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🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

Nicknames: Pumpkin

A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.

“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face

“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.

Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.

He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.

Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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Careful what you wish for 🕯

Pairing: Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

Nicknames: Angel, Doll, sweetness

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I’m so sorry this is late, I was extremely busy on Halloween with teacher training and university work. But this concludes Monstertober, I have some exciting things planned for November.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Candles…You look around your floor surrounded by heaps of softly glowing candles, their flames waning and brightening again and again as the flame danced in the draft of your room. “Check.” you murmured, casting your eyes back to the grimoire’s aged pages; squinting in the darkness of your room trying to see the faded ink more clearly “stupidly complicated pentagram that took me multiple attempts and almost two hours to draw. Check.” You huffed glaring down at the pentagram drawn in white chalk on your floor, the edges smudged ever so slightly from where you’d repeatedly rubbed it away, only to redraw it wrong again. “An offering.” The book had not specified the offering that you had to provide for the demon, it simply said offering in intricate calligraphy “,how very helpful.” Grumbling you crouched to your knees, placing the grimoire down and scooping up your pile of “offerings” depositing them at random in a small circle inside your pentagram. Your offerings, if you could even call them that, consisted of a some loose change you’d found under and behind furniture, some candies you had lying around from halloween that the children hadn’t taken, a lock of your hair and a deeply personal item—which was the only clear instruction in the list, and you had chosen your trusty pink vibrator. Looking at the pink vibe on the floor made you want to crawl out of your skin in embarrassment, but it made the most sense since it was very deeply personal.

You picked the book back up and seated yourself in the centre of the summoning circle, you could feel your heart rate spike as you glanced down at the page for the summoning words. Your hands shook, palms growing cold and sweaty as you began “Heed my call, hear my cry may it lead you to me from your realm far away. I command you to my side so that we may make a contract.” You bite down on your finger drawing blood and swipe it across the floor “See me now and let me see you.” You blow out the candles around you and wait. You gulp as you sit cross legged in the dark, waiting. The sound of your breathing and your blood rushing makes the silence unbearable.

Nothing happens.

After sitting there for five minutes, you climb to your feet defeated. Tears on your waterline as you throw the book to the floor and flop into bed. You felt so stupid for even thinking that something like that would work, you feel the full weight of your adrenaline rush crashing to ground as curl under your covers rocking yourself to sleep s you mentally prepare for the rent payment tomorrow.

The blown out candles relight simultaneously as he steps out of the red swirling portal “You called?” He looked down expecting to see the person who summoned him, but he found the chalk pentagram staring back at him. He bends down, picking up the book you’d thrown harshly to the floor with a frown. He dusts off the grimoire, tracing the embossing in the leather cover with his blackened fingers, turning down the heat of his brimstone skin so the book doesn't burn. From the corner of his eye he catches your body shifting under the covers. He sets the grimoire gently on your chest of drawers and pads over to your bed “Wake up my little sleeping Angel.” He whispers in a gravelly tone, forming an ‘o’ with his reddened lips and blowing a stream of cold air against your ear lobe making you stir. He seats himself on the edge of your bed trailing his hand across your sleeping form “You’re wearing too much for my liking. Let me help you with that.” He threw the covers off of you and turned you more on to your back so he could peel your baggy shirt off, moving as quiet as a mouse. You were left only in a pair of panties, your comfortable pair that you wore when you knew no one would be seeing them, Bucky smiled at them thumbing the fabric adoringly. He ran his fingers across the middle of your panties till a soaking crease was visible. “Already so horny for me, naughty little human.” Bucky pulled down your panties, taking them into his hand to see the clear, sticky proof of your arousal. He tossed the panties already able to smell the thick scent of your arousal, he knew he had to taste you. He dipped his head down, running his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you. He decided there and then he was going to claim you as his. He sucked on his fingers, getting them wet, before inserting them inside of you. Your walls drew him in, clamping so tightly around his fingers that he could barely move them. His hardened cock twitched as he imagined sliding into you, pounding you awake watching as your pleasured cries turned into pleas for him to stop. He had to stop a wicked grin from spreading across his lips. “You’ve been neglected for so long, Pet. Bucky’s gonna change that don’t you worry sweetheart. Who would neglect such a pretty pussy, so fucking tight.” His fingers start to glide through your spasming walls as they adjust to the thickness of his fingers. He targets the spongy spot inside you, debaucherous wet sounds filing the sleepy silence of your room. He paused as a soft mewl left your lips, your body shifting and your fisted hands tightening their hold on your pillow. He continued his ministrations even as your eyes fluttered open and you finally came to, your pleasured babbling pausing. You stared, horrified at the man sitting at the edge of your bed. Your eyes travelled up to the black horns on his head that looked like a ram's horns then down his red eyed that even in the darkness stuck out like a sore thumb, they shone like road studs in headlights stealing your attention before he opened his mouth displaying sharp, white teeth “Thanks for summoning me, Angel. I can see why you needed an incubus. You seem to be very pent up, but I can fix that for you.” His deep melodic voice made the initial stress you felt drift far away. You gaze drops downwards following the muscle of his neck down to the imposing bulk of his shoulders and arms, the rise and fall of his burly chest becoming hypnotising as his scent reaches your nostrils a mix of myrrh and musk that has your head swimming making you completely forget what he said. The feel of his rough palm cupping your cheek anchors you “I said, thank you for summoning me, Angel.”

