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cityboyzusa · 3 months
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florence-nomachine · 4 months
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I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about Stu/Ghostface coming face to face with a horror fanatic female!reader character and she finds his whole Ghostface thing incredibly sexy ^^’
'Some Kind of Groupie' - Ghostface x Reader
A/N: YAY MY FIRST GHOSTFACE / Scream ASK! TYSM Anon, I’m going to be updating my header to say who I write for, but take this as a sign to ask for Scream related content :) 
I didn’t specify which Ghostface, so fill in the blanks…(Outside of one line, they’re silent in this anyway, which I think is hot) Also, Reader is implied to be a little unhinged but we love her. Enjoy!
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Ghosts. Killers. Blood. Guts. 
Gore. 
You loved it. All of it.
Which was why you were sat calmly on your bed, a devilish look in your eye and a smirk on your face as you stared up at the figure in front of you. Sheathed in black with an unmistakable white mask and contorted features was the Ghostface, the fiend’s signature knife pointed out at you and aimed towards your exposed neck.
Others would tremble and beg for their life, but not you.
“I’ve heard all about you…” you said seductively. “You’re the killer who’s sweeping our town. You’ve killed a lot of people…”
The figure cocked their head. 
“I don’t blame you…” you said, playing with the strap of your nightie, your movements inviting by dragging the fabric down your bare skin. “…They probably deserved it,” 
The figure was likely going to kill you; but the sheer thought of being choked under their strong grip or motion of gloved hands smearing bloody remnants across your eager lips as you were ravished to death was enough to send a tingle down your spine and a heat straight to your pussy.
The masked individual was now looming over you, and you instinctively stopped touching your clothes. Using the blade of its knife, it hooked under the strip of fabric, slowly beginning to continue pulling it down for you, the tip of the blade grazing your skin ever so slightly.
Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. You wondered how long you’d been stalked; if they’d seen you fiddle with knives (for just a bit too long) when you were out at dinner with your friends, or how you were lined up front and centre at every new Craven or Carpenter release. Better yet, if they’d seen the way you’d touch yourself when you popped in a horror movie into the VCR, shoving your vibrator deeper into your pussy as the killer chased down the buxom blonde, her clothes ripping off in her panicked flurry. There was always something about how the victim would be cornered, and the killer; either an endearing psychopath or a deformed sleaze, would grab and pull at the body, walking that oh-so fine line between arousal and murder.
Nothing but your panties remained. The material didn’t last long around your legs, as the killer ran its gloved fingers up your thighs, stopping as it reached in between, rubbing the outside of your lips through the fabric. Its movements were greedy yet controlled, the leather creating a pleasurable pressure on your desperate cunt as the other hand ripped the sides of your underwear. You gasped at the sudden friction of pure leather on your bare skin, gasping as the figure motioned their fingers in circles around your clit, occasionally slipping into your folds.
There was no way you didn’t look like a complete slut. 
Ghostface’s movements began to increase, yet you noticed that the grip it had on its knife remained. It only made you hotter.
“Fuck,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna —”
Tsk.Tsk. So soon. What was the point in coming here if it wasn’t to take what was wanted?
The figure withdrew their hands, and your own instinctively went between your legs, hoping to finish yourself off with your fingers - an attempt that utterly failed as the knife blocked your path, the blade once again coming into dangerously close contact with your fingertips. In a swift motion and brutal display of strength, Ghostface grabbed your thighs and pulled your torso towards the edge of your bed, legs dangling off the edge to either side of the figure. Large hands spread your legs apart before releasing its cock, wasting no time in lining it up with your entrance. One hand remained firm on your hips whilst the other snaked up your body, making sure to grope your breasts before planting its grip around your neck.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” 
That was all you heard before you were thrust into, pussy stretched apart as the figure drew its hips in and out of you. Your bed creaked as your mouth remained agape, wanting to make a noise also but finding it to be utterly impossible to do so as the masked figure squeezed at your throat, hips slapping against your own. Its robes flapped around with every movement, tickling your bare skin as the threads of the fabric danced along your thighs, the gentle indirect activity a contrast to the bruising grip on your hips as the killer focused on pounding you.
No inch of you was left unexplored, reaching the point of overstimulation as the leather friction returned to your cunt, rubbing your clit as its cock continued to thrust into you, your juices beginning to leak down its throbbing vein. Ghostface thrusted deeper into you, large hands squeezing tighter at your neck to the point you may have passed out completely if it weren’t for the fact that you’d decided to lock your legs around its waist, drawing him deeper.
You wanted a killer’s hot cum; each and every drop. How funny would it be if you got knocked up? Not only because the father was an enigmatic, psychopathic murderer, but because you didn’t know who it was. It could’ve been anyone; perhaps the blonde or brunette you’d seen by the fountain, or the Tarantino fan in your friends’ film class, or the local music video director…Even an Econ student.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you reached orgasm, a Pandora’s Box of possibilities swirling around your head. The sensation was unimaginable, and you momentarily saw white as you came, juice gushing all over the masked figure’s cock as you stared around your room in a daze, smiling at all the horror-related posters on the wall. 
Fiction had become reality.
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astromaxi · 1 month
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kylar is so gross </3 (18+)
Heavy pants and small gasps echo in the dark, old bedroom. The creepy orphanage is slowly coming to the end of the day, and the owner of the room, he is releasing his desires is gone. On the worn bed, he hugs the pillow closer to his head. It muffles the whines he lets out as a pair of his beloved panties are wrapped tightly around his throbbing pink cock. He ruts against the comfort with such force it makes the bed groan in pain. "oh.. pl-please please." his eyes are glued shut as his fantasies get the best of him. He imagines them on their knees in front of him, worshipping his cock, another of him shoving his cock in his love-breeding them for all their worth. More fantasy of his love begging- pleading with him to fill them up with his milky cum. His hips grow more fanatic as he reaches his breaking point, he breaths in the scent of his beloved's shampoo, as it only fills his need to cum. This is so gross all of it, sneaking into his obsessions room to jerk off in their bed with their underwear. but Kylar can't help it, it's their fault after all. They shouldn't have helped him back then
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a/n: this is proofread at all, I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes.
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mellowswriting · 11 months
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Can I request jealous/possessive Din 🥺 and maybe some smut that ends with gooood aftercare?? (absolutely love your acct btw!)
all mine
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pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader
word count || 2.5k
summary || After a successful bounty hunt, Din feels the need to remind you just who you belong to.
content || no use of Y/N, SMUT, fingering, manhandling, rough sex, possessive!Din, unprotected sex, two idiots in loooooove, very fluffy and lovey ending
a/n || me, writing another weirdly poetic smut fic? entirely unsurprising. thank you for the request, anon!
Din Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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You really should have known. The moment you mentioned using yourself as a lure to draw the mark away from his guards, you could feel the heat of Din’s gaze burning into you. You knew he wouldn’t like it. The potential danger alone was enough to have him flat-out rejecting the idea altogether but after days of no progress, everyone knew it was the only viable plan. It took less than an hour for your allure to coax the man away from his protective guard. It was worth it, even if you had to deal with the disgusting feeling of his hand at the small of your back for a few moments. 
The relief of finally securing the bounty was short-lived. Din’s tension was unmistakable. The leather of his gloves squeaked with every clench of his fists. He constantly wedged his body closer to yours the moment anyone grew close. His presence was omnipresent, a constant looming over your shoulder. You brushed it off as the stress of a long mission or the adrenaline-driven instinct to keep you safe. 
It isn’t until you’re pinned against the soft mattress by Din’s unbreakable strength that you realize you might have misread the situation. The tension finally snapped the moment he got you alone. The blunt edge of his teeth sinks into your neck and forces a broken sound out of your chest, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers dig harder into your hips to fight off your squirming.
“Fuck, Din.” You tug him back by his hair and the sight he makes sends a thrill of lust arcing through your belly. Those pretty brown eyes are bright with a near fanatical need. His lips are slick and a little swollen from the rough kisses. Every breath leaves him in a jagged rush as if the simple act of holding himself back has left him breathless. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Din forces a deep breath into his lungs, his nostrils flaring as he grapples with his self-control. His voice is low and tinged with danger as he murmurs, “He put his fucking hands on you.”
The statement is so simple for something that rocks through you so hard. Pure possessiveness curls through the deep tenor of his voice. It doesn’t matter that neither of you has slept much in the last few days or that both of your bodies are tense and sore. That tone is enough to have a new surge of energy rushing through your veins. You can’t help the teasing grin that forms on your face. 
“Oh… are you jealous, Din?” Your voice lilts playfully - and Din is having none of it.
“Can’t be jealous if you’re already mine, can I?” He bites out harshly. The sudden loss of his weight pinning you to the bed has you huffing in disappointment, but he doesn’t give you long to be upset. Both of his hands grip the neckline of your tanktop and before you can utter a warning, the fabric shreds like paper in his hands. Your shorts and underwear are the next victims to be ripped from your body. 
Din wastes no time in shoving himself between your thighs, forcing them to spread wide. The sudden exposure forces a whine from your throat, all vulnerable and needy, but he doesn’t falter. His gaze darkens, a low sound rumbling in his chest at the sight of your cunt, already slick and flushed from his rough handling. 
“That’s all it takes, huh?” Din murmurs. The harsh smack of his palm against your ass catches you off guard and you moan a broken little sound that only encourages him. He grins wildly. “Get a little rough and this pretty pussy just begs for attention…” 
You arch your hips and grind your ass back against him, shivering at the press of his hard cock against your ass. He’s still completely clothed, dressed in his flight pants and soft undershirt. The stark difference of your completely bare body beneath his clothed one only pushes you deeper into that sweet, hazy headspace - and he knows it. He watches with rapt attention as the fabric of his flight pants darkens with your slick, the muscle in his jaw ticking with every clench of his teeth. 
The temptation is too much for him to resist. His fingertips glide along the seam of your sex to find your clit with practiced ease. There’s no hesitation, no slow progression of gentle pressure to ease you into his touch. Two thick fingers sink into you without warning, the sudden stretch forcing a choked sound from your chest. Your thighs jerk against his hold, trying - and failing - to close around his hand. Din just tuts and shakes his head, almost mocking as he chastises you.
“None of that. I know what this needy cunt wants.” Those talented fingers curl upward against that sweet spot over and over until you instinctively squirm away from his touch. He doesn’t let you get far. The grip on your thigh tightens just as his thumb presses firmly against your clit and the pulse of pleasure that rocks through your core is molten and piercing and devastating. 
A low groan rips through his chest at the sight you make and your skin flushes under his attention, his urgent touch. Every inch of your body has been committed to his memory, so thoroughly that he doesn’t even have to watch his movements to have you falling apart beneath him. But he watches anyway, too entranced to tear his eyes away. 
Din grinds his cock against your soft thigh, too taken with the sight of you falling apart to stop himself. Every little whimper he drags out of you only makes him rut into you harder. There’s an intensity that simmers in his eyes as he looks at you, as if he would burn the entire universe down just to keep you here with him. Possessive and dark and all-encompassing. 
“Come on, let go. Be loud for me, sweet girl.” Din murmurs, the low rumble of his voice alight with indulgence. That unshakable restraint of his is splintering right before your eyes. He wants more. His palm presses down on your lower belly just as he curls his fingers and you cry out, a sharp and indecent sound that sends a shudder through Din’s body. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Every little sound, every quiver, every fucking drop… it’s all mine. You are all mine.”
You reach out for him before you can think better of it, your fingers gripping his wrist tightly. His eyes flash up to yours, dark and dangerous, but it isn’t enough to deter you. Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips in a nervous impulse. 
“Prove it.” 
Din snaps. 
The world spins as he manhandles your body, pushing and pulling until he has you on your knees, facedown against the mattress. Adrenaline and desire flood your body with every beat of your heart. His hands settle on both globes of your ass and spreads you apart for his greedy eyes, his fingers giving your plump flesh an appreciative squeeze. You hear the sound of him spitting before you feel it, hot and slick splattering against your cunt. 
You can’t help but envision yourself through his gaze. Bent to his will, quivering and dripping with slick and spit. Fingers twisting the fine, expensive sheets so tightly they may tear. Whining and whimpering and desperate. It’s no wonder he’s so ravenous. 
Din rips the fly of his pants open so harshly that he damn near breaks the zipper in his haste. Anticipation tightens in your belly and you barely have a moment to steady yourself before he’s pushing into you with one devastating roll of his hips. The sound that rumbles through his chest is nothing less than pure animal, entirely feral and starved for you. His hips grind impossibly deeper, even with his pelvis pressed flush against your ass. 
The rest of the world - fuck, the rest of the universe - disintegrates into nothing. Beyond your lover, the heat of his body and the pleasure he draws through your strung-out body with every movement, nothing else exists. It hurts in the best of ways. You slump deeper into the sheets, struggling to keep yourself upright as the waves of pleasure threaten to drown you. Din doesn’t even falter - he just hitches you up higher by your hips and holds you in place, pins you there beneath him at the perfect angle. The way you melt for him is the only sign he needs. His pace grows harsher, fast and jarring until the headboard cracks into the wall with every sharp thrust he delivers into your body. 
“Who do you belong to, huh?” Din growls.
You choke out a weak, “You!” 
“Hm? I didn’t catch that.” His arm wraps around your neck and tugs you up onto your knees, his pace never faltering. Even like this, his head clouded with possessiveness and lust, he’s careful not to block your breathing. His bicep flexes against your neck and the pure strength he contains sends a rush through you. “Speak up. Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“You!” You cry out, your nails digging into his wrist as you cling to him. The sudden change in angle has every thrust pressing against that sweet spot that makes you tremble uncontrollably. “Fuck, I belong to you! I’m yours, I’m all yours. Please just… fuck, please!”
