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Brat tamer! Dante

Dante Sparda x reader

Hey guys! I’m back! The move with my lovely partner @rook-the-took has been going great. They also inspired me to write this little piece. Enjoy!

You were an energetic thing. Often teasing, touching, and throwing flirty winks, especially if you were out and about. Tonight was no exception. The pair of you got together at a pool hall with Enzo and a few other friends. The evening passed in easy company. With drinks, games, and good food. The two of you made your way over to one of the pool tables and set up around. You loved the way Dante’s eyebrows knit together when he focused on a shot. He shed his coat at one point so there wouldn’t be as much in the way. You leaned against his non-dominant side and slipped your hand into his back pocket.

“Are we betting money or just playing for fun?” he asked.

“Hmm, how about the loser gives a kiss to the winner?”

“Fine by me.”

Dante grinned and bumped your hip. He leaned down to align the shot, and just as he was about to, you gave his bottom a pinch. He missed, grumbling slightly under his breath. He turned his head to look at you with a raised eyebrow, and you smiled back innocently.

“What? It’s hardly my fault you’re distractible.”

Dante whacked the back of your legs lightly with the pool queue in retaliation. “Save that for when we get home, baby.”

“I would, but I don’t want to,” you replied with a giggle and took your turn.

The game went on with you two neck and neck, occasionally pausing for food and more flirting. Finally, you pulled off a trick shot and sank the final ball. You raised your arms above your head and cheered, doing a little dance in victory.

Dante clapped lightly, a proud look in his eyes, “Good job, hun. I suppose it’s time for me to pay up?”

“Yes, indeed,” you slid your arms around his neck while he cupped your cheek. He kissed you softly, but with passion. It was nice, but you didn’t want to be nice. You slid your tongue out to swipe over his bottom lip. He gasped slightly and his grip moved to your waist. He pulled back and rested his forehead on yours, “What do I have to do to get you to behave? Tie you up and fuck the brattiness out of you?”

You all but squeaked at that, but tried to downplay it, “I thought you wanted to save that kind of talk for at home?”

“Then let’s get home. Quickly.”

You made your goodbyes to the others and ushered yourselves outside to Dante’s bike. He sat you in front with his arms caging you in. There was nowhere to go, pressed against his warm, muscled chest. He came to a stop at a red light and let his hand drift down to your thigh.

He rubbed small circles that got closer and closer to your clothed pussy. You shifted under the touch and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Tell me. Is it the bike ride that’s got you riled up, or do you want to ride something else?”

“Y-you know exactly what I want,” you replied back through your helmet mic.

“Oh no, kitty. I want to hear you say it,” he teased back as the light changed and began moving again.

“Fucking make me, big boy.”

“I plan to.”

The next few minutes back to his apartment were a blur, even more so once you got inside. You barely made it to the bedroom while you stripped each other bare. You both were all hands and teeth and tongues. You fell back onto the bed and Dante crawled toward you, kissing up your body as he went, “What did that dirty little mind of yours cook up on the ride?”

“I don’t care. I just—“

“Uh uh.” Dante pulled and pinned your wrists above your head, loving the wide eyed stare you gave him, “You wanted my attention so badly, huh? Well, go on. Beg for it.”

“Oh, please,” you replied with a smirk and rubbed your leg on his hardening cock, “I’m not the only one who wanted attention.”

Dante shuddered at the touch but shifted away, “Oh, we’re still playing games? Fine by me. Just remember, you wanted this.”

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes and secured your wrists snuggly to the bedpost. He threw your legs over his shoulders and devoured your pussy like it was his favorite pizza. He went back and forth between quick flicks of his tongue over your clit and sucking deeply on it and moaning. All the while, he was spurred on by your moans and his hardening cock. He brought you to the edge three times before finally letting you cum. You screamed and writhed from the pleasure. You had managed to keep yourself from begging for release, but your walls were cracking. In truth, as badly as you wanted to cum, you also didn’t want this to end yet.

As Dante gently stroked his leaking cock against your folds, he got an idea. Nothing harsh, just a little tease. “You know, I could leave you like this, hungry and begging for more. I can see in your eyes that you’re desperate for my cock.”

You huffed and stuck out your tongue. “Who says I’m desperate?” you lied. Dante did not mistake the lust in your eyes and your dripping pussy.

“Baby, I gave you the chance to play nice…Now, you’re not going to be begging me to fuck you…” He held your wrists in a bruising grip. “Now you’re going to beg me to stop.”

He slid inside, inch by sweet inch, bottoming out balls deep. You loved the way he stretched you open, more than used to the feeling. Yet, that glint in his eye meant trouble. Dante pecked your lips one last time before baring his teeth and thrusting. He began slowly at first, finding a comfortable rhythm. The slow drag of his cock sent sparks throughout you, leaving your eyelids fluttering. But Dante knew you too well, as he could read when you adjusted to the pace. He immediately picked up speed, laughing as you gasped and jolted with pleasure.

“D-damn, you’re dick feels s-so good. Ah!”

“That’s a much better attitude, sweetheart. But I think we still have hard, sweaty work to do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and wiggled your hips to meet with his. His thrusts continued on, ranging from hard, to slow, to pounding pressure. You could feel your next orgasm building, the hot friction was too much to resist. You said as much to Dante and he gripped your hips tightly. Using the mattress as leverage, Dante began to pump into you as fast as he could.

“I’m g-getting close too. You feel too good, baby!”

You wrapped your legs around him and rocked your hips back and forth to grind your clit against his bush. You wanted everything you could get out of this man, loving the feeling of him chasing his own high alongside you. You both went tumbling over the edge of pleasure together, screaming and shaking from the effort. Dante fell beside you on the bed, gently stroking your cheek while you both caught your breath.

Once you regained the ability to speak, you stuck your tongue out and smiled, “If-if your plan was to get me to say sorry, you might want to rethink your strategy.”

Dante chuckled and went to free your hands, “I don’t know, I’m liking the results so far. Your mouth might lie, but your body’s been beggin’ for me.” To illustrate his point, he slipped a single finger inside your sex, and you shuddered and clenched around him.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got something for you too,” you say with a smirk as you flip him the bird.

“Aw, that’s cute. But bravado won’t save you,” he replied while flipping you onto your stomach. He spread your ass with his hands and spread your pussy lips with his thumbs. The stretch felt amazingly intimate and you couldn’t help but moan. With a groan, Dante slipped back inside you and set a pounding pace. The force of his thrusts were enough to have you clinging to the sheets and rocking back to meet him so you wouldn’t fall off the bed. He didn’t stop until you both saw stars.

For round 4, he had you get down on your knees to suck him off, telling how cute you looked with your mouth full.

For round 5, he picked you up and pinned against the wall. You felt weightless and he fucked up into you. You cling to his back and to your sanity with your nails dug in. You began to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. Was this your fourth or fifth orgasm that barreled?

The final round ended with you sitting in his lap, cockwarming him while he pressed a vibrator to your pussy. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and covered in ice. Your nerves were so shot that they felt like a rubber band stretched to snap. It was all too much. He twisted one of your very sore nipples between his fingers while his hot breath ghosted over your neck.

“How about now, baby? I can keep fucking the brat out of you if you aren’t ready.”

You had given up not begging two orgasms ago, but Dante continued to punish your pussy, “P-please, Dante. I can’t! I can’t take it anymore. Please, pretty please!”

