#and that kiss was so hot and what buck deserved as his first guy kiss haha

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday 💗💜💙(7x04 coda?)

tagged by @tizniz 💖

hi! how are we feeling after 7x04 bc I feel like I'm dreaming and I've been crying the whole day today, my bi heart is sooooo happy😭😭 I wasn't gonna start new wips until i finish the cheating fic, but I opened a new doc and things happened lol - idk what this is, where I'm going with this, or if I'm even gonna continue, I just wanted to peek into Buck's head for a moment haha

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Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.

That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy. 

Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.

Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away. 

This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost... complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.

He feels giddy when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings.  It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.

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[creamenjoyer]

𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

18+ only content, mdni

✰content: neil lewis/f!reader, kink discovery, sub!neil, use of "puppy," use of "goddess," face riding, religious themes, mild bondage, 1.1k words.

✰do not repost to any other platforms.

“there’s.. there’s, uh,” neil’s voice cracks, “this- this porno…”

you stare back at him, patient. 

“i was wondering if.. if you’d wanna, i dunno, uh..” you can see sweat forming along his brow. “if you’d wanna, maybe, reenact it?”

you only blink back at him. “i guess i’d have to watch it first,” you murmur, fingers carding through his hair absentmindedly. he swallows; you can almost hear his heartbeat.

“we, um, we could watch it together,” he replies, all too quickly. a smile creeps onto your face.

the porno is, as you expected, fucking filthy. it’s different from what you’re used to, though. the woman binds the man to the bedposts and he begs to fuck her and it’s - well, it’s really hot. neil is practically vibrating next to you throughout the entire viewing experience. he’s nervous; it’s cute.

“we could try this,” you find yourself mumbling as the woman in the porno coaxes the man through his second orgasm. he thanks her. you feel something tighten in your gut. 

neil perks up beside you. “you think so?” he asks, somewhere between hopeful and afraid. the man on the screen before you cries for mercy. you nod. 

✰✰✰✰

neil’s wrists are bound to the bedposts. he tugs weakly at the restraints as your lips travel ever so slowly up his thigh. his bottom lip nearly bleeds as he sinks his teeth into it - a futile attempt to muffle the pathetic, gleeful noises creeping from his throat. 

“look at you,” you whisper against his flesh, “my pretty boy.”

he outright whimpers. “yes,” he chokes, “yours.” his hips threaten to buck. this earns him a nip to the inner thigh. 

“be good,” you warn, “or you’ll be.. punished.” the words sound strange to your own ears, but they must do something for neil, as you feel his muscles flex beneath your lips. empowered by the movement, you continue, “you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

neil nods desperately, another pathetic noise slipping past his lips. this isn’t enough for you. suddenly, you recall a moment from before, during the film, that made his grip on your hand tighten. “you want to be a good puppy, don’t you?” 

your cheeks redden at your own attempt. but neil keens in response. “fuck, i do,” he whines, “i want to- to be a good puppy!” his hips move without his control. you force them against the mattress with a firm hand. 

“for who?” you demand, teeth still grazing closer and closer to where he really wanted them. this sends him over whatever edge the two of you had been toeing. 

“for you, goddess,” he cries. he sounds so much hotter than the guy in the porn. “i wanna be a good, fuck, p-puppy for you.”

you reward his obedience with a light kiss to the tip of his dick. he throws his head back as more of his pretty sounds fill the room. “should i suck it?” you ask him, bringing a hand to stroke his cheek. he presses his face to your palm. “do you deserve it?”

he’s thrown. of course, he wants it, wants it so fucking bad - but does he deserve it? has he earned it? “not yet,” he decides breathlessly. you cock an eyebrow, leaving your place between his thighs to bring your face closer to his. “let me.. let me eat your pussy, goddess,” he pants. 

neil’s shitty apartment suddenly feels a lot like heaven. 

you brush your thumb against his bottom lip. “since you asked so nicely,” you whisper, before pulling him into a tender kiss. it grounds you both; you can’t help but grin into it. 

when the two of you finally separate, you slowly position yourself above his face. you look down to ask if he’s ready, if he’s sure he wants to do this, but - fuck. he’s looking up at you with pure adoration, unabashed love and longing. your heart leaps against your ribcage. you sink.

sparks fly as his lips meet your clit, then your lips, and your clit again and oh shit, he’s sucking it the way he knows you fucking like it. you can’t stop the filth that comes pouring from your mouth, “that’s right, baby, that’s my good puppy,” you thrust yourself harder against his face, “such a good little mutt. so.. shit, so obedient.” 

neil’s whimpers are muffled, vibrating against you. you guess he really enjoyed the part of the film that made you the most nervous. until this moment, you could never have imagined degrading your boyfriend this way - much less fucking his face while you did it. now, though… 

“how long have you wanted this, hmm? how long,” you tangle his hair between your fingers and yank him impossibly closer to you, “have you been fucking your hand - fuck - to the thought of being my stupid, slutty puppy?”

frantic, desperate licks and kisses are pressed to your entrance as he cries, “too long, goddess - i’ve wanted it.. for so long.” 

a particularly well placed kiss has you keening, baring your neck to the sky. “good boy,” you gasp, “that’s my good puppy - fuck!” the next words out of neil’s mouth are muffled as you rock your hips against his lips, desperate for more friction. 

stripe after stripe is licked against your pulsating cunt; frantic kisses are again pressed to your clit. “neil,” you whimper, “i’m gonna.. you’re gonna make me-”

“please goddess,” neil rasps. his pretty blue eyes meet yours as your cunt coats those soft, pillowy lips. it’s a heavenly sight. “please, let me make you cum.”

who are you to deny a sinner’s prayer?

your orgasm is holy. a rebirth. 

you both feel it; neil whimpers and whines with every throb of your swollen little clit. your vision spots - glowing stars, entire constellations fill your view. 

“yes, more, thank you, goddess- please,” you hear, muffled by your own euphoria. as you come back to earth, neil is still worshiping at your altar, gentle licks against your sex causing pleasant and torturous aftershocks. 

“good puppy,” you hear yourself cooing, “that’s my good boy.” your fingers in his hair curl and tug his head backward. his lips are a beautiful shade of red, a maddeningly sexy contrast to the desperate blue eyes staring back at you. “my pretty puppy,” you whisper before falling against his chest, meeting your lips to his. the kiss is so full, so passionate, you can’t help but roll your hips against his weeping erection. he groaned into your mouth. 

“you were so good,” you hum between kisses, “i think my pretty boy deserves a reward, yeah?” neil makes an angelic sound as you pull his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“please goddess, anything,” he prays. your heart swells. 

“don’t worry, baby,” you murmur against the skin of neil’s neck, trailing hot and wet kisses all the way down to his collarbone. “all dogs go to heaven.”

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | April 8th-14th 2024

Managed to put it out slightly earlier this time! 😆 This is still long af and there are still too many fics left in my ao3 inbox but maybe the mini hiatus will allow me to catch up!

As you can see I'm still enjoying podfics and I am happy to report that listening to Coma-Verse made me cry as much if not more as reading it 🙃 You can also looks forward to part 2 of my "BFF fic rec" series which will cover seasons 4 and 5, coming soon!

Enjoy! 😃

Complete

and with each one, i'm a little more free series by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S7E4, Coming Out):

settle (<1K | General): Buck comes out to Chimney. so let the words slip out of your mouth (1,7K | General): Buck comes out to Eddie.

kiss him once for me by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (S7E5 Spec, Jealous Eddie | <1K | General): Eddie was perfectly happy and accepting about Buck’s sexuality, in fact, he liked to think he was the ideal picture of a best friend when Buck had told him. So, nothing changed between them. Or at least, nothing changed until he sees Buck and Tommy kiss.

when we're barely awake in the heat of the day's weight by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (BuckTommy | 1K | Mature): Buck wakes up at Tommy’s place and they have a conversation about taking up space

like an empty bottle takes the rain by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S7E4, Sexuality Crisis | 1,2K | General): "I was wondering. You and Tommy—how did you know?" There's a soft intake of breath. "That I was into guys? Or that I was into him?" "Either." Eddie shrugs tightly. "Both."

Yes, Daddy by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP, Daddy Kink | 1,7K | Explicit): And really, the shit eating smirk that graces Buck’s too pink lips should have been Eddie’s warning. But he’s so used to his best friend’s antics that he’s become immune to them. Or, well he thought he had. “Yes, Daddy.”

don't stand a ghost of a chance (with you) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy Breakup | 1,7K | Teen): Tommy isn’t stupid. He knows the score from the beginning. But. He’s only so strong. And Evan is both hot as hell and supremely adorable. So Tommy kisses him, and asks him out, and tells himself that maybe he’s just been reading the signs wrong. Maybe Evan and Eddie really are just…very…close friends. He’s imagining things. They’re friends—or maybe Evan has a crush—but that’s fine. Evan asked Tommy out. So Eddie is…a nonissue. Tommy tells himself that right up until he can’t anymore.

don't want to be a fool for you by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Bachelor party, Madney Wedding Spec | 1,8K | Teen): Or, at both the bachelor party and the wedding reception, Buck looks at Eddie.

let’s get lost between the lines by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (BuckTommy, Post-S7E5 | 2K | General): “You handled that well,” Tommy said, as they left the restaurant and stepped out into this cool evening air. His words were soft, and gentle – genuine, even. As though he really meant it. Buck was baffled, frankly. “I handled that with as much grace as an elephant doing ballet,” Buck glared at his - his date? - incredulously. “Tommy, did you hit your head? Are you concussed? Do I need to take you to the emergency room?” or, after the eddie shaped hiccup of their first date, buck and tommy walk and talk - about coming out and why buck deserves a nice boyfriend.

good luck, babe by hattalove/ @hattalove (Outsider POV, Social Media fic, S7E5, BuckTommy Date | 2K | Teen): sometimes, when you've had a bad week, all you want is a romantic evening out with your wife over terrible pizza, and what you get instead is some kind of intricate gay ritual happening two tables away from you.

say my name and everything just stops by bellabrady (BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie, Getting Together | 3K | Not Rated): Or: Buck accidentally moans Eddie's name while making out with Tommy and it leads to some realizations.

behaving myself. by dylaesthetics (Secret Relationship | 3K | Teen): OR it’s just a regular day at fire station one-eighteen. No one’s acting weird. Nothing’s out of the ordinary. Everything's the same as it's always been. Right?

even for a phoenix (i’m getting tired) by hobbitprincess (Post-S5E18, Hurt Buck | 3K | Mature) : “You’re gonna be fine,” says Eddie again, and Buck hates that he can parse out the slight waver that wasn’t there the first time. Buck doesn’t have the heart to disagree with him, even if they both know it isn’t true.

This Old Love Has Me Bound by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-S7E4 | 3K | Teen): In an attempt to better understand his newfound bisexuality, Buck tries to figure out if he ever missed any signs with guys before. The universe keeps interrupting every time he's about to think about Eddie.

so much to say that's subject-sore by hattalove/ @hattalove (BuckTommy, Buddie Endgame | 3K | Teen): in which buck is convinced he's having commitment issues, tommy is there to hold his hand, and the tiramisu won't eat itself.

I get drunk on jealousy by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (FWB BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie | 5K | Explicit): Eddie calls Buck in the middle of the night at a not so covenient time, words are said, feelings are revealed and Buck's strenght is tested.

shoot another shot (try to stop the feeling) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Bachelor Party Spec, BuckTommy, Endgame Buddie | 5K | General): "He just. He won't let me in, Tommy. It's terrifying. I don't know how to help him because he's refusing to even admit there's something wrong." Buck scrubs a hand down his face. "I'm not crazy, am I? I'm not making things up? He's not himself, right?" (OR: eddie gets drunk and cuts a little too loose, buck tries to pick up the pieces and ends up getting more than he bargained for, and tommy is just happy he got to be with buck at least for a little while)

Threes Not A Crowd by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Follow up to Buck's Boyfriends in which Buck's boyfriends take care of him. Incredibly well. (Part 2 of Buck's Boyfriends)

🔥 To Build A Nest (To Build A Home) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Post-S5E14, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Five times Buck shows his love for Eddie via pebbling and the one time Eddie uses those pebbles to build a nest.

don't go breaking my heart. by dylaesthetics (S7E6 Spec, Madney Wedding, Getting Together | 13K | Teen): Coming to terms with being bisexual and being in love with his best friend is not how Buck expected to spend the month or so leading up to his sister’s wedding. But then again, life has shown time and time again that he has been put on this planet to suffer. - OR Buck can’t take it anymore and kisses Eddie in the middle of his sister’s wedding reception. He’s never been known for making good decisions. (Part 2 of heaven is you.)

