#and that it goes both ways... top gif he's dressing like her; bottom gif she's dressing like him....

[widowshill]

r/v + matching outfits.

[lacroixwh0r3]

Blow My Load

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: For the last two year, you and Joel have been secretly hooking up behind your fathers back. One night when your dad goes out on a date, you and Joel spend the night together and Joel gets carried away.

Warnings: SMUT!! DUB CON, petnames (pretty tame ones), doggystyle, oral sex (f recieving), PiV, creampie, crying, pregnancy mention, abortion mentioned at the end, overstimulation, Joel is a little bit of an asshole in this (I am so sorry), age gap (Joel is 40 and reader is around 25), (aged up) Sarah mentioned, no outbreak

Song inspo (Feel free to listen if you want): Blow my load by Tyler, The Creator

A/N: Enjoy! Please reblog, share, like, and comment if you want. <333

"Oh, baby," Joel moans as he breaks the kiss between you two. You look down at his lips, which are now bright red and slightly plumped. His tongue quickly licks off the mix of both of your spits from his bottom lip. His hands were still holding your head in place as he looked at you. "I wanna cum in that tight little pussy so bad, darlin."

Normally, the two of you would have to be quiet, but because your dad had decided last minute to go on a date, it was just you and Joel in the house. Or you might even go over to Joel's house, which was five minutes away, if Sarah wasn't home, but tonight the young girl was at the house with three of her friends having a sleepover doing, lord knows, what. Joel was adamant about staying over to watch the four girls, but you quickly reminded him that they're 18 years old and could easily take care of themselves. You were also going to be home alone, and you wanted him all to yourself.

As soon as your dad pulled out of the driveway, you and Joel ran to your bedroom and stripped out of your clothing.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper. "Joel, you know you can't do that." You tell him as you bring your hands up to grip his wrist. You weren't on birth control, and Joel wasn't a big fan of condoms. When the two of you did have sex together, Joel would usually pull out at the very last second, which would lead to you giving him a lecture as you both came down from the intense orgasm you both had.

Sure, it was hot when Joel did it, but you would rather not have to tell your dad that you were pregnant with his best friend's baby, and you didn't want Joel to tell Sarah that he had gotten the girl she looked up to the most pregnant.

"I know, darlin', I know, but imagine how fuckin' good it must feel." Joel whispered to you as he groans out. He brings his head close to yours again. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours.

"I'm fucking you until you can't think straight, begging me to dump my warm load deep into your pussy." Joel says before he sticks his tongue out again, only this time his tongue strokes against my top lip. You felt a strong pull in your stomach as your pussy clenched around nothing, causing you to push your hips into Joel's. "Maybe even put a baby in there." He says it lightly. It was almost as if he was saying it to himself, but somehow you still heard it but didn't comment on it.

You couldn't help but think about earlier, when Joel had lifted your dress up and ate you out on your family's couch in the living room while your dad ran to the store to restock on beer and some food for dinner. The way he sat down on the floor as he wrapped his large hands around your ankles to keep your legs from closing or falling off the couch Or the way he slurped, licked, and sucked on your clit to the point you almost wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

You parted your lips to allow Joel's tongue to invade your mouth. Joel cocks his head to the side a bit and sucks on your tongue before letting it go and French kissing you. You can feel it as the drool slides down your chin, getting onto his beard. You feel Joel's hands release your face and move down your neck, stopping at your breast. He fondles them and thumbs your nipples. They were painfully hard now.

You wanted nothing more than for Joel to fuck you senselessly until you couldn't think of anything but him. Joel always turned you on when he talked to you like this, but you were ovulating right now, and his words weren't helping.

You pull away from the kiss. "Fuck me, Joel," You mutter against his lips. "I want you to fuck me hard, daddy."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you nice and hard? Get on the bed so Daddy can fuck you," He says sternly. "I want you face down, ass up, darlin'." You immediately get to the edge of the bed, just as Joel told you to, with your feet hanging off.

You can feel Joel close behind you in between your legs as he reaches over your naked body and grabs the pillow near your head. "Get on your hands for me real quick," He tells you. Again, you do what he says, and he stuffs the pillow underneath your stomach. "Good girl, now lay back down on your chest." He tells you once more. You lay back down and realized that your hips were now elevated, allowing Joel to easily access your pussy.

"Oh, look at you, so fuckin' sexy with your ass in the air, just ready for me to fuck you," He teases you. "You want me to fuck that pretty pussy, doll?" Joel asked. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing. Begging for your hole to be fucked

"Mmmhm." You whimper at Joel as you nuzzle your face into the soft sheets beneath you. However, your response did not satisfy him because he spanked your ass with his large hand. Your head pops off the bed, causing you to look back at him over your shoulder.

"Say it." Joel demanded it from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"I've wanted you since you got here, baby. I've been so fucking wet for that big cock." You whimpered as you wiggled your ass in the air, causing him to strike your ass again.

"Oh, I know you want my cock, honey. You want me to fuck my cum into you? Hmm?" He spanked you multiple times. You let out soft whines as you shook my head.

"Hmm? What's that, baby? You want me to cum in you?" He not-so-jokingly asked:

"I mean it, Joel. You can't cum inside of me or I'm gonna kill you, old man." You give him a pointed look over your shoulder, causing him to raise his hand in defense with his eyebrows raised. You meant it jokingly, but also not jokingly.

"I promise I won't, baby." He tells you.

"Mmhm, now I want you to fuck me, Joel." You demand him. His left hand grips your waist as the other wraps around his cock as he strokes it, getting ready to slide it into you. You feel him rub his cock against your clit as he gathers the arousal that seeps out of your hole. You moan out his name as he hisses.

Joel then points the head of his cock at your pussy and slowly slides inside. Letting out a deep groan as he does so. "Oh f-fuck, baby," He shudders. Your toes had curled up in pleasure as you dropped your head onto the sheets. "Pussy so fucking tight and warm... I might just have to cum in this pussy and make you a momma, huh?" He questions you as he slowly begins to push in and out of you. Joel felt the flutter after he said that.

"Oh, you liked that, baby?" Joel teases you. His slow strokes began to form a hard, fast pounding. "Tell me."

"I am going to fu-Oh fuck me-I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Joel!" You moan out to him as he continues his furious strokes. His balls slapped against your clit as he pushed your waist into the pillow beneath you. "Y-you have to fucking pull out," You plead with Joel. You knew that he wasn't listening as he continued to pound his cock in and out of you.

"You promised me!" You squeal out. Joel only grunted in reply and spanked your ass with full force as his left hand gripped your hips.

Somehow, Joel's thrust had only gotten faster. You could hear your headboard hitting against your wall and the sound of my ass slapping against Joel's hips. It was all too much. Your knees began to burn from the friction, your hips began to grow sore as he tightened his grip on them, and with each hit to your ass, there was a sharp sting that lingered. That's when you knew that both you and Joel were close to orgasming.

"Oh, J-Joel, baby, please!" Suddenly, it hit you. You were cumming so hard that you didn't know what to do with yourself. The combined feeling of Joel's heavy balls slapping against your clit and his cock rubbing the spot deep within you was overpowering, causing tears to form.

You grabbed the pillow that sat near your head and brought it close to your face. You bite down on the pillow as your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out loud moans into it.

"Oh my fucking god, baby..." Joel strains out his sexy, deep voice. He spanks you again as you cum around his cock and rub your ass cheek to soothe the pain. "Come on, sweet girl, tell me who's making you feel good." His strokes had begun to slow down now.

You release the pillow from between your teeth. You were so far gone from your ongoing orgasm that you couldn't even form words. Goosebumps had formed around your whole body as you shaked and quivered.

You feel him bring his hand up and smack your ass hard again, causing your body to jerk in response. "Tell me, girl! Who's makin' you cum this hard?" Joel grits his teeth as he slowly thrusts into you.

"It's you, Daddy!" You moan out to him as you reach your arm around you to grab onto his fingers on your waist. Joel moans and slowly picks up the pace of his thrust. You could feel his balls tighten against your clit, letting you know that he was nearly cumming. You look over your shoulder at him.

"That's fuckin' right, daddy is fucking you." He fucks himself into you. "O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' cum soon, my sweet girl." Joel continues to hold onto your hand while his other hand lazily spanks your ass some more. You watch as his head falls back and his eyes close. You feel yourself close to another orgasm as well, but you can't help but worry that Joel isn't going to pull out on time.

"J-Joel," You moan to him as you grip the sheets on the bed. "You have to pull out; I'm ovulating, and you're gonna get me pregnant if you don't." You tried to tell him so that he could pull out. However, this only seemed to turn him on more. His cock strained in you all while he continued to stroke against the spot inside of you. You released his hand, slipped it between the pillow, and onto your clit. You rubbed your clit fast as he fucked you.

Joel looked like he had been transported to heaven. He looked down at you with both hands on your hips, gripping them hard. It hurt, but you didn't care.

"Oh, baby, I love you so fuckin' much," he whimpered as he looked into your eyes. "I'm so sorry," He says, looking down at his cock going in and out of your pussy. The sight of your juices covering his cock made his body go stiff. That's when you knew he wasn't going to pull out.

"I can't stop; I need to fuckin' cum in this tight pussy right now."

"Joel! No, pull out now." You told him as you tried to move your body away from his, but his grip was too tight around you. "You promised me, Joel!" You moaned loudly.

You weren't sure how many times you had orgasmed today, but you knew that you were cumming again. Joel moans as he feels you tighten around him. His cock begins to spurt his warm cum into your womb. You were so overstimulated that your eyes leaked tears and your ears rang loudly as your cunt welcomed Joel's cum and fluttered around his cock. Over the ringing in your ears, you can hear Joel whimpering out soft appologies as he continued to cum.

With his cock still inside you as you leaked out cum from your pussy, he laid his warm body on top of your back. His chest was damp with sweat from pounding into you. You could feel his warm breath by your ear as he took a minute to gather himself together. He still felt your walls fluttering around him. "It's okay, babydoll. I got you," He whispered gently as he stroked your bare side. You couldn't speak or think; all you could do was shiver underneath his body, even though you were far from cold.

Moments later, Joel pushes up from the bed and slowly pulls his cock from you with a slight hiss and groan. Joel bends down to get a look at your cum-filled pussy with his hands resting on your ass. "Oh doll, look at that pretty pussy," He whispers as he strokes his thumb against your sore ass. "I'll be back, okay, baby?" You let out a soft hum, letting him know he heard you.

When he went to the bathroom to clean you off and get something to clean you off, he didn't hear you burst into tears. When he came back, you were now sitting in the middle of the bed, crying with your head in your hands.

He rushes into the room, places the water bottle and towel on the bed, and embraces you. You couldn't help but cry harder as you cried into his neck. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." He apologized as he kissed and rubbed your head. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't even know what I was thinking."

You continued to cry for a few more moments before speaking up. "Joel, what if you did get me pregnant? What are we going to tell my dad and Sarah?" You look up at him with worry. He could tell you were stressed over this and couldn't help but feel his heart pull in his chest. Joel honestly didn't know what came over him during sex.

"Doll," He grabs your hand from your lap and gives it a quick kiss. "If you do get pregnant and you decide that you want to get rid of it, I will be there along the way, but if you want to keep it, then I will be sure to take care of you and the baby no matter what." Joel says it truthfully.

You stroked his hand with your thumb. "Joel, I'm not getting rid of it, but we're gonna be so fucked when my dad finds out his best friend of four years has been boning his daughter for the last two years and got her pregnant..." You say this to him as you look down at his hand in yours. "He'll fucking probably end up kicking me out and then kicking your ass."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout that darlin'; you're always welcomed at my house." With his other hand, he holds your head and kisses the crown of your head. "As for him kicking my ass, that ain't happening, sweetheart," He says sternly, as if he is sure. You let out a snort as you laughed.

"Oh really?" You back away from him to get a look at the cocky look on his face. He just looks down at your face with admiration.

"I'm certain, darlin'," He tells you, causing you to let out a loud giggle. That beautiful giggle overwhelmed Joel with love. He knew he loved you before, and he always made sure that you knew he loved you, but he knew right there that there would be another compared to you. You were it for him.

After your giggles had died down, you noticed that he was looking at you with a sparkling look in his eyes. "What?" You asked him softly as you played with his fingers.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked you. You felt yourself beginning to get shy. The both of you always told each other how much you loved each other, but something about this was different.

"Of course I know, Joel. Do you know I love you more, though?" You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. You then pull back to take a look at his face. The way his hard eyes softened when he looked at you made you weak in the knees. "So fuckin' handsome!" Joel's cheeks turned a soft pink color.

"And you're the most beautiful thing on earth," He whispers to you. "You're mine forever; don't ever forget it, darlin'." You wish this moment could last forever.

You released his hands from yours and brought them to your stomach. "I can't believe we might be having a baby, Joel," You whispered as you stroked your stomach. You could see you and Joel sharing a child together and even getting married whenever the time is right. He puts his hand over yours as well and rubs his thumb against your hand.

"You want me to cum in you again so we know we're successful, baby?" He suggested it with a smug tone. The soft look on your face immediately dropped and was replaced with a blank one instead.

"You're such a dirty old man," You tell him. "But yes, I do." You give him a quick peck on the lips before laying back down on the bed.

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A/N: I kinda hate this, but its been on my mind and I wanted to write.

[gag-me-munson]

Prom Date

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: None really. Mentions of oral on Eddie but it's not explicitly written. Mostly fluff today.

"She was supposed to be here already," Eddie was frantic around the trailer. His Uncle, Wayne, trailing behind, "Or was I supposed to get her? How do these things even work?"

"Just settle down and let me fix your bow tie, boy." Wayne was huffing, slightly annoyed by Eddie's insecurities but also smiling through it because Eddie was finally doing something, well, normal.

Groaning loudly, Eddie hangs his head and walks towards his uncle and gritting his teeth. Prom was definitely not his idea of a fun time, but you had promised him road head to make up for it. Reluctantly Eddie agreed to this plan, but only after begging him for another five minutes.

"What if she doesn't like this stupid flower thing I got? You picked it out anyways, how about you go instead?" Eddie trying to get out at the last minute was so him. Especially for something that made him feel like more of an outcast.

"It's called a corsage, Eddie." Wayne mumbles and lifts his nephew's head up to fix the bow tie. "You said her dress was purple, right?"

"Well, she calls it lavender." Eddie says sarcastically, waving his hands in the air before running one through his hair, cursing under his breath and running straight back to the mirror to fix it. He wanted tonight to be over with already, to have you sneak back into his bed after a smoke and cuddle you.

"Well, white goes with anything," Wayne calls out after Eddie, "even lavender." He chuckles and after a moment there's a small knock at the door.

Wayne answers it and smiles when he sees you all dressed up. Sure enough, it's a lavender shade of purple, to the knees with ruffled sleeves. Small black heels adorn your feet and you have on one of your mother's necklaces.

"Well, darlin'," He grins broadly and ushers you into the small trailer, "don't you look nice. Eddie, your date is here, now leave your hair alone and get going!"

At first Wayne had been unsure of you, knowing the type of girl Eddie usually went for around the park, but after watching you help him not only with his homework but listen to his nephew go on and on about the latest dragons and dungeons- or whatever it was called, he didn't pay much attention- campaign, he changed his mind completely.

Eddie rushes past you to the fridge and quickly pulls out a plastic container. He shuffles towards you, blushing with ferocity so much that even his ears are red, and brings out the white rose corsage.

"I got this for you..." and as he takes it out of the packaging, Eddie places the beautiful flower around your wrist with a gentle ease.

"It's perfect, Eddie." You smile and lift his chin up so that his deep brown eyes meet your own. "Thank you."

He finally offers you his famous grin and nods fervently, "yeah, no problem."

"Alright kids, off you go before you miss the damn dance." Wayne hurries you both out as he lights the cigarette in his mouth, waving goodbye.

After helping you into the van, Eddie hops into the driver's side and starts up, turning the volume dial down.

You had offered, many times on the way, to give Eddie the road head you'd promised but in his words, "I'll fuck up the tux, I know it." And that was that.

Usually he had his free hand on your leg but tonight he was anxiously playing with the rings on that hand, biting his bottom lip and paying more attention to the road than usual. He was so nervous to be out of his element and around the "normal" kids that he just was shutting down.

"Why, Eddie Munson," you venture and take his hand into both of yours, "I have never seen you like this before. It's just a dance!"

"Yeah, just a dance," he scoffs and exhales loudly, "where everyone will be staring because I can't do that. Dance, I mean."

You kiss the top of his hand and let it rest on your lap, shaking your head, "I don't care about them. You shouldn't either. I'm going because I wanted to dance with you. To show you off because you are worth showing off, Eddie."

At the stoplight, Eddie seems to relax, his shoulders moving down from his ears and he looks at you quickly with a faint smile. "I love ya, babe." He grins and starts driving again after the go from green.

After the short drive and finding a parking spot nearer the back, away from the rest of the cars headed towards the school, Eddie gets out and comes to your side. He opens the door as you grab your dress and hop out, thanking him.

