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daddy’s girl

pairing — congressman!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary — past assassin. nowadays congressman. and yet, his most important business is home with his girls.

warnings — lots of fluff, sexual tension

wordcount — 1.373 words

authors note — bucky as girl dad, just has my heart.

The moment the keys land on the small shelf in your hallway, you count backwards with a smile plastered on your face.

Three.

Silence. For a moment, but you know it only needs a few more seconds before your house is filled with noises like you're taking care of a whole football team.

Two.

You get off the couch, making your way over to the door of the living room to see the scene unfolding.

One.

Your husband stands with his arms wide open in the hallway. His shoes and jacket still on, waiting. Just like you, with a wide grin on his face.

Zero.

“Papa!” The high-pitched, excited voice of your daughter comes from her room. He shouts, echoing through the hallway as she runs with heavy, thundering steps toward the stairs.

“Slow, trouble,” Bucky says, loud enough for her to hear. But she doesn’t care, her feet carrying her down the stairs as fast as possible while she giggles loudly. “Hi, trouble, we don’t want ya to get hurt.”

She huffs.

She got that from her daddy. And he knows.

Whenever you scold him for anything — playfully — he’s huffing. Just like your little daughter. A troublemaker through and through.

“Papa! I draws,” she tells him, her small arms stretched out as she jumps down the last few steps to land safely in his strong arms.

Every day when he comes home after work, you get to see the same sweet scene.

Since your little girl can walk, she runs to her daddy the moment she notices he’s home. And by now, she doesn’t even need long to find out if it was you doing dishes or him coming home.

“You were drawing, baby?” He mutters, kneeling down to put her down but still staying at one height with her.

She nods proudly while her small hands tangle into some of his long strands that fall into his hands and face.

You lean in the doorframe, your heart fluttering in your chest. Seeing your husband so happy, so carefree and full of love causes that tingling feeling in your stomach every single time.

A few years back, when you met Bucky, you wouldn't have thought he could look that happy and full of light. But there he is.

You never tried to fix him. You never will because you can't. But you also don’t want to fix him.

He's not some device that's broken and needs a repair. Bucky is a human being, with his past, with his scars — on body and soul. And though some nights his past is still haunting him and some nights he’s panting and shaking next to you, you never tried to do anything else but just be there for him.

To hold him in his darkest moments. To kiss away the tears. To let him listen to your breathing and your steady heartbeat.

Bucky never wanted someone to fix him. He just wanted someone to stay. And that someone is you, his beautiful and sweet wife and mother of the energy bungle that’s keeping him grounded.

“Draws mama ‘n you, papa,” she says proudly, wiggling out of his arms to run upstairs so she can get her drawings and show them to her dad.

Bucky chuckles softly, his ocean blue eyes trained on the girl before he looks around. His eyes catching you still standing in the doorframe with the beautiful smile all over your lips.

A smile he falls for. Every single day.

“Hi, mama,” he mutters, slipping out of his shoes before he takes a step closer and reaches out to bring his calloused hands to your waist.

A sigh escapes his lips when he pulls you close again to his firm chest. Your arms curling around his neck, playing with the long strands that curl slightly in his neck.

“Hey, handsome,” you chuckle, pecking his plump lips.

His sandalwood scent surrounds you just like his warmth.

“How was your day?” He asks, pecking your lips once more before he looks deep into your eyes.

His gaze is soft and loving, and you can’t help but smile even more. He really is the most beautiful man — gentleman. And he’s all yours.

“Good, little trouble kept re-watching your interviews until I got her to draw something for you,” you chuckle.

Your daughter was sitting excitedly in front of the television, following every one of her dad's movements. She even started to do some moves he always does, repeating his words even if she doesn’t really understand all of them.

“Just like her daddy,” Bucky mutters, turning his head to the stairs when he hears your daughter running through the floor once more. “I love you, pretty mama.”

With that he kisses your forehead and pulls back slightly. Just a moment after, your daughter jumps right back into his arms, showing him proudly the pictures she drew.

One of her running away with Bucky’s metal arm. One of them is standing in front of people and talking about ponies — at least that's what she tells him.

Bucky praises her for every drawing she shows him. The light in her eyes and the happiness written all over her face that her daddy loves her drawings so much make your heart flutter in your chest.

“Now, c’mon, let’s make dinner, trouble,” Bucky says, stroking her hair back before he gets up from where he was kneeling. “Hear your little tummy growling at me already.”

Trouble giggles, hugging his legs to step onto his feet. Bucky smirks, his strong arms wrapping around her shoulders as he walks with her toward the kitchen.

He doesn’t bother to change into a t-shirt, no, he stands with his suit pants and shirt in the kitchen. Making dinner with your daughter, not caring about some stains on his shirt.

Unfortunately, it makes him look even more sexy. Handsome. Beautiful. And all yours.

Bucky lifts your little girl up and sits her down on the counter, standing next to her while he looks over her shoulder at you.

You know you will get all the attention from him after dinner. Once the little girl is in bed, he’s all yours.

“What’s your tummy demanding, baby?” Bucky asks, his calloused fingers tickling over her small belly until she’s wiggling and trying to get away from his moving fingers. “Mhm, maybe some pizza. Or pasta. Or does that little belly of yours want veggies?”

“Nooooo, no veggies, papa,” she shakes her head. “I no like veggies. And mama likes no veggies.”

What a lie. You love vegetables. But your daughter just loves to pull you into everything she doesn’t like, so she’s not alone. Just like her daddy.

“Mama doesn’t like veggies?” Bucky grins, looking at you with a knowing smirk on his lips.

He's making you vegetable plates in the evenings because you prefer them over some sweets when you’re watching movies together. You adore vegetables, so you’re definitely the last one who would say no to them.

“Mhm, pizza it is then?” Bucky suggests, even if you already planned on having pizza anyway. But to see the bright smile on her face because you're making her favourite food makes his day.

She squeals when Bucky gets everything ready to make the pizza with her. Or put all the ingredients on top of it, even if it’s a whole mess of every food she likes.

Chicken. Salami. Surprisingly, some pepper.

“What about some cucumber?” Bucky suggests playfully as he cuts a slice and holds it in front of her mouth. Sneaking some pieces of food into her mouth is the most important part of making food together.

“Nu! I no like veggies, papa,” she shakes her head, pushing his hand away.

Bucky chuckles, offering you the little cucumber heart he cut. He knows she doesn’t like it. But he knows you do.

You smile, taking it and putting it between your lips, suckling softly at it until Bucky is groaning under his breath. His eyes darken for a moment before he tries to focus on making the food again.

“You’re in for trouble, mama,” he whispers, leaning toward you to bite into your earlobe. “Gonna have so much fun with my sweet and mighty wife.

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Tell her about it.

Summary : Bucky's mafia and yours have a long standing rivalry, you decide to end it with a "truce" and a little help from your special friend steve .

Pairing : mafia bucky x mafia reader. Mafia Steve x mafia reader.

Warning : 18+ minors dni . Smut . Smut. Dirty talk. Subby Bucky, dom steve I think that explains it. Dom reader. Poly stucky in the future. Degradation. Subby Bucky is a slut for you.

"fuck fuck steveie please..." You were a whispering mess as steve fucked you from behind, you were on all fours , his favourite position, taking you as he pleased.

"please what sweetheart, use your words you're a big girl."

"please can i cum"

" yes you can my little slut " you came immediately at his words, collapsing on the bed

"good girl"

"thank you daddy" Steve went to the bathroom to clean himself and bring back a wet cloth to clean you up. He wiped away his cum on your inner thighs, pressing a little kiss before bringing you a fresh pair of panties to get into.

" you sure you can convince barnes, he looks like a tough cookie." He said putting your legs into the panties and pulling it up.

" I've seen him Stevie, he's a sweet little puppy waiting to be played with, he needs a playmate and that could me be ."

" sure you don't just wanna play with his balls? "

" that too daddy but there's more, you'll see."

"alright princess i trust you, don't mess this up." He said tucking your blanket in, a pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving.

Bucky came into your office , thinking you called him to talk about your turf wars that's been going on for a few years over your territory.

" you're scared I'm gonna win aren't you sweetheart? " Bucky said standing in your office.

"take a seat barnes" you say sipping your Bourbon

He smirked and sat in the office chair, crossing his legs and leaning back on it as if he owned the place

"Why do you wanna take what's mine?" You ask.

"because I can, and it's mine for the taking" Bucky smirked.

"My grandpa seized it from yours"

"And I'll seize it from you" Bucky replied with more of a sinister smirk.

You only laugh in response.He grins, " what's so funny sweetheart"

"You think you're so tough"

"I am sweetheart" Bucky said with a smirk.

"You're not, you're a little puppy "

Bucky looked at you for a second, not knowing how to respond. He stood up and leaned both his strong arms on your desk " what did you call me sweetheart?"

"puppy"

Bucky was taken aback , he smirked for a moment before leaning closer to you. " you got some guts to be talking to me like that sweetheart"

"Come here little puppy " you beckoned him with your finger."I'm not-" Bucky tried to deny the fact that he was a "puppy" but he sighed and walked around the desk, standing right infront of you.

"Aww you're so good at taking orders puppy" you say grabbing him by his chin.Bucky stood there without saying anything, the fact that he did obey your command even bothered him. "Shut up" he mumbled. "Make me".

Bucky grabbed you by the chin, pulling your face closer to him " watch your tone darling".

"Or what ?"

"Or I'll shut you up myself" He smirked as he leaned closer to your face."Hmm see that's why you're not so tough banres "

"You’re a pain in the goddamn ass sweetheart" he said with a grin.

"and You're still flirting with me "

Bucky didn't deny it, his smirk only grew wider. "So what if I am sweetheart" he said in a low voice .

"How do you expect me to take you seriously ?"

"Just because I'm flirting with you doesn't mean I won't get serious sweetheart" Bucky said as he moved even closer to you .

"I don't know puppy" you say mockingly.

Bucky growled a bit at you calling him a puppy "stop calling me that darling " 

"Aww is my little boo boo getting mad?"

"I'm not getting mad , don't test me sweetheart" Bucky said through gritted teeth. You could easily tell that you were getting under his skin .Bucky leaned closer, his expression darken a bit "you shouldn't tease me darling, it'll end badly for you"

"Little puppy , let me see if I have any treats for you" you open your draw, looking for something.

Bucky looked irritated at you "I am not a f-cking puppy, I'm a god damn mafia boss" he nearly shouted at you.

"Oh I have some toffees you can suck on"

"I don't want any damn toffees" Bucky said in annoyance, but you could see he did kinda want toffees.

"Fine " you say popping one in my mouth , sucking on it.Bucky's eyes locked on to your mouth, watching the way you sucked on the damn toffee. How much he wanted to put something else in your mouth. He clenched his jaw again, trying to keep those thoughts away, yet he found himself leaning closer to you again .

"You sure you don't want it?"

He groaned, unable to resist any longer. Grabbing your chin he pulled you close to his face."F-ck, fine. I want it" he muttered.With those words, he crashed his lips onto yours fiercely. The kiss was rough and hungry, all while his hands gripped your waist tightly ,His tongue pushed inside your mouth, demanding entrance. He pulled you closer to him, his body pressed against yours completely. His hands ran down your waist to your hips, gripping  tightly , he skillfully shifted the toffe to his mouth.Bucky swallowed the toffee, his grip on your hips becoming even tighter. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak, his voice low and hoarse " you have way too much goddamn power over me sweetheart And goddamn you taste even more sweeter than the damn toffee" Bucky said as he started kissing your neck, his hands roaming freely over your body. "

You grinned at his confession,"That's why I have a plan " you say pulling him by his collar.

Bucky stopped, pulling away for a second. "a plan? what do you mean?" he asked curiously 

"A truce"

Bucky looked at you for a bit, "a truce? you want to make a truce, sweetheart?" he asked with surprise in his voice .

"Not that kinda truce where you surrender to me puppy." Bucky let out a sigh, clearly annoyed by you calling him a 'puppy' again "and what kind of truce did you have in mind sweetheart?" he asked, raising an eyebrow .

"Although you'd look good on your knees begging "

That comment made Bucky's cheeks flush a bit, a slight glint in his eyes . but he quickly regained his composure and replied "the only one getting on their knees will be you sweetheart." 

"Oh is that right daddy?" Bucky's grip on your hips tighten, the fact you just called him "daddy" made his heart beat faster. He pulled you even closer to him, his lips right next to your ear as he whispered "damn right it is, sweetheart" 

"You'd like to see me on my knees don't you?" You but your lip.

Bucky groaned, his face heating up as the images of you on your knees flashed through  his mind. "yes sweetheart I do" he replied, his voice hoarser than before. He pulled you even closer to him, his body pressing against yours fully. He could feel the heat between us and he knew you did too. 

"You think you deserve it puppy?"

Bucky smirked, his grip on your body tightening. "oh I definitely deserve it sweetheart" he said as he started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. "You know I'm not the type to beg" his teeth scraped against your skin, leaving marks along your collar bone .

"Guess it'll be your first time" you say pulling him up to your eye level by his collar .

Bucky stopped for a moment, his face flushed and his breaths labored. "I've never begged for anything in my life sweetheart" he said in a low voice. He looked up at you, his gaze burning with desire. "you're a goddamn tease , you know that" he grumbled, one of his hands sliding under your shirt . You swat his hand away.He let out a lowgrowl as you swat his hand away. "don't tease me sweetheart, you know what you're doing to me" his hand quickly shot up and grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. "you can't deny you want this just as badly as I do" he said with a smirk .

"On your knees puppy "

Bucky's body tensed as you commanded him. His expression was a mix of defiance and submission, but he knew deep down that he wanted this just as much as you did. Without another word, he dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and irritation. "happy now, sweetheart?" he grumbled 

He let out a soft moan as your hand made contact with his face. He looked up at you, a mixture of pleasure and surprise in his eyes. He loved the way you were taking control, and he couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. "F-ck, that felt good sweetheart" he said, his voice hoarse and strained. "You like seeing me on my knees like this, don't you?" 

Bucky couldn't help but let out another moan as you slapped him again. He loved the way this played like a cat and a mouse. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and just a hint of annoyance. "Damn you're good at this sweetheart" he muttered as he leaned into your touch, his body craving more of your dominance. "You really do like seeing me at your mercy, don't you?" 

"I think you like it more puppy " you say grabbing a fistful of his hair, bringing his face to your clothes pussy.

Bucky couldn't deny the truth in your words, he was loving every moment of this. Despite his usual dominant personality, there was something about being submissive for you that felt so right. "F-ck I do, I love submitting for you sweetheart" he confessed, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're a goddamn tease, making me go all soft like this" he grunted. "But I'd let you do anything, sweetheart. You have a f-cking power over me I can't explain" 

"Put that mouth to good use and then I'll tell you about the truce "

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I'm a material girl

Summary: You being mad and frustrated about life, and lloyd trying to make you happy by giving you his credit card .

"Come on sunshine don't make that face." Lloyd puts his arms around your waist , giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

" don't tell me what to do lloyd , I'm mad 😤" lloyd only laughs at your antics because he finds it cute.

" who was it this time? Your idiot boss? Do I have to have "the talk" with him again for upsetting my wife?" Lloyd says pulling you into his big arms you fit right in, he lifts you effortlessly and takes you to the couch, cradling you gently.