“I didn’t summon an incubus. You- You have the wrong house.”

“No need to be coy. It’s fine to need a bit of help.”

“No, I genuinely didn’t summon an incubus. I wanted to Summon a demon that could help me. I'm working two jobs, I’m exhausted, the cost of everything is rising and I just can’t anymore. I'm running myself into the ground. I must have summoned the wrong type of demon.”

“Ah, that's Ari’s department. I’d contact him, but he’s a bit busy with a few cultists. So I guess you’re stuck with me for the time being, but I can help you in a different way, Doll.” His other hand reaches to the side of him and heat floods your cheeks as your eyes lock on the pink vibrator he has between his fingers. He pops it into his mouth like a hard candy and sucks it a little before spitting it back into his palm, pressing the button to turn it on “Nice and ready for you.” He chides, slipping his fingers out of your tight heat replacing the emptiness with the warmed, whirling vibrator. You feel your stomach constrict in pleasure as he guides the pink bullet in further with his fingers, positioning it right against your sweet spot. Shooting you a knowing smile as you sob your walls fluttering around his fingers as you convulse “Such a good girl for me, coming all over my fingers.” Bucky coos taking the vibe out from inside you bringing it to the head of his weeping cock moaning as he rubs it against his precum leaking slit, pumping his length with his other ashen hand “Time for you to take me sweetness.” You try to scramble away from him but he was much quicker than you, sensing your fear before it had even registered inside your brain. His warm rough palm seized your thigh pulling you back in position.

“It won’t fit! You’re going to tear me in two. Please can you just forget I summoned you.”

“Oh, Doll, that’s not how this works. You summoned me, I have duties to fulfill and in exchange for said duties I get your soul. I’m not leaving, this will not be forgotten. Regardless, you need to breathe; I’m not going to ‘tear you in two’ that sigil on your womb will make sure of it and make it pleasurable whilst I do. So calm down for me, I don’t like it when humans make my job more difficult than it has to be so behave and you’ll be rewarded.” His threats wrapped up in a sweet tone making it seem as if he wasn’t patronising you. Despite this you began to calm down, wrapping your legs around his hips and controlling your breathing. Your eyes drifted down his muscular torso, focusing on the intricate tattoo like patterns on his skin to relax your mind. The tattoos brought you down to the deep ‘v’ line of his pelvis and back to his veiny member which he was prodding to your entrance. You were pulled out of the trace-like state that his prominent veins had put you in, as he bottomed out in you until your walls were stretched taut around his meaty shaft. He stays still until the burn subsides, watching as your eyes gain a hazy, spaced out glaze and your mouth drops open in an inaudible moan. He pulls out and thrusts so hard into you that your bed scoots under the force, the sound of skin slapping skin echos through your small room as Bucky snaps his hips into you pushing himself deeper and deeper each time, his movements are slow yet rough making you feel every inch of him as he fucks into your tight heat. A surge of heat spread all the way from your hips to the sole of your feet and the tips of your fingers, you felt almost drunk on pleasure, every single thrust of his hips renewing the heat. Your whole body tingles as he presses the vibrator to your clit “God!” You scream as your legs wrapped around his waist begin to shake.

“Oh no sweet little Angel, God isn’t here. In this room, right now, I am your God. You worship me. I give you pleasure.” He purrs, swirling the vibe on your pulsing pearl as he angles the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot over an over, drawing the orgasm building inside of you to the surface making you cum with a whimpering cry.

The sound of your blood rushing in your ears filled your senses as you came down from your high, even as you came back to your senses you felt much more distanced from reality; your body felt as if it was submerged in a warm bath, and slowly but surely you were sinking below the water. Your break was cut short by Bucky continuing his thrusts, his hand pressing the vibrator to your now throbbing clit didn’t budge—he instead pushed down more harshly on your clit making your legs quake uncontrollably “Hnng! Please!” Was all you could force out before your tongue became useless, lolling out of your mouth. You came again with a shout, clawing Bucky’s back with your nails as you threw your head back into the pillow, your back arching even further into the air. You came so hard you forgot how to breathe, a heavy weight crushing your chest, as you slumped back into the mattress trying your hardest to breathe Bucky finally removed the vibe from your raw little nub. His palm flattened against your stomach where the sigil was placed rubbing a slow circle that set your nerves on fire, before he brought his hand up to the bulge in your stomach and pressed harshly with his thumb tearing a whimper from your throat.

