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buckys-little-hoe · 3 months

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dark nights

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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.

content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.

As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.

When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.

Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.

"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.

"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.

"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."

Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."

You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.

"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.

"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.

"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.

Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."

Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.

"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."

"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.

"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."

You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.

"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.

"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."

Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.

"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."

You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.

Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.

"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."

"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."

You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.

Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.

"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."

"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."

"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."

Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.

"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.

His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.

"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."

"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.

The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?

Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.

"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."

His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.

Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.

"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.

Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.

"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."

All you can let out is a weak whimper.

Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.

You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.

You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.

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buckys-little-hoe · 4 months

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buckys-little-hoe · 5 months

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𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵' 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬

PAIRING: Ghostface!Theodore Nott x Reader

SUMMARY: A killer is on the loose at Hogwarts and he has his eye on a prize, or victim — you.

WORD COUNT: 4K

WARNINGS: MDNI! NonCon/DubCon. Oral sex (male receiving). Death threats. Degradation. Breathe play. Physical violence. Dacryphilia. Reader's POV. It's really twisted so don't read it if you're uncomfortable.

A/N: It's the first time I've written dark content, my opinion is that it turned out pretty good. The title is inspired by the Def Leppard song of the same name.

A dark aura had covered Hogwarts ever since the horrific murders began to haunt the hundred-odd stone corridors, a mysterious and suffocating tension taking over the once magical atmosphere of the school. What was once a place of enchantment and wonder had quickly turned into a land of fear and distrust directed at each other.

The usual laughter and carefree conversations were replaced by hushed whispers and nervous glances over the shoulder to make sure no one was following behind, and any stare longer than deemed necessary was grounds for speculating that someone was the mysterious killer.

Walks around the castle were no longer unrestricted, with teachers forced to accompany students after classes and to the dorms at the end of the day, always with their wands in hand, wondering if the next victim was someone they knew.

But the most suspicious and unnerving part was that the killer didn't usually use magic in his attacks, but seemed to enjoy stabbing his target multiple times. It didn't take long for the whisper that the sicario must be a muggle-born to spread, leading to even more hostility towards the group, but you just figured that the evildoer had finer points of cruelty than a quick spell could solve.

In any case, you kept a considerable distance from everyone since the attacks began to persist, carefully scrutinizing any interaction you had, even with the teachers, and that's why you didn't doubt that Professor Sprout could jump out of a bush with a knife in her hand at any second to gut you to death — maybe you were such a good student that she was afraid you'd steal her job one day, as if you'd want to lead such a boring subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts would be more useful, but it wasn't as if teachers needed the help of a maniac to get killed or fired.

Still, it was extremely suspicious that she had left you alone in the greenhouse to pick up some supplies for the Venomous Tentacula, you thought it was quite appropriate for a premonition if she was indeed the killer, but when she took much longer than necessary to return and night descended on the school grounds, you knew you had to get out of there as soon as possible and that was exactly what you were determined to do, taking long, quick strides, but trying not to attract attention until you reached the not-so-safe, but still better than the dark, bare grounds of Hogwarts.

You were close, everything was fine, nothing would happen, no one would dare lay a finger on you, not with your parents being who they were, they would kill the culprit before he could hurt you, were the not-so-comforting affirmations you repeated in your head with every step towards the castle, the sounds of your well-polished shoes echoed eerily in the stillness, and every distant rustle or flickering shadow only helped to intensify your paranoia.

The distant snap of a twig that you wouldn't have heard otherwise if it hadn't been for your heightened senses made you turn your head quickly towards the trees that were swaying their leaves quietly as if taunting you, but there was no one in the darkness, and you pulled your cloak tighter against your body, hurrying your steps even though it felt like you couldn't move.

The icy breeze seemed to whisper secrets that only it could understand, and when one like a soft, mocking laugh reached your ears, a shiver ran down your spine, your heart racing in your ribcage at the same time as your pupils dilated in a clear response from your sympathetic nervous system that was preparing you to flight or fight, but it was when you turned your gaze in the direction of the castle that your mouth went dry and your eyes glazed over, but it only took a few blinks to be sure that it wasn't a figment of your worst dreams.

Standing a few meters away from you was an image that would surely be conjured up as your own boggart if you were lucky enough to survive the night. The rest of its broad and tall body seemed to blend into the shrouding darkness that insisted on covering the field, but the white mask seemed to radiate sadism directed solely at you, its eyes, piercing the obsidian void, fixed on you with a disturbing intensity, it was a presence that exuded evil.

The world seemed to freeze in that sinister moment, the desolation of the uninhabited field amplifying the pure dread that coursed through your veins like an injectable drug that was pumped harder with every beat of your frantic heart. The much-dreaded encounter moved from the realm of speculation to horrifying reality, leaving you paralyzed in a nightmarish standoff with the embodiment of your darkest fears.

“Well, well, my dear,” a voice boomed in your mind, making you shudder from the sudden headache that afflicted you. “It seems we've finally met, I've been looking forward to this moment, haven't you? You look so deliciously terrified.”