Your voice fizzles out into something soft and sweet, so breathy and fucked out that you can’t even finish your plea - but it’s okay. Din knows. He knows what you want, what you need. The desperate tone seems to break something in him. He presses his cheek to the side of your head, molding your bodies together seamlessly. The brush of his clothes against your flushed skin makes you shiver. 
“Good girl…” Din murmurs in that soft, lovestruck voice that makes you melt.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got my girl. My perfect, beautiful girl.” 
His hand abandons your hip to snake down your belly. The moment his fingertips glide over your clit, you jerk in his arms as if he’s shocked you. Din just holds you tighter, whispering praise and encouragement between his own broken moans. You swear you’ve never felt closer to him. The two of you fuse into one being, a mess of limbs and sweat and lust. You reach back and bury your hand in his hair, your fingers clutching those soft curls at the base of his skull for dear life. His sharp teeth nip at your earlobe playfully before soothing the mark with a flick of his tongue - and you can’t hold back. 
“Oh, fuck -” Your voice is choked away by the weight of your orgasm. The devastating burst of pleasure rips through you until you’re left trembling and breathless in your lover’s arms. A broken moan drips from Din’s lips, heated and wild in your ear as he buries himself as deep as your body will take him. It never fails - your end always brings about his. The quivering of your cunt, the pure ambrosia of your cries… as sure as the sun will rise, your orgasm sends Din crashing down into his own.
He barely manages to keep himself from crushing you as the two of you fall into the sheets. Every grind of his hips sends pulses of overstimulation through your overworked body. You can’t help but shiver with it as his full weight sinks into you, his cock slowly softening inside of you as the post-orgasmic haze settles over you both. 
Time slows, thick and sweet as molasses. The steady beat of his heart and his gentle exhales ghosting across the back of your neck ground you to him, to the unbearably divine reality that surrounds you. This man, the love of your life, so steadfast in his dedication to you. The pure fervor of it is enough to warm you for a thousand lifetimes. You reach back and tug at the shirt he still wears, a wordless plea that still tells him all he needs to know. 
Take it off. I want to feel you. 
Din makes quick work of his clothes. The need to feel his skin against yours is one he feels so keenly that he could never deny you. You stretch out in the silken sheets, lazy and lithe as a loth cat. You can feel his gaze on you as he strips himself bare. The fire in his eyes has eased to embers. Still scorching with heat but… sated. Content. In the low light of the room, his bare body slick with sweat and his expression so full of love, you can’t help but gravitate to him. His muscles twitch beneath your palm as your hand explores the body you know so well - over the soft hairs of his happy trail and the thick muscle of his chest, coming to rest at the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. He grasps your elbow and you meet his gaze, and the sight he makes steals the very breath from your lungs. 
Lips parted. Eyes wide. Hair mused and messy. He looks at you as if you placed the very stars in his sky. There is a devotion that hangs in the air, heavy and so sweet you nearly ache with it. Your hand slides up to the back of his neck, musing the mess of curls that lie there. He shivers at the touch and for a moment, it’s hard to believe that he is the man who just fucked you until you couldn’t think straight.
“I love you,” You whisper. 
His cheeks flush red. “I love you, too.” 
Din doesn’t resist as you pull him back into bed for a kiss. It’s simple, nearly chaste, but it still leaves him breathless and gazing at you with dazed eyes. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips before he tugs you into his lap for another and another until you’re both breathless. Warm hands explore the planes of your back, the curve of your waist, his touch as reverent as it was the very first time he felt you. Despite the exhaustion that curls through you both, he’s so hesitant to let this moment end. 
“We could always take a shower.” He suggests in a tone so conspicuously innocent that you can’t help but laugh. 
“We should rest.” You admit. The disappointment on his face is impossible to miss. He might as well pout. You brush his hair out of his face. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I have a lot of plans for tomorrow and they all include us staying right here in this bed.” 
The promise is enough for Din to let you both settle in for some much-needed sleep. Even as you doze off, lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart beneath you, Din hesitates to follow. He’s exhausted too, but he can’t stop staring at you long enough to let sleep take him. No matter how many times he has seen you curled up against him, deep in sleep, the sight never fails to enrapture him. The reminder that you’re here with him - that you love and trust him so deeply - blows him away every single time. 
“I’m gonna marry you one day, pretty girl.” He whispers into the calm night. “Gonna be a good husband and give you the life you deserve. I promise.”
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princescribbler · 11 months
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Quick Reminder For ABDLs:
You are allowed to like cuteness and cuddly things, even if you're a traditionally tough, serious, or masculine adult. Gender and sexual identity don't matter: it's OK to be an adult and an abdl and enjoy the cute and cuddly things.
There's no harm being done by you wearing diapers.. nobody is getting hurt, nobody's life is ruined, no public harm is occurring.... you're wearing absorbent underwear, and when you stop seeing it as a huge deal, you realize it... just isn't that shocking or bad!
Negative self talk is a major issue, and you can fight it by telling yourself (even just quietly in your own mind) about the things you ENJOY about this kink and dynamic! Tell yourself how cute you are in a diapee, not silly. Unless you like humiliation, in which you're a very very naughty adult baby who should be very blushy and embarrassed ;)
Public bathrooms are gross. I'm not saying that an adult using their diaper isn't, at the least, a bit unusual or maybe a strange strategy to deal with icky public bathrooms... but it's at least a nice edge case benefit from the kink!
Nobody is looking at you and waiting for diaper crinkles unless they're already aware of this kink, or you've shown them what you're up to. Seriously, I wore diapers to work for like 4+ years now, and the truth is nobody knows or cares! I don't carefully check to see what my coworkers are wearing as undies, and if they think I'm padded in diapers they'd just assume it's medical anyways, and never ask out of politeness!
Healthy cg/l relationship dynamics are complicated, but they aren't hard to put into practice. You might find the details hard to figure out, but finding a partner you can rely on and feel protected by really isn't particularly kinky... that's called a healthy relationship, whether it's kinky or not! So if you're with someone who makes this stuff impossibly hard or shameful or bad... that might not be an issue of your kink. It might be a fundamental issue in your relationship!
Stuffed animals are cozy and nice for everyone. You don't need to act weird to like stuffies, and you can even accept that if people see a house full of stuffies... they think Disney fanatic, not abdl. Or maybe they see it as cutesy, or an example of you being unique, but very very VERY few people see that kinda stuff and think "abdl". Cuz if they do.. they likely know enough about abdl to have experience, or have similar desires.
Nobody and nothing can make your needs invalid if you're acting safely, harming no one, and seeing to your needs. You need diapers? Great, go get them. Need pull ups to cope with a tough week at work? Not an issue, go for it. Need to carry a small pacifier in your Pocket to feel confident enough for a job interview? Go for it: you don't need to judge or dissect every one of your needs to be able to see them as valid and reasonable.
You're not nearly as kinky as you usually think... because fantasies aren't reality. Sure, I'm pretty kinky, but I've now been on here, on fetlife and bdsmlr enough to know... you just aren't that kinky. Unless you're cathed, caged, plugged, hypnotized, in a 24/7 total power exchange with your mommy/ daddy/ owner and their new owner who replaced you once you accepted your permanent role as house baby... I'm guessing you're fine. A lot of fantasies are just that: fantasies! So stop judging yourself as though every fantasy you imagine is one you think you need to do, ok? You're allowed to have extreme Fantasies or even scenes. Unless you're committing to more than that, though, you really don't need to be so convinced of just how extreme you are.
Disney really is that much fun. No you aren't crazy for still loving them.
Same with Pixar... except they might make you cry even more. And more often. Because damn you Pixar, you onion cutting ninjas!
When you feel bad and want to take a step back... you can! Truly it isn't an issue to step away or step back. As long as it's not like a binge/purge thing or completely panicking ... it really is OK to step away. Maybe you need a breather. Maybe you need a long break. Maybe it's just a day to recharge: that's ok! So stop judging yourself for every little change and decision!
No: having your mommy or daddy write a note to your boss ain't gonna work. Sorry, but it's been tried. "Mommy says I need to stay home and have extra cuddles" is still not recognized as a valid reason to miss work at most jobs. Sorry to break it to you!
Finally: kink and fetishes can sometimes feel isolating. That's a big part of why communities like this pop up on tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, bdsmlr, fetlife, and any other site you can imagine. Sometimes, you need to embrace these communities for your own good: it can feel so very, very nice to not feel isolated anymore. You really have no idea!! Give it a shot and you might be surprised!
I know it's not an exhaustive list, but that jumped to mind today and I felt compelled to type them out and share. If you think I'm missing key points, leave a comment or reblog and add your suggested addition!
And as always, stay happy, stay healthy, And stay kinky!!!
-Scribbler
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seethesin · 7 months
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dreams and desires
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pairing: Succubus!Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader
tags/warnings: cursing, sexual content, jealousy/possessiveness, choking/breathplay, edging, begging (mdni, 18+)
a/n: as a horror fanatic, i am doing my civic duty and participating for one (1) day in the haunted hoedown. i randomized the prompts and received the following combination:
au: vampire/supernatural
dialogue: “tell me what you want me to do and i’ll do it, no matter the cost.”
trope: cursed/fuck or die
kink: jealousy/sharing/possessive
prompt: i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it’s definitely just wild dreams, right?
let's see how ridiculous this gets :)
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It started about a week ago.
Every night you would go to bed and have the same dream. You were standing in nothingness; a complete void of darkness swallowed you. There was no sound, scent, or feeling you could latch onto to ground yourself in reality. You were alone in a perpetual state of limbo.
Until you weren't.
Like clockwork, a pair of brilliant, emerald eyes cut through the haze like a blade. They move slowly, gleaming as they float towards you. At first, they terrified you. The otherwordly vibe they possessed used to have you backing deeper into empty space. But now? You swarm to them, as they've become your only comfort in this godforsaken place.
"Welcome back, [Y/N]." the familiar, sultry rasp is deafening in the silence.
"Hi." It comes out as a pitiful whisper as finally, the irresistible owner of those eyes emerges from the darkness.
"Hi yourself," she purrs, a smirk stretching across her sharp features. Her teeth are on display. They're jagged, like a shark's.
You want her to devour you.
She always acts first. Her hands are on you, slotted on your hips as she buries your body into hers. Hot, wet lips are dragged down your neck as her teeth mark the base of your throat. You forget how to breathe and instead, hug your arms over her shoulders. A hand snakes into her hair, your firm grip keeping her stationary.
Her chuckle makes your clit throb.
She must know that too because one of her hands withdraws from your hip, only to slip underneath the front of your pants. Her finger pads brush against your clothed cunt and you keen. You're rutting against her hand, stealing as much friction as you can get away with.
Thankfully, she lets you do what you please. In fact, she is all too happy to slide underneath your underwear and plunge two fingers into your weeping pussy. You stumble forward from the sudden intrusion, allowing her to support your body weight as her fingers piston in and out. You feel the heel of her hand grazing your clit and your head jerks back, breath sputtering. You're close.
She drags the flat of her tongue up the column of your neck before nipping at your earlobe. Her lips part and her breath fans against your cheek. Her tongue darts around the shell of your ear; you wish it was on your cunt instead.
"You'll get that tomorrow, honey."
And that's exactly when you wake up: painfully edged, completely horny, and with the sinking feeling of someone sitting on your chest. Every morning presents new bruises and marks for you to find on your body. It's getting harder to cover them up. This isn't normal.
None of this is normal.
But the mystery woman haunting your dreams—she said her name was Shane at some point—was too alluring to ignore. You didn't understand where the amalgamation of her came from; there was no one you knew or knew of that resembled her. Was she some random figment of your subconscious?
No, she felt too real for that.
Maybe you just needed to get laid. In the real world.
And that is exactly what you decide to do tonight. Dressed up in your best outfit and with your friends on speed dial, you go out clubbing. Dancing, drinking, and debauchery ensue, and in the early morning hours, you're saying your goodbyes and bringing a girl back home with you. You don't remember anything about her, but hopefully, she'll help you forget.
You like how she eats pussy. It's slow, deliberate, and patient. Writhing in bed, your thighs clench around the stranger's head as she kitten licks from your slit to your clit. Her hands knead your breasts and a moan bubbles from your throat.
"Sha—" You catch yourself. "Shit."
"This okay?" the girl garbles and you pull your knees in, pushing her face deeper into your pussy. She gets the hint and picks up the pace, twisting your nipples so that you arch off the bed. An electric current ripples through you as you cum in her mouth, panting heavily. It was good, but the rogue thought of Shane doing better runs rampant in your mind.
The girl doesn't stay the night; it's almost as if she knows her role in your fucked up experiment. Once she finally cums, the both of you dress and you walk her out. You close and lock the front door before exhaling a long, heavy sigh. The sex was good, but she wasn't Shane. You were nauseated with yourself, desperately trying to think about anything else but her as you shower. This was sick. Real or not, Shane had you in a chokehold.
You needed sleep—real sleep.
You step out of the shower, dry yourself off, and wrap the towel around yourself. Turning off the lights, you exit the bathroom before stepping into your bedroom.
"Who the fuck was that [Y/N]?"
You knew that voice.
Seated at the foot of your bed was the woman you'd seen in your dreams for the past week. Shane. Except, she didn't look like she usually did.
Far from it.
Ram horns protruded from her head and curled around her pointed ears. Fleshy, batlike wings were tucked into her back, and—what the fuck—was that... a tail swishing behind her? None of these features were visible in your dreams... besides those teeth. You must have been too busy fucking yourself on her fingers to notice.