“Fuck you can see me inside of you, Angel. I’m all up in your guts rearranging them. Turning you into the perfect little cock sleeve, gonna make sure I ruin you for any other man. Oh wait, you won't be taking any other man after me. Because; You. Belong. To. Me.” Her punctuated every word with a rough thrust, bashing your cervix which would usually hurt but whatever he did gave you a supreme, otherworldly amount of pleasure “the sigil is almost full, one more orgasm and my seed should be enough to fill it. Do you think you can take it?” He questions a small smile gracing his lips as he awaits your answer, but all you can do is mumble “So fucked out that you can’t even form a sentence, your heads probably so empty right now, my little fuck doll. It’s okay, you don’t need to think, Angel, let me do that for you; can’t expect a dumb little human like you who can’t even read the pages of a very clear, simple book correctly.” His hand slithers up your body towards your neck, wrapping around your throat before he starts to apply pressure—observing as your body begins to melt into the mattress. His thrusts continued and paired with the lack of oxygen bright flashes of white flicker across your vision. All your nerves began to thrum as you felt another orgasm coming, your wall clamped around him as you got closer to the edge. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, he released your neck allowing air to flow back into your lungs as he dipped his head down to your shoulder inking his teeth into your skin. The overwhelming sensations of lightheadedness, pleasure and pain threw your senses into orbit as you came your pussy squeezing his cock as you raked your nails across his back hard enough to draw blood. Bucky gave a few more weak, uncoordinated thrusts before he painted your insides with a wanton moan gripping the pillow hard enough for it to tear. You could barely comprehend your surroundings, you felt as if you were made of air and if Bucky let go of you you’d dissipate. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, as you stared up at Bucky’s handsome face; his sweat darkened hair glued to his forehead. He let out a chuckle, his hand caressing the sigil at your womb “Happy Halloween, Angel. This is the last one you’ll ever have to spend alone. The contract has been made and now, you belong to me. Forever.”

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

🎃Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble🎃

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

Nicknames: Pumpkin

A/N: A spooky little treat before the next Monstertober day

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

Santa Claus is coming to town 🎅🏻🎄

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: p in v, vibrator, allusions to breeding, squirting, overstimulation, kind of ddlg dynamic

Nicknames: Doe, Doe eyes, Little one, Good girl, Santa

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas or if you don’t celebrate I hope you’ve just had a nice December.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

A distant rustling woke you from your slumber and groggily you turned over, swiping your hands across the tepid mattress searching for the bulky warmth that was your boyfriend, Ari, but no matter how far you reached you couldn’t feel him. His side of the bed was noticeably vacant of his large bear-like form.

Finally you opened your eyes, confirming what you had been feeling. Ari’s side of the bed was empty; warm, but empty. Squinting your eyes you cast your gaze over to your bedside table, moving aside the tiny Christmas tree to see the bright digital clock displaying that it was almost 1 am and was now officially Christmas.

Slowly you peeled the hefty, comfy quilt off of you, slipped on your reindeer slippers that matched Ari’s and shuffled in darkness towards the bedroom door. Creaking it open cautiously, the warm, yellowish light of the hallway poured into the dark room bedroom and temporarily blinded you. When your eyes finally adjusted to the brightness you peaked your head out of the door, swivelling it to search for Ari. Then you heard the rustling again coming from the living room and it clicked. Ari was putting out the presents, he had told you the day before that he wasn’t going to put the presents out because he knew you’d snoop “I wasn’t born yesterday, Sugar. I know if I put those presents out and leave the room you’ll be shaking them up and down and trying to peek at what Santa got you. You have to be patient, or you’ll get put on the naughty list and I have no problem replacing all the gifts with coal.” You stepped back into the bedroom standing there in the darkness staring at the vacant bed, you knew you should probably go back to sleep, but you knew without Ari there the possibility of going back to sleep now was zero to none. You’d be tossing and turning until he climbed back into bed an curiosity of what all the presents looked like under the tree was making you even more impatient. You grabbed one of your teddy bears from the bed, tucking it under your arm and fiddling with the soft fur of the paw, if you were going to get told off by Ari for being up so late, you were going to need moral support.

Stepping out into the hallway, you stood in place for a moment listening. You could hear the low timbre of Ari’s voice as he hummed Christmas songs. You avoided all the creaking floor boards while you tiptoed over to the living room; peering round the corner you saw your six foot four boyfriend in a tight Santa suit, his muscular arms tensed as he held a stack of presents, placing them neatly under the tree. You unconsciously let out a small giggle at the sight before you, and that’s when you knew you were absolutely caught. You dropped your bear as you covered you mouth, Ari span around on the ball of his heel. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark and his plump, pink lips were turned down in a frown “You’re not meant to be up right now, little Doe” His was low, he didn’t sound genuinely angry and the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was a dead giveaway that he had absolutely expected for you to wake up and find him like this. But you decided to play along, after all you were tired and you did truly just want to find Ari so he could gently rock you, stroke your hair and hum you to sleep.

“I heard a noise; you weren’t in bed so I wanted to come investigate.” You mumbled, turning your gaze downward in an attempt to calm how heated your cheeks were getting just from looking into Ari’s eyes. You crouched down picking up your teddy, holding it tightly to your chest as you played with a lock of your hair.

“I think someone was just being a bad girl and was trying to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus.”

“Just missed you, Ari, promise.” You pouted, shuffling over to him hugging him tight, burying your face into his tight Santa costume; breathing in his scent, he smelt of warm vanilla, sugar cookies and bourbon. The smell of him just made you nuzzle against him more, he smelt so delicious and felt so warm, it was making your head go all fuzzy. You could feel the warmth of your cheeks slowly finding its way between your legs, making your pussy tingle as you grew more desperate for friction.

