#buck bin

[coughloop]

I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers I hate clothing resellers

[blujayonthewing]

actually the best thing about a lot of video games is the ability to quickly and easily delete shit from your life that you don't want anymore and instantly turn them into money instead

[mikkaeus]

I feel like a switch flipped in my head when I realised you can pay people to do things you don’t want to do. Like there are people that will clean your bins for you! Your car! And it’s not even that expensive!

[daphnis-is-screaming]

Being an adult is biting a bullet and spending ~170 on a Soda Stream for your grandma’s 70th birthday bc she’s got a sparkling water habit and TBH…the machine is cheaper and more eco friendly than buying bottles.

[chaoticdesertdweller]

"CREEPY DOLL w/ Photo $50" **Not my pics**

[hellotherepaul]

Tests for my vampire costume for Halloween 😈

High key channeling gerard way

[shanethebeastssimblr]

Buck’s on his way in and Blossom’s on her way out.

[shadowcat222]

Gonna wash my hair to go to the comic book shop that smells like cat piss </3 but hey they have secondhand transformers so. Worth it?

[agayconcept]

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[horse-infamous]

PFF con Haul ❤️

[pellucid-constellations]

Faking It

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was in love with his girl—disgustingly, annoyingly so. Enough to start fights on the ice just to make sure he saw her after a game.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is FLUFF!! With HOCKEY MAN

a/n:​​​ This was originally something completely different but then I hated it so now it's all fluff and now I do not hate it. Pleaseeeee let me know what you think and if you enjoy it!! I love you thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️

Masterlist

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“Jesus Christ, Buck. Again?” 

Bucky grinned, split lip tightening uncomfortably. When he turned to his captain, he had the gall to act oblivious. “What do you mean, captain?” 

Steve gave him a disapproving look. “Give it up, pal. There was no need to pick a fight with that guy and you know it.” 

“He was talking shit about the team!” 

“They’ll always be a player talking shit about the team.” 

“Then why’re you breathing down my neck right now, huh? We won. Be happy, Cap,” Bucky encouraged, slinging an arm over his shoulder. Steve raised a brow back at him but was clearly fighting back a smirk. Bucky could tell by the way his eyes lifted, contrasting his deep—albeit fake—frown. 

In truth, Bucky had been looking for a fight. He’d been looking for a plethora of fights since the start of the season, and was usually quite successful with his venture. It had garnered him quite the reputation, but where the crowd saw it as a short-fuse on a large man, Steve saw it for what it really was. 

An opportunity to see you. 

And while Steve could appreciate the dedication, it made one of his best players ride out unnecessary time in the penalty box. 

“I am happy. Just not with you,” Steve clarified, knocking Bucky’s arm away. 

Bucky let out a sound close to a scoff. “Even with my extra time in the sin bin I still helped carry. It’s just part of the game, Steve. Gotta protect the team’s pride.” 

“Yeah,�� Steve drawled sarcastically, stopping in front of the locker room doors. “I’m sure that was your reasoning. What was it last game? Someone said something about your ma?” 

“Hey, he did.” 

“They always do.”

Heavy footsteps created a commotion in the hall, the rest of the team finally catching up with the pair. They funneled their way into the room for showers and a fresh change of clothes, and Steve stood with his crossed arms leaning against the wall, somehow still directing an admonishing look towards Bucky amidst the crowd. Bucky did his best to look baffled by the unspoken accusation, but then Sam Wilson passed by and Bucky’s ploy was disintegrated. 

“Hey man,” Sam greeted, slapping a friendly hand against Bucky’s arm as he passed. “You let someone beat the shit out of you again so you could go see your girl?” 

Bucky’s scoff returned, but this time Steve was having none of it. He kicked off of the wall and went to follow the rest of the team into the locker room. Bucky watched with a grimace, not only caught, but put on display.

“You know,” Steve called over his shoulder, not expecting Bucky to follow. “You’re dating the girl now. You don’t gotta keep up with this whole schtick.” 

“I don’t have a schtick,” he called back. At the responding laugh from Steve, Bucky yelled, “I don’t!” but no one was listening to him. Or believing him. 

But fine. If his schtick involved you, in any capacity, Bucky would admit to having one. 

Some of what Steve said was right. Bucky was dating you now. You were his girl and that would imply total access to you all the time, whenever he wanted. He didn’t need to pick fights or feign injuries anymore (the latter never really worked anyways), because he had a key to your apartment. And you were in his bed more weekends than not. 

But, damn, were you busy right now. 

Bucky had never really considered how much schooling went into becoming a physical therapist until he met you. You were typically swamped with papers and tests and requests from Dr. Cho, but this past month had been exponentially worse thanks to finals. He had seen you about once a week if he was lucky, and that was a generous estimation. Add your crazy schedule to the alarming amount of away games he had over the past few weeks and he was champing at the bit to see you. 

Bucky just prayed it was you in the training room today and not Dr. Cho. His odds were pretty favorable considering the team’s main trainer didn’t usually stick around after games if there were no major injuries, but there was always the off chance she let her interns go home early. But, knowing you, you would be in that room until the rink lights went off. 

God, he loved you. Every overworked, high-strung bit of you. 

He even loved the scolding look you shot him as he pushed open the training room doors, his bruises and cuts on full display. You dropped the pen you were tapping against an overflowing notebook and rocketed out of your rolling stool, and Bucky adored the way you stomped over to him, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the curse you clearly wanted to let free. 

“Hey, baby,” Bucky smiled, this time ignoring the sting in his lip. “Funny seeing you here.” 

You huffed, bringing careful fingers up to his chin. “Not very funny,” you mumbled. “Not when you look like someone hit you with their car.” 

Bucky let you fuss for a moment, following your touch as you turned his head back and forth and examined his split knuckles. This was your job, so obviously he let you do it, but he enjoyed watching you. So he didn’t stop you from lifting his jersey up to inspect his middle, because how else would he catch the cute way you scrunch your nose up in concentration? If he pulled his hands away when you started testing the range of motion in his wrists, when else would he be able to track your lips as you softly counted and mouthed gentle confirmations? 