You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish as you try to form something coherent.
The chance to is lost. Shoving you into the wall, Shane's fingers are squeezing your throat, and her other hand pins your wrists up. Your towel drops and her tail slips around you, gathering your wrists together to free up her other hand. You don't know if the wetness between your thighs is from your shower or arousal.
"Who is she?" she seethes and you are so overstimulated that you can't even comprehend the question being asked. All you can manage is:
"You're real?"
Wrong answer. Her grip tightens and you choke. The corners of your vision begin to darken. Shane bares her teeth in a grimace and the fact that her fangs are a comfort to you is appalling. You clench your thighs together.
"Of course I'm real," she hisses. Her intense gaze drops from your face to your groin, watching your thighs shuffle. Suddenly, her chokehold loosens and you greedily suck in a much-needed breath. It soon turns into a strangled moan as her free hand shoves at your thighs and cups your cunt. Two fingers slide easily through your velvety folds before she looks back up at you.
"You didn't answer my question."
Shane uses her knuckles to pinch your clit and your hips cant forward. This was real; she was real.
"I don't remember her name," you stammer, writhing against the wall as she stares at you. At this point, you don't even remember what she looked like. Shane pauses for a moment as if she's deliberating with herself. She then nods her head, releasing the oversensitive nub before wiping your slick against your thigh. Something possesses you to speak again.
"Shane, are you jealous?" There's a smile in your voice, even when you're the one pinned between her and the wall. Her gaze snaps back up at you and she scowls. Your eyes are gleaming with the realization and you can't stop your dopey grin.
"You are so jealous."
"And you like being manhandled," she quips, causing you to clam up and flush. The pressure on your neck returns and you wheeze, shuddering against the wall. Shane watches you intently, a permanent smirk growing across her face.
"Sue me," you rasp, eliciting a genuine laugh from Shane.
Suddenly, her hand releases your throat. As you cough, you feel both of her hands now on the backs of your thighs, pushing you farther up the wall. Your pussy is at Shane's eye level and she examines your swollen lips intently.
"No human has satisfied me like you have."
You observe her as she dissociates into your cunt, noting the way her fingers bury into the corners of your inner thighs. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, slipping through the top row of her spiky teeth. Shane knows you're watching her and her green gaze flickers back to your face. Her tail slithers up your back.
"But," you begin, furrowing your brows. "You've never let me—"
"I feed off your sexual energy," she states mundanely, as if the two of you were discussing the weather. The tip of her tail slides over your shoulder and begins to wrap itself around your neck. Shane's legs shift and the tail squeezes gently around your throat. You twitch, swallowing a moan. She turns back to watch your pussy as it involuntarily contracts.
"Your pleasure is my sustenance." Shane's face sinks further between your legs as her tail is taut around your neck. "Even if I don't make you cum."
The thought of this encounter playing exactly as your dreams do elicits a frustrated but garbled growl from your lips. Your fingers are threaded in the brunette's hair, death grip tight. It served as a warning with the limited power you had in this situation; Shane was going to finish what she started.
"I like edging you, [Y/N]," she whispers, her teeth gliding across the soft skin of your thigh. "It reminds you how much you still need me."
She snickers at your impatience.
Just like now, the sentence dies on her tongue and reverberates throughout your head. Her mouth envelops your cunt and you gasp, arching into the wall. Shane is everywhere all at once. Her tongue slips through your folds, flicks your clit, and burrows itself inside of you. Her thumbs pull back your labia for better access and you buck your hips as far forward as you can. You yank Shane's head forward and her tail squeezes your neck. Your exhale comes out as a croak and you blink back tears.
"Shane," you warn hoarsely, canting forward desperately. You weren't going to last much longer at this rate.
So she completely recedes. Her lips pull away, but you can feel her breath dissipate on your pussy. The grip on your neck completely loosens; her tail is now draped across your shoulders. Gulping in a ragged breath, you groan.
"Shane!"
She doesn't react.
"Shane, please." You can't believe yourself. You were going to beg a literal demon to make you cum. If you weren't so hyperfocused on your own pleasure, you would have cackled at the absurdity.
But the begging does something to Shane. Her ears twitch and she perks up, staring at you through her lashes.
"Please what?" she simpers, watching you squirm. She bites the flesh of your pubic bone and you yelp. "Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, no matter the cost."
Your mouth goes dry.
"Please," you begin again, chest heaving. "Please don't stop; Shane, I'm so close."
"Yeah? You want to cum for me?" You nod frantically, shifting your legs as her tongue drags across the bruise already forming.
"Yes, for you." A primal switch flips inside Shane and she halts entirely. Her fingers grope your thighs and she allows you to vice her head back between them.
Only for you.
It's exactly what Shane needs to hear before devouring you entirely.
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roadkillremi · 7 months
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Ask - "Okay, can you do Ghostface!Randy, NSFW, and quote "I have to admit. I'm very... Possessive" please? I Don’t know if you’re still taking requests for these."
"I have to admit. I'm very... Possessive."
GhostFace!Randy X F!Reader
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MasterList 300 Event
Summary : You called over your best friend, Randy after you received a terrifying phone call. But something else happens...
Warnings : MINORS DNI, mentions of stalking, knife play, slight choking, p in v, unprotected, language, mentions of fingering, mentions of masterbation, mentions killing, possessiveness.
You sighed while plopping your bag on the bed. It was a long day of work and school and you were too stressed to think. You shuffled to the bathroom to splash some warm water in your face. You looked up at your reflection studying your tired face.
"God I need a shower." You mumbled. You quickly decided to take a quick shower hoping it'd help your aching body. You let the warm water swallow you and refresh yourself.
You wrapped yourself in a fluffy blue towel walking back to your room. You walked towards the window looking outside for a second. You lifted your hand to the string about to close the blinds.
The phone rang making you jump a bit. You walked to your desk picking up the receiver.
"Hello?" You leaned your head down holding the phone on your shoulder.
"Hello.." a deep voice spoke. You reached for a pair of underwear in your drawer. You puzzled over his voice thinking if it was someone you know.
"How can I help you?" You asked as you slid your underwear on. The towel fell to the floor showing your bare back to the window.
"I'm just.. lonely.." the voice cooed. You rolled your eyes, "Well I'm not interested. So please call someone else.". You slammed the phone down on its stand. You walked back over to your dresser putting a baggy T-Shirt on.
The phone rang again, you rolled your eyes picking it up.
"Hello?-" you snapped.
"What's your favorite scary movie?" It was the same voice from last time. You huffed, "You know you really need to stop calling me.".
"Why is that?"
You went silent thinking of an excuse. You repositioned yourself to look out the window.
"I have a boyfriend." You announced. A small chuckle came from the phone. You stiffened before walking towards the window.
"Who is he?.." the voice whispered. You bit your lip, "Randy Meeks.". Your stomach twisted telling a lie like that. It went silent, "That Geek?".
"He's not a total Geek! Hes a movie fanatic. " you corrected. You shut your blinds and went to sit on your bed. You crossed your legs looking towards the now covered window.
"Yeah.. sure.. then why do I never see you hold his hand, or kiss him, couple shit." The voiced pryed. You swallowed trying to not crack your voice, "So you're watching me?".
"Maybe."
"Are you watching me now?" You whispered. It went silent again, "I was... saw your pretty purple underwear. Until you shut the blinds.". Your heart raced, "Listen shithead. I'll call the police and they'll be here in ten minutes and I'll take those odds.". A laugh interrupted from the other side.
"Think you could survive that long... Y/N?" He hung up. You panicked running to the kitchen to grab a knife. Your eyes scan the doors making sure they're locked. You quietly dialed Randy's phone number and squatted down near the counters.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Ghostface called me! He's been stalking me... do you think you can come over?" You whispered into the phone.
"Oh shit. Yeah I can! I'll be there in a couple minutes.". You held the phone close to your ear shaking a bit.
"Please hurry." You added.
"I'll try." He hung up leaving you alone. You shivered due to the cold kitchen tile. You took deep breaths trying to calm your heart beat.
Clink
The front door knob turned, your eyes widen.
"It's locked.." you whispered to yourself. The doorknob started rattling aggressively, you hid behind the kitchen island. You held the knife tightly, the door opened. There's no way it could've opened.. it was locked.
You heard loud steps walking around the living room. Stared at the window trying to see if there was a reflection. His footsteps thumped through the house. You tried to prepare yourself to run or to stab him.
Thump Thump Thump
His reflection was in the window, he stood there scanning the small kitchen. As he started to walk towards your hiding spot your circled the island. You waited to hear his next move, there was shuffling. You heard soft beeping and then a dial.
The phone. You looked down at the house phone in your other hand. It rang you quickly hung up looking to the side to see him looking down at you. You quickly scrambled to your feet running to your room. Your heart pounded against your chest, you slammed the bedroom door in his face. You locked the door behind you and started to open the window. The door knob stopped jiggling, you looked over at the door.
"don't open the door.. when you think they're gone they're not." You whispered. Randy told you this when the murders started happening. He claimed he wanted you to be prepared in case anything happened.
"Hello?! Y/N?!" A voice echoed through the house. You slowly unlocked the door, "Randy?!" You called back.
"Yeah.." he walked to the hallway. You opened the door in relief, you put your arm to your side letting the knife fall. Randy ran over to you cupping your cheek.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" He checked your arms for cuts. His face went red and he smirked.
"You're uh.. I can see your underwear.." he looked away. Your eyes widen and face filled with embarrassment. You looked down at your exposed legs, you went back into your room putting sweatpants on.
"Sorry." You awkwardly smiled. He sat down on your bed looking over at you. You sighed sitting down beside him. You rested your head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I called you. You're just the only person I can trust right now." You wrapped your arm around his. He smiled down at you, "Well I'm glad...". He got up and grabbed the knife from the ground and placed it on your desk. You watched him, "Randy.. do you think you can stay the night?". He glanced over at you, his face was light pink.
"what about your parents?" He questioned. You walked over to him and gently touched his arm.
"My dad left on some business trip with my mom." You rolled your eyes. Randy looked down at your desk, "Sure..". You smiled, you have to admit the more you hung out with Randy. The more you liked him. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck.
"If you want we can sleep in my bed.." you flirted. His face went blank, his arms shifted a bit. He then nodded, "Sure.. I'd like that.". You slid your hands to his shoulder.
"Thanks... really I didn't know who to call.." you walked over to your TV. You looked through your VHS tapes, "It was so weird... the door was locked and only I have the key.." you slowed down. You focused on the VHS tape on your hand.
"and... you when my parents left.." you whispered. A laugh formed from the other side of the room. You felt the blade of a knife against your neck.
"Took you long enough... I mean you're a smart girl but.. so stupid!" Randy laughed. You glanced over at him, he smiled widely. You backed up, "What are you doing?".
"Uh. Killing people who wrong me." Randy slung the knife around. You shook your head, "Randy...".
"I'm not gonna kill you. I just had to get you to trust me.. to need me.." he put his arm to his side. You backed up into the wall, "Why?..".
"Why?!! Because before you didn't even give two shits about me!" He yelled. You moved to the side trying to get far from him.
"So you killed Stu..."
"because he wasn't good enough for you! And you were wrapped around his finger.." he fussed. He shook his head in disappointment, "He was sleeping with other girls too.".
"I wasn't dating him!" You shouted back. He scoffed, "Oh really? You just went on dates with him and let him finger you.".
"Excuse me?!" You gritted your teeth together. You laughed a bit feeling a burning feeling in your chest.
"he never fingered me! I'm a virgin, Randy!" You yelled. Randy stared back at you, he took a slow step forward.
"He.. didn't?"
"No! You fucking idiot!" You shouted. You tried to run to the door by going over your bed. Randy quickly slid in front of you holding the knife closer to your face.
"Please don't..." you backed up, the back of your legs hit the bed. He sighed, "I'm not going to hurt you. Well.. unless you want that " he smiled playfully. You glared at him, "I like you, Randy but why did you have to do this?!".
"... motives are too boring now. Let's just say love made me crazy" he raised his eyebrows. You shook your head, "Listen, just agree to be with me.." he added.
Your chest raised and fell quickly, "Randy.. I would've dated you without all this nonsense.". He stepped closer putting the knife gently in your chest.
"Fine. I'll be with you!" You fussed. He smiled and gently kissed you. He forced his lips againist yours.
"I have to admit. I'm very... possessive." He smiled. You moved his wrist away from you moving the knife. He looked down at you, "Why are you fighting this? I thought you'd appreciate it...".
"you scared me..." you trembled. He leaned forward, "I'm sorry. What can I do to make you feel better?". You had to admit something about Randy kinda turned you on. You panicked not knowing what to say or do.
"Any.. anything you want.." you shakily smiled. He tilted his head, "That's too much power. Have not seen movies? God, you're stupider than I thought!". You whined feeling hopeless and pathetic. He gently pushed you down and climbed on top of you.
"Randy..." you whispered. He hummed admiring you, "Yes?". You took a slow heavy breath.
He dragged his knife down your chest. You winced, "Oh really? Sounds like you're just as much of a pervert as I am.". You cringed slightly, "oh don't act like you didn't leave your blinds open on purpose.".
"Why weren't you like this before? If you'd pin me to my bed weeks ago I'd let you fuck me for hours." You teased. Randy's eyes widen in shock, "Wha..what?". You rolled your eyes, "You are so pathetic! You thought a mask and cloak would turn me on? Let me tell you, you reaching for the top shelf at work. Where your shirt lifts up revealing your hips.. that turns me on.".