🔥 Test Drive by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (PWP, Buck/Tommy/Eddie, Buddie Endgame | 28K | Explicit): In which Buck wants his boyfriend to give his best friend a queer awakening like he had. For no particular reason at all. While he also has the most inopportune "Oh" moment ever.

WIP

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 4/6 | 20K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 125/? | 389K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

What’s Your Order? by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy | 2K | Teen): 5 Times Buck Guessed Tommy’s Coffee Order + 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 8/18 | 45K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 1/4 | 6K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

Podfics

🔥 [podfic] wedding bells by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for renecdote/ @renecdote (Friends to Fiances | 10-20 min | General): The background noise of the movie and the warm weight of his best friend against his side is lulling Eddie towards a nap when Buck breaks the silence. “Do you want to get married?” “Sure,” Eddie answers sleepily. “Fall wedding?” “What?” Buck frowns, and Eddie realises: oh, he meant do I want to get married generally not to him specifically. Then Buck is asking, “Why fall?”

🔥 [podfic] do you love me? all you gotta do is say yes by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Outsider POV, Friends to Fiances | 30-45 min | Teen): or, two boy best friends and an ex lover walk into a grocery store. everyone is on their normalest behaviour.

OK with being OK [Podfic] by blackglass/ @blackestglass // fic by S_lycopersicum/ @slycopersicum-in-disguise (Post-S5, Coming Out | 10-20 min | Teen): Buck was about 10 minutes away from the firehouse when his phone pinged. "Message from Eddie Diaz," Hildy's too-smooth voice announced, and Buck laughed at how Eddie's face would scrunch at Hildy knowing his business. "Wait in your car when you get here. I need to talk to you before we go in" Oh shit.

🔥 [Podfic] rainbows have nothing to hide by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge for hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 20-30 min | Teen): how is eddie diaz like kermit the frog? let buck and christopher count the ways. (Part 1 of the kermit verse)

🔥 [Podfic] Before the Night Fades by slipofthetongue/ @burnthatbridge // fic by MilenaDaniels/ @milenadaniels (Post-S4E14: Survivors, Outsider POV | 45-60 min | Teen): “I have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,” Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box. “Okay?” “Okay so there’s two men and two women and I have no idea who’s getting proposed to. I’m not even 100% on who came with who." --- Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.

🔥[Podfic] Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by Ceewelsh/ @mayonnaisetoffees // fic by HMSLusitania/ @hmslusitania (Canon Divergent, S1, Dispatcher Eddie | 2.5-3h | Mature): Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch. Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

🔥[Podfic] i did, i did, i do by Ceewelsh/ @mayonnaisetoffees // fic by @hattalove (Canon Divergent | 30-45min | Teen): or the one in which, a couple of weeks after meeting each other, buck and eddie fell in love, broke up, and then forgot to fall out of it.

🔥The Evolution of Buddie [Podfics] by MistMarauder/ @gracieryder for InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Post-Shooting, Getting Together, Eddie Coming Out, Warning: Homophobia)

[Podfic] Someone Told Me Not to Cry (It's a Lie) (20-30min | Teen): Eddie's fine, he is. Really. He keeps telling himself that until he accidentally calls Buck in the middle of the night after a nightmare.

[Podfic] Just Bros being Bros (45-60min | Teen): It's totally normal to kiss your best friend on the cheek. Eddie has no idea why everyone keeps giving him looks and thinking there's more there.

[Podfic] I was Sinking (Somehow I Forgot) (45-60min | Teen): Eddie tries to figure out just what he may or may not be feeling for Buck. Really, it only leaves him with more questions than any actual answers. His mind keeps twisting around, unable to let him settle with any certainty.

[Podfic] Ready to Suffer, Ready to Hope (S3E18 | 45-60min | Teen): Buck's the one hurting this time, and Eddie wants to help, but he's not sure how, or if he even can. Maybe, he was wrong before. Maybe everyone was. Because clearly, Buck's not as over Abby as everyone seemed to think.

[Podfic] Hard to Learn to Love (45-60min | Teen): Buck's helping Eddie fix Abuela's porch. Eddie's pretty sure he's possibly going to do something stupid, because he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to kiss his best friend.

[Podfic] Someday (Gonna be Free) (45-60min | Teen): Karen points out to Eddie that maybe, his ideas of what a relationship has to look like are something he needs to reassess. She lends him a book, and before Eddie knows it, he's having one epiphany after another.

[Podfic] Bittersweet Triumph (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie's parents drop by for an unexpected visit. The only thing Eddie can think to do is damage control. Eventually they'd leave, right? Eventually, he could relax again. But he's quickly reaching a breaking point, and he's not sure what'll be on the other side of it.

[Podfic] Pivotal Moment (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie's stood up to his parents, but of course it can't be that easy. They're still in his house, and Eddie's just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's frustrated, angry, scared even - and worried about so much at once he can't relax. It's not only leaving Eddie on edge, but Buck seems more and more tense, too.

[Podfic] Hello My Old Heart (1-1.5h | Teen): Eddie needs to check his parents have left - and either way, there's a lot he needs to work through about their visit. Good thing he has family, friends, and Buck to help him figure it all out. And maybe, it's time for him to start showing his hand more, with them all.

[Podfic] Unlearning Lonely After So Long (1-1.5h | Teen): It's the next morning, Buck's still there and making breakfast, and Eddie's realizing that while yeah, the list of things he needs to talk about - with Buck and others - definitely doesn't fill him with anything close to happiness, the rest of it? It's a kind of happiness he hasn't felt in a while.

[Podfic] The More Things Stay the Same (Getting Together | 30-45min | Teen): Eddie's realizing that, now that he's dating Buck, it's not that much different from before, really - except for the increased touching and kissing. That's new. Maybe that's why no one's caught on yet, and they're able to keep it to themselves for now.

🔥 Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars [Podfic]/@cal-daisies-and-briars by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 (Coma AU, Multiverse | 7-10h | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

Re-Read

🔥 Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): "I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie? You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

🔥 all good things come to an end (but it's not the end) by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Pre-S4, Quarantine, Friends with Benefits | 10K | Explicit): “Okay, hear me out,” Buck said. "What if we have sex?” Eddie could be forgiven for choking on his own breath, given how out of the blue Buck's suggestion was. “What?” “You’re my best friend," Buck gestured vaguely. "And in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re living through an actual plague right now, so neither of us is actually getting any. So who better to have sex with than each other?" - or, craving intimacy during quarantine, buck and eddie strike up a friends with benefits situation. because it couldn't possibly go wrong.

[yuujispinkhair]

Yuji would LOVE face sitting. Mans an ass guy like cmon. Who wouldn’t want a fatty on your face eating some pussy? Yuji already worships your ass as a queen. Face sitting is on a whole new horny level.

Fuck yes! Thank you for sending me this lovely thirst! Yuuji is a very enthusiastic facesitting lover ;)

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (reader has a pussy but is otherwise described gender-neutral) Word Count: 700 Warnings: Smut, oral, facesitting, dirty talk, cum-eating, Yuuji cums untouched. 18+. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Yuuji is in paradise when you sit on his face! He's all needy beneath you, moaning against your creamy pussy while he pampers it with kisses and licks and slurps up every drop of your taste he can get. His large hands are on your ass, kneading it, squeezing it, and pushing your cheeks apart to fuck you even deeper with his eager tongue.

His cock is straining against his boxers, twitching needily and leaving big wet blotches of pre-cum on the front, soaking it because sweet Yuuji gets hornier every minute.

But he won't touch himself. This isn't about him. It's all about you. Yuuji wants to make you feel good, wants to have you on his face, rubbing your wet heat all over his mouth and pointy nose, moaning and whimpering for him because you feel so good.

And Yuuji becomes greedy when you're sitting on his face! It's just so addictive to get smothered by your thighs and ass and your sweet hot pussy! He loves your taste! It drives him insane. And your reactions are the best thing. Yuuji is delirious when you cum on him the first time, pussy twitching and thighs clamping around him while a shrill cry falls from your lips, followed by a breathless chanting of his name. "Yuujiii! Oh, Yuuji! Yuuji! Yes, yes, yes!!"

Yuuji moans even louder than you, and his strong fingers tighten on your plush ass and pull you even closer to his hungry mouth. He cannot stop! He just has to keep on spoiling your sweet cunt over and over again. Suckling so sweetly on your swollen clit, writing his name and I love you on your slick little bud and your pussy lips, spreading your cream and his spit all over you, making it messy in his eagerness to get more of you.

He loves to eat you, feel your sweet arousal melt on his tongue, and gulp down your taste, that tells him how much you love what he's doing to you and how good he makes you feel.

Yuuji loves you so much, and he thinks in this position, he can truly worship you the way you deserve! When he hears the sweet squelching noises of your pussy when he pushes his tongue in and out of you. When he flicks that tongue lovingly over your cute little clit and hears your answering cry, and feels your fingers tug on his hair, all needy and in love.

He cannot help but beg for more.

"Another one, sweetie, please gimme one more. Please, baby, cum all over my face."

He sounds desperate and needy, his voice a horny whine followed by a sob as he begs with his hot soft lips moving against your wet heat. His hips buck, cock straining against his boxers which are now a real sticky mess from all his pre-cum seeping into the red fabric. But Yuuji isn't even aware of it. All he sees and feels and smells and tastes and hears is your pretty pussy.

He turns your complaint into another loud moan of his name when his lips close around your over-stimulated puffy clit, and he sucks on it again.

When you cum this time, your whole body shakes uncontrollably, losing all strength and pushing your cute spent pussy even tighter onto his face while sobs shake you, and you cum and cum and cum. And lovestruck Yuuji drinks it all up, your orgasm, your sweet cream, your cute cries of pleasure.

He cums so hard in his boxers, untouched, filling them with a thick load of cum, while he sobs your name into your hot wet pussy and lets you ride out the last waves of the fifth orgasm he licked out of you tonight.

A happy smile spreads across Yuuji's face, and he nuzzles his face against your twitching wet pussy, sighing happily as he breathes in your smell and places one last loving kiss on your cute little clit.

"Mmmmh, thank you, baby, for giving me another one. You're so sweet to me. I love you and your cute pussy."

HE DRIVES ME INSANE!!! Yuuji and pussy-eating is something that goes so naturally together in my opinion. I just KNOW sweet Yuuji is so eager to please us and taste us and put his cute mouth to good use! :)

I saw this ask in my inbox this morning and finally had the time to write a little something for it. Thank you so much for sharing the thirst with me! It's so hot omggg I feel so insane!!

Please let me know how you liked it :) Comments and reblogs make me happy.

[holylulusworld]

When we were kids

Summary: It’s his turn to wait.

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, past Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings, best friends to enemies, jealousy, hopeful ending

A/N: This sequel got inspired by another song from Walking on Cars “When We Were Kids”. Lyrics in Italics taken from the song.

A/N: So, I decided to give this story a sequel. It's necessary to read the first part to understand the story.

<< Part 1 - Waiting on the corner

Yeah, it was better back when we were kids  Thought we knew everything, we really did  Had no money but so rich  Nobody cared about what we did  Another fight and another kiss  But now it's water under the bridge

Bucky watches you walk away from him with your head held high. You don’t turn around, even though, it takes anything in you to not give in and look over your shoulder.

It took you years to get to this point. Years of yearning, crying, and wailing with pain. The pain Bucky caused because some girl he barely knew, and didn’t even love, was more important.

His shoulders sag, and he sighs deeply. What did he expect to happen? Did he honestly believe you’d forgive him so easily after you left town because of him? 

He thinks of better times. Times in which you looked up at him like he was your whole world.  

But I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Ten years ago, months before Bucky met Dot, …

“Doll, it’s spaghetti Friday,” Bucky mutters as you run through the living room, a bunch of noodles in your hands. He’s chasing after you, calling your name.

You giggle and speed up when he gets closer. Dashing toward the middle of the room you almost run Steve over. 

“Whoa, watch out, Y/N,” Steve jumps out of your way. “What has gotten into you two!” He yells as Bucky throws a handful of spaghetti your way only to hit Steve right in the face. The pasta drops on his shirt, and he sighs. “What the fuck, Buck!”

“We are having spaghetti Friday,” Bucky says, expecting Steve to understand what he means. The blonde frowns. Bucky and you always come up with crazy new rituals and Steve can’t keep up with all the shit the two of you pull all the time. “Y/N started a fight! She wanted to have farfalle, Steve. Farfalle for spaghetti Friday. That’s a sacrilege, my friend.”