"Well, here we go." He sighs and offers his hand. You take it and give it a squeeze of confirmation, letting your boyfriend know that you're more than ready.

The music is loud and it's a faster song, most definitely pop music, too. You laugh at the look on Eddie's face before you point to where a line of people are waiting to get their portrait taken in front of a simple paper backdrop.

"Oh come on, we have to!" You say with glee and before Eddie can even begin to say "nope", you're dragging him to the line.

He is completely and totally out of his element and you can tell how nervous he is, so when it's your turn for a photo, you make Eddie stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You look up and behind to him and smile brightly before the photo is taken and the girl taking them is now onto the next.

"See... that wasn't so bad." You grin and notice a slower song is finally on. His hand in yours, you take Eddie to the dance floor and stand in front of him.

"Now, I know you can do this. We've danced in the trailer hundreds of-"

You're cut off with a kiss and Eddie wrapping his arms around your waist, yours going around his neck. He's blushing again.

"No one needs to know what we do in private." He rests his forehead on yours and chuckles as you smile back.

Cyndi Lauper blares her "Time After Time." In the background and as clichéd and overplayed as it is, you can hear Eddie singing it to you in a near whisper of a voice. You pull your head away and look into his eyes, his watching you as his mouth sings the words to you, making you feel like the only person in the dressed up gym.

"If you're lost, you can look and you will find me. Time After time..."

School will be ending soon and who knows what will happen with you and this amazing boy, so you can only gulp hard, blink your oncoming tears away and hug Eddie close.

"I know we're young... and I know this is stupid, but I want you. Forever." He whispers your name into your ear and butterflies begin to spread throughout your stomach. Can he really be asking you-

"Be my wife. Please..." With now fresh tears you once again take a look into those beautiful and dark brown eyes, searching for the joke or at least the sarcasm.

"What'd you just ask me?"

With a newfound confidence, Eddie grins from ear to ear, picking you up so you can't run away when he loudly declares, "I love you and I want you to marry me!"

You're blushing now but your eyes still don't leave his, not even as the other people in the gym look or roll their eyes at the pair of you.

"Oh Eddie," you sigh dreamily as he sets you slowly down, "Eddie Munson, '86 is definitely your year."

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Tags: @after4evrr

[huggybearhughes43]

Lowkey p*rn vibes here but reader is friends with John and helps take care of his place when he goes on roadies and she’s cleaning up when she gets a stain on her clothes and decides to just do a load of laundry since she’s there. She borrows one of his dress shirts and she’s putting things in the laundry when he shows up earlier than expected to find her “stuck” in the washer leading to sex

Coffee stain

John Marino x Fem! Reader

Warnings- Smut, cream pie, PinV, slight fingering, squirting, friends with benefits, nipple sucking, on the washing machine

Summary- in the request :)

Word count- 696

I tossed my coffee stained dress into his dirty clothes bin. Johnny had asked me if I could check up on his house every other day while he was gone for hockey and that’s where I was now. The only open time of my day was in the morning so I decided to just make my coffee at his place, in which I spilled on myself. I turn, only in red panties and a matching bra, as I look around his closet.

I look through his shirts and pull out a black dress shirt that I hadn’t seen him wear in years, I figured it would pass as a dress if I pair it with a belt. For the time being I toss the shirt about myself and button it up. I pick up the laundry pain and carry it to his washing machine. I bend down and begin tossing clothes in the machine, my panties peaking from under the shirt.

My humming filtered out the sound of someone entering the house and walking towards me. I jump when I feel a hand cup my heat over my panties. I turn my head to see John and I let out a sigh of relief. “Johnny I-“ he cuts me off by pulling my panties aside and dipping his pointer finger deep into my pussy. “If I knew I’d come back home to see you looking like a whore out of a porno, I would’ve came back sooner.”

I moan and catch my balance by placing my hand on the top of the washer. My back arches as I grind back onto his finger, looking for more greedily. He pulls his hand back, pulling a protest from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips and turns me around before lifting me up and placing me on the washing machine. “Look at you, such a greedy whore f’me, huh?” He teases with a smirk, obviously joking with the nickname.

He spread my legs apart and stations himself in between them before locking his lips on my jaw. “Johnny, please-“ “I know pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He sucks hickeys onto me as he unbuttons the shirt I had borrowed from him. The last button popping open and his hand grope my breast. I arch my back into his hand, the hand that wasn’t holding myself up made its way to scratch his back.

He pulls my lacey bra down to expose my tit. His mouth moves to give kisses down my collar bone and further down until his warm mouth latches on my nipple. My hand moves up to lock themselves in his curls. His teeth tug as he pulls away, causing me to gasp out a moan. Without another word he unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out. I bite my lip as I watch him pull my panties to the side and line himself up.

“You ready, baby?” All I can do to respond to his question is nod. He stations both of his hands on either side of me on the machine before he pushes in. We both let out pornographic moans that really set the seen as he bottoms out in my warm cunt. He pulls back on and slaps himself back in, in a quick movement. The way the dress short way unbuttoned and my tits were spilling out of my bra, moving up and down as he pounded into my tight cunt looked straight out of a porno.

He grasps my hips as he moves faster and harder. I brace myself, wrapping my arms around him as he bruises my cervix. “I’m gonna cum, Johnny!” I moan out as I hold him onto tightly. “Where do you want it?” “In me! I need it in me-“ he slips up a moan as his warm cum coats my insides. The feeling tips me over the edge, my juices spray on his pants in a squirt. “That was so fucking hot.” He says breathlessly as he pulls out of me. “This,” he sighs as he zips up his pants and helps me stand and situate myself, “is happening more often”

[mrsmidnight15]

Cod MWii x (gn)Reader Sfw & Nsfw headcanons

Characters: Valeria Garza, Cap. Jonathan Price

this is a bit short cause im still getting back into writing, ill hopefully be writing longer stuff soon🎉( @sleepiexx @sheeluvsme you two are entirely to blame for this😭)

all nsfw will be at the very bottom together!

🩷valeria🩷

Because of her line of work it can be hard trying to find fun things to do together out and about without risking being seen unless you're out of the country or dressed up but Valeria has no problem coming up with things to do with you inside or in enclosed outdoor areas.

She's a smart woman and her gears don't stop turning off work. If you can play chess be prepared for total warfare, she will wipe your ass clean off the board regardless of your skill and can go for as many rounds as you're willing. However if that isn't your thing there's still plenty of other logic, mystery and puzzle games to play together.

Loves dancing, if her favorite song comes on she's immediately on you, pulling you to the floor and teaching you the steps if you don't know. If you're physically unable to then she will put on a show, completely mopping the floor. If she's feeling cheeky or you're especially shy she will start dirty dancing to try and fluster you.

💕john💕

Whenever John gets home on leave he always dedicates the first couple days to relaxing with you, he always feels horrible having to spend so much time away from you and it's his own sorta way for making up all the lost time.

turns into a total cuddlebug, and if you aren't cuddling he's still finding someway to stay close or in physical contact with you. Rests his head on your lap if you're preoccupied with an electronic or book, playful kicks and footsie under the table while you're both eating dinner.

LOVES taking baths with you, thinks it's the perfect time for you guys to just unwind and take care of each other. goes feral when you wash his hair and scratch his scalp, if you want to rile him up all you need to do is give a couple light pulls. Tries to make you laugh by building up shapes on his head with the bubbles. insists on drying you off himself when you both get out.

NSFW

Valeria

DOMMY MOMMY

although i don't think she has a mommy kink the dommy part still stands

she loves the feeling of being in control of your pleasure, taking and giving it as she pleases

Likes restraints, not only for the power it gives you but she also enjoys knowing that feel safe enough to be so vulnerable and exposed just for her

A bit possessive, loves having you repeat her name while you're seeing stars. Asking you who you belong to, making you swear no one else will ever see or feel you like this even though she already knows the answers

one of her top kinks is for sure overstimulation. Gets off on how far gone you get, solely reliant on her to keep you grounded and well. absolutely loses it in a good way when you first start squirming, simply using her weight to keep you pressed down and pliant

Will not stop until you're writhing and begging her, mocks your whines and pleas for mercy while cranking up the vibrator pressed to your sweet spots. she's really good at reading you though and always knows when to stop before it starts to become uncomfortable or needing of safeword

John

he tends to prefer domming most of the time, just enjoys having you let go for him and have fun and gets off on it too

Won't be opposed however if you ever feel like taking the reigns, he's pretty cool with most things and trying stuff out as long as your happy

manhandling kink for the win, goes both ways depending on if you or him is the bigger one

If he is, which he's quite used to being, he loves taking you up against a wall. likes having you a bit closed in, forces you to focus only on him. enjoys having your full attention to himself

If you are, he likes positions where you're on top or over him. likes being able to have a good view of you while still pressed together and the pressure of your weight is very calming to him as well

Sucker for dirty talk, likes when you do it too but if you're too shy or don't have the capacity for it he'll gladly talk the whole way through. About how good you look, how perfect you feel around/inside him. when he's close to cumming he voice gets growly and low, whispering sweet things in your ear as you both come undone

[ghostfanwriter]

☀️🌭 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞 🌭☀️

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☀️ Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader (for now)

🌭 Synopsys: There was a change of plans and it turned out the barbecue had to be hosted in your family's backyard. It would be pretty crowded, and the perfect chance to get Dave where he always said he wanted to be... your bedroom.

☀️ Features: 🔞 Teasing, she calls him daddy (just a few times, I swear), smut, oral sex (m receiving), spiting (not in her mouth this time), teasing and masturbation (f receiving), cumplay.

🌭 Word Count: 6k

☀️ About this: This has been cooking for a while, and because of that some parts of it inspires other fics I wrote! So if you find similarities with other (especially The Dress, a Joel Miller fic) that's why

🌭 Author's note: Carol's coming... (But Dave's not going anywhere). ALSO! I highly recommend reading the previous parts to catch all the little details.

You're gonna try your best to make his day as hard as possible.

The necklaces he gave you are the final touch on your look. The cherry rests on top of the 'D', and they both shine on your chest.

No one else will, but you and Dave will know exactly what they mean. You're his, and it's just a matter of time until he claims that.

You get in front of the mirror and send him a photo. Full body, showing him your whole outfit. "Did you like it?" You send along.

He is at work, in his own office, sending and responding emails. The type of task that makes him miss having to dodge bullets.

He smiles seeing your name on his notification, frowning when he sees the picture, leaning back on his chair and adjusting his pants. He looks at it for a while, and not even a minute later, he calls you.

"Guess it's hard for you to not look too pretty, right, baby?" He says, and you giggle listening to him, you love looking like something he wants to look at.

"Did you like it?" You ask again.

"Fuck, got me hard just looking at the damn picture, angel." He says, and you laugh. "Don't you have anything else to wear?" His voice a bit breathy.

You whine in disappointment. "No, I loved it."

He grunts, touching himself through his pants, his bulge aching just from imagining you with that dress all day long.

"That's the problem, baby. I loved it too. Don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day with you like this, pumpkin." He says, and you smile at the name. "I need you to get changed."

Your dress is short.

Short, flowy, and it has a nice but discreet cleavage. The top part hugs your waist just right, and the bottom hugs and enhances all the right curves. It somehow manages to be sexy and girly at the same time.

It will drive him crazy.

But that was exactly your plan. Make his lighthearted neighborhood barbecue a bit more fun.

"Okay, Mr. York. I'll change into something a bit less fun, then." You say she he sighs.

"Uhh, thank you, peach. I'm sure you'll look pretty in anything. And you can wear this pretty dress only for me one day." He says and you smile, giving yourself another look on the mirror and sitting on your bed.

"You gotta stop promising me these things." You tell him with a smile before hanging up.

You try to ignore when Dave arrives at the barbecue with his family. The girls run to play with the other kids, and Carol goes to talk to a few other moms she knows.

Dave goes to a group of men, all close to his age – the husband's of the women Carol was chatting with. They're all laughing and drinking.

"Hey, Dave! You lucky fucking asshole! Wish my kids were failing school." One of the men says, catching Dave off guard.

He follows the men's eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as soon as he finds you, bending down to hug his daughters and greeting Carol.

Your necklaces shining on your chest, your hair falling effortlessly over your shoulders, and the fucking dress he told you not to wear clinging to your body in a perfect way, while still somehow being summer-neighborhood-barbecue friendly.

He smiles when you look at him.

"Hi, Mr. York!" You shout, a warm and inviting smile across your face as you wave. He's still wearing his formal work clothes; a light blue, long sleeved shirt and black dress pants. It's quite hard to not notice him, to ignore him.

He looks so good you have to control yourself to not look him up and down.

He waves back, a silly smile making its way to his own face, and he sighs when another one of the dads taps his shoulder.

"The devil works hard, my friend." The man says, pausing to drink his beer. "But we gotta work even fucking harder to resist it." He says, and you smile at them, even though you can't hear what they're saying.

By the way they're looking at you... There's only so much they could be talking about.

Dave laughs, speaking before he can stop himself. "The problem is the devil looks like a fucking angel sometimes."

The man laughs. "Wouldn't wanna be you, man. Would go fucking crazy seeing that everyday."

He knows.

He goes.

But hopefully you will help him and make today as easy as possible.

The day goes by relatively smoothly. You're too busy playing with the kids, talking to some old ladies, or ditching a few guys that flirt with you to have time to remember Dave's around.

Or at least that's what he was counting on.

He knew you two would have a talk because of your dress; because you did something he actively told you not to — which, to his dismay, was one of your favorite things to do.

And he knew he was right. He couldn't just take you to his bedroom and fuck your mouth or spank your ass, making you count enough slaps until numbers and his name became the only words you could remember.

But — God — does he fucking want to. Everytime a man would talk about you or look at you for too long, everytime a boy would approach you, everytime you looked at him...

He knew his limit was nearing. He was getting jealous, greedy even. He didn't want to see your smile, always so pretty and honest, directed at anyone else but him. Your laugh caused by anyone else's jokes.

He avoided especially imagining you making the pretty sounds you made for him on the phone the night before for someone else.

With you, he found out he was even more selfish than he already knew. He wanted you whole, and he wanted you all to himself.

He knew he couldn't. But he wanted to run towards you and bend you over a table, fuck you right there, in front of everyone, so no one dares to even think about you again. So everyone knows you're his.

So you stop teasing him like you do, so you know you're his, and so he gets his life back. So he can think of anything other than what it'd be like to be inside you, hearing you moan his name while feeling your warm and soft skin underneath his body. Your nails digging on his skin, your hair tangled around his fingers, your eyes rolling back, your pussy clenching and gushing around him—

He shakes the feelings away when his dress pants start feeling too tight, feeling grateful the dress wasn't as short as it seemed on the picture, and you've kept your distance, letting him just watch you.

His favorite thing to do, his favorite thing to watch.

You felt like your day was over.

You got Dave's attention — he's spent the whole day watching you — and you had a good time. So you looked for your parents to tell them you were going to your bedroom.

Maybe send Dave a picture or two, who knows?

But you decide to stick by for a little longer when you find him talking to your dad. They're sitting across from each other, Dave's legs are spread and he looks a lot more laid back than you're used to, even still wearing his formal clothes.

It's a vision too good to waste. An opportunity too good to pass. You can't help yourself.

Quite frankly you don't want to stop yourself as you walk towards them, Dave's eyes fixating on you when he sees you coming over.

"Hi daddyy!" You say with a sweet voice, looking into Dave's eyes, almost singing as you bend over to hug your dad's neck and chest from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck, your hands hanging in front of his chest.

"Hey, honey pie. You alright?" Your dad responds as Dave shifts on his seat.

You kiss his cheek. "Great, just checking on you." You say. "Hey Mr. York. Did you know my dad already?" You ask Dave, and he gulps before answering, removing his eyes from your lifted ass and finding your eyes again.

"No, not really. Just found out he's your dad, actually." He says laughing nervously.

"Oh, you're the Mr. York?" Your dad asks, his eyes widening after he finishes his beer, and Dave nods. "Dave York then, huh? Is she doing a good job?" He asks, bending over to shake Dave's hand, pulling you along.

"Oh, don't even get me started fucking started. She's doing more than you'd like to know." Dave thinks to himself and laughs.

"Yeah, amazing job, actually. The girls love her and they're doing way better at school." He says with a wide smile.

He was genuinely happy for his daughters' improvement, and even happier that you were the reason behind it.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. York. The girls are super sweet and smart. They just needed a little push." You say honestly, and his chest tightens a bit.

Did you have to be so good with his kids?

You notice your dad's empty beer bottle, taking it from his hand. "Do you want another one?" You ask.

"Oh, I'd love another one, baby, thanks." He says, looking back up at you with a wide smile.

"Can I get you one too, Mr. York?" You ask, and Dave picks his empty bottle from the grass.

"Yeah, sure, pum— Thank you." He says with a smile, cursing himself for almost letting a 'pumpkin' escape his lips.

A pretty girl giving him attention and bringing him more cold beer. Dave asks himself what are the chances he died at work and somehow made his way to heaven. But no, he's no fool to believe he would make it there.

And you honestly don't mind how old the idea sounds; to look pretty and serve your man.

