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Hi, if you're still doing request from the prompt list could I have #71 for Bucky pleeeease? 🥰

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Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you as Bucky pounded you from above. You had been at it for hours and every time you thought your favorite super soldier was done, he rolled over and slid back into you.

You were breathless as his hands rubbed your soft stomach. Bucky had spent many hours of your previous encounters worshiping your body, confused that you would try to hide from him. He’d spent breaking down your walls to get you to see what he saw. And it paid off. Bucky worked your body better than anyone ever had before, he took the time to get to know you, and he truly appreciated everything you gave him and that endeared you to him even more.

But this time, this encounter, was completely different. It felt as if Bucky was trying to imprint himself on you. He’d already ruined you and you didn’t dare think about entertaining any other guys, and Bucky knew that. 

 Bucky licked your clavicle and gave a particularly hard thrust. He smirked at the moan and repeated the action. He slid his hands up to yours and laced your fingers together.

“Do you know how beautiful you look right now, y/n?” his voice rumbled in your ear.

You went to answer, but all that came out was a satisfied moan. Bucky kissed you soundly before he released your hands and placed them on your inner thighs. He’d never gone raw before and you knew that there was no going back to using a condom after this. You felt everything. The vein on the underside of his dick rubbed your walls just the right way. The way his dick was curved hit your spot every time he thrust in and out. This connection the two of you had only grew stronger with each thrust.

He pushed your thighs open wider and looked to where you were connected. “Fuck, you look so good, creaming om my dick, baby,” his voice was damn near a growl and you knew that meant he was close.

You reached between the two of you an played with your clit and gasped when his hips stuttered.

“You want me to cum in you?” he asked. 

Your eyes bulged at the question and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought. You nodded your head vigorously.

“I need to hear you say it, y/n,” he growled.

“Cum in me Bucky, please,” you begged. Your fingers worked your clit as he pounded you.

He bit his lip before he spoke again, “Then I’m gonna need you to spread them legs wider, y/n.”

You arched your back up, hoping that would open you up more to him. But then he shook his head and pressed down on your inner thighs, and growled “wider, baby. I said wider,” and he effectively opened you up to his liking. His strokes became faster and stronger than before, pushing you completely over the edge.

“Fuck you’re gripping me, y/n,” he said before he bent down to kiss you. You felt him cum deep inside of you, and the feeling of his cum coating your walls ripped another orgasm from you.

Bucky collapsed on top of you, his dick still hard inside of you as you tried to catch your breath. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and rubbed his back. You hoped that he would give you a break, but the moment that thought crossed your mind, Bucky began placing kisses across your chest once again. And in that moment, you realized that Bucky’s plan was to fuck you until you passed out, but you didn’t mind.

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interview tag! thanks for the tag <3 @reila-ravkong (you made me feel nostalgic because of The Gazette T^T)

rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better! 

name / nickname:

Karolina/ Karo (no one calls me that tho.. -_-)

pronouns:

she-her

star sign:

capricorn

height:

174

time:

9:23 pm

when is your birthday:

january 18

nationality:

Lithuanian

favorite band / groups:

Oh boy...  ATEEZ, Monsta X, Victon, TXT, B.A.P, Day 6

favorite solo artists:

I don’t even know.. 

song stuck in your head:

Victon - nostalgic night

last movie you watched:

Pats sau milionierius (a lithuanian comedy movie)

last show you binged:

Waikiki 1/2 seasons

when you created your blog:

May of 2012

last thing you googled:

clown emoji (don’t ask)

other blogs: @a-tiny-moa @for-fs

why i chose my url:

Cuz I’m a darp and I creaded this blog bcs of B.A.P

how many people are you following:

91

how many followers do you have:

1608

average hours of sleep:

very irregular so no idea

lucky number:

18 and 666

instruments:

none

what am i currently wearing:

sweats and a tshirt

dream job:

I don’t think i have one

dream trip:

Korea, Japan

favorite food:

cepelinai (traditional lithuanian dish made from potatoes)

favorite song:

Too many to list

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in:

Marvel (if i get to have superpowers)

The Southern Vampire Mysteries

Supernatural

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[tastingmellow]

Sneaky

A/N: Babyyyyy, when I say I’m ready to start pumping out fics! My spring break is the week after this one so hopefully between now and then you’ll be getting at LEAST four new fics. Bare with me though!

