained by the way you feel around his dick.

it takes you around a minute to calm down, taking deep breaths until you feel yourself loosen up and, with one last push, he’s finally inside.

“omi?” you say against his neck, “could you move a bit, please?”

said man grunts as he starts to move his hips, your slick helping his cock glide in, “color.”

it takes you a few seconds to understand what he meant.

“oh! uhh, green.”

atsumu’s thrusts are slow —testing the waters— since the last thing he wants is to get yelled at for being too rough, too soon. but you’re growing impatient, moving your hips backwards and trying to get more of him inside of you.

“m-more, ‘tsumu. i can take it,” you say and he immediately complies, his muscular thighs now slapping against your ass.

suna remains kneeling next to you, cock in his hand as he waits for you to bring your attention back to him. but he doesn’t have to wait too long, your hand wrapping around his cock and guiding it back into your mouth once you’ve set a steady pace with the other two men.

“thought you had forgotten about me.”

he pushes your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap around his girth. it’s taking all of his willpower to not hold your head and fuck your face until you’re gagging around him, afraid it might be a big ‘no’ from you. and since it’s the first time he’s getting to experience this, he decides to take whatever’s given to him.

“you’re so wet,” sakusa points out as he looks down at where you two are connected, observing his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered with your slick.

“‘course she is, she’s being stuffed by three cocks.”

“feels good…” your manage to say after releasing suna with a pop, pumping his shaft with your hand, “a-am i making you feel better?”

a hand lands on your ass, causing you to yelp and tighten your hold on suna’s cock.

“what do ya think, hm? we’re getting our dicks wet in none other but our slutty little assistant's holes,” atsumu plays with your ass, squeezing it and humming when the imprint of his hands appears on the soft flesh.

“mhm, quite the slut you are,” sakusa whispers in your ear, kissing your neck afterwards, “as long as i get to make a mess out of that cunt of yours before anyone else, i will always enjoy these little sessions of ours.”

your eyes land on suna, waiting for him to say his thoughts on the matter.

his gaze drops to your hand, covered in his pre-cum and your spit which sends a jolt to his cock, making it throb in your hand.

“can’t say i hate it.”

you smile at his words, recognizing the challenge hidden behind them. your mouth wraps around the flushed tip, eyes closing when both sakusa and atsumu thrust up into your holes at the same time. you try to keep your hand steady as you suck suna off, but the lewd grunts and moans coming from them, plus their cocks filling you so nicely make your rhythm falter every once in a while.

a hand starts toying with your clit, causing you to moan around suna’s cock. the vibrations make him shudder, scowling at himself when he realizes his orgasm is approaching faster than he expected.

“fuck, fuck– princess? do you mind if i cum inside?” atsumu grunts.

your muscles clench at the thought of being filled with his cum, imagining the thick liquid oozing out of your sensitive holes only to stuff it back in with your fingers.

“y-yes, ‘tsumu. cum inside me,” you pant as your hands squeeze suna’s cock, pumping it faster as you notice his hips jerking towards you. you turn your face to look at sakusa, who has his eyebrows drawn upwards and his mouth open slightly as he too feels overwhelmed by the pleasure, “omi, you can cum inside as well.”

and he doesn’t need to be told twice, his large hands holding you by your hips so he can thrust his cock into your drenched cunt faster.

moans and squelching noises echo around the room. atsumu picks up his pace as he feels his orgasm approaching, his deep grunts fanning over your neck and taking over your hearing. the drag of sakusa’s pubic bone against your clit has you cumming shortly after. your head rolls forward as both men keep thrusting in and out of you, only stopping once their cum fill your clenching holes.

“shit– look at me,” suna orders you, and you barely have time to process what’s happening.

his cum lands on your face, his hand helping you pump his throbbing cock as the ropes of cum cover your skin. he exhales heavily once he’s done, brushing the flushed head of his cock over your swollen lips, and smearing the white liquid around them.

it’s silent for a few seconds, save for the heavy breathing and pants coming from your mouths.

“holy shit,” oikawa’s voice breaks the silence. his cock strains almost painfully against his pants at the sight of what awaits him.

“yeah, holy shit,” atsumu laughs off, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand as he massages the flesh of your ass with the other, “ya never disappoint, princess.”

with a grunt, the blond setter removes his softening cock from you, his honey eyes —plus a few curious ones— observing the way his cum dribbles out from your stretched hole. the same thing happens with sakusa, who lifts your hips off of him, his cock falling on his stomach and the mix of your slick and his cum dripping down on his length.

atsumu’s fingers immediately go to your cunt, pumping the juices back into you, “god, you love this. don’t you, baby?”

all you can do is whine, your hands clenching the sheets until he removes his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and stuffs them inside your mouth.

“we all get a turn?” kageyama whispers not so discreetly to hinata, who only nods eagerly in return.

you lick atsumu’s fingers clean which earns you a radiant smile from him.

“here.”

suna has his arm outstretched, handing you a tissue so you can clean your face.

“thank you,” you take it from his hands as you climb off of sakusa’s lap.

you’re cleaning the residues of cum on your face when a hand falls on top of your head.

“drink some water before you start the next round,” sakusa’s dark eyes suddenly seem warmer and kinder to you, patting your head before disappearing into the bathroom.

after tossing the used tissue away, you turn to iwaizumi and give him a firm nod.

“who’s next?”

your dazzling smile has the rest of the men in awe, silently praying it’s them who get to feel your body with their hands next.

“bokuto,” the wing spiker’s immediately perks up at the sound of his name, “you, kageyama, and hakuba are next.”

the three men raise from their seats and make their way towards the bed—towards you.

“hey, bo,” you offer a loving smile to him, “you ready?”

his strong arms wrap around you, kissing your cheek loudly and making you giggle, “it feels as if i’ve been waiting forever. of course, i’m ready!”

meanwhile, kageyama and gao stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for any instructions or a signal from you that could tell them when to start. luckily, you’re quick to notice their hesitation.

”is there a particular place where you want to be?” you ask them, looking specifically at kageyama and gao, since you want to make sure they feel included.

“dibs on your mouth!”

you blush at bokuto’s enthusiasm but accept his request, stroking his cheek as you wait for the other two to answer.

“i’ll take whatever,” kageyama says and scratches the back of his neck.

“me too,” gao smiles and takes a few steps towards you, making bokuto move away from you. his large hand tucks one piece of your hair away, his eyes staring at yours before dropping to your lips, “although, i think i’d like it better if i had your pussy gripping my cock. wouldn’t you like that?”

he presses his front against yours, his erection poking at your belly which earns a small gasp from you. you have to stop yourself from taking a look at the tent in his sweatpants, trying to figure out how much of him there is hidden inside the fabric.

“o-okay.”

the middle blocker smiles at you before diving down to your lips. his hands grab your waist, lifting you up from the ground and making you wrap your legs around his torso. he gently places you down on the bed and kisses his way down your neck until his mouth is right above your erect nipple.

“hey! i want to kiss her too,” bokuto complains, “you can’t hog her like that.”

“s’okay bo, come here.”

he doesn’t have to be told twice, immediately climbing onto the bed and leaning down to kiss your lips.

you grab the back of his head and run your fingers through his soft hair, pulling on it gently which causes a groan to rumble in his chest.

a pair of hands slide over your legs, pushing them apart until your bare cunt is spread wide open for everyone to see.

“you’re dripping, babe,” gao murmurs over your nipple, giving it a light tug before flicking his tongue over it, “do you want my cock that badly?”

you can only moan and nod, your lips still busy with bokuto’s.

but there’s someone who still has yet to join you.