"no don't do that again, it wasn't Pete " you say nuzzling your head into his muscular chest.

" Then who is it? Is it Sharon, she giving you any trouble? " He rubs your back gently, other hand massaging your thigh .

" no it's not Sharon " you mumble , cuddling him closer, you loved having lloyd wrapped around you like this, it made all your problems go away.

" Then what is it sunshine? " Lloyd lifted your face from his chest , and made you look at him.

" Just life... everything sucks , nothing is going the the way I want." Lloyd takes a moment to process what you're trying to say, he knows you overwhelm yourself with tasks sometimes and get very upset when everything is not in place.

"shh I know , I know pretty girl, it'll get better trust me, you don't have to be so upset about it." He tries to console you.

" hmm then what should I do?"

" How about you take daddy's credit card and go on a shopping spree? " He says taking his credit card out of his wallet and handing it to you.

" you think that's gonna fix all my problems? " You say glaring at him . Lloyd gives you a little kiss on the nose, making your anger go away.

" I'm not saying it'll fix everything sunshine but I'm sure it'll help. Go get yourself something nice or buy another ridiculously expensive plant for your garden."

" heyy it was an exotic species, totally worth it -"

" great then go get another one, don't come back until you've hit the limit yeah, will you do that for me?"

" Fine since you're begging me to, I'll do it lloyd " you take the card from him.

Lloyd swats your ass playfully. " Good girl now go on, I've got this little " problem" in the basement I have to deal with. "

You give him a big kiss , finally feeling better. "Thank you daddy "

" aww you're welcome sunshine, that's what daddy's here for , to take care of you when you're feeling bad , don't forget it " It was at that moment you knew you married the right man. A little dark, psychotic, with murderous tendencies but a Good man . He's a good man savannah .

A/N : I don't want this kinda man to be my husband, i want this man , lloyd hansen 😭😭. Lmk if you want more of this man.

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Hot Under the Collar

Summary: Andy gets a dose of something not asked for.

Warnings: Andy gets drugged, Dub con, Misuse of magic(?), Sex pollen, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: ~2.4k

A/N: Written for @gremlin-girly's 20 Questions. Prompts:

Character 8 - Andy Barber Question 2 - "Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Trope 19 - Sex Pollen / Fuck or die

Working as a paralegal for the District Attorney could really be a mixed bag. There were valleys of boredom because of the routine nature of the cases, and there were chaotic storms when something big happened. You'd learned how to weather the droughts and floods better than most. Now you were the most senior legal assistant in the building. It wasn't great work, but it was comfortable.

Really the biggest difficulty you have is with all of the younger paralegals going all heart eyes for Mr. Barber, the Assistant DA. You don't understand the attraction, but it's probably just because he's not your type. You prefer the dorky guys with glasses.

That is not Mr. Barber; workaholic, all about looking professional, not letting his personal life get in the mix. It's one of the reasons he still wore his wedding ring despite the divorce being years ago. Honestly, it really made him one of the better bosses you've had. No small awkward small talk about nonexistent weekend plans. No unwanted flirting. Just work, sometimes a compliment whenever you brought in homemade sweets to share.

One day Kat, one of the newer paralegals brought in a small batch of cookies just for Mr. Barber. She made a bit of a show about putting them on his desk, even wearing a very low cut dress for the occasion. She started talking about how much work she put into them and basically wouldn't stop gushing until he'd eaten one and complimented her on it.

She walked back to her desk looking like the cat that ate the canary. All you could to was shake your head and keep working.

A couple hours later Mr. Barber, looking somehow both pale and flushed, mentions he's not feeling well and needs to go home.

Kat jumps up, breasts bouncing a little, "I'll take you home, Andy."

"No," he shakes his head and puts out a hand. "Not a good idea." He takes a few breaths. "Don't want to get you sick."

"I don't mind, sir," she chirps, holding her arms so her breasts are pushed out a little more.

"No!" His outburst gets everyone's attention and his face turns a shade of red. "Not feeling well. Going home. Alone."

She slumps into her chair, disappointment written all over her face.

The next day Mr. Barber calls in sick. You're starting to worry about him. He's always taken such good care of his health. Especially since he doesn't have anyone to take care of him.

Kat is grousing at her desk when you ask her notified that Mr. Barber won't be coming in today. There's a flurry of activity because all of his cases need to get reassigned or rescheduled. She's visibly frustrated, even though she got the smallest number of cases to work on.

"This is so stupid," she complains to you. "Hey, you know Andy's address, right?"

"Yes, but I don't think it's a good idea to visit him," you tell her. "Mr. Barber so rarely gets sick this is likely something you're not going to want to catch."

"Oh please, it's nothing!" she pouts.

"Mr. Barber doesn't call in sick for 'nothing,'" you counter. "In all my years working for him, calling in sick is a very rare, very serious occasion."

"But it's just a little love potion!"

There's a bit of quiet after she blurts that out.

"What was that?" you raise an eyebrow as the Canavan, the DA moves closer.

Kat is suddenly flustered, clearly realizing her mistake. "It was just a little love potion in those cookies I made for him yesterday. He just needs to...get some loving and he'll be fine."

"You drugged him?!" the Canavan exclaims.

"No! I mean...technically, yes, but it's harmless! Easy cure! I can fix it, if I can just sleep with him!"

"Kat, you're going to sit and wait for the police to arrive," Canavan orders.

"But it's an easy fix!"

"You drugged someone!" Canavan points to you. "Call Andy and tell him he needs to get the hospital ASAP! And if he doesn't answer go to his apartment."

"Yes, ma'am," you nod, picking up the office phone.

"But he's supposed to sleep with me!" Kat stomps her foot.

It isn't long before you're knocking on his door. "Mr. Barber! Mr. Barber, can you open the door?" You tell him who it is, just in case he doesn't recognize your voice and tell him it's an emergency.

Mr. Barber opens the door and pulls you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. You want to yell but the words die on your tongue as you take in his condition. And his naked form.

He's beyond disheveled. His normally perfect hair and beard are all a mess. His chest is drenched in sweat. His...erection is looking red with precum at the tip.

You're further shocked when he locks the door and pulls you close, sniffing your hair.

"M...Mr. Barber," you stammer. He rubs his beard along your neck as his surprisingly strong arms hold you tight. "Mr. Barber---"

"Andy," he growls.

"Mr. Barber," you spit. "You've been poisoned. We've got to get you to a hospital!"

"Poisoned?"

"Those cookies Kat gave you? She drugged them or something. We have to get you to the emergency room."

"Kat," he sneers. "Don't need her. Don't need her bland cookies. Don't need the ER. Just need you. The one constant in my life. My guiding star."

He hands start to wander and you try smacking him away. When that doesn't work you stop his toes and he immediately lets go with a yell.

You try to get to the door, you can call an ambulance from the hall, but he's quick to block your path. Rather than looking angry or hurt, he gets on his knees, holding his hands on front of him, eyes frantic.

"Please, please, I know I'm not in control of myself. I'm sorry! Please!"

"We need to get you to a hospital," you reiterate.

"No, no, no, please!" he begs, hands pressed together like he's praying. "No one can see me like this. It'll kill my reputation. It'll hurt the entire office!"

"It's a medical emergency, there's no shame in that," you roll your eyes.

"There is when it's a priapism!" he whines. "Do you have any idea how much the jokes will affect my entire career? Especially if this makes the news?! No jury would ever take me seriously again and the public defendants would have an easy target to dismantle all my arguments!"

"I suppose I can see the logic," you sigh. "But you still need medical help."

"Did Kat say what she poisoned me with?"

"She said it was supposed to be a love potion?" you shake your head. "Which probably explains...that," you gesture to his erection. "Probably had stuff that affects... blood flow or libido or something."

"Love potion?"

"That's what she called it," you shrug. "I'm guessing you've tried the usual stuff, like thinking about baseball, taking a cold shower..."

"I've done all that and can't stop jerking myself off," he admits, cheeks red with shame. "The closest I had to relief was when I was holding you. It's why I didn't want to let go."

"Oh no," you groan, putting your head in your hands. "She implied...implied that...sex was the...the cure."

Mr. Barber's eyes widen and he crawls closer to you, "please! Please help me! I promise I'll make it good for you!"

"Is there anyone else to help you? Maybe a girlfriend? A close friend, even?"

"No," he shakes his head, tears forming. "Since Laurie left I just couldn't let myself get close to anyone. You're the one person I'm closest too and that's mainly because you're the most reliable person in my life. The one I can actually count on. Who won't leave me."

You give a resigned sigh. "After this, we're getting you a dating profile."

He winces as if you slapped him but gets on his feet to hug you. "Don't want anyone but you. You're the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, reliable---"

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?!" you snap. "I'm not exactly having a great time here! Sleeping with my boss is a line I've never wanted to cross! And I wouldn't have to if you'd just go to the hospital! But no, it's not good for your reputation. And fine, I understand that, but it doesn't mean I want this!"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, tears pouring from his eyes. "I promise, I swear on my career, I'll make it up to you."

"I'm sure you will," you shake your head, eyes rolling. "But for now, go lay down on your bed." He's quick to obey your direction and you take that as a good sign.

You undress as you approach him. He really is handsome and surprisingly well muscled. Maybe you can just forget that he's your boss for however long this takes.

As you get close, he moves to hold you but you stop him. "We're going to do this how I need it done, understood?" He nods. "Scoot down a little because I'm going to sit on that face of yours and you're going to put that mouth to good use. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, please!" he licks his lips, eyes focused on your naked form.

You hover over his face and take a little pleasure from hearing his whines. He's keeping himself still, awaiting your instruction. The thought of this normally stolid man becoming a whimpering mess for you helps you get more into the mood.

"Go to town," you tell him.

A small growl is your only warning before he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you all the way down onto his face. A gasp escapes your lips as his tongue gets to work. You have to use the headboard to steady yourself; you weren't expecting him to be good at this. Maybe it's the beard scratching your inner thighs or the fact that he's eating you out like a man starved or how long it's been since you've had sex, but you're feeling so good already. His groans and moans have you grinding his face, chasing your release.

You're not expecting him to keep going after you've cum, but it just seems to excite him more. You can feel his body twitching and you look over your shoulder to see his cock shooting semen all over his stomach, some reaching his chest.

"Okay, that should be enough, right?" you rasp, trying to lift yourself off of his face.

He answers you with another growl and pulls you back into place.

"Mr. Barber," you whine. "Mr. Barber, please. That has to be enough."

Your world gets flipped and you're suddenly on your back.

"Andy," he growls. "I'm not Mr. Barber here."

"Fine, Andy," you acquiesce, slightly nervous at how feral he's looking with your juices all over his beard. "You just came all over yourself. Isn't that enough?"

"It was the best orgasm I've had since I ate those damn cookies," he admits. "It helped, but it's not enough. Need to be inside you. Please!"

You reach out and grab his hair, pulling his head back so he has to look at you. "You better be damn grateful I'm on the pill."

"And I'll make sure you get some Plan B just in case, too," he promises. "Just please, please, let me cum inside you."

"Fine," you shrug, trying to hide your nerves.

Andy quickly kisses his way up your front, pausing at your breasts for a few moments, alternating licking and biting your nipples. You're rolling your hips as he gets to your mouth and kisses you, deep and passionate. You revel in the taste of yourself on his tongue and open your legs a little wider.

He lines himself up with your entrance and quickly pushes his erection into you. You keen a little at the size, pulling his hair.

When he's fully sheathed, you feel his cock twitching and he looks like he's cumming again already. Whatever it was Kat drugged him with was clearly potent. You figure Andy has to have been in a lot of pain.

Andy pulls out a little and you think he's done, but instead he thrusts himself back into your core with a moan.

"I knew you'd feel so good," he groans as his hips pick up speed. "Sweetest tasting pussy, too. You're so good for me." He pushes himself up just enough so he can watch your breasts bounce with each thrust.

Figuring he's lost in his own drugged up state, only concerned with his own pleasure, you reach your hand down between your bodies and start playing with your clit.

"Was my mouth not good enough for you?" he growls.

"What the hell makes you think that was enough for me?" you bite back. "Doesn't matter. We're here for your pleasure. Let me just make sure I get to have some, too."

"I'm sorry," he concedes. "I'm out of control. I know I am. I don't know what to do."

"You can shut up, keep fucking me, and not comment when I try to get myself off!"

"Yes, ma'am," he groans, continuing to piston into your pussy.

With only the lascivious sounds of your hips meeting, it's easier for you to focus on making yourself feel good. On pretending you're with someone else, one of the IT guys who shares your love of bad jokes. Most importantly, pretending you're not with your boss.

When you finally do cum again, it sets him off. He moans and puts all of his weight on you, kissing and biting along your neck.

The two of you lay there for a minute, Andy catching his breath. He pulls out of you and tears up. "The pain's finally gone," he rasps. I think...I think it's finally out of my system."

"Good," you answer hoarsely. "Then you can get off of me. You are not a small man."

"Shit, sorry!" he quickly rolls off of you.

"I'll stick around for another hour or so, make sure things are actually...settled, but then I'm going home."

"What? You don't have to go."

"You're my boss and this is a lot for me to process," you confess, tears starting to form in your eyes.

"What...what do you need me to do? What can I do to help you?"

"Give me space and keep things professional in the office."

"Okay..." he mumbles, disappointment written all over his face.

An hour later, when it looks like he has kicked whatever the drug from the cookies was, you head home. Andy desperately wants you to stay with him. Wants to comfort you. Take care of you. It's strange, he thinks. Before today he'd only ever thought of you as a friend, a reliable coworker. But now he can't stop thinking about you, and thinking of how he can win your heart.

Maybe there was some magic in those cookies, he thinks.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

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Happy Pride y'all 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🌈 .

happy pride to whatever the fuck this was

[stuckyslut8]

Uhmm I think I need the whole fist , he can use the gun too.

oh nothing. just need all three fingers.

[stuckyslut8]

Okay they are canon and Bucky wants to be a good boy taking orders from his captain in that outfit , maybe take something else later.

It’s kind of growing on him.

[stuckyslut8]

Courting

Synopsis: Bucky is a man from a different time. It shows when you start ‘going steady’ and honestly, you love it. Alternatively; Bucky uses 40’s dating etiquette to woo you, and surprises you with a modern turn of phrase.

cw: it’s set in a vague timeline where it’s just before cabnw but also during fatws so no thunderbolts spoilers! Bucky is a FLIRT, reader is a little shy, anxiety representation, lots of casual getting to know you, going on a date flirting, Bucky’s serious about reader tho!

word count: 4.4k

Bucky Barnes prides himself on being able to court a woman. He really does. He knows all the rules, knows all the things to say, and it doesn’t hurt that he can flirt his way through any conversation.

You and Bucky met at the Smithsonian when Bucky was missing Steve a little too much and popped in just to get a glimpse of his best friend again.

You were by the Isaiah Bradley display, reading through before murmuring under your breath, “Those poor men.”

Bucky hadn’t meant to eavesdrop like that, but there was so much concern in your voice and he had to say something lest you think they all suffered — looking back, maybe he wasn’t the best person to break that news to you.

“We didn’t all suffer so bad.”

You had gasped when you noticed him, hand to your chest. “You’re Bucky Barnes,” you weigh your words before adding, “Steve’s best friend.”

That alone had won him over. You didn’t bring up the Winter Soldier, or that Bucky was as traumatised as super soldiers went. Just that he was Steve’s best friend.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “This your first time at the Smithsonian?”