His hand moved up to toy with your throat, “There it is…I think you’ve got one more in you. So, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You!”

Dante cranked the vibrations up higher, causing you to nearly choke on your tongue, “Say it again. Now!”

“You! It’s, it’s yours! This is your pussy.”

“Damn right. Now cum all over this cock for me, love.”

The overstimulation and his words drove you over the edge one last time. Wave after wave of white hot pleasure surged through you, leaving an ache of pain behind. You slumped breathless against your boyfriend, boneless. Dante kissed your shoulder and laid you down on the bed. He brought the covers up to your chin and kissed your cheek.

“I’ll be right back.”

You could only nod as you felt yourself drift into a dreamy haze. He returned a minute later with water, snacks, and a wet cloth. He cleaned the both of you up and helped you sit up to eat. Once your strength recovered, you kissed him gently and flicked his nipple in revenge. Dante barely felt it but raised a brow at you all the same.

“If I get this type of treatment after driving you nuts, I might develop a habit,” You joked.

“You say that now, but your body is about to hate you in the morning. Hearing you talk like that was worth it, I’d say.”

“You don’t scare me one bit. Fuck if you ain’t a beast, though.”

“I’m honored. Now, get some rest, brat.”

You two chatted a bit more before letting sleep take in, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Dante Sparta x reader:

Prompt: Sex pollen trope

My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉

You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.

“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”

“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”

“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.

Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.

He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.

You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.

You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”

A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.

“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.

Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.

He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.

You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”

You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?

After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.

“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”

Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?

“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”

“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”

“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.

His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”

“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.

“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”

You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”

Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.

“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”

With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.

“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”

Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.

He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”

“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”

Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.

At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.

“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.

He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”

You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”

Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.

“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.

“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”

Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.

Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”

With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.

“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.

“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”

“Oh yeah, screw them.”

“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.

You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.

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honestly tho that scene in the incredibles where mr. incredible sees the names of all the old super heroes that used to be his friends / that he knew from Back in the Day and how every one of them has been killed by syndrome is such a chilling scene for so many reasons 

like for one, everyone he knew is dead at this point and has been killed on the same island he’s at now and two, its heartbreaking bc that means that almost every hero wanted to try out being a hero again despite the laws against it and wanted to try and help someone out and relive their glory days, only to be straight up murdered like fuck that scene is just so fuckin intense

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Lesson 12: Little Bastards! (Goblins)

Apologize for the delay. I’m getting ready to move and haven’t had much time for writing lately. Here’s the next chapter, friends! Thanks so much! @rook-the-took

If the snoring of thirteen dwarves was loud, the yelling of just as many while tumbling through much too narrow tunnels was deafening. After a moment that felt simultaneously unending and instant, the party landed in what could only be described as a large crude cage. Unfortunately, before anyone could utter, “Bombur, you great oaf, get off me!” or even gain a bearing of their surroundings a herd of small grotesque creatures raced down the tunnel towards the cage.

“Bind them!”

“Take their shinies!”

“New playthings!” A chorus of horrid scratchy voices call. The first wave enters the cage and rough each member into shackles connecting the party in a chain. The rest went in after to gather anything interesting that had been dropped, mostly weapons and a few instruments.

The goblins force the company down the halls of their mountain with weapons and thrashes. Every dwarf snarls and hurls insults but knows they are outnumbered in this state. You could practically see the gears turning in their heads as they likely thought up escape routes. For now, they allow themselves to be pushed along.

“Where is Gandalf?” Bilbo whispers to you as you were the last two in the line.

“Hopefully,” you grumble, “working on a plan to get us out of yet another mess he helped walk us into.” You whirl around to bark an insult as one of the goblins whip the back of your leg. A flash of green from your eyes and the goblin collapses as it’s leg gives out from under it. That casts a smug grin across your face at least.

At last the lashes cease and the party enters into a spacious cavern lit by torches and a large red fire in the center and filled with goblins in every direction. You are all drug to the far end of the cavern before a tremendous and truly hideous goblin surrounded by armed guards. “Search them, every nook and crevice!” Even more of the foul creatures descend upon the company.

“Sire, it bit me! It bit me!” one of the foul little creatures shrieks as it runs to the large lug that called itself king. “That one! It bit me!”

All eyes turn in the direction it points its boney finger in, to you. You spit out what blood had gotten in your mouth and snarl with red tinted teeth. “You woke me from my slumber, caused me to become a landing pad for at least four Dwarfs, and then told these little bastards to get handsy with us. Be appreciative that the most I’ve done is bite back.”

The creature yelps and hides behind several of its kin. You huff in amusement and snarl one last time at the goblins, looking as formidable as possible with your arms shackled behind you.

“If it does it again, get a muzzle,” the Giant Goblin barks in laughter. The rest of the creatures join in and cause the dwarves to crowd closer around you in a protective circle, “What do we have here? Thieves? Spies? Assassins?”

“Dwarves and a…that, Your malevolence” one goblin answers with a finger pointing at you. “It did magic.”

“Count yourself lucky that is all I did,” you spit back.

The Goblin King waves a hand toward the company, “Well, don’t just stand there. Tear them apart if they won’t talk. Start with the youngest. I would say start with the girl, but I think it may be time I took another pet.”

The goblins move to press in on the company, their boney hands clawing toward them, “WAIT!” Thorin roars as he steps forward. He levels the goblin king with a stony glare, causing everyone to fall silent.

“…Well well well…Thorin: son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the mountain. But wait! I forgot you don’t have a mountain. Which makes you, nobody really.” You could just hear Thorin sigh heavily while his scowl deepened, “I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, ha, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak? A pale orc astride a white warg?”

“Azog the defiler was destroyed long ago.” Thorin says with fists clenched tightly.

“Oh, you think his defiling days are done?” The King turns to a small goblin that hangs on a crude swing by his head, “Tell the general I have his prize.”

The little goblin scurries away and the hoard surrounds the company again. Another shriek comes from the corner of the cavern where several goblins bicker over the dwarves’ belongings. “Sire! They carry The Biter!”

“Murderers and elf-friends! Slash them! Gnash them! Never let them see the light of day again!” He jumps up and charges at Thorin with his mouth agape.

Suddenly, the torches extinguish themselves and the great fire becomes a tower of glowing blue smoke. White sparks dance from the smoke and burn the goblins’ skin as well as the chain connecting the party together. With shackles still around their wrists, but now able to move independently of one another, they grab up their belongings and join in slashing the remaining creatures. “Follow me, quickly,” a familiar voice calls. Everyone turns to the source and begins to run after the pale light from the speaker’s weapon.

“Hold up a minute,” Dori pleads when the chaos of dozens of melting goblins is far enough behind. “Bilbo! Come here, my boy.” You help Bilbo find his way to Dori and climb up onto his shoulders. “Now, let’s be off.”

You all ran through the dark caverns of Goblin Town for much longer than any one would have liked, only having to stop and cull the fastest of the creatures once before coming to a halt. Gandalf lights his wand as you all catch your breath. “Thorin, two, three, four, Bofur, Bifur, seven, eight, Nori, ten, eleven; where are Fili and Kili? Here you are! That’s thirteen. Baggins and my niece, all here!”

You huff and grab each of the princes’ arms in a gentle squeeze. “Let’s get the hell out of this mountain and get us back on the path to Erebor.”

“Quite right, dear,” Gandalf continued, “We have no ponies, no food, and many goblins at our backs. Let’s move on!”