“tobio-chan, if you’re not going to do anything then let me take your place instead.”

oikawa’s words snap you out of your daze. you pat bokuto’s cheek signaling him to let go of you, and the same thing happens with gao as you try to sit up. your eyes fall on kageyama who stands at the same spot with a conflicted look and an obvious erection in his pants.

“hey,” you crawl your way towards him and sit on your knees, “are you uncomfortable?”

his mouth opens but nothing comes out of it. he can feel the weight of everyone’s stare on him, making him look away from you.

a few seconds pass and there’s still no answer.

“you don’t have to do this, you know?” you say in a small tone, slightly confused as to why he’s rejecting you, “i just thought… i could help you relax.”

he nods, still avoiding your gaze.

you take a look at iwaizumi –who looks as equally as puzzled as you– before looking back at the setter.

“do you want to leave?”

at this, his head finally snaps towards you, “no, i-” he pauses. his eyes are immediately drawn to your mouth, making him involuntarily wet his lips, “i want to stay.”

relief washes over you, a timid smile spreading on your lips which is quickly mirrored by him. you take his hand in yours and guide him to the other side of the bed, urging him to join the rest of you. there’s a hunger in his eyes that has your pussy dripping with your slick, a sigh leaving your lips when your back hits the pillows as you watch him take gao’s previous spot.

“kiss me, tobio.”

and he does. it starts slow, hesitant, but it soon turns desperate. his tongue strokes yours before sucking on it, spit coating your lips thanks to the messiness of the kiss. the strain of his cock inside his pants becomes too uncomfortable to his liking, causing him to start humping against you, trying to relieve himself.

noticing his predicament, you move your hand between your bodies and palm his hard-on. he groans against your lips, his hips jerking forward seeking more of your touch.

in the meantime, both bokuto and gao pump their cocks with their hands, having taken their clothes off while you talked to kageyama.

gao squeezes the head of his cock between his hands, pre-cum oozing from the slit as he imagines the way your cunt is going to grip him, “babe, you’re making us suffer.”

“get in line!”

“atsumu, shut the fuck up.”

“baby?” bokuto asks from where he stands, his own cock stiff and ready to be inside your mouth, “we don’t mean to be pushy, but do you think you could get to us soon?”

“bokuto-san, you’re going to break a rule!” hinata says, clearly concerned for his teammate, “be patient, remember?”

the rest of the team laughs and you can’t help but join them.

at this, bokuto pouts playfully at you, “you’re just teasing me, baby.”

“then come here,” you gasp when kageyama’s mouth sucks at the base of your neck, “y-you wanted my mouth, right?”

bokuto kneels next to your face, patting the leaking tip on your lips.

“i’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours and you’re going to take it like a good girl,” he says, his tone leaving no room for questions, “open.”

you comply immediately, lolling out your tongue and waiting for him to rest his heavy cock on top of it.

the lewd sight in front of him makes bokuto shudder. his hands grasp your head, pushing you down his length until he feels your throat constricting around him.

“fuck– baby,” he grunts and gives a shallow thrust, “i know you can do better than that.”

you try to relax your jaw so you can fit more of him inside of your mouth. but as you are about to graze your nose against his pubic bone, a finger runs between your folds causing you to flinch.

“i’m still here.”

gao’s tone sounds stern, even if a playful smile tugs his lips upwards, you can see the seriousness swirling in his eyes.

kageyama sighs and leaves your side, stepping away momentarily to take his pants off.

the middle blocker takes it as his chance to settle between your legs as bokuto keeps your mouth busy.

“you’re drenched, sweetheart,” he muses, running his digits over your slit, “don’t worry, i’ll fill this pussy with my cock so well that you’ll be cumming in no time.”

your eyes travel to his shaft, watching as he pumps it twice before running it between your folds. your brows furrow when you notice how heavy it feels, making you wonder if it will fit in.

he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the head inside which is enough to have you whining around bokuto’s cock.

“you look so sexy,” bokuto groans, pushing your head away from him and watching your spit run down your mouth. he looks at kageyama who stands awkwardly with his cock in hand, “i guess we’re sharing her mouth.”

the setter’s eyes widen slightly before nodding, mimicking bokuto’s position and nudging his cock on your lips, “suck.”

your breath hitches at his order, caught off guard by his demanding tone. you grab his cock from the base and guide it into your mouth, pumping bokuto’s length with your other hand. you hum around kageyama, running your tongue over the head of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it.

but your attention on them doesn’t last too long, the sudden feel of your pussy getting split open by gao’s cock taking it away.

“so tight,” he grunts, one of his hands running over the skin of your inner thigh until he reaches your soaking cunt. he pulls your folds apart, watching you struggle to take his cock inside you—no matter how wet you are, “i bet those jackals haven’t been fucking you like you deserve.”

“oi!” “not true!”

you free your mouth from kageyama and use both hands to pump his and bokuto’s cock, “s-so big, ugh-”

gao pushes more of him in, half of his cock already inserted in you. but he’s just so thick, so big, that you can’t help but clamp down your walls around him. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit, trying to relax your walls, as his other hand settles on your abdomen.

“you’re going to be so full of my cock that you’ll be able to see it,” he gives a gentle pat to your belly, “right here.”

your grip on the other two men tightens as gao finally bottoms out, a whine breaking through your lips at the stretch.

“if only you could see yourself,” his thrusts are lazy, mesmerized by the way your belly bulges when he pushes his cock inside you, “so fucking sexy with my fat cock inside your cunt.”

your lips wrap around the tip of bokuto’s cock once more, closing your eyes as pleasure clouds your head. he thrusts in, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“good girl,” bokuto exhales, “taking my cock so well.”

you quicken the pace of your other hand, looking at kageyama as you obscenely suck bokuto.

the setter’s eyes refuse to leave yours, “who would’ve thought our assistant could be so naughty.”

“as if you’re complaining,” gao says, lifting your leg over his shoulder. the new angle allowing him to press his hips closer to yours.

“i never said i was.”

bokuto curses under his breath when you start sucking his balls, pumping the rest of his length with your hand and squeezing the head of kageyama’s cock with the other.

“you’re going to make me cum,” bokuto groans.

giggling, you lick your way up and run your tongue over the slit, “cum in my mouth.”

the sound of collective groans echoes in the room, a fair amount of players finding your words arousing.

“what a slut, let’s see if you keep talking when you’re covered in our cum.”

gao’s threat goes straight to your pussy, making you cream around his girth. the pace of his thumb on your clit quickens once he notices your walls spasming around him.

“ngh, fuck!” you’re breathing heavily by now, barely managing to keep the pace of your hands consistent, “i-i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, baby.”

one of gao’s hands travels up your body until he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“shit, shit, shit,” you’re thrashing underneath him, your cunt fluttering around his cock thanks to your orgasm.

kageyama’s way too focused on the way your face contorts in pleasure to notice how his hips have started to jerk faster. that is until the familiar coil suddenly snaps and his cum lands on your chin and part of your chest.

“h-how did you get even tighter- hah!”

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, the sense of fullness intensifying as gao frees his load inside of you.

“i’m cumming, baby. fuck, fuck–” bokuto chants your name as he too reaches his orgasm, quickly shoving his cock into your mouth and releasing his thick cum inside of it.

you make sure to keep sucking him, milking his cock dry. once you remove your mouth from him, you bring his and kageyama’s cock closer to your face and pucker your lips, letting the mix of cum and spit fall on their cocks before giving a few kitten licks to the flushed heads.

gao starts to remove his cock from your insides, cursing at the state of your pussy once he’s finally out.

“holy fuck, she’s tightening around nothing.”

you let out a low moan when his fingers spread your lower lips, “t-too sensitive.”