“They look pretty on a plate, Buck. I wanted my plate to look pretty, and they were cheap,” you pout. “Why not try something new?” 

“I want spaghetti. They look manly.” Bucky says, making you snort as he defends the spaghetti. 

“Yeah. Because they remind you of your dick,” you sass back. With your hands on your hips, you give Bucky the stinky eyes. “You wanna eat dick.”

He chuckles, but his heart flutters as you step closer to put the spaghetti in his hands. “My dick is much thicker, doll. I can prove it.”

“Just tell this to yourself, Buck,” you gently pat his cheek. He hums and drops his eyes to your lips. If only he found the guts to finally tell you how he feels about you. “Now, Steve will decide which noodles we’ll eat. You hit him with pasta after all.”

“Keep me out of your crazy fights,” Steve grunts. He looks down at his brand-new shirt, decorated with spaghetti. I got a hot date, and you just ruined my shirt. Now I gotta change before I pick her up.”

“Sharon again?” You turn your attention toward Steve, making Bucky pout. “So, are you in love Steven Grant Rogers? Is she the one? Can you imagine marrying her?”

Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and tries to not give away he has a huge crush on Sharon. Maybe it’s even more than a crush this time. 

“Wrap it before you tap it, Stevie.” You groan at Bucky’s words. “Do you need condoms? I got a whole drawer full of…”

You snap your head toward Bucky to glare at him. “We got it Bucky. You have a lot of condoms because you fuck every girl with a pulse. Stop dragging Steve into your shit. He’s a good guy. Sharon deserves a good guy. We all do.”

Bucky watches you sigh deeply because so far, you didn’t get lucky finding a good guy. And the one you could fall in love with asks every girl out but you. 

“Uh-first base,” Steve mumbles. “Sharon wants to take things slow. I’ll wait.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” you hug Steve. “I knew you’re a good guy.”

“HEY! I’m a good guy too,” Bucky grunts. He had hoped you’d see more in him than a promiscuous frat boy one day. Now he knows better. Maybe he should give in to Dot’s advances and go on a date with her…

Ooh, tell me what I'm gonna do now 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me out Tell me what I'm gonna do now Because I realize now I need you I'd do anything now to see you

Now, …

Hear me, hear me I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Bucky walks back into the gymnasium, avoiding everyone but Natasha. He goes straight to her to ask her if she knows where you went to.

“Nat, hey. Do you know Y/N’s hotel?” He asks, hoping to see you again tonight. “Natasha?”

Natasha is tangled in Clint’s arms. She dips her head to glance at Bucky, frowning deeply. “How shall I know? She said something about leaving to clear her mind. I think she left.”

“Where to?” Bucky groans. “I need to know.”

“Ask Wanda, they talked before Y/N left. I was kinda busy with…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “I got that you were busy sucking the life out of Barton’s tongue.” He looks around the room to find Wanda. 

“Who asked you?” Natasha mutters. “Get out of my sight.”

Another consequence, another day And now I'm caught up in a rat race Yeah, no money, just got picked You take me back to when I was free You take me back to a memory To the water under the bridge

Walking around the room Bucky despairs. Wanda is nowhere to be found, you are gone, and Natasha was no help. 

What did you say? You want to meet him at your special place. “But when?” He asks himself. “I can’t wait there for hours…”

“Here,” Wanda appears out of nowhere. She hands Bucky a piece of paper. “Y/N told me to give you this.” She sizes Bucky up. “If you hurt her, I’ll castrate you. Don’t believe for one moment I won’t find you, Barnes.”

He takes the piece of paper, feeling his heart speed up once again. Just like it did the moment he laid eyes on you tonight.

Bucky leaves Wanda, and the party behind. He almost runs out of the building and toward his parked car to read your message to him in silence.

After unlocking the car, he jumps into the driver’s seat and unfolds the letter.

“Our special place. Tomorrow. At eight.”

“At eight…” he furrows his brows. “In the morning or evening.” Bucky groans because he’s got no clue if you want to have breakfast or dinner with him. “Doll…you always have been bad with time.”

Ooh, tell me what I'm gonna do now 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me out Tell me what I'm gonna do now Because I realize now I need you I'd do anything now to see you Hear me, hear me

Almost ten years ago, months before he met Dot, …

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N!” Bucky throws his hands up as you finally walk inside the apartment you share with your grumpy roommate. “Where have you been all day?”

“What?” You didn’t even make it inside the living room before Bucky started to look you all over. “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

“Yesterday you said that you’ll be back at ten!” He argues and points at the watch on the wall. “It’s fucking ten p.m., Y/N!”

“Yeah, I know. I told you that I’ll be back at that time!”

“You said ten and I believed you mean in the morning,” Bucky releases a shuddery breath. “I was about to call the cops, doll! Never scare me like that again.”

“Oh-I forgot to write a.m. again,” you giggle, but your laughter dies when you watch Bucky. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Buck. I thought you knew I meant ten p.m.”

“I did not and was worried sick! Plus, you forgot your damn phone again! If you leave the apartment, tell me where you are going and when you will be back. And use a.m. and p.m. from now on!”

“Buck,” you wrap Bucky in a hug. “Love you too big grump.” He grins when you hold him tightly. “How can I make things up to you?”

“I’ll decide which movie we will watch tonight.” You’re tired and want to sleep for a week, but Bucky was worried about you. You will stay awake as long as possible and watch a movie with him.

“Deal.”

Half an hour later you are asleep in Bucky’s lap. He runs his hand over your hair, gently patting your head. “Never scare me like that again, doll…”

Now, Bucky’s car…

“Fine. I’ll be there at eight a.m., doll, and wait for you…”

The next morning, your special place, …

I still call out for you  Oh, I still call out for you  Hear me, hear me  I still call out for you  'Cause I feel a little lost without you  I'm a little bit lost without you  Hear me, hear me It was better back when we were kids

 No money, so rich Take me back to a memory  To the water under the bridge

Bucky shuffles from one foot to the other. He came here, on time. It’s past ten a.m., and you still haven’t shown up. “Fuck…maybe I got it wrong, and she wanted me to meet her at eight p.m.?”

He gets the piece of paper back out, rereading the few lines you wrote. 

Bucky sighs. What if he didn’t get it wrong? What if you won’t show?

“Still waiting, huh?” Steve steps out of his hideout to tease his friend. “Do you think she will show?”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky panics. Last time you were in his shoes and Steve showed up to tell you Bucky won’t come to meet up with you. 

“Uh-getting me some coffee,” Steve lies. He and Sharon wanted to find out if you will give his best friend a second chance. The first thing Bucky did was to call Steve and tell him what happened.

“She won’t show, I guess.” Bucky sits down on the sidewalk. He looks at his hands, sighing deeply. “I deserve this, right? I fucked up big time back then. I should’ve told Y/N that I love her. I didn’t even like Dot. She was the worst.”

“How much did you love her?” Steve asks. “Bucky, be honest with me.”

“So much that I forgot to eat and couldn’t sleep when she went on a date. I panicked any time she was running late. One time she was holding my hand while we were watching a slasher movie. I imagined this is how it feels when walk down the aisle together.”

“Hmmm…” you sit down next to Bucky, nodding at Steve as he looks down at you and his friend. “I bet you did dirty things in the showers too, imagining it’s me rubbing your spaghetti dick.”

“Stop with the spaghetti dick! I told you it’s thicker,” Bucky argues. “And farfalle don't count as pasta. It’s…too pretty.”

“That’s the whole point,” you talk back. “They look pretty, and you eat them to feel pretty inside too.”

Bucky snorts at that. “You’re late…like two hours late. Do you even know how to read a watch?”

You shrug. “I thought you should wait a little longer. I waited for much longer, only for you to not show. Now you will buy me breakfast and tea. They still make the best in town. So, I heard.”

Bucky slowly gets up, holding out his hand for you.

He doesn’t know where you go from here. But you showed, and he will be damned if he doesn’t take the chance and tries to win your heart over again…

I still call out for you Oh, I still call out for you Hear me, hear me I still call out for you 'Cause I'm a little bit lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me

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[jjsmaybank20]

please could i request a top!reader x bottom!santana.

It’s like she acts all big and bad in glee club and R always calms her down then someone talks bad about her, like Rachel with the stripper line about her and the usually calm and collected peace keeper R changes at a snap of a mf finger. You see Quinn and Britt’s eyes go wide asf and Santana goes to cuss out Rachel but R stops her, putting a hand on her chest and sitting her back down and does the sweetest smile toward Rachel.

Quinn and Britt be like: oh you messed tf up that’s her murder smile!

Santana gets confused and hurt like wtf why is her gf letting yentl bad mouth her but then sees the murder smile on her gf and sits back folding her arms and smiling evilly.

In the end R gets sent home and Santana drives her taking the rest of the day off too.

Once they get to R’s room santana is like ‘that was so hot’ and decides her knight in shining flannel armour deserves a reward for saving her from the big hairy beast called Rachel Berry and her tall lap dog and lets R do whatever she desires to her😏

My Defender

Santana Lopez x fem!reader

Summary: You protect your girlfriend form Rachel's hurtful comments, and in return you get to do whatever you want to her.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI fluff, oral (Santana receiving), fingering (Santana receiving)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hope you like it! My smut isn't spectacular.

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A lot of people wondered how you and Santana had such a healthy relationship, but your close friends knew it was because you balanced each other out. She was the chaos, and you were the power that reigned it in. Every time Santana would want to go off on someone, you would be the voice of reason, the voice that talked her down. Now, as you were approaching Valentine’s Day, you and Santana were so wrapped up in each other that nothing could bother either of you. Nothing except for one Rachel Berry.

Mr. Shue begins to write something down on the board, announcing that week's lesson. “Alright guys, I have one word for you.” Brittany raises her hand enthusiastically, and Mr. Shue calls on her when he turns around. “Is it love?” She then turns to her boyfriend and quietly says, “Totally gonna graduate now.”

Mr. Shue and some of the Glee members look at her, confused, before shaking it off and getting back on track. “Valentine’s day is coming up. So, for this week's lesson, I want you guys to pick a partner, because you're going to sing to them what you think is the world's greatest love song. Yeah, find a song that communicates all the things that love means to you. Now, partner up.” You and Santana glance at each other, smiling and already knowing that the other person would be their partner. Finn raises his hand before asking, “Mr. Shue, can I say something?” Mr. Shue waves him up and Santana rolls her eyes at the boy.

“I just wanted to point out that for the first time, an entire week has gone by without any one of us getting slushied.” Everyone looks around for a second in surprise before beginning to clap. Almost everyone stops clapping as Finn continues on with his speech. “I think the fact that I led the football team to a conference championship might have something to do with it. The fact is that I’m the closest thing that this Glee club has to a celebrity right now, and just like a famous athlete, I want to give to a charity. You guys. So I’m setting up a kissing booth. For a dollar a smooch. And donating the proceeds to Glee club, to help us-”

Mercedes rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, interrupting him. “Don’t even act like you tryna help this glee club out, you just wanna kiss a bunch of girls.” Your girlfriend scoffs next to you before piping up, saying, “I’ve kissed Finn, and can I just say? Not worth a buck. I would, however, pay a hundred dollars to jiggle one of his man-boobs.” You sigh exasperatedly when she brings up the fact that she has kissed him, and she grabs your hand in comfort.

“Do you ever get tired of tearing other people down?” Santana pretends to think about it for a second before leaning back. “No, not really.” Finn shrugs his shoulders, sounding smug. “Cause you always just seem to be meddling in other people’s business.” Santana rolls her eyes, looking around the room.

“Oh please, you guys love me. I keep it real, and I’m hilarious.” You nod in agreement, and you see that Quinn and Brittany are nodding as well. “Actually, you're just a bitch,” Lauren states from where she is sitting next to Puck. Everyone ooos and Santana scoffs angrily. You begin to get angry as well, but you don’t show it as obviously on your face.

Rachel stands up from where she is seated, and that’s when you knew that shit was about to go down. “The truth is Santana, you can dish it out but you can’t take it. Okay, maybe you're right, maybe I am destined to play the title role in the Broadway musical version of Willow, but the only job your going to have is working on a pole.”

Everyone looks at the two of them in shock, but Quinn and Brittany watch you carefully. They see your eyes darken in anger and they watch as you clench your hands into fists. Santana doesn’t seem to notice, and she stands up to cuss Rachel out. “Okay, fine. You wanna be like that? ¿Voy a ser stripper? Bueno, todo lo que vas a ser es una vieja bruja de Broadway sin amor-” You grab her waist and pull her down before giving Rachel a sickly sweet smile.