On we run, several of the dwarves taking turns carrying Bilbo as he struggles to keep up on foot.

No one hears the goblins sneaking up on the party. Or that once the squabble ends, Bilbo is no longer with you.

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Domestic fluff and Stoned Sex:

(I had the idea that a high/drunk Bucky would be very needy/ subby. I love the idea of making tough men beg. Beta read by my lovely partner @rook-the-took. Enjoy!)

When Bucky heard about weed becoming legal, he made a joke about maybe living in this century wasn’t all bad. He admitted that he had been curious in his teens, but hadn’t know where to get it. When you mentioned that you partook on occasion, Buck asked if he could try it.

You were happy to oblige. You informed him about the three H’s and how they varied. You gathered Bucky’s favorite snacks, comfy blankets, and put on his old tunes. You decided to stay sober for the first time to look after him, just in case he was the type to get paranoid while high. Thankfully, the edible seemed to relax him. Within an hour, Buck lay curled up on the couch, snuggled up in your lap while you played with his hair.

“…You are so pretty. Damn, did I get lucky,” Buck commented.

“Thank you, dear. How do you feel?”

“Fuckin’ great,” his accent got stronger as he grinned up at you, “Nothin’ hurts anymore and my brain shut up.”

You giggled and fed him some popcorn, “Good. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

After a while, Bucky fell asleep happy as a clam. From then on, this became a regular occurrence on lazy days together. You both got high and chilled, letting the rest of the world fall away.

On this day, you two were watching a movie with you tucked into Bucky’s side. His hand rested as a warm weight on your thigh. His thumb stroked gently back and forth, enjoying the soft feel of your thighs. You shifted a bit, and decided to tease him back. You turned your head to kiss along his neck.

He huffed a laugh and squirmed, “Hey, what are you up to, doll?”

“Just loving on you a bit.

“Love, are you trying to seduce me? Cause it’s working,”

You climbed into his lap and continued your kisses, “Do you mind if I take the reins this time?”

“Oh, please do. I kinda like it when you’re bossy.”

With a hand pressed to his chest, you guided Bucky to lean back on the couch. Once you were both comfy, you captured his lips with a hungry passion. You each worked fingers under clothes to begin to paw at warm skin. His hands moved up and down your back in a massage. Your lovemaking took on a lazy, warm atmosphere. You both felt relaxed and happy with each other, which fueled your desire.

You grind your still clothed pussy over his bulge, wanting to tease him a bit. Bucky winced and then giggled. “I feel like a live wire, baby girl. All thanks to you.”

You help him out of his shirt while still rubbing him, “Be a good boy for me and I’ll make you cum as much as you want,” you whisper in his ear.

Bucky shudders and groans, loving the attention. His hands land on your hips and he lifts your shirt over your head. His eyes widen and he smiles once he sees you went without a bra. Buck sits back up to put you in his lap. One arm wraps around your waist and the other cradles a tit in his hand. Buck begins to mouth at your tits, licking and sucking to hear you moan.

You high made the sensations even more intense than usual, and nothing could hold back your moans. You gripped the back of Buck’s head, egging him on with praise. “Yes! Yes, just like that, Buck.”

The sound that tore from his throat was something low, deep, filthy— not even a real word, just a groan, guttural and needy, his lips parting, his tongue darting out, his whole fucking body reacting like he was a man who had been starving his whole goddamn life, and now? Now he was looking at the best meal of his life, second only to your pussy.

“You having fun there, Bucky?”

Bucky let go of your nipple with a pop, “Fuck yeah, baby. I can’t remember the last time I needed you this bad.”

You reached down to run his cock through his pajamas, “Aw, sweet, naughty boy. Keep going. Get me ready for your cock.”

Bucky actually whined at that. A whimpering noise that made your core clench. You get up long enough to take off you bottoms before climbing back into his lap. You straddled his waist and Bucky began to work you open with his fingers. He teases gently at the edges and you clit at first before sliding one in. You threw your head back and your breath hitched, while Buck cursed under his breath.

“Holy shit, doll. Yer wetter than the rain outside. I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who’s needy.”

You whack his shoulder playfully with a laugh and lean forward to kiss him. He readily meets you in the middle. As your lips meet and tongue taste, he lets his fingers pump in and out. You moan into the kiss, not bother to hide how good his made you feel. Every touch and kiss sent chills through your body. You grin into his hand harder with each pump, adding a second and pressing his thumb into your clit. Even high, Bucky knew just what to do to make you see stars.

“Yeah, baby? You getting close? I must be must be doing a good job, huh?” he purred with a mix of teasing and desperation. There was no mistaking what he wanted to hear.

“T-the best. Gods, yes, Bucky!”

As Bucky got you closer to your peak with his fingers, you reached done to his bulge. He was rock hard and wet spit had formed on his pants. You could see how hard he was trying to keep his cool, but his gritted teeth betrayed him. You took his out of his pants so he stood erect against his stomach.

“All this, Ah! All this for me?”

“Just for you. Fuck, I’m hard hard just for you.”

Bucky lowered his mouth to you nipples again while picking up the pace with his fingers. You lets out more moans that began to sound pathetic but you didn’t care. All that mattered was how good you felt with him, because of him. It wasn’t much longer before you felt your orgasm hit you and you came with a scream of his name. Buck’s fingers pumped slowly, both to drag your pleasure out and to work you through it. You slumped against him as you caught your breath, as he rubbed your back soothingly.

Once you recovered, you found you were still wet and hungry for more, “You’re turn, baby,”

Bucky wiggled out of his pants and you set to work grinding your pussy on his shaft. He melted immediately under the touch, making happy noises when you brushed over the head. But you knew he had earned more. You sucked on his neck in appreciation, “All good, Buck?”

“Please be gracious. I did good and waited. Patiently,” he grumbled.

You pressed down on him harder and pinched a nipple, “Tell me…Tell me how badly you want it.”

Bucky slammed his head back onto the pillow with clenched teeth and sweat forming at his brow. He looked up at you with big, sad puppy eyes, “P-please, miss. Pretty Please, I need your pussy so fucking badly. I-I p-promise I’ll be good.”

There it was. You wondered how long he might take to beg so sweetly. You ceased grinding your pussy on his leaking dick and shifted to take him. With a slow stroke, you sank down onto him with combined moans. You both took a second to adjust, breathing the same air with your foreheads pressed together.

With one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, Buck adjusted his feet under himself for leverage. He fucked up into you with hard, deep thrusts, groaning and growling all the while. You rocked your hips to meet him, leaving mail marks on his shoulders and chest. You were still sensitive from before and his cock had you feeling sparks with every thrust. The two of you were nothing but an aching need for each other, a need for your combined orgasms. Filthy praise and curses fell freely from Bucky’s mouth. He fucked like their really was no tomorrow and this would be the last time he ever felt you.

With a few more grunts, Buck spilled his load deep inside. He wrapped both arms around your middle like a lifeline, on the verge of tears as he came. You stroked his hair and whispered, “Good boy,”

“Can we, can we do this again sometime?” He asked between pants.

“Of course,” you answered with a kiss at his temple.

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just wanted to share the National Down Syndrome Society’s message for this year’s World Down Syndrome Day (21st March) 💛💙

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Being Human: John Mitchell x OC

My partner @practitionerofmischief have been writing a fanfiction for this show and I decided to post some of the smutty bits that will be added into the story later. Enjoy and check it out on their blog!

