A Touch Too Far

biker ari and his gal

"Fuck no." Ari glares down at you, his brow furrowing. Silence permeates the air, people around you slowly backing away as if he were a uncaged bear about to snap.

Perhaps he is.

Your eyes drag up the wide expanse of his chest, past his throat to plush lips thinned into a grimace. God you hope he does snap. Because when he does-. Ari notices the shiver before it finishes its path down your spine.

"I said no," he grounds out through gritted teeth.

You place your hands on his shirt, pressing down until you feel his pecs, warm and firm under your palms. Your gaze lock on to his blue eyes and your lips part, exhaling the one word you know he can't resist.

"Please."

"Damn it." Ari inhales. Eyes fluttering shut. Veins protuding from his thick neck. Large hands grab your waist in a decadent bruising grip. "I...fuck it. I'll do it." He concedes, pulling you into his warm embrace.

You beam, starting to thank him but your breath stutters in your chest when he sweeps the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

He bends his massive frame down to your level, his lips brushing over your ear.

"But that's all you're getting from me, Sunshine. Tonight you can beg and plead all you want but you're not coming until I say you can." He hums thoughtfully, his large hand caressing your ass. "Hope it's worth it."

It is.

⩩ pov: they're developing their first dirty thoughts about you ( part 1 )

including: eren, armin, reiner, bertholdt, jean, levi, miche, erwin

warnings: smut, nsfw, a bit of chocking, shower sex, mating press position, mention of giving head, creampie, neutral gender reader, mdni ( 18+ only )

a/n: Thanks for your request! I'm kinda nervous because it's my first one, hope you'll like it! :D

⟳Eren :

- I think Eren knows what he's doing ngl--

- When he will develop his very first dirty thoughts about you, his eyes will literally devour your body💀

- He'll think of the way you'll squirm under his touch, finger grazing against your heated flesh while his shaft will pound into you, hitting that sweet spot of yours again and again until you'll become a cumming mess.

- He will not be the type of man to tell you about his thoughts, he'll rather be the type to admire you from afar.

⟳Armin :

- HEAR ME OUT HE'S EVIL DRESSED IN SHEEP CLOTHES--

- As your friend, you probably think of Armin as a cute little guy, always willing to help others, giving bright smiles and being so quiet.

- BUT THERE'S A REASON WHY HE'S SO SO QUIET 💀

- Since a couple of weeks, he started to think of you in a different way a friend should think: in his thoughts, you're no longer his sweet friend but the sexiest person he ever met.

- He'll try to take a glance of your breast/chest whenever your shirt is slightly opened, or his will insist on the way your short hugs tightly your thighs. But unfortunately, he will not tell you about this 😔🤟

⟳Jean :

- This cocky mf--

- Whereas Eren and Armin will hide their thoughts aways from you, Jean will try to make an approach.

- It all started one night, when he surprised himself waking up from a dirty dream he had about you. you were pinned down under him, on his bed, folded in a mating press position as Jean ruted against you, shoving his cock deeper each time he trusted into you.

- So as I said, he'll try to tell you about it, but oh boy he'd be so shy about it-- 💀

⟳Bertholdt :

- dbdhxjdk baby <3

- when he had his very first dirty thought about you, he was intensely looking at you while you were doing your work, slowly imagining how you would feel around his cock and how your tongue would feel against his.

- when he realized what he have just imagined, he turned as red as a tomato, thinking that it was a really bad thing </3

- Ofc he will not talk about what he imagined to you, but everytime you'll walk past him, he will become a sweaty mess 😔

⟳Reiner :

- HAS A DIRTY MIND FOR SURE. He's just better than Berty to hide it, sorry not sorry-

- he will start to think of you in a dirty way after a long session of training, when he sees your skin covered with a thin layer of sweat, wishing you were in his bed, sweat covering your body with a mixture of both his cum and your arousal.

- He'll think that this is weird, but this thought will hunt him at night.

- As for Jean, Reiner will try to talk to you about that, but he will keep on losing his words and just knock it off by pretexting a call from Bertholdt.

⟳Mike :

- ANOTHER DIRTY MIND, LIKE 100% IDC.

- Y'all think he is just a serious man who sniff people fromt time to time, but he's more than that. 😩

- You'll be in his mind since a while, and he got interested in you, especially since he got his first dirty thought about you.

- It started one time when you had to reach something in the fridge, bending over to grab a bowl of strawberries. It was a quick action, but it was long enough for Mike to imagine a lot of things he could do to you when you'll be alone.

- As his eyes lingered over your exposed thighs, he would think of the way they would circle around his face while he'll pleasure your clit/cock.

- He would eventually try to tell you about this when he'll be sure nobody will disturb you.

⟳Erwin :

- I think he's not dirty minded, but that's what he wants you to think of him. 🤡

- Behind his serious behaviour, Mr.Smith hides a lot of desire when it comes to you, especially since that day when he almost saw you completely naked.