Your breathing became ragged, a little from the pain of each word, but also from the implication that he was watching you, you would be his next victim, there was no escape, “Who... Who are you? What do you want?”

The questions that left your trembling lips were empty and trivial, even idiotic, it was quite likely that the other victims had asked the same thing before being brutally butchered, but they were the only things your mind could think of, trying to buy some time to collect your thoughts and think of a way to escape.

“Oh, you can call me Ghostface, my dear, you'll have enough time to learn to shout it when I'm having fun with you in a little while,” this time the voice didn't sound in your head, and you could sense that there was an amusement in its tone, the sick fuck was having fun with it. “As for what I want, it's quite simple. I want you, and I've already got it.”

The frightening figure began to take large strides towards you, your stomach churning at the image, he looked as if he was going to devour you alive, but as if a light bulb had switched on in your mind, your hands reached for the holster of your wand, pulling to point it at Ghostface who was getting closer and closer, you were even willing to use one of the Unforgivable Curses, surely Azkaban was better than being eviscerated to death, but before you could conjure up a spell, a loud and angry “Expelliarmus!” rang out, sending your wand away hard enough.

“You fucking bitch,” your attacker's voice rang out with a venomous rage, one that promised to take its hateful time to hack you to pieces, making every fiber of your being shake with fear, but before his large hands could grab your forearm, you turned in a desperate, frantic run for your life towards the looming forest at the far end of the field. The darkness of the forbidden area offered uncertain refuge, but it was your only chance against a ruthless torturer.

Your lungs burned as you ran through the desert terrain, your legs felt like they would give way at any second if it wasn't for the pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, and Ghostface's sinister laughter echoing behind you was the soundtrack that reminded you that you just couldn't stop even if tears clouded your vision.

You were so close to the undergrowth that preceded the forest, believing that even death by one of the strange creatures that lived there was better than the feeling of a blade in your stomach, but before you could venture into the trees, a vice-like grip slipped around your waist and a cry of despair tore from your throat, kicking the air as your body was manhandled to face Ghostface, the mask hanging over his face, but it was still possible to see his malevolent eyes gleaming with a perverse triumph.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore,” he said angrily, using one of his hands to squeeze your cheek tightly, almost leaving a taste of blood when the soft flesh was pressed against your teeth, his other arm still holding your waist with an ease that showed you were exactly where he wanted you. “Haven't you ever watched horror movies? You never run into the woods.”

The tightness in your face slowly eased and you wanted to scream and spit in his face, but you were too scared to dare do anything that would hasten your demise, closing your eyes as tears began to fall like cascades from your eyes, the despair of the situation you were in beginning to sink in, your stomach churning as you felt like you might throw up at any minute, but your breath caught in your throat as you felt the icy blade against your cheek.

“You see, I was trying to be a nice guy to you, I got rid of that stupid professor so you wouldn't have to spend the rest of the afternoon digging pots of dirt, but you're so stupid that it took you almost an hour to realize she wasn't coming back,” he killed Professor Sprout. “Open your eyes!” He commanded, pushing the tip of the knife just enough against your flesh to leave a mark, but not hurt your pretty little face, not when he hadn't had enough fun yet, and you obeyed his command slowly, blinking a few times to keep the tears at bay, but they kept falling non-stop. “There you go, the fear in your eyes is so endearing. It's almost like a drug to me. I thrive on your terror, darling.”

There was an amusement in his voice, but also a softness that could make any other idiot relax, but not you, this behavior only served to show how you were dealing with a disturbed mind, one that could kill you at any second if you even dared to breathe wrong, it was a kind of psychological terror that you weren't sure he was aware of.

“Keep crying, darling, I like your tears,” he whispered as if in a trance, his eyes fixed on how red and swollen your eyes were, your face completely destroyed by your own despair and all of it caused by him. Oh, how he would have liked to remove the mask and lick away your tears, savoring every salty drop like an expensive wine, but he wouldn't end the fun so soon, he'd have time to do it later if you were a good enough girl to earn the privilege of surviving. “I've always dreamed of you crying and kicking while I arrange your guts before gutting you. I spent all day rehearsing in front of the mirror to say that to you, did you like it? I thought it was quite funny.”

You felt numb, taking a few seconds longer than necessary to grasp the words that left his lips as normally as if he had just said good morning — had you ever greeted him in the hallway? Was he a friend or a classmate? Was he an enemy or someone you had bullied in your school years? — but then desperate screams began to escape as you struggled in his arms, turning from side to side in an attempt to escape, but you were so much weaker than him.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch,” he was clearly stressed with your bad behavior while he was genuinely trying to be a nice guy to you, he was trying to make things more comfortable, but you seemed to want to be treated like a whore so it would be. The grip on your waist tightened at the same time as he pressed the knife against your neck, no longer worrying if it would cut. “You'd better just open that filthy mouth of yours to beg for my cock or I'll kill every single one of your friends and make you drink their blood while I fuck you until you beg me to stop because you're so fucking sore, but I'll only stop when I’ve had enough of your pretty little cunt, do you understand it?”