Sure, you wouldn't do it to anyone else. But you like to do it to Dave.

You just wish you could do it every day.

You open two bottles and take a sip of one of them, looking into Dave's eyes as you do, and he smiles at you.

You bring them the bottles, handing Dave the one you drank from, and he drinks from it, looking into your eyes. You smile and hug your dad's neck from behind again, leaning over him and staring at Dave.

"Daddy, I'm a bit tired, think I'm gonna go upstairs, to my room." You say, looking at Dave and kissing your dad's cheek. "Maybe I'll come back before the party's over, just don't tell anyone I'm upstairs, please? Just tell them I left for a bit. Don't wanna be bothered." You say, and Dave gulps. He knows you're not just gonna get some rest.

"Alright, baby." You dad says, stroking your hair from behind and kissing your forehead.

"See you, Mr. York." You say, leaving, and he raises his beer, nodding to you. You walk away, and he follows you with his eyes, wishing he could go with you.

So close but so fucking out of reach.

The price he pays for his sins.

You text him on your way to your bedroom, a devilish smile on your face.

'Find yourself a bathroom, Mr. York. Wanna show you something.' You send him.

He's still talking to your dad when his phone buzzes. He grunts when he sees it's you already.

"Sorry, work. Gotta respond" He tells your dad, texting you before he can stop himself.

'Why don't you be a big girl and tell me where your bedroom is? Gonna be easier for both of us, peach.' He sends, the few beers he's drank enough to blur his best judgement.

You laugh when you see his text.

Dave York in your bedroom, doing God knows what while your parents, his family — his wife —, and the whole neighborhood are downstairs... Sinful and heavenly scenario.

'Last door on the hallway upstairs. If anyone finds you going up or down, just say the bathroom downstairs was occupied, and someone told you there was another one upstairs. There actually is one, so no one's gonna think anything of it.' You send him, your stomach making you feel sick, anticipation washing over you as you sit on your bed and wait for your doorknob to move.

"Do you mind? I have to get this or they'll never leave me alone." He tells your dad, who nods and lets him go.

A few seconds later you hear heavy footsteps coming towards your bedroom, and you can feel every contraction of your heart as it beats fast inside your chest.

You feel like you're gonna vomit, a wave of all the feelings you feel around him crashing against you; the bad ones because you're so close to his family, and the good ones because... Well, he's him.

He opens the door slowly and smiles when he sees you sitting on your bed, your eyes wide and your chest moving deeply.

He locks the door and takes a second to look around your bedroom, still partially decorated from when you were in high school. The walls painted in soft colors, your bed sheets pink, yellow and white. Everything he knew your room would be like.

"Hi, peach." He says, approaching you, standing right in front of you.

"Hi, Mr. York." You respond, your voice barely making it's way out of your lips.

"How was your day, baby? Did you have fun?" His hand comes to your chin, lifting it so you'd look up at him.

"Uhum. Did you see it?" You ask, your voice slightly shaky as you lift both your necklaces with your thumb, showing them to him.

"Oh, I saw it, that's why I didn't punch any of the boys flirting with you." He whispers. "Because I know you know that you're mine."

"You were watching me?" You ask, smiling, putting on an innocent face. You know he's been.

You were counting on it.

"Couldn't look away all day, baby. So pretty like this." He praises, caressing your cheek and pulling your hair behind your ear.

"All for you." You say, and he smiles.

"All for me?" He asks, sounding honored.

"Knew you'd like it." You say with a wide and proud smile.

"Oh, but that's exactly the problem, pumpkin." He starts, his tone shifting from sweet to dark when he says: "I liked it way too much, just like I told you I would." His hand pulling on the hair on the back of your head, forcing your head back.

"Mr. York..." You moan.

"Tell me what you want, angel. What are you trying to get from all this? Huh? 'Cause I'm getting tired of only seeing this pretty body in pictures." He says softly, almost whispering as his right hand keeps holding your head back, and his left hand gently massages your right breast.

The —huge— volume on his pants, right in front of your face, is making it hard for you to think, and you just stare at it, licking your lips, ignoring his questions.

"Tsk, get up here, baby. This cock's making you dumb and you haven't even touched it yet." He says, pulling you up by your hair, your bodies touching.

You love how rough he is. It makes your knees weak. It makes you want to behave, to be good for him, and do what he says.

Whatever he says.

But also to not give him what he wants, so he keeps treating like this. Just so he calls you names, so he slams you into a wall again, so he pulls on your hair or squeezes your throat until you're lightheaded.

You can't help the pathetic whine that you let out.

"C'mon, words. I know you're such a smart girl. Tell me what you want." He says, rubbing his nose on your cheeks, his hands on the nape of your neck and squeezing your hips, pressing your body onto his.

You close your eyes, your nose touching his face while your hands pull on his hair and tug on his shirt, gathering the courage to just open your mouth and let your thoughts out.

"I... I want you to cum inside me." You say, and he pulls away just enough to look at you. "I want you to do it and then I want to go back downstairs and talk to people with you leaking from me... I want you, Mr. York." You manage to let out. Feeling your cheeks on fire as the words leave your lips.

You don't understand how he can pull such honesty out of you like this.

But you love it.

He chuckles softly, a twisted smile on his lips.

"Jesus, doll." He whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. "So fucking bad. Can't do it, no. Can't cum inside you. Not yet. But I know of something that may do it for you." He says, gently pulling your hair behind your ears. "Get on your knees." He says sternly.

But you just stare at him, too nervous to move. Too in awe of the situation to react. Still a bit numbed by your own words, your own thoughts.

He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, though. Take too long and people are gonna ask where he's gone. And he doesn't know when he's gonna have this chance again.

He slaps your face, just his fingers hitting your cheek. Not hard enough to hurt or offend you, just to burn and get your attention.

And to make you smile.

"You wanted this, peach? Attention? You wore this fucking dress for me to do this, didn't you? Then your plan worked, you got what you fucking wanted. Now stop being a fucking brat and do what I say." He says sternly, his voice low and angry.

You can feel yourself leaking from the way he talks to you, your heart beating so hard you're certain he can hear it.

"Sorry, daddy." You say, your voice small and aroused. You try to get down to your knees, but he holds you up by your throat, slapping your face again, a proper slap this time.

"Told you to not fucking call me that." He snarls at you, his dick twitching inside his pants.

"And this will only teach me to do it even more, Dave." You say with a smile, pushing yourself onto the hand on your throat, a dark and small smile appearing on his lips as he squeezes it even harder. "And you said I couldn't call you that because you couldn't fuck my mouth... But we're here now, so I guess it's—"

You gasp when he squeezes harder, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

"I'm just trying to find out if this mouth is as good at sucking my cock as it is at talking back to me." He says, pushing you down to your knees, between himself and your bed, your feet going underneath the bed.

You unbuckle his pants desperately. Now that your mind is back inside your body, you want to do this before he changes his mind.

You pull his pants down and take a deep breath when you see his cock, the air refusing to leave your lungs.

Big, girthy, trimmed but not shaved, veins showing through his light skin. His pink and swollen tip, engulfed by his foreskin, already leaking with his precum.

He's so heavy he doesn't stand fully erect, hanging with his own weight. You frown at the sight, not catching the moan that leaves your mouth, and he smiles.

"As good in person?" He asks, his hands gently pulling your hair back, taking a fistful of it to force you to look up at him.

"Even better, Mr. York." You say, looking into his eyes as you grab him, feeling just how heavy he is. "And so heavy, too." You say, licking his tip, right where it's leaking, earning a deep sigh from him.

"C'mon, baby. Treat it real nice, it's all for you." He says, his voice low and aroused.

"Because of me?" You ask with a devious smile.

"You know it is." He says, his smile warmer than you expected, like he's proud of you for being so nasty. Maybe even nastier than him.

Focused solely on his cock, you lick long and heavy lines from his base towards his tip, wetting your tongue before each time. Then you open your mouth, letting drool fall from your tongue to his tip, covering it in each time faster kitten licks. His hips buck forward, making you laugh.

"Too big to fit into your mouth, baby? Huh? Never had a grown man's cock in your mouth? That's why you're teasing me like this?" He asks impatiently, and you look up at him.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You say, making him frown, his tip leaking on your hand.

He sighs when you take his tip inside your mouth, sucking softly around it, enjoying his soft feeling and his salty taste on your tongue. You take him in deeper, just enough for his tip to reach the middle of your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks, rolling your tongue around him while you suck him tightly, moving your lips and stroking him slowly, feeling his skin move along with your hand.

He pulls on your hair, sighing a "Fucking shit, baby." An amused smile across his face as he caress your hair, right where he was pulling at before. "Just gonna need a bit more if we want this to be fast." He says and you get it.

He needs to get back down, and you don't want anyone knocking on your door and interrupting the two of you.

You let go of him with a wet 'bop', smiling at his expression. You stroke him slowly around his tip as you lick a line from it all the way down to his base, and instead of coming back to his tip, you go even lower.

You lick around one of his balls, taking it in your mouth and sucking on it, rolling your tongue over it, almost munching it. Earning sighs and grunts from him.

"It's been a while since they got any attention, baby." He pants, his whole face contorted in a frown, his lips hanging slightly open and his chest raising and falling slowly and heavily.

"Such a waste, Mr York." You say, letting your mind wander around with the idea of living with him, being with him, being his. Pleasing him, helping him feel better after another stressful day at work. "I'd give them so much attention if they were mine." You moan.

"Fuck — Don't do this to me, baby." He begs in a whisper.

Because he's doing the same, and just thinking about seeing you everyday, having you do this to him everyday, makes him wanna cum right then. Just from imagining having you by his side. Just from imagining having you.

You go back to his tip, rolling your tongue around it and sucking on it harder. When you try to take it deeper, you realize your mouth's a bit too dry.

And you could just wet it more... but Dave's right above you.

"Can you help me? My mouth's not wet enough to swallow you." You say, and he pulses on your hand.

"What do you want me to do, peach?" He asks, caressing your hair, and you just smile at him. "Use your words, baby." He insists.

"Can you spit on it for me?" You ask, your voice sweet and low.

"Jesus." He pants, furrowing his brows before moving his jaw from side to side.

"Thank you." You say, licking your lips and taking him in as far as you can.

He spits on his length, right before your lips, and you go deeper, using his saliva as lube, never looking away from his face. When his tip hits the back of your throat he grunts, one of his hands pulling on your hair and the other holding the nape of your neck so you don't move.

"There you go, baby. Taking my cock so well." He pants, his eyes closed and his head turned towards the ceiling as his hands caress you.

You run your hands up his stomach and his chest, feeling how strong he is, how warm his skin feels, using him as leverage to go even deeper. You take him in until his tip slides down your throat, stopping only to swallow around his length, your throat squeezing him, making him smile.

"Shit —grunts— knew you'd be good at this, baby. Think you're ready for me?" He asks and you open your watery eyes, finding his. You nod, your cheeks moving up in a smile. "Good. Tap me twice and I'll stop, alright? As much as I would love to hear it, I don't need anyone hearing you gag on my cock." He says, and you moan in response, gripping on his thighs to support yourself.

Then he thrusts out of your throat, going back in and repeating a few times before going harder, pulling almost all the way before going back in, progressively intensifying his movements, eventually properly fucking your mouth.

"This mouth was —grunts— made for this, baby. Fucking — grunts — made for me." He pants, his pace violent and needy, all the desire he cultivated these past few weeks taking control over him, making him almost forget it's your mouth around this cock and not your pussy.

You tap his thigh twice and he immediately lets go of you, pulling out and taking a short step back. He stares down at you, pulling your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"Too much for you, doll? It didn't felt like it." He teases. Your throat was open and inviting, no sign of gaging or rejection from it.

"Just need to breath a little." You say, out of breath, firmly stroking him. He bends down and kisses your forehead.

"You're doing great, baby. Just a little more." He says, taking a step further, looking for your mouth. You open it with a small and breathy ah, and he pushes in until his tip goes down your throat. You grab his pants to steady yourself.

He starts gently, slowly applying force and speed to his thrusts, until he's fucking you again.

You moan, enjoying how firmly he's holding the sides of your head, how he's using your mouth, how overpowering and strong he is. How it's hard to keep yourself steady with the force of his thrusts, how nasty and wet the whole things sounds, your drool dripping down your chin.

You can't help but remember that first night, him standing in front of you, pulling your chin up and pouring scotch from his mouth into yours.

You whimper and tap him again, and he grunts frustrated, stopping instantly.

You love how he doesn't hesitate in stopping, even when he clearly doesn't want to. It makes you trust him; want to do anything he wants.

"You okay?" He pants. His tip, pink and painfully hard, dripping with himself and your drool. A string of saliva and precum still connecting him to your mouth.

"Just don't wanna make a mess on my dress." You say, pulling it down your shoulders, lowering it until your waist.

He grunts, frowning and cupping your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Then pushes your shoulders back, laying your back on the bed, keeping your knees on the floor while holding firmly below your armpits.

He sucks on your nipple, closing his eyes as he twirls his tongue around it, making you moan.

"Hmm, so soft, baby." He whispers looking into your eyes, getting up and rubbing his tip on your nipple, letting a small groan out.

You smile nervously at him, afraid of what he's gonna do. How much rougher he's gonna get with the new angle.

Not that you're planning on stopping him...

He takes a step closer to you, grabbing himself close to his base and guiding his tip to your mouth, his cock wobbling slightly with it's own weight.

"Open. Tongue out." He instructs, and you don't think twice before obeying. "You're a good girl when you want to, aren't you, babygirl?" He asks with an amused smile while carefully pulling your hair back, making you smile back at him.

The tenderness of his words and touch a stark contrast to the situation you're in.

He slaps his tip on your tongue a few times, his weight sinking your tongue on your teeth, the wet sound making you moan.

He stops, his tip hovering above your tongue.

"Lick it." He says, his voice low and stern.

You moan and support yourself on your elbows to reach him, rolling your tongue around his tip. He laughs at the effort you're making to reach him and lowers himself, letting you lie back in the bed, and you suck him into your mouth, moaning at his taste.

He pushes in and you massage his balls while he thrusts in and out of your throat, gently at first, then more roughly. The new angle allowing him to fuck your mouth like it is your pussy.

"Good, baby. Play with them for daddy, c'mon." He pants. "Gonna make me fucking cum like this."

You moan as he keeps going.

Feral, rough, desperate and needy even.

Al those texts, all those photos, all those calls and dirty promises fogging his mind, making him wanna savour this experience, finally having you.

After all he doesn't know when the next time's gonna be.

One thrust goes particularly hard and you gag around him, squeezing his cock. Instead of pulling out, though, he pushes even further. Supporting his elbows on the mattress besides your head, he almost lies on top of you, holding himself deep inside your throat, sinking your head on the mattress.

He grunts loudly, and you dig your nails on the back of his thighs. You don't get mad at him, though. Somehow you like it, you like how selfish he's being, how he doesn't even care to ask if you're okay.

You like to think he's had a tough day at work, he's stressed and worked up, and you are the one helping him through it, you are the one making him feel better.

"Fuck — grunts — gonna cum, baby. Do you want it in your mouth, huh? Wanna go downstairs and talk to people with a filthy mouth?" He asks and you nod, looking up at him, making him grunt with the vibrations when you do your best to say a desperate 'yes' with his cock buried inside your throat, as tears start to roll down your cheeks and you tug tighter on his thigh.

He gets up and pulls out, keeping just his tip inside your mouth, and you eagerly suck on it, rolling your tongue around it, stroking him deep and fast, twisting your fists, desperate for his release.

To finally have what he's been promising you this whole time.

"Fuck— Are you gonna spit, baby?" He asks and you frown, shaking your head. Of course you won't. "Good." He smiles. "Then don't swallow yet, I wanna see it."

He grunts and throbs in your hand before you feel the first rope covering your tongue. You moan and look into his eyes, rolling your tongue around his tip and massaging his balls. He tightens his grip on your hair.

"Shit — grunts — like that." He says quietly.

You keep working with all you've got, one hand on his balls, the other stroking him tight and steady, your lips tightly wrapped around his tip and your tongue twirling around it, gathering his cum.

His hushed grunts and moans and his hand pulling on your hair only encouraging you to keep going.

When he's finished he pulls his hips back, trying to pull out of your mouth, but you don't let him go, moving along and sucking him harder.

"Greedy fucking mouth." He laughs, caressing your hair and looking — you could swear almost adoringly — at you. "Fuck, baby." He pants when you loosen your grip around his tip. "Let me see it." He says, pulling your head back, and you open your mouth, rolling his cum on your tongue, playing with it. "Swallow." He says with a frown and you do, opening your mouth to show it to him. He smiles, his eyes alternating between your eyes and your mouth. "Good girl." He praises, and your feel your clit twitch.

He takes a step back and pulls you up, laying you on your bed, one hand besides your head and the other cupping your pussy, his face mere inches away from yours.

"You've made a mess on your underwear, poor baby." He mocks you, digging his finger on the wet spot in your panties. "Is this what you wanted to show me, pumpkin? How wet you get after not listening to me? After being such a brat?" He asks, pressing the fabric against your leaking core.