Spicy kitchen drabble: I based this off a daydream I had while cooking the other night. Also Morrigan is red headwho is their 4th roommate in the story.

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Morrigan was in the kitchen, hair twisted into a bun in her pajamas while she cooked. Morrigan sets the water on to boil, then finishes chopping and seasoning the veggies for dinner. She bends down with her elbows propped on the counter while she reads the instructions over again.

She hears footsteps behind her and turns her head to find Mitchell at the doorway. He strides across the room and gets a glass from the cupboard, “Evenin’, love.”

“Hey. I’ll be done cookin’ soon.”

After filling his glass and taking a drink, he leans over to see what she’s reading. Also to press a kiss into her hair, “What do you need instructions for? You’ve made this plenty of times.”

“Aye, I have. But I’m not that great at making the roux. I like to double check.”

“That’s fair enough. Here, I’ll give ya a hand.”

The two of you set to work cooking, chatting and laughing all the while. Mitchell brushes or touches you any chance he can. The kitchen takes on a warm, cozy atmosphere that has them leaning closer together.

“How long does this need to simmer?” Michell asks as he stirs in the last ingredient.

“About 30 minutes.”

“Got it, good,” he loops his arms around her from behind and presses kisses into her skin.

Morrigan reaches a hand up to circle his wrist, “What are you up to?”

“Oh, just passing the time. We ought to have some way to entertain ourselves…Also, you look adorable right now.”

“Fine by me then.” She did not want to say out loud how tender she found this. She leans her head back on his shoulder and he sways his hips. Morrigan twists in his arms and holds him back while they dance. They giggle and sway while one kiss turns to three. They let their hands wander over familiar territory. Mitchell lets his lips travel lower to nip and suck at her neck. She lets out a gasp that only eggs him on.

“Oh, I love when ya make that sound.”

“Annie and George are nae home…” Morrigan breathes out.

“Good,” he whispers, turning up the charm.

He dives in for a deep kiss while his hand toys with the hem of her shirt. He walks the two of them backward until his hips pin her against the counter. Mitchell caresses her stomach upward until his hands rest on her tits. Her breath hitches when his fingers brush at her nipples.

“Always forget how cold ya are,” she teases.

“Ya saying I give you chills?” he jabs back with a smile. That smile that makes her melt with the puppy dog eyes.

“Plenty. Don’t stop now, sweet boy.”

Mitchell has a praise kink. She knew that and loved to see him light up at it. He descended on her neck with kisses and hickeys. Talk like that turned him into something needy. He peeled off his shirt and was quick to relieve her of hers. From this moment on, nothing would stop him from making them both sing with orgasms.

Mitchell reaches into her pajama shorts to rub at her folds and play with her clit. Morrigan grips his arm and moans. His fingers slid with ease through her wetness.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me. I love it.”

“Mitch! Keep going,”

Ever the soldier, Mitchell set to work pushing his fingers inside her tight cunt. He reaches and curls his fingers, searching for that spot that made stars appear behind her eyes. She gasps and shudders, whispering sweet nothings into her man’s ear. He circles her clit with his thumb, spurred on by her nails leaving marks on him from the pleasure.

“Y-yes! Please, more!”

He drops to his knees before her and wraps his arms around her thighs. He descends on her pussy with his tongue like a starving man. Morrigan buries a hand in his curls, feeling her eyes roll back with pleasure. “Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! I’m gonna cum!”

Mitchell chuckles into her pussy, “That’s my girl,”

He latches his lips around her clit and sucks, hard. The vibrations from his own moaning sent Morrigan over the edge. She came with a scream, legs shaking and tugging at his hair hard enough to hurt. He didn’t care. He just wanted to make her feel good, again and again.

He kisses his way back up her body to calm her down, finally capturing her lips, “Satisfied, my love?”

“V-very.” She reaches down to grip his boner through his shorts. It is his turn to shudder at the contact. “What ‘bout you? Does my good boy want more?”

“Yes, please! Turn around, won’t you.”

She does just that, clearing away space for them on the counter. Mitchell bends her at the waist, teasing her entrance with his fingers one last time, before sliding in. They both moan at the feeling, wrapped up in the feel of the other. With one hand on her breast and the other on her hip, Mitchell began to thrust with a desperate need. He stretches her open with vigor and Morrigan thanks every one of her lucky stars for this man.

“M-maybe we should cook together more often,” she jokes.

Mitchell only hums in response, already pussy drunk. His voice begun a string of groans and grunts with he fucks her. Their thighs slap together in an obscene fashion. They became nothing but hunger, ache, and desire. The waves of pleasure that coursed through Morrigan made her think she was having small orgasms every other thrust. She drools a bit when his hand comes around to play with her clit again.

“I’m gonna cum. P-please, baby. I want to cum in you so bad. Flood this amazing pussy.”

“Gods, yes!”

With a few more thrusts, Mitchell spills his load deep inside her, a shaking groaning mess of curses. He slumps forward, pinning her with his weight and absorbing her warmth. They pant and catch their breath before sinking to the floor. Mitchell presses kisses into her skin sloppily, “Thank you. Thank you, Morrigan.”

The timer went off after a few minutes. They got to their feet and help each other clean up before enjoying their meal, giggling and teasing the whole time.

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Behind Closed Doors

Military Officer Bucky AU:

The way he looks in the above gif is just too sexy! I HAD to do something about it. Enjoy!

✨You had come to visit Buck before bed and found him still in his office finishing up paperwork. After teasing touches and sweet kisses lead to more. Next thing you knew, Bucky Barnes striped you both down and had you bent over his desk.

He pounded in and out of you like there was no tomorrow.

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Buck’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Buck growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

“Buck, wait. There’s someone at the door.”

“And? It’s locked, love. I can answer whoever it is, and you can stay. Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips that had you purring. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep in a particularly sinful moan.

He pulls your hand away from your mouth, “None of this though, doll. You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck the way I want.”

You feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside you. He’s thrilled at the idea of letting everyone within earshot knowing that you are his. It sends a shiver up your spine which only ramps up your desire.

You turn your head as best you can to meet his eye with a smirk, “Then give them something to listen to, Sergeant.”

He places a hand in your hair and pulls back until you are flush against his chest, kissing your neck and pinching your nipples, “Be careful what you wish for, pretty girl.”

He tilts your chin gently forward that your gaze lands squarely on the door, just in time for another knock to echo. He breaks out his tired, bored voice to answer, the one that let’s people know he has better things, or better people to do, “What is it, trooper?”

His next thrust leaves you gasping and wondering how he can be so controlled like this. Likely pure stubbornness.

“The—the door is locked, sir.” His voice sounds hesitant, as though he is slowly picking up on what is happening.

“I’m aware,” He reaches a hand down to play with your clit, making you whimper out his name, “You can ask your question without seeing me, yes?”

“Ye—yes, sir!” the trooper answers immediately.

The urgency and panic in his voice is so out of place in this situation and your shoulders shake on a silent laugh. You cover your mouth, only realizing what you’ve done when a sharp smack sounds through the room and a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain courses from your breast straight to your throbbing pussy.

“Buck! I—oh fuck!” You hiss

The trooper keeps talking but you ignore him in favor of pinching Bucky’s thigh as payback. He only chuckles and nibbles at your neck, “I told you. No covering up those pretty lips.”