- You were heading out of the shower, and Erwin needed to drop some papers in your bedroom, and unfortunately, he came across you, his eyes glued on your body, glistening with drops of water.

- Since that day, Erwin couldn't stop thinking of taking you in his shower, your poor little body pressed against the shower glassed-wall. ( does it even make sense?? )

⟳Levi :

- HE'S ERWIN'S TWIN, BUT PUT A LITTLE BIT OF SPICE 👁️👄👁️🔥

- You know Levi as someone who's a bit cold, you never had a concrete talk with him, but whenever he have the chance to see you, he develops little scenarios when he clearly sees himself fucking his loads into you, his middle and ring finger deep in your mouth, avoiding you from making noises that could alert the others.

- One time, Erwin had to call his name multiple times before bringing him to earth.

- but still, he will not talk about his little thoughts with you.

Title: Alpha

Pairing: Alpha! Prince!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Kink Prompt: Alpha 

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: You try to keep your designation from the crown prince.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, A/B/O, Mating/Heat Cycles, Regency AU, Public Sex, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number seven, super late, i’m sorry!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​

The goblet crashes against the wall, its contents staining the tapestry deep crimson. You flinch at the sound of it, though you keep your hands folded primly behind you and your eyes trained on the smooth stone floor. You know better than to allow your curiosity free reign, especially here. 

“Is this all you have to offer?” The prince’s sneer is evident in his tone. “Barren, withered stock?” Through your lowered lashes, you see the duke flinch, his fingers tightening around his daughter’s hand. “Your daughter is ten years my senior, Lord Thayne,” he drawls. “And she is a Beta.” Prince Lloyd spits the word out venomously. And though his vitriol is not directed at you, you feel yourself shrink anyway, your fingers tangling nervously in the coarse cotton weave of your plain skirts.

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Rintaro Suna exercises his wrists every day to keep strong and hard hands capable of blocking any ball on the court. Fingers also have an important weight in blocking performance, and to exercise them he just needs your pretty wet pussy and a couple of pleas to make his long fingers move faster inside you.

No one would know his secret.

For the challenge…

Alpha Mechanic Steve / Broken Down Car

Title: Spark Plugs

Pairing: Alpha!Mechanic Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: FLUFF, Anxious Steeb, A/B/O dynamics, Brief non-descriptive smut but smut nonetheless

A/N: This is my entry for the wonderful @syntheticavenger‘s 5k follower challenge! (Congrats again, by the way❤️) I love, love, love this prompt, so thank you! I hope I get another one because this was so fun. get ready for tooth-rotting-fluff. 

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How it started: 

 Sunflowers. The scent blooms around him and Steve lifts his head so fast he bangs it on the undercarriage. He’s slid all the way underneath old man Fury’s buick, and all he can see are your ankles. 

They’re the prettiest goddamn ankles he’s ever seen.  

Another deep breath, and all he can smell are Omega and sunflowers and suddenly he’s dizzy, dropping the wrench loudly to the floor as he scrambles out from underneath the clunker he’s convinced not even he can fix. And then there you are—at first he can’t see you, silhouetted by the bright sun shining through the open garage door behind you, your curly hair set aflame by its rays. 

 He wipes the back of his hand through the sweat on his forehead. “Can I help you?” 

 “H-hi.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t hear you. “I, um, my car…” You step forward a little, and the first thing Steve thinks—when he can think—is by God, I’m gonna marry that girl. He sits up too fast again, and bangs his forehead on the open door. It’s while you’re dabbing up the blood with a damp cloth, your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrate, that Steve decides he’s going to call up Bucky’s mother and ask her for the ring his own mother gave her for safekeeping. 

 He’s leaned against the tool bench, watching as you dip the cloth into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out before bringing it back to the gash on his forehead. “I’m sorry. You came here for me to fix your car, and you end up fixing me instead.” 

 You laugh, and it’s like bells. Beautiful and soft and light. “Do I get a discount, now?” You joke shyly, that little pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

 Steve chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “That depends.”

 “On what?”

 “Whether you’ll go to dinner with me or not.” 

How it’s going:

 “It’s okay, man, you’ve got this.” Sam claps him on the back, and Steve swallows nervously, looking up at his friend. “Seriously man, it’s beautiful.” 

 Steve turns the ring over in his fingers. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she says no?” The only thing he wants to see more than this ring on her finger is his mark on her throat, and suddenly he’s not sure if she wants either. Bucky scoffs at his uncertainty. 

 “Stop stalling, I think Natasha’s starting to get a cramp.” He jerks his chin up at the other Alpha, who is currently waving urgently for Steve to come up while the moment was right. You were sufficiently distracted by the sun setting over the majestic mountains, and Steve had slipped away to prepare. If he waited much longer, though, the perfect moment he’d been waiting for would pass, and the trip would be wasted. 