Santana looks at you, confused and hurt that you were being so nice to the girl who said such an offensive thing about her, but then she sees Quinn and Brittany mouthing for her to take a closer look at you. She sees the smile on your face, and she instantly recognizes it as the one that people call your ‘murder smile’. It was the same smile you had on your face right before you broke Karofsky’s nose for throwing a slushie on Santana. The Latina leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest and grinning evilly.

You slowly stand up and turn around to face Rachel, who still has a smug and satisfied look on her face. You tilt your head to the side, still smiling at her, before bringing your fist back and punching her straight in the face. Her head flies back and you move to continue hitting her, but Mike and Sam restrain you before you can do any further damage.

Mr. Shue sends you to the principal’s office, and Principal Figgins decides that you need to be sent home and that you are suspended from school for a couple of days. You accept your punishment with no regrets, not at all angry to be getting in trouble for defending your girlfriend.

She decides to take the rest of the day off and drive you home, and you know that you are in for a treat when you see her lustful gaze on you the entire car ride to your house.

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When you get into your room, you drop your things on the ground. When you turn around, you see your girlfriend stalking towards you before she wraps her arms around your neck. She places a kiss on your lips before saying quietly, “You punching Berry was hot. I think you deserve a reward for being my defender, so I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me.”

You grin in excitement before you push her down onto the bed, kissing her passionately. Your hands explore her body, and soft moans escape her mouth as your bodies fit together perfectly.

''You're so pretty, Santana Lopez.'' Your hand makes its way to clasp her face, staring into her eyes fondly before kissing her hard. Smiling into the kiss, Santana feels her cheeks warm up at the compliment.

''I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.'' Santana pushed her body up against yours, but you press back, maintaining control and making her fall onto her back. Staring at you in a haze of lust, she watches as you climb on top of her.

Your hands cup her breasts over her top, and you help her strip into her underwear. You kiss down her body, watching her shiver beneath you. Biting her thighs softly as you make your way closer to her dripping center, your hand stroked over her damp underwear. Smirking, you look up at Santana. Your hands make their way to the top of her underwear and you pull them down her thighs.

You begin lightly sucking on her clit, watching her shake with pleasure. Your fingers were playing with her opening, as you moved your tongue in circular motions. Santana's back began to arche up as she moaned loudly into the room, her hands grasping onto your hair pushing your head further between her thighs.

''Fuck, it feels so good. Please don't stop.'' her breath turned into pants as she moaned, moving your head with her hands. Riding your tongue, your fingers getting deeper and deeper inside her with every movement.

You continue this motion until you feel Santana’s body begin twitching, getting ready to climax. You moved away from her, removing your fingers from inside her and watched as she whimpered. Her eyes teared up as she tried to move against you to gain some type of friction.

''Please, let me cum Y/N,'' Her body was still twitching, her clit pulsating. ''Please.'' Santana begged, whining at you. You begin playing with her nipples, twirling them between your fingers as she gasps at the touch.

You wait for a few moments, watching Santana pitifully beg to be touched by you before placing a singular finger inside of her. You move your face so that it is inches away from her clit as your girlfriend moans with pleasure above you.

''You told me that I could do anything to you. Now, I might be nice, and I might let you cum, or I might not.'' there was an evil glint in your eye as you spoke, and a big smirk was plastered on your face.

You move slowly inside of Santana, watching her whimper for more.

''Please, be nice,'' she gasped, biting her lips as your free hand continued to play with her nipples.

''Only because you asked so kindly.'' You pinch her clit between your fingers, pulling a scream from the beautiful girl above you. Her legs were shaking as you inserted another finger inside of her, curling them up and pressing on her G-spot. 

You bury your face in between Santana’s legs, licking her clit with your tongue as your fingers move quickly inside of her. Santana’s hands moved back to clasp your hair, riding your face once more. Moaning loudly as her body twitched, Her eyes rolled back and she shook violently.

''Fuck, I'm cumming-'' she moaned loudly into the room.

You continue to push your fingers inside of her, helping her ride out the aftershocks. When she pushes your head away due to overstimulation, you crawl back up her body and kiss her lazily. She moans at the taste of herself, and you roll off of her making her whine. 

“Relax, baby. I’m just getting a cloth so that I can clean you up.” She shakes her head and pulls you back down next to her, snuggling into you. You don’t fight against it, knowing this is what your girlfriend needs. “Seriously though, thank you for defending me against Berry. I could have done it myself, but still. It means a lot to me. I love you.” 

You hug her closer to your body, and you place a gentle kiss on her head. “I love you too, baby. I’ll always protect you, no matter what.” The two of you cuddle together until you feel yourself drifting off. You know that when you wake up, your beautiful girlfriend will still be there with you, and you can’t help but dream about how much you love her.

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[grandlinedreams]

|| hey remember that thing I said abt boot riding and condescending, mean Coop :)

|| notes: unestablished timeline, could be seen as pre or post s1, reader can be whatever they want, waves hand something something idk man I've got it so bad for this guy also HEY. MDNI. BIG TIME. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

|| warnings: pretty much pwp, oral (m receiving), cum eating/swallowing, cursing, boot riding, Cooper is mean, hair pulling, afab reader i guess

Cooper isn't sure if it's the oppressive heat, the lack of decent drinking water or food that isn't roasted radroach to blame for your attitude, or if it's something else entirely ㅡ but you've found his last nerve over the last couple hours and are determined to rip it to shreds.

Part of him says he could save himself some long term trouble and put a bullet in your head, but he won't for two reasons. One, that's a waste of ammo. And two, he likes having you around.

You're a good companion, when you aren't in such a piss-poor mood. But it's that mood that's the current issue ㅡ and so, Cooper comes up with his own solution when you get just a little too mouthy for his liking.

"Come on now sweetheart," he grunts, voice low as he watches you, "you can take it, can't you?"

Your answer is garbled for the length currently occupying your mouth, tip of him pushed far enough that it threatens to gag you. Cooper doesn't think he's seen anything prettier than the tears in your eyes over his cock in your mouth.

He groans when you swallow around him, fists a hand tight into your hair to guide you ㅡ and the way you squirm also catches his attention. But one thing at a time, and he isn't about to give you whatever it is you think you deserve until after he's done.

He tells you so, eyes glinting as you whine around him, sound silenced by the rough jerk of his hips. "Come on, sweet thing," he coos, mocking as he cups your chin, thumbs at the bead of drool that slides from the corner of your mouth, "not gettin' shit if you can't behave."

This isn't the first time he's been in your mouth, nor will it be the last ㅡ but the pitiful look on your face only furthers his pleasure as he bucks, listens as you choke and gag around him.

His head tips back as you suck, fist tightening in your hair as you slide your tongue over the underside of him, the steady pulse as his breath hitches a little. "Fuck," he huffs, "see? Told you I'd find somethin' for you to do with that mouth of yours other than bitch."

You squirm again, thighs rubbing together to try and give yourself a little friction as his already rough rhythm turns choppier ㅡ and then he's spilling down your throat with a low groan that only adds to your own arousal.

Cooper pulls free of your mouth and watches as you swallow before he tucks himself away and snorts when you give him an expectant look. "What's that for, sugar? Never promised I was gonna help you out."

Your lips part like you want to protest, but he's right ㅡ he'd never said he was going to do anything afterwards. He smirks, makes a show of debating before he crouches in front of you, tips your chin up so he can meet your eyes.

"Poor thing, did suckin' me off get you that hot and bothered?" Your cheeks flush, and his amusement grows. "I guess I can help you out. But we're doing this my way, hm?" You blink, watching as he moves to settle a little ways away, then gestures. "Well? C'mere, babydoll."

Cooper watches you, tracking you as you settle over him in his lap. He reaches for you, pulls you flush to him before he cups your face with gloved hands. "You wanna get off so bad, you'll take whatever I give you, hm?"

Your cheeks burn, betraying you as you nod and listen to him click his tongue, sizing you up before he leans to kiss you. It'd almost be sweet were it not for the way he anchors you to keep you from withdrawing, muffling your soft noises before pulling away.

"Alright, sweetheart," he breathes, "I'll give you somethin'."

ㅡ

"Come on sweetheart, I thought you wanted this."

Your cheeks blaze, a mix of embarrassment and arousal as your hips rock, bitten off whine that makes Cooper snicker as he watches you rut against his boot. The dusty leather is far from what you'd been expecting, but Cooper had been adamant ㅡ either you got off on his boot or you didn't get off at all.

He at least pushes it against you, offers that modicum of reciprocation beyond the dark, hungry way he watches you grind against the only thing he's willing to offer.

The edge of it digs against the ache of your core, makes you groan and grind down harder.

"Look at you, honeybunch," Cooper drawls, determined to keep up a steady stream of commentary and make this all the worse for you, "that needy for me you're willing to hump my boot like a bitch in heat. Pathetic."

It should annoy you, but all the insult does is send heat curling in your veins to join the needy, sticky slick between your legs as you whimper and continue moving. Your thighs ache, your head spins with the way you're panting ㅡ but you're so close.

Cooper knows it to, doesn't miss a beat as he listens to you whimper, noises arching to something more pitched before you're shuddering, rocking your hips in rough, tiny little movements before you're panting, body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

"See, sugar? Wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone and words are a playful taunt, one that has you glaring at him.

"Fuck you."

Cooper grins, eyes dark. "That's the plan, babydoll."

[4kiraa]

thinking abt men who treat there pretty lil gf so good. spoiling her rotten, giving her endless compliments. but when she starts to act up, they turn into straight up bullies in bed:3!!!!

warnings: fem! reader, cervix f!cking :3, NAWT proof read🤓

Sigh, bfs who treat their gf like she created the moon and stars herself.

As soon as you two walk into a room almost everyone immediately knows who you belong to. your boyfriend loves to make this known by wrapping his arm around your waist and propping you on his legs.

“baby, there’s a chair right over there”

“So? my pretty baby should have her own personal seat”

did i mention that your bf also had a habit of spoiling you rotten?

it was his favourite thing (apart from spending time with you) at the start of your relationship, you made it clear to him that you were an independent woman who made her own money. “you shouldn’t have to spend all this on me baby, you know i can-“

“shh” he cuts you off “please baby lemme just get this for you, just this once. you deserve it” he’d say with a sly grin on his face. though, it was never “just once”

He was also never afraid to beat the hell out of guys for looking at you a certain way, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you’ve had to bail that boy out of jail because of a brutal beating he had given to a guy who tried making moves on you when the both of you would go to clubs.

you sighed “baby, i don’t wan’ you to get in anymore fight ok? one of these days they’re gonna lock you up for real n’ i don’t know what i’d do if-” He cut you off with a kiss. you pouted at him and he looked down at your pretty doe eyes, slowly caressing your hair. “alright baby, i’ll try” (he did not in fact “try”)

he’s really not one to blame. you’re a pretty scratch that gorgeous girl. who wouldn’t start a whole bar fight and go to jail for you it’s not his fault he just can’t resist those pearly whites of yours. and that soft hair, and pretty lips that make him wanna kiss you every second of the day, it’s almost natural for people to try and test their luck by hitting on you in front of him.

so if he loves you sooo much, then why his he bullying his thick cock into your pussy right now as we speak? the answer is because you “love to try him” you’ll admit it, you do. there’s just something that makes your mind go numb when he flips you on your stomach, ramming into your cunt from the back while saying the most obscene things ever.

“it feels so good baby, don’t stop!” you’d moan.

“Damn, shit, shut up” he’d say while bucking his hips against your ass. “i shoulda’ never made you cum in the first place n see how long you can hold out, since you wanna act like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one”

you know that you cunt shouldn’t be squeezing him even more after he said that, but you can’t help yourself. your boyfriend was just so hot when he was mad.

“apologize” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts . “wh-what” “i said apologize, are you that dumb on my dick? should i stop and make you collect your thoughts? he said, his voice now deeper. “n-no!” you protested “m’ sorry baby, m’ really, ah- sorry! i swear!” you know you sounded desperate, but all you wanted to do was cum, and you knew that your boyfriend’s threats were not empty.

“aight baby, what are you sorry for? if you can’t answer, then are you really sorry?” he was driving you crazy. at this point, his hips started slowing down, and all you could do is throw your ass back at uh i’m in order to compensate for the same stimulation you felt earlier. “m’ sorry for acting like a brat! i p-promos it won’t happen again”

he smiled “that’s a good girl” he grabbed your hair into a ponytail, bring your head up to his and giving you a chaste kiss on your cheek. he then shoved your face down into the bed and began to ram into you again. at this point you were seeing stars, telling him endless ‘thank yous’ and ‘i’m sorrys’ he knew you didn’t mean any of it, but if it meant that he’d get to fuck you like this, he didn’t care. As long as he got to see your cute drooling face and tear stained cheeks, you could act like a brat all you wanted. Just know he would always be there to put you in your place.