He leaned down to give you a small kiss. He leaned back up to observe your face. You grabbed the collar of his shirt yanking him back down. He softly groaned pressing himself against you. He devoured your lips pressing his tongue into you mouth. His knife slid down your pants cutting the seams of the crouch. His fingers fought his way in and rubbed through the fabric of your underwear.
"Mm, you're so wet for me..." he whispered. You closed your legs, he squeezed your thigh with his other hand.
"Oh so you're not enjoying this?" He muttered sitting up. You looked away, "What is it? What do I have to do to have you?!!".
"Well you didn't have to kill!" You shouted. He put his hand over your throat, "Then what?".
"I already wanted you! You and your stupid nerdy commentary. God I've masturbated to the thought of you inside me!" You sat up. His eyes went round, he proceeded to strip you down.
"You're so oblivious. Tell me, how was it stalking me, hm?" You lifted your legs up slightly as he pulled your pants down. He gripped the sides of your underwear, "So amazing. I love marveling over your body.". He started kissing your legs before pulling your underwear down.
" so gorgeous...I'll be so much better than he ever was. I'd only worship you." He rasped between kisses. He gently nibbled on your upper thigh, you ran your hand through his hair. His bright blue eyes studied your face. His lips parted slightly, he stood back up looking down at his pants. His hands shook as he undid his belt and pants. You sat up on your knees leaning forward to kiss him.
He kissed back as he shoved his boxers down. His member sprung forward hitting his bellybutton. The tip was pink and ached for your touch. You stroked his length softly feeling him tremble beneath your touch.
"I've been waiting for this for so long..." he confessed. You smiled at him, "Tell me how your fantasy went...". He swallowed and bucked his hips into your hand.
"I'd put my knife to your throat.. as you beg me to keep you..want you to be mine." He whined thrusting into your hand. You admire his soft moans as he tries to pleasure himself.
"Do it." You demanded. He slowed down his movements, he nodded frantically. He shoved you back down and surged the knife towards your neck. He smiled before penetrating your core. He's head hung back as he softly groaned.
"So... tight" he murmured. You squirmed a bit trying to adjust to him. You felt this throbbing pleasure making you whine. He pushed the knife upward beneath your chin. You tilted your head up towards him.
"I could kill you, y'know?" He teased. You whimpered, he smirked and started jerking his hips forward. He grunted, "Want me to kill you?".
"No.." you rasped. He pushed the blade closer, "Why not?".
"I wanna be with you... I need you" you begged. He smiled, "Say it again.".
"I need you.." you moaned out. He made an animalistic noise as he lunged down towards you. His lips traced your jaw line before leaving soft hickeys on your neck.
"Say you're mine." He barked.
"I'm yours.." you breathed. The blade traveling down your torso. His thumb crazed your clit, you moaned yearning for more. He placed his forehead against yours, his breathing was ragged and uncontrolled.
"All yours.." you hummed. He gave a lopsided grin as a response. He left sloppy open mouth kisses all over your jaw and lips.
"I'm gonna come inside you" he whispered. Your legs trembled at the thought of his seed. You whimpered as you felt his release ooze inside you.
"All mine." He chirped. You laid there overstimulated and restless. He slowly parted himself from you before laying you properly in bed.
"What if you get caught?" You croaked. He peered over at you, "I framed Billy. Since he has major mommy issues." He gave you a crooked smile.
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buckyalpine · 2 years
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Safe part 1
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18+ minors dni 
Bucky x f reader 
I loved this request, it started getting long so I’m going to split this into more than 1 part. This is going to start off angsty because I wanted to dedicate a proper chapter for the smut, I promise its coming! 
Warnings: Angst (some violence), fluff!!! eventual smut, stay tuned 
Word count: 4.5k (see why I had to break this up, shit was going to be as long as the hunger games) 
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“Are you sure you want to do this, they’re dangerous Buck, we don’t have any information on them aside from how many people they’ve killed, the numbers are probably higher”
Steve watched Bucky pace around the room, hesitant to let his best friend join. The mission required whole team; to infiltrate and destroy a Hydra base that was presumed inactive. Hydra had a new assassin, far deadlier than the others. They didn’t use strength; they moved in silence like a ghost, hitting their targets in one shot and then disappearing.
Tony huffed in frustration over the limited information they were given from Fury. After months of tracking, they only had the coordinates of where the base was located, but even that was a long shot.
“I know Hydra better than anyone” Bucky shook his head, understanding the team’s worries about letting him join but he wasn’t going to let the chance go by. People already suffered at the hands of the Winter Soldier, he wouldn’t let that happen again. “Their words don’t work on me anymore, I’ll be fine”
“We don’t know what we’re up against” Tony swallowed thickly; it was rare they went in with such limited information, but they were under pressure, whoever hydra had sent out was moving quickly and world leaders would be their next target.
“I’m going”
*****
On the surface, the base was nothing but an abandoned building. Everything was underground, running in mazes, with guards in every hall. Bucky didn’t hold back, swiftly snapping necks, with just one goal in mind. To end whatever Hydra had started. Bucky left a trail of bodies as he made his way down the hall towards the doors of the lab. A single hydra agent stood, wiping fresh blood off his hands.
“Welcome soldat, we were waiting for your return” The man sneered, “желание-”
“Where are they” Bucky growled, his metal hand wrapping around the man’s neck, dangling him in the air. He gave Bucky a sickly grin while gasping for air.
“Ah, s-so you’ve heard. Our beautiful new assassin. Th-they are unst-stopable” His hands clawed at Bucky’s arm as he continued to cough. Bucky didn’t come in with the intentions of negotiating an answer, continuing to crush his neck in his hand. The man gasped the last bit of air before collapsing to the floor. “H-hail Hydra”
Bucky walked over his body, towards the locked restricted doors at the back of the lab. He managed to kick through the door, entering the dark hall way with cyro chambers and cells. He made his way down, each cell empty except for the last one.
Asset 0553- Female
Trained sniper, unenhanced
Serum – X
 You were curled up in a corner of your cell, your hands and feet chained to the wall. Your body had similar burns to what he had when they used to wipe his mind. You trembled with your head tucked between your knees, shivering in nothing but your underwear, fresh gashes on the sides of your torso.
You had just been punished.
Bucky stepped back for a moment, his mind spinning. The team had been sent with the intention to kill you; unsure of what they was up against, expecting another Hydra fanatic desperate to continue the legacy. You had been taken to be used as an asset; you didn’t ask to be here. You had been tortured and trained just like him. He couldn’t hurt you.
*****
You squeezed your eyes shut the moment you hear the doors burst open, retreating to the corner of your cell. You could hear the footsteps approaching you but they were different from your handler. You didn’t dare look up, shielding yourself as best as you could with your arms wrapped around your body. You freeze when pair of hands gently touches you, one warm, the other cold. They pry open the shackles locked around your ankles. Was it him? You had heard of such a man before. The man with the metal arm. The Winter Soldier, Hydra’s greatest asset and loss. You keep your face hidden, pulling your hands away but he catches them, holding your wrists gently but firmly, freeing you from your chains.
“I’m not going to hurt you” His voice is soft, sincere, but you can’t trust him. You couldn’t trust anyone. Not even yourself. You continue to hide away, pain radiating through your body from when you disobeyed your orders. You’re too weak to fight; punishments leave you drained, teetering so close to death. You can hear him unzip his jacket, suddenly surrounded by warmth when he covers you with it.
“I’m getting you out of here, they won’t hurt you anymore”
He lifts you in his arms, cradling your body to his. You don’t dare to utter a word, your muscles rigid from fear. His body is warm. Comforting. You don’t relax in his hold, keeping your face tucked away as he takes long strides, carrying you out of your prison.
*****
Bucky ran down the hall, careful not to startle you. You were weak, he couldn’t even imagine what your frail body had gone though. He remembered the torture. The pain. He had the serum and it still nearly killed him each time. You didn’t. The static of his com started to crackle, with Tony’s urgent voice coming through.
“We couldn’t locate the target on our end, the place is set to blow in 1 minute, everybody get out”
He spotted Steve rounding the corner, his friend’s eyes growing wide seeing you in Bucky’s arms.
“What-
“No time, let’s go” Bucky carried you in his arms, running to the Jet where everyone else waited. They froze seeing you but there wasn’t time for questions. They had to leave before the base was destroyed. Once the jet was safely in the clear, everyone’s eyes were on Bucky.
“Is that…” Tony looked at you wide eyed. They had spent months tracking a deadly silent killer and there you were, tucked in Bucky’s arms, fast asleep from exhaustion. You hadn’t slept in weeks. Bucky wordlessly nodded, refusing to let you go. He knew no one would try and hurt you but he was thrown back to the times where he couldn’t trust anyone. Nat handed Bucky a blanket to cover the rest of your body. He held onto to you for the entire time until the jet landed. He hated it but he knew what would happen next.
“We don’t have a choice” Tony and Steve looked at Bucky sympathetically as he clung onto you. Bucky felt like he’d swallowed cotton, seeing you locked up in the compound cell. He understood why, but it hurt him nonetheless. You trembled, looking down at your feet, having no idea where you were.
“How can we trust her” Fury wasn’t happy with the idea of letting you stay at the compound with the others. SHIELD was hell bent on sending you to the Raft.
“She didn’t do anything willingly…I- Bucky swallowed thickly thinking about all the things he had been forced to do, when he didn’t have control over his own mind. “They force people to do things, none of that was her”
“She’s still dangerous”
“SHES NOT DANGEROUS” Bucky’s chest heaved, his voice booming against the walls, as he glared at Fury.
 Fury was about to argue again before Steve and Tony cut in.
“Let her stay here, if she’s actually dangerous then you can take her”
“You don’t make the rules Captain-
“She stays here. We’ll inform you IF there’s a problem”
“That’s a very big if Stark. Should anything happen because of her, you’ll all be collectively held responsible”  
*****
 The man with the metal arm approached your cell. You could tell by the sounds of his footsteps. The cuffs clicked open but you didn’t move, your eyes trained on your feet. You froze as he kneeled in front of you, gently taking your hands in his. You flinched initially, relaxing a little when he softy rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles.
“I’m sorry we had to lock you. We didn’t want you sent away, you’ll be safe here”
He spoke softly. He sounded kind but you remained silent. If you spoke out of turn you’d be punished. Bucky swallowed thickly, knowing exactly why you hadn’t said anything since they brought you.
“You can speak here. No one will hurt you”
Silence.
“My name is James. You can call me Bucky” Your lip twitched involuntarily. Bucky. It sounded so…cute.
He squeezed your hand gently, still kneeling in front of you. No one had ever touched you so softly before. You finally looked up at him, a soft gasp escaping from your lips.  He was so…handsome. He had kind eyes, ones that you would easily get lost in. He didn’t have the same long hair you had seen from the training videos. His arm was different; it was no longer silver. It was dark gray and gold. A light stubble covered his cheeks, softly smiling at you. He was beautiful.
Bucky felt his heart break when you looked at him. Your eyes were so soft. Scared.  Innocent. Lost. You had faint permanent scars on your temples, from where your mind had been wiped a hundred times over.  Your wrists were bruised from the shackles in your cell. He would never let them or anyone hurt you again.  
“I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you. Will you let me take you to your room?”
You nodded, lightly squeezing his hand instead of speaking. You gripped his hand tightly as he walked you down the empty hall, leading you through the compound. You held onto him tighter when you passed the others but they didn’t say anything. Bucky squeezed your hand reassuringly as he let you upstairs.
He wordlessly let you into your room; it was on the same floor as his and Steve. The room was warm, welcoming. You had everything you needed. But you couldn’t trust anyone. You didn’t even remember who you were.
*****
“From what we’ve been able to piece together so far, her name is y/f/n, y/l/n/. Born on (y/DOB), no records of family and there’s not much we know about her before Hydra. They held her captive for 5 years and she was actively used as an asset for 2”
The team sat around the conference room, having spent the last few hours looking through files they had recovered from the mission. All the records Hydra had on you had to do with your training and skill set.
 “She wasn’t given the serum, and no trigger words so unlike Barnes, she’s not a super soldier. She is, however, a highly trained assassin and she moves like a ghost. They used different technology to get her to comply, but they used the same mind wiping torture they used on Bucky”
“She’s probably scared out of her mind right now” Nat sighed, thinking about the way you were curled up on Bucky’s lap, shivering even under his jacket and blanket.
Tony skimmed through a few videos, eventually closing the laptop because he couldn’t bear to look anymore. Steve squeezed Bucky shoulder, seeing his jaw clench. Bucky closed his eyes, his metal arm whirring when he thought of you. The team wouldn’t know the half of it; the extent Hydra would go through to keep their assets under their control. But he knew. He had suffered for decades.
*****
For the first few weeks you don’t speak to anyone. It was impossible to tell there was someone new living at the compound at all. You silently made your way around when everyone else was sleep, exploring the compound. You were still hesitant to let your guard down but you appreciated that fact that everyone gave you your space.
Usually Bucky or a tall man with blonde hair often left food at your door.  At first you were hesitant but eventually you ate. You made sure to wash and clean your own plates once everyone was asleep. You hadn’t slept. You were trained to stay awake; unless someone else was on duty with you, you had to be on guard. You had only slept peacefully once. In his arms.
Bucky watched you carefully each night from the shadows, remaining out of sight so he wouldn’t startle you. He understood your need to stay hidden. You would bring your plate down and sit in the kitchen or curl up on the sofa.  Occasionally you’d glance at the mugs, hesitating to make yourself something to drink. When you went down the next night, a cup of tea sat on the counter along with a plate of cookies that was normally never there. It was still steaming. Someone had just made it. A note sat beside it.