“I don’t think you’re telling the full truth, Doe eyes, is someone getting all hot down there.” One of Ari’s hands that was wrapped around your waist slipped down between your legs and began rubbing your wet slit through your panties. “You’re so wet already. You know, you can try to lie to me, but your body always tells me the truth. And it’s telling me that someone wants to have some fun with Santa that would not land them on the Nice list.” He taunted in a velvety tone.

“But I’ve been good all year, Daddy.” You murmured, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes as you squeezed him.

He rolled his eyes at your attempts “I can’t attest to that, Doe. You’ve been pretty naughty and you’re gonna have to make up for snooping, little one, or Santa might just have to take all the presents back and replace it with coal.” Ari released you walking over to the rocking chair next to the fireplace and plopping down on it. He clapped his hands on his thighs “Come take a seat on Santa’s lap, then we'll see about getting you put back on the Nice list.” Hesitantly you began to go towards Ari, his dark, stormy eyes watching your every move a you made your way to him. He shuffled forward, taking hold of your hips and lifting you up on to his lap so that your feet were dangling. “The cookies you made were great, no wonder you wouldn’t let me try them when they first came out of the oven I would have eaten them all there and then. They went great with the milk, although I did add my own little twist.” Ari let out. Low chuckle, reaching up towards the mantel to retrieve the engraved flask you had gifted him for his birthday last year. He unscrewed the cap slowly, letting you watch the tendons and veins move under the rough skin of his knuckles as he opened it, taking a long swig “I’d give you some, but Bourbon isn’t for little ones like you. Sorry, doe.” He drank the remaining contents of the flask, you were entranced by his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he drank, it was almost hypnotising. He dropped the now empty flask on the floor. Ari’s large hands took hold of your hips, repositioning you so his thigh was slowed in between your legs. He lifted up his T-shirt that you were wearing and pulled at the band of your panties “You won’t be needing these” You moved to take your panties off; he pushed your hand away and tore through the fabric “Perfect, easy access.”

“I could have just taken them off, you can’t keep ding this every time; at this rate I’ll have no panties left.”

“Good Then I can have you walking around the house always ready for me.” He brushed aside some of your hair, pressing his scratchy beard against the shell of your ear, making you squirm on his thigh “Always dripping, ready to be filled by me.” His hot breath fanned against your face, he smelt of alcohol but you felt like the one intoxicated—intoxicated by his words, his scent, how he manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him. He stroked his hand up your sides, massaging your breast briefly before returning them to their place at your hip and he began moving you up and down his thick, muscular thigh. Holding you still occasionally to grind your clit against him, watching you with lust blown eyes as you bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your moans “I want to hear you, show me how good I’m making you feel.” A strained moan escaped your lips. Ari began to Bounce the thigh you were sitting on to encourage you to move faster “That’s a good girl, keep grinding on Santa’s lap. I can feel you slick making my trousers all damp.” He could feel his dick pressing against his boxers, begging to be freed. He could only hold on for so much longer with you above him crying out for him so prettily. Then he stopped your squirming, your eyes flying open in surprise.

“Why’d you stop? Wanna keep going, so close.” You whined, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as you pushed down on his shoulders to try and move, but you couldn’t overcome his strong grip at your waist.

“Go get the pink present from under the tree. I’ll let you open it early. Only that one though, no other one’s.” As you slipped down from his lap your legs were still shaking as you came down from the high from your almost orgasm. Ari grabbed your arm pulling you up, just before you fell to the floor, and quickly switched to hold you in place with two firm hands on your hips “I got ya, Doe. My little one can’t even walk because of the pleasure I just gave her. Do you want some help going to get the present?”

“I got it, Santa.” Replied in a sing song voice

“Good girl, go on.” He gave your ass a gentle swatt as you stumbled towards the tree. You bent over as searched through the presents makin sure your dripping pussy was on display for him and then you finally found a small present wrapped in sparkly, pink, festive wrapping paper. You held it up to him, searching for approval and he gave a small nod “That’s the one, bring it over. You're gonna sit on my lap as you open it.” You did just as he said, wandering back over to him and clambering into his lap. He took a handful of your ass, giving it a squeeze. You looked to him for permission before opening it. “Well, open it.” He ushered. You beamed at him as you began to tear the pink paper to reveal a golden box, you opened the top and sat inside was a pink bullet vibrator on a pile of tissue paper “I thought it was time I got you a new one; it’s more colourful than the boring black one you have and this one has way more speeds with Bluetooth connection.” He took it from the box, pinching it between two of his fingers, and pulled out his phone tapping at it to make the vibrator spring to life “Are you ready?” He questioned, you nodded taking ahold of his shoulder to steady yourself. You squeak out a high mewl as he presses the vibe firm against your clit, before bringing it down; slipping it between your pussy lips, teasing you, watching as you nibble on your lip in anticipation for the blissful heat of to return to your clit. Ari let’s a satisfied smile stretch across his lips, before he drags it back over to your clit making you rock your hips greedily trying to chase the pleasurable sensation sprouting in your tummy. the vibration gets higher, the buzzing gets louder, the pleasure gets heightened as he plays with the setting on his phone. A satisfied grin spreading across his lips “Never in my life have I made such a worthwhile purchase. I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He began to suck on the shell of your ear, chortling briefly as he changed the pattern and speed once again as the vibration from the vibe at your clit gets stronger your whines become more broken and desperate.