“i think that’s enough,” iwaizumi intervenes, pushing him away, “color?”

“yellow,” but you continue as soon as you see his face become stern, “relax, i just need to calm down a bit.”

kageyama offers you a towel before awkwardly thanking you for your help. and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from bokuto, the three of them leave to go clean themselves.

“iwa-chan, why don’t you give her a massage?”

you let your body fall on the mattress, extending your arms above your head and moaning at the stretch.

“mm, that’d be nice.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes playfully when he sees you pouting at him, “get on your stomach, i’ll be right back.”

in the meantime, oikawa and hinata take the spots next to you, eager to finally have their turn with you.

“you’re so pretty,” oikawa runs his hands over the skin of your shoulders, “those idiots are lucky to have you.”

your eyes start closing up, focusing on the feel of his fingers on your skin and making goosebumps appear all over your body.

“shoyo, we should help her relax too. don’t you think?”

you catch the suggestive tone in his voice, but his touch feels so good that you choose to ignore it.

both men start caressing your body, hinata’s hands paying special attention to your shoulders while oikawa pets your hair, murmuring sweet nothings.

“you ready?” iwaizumi pops back into the room, a bottle of oil and a clean towel in his hands.

“mhm.”

the towel rests on your ass, iwaizumi’s warm hands spreading the oil on your back and rubbing at the sore muscles.

“does that feel good, princess?” oikawa asks when he hears you sigh. you are about to reply when iwaizumi hits a sore spot, a groan slipping past your lips and making the setter chuckle, “can you tell me your color now?”

“green.”

oikawa looks at iwaizumi and both men seem to communicate through their eyes, the latter smirking before going back to work.

at first, you don’t pay too much attention to his movements, choosing to focus on the pleasure. but then you notice how his hands seem to ghost lower and lower until he’s kneading your ass, the towel long forgotten.

before you can comment on it, he moves them to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. it all goes back to normal –or so you think– until his hands reach higher and his digits start grazing your slit.

“hajime…”

“shh,” oikawa coos in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face and kissing your temple, “let him take care of you.”

iwaizumi inserts one finger inside your pussy, curling it until he’s teasing the spongy walls.

whines escape your mouth, your hands gripping the bedsheets which are quickly replaced by hinata’s hands.

“so cute.”

another finger slips in and makes you open your eyes, looking at oikawa helplessly, “o-oikawa-san-”

“tooru,” he interrupts you.

“tooru,” you try his name and he hums, letting you know he’s listening, “could you… uh, k-kiss me?”

“of course, princess.”

he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans when iwaizumi curls both fingers and massages your spot.

you open your legs, allowing iwaizumi to finger you better as you rut your hips on the mattress, rubbing your clit against the fabric of the sheets and chasing after your orgasm.

“iwa– faster, please.”

he complies immediately, causing wetness to gush out of your cunt and making the distinctive squelching sounds fill the room.

“i’m gonna– ah! i’m c-cumming!”

“cum for me,” he encourages you, and that’s all you need.

you gush around his fingers, your slick coating them as you squirm under the gaze of the three men.

hinata tugs at your hand, pulling you underneath him and kissing you sloppily. you gasp on his mouth, caught off guard by the sudden movement but quickly melting into the kiss.

he blushes once he pulls away, “s-sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“it’s okay, shoyo,” you breathe out, caressing his cheek, “want me to help you?”

he beams at your offer, nodding eagerly as he watches you climb on top of him. you straddle his hips and run your cunt over his cock, shivering when his length grazes your clit.

“do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, playing with his hair.

“wait- i think i have a better idea.”

hinata lifts you from his lap and moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pushes your hips with his hands, turning you around so you’re facing away from him.

“you can sit on my lap now.”

your ass rests right on top of his cock, but he hooks his arms on your knees, spreading you open, as he lets himself fall back on the mattress.

“what are you–”

“oikawa-san, doesn’t this remind you of something?”

said man laughs, “how could i forget? we had quite some fun back in brazil, huh?”

you’re visibly confused, looking at oikawa with furrowed brows, “what do you want to do?”

“say, princess,” his tone suddenly sounds too sweet for your liking, “have you ever had two cocks in one hole?”

your eyes widen, looking back and forth between oikawa and iwaizumi—who has ridden himself of his clothes and sits next to you, his thick cock in his hand.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

“can we do that?” hinata asks from behind you, his breath fanning on your ear, “we’ll be gentle.”

“there’s literally another free hole for you to use!” someone yells, clearly annoyed they didn’t get the chance to do it.

oikawa clicks his tongue, “where’s the fun in that?”

after taking a minute to think it through, you agree to their offer, “okay… uh- iwa?” you turn to look at him, “what about you?”

seeing as there’s no room for him to take your ass, his eyes land on your mouth. and with two taps of his finger on your cheek, he lets you know his decision.

“think you can suck me off?”

they’re all given the green light when you answer his question. hinata raises you from his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance before letting your weight fall on top of it. you groan at the familiar thickness stretching you nicely, missing the flash of hunger in the setter’s eyes.

“my turn.”

oikawa presses the tip on your entrance, pushing forward and making room for his own cock.

the burn of having two cocks in one hole is new to you, but it’s surprisingly more pleasurable than you thought it’d be. you lift your eyes to look at oikawa, his gaze already locked on you, and you feel your pussy cream around their cocks at the lust in his eyes.

“enjoying yourself, princess?”

you moan when he bottoms out, watching the muscles of his abdomen contract and feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.

the thrill of being stretched by two cocks, at the same time, has your head spinning; your thoughts becoming lewd as you picture both men cumming inside you and globs of cum dripping from your abused hole.

“oikawa-san, did you feel that?” hinata asks. half-amused, half excited, “she’s squeezing us so well.”

“naughty, princess,” the setter grunts, “don’t forget about iwa-chan.”

you turn your head to face him, catching the irritated look he sends oikawa before looking down at you.

iwaizumi’s eyes immediately soften, but a smirk slowly tugs at the corners of his lips, “you seem busy.”

“there’s always room for japan’s national team athletic trainer.”

he can’t help but laugh, shaking his head at the silly title. he raises from his seat and settles himself above you, his cock hovering on your face and making your mouth water.

“whenever you’re ready.”

you don’t need to be told twice. grasping his thick cock with your hand, you lean forward and flick your tongue on the head, looking at him through your lashes with faux innocence.

“start moving,” iwaizumi hisses, the words directed at the other two men, “seems like she needs a little reminder of who’s in charge right now.”

oikawa and hinata look at each other with smirks on their lips. as hinata said earlier, they’ve been in this position before, so there’s no need for words between them since they both know what’s coming next.

hinata moves his head slightly to the side, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and, at the same time, granting him the view of your cunt being filled with their cocks.

“look at her, oikawa-san” his eyes are locked on your pussy, captivated by the way you suck them in, “she looks so pretty with two cocks splitting her open.”

hinata’s lewd words prompt you to involuntarily moan, the vibrations landing on iwaizumi’s cock.

“hmm, you like it when you’re reduced to nothing but a slut. don’t you?”

you blink up at iwaizumi as you keep bobbing your head up and down his shaft, opting to hum to let him know you’re not ignoring him.

but his words catch someone else’s attention.

“is that true?” oikawa asks, amusement clear in his voice, “you like being reminded you’re a whore? how much of a greedy slut you are by fucking an entire volleyball team?”

you’re speechless, his words –matched with his and hinata’s harsh thrusts– causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“answer me.”

oikawa’s hand wraps around your throat, barely applying any pleasure but it’s enough to send your mind into a frenzy.

after releasing iwaizumi’s cock from your mouth, you take a second to swallow down your spit before answering him.