“Uh, Sir. I didn’t catch that.”

“I said get on with it, kid”

“Could say the same to you, sergeant.”

Peering back down at you, he narrows his eyes, hand moving across your chest to trap you firmly against him. With your arms now pinned under his at the elbows, there’s no way for your hands to reach your mouth, even on accident.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for.” His voice is back to a whisper, words meant just for you.

You were already in this deep, might as well go all the way and enjoy it, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

The trooper’s voice stops and you have just enough time to hear him clearing his throat alongside Buck saying “that’s my girl” before you’re being fucked out of your mind. Every sensation is made better by the knowledge that you’re not alone.

Someone can hear you. Someone can hear you Bucky Barnes pounding into you. Can hear the way you chant his name between moans and thrusts. Likely the two of you are loud enough that the whole barracks can hear you at this point and you don’t care. It’s all too much and still not enough.

“More,” you beg, “Please, Buck, I need more.”

He lowers the arm clutched across your chest, still keeping yours pinned to the sides but making it so he’s holding you across your waist instead, and brings his other hand up to your mouth.

“Suck on them.” he orders

You do so, swirling your tongue around his digits and sucking with all the worse you can muster. You hum around them and you swear you feel his knees buckle a bit. He groans into your shoulder, shuddering and wild. He’s just as turned on as you.

You release his fingers from your mouth and he immediately pushes his hand down to your cunt, instincts and muscle memory helping him find your clit straight away. He circles the bundle of nerves, pulling yet another moan out of you in the process.

Bucky moves his fingers at a pace that matches his thrusts, which are becoming quicker and shallower, the noises between you echoing louder and louder in the small room.

It’s the most perfect friction, driving you so, so close to the edge. He bites down onto your skin, no doubt leaving a bruise, and that’s all it takes. You cum hard with a scream, his name like a prayer on your tongue. Bucky follows soon after, a shaking, howling mess as he spills his load inside you. You have never felt so full, so claimed. It leaves you dizzy.

You both slump to your knees, shanking and panting, but happy. Buck turns you in his arms to meet your eye and strokes your bottom lip with his thumb. He smiles softly and kisses you gently, a stark contrast from earlier. This was the sweet side he reserved for those close to him. His tenderness had hearts growing in your eyes.

“That was amazing. It figures I had to go to war to get this lucky.”

You open your mouth to respond with something sweet, only to hear another knock at the door.

“Buck! Are you done in there yet?”

You both jerk your heads up to look at the door, thinking it would be odd for a rookie to be that bold with him, but you recognize that voice. You groan with a bit of embarrassment and really hope you can still look your friend in the eye tomorrow.

“Look, we’re all happy for you, brother. But could you keep it down a little? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“…I make no promises, Captain. But if you keep complaining I can make this last all night.”

“Fair enough. Have fun, and try not to traumatize anymore rookies, yeah?” Steve signed off as he took his leave.

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With JoAnne Fabrics going out of business I feel it is my duty as a cosplayer, historical costumer, and general sewing gremlin to help teach y'all how not to be reliant on evil overpriced mediocre big box stores for fabric and cosplay supply, cause if I catch y'all going into Homophobia Lobby to get cosplay fabrics imma have to start throwing hands. And frankly you guys all deserve better.

- Find a neighborhood full of brown people. Probably a slightly poorer neighborhod. I know, I know, but they will have small independent fabric stores. Selection in each may vary. Hispanic and Caribbean areas will give you prints that EAT. Muslim areas will give you fabrics with amazing drapery. Indian and Southeast Asian areas will give you beading that would make the House of Worth wet with envy. (Try to avoid oldwhitelady quilting stores unless you are a knitter or are specifically trying to cosplay Kirsten Larson.) (Also ask while you're there for lunch/dinner spot recommendations. Your fabric store guy usually has a buddy with a joint nextdoor with the best *insert relevant ethnic food here* you'll ever put in your mouth.)

- DEVELOP A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE OWNER OF SAID STORE. This I cannot stress enough. Abdul, my fabric guy, can and will get me whatever I want cause he knows me, knows I bring in other young people, and knows I will be back every month for more. Indie fabric stores tend to have older clients. They are anxious to see faces under 60. Just chat with whoever is in there about the kind of stuff you want and need and they will help you. This also frequently leads to discounts. I have not paid listed price for fabric in years and just walked out of Abdul's with 7~ yards of gorgeous teal satin for 10 bucks. Not a yard. Total.

- Do not be afraid of mess. The best shit comes from stores that look like a hurricane went through them. Don't try to understand the organization. (One day, 4 years into your relationship with the store, suddenly the fabric gods will reveal the knowledge to you.) Again, talk to whoever is in there about your project. They'll help.

- Give up on one stop shopping. Get your crafting supplies elsewhere. Like a small independent hardware store. There's usually an old guy in there that reminds you of an uncle who will also help you.

-Worbla and whatever other Cosplay Specific Material you're using is a fatphobic material straight from Satan's hot taint, you do not need it, and any old hardware/tractor supply dad will help you find better, more durable armor/weapon/detailing material. Don't snub your nose at paper mache and plaster of paris. Venetian Mask makers have been using it for years. Balsa wood is also your friend. Hardware store Uncles will teach you to work with both.

- Elderly people are your bffs. If you see an old person TALK TO THEM. They know how to do all kinds of shit. I know there's a hesitation around old people because of the political climate and a fear that they may be homo/trans/whatever-phobic, but hey....minds are changed by making friends. My elderly Muslim fabric supplier is an Our Flag Means Death fan because of me gushing about the teal I needed for Stede Bonnet. He wishes me happy pride now. He put bolt of rainbow in the window in June and kept it up all summer. And he'd never had a thought about queers before me.

- Don't feel limited to Craft and Fabric stores. Hardware stores are cool. They stock outdoor fabrics and umbrella and furniture covers that are very durable....my first cosplay was made out of patio furniture covers. Also upholstery stores and upholsterers have velvets and damasks and faux leather and real leather and all sorts of rich textures. Most of them will part with a few yards pretty cheap. Second hand sheets and bedspreads and curtains also make some really cool garments. A significant amount of my ren fair garb started as household goods.

- If you are forced to order fabric online, please for the love of all that is holy DO NOT BUY FROM MOOD or any other famous store. You're paying for their branding and their place on certain reality shows I will not mention. Indie is always cheaper for the quality and usually not abusing their workers.

- If the fabric/hobby/hardware/upholstery/etc store you develop a relationship with is inconveniently far from you, see if said owner is willing to take your order via phone and send it to you. You'd be surprised how accommodating people in the crafting and sewing world can be.

It all really comes down to having to form a community. I know finding multiple small stores is a lot less convenient than Joannes. But forming a relationship with a local supplier will, in the long run, yield you much better results AND put money and good back into a community near you.

(And if you're in the NYC area DM me and I'll put you in contact with Abdul. He's the absolute best and I'd do anything to help him and his business grow!!!)

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Bucky Barnes x Reader:

Prompt: Fuck Me to Sleep

There was this fic a read a few years ago with this some plot, but I can’t seem to find it. This isn’t me trying to copy it, just taking inspiration and sharing. Enjoy!

You and Bucky had gone to bed that night feeling warm and snug but you woke up again just two hours later. You tried to go back to sleep, but no luck. Whenever you couldn’t go to sleep like this, you felt restless. It wasn’t enough that you felt tired, but your skin itches for something to do. You gave Buck’s cheek a kiss before slipping out of bed. You pulled on your underwear and Bucky’s shirt and tiptoed to the kitchen.