Never. Because you were so damn busy. 

“Missed you,” Bucky said after sneaking a kiss on your forehead while you were prodding at the bruise on his collarbone. “I’ve been missing you a lot.” 

You let a small smile interrupt the disgruntlement on your face. Bucky grinned at the change, pressing another kiss to your hair while he still could. 

“Did you miss me enough to send a right hook into that guy’s jaw?” 

“Yes.” 

Your smile was gone again. Now you looked aghast. “Bucky.” 

“What?” he exclaimed, sliding his torn hands from your healing ones to wrap you in his embrace. “You want me to lie instead? Okay, fine. No, sweetheart, I didn’t start a fight just to have an excuse to see you. That guy got all these punches in on me because I’m out of practice, is all. I don’t think about you every waking second of my life, and while we’re at it, no I did not use your shampoo this morning because I miss how—”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed, resting your forehead on the divot in his chest. “I get it. Thanks for being truthful.” 

Bucky relished in the feel of you. He had been slightly worried that his state would cause you to be more upset than anything. If you weren’t so tired right now, there was a high chance you’d be yelling at him because of his recklessness instead of resting against his chest. So Bucky jumped at the opportunity, trailing one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. He craned his neck down, burying his face into the juncture of your neck. 

He hadn’t been lying about the shampoo. 

“I miss you too. Even if you act like an idiot sometimes,” you mumbled against his jersey. 

Something in Bucky felt lighter, warm. “Acting like an idiot’s the only way I get to see my girl.” 

You hummed. “Sorry ‘m so busy.” 

You had to be exhausted. Not even a single reprimand had tumbled from your mouth. Bucky had expected at least three. 

“When’s the last time you slept, baby?” Bucky kept his voice low, his thumb making unconscious circles against your hair. 

“I don’t know. In the night.” 

“Okay, thanks smart ass.” Bucky jostled you a bit until your eyes met his. “I meant when did you last take a break? Get a good night’s sleep?” 

You sighed, gaze trailing over his face. “Let me fix you up. Then we can play twenty questions.” 

“Baby—”

“No, Buck, this is the training room, if you haven’t noticed,” you quipped, stepping back and rifling through a few drawers. “Take a seat and I’ll fix you. That’s my job.” 

“Well, what about my job?” he grumbled back. 

“You have failed at your job. Your job is hockey and you instead played human punching bag.” 

“Not that job. My other job. The one where I take care of you.” 

You spun on your heel, a basket of supplies resting on your hip. The sweater that engulfed your frame had the university’s logo stamped across the front, but instead of jeans or slacks—the usual uniform for PT interns—you wore leggings. Your hair was pulled back in the most endearing, pretty mess, and Bucky’s chest hurt as he looked at you. 

“My tired girl,” he hummed, bringing his hand up to your cheek as you pushed him down on the exam chair. He sat if only to appease you, his feet still flat on the floor even with the tall seat.

“I’m only a little tired,” you weakly fought. Bucky chuckled in response, sanitary paper crinkling beneath him. “Now let me clean you up.” 

You snapped gloves onto your hands and Bucky fought back a petulant whine. If he had been any other member of the team, those gloves would have been on the second they walked in the door. He should be grateful, then, that you only put them on when it was time to tend to his wounds, but he wasn’t. He missed you too much to feel latex instead of your skin. 

Bucky’s lip stung as you cleaned it, but he hardly flinched. If he moved, he would miss the pretty way you bit into your lip as you stared at him. 

“Remember when I’d be in here all the time?” he asked when you turned back down to grab antibiotic cream. 

You let out a tired laugh. “How could I forget? You picked a fight every game. If that didn't work you’d come stumbling in here complaining about a torn ACL or whatever. Big liar.” 

“I wouldn’t call it lying.” 

The smile you gave him was replicated on his own face. 

“You were literally lying.” You dabbed the cream on his lip, and then moved to the cut on his cheek. “You would come limping in here and then I’d see you an hour later running out to the parking lot.” 

“You wouldn’t look at me if I wasn’t injured.” 

“It was my job, Bucky!” you laughed, eyes giving away your amusement. “I wasn’t supposed to be fraternizing with the players. I’m pretty sure Cho only lets us be together because you wouldn’t leave her alone otherwise.” 

Bucky moved his hands from his thighs to your waist, tugging you closer as you worked. “Hey, sometimes drastic measures are needed.” 

“You called her multiple times a day… bought her an edible arrangement. Wait, didn’t you offer to drive her kids to school a few times?” 

“It worked, didn’t it,” he posed, nudging his nose against your cheek. You giggled, lightly slapping his arm to get away. 

“The edible arrangement was a good touch,” you relented. 

Bucky released you as you wiggled from his grip, flitting around the training room to put supplies back. He spotted your backpack in the corner of the room, unzipped with the water bottle tipping out. When you sat down at the computer to document his care, which he found a bit ridiculous (you only put a bandaid on his face), Bucky walked over and gathered your things. He did so slowly so you wouldn’t notice; you probably had plans to stay at the rink for another few hours, and that was not okay with him. 

With a final zip and your water bottle now standing upright, Bucky meandered over to your seated position. He hooked his chin over your shoulder as you worked, leaning over and tapping your phone screen for the time. His heart twisted warmly in his chest when he saw a picture of himself smiling under the 8:00 pm displayed on the homescreen. 

After all the pining and work it took to get you, Bucky often felt this wasn’t real. 

God, he loved you. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you whispered, clicking away at the computer. “I still have some charting to do. Peter hit his head yesterday and I have to do the follow up work.” 

Still in his uniform, Bucky wrapped you up from behind. Now you would both need a shower and he could get you to leave. He kissed the back of your head, and then your temple, and then your cheek as he craned his neck to watch you work. You smelled like fresh laundry and books and the subtle hint of your perfume.

“Parker’s fine. He was up and playing today. Let’s go home, baby,” Bucky murmured, most of his words spoken against your skin. 