You shake your head, a little heat flushing up your cheeks. “I come every couple of weeks, to see if they have any new stuff to add to your plaques. It’s kinda messed up what they did to all of you.”

Bucky smiles, shaking his head. It is messed up, he knows that. All the super soldiers besides John Walker know how messed up it was. “We came out alright, made it to the 21st century after all.”

You tilt your head to the side, “I guess that’s true.”

Bucky’s eyes light up. “Made it this far to meet pretty girls too.”

Your cheeks flame and Bucky chuckles, you chat a bit more before he gives you his number.

It takes you two days to text him. You’d been overthinking it, if you should or shouldn’t. In the end, if he ignored you at least you’d have tried.

It turns out Bucky didn’t give you his number just to be polite, because he answered your text immediately.

The first time he had used his courting experience was when he’d made it a point to establish the fact that he wanted to take you out every second Friday of the month.

He had it in his head that the effort had to be shown and then followed through the entire time and after two days, he was determined to show you that he was serious.

‘I’m free every other Friday, if that’s good with you doll.’

You had responded four minutes later after looking at your phone in shock and a little bit of bewilderment, when was the last time a man was so forward but not in a pushy way?

‘It’s perfect as long as work doesn’t bleed into my weekends’

From there Bucky had planned three of the dates meticulously, going over places and ideas in his head until he’d settled on the best three according to himself.

The first date was at a new diner near his apartment, one that Sam said did really good milkshakes and Bucky hadn’t been able to let the idea go.

“It’s nothing too fancy, but Sam said it’s a good spot.”

You’d worn a pretty skirt and blouse, and Bucky had worn a grey henley and jeans.

“You look gorgeous,” Bucky was full of compliments as you’d learn as the afternoon went on. He dished them out easily and most of the time you pretended not to hear him because he had a sort of pleased look on his face every time you stammered to keep the conversation going, and that in itself had in your stomach in knots.

He even brought you a bouquet of red tulips which had sat beside you on the sticky diner table all day.

“Oh they have milkshakes!” You say excitedly when you catch a server walking past.

Bucky’s heart sores. God bless the forties for making that a thing.

“Wanna try one?”

You look up at him, eyes brimming with hopefulness, “Will we do the cheesy sharing from the same cup?”

Bucky leans back in the booth seat, blue eyes boring into you. “And the same straw if you really want to, doll.”

He’s so fucking smooth, because you can’t do anything but nod now that his gaze is fixed on you.

Deciding what milkshake had taken nearly five minutes, back and forth between what was a classic flavor and why strawberry was definitely not good (Bucky was very offended) and then settling on a Shamrock Shake even though St. Patrick’s day had long passed.

Sharing the milkshake sitting across from each other was more intimate than you had expected it to be, (you hadn’t ended up using one straw but just the eye contact was enough to fluster you). Bucky walked you to your car after paying for dinner, very offended that you tried to pay half of the bill, and opened the door for you. When you had gotten in, he leant a little into your space, “Did you have a good time, doll?”

Your heart pounds. You had a great time, Bucky was easy to be around, even with your shyness.

“I did, thank you Bucky. Did you?”

He smiled, “Don’t see how I couldn’t with you as company.” In your sputtering for an answer Bucky’s heart beat a little faster, you were the cutest thing ever.

“Any opposition to a gala for our next date?”

You raise your eyebrows. “I’m not the biggest fan of crowds but I don’t see why it couldn’t be fun. Is it for the new Captain America thing?”

Bucky smiles, “I’ll text you the details. Drive safe, doll.”

The gala was fun even if a little anxiety inducing when you note the number of people there.

Bucky’s good though, he doesn’t give you a moment alone to feel that anxiety or have anyone come up to you to ask you a million questions.

It’s a veteran gala and Bucky didn’t want to go through that alone because he was getting another medal post Thanos; not that he really wanted it.

That night, as you sat beside him at one of the tables, it was hard to ignore the feel of his hand grasping your ankle and stroking it.

His palm is warm against your skin but you can feel the twitch in his fingers.

“We can leave early if you really don’t want to get it, Bucky.”

He turns to you with a smile, his cheeks a little warm when you meet his eyes. “No, I can handle it, doll.”

You tut, shaking your head. “Yeah but you look like you’re gonna pass out waiting for them to call your name.”

He rolls his eyes, “I do not.” He can actually feel the acid churning in his stomach.

In the end, the ‘medal’ is Bucky partially funding a veteran support group in honor of his friend Sam Wilson, who’s the new Captain America, and Steve Rogers. He much prefers that sort of medal.

It was only after Bucky had gotten you home from the gala that you noticed the slip of paper in your clutch.

It had the name of the diner you and Bucky had gone to a week and a half ago, but on the backside of the paper was his semi messy scrawl.

You looked gorgeous tonight. Purple’s definitely your colour, doll. I know it’s only the second date, but you’re all I think about most days. I wanna see you again, but I know tonight was a lot with all those people. Sleep well, doll. Dream of me if you’d like.

Yours,

James.

That had made you smile so hard your cheeks ached. He signed it with his actual name, not the cute nickname he got so many years ago, his real, government name and that was not something that went unnoticed by you.

Immediately you changed his name in your phone to James with a little heart next to it.

You’re not really sure you’re sold on Bucky’s affections towards you, till the third date when Bucky pulls up to your apartment with another bouquet of flowers, peonies this time in pretty pinks and soft yellows.

“Bucky, these are gorgeous!” You had rushed back into your house to add them to the vase with the other flowers he had dropped off for you on your doorstep last week.

You can hear him chuckling in your doorway as you flit about.

“Was there any traffic?” you asked over the sound of your tap filling the vase.

“Not too much, but it is lunchtime on a Saturday.”

You had mentioned to Bucky a little bit ago that there was a perfect spot in the park near your house for a picnic now that New York had finally warmed up, and the next text you had received was Bucky asking if you had any nut allergies.

It wasn’t your usual date day, but Bucky had pleaded and begged just a little (although he really hadn’t had to), and had even sent you a photo of the most gorgeous picnic blanket and you were agreeing faster than anything.

“I’m ready to go now.” Seeing Bucky there leaning in the archway of your kitchen makes you feel so many things that you can’t help it when you lean up and kiss just under his jaw before walking towards your door after snagging your picnic basket from on the counter.

“Coming, Bucky?”

He only shakes his head, some of his hair falling into his eyes as he follows behind you. You swear you hear him mutter, “Not a shy thing at all,” but you don’t say anything because your nerve has worn off and you actually can’t believe you really kissed his cheek.

Bucky hadn’t spared an expense on your picnic. He had gotten peaches, plums, two different cheeses, apples, grapes (black ones; your favourite) and even a bottle of sparkling wine.

You had brought sandwiches and salt and vinegar potato chips (those became Bucky’s new favourites), a sketchbook and your camera.

“Were picnics something you did a lot?” you ask Bucky as he makes you a plate - crackers, cheese, some of the fruit and half the sandwich you packets.

Bucky squints at you as he slices a wedge of the plum free from the stone. “If it was, would you be jealous, doll?”

You shake your head, some of the peach juice dribbling down your wrist. Bucky’s quick but gentle as he thumbs it away and presses his thumb to his lips. You’re so grateful that his hands aren’t on you to feel how fast your pulse hammers.

“I’m just curious what the dating customs of the 40’s looked like.” It’s a miracle your voice remains even.

Bucky nods like he doesn’t really believe you. “I think I went on one, but there was never really a good time for more.”

You wince, you had forgotten that he’d gotten drafted.

Your reaction makes Bucky laugh, “I’m glad I get to find out if I really like them now though. There’s a lot more to enjoy about picnics now without all the smog.”

His teeth snap through the wedge of the plum before he continues, “I can see my date better, which feels like an incredible plus.”

Damn Bucky’s flirting.

You spend all evening at the park, and it’s so fun because Bucky poses for some of your pictures and then takes some of you and when you pose for a few together and Bucky stares at you there’s a sort of stillness that overcomes you.

His eyes bore into yours, the blue of them stopping you where your finger is poised over the button to snap the photo.

“Take the photo doll,” he whispers, his lips hovering near yours as he reaches up and presses your finger down just before leaning all the way in, pressing your lips together.

Bucky’s quick to take the camera from your hand after, setting it on the blanket and cupping your cheek to deepen the kiss.

It’s not too long, but it’s more than a peck and when he pulls away you can barely open your eyes.

“Was that okay?” Bucky whispers, the hand still cupping your face warm where it rests.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” his laugh rocks you as you press your forehead into his shoulder. “I don’t think you were really frozen in ice all that time, James Barnes.”

Bucky cups the back of your head as his laughs die down. “Whatever you want to believe, honey.”

Bucky gets to your house just after sunset, and you let him walk you to your front door. You don’t really want the date to end, but you’re tired and you have to imagine so is he.

“I had a really nice evening, Bucky.”

He smiles, a hand on your lower back as he stands in front of you. “So did I,” you turn to open the door but he stops you.

“I’ve gotta go out of town for a little bit, so we’re gonna have to rain check next Friday’s date.”

You hold onto the sleeve of his Henley before he can step back, “Is everything alright?”

Bucky nods, “Yeah just some stuff I have to deal with.”

“Winter soldier stuff?” You nearly whisper the words, not wanting to upset Bucky. He only nods with a soft smile. “Be careful okay?”

“You don’t want to be my nurse if I get hurt, doll? That’s harsh.”

You laugh, shaking your head at him. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Bucky’s chest aches at your care for him. It’s been a long while since he’s been given that kind of affection.

“I’ll be careful, doll.”

“Good.”

Bucky leans in and presses a kiss just at the corner of your mouth, “Goodnight doll, lock your doors.” He reminds you like you’re not a woman in New York City, but it still makes you smile and your chest goes a little gooey.

Bucky doesn’t move from your doorstep till he hears your locks click into place.

-

Bucky’s been gone for a week and a half already and you can’t help but miss him.

You’ve been chatting back and forth and you’ve even started sending him songs to listen to. He’s got a very limited list of favourites that you’ve made it your mission to resolve.

You find another note in your handbag when you decided against texting Bucky and cleaned your cupboards instead.

It was in your bag from the picnic date, and you smiled when you noticed his handwriting on another receipt from the grocery where he got the cheese.

I hope you find this when I’m gone and you’re missing me; I know you are, doll, it’s okay.

I miss you too and I haven’t left yet.

When I get back I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Maybe we’ll go somewhere quiet again? Or I saw they’re reopening one of those antique places with all those retro trinkets; I could show what I used to have at home. Show you what I prefer now.

Keep locking your doors, honey. I should send you new flowers, the old ones will be dead soon.

Yours,

James.

Bucky’s very good at these, these little notes that leave you smiling and giddy like a fool.

You pull out your phone, you have to text him now.

I got your note. What was your favourite ‘trinket’?

Bucky answers only three minutes later.

My sister used to have a silver jewellery box that I had the pleasure of filling every month.

You smile at that, he’s always been a provider it seems.

Another chime comes from your phone.

We also had a gramophone that played the clearest music I’ve ever heard.

You roll your eyes.

You’re such an old man.

I’m not offended, doll. A pretty girl I’m seeing told me recently I’m not old at all.

Even miles away he’s got you grinning like an idiot with a racing pulse.

You can’t say anything to that and your thoughts take you to what a perfect gentleman he’s been to you. Bucky opens your doors, drives you home and waits till you get into your house before driving off. You think you might be falling for him, and rapidly.

He’s still gone by Monday and you’re missing him hard, only for the girls you work with to giggle before coming to find you.

“These were dropped for you,” they hand you a huge bouquet of red and white tube roses and a card.

It’s not Bucky’s handwriting but it’s from him,

Sorry I’m still not back, doll. I should just be gone for another day. Don’t miss me too much, yeah? I need a few kisses when I get back to make up for all this time away. I listened to that song you recommended, it was good. How do I make a playlist?

Yours,

James.

The note had you blushing and extremely flustered. Your coworkers noticed it immediately.

“Are you two going steady?”

You regret telling them who you’d been going out with. When they leave, you’re stuck with the realisation of how different Bucky is to the men you’ve dated before.

It’s a small thing, but you hardly think any of them got you flowers as consistently as he does, and you don’t think you’ve ever received such thoughtful bouquets.

You called Bucky when you got home, happy to hear his voice.

“Thank you for the flowers, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome, doll.”

You have the bouquet from today on your bedside table and smile when you spot it after changing into your pajamas.

“You caused quite a scene when they got delivered.”

You can hear the amusement in his words. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, the girls I work with brought them to me. They were very impressed by the size of the bouquet, Barnes.”

“I’m just concerned about what you think of me.” Was his answer and after that you couldn’t get a full sentence out of you.

He’s so open with his feelings towards you it’s scary, it makes your heart race but you also know he’s not just saying it. He means it and that makes you fall just a little more for Bucky.

“You’re sweet.” Is all you can manage, your face heated with a blush.

“Sam and I are finishing this up tonight, so I should be able to see you when we get back.”

You don’t know if you’re reading into his words, but Bucky sounds relieved at the prospect of seeing you soon.

“Isn’t it going to be a day’s long flight?”

“And I can see you right after I land, honey. So long as it’s not midnight or while you’re gonna be sleeping.”

Bucky Barnes isn’t good for your heart with the way he just wholly shows you how much he wants to spend time with you.

“Do you still need help with your playlist?”

He huffs, “Sam showed me. He’s not a good teacher though, was snippy the whole time; you’d think he’d remember I was in ice.”

You laugh, “I’ll show you when you get back, babe.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything about the pet name, but for the rest of the phone call he doesn’t respond unless you use it.

It’s two days before he’s back and Bucky drives straight over to see you.

He’s at your door a few hours after you get home from work, and when you open the door to see him, he’s there with a single rose in his hand and a tired smile on his face.

“Is it possible you got prettier while I was gone?” He leans against your doorway.

“You look dead on your feet, Bucky. Come inside.” you lead him to your sofa, watching him move with heavy but careful steps all the way through your living room.

Bucky’s movements are measured, not a single action wasted as he takes off his boots and socks and detaches his metal arm.

“I really missed you,” he sighs as he lays on your sofa, eyes shut as he takes a long breath.

“I really missed you too,” you brush back some hair from his face. “You could’ve gone home to sleep first, you know?”

Bucky opens his eyes and it takes great effort to do so, the whites of his eyes shot through with streaks of intense red.

“I wanted to see you,” he yawns. “But you’ve trapped me into laying on your sofa.”

You laugh, your fingers still knotted in his hair. “You can take a nap Bucky, or you can sleep the night here. I’m not really excited by the idea of you driving back tired.”

“I won’t doll,” he shuts his eyes again, the feel of your fingers on his scalp lulling him into a peacefulness he’s missed. “Tell me what you got up to while I was gone. I know you weren’t just counting down the days till I got back.”

You roll your eyes as you recount the last two weeks of your life, Bucky’s not even awake to hear what you did on the second day of him being gone.

You cover him up with your throw blanket and dim the lights of your living room. You make the playlist for him while he sleeps, putting all the songs you’ve sent him on the memory stick so he can leave with it.

Bucky doesn’t spend the night, but as he’s leaving he holds your cheek, “I didn’t come with an ulterior motive, just to see you. If you want, we can go have dinner tomorrow. I have something I want to ask you, doll.”