You got a glass of water and leaned on the counter while you thought. You glanced over to your chore list for the week and decided to read it over. One that you had yet to cross off was dust out the cabinets. With a shrug, you figured now was as good of a time as any.

You stuck in one headphone, unloaded the cabinets as quietly as you could, and set to work. Within about an hour, you were nearly done. All that was left was the last cupboard and to put the dishes back.

That was the sight Bucky walked in on. You, on your knees, with your ass hanging out of the cupboard, humming along to the music.

He tapped lightly on the counter to get your attention, his voice thick with sleep, “What are you doing up, doll?”

You stilled in surprise before emerging, “Hey, Buck. Did I wake you?”

“I think. You weren’t too loud, I just got worried when I realized you weren’t there.”

You got to your feet and patted his arm, “Oh, I’m fine. I just couldn’t fall back asleep and didn’t feel like laying in bed. Go back to bed.”

“Not without you. C’mon, this can wait til morning.” He insisted

You countered, “But I’m almost done. I promise I’ll join you in a minute. I’ve got the energy.”

With that he smirked and brushed his hair out of his eyes, “I knew I was too gentle with you earlier…”

You turned your back to start putting the last of the pots away, “Oh, haha. You were great. I’m just not tired. Now, enjoy the view if you won’t leave.”

Bucky came up behind you and used his hips to press yours into the counter. He reached around you to put the last few things away and held one of your hands, “That’s the problem, doll…I know you’ve been having trouble sleeping. I thought if I wore you out then maybe you’d sleep longer. I just…want to take care of you.”

Your heartbeat picked up and you felt your skin warm. How was this man so sexy and so soft at the same time? You leaned back into him and pressed your forehead into his neck, “You do take care of me. I don’t mean to worry you…Although I do love drifting off after a good pounding.”

Bucky laughed at that and wrapped an arm around your middle, “I love it too. Feeling satisfied and safe. The way your pretty eyes roll back in your head…”

You shivered and turned to face him and give his hair a tug, “Or the way your breath hitches when I bite your neck.”

He leaned down by your ear, rumbly and challenging, “I’ve heard yours do the same…Do you want that, baby? For me to pound your sweet pussy?”

“Fuck me to sleep, Big boy.” It was a command, not a statement.

With that, Bucky lifted you by the waist and tossed you over his shoulder. You squealed and held on tight, loving the way his muscles flexed under you. Once in your room, he tossed you onto the bed so that for a moment you were weightless. You landed with a thud, which you quickly followed by more laughter and Bucky crawling toward you.

“Oh, baby. I’m gonna start hard and slow. Then I’m gonna be rough and fast.”

“Yes, please,” you all but purred.

He kissed you, long and slowly while his hand reached under your shirt to pinch at your nipple. You gasped and he slipped his tongue with a smirk. His metal fingers slipped down into your panties, making you shudder at the cold, thrilled though by his touch. He pressed two fingers inside and groaned at your wetness.

“Fuck, doll. You might just be the death of me,” he said as he began to pump in and out.

“Please, Buck. God, I need you,” your voice took on a whining tone as he played with your clit. You moaned and squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

You tugged at the waistband of his pants and gave him your best pleading eyes. Bucky growled before getting to his feet and pulled them off. He was back on you in an instant, lining his cock up with your pussy. You both groaned as he slid in slowly up to the hilt.

True to his word, he set a pace that was slow but stole your breath with the force of his thrusts. You felt as though your body was on fire and he was the only thing that could put you out. He leaned down to kiss and bite at your neck, which only added to your pleasure. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled, spurring him on further. He quickened his pace and set to work at your clit again. Lightning coursed through you and he had you cumming in a matter of minutes. You screamed and writhed, loving every second of it.

He pulled out of you, still rock hard, and kissed his way up your body while you caught your breath, “Atta girl. Such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Buck. That was so good.”

“I ain’t done yet…Turn over, love,”

“…Yes, sir.”

Once on your stomach, you stuck your ass up high and have a little shake. Buck swore and gripped your hips tight, then slid in with a quick thrust. Your now sensitive nerves sent a jolt through you and you cried out for more. He smacked your ass twice for good measure. This time, he set a quick, brutal pace that made the bed shake. Bucky reached down to grip the back of your neck and press you harder into the mattress. He was a beast, plain and simple. You drooled from his thrusts, because nothing else mattered to you in that moment then cumming on his thick cock.

“You still with me, baby?” he asked as he slowed his pace a bit, and toyed with your clit again.

“I’m -oh, fuck!- Don’t stop!” You turned your head as best you could to meet his eye, “I’m fine. B-bruise me. Mark me. I don’t care. J-just, please make me cum again!

Bucky always kept his word with you. He grunted a groan, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of your body. You came again and again, screaming his name and praying the bed would hold up. He had never pounded your pussy with this much vigor. When you finally went limp, you felt like pudding and your mind cock drunk. Bucky held you close, kissing you gently and massaging your sore muscles.

“Satisfied, baby?”

“V-very,”

“Good. Get some sleep.”

You used the last bit of energy you had to kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You fell asleep in each other’s arms, happy and blissful

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Lesson 11: Thunder Battle

Here’s the next chapter for you, lads, lasses, and lassos! Cross posted on my AO3 MadameMayhem22, and with my partner @practitionerofmischief. Enjoy and be merry.

The weather took a turn for the worse, a thunderstorm like no other had descended upon the company as you made your way across the mountain pass. Lightning lit up the sky in blinding flashes as the rain and wind beat down on them without mercy. Thorin leads the group, keeping one hand on whoever was behind him to not become separated. He turns his head just in time to see Bilbo lose his footing as the stone beneath him gave way under their conditions. Dwalin was quick to grab him by the shoulder to steady him and catch his breath.

“We must find shelter!” Thorin yells to be heard over the din.

Balin gasps. “This is no thunderstorm! It’s a thunder battle! Look!”

“Well, Bless me!” Bofur exclaimed, “The legends are true. Giants, stone giants!” He was just audible over the pounding rain and crashing rock as one giant hurled a boulder at the other. The sound rang out louder than any thunderstorm, and everyone shielded themselves as rubble fell down around them. Immediately, they shuffle to get away, while struggling to keep their balance from the vibrations. That was when we realized that our path is on the third stone giant’s knee.

The stone giant’s knees buckled and he fell forward into the mountain side, carrying half the company with it. The crashing sound was nearly deafening, though nothing could prepare us for Thorin’s scream of anguish.

“NOOOO! No, Kili!” He rushes forward to see the damage.

Your heart broke at the thought, but you grip Kili’s hand tighter, “Wrong nephew, dipshit!”

“Damn their matching cloaks! Fili!”

Half of the company lay sprawled on the ground, bruised but alive. Fili must have overheard because he sat up with wide eyes and a groan, “Did you call me Kili again, Uncle?”

He groans in exasperation, but still helps Fili to his feet and hugs him tight.

“Where’s our burglar? Where’s the hobbit?!” Dwalin shouts when he realizes our headcount was short. Everyone yells and helps Bilbo back towards safety. You breathe a sigh of relief and pat him on the back to reassure him.

“Thank goodness. I thought we lost our burglar,” said Dwalin.