“I know he’s okay. But head injuries are a completely different protocol and I have to—” 

“I miss you,” he reiterated. “And you’re working too hard. All the lights are off in the rink ‘cept for this one. Come back to my place. Let me take care of you.” 

“Why don’t you shower and change first? I’ll leave with you once you finish.” 

Bucky spun your stool around suddenly, one hand on your waist, the other reaching back to steady himself on the desk now at your back. “Oh no, don’t try to pull that on me. I get back in here, you’re gonna tell me you started something new you can only finish on the PT computer and you can’t leave for another hour. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You let out a quick sigh, caught. “Well, what about—” 

“Nope,” Bucky interrupted. He used his far hand to shut the facility computer and then guided you up. “You’re coming home with me. You’re gonna sit in the car while I drive you to my apartment and then we’re gonna take a shower together and I’m gonna make you feel so good you don’t even remember what a concussion is.” 

“Bucky,” you chastised, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

His laugh shook your head. “Still so damn shy.” He reached down to grab your bag, slinging it over his shoulder and placing a hand on the back of your neck, meeting your averted gaze. “Just me in here, baby.” 

“I know. But you don’t have to be so vulgar.” 

“Vulgar? Sweetheart, if you want vulgar I’ll tell you exactly what I’m gonna do to you the second we—” 

You slapped your hand over his mouth, careful for the delicate skin there. Still, Bucky was sure you could feel his smile against your skin, and he fought back an even bigger one when he saw the embarrassed twist of your brow. 

Slowly, he pried your wrist down, kissing the palm of your hand on the way. “Sorry,” he whispered, not sorry in the slightest.

You pursed your lips, flustered. “You’re such an antagonizer.”

Bucky could do this every day and never grow tired of it. It had been months now and he found himself only wanting you more. 

“Can’t help it. I love you.”

Your faux annoyance morphed into a bashful smile, the kind Bucky remembered from his time faking injuries. It was reminiscent of when you were trying not to laugh at his jokes, or smile at his flirting, or give him any reaction he was looking for. 

But he always got what he wanted in the end. 

And, more than anything, he wanted you. 

“That one do the trick?” Bucky asked. “Am I finally getting my girl to come home with me?” 

When you looked up at him with raised brows and a smile twisted up at the corners, he knew you’d given up. Perfect timing, too, because—in all honesty—Bucky had been punched in the side during his on-ice tussle, and his ribs were starting to hurt. You were going to be pissed when you saw the bruise form tomorrow morning, but you would be pissed in his bed, so it was worth it to Bucky.

“I have to get a little bit of homework done when we get there,” you reasoned, pointing an accusing finger at your boyfriend. 

He threw his hands up in surrender, dropping one down over your shoulders as you both walked out. “Okay, okay. Homework at my place, I got it.” 

“That comes first, Bucky. Before anything else. Shower, then homework, and then… other things.” 

“I know what first means, baby.” 

“Good.” 

But Bucky had other plans, and they did not involve homework. He was pretty sure you were ahead, anyways. Like, weeks ahead, actually. 

“You eat dinner yet?” he asked, fishing his keys from his pocket. 

You looked up at him, incredulous. “What did I just say?” 

“What?” he defended, tugging you closer as the wind in the parking lot whipped at your clothes. “I can’t make sure my girl’s had dinner? What am I allowed to do?”

You only scoffed, tucking yourself further into his side. “Keep me warm.” 

“Always, baby.” 

[run2gyuz]

★ 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣 ★

Requested here

Switch!soobin x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: 3rd Soobin request of the day 💪

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: switch!soobin, cockwarming, nipple play, boob lover Soobin 🙌🙌, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap !)

𝙬𝙘: 885

MINORS DNI

When Soobin brought up the idea of a bet between the two of you you immediately knew it wouldn’t end well, “so, you sit on my cock and whoever moans first has to make the other cum however the winner wants okay?”. You begrudgingly accepted, though silently you were excited at the thought of Soobin being inside of you. As he edged you down onto his cock you threw your head back slightly, hovering as to let both of you collect yourselves. You looked at the boy, still hovering above him with half his dick inside of you. His head was lent back against the couch, eyes closed as his chest moved up and down with his breathing. You watched as he tugged on his bottom lip as to not make a noise, feeling his cock twitching inside of you, he was so easy. You smiled at his face, he looked quite relaxed, if someone had just seen his face they wouldn’t have thought his cock was nestled inside his girlfriend. He looked so calm, it almost made you not want to do what you were about to do, key word: almost.

You watched as the boys jaw slacked and his eyes rolled back, bringing his hands to firmly grab at your hips, as you quickly sank down completely on his cock. Soobin kept hold of your hips tightly before leaning his head against your shoulder mumbling out that you were, “so mean,”. You chuckled lightly before squeezing his cock with your tight walls, kissing his neck and letting your hands make their way to his hair. You heard Soobin’s breath hitch as he scrambled to get away from your touch, “don’t do that, you know I can’t control when you do that baby,” you laughed at him again explaining that that was the whole point. “Yeah I know I know just give me a minute to calm down a bit,” You complied, letting your hands find his hair once more to lightly pull and twirl his locks.

Soobin wasn’t going to let you win easily, finally coming up with an idea that he was sure would make you fold. You were snapped out of your daze when you felt Soobins hands grab yours and pull them to his chest. He repositioned himself so that he was still sat up but was slouched slightly which you then felt him reach so much deeper inside of you. “Soobin,” you warned slightly, yet you were ignored as he pulled your hands underneath his t-shirt to rub against his abs, knowing you loved to feel him. You lent down to kiss him, rubbing your hands against his abs, bringing your hands up his chest, lightly brushing his nipples and feeling him shift beneath you, slightly bucking into you. Your head filled with ideas of how to make sure that Soobin didn’t win, although you found it hard to concentrate as all you could feel was the closeness of Soobin.