“y-yes, tooru. i like being treated like a slut.”

his eyes sparkle with mischief, pleased by your words.

“good, because that’s how you’re going to be treated from now on.”

a hand travels to your throbbing clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub.

“s-shoyo!”

“shh, it’ll make you feel good.”

something wet slaps against your cheek, “don’t get distracted.”

you nod and go back to sucking iwaizumi off, moaning every time hinata or oikawa hit a spot inside your cunt. you dare take a look at where your body connects with both men, and you catch yourself becoming entranced by the way their cocks slide in and out of your pussy so easily.

you are familiar with hinata’s cock, but it’s nice to see the contrast between the two of them. while hinata’s length is thick and veiny, oikawa’s leans towards the slimmer side—but still with a considerable length. either way, both men manage to hit those sweet spots inside you and make you see stars.

“shit– princess,” oikawa falters a bit when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“we can cum inside you, right?” hinata asks, sensing his orgasm approaching. after all, he had been waiting for his turn for around an hour.

you pull away from iwaizumi, a string of spit connecting your lips with his cock and causing it to twitch at the sight.

“you can cum wherever you want.”

“oh? the team’s cocksleeve,” oikawa adds, “i see.”

iwaizumi chuckles, combing your hair out of your face and pushing his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, “you like that nickname, sweetheart?”

with his length still in your mouth, you manage to hum in affirmation.

hinata’s pace on your clit quickens as his hips jerk faster, your cunt squeezing their cocks even more in return, “i’m cumming, ah– i-i’m gonna cum!”

he manages to say before you feel him twitch inside you, pumping his cum into your walls. the fullness plus his rapid movements on your clit cause the familiar warmth to take over your body. but it’s your fourth orgasm of the night, and before you can warn anyone, liquid spurts out of your cunt.

you squirm on top of hinata, gushing around his and oikawa’s cock while your mouth remains occupied with iwaizumi’s.

“holy shit.”

both oikawa and iwaizumi cum at the sight of you squirting before them, observing the wetness soaking oikawa’s abdomen and running all the way down onto the bedsheets. they groan as they feel their load releasing into you, oikawa filling your tender cunt while iwaizumi fills your mouth.

you try to swallow a bit of iwaizumi’s cum but it’s useless. your chest heaves in exhaustion, your eyes closing involuntarily as you’re being hit with wave after wave of fatigue.

“hey,” oikawa winces when he removes his cock from you. he shoots a worried glance at iwaizumi before he’s leaning forward so he can take a closer look at you, “princess? how are you feeling?”

iwaizumi nudges hinata with his knee, wordlessly telling him to let go of you.

the following moments become a foggy mess, your mind barely registering the pair of arms wrapping around you and carrying you somewhere else.

all you can feel is tiredness, and the dampness between your thighs, before you finally pass out.

—

consciousness slowly makes its way to you, replacing the sleepiness and making you aware of your surroundings as a familiar soreness sits heavy on your body.

in an instant, flashbacks from the previous night run through your mind.

you grip the duvet and push it away from you, only to notice the set of clothes you’re wearing: an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that clearly don’t belong to you. but you don’t have time to dwell on it, the sound of your ringtone blasting all over the room and making you scramble around the bed so you can answer the call.

but it’s of no use when it goes to voicemail—you were a bit too late.

when you manage to find your phone, you tap on the screen to see whose call you just missed.

‘hajime’

your fingertips hover on the contact name, debating between returning the call or wait for him to call you again. but a few notifications pop up at the top of the screen signaling you have three text messages from him.

hey, i guess you’re still asleep. don’t freak out when you wake up, you deserve the rest so it’s okay if you stay in bed. i left your breakfast on the nightstand and you can always call me if you need anything else.

and i thought you’d like to see this.

there’s a link attached at the end of the message.

you click on it and wait for the page to load, tapping your nails on the back of your phone anxiously. a headline in big bold letters takes over the screen and you have to stop yourself from squealing.

‘japan men’s volleyball team makes it past the first round.’

you start scrolling down the article, reading how spectacular the match was and how the entire team seemed to be in their best shape. you feel your face heat up when you read the argentinian team won their match too, with multiple comments praising oikawa’s performance.

with a smile on your lips, you go back to your messages to type a quick reply to iwaizumi. only to notice you have one more text from him.

it’s our turn to take care of you.

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I freaking loved this! Always a sucker for a badass reader, I mean it’s not always the men? Yk? Hehe kidding aside, I just had this idea, a prequel per se, for lioness. Ofc it’s up to u if u wanna do it!

Maybe the reader (I’m not sure what background is fitting/good), they viewed her as Bucky’s trophy wife before. Weak without Bucky, good for nothing but an eye candy, bed warmer, sexualizing her, saying bucky would be bored of her after the long run (Bc that’s what they do) basically every misogynistic statement a man could throw at a woman.

And well, yeah, women do try their shot with Bucky. Men also try to get her from Bucky. Thinking that their relationship is nothing but shallow and physical.

NOT knowing that Bucky is the king because of his Queen. NOT knowing that the brain of everything is her. not knowing that if Bucky is brutal, then she is worse. not knowing that without her, Bucky wouldn’t have his empire. Bucky might be a strong and wise man, but behind him before (Bc now she do be in front), was an even stronger and wiser woman of his. And not knowing that they see each other as equal, love each other through and through, they did something to put the woman behind, right in front of their eyes.

She isn’t called a lioness just for her beauty and grace. Her wit, cunningness, and aggressiveness did. So yeah, maybe this could prompt a prequel? HEHE thank you so much if u do (or don’t) pursue this! Really love ur writing 💗

Things got a bit bloody here, even for me...but I love it 🖤

Lioness - The Prequel || Mafia!Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, oral (f rec), murder, torture, violence, swearing WC: 2.7k

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one

You hadn’t known he was the owner of the nightclub when you had spotted Bucky watching you from the VIP tables. It was nothing new, men always liked to watch you. You had turned so many of them away as you danced alone under the strobe lights, but still more tried to lay their hands on your waist or the ballsier ones went straight to your ass. The current man had done just that, two of his palms firmly planted on your ass and pulled your body against his.

“Look at you playing all hard to get, baby,” he purred in your ear as you turned your face away from his with a grimace, the sharp tang of vodka on his breath. “Don’t be shy. An ass like this is just begging to be touched.”

“Don’t touch me,” you repeated as you rolled your eyes before pushing him back so you could see his glazed-over ones. “It’s not gonna happen, so fuck off before someone gets hurt.”

You sighed as you saw the resolve settle in his face, the tic of his jaw as he decided what to do with your insult. His hand grabbed your bare arm and gripped it painfully, his nails digging into your skin as he dragged you towards the mens bathroom. His foot kicked the door open and he shouted at two men using the urinals to find somewhere else to piss.

“I just want it noted for the record that I did warn you,” you said as he pushed you back into the tiled wall.

The second his hands moved to unbuckle his belt your fist jabbed out, straight into his trachea so he couldn’t scream for help. You swiped his legs out from under him and since he was finding it already hard to breath you straddled his chest, unsheathing the knife that was strapped to your thigh.

“You know what, I think you need a lesson in consent,” you said as you dragged the blade down his cheek, a thin red streak appearing in its wake. “Let’s role play, I’ll be you. Do you want me to break your nose?”

He tried to talk as he shook his head but his crushed trachea left him silent.

“See, a normal, decent person would take that as a no, but I’m being you. So…” You closed your fist and punched him, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose under your knuckles. “Now, how's your lesson going?”

He shook his head wildly and you could almost taste his fear permeating the air.