“How about we go to the finally setting, so you can really test your present out.” Ari cranked up the vibration one finally time to the max setting. You began writhing on his lap, crying out and bucking your hips with wild abandon to chase the pleasure that’s building inside of you as he presses the vibrator just right against your sensitive pearl.

Then he removed it from your clit, stealing your orgasm from you just as you rested on the precipice. Ari slid the vibe into you, guiding it with his fingers to place it directly against the spongy sweet spot inside, the vibration against your inner walls “I’ll be the one to finish you off.”

“Is someone- ah! Getting jealous?” You manage to piece the words together in spite of the ecstatic y clouding your thoughts.

“Never. I know I can destroy you, even without the help of our little friend inside of you. You know it as well, or will I have to re teach you after this?” His voice grew lower, nearing a growl. He meant it as a warning, you knew that, but you knew considering the season he’d let you off. Just this once.

“Maybe later.” You quip, digging you nails into his clothed shoulders for support as you moved in time with his pistoning fingers. He pressed his large thumb to your clit drawing tight circles, adding fuel to the already blazing fire inside of you.

“I want you to cum.” He slipped the vibe out and pressed it to your clit once more and the strong thrumming electricity was all you needed to have you throwing you head back and screaming his name as your orgasm washed over you like a wave at high tide.

“More. Want more.” You cried pressing your chest against against Ari’s leeching the heat radiating off of him.

“I’m gonna give you more, my greedy little doe.” Ari pulled off his T-shirt from your body and threw it onto the couch. He cupped your breast with his hands, pinching your nipples with one hand and taking your other in his mouth; sucking it, circling the hardened nub with tongue. You trailed your hands from his shoulders up to his head and buried your fingers.

“Ari! Please, I want you inside of me!”

“Your wish is my command.” Ari slides his cock threw your folds briefly and then slipped inside. You whimpered at the pleasurable burn of Ari stretching you open, filling you so completely. His pace started slow, but he quickly began thrusting much faster and rougher. You rolled your hips into his thrusts trying to keep in time with the pace Ari setting as he circled your clit with the pink vibe. He slowed pulling out slowly before slamming back inside making a surprised high pitch yelp escape your lips. Ari’s hips stilled “Tell me how good I’m making you feel or I won’t keep moving.”

“Please. It feels so good! You’re the only one who can make me feel this way.” You keened, trying your hardest to focus on him and not let your eyes roll back.

“Good girl.” He rasped, angling his hips to hit the sweet spot directly inside of you.

You choke on your words, hands gripping hard on to the costume, clenching large fistfuls of the fabric as you cry out his name, then the warm and familiar sensation of orgasm blooms across your abdomen reaching an impossible high, you were going to come again, but this time was different you could feel a foreign pressure building in your abdomen “Ari!”

“Let it go. Come for me. I’m so close, just need your tight walls milking my cock one last time to get me there.” He groaned

“I’m gonna- gonna ahhh!” Ari’s low, husky timbre brought you to climax, but as you let go letting the pleasure bulldoze over you felt a hot liquid spray out of you, dripping down on to Ari’s thighs.

“Fuckkk you squirted all over me. You’re so fucking sexy.” He finally removed the vibrator, dropping it to the floor and grabbing your hips with both hands as he pulled you down onto his cock with newfound vigour “Is that what I do to you? Make you all fucking messy? God I’m gonna come, gonna stuff you full of me. We might even have a little Christmas miracle from this. You’d like that.” Ari’s groans melted into desperate moans as he rutted into you releasing inside of you. He paused before he bucked his hips a few times to offset the quivering of his legs from his high.

“Felt good.” You purred, leaning against his chest and fiddling with his beard. Ari lifted you up and you felt all of his seed begin to leak out of you as he placed you back on his knee.

“Here, I left one cookie for you and there’s still some milk, there’s no bourbon in it.” Ari held the cookie out to you and you took a bite, he then pressed the cup of milk to your lips and you held on to his arm as you drank the milk using it to wash down the cookie.

“They still taste pretty good, but they do go better with hot chocolate.”

“That would be too much sugar right now, little one.” He cooed, placing the cookie and milk back down on the table so he could cradle you closer to his chest. You listened to the calming, thumping rhythm of his heart as he pushed slightly rocking the rocking chair gently, whilst stroking your hair “You did so good, little Doe. I think I can officially put you back on the nice list.” His voice was just above a whisper—soothing, calm and only a tad sarcastic. But he was trying his best not to diminish the tiredness that was slowly building inside of you.

“Does that mean I can open my presents?” You laughed, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep in his protective, comforting embrace.

“Don’t be cheeky, it’s not time for that yet. You still need to get the rest of your beauty sleep, I’m surprised you have any energy after all that.”

You let out a small yawn, shuffling to be able to lean your head against Ari’s broad shoulder “Got lots of energy.” You protested, pouting slightly.

“That cute little yawn you just let out would say otherwise. Come on, Doe, it’s time for bed. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

Little update!

Everything has been resolved! At least from my perspective, I’m fine with their explanation which you can read here.