You nodded affirmatively as he pressed the blade harder against your jugular, too afraid of his threats that sounded a lot more like promises, knowing that you had no chance against him other than giving in to his every depraved desire if you wanted to have the slightest chance of surviving. It was funny to him how your tough façade had crumbled so quickly, a little fear is always good for taming a slut.

“I asked you if you understood, you stupid whore,” his patience was wearing thin, you were lucky you had something he was interested in or your lifeless body would have been dumped to be found the next morning a long time ago.

“Y-yes,” you said in a crying voice, closing your eyes in the hope of waking up from that nightmare in the comfort and safety of your dorm.

But it wasn't your lucky day. The relief of having the dagger removed from your soft skin was quickly replaced by pain when he entwined his fingers in your hair and pulled your body hard to the ground, causing you to fall to your knees on the floor, the palms of your hands being used as a cushion, “You know what to do.”

You actually didn't know what to do. Your wide eyes shooting up to look at the man like a deer caught in the headlights, a sight that seemed to dissipate the impatience growing in his chest, but he couldn't be too soft with you or he'd send out the wrong message, “You're so pathetic. A little slut who doesn't know how to do anything, I bet if I look at your panties they're all wet from being manhandled, you're disgusting.”

Your thighs squeezed together, his words were having more of an effect on your body than you would have liked, but it wasn't your fault, or some sign that you were enjoying it, it was just a physiological arousal reaction caused by so much adrenaline in your system after being chased by a perverted maniac. It was a basic survival instinct.

The man lifted the black cloak he was wearing, revealing his school pants that were crumpled after the chase. It was a student, but you didn't have much time to run through the options of who the killer might be, there were hundreds of students anyway. Your attention went to how he quickly undid his buttons and fly, going down in a single pull to his knee to free his cock from his briefs as well, and you thought about running while he was at it, he'd probably fall before he got his pants up, but the knife in his hand was a constant reminder that he could kill you.

“If you want to stay alive, I suggest you stop testing my patience and start sucking,” he pointed the knife in your direction and you took a shallow breath, wiping your trembling hands on the checkered skirt of your uniform before bringing them to the boy's throbbing cock, it was hard, only confirming your theory that all the murders were some kind of perverted fun for him, probably he was some weirdo who didn't have a girlfriend to shag and this was the closest he'd ever come to sex, maybe he was some freak you'd rejected from getting into your knickers and that's why he was taking revenge.

In any case, you didn't had much time to think, your mind trying its best to dissociate itself from the traumatic situation you found yourself in. Your spit mixed with the pre-cum that soaked his member, giving some firm strokes that earned grunts of pleasure, and you opened your mouth just enough to get the head in, swirling your tongue around the slit, this time getting a better reaction, and one of his hands still held the sharp knife, but the other moved back to your hair to guide your movements and exert control over you.

“Don't test my fucking patience,” he grunted menacingly, tilting the knife just enough to catch your eye for a second and you knew better than to play with someone who could slice your neck.

So, despite your desire to shrink your head away in an attempt to preserve some dignity, you opened your jaw wider to slide his cock slowly into your hot mouth, savoring every second of the sensation that made him grunt, and it felt very much like a private paradise for him, “Fuck, that's it. I'm going to keep that pretty little mouth of yours very busy.”

His groan caught your attention, making you raise your puffy watery eyes to find the impersonal mask staring down at you, there was something truly sadistic about it, even knowing there was a human underneath it, it still seemed anything but, which made every slightest compliment, even those laced with degradation, a caress to your ego, but once again the thoughts were pushed out of your mind when he pushed down even further, making you gag and earning a dark chuckle.

“You better get used to it because my cock is the last thing that disgusting mouth of yours is going to feel,” his sentence was so impersonal, belittling your existence as if it meant nothing to him, and it really didn't.

He pulled almost all of his length out of your mouth before coming all the way back in, the tip hitting the back of your throat and making you choke and dig your nails into his thigh, desperately slapping in an attempt to get him to have mercy and let go just enough to get your breath back, but nothing happened, he just kept holding your head tightly against his pelvis, “You're going to stay right where you deserve to be, little bitch. I'll only let you go when you learn to breathe, get over it.”

The threat only made you more desperate, struggling against the firm grip he had on your head until the knife returned to your neck, but this time he moved the blade with enough determination to hurt if you dared to keep trying to break free, and your sense of self-preservation kicked in, you closed your eyes to try to control your breathing, still gagging from time to time until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you controlled yourself.

“Was that so hard, you pathetic little thing?” He laughed as if the situation was funny, pulling his penis out again and you took a desperate deep breath, only then realizing that tears were flowing freely all over your face, drool dripping down your chin, and when he placed a hand on the back of your head, you leaned into his touch, finding some little comfort, but not for long. “Open up.”