”Good, good. That was the warm up.” His silent tears were mixing with the blood running down his face and you smiled sadistically as the door opened to reveal the man who had been watching you. “How about a castration?”

“Not the pick up line I would have used,” the stranger said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He watched you in the mirror as he meticulously washed his hands and took care to get around the thick white gold rings he wore.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with a frown as he leant against the wall, tilting his head as he watched your fingers twirling your blade. It was a nervous habit as much as it just looked good.

“This is the mens room, doll, what are you doing here?” he shot back with a smirk. “You see when I heard about a man dragging the sexiest woman in my club into the bathrooms, this was not what I was expecting to find.”

“Ah, you’re the kind of guy that likes to swoop in and save the damsel in distress.” You chuckled, pressing the blade of your knife to the deadman's throat when he tried to buck you off. Your eyes remained fixed on the club owner. “Did you think I would fall on my knees for you, my white knight, and suck your cock?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” He winked before pulling a gun from behind his back. “But my priority is making sure no one else thinks they can come into my house and pull the shit he did. So, leave him with me.”

“No.”

“It wasn’t a question, doll.”

“I don’t take orders from anyone.” You stared at each other for what felt like hours as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and you felt your body heating up under his blue eyes. “But maybe we can come to another arrangement?”

His smirk grew and you squirmed, forgetting for a moment that you were still sitting on some stranger's chest. “What do you have in mind?”

He watched you rise and he couldn’t help thinking you had the grace of a cat and the fire of a huntress as you stepped over the half conscious man and closer to him. He hadn’t seen anyone that came close to being as sexy as you when you wiped your blade across your dress and slipped it back into your thigh sheath, a hint of your lace panties teasing him. “Let me kill him, you can take all the credit and, well, I’m sure you can think of something you want.”

You stood toe to toe him as you slipped his gun from his hands and placed it on the marble vanity. His cock was already straining against his pants and you sighed as you imagined how big it was from how it pressed against you as you reached up to whisper in his ear.

“So what do you say?”

Two Years Later

“I’m telling you baby, you gotta do something to shake it up. We lost two blocks to the Don last month and now they think they fucking own the city,” you said as you reclined back in your chair, getting more frustrated that you couldn’t just waltz into the gentlemans club where the Don and his Capos met monthly - but apparently it was hallowed ground, neutral, bullshit. “I would paint the walls with his fucking brain.”

Bucky chuckled as he tipped your chin back so that he could kiss your filthy mouth. “Fuck, I love it when you get murderous.”

He turned your chair to face him as he dropped to the floor and pushed your legs wide. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed at the sight, your panties nowhere to be seen and your pussy ready to be eaten. You were always so ready for him. His hands pulled you forward and straight into his waiting mouth, his tongue delving between your slit.

“The cars are ready,” Steve called from outside the office door.

“Ten,” you moaned as Bucky eased two fingers inside you and curled them up as his tongue pressed over your clit, “minutes. Bit busy.”

You heard his exasperated sigh but ignored it as his footsteps retreated down the hall so you could finish before needing to leave. Bucky chuckled as he heard his best friend stopping someone else from trying to interrupt and the vibration sent a delicious wave of pleasure up your spine.

“Oh fuck, that’s it baby.”

Your fingers laced in his hair as you rolled your hips against his mouth, chasing the release he teased in front of you. Your head fell back as his lips sealed around your clit and sucked it just how you liked and his fingers rolled against your g-spot, the final straw that sent you head first into your orgasm. The leather of your chair creaked as your body jerked with sensitivity and Bucky continued to suck until you pushed his head away with a cry. You slammed your legs shut as you tried to stop your head from spinning and he grinned happily as he wiped away your juices running down his chin.

“Fuck, now I have to change.” You smirked as you rose from the chair and felt the back of your dress damp from the liquid that had escaped.

“No panties.” Bucky stated as he watched you walk on trembling legs to the door. “I want to know there’s cum running down your thighs.”

You crossed your finger over your heart and raced upstairs to change, keeping your promise before meeting Bucky at the front door. You kissed him as his hands ran over your body, smiling when he felt no panty lines under the material. “That’s my girl.”

Bucky could feel the anger radiating from you the entire meeting, his hand under the table gently squeezing yours as your fingers itched to reach for your knife. He knew you too well. The car ride home had been silent as you watched the mental playback with hindsight 20/20 vision. You could finally see it clearly, that you would never be taken seriously by the men of this world, not unless they saw firsthand what you were capable of.

“I’m sick of them looking at me like I’m just there to smile and giggle,” you growled the second the bedroom door closed. “I tell them one thing, they laugh. You tell them the same thing, they fucking take note. I am sick of it.”

“This whole thing was your idea, this agreement,” Bucky pointed out as he tore his restricting tie from his neck and cornered you at the edge of the bed.

“Fuck the agreement,” you huffed and fell back on the bed. “I want to renegotiate.”

His body covered yours as he caged you between his arms and his blue eyes glimmered with excitement, probably remembering how much fun the first negotiation was. “Anything you wish.”

“That’s not a negotiation, that’s submitting,” you pointed out as your fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“It’s respecting my queen,” he said as his lips trailed along your neck. “This empire wouldn’t be what it is without you, so tell me what you want.”

“Everything.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, my love.” His lips were leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone, slowly making his way down the valley of your breasts and leaving your thoughts scattered. “Tell me.”

“I want to cut the little whores who even think about touching you.” You smiled at the thought. “I want to carve my name onto them so they never forget who they crossed. And that would just be for pleasure. For business I would make a statement so loud that no one would ever fuck with us again, they would hear my name and tremble.”

“You want to be the bogeyman.”

“No, the whole problem that the people in this world have with me is that I am not a man. I want to show them that their misogynistic ideals will be their downfall.” Your chest was rising rapidly as you were impassioned with your statement. “I want to be something fierce, something feminine, something…more than any man could be.”

Bucky licked his lips as he watched your eyes shine like they did when you were worked up, the way you fixated on your goal like a predator and her prey, a graceful, frightening huntress. “A lioness, The Lioness.”

“Lioness.” You tasted the sound on your tongue. “Hmm, they are fierce animals.”

“Feminine and graceful.” He added.

“And takes care of her king.”

“Sounds just like someone I know.” He smirked as he hovered above your lips. “My beautiful lioness.”

You couldn’t help smirking at the pout on your husband’s lips as he watched you descend the stairs. Tonight was the night you were going to make your real introduction into the criminal underworld and you would not be doing it in a dress.

“Pick that lip up baby, and I might let you find out if I’m wearing anything under this,” you teased as you straightened the perfectly tailored, stark white suit you wore with a plunging neckline, a sense of business with a hint of sexiness. “Are you ready?”

His eager smile and lick of his lips sent your blood pumping faster around your body as you reached the bottom step and he laced his fingers with yours. “Let’s fucking do it.”

It was carnage, beautiful carnage. The Don didn’t know what had hit him as you stepped through the doors to the Gentlemen's Club, the ‘no women permitted’ sign streaked red with the blood of the man who tried to stop you.

“What the fuck is this Barnes?” he growled at Bucky who was leaning against the doorway behind you. “Get your puttana the fuck out of here.”

You kissed your lips at his insult and reached up your sleeve for the dagger that was sheathed to your forearm. “I think I need to teach you a lesson in manners.”

“She’s a really great teacher,” Bucky chuckled with a hint of his anger sneaking through. “First lesson, don’t call my wife a whore.”

“You have a problem you come talk to me, man to man, this is not how we do things,” the Don said as he moved behind his men, regretting the rule of no weapons on hallowed ground. His men outside had been armed but you had quickly slaughtered them, with the assistance of Steve standing guard beyond Bucky in case more arrived.