As long as it’s for personal use and not to be passed off as own work I’m fine with people downloading my fics. I just want everyone to enjoy themselves whilst reading; I know how annoying it can be if your favourite fic is deleted, so I understand the sentiment of wanting to maintain its longevity.

Regardless, I’m still thankful for being notified about the situation (specifically big thanks to @darsynia you are an actual angel Istg) and I love how our community supports each other 💕

Ummmm excuse me?????

This poster is NOT me.

I posted this fic here on 2/21/23.

How fucking dare you take a piece of my hard work and post it as yours. Whoever did this has some major fucking balls to post the exact piece in the Matt/Reader genre I look at every day.

Fuck you. I've already reported to ao3. My guess is the rest the fics posted aren't yours either.

Write your own work instead of stealing from others.

Seriously, go fuck yourself.

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

To Come Back From Doing University Stuff To See This Was So Heartwarming, Thank You All So So So Much.

Thank you for everything, I can’t wait to write more for all you lovelies 🎉

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

🎀 Daddy!Ari Levinson x Naive!Reader Drabble🎀

Warnings: thigh grinding, kind of Dark!Ari, dacryphilia

Nicknames: Doe

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He knows he shouldn’t find this attractive; your big doe eyes filled with tears and your perfect pink lips pouting ever so slightly, as you work yourself up and down his thigh seeking release. He knew he was fucked up for making you do this, but God if it didn’t make him hard. He could feel his dick begging for freedom from his grey sweats, his tip was already weeping and peeking out of the waistband. He thanked God he was wearing a shirt. He wanted to be inside you, to ruin you. But not yet. He had to control himself, the whimper that left your parted lips caused a growl to rise in his throat. He didn’t know how long he could repress the beast within him, with you soaking all the way through your panties and his sweatpants. You were wearing his favourite pair, white with pink, frilly, lace and bows—he’d bought them for you a few weeks ago, the memory of your flushed face when you unwrapped the pink paper the store clerk had wrapped them in flashed in his mind and the growl finally slipped free. You were his pure, timid little Doe and he was a wolf slowly corrupting you—moulding you into his perfect fuck toy. He wanted to taste you, to see if you really tasted as sweet as you looked. He raised his hands, from their place of digging into the couch cushion, to under his shirt you were wearing and sunk them into the supple, warm, resistant flesh of your ass—that he adored so very much. You whined in response, grinding your clit harder into his thick thigh. He loved when you wore his shirts, they were so massive on you and something about seeing you chose to wear something that was his instead of your own itched the primal, possessive part of his brain. His balls ached, as you let out another one of your high pitched moans when you rubbed your bud just right. He bit down on his lip, letting out a muffled curse as he began to bounce the thigh you were sitting on; trying to quicken your release so he could go deal with his own problem. Your tiny hands dug into his shoulders and you tried to hide your adorable, ruined face, he stopped his bouncing and removed his hands from your ass instead cupping your chin with one “Look at me Doe.” He commanded, you obliged meeting his lustful gaze with your fucked out expression.

“Come, need to come, Ari please, it tingles.” You whimper pathetically, humping his leg slowly. He was proud, you were using the word he’d taught you ‘Come’ it sounded so cute coming from your mouth. He grabbed your hips, stopping your movements and you sob in desperation.

“How about I show you another way to come, Doe eyes? How big girls come.” He felt dirty doing this to you, he felt he was corrupting you—his little, innocent Doe but he needed to feel how tight you were, he needed you to clamp around him. He needed to fuck your little brains out.

“I wanna know. Want you to show me.” You demanded, wiping away the tears of ecstasy rolling down your rose tinted cheeks. He could barely contain his excitement as he lifted you up as he stood from the couch, making sure to graze your panty covered clit with his knuckles.

“I’ll show you, Doe. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

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2 years ago

Always open to answer any questions 🫶🏻💕

Monstertober Day 5:

The empty sarcophagus𓂀

Pairing: Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, Scarab

Word count: 2.4K

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Watery sunlight from the alternative entrance of the tomb falls down onto the golden sarcophagus, brightening, waning and brightening again. You arrived early enough that it's still cold, you wanted to avoid the midday heat and its blinding, orangey light that followed; you wanted to relax in the bluish grey light, the chill of the air and the absence of people scuttling around like little ants, occupying every square inch of the tomb, searching for secrets, for riches. It was stifling, suffocating; the smell of warm, sweaty people.

You entered into the sliver of sunlight, relishing in the tepid heat that faded and intensified like the ocean lapping at the shore. The golden sarcophagus in front of you was captivating, you ran your hand across the beaten gold covering the wooden coffin letting your hand linger on the brilliant coloured glass and semi-precious stones, fingering each of them in their imperfect rows; following their designs—the story of the inhabitants life. This was just the outer layer of the sarcophagus, next to it was a much heavier coffin, believed to be made of solid gold, that your team had struggled extracting from the initial layer. You moved over to it, more light was seeping in from the entrance now; the golden coffin glimmered, the lapis lazuli, agate, carnelian, amethyst and variscite inlaid on the tomb looked truly beautiful in the soft glow of the rising sun. Ever so gently you brushed your fingers across the side of the coffin, following the curve. You lifted the lid, inching it slowly open and pushing it to the side. It was empty. You could see all the inscriptions, the story of the inhabitants' entire life, but the actual mummy was gone. A frantically carved inscription was raggedly scratched into the bottom of the tomb, your eyes narrowed, your brain burning as you translated it “Cursed be those who enter my tomb...Those that break the seal of this tomb will meet their end by me. I shall seize their neck and cast fear of myself into them…Death will be upon them.” You bit your lip, removing your shaking hands from the edge of the sarcophagus and stepping backwards on trembling legs “Just a mummy’s curse, nothing too bad that’s normal. It’s going to be fine.” You soothed yourself, taking a deep breath in. Your panic was reignited when you realised “Where the fuck is the mummy?” A thin piece of fabric wrapped around your neck and you pulled backwards harshly, falling to the ground. Your hands flew to the fabric constricting your neck scratching at it, trying to distance it from your throat as it choked you, spittle flying from your mouth as you threw your head back to see who was dragging you. It was too dark.