“That’s ominous,” you’re a little nervous by that phrase. No one likes being told that someone has ‘something to ask them’ in a day. There’s anxiety crawling up your chest before Bucky kisses your lips.

“It’s a good question baby, don’t overthink it. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

You grab the memory stick off the table before you could forget, “Here, I put all the songs I’ve sent on here.” Bucky kisses you again.

“You’re an angel,” you steal a kiss before he pulls away. “Lock your doors.”

“Sir yes sir.”

You hear him laugh all the way to his car.

Despite Bucky’s well meaning, ‘Don’t overthink it.’ That’s all you did when you woke up and started sifting through dresses to wear.

You’re ready at six and that makes you even more anxious. There’s too much time to do nothing but sit and overthink it.

You’re working yourself up to outright calling Bucky when there’s a knock at your door.

A quick peek at the clock on your stove let’s you know you’ve been overthinking it for forty five minutes.

When you open the door, Bucky’s standing in front of you in a pretty blue shirt that makes his eyes pop, and black dress pants.

He’s not got flowers this time, but he is holding a box of what you think are chocolates.

“Oh my god,” he breathes as he takes you in. You’re in a pretty pale purple dress, white heels and your hair is down in loose curls. You hadn’t gone for heavy makeup but just enough where there’s purple glitter on your eyelids and your lips are a deep red.

“You look handsome.” You say as you fight the blush creeping up your chest at the way Bucky’ stares at you.

“You look,” he trails off like he really can’t find the right words. “Breathtaking.”

You feel as though the blush explodes in your chest and heats your entire face.

Bucky hands you the box of chocolates, “They’re all dark chocolate.” You smile as you take it; that’s another thing Bucky’s remembered you like.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?”

You ask as you slip the chocolates into your purse and shut your door.

Bucky smiles as he watches you lock your door before turning to him. Immediately he links his hand with yours.

“We’re going for dinner somewhere nice,” the entire ride to the car Bucky has you talking. About the last book you read, work, if you think about him every night before bed (the last one was just to make you laugh, but the truth is you do.)

“What about you Bucky? Do you think about me before bed?”

You ask as he parks and he turns to you.

“Oh yeah,” that’s all he says before coming out of the car to open your door. “Think about you more than I think about anything else, doll.”

You manage to hold back your question just before dessert, “Can you please ask me? I’m freaking out and I think my heart might explode from the anxiety.”

There’s a laugh that bubbles from you and Bucky tuts.

“Honey,” you press a hand to your chest. Your anxiety really is at an all time high. You have so many questions rattling around your head that Bucky could want to ask you and you may throw up the lovely pasta you just had if he doesn’t ask you soon.

He leans across the table and holds onto your wrist, feeling the erratic beat of your pulse.

“I’ve been torturing you, haven’t I doll?”

You nod as you try to calm your racing heart.

“I didn’t mean to,” Bucky’s thumb strokes short lines across your wrist. “I had it all set up to come with dessert but I’ll put you out of your misery.”

“Thanks,” you mutter and he smiles.

“I know we’re only going steady,” that gets a smile out of you. He really is an old man, “but I wanted to ask you if I could be yours? Saying boyfriend makes me feel older so I won’t say it.”

You laugh, letting your head fall on his hand where it holds yours.

“Not the other way around?” You ask and Bucky huffs.

“You’re not property, honey.”

You look up with a smile and Bucky’s smile gets a little brighter. “Yeah you can be mine.”

“C’mere,” he tilts your chin a little higher and kisses you; slow and just long enough for it not to be a full make out. “You really missed out on the whole cheesecake with chocolate drizzle writing.”

He says as he pulls away and you laugh.

“Oh, are they not bringing it anymore?”

Bucky shakes his head, mischief in his eyes. “After you just latched onto me in the middle of their establishment? I don’t know, doll.”

“You’re ridiculous.” They still bring the cheesecake and Bucky feeds you the first bite, and like the flirt and menace he is, he gets a little just to the corner of your mouth.

“Let me get it for you,” and steals another kiss, ‘cleaning it off.’

Bucky Barnes really knows how to court a woman.

[stuckyslut8]

This is why we love Bucky ❤️

going on a date with bucky barnes and it all goes so nicely, so sweetly, so smoothly. you both had so much fun, chemistry and a good time. he's charming, witty and he keeps flirting and complimenting you at every chance he gets. he held your hand all night long, neither of you even noticed it, it just happened naturally, your cheeks hurt from how much you're smiling and both of your hearts are at ease.. that's until the date comes to an end, it's time to pay and you ask him if he wants to go 50/50.

that would be the first time he lets go of your hand that night, it's unintentional just happened out of pure shock. "50... what.." the confusion on his face, you'd think he's an alien seeing earth the first time.

"you know.. 50/50.. we'll split the bill between us"

"split the bill?" he asks and you just nod, he'd blink at you, "50/50.. splitting the bill.. what is this about, i asked you on a date"

now it's your turn to be the alien seeing earth for the first time, "we are on a date, bucky. this is a date"

"no, it's not a date."

"it is a date"

"you're asking me to split the bill, this is not a date"

"oh my god sam was right, you can be such a drama queen." you laugh, he just stares at you, blankly. "it might've been a while since the last time you went on a date so let me break it down for you.. these days, people who go on dates split the bill, they go 50/50" you shrug, "it's normal"

"it's normal? you've done it before?"

you nod, "every date i've been on has been 50/50 yeah"

bucky nearly flips the table. bucky who spent all of his three dollars in the 1940's trying to win a teddybear for a girl he had a crush on, bucky who used to save up most of his income in an old shoe box underneath his bed so he can take his girl to a nice diner, bucky who went to the florist to get you a bouquet of roses and didn't even ask for the price just handed his credit card because to him your smile is priceless, bucky is about to have a stroke.

"you've never been on a date" he says, face still blank.

"yes i have"

"no you haven't. this is your first date." he says, "i'm your first time." he smirks and you blush at the possible implication. "50/50.." he scoffs under his breath, "what else are you gonna tell me next? i should walk on the inside of the sidewalk? keep my jacket on when you're cold? sleep further from the door? not open doors for you? jesus sweetheart what has the world come to?"

you hide your smile, you love it when he rambles like that, he's so calm yet so offended all at once somehow, it's funny and endearing. "what's wrong with walking on the inside of the sidewalk?" you joke and he rolls his eyes making you laugh, "so.. no 50/50? are you sure?" you ask one last time, hands on your purse on your lap.

he keeps his eyes on you as he pays the bill, glaring playfully, gets up and pulls out your chair before putting his black leather jacket on your shoulders, "no doll," he offers you his hand which you quickly hold, intertwining your fingers with his, and opens the door with his metal hand, "no 50/50."

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Ooo hi! Can I please request a Bucky x fem!reader where Y/n was an innocent civilian that Hydra kidnapped to try to turn into a super soldier (like the ones we saw in flashbacks in CA: Civil War, the ones Bucky, as the Winter Soldier, helped train). Bucky and Y/n had fallen in love during her captivity in Hydra (since he doesn’t remember his name is Bucky, she honestly probably just called him “Winter Soldier” the whole time in Hydra), and in that time, they’ve had many times where they’re ✨alone✨in her cell and they both took advantage of that (iykyk). Also her body reacted differently to the serum, like instead of getting super strength and all that, her powers manifested in a soft, harmless way like being connected with nature (being able to grow plants/bring them back to life with magic). So while everyone else is being trained to be deadly super soldier assassins like the Winter Soldier, she simply cannot be as she doesn’t have super strength or anything else like them. Hydra considers her “weak” and “disposable” so they order Bucky (The Winter Soldier) to take her out of her cell, to the back of Hydra’s property and off her, but not only is he in love with her, she’s also pregnant with his daughter (Hydra doesn’t know, but Bucky and Y/n do) so with A LOT of effort, he is able to fight the brainwashing, just for a little, to tell her to run and never look back. She’d hesitate but he’d tell her through gritted teeth that he won’t be able to fight the brainwashing and order to take her life for much longer, so she doesn’t even get to hug or kiss him goodbye 🥺 She runs through the forest near where Hydra’s base was, and the Avengers happen to be on a mission there and see her wandering around, looking extremely terrified and confused (and freezing) and offer to help her🥺 Steve would be the first to approach her as whenever anyone else tried to get close to her she started crying more, cowering away, and begging them not to hurt her or take her back to Hydra because they’ll kill her and her baby🥺 Omg imagine the way Steve finds out Bucky is alive in this is when they do a paternity test on Y/n’s baby and they see a DNA match to Bucky (which would shock everyone because they thought he died in 1945 when he fell off the train). Steve and the Avengers would be a found family to Y/n and her daughter and take care of them, and help Y/n with her baby). Y/n and Bucky are reunited after he comes back from Wakanda (he didn’t want to take a chance that he could hurt Y/n or the baby being brainwashed) and he gets to meet his now 6 month old daughter 🥺

Our Happy Little Family » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: After the Winter Soldier tells you to run away from the HYDRA base, you run into the Avengers. They help you and keep you and your baby safe. Then when you and Bucky are reunited, you and him have a happy little family when he meets yours and his daughter.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Super Soldier!reader, pregnant!reader, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, HYDRA, crying, flashbacks, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for this adorable request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: Flashbacks are in Italic texts.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! GIF credits go to the creators.

Days turned into weeks and then turned into months since HYDRA kidnapped you. You were just an innocent civilian when they got their hands on you. They injected you with the Super Soldier serum. They excepted you to be the same as the Winter Soldier and the other Super Soldiers, but you’re not. The serum somehow gave you powers to grow plants and to bring them back to life.

The only thing keeping you sane is the Winter Soldier. You don’t know his name. Due to the brainwashing, he doesn’t remember his own name. He lets you call him Winter. He sneaks into your cell any chance he gets. At first, he was told to guard you so you didn’t try to attempt to escape like he’s your own personal bodyguard. Now, he sneaks into your cell to spend time “alone” with you. Shortly after one of the nights you two spent alone together, you’ve been feeling different. At first, you thought it was side effects from the serum, but it’s not. It didn’t take long to realize that the symptoms you’re experiencing is telling you that you’re pregnant. The Winter Soldier realized it too without the brainwashing.

Today, you were pulled into a room. You assumed they were going to do more experiments on you. You put your hands on your stomach, scared of what those experiments might do to your baby. They did just the opposite. They called the Winter Soldier in the room. They said something to him in Russian that you didn’t understand.

You didn’t know what he said, because he was speaking a different language. The Winter Soldier nodded and grabbed your arm, leading you outside to the back of the base. You shivered when the cold weather hit your skin.

“What are we doing out here, Winter?” You asked.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he took the gun he has in the holster on his hip and aimed it at you. Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“What-What are you doing?” You asked.

“What I was told to do.” The Winter Soldier says.

That was enough to tell you that he was told to kill you. Your eyes began to tear up. You were scared for yourself and your baby.

“Please don’t do this.” You pleaded. “You love me. What about our baby?” You say, putting your hands on your pregnant belly that’s showing a little bit.

He slowly lowered his gun. That’s when his mind started to fight the programming. That’s when his normal self -Bucky- began to show, but not for long.

“Run and never look back.” Bucky says.

“What?” You asked, making sure you heard him right.

“Run away and never look back.” He repeats. “Now!” He says through gritted teeth.

You listened that time and ran. You wanted to look back at him, but you didn’t. The Winter Soldier watched you run into the woodsy area behind the base. To make it believable, he rose his gun in the air and shot a bullet in the sky before going back inside the building.

You ran as far as you could. You stopped running when you seen the Avengers. You stopped a few feet away from Steve. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. Steve cautiously approached you. You got spooked and walked backwards. You walked backwards till you bumped into a tree.

“Please don’t hurt me and my baby.” You whimpered.

“We’re not going to hurt you and your baby, ma’am.” Steve assures softly.

“Please don’t make me go back there. They’ll kill me and my baby.” You say with tears streaming down your face.

“They? Who’s they?” He asks.

“HYDRA.” You tell them.

“We’re not going to make you go back to them.” He assures. “If you come with us, we’ll help you and your baby.” He says softly.

You stared at him for a moment. Something about Steve is telling you that you can trust him. You nodded, agreeing to let him help you. Steve wrapped his arms around you and lead you to the quinjet. You sat down in one of the seats and Steve found a blanket to wrap around you. He informed the rest of the Avengers that he found a civilian and he’s on the quinjet.

“So you’re pregnant?” Steve asks, trying to make conversation.

You nodded.

“How far along are you?” He asks.

“I-I don’t know. I think a month.” You say.

“It’s ok if you don’t know. I’ll take you to the doctor and we’ll figure it out together, ok?” He says softly.

“Ok.” You whispered.

Steve took you to the Avengers compound and got you settled in and cleaned up. Like Steve said, he took you to the doctor to make sure you and your baby are ok. Everything is fine with you and your baby. The doctor said you’re almost two months pregnant.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve asks as you and him approached the front entrance of the compound.

“Yes.” You replied.

“What did HYDRA do to you?” He asks.

“They injected me with the Super Soldier serum, but I guess it failed.” You say.

“What do you mean it failed?” He asks.

“It didn’t give me super strength like it did for you. It gave me powers to grow plants and to bring plants back to life.” You explained.

“Can you show me?” He asks.

You nodded. You found a small bush in the sun on the side of the compound that looks like it’s dying and needs water. Steve watched closely as you hovered your hand over it, making it come back to life.

“Woah. That’s interesting.” Steve says.

“I’m glad you think so. HYDRA didn’t think so.” You say.

“Don’t let what they said about you get to you. You’re unique in your own way. Everyone is.” He says.

“You’re right.” You smiled.

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It felt like your pregnancy went by fast. At least that’s what you think. You gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl named Gracie a few months later. She’s the absolute light of your life. Steve and the Avengers offered to help you take care of her, which you happily accepted.

You walked in Gracie’s nursery to check on her and to see if she was awake so you can feed her, but Steve beat you to that. He was sitting in the rocking chair that’s by the window and feeding her.

“Look at godfather of the year.” You smiled.

“She was crying when I checked on her. So I made her a bottle and she’s fine now.” Steve says.

“Thank you, Steve.” You smiled.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m happy to help out.” He says.

You smiled and walked over to him. You gazed down at your baby girl as she was being fed.

“Can I ask you a question?” Steve asks.

“Of course.” You replied.

“Do you know who Gracie’s father is?” He asks.

“He never told me his name.” You say.

“You know there’s a way of figuring out who he is, right?” He says.

“I know. I’ve actually been thinking about that.” You say.

“I’ll help you out with it whenever you want to do it.” He says.

“Thank you, Steve. You’re the best.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles back.

A few days later, you got a paternity test on Gracie to find out her father’s name. Like Steve said, he helped out. He was there for moral support. So were the rest of the Avengers.

“I have the results of who Gracie’s father is.” You say, walking in the room with a piece of paper that has the results on it.

You unfolded the paper and read through the results.

“It’s says, James Buchanan Barnes is her father.” You say.

You feel better now that you know her father’s name. Steve found and his eyes went eye. How can that be when he witnessed his best friend falling off the train in 1945?

“Are you ok, Steve?” You asked. “You look like who seen a ghost.” You say.

“I know him.” Steve says.

“James Buchanan Barnes?” You asked.

“Yes. He’s my best friend. He died in 1945.” He says.