There was no arguing, it was an order and you obeyed, making the boy smile with satisfaction under his mask, he was breaking you into his perfect little fuck doll. His hands went back to tangling in your hair, hurting your scalp as the abuse of your throat returned, this time more relentless, picking up pace with every little gagging sound as you tried only to focus on your breathing so as not to disappoint him yet again, so as not to be punished, but the sensation of your tight, wet, hot throat made him almost lose himself in the delicious sensation, the moans filling the oh-so-silent surroundings.

You were lost in your mind that didn't even register what time it was, or the possibility of someone finding and saving you, in fact, the whole situation was so humiliating that a part of you hoped that no one would ever see you like that, just silently wishing that he would use you however he wanted and then leave you free to return to the castle and send an owl to your parents begging to be transferred to Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny.

“Don't you dare touch yourself or I'll kill you,” was the stinging slap in the face that snapped you back to reality, taking a few seconds to register that while he was fucking your face, one of your hands had wandered down to your panties to touch yourself, how humiliating, quickly bringing them up behind your back, you'd pissed him off enough already.

His thrusts continued violent and swift as he found the perfect spot deep in your throat to aim for, moaning animalistically as his orgasm approached, and he didn't need much more than to look at your fucked face, the pretty popular girl letting herself be used as he pleased in the dark of the forest, how disappointed your parents would be, they might even disown you, but he didn't care, fuck your perfect life, you were made to be a cum dumpster and he would make sure of it, his load being pumped onto your tongue and down your throat.

“Swallow,” he commanded harshly when he finally caught his breath, taking his softening cock out of your abused mouth. “All of it.”

And so you did. Swallowing what felt like a reward for you, a proof that you had been good, that you deserved to live, opening again to show your tongue to the masked man who had finished buttoning his pants, and he crouched down to examine, but still looking so much taller and mightier than you, hooking your mouth with his thumb and giving a slight painful tug, the knife menacingly running its blade down the length of your neck, threatening to tear the skin at any second.

Your eyes quickly met his, and a wave of courage caused by extreme tiredness ran through your body, making your limbs act before you could think straight when one of your hands reached up to gently touch the frightening mask, almost as if it might bite you, but the boy made no mention of removing your touch and despite knowing that it was risky, that, logically, you would be a dead woman when you saw the killer's face, you lifted your mask, expecting to find menacing eyes and an evil smile, but what you saw was a small, infatuated smile so innocent that it contrasted with the earlier actions.

Theodore. Your boyfriend, who gently removed the knife from your neck to use the blade to pull a strand of hair back behind your ear, there was concern and tenderness behind his gaze, “Did you enjoy playing psycho killer and his helpless victim?”

“Almost as good as gutting those bitches,” you gave a mischievous smile that reached only your boyfriend's eyes, leaning into his touch for a sweet kiss. “But if I remember correctly, Mr. Ghostface, you promised you'd make me scream your name, I hope you'll keep it.”

Theo laughed at your words, “You're incorrigible,” there was a perverse humor, but it belonged only to the two of you, like a unique proof of love, some people liked cheesy declarations, you liked killing people, there's nothing wrong with that.

With a flick of his wand, he freed himself of his Ghostface outfit, picking you up in his strong arms, you looked wrecked enough to tell people back at the castle tearfully how Professor Sprout had been brutally murdered and you'd had to run for your life. Your head rested against Theo's chest, closing your tired eyes, he would take good care of you as soon as you were in his dorm, and you muttered tiredly, “When can I hunt you down too?”

“Whenever you want, pretty girl,” he left an affectionate kiss on the top of your head. How could he be so lucky to have you?

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buckys-little-hoe · 5 months

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content warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. marijuana. nudity. reader has tattoos and piercings. SMUT. grinding. high sex. i wrote this on my way to work.

the sound of metal fills the room as you lie on your stomach rolling a joint while carl is trying not to let his mind wander. you’re almost completely naked wearing nothing but a pair of panties leaving your inked skin on display. he has three small tattoos himself but you have more on your arms, legs and shoulders. he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find your tattoos hot as well as your nose piercings.

while he’s lost in his head thinking about you and your body, you’re lighting up the joint and taking the first drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling through your lips. you look at carl and smirk when you catch him staring. to say you weren’t aware of the power you held over him would be such a bullshit lie because he always tells you. and even if he didn’t, you’d still know because you have caught him staring more times than you can count. he’s not exactly the poster child of subtlety but you always get a kick out of teasing him when you get the chance, just like now.

you climb on top of him trapping his hips between your legs as you take another puff while you use your other hand to coax his jaw open. you lean down until your faces are inches apart and blow the smoke right into his mouth through his parted lips.

“oh, fuck,” he moans as you sit up.

he grabs your hips and your breath hitches when he moves your core over the growing bulge in his sweatpants. you keep moving your hips as his hands travel up your ribs to your exposed breasts. carl takes the joint from you and inhales and you almost laugh when “hatefuck” starts playing. this is anything but a hatefuck.

the two of you just keep taking turns with the joint as you grind against him. the joint is half-smoked when carl puts it in the ashtray next to the bed and sits up, instantly attaching his mouth to your neck. his lips move across your skin and down to your chest as your stomach twists with pleasure.