Tea bags are on the counter. Cookies are on the bottom shelf, take as many as you want, Sam made them
-          JBB
You smiled to yourself, slowly sipping from your mug; it warmed you from the insides. The cookies were delicious and for the first time, you felt comfort. He’d thought of you. That night you tried to fall asleep. You couldn’t but for once, you were able to think about more than your surroundings. Y/N. You remembered your name. Bucky smiled the next morning when he saw there was one less cookie from the box; you’d felt comfortable enough to take more.
*****
You quietly made your way downstairs, surprised to see Bucky making something in the kitchen (hoping it wasn’t obvious he was secretly just waiting for you). You decided to sit instead or of running to your room, sipping your tea while he turned around, smiling softly at you.
“Thank you” You whispered, peeking up at him from your lashes. Whatever he was making smelled sweet, like home, as if you were being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. Another faint memory.
“You’re welcome…doll” Bucky blushed, realizing you hadn’t told him your name. Doll suited you though. Your face lit up at the nickname, smiling into your cup.
“My name is y/n but…you can still call me doll” You giggled shyly, and he wanted to hear that sound leave your lips again and again. “W-what are you making?”
“Pancakes” He placed a few on a plate, drizzling syrup on top before sliding it over to you. “One of the few things I can remember from when my ma would make breakfast”
They were still warm and you nearly moaned at the taste, the fluffy goodness melting onto your mouth. You continued to eat while watching him pour the batter into perfect circles, waiting for it to bubble before turning it over.
“They’re delicious” You smiled, hesitantly standing beside him, watching curiously. He tried not to show it but Bucky’s heart was beating out of his chest. He understood how much it took for you to be talking to him, standing beside him, trying your best to open up.
“You want to try making one?” He smiled at you and even though you were nervous, you let him guide you to stand in front of him, his large frame behind you made you feel protected. You took the spoon, pouring batter like he did, letting it bubble before flipping.
“Like this?” You grinned looking up at him, proud of your first pancake.
“J-just like that” Bucky stuttered. You had the sweetest smile when you were happy. You handed him the spoon again, sitting on the counter while he continued to finish the last bit of batter.
“They taste really good”
Bucky chuckled, watching you nibble on a plain pancake; your eyes closed humming in satisfaction.
“Can’t remember how my ma’s pancakes used to taste but I remember loving them”
“Is it hard…to remember again?” Your eyes looked lost again, like the day that he found you. You wanted to remember but there were too many things that jumbled in your mind at once.
“Sometimes but not always, when I talk to someone or go places, I remember something or a memory will spark”
“Can-can you tell me more? About nice things you remember?” You weren’t ready to unscramble your own memories yet but being around Bucky and hearing him speak was comforting for you. Bucky was more than happy to tell you anything, he just wanted you to feel at home. He told you about Steve.  How he loved to go dancing. About how he joined the war. His time at Hydra.
You couldn’t remember much but you told him about the memories you had. The training. The wipe outs. The punishments. At some point during the night, you’d both made your way over to the couch, listening to more about the things Bucky and Steve used to get up to, the way they still got up to mischief even now. He told you about everyone on the team, how they had become a family to him now. You were surprised to see the sun come up, having spent hours talking to Bucky, along with the now empty stack of pancakes.
“Thank you for talking to me”
Bucky could feel his cheeks heat up, watching you shyly fidget with your hands.
“Any time, doll”
You smiled, quickly making your way back to your room before the others came down. Over the next week, you still stayed hidden from others but if Bucky was around you relaxed, enjoying his stories from the 40’s, sipping on your tea or watching him make a midnight snack. So when he knocked on your door in the morning, asking if you’d join him for a walk, you agreed.
“Not a long walk doll, just to get some fresh air, do you want to join me? Please?” You nodded, your eyes darting to see if anyone else was around. He carefully took your hand in his, squeezing it gently to help ground you.
He brought you to the compound lake, finding a quiet spot under a tree overlooking the water. The sun warmed your skin. The air felt clean, fresh. For the first time you felt…free. Until you heard a rustle in the grass. Your vision focused, body tensed watching. He held your hand again, his thumb brushing on your knuckles like the first day he brought you here. You relaxed a little but your eyes didn’t move, focused on the movement that was nearing you.
Your eyes lit up seeing a tiny ball of fur speed across and into a bush, only watching a glimpse of its little white cotton tail before it disappeared.
“Is that a bunny?!” You squealed, looking at Bucky with wide eyes and that same smile that stopped his heart. He nodded, gazing at you while you peeked over, watching another bunny run across.
“I remembered something!” You blinked, biting your lip trying to focus on the distant fuzzy memory from when you were younger. “I-I think- You grasped Bucky’s hand in yours, tugging him to walk over to the bush”
“There used to be a park I played in. When I was little. There were bunnies, just like this!” You jumped on him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist hugging him tightly. “I was able to remember something!”
“I’m proud of you doll” Bucky wrapped his arms around you, rocking you gently when he felt you start to tremble, tears filling your eyes.
“I wish I could remember more” Your voice cracked, as you choked out a sob, over come with emotions as you tried to recall more but failed. Bucky held you close to his chest, softly stroking your hair and rubbing your back.
“Shhh, you will y/n” Bucky whispered, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your head, wiping some of your tears while you continued to sniffle, clinging onto him. “You’ll remember more, I promise it’ll get better”
You wordlessly nodded, keeping your arms wrapped around him, feeling yourself get lost in his strong arms holding you. You nuzzled your face against his chest, chasing his comfort and warmth, breathing in his scent, he smelled so good. You realized you’d been hugging him for a very long time, quickly (but very reluctantly) pulling away.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean- You bit your lip nervously, your body still trembling slightly. Bucky pulled you back in his arms, rocking you again.
“Don’t ever apologize. I’m always here if you ever need anything doll, always”
*****
The team had gathered down for breakfast by the time you both made your way back to the compound. Bucky held your hand in his, stopping before going to the kitchen when he saw you nervously biting your lip.
“You’re more than welcome to eat with everyone else doll, do you want to sit down today or shall I bring you something to your room?”
Everyone had been so understanding with you, giving you space and respecting your privacy. After Sam found out you liked the cookies, the container was always full and he made sure they stayed out so it’d be easy for you to find. Nat had left a basket filled with a fluffy robe, bubble bath and lotions. Tony had reinforced security around the tower in case anyone came looking for you. You didn’t want to hide anymore.
“Let’s go” You nodded nervously, gripping his hand tightly while he led you to sit at one of the stools with the others.
“Good morning” Your voice was hardly above a whisper while the team smiled at you. They greeted you warmly and you felt nervous, but it wasn’t unbearable. They didn’t act differently, resuming their conversations while they continued to eat. Steve smiled, glancing at Sam when he saw Bucky still holding your hand.
“Here sweetie” Nat passed a plate to you while Steve pushed the stack of waffles closer to you. Bucky got up to grab you a fork, his hand resting on the small of your back.
“You want tea, doll?” You nodded, nibbling on your waffle while he grabbed your mug and grabbed a tea bag. Tony’s ears perked up at the nickname, carefully watching the way you visibly relaxed when Bucky was by your side. Sam smirked, watching him dote on you, keeping you close to him; he was going to have a field day with this.
“Here” He placed your mug in front of you, giving you a quick peck on top of your head before sitting beside you. You blinked shyly, whispering a thank you, your heart fluttering wildly.
Bucky screamed on the inside, he didn’t know why he did that. Why did he kiss you. In front of everyone. It just felt so natural. His tried to ignore the blush that crept on his cheeks but it was impossible to hide. You went to your room after you finished eating, thanking everyone for letting you join. Bucky watched you longingly as you made your way to your room. He didn’t want you to go but he knew you needed your space.
“I think the super solider has a crush” Sam wiggled his eyebrows, grinning watching Bucky’s face turn redder, flipping him off. “See!!? He didn’t deny it!!”
“I’m just helping her, we’re friends” Bucky mumbled, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“Mhm, we’re all friends, why don’t you call me doll” Bucky’s face scrunched up, throwing a waffle at Sam’s head.
“He’s never made me a cup of tea” Clint pointed out, while the rest of the team snickered, watching Bucky rub a hand over his face.
“And he’s never just kissed my head” Steve smirked, biting his lip to keep from laughing, he could hear Bucky’s heart race.
“I’m eating in my room”
“Terminator’s in love, that confirms it” Tony cackled, watching Bucky grab his plate, speeding out of the kitchen without looking back.
“I think they’re sweet” Nat smiled while the rest of the team hummed in agreement. There was no hiding the very obvious connection the two of you shared. You started to feel more comfortable around the others and Bucky was always by your side. He always had his arm around you, ready to whisk you away to safety if you ever felt overwhelmed. He loved you.
*****
You tossed and turned in your bed in frustration. You just wanted to fucking sleep but your body didn’t let you. You dragged yourself out of bed, making your way to the kitchen when you noticed Bucky’s door slightly open; he was still up.
“Bucky? Can I come in?” You whispered, fidgeting with your hands by the doorway, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.
“Of course doll, is everything okay?” He put down the book he was reading, patting his bed for you to come over.
“I-I can’t sleep” You sat at the edge, looking at your feet, you wanted to crawl into his arms so badly but you didn’t want over step.
“When was the last time you slept” He shifted so he was sitting beside you, his thighs brushing against you causing you to shiver.
“On the jet” You could feel your face warm up, remembering the way he cradled you, holding you close to his chest, protecting you. You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. You felt safe in his arms, no one was going to come and hurt you. You wanted to sleep so badly but you couldn’t, hot tears stung at your eyes as you looked down at your hands.
“I- because…”
“Come here” Bucky’s voice was hardly above a whisper, holding your hand softly in his. He moved to lie down, pulling you on top of him, brining your head to lay on his chest. He stoked your back while holding you close to him.
“Go to sleep doll, you’re safe with me”
You were asleep within seconds, clinging onto him; after that night you didn’t sleep in your own room anymore, you were always in his arms. With each passing night, you found yourselves getting closer. It started with cuddling up with him, the covers pulled over you both, your head on his chest.
Then he started kissing you good night; soft, innocent, kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose. You’d shyly kiss him back, hiding your face in his neck after, every time.
Then hands started to wander. Innocent touches, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin. You loved the way his calloused fingers grazed your back when he slipped his hand under your shirt. Bucky loved the feeling of your soft hands resting on his bare chest.
Then it was…different. He wouldn’t kiss you good night once. He’d kiss you over and over again. Innocent. Sweet. You were wrapped in each others arms, darkness filled the room. All you could feel was him. His lips. His hands holding you close.
Then kisses started to wander. He kissed your back, jaw, hands. You kissed his shoulders, chest, neck.
Innocent. You couldn’t get enough of him. You adored him. Loved him.
Only Bucky knew how much self restraint it took every night, to keep himself from going any further, but he wanted it so badly. He wanted to feel you, hold you, be close to you in the most intimate way possible, but he didn’t want to cross that line when you were still vulnerable.
He had no idea you were struggling to keep your hands to yourself, just like him.
*****
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mydaddywiki · 2 months
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Barry Corbin
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Physique: Stocky Build Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m)
Leonard Barrie Corbin (born October 16, 1940-) is an American actor. He is best known for his starring role as Maurice Minnifield on the television series Northern Exposure, which earned him two consecutive Primetime Emmy Award nominations. His other notable credits include the films Urban Cowboy, Stir Crazy, WarGames and No Country for Old Men as well as the television series Dallas, Lonesome Dove, One Tree Hill, The Closer, The Ranch and Yellowstone.
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With his beady-eyes, stocky build and big voice, the Texas native is noted for his portrayals of policemen, soldiers, and father figures, or some other authority figure, though on occasion, he has effectively portrayed murderous villains as well. One things count against this man though. He lost most of his hair in the 1990s due to a condition called alopecia areata; since then, he often appears on screen either with his head shaved or wearing a cowboy hat, or occasionally wearing a full toupee.
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Married three times with one child with the first wife, two children with the second and a daughter that he didn't know he had, found him in 1991. Much of his spare time is spent riding horses and tending to cattle on his small ranch, volunteering his time to charity including rodeos and being spokesman for the National Alopecia Areata Foundation.
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RECOMMENDATIONS: (2014) Modern Family (TV Series) - S5/E23 'The Wedding, Part 2' - Shirtless (1997) The Fanatics - Shirtless (1990-1995) Northern Exposure (TV Series) - Shirtless - multiple episodes (1985) My Science Project - Shirtless (1985) What Comes Around (1985) - Shirtless (1983) The Man Who Loved Women - Shirtless (1980) Any Which Way You Can - Underwear
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orgverse · 9 months
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ok ok ok hard thought i’m been thinking, one you could say has been steaming around in my head for the past few days !!
HEAR ME OUT san with an oral fixation on your tits like he just likes em!! a boob fanatic and enthusiastic you will!! wearing a low cut shirt? he just wants to feel you up! not in any type of disrespectful way he just loves every part of you yaknow?!!!
one of my main headcanons for san is that he loves boobs. touching them, squeezing them, sucking on them! he loves them.
and you know how much he loves your boobs which is why you purposely wear low cut shirts or walk around with no bra. so you can watch how his eyes fixate on your breast as he watches them peek out of your shirt. he feels himself drool as he watches them bounce as you plop down next to him. you’re purposely teasing him, he knows it.
“san, are you listening?” you ask your boyfriend. san was sure you didn’t say anything, but he honestly wasn’t sure. especially when he was so focus on your chest.
