Warnings: Smut, Language, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Mention of Threesome, Masturbation and probably more
A/N: This is pure filth for @marvelous-fvcks‘ writing challenge. 18+ only pretty please!
Steve tapped his pen against his bottom lip, his brows
furrowed in concentration. His notebook was open on the table in front of him. He
always carried a notebook with him. It began when people started giving him
suggestions on what he should read, eat, watch or listen. He decided to
simplify things by making lists.
With your consent, he created a list of things he wanted to
try in bed with you. He had a special notebook for that and usually kept it in
the drawer of his bedside table. You shared your kinks with him, hoping it
would stimulate his imagination. You were not disappointed, Steven Grant Rogers
was a kinky man.
End Of The Road (Edward Nygma x Reader) - One Shot Smut
Requested by anon: you`re trying to run away from Ed because he became too possessive but he hunts you down because you’re his.
Warnings: Smut, Break up, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Public Sex, Choking.
You should have known it was futile to try and leave him. When you know perfectly well what kind of man Ed is, how deadly possessively he can be. What he had done to Kristen when she tried to leave. But he had served his time in Arkham; he had a diploma that said he was sane. So it wouldn’t be a problem now, right? To leave him?
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God.
Length: 2953+ words
TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean.
A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!
Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly.
“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.
Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”
Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.
“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.
“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”
“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.
“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.
“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”
The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”
“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”
“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”
“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated.
“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”
The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say.
“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.
There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.
“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”
“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.
“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”
“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”
“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”
“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.
“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”
Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”
allybrookeofficial: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABE @laurenjauregui !! You are finally 21! Girl it feels like you’ve been 21 forever now 😂😝 I can’t believe I met you when you were 16. Goodness. My first memory with you is going up to you at Bootcamp and telling you that you looked like Megan Fox! And then it all started from there. One of my favorite memories ever was when we first were formed, you and I had creme brulee and banana bread pudding every single night. And just talked about life. It’s a memory I cherish. I am thankful for you and the many memories we have had together. Laughing, crying, pondering, and smiling at life. Making each other laugh till our faces turn red. You giving me that advice when I really needed it….you know what I’m talking about….I’ll never forget it ❤️ You’ll always be my Lolo! Smart, beautiful, artsy, funny, unapologetic - yep that’s my girl! Oh and now you’re Leo’s mom! Sweet Leo! 🐶Have the most amazing birthday 🎂 I love love love you 😘
Two subs, twice the fun right? Two pretty darlings trembling and shaking for me, two gorgeous sweethearts desperate and aching. My darling girl and sweet boy, such good pets, oh you’re both so good for me.
I don’t know what I love more, when you put on shows for me, fuck each other because I asked? I do love the way neither of you can figure out whose name you want to moan more, mine or each other’s?
Mmm but I like playing too, having my baby boy fuck me hard while my baby girl rides my face. Having both of you so completely focused on the clench of my pussy and slide of my tongue. I love how easily both of you submit to me even when you’ve got me spread out for me.
Oh but isn’t it nice to have you both trying to be better than the other? I love how you try to outdo each other and make me cum first. Ha, you both try such different things but do them so well, don’t you pets? Mhmm, my baby girl knows exactly how to play with my tits, how hard to suck my nipples, how hard to bite to have me arching into her. But my baby boy knows just how to eat me out, how to play with my clit, how many fingers to fuck me with to have me grinding my pussy against his face.
I don’t think I could ever choose what I love better so I suppose it’s a good thing I never have to make a choice, right darlings?
Imagine being Mr. J’s girlfriend and trying to give one of the guard dogs a bath
(Idk I would just think he has a guarddog)
Y/n looked at the two sweet yet vicious dobermans sniffing her to make sure she wasn’t an imposter or a threat to Mr. J. “Frosty?” Y/n looked over at the statue-like guard next to her. “Yes, Y/N?” “When the last time that Smiley and Chuckles had a bath?” She noticed the look of confusion on Frosts face and made her mind. “That’s it! I’m giving them a bath!”
Mr. J growled at the disappearance of his dogs and his puppy-loving Y/n. “Where are they?” He was answered by the dogs running out covered in bubbles and soaking wet and a towel-wrapped, squealing Y/N. “Come back! You’re still wet!” Y/n skid to halt in front of Mr. J. He smiled at her wet form and wrapped a arm around her waist and yanked her flush against him. “Oh hi J~” She twirled a wet a strand of hair, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Oh hello my sweet devious girl~ care to join me for a bath?” He cackled while she blushed.
Summary: How will you handle a broken heart and an over protective father?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader
Warnings: Extreme Dad!Tony, fluff
Word Count: 1096
A/N: part three! let me know if you want to be on the taglist. i thought Papa Tony would take up most of this part.
You arrived on your father’s doorstep in tears. Thankfully,
the tower was empty except for the team and your father. FRIDAY alerted
everyone of your arrival. In the elevator, you got a good look at yourself. You
were still barefoot, your hair was coming out of your tightly pulled ponytail,
and the tear tracks were evident on your face. You were a mess, but you didn’t
care. All you wanted was your dad.
The elevator dinged, signaling your arrival to the common
room. When the doors opened, you could see everyone standing there through your
tears. You could see their faces drop when they took in the sight. Tony ran to
you and brought you into a hug. He patted your hair and rocked you back and
forth. You finally let the sobs free. The whole team could feel your pain. The
sobs racked the entire room. You were their family, and they weren’t going to
let anyone hurt you.
“Oh, my sweet girl, who did this to you?” Tony asked you in
a quiet tone.