You brought your hands from Soobins chest and took his hands into yours, bringing them beneath your shirt to your chest. You watched Soobins eyes narrow slightly as he let out a jagged breath. You felt as he squeezed your boobs in his hands, biting his lip and rolling his hips. You connected your eyes with his and brought your hands to his face, before you began to roll your hips against his. The boys eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breath quickened, attempting the push your hips away from his. “Come on baby, just tell me how much you want me, wanna hear you bin,”. He said nothing, knowing if he opened his mouth he’d let out such lewd noises, but he shook his head, leaning against your shoulder.

You felt Soobin’s cock twitch against your walls as you continued to roll against him, squeezing your walls ever so often but still to no avail. “Are you gonna cum pretty boy?” Soobin shook his head again, clearly lying, bringing his hand to your clit in an attempt to bring you to your edge with him. You whispered praises into his ear, feeling his movements against you become sloppy, “come on Soob, you wanna cum?” He nodded harshly as you watched his eyes gloss over with want. You brought your mouth up to his ear once again, lightly whispering, “do it then,”

Soobin let out a pornographic moan, letting his head fall back against the couch, clutching your hips and pushing you down against him as his legs shook and spurts of cum spilled out into you. After he’d calmed down from his high he laughed, locking his eyes with yours before mumbling, “fair play,”. You were about to get off of his dick but as if he could sense it, Soobin pushed you down onto him. You moaned at the feeling as he started to fuck up into you, hot cum dripping out of your cunt and onto his trousers that were still uncomfortably positioned half way down Soobins thigh. “It’s your turn now baby, and if I know you, which I do, you just want me to look after you hm?” You nodded, feeling Soobin flipping you over to lean you against the couch, “Okay then pretty, you ready for your prize hm?”

𝘼/𝙉: Like + reblog pls <3 Requests are welcomed

[bandgie]

I've very much been thinking about a small cock CHANGBIN! who wants nothing more than to hear how good and pretty he is <3

MDNI18+, gn!reader, not a small cock but average lol, cock-worship, praising (m!rec) handjob, blowjob, fwb implied, subby bin (lightly implied)

CHANGBIN! who isn't used to getting his cock worshipped. his previous sexual encounters teased him about his little cock a little too much. it's so chubby and thick that they hardly seem to care if he finishes or not. but that all changes when he meets you; Felix's nice and gorgeous friend

you're constantly raving to CHANGBIN! about what a nice cock he has. how good it feels in your mouth. not enough to make you gag violently, but enough for the corners of your mouth to stretch painfully good.

calling him a good boy with a pretty cock has him dripping in your hold, pulsing and whining and telling you he's shy. yet, that giddy little look in his eyes with his bashful smile is anything but

all that white pre cum getting on your fingers only excites you. CHANGBIN! squeals when you lick a fat stripe up his cock. his reactions are so cute, almost innocent. it's impossible for you not to put a show on for him. swirling your tongue around his tip to watch his hips buck.

and when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck? he's whimpering. you tell CHANGBIN! to look at you the whole time so he can see how much you love his cock. to make him see how tasty and delicious it actually is. you get to see his flushed face like this, his wide eyes and swollen lips

"Oh! Binnie's gonna cum! I- is that okay? Can Binnie cum?" Changbin, even as close as he is, needs to hear you say it. To say that you want his cum. It might seem like a power trip thing for some people, but he needs reassurance. That's he's worthy of cumming on your tongue. You slowly remove your mouth from him, hallowing your cheeks to make a powerful suction before popping off his dick. " 'Course you can, pretty. I'll make you cum as many times as you want."

[joelsgreys]

family

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Reader

summary: You and Joel have some news to share with Sarah.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) pregnancy, small age gap (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 35). fluff, fluff, fluff, Joel and Sarah being the most adorable father daughter duo.

word count: 3.3k

a/n:this is my response to this request right here; a huge thank you to whoever sent this one in!

You let out a small, tired sigh and wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. The early afternoon lunch rush at Moe’s Diner had just ended and you were exhausted beyond belief. Moe’s was one of the more popular locally owned joints in Austin, Texas, and while having a lot of customers coming into the establishment meant earning heftier tips and of course, a bigger paycheck, there was a small part of you that couldn’t help but wish that you could have at least one slow day, just one single day of the week where you weren’t waiting about a dozen tables all at once.

The moment you dropped the last stack of used plates into the plastic gray bin for Hugo, the dishwasher, to come and collect, you washed your hands thoroughly with soap and warm water and then made your way over to the old, electronic cash register behind the main counter to punch in the tips you’d earned after the rush; an hour’s worth of working and you had already made about a hundred bucks to take home at the end of your shift. As you finished logging your earnings, you could feel a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. You didn’t even need to look up to see that it was Joel. He had made something of a habit of coming to join you on his lunch hour. He’d been working longer and longer days lately, and if his only chance to spend time with you was during his lunch break, then that is exactly what he was going to do.

You tossed your receipt into the register and closed it up, turning to your coworker, Melinda. “Alright. All the tables have been cashed out, cleared, and wiped down,” You informed her, sticking your own copy of the receipt for your tips into the crisp, white apron of your uniform. “Mind if I go and take a break now?”

“Go right ahead. Don’t want to keep lover boy over there waiting for too long,” Melinda responded with a teasing wink.

“Oh, shut up,” You snipped at her, although the smile was evident in your tone of voice. You turned around and quickly poured two cups of coffee, a regular for Joel and a decaffeinated roast for yourself. Last week during your doctor’s appointment, your obstetrician reassured you that it would be a while before you really had to start easing up on the amount of caffeine you put into your body, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to start weaning yourself off of it while you were still in the earlier stages of pregnancy. Better to deal with the withdrawals sooner rather than later. “I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to help you with the next rush,” You told Melinda over your shoulder. You took the two cups in your hands and walked over towards one of the booths in the far corner of the fifties themed restaurant where Joel had chosen to sit today. You set his cup of coffee down in front of him and kissed his cheek lightly before sliding into the booth across from him. “I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. Two for one lunch special brought in a lot more people than Moe had anticipated.” You rolled your eyes, gently shaking your head. “He understaffed us. Again.”