“How can he be dead when his name is on the results?” You asked.

“I don’t know.” He says.

Steve thought to himself. If those results are basically telling him that Bucky is alive, then he needs to look for him. That’s exactly what he’s going to do.

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A few month later, Steve was able to track down Bucky. Bucky went to Wakanda to recover from the trauma HYDRA put him through. Steve told Bucky that you’re safe and had the baby. The whole time he was there, all he thought about was you and his daughter. After he got the help he needed, he was able to go home to be with you and his daughter.

“Are you ready to meet your daughter?” Steve asks as him and Bucky walked through the compound to find you.

“I’m more than ready.” Bucky says with a smile.

They found you in the lounge room feeding Gracie. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat when he seen you and his daughter.

“Someone wants to meet his daughter.” Steve says softly.

You looked up and seen Bucky. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him.

“Winter?” You say softly.

“Call me Bucky, doll.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky sat down on the couch next to you, getting a better look at yours and his baby girl. His eyes filled with tears when he saw her. Steve smiles and left you and Bucky alone.

“What’s her name?” He asks.

“Gracie. She’s 6 months old.” You tell him.

“She’s beautiful.” He whispers.

“Do you want to finish feeding her?” You asked softly.

“Yes please.” He answers softly.

You carefully put Gracie in Bucky’s arms and he finished feeding her. You smiled at how great Bucky is with her. When it came time to put her in her crib for her nap, Bucky gazed at her with adoration on his face. Bucky heard you walk in the nursery and walked up next to him, but didn’t take his eyes off yours and his sleeping baby.

“She looks just like you.” You say softly.

“She has your beauty.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky turned to face you, putting his hands on your waist. You gazed in his blue eyes as you looked up at him.

“I’m sorry for almost doing what HYDRA told me- him to do that day. I should’ve ran away with you.” Bucky says.

“That’s in the past now. I forgive you, sweetie.” You say softly.

“I wish I could do something to make up for it.” He says.

“You already did. You gave me the most beautiful gift of all.” You say with a smile, referring to yours and his daughter.

Bucky smiles and kisses you sweetly and passionately.

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to take care of you and our baby girl.” He vows softly.

“And I promise I’ll do everything to take care of you.” You vowed.

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him softly.

“I love our happy little family.” He whispers and smiles, putting his forehead against yours.

“I do too.” You whispered, smiling back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[stuckyslut8]

you, forever.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

summary: Bucky thinks if he gives this whole congressman thing some more months, he’ll might be okay with this new kind of lifestyle. Everything for the mission, right? But he just can’t bring himself to accept the fact that he keeps missing out on the evenings with you.

a/n: I just love this man so damn much, the hyperfixation that started with watching my first ever Marvel movie (Civil War - I had no idea wtf was going on except for that this Bucky guy is super hot) is back in full force. Let me know what you think! ♡ and thank you for reading. ao3 version.

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On a Thursday night, Bucky spontaneously decided home was wherever your fluffy pink carpet slippers greeted him.

Just behind the doorstep they sat, perfectly chaotic and not where they belonged on the shoe rack right next to them, just as you liked it. He smiled down at the sight, careful not to trip over your bag on the floor as he closed the door behind himself and locked it for the night.

He had been up since six in the morning, attended seven meetings – felt useless in five of them – and ran on nothing but caffeine and pure stubbornness to get Val’s ass in the meantime. In the afternoon, he had not managed to get out of some talks and now it was dark outside and the day was close to being over.

Given his history, he had seen worse days.

Far worse.

But yet, the ache in his chest was close to being unbearable. 

He soundlessly kicked off his shoes, willing his shoulders to relax as he listened to the quietness of the apartment. Bucky longed for the one precious thing in his life he held onto after days like this one.

You.

He shuffled out of his jacket, too, abandoning it together with his leather bag and quietly made his way into the spacious kitchen. Evidence of your love for him waited just in sight on the counter and Bucky’s heart both clenched in pain and fluttered in adoration for you.

By the sink, he spotted a wine glass, the rim shiny and rosy from your lip gloss. Your empty plate stood in the sink, forgotten and doomed to be a task for another day. But right in front of him was the other half of dinner, meant for him and still waiting, a bowl full to the brim with a delicious greasy pasta and a red sticky note right next to it.

Eat up! :) I love you xx

The cherry on top was a glazed sugar cinnamon roll from the bakery you both loved so much.

Fuck, his heart was so fucking full of love for you, why did he still screw up like this? 

He had missed dinner. Bucky let out a sigh, exhausted and regretting yet another evening he had not been able to spend with you and impulsively grabbed the cinnamon roll, the sweetness exploding on his tongue. A picture of you flashed through his mind, sticking out your tongue at him when he had laughed about the sugar crumbs coating your nose. He would’ve loved to share this sweet treat with you, earlier and in the coziness of his and your home, together.

The frustration simmering just underneath his skin flared up and if it hadn’t been midnight and you probably weren’t in bed already, Bucky would’ve groaned.

When he had signed up for this, although his true reasons were slightly different from the official statement he gave to the press, he thought: normality – after so many years, he had finally reached it. (Sam had joked at some point that he needed a white picket fence now. Bucky had told him to fuck off.)

With a job like this, although he was still in kid’s shoes, he could be able to live an average life for a while. And a life with lots of time for the girl he loved.

Now, a few months later, he wasn’t so sure about it anymore.

He put down the cinnamon roll and decided to take a shower first before he’d heat up the pasta and finally crawl into bed to you. If he’d wake you now, he would not be able to forgive himself. Bucky’s thumb brushed over your handwriting once more before he slid into the dimly lit living room.

His heart, usually steeled when he went out of the door in the mornings, softened instantly at the sight presented to him.

You were curled up underneath a soft, knitted blanket, your chest rising and falling peacefully. You were still facing the hallway and Bucky couldn’t linger too long at the thought that you might’ve sat there and waited for hours for him to come home to you after your lonely dinner.

He first recognized one of his hoodies on you and your beautifully heated cheeks. Your naked legs were hidden beneath the comfy blanket, but he spotted your favorite pair of fuzzy socks on you and how you slept on his side of the couch, where the pillows smelled like him.

The TV was not running  - you were a books and boardgames kind of girl and over time had built an impressive collection Bucky oh so gladly sacrificed shelf space for. (Although today, no game box on the bookshelf was out of place. You didn’t own any games that could be played alone.)

For tonight, you had grabbed one of your books Bucky had gotten you on a bookshop date recently. Bucky had once glimpsed into it when you couldn’t stop squealing about it. It was filthy as fuck. He had been shocked that something with such a whimsical cover could be so dirty on the inside… But that author’s idea with the ties, the blindfold and the ice had been pretty fucking great.

Bucky stood very still, his eyes lovingly flickering over your calm features. Your rosy lips were slightly parted and a loose strand of hair had escaped and threatened to fall into your mouth. One of your hands was holding on to the collar of his sweater as if you had tried to fall asleep with his scent close to your senses.

There you were – his girl, his world, his everything.

He took a shuddering breath, snapping himself out of his brooding and silently stepping closer until he could bend down and carefully snake his arms around you. You let out a small sound in your sleep, not stirring unlike something else a little further down.

A protesting mrrrow! came from underneath the blanket and suddenly, a tiny white lightning shot out from the coziness and looked at him with outrage sparkling in her eyes.

The corner of Bucky’s mouth lifted.

At least Alpine was there for you… “Good girl.” He whispered to her and with it, the cat proudly snuggled up in his armchair and the girl in his arms sighed happily in her sleep.

God, he had missed you.

Somehow, although it was contradicting and should probably be mentioned to his therapist, this would be easier for him if you were furious with him. For missing dinner, for sometimes slipping only into bed late at night, for brooding over breakfast when his brain repeated a stupid thing he had said in front of cameras again and again and again.

But the thing was this. His girl was the gentlest person he knew. And never once had you been angry with him since he took up this job. Angry at stupid reporters? For sure. Angry at Valentina for being a lying cunt? (Your words, not his.) Definitely.

And even now, after another evening spent alone, your beautiful face was free from any frown. Bucky freed your legs from the blanket and effortlessly lifted you into his arms before he started to carry you towards your shared bedroom.

“Bucky?” You murmured sleepily just as he stepped over the threshold with you, his heart wanting to melt at your small voice thick with sleep.

“Shh, it’s just me, doll.” He replied quietly and pressed a light kiss to your temple. “Just got home. I’m putting you to bed, so you can be comfy, okay? Go back to sleep, it’s alright.”

You let out an unashamed yawn against his neck, the warm breath tickling his skin as your hand held on to the front of his shirt. Today at a short lunch, he had managed to spill sauce over it, but you didn’t seem to care much.

He reached the bed with you, holding you to his chest while he quickly drew back the covers with his other arm so he could gently place you down. He watched as your body melted into the bedding, the way you snuggled right into it similar to how Alpine looked when she cuddled with him. For the first time today, a real smile tugged at his lips.

“Did you eat?” You asked quietly, your cheek resting on his pillow as you rubbed your eyes.

His heart stung yet again. “I will, in a minute. Thank you for leaving me some. It looks amazing, I’m just going to change and-“

You let out a protesting whine when he tried to step back towards the attached bathroom, your hand quick to shoot out and grab his wrist. Bucky then saw something in your eyes you didn’t show often. Pleading.

“I’ll be right with you, I promise.” He said, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss every single knuckle of yours. Four silent promises. I’ll be better, I’ll be better, I’ll be… “I’ll keep the door open so you can see me, okay?”

That, you could tolerate.

Within the next few minutes, he somehow managed to slip into some new boxers and a sleep shirt while also eating your homemade pasta bowl, his clumsy multi-tasking all happening under your watchful eye. He smiled at you from time to time, his own exhaustion tugging at him and luring him into bed with you.

“It was delicious. You’re the best cook in the world, doll.” Bucky said and the bruising feeling in his heart intensified over how much he wished he would’ve been home earlier and able to say it over the dinner table to you. Maybe you would’ve slow-danced in the kitchen together after he’d done the dishes. Now, he’d never find out…

You beamed sleepily at his compliment, a satisfied smile on your face as you shifted and made space for him underneath the covers.

Something in him that always ran and never stopped came to a temporary halt as he found his place next to you. The sheets and your warmth were familiar to him as a quick grab to his gun holster, although altogether violently different.

You sighed happily as he put his arm around you and drew you to his chest, your body fitting perfectly against his side. He knew the hills and valleys of your body in and out, was a master at knowing what the smallest reaction from you meant and right now, everything about you was at ease. Finally.

Bucky silently kept track of your breath, noticing how it became more even as the time passed between you. He had tucked you in against him and your head rested on his chest, one warm hand splayed out on his stomach.

Mine, you seemed to say.

Yours, Bucky thought.

“I’m sorry for missing dinner.” He spoke regretfully into the dark space of the bedroom. You weren’t asleep yet, he could tell. He knew exactly how you breathed, how it hitched when you were thinking about something and how you sounded when he was kissing you, making love to you…and now, you were bedded on his chest, listening.

You moved, turning in his arms and needing the embrace to be closer. Rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric of his sleeping shirt, you murmured: “’s okay.”

“It’s not. You cooked.”

“I can cook again tomorrow.” It was between a statement and a question. Would he be here tomorrow?

“I would love that.” He whispered softly, his hand going in smooth and slow circles over your back. “But it’s not the point. I haven’t been a good boyfriend lately…”

You frowned at him. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true though.”

“No.”

“Doll-“

“It’s not true.”

“You deserve better-“

“Bucky.” The sudden sternness in your voice shut him up and your hand came to rest on his nape, drawing him down so his eyes could lock with yours. “No. You’re here now and that’s all that matters to me. You’re not less just because we’re not spending all twenty-four hours of the day together, although that literally sounds like heaven to me, okay? What you’re doing is important and I would never hold it against you.”

“You’re the most important to me.” He argued without force, sounding sad even to his own ears.

Something in you seemed to melt and you shuffled up so you could hold his cheek and kiss his forehead, then his lips, light as a butterfly. He chased your taste, a unique mix of your lip mask and the sweet treat of earlier, but you weren’t done yet.

“And you’re the most important one to me.” You replied gently, your smile so blinding with love for him, he almost would’ve looked away if he wasn’t so dependent on it, your happiness. “I’m not angry with you. So you shouldn’t be angry with yourself either. And as long as you come home to me at the end of the day, I’m the happiest you could make me, okay? It’s you, forever, Bucky.”

“Fuck, I love you so much.” He croaked, his strong arms wrapping themselves around your middle again to draw you impossibly close. You hummed in agreement, smiling against his neck as he buried his face in yours, breathing in the scent of your lingering perfume and body lotion. Your legs naturally tangled together with his and above the blankets it might’ve looked like you were melting together with him.

“I love you.” You whispered, like it was a cherished secret. “We’re okay. We’re always going to be okay together, yeah?”

“Yeah…” What good had he ever done to deserve the angel laying in his arms? “Okay, doll. Okay.”

You relaxed again, throwing one leg over his side and clinging to him like a lifeline. Behind your back, an oversized round plushie that usually took that job when he had to be out for the evening lay abandoned, or Alpine, who he could always rely on.

But god, was he happy that he was the one who got to hold you tonight.

Bucky listened to the sound of you slowly drifting towards a well-deserved sleep again, his thumb drawing smooth little circles into your shoulder, fingers occasionally slipping into your hair or softly scratching your scalp the way you liked it. He watched the shadows your lashes drew onto your cheeks, counted your freckles and the rise and fall of your chest until his eyes drooped for the first time.

“I don’t know if this job is for me…” He mumbled underneath his breath, tired and talking more to himself than you.

The blanket you shared rustled one more time as you lifted your chin and gently kissed his tense jaw, making it unclench. Your eyes were still closed when you said: “Then we’ll figure it out together, Buck.”

He let out a deep breath, the last bit of tension leaving his body at your simple affirmation and finally settling in for sleep with you.

Tomorrow, he’d cancel the meeting first thing. And he’d make a good and long breakfast for you with all the things you enjoyed. Maybe he’d take you to the quiet little park you both loved so much, hidden behind some old townhouses in Brooklyn. He’d go to the bookshops with you and carry your bags and in the evening, he’d make love to you for hours until your hearts beat in sync just like now.

Bucky knew you didn’t need him to, but he was going to make up for the time you’d been without him.

Your breath evened out and your hand in his became blissfully limp, protected and without a worry in the world with him close by. He kissed your temple one more time before he allowed his own eyes to close.

Bucky wasn’t sure about a lot of things in his life, but he was sure about you in it.

And he knew, however this life would look for him in the future, you would always be by his side, unflinching and fearless.

The love of his life and his forever.

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Ma'am you should know Ari Levinson is my weakness. 😭 Thank you for your work. 🥹

"Ari! Come back to bed!"

When hell freezes over. That's what you told Ari Fucking Levinson when he declared, with a damn cocky smirk, that you'd be begging for him.

He stripped you of everything - money, dress, dignity.

Okay, so you owed him money; though it shouldn't count since his lackey loaned it to you when you were drunk, heartbroken after being left at the fucking altar and about to lose it all in a casino. That types of loans shouldn't count at all, since Levinson was dumb enough to let his men give out money to emotion-driven, drunk bride-failures.

You lost the money, of course. There was no grand winning at the black jack table, nor at the roulette, which you dreamed of sweetening the sour aftertaste of being humiliated by your douchebag of an ex.