“Well things have changed,” you said as you tossed the blade up and caught it. “And I personally think actions speak louder than words.”

The Don ordered his men to attack and even though Bucky knew you could handle yourself his arm tensed as he physically fought against his protective urge to move you behind him. You dodged the hand that tried to grab you, knocking it aside with the vambrace hidden beneath your suits sleeve before you glided your blade across his throat, the hot spray of blood staining your suit as he fell to your feet. Your Jimmy Choo’s looked like Louboutins as you stepped through the pool of blood and turned the heels red.

You had to shake your head at the Don, he had made the wrong choice with his Capos. These men were not fighters, they were only good with a gun and assumed their brute strength was enough on its own, without their weapons they were just little sacrificial lambs. Your clothes were drenched in the blood of his men as you reached his trembling form, the last of his man gurgling through the hole in his throat. Your knife had been wedged stuck in the spine of a gutless pig who had tried to turn and run. Without the blade you had resorted to killing the last man with a kick to the throat, your heel puncturing a painful hole.

“Please, please don’t kill me.” The Don begged as he wet himself where he stood. “You can have it all back, your territory, it’s yours, done.”

“Oh, I know.” You laughed at his audacity. “And I will leave you alive.”

“Thank you, thank you,” he stammered as he fell to his knees and took your hand, kissing your wedding ring.

“Don’t mistake this as kindness,” you said as you backhanded him with the very hand he had just kissed. “I want you to tell everyone what you witnessed tonight.”

“We want you to tell everyone that she isn’t just one of the mob wives, she’s my equal in every way,” Bucky stated as he stood by your side, his pupils blown with lust after watching you take everyone down. “She’s my fucking lioness.”

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Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs

“You’re a fucking liar.”

This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.

But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”

So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.

There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)

The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.

It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.

Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).

Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.

She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.

That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,

“You confuse me.”

Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.

Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”

A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”

“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”

“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”

“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”

“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”

Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.

“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”

“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”

God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”

Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”

“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”

Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”

“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.

But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”

“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”

Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.

Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”

“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.

“Do you want me to apologize to you?”

A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”

“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”

Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”

Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”

And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”

“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”

“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”

“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”

“It does not terrify me—”

“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”

Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.

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onlyfreds · 2 years

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Sing a Song for Me | F.W.

Title: Sing a Song for Me

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: You have Tourettes but you don't tell Fred. But, he is smarter than he lets on.

At first, having Tourettes was quite a challenge.

You never thought someone would accept that part of you.

Until you met Fred Weasley.

When the two of you first started dating, you didn’t tell him about your condition at all. At first, Fred thought that the twitching of your index finger was just a force of habit - until he noticed that the twitching only stopped whenever you would hum a song under your breath.

The two of you were studying for your exams inside the library.

Even though exams were coming up, that didn’t prevent the teachers from giving you what seemed like a never ending pile of workload.

You were so stressed out that you noticed that your index finger started twitching.

Taking a deep breath, you hummed a song under your breath causing the twitching to gradually stop.

What you failed to notice - that Fred had seen the twitching too.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “Why?”

“I just noticed your finger was twitching.” He said.

“Oh,” You said, heart racing against your chest as you waved it off, “Nothing. It’s just a force of habit.”

“You sure?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, “Positive.”

Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to pry the truth from you, he went to the person who basically knew everything: Hermione.

After inquiring with his brother, he found the brightest witch of her age in the library - the most obvious location.

“Hey Hermione.” Fred casually said, sliding into the seat opposite of her.

“If Ron sent you here to convince me to give him the answers to our Charms homework, then the answer is still no.” Hermione said, not even bothering to look up from her essay.

“Ron didn’t send me here - I am coming to you on my own accord because I need your wisdom.” Fred said.

“Wisdom on what exactly?” Hermione asked.

“Something about my girlfriend.” He answered.

Hermione furrowed her brows, “Why? Is there something wrong? What happened?”

Fred shook his head, “It’s not about our relationship - we’re fine. It’s about one of her “habits” in particular.”

“Fred, I can’t read minds.” Hermione quipped, starting to get impatient.

“Well, you see she has this ‘habit’ where her index finger twitches but when I asked her about it, she said that it was just a ‘habit’.” He explained.

“When does the twitching stop?” Hermione asked.

“Whenever she sings a song under her breath.”

“Is there a pattern to when this mostly happens?”

Fred thought about it for a moment, “As far as I know, whenever she is stressed.”

Hermione stayed silent, anyone could practically see the gears turning in her head,

“I need to make sure I have the right idea, once I’ve checked it - I’ll tell you what I think.”

Fred gave a grateful smile, “Thanks Hermione.”

Hermione managed to give him an idea just before dinner.

“I got it. I know what she has.” Hermione declared.

“What is it?” Fred asked.

“From what I’ve read - she could have Tourettes, and I checked her medical records with Madam Pomfrey - it is confirmed.” She explained.

“Okay, slow down.” Fred said, “What’s Tourettes?”

“It’s basically a condition where they subconsciously do a certain thing, like the twitching of a finger, and it just happens even worse when they’re stressed.”

“And what does the singing has to do with it?”

“They can do something to be able to control the tics - and for your girlfriend’s case, it’s singing.”

“Why didn’t she tell me?” Fred muttered, not knowing that Hermione heard him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The girl scoffed, “She’s insecure, Fred. So many girls try to woo you with their charms everyday. She’s scared that if you find out about her condition - you’ll change the way how you look at her and you won’t find her as attractive as you originally thought.”

“That’s nonsense! I don’t care about that - if anything, it makes me love her even more.” Fred protested.

Hermione shrugged, “Don’t tell that to me - I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Hey sweetheart.” Fred greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he sat down beside you on the couch in the common room.

“Hi Freddie.” You said, giving him a smile.

“What’re you doing?” He asked casually.

“Just finishing this essay.” You answered.

Fred stayed by your side, brainstorming ideas for the shop when your index finger started twitching - which you failed to notice.

“Sing a song for me.” He finally spoke up.

You gave him a confused look, still not noticing the twitching, “What?”

“Your finger is twitching and it goes away if you sing.” Fred pointed out, “So, sing a song for me.”

You started to sing, the twitching gradually stopping.

Once the twitching had stopped, the two of you stayed in silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Fred asked, breaking the silence.

“About?”

“Your condition.”

You avoided his gaze, contemplating on what you should tell him,

“I was scared.” You admitted, “I didn’t know how you would react and I was scared that it would be a factor in ending our relationship.”

Fred engulfed you in a hug, running his fingers through your hair, “Princess, I don’t care if you have something that others don’t. It actually makes me love you even more. And no matter how many girls try to flirt with me, heck even if Veelas start flirting with me, I only have eyes for you and no one else but you.”

This caused you to smile as you leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss to his lips, “How did I get so lucky?

“Hey! That’s my line.”

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whumpofdory · 2 years

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More Than You Bargained For, Part 3

The pets reached the top of the staircase behind their Master and looked down the hallway. The house had looked large from the outside, but it felt smaller now, almost like it was choking them. A prison; a noose around the neck.

“Sorry the hallways and doors are so small.” Warren tried to break the thick silence. “I usually use a wheelchair but I don’t want to have the whole place renovated. When we go out in public I’ll use a wheelchair but here I have to use these.” He swung the left crutch out and almost hit the shin of the light haired pet.

Since he’d first picked up the crutches, all he could think about was how much it would hurt to be beaten with it. They were light metal but strong; they could likely hurt almost as much as a poker but with more force behind it. And the leverage he could get with the way they were placed under his arms. This only spurred him to focus on not messing up. One of the crutches jumped out in front of his leg and he walked into it, making him tumble forward. Out of instinct he grabbed, but all he caught was Master’s shirt as he went down too, his balance being knocked off from the displacement of the crutch. The pet’s heart stopped in horror and his blood felt like ice.