Your vision adjusted as you were dragged into a room lit by rushlight candles, a dusty table was in the center dotted with canopic jars. The dragging stopped as did the choking, the fabric slipped away from its place around your throat; and you began sucking air back into your lungs as you swiveled your head to see who had almost asphyxiated you. You found the missing mummy. He towered over you, his atavistic linen wrapping falling off of him, exposing areas of his ancient, brown-tinged body. His face was fully visible—it was in almost perfect condition, minus a small laceration on the side of his head—defined cheekbones, a trimmed beard and piercing eyes like polished chrysocolla. He was handsome for a mummy, that thought was quickly replaced by a myriad of questions. You slowly got to your feet, putting your arms in front of yourself protectively “Scarab…” He uttered in a drawling tone.

“Scarab? No, wait, How are you even alive?” You questioned an incredulous expression distorting your features.

“That would be because of me, Pup.” A disembodied voice admitted. You turned around to try and see the other man, squinting and staring into the shadowed parts of the tomb. Then there was movement in the darkness “Over here,” He stepped into the light of the rushlight waving one of his hands that was partly paw; his hand was deep black with pads on his fingers and palm, “Hi.”

“Anubis?” Your voice tremored, you stumbled backwards bumping into the mummy behind you. His arms pulled you into him, settling you against his chest “Get off of me!” You struggled against his grip. The smell of decaying flesh reaching your nose makes you gag.

The Jackal stalked closer “Not quite, I’m Bucky a servant of Anubis and behind you is Steve; once an extremely important attendant and warrior for the pharaoh, now he is a mummy which I reanimated.” Bucky caressed your face with his cold dog-like palm, stroking across your cheek with his thumb—the long claw-like nail just about missed your eye. “You're going to be punished for opening the tomb, Pup, isn’t she Stevie?” Steve simply grunted in response, rubbing his crotch into your ass. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip but Bucky caged you in, his hands wandering down your body caressing your waist and hips. Below the thin material of his loincloth you could see his cock get harder, lifting the fabric as it did. His hands trailed back up to your tits, giving them a squeeze before he used one his sharp nails to tear open your blouse and bra. His chilly hands tweaked your nipples, his claws cutting into your skin as he pinched, you gasped trying to pull away from his touch.

Bucky’s other hand moved down to your shorts, undoing the buttons and tugging them down to your feet along with you underwear “I can smell you, little Puppy, there’s no point in trying to get away so you should at least have some fun or we’ll give you a truly terrible curse.” His voice was low and threatening, eyes narrowed and dark as he relished in the fear present in your tear reddened eyes. Bucky goes down on his knees, carefully helping you out of your shorts and tossing them across the embalming room. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, liking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. “So wet for us, Pup, do you secretly like being shared by two people? Do you like us taking you against your will?” You whined in response turning your head away to stare at the ancient walls, one of Steve’s hands seized your face pulling you into a kiss. His mouth was cold and tasted bitter. You scrunch your nose as he deepened the kiss, then you felt Bucky slide his long tongue inside of; the hot, wet muscle filled you so well, attacking the sweet spot inside you as the bridge of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You writhed in the mummies grasp, your hands clenching and unclenching frantically—you were desperate to bury your hands in Bucky’s curls; to feel his long velvety ears and run the silky inside between your thumb and index finger. You could feel heat building in you belly as Bucky removed his tongue from your eager hole and began to suck and tease your bud, Steves kisses simply added to the sensation you head growing fuzzy from the stimulation which only intensified when Steve released your face from his hold and satiated the burning need of your clenching hole by roughly shoving two of his fingers inside you.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, slamming your head into his broad shoulder as you let out a breathy moan. “Feel good…Khepri- Scarab?” Steve probed, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes!” You whined, prying a hand from his grasp and digging your hand into Bucky’s soft hair, grinding your hips into his face trying to chase your release. He pulled away, lips red, his chin shining with spit and your slick “So close” you sobbed playing with his charcoal ears, fiddling with the golden piercing. Bucky’s large tongue licked across your inner thigh, you heard him let out a low chuckle before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. You hissed, slamming the back of his head with your fists. He released the area he’d bitten, slurping at the blood dripping down your thigh.

“You’re going to let Stevie fuck you arent you, Scarab?”