Joel frowned as he noted, “I can tell. You look exhausted.”

“Which is basically code for, you look like shit, isn’t it?” You asked him teasingly.

“S’not what I meant and you know it,” he replied, rolling his eyes at you as he took a careful sip of his coffee. “You shouldn’t be workin’ so damn hard, y’know. S’not good for you to strain yourself, not in your condition.”

“In my condition,” You mimicked him with an amused little chuckle. It earned you a stern glare. “Oh come on, Joel. I’m only about six weeks along.” You shrugged your shoulders and then leaned back into the seat of the booth. “Come back to me with that bullshit when I’m in my third trimester and waddling around this place.”

Joel snorted. “Well, I’m hopin’ that by that time, you won’t be workin’ at all.”

Your playful smile faded slightly from your face. “What are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms stubbornly over your chest. It baffled you that he would even suggest such a thing. “We have a baby on the way. That means that I have to work, Joel. I have to work for as long as I possibly can before it comes. And then after a couple months of maternity leave, I’m going to have to come back and work some more.”

“Wait a minute, what about school?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. “How exactly do you plan to juggle studyin’ while workin’ and bein’ a mom too?”

Stumped on how to answer him without upsetting him, you remained quiet and chewed nervously on your bottom lip. He wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly told him yet, but the reality was that you knew it would be tough to handle all three and there was a pretty good chance that your teaching degree would have to be put on the back burner for an indefinite amount of time.

“You’re not givin’ up on that degree,” Joel asserted, as if he had read your thoughts. “No way in hell, I won’t let you. You only have one year left,” he reminded you firmly. “Look, business has been boomin’ on my end of things. If it stays that way, I can get you out of this place. Let you focus on bein’ a mom and gettin’ your teachin’ credential.”

You bit back a sigh. “Joel, it’s a bit too early to even be talking about all of this, don’t you think?” You said after a moment, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the conversation. “There’s no need to worry about that stuff yet.” Noticing the exasperated expression on his face, you outstretched your arm across the able and held out your hand. “I’m serious, Joel. I don’t want you to worry about it, not right now.”

He smiled warily as he took your hand in his. He leaned over and lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently. “Look, I know it’s early,” he acknowledged. “But I’m just plannin’ ahead.” He paused long enough to press another kiss onto your hand. “I just wanna take care of you, darlin’. That’s all.”

“I know you do,” You replied softly, squeezing his hand. You could see Melinda over behind the counter tapping the invisible watch around her wrist as if to tell you that your time was running out. “What time do you have to be back at the job site?”

Joel glanced down at his watch, but it was useless. The damn thing had stopped working once again, and yet he refused to take it to get repaired. “Probably have to start headin’ back soon, actually,” he realized, the disappointment present in his tone. He hadn’t gotten nearly as much time with you as he would have liked. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Tommy said he’s not gonna be home for dinner tonight,” he informed you. “Said he’s spendin’ the night with a buddy, but we both know what that means.”

You giggled. “Another blonde he met at the bar, huh?”

“Yeah, sounds ‘bout right.” Joel laughed and rolled his eyes. “But anyway, I was thinkin’ that tonight might be the night to finally tell Sarah, seein’ as it’ll just be the three of us. What do you think, baby?”

You squeezed his hand again. “I’m kind of nervous, Joel. About telling her.”

“Yeah, me too.” Joel wasn’t nervous for Sarah’s reaction because he’d thought she would feel negatively about the baby or about you. Rather, he knew his teenager would be horrified thinking about how this blessed miracle came to be seeing as he’d signed a permission slip for her to learn all about the birds and the bees in health class at school last semester. At thirteen, Sarah was in that one stage where anything that Joel did embarrassed her—or grossed her out.

And this would certainly gross her out.

“Jesus, here comes round two of the rush,” You muttered, watching three large parties of people walk into the diner. Reluctantly, you released Joel’s hand. “I should go and help Melinda. Besides, you really need to get back to work before you’re late.”

Both you and Joel slid out of the booth and stood up. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest in one of those tight, warm hugs that you’d grown to adore over the last couple of years. “I’ll be home on time for dinner tonight,” he promised you. “If you need anythin’ while I’m at work, you let me know, alright?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Joel.”

He let go of you and stood back, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m serious. You need anythin’ at all, you call me, alright? My phone will be in my pocket.”

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” You insisted, shaking your head as you laughed. “Now go on, get going before your boss chews you out for being late.”

“I am my boss, darlin’.” He grinned boyishly at you before pressing his lips lightly against yours, murmuring gently against them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, this is too good.” Sarah let out a small groan of satisfaction as she took another bite of her spaghetti. She turned to you a minute later, dabbing at her mouth with her paper napkin before telling you, “Have I told you that it’s my favorite? Because it’s my favorite and I simply must give my compliments to the chef.”

You lifted your chin slightly, feeling pleased with yourself. “Thank you.”

Joel pouted, feigning offense. “Now wait a damn minute, I thought the spaghetti that I made you was your favorite?”

“Dad, you use the jarred crap,” Sarah reminded him. “Her sauce is homemade. She actually makes it from scratch, like you’re supposed to.” She pointed her fork at him. “Your spaghetti is just one step above Chef Boyardee. And that’s being generous.”

Joel picked a crouton from the salad bowl in the middle of the table and flicked it at her. “Turd.”

“Bigger turd,” she shot back at him with a tiny giggle as she picked up the crouton and popped it into her mouth.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” You chuckled, waving a hand. “Settle down you two or I’ll put you both in timeout.”

“Y’see what you do? Gettin’ us in trouble,” Joel joked before biting into a slice of garlic bread.

Sarah stuck her tongue out at him. “You started it.”

You giggled, shaking your head.

You adored the dynamic between the two, although there were times when it could be a bit much. Somehow, you seemed to bring a bit of balance to it all—you had become the calm, level headed presence if and when Sarah and Joel’s antics ever went overboard.

You wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

Although Joel had been seeing you for about two or so years now, he hadn’t introduced you to Sarah until six months into the relationship. You hadn’t been offended by that in the slightest—you knew that he’d done his fair share of dating around before you came along, and he had made the sore mistake of introducing his young, impressionable daughter to a large number of different women who, in the end, never stuck around. Not wanting to cause any further confusion or strife for Sarah, Joel vowed never to bring another woman into his daughter’s life again, not unless he was absolutely certain it was someone who would actually stay.

That woman turned out to be you.

Joel had met you when he and his younger brother, Tommy, walked into Moe’s one afternoon for lunch. Tommy set his sights on you first, flirting up a storm, but it was Joel who you’d connected with. Joel ended up visiting the diner several times after that, going in for a cup of coffee at least every other day until he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date. That one date turned into two, two turned into three, and by date number six, you two had completely fallen for each other. Joel realized early on that you were the real deal, but nevertheless, he still chose to wait to introduce you to his then eleven year old.

When the time to meet Sarah finally came, you’d been so nervous; you were in love with Joel, but you knew that if his daughter didn’t like you, it could all come crashing down. Your first interaction with Sarah had been a little awkward, but as you got to know each other, things slowly started to shift in the right direction. The more time you’d started spending around her—with her—the closer you two became and your bond eventually flourished.

A few months later, you moved in with her, Joel, and Tommy.

“It’s going to be so nice having another girl around here,” Sarah had told you excitedly while helping you unpack a box of your things in Joel’s bedroom. “There’s way too much testosterone around here.”

The two of you had become inseparable.

Joel often liked to joke that she liked you more than she liked him.

He wasn’t totally wrong about that.

All you could do was hope that the news of the baby wouldn’t change how Sarah felt about you. You loved Joel, of course, but you’d grown to love Sarah too. They were your family.

The timer that you’d set on the oven started beeping loudly, pulling you from your train of thoughts. “Those would be the cupcakes that I made for dessert.”

“Chocolate?” Sarah asked you with shining, hopeful eyes.

“Of course. What other flavor is there?” You winked as you stood up from your chair.

She punched the air lightly. “Yes! Can I help you frost them?”

“As soon as they cool down,” You promised, touching her shoulder lightly as you walked by her and off into the kitchen.

“Tonight just keeps getting better and better,” Sarah sighed contentedly, picking up her fork.

Joel watched her for a moment in silence, a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said after minute or two, garnering Sarah’s attention. “You really like her, don’t you, kiddo?”

“Of course! She’s got to be like, the coolest person ever,” Sarah remarked in between more bites of her pasta. “What’s not to like? She’s smart, she’s pretty, she’s fun to talk to,” she started ticking things off her list. “She has amazing taste in movies and music. Oh, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”

He laughed, suddenly realizing that the Red Hot Chili Peppers band tee shirt she was wearing actually belonged to you. “You’re askin’ for her permission to wear her stuff, right?”

Sarah batted her eyelashes innocently at him. “She said that I didn’t have to ask. In fact, she said I could just help myself to her side of the closet whenever I wanted.”

Joel tossed another crouton at her. “I don’t care what she said, it’s still polite to ask, missy.”

“I’m just kidding, dad! Jeez,” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Of course I ask her. You didn’t raise a heathen.”

Joel snorted lightly and leaned back into his chair. “Sometimes I ain’t so sure about that, babygirl.”

After a minute, Sarah’s eyes met his across the table. “Hey, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You like her a lot too, don’t you?”

“A hell of a lot,” he answered, honestly. “You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like her.”

“Me either,” Sarah admitted. “But I’m really glad that you did.” She paused, offering him a tiny, but genuine smile. “You deserve to be happy, you know?”

Joel’s heart warmed inside of his chest. He lightly kicked her foot underneath the table with his. “Look at you being a big ol’ pile of sentimental goo.”

“And this is exactly why I don’t ever say anything,” Sarah huffed, but she giggled. “You always ruin it.”

“Always ruin what?” You asked as you walked back out of the kitchen. You took your seat and picked up your glass of iced tea looking between the two. “What did I miss?”

“Oh nothing, my dad is just being annoying, as always,” Sarah kidded before she began to polish off the remainder of her dinner.

A long, but comfortable silence fell over the table.

You glanced over at Joel, wondering when it would be time. His gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking you if you were ready. Although you weren’t, you gave him a subtle nod.

Joel cleared his throat. “Sarah?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s somethin’ that we want to tell you,” he began to say, earning himself a puzzled look from his daughter. He hesitated, as if trying to figure out the best way to just spit it out. “We’ve been wantin’ to tell you this for a couple of weeks now, but we wanted to find the right moment and well, I think this is it—we’re havin’ a baby.”

Sarah’s fork clinked loudly against her plate as she dropped it in surprise. “What?” she gasped, her wide eyes flicking to you. “Are you freaking serious?”

You nodded, wondering if that was a good reaction or a bad one. You couldn’t quite tell just yet. “I’m having a baby,” you confirmed, lifting a hand and running it nervously through your hair.

Sarah stared at you, her eyes still wide and what looked like a smile threatening to break out across her face. “Swear it?”

You exhaled a breath of relief. “Swear it. I’m six weeks right now.”

Letting out a little squeal, she jumped up from her chair and ran over to you, throwing her arms around your shoulders. “I can’t believe this!” She squeezed you tightly—a little too tightly. “Do you know what it is yet? When will you know? Can we start looking at baby stuff this weekend? Can we buy it clothes already?”

“Sarah, breathe.” Joel shook his head, although he was grinning from ear to ear. “And more importantly, let her breathe.”

“Shut up, Joel. She’s fine,” You waved a hand dismissively at him as you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be this excited.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sarah exclaimed as she pulled away. “This is the best news ever! I’ve been all by myself for so long!”

“Hey, what are we? Chopped liver?” Joel threw his hands up and then brought them back down onto his lap.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“No, I really don’t.”