All Warren felt was that dip in your stomach, and then the gentle arms of the light haired pet pulling him up. He was used to falling; his tics caused that frequently if he didn’t have crutches. He was not, however, used to falling onto someone. He watched as the dark haired pet pulled himself to his knees in front of him.

“I’m so sorry Master, I will accept the punishment you give me. It will not happen in the future, I promise.” There was panic thinly veiled in the semi-steady flow of his voice.

“Don’t worry, that happens to me all the time. No punishment needed. I fall a lot, that’s one of the reasons you’re here is to help me. I’d say you certainly did that when you broke my fall. I should be thanking you.” It made Warren uncomfortable the way they spoke to him. Like he was some kind of god who was merciful enough to let them live every second. He felt sick just thinking about it. Maybe he’ll get used to it after a while?

“Thank you for your mercy, Master.” Now Master would certainly want to keep the other pet unless he was able to recover his good standing. This was awful, this waiting to see, this competition between himself and the other pet. He almost wished he was back at the facility, ready to be bought again. Almost.

Warren led them around the bannister and through a short hallway into a bedroom. “This one is for one of you, and if the other can help me fix up the room across the hall that’ll be his.” They stared at each other for a moment before he gestured at the light haired one with a crutch. “Why don’t you come with me and get sheets for the other bed. You can stay here.” With the last sentence he gestured toward the dark haired pet.”

Of course, the dark haired boy thought. Of course he would pick the other one instead of me. He did trip Master, after all. He looked around the small room. A large bed took up most of the space, with a closet on the wall to his right and a bathroom door on the wall he’d come through to enter. Other than that there were a desk and two chairs, only one of which was cushioned.

Warren walked down the hall with the light haired boy. “You know,” he said awkwardly, “I was thinking your name could be Peyton. If you like that name.”

“I like it very much, Master, if it pleases you.” He had a neutral expression - the same expression he’d had since Warren first met him. Warren couldn’t decide if Peyton actually liked the name or was only humouring him.

“Good. I think it suits you.” They continued in silence until they reached the linen closet, and were silent on the way back. He had been afraid the trip would have been awkward given what had just happened with the dark haired one given what had happened moments ago, but turns out the trip with Peyton wasn’t much better.

Master named me. Peyton thought. Already too! Maybe he will keep me. I have to stay good so I will not be sold. Master led him to his new room, across the way from the other pet.

Master called the dark haired pet in to help Peyton change the sheets on the bed. He watched as they did it with practised, graceful movements. “So while we were getting the sheets I gave Peyton his name.” In case it wasn’t clear who he was talking about, Warren gestured at the blond pet. “And I was thinking I should do the same for you. You look like a “Dexter” to me, is that okay with you?” Dexter nodded and smiled. At least one of the pets was expressive. One of his pets was expressive.

They finished and he turned to leave. “Both of you should take showers. Each bedroom has its own bathroom and there should be enough water for you both to shower at the same time. I trust you know how to do it on your own. I’ll be downstairs. Come get me if you need anything.” And with that he left.

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Bring You Home Pt. 8

Warnings: none

Summary: We resume with Sam in his Hydra cell

Word count: 542

A/N: this is the second part to Sam's POV

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Five days later- Sam’s POV

Sam wasn’t sure how long he had been in Hydra’s clutches, what he did know was that Bucky, your fiancé, his best friend, was alive. Sam cursed himself, he should have stayed that day on the dock, should have tried to fight. His stomach twisted when he thought of you, how heartbroken you had been these past few months. You had been broken enough to go to Steve for help, and he knew how much you hated Steve. The two of you never seemed to see eye to eye on any topic, he had been surprised you took his side instead of Tony’s during the accords, a distant memory now.

Rising from the bed, Sam paced his room, he needed to get out of here, get back to the quantum machine, to you. He hadn’t seen the soldier in days, he had a bad feeling they were waiting for you, he needed to get to you. You needed to know about Bucky before they tried to use him against you. He cursed slamming his hands against the cell door.

“Psst… Cap.”

Sam spun around looking for a source to the voice, but there was nothing there,

“Easy big guy, don’t raise suspicion…”

Wait a minute Sam recognized that voice, “Tic Tac?”

Scott’s voice echoed in Sam’s ear again, “Shh! Suit up Cap, we gotta get you out of here.”

As if on que, his Captain America suit materialized on the makeshift bed, rushing to it Sam dressed quickly. “What’s the plan Scott?” there was no response, “Scott?!” Sam whisper-yelled into his cell, “I swear man…” an explosion rocked the building, as the wall to Sam’s cell crumbled, giving way to a snow-covered forest. Almost immediately Scott appeared,

“Come on man! We need to get the hell out of here, before they realize what happened!” Sam nodded, as Hank ran into the cell, followed by Hope,

“Ready?” Scott asked, Hope nodding briskly, “Sam you are going to have to carry my father, let’s go.”

Sam grabbed hold of Hank as the thunder of footsteps approached their cells, opening his wings, Sam glanced back seeing Rumlow and his team barge into the cell too late to stop them from escaping, “What’s wrong? Cap got your tongue?” Sam saluted before dropping off the building and soaring off to follow Hope and Scott. ~

Hours later when they managed to outrun the last of Hydra’s scouts, Sam explained what had happened and thanked them for their help.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to help?” Scott asked, he seemed like he was itching for a fight.

Sam waved him off, “No man, Y/N and I can handle this. I don’t need anything happening to Hope or yourself, you have a daughter to think about, I couldn’t handle it if something goes wrong.”

“Sam, when this is all said and done, if you need me to help you send Steve back, that is if he comes with Y/N, just call me. I’ll be there.” Hank placed a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Hank, for everything. Now get out of here and keep your heads down!” Sam nodded, turning away. He had to get back to you, before they did…

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Kim Taehyung- All Mine

HELLO FRIENDS!!

ANON ASKS

Hello my dear Night Owl. How are you feeling today? 😌

So, I saw your X rated prompt list and I was like "Okay. I need to ask for my idea immediately. I want to see their words on it"

Let's go. Y/N and Taehyung are at a party at a friend's place. Y/N is talking with people and some of them are maybe a bit too close with her so Tae becomes jealous. Even if he knows she didn't do anything wrong, he's giving her a silent treatment while fucking her (in a room upstairs) as he try to contain his moans, trying to be as serious as possible (but can't help to make such sexy faces and saying filthy things... oups 🥵) even if Y/N is trying to seduce him like touching his body or begging him to do some noises bc it's making her go crazy etc.... like he's not harsh, brutal or not calling her bad names (slut etc...) but more like he'll give her the best fuck of all time (to reassure his ego and make sure she's his) + 11, 16, 21, 33, 57 🙇‍♀️💛do you think it's possible even if it's a lot to take please? Thank you so much for your time and efforts! I love you 🧡🧡

This is perhaps the coolest, most detailed (and most considerate ask) I’ve ever gotten. No one ever asks how NightOwl is...I was having a shitty week and now I FEEL GREAT THANKS TO YOU!!

11- Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot

16- I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that?

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

33- I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie.

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

So I’m getting huge frat party, Tae is into Y/N and it’s obvious but of course eh. So she’s like, if he’s gonna be mean, ill be mean back. tease..

LEGGO!!

...

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Y/N, Please?”

“No.”

“Just this once!”

“Nana, for the last time-” you shut your textbook and turned to face her. “I don’t want to go.”