"Please, Mr. York." You beg, rolling your hips and pressing yourself against his hand.

"Oh, you think you deserve it, baby?" He asks, raising his brows and you nod, your brows furrowing when he takes his hand underneath your panties, making you whimper as his fingers go up and down your folds. He grunts and looks down when he feels just how wet you really are. "But what did I tell you about this dress? Huh?" He asks, and you tug on the shirt covering his arms.

"You — hmm — you told me to not wear — ah — it." You say, your words intertwined with moans as his movements become more intentional, teasing your entrance and circling your clit.

"And what did you do, pumpkin?" His voice breathy.

"I wore it." You admit, smiling widely, proud of your antics.

"And you still think you deserve to cum after it all?" He asks and you nod, furrowing your eyebrows, not able to look away from his eyes. "Why's that, pumpkin?" He goes faster.

Oh, fuck him.

"Because I need to." You say, your voice small and high as you feel your core burn with need.

"Well I had to finish work today with a painful hard on because of that photo you've sent me. And it was not the first time that's happened." He says, and you whimper. You know you're fucked. "So I think the least you can do to pay me back is ache for me until bedtime." He says with a smile. "What do you think, baby?"

"Hmm... Dave." You moan, frustrated, tightening your grip on his shirt, your orgasm starting to form.

"Nice talking to you, baby." He says with a smile, giving your lips a peck. Then he lies down on top of you, letting all of his weight go and kissing you, groaning when he tastes himself on your mouth. "Stinky." He says when he pulls away, removing his fingers from under your panties — making again a pathetic whine come out of your mouth — and pressing them against your lips, making you suck them, tasting yourself.

He pulls away and starts fixing your dress, pulling it back up. "Can't wait to talk to Carol." You say, and his eyes darken. He stops his movements and lifts you up abruptly, making you hold onto him.

"Gotta wash this filthy mouth of yours." He says, finishing your dress before looking around, pointing at a different door than the one he walked in by. "Is that a bathroom?"

"Uhum." You respond and he hurriedly pushes you towards it, his hand on your waist. You walk in and he lets go of you. "You're really gonna do it?" You laugh.

"Don't trust you." He says, quickly opening your cabinet and taking your toothbrush out. "Not that I think Carol remembers what I smell like... But I know you'd love to find out." He adds, putting toothpaste on it and running it under the water quickly.

"You know me so well." You say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He allows you, pulling your hair away from your face.

"Open." And you do, letting him brush the top and then bottom of your teeth. "Smile." And you do, scrunching your eyes as he brushes the front of your teeth. "Tongue." And you poke your tongue out. He brushes it, testing to see how far he could go, stoping when you furrow your brows, not wanting you to gag — again, anyways.

You feel almost gross when you realize he's so good at brushing someone else's teeth because he probably washes his daughters'. But thinking of him taking care of them makes you tighten your embrace.

Then he washes your toothbrush, putting it back in it's place and going behind you, touching his hips to yours. He pulls all your hair back and holds it in his left fist. He kisses below your ear and leans forward, pushing you on top of the sink so he can turn the faucet on, cupping his right hand underneath it and looking at your reflection on the mirror.

"Go on." And you bend lower, taking some water from his hand in your mouth, swishing it around, spitting it out on the sink as he dries his hand, his other hand still holding your hair. "Let me check." He says, pulling gently on your hair to turn your head and cupping your right cheek, kissing you, rolling his tongue around yours. "Better." He smiles.

"Thank you." You say and he lets go of your hair, turning your head back and fixing your hair back over your shoulders, kissing the top of your head before walking out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, baby. You did amazing." He says, already back in your bedroom.

"Gonna go downstairs." You say, following him as he walks towards your full body mirror. "Although I can't decide if you've gotten me so tired I'm starving or you've fed me enough I'm full... What do you think?" You ask, stopping behind him and fixing his collar while he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his pants, his face flushed and his lips red.

"You're disgusting." He says, staring at your reflection.

"And you love it." You smile at him. His own smile a testimony to just how much he loves it.

He turns around and kisses you again, a deep and needy kiss, like he's trying to take something out of you. Like he's trying to cling to this moment for as long as he can, to memorize what it feels like to be with you.

"So... Mr. York? Did I live up to the hype?" You ask when he pulls away, knowing he'll be confused by it.

"Did you what?" He asks, his whole face scrunching at your question, making you laugh.

"Was I as good as you thought? Was I worth all the wait?" You ask again, fixing his hair when he squeezes your waist.

"You're always so much better than I think pumpkin." He says, kissing you again, pulling on your hair, maneuvering your face to deepen the kiss.

You really are. He didn't even want to hire a tutor at first, but he knew you weren't going anywhere as soon as he landed eyes on you.

He grinds his hips on you and you moan, making him pull away abruptly. "Can't start this all over again, can we?" He asks with a smile, an — almost adorable — blush on his cheeks.

"Uh-huh. You need to go back." You say, biting his lower lip before letting him go, walking him to the door.

You open it, making sure no one's around before pushing him out. He goes into the bathroom on the dance hallway and you lock yourself back in your bedroom.

You throw yourself on your bed, staring at the fan that's hanging right in the middle of your ceiling.

You just had Dave exactly where you wanted him. And thinking about it makes you feel... Guilty.

Guilty and silly.

Guilty for choking on the dick of a married man.

Silly for believing he could maybe feel something for you.

Who guarantees he doesn't do the very same thing to every woman in his office, every woman he meets in his business trips?

You feel the same gut-wrenching things you felt the night before, having his "perfect husband" façade crumble before your eyes.

Him doing this to you made you feel special and nasty in ways you craved right after the first time you saw him, but imagining him doing this to other women...

It makes you feel bad for Carol. Makes you feel like telling her to go out and find herself a lover too.

Because if he can do it... So can she.

And if making a sexually frustrated husband cum felt so good... Maybe helping the wife wouldn't hurt.

It's staring to darken when you walk back downstairs.

"Hi, baby. You're feeling better?" Your mom asks when you stop by the table Carol and her are starting to clean to see if you can find some leftovers.

"Hey, mom." You greet her with a smile, grabbing a hotdog and a bun. "I am, yeah. Better." You say, your voice more destroyed than you expected.

"Oh, are you okay, sweetie? What happened to your voice?" Carol asks, concerned. She didn't know you weren't feeling well.

'Your husband's cock — literally and figuratively — fucked it, Ms. York.' You think to yourself as you assemble a monstrosity of a hotdog.

"Oh, I fell asleep. Was feeling a bit sick, so I went to my room and ended up sleeping. Now it's like this." You lie.

"Oh, darling." She says. "If you need to, please stay home tomorrow, I can help the girls study just fine." She rushes to say, and you laugh with the way she's talking to you the same way your mom does.

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna feel better by tomorrow, thank you, though." You say.

"Well, just call me in case you don't, it's fine." She reassures you.

"Thank you." You say before taking a bite of your hotdog. "Hm, let me help you." You say with you mouth full, taking half of the dishes she was gonna carry inside.

"Thank you, honey." She says, and you two walk inside. "Oh, that looks delicious!" She says when you take another bite of your hotdog. You offer her some, and she laughs it off.

You've never thought about Carol, you realize. She's always there, but for you it was always just Dave. With his big hands, wide shoulders, deep voice and overall overwhelming presence.

But now that you're thinking about her you notice her silky hair, her warm smile, her motherly personality, the way she's always been nothing but nice to you, the girls, Dave.

You think about what Dave said, that she probably doesn't remember what he tastes or smells like, and you wonder if he does. When was the last time he tried to do something for her? To make her feel like a woman, and not just a mother?

You're letting your mind wander, and you fear Dave's reading your thoughts when you look out the window.

Judging by his face...

I genuinely love this series so much, ugh. I love Dave and I really love the idea of having Carol entering the mix, but how easy is it gonna be to convince her? To not make her feel betrayed when she finds out about you two?

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Jealousy

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Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Natasha is yearning after Y/n and doesn't like it when a man makes an attempt to hit on the one she wants to call her own.

Word Count: 3025

Y/N’s POV:

No one was even sure why Tony was throwing a party this time, but all of the Avengers were grateful for an opportunity to relax and make the most of the free bar. In the last year that I’ve been a part of the Avengers I’ve lost count of the number of parties Tony has thrown on the fly. 

There was still an hour to go until the party started and I was still stood in my towel, fresh from the shower, staring at my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. I hung up the two options and decided to finish my makeup before making my choice.

Just as I was slipping on my dress, there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch and see that it’s already 7 o’clock. Opening the door, I see my best friend Wanda stood in a beautiful low cut green dress which fell just below her knee. “Wow, Vision is one lucky microwave” I joked causing Wanda to roll her eyes and hit my arm with her clutch purse. “Ha ha very funny Y/N. Need a hand there?” She responded motioning towards my failed attempt to zip up my dress.

I nodded and she wondered over, placing her purse on my desk, before reaching down to pull the zip up and clipping the top clasp. “Done, you’re looking gorgeous Y/N. Nat won’t be able to take her eyes off of you.” Wanda teased as she straightened out my dress for me and giving me a wink.

Wanda was the only one who knew how I felt about Nat. Every time I was around her, I became a stuttering mess, unable to form words. It felt like she would literally take my breath away. I can’t deny that the dress I picked was one I hoped would grab her attention.

“We better get going or Tony is going to be mad at us for being late.” I grabbed my bag slipping in my phone and closed my bedroom door whilst offering my arm out to Wanda. We walked down the corridor and into the elevator. “To the party if you will JARVIS.” I called out to the building AI. “Of course Miss L/N.”

I started to get bit nervous as I watched the floor numbers increase. “Breath Y/N, you look stunning and I know that Nat won’t be able to resist you. And if it all goes to pot, well I’m here for you and we’ll just get drunk together ok.” I squeezed Wanda’s hand in thanks and took a deep breath as the doors to the party opened.

Linking arms once again, Wanda and I descended the stairs to join our friends. As we walked down, I saw the teams heads turn towards us, both Bucky and Vision stood holding their hands out to help us down the last few steps. “You are both looking beautiful tonight.” Bucky said as he took my hand and nodded towards Wanda.

“Thanks Buck, you scrub up well yourself.” I replied scanning the room to find Natasha. As I gazed towards the bar our eyes met before Nat quickly turned away. Hmm, that’s strange. I decided to make my way to the bar, I’m going to need some alcohol in me if I’m going to be able to go through with speak with Nat tonight.

Nat’s POV:

I heard the elevator ding as the doors opened and as I looked up, I saw Wanda and Y/N exiting linked arm in arm. I stood stuck in my spot as I watched as Y/N glided down the stairs. Her red dress had a low cut showing off her cleavage, the material hugging her body in all her in all the right places accentuating her curves. My mouth has gone dry and I can’t tear my eyes away, my mind racing wishing it was me that was holding on to her arm.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her searching the room and that’s when our eyes met. I quickly turned away to hide the fact I had just gawped at her like a piece of meat. “Hey Nat, you look beautiful tonight” I looked around as I saw Y/N smiling at the bar taking a seat. “Thanks Y/N, you look amazing too. What can I get you?” I ask trying to keep my cool. I can’t believe the affect she has on me. When I’m around her, I struggle to think clearly and my whole focus ends up on the sweet woman.

“I’ll take a whiskey please.” I nod and slide over a glass noticing her down it before indicating for another. I chuckled as I filled the glass up again. This time she nursed it and struck up a conversation. I didn’t really hear what she was saying, I just watched smiling at her nodding along at the right points, I hope.

We’re suddenly interrupted by Steve who greets us both. “Ladies, I hope you’re enjoying the party. Nat I was wondering if I could have this dance?” He looked towards me and held out his hand. I looked towards Y/N and for a brief moment I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly as she smiled. “Watch out for her 2 left feet Steve.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and went to put away the whiskey bottle. “oh you can leave that with me Nat” She smirks reaching out to take the bottle from my hand.

Steve directs me over to the dance floor and places his hand on my waist and takes my left hand in his as we sway around the floor. I take glances every now and then over to the bar and watch as Y/N carries on drinking her whiskey. She’s joined every now and then from different members of the team and I get lost in her smile and my heart skips every time I hear her infectious laugh.

The next time I look over I see a man join her at the bar, someone I don’t recognise. As I carry on dancing with Steve, I watch their interaction intently. Her laugh again echoes through me. However, it doesn’t have the same effect this time. Her laugh is directed to the mysterious man sat opposite her. My jaw clenches as he reaches out and puts a fallen strand of hair behind Y/N ear. His hand then trailing down her arm, whilst his dark lust filled eyes bore a hole through her.

I struggle to keep my calm, I’m no longer moving to the music with Steve, which he notices looking over in her direction. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” He questions pulls me away from staring at her interaction with the man. I look towards Steve and he’s smiling giving me a gentle nudge in her direction.

Before I take a step forward, I notice the man place his hand on her knee, causing Y/N to pull back slightly. She gave off an awkward laugh as she pulled her dress down and turned her legs away. I could see that she was uncomfortable now, but the guy wasn’t taking the hint. Steve also noticed this and walked with me in her direction, his protective nature kicking in.

As we get closer, we can hear their conversation. “Oh come on, you don’t wear a dress like that to a party like this not wanting some fun.” I felt my blood boil. “I-uh sorry, I’m not looking for anything like that. I-I’m just going to leave.” Before she could stand up, he aggressively places his hand on to her thigh and takes her face in his hand. “You don’t walk away from me bitch.” In trying to get away from the man Y/N trips over the bar stool and lands with a thud on the floor.

“HEY, get your hands off of her.” Before I could even react, Steve had ran over and landed a punch square in the man’s face knocking him out. The music stops and everyone’s eyes turn towards the commotion. I run over to Y/N to help her off the floor.

“Y/N/N, are you ok?! No, don’t try and stand just take a moment you hit your head pretty hard.” Kneeling down beside her I help her to a sitting position. Bucky and Steve dragged the unconscious man out of the party whilst Tony and Wanda come running over. “Y/N are you ok? My God what happened?” Wanda said joining me on the floor the other side of Y/N. I filled her in on what happened as Tony paced slightly. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t even know who that man is. I promise next time I’ll make sure to vet the guest list.” I could see the guilt on his face, something Tony rarely has.

“Guys I’m fine. I don’t like making a scene, I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m just going to head back up to me room.” She stands up with Wanda and I gripping her arms making sure she’s ok. “I’ll take you back.” I offer. She smiles and I take her hand in mine. “Take care of her Nat.” Wanda says, her voice laced in concern. I nod in acknowledgement, and we leave the party towards her room.

There was an awkward silence as we rode the elevator. “I’m sorry for taking you away from the party Nat. You were having a nice time with Steve.” She says looking down at the floor. I grip her and again to gain her attention. “I don’t want to go back. I wasn’t enjoying myself when I saw that man with his hands on you. I just wish I had noticed you were uncomfortable earlier.” She lifts her head to make eye contact with me and went to speak as the elevator door opened.

We were still in silence as Y/N had opened her door. I entered and closed it behind me, deciding it was time to take the leap. “Y/N, are you ok?” She looks up at me and nods. “Yeah I’m fine. Not how I wanted the night to go. I shouldn’t have even engaged in conversation with him, but I just didn’t want to cause a problem. Turns out I did that anyway. Urgh I just hate how he thought he could touch me.”

I slowly walk towards her and turned her to face me. “You did nothing wrong. He was the creep. I could kill him just thinking about his hands on you.” We made eye contact and I looked down to her lips, noticing she had her bottom lip between her teeth. In the heat of the moment, I crashed my lips into hers. I pulled away “Shit, sorry, I-I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sor…” but before I could finish, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.

She had slowly backed me towards the door deepen the kiss at every opportunity. We pulled away to catch our breath and I rested my head on her hers. “I like you Y/N and I want you to be mine. I want it to only be me that touches you.” I breathe out rubbing my thumb across her cheek.

“Then I’m all yours Nat” She whispers as she pulls me in again, but this time unzips my dress leaving it to fall in a pool at my feet. I’m stood there in my matching black lace underwear. Her eyes have turned dark as she looks at me with such lust. She pulls me towards her bed and lays me down before straddling me. “You’re wearing too much” I say as she giggles trying to unzip her own dress. I slap her hands away sitting up, slowly pulling the zip down ensuring my knuckle grazes her back.

With her dress off I flip us over and start to kiss her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot causing Y/N to moan. A moan which sends tingles down my body pooling in my centre. I leave kisses over her neck and collarbone slowly making my way down. I reach her breasts and look up and her as she nods in consent. I reach behind her back and unclip her bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I sit back and admire her stunning body. “You’re beautiful Y/N” I state leaning in for a soft loving kiss.

As we kiss, I reach down and slowly massage her breasts. I once again start kissing down before latching on to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple whilst grabbing the left. Her body squirms underneath me as I switch sides giving the same attention. “Nat, please.” I look up loving the site I see. “Are you sure Y/N, we don’t have to go any further.” I pull back up to her eye level wanting to make sure she wants this. “Nat, I have wanted this for months. Please just fuck me already, if you don’t, I’ll do it myself.” I laugh placing kisses all over her face. “Now now, there’s no need for that. I’ve got you.” I smile, placing one last kiss on her lips before I make my way down her perfect body, leaving kisses down the valley between her breasts. I take my time as I reach her panties. I look up once more and she nods again.