Sarah shrugged. “Well, it’s just been me all these years, dad. But now I get to have a little brother or sister.” She paused and glanced at you. “Is it wrong to say that I really, really hope it’s a girl?”

“Then it would be three against one,” Joel realized, the color draining from his face slightly. “Jesus Christ, I really hope it’s a boy.”

“You have Uncle Tommy.”

“He doesn’t count.”

“Joel!” You snapped at him, causing Sarah to throw her head back and laugh. “Don’t say that.”

“The score is even,” Sarah stated. She pointed a finger at him as she walked back to her chair and sat down. “Two boys, two girls. The baby will be the tie breaker. When will find out what it is?”

“In a few more weeks,” You responded, chuckling at the way her face fell. “Trust me, they’ll go by faster than you think.”

“I can’t wait!” Sarah beamed brightly, looking between the two of you. “Oh man, this is awesome.”

Joel tilted his head curiously at her. “Yeah? You happy, babygirl?”

“I get to have a family,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on her chest. “A real family, like the ones you see on TV or in the movies." She looked at him, her eyes twinkling brightly. “Happy doesn’t even cover it, dad.”

[ackermanbloodline]

omggg NEED #29 “first one to cum loses” 😭😭😭🩷🩷

"First one to cum, loses." - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Author's Note: This was so fun to write, thanks Anon!

Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.

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“Pardon me?” 

“Levi, let’s be real. I can outlast you any day.”

“Is that so?” 

Levi’s eyebrow arches. You two clean up the kitchen together after dinner. He brushes scraps off of plates into the trash bin as you put leftovers into the fridge. 

“Mhm.” 

“You wanna test that theory out?”

“Don’t have to,” you shrug when you roll up your sleeves to start the dishes now the table is cleared and wiped. “It’s evident every time we fuck.” 

Something grabs your waist and spins you around, hard. Before you can even register it, you’re pinned up against the nearby wall. Levi’s body is pressed to yours as he uses one hand to pin both of your wrists above your head. There’s a soft but firm grip on your jaw. Levi’s lips go to your ear and the softness of his mouth brushes along the shell of your ear. Your eyes close. 

“That smart mouth of yours...” 

His voice is low and reverberates your entire body. He sounds so serious. He retreats and looks into your eyes, then down at your lips. His fingers trace your cupid’s bow. Saliva grows thick on your tongue. 

“That beautiful, delicious, undoubtedly fuckable mouth of yours.”

You try to lean in to kiss him but Levi keeps you steadfast against the wall. 

“Levi,” you whisper in need, slightly squirming against his grasp. 

“I want you to listen very carefully: I’m going to fuck you on this dining table. Now. And you’re going to take it. Without complaints and without protest. First one to cum, loses.”

Your eyes are wide at his words. He pronounces each one with such clarity and sharpness that it makes your stomach turn. His piercing, glass-shattering gaze is unwavering. There’s a spark in his dark irises as he turns his head at you. 

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

The moment the word is finished, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. You lean in to kiss him again and he pulls away. You frown as you look up at him when he sets you down on the edge of the dining table. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips and at the same time, his quick working fingers undo the button of your pants.

“No kissing.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I said so, baby.”

He pulls the fabric down your legs harshly in one smooth movement. They’re thrown to the side. His eyes don’t leave yours even as he makes a trail of kisses starting at the sole of your foot to your mid-thigh, switching legs every couple of kisses. Your fingers find their way into his hair, combing through the dark, long strands that cover his eyes when he looks at you a certain way. 

His hands tug at your shirt.

“Off.” 

A man of few words. You cross your arms as you grab the hem and pull it over your head, leaving you in nothing on top. His eyes revert to your breasts and he notices how your nipples are hard already. His gaze returns to yours. 

His head nods once, “Lean back.”

You do as you’re told, the coldness of the wood spreading across the skin of your spine. His mouth continues to work upward until he reaches your pelvic bone. He applies his lips in the softest of ways. That is, until he uses the very tip of his tongue to make a streak from down to up on your pussy. 

Your hips involuntarily buck upward at the contact. You can feel his eyes wandering on your body followed by a somewhat condescending chuckle. 

“Already so wet for me. There’s a spot right…” his finger lightly makes circles at your entrance, causing your legs to spread wider on their own. “here.” 

“Mm.”

He slides them down and off as quickly as he did with your pants. His thumbs carefully spread your pussy lips open before he goes in at full force. No gentle warmup. He is a man starved, and acting as if this is his last meal. Your loud moans echo throughout the house. His tongue brushes against your clit again and again and again. Your spine arches off the table. It feels so fucking good, especially when he moans as he eats it. 

Levi has made it abundantly clear by now that he eats your pussy for his pleasure, not yours. 

You fight the instinct to wrap your legs around his head. Your tensed calves lay on his strong, stiff shoulders. He’s ruthless. He takes your clit in his mouth, sucking gently, and shakes his head with soft vigor. It sends pleasurable waves through your limbs. Your body always responds to him so well. 

“Oh, god,” you shriek as you begin to rut against his face. Levi takes it, and at one point, you can feel his lips turn upward into a smile. He loves how he can break you down so easily. You never used to be like this, this vocal. But as time has passed, you have learned to let him know that what he’s doing feels good. 

“Need you to talk to me, baby. How am I making my girl feel?” 

“So, so good.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck.” 

“Good.”

Jesus Christ. Did you already forget? Your eyes shoot open as you mentally remind yourself to stay rooted in the present and to not get too wrapped up in the feelings of ecstasy. You focus on your breathing and try to fight the knot building in your pelvis as he continues to work his magic on you. 

When he adds one finger, then two, into the mix, you know it won’t be long before you’ll get close. The pads of his fingers brush up against that spot inside and it makes your eyes roll back. His tongue remains persistent. A combination of your cum and Levi’s spit drips down onto the table. Rather than being repulsed, he’s reveling in the mess that you make. 

Your legs begin to shake as you approach the edge.

“Levi, fuck, I’m close. Ah…” 

“Make me proud and cum for me,” he calls your name. “You’re doing so good. C’mon, let me make that pretty little pussy cum.” 