-it’s 3 in the morning i could’ve expanded on this but wtvr. hashtag enjoy.

[bidisasterevankinard]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @buddiefication 💜

I have 4 wips I want to share cause I really like them

Buck wears skirts in 6b au

Hen stares at him with her jaw open for a few seconds, then smiles broadly. The way Hen's attention abruptly changed from the conversation attracts the others in the room, they turn around, Bobby and Chim freeze with their mouths open, and Eddie falls off the bench, trying to turn completely to them. He doesn't even pay attention to it, just blinks a lot, looking at Buck.The blue-eyed man rushes to him.

“Damn, Eds, are you hurt?” Buck helps the brown-eyed to get up.

“I-I-I I-no. Everything is fine. Just… um… I didn't expect to see you like this,” Eddie looks Buck up and down. His face is a funny mix of disbelief, shock and something that Buck doesn't want to decipher. Because it looks like an interest. Even desire, but Eddie can't desire him, can he?

after poker smut (I were sharing mostly angst parts so here a little bit of spice)

Eddie finally breaks away from Buck's plush lips, but moves on to his gorgeous neck, taking the jacket off him and throwing it to the side. He starts kissing and sucking on Buck's neck, and something tells Buck that tomorrow he will need a turtleneck to cover his neck. Maybe Eddie wouldn't mind if Buck borrowed his.

In parallel with the kisses, Eddie unbuttons Buck's shirt, but on the second button he just tears it apart, pulling off at least one button. And Buck would be lying if he said it wasn't hot. He's already half hard in his pants just from kissing Eddie and the way they rub against each other. But he feels that Eddie is not soft either, so it's all fair.

"You belong with me" (au where Buck is wooed by a new guy at the station)

"Hey, Eddie. What flowers does Buck like?”

“What?”

“What's Buck's favorite flowers?” Danny repeats even though Eddie clearly heard him from the first time. He just doesn't understand why this new guy needs to know it and why he's asking Eddie. “Have you slept well man? You look exhausted.” He sounds … honest. Like he actually cares about Eddie`s well-being. He seems nice. But Eddie still feels strange about him. 

“I`m alright, but thank you for asking,” Eddie tries to be polite, but he definitely is not going to share anything with him. “Why do you want to know Buck's favorite flowers?"

“I … really fell for Buck. I mean I know I`m here only for a week, but he's just so, you know, kind, so heart-open, caring, funny and so invested in his work. And the way he can talk about his interest with so many emotions, expressions and energy. Can`t understand how he doesn't have thousands of people trying to woo him. I want to try to do it. So I'm gonna start with flowers."

Eddie can relate to everything that this guy was talking about, but he can add so much more things why people should love Buck.

Great. Buck`s wooed by a nice man. Not like Buck doesn't deserve to be wooed by a nice man. But Eddie can't be happy that it is Danny. Only because he feels in his gut this guy is strange. No other reason.

And the wip i started hour ago : Chris tells Buck "You died".

“You died, Buck,” these three words Buck already heard from three people important to him, but none of them broke him like that. “You died. I heard dad said that to Carla,” Buck feels his hoodie getting wet on his chest, but he doesn't care so much. The only thing he cares about right now is figuring out how he can help Chris come to terms with what happened to him. Help Chris heal. “You've been in a coma for so long. We-we almost lost you. I came to talk to you. You were so, so not yourself. I don't want you to leave. I don't want you or dad to die," now Chris is really crying and Buck's heart hurts more than ever. “And I-I know you and dad can't control it, but please promise me that you'll always try to come back. Please promise, Buck.”

Buck is crying now, too.

Tagging(no pressure): @usercowboy @jobairdxx @swiftiediaz @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @gayedmundodiaz @yelenascowboys @loveyourownsmiilee and anyone who wants to share

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Six. "Come Together."

Oh my God, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!!! SO! I know, it’s been so fucking long, I wanted to get this out a while ago but then we got the apartment, I got a new job, left my old one, moved to a whole new city and did a lot more, it’s been a nuts month for me. So I am sorry this took as long as it did but this is a great fucking update in my opinion, an important point in the story that deserved the proper attention! So I hope you all enjoy it, that it was worth the wait, and any and all feedback is highly encouraged here! Thank you so much for reading!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Reader. Warnings: Making Out. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Hand Job. Cum Eating. Pseudo-Threesome. Biting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Denial. Voyurism. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Begging. Serious Conversation. Emotions. 

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You responded to Chucky’s question quickly and simply with, “What are we still doing here?”

“Good fuckin’ question.” Came his response and both of your hands were taken, one by each of them and you were tugged and pulled along out of the store, the book you were initially considering buying dropped on a shelf on the way. 

The walk back was more of a half-jog, you were unreasonably excited, could feel the underwear you wore, black lace by the way, a good call on your part, getting significantly damp. The idea they presented, the contest, was unfairly hot, they really wanted you, craved you, wanted to make you feel so good they BET on it for fucks sake. They bet on the privilege of it. You can honestly say you had never had someone, let alone two someone’s, so invested in you and your physical enjoyment, not just so early on but period. 

Your skates, laced together and slung over your shoulder bounced as you nearly skipped along with them, avoiding snow banks and icy patches, you had never seen their place before and you were curious to see how they lived.  

Soon enough you were in front of a modest looking apartment building, keys procured from his pocket and the door unlocked, you were ushered in, her gloved hand on your lower back, “This way sweet thing.”

You could get used to her calling you that. 

There was no elevator, just a few floors and up the staircases you tread till you were led to their apartment, another door unlocked and you went in with them both. The door was closed and then two sets of hands and two mouths were on you. Heated kisses and wandering hands helped and boots were kicked off, scarves untangled and thrown aside, gloves shoved into pockets and coats unzipped and hastily thrown in the direction of the coat rack. All the outer wear was left near the door, skates dropped without a care too and you were far too wrapped up in them to pay much attention to the apartment. 

First she is kissing you before she is breaking away then he is and her hands are on your waist, she’s behind you, leading you, pulling you somewhere as he is kissing your neck and you soon realise you are in a different room. 

Shit, not just any room, their bedroom. You only get time for a quick glance around, you get only a brief sense of the colour palette and style before you are being kissed once again. 

She is on you once more and you are all too aware of how hot and bothered you are, the thin fabric you wore between your legs felt incredibly wet, his leg is between yours and your hips buck on instinct seeking more friction. The seam of your jeans was well placed and provided some very good friction that made your breath catch. 

You heard him laugh, he pressed his thigh harder, his hands gripping your arms to pull you down as he worked you over again, making you grind once more and your mouth broke away from Tiffany’s with a soft moan. He spoke up, “God, she’s real sensitive, huh? Just like someone else I know.”

“Yeah, she’s already been so fun to play with, can’t wait to taste her all over again.” Tiffany responded as he nipped at your ear making your hips rock again. He asked, sounding like he was smiling, “Right?” 

So much focus all on you was almost hard to take, you weren’t sure what to zero in on, his mouth on your neck or his thigh between yours or Tiffany’s hands sliding under your top and feeling her chest press into your back. Her hands aren’t stopping, moving up and feeling the soft skin of your sides until they are high enough to catch the edge of your bra and you aren’t sure who to arch closer into as Tiffany touches you and Chucky’s mouth is on yours once more. 

You lose yourself to this for a moment, to kissing him back, feeling the ache that had been steadily building since the bookstore and you had the briefest thought wondering what you were waiting for? They made it crystal fucking clear they want to get you off again and that was the whole idea of them inviting you to their apartment and into their bed.

God, you were in their bed, how many times had they done this here? How many times had they fucked sprawled in these sheets? And now here you were, both of their attention on you. It was still freezing winter outside but you were melting inside and between them. Hands trembled slightly as you started to take off your clothing, giving a silent signal that you wanted to progress and they were more than welcome to help you strip, something they both took you up on happily. You broke the kiss to start removing clothing and he let out a breathy laugh, “Eager, eh?”

You nodded as she tugged you off of his thigh as you were taking off your shirt, throwing it aside, the pretty bra you had picked out in hopes of something like this happening on display. She was looking over your shoulder as her hands snaked around your front to start opening your jeans, “Fuck, I have been dreaming about this view.” 

She probably had one of the best bodies you had ever seen and to be fair you hadn’t even seen it yet, not really, through all this she has remained fully dressed, although you hoped that would change this afternoon.

Tiffany practically purred it in your ear, nails lightly scratched as they ran up your sides and she said, “C’mon Chucky doesn’t she look amazing?”

You glanced at him to see him rubbing his thumb on his pants as if he was trying to remove a stain, brows furrowed as you wondered what he was doing until you saw the dark spot. You realized you had gotten so fucking excited it had seeped through your jeans, and onto him. His gaze caught yours, cocky and shit eating grin, you watched as he brought his thumb up and sucked the small amount of you that was there, his eyes slowly starting to move down, taking in the view of you in your bra and being peeled out of your jeans by his girlfriend. You had to say this was a pretty successful second date and you weren’t even out of your pants yet. 

He dropped his hand away from his face, leaning closer to help remove the offending clothing the rest of the way off, “She looks better than any dream I’ve had Tiff.”

Awful flirts and teases and flatterers the pair of them. You needed to turn this back on them. 

“I think you both are a little too dressed still.” You asserted and they pair laughed, “Awe honey that’s cute but this is about you gettin’ off still.” 

Chucky agreed with what Tiffany said, throwing your pants aside, with a wide grin as he said, “Yeah, we still have a bet to settle, then we can talk about us getting naked.” 

“Yeah, worry about us later.” She assured you. Both of them couldn’t stop looking at you in the matching black lace that framed you so beautifully. 

A slight pout and were going to try again when Chucky made a move to start touching you, a hand on your hip and the other sliding easily between your legs when Tiffany stopped him, reaching out, her manicured hand gripping his wrist. “What are you doin’?”

“Starting?” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and she laughed, “And why do you get to go first?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” He asked and you were stuck in the middle, pressed between the couple, currently arguing over who gets to make you cum first. When did your life become this unbelievable?

You were soaked and honestly wanting them to stop talking and fighting over you and just start doing it. They were stuck in a loop of back and forth and you get an idea, thumbs hook in the sides of your panties and you take them off, holding them up as you spread your legs, playfully spinning the damp garment on your finger, “You gonna keep me waiting all afternoon here?”

A look shared over your shoulder and they realised that no they would not. The fight was dropped, they negotiated much easier after that, since Chucky went first last time, Tiffany got to go first this time. 

You were laying back on the bed and she was making a move to get on her knees but Chucky stopped her, “Uh no way, I don’t think so.”

“What?” She asked with a huff and he said, “You already had your shot at eating out, I say we swap, to make it really fair so she’s had both from both of us. Fingers only for you this time babe.” 

She reluctantly agreed that that made sense with a roll of her eyes. She is fine with this because she is damn good with her fingers and she knows it. He settled in beside you to watch, almost pressed to you, Tiffany is undeterred and if anything emboldened by the prospect of showing off for him. She is on the bed, climbing on top of you, a hand to your cheek and capturing your lips in another intense kiss that shocks you so much it takes a moment to begin to return it. You didn’t have a single care at that moment, fuck your makeup getting ruined, fuck being quiet, you could really let go here in this space, totally safe and not a thing to hide. 

She was very in control, leading the make out easily and you let her, followed along, found a good rhythm of give and take. As her tongue breached your mouth you felt your breathing falter, especially when her hands started to wander again. Fingertips brush over your shoulder, a palm cups your chest, thumb circling your nipple through the thin fabric causing your back to bend, seeking to be closer to the stimulation she provided. 

Just when you felt it might be getting to be too much, just when you wanted to start begging for some serious attention, it’s like she read your mind, her hand now between your legs. Once her hand was there she didn’t waste much time, skillfull fingers tracing up your bare slit, he let out a quiet moan into your mouth. You can hear the smile on her face, pulling away enough to say, “She’s practically dripping over here Chucky.”

“You’re welcome.” He said with that same overly confident grin and she bit back, two fingers working up, starting at your hole and running up and passing over your clit, “Yeah like this is all for you.” 

“Isn’t it?” He asked as he leaned in closer and she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, “Yeah sure big guy, now shut up. You’ll get your turn to disappoint her.” 