I slowly pull her panties down as she lifts her hips so I can slide them off. I place a couple of kisses on her thighs as he hips buck. “Someone’s impatient.” I whisper before sliding a finger between her folds causing a moan to fall from her lips. I slowly rub my finger over her clit and watch the reaction my touch has on her body. “Oh, Nat” She moans. I slowly slip in a finger and gently thrust allowing her to get used to it. More moans falling from her lips. As I slip in a second finger I notice that she’s biting he lip trying to stop her moans come out. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” I say pulling her lip from between her teeth with my other hand. I kiss her again as I gradually get fast in my thrusts. “Oh God, yes Nat. Please, faster” Y/N moans, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants as I increase my speed to thrust in and out making sure to rub my thumb on her clit adding to her pleasure.

As I curl my fingers I hit her g-spot causing her to gasp “NAT! yes, I’m so close” I go faster curling my fingers at random. “Cum for me baby.” I whisper in her ear. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and with one last curl of my fingers, she releases on my fingers calling out my name. I let her rid out her high before carefully pulling out.

Her whole body is shaking as she tried to catch her breath. “That… was, wow” Y/N breathlessly says. I look into her eyes with pure love. “You look beautiful when you cum” I say causing her to chuckle. “All for you Nat.” She laughs. As I lie next to her, she props herself on her elbow looking at my body up and down. She trails her hand down from my neck to my breasts, still hidden in my bra. She slips her hand inside and grasps my breast causing my breath to hitch.

Before I know it, Y/N has straddled me and my bra is on the floor. She squeezes my bare breasts as we engage in a heated kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance which she wins. I let out a slight moan as her knee makes contact with my clit. She sits up and smirks as she leads kisses down my body hesitating at the waist band of my panties. “Can I touch you?” She asks, her innocent eyes locking in on mine. “Please do” I respond almost in desperation.

As she pulls down my underwear she licks across my clit. The feel causes me to buck my hips trying to gain more friction. I can feel her smirk against my clit. “Wow you’re so wet Nat.” She says as she rubs her finger between my folds. “All for you” I whisper as her tongue swirls in circles over my sensitive nub. I grab the sheets in my right hand, my knuckles turning white, as I latch my left in her hair pushing her closer to me centre allowing me to grind against her.

I feel a white heat flood through my body and a knot form in my stomach. “Ahhh, Y/N, fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum”. Before I can let go, she thrusts two fingers inside me curling straight away brushing against my g-spot causing me to let out a pornographic moan. The complete pleasure of her touch causes me to become undone over her face. She laps up all that I have released, and I whimper a little as she pulls her fingers out of me.

She leaves kisses up my stomach before pushing her lips into mine, I moan as I taste myself on her. I pull her into me as snuggles her head into my neck. “That was incredible Y/N. No one has ever made me feel like that.” I slowly rub my hand up and down her bare back, enjoying this calm moment between us. “Well I hope this isn’t a one time thing Nat. I like you, and I really want to be doing this again with you.” She laughs. “Lift her head up so she’s looking at me. “I like you too Y/N and if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.” A smile grows on her face and she looks down towards my lips. She plants a kiss on me, but this one is different, it’s tender and full of love. I pull up the bedsheet and cover our naked bodies as we cuddle up in each other’s arms.

[thvshusband]

bubba sawyer fluffy baby making sex with top sawyer? ><

hi anon! i made bubba a soft top, if that’s okay! i hope you like it :D

warnings: nsfw, breeding, impregnation. minors dni.

word count: 824

you’ve been married to your husband for three years. the two of you have always wanted a family, and you’re in the perfect financial situation for it due to getting a huge promotion. you decided today was the day that you and your husband will finally become parents.

you had come home from a long day at work and found your lovely husband in the kitchen, washing the dishes. you came up to them and hugged them from the back, startling them but then they happily babbled a “hi” at you.

“hi sweetie, how was your day?” you ask as bubba turns their body towards you, blushing. they babble a response back to you and plants kisses all over your face.

“i’m guessing you missed me a lot, huh?” you giggle.

“so, bubba, i’ve been thinking. maybe we should start a family now. i mean, we’ve been married for three years and we’re doing good financially. what do you say, hon?”

your husband nods and kisses you roughly, picking you up while doing so and goes up to your shared bedroom. bubba is way more excited to be a father than you originally thought, he was the happiest he had been since your wedding day.

when it came time to try conceiving, poor baby was so nervous but so happy. she was so anxious when she leaned in to kiss you again. when you return the kiss, she completely melts and becomes even more eager to get you out of your clothes. she takes off your shirt while kissing down your neck and your collarbones. while taking your bra off, you noticed she was shaking.

“you okay, bubs?” you ask, concerned about your lovely husband.

bubba nods to reassure you that they’re okay. they slowly kiss from the bottom of your boobs to the waist line of your dress pants. you slowly get impatient as you just want them to hurry up, but don’t say anything.

soon enough, your lovely husband unbuttons your pants and pulls them down, revealing his favorite pair of your pretty panties. he immediately gets flustered and blushes, babbling in awe. he pulls down your panties and slides them off of you before spreading your legs. he starts kissing up your inner thigh to your glistening pussy. when he reaches your sex, he glides his tongue in between your folds and starts sucking on your pretty pearl of a clit. you quietly moan due to the wonderful feeling your husband is giving you. as bubba eats you out, you grind your pussy onto his face, desperate for friction. you grab his hair and moan louder and louder as you got closer to cumming all over bubba’s face.

in a few minutes, you were close. “oh, fuck bubba,” you squeeze out between loud moans. your angelic sounds encourages bubba to keep the pace of her clit sucking and tongue fucking. she could tell you were almost there, and within a minute she had you cumming all over her tongue and face. your sweet tasting release riled bubba up even more.

they unbuckle their belt and take off their clothes. they put your legs on their shoulders and slide their lubed and thick cock into your pretty pussy. you sigh due to the feeling and bubba whines. they start thrusting in and out slowly, both of you moaning softly.

“fuck a baby into me, bubba,” you moan. this gets bubba even more riled up, the room filling with loud moans from the both of you and skin slapping. bubba moved faster at the thought of soon impregnating you. he got more and more needy thinking of you carrying his baby.

bubba began rubbing your clit, helping you get closer to finishing. bubba thrusts even faster, getting extremely close to their release, and you are too. you both start to get whiny and even louder, expressing your pleasure. she leans in and kisses you passionately as she moves faster, her thrusts sloppy due to her being on the verge of climaxing. she starts whispering sweet nothings into her ear (well more like well-meaning babbles), telling you how good you feel and how much she loves you.

“i’m gonna cum, bubba, im gonna cum,” you yell as you were on the verge of finishing, along with bubba. your exclamation was followed by bubba’s babbling, saying the same thing you were. both of you start to climax, they stop thrusting and whine as they release their cum into you, mixing with your cum. you’re both out of breath from this tiring escapade.

bubba pulls out of you after a few moments later. you lay there as he cleans himself up before you hop in the shower. after the both of you get cleaned up and dressed, the two of you spend the next couple hours.

a couple weeks later, you took another pregnancy test; it came back positive. you and your husband are finally parents.

[becausesomething]

Chapter 4 - The mission

warning: swearing, fight, kid declaration of feelings

Kid POV

My gaze is constantly on the door, Eriss should already be here but she still doesn't show any signs and on top of that I don't answer the snail communicator. I begin to notice movements between the bartender and one of the employees taking boxes to the basement behind the bar.

Well, if Eriss doesn't arrive, Wire will be in charge of stealing what's inside those boxes. Heat goes to the bar and creates a LITTLE mess, it's time! - they nod and get into position.

-Killer go outside and makes sure we won't have much trouble escaping.

-Yes captain! The white girl is going to miss out on the fun or maybe she was too entertained.

-You didn't get to the beating in a while, do you want to take more to see if you can gain my respect?! - I threaten him and give him a grunt, making him raise his hands and head towards the door.

I hear Killer laughing - Eish, shit is going to happen!

I see Eriss enter and soon all the eyes of the other people in the bar fall on her. When she dressed provocatively she automatically assumed a dominant attitude capable of breaking egos. My malicious smile soon turns into a mixture of anger and sadness that I couldn't contain, as soon as I see Law behind her with his hat covering his eyes but letting out a superior smile. I get up from the table, making it fly and go towards her.

-What the hell is this? What is the death surgeon doing next to you? And why are you only showing up now?Law gets in front of her, stopping me from continuing my angry speech.

- Eriss-ya bumped into me on the way and I decided to follow her. Kid, you shouldn't let your subordinate walk alone at night.

-She's a grown woman, she knows how to handle herself. You don't need a Dalmatian clown to accompany you.

Eriss uses the whip, breaking a chair and the sound echoes throughout the silent room.

-Calm down, redhead. It's like Trafalgar said, we met and he decided to accompany me. Don't tell me you're jealous? 

Then she approaches me and looks at me from top to bottom. That made me uncomfortable and I took a step back and away from her gaze.

Eriss POV

Thank you Law - I put my hand on his arm while I wink at him. With the other hand I grab Kid's arm, forcing him to sit back down in the corner where the overturned table was.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Law smile and leave. We had agreed to distort the truth and preserve what we had, in the end, we were pirates from different bands and I still had my mission to complete.

I hear the redhead mumble softly with his arms crossed and I just roll my eyes. I nod to Killer to go along with the plan. I discreetly remove the small needles from my bag attached to my belt and take advantage of the overturned table to place one of my legs on it to enhance my image.

KID I WANT SEX! - the people in the room lose their reaction and all look in my direction. I throw the needles and with my weaponry haki I manage to knock down most of them.

He gets up, grabbing me by the waist and whispers in my ear - you're a brilliant tigress! - and taking advantage of that momentum, he made me jump to the bar where Heat had already knocked over the bartender and the waiters and was going down to the basement.

Some people get up and start coming towards me. - I'll take care of them, I need to release energy. - rubs his hands together and begins to create an electromagnetic wave collecting metals and then repelling them against enemies. I had to admit that seeing him almost explode with anger and now fighting left me satisfied.

POV Narrator

Despite the tumultuous start, the robbery was a success. The entire crew was partying on deck as they drank and danced. Heat did his numbers by breathing fire from his mouth, Killer drank through a straw and when he got upset he would upset the Kid and within seconds they started a heated argument that ended in punches and then they hugged each other.

Eriss was sitting next to Wire, both with mugs in hand and in silence, enjoying that moment. She may not seem like it, but she had a special affection for Wire, he was the one who helped her train and awaken her hidden side.Killer approaches her and pulls her to come and celebrate, handing her another mug forcing her to drink it in one go. Kid starts to fuss and sends them an angry look, but soon starts to laugh as he remembers the scene that Eriss created and the joy it gave him to see her eyes shine. 

Fatigue and alcohol begin to take over her, leaving them begging and pouting for her to stay a little longer. He ignores them, but when she feels her legs being grabbed, she punches them both and goes to the bedroom and takes a shower to wake up and relax.

After drying himself with the towel, he leaves it on the bed and goes to the closet to look for something to wear, finding a loose t-shirt and starting to put it on. She was so distracted and relaxed after a day of emotions, she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone in the room.Kid was sitting in the armchair on the other side of the room, enjoying the view of her naked, shiny body.

-You make me too tempted, Tigress.

Eriss jumps in fright and only sees two eyes shining in the light of the full moon that comes through the window.

-I'm going to kill you redhead! - she approaches him and slaps him -What the fuck? What are you doing here? You left me alone and I'm too drunk, I need you to take care of me. - he pouts and tries to grab her legs but soon receives a kick in the shin.

She takes a deep sigh, goes back to the bathroom so she can at least put on her underwear in peace. In a minute she sees Kid closing his eyes and breathing heavily, his features no longer have that ominous look and become serene. His hair fell over her glasses, his pumped arms rested on the armchair. 

She even thought about asking Killer for help to take him to his room, but it would only give her more problems. She gently wakes him up and starts trying to get him to move to her bed.

-Kid, come on, help me a little, it's just a few steps to the bed.

Between grunts, he leans on her and notices the various hickeys she has on her body, leaving him with a strange impression on his stomach.

-Can you take off your shoes, at least to make yourself more comfortable? - he nods yes and starts to do it.

-Eriss, what is your relationship with Trafalgar? He's from another gang, we're enemies. What if one day he uses you as an advantage against us? -He doesn't know why he asked that question, but he felt light and vulnerable because he was drunk.

She runs her hand through his hair and helps him take off the black vest he was wearing.

-Our friendship will never interfere with the interests of the gang, don't worry, captain. He helped me when I needed it, taught me what I know about medicine and...And apparently he also continues to teach you anatomy. Why do you have so many marks? It's not a simple friendship - Kid interrupts her and leans back on the bed, letting out a puppy look.

-I never said anything to you when you also appear with marks on your chest or when I see you with other women. Mind your own business and leave mine. I have as much right to have my fun as anyone else in this bunch! Or are you going to tell me that this is jealousy and you like me?

He pulls her, making her sit on the bed next to her - yes, I don't like seeing you with others, you're my tigress - and hugs her.

Not knowing how to react, she lies in his arms, intoxicated by his soft metallic scent mixed with loot, trying to process what she had just heard. She feels a weight and sees that he has fallen asleep again. With effort she manages to lay him down and does the same next to her, but turning on her back.

Her thoughts raced, what had just happened? Had her captain just declared himself or was it just to provoke her and all the alcohol? And she because she felt her heart beating faster but also a despair growing inside her.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 16

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

As much as Delia would say that she had no interest in a relationship, she must admit that it is always nice to wake up in the arms of someone. The warmth she felt made her feel safe, made her feel needed, made her feel as if she belonged somewhere... wait what?

Turning over slightly she then realised the arms belonged to none other than Andy Biersack. As much as she wanted to hate him, she had to confess that he was extremely attractive. He looked so vulnerable and lovable when he was asleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathed, the tattoos that spread across his body beautifully decorating him, making him look like a work of art. Surely she was allowed to admire and take in this moment for a little bit, even if it meant nothing to either of them. Sadly, it did mean something to Delia, but she could not allow herself to confess that. The universe would also not allow that moment to happen as there was soon a knock at her door, which instantly woke Andy up and caused a swear of "shit" to fall from Delia's mouth as Andy's arms quickly pulled away from Delia's frame.

"One second." She shouts scrambling to find her clothes, this also results in Andy desperately trying to cover himself up as a reflex.

"Hey Delia, have you by any chance seen... Wait, is that one of Andy's shirts?" Lonny starts before the realisation hits him. He had come knocking to ask if Delia by any chance knew where Andy was as he was not in his room. Surely Andy and Delia hadn't, had they? They hated each other, or so he thought.

 "Erm..." Delia was frozen, what was she supposed to say? She then felt the presence of Andy standing behind her, a great way to make it more obvious. Bastard.

"Lonny, if you tell anyone about this, I swear to God." Andy spits slightly; he never meant to be mean to his friends and bandmates but he could never help it.

"Dude, chill, I won't." Lonny rushes putting his hands up in surrender. "So are you two secretly a thing or?" 

"Don't push it." Andy speaks in his harsh tone "It's simply a stupid mistake we made and it won't happen again." To say that statement did not hurt Delia would have been a lie, but she knew they couldn't keep doing this.

"Anyway, Lon, what is it you wanted?" Delia tries to break the awkward vibe that was filling the space; although this would never not be awkward. Lonny stood there now knowing the secret, she was wearing Andy's shirt and Andy was standing close behind her shirtless, his bottom half now fully dressed.

"Erm, well it's something that concerns both of you. You still haven't seen the message in the group chat?" Lonny asks timidly.

"What message?" Delia asks in return.

"Just an update about the show in Seattle that's happening in just under 3 weeks. That's all I've been told so far. We have a Zoom meeting with management in an hour. We're all getting together in Jake's room to use his computer" Lonny explains; he was still feeling awkward about this whole thing himself. How was he supposed to keep the secret of Delia and Andy?

"right, okay, we'll be there." Andy nods. "Remember Lonny, tell no one. Please."

"Of course, I won't." Lonny smiles slightly before walking back to his room allowing Delia to shut her hotel door.

"Well, that was awkward." Delia smiles feeling herself hold her breath slightly.

"Yeah." Andy sighs before looking at Delia "I should um, I should go." 

"Yeah, yeah. Um, do you want your shirt back?" Delia goes to peel off the shirt not caring that it would leave the top half of her body completely exposed, at this point Andy had already seen Delia's naked body twice, this was nothing to her.

"No, erm, keep it. It actually looks pretty good on you." Andy smirks slightly; so much for him wanting to end things between them and not have feelings for this girl.

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Delia could feel herself blushing, how embarrassing. Thankfully Andy had turned away at that point to grab his jacket to hide his bare chest. "Right well, see you in an hour I guess."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Andy nods not looking at her as he moves past her and out of her hotel door.