“It’s midterms! They’re finally over! Celebrate for once!” she sighed. Nana was your party-girl super extroverted best friend. The most popular girl in her sorority and by default the most popular in university. “You never actually get to have fun.”

“Within good reason!” you sighed. “A bunch of drunken frat boys, nerds who’ve never sipped vodka a day in their lives going crazy. Not to mention the disgusting smell of Smirnoff Ice?” you crossed your arms. “That’s your crowd, not mine.”

Nana sighed, running a hand through her silky hair. “I know you think that sororities and fraternities are nothing but drunken horn-dogs-”

“I never said that Nana. Those are your friends. I’m the last person you should be seen partying with.”

“Well I want to be seen with you! We’ve been friends since we were in diapers! I just want to spend some time with my bestie.” she stood up. “Just for a couple minutes.”

“Alright you broke me, I’ll go.” you sighed, shoving your book into your bag.

“You will? Really!??” she hopped up. “Y/N thank you.” she took you into a bone crushing hug. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

You nodded as Nana excitedly told you her outfit ideas. You felt bad. It wasn’t nice to stereotype and yet there you were. Nana was the nicest and sweetest girl, she just loved to party. You promised yourself you’d enjoy yourself, for her sake.

...

You walked down the halls, tapping away at your phone. You passed by the Bangtan Boys, the most well known, most popular, and probably most talented boys in all of the entire school. They would for sure debut before graduation.

“Hey Y/N!!” Taehyung chased behind you in an attempt to catch up. “Hey.”

“Um..Hi?” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“I heard you were going to Nana’s party.” he smiled. “I was wondering if-”

“That probably isn’t a good idea...reputation remember?” you glowered.

You and him had went out on one date. One. It was something that you came to regret when he grew somewhat of a reputation, that would soon come to haunt your ass.

“Y/N-” he sighed. “Come on, we can go as friends.”

“To a party...that’s known for people going into broom closets and fuck?”

“Well it doesn’t have to be a broom closet.” he joked, making you scoff. “Come on, just for a few minutes. Save me a dance and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“....Sure, why not.” you gave in. “Just don’t make me regret this decision.”

...(At the party)

Taehyung was fuming. He watched you laugh in a small group of 2 boys and 2 girls. You were laughing at the top of your lungs kicking back a Screwdriver. He was sure that you hated alcohol but apparently not. You were laughing at something that asshole from his dance class had said. You had forgotten all about him.

You were wearing a school jacket (it had been Nana’s varsity jacket that she insisted went so well with the black skirt she stuck you in.) along with a long sleeved black shirt. You were wearing your favorite shoes he always saw you in.

Sure, you two weren’t ‘together’ but IT WAS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING. Everyone knew (well not everyone) that you were (not really) his. He noticed one of the guys in particular was getting a bit too flirty for his tastes. You weren’t that funny, but he was laughing as if you were a comedian. You looked like you were enjoying his company too.

No, he couldn’t have that!

He stormed up to the crowd and grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from your group of friends.

“Hey!” you protested as you were led up the stairs. “Let me go!”

“Quiet.” was all he said as you were taken into a random bedroom. Before you could protest, he crashed his lips over yours. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding your head in place.

“Taehyung!” you mumbled in surprise. “What are you-”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he backed you up against the room door. He pinned your arms above you head. “You’re mine.” he grumbled. “Mine.” he sounded slightly desperate. He kissed down your jawline, down your neck.

He felts your hands lace into his, relaxing into his touch. He would have been happy had he not been so mad at that asshole flirting with you.

“T-taehyung. I don’t think doing this here is such a good i-idea-uuuhh.” you tilted your head back slightly. He suckled on your collarbone, making your legs shake. “Tae- S-say something.”

Without speaking, he helped your out of your jacket, which you complied. Before he could do anything else, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back towards you.

Shit, how was he supposed to focus when you were such a good kisser. You played with the ends of his hair as he played with your tongue. He hummed thoughtfully, almost giggling at your desperation to hear him.

He let a small moan escape his lips as he grinded his body against yours. He kissed down your neck, grinding his body against yours in need and desperation.

“T-taehyungie~” you whimpered. “Please say something?”

The way you said ‘please’. Fuck! How could he ignore that?

“ Oh god, Y/N…Those sounds you make are so fucking hot “ he giggled. “You really pissed me off, Y/N.” he grumbled. He wrapped his arms around you tighter, trailing his hands under your shirt. “Hmmm~” he moaned.

“What did I do?” you stared up at him, pouting. “I was talking to my friends.” His hands trailed under your skirt now. “Uhhnn~” your hips bucked as he scratched your clit through your panties. “You aren’t my boyfriend.”

“I’m yours though.” he seethed. “I don’t want you to look at, or even care about anyone else but me. I don’t want you to look at anyone else this way.” he lowered himself to his knees, with an evil smirk on his face. “ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look at me like I’m your god.” he whispered as your eyes followed him. “No one else gets you, no one else gets to take you.” he hiked up your skirt. “No one else gets to taste you.”

Tae yanked down your panties, shoving them in his pocket. He wasted no time in digging his tongue into your heat. A gasp ripped through your throat. You could only hope no one needed this room any time soon. He quietly licked stripes up your slit. You let out quiet mewls and moans. “T-taehyungie~” you whimpered.

“ I love this...pussy...you like it when I say that? “ he finally spoke, meeting your eyes. “Y/N.” he grunted, driving his tongue deeper into your core. He suckled at your clit, coaxing the sweetest sounds from you. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to fuck you.

In the span of ten seconds, you were taken from the wall, thrown on the bed, already having witnessed Taehyung removed his belt and yanked down his pants to his knees.

“ I really wanna fuck the innocence out of your eyes, cutie. “ he gleamed. “You want to get some noise out of me?” he slowly slid himself into you. “Then you gotta make some yourself.”

A small, high pitched gasp escaped you as you tightened around his shaft. “Taehyung.” you whimpered. You felt his nails dig into your hips.

“SHIT!” he growled out loud. “Y/N, FUCK! I was wrong.” he managed to get out. “Fuck I still care about you.” he moaned. “Shit I want you to be mine.” he thrust into you even more. Sweaty skin slapping against skin. “God.” he whimpered. “Y/N!!”

There it was, what you wanted to hear. He crashed his mouth messily over yours again. He practically shoved his tongue through the gap in your mouth.

“ Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.” he shuddered, twitching inside of you. “You’re mine.” he thrust harder and deeper. “Only..mine~”

A string of loud curses and moans strung out from the both of you. He pinned your arms above your head, refusing to leave you.

You tilted your head back in pleasure. As he came, he laid sloppy kisses along your neck. You could hear his breathy laughs as he kissed your lips again.

“All...mine.”

...(next day tic tic tic)

“Why hello there, Party animal.” Nana joined your side. “Didn’t see you all night! Did you leave?”

“Nope. I was...with someone.” you trailed off. You wouldn’t admit you were with Taehyung until he did first.

“Hey Y/N, you disappeared yesterday.” that same guy you were talking too before joined both you and Nana.

“She was with me.”

You and Nana both looked up, Taehyung took a seat and through an arm around you. “Hey babe.” he kissed your forehead.

“Oh...I didn’t know you two were dating.”

“We just went public.” he glared in reply. Nana looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You probably heard us in one of the bedrooms.”

Just as quickly as you calmed down, you were freaking out.

“Wait, that was you guys I heard?” Nana raised an eyebrow at you both. “Y/N?”

“Uh...You know what? Yeah.” you confessed. “No use in lying.”

“Damn Y/N, you didn’t tell me you were with-”

“Well I had to reassure her just where we stood in our relationship.” Taehyung cut the guy off. “I’m sure we’ve established just who Y/N belongs to...”

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