“He’s been lost ever since he left home,” Thorin spoke up with a start. “He’s thought of nothing but his safe bed and his warm hearth since he stepped out his door. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us. We must find shelter.”

Everyone stills, startled by the harshness of his words. No one spoke, all too afraid their king would loose his venom on them. After a long moment, he starts their hike again toward shelter. “Another minute kingly tantrum, Blibo. Nothing more than stress escaping like steam from a kettle,” you murmur to the hobbit.

Several tense minutes later, the company finds their way to a cave carved into the bedrock. It isn’t much, but it will be enough to get them out of the storm.

“It looks safe enough,” said Dwalin.

“Search the back,” Thorin ordered, “Caves in the mountain are seldom unoccupied.”

He comes back a minute later with nothing to report. The company all breathes a sigh of relief and drops their packs. Gloin drops a bundle of wood on the floor and rubs his hands together, “Right then! Let’s get a wee fire going.”

“No. No, fires, not in this place. Get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Balin stalls. “We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan.”

“Plans change. Fili, Kili, take first watch.”

Everyone drops their wet things to dry and quickly finishes off a hurried dinner before spreading out to sleep. Just on the brink of sleep, you hear movement from the corner of the cave. Bilbo comes into your view, all of his things packed and looking ready to depart. Bofur speaks up before you are able to.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to Rivendell.”

“No, you can’t turn back now, you’re part of the company. You’re one of us.”

“I’m not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I’m not a Took, I’m a Baggins. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have never ran out my door.”

“You’re homesick; I understand.”

“No, you don’t! You don’t understand, none of you do- you’re dwarves! You’re used to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere,” he pauses. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No,” Bofur gently interrupts. “You’re right. We don’t belong anywhere… I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.” He places a comforting hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. “What’s that?”

They both look to Bilbo’s sword, gently glowing within its sheath. The ground begins to shake and Thorin yells. “Wake up! Wake up!” The floor gives way and the party falls through.

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Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

When he pulls back, a smirk is once again in place. “Be careful what you ask for, mesh’la.”

He grabs your chin and turns you so you’re facing forward, facing the door, once more. He circles his hips, hand trailing down to your breasts just as another knock comes through.

“What is it, trooper?” Wolffe uses his tired, bored voice. The one that let’s everyone know he has better things to be doing. Or, in this case, better people.

As you gasp again against the jolt of pleasure from his cock rubbing along the edges of your cunt, you wonder how in the fucking hell he can manage to be so controlled.

Probably pure stubbornness.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Wolffe flicks a thumb over a nipple and you hiss, almost missing the trooper’s response.

“The— The door’s locked, sir,” his voice is hesitant. Wary. And, based on the way Wolffe keeps moving inside you, the way he keeps flicking and massaging your breasts, if he doesn’t already know what’s going on, he will soon enough.

“I’m aware . . .” Wolffe pauses, pointedly waiting, you assume, for the trooper to give his name.

“Um, Catcher, sir.”

Wolffe pulls out of you halfway, thrusting back in and masking your moan with his next words.

“Right. I’m aware the door’s locked, Catcher,” he lets out a loud sigh and you roll your eyes even though you’re mid-whimper. Always so dramatic. “You can talk to me without seeing me, can’t you?”

“Ye— yes, sir,” Catcher says immediately.

The urgency and panic in his voice is so out of place in this situation and your shoulders shake on a silent laugh. You cover your mouth, only realizing what you’ve done when a sharp smack sounds through the room and a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain courses from your breast straight to your throbbing pussy.

“Wolffe!” you hiss.

Catcher continues talking but you ignore him to lean back and glare at the man behind you. He smirks down at you, not the least bit contrite, fingers soothing the reddening mark on your breast.

“I told you,” he says, making no attempt to lower his voice, “no covering up that pretty mouth of yours.”

You open said mouth, about to say something to show him just how pretty it can be, when:

“Uh, Sir?” Catcher hesitates, “I didn’t catch that.”

Wolffe rolls his eye. “I said get on with it, kid.”

“Could say the same to you, Commander,” you grumble.

Peering back down at you, he narrows his eyes, hand moving across your chest to trap you firmly against him. With your arms now pinned under his at the elbows, there’s no way for your hands to reach your mouth, even on accident.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for.” His voice is back to a whisper, words meant just for you.

Deciding that if you’re in this deep already, you might as well enjoy it, you grin and say, louder, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

Catcher’s voice stops and you have just enough time to hear him clearing his throat alongside Wolffe saying “that’s my girl” before you’re being fucked out of your mind. Every sensation is made better by the knowledge that you’re not alone.

Someone can hear you. Can hear Wolffe pounding into you. Can hear you chanting his name between moans loud enough they can probably reach outside the entire fucking barrack, let alone just outside this room.

You cling to the only thing your hands can reach — Wolffe’s arm — and try to focus on the door, try to listen and see if Catcher is saying anything else, but you can’t.

The force of Wolffe’s thrusts — all the way out, all the way back in, hitting the exact right places over and over and over — are too much and still not enough.

“More,” you moan, your decision to no longer care who hears you leaving you uninhibited, especially when the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud, “Wolffe, I need more.”

He lowers the arm clutched across your chest, still keeping yours pinned to the sides but making it so he’s holding you across your waist instead, and brings his other hand up to your mouth.

“Lick it,” he rasps, voice finally giving away how close he must be, too.

You do as he says, tongue swiping up and down his fingers, sucking on them when he gently pushes between your lips. You close your eyes, humming around the thick, rough length of them and wishing you’d had time earlier to suck on his cock instead. When Wolffe groans into your neck, his cock jumping inside you as he stutters on a thrust, you know he’s thinking the same.

You release his fingers from your mouth and he immediately pushes his hand down to your cunt, instincts and muscle memory helping him find your clit straight away. He circles the bundle of nerves, pulling yet another moan out of you in the process.

Wolffe moves his fingers at a pace that matches his thrusts, which are becoming quicker and shallower, the noises between you echoing louder and louder in the small room.

The combination of his cock and his fingers has you close. So, so close. Your fingernails dig into his forearm and you lean your head back, neck exposed, trusting that Wolffe will know the last thing you need to get you all the way there.

And as always, Wolffe never disappoints.

“Want my teeth on you, mesh’la?” he grunts, thrusts reaching a speed you didn’t even think was possible. “That what you need, dirty fucking girl?”

He slams into you and you whine up at the ceiling. Of course he’d want to play with you now.

“Wolffe, please,” your moan is more of a sob and you can feel him smirk into your neck, the bastard.

“Don’t worry,” he licks a circle into your skin, “I’ll take care of you.”

And then he bites you.

His teeth sink into the space between your neck and shoulder just hard enough to leave an outline of his mouth without drawing blood. Just enough to leave his mark where others can’t see.

The slight twinge of pain is immediately overwhelmed by a wave of white-hot pleasure that shoots down your entire body, flooding your pussy and making you cry out.

“Wolffe, fuck!” you shout as you clinch around his cock and rub against his fingers to ride out the wave of an orgasm so intense you can barely fucking see.

Lips still firmly pressed into your skin, Wolffe growls, deep and primal, and, with a final, forceful thrust that nearly sends you back to the edge, he releases inside you. Closing your eyes, you squeeze around him again, soaking in the feeling of being so full.