Yikes

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"Thank you all for coming at such short notice." management smiles through the camera. "As you all are probably aware, there have been a few disappearances happening in Seattle recently, as a result of this we have been in talks about the show to ensure everyone's safety; yours and that of the fans."

"I'm guessing you're cancelling the show in Seattle?" Andy asks- he was always nice and completely civil with management, he had to be, it was these people who gave him his job.

"No, we've decided not to. However, the Seattle show will have much tighter security. The police have identified that the killer is only targeting females. Therefore Shevy and Delia you two especially must stay with the band and security at all times." Management proceeds to tell the plan in more detail until being cut up slightly.

"Wait, how do they know it's a killer?" Lonny asks; did management know something that the band did not?

"Earlier on the police announced that they were now treating this as a murder investigation after finding a body belonging to one of the victims washed up at the Seattle ferry landing pier." Upon hearing this news, the whole group froze in shock. "But remember the safety of you and the fans remains our top priority so if the situation escalates we will cancel the show, but for now we believe it remains safe with added security.

"Right, thanks, boss." Jake speaks up, although still just as in shock as the rest of the band.

"Are there any questions or concerns that you wish to share with us before we end this meeting?" management asks; although no one had any, no one even had it in them to form any words. "If anything comes to mind or if you need any support with this news please do not hesitate to drop us an email and we will get back to you as soon as possible." 

With that, the call came to an end leaving everyone shellshocked and not sure what to say. Instead, they looked at one another to try and get a mental check-in of everyone.

"Woah, D, are you okay? You've gone really pale." Jinxx asks realising the sudden unwellness that was spread across Delia's face.

"I- I don't, I can't-" Delia stutters as she feels her head spin, it was all too similar to what happened a few years ago and now she was set to be going to Seattle. 

"Shit Delia." Andy curses as he suddenly finds himself jolting to catch Delia as she falls; he would say it was almost like slow motion. One minute Delia was standing next to him, the next he could see her eyes rolling back and her body falling to the ground. "Delia, can you hear me?"

"Quick, you need to lay her on her back and raise her legs slightly to help her come to." Shevy panics as she helps Andy cradle her tour best friend and get her carefully on the floor. "D, we're here honey, you're okay."

"Should I call 911? How long until we should worry?" Lonny panics pulling his phone out in preparation; the whole group had become very attached to their newcomer. It's true what they say, a tour can bring you extremely close to someone, even in such a short amount of time.

"Why am I on the floor?" Delia asks groggily as she starts to take in her surroundings.

"Oh Delia, you're okay honey." Shevy smiles slightly stroking the girl's hair "How are you feeling?" 

"So it wasn't a bad dream? They found a body in Seattle again?" Delia continues to ask questions, none of which the group wanted to answer right now as their main concern was making sure Delia was okay.

"D, have you eaten this morning?" Jake questions; surely that was the only logical reason for her fainting.

"No, I didn't get a chance to." Delia replies whilst sneaking a look up to Andy, his eyes staring directly at her in concern. 

"Delia, I think we need to get some food into you. I haven't eaten yet either so come on, my treat. You think you can get up?" Andy asks reaching his hands out for her to take.

"Delia, you sure you're okay?" Lonny asks whilst giving the two a knowing look; he wasn't just asking her if she was okay to stand, he was also trying to ask if she was okay going for food with Adny. He could not work out exactly what was going on between the two of them, but after finding out they had slept together he was both curious and worried about his lead singer and sound tech girl.

"I'll be fine Lon." Delia smiles slightly before accepting Andy's hands and allowing him to pull her up off the floor.

"Come on, I'm sure you'll feel better after some food. Maybe some caffeine too." Andy states.

With that, she and Andy both left the room leaving the rest of the group watching them. Two of the group now knew that something was going on, and three were left completely in the dark to speculate would could have been happening.

[verxn]

Nervous?

Description: y/n and Peter goes to homecoming together but they are both kinda nervous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Black fem reader

Note: this is like new to me lolz , I would be writing a lot of y/n or x reader stories because I just want the person who is reading this to feel like they’re in the story anyways much my to my sistas🫶🏾!!

y/s/n = your sister name 👍🏾

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You sighed looking at myself in the mirror over and over again “do I look bad…?” You mumbled to yourself while looking in the mirror

You wore a long beautiful navy blue dress that had a lace like material on the top half and the bottom half was all covered, with a beautiful design of blue flowers on the bottom of it.

It hugged all of your curves so well and it honestly made your milk chocolate skin pop out

You had on a long straight lace front that goes all the way down to your butt and your edges were laid (looking good gworl🤭)

You were contemplating on weather or not you look good but your older sister said you do so you went with it , you sat on your bed while putting on your high heels ‘pray for my feet’ you thought to yourself while slipping them on

To be honest you never would of thought that someone would have asked you out to homecoming, not that you saying you’re ugly, you’re just surprised because people are usually scared of you even though you really just be in your own world.

Walking down the stairs you see your older sister and her girlfriend sitting on the couch but when they saw you they gasps

“awwww look at my baby y/n!!!” Y/s/n said while running up to you and hugging you tightly. You laughed and hugged her back

“I’m not a baby anymore sis” you said while fixing your hair just before your date came

“Yeah you’re not a baby but you’ll always be mines” she said kissing you on the cheek “awww come on sis” you whined as she kept on kissing you cheek

Her girlfriend pulled her off of you “y/s/n let the poor girl breathe” vonnie said while holding y/s/n by the waist “vonnie she’s getting older….she can’t go she’s too young” she said while playing fainting

You and vonnie rolled y’all eyes as y/s/n antics and then heard the door bell rang

I don’t know what took over y/s/n but girl hauled ass like she was Usain Bolt “who is it?” She said while looking at the peep hole

On the other side of the door was Peter , he was looking around nervously and fixing his hair. As soon as he heard your sister yell he replied “uhm..it’s Peter…Peter Parker I’m here to pick up y/n for uhm homecoming?”

In the house y/s/n looked at you and said “why does it sound like that he’s trying to convince himself that he’s picking you up” you shrugged and replied “he’s probably nervous as much as I am”

You then walked up to the door and opened it and saw him standing there “h-hey” you waved awkwardly, meanwhile Peter was staring at you like you were a piece of meat “I- hey” he replied back while staring at you

“Um…ready to go?” You said while grabbing your purse and jacket , he nodded and you both left

“Ahh kids” y/s/n said while staring at the door “hon we did this last year…” vonnie said while staring at your sister

“Tsk be quiet and watch the movie” y/s/n grumbled

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[ghostselena]

rafe x fem!reader

the hawk tower scene and he’s there at the bottom because he followed the pouges and topper pushes you and you’re unconscious he’s a mess fights topper

really angsty and sad

Title: Goner

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: WELP yeah Idk what to tell you here, it ain't a fun one, we all know how the scene goes, minus the happy ending, but there is blood and well, a sad ending pls don’t hate me, 18+

a/n: you said to make it sad..😭 I tried here, I really did. Used lines from the show to freshen up the scenes. (Guys tbh with you, I don't know how JB survived that fall... if I'm being realistic here..) Thank you for 300+ followers!!

Excuse the shitty beginning I swear it gets better quickly, Enjoy!! [Slightly Edited]

You may not copy or post this as your own anywhere.

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It was the night during Midsummers, your friends had convinced you to leave together. You were running alongside Kiara, leaving a trail of sand behind you.

The both of you laughed, catching up with the rest of the boys, "Later, losers!" Jj yells as you ran to a very familiar place, the small fireplace you all loved to huddle around and tell stories.

John B had a plan, coming clean with the reason to bring you all together. He wanted to use Sarah to obtain information. Kie despised the plan, "Why don't I believe you?"

"I'm trying to make us filthy rich here." he defended, not seeing anything wrong with it.

"Do I look like the type of person, to fall for Sarah Cameron?" He added, raising his eyebrow down at her.

You were involved with Rafe on the low. His sister knew but she kept the promise to not tell on you. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, hating the way this was going down.

"Uh..." Jj mumbled as Pope added, "Do you want us to answer that, or-"

"You can't trust her." Kie sighed in frustration, staring at him—hoping to knock some sense into her friend's head.

"Her brother did hit me in the back, with a golf club." Pope looked up at him, pointing over at his now healing cut below his top lip.

"Rafe and Sarah are different human beings."

"That, they are." You spoke, nodding in agreement with JB, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire.

"Guys, it won't be that bad." You stood up, cleaning your dress from any sand that could've gotten on it. Your mom would kill you if you ruined the dress she helped you buy.

You were invited to Midsummers thanks to your mom having connections, but it was clear you didn't belong there. Your parent's followed you anywhere you went. They craved attention, you didn't.

Rafe had cornered you inside the bathroom, his eyes watching you like a hawk to catch you alone.

Your dress was breathtaking, you made sure of that. The kisses and touches that were shared inside that stall, will forever be engraved inside your mind.

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The strong thunder and lighting made you jump as you stood behind JB, deciding to follow along with him to make sure Sarah didn't try anything.

Persuaded by Kie you were, now standing there as they spoke. Your eyes looked down, shuddering at the height of the old tower.

"Did you tell your crew, you were here with me?" Sarah spoke, looking up with a small smile.

"Did you?"

"No. I will, though. I don't care." she stated, brushing back her hair as the wind picked up, making you pat down your dress as it kept rising up.

"Guys, please—I'm scared of heights... let's just get down." you nervously spoke, your foot shaking as you took deep breaths, not thinking this through

The weather was certainly not helping you stay calm. The only person who could wasn't here, at least you thought he wasn't.

He lurked behind the branches after following Topper in his truck. Finding it strange that his friend had left his house without saying a word.

He stayed down as he watched Topper walk up the tower slowly and quietly, keeping his noise to a minimum, hoping to catch onto every word.

"And I'm breaking up with Topper," Sarah spoke, turning to face you with a smile as she held your hand for support.

"Really?"

"What, you dont think that's a good idea?"

He stumbled around with his words nervously, redeeming himself quickly, agreeing with the idea being beyond great, happy she felt the same way.

A strong thunder made her latch onto JB, laughing it out together as you jumped nervously, shaking your head, "That's it, I'm leaving you two."

"We're gonna go down now, hold on." He assured you, turning back to press his lips against Sarah, his hands holding onto her hips.

You turned your head to look away, coming face to face with a drunk, pissed-off Topper.

Ah, shit.

"I knew it, Sarah. I knew you were lying to me." He let out, "You stupid, lying whore."

Your eyes widened in shock, putting your hands forwards to stop him from coming closer, "Watch your mouth."

"Tell her to back off, cause I'm not about to beat up a girl." Topper motioned at your frame, pushing you back slightly to get closer to JB.

"Walk, man. Go home. Go home." he pushed Top back, earning back a shove.

"Guys, stop!" you yell, trying to hold Topper back from doing anything, getting in front of him.

"Sarah, let's talk." He lets out, pointing over at her as she shakes her head, "No."

"She doesn't want to!" John B exclaims, getting in front of Sarah, leaving you near the rails.

"What did I tell you, man??" Top yells once more, launching himself to push JB, but he was too quick, his body moved away from the hands that had now pushed you back against the rails.

You screamed as you fell off the tower, becoming aware of the situation you were now in. It all happened too fast.

"Y/N!!" Rafe screamed, watching you hit the ground with a thud, your body going limp.

He ran to you quickly, getting down on his knees as he cried, not believing what he just witnessed.

A small pool of blood slowly surrounded your head, being swallowed by the grass beneath you.

You groan softly, losing focus as you tried to keep still, your lip quivering up at him, your eyes fluttering shut as he spoke, "Oh.. ohh, my god."

He looked down at you, pressing his hands to your cheeks softly, "Stay with me, please." His eyes were tearing up, a few teardrops falling onto your dress.

John B and Sarah had run down quickly, "Rafe?" she asked, tears in her eyes as she stared down at her brother in confusion.

"She's not responding, but she moved," He choked out, his hands now covered in your blood, "We- we have to call someone."

"I got it," JB grabbed his phone, dialing 911 as he stared at your unconscious body, knowing that would've been him if you hadn't been there.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, speaking on the phone with the emergency operator on the other line, giving them the address.

Topper stayed behind, hands shaking in despair. You weren't responding, he didn't mean to. He just wanted to talk it out with Sarah, why were you there? He sobbed to himself, gripping his hair—smacking his head repeatedly, "Fuck!"

That grabbed the attention of Rafe, who had yet to leave your side. He was scared leave you alone, his hands wrapped around yours, whispering words to get you to respond, but to no avail—you stayed there, feeling cold to the touch.

The rain had died down, the tower was too high up, and there was no way to survive the fall. You were fading away, the voices and cries out for you were getting quieter, it felt calm.

You were calm.

You took your last breath, a small tear falling down your eye as you did so.

Rafe noticed while his face was pressed against your stomach, slowly turning his head to face you, "y/n?"

"What- what's going on?" Sarah rushed over to his side, using two fingers and pressing them against your neck, hoping to find anything that showed her you were still there.

"She's okay, right?" he nods over at her, holding onto your hand, rubbing his thumb against your hand

The only person that knew about you and Rafe was Sarah. She'd never seen him this happy, calm even. You kept him sane, he felt at peace in your presence. A light that guided him down the right path, had dimmed away, leaving him all alone.

How could she tell him you were gone?

"Rafe.." her voice was shaky, taking a few deep breaths to keep herself together, "She's.. she's gone."

The words circled around his head, thinking of them as a joke. He let out a slight laugh— not believing her, "Sarah, that's not something to joke about."

His eyes looked down at you, his hand brushing the hair away from your face. You looked so peaceful, a sleeping beauty in his eyes.

How could Sarah play with him like this? You're right there. You haven't gone anywhere.

"She's right here, she's gonna be okay—I know she will." He insisted, shaking your body softly, "Wake up, pretty girl, let her know you're okay."

But you didn't move. Your chest had stopped rising, and the faint sound of the sirens was getting closer.

He shook your body once more, turning to John B who was holding Sarah tightly in his embrace, her face hidden away against his chest as she sobbed.

"Why are you just standing? come help me wake her up!" his heart was pounding, he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in his ears.

His hands were shaking as he stared down at you, slowly becoming aware that you were in fact, not coming back.

The lump in his throat had thickened, now on his feet— eyes burning into Topper's back.

He'd heard the news from Sarah, instantly turning away to swallow the guilt. He killed an innocent girl.

"You fucking killed her." He was now headed straight to him, pushing him forward and down to the floor.

Top caught himself with his hands, staying on his knees as he stared up at Rafe, "Look man, I swear I- she fell, the rail must've been rotten!"

Words were not enough to bring you back, with a blow to the jaw— Topper was under Rafe, accepting his beating.

The paramedics attended to your body, deeming you dead at the scene.

The other pogues had appeared, watching the medics put your body inside a body bag, closing it up.

Too lost to notice Topper laying unconsciously on the floor.

Rafe's hands were bloody, most of it was yours. He sat down, pressing his head against his knees, letting it all out as he cried, not wanting to see the ambulance drive away with your body inside.

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It was a night he'd never forget. The night a piece of him died along with you, his pretty girl.

But there was something that was quite wrong with his logic, even after months passing from the day you left him, the night he thought he remembered all too vividly, was completely wrong.

Sarah had explained it to him after 6 months.

He'd learned it was all part of his imagination, he couldn't comprehend it. He saw your body moving when you hit the ground, your eyes were on his. He saw you breathing.

How could he be wrong?

But the truth was, when you fell off the tower, the moment you had plowed into the ground, you were gone. Your head had hit the grass with a strong force— a few small rocks breaking through your skull. You had felt no pain, but he didn't know that.

He had imagined it all and it broke him, you were never conscious, it was all a lie. Tricked by his own mind in his state. He felt defeated.

He never got to say goodbye.

He never got to tell you he loved you.

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I honestly had to stop myself from making this sadder, the pain this boy has been through, and here I am, making it worse.

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Belong to You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Avenger! Reader (based on TFAWS)

Summary: When you are tasked with flirting with other men at Sharon’s party to get information about the Flag Smashers location, Bucky gets jealous and decides to remind you who you belong to. 

Warnings: Smut, 18+, cursing, alcohol, dirty talk

A/N: Wanted to switch it up and post my first smut piece. I suggest listening to “Belong to You” by Sabrina Claudio while reading. You won’t regret it. But, I hope you enjoy and as Sebastian Stan would say, goodnight and good luck!!

You stare in the mirror at the outfit Sharon lent you for the party. It was a major change from what you usually wear, which consisted of a t-shirt, leggings, and combat boots. Tonight though, you were looking at yourself in a tight, black dress that cut off mid-thigh and exposed both your entire chest and back. 

“You look great,” Sharon says. 

You try to tug the dress down a little more, but to no avail. “It’s a little short, don’t you think?”

Sharon looks at you confused. “No, not at all. You, my friend, are just used to your entire body being covered.” 

You sigh. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Tell me again why I have to be the one to flirt with the bidders tonight to get information?”