“Ouch Tiff.”  He pretended to sound hurt, a hand to his chest and a giggle escaped you before Tiffany kissed you again, ignoring him in favour of you. She really began then, fingers dipped inside briefly, collecting some of your more than ample wetness and using it to make her touch glide along you easier. 

Every move carried a distinct purpose, there was care there but not in a way that showed she didn’t think you could handle some rougher treatment, the pressure she employed was pretty damn great considering this was her what, second time touching you like this? She seemed to be taking in every hint you gave, reading your body language and the pitch of your moans amazingly well, even the broken and weak words you spoke giving her an even better idea. 

The quiet asks, “Harder?” and “Fa-faster-” and “-a little to the left-oh God!” were taken to heart. 

Something else that was also making this so much better was him. Right here, watching intently, in between breaks of Tiffany kissing you, when her mouth would wander lower, her hand never slowing you would see him. His own gaze going from your face, to watching how your body moved and how easily Tiffany manipulated you with two fingers. 

Her tongue traced over your collarbone and you moaned her name, you could see Chucky grinning out of the corner of your eye, “She’s good, eh?” 

You let out something between a half laugh and a half moan, “Soooo good.” 

“Hear that sweetface? I’m sooooo good.” Tiffany teased with a glance over to him and he was the one to roll his eyes this time, “Stop acting like you got this all sewn up, anythin’ could happen.” 

That phrase and the implication with which he said it made you shiver as if you were standing stark naked in the cold winter afternoon outside. There was so much time left in the day, so many possibilities. In the moment though, your head was fairly empty, only concerned with one thing, how good Tiffany was making you feel. Panting breaths slipping out between parted lips and heated kisses, those kisses were getting fewer as her mouth was moving down lower, it causes you to squirm. 

Especially when her tongue passes over your nipple through the thin lace, the sound you make causes her to clench involuntarily and it presses her to do it to you again and again. It leads her other hand, the one that was still below your waist and currently wrecking you, to hook in and pull down, exposing the last bit of you to her.

The other cup is pulled down until the straps have slipped past your shoulders, still hooked around your arms, the rest of the garment sitting underneath your bust and she breathes out as if totally intoxicated and enamoured by the mere sight and feel of your body, “You really are something special.” 

“Fuck yes she is.” And he reached over, made a move to cup your now exposed chest and you were ready, you wanted to feel them, both of them at once but Tiffany lifted up, her mouth twisting into a small frown as she smacked his hand away. “Ow, the fuck Tiff?-”

He cursed and she said firmly with a point, “It’s my turn. No touching.”

“Spoilsport. If anythin’ I’d be helping you-” He started and she laughed, her fingers picked up the pace and you whimpered from the spike in sensation. “No you wouldn’t, we are competing, we gotta do this solo or it taints the whole integrity of the competition.” 

“It’ll taint the whole integrity of the competition-” He started in a mocking tone and she rolled her eyes again and chose that moment for her lips to close around one of your nipples, she sucked, tongue lathed and your eyes fell closed with a loud and indulgent moan. She has a very particular want at that moment and she doesn’t stop herself, slender fingers abandon your clit momentarily, slipping down and then inside causing a sharp inhale from you at the sudden penetration. 

“Oh my God-” She sounded near awed as she experimentally thrust her fingers in and out of you, extremely careful and mindful of her nails which were not obscenely long at the moment, did she opt for a shorter style for this exact purpose? You can’t linger on that as she curls her fingers and says, “-you feel…Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe how you feel inside.”

The praise washes over you and makes you arch closer to her, desperate for more of whatever she has to offer you. 

“You felt this yet?” She asked, eyes looking over to her partner and he said, “I did but I was wearing gloves at the time.” 

“Gloves? The leather ones he likes?” She questioned and you realised it was meant for you and you nodded with a whimper. “So I got to feel you raw first, lucky me.” She hummed, fingers not slowing as her thumb circled your clit, continuing to thrust in and out of you. 

“Stop soundin’ so confident.” He said in an annoyed tone and she laughed, “Never.” 

The longer it went on, the better it got, the better you felt and you were less and less able to be quiet. And during this, through the haze of pleasure you did recognize one thing, that Chucky was having a hard time keeping still and to himself. You knew he wanted to be a part of this, to touch. Did he regret setting up this contest?

You had no time or space to think as she continued to touch and talk. “You sound so pretty.” 

Her teeth graze as she praises you, every single part of you and you feel it build, getting so close so quickly, it snuck up on you, the feeling was good, terribly good but it was starting to peak so suddenly and you can’t breathe properly. 

“Oh you gettin’ close?” She teased and you nodded, a small whine as the climb continued and she laughed, it didn't feel mean spirited, it was light and warm, encouraging, “C’mon then sweetheart. Let go.”

What she says is more than enough to push you over the edge and you fall, blissfully and you cum on her fingers with a shudder, it started low and then worked its way up, running through your whole body. Not like you were aware of what you were doing, not really, all you knew is how fucking incredible it felt, not how your body was responding to what she was doing, you think you were moaning something, praise, or yes or her name, hard to tell with how breathless she made you.

Naive. Totally naive is what you are, for thinking for even a moment that the first time you shared with her was as good as it could get, she outdid herself, easily. It was nearly maddening, the fact that she did it with seemingly so little effort. 

When pleasure finally gave way to slight pain and overstimulation, you swallowed hard, your throat felt dry and tongue thick as you reach out blindly and weakly push on her arm, “Ah, stop, stop, fuck-”

She relented, pulled her fingers out and her hand away as she said around a chuckle, “Alright, alright.” 

She brought her hand up and sucked on her fingers, tasting you as she watched you recover, eyes drawing over your body on the bed below as you panted and tried to regain some strength and come back to yourself post orgasm. 

Again almost sensing what you needed you feel her hands on you, warm and comforting, her touch self assured as she started below your knees and dragged her hands up, touched and felt. It did wonders for you. Made you feel much more comfortable, made your breathing slow, deeper, more natural and full. She helped you come down, once she pressed a soft kiss to your lips with a question of, “You good?”

You responded with a nod and a hum, she rewarded you with another press of her lips to yours before she started to get off of you, sitting at your opposite side, and as soon as she is doing that, ass to bed sheets, he is on you. 

The kissing is frantic, needy, in between him pressing kisses to your mouth he was grinding against you, clearly hard as fuck through his pants and pressing himself into your hip. “That was so fuck-ing hot, Christ.”

You let out a moan that was louder than you meant to into his mouth, his tongue passed over yours before he pulled back, “I knew getting to watch would be good but-”

He couldn’t even finish the thought, as if consumed with the need to he kissed you again and your hips bucked up, heat flaring inside you again so quickly. It was as if that fire never went out, it was simply dimmed but him instigating this make out so forcefully fanned the flames and brought it all back, so fast, caused it to burn bright and strong. 

He pulled back again, finally continuing that thought, “-I had no idea it would be like that.”

You can feel Tiffany’s eyes on you now, her watching and the sheer tension of it, the clear want she was feeling, even though it was less than two minutes since she last touched you. Just as he struggled earlier, she seemed to be, and he hadn’t really done anything as of yet. 

In another two minutes he had pawed and groped and worked his way down to where he is now kneeling on the floor and tossing your bra aside and his hands are on your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t waste time, he knows how ready you are, see’s the evidence of it clearly on display, on your inner thighs and the sheets themselves and right there. You are soaked and swollen, leaking, literally throbbing, he takes the smallest pause to look at you, really taking you in for the first time at eye level. 

You can’t help but look at him looking at you, see the arousal wash over him, how he is affected by the sight and smell of you so close to his face. And then, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue makes contact first, at your drooling hole before licking a firm stripe straight up over your straining clit making you arch with your finger tangled in the sheets and a call of his name. After that first lick he takes a deep breath, a quiet, “Fuck, you taste good.” 

Was uttered, a lick of his lips before he was diving back in greedily. 

He eats you out differently than she does, almost like he was doing it for his pleasure more than yours, but by doing that? It made it better, so much fucking better, knowing how much he was getting off it only serves to increase the feeling you experienced. He left no part unexplored, you felt incredibly wet, from him or you you didn’t know as he switched between broad strokes of his tongue over your lips and hole and more small and precise licks against your clit.

He has also clearly gotten tips and instruction from her over their time together but he puts his own spin on it. Hard to define, especially when you are caught up in such strong pleasure, but the way he wraps his lips around your clitoris, the way he flicks his tongue and strong fingers dig into your thighs, it feels unmistakably him. Even if it was at one point partially coached or instructed by her before you stumbled into their lives, as if he took what she said seriously, trusted her, but also wanted to do it HIS way. 

His hands move, slide down under your thighs and come to rest near your ass, his thumbs spread you open, he pulls back, looking up close once more as if in disbelief he was here and doing this with you right now. He leaned in, a hard lick over your whole slit and your clit, a choked moan leaving you before he looked again, seeing how you respond, the clench of your hole and the throb of your sensitive bud he is achingly hard.

“You gonna stare at it all afternoon or are you gonna eat it?” Tiffany taunted and he says, “Shut it.” Before he leans in and latches on and sucking deeply.

“Oh God-Chucky yes!” It tumbled from your mouth so fast, eyes squeezing shut and you heard him hum in acknowledgement and satisfaction, the vibration you felt making you rock into his face. 

Not only did it feel amazing, it also felt hot just from that perspective alone, that this is how he wanted to do it. Tongue flicking up and from side to side, through your folds, and down. He kept any deviation up top and as he went along he felt out your reactions, what made you breathe deeper and make your body tense, he focused on a particular rhythm right where you needed it. 

Another curse broke out and Tiffany, who had of course been watching all of this with great interest, said teasingly, “He can’t be that good.” 

He pulled away briefly with a scoff, his mouth wet with you as he asserted, “Fuck you, yes I am.”

“I dunno about that.” She sighed and he threw her a look from between your legs, “Yes you do, you’ve had it yourself!” 

And as if to illustrate his point that he was done with this conversation his mouth locked back onto your cunt and your cry drowned out Tiffany’s retort. 

Considering how quickly you came before it didn’t take much for you to start getting close. You are so sensitive right now that almost anything fleets like it would be enough to get you there, his careful and specialised attention, with that undercurrent of need was more than needed to make you break apart. 

“Ye-yeah, just like that.” You begged, a small plea for him to not stop, to please just keep going, what you wanted was clear and nothing would make him stop. You rocked your hips, ground your throbbing clit on his tongue, unable to hold back, chasing your own end. The view right now was frankly stellar, his eyes were closed as he focused on you, brows furrowed in concentration, strong hands back on your thighs as he sucked on your clit like his life depended on it. 

He was still far too dressed, as was she, it was infuriating, you were naked, totally bare and you hadn’t even seen him without a shirt on. 

You can feel her next to you,  still watching, can hear her heavy breathing over the blood rushing in your ears, she was just as affected as he was earlier, stuck watching but not partaking. Then, the climb reached its peak, you weren’t on the edge anymore, you were over it. You cum so hard, you don’t think a single coherent word makes it through just a mess of weak moaning as you tremble on the end of his tongue, lost in bliss as he doesn’t relent through your orgasm. You aren’t capable of thought at the moment but if you were it would probably be related to a complete inability to choose between them and be the deciding factor in this contest. How could you ever choose? 

Both were so good but for entirely different reasons, both had completely different approaches that felt thoroughly them. It was like comparing your favourite dinner and your favourite dessert, they are both fantastic but both in totally different categories. How can you seriously compare one orgasm between another? The whole idea of this contest is ludacris but really, the competition is nothing more than an excuse and can you really complain when the centre of it is about you getting off hard and often.

Back to the moment you are currently locked in, unable to stay still, his head still buried between your thighs. 

He softens as you reach the end of it, no longer sucking fiercely instead taking it slower, making sure you aren’t too overstimulated until you make a sound that is clearly discomfort and then Tiffany is kissing you before Chucky has even broken contact. 

You rush to kiss her back and she moans into your mouth, you are reaching out, starting to touch her, hands on her shoulders as Chucky finally breaks away, you feel the bed shifting, him moving to be closer. In between kissing her you start to tell her, “I wanna make you feel good, both of you, want it so much-”

Cutting yourself off as your other hand locks onto Chucky’s collar and pulling him to you, stealing a kiss from him that he leans into for only a minute, until Tiffany is asking, “Wait, wait, wait, who won?”

He hummed and broke the kiss with you to ask, “Yeah, who won?”

You aren’t having it, you attempt to force another kiss but he pulls back, “Uh-uh, tell us-” when he denied you his mouth you leaned down and worked at his neck instead and that made his sentence break off. You kiss and touch, your hand slides down Tiffany’s shoulder and ghost over her chest and you don’t let up. Tiffany tried to ask again and you muttered, “You told me to worry about you and him later. And now? It’s later.”