“fuck, almost there,” you moan as your fingers grips his hair as he groans against your skin.

his fingers dig into your hips as his own stutter in movement while your thighs clench around them. the both of you fall off the edge as carl grabs your jaw and kisses you heavily. you already have hickeys on your neck, chest and shoulders but you can’t even bring yourself to care as carl flips you over so you’re lying on your back with him settled between your thighs. you can tell by the look in his red-rimmed eyes that you’re far from done but you’re not opposed to it.

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Malfunctions (Peter Parker!)

Summary: Quickie in a lab with Peter 3. Based on a request from @stylesofhemmings

Warning: Smut

Words: 3.6k

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(You might have seen this already. It’s a re-post from my main. I had decided to create a sideblog only a couple of hours after posting. Sorry.)

Note: I do have a bit of an issue with the age gap because she is most likely still in high school when she is their friend and he is obviously older so! to make it less inappropriate i suggest her being older than her friends, or Peter being younger! or think whatever you want but don’t come at me for encouraging such relationships, because that’s not what i am doing at all and when I was writing this i imagine them to be more age balanced

Also big ouffffing thank you to my one and only who read this for me before posting and helped me figure out the title. ♥ you are fucking awesome my bestest dude ♥

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A confused expression settled on her face when she entered the lab. The room that was filled with a number of voices speaking over each other only a couple of minutes ago was now occupied only by Peter. Not their Peter. The other one. The one who had walked into Ned’s living room in his suit. Peter that made her feel jittery when she looked at him, but from whom she couldn’t take her eyes away. No matter how hard she tried. He was humming some tune that she didn’t know while eyeing some bottle with a weird bright green liquid in it.

“Where did everyone go?”

He turned around, making the open laboratory coat whirl slightly around him before he dropped his hands into its pockets.

“Peter,” he cleared his throat and then grinned, realising his mistake of not being specific enough. “Your Peter needed a moment,” he explained softly. His heart aching for his loss. “MJ went with him. Ned got a call from Lola. And the other Peter….,” Peter let out a puff of breath. “I am actually not sure where he went.” He shook his head, trying to think back and rewind if he even mentioned it. “Yeah. I don’t think he said anything.”

“Oh. Okay,” she nodded her head and set the backpack near the chairs. She was just about to plop down on one of them when her eyes stopped on the objects on the counter. “Are those…?” She started out, but Peter interrupted her.

“Yup, they are,” he informed her proudly. “We got them all finished just a little while after you left.” His brows furrowed as he said it, because the answer escaped his mouth way too fast and way too confident. Pretty embarrassing, considering that he had tried to make it seem like he didn’t even realise her presence before.

He didn’t want to be rude. He surely hoped that it didn’t come off that way. After all, he had plenty of work on his hands. It was for the best.

“That’s cool.” She cheered and took a few steps forward. She didn’t dare to touch any of that, but it was fascinating that they managed to come up with the cures in such a rush.

“You sure it’s going to work?” She wondered, and glanced over at him expectantly.

He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “We sure hope so.” Peter shrugged as he joined her by the counter. “The only way to find out is to give it a go and see. When they get back we will get going,” he explained, though that part was already obvious to her.

“What’s the plan?”

His head tilted to the side, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. “I am not sure I should fully disclose that.”

“Just partly will do,” she grinned.

“Okay… We are going to go outside. Find them. Probably get our ass kicked for a bit, but then we rise on top of them in triumph, plop those in, cure them and…”

“And then you will hopefully return home,” she finished, trying not to roll her eyes at his vague description, since that was something she could have easily figured out herself.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed, flashing her some finger guns.

“Not that I don’t think that this place is cool and wouldn’t like to stay here!” He insisted right after, quickly shaking his head. He looked around before letting out a whistle. “This is truly incredible, you know. And… You guys are just awesome,” Peter added.

“If a version of my best friend from a different universe showed up in my living room, I am honestly not sure how I would react.” His head tilted to the side slightly and his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to think about it before he decided to just drop it and flashed her a grin instead.

“You guys took it like champs and took us in. You allowed us to become a part of your team. I appreciate that.” He placed his hand on his heart while he said that. “Also, your chocolate milk is soooo different from ours,” he added, his wide eyes making it obvious how much he has been blown away by that. “One would expect they would taste the same. Milk is milk, sugar is sugar and chocolate is chocolate,” he listed, manoeuvring his hands around while he spoke. “How could they differ, right? But somehow they do and it’s fascinating. And man, I do wonder what the other drinks and foods are like beca-“

His impassioned monologue was cut short by her lips landing on his. The kiss was light and careful, almost as if she was afraid that he would disappear to where he had come from under her touch. But he didn’t. His lips felt warm and soft against hers. She kissed his bottom lip and lingered there, her body moving closer to him as if obeying some invisible pull that wouldn’t let go.