“Because they all know me and you’re the only other woman we have on this team. Unless, of course, you think we should throw Zemo in there.” 

You let out a chuckle. “No, I’m sure that would be drastic.” 

Sharon smirks. “Which is exactly why we need you. Now, c’mon, we have information to pry out of these filthy rich bidders.” Sharon grabs your arms and drags you out of the bedroom. 

“Now, when you say it like that, I don’t feel so bad” you say.

Sharon looks at you and winks. “Atta girl.”

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Sam is pulling on his shirt as Bucky walks into the room wearing a black suit jacket over a black shirt. 

“Well, what do we have here? I never thought I’d see the day where Bucky Barnes is wearing a suit jacket” Sam says. 

Bucky grimaces and tugs on the jacket’s sleeves. “Sharon made me wear it.” 

Sam comes up to Bucky and pats him on the back. “You’re looking good, tinman.” 

A snort comes from the other side of the room, where Zemo is walking towards them. “Neither of you know true fashion.” 

“And, you don’t know when to shut up,” Sam says. 

Before Zemo gets the chance to respond, the door opens and you walk in with Sharon. 

Your eyes immediately lock with Bucky’s and you notice his jaw clench. You can’t help but look him up and down. The tight suit jacket looks so good on him. When you make eye contact with him again, he sends you a smirk. He knows you were just checking him out. And, he is doing the same to you, shamelessly looking at your chest and down your legs. You decide to walk up and sit next to him. He instantly pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you. 

“I don’t like this plan,” he whispers into your ear. 

You turn in his lap to look at his face. “It’s just for a couple of hours. We need this information. We have no leads.”

Bucky grunts and turns his head to speak to Sharon. “Tell me again why it needs to be Y/N?”

Sharon rolls her eyes. “We’ve been over this countless times, Bucky. It’ll only be for a couple of hours. One of the bidders here has to have a lead on Karli and her crew. Just try to contain your jealous self until we get the information we need. ” 

Zemo speaks up, “She is right. Y/N is our only option right now.” 

Bucky shoots Zemo a glare. 

“Like I said before, he doesn’t know when to shut up,'' Sam says. 

Sharon looks at you. “You ready?” 

You feel Bucky's arms tighten around you and give him a quick glance before looking back at Sharon. “Let’s do this.”

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You throw back another shot as the man next to you leans in close.

“Let’s dance, sweetheart,” he says in your ear. 

You instantly shudder out of disgust, but turn around to grab his hand and lead him to the dance floor anyway. The man turns you around, so you’re grinding. You close your eyes and let out a long breath. When you reopen them, you see Bucky standing against the wall across the room, staring at you. 

“I’m sorry,” you mouth to him. 

He continues to just stare at you, as he pulls his beer up to his lips and takes a long swig. 

The man behind you pulls you out of your thoughts. “Glad to have your pretty face here with me tonight. Something to keep the funeral out of my mind.”

Your interest piques and you turn your head to look at him. “What funeral?” you ask. 

He lets out a sigh. “Mama Donya. Poor thing just passed away a few days ago. It’s tragic. She was such a kind soul.” 

You fake astonishment. “Mama Donya? The Mama Donya? That’s horrible! Where is the funeral taking place? I have to go and pay my respects.” 

“In the old building on Norfolk,” he responds. “Maybe we can go together.” His grip on your waist tightens. 

Now having the information you needed, you decide to find a way out of dancing with this stranger. “I’m feeling really tired all of a sudden. It must be those shots I took earlier. I’m going to find a place to sit down.” 

The man grabs your arm. “I’ll go with you.”

Before you can respond, you feel metal touching the skin at the bottom of your back. 

“She’s coming with me,” Bucky says, standing behind you. 

The man looks at Bucky angrily. “The hell she is. She’s mine, man, back off.” 

Bucky’s metal arm is around the man’s throat in seconds. “Get away from her now, before you regret it.”

The man immediately looks at you and scoffs, before walking away. 

You turn to look at Bucky. “I had that handled.”

He looks back at you. “I know, but I was tired of watching men put their hands all over you.” 

Bucky grabs your hand and starts pulling you off the dance floor, away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?” you ask. 

He doesn’t answer. 

You roll your eyes. “You’ll be pleased to know I got the information.”

“I know,” he replies. 

“How did you know?” you ask. 

He points at his ear. Ah, super soldier hearing. 

After a few seconds of walking, you reach a door. Bucky pushes it open and pulls you inside. As soon as you get through the door, you’re pushed up against it, with Bucky right in front of you. 

“I think you need a little reminder,” he says, voice lower than before. 

You look at him confused. “A reminder of what?” you ask. 

His metal hand grabs your throat and he looks deep into your eyes. “Who you fucking belong to.” 

You gasp and his mouth is on yours in an instant. You moan into his mouth and he shoves his tongue inside, fighting yours for dominance. The metal hand on your throat runs down to your hip, pushing you further into the door. He pushes his knee in between your legs to separate them. 

“Bucky,” you moan, as he slides his hand in your pants and runs his finger over your clit. 

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks. His eyes are staring deep into yours, waiting for an answer. 

“Yours” you manage to breathe out. “Always yours.” 

He slips a finger inside of you. “And, don’t you fucking forget it.” 

You throw your head back and moan loudly. “Don’t stop, please” you beg. 

“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it, doll. Going to make you scream so loud, everyone is going to hear you.”

Bucky pulls his hand out of your pants and you whimper. Before you can start to beg again though, he pulls off your shirt and attaches his mouth to your left nipple. 

“You’re wearing too much” you say. 

Bucky looks up at you and steps back to pull off his shirt and pants, then immediately goes back to sucking on your breasts. 

You move your hands to his chest, running them down to the top of his pants, before you tug his zipper down. 

“Bucky, I need you inside of me. Please.”

Bucky stops his assault on your chest to look up at you. “Your wish is my command, doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” 

He yanks his boxers down, while you pull your own pants and underwear down impatiently. 

He grabs you and picks you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist as he slams you into the door. He’s inside of you in seconds, and you scream from the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Fuck, doll” he grunts out. “You’re so fucking tight. Feel so good wrapped around me.” 

He buries his face into your neck and picks up his pace, slamming into you repeatedly. 

“I’m not going to last long, Buck.”

Bucky moves his head to look at you. “Good. I want you to cum all over me.” 

He slams his mouth onto yours and you moan into him. He runs his metal hand down to rub your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me, baby.” 

With the feeling of his fingers on your clit and him thrusting into you, you tighten around him and let go. Bucky reaches his orgasm right after you, spilling inside of you. 

Panting heavily, Bucky leans in to give you one more kiss on the lips before pulling out and helping you stand up. 

He hands you your clothes and stares at you as he gets dressed. 

“What?” you ask. 

He shakes his head and smiles. “I just love you, that’s all.” 

You smile back at him. “I love you too.” 

Before you can say anything else, there’s a sudden knock on the door. 

“If you two are done fucking now, hurry up and get dressed so we can leave,” yells Sam on the other side of the door. 

You walk up to Bucky and grab his shirt collar. “That’s our cue, lover boy.” 

He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. “After you, doll.”

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Pancakes for Dinner - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have dated Bucky for a couple of years and Bucky is ready to pop the question. But does everything go according to plan?

18+

Word Count: 4,285

Warnings: Fluff, a hint of anxiety, car sex, biting, cream pie, Smut

Author's Note: This was supposed to be fluffy but hey I'm glad it took the turn it did.

Nude Lipstick? Check.

Cute Heals? Already wearing them.

Wearing a dress that hugged your curves perfectly? Yes.

When you and Bucky got together, he promised you that he would take you out on a date at least once a month. It didn’t matter if you were both tired. He always wanted to take you out.

This time it was a bit different. Bucky was taking you to somewhere fancy. When you would ask him about the restaurant, he would simply try to ignore the question.

You were finishing up getting ready when Bucky was leaning on the doorframe staring at how beautiful you looked. He loved seeing you wearing your pajamas with ketchup stains, but whenever you would get ready, his mind would go wild. He had a smile on his face as his eyes were roaming all over your body. You were wearing a beautiful long black velvet dress that was a deep cut on the chest area. Bucky always thought that he was lucky to have you by his side. He was always grateful that you were.

Ring…. Ring…Ring…

Bucky’s phone started to ring. “I’ll be back, Doll. Steve is calling me.”

He goes to the bathroom downstairs and locks himself in it. He wanted to make sure that you were unable to hear his conversation with Steve. Luckily, you were playing music as you were getting ready.

“Buck, are you ready to do this?”

“Yes, I’m ready to ask her” he pauses as he places his hands on his pockets, holding an item. “I have everything planned out. She is going to love it” a small chuckle escapes his mouth as he starts pacing back and forth. “I’m a bit nervous about doing this.”

Steve takes a big breath, loud enough that Bucky was able to hear it through the phone. “There is nothing to be nervous about, Buck. You love her. Just remember all those things that you have told me, that you can’t wait to build a family with her, that you wouldn’t trade anything in this world for her”

Bucky started to breathe heavily as his steps were getting heavier. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wasn’t sure If you wanted to do the same. The thought that your answer was going to be no, scared him.

He completely ignored everything that Steve was telling him. It’s white noise to him. He takes a couple of deep breaths. “I can do this. I have to go, Steve thanks for the pep talk. I’ll let you know when we leave so you and the rest can come to the house.”

Turning on the faucet, he throws cold water towards his face. “you got this, you can do it,” he whispered to himself.

Whenever you would get ready, Bucky would usually stay and watch you. He would compliment you and tell you sweet things to boost up your confidence. He didn’t care if he got a call. He would stay and let you listen in. So, it was odd that he left to talk to Steve about something.

Walking down the stairs, you notice that Bucky was at the bottom with his hand on the railing. Bucky’s eyes were digesting as he looked at you from head to toe. He was speechless. His eyes were sparkly, his mouth was hanging open slightly as he took in your appearance. To him, you were walking in slow motion. You looked so beautiful, he didn’t want to forget this moment.

Once you were at the last few steps of the staircase, Bucky extends his hand towards you. Without a second thought, you place your hand on his hand. “You look so beautiful, Doll.” He had a smile on his face.

Bucky was wearing a tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath, the two first buttons were unbuttoned, and his hair slicked back. Fuck, he looked good. “Babe, are you sure we can’t just stay in tonight and order pizza?” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face.

“We have to go. The reservation is at 8pm” Bucky rolls his eyes as he gives a brief chuckle. He gets near you and places his metal hand on your waist meanwhile his other hand goes behind your head. He wanted to look at you up close. He wanted to see every little detail on your face. He mainly wanted to admire what was his. “Wait here. I have something to give you before we head out” He leans in to give you a forehead kiss.

Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab your gift. Your mind wonders what he could be talking to Steve about. Before your thoughts could continue, on the corner of your eye, you can see Bucky walking towards you with roses and a sunflower bouquet. Those were your favorite combination of flowers. “Bucky, you didn’t have too” your eyes start to water. You were so grateful to have him in your life.

Placing the bouquet on your arms, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. This is the first time we ever go out to a fancy place, and I want you to remember this” You get on your toes to give Bucky a kiss on his lips before you both head out.

Bucky held on the side of your dress. He didn’t want the tail of the dress to get dirty. When he opened the car door for you, he helped you by lifting the dress, making sure that it didn’t get trapped on the door.

Hungry eyes

One look at you and I can't disguise

On your drive to the restaurant, you shared laughs with stupid jokes you both would make. Every time your favorite song played, you and Bucky would sing your hearts out. You would dance. Meanwhile, Bucky would try to as he was driving.

A couple of minutes later, you were sitting across from Bucky at a very fancy restaurant. It was well decorated, and the ceilings were very tall with so many beautiful chandeliers. The place was dimly lit with a lot of candles.

You watched him look over the menu, and your mind wandered away from the food. You started to wonder when he had time to plan all of this and what was Steve’s call about. He was always with you, and if he wasn’t with you, he was with Steve and Sam. Your eyes were roaming all over him, from his steel-blue eyes to his metal hand. It brought you joy that he finally felt comfortable showing his metal arm in public.

“What is that beautiful mind thinking about?” Bucky asked you, breaking your inner monologue. Most of the time, he can tell what was going on in your mind. But due to him being nervous about what he is going to do later tonight, he couldn’t figure out what was going through your head.

Looking back down to the menu, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just wondering what I should get to eat.” You shrugged. With your index finger, you randomly pointed to something on it “hmm, chicken parmesan sounds good.”

Bucky shakes his head, and a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Ever since the day that I met you, you have never been a good liar,” he winks at you as he takes a drink from his cup of wine. “especially when it comes to lying to me.”

You take a big breath as you sighed “I’m just grateful” you didn’t want to throw any clues that you were suspicious of him. “that you are in my life, Buck.”

Bucky nodded, indicating that he felt the same way towards you. “I am too, doll. I have a feeling that you are a bit confused about why I brought you here. I just thought that it was time for us to go to a real fancy place” He looks up at you with wide eyes and places his hand on top of yours.

He was always thoughtful about the locations he took you. He always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that you would enjoy being there. “It’s perfect, honey” you turn your hand so you can hold his hand.

He takes a big breath as he relieved his tense shoulders when he heard that you loved being here. “I should have brought you here sooner.”

“yes, you should of,” you said in a teasing voice.

Bucky sets down the menu and stares at you. “Mmm… you should be careful with that teasing,” He prompted you, leaning in towards you from across the table.

You grinned mischievously and leaned in as well, so you were closer to him “or what am I going to get punished later if I continue?” you asked in a low voice.

He had the same look you did as he nodded.

You gently bit your lower lip “oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you said slowly and seductively.

Placing his metal hand on your cheek, “Yeah, let’s see about that,” slowly moving it towards your neck, gently wrapping his metal fingers around it. He winked at you.

You both leaned back as the waiter came back to take your orders.

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Throughout dinner with Bucky, there were shared laughs between the two of you. He would tell you stories about how he and Steve were as kids. How he was tall meanwhile, Steve was short that would always put newspapers on the insides of his shoes to seem taller. You always loved hearing his stories.

"Bucky, I love you" you placed your hand on top of his.

Bucky always had a surprised look on his face whenever he heard you say 'I love you' to him. He never thought that at some point, he would hear those words from another person. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears. "I love you too. I-"

His phone started to ring. It was Steve again. Bucky takes a big breath. "I'll be right back, baby."

Bucky got up as fast as he could. He was heading to the restroom. Watching him walk away in such a hurry made you more suspicious of what he could be doing. You started to overthink about the things that he could be doing. He never acted like this. Your first instinct was to text Wanda and let her know about concerns

8:37 pm Wanda, Bucky has been acting a bit weird all day.

Minutes pass by, Wanda hasn't responded, and Bucky was still on the call with Steve.

8:54 pm Sorry, love, my phone has been acting up. Why do you think he is acting weird?

This was odd. Usually, Wanda would respond to your messages rapidly, but this time it took her time. Why was everyone acting weird?

Bucky was walking back and forth in the restroom. He was lucky that the restroom was only one stall. If not, people would think that he was going crazy. "Steve, is everything ready?" he started to heavily breathe at the thought that things might have to be moved to tomorrow. "Please, just tell me."

“Everything is just fine, give us- Peter, stop throwing rose petals everywhere and just place them on a line on the staircase- yes, Bucky, everything is fine” Steve wanted to sound confident, but everything wasn’t okay. He didn’t want Bucky to panic even more.

Wanda rushed to get Steve’s phone out of his hands. “Bucky, she is suspicious that something might be going on” there was a bit of silence. “Go out there and tell her nothing is going on.”

The fact that you were suspicious of the actions that he was doing threw him off his balance. Bucky’s mind went blank unsure what he needed to do next. He froze into place.

Meanwhile, Bucky was spaced out. Steve was on speaker.

“Peter and Sam put down the fucking rose petals. Stop making a mess. Please, you two can tackle or attack each other later.”

“Bucky, are you still there?”

“See what you guys did. Bucky froze, and he is probably panicking” Steve sounded annoyed with what was going on.

“Cyborg, do you need me to Amazon Prime you a charger for that brain of yours to compute again” Sam yelled loud enough Bucky was able to hear him.

“Can you all just shut up? I should have brought the girls instead of you three bird brains” Wanda sounded frustrated and just wanted the decorating done.

“excuse me, I am-“

Bucky hung up the phone. He couldn’t handle hearing them argue anymore. He needed to calm down before heading back to you. He takes out the box that he had been holding on to for months. He didn’t want to open it. He was just looking at it.

You were scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, any social media platform to distract your brain as you were waiting for Bucky to come back.

“Hey, let’s get out of here” he grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. He placed money on the table to pay for both meals and tip the waiter.

You both were speed walking towards the entrance. Every 5 seconds, he would look back at you to see your reaction. You were looking at the ceiling at how beautiful it was. Every chandelier was different. None of them were the same.

“So, where are we going now?” you tilted your head as you gave him a brief smile. With what has been happening all day, nothing can’t surprise you anymore.

“We aren’t going anywhere. We are going for a drive around town.”