 He hurries over to the steps to join you on the observation deck. You’re always so aware of him—like you could find him in a crowd of a million people with a blindfold on, he just knows it. You turn and see him instantly, and Steve thanks whatever forces are watching that he’s stowed the ring safely in his pocket. 

 “There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come look at this with me,” You say softly, gesturing at the magnificent view. Steve tries to calm his racing heart.

 “I’m sorry. I was, uh, busy.” Your eyebrow quirks. 

 “Busy?” You frowned a little. “But you asked to come here.” 

 “I had to help Sam with something.” This is not going well. “But it’s all taken care of now.” 

 “Oh. Well, you’re here now. Do you want to take some pictures?” You ask, brandishing the camera on the strap around your neck as you beam up at him. “It’s the golden hour.” You joke, snapping a picture of Steve’s carefully composed casual expression. He backs up against the railing, his sweaty palms almost slipping on the metal. You’re so beautiful in your little white sundress, and of course you’re wearing the locket he gave you, the one with the goofy picture the two of you took at the mall. 

 “Do you love me?” He asks suddenly, and you stop in the middle of taking another picture. 

 “What? Steve, of course.” 

 “And you want to be with me, right?” 

 “Of course! Steve what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” You lower the camera, your gaze concerned. Steve catches sight of Natasha, standing innocuously in the crowd, her cellphone raised as she records. She gives Steve a thumbs up, which only serves to make him more nervous. 

 “I, um.” He clears his throat and drops down to one wobbly knee. “Goddammit, I want you to marry me, doll.” He gropes for the ring in his pocket, and for a panicked second he doesn’t feel it, until his fingers brush cool metal. He pulls it out with trembling fingers, almost dropping it. He licks his dry lips as he looks up into your shocked face. “Sugar?”

 And then you tackle him. 

 It almost sends both of you and the ring flying over the edge of the observation deck and into the trees below, but Steve catches you breathlessly. It takes his brain a moment to sort through the adrenaline of the moment, and then he can finally make out what you’re saying—

 “Of course I’ll marry you—love you so much—thought you’d never ask—” All between peppering his face with soft kisses, your own cheeks wet with happy tears. 

 You barely make it back to the room before he’s tearing at your clothes, his mouth hot on your throat as he feverishly slips the sundress from your body. When his hand dips between the soft flesh of your breasts after kissing you breathless, he finds you wet already. 

 He lowers your mewling form to the bed, and when he slides inside you, he whispers that he loves you. How much he’s always loved you, right from the beginning. “Dammit, knew you were made for me, sugar.” 

 You’re a sloppy, panting mess on his knot by the end of it, blissed out and yet still reaching for him as he pulls you flush against his chest. His teeth rasp over your skin, and there’s no hesitation when you tip your head submissively to the side, and let them slide into your flesh. You whine and clench around him again—he’s lost count of how many times he’s made you fall apart tonight—and he spills into you again, his knot throbbing inside you. 

 The two of you are panting in the dark and Steve treasures the sight of your face, illuminated by the moon. “Do you like your ring?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

 “I love it.” 

 “Good. I can tell Sam to return the others,” He breaths, his chest unknotting. 

 “Others?” You pull away to stare at him. “Steve, how many rings did you buy?” 

 “…Four?” 

 Fin

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness 

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dark!mafia Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: When you unexpectedly are appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands. 

warnings: dark!Steve Rogers (really, he’s not a softie here, he dark); manipulation; blackmail; threats; power imbalance; 

specific warnings will be added for each chapter separately

*yeah I know the title is long, but I like it 😜 besides, each part will have it’s own little title

Chapter 1. Storm on the horizon  

Chapter 2. Lava in the snow

Chapter 3. In the eye of the storm

Chapter 4. Heated hail 

Chapter 5. Breaking ice

Chapter 6. TBT

Chapter 7. TBT

Chapter 8. TBT

Chapter 9. TBT

Chapter 10. TBT

his fave position

pic inspired

if Princess was pregnant

birthday celebration

show of power

OVA

OVA II

nonnies, i present to you: 

Title: overheat

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, breeding kink, dick too bomb

MINORS, DNI!!

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It’s those goddamn shorts. Bucky is trying hard not to glare at you, sprawled comfortably on the bed as you lounge. He’s got a love/hate relationship with those fucking shorts—mainly because every time you wear them, it’s just a torturous countdown to inevitable moment he rips them off. It’s miserably hot in the apartment—the central air is on the fritz, and the accompanying heatwave isn’t doing the apartment any favors. 

You’ve stripped off the oversized t-shirt you’d been wearing, and now rested in only your strappy, black sports bra, your legs making a “4” as you tried to touch as little of your own skin to yourself as possible. Bucky’s sitting at the desk across from the bed, doing his best to respond to Steve’s emails about their newest client—but he can’t concentrate.

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every once in a while I remember that hannibal lecter would show up at crimes he committed and be like “girl WHO did that???”