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Beautiful. This. This is a work of art.

Summertime and Sundresses

Summary: it’s the dead of summer in New York City, so you’re wearing a sundress. This causes Peter to lose his mind.

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, afab reader, dom/sub elements, choking, slight voyeurism, Peter being a horny mess. I’ve never written smut before so uh yeah.

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“Babe, come on! We’re going to be late!”

You had to laugh. A few months ago, getting Peter to come to the farmers market with you was like pulling teeth. Now it was his favorite part of his and your Saturday plans.

Saturdays were devoted to the two of you. No work, no Spider-manning (as you liked to say). Just you and Peter. Sometimes you spent the day running errands, sometimes you spent it lazing around the apartment you shared. What you did never mattered, what mattered was that you got to spend time with the most amazing man you knew.

Even if he was being impatient.

It was the dead of summer in New York City. Which mean that by one in the afternoon, it was going to be hotter than Satan’s ass crack. The two of you had several errands to run

You noticed the sundress out of the corner of your eye. You had brought it on a whim, after seeing it in one of those ’25 viral pieces of clothing you have to buy!’ articles on the internet. You knew deep down that those brands had paid the website to be on the list, but damn if that dress didn’t look cute. It was white and had your favorite flowers splashed throughout the dress, with tortoise buttons from top to bottom.

You slipped it on and headed into the living room, ready to start your day with Peter.

“Babe come on, if we don’t leave now, the empanada stand is going to run-“ Peter stopped when you entered the living room.

“-out.”

Holy shit.

He’d never seen you in a sundress. He didn’t know how that was possible, after dating for you several years. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest sights he had ever seen.

If you asked Peter what his favorite part of your body was, he would say all of it, which isn’t a lie. But there were some parts he liked a little more than others. And right now, all those parts were on display. Your shoulders were bare and so was your back, other than those two thin straps that kept your dress up. Those two straps deserved a medal considering your tits looked like they were dying to get out of the dress. The dress came to the middle of your thighs and of course to look down at your thighs, he also had to notice your hips and fuck.

He slowly stood up from the couch, using his long fingers to adjust his pants to help better cover up his growing erection. He felt like a teenager again, crossing his legs and arms to conceal the physical indicator that he was horny for you.

On any other day, Peter had no issue picking you up and having his way with you.

But he also knew how unhappy you would be later if y’all put off buying a new showerhead again. You two also needed to buy groceries because this was the fifth week you and him had ‘decided’ you would stop eating out so much.

Errands first. Then fuck insanely hot girlfriend. That’s what being a responsible adult was, right?

“You okay Tiger?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” if he repeated it enough, maybe he could convince you and himself, “Uh….I’ll be right back. Gotta go check something in the bathroom.”

“Weren’t you just saying that we need to leave?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but that was before nature called!” Peter all but ran to the bathroom, hoping the cold water he was about to splash on his face would calm down the tent in his shorts.

Be a responsible adult first, he kept reminding himself. That way he could fuck you for as long as he wanted, without having to go do errands. Just be a responsible adult.

Being a responsible adult sucked. In fact, Peter didn’t even feel like an adult, despite all the errands you and him were doing. He felt more like a teenager, with how everything you did was turning him on.

Every time you turned your bare back to him, it made him imagine your back on the bed or against a wall while he fucked you. Every time you titled your head to look at something, it exposed your neck that was currently unmarked which Peter thought was a real shame, as he could easily fix that. Not to mention how every time you kneeled down to look at the flowers, your dress rose up a bit, which was causing him to think about how badly he wanted to bury his head in between your legs and-

“Peter!” Peter looked up to see you standing there, holding two different bouquets.

“Which one do you think May will like better?” You asked. You brought flowers with you when you first met May and it was now a tradition you insisted on whenever the two of you had dinner at her place. Peter was incredibly thankful that this dinner wasn’t happening until tomorrow night.

“S-She’s…. go-going to love whichever one we bring babe,” He stuttered through. He really felt like a teenager again and not an almost thirty-year old.

You lowered the bouquets, raising an eyebrow, “Are you okay? Is the heat getting to you? You’re sweaty.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m great! Just need…need to go to the bathroom.” Maybe if he splashed his face with water, he could focus. Or maybe the smell from the portables would do it.

“Again? Also the bathrooms are rancid, are you sure you want to go in there?” You asked as you put a bouquet back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’ll be right back y/n.” Normally he’d kiss you on the cheek or forehead but not this time. He was too busy running his shaking fingers through his hair and biting his lip, almost like he was-

Oh.

You had heard the joke. That sundresses to men were what rolled up sleeves were to women. Well, Peter just proved that it wasn’t a joke, it was an actual thing, a thing he was experiencing right now. Your boyfriend was turned on by just what you were wearing. You had done nothing intentional to turn him on.

At least, not yet.