When a week later you were still nursing yourself back from nightly sobs and rage outbursts, Ari Levinson pulled up into your driveway and made himself at home while you stared with mouth open.

Blurting out that he should blame himself for the fact he was down one hundred thousand dollars, you didn't expect him simply stating he will take pound after pound back.

A glint of a knife cut through your dress like through butter, leaving it in pool of your shame - though you weren't sure if the shame came from being almost naked in front of him, or from the fact he was right when he said it's an ugly piece hiding your body.

You were defiant, announcing that he may make you into a whore to pay a debt, but you won't be begging for it the way he boasted.

That was hours before the best fucking of your life.

Before he made you cum so many times, you were sure your brain leaked through your cunt too.

Then he left you with a bullet vibe barely touching your clit, teasing you into another climax, but keeping it so far out of reach you were almost sobbing from frustration.

And the bastard simply stood there in the sun, enjoying the morning and a cup of coffee, while you were just a few steps away - tied to the bed in his beach house, on ruined sheets and begging for a release.

"Ari! Come back to bed!" You yelled your demand, though it sounded more a pitiful whine.

"Begging for me, just like I told you," Ari stopped at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as he looked at your writhing body.

There was that smugness to his tone, an amused chuckle too, matching his annoyingly fond smile.

"Ugh!" You arched, yanking on your silk bonds. "Just fucking let me come!"

"Oh, you will." Ari knelt on the bed, between your spread thighs. "Many times in many more weeks. We're at about five grand. Hmm, maybe even eight, because you are fucking delicious."

"What?" You frowned, your brain too foggy from the incessant buzzing riding your clit and making you clench around nothing.

Ari running his fingers up the inside of your thighs didn't help matters.

"A pro escort takes about five thousand per one night, some take more. And baby, you're on your way to earn those big numbers, if you keep being a good fucking girl like you've been all night."

"I'm taking them off of your debt to me, so you still owe me ninety-two thousand. A few more weeks and it'll be all over."

You should be so fucking pissed that he compared you to a prostitute. High end, but still. However, you were too desperate to get that orgasm to lash out now, you could store it for later when you weren't drenching the sheets.

"O-over?" Your breath hitched when he slid a single finger along your swollen, overly sensitive folds. "You'll let me go then?"

Ari's gaze lifted to your face, a wicked spark lighting his blue irises.

"No. You will beg me to keep you."

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That's life ...

this bucky with this steve

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tastes like strawberries 2

Part 1

Pairing : mob steve rogers x chubby baker Bucky x mob reader

Warning : smut. Dom steve . Sub bucky. Poly fic. Throat fucking. Anal. 18+ Minors DNI. Sunny chubby bucky.

Bucky was currently tied up in Steve's bed , again. He only came to Steve's place to tell.him they can end things, "we can't do this steve, I'm loyal to y/n, she's all I need" but you sweet steve was already in a bad mood that day. Some of his minions fucked up his new deal , costing him a lot of money. He was quite happy to see Bucky come to his place , thinking he could fuck his frustrations out , use the bakers puckered little hole all night.

But the minute those words came out of his mouth steve lost control, "you're saying you don't want this anymore, youu don't want my cock? You ungrateful brat " steve has Bucky pressed against the wall , Bucky was a goner at the moment, he loved being dominated by steve and being told what to do, his resolve was breaking. "It's not that I'm not grateful sir, i just-, i worry about y/n, I know you do too" steve smashed his lips into Bucky's , shutting him up, the kiss was angry, possesive, steve wasnt about to let go the one person that brought light to his life currently.

"get naked and get on the bed brat." Steve said, it was more of an order , and Bucky knew it.

"yes sir." He did as steve said, and steve wasted to time I'm tying him up.

"what do I do with you ..huh?"

"Oh fuck fuck steve, i can't, I'm gonna cum. " bucky whined as he gripped on to the sides of the bed, panting as steve was giving him the blowjob of his life .

"Oh fuck ." Bucky cursed as he came in the blonde's throat. He still can't believe how all of it led to this. Steve visiting his bakery once again in the late hours, once turned into twice a week , for the past three months. Bucky became Steve's little bitch, doing whatever he asked him to. 'A picture of bucky in the pair of red thongs he bought?' he sent it right away, 'a video of bucky jerking off?' He didn't have to ask twice. And in return bucky got the best dick of his life, that always left him begging for more. He loved the way steve would grip onto his belly as he fucked him doggysttyle, and how he took time to lotion all of him after they were done.

Heck he'd make bucky do the most degrading thing sometimes, like making him get off on humping his leg, making him drink his cum after he jerked off in a cup. But all of this only made bucky want him more.

He was moslty a dominant guy when he was with you, there were moments when you'd take charge completely but all bucky wanted to do on some days was to let go of his control and be Steve's good boy.

and it became his routine, he'd play your sweet caring boyfriend on most days and then turn into Steve's little toy whenever he needed it. But he couldn't do it anymore, which is why he came to Steve's office today, to tell him everything was over, he was only gonna focus on you from now on .

But he had no i dea how he ended up taking Steve's cock ,with his face pushes onto the pillow , "harder daddy..." He begged shamelessly.

"yeahh harder baby boy l give to to ya....but don't you ever come in here again and say you wanna leave me okay?"

"yes yes daddy, don't wanna leave you ah ever, please please cum in me" he begged.

"yeshh you want daddy to cum in your pretty hole ?" Steve said slapping his ass.

"yes please." And steve came at his words.

A while later steve cleaned him up there were both laying in bed inches apart, facing each other.

"i ..I just don't wanna do this to y/n steve.." he tried to start the conversation not knowing how to make steve understand,he needed then both.

"you're not doing anything sweetheart,if i know y/n right and i damn well know her from all the nights I spent in her bed, she would love this arrangement and if she knew it was me you were seeing she'd be more than happy, she wouldn't show it of course, because I'm her enemy and all that but she secretly loves it." Stev said tucking a strand of hair behind Bucky's head.

"really? "

"yes sweetheart." Steve wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist pulling him closer. "You don't have to worry about that, for now all you have to worry about is bringing my favorite cookies tommorow, you gonna do that? "

"yes yes daddy, I'll make you your favourite cookies and being them to you" Bucky nuzzled his face in the crook of Steve's neck, placing his leg over the blonde's torso, getting comfortable and ready for his dreams filled with you and steve .

At the port.

You enter the place you were supposed to "share" with steve mafia, it was a mess really considering . But you showed up regardless, you wanted to deal with it sooner than later.

" there you are y/n " He had a lot of nerve that motherfucking blonde Greek god.

"Rogers ."

"here to check your shipments? Don't worry I've got it doll " he said with that smirk you knew was meant to rile you up.

"I'm only here cuz I don't trust you bring here" you said looking at the shipments.

"right ...how about we discuss this inside, lots of turbulence here." You follow him to one of the warehouses nearby, with your right hand natasha not far behind.

"you know this isn't about the shipments." Steve said as a matter of fact.

"oh then want is it about smartass"

"you want to take control, prove everyone you're better than your father, prove you're father you're better than everyone." He said with a mocking smile.

"oh so it's me and my daddy issues against the world? "

Steve chuckled. "Not exactly sweetheart but I see what you're doing, I used to be like that , but all that went away after my father died, i realised I didn't have to live by his rules anymore."

"didn't come here for therapy."

"not saying that but trust me alright, that's the whole point of the deal, I'd never let you down."

"is that what you say to all your girls befor you disappoint them or do you just pay them."

"i never play for sluts, they just can't seem to leave me, always coming back for more."

"not what I asked-" the blonde stepped closer placing a finger on your lips.

"no but you need to know that, once you get involved with me you can't leave unless I say so" he pressed you against the table firmly, before his hands wandered to your sides , "and i never said you could leave me, so technically you're still mine ." He whispered in your ear.

"stop -" he shut you up with his lips , hands exploring every curve, you reciprocated his actions soon.

"good girl that's what I'm talking about." He said , turning you over and bending you over the table, "such a good little slut, just like your boyfriend."

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Soft and sensitive

Drabble.

Pairing : Thunderbolts Bucky x reader.

A/N: this is for my big boobed girlies, we deserve this for all the struggles we go through in life 🥹 . But anyone can read it, "big" is subjective.

Minors DNI .

Bucky loved your boobs, he was not just enamored by the size , the first time he touched em he said he couldn't believe how soft they were. "So soft babygirl" "did you think they were gonna be hard?" "No but not this soft." But boy did he worship em . He loved holding them with his flesh arm, "jeez this is heavy heavy pretty girl, how do you carry them everywhere." , "that's what I've been thinking my whole life." , "so big and soft " he'd kiss each of 'em goodnight.

"do you have a favourite?" You'd ask just to tease him. "Oh no sweets, you can't ask me to choose, they're both my favourite." , "sure ,but there has to be one you'd slightly prefer more?" , "no they're both pretty and perfect." , "but I think my right boob is bigger." "Bigger isn't always better doll. " " Ohh really then why is your dick the best I've ever had?" "Oh hehe it is ,isn't it? , but it's different with dicks sweetheart." You're never gonna get the answer Outta him, might as well give up. He always gives equal attention to both of your boobs, you could never tell, each of them feel just as sticky when he's done sucking on them.

He loves putting them in his mouth, when he was off missions when no one was looking you'd either be in his lap on the couch, your tshirt pulled up and your bra completely discarded, one your your nipples would be in his mouth. One of the teammates has walked in on this atleast once. He was very anxious that day you thought you'd calm him down by letting him so that, so you just got on his lap , unbuttoned your PJ's top you weren't wearing a bra, you just put it in his mouth, "shh suck on em baby." He obeyed without a second thought,.days like these Bucky just wanted to be told what to do, he didn't wanna think. He he sucked your nipple, slowly, occasionally he'd let you out with a pop, moving to your underboob biting it lightly, your one hand tangled in his hair the other going over his back soothingly. "You guys are disgusting." Walker said as he came to the living room to retrieve his phone, he didn't comment further, just left, it wasn't his first time walking in on you both. Bucky didn't even bother stopping what he was doing his face was long buried in your chest, humming in appreciation of what he had.

Other days bucky would just lay on top of you, in the comfort of your room, you both had separate rooms in the tower, but Bucky spent most of his waking and sleeping hours in here , "you're place is just more comfortable sweets" , Yelena would tease him about it sometimes, "you know you have your own room barnes" she'd say. "No just let him stay in hers, i don't wanna see what I saw the other day in the living room" walker commented.

" or the training room" Ava added. "Or the kitchen." Bob said nervously "sorry guys I came in to do the dishes and well you were uh, I don't think we should eat on the counter again ever ." But Bucky would eat you out there everyday if he could, but he understood he had to be more careful about messing around from then. He didn't want anyone else looking at his sweet pussy, or those precious goods (that's what he called your boobs at times).

You were grateful atleast Alexei never walked in on you, just then he spoke up , "heard time going at it, in the parking lot the other day, mr.soldier has a lot of stamina, it's the super soldier serum, uhh I used to be like that with Melina, uhh young love."

" Dad stop it I don't wanna hear about your sex life with mom ". Yelena said in disgust.

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always had a soft spot for Jake , he's such a good boy 😭

🚀 Space Cakes 🚀

Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Jake's and the brownie's pics sourced on Pinterest. The specific brownie is a called cosmic brownie and I highly recommend you try them (fudgy brownies with m&ms/smarties!!)

Jake Jensen x curvy!f!reader

WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Additional Warnings/tags: Jake being high, Jake being a dork, Jake being adorable, friends to lovers bc I can't help myself, breast/nipple play, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering, clit play/teasing, squirting, p-in-v (wrap it!!), creampie, sofa sex again (woo!), overstimulation, crying from overstimulation, (accidental) pleasure!dom!Jake, pussy drunk Jake (when is he not though?), needy Jake, multiple orgasm (RIP your sofa), dub-con kinda, petnames (baby, sweetheart), lil bit of possessiveness teehee

Summary: After eating two brownies, Jake goes on a trip with you by his side.

Word count: 4.8k

Dividers by: @/thecutestgrotto Banners by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: The image on the left is that of a cosmic brownie (and you can find the recipe for said picture here) since space cakes tend to be any cake variety. This was the first fic I wrote for the collection, but Ari one the poll. ENJOY 😈Forget-me-not Blues will be out tomorrow xxx

Also, not an ad, but if you guys wanna smell like cinnamon rolls - Mallows beauty cinnamon swirl body oil. It's sparkly and smells divine... and was the inspiration for this ;)

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Three day weekends were your favourite thing in the world. You'd wake up late, make yourself your favourite breakfast before beginning your self care ritual.

Occasionally, it starts with baking a batching of extra special brownies; if there's none left in your freezer. Boring box mix elevated with a shot of coffee, eggs and extra chocolate chips. Not forgetting your melted cannabutter to make them special.

Once the brownies are out of the oven and marked into twelve equal squares, you can go about enjoying the rest of your day, starting with your weed-kend ritual.

The ritual begins with you washing your face with warm water before picking out a face mask whilst your brownies bake. Today, you choose a bentonite clay mask that smells like a strawberry milkshake, setting a timer to wash it off and take your brownies from the oven.

Then you go upstairs to shower. You give yourself the works; washing and conditioning your hair with a hair mask, shaving your legs and underarms. You're singing along to more of your favourite songs as you wait for the timer for your hair, thinking of how to plan the rest of your day. You'd get out the shower, moisturise, maybe paint your nails and set up a movie before eating a brownie and ordering a big, fat take out when the munchies kicked in.

Oh these long weekends were good.

If only you had someone to share them with.

When you exit the steamy shower you notice a text on your phone from your friend Jake

Jensen 12:06

Hey! Hope your weekend is going well so far 🤠 Could I stop by later and drop off the games you lent me? They were a hit with the guys 🤠😎

You smile down at your phone. Seeing friends on your long weekends wasn't uncommon but today you'd wanted very limited social interaction and with Jake around it was unlikely to happen.

However, this was also Jake. Your favourite person in the world who loved using cowboy emojis and making you laugh. So long as he stopped by before you planned to scoff a brownie you'd be okay. Maybe you'd even offer him one.

You 12:08

Sure. Stop by before 5pm and I'll be here. ☺️

Jensen 12:08

:-)

You snort at his response and open your Spotify to your favourite mix of songs and pick up your new body oil from your bedside table. Cinnamon Swirl body oil smelled as good as it sounded and now you did too.

Once oiled and smelling divine you reach for your fluffy pyjama shorts and tank, feeling like the human equivalent to a pastry; fluffy, warm and smelling oh-so delicious, you headed downstairs to watch a movie while you waited patiently for Jake to arrive.

Jake arrives around three in the afternoon.

You're greeted by his smiling face when you open the door.

"Hey you," You grin, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey." He bundles inside, almost tripping as he's distracted by your ass in your pyjama shorts as you close the door behind him.

You hold out your arms for the board games. "Gimme those, I'll go put 'em upstairs."

"You sure?" He asks as he places them into your arms, suppressing a shiver when your hands brush his. You peek up over the boxes at him. Even in your PJs you looked so damn adorable.

"Sure I'm sure. You know where the kitchen is, get yourself a soda or something." You wink, heading up the stairs with the boxes. "I'll be two minutes!"