“no,” he said before he’s moving you to lay down across the couch. him between your legs as he comes to rest between them. his hand immediately come to grope your boobs. pulling your shirt down and letting them pop out. san groans as he squeezes them together. massaging them before he’s leaning down to lick and suck on one of your nipples while he pinches and teases the other one before switching.
all you can do is moan as you let him do as he please to your boobs. his name the only thing that can leave your lips and san is eating it up. letting it boost his ego as he continues to alternate his attention. lovebites appearing on your skin and with each new one, he presses kisses all over skin.
and while he’s doing all this, you can’t ignore how he’s rutting into the couch beneath him. moaning at the feeling of your nipple in his mouth as he sucks but also how constricted his underwear feel cause of hard he is. and he’s weak for you, obviously. and when you give his hair one harsh tug and then he’s coming in his pants. a low groan his escaping his lips as he smothers himself in your chest.
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okay i think this is about to be an unpopular opinion but…. these two are like 2 sides of the same coin to me. beyond the shared public safety allegiance, they both violate denji's autonomy (yoshida stripping him to his underwear, tying him up, and threating his family in chapter 132 vs fumiko assaulting him in the movie theater in chapter 136) and work against his own best interest for the sake of the government. however, while they both take action in trying to force denji to do what they want, fumiko takes a more directly active role in the space of the fanatic who can't see/ doesnt care about the human behind her idol, whereas yoshida takes the more passive role of the government drone who wont act to protect the human if it means going against orders. in previous chapters, fumiko actively runs away from denji, leaving him to fight for himself, while yoshida passively tells denji that he isnt allowed to protect himself, putting him in harms way in his own right (and there is still the underlying threat of violence there if he tries to protect himself). even in the panels from this chapter, we see fumiko being active about her disregard for denji's well being by asking for little pieces of him, where yoshida is more passive in his disregard of the plan to dismember denji with a simple "yeah" answer. i know that they also have their differences, but i just think that they share intentional similarities (that other characters, particularly in the chainsaw man church, also share!!) that overall lead to denji getting hurt.
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Bedtime Routine and a Massage - Dewdrop/Swiss
Domestic December - Day 21
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Summary: Dew is exhausted, Swiss helps him get some rest
Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Sleepy Dew, showering together (not sexually), massage (not sexually)
Word count: ~1.2k
Dew stomped into Swiss’ room without so much as a warning. Although in a way, being so close with him already came with the warning that stuff like this might happen. Regularly. Either way, Swiss was used to it and didn’t mind at all.
The fire ghoul let himself drop onto the mattress next to Swiss, clawing his way a little closer until his face was buried in the big guy’s thigh.
“Rough day?” He asked with a playful tone.
Dew could say a million bad thing about that day; he’d been scolded by Nihil, had to carry around a bunch of heavy boxes without any other ghouls around to at least talk to and, fuck, his shoulders hurt because of it. Not having the energy to word any of that, he merely responded with a groan, before biting Swiss’s leg in frustration. It wasn’t too harsh, but it was bad enough to hurt a little. Again, Swiss didn’t mind.
He brushed his hand through Dew’s long blond hair and softly scratched his scalp, trying to help him relax.
“Hey, come on,” Swiss pushed Dew to turn onto his back and off his leg. He got another groan in response, but no resistance was used against the motion.
Swiss stood up and made his way to the floor in front of Dew, carefully untying his boots for him. Dew laid pliantly, letting himself be taken care of. When the boots were off Swiss climbed up his body to unclasp his vest and unbutton his shirt.
“How about a shower, Kitty?” He asked while his fingers moved as gracefully as they were efficient.
Dew chirped, his eyes closed in exhaustion. He raised his hips so Swiss could remove his pants and underwear. After some more rustling, indicating the removal of the multi ghoul’s clothing as well, Dew’s hands were grabbed and he was pulled up straight.
He blinked his eyes open lazily. A content smile automatically appeared on his face at the sight of his naked partner. Tired enough to disregard his usually stoic persona
This was how it went just about every night. Sometimes their places were switched, but they did always shower before getting ready for bed. Of course they spent the night with other people from time to time, or more rarely on their own, but there was something so peaceful in them ending the day together.
Before he knew it, the two had found their way into the shower. Dew leaned against the wall, only half of the stream hit him. Although a part of him wanted the warmth to hit and hopefully sooth his shoulders, he couldn’t get himself to move. He already had to fight to keep his eyes open, desperate to keep Swiss in sight. The multi ghoul made quick work of washing himself, before turning his attention back to the other.
He loved taking showers together. Getting to fuck or make love to Dew was great, but there was something about this soft intimacy of getting to admire his body in a truly revering way that he thanked the Dark Lord for whenever he could.
His hands were big, cool compared to Dew’s high body temperature. They felt soft on his chest, gliding all over his form. Swiss soon started humming a song. He usually did in the shower, belting in the morning and quietly lulling Dew to sleep at night.
Indeed, Dew’s eyes involuntarily closed again. Everything felt just right; warm, soft, attended to. He was barely aware of the water being turned off again.
Just as delicately as he’d washed him, Swiss patted Dew down with a towel. Mustering up his last bit of energy, Dew grabbed his toothbrush and used it while Swiss was on his knees drying up his legs. He was usually more fanatical about his dental health, but tonight was one of those rare nights a quick round past the rows of milky whites were enough. Especially when his lack of energy almost made him drool his toothpaste all over his chin.
He must’ve fallen asleep, or at least gotten very close, for a moment, because next thing he knew he landed on his mattress.
Dew chirped gratefully at Swiss for tucking him in under the covers. Of course the multi ghoul loved having proper interactions, but there was something about getting to take care of Dew in this state that filled his heart with warmth. It made him feel important, needed. It was all he could do to prove his love and devotion.
Dew was so glad to finally be in bed and be allowed to fall asleep. His mind was just about as far gone as it could be yet something wasn’t quite right. He rolled onto his side, trying to flee the ache in his shoulders. It didn’t help, in fact the move only made the pain worse. He whined, turning onto his back once more, before trying his stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Swiss noticed the commotion as he put on his pyjama pants.
Dew answered the question, but his speech was slurred and mumbled. He knew there was no way Swiss had understood him, but he still prayed he wouldn’t have to spend the energy to repeat himself.
But alas, “What was that, Kitty?”
“Shoulders hurt.” He still hadn’t stopped tossing and turning. At least until Swiss pressed a gentle hand against his back to keep him on his stomach.
“Settle.” He shushed the fire ghoul. His voice was silky smooth, extra deep to try and help him relax further.
Dew followed the order, not reacting at all when Swiss came to straddle his ass.
The multi ghoul rubbed his hands together for a moment to warm them up before bringing them down to rub at Dew’s shoulders. The touch was firm, but not too harsh. He quickly felt the knot in his muscles, massaging the area to try to loosen it all up.
Dew merely had the energy to purr, and that just barely. But he needed some way to let Swiss know that he was doing a good job, that he and his efforts were appreciated.
The movement didn’t let up, rubbing in a repeating circular motion. Swiss soon started humming again, the rumbling melody melting together with the continuous touch like a spell hypnotising Dew back to peak comfort.
His inability to fall asleep vanished in a mere few minutes. Swiss noticed as soon as he relaxed fully into the mattress, getting off of him as carefully as possible. When he sat back down on his side of the bed, he had another excuse to quietly admire his lover.
Dew’s expression was nearly always stoic, but when he fell asleep it softened out a bit. His brow carried less tension, his mouth slightly parted like he was on the very verge of saying something.
Calmed down from the day himself, Swiss turned off the lamp on his bedside table and settled down under the covers. He grabbed Dew’s side, pulling the smaller ghoul into him. Dew turned a bit in his sleep, coming into his usual position as the small spoon. Swiss smelled the shower gel on his neck, nuzzling into it and his warmth.
Truly, what more could he ask for?
[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]
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Britt's Maxed Out Tits
Another story using Maxi Corp, created by @expansion-growth-fanatic
Brittney Boulders used to be a record-holding porn star: Largest breasts. Technically, the largest implants, as each boob was 20000 cc. But since nobody came close to her cup size, she proudly took the title of biggest in general. In her most popular video, she gave two men a tit job at the same time and their cocks never touched. With that much saline, she stood out and was famous even if people found her boobs tacky or trashy.
Brittney retired from her career and settled down. She never reduced her breasts, she was proud to hold the record and she liked the attention she got from them. She married a former co-star and they had a baby. As time passed, things changed. The baby girl grew up into a beautiful college student. Brittney began to stand out less from the introduction of Maxi Corp. Her shirts and bras were no longer unique to her alone. It never bothered Brittney, she was happy with the money she spent to make herself the way she was.
Brittney was sad when she lost her title. A girl in California had grown to 50 feet tall. She wasn’t the bustiest around but when everything scaled with her height, her breasts took up the most volume. The record was changed to mean largest breasts compared to body size. But even that didn’t last for Brittney. She went from “Largest breasts” to “Largest augmented breasts (Non-Maxi Corp)”. It was a mouthful and didn’t sound sexy, so she stopped using it to brag about her implant stuffed boobs. But it didn’t stop her from showing them off.
Brittney never returned to the role she once had, but taking saucy pictures was a habit she would never kick. Her revival online was smaller in scale than some hoped, but still welcomed by all. She was happy to share her beauty with paying customers, especially now because she could brand herself as a milf. Tits her size weren’t hard to come by, a bottle of Titty+ would get the job done. But she knew what men (and some women) wanted. Her tits were fake, but her talent was all natural.
Brittney sat on her bed, dressed in only a shirt and underwear. She pulled the bottom of her shirt to show off even more cleavage. Puckering her lips, she winked into the camera when her phone suddenly began to ring. Seeing her daughter on the caller ID, Brittney quickly sat up and answered.
“It’s rare for you to call so suddenly. Are you alright?” Brittney asked, frantically.
“I’m better than alright! My second puberty is kicking in! I’m so happy with how I'm growing!” Emma squealed over the phone.
“That's wonderful Em! So what is it? Are you getting some big boobies like your mommy?” Brittney asked in a teasing tone.
Emma paused, before stuttering out an answer, “I, um, I don’t…”
“Oh, I’ll call Christophe! He hasn’t made me a bra in quite some time but I'm sure I can get him to make something for you sweetie!”
“You don’t have to do that mom.”
Brittney’s eyes lit up as she remembered something. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she spoke.
“I'm sure your boyfriend is pleased with your changes. Is he treating you well? I want to meet him, he sounds so sweet from the way you gush over him.”
“Oh my gosh, Mom! You can't just…” Emma was flustered. Her parents were so casual about the topic of sex and constantly made sexual remarks. “I don't know if he’ll be able to come over break.”
“Are you embarrassed about bringing your boyfriend home to two ex-porn stars? He won’t mind my boobs, women all over have similar sizes.”
“No, it's because of your boobs specifically,” Emma said bluntly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brittney asked, offended.
“Your implants. They're so old. Boobs should have some jiggle. Yours are weird, with how hard they are.” Emma spoke frankly. “I have to go, class is starting.”
“Oh, Ok. Bye Em, I love you.” Brittney said quietly.
She brought the phone away from her ear, only to find that Emma already ended the call. Dropping her phone into her canyon of cleavage, Brittney looked at herself in the mirror. Her shirt was stretched thin. Her two massive tanks of saline blocked her view of her stomach. She gave a few poses, cupping her breasts and giving herself a wink.
“Old? As if.” Brittney scoffed.
She was undeniably a bimbo turned milf. Her hand lingered on her boobs. She tried to give them a pinch only to find that her skin was stretched thin over the implants, as she couldn’t grab any. She then squeezed her boobs together. There was a slight compression, but Emma was right. Her boobs were rock hard and didn’t even jiggle when she let go.
“Ricky? Could you come here for a moment?” Brittney yelled out.
Footsteps made their way to the bedroom, where Richard opened the door. He found his wife posing in front of the mirror and found himself aroused. He never would have imagined he would have a fetish for back muscles, but seeing his wife’s back flex to hold the 40 pounds of implants she had, it made him hard every time. Her ass and hips were no joke either, but there was no competing with the modified and enhanced boobs.
Walking up to his wife, Richard hugged her from behind. He groped her boobs, causing her to smile. After a quick kiss, he raised an eyebrow as to why he was summoned.
“Do you like my implants?” Brittney asked innocently.
Richard's mind and body froze. There was never a moment that Brittney second guessed her implants. She told him that she would do anything to make her boobs the biggest. Likewise, there was nothing in the world that would make her downsize.
“I’m thinking of getting rid of them,” Brittney said while still rubbing them.
Richard wasn’t sure what was going on so he spoke objectively, “Your skin is stretched thin. If you take those out, you’ll have really saggy and flat boobs. I don’t think either of us want that.”
“Getting rid of isn’t the right term, then. I’m thinking of replacing them. They seem, I don't know, outdated?”
“Replace them with what?” Richard asked, intrigued and aroused.
ONE MONTH LATER
Richard went to open the door. Waiting on her porch was a young couple. They didn’t seem like salespeople, but they both looked like they worked at a gym. The woman’s face was turned, speaking to the man. She had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Richard wasn’t sure if she was dressed in workout gear or if that’s what women’s fashion was nowadays. But what he was sure of is that her pants emphasized her thick thighs and fat ass. Her crop top showed off her chiseled abs. The man had a familiar face but Richard couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Can I help you?” Richard asked politely.
“Dad, it's me,” the woman said, almost offended.
Richard’s eyes widened in shock. The last time he saw Emma was when they helped her move into her dorm. She was a skinny brunette that loved baggy sweaters. Emma was never fond of gym class, so seeing her as a bottom heavy gym bunny caught him off guard.
“Oh, Emma! I couldn’t recognize you with, um,” Richard needed to find an excuse quickly, “With your hair like that! You grew it out and dyed it. When did you go blonde?”