You still had several errands that needed to be done before the two of you could go home. And you were determined to have some fun with this.

Turning Peter on was incredibly easy. Mostly because it was things that shouldn’t turn him on. Running your hand through your hair, stretching your arms, which caused you to stick out your chest. Even just reaching up to hold onto the railing while on the subway got him flustered.

Of course, that didn’t stop you from doing more intentional acts. You may or may not have stuck your ass out more than needed when you had to kneel to check the price of something. You may or may not have also tied your hair back so that your neck and collarbones were always on display. After years of dating, you knew Peter had a thing for marking you.

You couldn’t lie, Peter was simultaneously adorable and hot right now. His stuttering, running his hand through his hair, and hardly being able to make eye contact brought back so many memories of when you first met him. At that time, you were stunned someone so attractive was so nervous talking to you. Even to this day, sometimes you still had a hard time believing it. Believing that someone so amazing, so handsome, so incredible was attracted to you.

But it was times like these where you weren’t just aware of that fact, you were relishing in it.

Which is what gave you the confidence to slip off one of your undergarments while you were in the bathroom. You had suggested that the two of you stop by to grab some coffee and sit down to rest for a bit. You were almost done with your errands, you just had to a few things from your favorite deli.

You may or may not have suggested this specific place because they have long tablecloths that reached the floor.

“You good, bunny?” You couldn’t stop the grin on your face once you heard his nickname for you. Apparently, it had to do with the fact that one of the first things he noticed about you was how your nose would scrunch up when you laughed, like ‘a cute little bunny’.

“Yeah, I’m good,” You said as you sat down, gripping the sides of your dress so your surprise wouldn’t be ruined.

“So…. after this, we just have one more errand to do, right?” He asked before taking a sip of his tea. His hands had stopped shaking but making eye contact with you was still difficult-which alerted you that yes, he was still turned on. You toyed with the table cloth, pulling it so that your lap and legs were covered by it.

“We do! After that we can go home and do….whatever,” or whoever.

You reached your purse and started to fish out your chapstick. You found it-finally-only for the tube to slip out of your fingers and roll under the table.

A total accident.

“Babe,” you looked up through your eyelashes, “Can you get that please? I don’t want to flash the whole place.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t know yet how much you would have shown the café.

His brown eyes widen before he could mumble a mix of ‘yeahs’ and ‘sures’. He bent down to put his head under the tablecloth. As he did so, you couldn’t help but grin as you spread your legs.

Peter Parker knew he was not subtle when it came to how much he liked you. He nearly ran into a wall when he first met you because he could not stop staring.

You, on the other hand, had gotten much bolder when it came to making it known that you wanted Peter.

As soon as he ducked under the table, the scent hit him. He’d recognized it anywhere, as it was his favorite scent. It was your arousal, but why could he smell it here-

Oh. Fuck.

Well, that would explain it. Your legs were spread wide open and somehow you no longer had on underwear.

Peter had a feeling you knew how much this sundress turned him on. Now he had confirmation that yes, you not only knew but were teasing him about it. His eyes were burning into your exposed core and if you weren’t in a public place, he’d had no issue burying his face in between your thighs.

“You good babe?” You asked innocently from above.

Peter gripped the chapstick, taking one last look before he got out from the table. He placed the chapstick on the table, with a bit more force than usual. There you were, smiling away as if you had no idea what he had just saw when you totally did.

Fuck being a responsible adult, Peter needed to fuck you now.

“Yeah,” He grunted out, “All good. We need to go home. Now.”

You titled your head to the side, feigning confusion, “But we have to-“

“We’re going home now.” His eyes were dark and narrow. It felt like they were burning a hole through you.

“Okay,” You said, smiling before you took another sip of your iced coffee. You considered arguing, prolonging your teasing. But with how he was looking at you, like he wanted to devour you right then and there, made your reconsider.

Peter’s arm never left your waist the whole way home. You could feel his long fingers gripping the hem of your dress, most likely to ensure that you didn’t flash anyone. It also had to do with how horny he was right now.

You walked through the door of the apartment you two shared, slower than usual. You knew it wouldn’t be long before Peter had his way with you, so you were determined to enjoy your teasing while it lasted.

“We should put the produce away first. Do you still have the video about installing the shower head-“

A large hand snuck up from the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it, forcing your head to tilt back. You looked up to see Peter there, pupils blown and a hungry look on his face.

“Bedroom. Now.” He grunted. You nodded your head as he walked you to the bedroom, keeping a tight grip on your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as soon as the door opened. You nodded and began to grab the hem of your dress to begin taking it off.

“Keep it on.” Oh. Okay then.

You walked over to bed you shared with him, sitting down. The look on his face was nothing but devious and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on.

You loved how sweet and gentle Peter was with you. But you also loved when he was desperate and rough.

He leaned over and in that moment, you felt so small. He gripped your shoulders, pushing you back so you were lying down. You then felt his hands move from your shoulders down to the hem of your dress.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold air hitting your core when he hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing how soaked you were.