Jake wanders into your small kitchen like he'd done so many times before, thinking about how he should broach the topic of asking you on a date. You were good together; he liked spending time with you, you liked spending time with him. Any little excuse he could use to see you he'd take it and anything to see that sweet smile of yours he'd gladly do.

The scent of brownies pulled him away from his thoughts of you and leaning past the fridge door he spotted the chocolatey goodness that seemed angelically highlighted before him. Your baking was top notch and the last brownies he'd had hadn't lasted two days in his home. He closed the fridge and picked up one; chomping it in two bites.

The face Jake pulled at the flavour was a cross between a grimace and utter disgust. It was thick and strong; all the excellent elements of a good brownie but tainted with a sickening taste that made him want to throw up.

So he ate a second in case it was just one bad brownie.

The result was exactly the same, unsurprising to everyone but his lovely self, but whilst he was contemplating how brownies could be this bad you reappeared from your board-game-putting-away duties.

"Jake," you begin eyes widening as you look at the brownie tray. "How many did you eat?"

"Oh... heh... well-"

"How many?" You urge growing more panicked.

"Like two. I think." He shrugs sheepishly. "Sorry, you know I love your baking."

"Ohmygod." You groan, covering your face with your hands. So much for a quiet weekend.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Were they special or something? I can help you make more." You peek at Jake through your fingers and he looks wrecked thinking he's upset you and you bite back a grin.

"Oh, they were special alright." You say, hiding your smile with a hand. "They were space cakes."

Jake blinks at you in confusion and you roll your eyes playfully.

"They're weed brownies, Jake."

His mouth hangs open, he points to the brownies, to you and then himself in a dramatic miming of "Them? For you? I ate them?"

"Um... okay." Jake sighs, hands on his hips. "I didn't want to tell you they tasted gross so I'm glad there's a reason."

"Why did you eat two then?" You snort and Jake smiles.

"I thought the second one would taste nicer."

You shake your head at him with a grin; your worry slowly fading. Jake would probably feel funny but ultimately fall asleep and you tell him as much.

"I've got plenty of snacks too, but maybe we can order a pizza when you get the munchies."

Jake nods, exhaling loudly. "Hooo boy. Okay. This is fine."

"Hey," you pat his bicep reassuringly and give him a smile. "I'll be with you the entire time. I'll stay sober and watch over you."

Jakes nervous smile falters as he takes a deep breath, admiring the features of your face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Thanks."

An hour later, Jake's brain was a smushed mess.

You'd insisted he lie on the sofa which started off as him lying one end and you on the other but over the course of the hour, he’d entirely encroached on your personal space. He’d ended up with his arms wrapped around you as he lay on top of you, anchoring himself to you and you'd allowed it because, well, you wanted him to be as calm and comfortable as possible since he was in for a wild ride tonight.

And because was the most perfect weighted blanket in the history of ever.

You'd put on some random comedy although, honestly, you weren't paying much attention. Your legs were tangled beneath Jake's with one hand resting against his back, the other absently raking through his blond spikes. This was a different kind of high altogether.

Survive the night, you tell yourself, admiring the man snuggled on top of you. Then figure out next steps.

Giggles erupted out of Jake suddenly, startling you from your thoughts.

"What are you laughing at?" You chuckle, running a hand through his hair absently. Jake's giggles only come harder, his whole body shaking as he snorts against you. Jake pants trying to catch his breath but starts laughing again as soon as he opens his mouth to speak.

You're grinning down at him now, his laughter is infectious and you're trying so hard to hold back your own laugh to figure out what set him off. However, when he buries his face into your chest to suppress a howl of laughter it immediately sets you off.

Your body begins to shake as you start laughing along with him. "What?"

His laughter dies down and he heaves heavy breaths as he looks up at you, red faced and grinning goofily with tear streaks running down his face.

"I don't know." He whispers, stifling another giggle. "That guy in the movie fell over and it - it -" He buries his face again to stop himself from laughing, only small giggles slipping through.

You chuckle a little and go back to stroking his hair. Jake sighs heavily as your fingers delicately massage the crown of his head. His face is half turned to watch the TV with puffy eyes and he's moulded his body to yours, his cheek squished against your boobs.

"Your boobs are comfy." He comments nonchalantly.

"Thank you." You grin, allowing your heart one little skip of excitement before turning back to the movie. After a few moments, Jake speaks again.

"Why haven't we done this before?"

"Done what? Get high together?"

"No," he huffs softly. "Cuddle."

"Well, I guess we've never really - um - talked about it."

"We can talk about it now."

Your lips twitch upwards. "You won't remember."

"Will too."

"Jake." You warn.

"Y/N." He sasses back. "You're comfy. I'm comfy. Your boobs are soooo comfy." He nuzzles against them, face first. His nose brushes along the edge of your tank, nudging the swell of your breast.

Your skin explodes into gooseflesh and your try to focus yourself, chanting that's he's not in his right mind over and over in your head. You genuinely think it won't go further; you know what it's like to admire soft things when you're high, which is why you were in fuzzy pyjamas to begin with. But when you feel his lips press a kiss against your skin you squeak.

"Jake!"

"Huh?" He looks up at you slowly, his brain in a daze. You're blushing furiously and you can feel warmth grow where it definitely shouldn't be right now. "What? You smell so good too."

When you don't argue with him he sinks further down your body, trailing tender kisses down your chest to the small exposure of skin between your pyjama top and the waistband of your fuzzy pyjama shorts that hug your hips.

"Cinnamony and warm and soft." He murmurs between kisses "Like a cinnamon roll."

He nuzzles against your skin, his goatee tickling you and making you squeal with laughter. Jake's hands run down your sides to hold your hips, keeping you in place. You can feel the cool metal of his glasses against your skin, and how he's smiling as he peppers more kisses along your stomach, on every inch of skin he can find.

"Jake." You sigh his name as your head falls back against the arm of the sofa. You can't tell if you want him to stop or continue, each kiss making your skin tingle and your stomach swoop.

You shriek in surprise when his hot tongue glides up to your sternum, pushing your shirt up with him.

Jake smacks his lips with confused delight. "You taste like one too."

Giggling, you cup his cheeks in your palms, guiding his face to look at you. He melts into your palms, letting his cheeks push up so he can give you a dopey chipmunk expression that earns him another laugh. Behind his glasses his blue eyes are red-rimmed and glisten with adoration when they meet yours. Your heart beats frantically as you try to smile sweetly at him.

"Fuck it." You huff. "C'mere."

You cup his face and bring it closer to yours, smashing your lips against his hungrily. To your surprise, Jake doesn't seem shocked, immediately melting into the kiss as if it were second nature; like you'd be doing this for a lot longer than thirty seconds. His goatee tickles at your skin but you're too lost in his taste, the scent of his funky aftershave fills your nostrils but on your tongue he tastes like chocolate and weed. It's a strange combination of flavours but you think it just might be your new favourite.

Jake's hands wander up and down your sides as he shifts on top of you, eagerly kissing you back. Tonight was going better than planned. The cotton-wool-brain that edibles gave you was nothing compared to the high Jake was giving you. You shift your legs against his, the rough of his jeans against your soft oiled legs a delicious contrast, especially when you can feel how hard, and big, his cock is as he lies on top of you.

"Ah fuck, I always imagined you'd taste sweet." Jake murmurs against your lips, pushing his body into yours.

"Really?" You giggle back, biting your lips to hold back a smug grin.

Jake nods enthusiastically, dislodging his glasses so they hang haphazardly off his face. You fix them for him as he continues to talk, smoothing your hands across his face.

"And if I'm right about that," He mumbles against your lips. "Then I bet I'm right about you having the sweetest pussy on the planet too."

"Christ," you sigh, feeling your clit throb at his confession. Jake lifts his head slightly, his expression is sheepish but his skin is fire engine red with embarrassment.

"Aw, shit. Sorry. That was supposed to stay inside my head."

"That's alright." You peck his lips again and wiggle your hips to get comfortable beneath him, his cock nestled against your thighs and stomach. "Keep going."

Jake let's out a breathy sigh as you shift. "I can?"

You nod and he breaks into a grin, fixing his position, cementing you against his body as he moves to kiss you again; hands freely wandering and groping all flesh it can find. His hands inch higher and higher until he's finally able to graze a pebbled nipple under your top. You jump at the sensation with a short gasp hearing a murmured "Sorry" from Jake as he does it again before cupping your tit entirely and giving it a squeeze.

Jake's hand continues to squeeze and massage your tits before he drags his thumbs across your nipples as he kisses you, repeating the motion over and over when you moan into the kiss, watching your eyes flutter against your flushed rosy cheeks.

When you stifle a moan, he tweaks it instead, watching your face contort with pleasure. He continues for a while, teasing your nipples and cupping the soft flesh until he pinches a little too hard.

"Ow," you hiss when he pinches too hard, grimacing slightly. It half snaps you out of your growing stupor.

"'M sorry, baby." Jake coos. "Here, let me kiss it better."

Before you can stop him, his head is under your top kissing and sucking at your abused nipple, his other hand capturing your unattended tit and squeezing it like he had for your left. One of your hands threads into his hair, the other grips his shoulder as he swirls your nipple with his tongue. Lustful brain fog starts to creep in as you shift under him again, arching your back slightly as he continues to shower your tits with attention.

"What? Your boobs are so perfect. Just had to kiss 'em." He pecks at your left nipple before going to your right. "I've always wanted to suck 'em too."

"Jake." You pant, squeaking as he tweaks your right nipple now, grazing his thumb over the hard nub. He releases your left breast with a wet pop and when he raises his head to look at you, you can see his shiny spit all over your skin. The cool air of the room doesn't help the hardness of your nipples nor does Jake's continuous squeezing.

You let out a long sigh trying to compose yourself but the need for him is becoming too overwhelming to ignore. After the way he's made your panties a mess just by sucking your tits, you don't think you could refuse him anything else; especially with how with tongue had swirled around your nipple...

He mumbles something into your tits that you can't make out and you look down at him.

"Hmm?"

"Eat. You. Out." He breathes, peeking up at you, his glasses fogged with condensation. "Please? I just wanna taste."

"Christ, Jensen." You hiss but his eyes don't leave yours. "You're high as a kite this can't be a good idea."

"If you think I'll regret it in the morning, just ask me to do it again." He pleads with a pouting expression. "Hell, I'd let you sit on my face all day if you asked me."

You stare at him wide eyed. Your chest constricts and you can feel said pussy squeezes around nothing.

"Really?"

"Really really." He looks up at you dreamily. "I love thinking about how hot you'd look cumming over my face."

Your chest thuds and you swallow thickly, trying to remind yourself not to think with your clit right now. However, as always, Jake has to open his big mouth again. "Oh. Oops." Jake says blinking slowly. "That was another inside thought I think." When Jake gives you another one of those cute, goofy smiles your resolve crumbles. Your poor pussy is aching for his cock and you are in no position to be turning it down. Plus he did say please.

You sigh and nod. "O-okay. Sure."

Jake's demeanour suddenly shifts up a gear, far more excited than you'd ever seen him and it makes heat rise up your neck.

"You're sure?" He asks, squeezing at your hips.

"You said I could ask you to do it again," You tease back quietly, your cheeks burning so hot you could most definitely fry eggs on them. "I think I may take you up on it if you're good."

Jake's nostrils flare and his eyes blow into saucers. "I did. I meant it. I swear to God 'm gonna make you feel so good baby."

Jake wastes no time in tugging your pyjama shorts down to your ankles along with your damp panties. As he moves your legs out wider, on impulse you keep them closed causing Jake to pout at you. You can feel the cool air kissing at your thighs and your clit tingles when you think about how not only will Jake see your leaking cunt but taste it too.

"I can't eat when your legs are closed." Jake whines, pushing at your knees gently. "Open up."

His eyes are pleading but he's still being so sweet that you concede with a small smile. As your legs fall open before him, you catch the hungry look he's giving your pussy and the way he licks his lips. He's practically drooling at the sight, sending shockwaves of pleasure to all of the right places. "You okay?" You ask when he's not moved.

His eyes flicker to yours. "Yeah. You just -..." He trails and shrugs off a small laugh. "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

Heat surges and you fight back a slew of curses at the compliment.

"Right now it's all yours."

"I... Yeah, I know." He sounds so bewildered, even when he drags an index finger through your warm folds up towards your clit. You gasp at the suddenness, but it quickly devolves into panting when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb. your body jerks at his touch but takes seconds for you to unravel. Clearly, him making out with you and playing with your tits had you wound up so much you were ready to cum already.

Jake shuffles down, kissing each of your thighs before swiping his tongue the same way his finger had. His strong arms loop under your thighs and hold them open as he laps at your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh fuck yes." He rumbles against your clit. "So sweet for me."

He latches onto your clit before you can respond, suckling gently at first before rolling your sensitive pearl on his tongue. He only ever breaks to drag breathy stripes up your slit before burying himself back at your clit. You cum so quickly you don't even know it's happening until your hips jerk upwards into his mouth and you shout his name, not that it deters Jake in the slightest, who continues to sweetly kiss and lick your dripping hole and clit like they're the best dessert he could have asked for. His arms push you thighs apart further so he can make out with your pussy at a far better angle.

You're back on edge moments later, gripping his short blond hair like a lifeline when you cum again, his arms stopping you from wriggling away from him when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming for you to handle. You can half hear your own voice moaning his name mixed with curses as your back arches off the sofa and you almost cum a third time when you feel a finger slip inside you, curling against that spongy spot.

Sweat makes your hair stick to your skin and you can't focus as Jake keeps you on that edge longer this time. Time has bled away and you've completely surrendered yourself to this position; the pleasure almost too much with your clit throbbing angrily, begging for another release.

"Jake pleeease." You whine desperately, your need for orgasm orgasm growing as he sucks and slurps at your clit noisily.

"I know, I know." He mumbles, licking through your folds. "I'm being greedy. I want another one."

Your eyes roll so far back you're sure you see the puddle your brain has become. He slips another finger into your cunt, not only curling both fingers but pumping them vigorously, forcing you to cum hard over his face and fingers with a keen of his name.

Without removing his fingers, relishing in how your pussy convulses around his fingers, he sits back to admire his handiwork. You're a hot mess. Your cunt is shiny with cum and spit but Jake's eyes are wide with a drunken hunger, licking his lips as his thumb brushes over your swollen clit. You moan loudly and your pussy twitches and trembles at his touch, just like how his cock does at the sight and sound of you.

No words are needed as Jake undoes his belt with one hand, easily working the fly of his jeans down too. The touch of your hand on his hard cock makes him hiss as you help him guide it to your drenched cunt. You both suck in a breath at the same time as the head of his cock breaches your tight hole and Jake stops.

"Fuck...." He whispers, looming over your body. "Jesus Christ I might cum already. You feel amazing." When he bottoms out fully, he looks down to your connected bodies, his cock twitching against your velvet walls and you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

"Look at that baby," he coos. "You're a perfect fit."

Your eyes flutter, hands blindly reaching for his shoulders to pull him back to you. Your eyes meet his and you're done for, fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck as you drag him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss. He swallows every sound you offer him, beginning to move his hips against yours in a steady motion. His tongue tastes like your cum and a hint of chocolate and it drives you feral, hooking a leg over his hips to allow him deeper into your aching pussy. You know it won't take long to cum again and tell him as much.

"Keep making all those pretty noises." He urges, trailing kisses along your neck. "Be nice and loud for me."