Summary: Erik said no, but you said yes.

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: I don’t know, and I’m not ashamed!

“Hey, Baby!” You smiled a bit too widely as you ran over and hugged him tightly. He lightly chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist before grabbing a handful of your ass. “Hey, boo. How was your day?” He asked sweetly while you rubbed the scruff of his beard. “It was gooood! I took Nala out for some ice cream, we went to the zoo, we got a dog, and we got your favorite dessert!” You rushed out before hugging him again.

Erik’s eyebrow lifted as he slowly peeled you off of him. “You what?” You pretended to be confused. “Got your favorite dessert.” He shook his head. “Before that.”

“Went to the zoo?” You spoke, tilting your head. “After that.” He spoke and before you could pretend any longer a ball of chocolate colored fur burst out of your room and down the steps, your daughter following it. “Bear, no! Not—...hi, Daddy.”

Flashback to the week before

“No, Nala. You can’t get a dog.” Erik spoke as he sat on the couch, going through paperwork. “But I’ll take care of it. I’ll love it and feed it and wash it! Pleeeeeaaaase, Daddy!” Your daughter asked, climbing on her Daddy’s lap. Erik sighed and shook his head. “Princess, no. You can not have a dog right now.”

Your daughter huffed and crossed her arms. The sound of the door unlocking caught their attention. You opened the door, immediately kicking off your heels and placing down your purse. “Mommy!” Nala ran over to you and you caught her, picking her up. “Hey, baby! How was your day with Daddy?”

“Horrible!” She spoke, sending an unintentionally cute scowl towards Erik. You looked at him as you shut the door and placed Nala down. “Horrible? What happened?”

Erik sighed and shook his head. “Nothing happened. I just said that she can’t get a dog right now. It’s just too much right now, right, Y/N?” He spoke, just knowing you’d agree with him.

You pursed your lips and shrugged. “I don’t think a dog will be that bad. Our schedules are synced right now, so it’ll be taken care of every day. And it will teach Nala responsibility.” You spoke, your daughter hugging your legs and smiling. “Yeah, Daddy! Responsifilily!” You chuckled at her mispronunciation before looking at Erik.

“No.” He spoke sternly and you looked at him. “Erik—...” He shook his head. “No, we are not getting a dog.” You sighed softly and a kneeled to your daughter, your back to Erik.

“I guess we can’t get a dog.” You said but winked at your daughter who played along and sighed before smiling at you.”

Flashback Over

Erik looked at you and you sheepishly smiled. “Erik, baby, I know you said no to a dog but I really think it will help Nala learn to be responsible! Plus she has a furry companion!”

You words were rushed as Erik wipes his face, taking in a deep breath. Your daughter ran to your side, the dog following behind her. “Daddy, can we pleeeease keep him? We named him Bear!” She smiled, showing off the gaps from her missing teeth.

“Yeah, Daddy can we keep him?” You spoke, pouting as you picked up the puppy and showed Erik his face. “Look at that cutie pie! He’s so fluffy and sweet! Yeah, he’s gonna get big as hell but he’s a gentle giant!”

Erik looked down at his two favorite girls then to the pup, then back at his girls. He sighed at their pouts, the dog included, and groaned loudly. “Fine, fine! You can keep the damn dog. But keep him out of the office and if he shits clean it up!”

You and your daughter squealed as you placed the dog back down and they both ran off somewhere. You were making your way to the kitchen before Erik grabbed your waist, pulling you close. “Oh no, you’re not off the hook. That ass is mine for the next week, and you better not run.” He pecked your lips and smacked your ass....hard. You nodded, biting your lip as he walked off.

Your phone rang, your best friend calling you. You had a bit of small talk before she asked, “So, did your plan work? D for the rest of the week?” You chuckled and nodded like she could see you. “Of course it worked. Nala got what she wanted, I get what I wanted, and Erik gets what he didn’t know he wanted.”