The room is quiet apart from your shared panting. As you come down from your high, you rub circles into Wolffe’s arm, soothing over the crescent-shaped marks left by your nails. After a moment, he raises his head from your shoulder and looks down at you, golden eye soft the way it always is, after.

Once again, you open your mouth to say something — this time something romantic, something sweet. The kind of words Anakin is always embarrassing himself with by saying to Senator Amidala.

“I-”

“Wolffe! Are you done in there yet?”

Wolffe jerks his head up to the door, no doubt wondering why a shiny would be so bold as to call him by his name and not his rank. But you know this voice almost immediately, and grimace as Sinker continues.

“We’re all real happy for you, brother, but some of us value our sleep, you know.”

Finally realizing who the voice belongs to, Wolffe’s scowl turns into a self-satisfied smirk. You shake your head, not relishing whatever’s about to come out of his mouth next.

“Keep complaining, Sergeant,” he yells across the room. “I can keep this going all night if I have to.”

He looks down at you as he says the last past and you swallow hard. As if to prove his point, his cock, still inside you, twitches with renewed interest. It brushes just enough against your sensitive walls that you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“I’d listen to him, if I were you, boys,” you say, a bit breathless, and all the noises outside the door cease.

You and Wolffe stare at each other, eyebrows raised. After a moment of silence, Sinker clears his throat. “Just . . . try not to traumatize any more of the shinnies, yeah?”

You hear his footsteps echo down the hall, away from the room. Wolffe chuckles, kissing your cheek. You shake your head once more, but a smile tugs at your lips.

“We cannot do that again.”

Wolffe shrugs, removing his arm from across your waist and finally pulling out, rubbing a hand across your back when you gasp at the emptiness. “You seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it. And who cares what the boys thought. It’s good for them to remember I’ve got some bite to my bark.”

You turn around to look at him, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to keep as much of him inside you as possible. Leaning against the desk he had you bent over earlier, your eyes trace his body, from the top of his scar to his already hardening cock. You give up trying to hold back your smile and laugh, nodding down at his length.

“You really could go again right now, couldn’t you?”

He steps forward, your smile reflected on his face, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only for you,” he says softly, not a hint of his earlier cockiness in his voice now.

You close your eyes and push your cheek into his palm, trying to steady the thrumming of your heart in your chest and through your veins.

Wolffe leans down, breath warm and intoxicating against your skin. “Let me make you scream my name again, love.”

Love. He’s called you that a lot tonight. It’s not new, he’s said it before. But your heart still clinches every time the word leaves his mouth.

Another shiver runs up your spine and you hum, tilting your head against his ear. There’s so much about Wolffe you love. So much you want to explore. So much you want him to do to you. So much you want to do to him.

You place a hand against his chest and push him, catching him off guard enough to allow you to force a switch in positions.

With him against the desk now, you open your eyes and keep your mouth at his ear, hand trailing from his chest to grip his cock.

“Let me make you scream my name.”

You feel him smile against your neck yet again and his next words rumble through your body, reaching you in all the places you know his hands will soon follow.

“Give it your best shot, mesh’la.”

And you do.

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Lesson 10: Childhood Stories

We decided to do some fluffy stories with our boys, since we don’t get much of it in the movies. Enjoy. @practitionerofmischief

After about two days of hiking, the company was weary of the silence and boredom. Several tossed about jokes to lighten their load. Thorin had shared word of the map’s message, which put everyone in a good mood to know they were making good time.

Kili saddled up next to you as you walked and bumped your shoulders, “Hey, y/n. Are you as bored as I am?”

“Probably,” you answered as you readjusted your bag, “Though there’s not much for it while we’re on foot.”

“Yeah…ugh, I know. I just rather prefer the ponies,” he groaned out a bit.

“Ki, do you just want attention?” you questioned with a teasing smirk.

He looked away, but smiled, “Maybe a little…at least something to break up the walk.”

You blew air out in a long sigh as you thought. Then an idea struck you, “Care to swap some stories? I’ll tell you a funny one from when I was a kid if you tell me one of yours.”

Kili perked up immediately and smiled, “Deal! You first so I can think.”

“Alright, so…When I was about 10, Radagast taught me his spell for speaking with animals. I got pretty good at understanding them, but the tone was tricky. One day, a couple raccoons came to me saying that a baby bird had fallen from its nest and was hurt. Obviously, I panicked a little. They led me straight to the tree, but I couldn’t find anything. I climbed up to look for a nest and I did find one, but they were all fine. The raccoons spooked me on my way down and made me fall. Turns out it was all a prank. Just some bruises, but they were laughing their heads off. Don’t worry, I got them back later.”

Kili laughed and patted your shoulder, “You were pranked by raccoons?! I swear, love, you get more interesting everyday.”

“Thank you, Ki,” you chuckle. “Your turn now.”

“Right, suppose I have to tell one on me now…Oh! I got one. I chipped a tooth when I was little trying to eat a rock.”

“…Why would you try to eat a rock? I know you’re dwarves, but still…”

Fili shimmed up next to us on the trail, “What’s this I hear? Are we messing with Kili? You know that is my second favorite pastime.”

“We’re telling funny stories from our childhoods. Care to share when Ki is done?”

“Sure thing. Go on, brother.”

“Right. When we were pebbles-”

You interrupt him with a squeal that causes the party to momentarily stop. “You call child Dwarfs ‘pebbles’? That is adorable!” The boys smile sweetly at your reactions while the party continues on with minimal eye rolling, also followed by sweet smirks.

“As I was saying, when we were pebbles, I overheard Mr. Dwalin talking with some merchants about ‘rock candy’. I stopped listening after I heard the word candy and snuck a handful while their backs were turned. They were meant to be little chocolates that had been colored to look like real rocks, unfortunately, I got an actual rock. I bit down on it and it chipped my tooth. Amad scolded me for stealing when she found out, and Mr. Dwalin still likes to tease me about it from time to time.”

You and Fili both threw your heads back with laughter. “Your turn, Fili.”

He thinks for a moment longer before groaning playfully. “I suppose you may enjoy the time I broke my foot attempting to impress a girl in Ered Luin?”

“Now you have to tell,” you laugh.

“I will. So, it was when I was first learning to forge under Uncle’s teachings. He had to go run an errand and left me alone with the dagger I was making.”

“His first mistake.” Kili poked.

“Yeah, right. While I was working, I noticed a girl passing by that I fancied at the time. She waved at me and I did my best charming grin. Then I thought I might try to impress her. See, Thorin’s hammer for forging was much larger than mine at the time since I hadn’t yet come of age and was just learning. He had told me explicitly not to mess with it since I could end up hurting myself by accident-”

“But you know how well we listen by now,” Kili interrupted.

Fili rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his brother. “Yes, we tend to tune out a good deal of warnings. I hid my hammer behind the water bucket and took up Uncle’s instead to show her how strong I was. All was going well until Uncle came back and startled me. Then I dropped the damn thing on my foot. The girl walked off giggling with her friends while Thorin chewed me out. We got home, Oin pronounced my foot properly broken, and Amad went off. She forbade me from going back into a forge until I had fully healed plus two moons to be sure I learned a lesson.”

“Oh dear,” you sympathetically laugh.

“Wait! Was this that Loraine girl with the long blond hair that loved to gossip?”

“The very same.”

Kili bellowed out a laugh. “Be glad nothing came of that crush, brother. She and her friends were cruel as orcs.”

The three of you laughed and continued telling stories until the party stopped to set up camp for the night.