You keen his name helplessly, eyes half lidded in ecstastatic pleasure, clawing at his back and squeezing his hips with your legs.

"Hey now," Jake trails kisses against your neck and you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "No fair. I can feel your pussy milking me and trying to make me cum."

"Mmhmm, made for your cock." You whimper pathetically, thoughts running wild with lust, hands clawing blindly at his back under his cartoon tee. "Just please please please cum."

"Made for me, huh?" Jake sighs wistfully, filling you to the brim slowly enjoying the way your ruined cunt still spasms and welcomes him in. "Damn fuckin' straight you are."

Your pussy convulses at his cursing, so unused to hearing filthy, possessive praise tumble from his lips. You're used to his terrible flirting, to his cheesy pick up lines and his general dorkiness that made your heart flutter. His awkwardness was what made Jake Jake.... but this side of him had your pussy soaked and brain mangled beyond comprehension. You were feral for this confident rendition of the guy you'd been crushing on.

"Jake I can't take anymore please," you beseech him, torn between sobbing at the overstimulation and cumming again. "Please cum!"

"Just like that," He growls, rutting into you harder, the continuous schlick of his cock repeatedly burying itself deep within your soaked, ruined pussy making you squeeze harder and moan loudly.

"Gimme one more, baby." Jake urges, fucking into you faster and peppering your dazed face with soft kisses. "One more and I promise I'll cum with you."

"Mmngh - please."

"Uh huh. You've been so patient, I've just gotta have one more so I can fill you up."

"Oh fuck!" you grip his shoulders like a vice as your orgasm wracks your body so hard all the breath is stolen from your lungs. Your cunt gushes and your thighs tremble, your moan sounding more like a choked sob of Jake's name. As promised Jake follows not long after with a loud groan, painting your walls white and letting your pussy milk him dry before collapsing on top of you, heaving breaths.

You're half dazed, the heat of the room unbearable. You need about three dozen cold showers to wash away the sin your bodies have wreaked.

And maybe a new sofa.

"Oh man," Jake mumbles, his body radiating heat and a silky sheen of sweat. "You felt - You were -"

He takes a shaky inhale and sighs, sinking further onto you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His brain was clearly struggling to keep up with everything that had just transpired and you chuckle, wrapping your arms loosely around his torso and melting into the sofa.

You're pretty sure you both fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, although since you weren't timing how long Jake was fucking you for and your phone wasn't in reach it may have been even longer.

When you finally blink awake, you still feel bone-tired and legless, not helped by Jake's weight on you.

"We should shower." You whisper after a few moments, drawing circles over Jake's back, his head nestled between your boobs.

"Mmh. Probably." He says, voice quiet and muffled. You peek down and start to grin.

"You don't want to move do you?"

"No. I'm comfy."

"Even if I said we'd shower together?"

Jake untangles himself from you quickly and helps you to your feet, keeping you steady when your jellified legs wobble. With his hands in a gentle grasp around your waist he follows you upstairs to the bathroom, his hands never leaving your hips and the both of you smiling stupidly.

Turning on the shower is slightly more difficult when there's soft kisses to your shoulders and neck distracting you and any playful swats are wilfully ignored. Warm water streams down your bodies and you can't remember the last time you felt so relaxed until today; even with a space cake.

Jake's kisses make their way to your cheeks and the arms around you constrict a little tighter, making you giggle gleefully and your heart thunder slowly, your body too tired for any more excitement.

"Hey you," you chuckle dreamily, leaning back into him. "You've just had your fill."

"I know," he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. "But I just can't get enough of you."

You peek a glance at him when he squeezes you and burst into laughter. In his excitement to shower with you he'd forgotten to remove his glasses, and they'd fogged up, making him look extra goofy.

"What?" He pouts. "I'm being honest!"

"No, goofball." You snort, gently pulling his glasses off his nose. "You looked stupid with your glasses all fogged up."

"Oh," he bites back a dopey smile and blinks water out of his eyes.

"I can't get enough of you either." You add quietly, standing on tip toes to kiss his lips sweetly.

"You can't?" He beams down at you, eyes twinkling.

You nod firmly. "Nope and I'm very glad you fucked my brains out. I say we watch another movie and cuddle... actually maybe we should put a towel down first."

"Ah but Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really hungry." Jake looks sheepishly at you. "Can we order some pizza now?"

End

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THE WICKED WITCH .

pairing : orc!ari levinson x witch reader. King steve rogers x witch reader .(medieval au)

Summary :years after being betrayed by your lover steve, you seek the forest orc's help to give you an heir.

Warning: 18+ .angst.smut. breeding kink(just ari pounding you with his monstrous cock) .monsterfucking.period typical sexism. Fluff.

Part 2

There are not a lot of people in this town that cared for you, most detested you for your fate. you didn't mind them, what else was left for you to do anyway, apart from your apothecary business.

Still there are some who have grown fond of you, like the old lady who owns the jewelry store,sally ,and pete the baker, the town's drunk but wise man seth, with whom you've found comfort in many lonely nights , he was a gentle, tender lover ,he was one of a kind truly.

But you needed more than that, more than desperate affairs with the townfolks,more than broken promises from a man who you wish to not speak of and he rather not of you.

"It's only for your safety dove" ,he insisted, "they would kill you if they found out, but i will sort it out, i will marry you one day and make you mine in front of the whole kingdom i promise." But the day never came.

"All men are the same y/n, a prince is no different, or a king as they call him now." Sally said as she heard your misery,which was not a huge secret anyway ,there were always rumours about prince steven rogers getting involved with the evil witch, just to sow his wild oats some say , others say she enchanted him, but only you both know the truth and neither of you were going to speak of it now.

Steven was fine, he was betrothed to princess Margaret of the neighbouring kingdom as soon as his mother found out about the affair, and just like that he was gone , away to the kingdom of carter ,and when he returned he was no longer the steve you knew, he was a married man , then soon his father died and he became the new king. Not that any of that mattered now.

Now you were all alone ,a spinster, a wicked one ,as they say. So in this world full of hatred you wanted something to love, something to call your own ,which is why you had embarked om this journey now.

A rather dangerous one , "be careful y/n orcs are wild creatures, dangerous beasts ."

You thanked sally for her concern and led on with your journey.

Just as you entered the unexplored territory of the mystical forest, you saw it, a giant cottage protected by magical shields, of course you were able to break through it easily, you hoped you don't upset the orc so easily. But oh boy you were wrong, as you moved forward you were yanked back by a large arm to your neck and pinned against a tree. You came face to face with probably the most gorgeous mythical creature ever created, with his long locks, hairy chest, chiseled abs and thick arms, he was only covered by a cloth wrapped around his lower body .

"What are you doing here little witch?" His grip on your neck tightened ,you immediately used your powers to get him off of you. He stepped back picking up the knife that was hidden under his cloth.

"Stop, I'm not here to hurt you." You tried to calm him.

"Then what are you doing here, how did you break my barrier." He questioned you angrily.

"Oh please I'm the wicked witch of the west, this is beneath me." Your words only seem to agitate him more. So you switched your tone. "Anyway I'm only here to ask for your help. " i even brought you offerings" you laid out your bag which was full of things orcs liked.

he looked at it,expression remaining the same, "help? What help could a witch possibly want from an orc?" He realized what you wanted as he completed the sentence, it could only be one thing.

"I uh want you to-"

"You want me to breed you." He said in his deep voice which made slick pool in your core.

"Well if you put it plainly then yes." You said, currently ogling his form more than ever.

"Or Would you like to call it love making,like the humans do?." You noticed the shift in his tone now.

You stepped forward,making the first move boldly as you captured his lips in a fiery kiss, you moaned into it as his thick orc tongue explored your mouth.

"You can call it whatever you want as long as you fuck me with your big orc cock." You said out of breath from the kiss. This made him laugh out loud. "You do have a dirty mouth on you little witch, i like it." He said as he cupped your breast through your thin barely there linen dress you wore on purpose.

"I will breed you." He said at once. ",but under one condition. " you were no longer paying attention to his words as his fingers explored your body. "You will have to live with me "

"What? Here?" You asked looking around.

"Yes, where else?"

"What about my home?"

"Where do you live?"

"In the town nearby, brookenhaim." Ari huffed in response, "with humans? ,i thought they didn't like your kind." He said.

"They uh..we get along fine, i own an apothecary so uh yes......i live there, i can't just leave it all behind and come here and live with you in the middle of nowhere."

"Where's your coven? Or any family?" You went silent for a moment not knowing what to say ,you didn't come here to be questioned like this ,you came here to fuck.

"Where's yours?" You were met with the same silence.

"Look we dont have to do it this way mister.."

"Ari..ari levinson." You gave him your name in return.

"Right..ari " you poked a finger to his chest, as he looked at you mockingly, for your desperate attempts to intimidate him. "We're not getting married for fucks sake,so don't think much about my predicament, i just want a quick fuck ,get knocked up and leave." He smirked again at your words."what?"

"I didn't know witches were so uncivilized, and for one living with humans, you sound far from it."

"Uncivilized? You're a fucking orc ,living in the middle of nowhere, don't talk to me about being civil." You were furious now, ari could sense it,so he tried to soothe you.

"Alright, alright, i didn't mean to judge little witch, you can do whatever you want, but listen a mating period is very important for orcs, so atleast until you get pregnant i want you to be with me and that would also be convenient for breeding you i hope."

You thought about it for a moment, "alright, i dont think it'll take too long for me to get pregnant anyway, that is if you do a good enough job." You were back in your seductive mood now.

"Oh you worry about yourself little witch." He said giving you his signature smile and placing a kiss to he back of your palm.

You went back to town immediately, closed your apothecary ,took your precious belongings which was not much by the way, and your necessities for your stay with the orc and returned to his cottage. You looked forwards to saying goodbye to sally and pete , but were disappointed when you learnt that they were at the town festival dancing the night away, one which you were not a part of anyway, and would mostly be greeted by frowns, so you never bothered going again.

So here you were, alone in ari's cottage, you'd offered to make dinner with your homemade pasta you brought from town, while ari was out chopping woods for the night.

Ari came back after a while,looking all sweaty and worked up , you almost dropped the pot looking at him.

He ate the dinner you made, "hmm that's really good sweetheart, haven't eaten like this in a long time." You didn't know what he means by a long time, but didn't wanna pester him with more personal questions. So you questioned him about what you came for,

"So when are you gonna fuck me orc?" You asked teasingly.

"Eager aren't we pretty girl?" You almsot blushed at the nicknames he's been giving you, you. "Go wait for me on the bed...naked."

You nodded and proceeded to do as he said , taking of your dress and your undergarments, standing on your hands and knees , presenting yourself for him like an orc mate would.

Ari barged in the door , awestruck as he looked at your form, "hmm didn't know you knew about orc mating postions, little witch." He commented as he neared you, hands gripping your hips, positioning you for his comfort.

"I came prepared orc." You said as he toyed with your clit ,other hand moving to your breasts, lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder.

You could do nothing but moan, and try to stop your knees from wobbling. Just then his mouth reached your pussy, his thick tongue licking a long stripe , spreading your wetness everywhere. "Hmm that's the prettiest pussy ever sweetheart. " you whimpered as he pushed his tongue into your hole, "hmm the tightest too, I've only ever fucked orcs, and they could barely take me, i don't know how this tight little witch cunt is gonna take all of me pretty girl."

His words only turned you on more, "but don't worry I'll stretch you out real good and leave you begging for more." He landed a sharp smack to your ass, the pleasure of which went striaght to your core.

Ari kept his promise and stretched you out, first with his finger, and then his massive orc tongue, then added more fingers, until you cried from the pleasure begging him to let you cum, and he did eventually after edginf you on for an hour. You fell onto your stomach as you orgasmed, losing your position that the orc seemed to love so much. So he brougt you back on your hands and knees, supporting you with his arms so you stay in position.

"I was just getting started little witch, now show me how badly you wanna take my seed, show me how good you can take this cock." He pushed the tip into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size, once you got comfortable, he started pounding into you, with such brutal force you gripped the sheets as you writhed in pleasure, you could hear his grunts too and filthy words that slipped his mouth as he fucked into you. 'You're taking me so good lottle witch, that pretty cunt is gripping me so good.' 'Aagh tightest pussy I've ever had, just the way i like it.'

"Fuck ,fuck ari I'm gonna cum." You cried out as you neared your orgasm, "cum for me little witch." And you did for the fitth time that night, you could feel ari getting sloppy, he was nraring his orgasm too, but he picked up his phase again and fucked into you real good, with a lpud grunt he came in you without warning, filling you up to the brim with his warm cum.

You both laid in bed facing the ceiling, caching your breath,ari turned his head towords you ,"so it's true what they say about witches."

"What ?" You raised your eyebrows.

"You have the tightest pussies out of all the creatures in the mystical forest." He daid jokingly.

You slapped his arm, lightly too fucked out of your brains to respond to orc's comment properly. "You like tight pussies?" You aksed after a moment.

"They're the best." You huffed at his response."is that the only thing you look for in a woman?"

"Hmm only you could turn a compliment into a debate little witch....No,There's much more obviously."

"And what if she didn't have a tight cunt, what then."

"It doesn't matter ,when you accept someone as your mate, you don't care about anything else, you only care about cherishing them with all you have."

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed ,you looked around to see ari already in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Good morning little witch. " he stood there in all his glory.

"Good morning ari."

"I can't cook like you but i made something with the berries i gathered, here have a taste." He fed you his berry custard with a spoon, which you licked and hummed at the taste.

"It tastes so sweet ari." You moaned ,"but i think i need something salty to start the morning."

"I'm afraid i dont have anything salty to offer you sweetheart." He said genuinely. "This isn't the town where you can get-"

Just then you sank to your knees and pulled off ari's only clothing covering his body, "hmm i think you have plenty to offer me orc."

Ari's words died down in his throat. You took the tip of his member in your mouth, sucking it sweetly ,all the while looking at ari, you saw his pupils dilate, eye's turning dark filled with lust and pleasure.

He groaned in pleasure, as you licked a lond stripe along his cock the same way you licked the custard off the spoon. You used your hands to play with his balls, adding to his pleasure.

Ari knew he wasn't gonna last, he was thinking about you all morning, wanting to fuck you in your sleep, but he didn't wanna come of as being so desperate, he wanted to maintain his composure, so he opted to cooking instead, but here you were sucking his cock first thing in the morning ,bobbing your head up and down his member ,barley fitting in all of him in your mouth.

He came fast ,hard, spurting his ropes of white cum into your throat, which you swallowed willingly. "Hmm tastes so delicious orc..so it's true what hey say about orc's semen too huh? Tastes so good. Leaves you wanting for more." You said as you took him in your mouth one more time.

"Save some for that pretty cunt of yours little witch -oh just like that keep going." You slowed down your pace giving him kitten licks ,teasing him and having him on edge, likw he did to you last night, just then ari took control, he grabbed you by your hair and started fuckint your mouth roughly, you couldn't help but grind yourself on his leg at the same time.

He moaned your name as ge was about to come in your mouth you were ready to taste him, but he pulled out just in time to come all over your face and chest. "Hmm you look sp pretty like this little witch, painted in my cum."

You pouted, "but i wanted to taste your cum." Ari simply laughed at your pouting.

"Later little witch, let me fuck you now." He gave you his hand to lift you off your feet.

A/N : pls do reblog and let me know if you need more of this series.