“Someone’s been a fucking tease,” he whispered as he traced his fingers along your thighs. He leaned over, his face inches away from yours. You didn’t dare move, not unless he told you to.

“See, my original plan was to just fuck you,” you felt his fingers get closer and closer to your soaked cunt, “But after that little stunt you just pulled?”

He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, “I’m going to wreck you.”

Without warning, his fingers were filling up your cunt, curling just so to hit that sweet spot. You were already an incoherent, rambling mess which should have had you worried considering Peter had just started.

“You like being a fucking tease?” You felt his other hand tighten around your throat. You did your best to nod, which was hard with how relentless his fingers were on your cunt right now.

“C’mom bunny, use your words,” his fingers stilled inside of you, keeping you filled but not giving you what you needed. His grip on your throat loosen, enough to make it easier to talk.

“I-I like being your tease, Peter,” you got out, praying it was what he wanted to hear.

He smirked, “that’s right, you are mine bunny.” God, you hated that nickname when he first started calling you that, and now it was getting you even more wet.

Peter’s hand left your throat and trailed down to meet his other hand. His fingers began moving once again, in and out of you. You then felt another finger drawing circles on your clit.

Your back arched as you moaned obscenities, which was probably going to get you another complaint from the neighbors but at this moment you didn’t care. You were too focused on the knot in your stomach that was building and building

“Peter.”

“Hmmm?” He looked up at you, his hands still working on your pussy. Fuck, why was he so hot?

“I-I’m c-close,” you buried your head into the pillow, bracing yourself for what would happen next. It wasn’t your first time getting punished for teasing Peter.

“Good girl.”

Suddenly, you were empty, his fingers gone. You bit your lip, knowing better than to whine at the loss of contact. Even though your eyes were closed, the sound of the bottle of lube opening told you everything you needed to know.

“Look at me,” you opened your eyes to find Peter hovering over you. He had one hand on his leaking cock, which was lined up at your entrance.

“Tell me what you want,” He whispered as he pushed a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You Peter, I want you.”

He chuckled, “I’m right here. You gotta be more specific bunny.”

Your whole body felt like it was going into heat. Your mind was racing through a million different thoughts, though they all had to do with just how badly you wanted Peter to fuck you.

“I want….I want your cock inside of me. Please, please, fuck me, please.”

Peter chuckled, “you’re so cute when you beg.”

Before you could say anything, he began pushing inside of you, slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

Your back arched as he fully buried his cock inside of you. Your hands reached from him, grabbing onto whatever part of his body you could get. Peter rested his forehead on yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

“This okay baby?” He whispered, dropping the facade for a moment. No matter how heated things got, the last thing Peter wanted to do was hurt you.

You nodded your head, “please…please move.”

“If you insist,” he began to pull out, almost all the way before he slammed his hips into yours.

“Fuck! Peter!” He felt amazing, you never wanted it to end.

“Fuck bunny, always so tight for me,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

His pace was relentless and you loved that all you could do was just lie there and take it.

Peter gripped your thighs as he leaned back, adjusting so he was now on his knees. The change in position allowed him to spread your legs apart even more. Fuck, it felt like he was splitting you open on his cock. You were going to feel this for the next few days but you didn’t care.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he shoved two fingers in before you could get a word out. You moaned around his digits, sucking on them as best you could.

Peter knew he wasn’t going to last long, he had been horny all day. Which was why he was done with teasing you and now focused on getting you to finish. He was generous like that.

Totally didn’t have anything to do with how your cunt got even tighter whenever you came.

The fingers left your mouth. You then felt them rubbing your clit, eliciting even more obscenities from your mouth.

“You gonna tighten up for me?” You nodded your head. Between the pressure he was placing on your clit and him rutting into you hard, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

That knot building in your stomach finally unraveled, hitting you all at once. Your walls contracted around his cock, as if your pussy was desperately trying to keep it from leaving you. He never stopped his movements, which prolonged your orgasm.

“Peter, please, come inside of me,” you whimpered. All you could focus on was how good it was going to feel when he filled you up.

It didn’t take long. You already felt amazing, but when you came around Peter’s cock, you felt incredible.

Within a few more thrusts, you heard him groan, which was a sign. You moaned at the sensation of him filling you up with his seed. You grasped his shoulders and pulled him closer to you.

The two of you laid there, trying to catch your breath. You snuck a hand into his hair, massaging his scalp as he placed gentle kisses along your now very marked neck.

“You should wear sundresses more often,” Peter said, breaking the silence.

“Noted,” you laughed, “I’ll order some more.”

“Can…can I help you pick them out?” He asked shyly. It was hard to believe that the guy who just fucked you senselessly was now nervous to ask if he could pick out clothing for you. But that was one of the many things you loved about Peter.

“Of course you can,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Cool,” he paused, “I was looking some up while you were in the bathroom at the cafe.”

You let out a laugh, “if you’re going to fuck me like that, I’ll wear them for the rest of summer.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time y/n.”

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