That bastard. He knows that you love praise and he’s using it against you. You want to give into his words so fucking bad. But your pride and ego drives you to move further back on the table and away from Levi. You bring your legs together as you look at him with flushed cheeks. You both are panting. 

Not so fucking fast, Levi Ackerman. 

His lips and chin glisten under the dining room overhead light. He looks so fucking kissable. You hate to admit, but you probably should’ve pulled away sooner than you did. That was way too damn close. If there was even the slightest brush on your clit right now, you’re sure you’d cum. You continue to focus on the breaths entering and leaving your lungs. 

“Thought I for sure got you,” Levi runs a hand through his hair. “But I’ve always admired your self control.” 

“You almost did.”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. You didn’t want him to know that you were that close. Fuck. 

You shimmy yourself off the kitchen table and approach him. Your faces are less than an inch apart. Your tongue reaches out and gathers some of your wetness from his lips. Levi’s breath hitches in his throat. Your hands travel down to his belt buckle and throw it to the floor when it’s off. You work to undo his pants and pull down his boxer briefs. 

His erection springs free. You immediately drop to your knees and just take a moment to admire it: every vein, the precum seeping from his tip, every inch of hardness. How it’s all for you. Nobody else’s. Yours. You look at it with nothing but love. 

“I love the way you look at my dick,” he says and you look up at him. “Like it’s the most wonderful thing you’ve ever seen.” 

“That’s because it is.” 

You wrap a firm hand around the base of his penis and take all you can into your mouth. Your hand stays still until you can get some spit on it. Once you do, you start pumping him in addition to sucking him. You don’t go slow like you normally do. You go fast. You sometimes even accidentally gag yourself, which adds to Levi’s arousal. 

You also are pretty neat with your blowjobs, but this time, you wanna be sloppy. You pull your head back and spit all you can onto the side of his cock. Little spit bubbles cover it. Strings of saliva drop down onto your chest as slurping sounds fill the room. You pull out moan after moan out of Levi. His entire pelvic area is absolutely covered in your spit. 

He leans down and gathers all your hair as a ponytail in one hand. When he starts guiding your head, you remove your hand and let him take control. His dick slips to the back of your throat and you fight the intense urge to gag. Your eyes snap shut and your breath holds in your lungs. 

“Through your nose,” he commands from above.

You try your best to follow his order but it’s difficult. When he pulls your head away, a quick series of coughs leave your mouth but are muffled with his cock still in it. Levi continues this pattern for some time before a strangled groan rips from his throat. 

“I need to fuck you. Come here.” 

He pulls you up and stares deep in your eyes, brushing his lips against yours. When you try to sneakily lean in and kiss him, he tightens his grip on the roots of your hair and yanks you backward. 

“Can’t fool me, sweetheart.” 

“A girl can try.” 

“And try you will. Now bend over and spread those legs for me.” 

The side of your face presses up against the dining table as you do what you’re told. You spread your legs just enough for Levi to stand in. Your hands grip the edges of the table in preparation for what’s to come. When you feel his length brush up and down against the slick entrance of your cunt, your eyes close. 

He pushes himself in and it feels like a heaven you’ll never get used to or sick of. 

When he’s all the way in, he collapses over you and buries his face in the crook of your neck with an animalistic groan. He stays there for a moment and starts to move back and forth. He picks up the pace quickly. And soon enough, he’s fucking you so hard that it makes your ass shake with each snap of his hips. Skin on skin slapping fills your ears. His balls clap up against your swollen clit. 

Uncontrollable moans, shrieks, and groans escape your mouth before you can stop or mitigate them. Old habits die hard, since you two had just purchased and moved into this house not too long ago. But he’s fucking you too good. He deserves to hear everything. 

The sensation of his body against yours from the back is almost suffocating but in the most pleasurable way. You need him close. One of your hands reaches around to the back of his neck as you throw your head back. His lips find your neck and match his harsh movements. You have no doubt in your mind that you will have a few dark hickies tomorrow. But that’s something to worry about later. 

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

“Ah, yeah. Levi, fuck. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

“This is my pussy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, mhm.”

“What’s that?” 

“Yes, Levi, yours.”

He wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you upward. He makes you stand up, wraps his arms around your waist, and continues to rut up into you. All the while, he’s murmuring the dirtiest, sweetest things into your ear. Your pussy clenches around him so tightly with everything he does that it makes his head spin. 

Without even the slightest warning, he pulls out and spins you around again, just like he did earlier. Except this time, he sets you on the kitchen counter. 

“I need to see that face.” 

And without warning, again, he plunges back in. You have to stabilize yourself by holding onto one of the cupboards. You take your lip between your teeth. He can’t stop looking at you. How good you look taking him. Like you always do. 

You will never truly know the extent of how crazy you drive him. 

The knot has continued to build up inside you but it’s dangerously close to coming undone. You look deep into Levi’s eyes. 

“I can feel that you’re close.”

All you can do is nod your head. Words fail you. 

“I’m, fuck, I’m close too.”

“Cum with me,” you beg. “Please kiss me. Please.” 

He smashes his lips to yours, so much so that your teeth almost clash. Tongues slip against one another’s. It’s almost like you two are kissing for the first time, or have been separated for five years and this is the first meeting. You both wrap your arms around one another. And that’s enough to send you both over the edge at the same time. Your pussy spasms around him and his dick twitches as he unloads everything inside you. Stars fill your vision. He calls your name and “baby” repeatedly. As you both come down from your high, Levi’s actions come to halt. His face stays buried in your hair as his breath fans across your neck. 

“Guess we both lose,” you rasp.

“Fuck. I guess so.”

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End

[spinosauridae]

Guys. I'm gonna scream. I just broke a NEW pair of earbuds, because my hands decided "oh haha whoops i need to destroy something" and i am FUCKING SCREAMING. I can't rewire them, because bluetooth earbuds are straight up MINUSCULE. Crying and screaming and throwing up why.