Emma was not impressed. She put her hands on her plump hips and pouted. Richard noted that the boyfriend’s eyes were glued to her jiggling ass as she shifted her weight.
“Mom never told you about my second puberty, did she?”
“No, she did not.” Richard said as he hung his head in defeat. “I’m guessing she forgot to tell me that you and Jack were coming as well?”
“It’s Jake,” the man spoke up.
Richard winced at his second mistake. He opened the door fully and simply let them in, not wanting to embarrass himself more.
“No, this is a surprise for Mom too. Where is she, anyway?” Emma said as she sauntered inside. Richard couldn’t help but notice that Emma changed how she walked to put more sway into her hips. Jake was obviously enjoying it.
“Upstairs. She’s either still in the shower or getting dressed. Go up and say hi.”
Emma went up the stairs, her yoga pants barely being able to contain her expanded curves. Her fat ass almost clapped with every step. Jake began to follow after her, or rather her jiggling booty, but Richard held him back.
“I know what it's like, women are sexy, but I have two rules.” Richard said sternly, holding up a finger. First rule is no tears. If you make my little girl cry, I’m kicking your ass. You understand?”
“Yes sir”
Richard held up another finger and continued, “Second rule is no babies. If you make her a mom before she graduates, I’m ripping your dick off. If you try to be a wise guy and make her waddle across the stage when she gets her diploma-”
“I understand.” Jake said, as he tried to put some distance between the two of them.
“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Emma screamed from upstairs.
Quickly pulling in the boyfriend, Richard spoke in a faster and hushed tone, “Now that I have the intimidating dad stuff out of the way, let me tell you something. Emma is a lot like her mom. That’s a problem for us because they are both terrible at communicating. They mean well, but you need to learn how to figure out what they’re thinking and just agree with them. Arguing is not worth it with these ladies.”
Looking up, the men saw Emma fly down the stairs with a red face. A short sprint, even with the caboose she had, should not make her exhausted. Emma was clearly flustered and blushing.
“Dad! What did you let Mom do to herself?” Emma accused.
“Technically, she didn’t do anything. The staff at the store did the math and injections.”
After that phone call a month ago, Brittney decided to give into Maxi Corp. If they could make everybody have boobs as big as hers, imagine what they could do with her boobs. Brittney had a consultation and even paid commission for somebody to do the math for her. Her breasts were stretched tight from the implants, so her one rule was that her breasts could not sag. It took a week, but Maxi Corp was able to calculate the exact doses needed for Brittney to have her new dream tits.
The two college students looked up in awe while Richard looked on with smug approval. Brittney’s breasts now dwarfed her entire body. In fact, the trio could only see her head and shoulders. Brittney’s boobs were perfectly round and almost touched the floor. Her dress showed “little” cleavage, as her boobs were mostly covered. But there was still a yard of her breasts that could visibly be seen squeezed together. She held onto the rail and slowly descended the steps. Her breasts jiggled and shook the entire way down as she had to kick and feel for the next step.
As Brittney reached the bottom, Emma and Jake could take in all the changes. Brittany had taken out her implants and filled herself up on TittyMax until her skin was equally as tight. The change meant her tits were larger, heavier, and much softer. They were so big that Brittney had to take several doses of MaxiGrow and Muscle Max just to have the space and strength to carry them around. Brittney struggled to touch her nipples with her implants. Now, she couldn’t even see them.
“Jakey! Come give mommy a hug!” Brittney said with an eager smile.
Jake was frozen in place, a hormonal college student could only handle so much boob. Brittney simply engulfed Jake into her cleavage, resting her arms around his head.
“Mom!” Emma yelled, now red with anger.
She stomped her foot, making her booty and thighs jiggle. Richard hid his smile as for the first time, Jake’s eyes weren’t glued to his daughter’s posterior. Brittney fixed her hair and then turned to face her daughter.
“What’s the matter Em? I thought you said boobs should have some jiggle.” Brittney said as she swayed side to side, the only way she could jiggle her breasts while staying in place.
As her mother walked towards her, Emma had to look up. Brittney now stood seven feet tall, but nobody ever noticed from far away. Emma gulped, she could never recall a time her mother seemed mad or upset.
“Like mother, like daughter. You get horny when you're upset. How else would I come up with the idea to get tits like these?” Brittney spoke bluntly. “Go take your boy toy upstairs, I am not walking up those again. There's some Maxi samplers on the nightstand.”
Emma was mad that her mother was right. She needed Jake to fuck this frustration out of her. With a grunt, she turned and stormed off, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and leading him to the stairs. The couple ran up the stairs, Emma’s cheeks clapped together as Jake eagerly pinched and groped them.
“Meeting my parents isn’t going to be anywhere as fun as this,” Jake retorted as pull Emma’s pants down to give it a good smack.
“Shut up and fuck me.” Emma said as she swallowed various pills from the bottles on the nightstand.
Downstairs, Brittney and Richard gave each other a suggestive look. The couple didn’t have to lean over the counter or move to the couch, Brittney’s tits were a makeshift water bed. Opening her dress and standing inside her cleavage, Richard began to make out with his wife. Brittney’s boobs began to ripple as the tit job enveloped Richard’s whole body.
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arhiweebs · 1 year
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Quiet Library
Satan X (F)Mc
Kinktober
Warnings: bottom Mc, public sex, forced cum, pact play,fingering, overstimulation, cumming, squirting, moaning, hushed moans, choking, shaking
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You both sat across from each other at a library table. Both having your own books in hand.Yet one could be sure neither of you were actually focused on the book. Glaring at each other.
Satan narrowed his eyes at you. The side of your lip twitched up into a smirk.
“Cum.”
There was a soft warm sensation over the pact mark of yours and Satan’s. Satan growled but yet was forced to do as his master commanded. His soft growl quickly turned into a low groan as he tried muffle it.
His head and eyes rolled back. He gave a deep low hum. His breathing went jagged and heavy. His hands clenched the book so tightly, it wore the lining.
Just barely above a mutter, “..Fuck~”
Just as his master said, he obeyed. Satan slowly opened his eyes. His bottom half was covered by the table but you could only imagine the load he just let out.
It was enough to give tingles to your own body.
“Good.”
“Mc, I-“
“Cum again.”
His words were cut off and he shot his head up to look at you.
“Wait! I- oh~ fuck~”
Another groan fell from his lips. A bit louder than the previous one, but still not enough to draw too much attention to the table you both occupied. He maintained eye contact with you this time.
He wanted you to see exactly what it was you were doing to him.
He clenching his jaw. Already discarding his book, he now clenched and clawed at the table.
A small chuckle came from you as you watched him become unravel right before your eyes.
He bucked his hips up at the table and his eyes lashed fluttered a bit. He let out deep and heavy breaths.
He didn’t say anything this time, he simply prepared himself for another order.
But all you did was stand up, clearing your throat and taking your book with you. Walking past you, you gave a pat to his head.
He sighed heavily and rubbed his face as he looked over his shoulder to watch you leave.
You made your way over to the mystery section. All the thriller mysteries, Crime Mysteries, Caper mysteries. Sure, Satan was a mystery fanatic, but being around him so much, you couldn’t help but become one yourself.
Secluded by bookshelves in the corner of the library you browsed quietly through the isles, picking up books and glancing over them. Waiting for something to catch your mind and eyes.
You felt a hand snake around your waist and a kiss to the side of your neck. He was so quiet and moved so smoothly.
“That was certainly a stunt you pulled.” He whispered to you as a hand traveled down to your hips.
“Well I had to get you back from earlier when you dragged me into yet another failed prank on Lucifer.”
He scoffed at the name.
He hummed and dipped a hand under your skirt pressing his fingers to your clothed clit and rubbing circles.
“Get me back? Oh, my dear, we’re just getting started now. You think you can ‘get back’ at me with just that. No no no-“
He snickered feeling the wet print through your underwear. He traced his fingers down to your core - A breath hitching in your throat - Rubbing faint circles just above the area.
“-If anything, you only riled me up.”
He left you go but quickly pinned you against a bookshelf. He smirked and looked at you with a tilt of his head and half lidded eyes.
“Don’t make too much noise. Libraries are supposed to be quiet, you know.”
He kissed your neck and dipped a hand back under your skirt. Moving your underwear out the way, he toyed through your folds and rubbed heavy circles to your clit. Coaxing his fingers with your wetness.
You let out a soft moan and closed your eyes, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. But no, he wanted to see your face. Watch you struggle to keep your composure. Look into your eyes to see how he’s making you fall apart just like you did with him.
Taking his middle and ring fingers, he held you in place and pushed his digits inside you. A small gasp left your lips and your legs wavered. Daring to give you.
He hushed you and used his free hand to trail around from your back to your neck. Gripping your throat ever so nicely.
“Not so big now, are you?” He smiled smugly and kissed your lips.
His two fingers pumping in and out of you.
He clenched his jaw looked down at you, into your eyes. One hand wrapped around your neck and the other making you fall apart
Whined and whimpers fell from your lips and your legs shook. Barely being able to let you stand straight. You felt the build up rise. You but your lip trying to keep quiet, honestly, that only made Satan more excited.
He curled his fingers inside you. His pumping got faster. You gasped and your eyes widen as your orgasm came a lot quicker than you previously believed.
You let out a struggles moan as you came over his hands. He smiled at you, still keeping that lovely eye contact.
Yet he didn’t stop, he wanted something more.
Your walls clenched around his digits and struggled whimpers and moans fell from you. A bit overstimulated, your legs shook and you grinded against his hand. Another quick build up came. He came the same fast pace. This one felt different.
You sucked in a sharp breath as your overstimulated clit clenched around his fingers.
“There we go~”
Your eyes rolled back and a long soft moan danced from your lips as you squirted on his fingers.
“That’s what I wanted.”
He whispered and kissed your neck as he held you finish your pretty orgasm.
He pulled out his fingers. Sucking and licking your slick off his hand. He hummed pleased. He had ended up taking a sweater and wrapping it around his waist, for which you didn’t notice at first.
“Let’s go now. I’m not done with you.”
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thalys-artcorner · 1 year
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Maybe I Just Wanna Be Yours (Sihtric x OC) Rockstar!AU
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*Disclaimer: Number one, I’m embarrassed to post this. Number two, I don’t usually write smut. Number three, english is not my first language and there will probably be very dumb spelling mistakes. Number four, the lyrics are from Artic Monkeys’ song 505, probably taken out of context. Number six, this idea came thanks to the little community of TLK simps we are on TikTok. Number seven..Actually that’s it.
Warning: swearing, smut and everything it entails. Also spelling mistakes? Is that a trigger warning? I think it should be a trigger warning.
Context: He’s a indie rockstar (no sh*t Sherlock) and she’s kind of an indie folk singer, I guess? Also they’re neopagans cause I like making winks to the show.
Honestly, whoever had scheduled the order of the concerts for that Festival owned Freydis a new pair of lungs. Of course her own show would overlap with her boyfriend’s, meaning she had to run all the way to the other side of the park right after spending nearly two hours singing. Thank the gods some guys from security in a golf cart had taken pity on her and given her a ride. Still, the show had already started when she finally got backstage, half afraid she might have a heart attack. So much for being in shape.
Still, she wouldn’t miss Sihtric perform for anything else in the world. Seriously, was their anything sexier than a rockstar?
The grounds around the stage were swarming with fanatics who were there to see Ragnarök perform. Not for nothing, the band was the closing act.  Thousands of people who’d come to see the English band founded by Uthred Ragnarsson. To think they’d started off at the bar owned by Uthred’s father, now everybody knew their name. Finan at the drums, Uthred as the lead guitar, sweet Osferth at the keyboards, and Sihtric as the vocalist. Fortunately, because even though Uthred had started the band, he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. Sihtric could. He could hold various notes, in fact. And he looked damn good doing it. Freydis swore, little things could get her more hot-and-bothered than seeing her boyfriend on stage.
He could also make her reach unspeakable notes too, all though that was an entirely different and private kind of performance.
Something about watching Sihtric perform was just...hypnotic and breathtakingly hot. His mismatched colored eyes acquired an intensity as if he could see right through your skin and peel off your clothes with his stare alone. He became completely immersed into the song, the stage, the rhythm, all of it. He had the ability to make everyone in the audience feel like he was singing to them and them alone. But every so often, he would steal a quick glance to the side of the backstage and look straight at her with a devilish smirk. Because he knew, he knew damn well how much it turned her on to see him on stage.
I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs
Again he was looking at her. The show was near the end, and his skin was shiny with a layer of sweat that made the cropped top he wore cling to his well-toned body, naturally making her think of the way that body pressed against hers, hovering, covering her completely, practically driving into her as if they could merge together into one. Freydis’s breath caught in her throat as she did her best to keep it together. She had started to ache about five songs ago, and started to feel the wetness between her thighs long before that.
That’s when she saw it. The handkerchief peeking out of his pocket, that he always wore half because of aesthetic and half because of superstition. Except it was not a handkerchief this time.
It was her fucking thong.
Freydis felt her cheeks heat up. She was fairly certain no one else had noticed, you couldn’t ready tell it was underwear unless you saw it up close. The only reason she realized was because, well, it was her underwear, she’d put it on that morning. And Sihtric had taken it off when they’d had a very brief but heated make-out session in between shows that was very rudely interrupted by her manager right after her boyfriend had taken the thong off.
He caught her looking this time and knew by her expression that she’d realized about the underwear too. His smirk only became naughtier as he dipped his hand into his pocket. Freydis’s eyes widened.
You fucking wouldn’t she thought.