That is enough and makes their shared resolve break. It escalates quickly after that. Mid make out with Tiffany you started to pull at her clothes and he helped, her jeans are taken off and it is more skin than has ever been exposed to you so far. She favoured skirts and dresses with short hemlines, you had seen plenty of her legs so far, but now they were bare, no tights or stockings, and also those deep purple panties and her gorgeous hips totally on display. You reach out and touch, hands on her thighs and you inhale deeply, her skin is insanely soft and warm, she leaned up closer to you with a sigh, wanting more. 

You provide. 

You rush leaning forward, a hungry kiss, deep and needy, her tongue makes the first move to your mouth, another shared moan from the rush it brings to you both. Your hand is between her legs, feeling her up for the first time and your head is swimming as if she was touching you again. 

Chucky isn’t going to be left out like this, he throws her jeans aside and his hands are on you both next, “You forgettin’ about me already?”

You broke the kiss with Tiffany and you affirmed with an indulgent smile, copying her from earlier as you said, “Never.” 

He grabs a hold of one of your hands and brings it down, he opened his belt and pants, you palm him and really feel him as he teases, “You sayin’ I’m unforgettable?”

You close your hand around him, squeeze through his underwear after you had slid your hand into his open pants and you feel his breath stutter slightly and fuck if that isn’t a powerful feeling. “More like insufferable.” Tiffany quips as she touches you, reaching out, vying for more of your affection and attention as he starts to protest, you flex your hand once more and put a stop to another petty argument starting. A fond, “Shut up.” 

He listens. 

A good position for all of you is found. It isn’t spoken about, not seriously, a few brief words and pulls in between making out and you all settle in. Tiffany is perched on your thigh, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her slick and silk covered slit on you, he had his underwear pulled down and your hand wrapped around his bare shaft as a strange and new rhythm is found for the first time. It’s a little clumsy, definitely rushed, frantic, a bit thoughtless, much more about feeling because fuck, this has been coming a long time. 

It’s all a blur, of hands and mouths and desperate pleas and moans, panting breaths. It isn’t just you working, both of them know the other so well, hands still gravitate to each other as well as you, mouths still meet and before you can really think at all she is telling you she’s close. It shouldn’t be so shocking but it is, sending another rush of heat through you, Tiffany, totally stunning, usually so composed, with well timed and appropriately biting remakes and jokes, with smudged make-up, about to cum on your thigh. 

You feel an intense urge to kiss her, to have her moan her release into your mouth and but the want to hear her is much, much stronger. Your hand slows slightly as you are touching him and he doesn’t complain, in fact he was so close he whispered right in your ear, just for you to hear, “Watch.”

There is no pithy response to that, all you wanted to do was what he told you to and you got to see her fall apart for the first time before your eyes, and what a sight it was. Partially clinging onto him and onto you, pretty manicured nails biting into your forearm as her hips bucked, wonderfully broken moans spilling out from between her lips, slick with sweat and trembling. Christ, you could watch her forever, you wanted to, you wanted to do this over and over and be even more of a direct cause, rather than her just using your thigh to get off. 

One thing pulls you out of your reverie and that is Chucky’s hips moving, fucking into your slick fist, you break your attention from her, sliding off of your thigh slowly as she attempts to catch her breath, you focus on him. It doesn’t take long with all the build up so far, in two minutes he is breathing out a warning of his own end and Tiffany's fingers graze over his thigh as she prompts gently, "Do it sweetface." 

It must have been all he needed to tumble over the edge with a curse, cum pumping out over your fingers. The pleasure is painted clear on his features, brows pulled together, eyes closed, you don’t resist and lean in, kiss him and swallow the groan he let out, hand not slowing until he winced and pulled away and you let him. 

You sat back on your heels and brought your hand up and started to clean up your fingers, sucking the mess up greedily, he tasted surprisingly good and you caught him watching you, a coy smile crossed your face after pulling your cleaned fingers out. 

“Fuck.” He spoke and you had to agree, the tone and cadence with which he said it, that word said it all. 

You took those clean fingers and made them dirty again, scooping up the mess Tiffany left on your thigh and if he tasted good she tasted great. 

You would call this a fairly successful first hook up, there was some closeness shared in their bed after that, everyone not explicitly cuddling but all touching, comfortable silences too. You felt unreasonably happy, still high on how well it has all gone and it wasn’t over, you could feel some lingering energy that there might be more in store for the afternoon but there was no rush. 

One of those comfortable silences broken, a sweet and sincere compliment as Tiffany asked Chucky, “Can you get over how hot-” and then she said your name.

Your blood ran cold. 

In any other circumstance hearing her post hook up sighing your name like that would be a total fucking joy, a revelation. If only it was your name and not just what she thought your name was. 

He was agreeing and said it too and you bit your bottom lip as you cursed internally. You felt so fucking stupid, you totally forgot about the fake name that was given to them back at your job, you haven’t corrected them yet. Man, nothing makes a person crash back to Earth from their post orgasmic high quite like having to grapple with this complex issue wondering if you should just go by this name and essentially lie, or, ruin the mood and admit you have known them for this long going by this false name. 

You seriously thought about it, barely listening but the sinking feeling in your stomach, you knew you had to fess up and come clean before this dragged on any longer. You knew the hook up could continue but coming clean was more important than getting fucked and so you spoke up. It was now or never as you said too loudly as you sat up, “That’s not my name!”

They both paused, looked over at you and she asked, “What?” and he followed up with, “Yeah, what?” 

“I…That name you have been calling me, it isn’t my real name. It’s a um fake name I go by at work, the bartender? Logan? I tell him that if anyone ever asks my name to tell them that instead, all my coworkers do that.” You said it all in a single rushed exhale, metaphorical guts now on the space on the sheets between you and them. 

“And why do you do that exactly?” He asked, his tone sounded genuinely confused and you sighed, “There was a  co-worker of mine, they had a not so great experience with someone at an old club of mine who got too friendly and I had a few not so awesome times myself and it just became a thing I did…A protection thing or a uhm, preventive measure kinda thing.” 

You took a deep breath and said, “I wasn’t expecting all of this when you first asked for my name but I like you both a lot. I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, I legitimately forgot until you both said my name and I figured now was better than never.” 

You felt better after saying it all but you waited for their response, they looked shocked and to be perfectly honest they were. They were hiding secrets, plenty of them, they thought they had you all figured out, that you were obvious, but no, you were hiding stuff too. You were more like them than they thought and that was a lot to contend with. It was quiet, the air in the room felt different. 

“What is your name then?” Tiffany asks and you give it as easily as you breathe, softly you tell them your real name. 

They shared a look that once again communicated something you couldn’t pick up on, she gave a half shrug and he nodded and she said, “I think I like that name better anyway.” 

“Yeah agreed, suits you much more.” He affirmed. 

That was a small comfort but their body language and the rest told you that this was still not right, you figured they just needed time. You glanced at the clock and the encroaching darkness outside the window and offered, “It’s getting late, I think I might get going.” 

They didn’t fight you on leaving, simply stating, “If you want to.”

You got redressed, they got partially dressed themselves and walked you to the door, a light kiss from him and one from her on your cheek and you departed, tied skates on your shoulder and coat pulled tight around you. 

You felt off but good that you were honest, the ball was in their court, whatever they chose to do with this new information, all you could do was respect their choice. You stepped out onto the street and it felt much, much colder than it did earlier. 

[itsmajel]

I posted 1,456 times in 2022

That's 146 more posts than 2021!

72 posts created (5%)

1,384 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ruffboijuliaburnsides

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

@yetanotherobsessivereader

@comebackcas

@thelittleblackfox

I tagged 162 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 30 posts

#buddie - 44 posts

#majel arts - 29 posts

#fic rec - 25 posts

#911 fox - 22 posts

#911 fanart - 21 posts

#majel reads - 20 posts

#buddie fanart - 16 posts

#self promo - 16 posts

#because look i made this! - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#nowadays if the post does not have pictures i am usually confused at least 3/4 of it until ive figured out who its about

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Remember that shirtless firefighter calendar from season 2 that Eddie and Buck didn’t get into?

Yeah, me too.

Anyone else bummed we didn’t get to see their entries because damn we should have?

Yeah, me too.

Fortunately I remembered I can in fact draw and cast them both for 2022. I know I already drew Eddie once but I felt like I could do even better now and also I just can’t stop myself and really why should I?! So here we go again:

Eddie’s second entry to the LAFD Calendar 2022. Buck had no input in this pose, but it has him hot under the collar anyway. Enough to have him shelling out 18 bucks for a calendar he already owns. Again, it’s for charity and Evan Buckley is a charitable guy.

See reblogs for links to Buck’s and Eddie’s other entries and TK’s and Carlos‘ entries to the Austin first responder calendar 2022.

[Image description: The artwork shows a man—Eddie Diaz—posing shirtless. One neon yellow and silver suspender is visible, draped over his left shoulder and secured to the waistband of his dark pants. The thumb of his left hand is hooked in the black clasp of the suspender, resting on his hip. The red band of the right suspender is just about visible, undone and hanging down by his right hip. A smattering of chest hair lines Eddie’s naked chest, as well as a happy trail disappearing into his pants. A tattoo in Spanish can partially be seen wrapped around his left forearm, the words ‘la mente y’ just about visible. The background is a turquoise hue with streaks of white through it. The artwork was done digitally.]

202 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#4

“Did you know you produce enough saliva in a year to fill two bathtubs?”

“Are you seriously giving me facts about saliva right now?”

“What? It’s interesting and sort of relevant and -”

“Buck, just shut up and kiss me okay?”

Smiling Buck closed the space and did just that. He kissed Eddie and it felt like fireworks exploded in his chest. Bursting with colour and light and warmth and something that felt an awful lot like happiness...

* * * *

I’m finally back with some Buddie art and this one is dedicated to all the magic, fireworks going off, world stopping, world changing first kisses in fanfic. I love them and Buck and Eddie deserve one. So this is my attempt to visualize that special moment. It’s also the first Buddie kiss I drew way back in …. May. Yes that’s how long it took me to post this even though I’ve been posting my art chronologically (the pride month art being the exception). So yeah please stay tuned for more to come. 

See reblogs for links to more Buddie art by me and the taglist.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men kissing in the foreground—one taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) on the right, and one shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) on the left. Both men’s eyes are closed. Eddie is heavily stubbled, wearing a maroon T-shirt and Buck is wearing a grey T-shirt with his signature birthmark visible around his left eyebrow. They are backlit by a bursting lens flare. The background is a soft, baby blue hue, with a myriad of coloured confetti decorating the image. The artwork was done digitally.]

263 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

A Buddie sticker design I did for my lovely and beloved friend @octoberobserver who complained there wasn’t enough Buddie merch out there.

I am personally holding her responsible for a) getting me into this mess by making me binge watch season 1 - 4 of this silly litte show and even worse b) delivering the epiphany that Eddie is in fact hot guy from Step Up 4.

For once I have not crawled willingly into this dumpster but been forcefully shoved. Anyway hi 911 Buddie folks, I love it here!

330 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#2

“Dad, come on! Buck wants to take a picture of us!”

“Yes Eddie come on, I want to take a picture of us!”

“Of course you do, don’t you have a million of them already?”

“Yeah, but one can never have enough pictures of one's favourite Diaz boys. Also I have a feeling this is gonna be a good one!”

* * * *

I’ve been promising some Buddie family art and deliver I shall. Here’s Buck’s favorite playground selfie of the three of them. Eddie teases him for having it as his phone background but it gives him a little happy flutter in his stomach whenever he looks at it so he doesn’t mind. Especially when he finds a copy stuck on Eddie's fridge a few days later.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men in the foreground—one blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and one brunet (Eddie Diaz) standing either side of a young brunet child wearing glasses (Christopher Diaz). Everyone is smiling brightly at the camera that is being held up by Buck, posing in front of the outline of a playground. Buck, on the left side of the frame, is wearing a red shirt with a white T-shirt peeking through underneath. Christopher, in the middle, is wearing a light blue shirt while Eddie, on the right, is wearing a darker blue T-shirt. In the background, a bright, clear blue sky can be seen behind the outline of the playground. The artwork was done digitally. ]

366 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy Pride month everyone! Here are Buck and Eddie celebrating the day and proudly showing the world that they are, in fact, more than buddies! ❤️ 🌈 

[Image description: Artwork shows two men—one a taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and the other, a shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) kissing. On the left—Buck is wearing a black T-Shirt. He is holding up a bisexual flag (pink, purple and blue striped) in the air with his left hand. On the right—Eddie is wearing a grey T-Shirt. He is holding up the gay flag (rainbow striped) in the air with his right hand. Both men are wearing pride wristbands and their faces are painted with a pride flag, one on Buck’s right cheek, and one on Eddie’s left. Their eyes are closed and smile lines are visible. The background shows a bright blue sky, with fluffy clouds, while multicoloured confetti rains down over the entire image. The artwork was done digitally.]