“I call her Scarab, my Scarab.” Steve grunted, tightening his hold on you so much so that you thought your wrist would snap, you could feel the bruises already forming as he strangled your wrists. You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his hard dick pressing on to your back, dripping precum “Saw her first. Like Khepri…appeared from nowhere, Scarab special. Mine.”

“Steve, you need to learn how to share. She can be both of ours, my Puppy, your Scarab. Okay?” Bucky kneads Steve’s shoulders soothingly.

“Fine. Scarab, up.” Steve picked you up, carrying you over to the table brushing his arm across it knocking the fragile canopic jars to the floor causing them to shatter. He lays you on your back on the dusty stone table; he pulled your hips closer to the edge. Staring into your eyes as he ran his red, leaking, mushroom head through your folds. You whimpered as he teased you, copying what he’d seen Bucky do earlier and playing with your puffy clit. With a single thrust he shoved himself fully inside, his dick crashing against your cervix almost painfully as he tried to fit all of his length in, giving shallow thrust to try get it all the way. A painful sting tore through you as your pussy tried to grow accustomed to the size of his girth shaft, Steve's eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Bucky grazed his hand across Steve’s arm gently “It’s not gonna fit all the way. Remember what I told you? You’re big.” The jackal chuckled at Steve’s pout and his grumbling “He’s big isn’t he, Puppy? Too big. Try to breathe. Now turn your head to the side, Steve’s not gonna be the only one having fun.” You don’t know why, but you obeyed him; turning your head so your cheek rested against the cool stone. When you turned you were met with Bucky’s cock, he’d taken off his loin cloth and now you could fully see it. It was long, thick (not as thick as Steves), with a purple vein running from the base all the way to the tip and a golden piercing through the head, matching the ones in his ears. A bead of precum dripped from the head and he smeared it across your lips. A devious smile stretching across his lips “Open up. Don’t even think about biting it or I’ll pull out all your teeth and put them in one of the canopic jars.” He lowered his voice an octave as he threatened you. Steve stopped his thrusts giving Bucky a disapproving glare.

“Don’t threaten Scarab.” He growled, making Bucky’s ears pull backwards, he nodded, looking like a puppy that just got caught chewing something they weren’t supposed to, you snickered shooting a smile at him. Your smile soon faded as Bucky’s heady scent filled your nostrils; he sheathed the full length of his veiny cock in your mouth. You could feel the head of his dick brush uncomfortably against the walls of your throat. You gaged a bit and he rasped out a moan in response “that’s it, choke on it, Puppy.” You claw at his thick, hair thighs with your nails pushing yourself off of him, saliva leaking down your chin as you glare at him with teary eyes. He tangles his fingers in your hair and begins pounding into you, disregarding your muffled pleas for him to slow down “this is a punishment after all, Pup. Can’t be too nice.”

“Scarab feels good, s-so warm.” Steve moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the room.

“I won't deny that she’s warm, but it’s also because you’re extremely cold, big guy.” Bucky used his free hand to play with your nipples, circling the hardened nub with his claw “Gonna make pleasure and pain indistinguishable for you.” Buck snarled, dragging his claws across your rib cage as he rammed his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached and mild prickling from the tiny incisions made you clench around Steve. You felt so full, your brain growing hazy as a pleasurable heat spread across your lower back.You tried to close your legs around Steve as the tingling inside you grew “She’s close. Come for us, Puppy!” He demanded quickening his thrusts in an attempt to catch up to both you and Steve. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the mummy above you. His face was flushed, mouth wide open, tears in his eyes as his brutal pace continued—the sight was enough to send you over the edge.

The sounds of Steve and Bucky’s moans cut into white noise as the coil tightening within your lower abdomen finally snapped, making your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy tensed around Steve's pulsing dick. His fingers dug into your hips as he came with a violent thrust and a gravelly grunt. Your eyes burned as Bucky’s held your face flush against his pelvis as let all of his seed flow down your throat. Bucky slipped his cock out of your mouth, the ache within your jaw finally dissipated. Begrudgingly Steve weakened his hold on your hips, whining as he slowly pulled out of you. Groggily you lifted your wrist, reading your watch—it was almost eight in the morning. The team was going to be here soon. Shakily you got to your feet, searching for your shorts that Bucky had tossed. The Jackal grabbed your arm. “I need to go, the research team is going to be here soon.”

“Oh sweet little Puppy, you’re not leaving. You’re coming with us, back to the underworld.” Bucky cooed, you felt two large hands seize your throat and squeeze, constricting your throat in his murderous grip. You fought for air, kicking at Steve's legs with your feet as he lifted you off the ground with his strong beefy arms, even below the bandaged you could see the muscles in his arms tense and his veins bulging as he used all his strength to clutch your throat. Darkness bordered your vision as the air drained from your lungs; your floundering and thrashing became more violent, you could feel the adrenaline leaving your body that was slowly growing slack “Shhh, death isn’t scary. It’s fun. You’ll travel through Duat on Ra’s boat, consult with Oris, meet master Anubis and then we can spend eternity together in the stars. Sleep now, Puppy, and when you wake we’ll begin our journey, together.”

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buckyscombatboots

2 years ago

best kinktober-monstertober is your in this whole app u leave half written or just stop writing a story its a responsible behaviour love you

Anon I’m gonna be honest here, I have no idea what this means. But thank you? I think…