Of course he didn’t, even though for a split second she had actually panicked. No, he simply took his hand off after a moment and then gripped the microphone with it before pressing it against his lips. From where she was standing, she could clearly see his tongue poke out between his lips and lick his fingers, even though the audience wouldn’t be able to tell since he was gripping the microphone.
Freydis swallowed hard. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned on her heels and bolted off backstage. She navigated the people circulating through the hallway almost as if she was made of thin air, driven only by the need to find Sihtric’s room backstage. He’d given her the key before her own show had started. As soon as she found it, she let herself in, shut the door behind her and ran her hands through her long blonde hair.
She paced the room a couple of times, trying to cool off, but Sihtric’s eyes were still lingering on her in her head, her panties in his pocket, sweat down his forehead, the abs peeking from under the hem of his top. His husky voice singing about her hands between her thighs.
They were there before she’d even registered it. She stopped to rest her back against the nearest wall, closed her eyes and simply gave in and touched herself.
Fuck, she hadn’t actually registered how wet she was. As her fingers skimmed up the inner side of her thigh, she could feel a faint trail running down without the underwear to stop it. Her hips jerked forward when she first graced her sensitive folds.
“Shit” she whispered into the empty room. She started to rub just above her pussy in small circles, trying to keep quiet so as to not draw the attention of anyone at the other side of the door. Then, she dared to dip one finger inside, and had to bite her lip from crying out loud before inserting a second one. She brushed over her clit, the dull ache sending a shock through her entire body.
“Huh, decided to start without me, did you?”
Freydis gasped, hand falling limply to her side as she opened her eyes and found Sihtric smirking, leaning against the closed door behind him.
“I…” she felt her mouth dry “How…?”
“You forgot to lock the door, love”.
“I…did?”
Sihtric nodded. His smirk slowly disappeared as he took in her disheveled appearance. His eyes darkened “Must’ve wanted it real bad to let that slip from you mind”.
Freydis wetted her lips and slowly nodded, before raising the hand she’d been using to touch herself and extending it towards him. A small smile crossed her lips “Come kiss it better?”
Sihtric growled and covered the distance between them in two long strides, taking her hand and immediately holding it to his mouth kissing each one of her fingertips. Freydis’s breath hitched when he pressed her against the wall, his hot, sweaty body completely covering her. She gripped his side mullet and pulled it to make him lean down and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip. Sihtric groaned against his mouth, lips immediately opening to play with her tongue as if air was but a minor inconvenience. He gripped the hand that was pulling at his hair, and the one that was digging into his bicep and pinned them both above her head, holding her by her wrists with one hand. With the other, he pulled out the thong that was tugged inside his pocket and grinned naughtily.
“These…weren’t wet enough” he observed “Guess I’ve gotta be more thorough at my job”. He traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb “Eyes on me, all right?”.
Freydis nodded, turning her face slightly to press her lips briefly against the rings around his fingers.
Slowly, he parted her skirt to the side by the opening that ran along her thigh. Freydis bit her lower lip and fought the urge to flutter her eyes close as she felt the soft fabric of her underwear against her skin. Sihtric was staring at her with that intensity that bore into her soul while he slowly started rubbing his fingers between her folds, the thong wrapped around them too. Freydis whimpered at the friction of the lace against her sensitive skin, her nails digging into the hand that was holding her wrists together. “Babe, I-Oh fuck, that feels good” she moaned.
“That’s a good girl” Sihtric praised her with a smirk “Hey, eyes on me, remember? There we go, so wet for me”.
“Mmmhm!” Freydis whimpered “Sihtric…”
“I know…I know…” he pulled his hand away, kissing her to muffle her protests as he tossed the underwear over his shoulder and this time simply started rubbing tight circles over her clit with his bare fingers.
Freydis cried out weakly “Yess” she hissed, as he slipped one finger, and then a second one inside her, starting to curl them inside her. Her hips started grinding against his hands, and this time she couldn’t help it, she closed her eyes. But Sihtric didn’t mind, he was too focused on pulling pleasure out of her while grinding his own crotch against her leg slowly, releasing small, quiet grunts.
“Let me touch you, babe” she whispered, tugging softly at her wrists “I bet that’s starting to feel painful”.
“I started to get hard when I noticed you’d left the stage” he confessed, chest heaving “I knew what you were doing”. Slowly, he let go of her hands, though not before taking them to his lips and placing butterfly kisses over each of her wrists.
It was Freydis’s turn to smirk wickedly, all though she did not keep the expression for long when Sihtric managed to squeeze a third finger inside her. Her back arched away from the wall, pressing her body against her boyfriend’s. “Ah!” she cried out weakly, resting her cheek against his shoulder “Gods...Keep going” she encouraged before dipping her own hand inside his pants and rubbing over his hard on. Sihtric growled and buckled against his hand.
“Fuck, Freydis”.
The air in the room had started to get heavy with their pants and moans that slowly increased in volume. Freydis could feel her walls started to contract on the verge of an orgasm, her cries becoming louder. Almost there…But before she had the chance to reach her orgasm, Sihtric pulled his fingers out, causing her to cry out at the lost of fullness and friction and glare at him furiously. Before she had the chance to protest, however, Sihtric kneeled in front of her. She swore each time he kneeled in front of her she got wet all over again, there was something so erotic about the way he stared up at her while he delicately picked up one of her ankles as if it was made of glass and slowly draped it over his shoulder before launching forward and closing his mouth over her flesh like a starving man.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Freydis whimpered hurriedly, her leg wrapping around his shoulders as if to pull him closer, her hand back on his hair as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her core and licked her from bottom to top before sucking on her clit. The woman tossed her head to the side, her breath becoming ragged and irregular, each one ending in a small whimper that slowly started to turn into a moan. Her boyfriend’s name rolled repeatedly from her lips like a prayer to the gods, like she had forgotten every other word she had ever spoken. Sihtric took his sweet time bringing her higher and higher, closer and closer to her release, and just when Freydis thought she couldn’t take it anymore, that she might actually pass out, his fingers joined his tongue, rubbing tight circles over her pussy and she came hard, a hoarse cry escaping her lips as Sihtric kept sucking, licking and kissing her all the way through her climax.
“Shit…You’re almost unfairly good at that, you know” she managed to gasp when he finally got back on his feet, wrapping her arm behind his neck and pulling him close for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
Sihtric chuckled, licking his lips to savor the trace of her on them “I am, aren’t I?” he smirked in a rare display of cockiness, as he was usually rather shy. Except when he was with her.
Freydis raised an eyebrow “Cocky, aren’t we?” she observed, before looking into his eyes with a playful pout “How about you put your cock where your mouth was?”
Sihtric growled “You greedy little thing”.
There wasn’t any lead up this time, both already too impatient, too horny to keep waiting any longer. He didn’t even lower his pants all the way through, just enough to pull himself out. Sihtric’s hands settled on her ass and picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his wrist and then he simply slammed into her, hoarse groans escaping from both of them when they were finally joined.
He began to thrust into her, starting slow but eventually speeding up as he drove deep into her. Freydis rested her hands on his shoulders to support herself and helping him by moving her own hips in sync with his. One of Sihtric’s hands was cradling the back of her neck, the other curled into a fist against the wall just above her head. Freydis angled her head to kiss him, hot and desperate. They stayed with their mouths pressed together, her moans and his groans mixing together as slowly, the tension started to build inside them.
The small orgasm took Freydis almost by surprise, especially when she realized Sihtric wasn’t stopping, chasing after his own release. She cried out louder than before in both pleasure and shock, her walls clenching around him, which caused Sihtric to growl and bury his face into her neck while Freydis tried to recover, but her hips felt weak.
“Sihtric, I…” she warned, whimpering because she was suddenly oversensitive as her boyfriend kept driving into her.
“One more” he whispered into her ear “I know you’ve got one more in you” he cursed under his breath “Fuck, I’m almost there, baby. Just one more for me”.
“I…Oh gods, babe” it was too much, but her body was already building up for another orgasm, not the small shock of pleasure she’d just had, but a real, proper orgasm. And even though her entire body felt like it was on its last nerve, it just felt too good. She whimpered, curling around him as if she wanted to melt into him. “Hold my neck” she asked “And go harder”.
“Fuuuuuck” Sihtric groaned, his hand closing softly around her neck but without really cutting her breath, as he drove into her at a brutal pace.
They both came hard, calling out for each other, chests heaving, nails digging desperately into each other’s flesh. Sihtric sunk his teeth into her shoulder, hips lurching forward before going completely still. Freydis scratched her nails down his back, leaving a red trail over his skin. Her toes curled inside her boots and she felt a couple of tears on the corner of her eyes before her sweaty body finally collapsed against the wall, Sihtric’s against her as they both went through their high, shaking with little aftershocks. They were both gasping for air, still moaning and clinging desperately to each other.
A couple of minutes went by in which they simply stayed like that until their breaths somewhat calmed down and they were finally able to open their eyes and look at each other with loving puppy eyes.
“Hi” Sihtric whispered with a sweet, dopey smile on his face.
“Hi” Freydis whispered back, nuzzling the end of her nose softly against his.
Sihtric pecked her lips “Sorry I missed your show” he rested his sweaty forehead against hers and kissed her temple.
“That’s all right. You had to prepare for yours” she assured him, pushing away some strayed locks from his face. Truly, this part was as much her favorite as the actual sex. When they both came down from their high and immediately became the softest, weakest for each other and just wanted to stay as close as possible “Sorry I missed the finale”.
Sihtric shook his head “I prefer our finale anyways, with the cute face you make when you come and your tight little-Ow!” he chuckled when Freydis hit him playfully on the shaved side of his head.
“Arse” she giggled before pecking his lips fondly “I love you”.
“I love you too” he kissed her back, running a thumb over her cheek with absolute adoration. He still marveled at times, how he had found such an extraordinary love that seemed to be made just right for him. He’d been through some really fucked up stuff growing up. Life with her, however, gave him hope that he could actually break the cycle. “I wrote a new song, you know”.
Freydis gaped at him “Already? You guys just released an album!”
Sihtric shrugged “You know how inspiration works” he grinned before his face went back to its soft, loving expression and he kissed her again before adding “It’s for you”.
“For me?”
“All my songs are for you” he smiled “Wanna hear it?”
Freydis cupped his face and pressed a deep kiss over his mouth. “Always” she whispered against his lips “All though…Can I have my underwear back first?”
“No” Sihtric grinned, smirk full or mirth “I think I’ll be keeping these as a souvenir”.
“Again!? At this rate, I’ll have none left to wear!” she protested.
“Mmm…I rather like that thought”.
“Sihtric!”
“I’m joking” he laughed, finally pulling out of her with a quiet groan and fetching something so they could clean themselves up before he returned her panties.
In that very moment, someone banged a fist against the door, and then Finan’s voice followed through the wood “Oi! If ya two lovebirds are done fucking, we’re driving to the city for drinks!”
Freydis laughed “We’ll be out in a minute!” she raised her voice.
“Hurry up! I want to get drunk!”
“You always do” Sihtric replied, shaking his head before grabbing his jacket and starting to pack his things. Freydis stepped into the small bathroom stall to splash some water on her face and fix her hair, and when she came out, her boyfriend laced his fingers with her “Let’s go. I’ll show you the song later”.
Freydis stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek “What’s it about, anyways?”
Sihtric grinned down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist resting her forehead against hers “Well, if you must know, it’s about a guy asking his girl to marry him”.
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And the underwear. What is the underwear like?
I'd also like to know what pajamas are like.
And it's probably a silly question, but I'd like to know if, for example, a girl was to wear a short dress, a short skirt or shorts, would it be indecent? Like if they were in their underwear? (The same if a boy were wearing shorts and a tank top).
What would be considered indecent or scandalous to wear?
i generally consider underwear and pajamas to be basically the same for both muggles and magical folks - it does depend a little on how close you are to muggles and where you're likely to get clothes. magical clothing ('magical' in the sense of 'magical people made it', not necessarily in the sense that the clothes have magical properties) tends to not really use elastic, so pajamas are going to have drawstrings or ties instead of elastic waistbands, and of course regulus isn't going to do the 'use an old t-shirt as a pajama shirt once it is deemed unsuitable to be worn in public' thing because he only has the vaguest awareness of what a t-shirt is and certainly one has never graced his wardrobe. he has pajama sets. like so:
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he'd never have them in this color but you get the idea
as for clothing that leaves a lot of the legs/arms uncovered: it's like, an immediate signal of 'Muggle Clothing' - people who have a lot of contact w muggles in daily life won't bat an eyelash, and it's not exactly considered *indecent* by those who are pretty isolated in magical-only communities, but there'll be reactions ranging from 'oh yeah i forgot muggles wear that' to 'i can't believe people just... go out in public like that...' to '🤨you are calling That an outfit🤨' to *insert blood purist rhetoric about muggles having no sense of decency* - but like, people wouldn't really *confront* that person about it, unless they were like, a Really fanatical death eater, or like, a teacher talking to a student who's out of uniform when they shouldn't be
in a Very isolated magical community that had *no* interaction with muggles, muggleborns, or half-bloods raised in the muggle world, it would be pretty shocking to have your knees/shoulders uncovered, but this community does not really exist. anyone who attends or has attended hogwarts is going to be familiar with the concept of knee-length and sleeveless clothing, as that's been more or less acceptable in the muggle world for the past 50 years. it might be jarring to see it, but it's considered less 'scandalous' and more 'How Muggles Dress Sometimes'
so standards for scandalous clothing would be pretty similar to where they are for muggles. maybe 10-15 years behind, because it takes a while for those clothes to bleed over from muggle settings to magical ones - nobody's going to go to hogwarts (or to king's cross to pick up their kid from school) dressed like they're going to the club, for example
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