As Bucky was driving, you would occasionally lay your head on his shoulder. It was a quiet ride. Every time there would be a red light, he would gently tilt your head towards his direction so he can give you a kiss on the lips.

Looking through the car window’s you notice that Bucky was driving further away from the city. You wondered why, but you didn’t want to ask him questions. You knew that whatever place he was going to take you, it was going to be meaningful.

Turning around to see how far away you both were, you weren’t able to notice the city anymore. There was an occasional light through the drive but not often. Bucky pulls over to a random empty parking lot. He leans in forwards and takes off his jacket, wrapping you around it, so you weren’t cold.

Bucky presses the button to open the sunroof and turns off the car. You started to recline your seat, so you have a better view of the sky. Bucky did the same. He lifts up with his arm so you can lay your head on his chest.

Staring at the night sky. You weren’t able to see nor count the stars due to light pollution. But it didn’t matter to you. All you cared about was spending time with Bucky.

Placing your hand on one of the jacket’s pockets, you felt a rectangular-shaped box. “aha, I found what you have been hi-“ you take the box out of the pocket. Bucky widens his eyes, thinking that you have taken out that one specific box. “oh, it’s just your phone” there was a sound of disappointment in your voice.

“You think I’m hiding something don’t you” he laughs a little.

“You’ve been acting all weird today. Of course, I think you are hiding something” you push your lower lip forward and knit your eyebrows together. You wanted to see if making that face would make Bucky talk.

Bucky places his left hand on your chin tilting your head upwards, so you can see him more clearly. He gently takes a bite of your lip and pulls it towards his direction, closing your lips and his lips together. He pulls away for a moment. “I’m not hiding anything, Doll. I promise.” Slamming his lips back to yours, not giving you a chance to respond back. He slips his tongue into your mouth in a demanding way.

He takes your hair and moves it behind your shoulders. Moving his lips to your cheeks down to your neck. He tilts your head slightly, having full access to your neck as he continues to nibble on it. “Let’s go to the backseat, Bunny,” he whispers into your ear seductively.

You have always liked Bucky’s car, since the backseats had a ton of room. He was quick to help you move to the back seats, and he followed you. The moment you both were in the backseats, his lips were pressed against yours. Meanwhile, his hands were working on the zipper at the back of your dress. The hastiness making it clear that he wanted it off of you as soon as possible.

As soon as the straps were falling off your shoulders, Bucky cups your breast massaging them. You sneak your hands to unbutton his shirt. You started to move your lips towards his neck and grab his shirt pressing your lips against it, leaving lipstick all over the shirt's collar. You gave him a smirk as your hands traveled down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and zipper. Earning a gasp from him when your hand slightly rubbed against his hard length.

Bucky notices that you were struggling, so he moves his hand from your breast to push his pants and underwear lower. He places his hands underneath your dress, pulling it downward, exposing your breasts and your torso to him. Cupping his hands on your ass and massaging them. You took your arms around his neck as you climbed to sit on his lap. "All night, I've been craving to do this to you, Bunny" Bucky smirks as he sneaks his fingers down to your heat, pushing your panties aside. He rubs his fingers against your lips, circling them around your clit a few times before gently taking two of his fingers into you.

You leaned in forwards, placing your lips against Bucky's shoulder, biting his skin as you moaned, trying to be quiet. "fuck, Bucky."

Thrusting his fingers inside of you, he smirked to himself, knowing that he can make you into such a needy mess. He nibbled your earlobe as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and proceeds to lick them as he stares deep into your eyes.

You stroke his cock a couple of times before moving it to your entrance. You let it go in slowly, letting out a quiet moan as you did. You rolled your hips and bounced on his lap in a matter of seconds.

Bucky groaned, his hands moved to your hips, digging his fingers on your skin. Occasionally he would move your hips to control your movements. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around his cock and hear your voice moan and occasionally whimper.

When you released a very loud moan, he had known that he had just hit your spot. Causing him to press his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you tried to control how loud you were being. Bucky swifts your body so that you were now lying down. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust inside of you.

You could hardly stay quiet. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Moving his metal thumb playing with your clit. Breaking the kiss, Bucky places his other hand on your mouth, attempting you to be quiet. "Bunny, are you close?" he grunted into your ear. You nodded rapidly as you threw your head backward. "okay, wait for me. I want to cum at the same time as you do." he mumbled against your collarbone. He started to thrust into you sharply, and his fingers this circling against your clit. You moaned loudly against his shoulder, your legs tightening around his waist and your walls clenching down around his cock. Causing you to bit down on your lower lip as you got closer to your climax. With every thrust that he went in deeper, hitting your spot. After a couple more thrusts, you both reach your climax at the same time.

You both knitted your eyebrows as you both moaned together. You two had to catch your breaths and come down from your high. Bucky pulled out of you and immediately went over to grab the tissues to help you clean yourself.

The window of the car was fogged up, and your makeup was running down your face. “Look at my messy bunny” Bucky takes a tissue and tries to help you clean up your makeup.

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Driving home, Bucky completely forgot about the surprise he had for you.

Walking into your house, you see a trail of rose petals from the entrance to the staircase. "Bucky?" you had a confused look on your face.

"Let's go upstairs and take a bath" he forms a smile on his face.

Heading to the bedroom, the trial of roses continued. You simply ignored it but deep down, it made you happy that Bucky planned this when we got home. You grab your pj's and his. Meanwhile, Bucky was preparing a bath. You stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wow, you were such a mess.

Bucky was lighting up the candles that were in the bathroom and placing them around. When preparing the bath, he makes sure it's at the temperature you like and filled with bubbles. He places the box next to the bathtub making sure that he could reach it when he needed to get it.

As you were heading to the bathroom, that same trail of roses lead to it. Opening the bathroom door, you notice the path ended. You see Bucky surrounded with lit candles and with the scent of roses. You walk up to Bucky, getting on your toes to give him a brief kiss on the lips "was this something you were trying to hide all day?" he nods in agreement "ha, I knew it" you lean on to give him a kiss on his cheek "I love it Bucky."

"I knew you would, Doll. Now turn around. I want to help you put up your hair," turning around, agreeing on letting him put your hair in a ponytail or in a bun. He was always so gentle he didn't want to hurt you, not tug your hair too hard whenever he would do that.

You start to undress, and Bucky does the same. He lowers his body into the bathtub. He takes your hand, helping you lower your body onto the tub.

He wraps his arms around you as you lean onto him. He nibbles on your ear and kisses the back of your head.

You grab a handful of bubbles and try to throw them in his direction. "Hey, you got bubbles on my eye," he complained as he grabs a couple of bubbles and rubs them on your face. You both were uncontrollably laughing.

"Doll, we should play a game" he gently pushes you forwards, exposing your back to him. "You need to guess what I'm trying to say, okay."

You give him a brief nod agreeing that you wanted to play with him.

Bucky takes a big breath as he knows that he is about to ask you, and no matter what your answer was going to be, there is no turning back.

With the fingertips from his right hand, he starts to spell out 'Marry Me.'

"wait, wait, Bucky, spell it again. I'm not sure what that word is"

Once again, he spells out 'Marry Me' against your skin.

You were still unsure of what it was, you shifting your body now being able to face him. "I know this is cheating, but I have to know what you spelled out" you chuckled a little.

"yes, that is cheating, doll" he takes a big breath as a big smile on his face forms. "Will you Marry Me?"

You froze into place, trying to process what he just said. "Do you mean that?" your eyebrows rose, and you had a smile on your face.

"Of course, I mean it" he takes a big gulp before saying anything else, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make pancakes at 2 in the morning with you. I- I just want you."

"I-"you lean in forwarding, closing in the gap between you and him. Wrapping your arms around him, you stare at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. You get on top of him, sitting on his lap.

He places his hands around your waist. He was searching all over your face for any hints of you saying yes or no. "so is this is a yes?" his voice got small and a bit shaky.

Leaning in forward to give him a brief kiss, "yes, Bucky. I do want to marry you."

Bucky sighs in relief "you have no idea how relieved I am now" he chucked a little bit.

Placing your hand on his cheek, "you have no idea how happy I am, and I can't wait to have little munchkins with you," you scrunched your nose as you smiled.

He grabs the box that he placed outside of the tub and opens it revealing a stunning heart-shaped diamond with a silver band. Bucky grabs your hand, placing the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand. "I can't wait either, Mrs. Barnes."

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you write a Sofia Falcone x male reader, where Sofia and the reader are enemies and have always had sexual tension between them, they don’t realize it (oh and the reader is a detective) and the reader goes to find her and she takes his gun away so then they start fighting and he ends up pinning her arms above her head. They end up having a make out session followed by rough sex where they fight for dominance

"Detective Y/L/N, what a pleasant surprise," Sofia says opening her door to find you standing on her porch. 

"Miss Falcone, you mind if I take a look around, I have a warrant because we got a tip you might be keeping some unregistered firearms in your home," you say holding up a piece of paper signed by a judge letting you search her home. 

"Let me guess, it was Oswald who gave you this inside tip," she smiles coyly. 

"You know I can't tell you that," you respond, sticking the paper in your coat pocket. 

"So it is Oswald, how lovely, come on in but I warn you, you aren't going to find anything," she says stepping aside and letting you in. 

You take a look around, tapping on a few fixtures and walls checking for hollow hiding spaces. 

Sofia is brilliant, she wouldn't leave anything illegal just laying around, she'd hide it where no one could find it.

Sofia is wearing a tight dress that shows off every curve and you are trying your best not to stare at her beauty. 

"Find anything interesting?" She taunts. 

"No I think we're good for now," you say but suddenly you hear a gunshot nearby and instinctively pull out your gun, "what was that." 

"This is Gotham detective, there's a number of reasons for gunfire happening on every corner but I can assure you it was not coming from inside my home I am completely alone," she says sauntering up to you. 

"And why should I believe you Sofia," you say still firmly holding your weapon. 

Sofia grins and quickly pulls a move dislodging the gun from your hand, "because if I wanted you dead you would be already." 

You and Sofia fight, stumbling around the ground level of her home, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

Her hands are now above her head as you have her pressed up against the staircase, both of you breathing heavily. 

"You know I've imagined us in this position but I pictured it happening in a much less violent way… unless that's something you like in the bedroom which I am more than okay with," she winks. 

You gulp and look down at her chest rising with every breath she takes and without thinking you kiss her. 

She tries to remove her arms from your grasp but you press them down tighter as the kiss gets more sloppy. 

"I don't think your superiors would approve of your behavior," Sofia mutters, tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth. 

"Shut up," is all you can say in return. 

Sofia smirks and kisses you again, guiding you upstairs as she starts to remove your clothes. 

By the time you reach her bedroom your coat and shirt are gone along with both your shoes. 

She lays back on her bed, admiring you standing above her and the way you are mentally contemplating if you should let this happen. 

You climb on top of her, kissing her deeply as her hands explore your bare back. 

"Take your pants off," she orders you. 

"Only if you take your dress off," you retort. 

You knew Sofia wanted to be the one in control but you weren't going to let that happen. 

With the remainder of your clothes gone you get to your knees in front of Sofia, kissing and nipping up her leg until you reach her center. 

Sofia moans as your tongue explores her, she had gotten quite wet from your fight downstairs and was dripping down your chin. 

Her hands tangle in your hair, scratching at your scalp while you continue to go down on her. 

"I knew that mouth of yours was good for more than just talking," Sofia teases. 

"I've had enough of your smart ass remarks Sofia, you've made my job a living hell the last few months," you say getting back to your feet and stroking your cock. 

"Than you better put me in my place detective," Sofia says. 

Sofia moves up to the pillows, laying comfortably as you position yourself above her. 

You palm at one of her breasts, roughly sucking and bitting at the other one which makes her hips jolt into yours. 

"Sofia Falcone, under my mercy," you say licking her collarbone. 

"Ha," she says, suddenly flipping you over, "I bow down to no one." 

Sofia grips your cock, lining it up with her entrance as she lowers onto you. 

"So big, you must be the most popular guy in the locker room," she teases as she begins to bounce in your lap. 

Your cock feels so good inside of her you can't even think of a comeback, instead you attempt to place your hands on her waist but now you're the one with your hands above your head. 

"Not this time handsome," she grins, keeping your hands in place as she rides you expertly. 

She bites her lip, moaning as your hips rock upwards to hit even deeper inside her.

You feel yourself getting closer to your release but you refuse to cum until Sofia does. 

Once again your positions are flipped, Sofia on her back again as you start relentlessly pounding her. 

Sofia is moaning, reaching for your hand and guiding it to her throat. 

You gently squeeze and she whimpers in appreciation of the added pressure. 

Her nails are scratching at your back, surely leaving deep red marks behind. 

She tangles her legs around your waist, giving you the perfect angle to hit just the right spot making her eyes screw shut in pleasure.

"Oh fuck," she cries out as her body starts to spasm. 

You release her throat giving her the proper airway as waves of ecstasy wash over her. 

With her walls clamping around your cock you're cumming alongside her, both of you a moaning mess. 

When your orgasms subside you reluctantly pull out of her, Sofia already missing the feeling of you inside her. 

"That was fun," she says watching you move around the room looking for your underwear.

"It's never going to happen again," you tell her. 

"We'll see about that detective," she says knowing fully well this was not the last time you would be in her bed. 

[soranihimawari]

A More Permanent Thing

First kisses with Bokuto Koutaro was something I wanted to write about, so here we are

Timeskip (MSBY)! Bokuto x (f!pronoun) reader

Fluff short

Word count: 801

The weekend is around the corner; there are a few members of the MSBY Black Jackals team still in the locker room. Those members of the team were talking about either upcoming dates or plans with their family. Then, there was Bokuto. He was typically loud and rambunctious, but today he seemed contemplative and withdrawn.After planning another date with the same lady who had caught his eye in the local grocery mart about a month ago, Bokuto had realized he had yet to kiss her. Although he mentions he doesn’t want to rush anything, this is the third date and of course there were a few close calls, like the last time where she kissed his cheek before turning in for the night or when they knocked foreheads together by accident when she had dropped her wallet on the sidewalk. Bokuto seemed focus and determined about making this third date the one where he would make a move. Or at least try to since he had been receiving a few teasing remarks from his friends.

“Ya finally gonna kiss her, right?” Atsumu clasped Bokuto’s shoulder. The setter was sort of hopeful for his teammate and potential lover to finally have a romantic kiss, then again, knowing of Atsumu’s playboy persona, one could only hope for the stability of this relationship.

“Mmhm,” Bokuto’s golden eyes had softened slightly because just thinking about kissing you had been a dream.

“G’luck man,” Atsumu says, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll go well.”

Saturday night was when the dinner date was agreed upon. You had chosen to wear a cocktail length dress with kitten heels and you had also been the one to suggest the restaurant you were going to meet Bokuto. You brushed back your hair behind your ear and you had a cute owl barett in your hair, holding back a little bit of your bangs. Your date sees you outside the door a few minutes before the reservation time and you notice his usual spiked hair is somewhat controlled and smoothed down; he wears a navy button down and slacks (a suggestion by Sakusa of all people) along with Oxford styled shoes. You don’t mention where your thoughts lead to when your eyes check him out from top to bottom. If Bokuto caught on to what you were doing, he makes no comment on that other than the fact you look gorgeous.

Dinner goes well, you updated him about your life and work thus far, and in return, he informs you about the upcoming games lined up. He says he has tickets set aside for you and Akaashi, which makes sense. You nod, mentioning it would be nice to see him play.

“And you’d be able to cheer for me,” Bokuto smiles through the dimly lit restaurant.

“Of course, Kou,” you reply, sipping your wine. “I’ll cheer extra loud.”

He chuckles, expressing he’d be able to hear you since the tickets are as close to court as he can get them.

Even though you took a ride share to get to the restaurant, once dinner is over, Bokuto offers to drive you home. The car is parked in the garage (more specifically the visitor spot) of your apartment building. You’re still buckled in the passenger seat of the nice coupe your date drives, when you ask him a question.

“Hey Kou?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it ok if I kiss you?”

Your hands play with your clutch purse just a little before unbluckling your seatbelt. Bokuto stutters a bit before he chuckles an, “Of course babe.”

He leans over the center console, turning to face you, but your lips are the first thing he feels on his. They are soft against his slightly chapped ones, yet this kiss is a warm one. Your eyes are closed as you feel yourself lean more into his wanting lips. Bokuto’s hand finds its way to cup your cheek gently holding you steady; his tongue slides against your bottom lip and you obey.

When both of you pause for a couple of minutes to catch your breath, you rest your forehead against his for a bit. Bokuto’s thumb caresses your cheek.

“You’re a good kisser, Kou,” you whisper, sort of giggling afterward.

“So are you,” he says back. He had this amused smile on his face.

You feel your cheeks warm from the compliment. Bokuto kisses your temple briefly and he asks you if this could be a more permanent thing.

“Give me a sec.”

You’re already outside his car and come around to the driver’s side; making a hand sign for him to lower the window, you give him an answer. You peck his lips again with a wide grin.

“Sure, Bokuto Koutaro, I would love to make this a more ‘permanent thing.’”