916 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

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[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

[pinkteapotwriting]

I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut

Word count : 1830

Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well

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Surprise, surprise.

It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.

“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”

“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”

“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”

“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.

“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”

“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”

“Well, yeah I guess.”

James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.

“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”

“Ask Sirius.”

“I already did ask Sirius!”

“Ask Sirius.”

“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”

Remus shut his book.

“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”

“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”

Sirius had his face in his palms.

“Can we change the subject please.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”

“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”

Sirius was still groaning into his hands.

“She’s so fucking oblivious.”

Remus chuckled.

“Quite.”

Quite what? Confused definitely.

“I don’t understand.”

The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.

“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”

“Then why don’t you-”

“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”

“Really? You guys want me that way?”

James shrugged meekly.

“If you’ll have us.”

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”

Sirius’s head popped out.

“Right now?”

“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”

“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Jamie, do you want this too?”

“Yes please.”

“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”

“Very much so.”

“Enthusiastic consent.”

“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”

You smirked at Sirius’s comment.

“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”

“Ooo scary.”

“So be it.”

You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.

“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”

“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”

“What about me?”

“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”

He huffed.

“Suit yourself.”

You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.

You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.

You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.

“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”

You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”

He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.

“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”

“I’ve never sucked-”

“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”

You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.

“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”

Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.

“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”

James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.

“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”

“F-feels good.”

“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?

“Y-yes.”

You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.

“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”

Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.

“Y/N”

James' voice was raspy.

“Yes baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”

“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”

“Please.”

“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”

“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”

“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”

You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.

You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.

“This alright Jamie?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, can I move now?”

“Yes please.”

You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.

“James, fuck.”

But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.

“Like this Y/N?”

“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”

Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.

“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”

It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.

“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”

“Fuck-”

As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.

You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.

“I need you”

“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”

Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.

“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”

He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.

“M’close Y/N”

“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”

He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.

“You guys never told me you were subs.”

“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”

“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”

Remus cleared his throat.

“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”

“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”

“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”

“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”

Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.

He’d have to learn the hard way.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @midnightgremlin @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @agalandhermarvelobsession

[bellarkeselection]

Hero Date Night

Request from @make-me-imagine Buck and the reader are supposed to have their first date. But a semi truck explosion causes a huge crash so the reader has to save herself.

Warning - blood, injuries, curse words.

Tonight is my first official date with Buck. Sunset is lowering in the distance of the highway. Resting my hands on the steering wheel as I'm wearing a simple green dress with tenna shoes. My phone starts ringing so I put the caller on speaker. "Who is it?"

The voice of Buck comes through the phone. "You're hot firefighter date." I can hear the smirk in his voice watching a semi truck behind me that is riding too close.

"I'm on my last call for the evening. Then I'll meet you at the restaurant." He explained making me smile. Two cars are in front of me. I squint seeing the first car suddenly break. The car in front of me braked hard making me have to do the same. The semi that's riding my tail doesn't bark hard enough and slammed into the back of my car.

Glass shatters around me as I slam my head on the steering wheel. "Y/n. What happened!" Buck's voice rings in my ear and through the phone.

Lifting my head up my blurry vision catches sight of my right ankle twisted and blood coming from forehead. "B-Buck...911. Oh shit-shit!" Flames started coming from the gas from the semi truck behind me.

The smoke rises around me hearing Buck shouting to his team. "Don't worry we're on our way. Guys, let's go Y/n's in trouble!" The last thing I hear from the phone is the firetrucks siren. I start heavily coughing feeling air being sucked from my lungs I start to close my eyes.

'In my daily work you gotta push through whatever is in your way.' Buck had told me that the first time we met after he helped my friend who was allergic to shrimp and needed help. Opening my eyes I realized that's what I need to do now.

Reaching for my seatbelt I snap it with a pocket knife I got from my dad last year. The flames surround me making everything in front of me turn smokey grey and bright flames. Flipping the blade around in my hands I try stabbing my driver's side window but it doesn't work so I slam my left elbow harshly against the window three times before it cracks and shattered.

Forcing myself to knees I wince feeling my ankle shot with pain. Gripping the side of the window I cut my hand a little on glass but force my body out the window halfway. Barley keeping my eyes open I see red flashing lights of ambulances and firetrucks. "Buck she's here!" I heard Bobby his boss call out.

"Y/n. Hey, hey. It's me. It's Buck!" His voice calls out to me as I felt his hands cup my face with Chimney helping Bobby lift my body out of the car. Glancing around I see I'm now in an ambulance Buck starts to get out but I grab his hand. Bobby nods to allow. "Go with her, Buck. We can handle this."

Buck sits down looking over my injuries as I coughed into the breathing mask. "Evan. I'm sorry-about tonight." He brushes my bloodied hair back with his freehand. "Don't be. You saved yourself tonight."

"I'm only sorry that we'll have to reschedule our date." He kisses my forehead as I squeeze his hand. "Me too. But I think you deserve a week off for being a hero tonight."

[bunkerbucky]

Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve. 

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

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What A Shame

I LOVED writing this one it is hot and fast. ;) Enjoy 

Bucky has a shitty girlfriend and he soon realizes he should be with you instead. 

Word Count: 1554

"Bucky, you gotta move on from her. She treats you like garbage, and I get that part of you thinks that's what you deserve, but it isn't. You know if I am honest, Y/N would -"

"STOP. I can not think of her that way, nor do I want to. And thank you for the advice, but Alice said she had something to say, so I will hear her out. I am not saying I am going to forgive her; I am saying that I would hear her out and that if her apology is sincere, I would be willing to try and work on things."  Bucky said, cutting Sam off in the process.

"Ohh are you guys talking about Buck's POS ex-girlfriend?", Y/N asked walking up behind them with the key to the door they were all now standing in front of. She threw the key to Sam, and he unlocked the door.

"I am going to stop telling you two anything about my personal life," Bucky grumbled as he kicked the door in and fired shots into the room. They were raiding another enemy bunker with some special tech that needed to be recovered or destroyed. They were a well-oiled machine at this point. As soon as they breached and secured the room, they called for backup. Their job was done now, and it was time for them to go back home. -------------------------------------- 2 Days Later

"My my my Mr.Barnes, you do clean up well.", Y/N said, playful taking in the now cleaned-up Bucky standing in the kitchen.

Sam let out a low whistle, "I know what you are trying to do and it ain't gonna work on her."

"Wait, What are you trying to do?" Y/N questioned. "Nothing, at all. Sam is just being stupid." "Nah, he is trying to make sure that if he has to reject her, he looks good - make her feel bad about cheating..." "Alleged cheating." Bucky interrupted. "Fine..alleged cheating. But he wants to also make sure he turns her on if he decides to forgive her." Sam finished. "OHHHHH makes sense." Y/N snickered, trying to play along.

Bucky sighed and turned. He had a date, no, not date, a meeting to get to, and he wanted to be tastefully late, not rudely late. He was almost out the door when Y/N ran up and said, "Hey Buck, by the way, the outfit works." Then closed and locked the door.

"Why you gotta play with the man like that?" Sam asked, chuckling under his breath. Y/N didn't say anything. She just shrugged her shoulders and walked off to the living room.

She and Sam were in the middle of watching The Fast and The Furious when the door burst open, and Bucky stomped in.

"You're back soon," Y/N said from her spot in the recliner. She had put on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt once Bucky had left, not expecting to see him until tomorrow morning.

Sam had turned over his shoulder to look at Bucky, "What happened?" "I ... I guess I will never understand the thinking of a woman," Bucky said with finality and bitterness. Sam sighed, "She didn't apologize..." "Nope, not even once. Tried to say it was because I was gone so much," he shot with a dry humorless laugh. Y/N started to stand up and walk toward the kitchen counter, making sure to pull up the oversized shirt so Bucky could see the curve of her ass as she walked. He had always told himself that there could never be anything between them because Y/N was younger, well younger than he was. She was bright and carefree, both things Bucky tended not to be. But he couldn't lie and say after what Sam had said and the comment she had made earlier, he was starting to consider it. His cock twitched in his pants as her hips swayed in the leggings.

"What a shame, Buck. What a shame. Could've been with me this whole time instead of what's her fucking name," Y/N said, turning and hopping up on the counter, only successfully hiding the smirk she had and not the playfully sinful look on her eyes.

Buckys heart studdered and halted, "With you?"

Sam smirked to himself, knowing that Bucky couldn't ignore it now. Sam had seen it a while ago. They complimented each other slowly. Both of them had started to see it too. "Told ya."

"Sam?" "Yea" "Get out now," Bucky snapped, stalking over to where Y/N sat on the counter, pushing into the space between her legs and getting in her face. "You really want this, Sunshine?" Although it mostly came out harsh as he wrapped his arms around her, there was a softness and genuine kindness behind his words.

"You're smart Barnes, I'm sure you can figure it out." Hearing his last name on her lips was all he needed. He lunged forward and captured her lips. His kiss was soft and gentle at first but soon gave way to hunger. Y/N wrapped her legs around Buckys waist and pulled him in even closer. She moaned into him when his hand tugged softly at her hair. She broke the kiss panting. "God, you taste good, Sunshine," Bucky said, pulling Y/N back in. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and slide her hands underneath. His skin was warm and soft in contrast to the hard muscles that moved along his abdomen. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She tugged at the shirt haphazardly, and Bucky got the idea, pulling away and taking his shirt off. Y/N bit her lips at how incredibly turned on she was by the man in front of her. He had barely touched her, and she could already feel the wetness growing between her legs. Bucky was back to her in a moment, shoving his own hand up under her shirt. She gasped at the cool touch of metal to skin.

"Sunflower, if that's the reaction I get from just wrapping my arms around you - you're gonna be ruined by the end of this." He pushed her shirt all the way up and over her head. He growled when he looked down to find Y/N wasn't wearing a bra and was already bared for him. He palmed her breasts and started to kiss down her neck. One hand continued to palm her while the other went to play and twist her nipple. Y/N bit her lip in hopes of stifling the moan he had pulled out of her. Instead, Y/N slid her hands towards the button of his jeans, desperate to get her hands on him. She was able to get the button and fly of his jeans and immediately slid her finger into the space between his jeans and briefs and felt his hard cock. Bucky twitched in her hand and growled, "Careful, Sunshine, you are making it hard to be a gentleman."

"Maybe I don't want a gentleman," she said, running her hand down the length of his cock. "Just remember, princess, you asked for it." Before Y/N knew what was happening, Bucky had pulled her hand from him, scooped her up, and put her on the floor. Then, he yanked her leggings off of her and pulled himself free of the confines of his briefs. Y/N, just starting to catch up to what had happened when Bucky jerked her up and placed her back down on the counter. Then, he moved back in between her legs and slide two of his metal finger into her. Y/N was glad that Bucky had his other arm wrapped around her. She almost fell backward at feeling him slip in and out of her.

"Oh my ...god...please..." Y/N begged. "What, Sunshine? What do you want?" "More...please..." "That's it, use your words. What exactly what you want?" "You...... I want you in me...... Please...."

Bucky couldn't hold back any longer after hearing Y/N beg for him to be in her. He moved his hand to her hip and slid all the way into her. She was tight and warm and felt fucking fantastic. He pulled her up off the counter, and Y/N wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Bucky pumped into her, and Y/N could immediately feel her orgasm building. He was hitting her just right, and it turned her on even more than he was able to do while holding her. Bucky could feel his own orgasm building and knew, by the way, she was tightening around him, Y/N wasn't far behind.

"That's it, Sunshine, you like when I fuck you rough. Make you mine."

Y/N couldn't respond. She was cumming hard as Bucky continued to fuck her through it. She had never felt so good in her life.

"Sunshine. Answer me, who is fucking you good?"

"You are James. You are." Bucky's hips stuttered, and his eyes flew open wide. He had expected her to call him by his first name, but he loved the sound of it on her lips. A few more thurst, and Bucky was cumming as well.

They stayed there for a moment, both coming down from their highs. Bucky placed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead and whisper, "Come on, Sunshine. Let's get you cleaned up for round two."