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[wakandas-vibranium]

Cut From The Same Cloth |||  Part Five

(1)(2)(3)(4)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Strong language, smut

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The party was jumping at full force when you and Erik arrived. Students were already drunk off their ass. You both laughed as the scene unfolded before you. Some random chick was twerking on the wall. A guy hauled ass to the bathroom to spill his guts. This high couple was bumping and grinding all on the dance floor. It was wild. You and Erik showed up just in time.

“You wanna do some shots?” Erik shouted over the deafening music. You nodded, following him over to the bar. You signaled for the bartender to come over once you got there.

“Tequila shots, please!”

“You got it.” The bartender nodded.

After several shots you were feeling warm and fuzzy. A feeling you liked a little too much.

“You feeling better?” Erik chuckled as he watched you milly rock to Outkast’s B.O.B. That was your motherfucking jam!

“Hell yeah! Let’s go dance!” You laughed, pulling him by his arm to the dance floor.

It didn’t matter what song came on you were cutting a rug! Erik was not missing a beat right along with you. You wanted to drink and dance the night away. You didn’t want to think about Kuznetsov, Anthony, school and you especially didn’t want to think about the feelings you had towards Erik. Not tonight.

“ALL SKEET SKEET MOTHERFUCKER! ALL SKEET SKEET GODDAMN!”

“GODDAMN!”

You and Erik danced until you were panting messes. This was the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You’re glad you listened to Erik and came to this party. It’s not like he really gave you a choice anyway. The host passed by you and Erik, stopping to put multicolored bead necklaces around your necks and hand you both a kazoo.

“Alright bitches the countdown is about to began!” The host shouted. You smiled brightly as everyone started to count backwards from ten.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Screams of excitement filled the room as soon as twelve o’clock hit. Confetti poured from the ceiling as champagne bottles were being popped. It was exciting to bring in the new year with a bunch of people. Even though most of them were strangers but it was a hell of a lot better than being alone in your room.

“Happy New Year, (Y/N)!”

Erik pulled you in by your waist while his free hand cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened in surprise. Either you were too drunk or not drunk enough. Did Erik just kiss you? You closed your eyes but he pulled away before you could kiss him back. You frowned in disappointment as you looked at everyone else in the room who were sloppily making out and grabbing each other’s clothes.

“Happy New Year.” You whispered as you touched your lips. Your head started spinning causing you to sway a little.

“Whoa! You good?” Erik grabbed you.

“I need to sit down for a minute.”

“Okay. Let’s go to another room.”

Erik swiped two bottles of water, handing you one. He interlocked his fingers with yours as he pulled you into another room. You sat down, taking a long sip of water. Within minutes your head started to feel better but you both sat there for a while discussing New Year resolutions until you sobered up. Erik looked at his watch. An hour or so had passed and he was ready to leave.

“You ready to go home?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

You exited the room, surprised to see everyone still partying. You both waved goodbye to the host before leaving the building and walking to Erik’s car. The ride home was completely silent aside from the soft r&b playing on the radio.

You couldn’t shake the affect his kiss had on you. You haven’t felt this way in a long time and it was just a goddamn kiss. It’s funny. You didn’t want to address your feelings but you didn’t want to leave his side either. Which is why you didn’t leave the car once he parked it. The excitement and how much you enjoyed being around him made you nervous. The last guy you had feelings for was Anthony and he’s tried to end your life on several occasions. Your mind raced with all of these alarming thoughts as you watched the snow fall onto the windshield.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” Erik questioned as he lowered the music.

“Nothing.”

Erik rolled his eyes the moment the lie left your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go anytime soon. He was like a dog with a bone.

“You’ve barely said a word since I kissed you.”

You sighed deeply. Looking everywhere but at him. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Did you not want me to? I’m sorry if I—“

“—No, I wanted you to. That’s the problem...”

“Come here.” Erik gestured for you to sit on his lap, patting his thigh twice.

“Quit playing.” You shook your head at him before turning to look out the window.

Erik pulled the lever on the side of his seat, pushing it back as far as it could go. He reached for your hand and you turned to look at him.

“I’m not playing. Get over here.” His inviting command made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You moved, careful not to hurt your knees as you straddled his lap. You beamed at each other. The “finally” going unsaid.

You expected your first kiss with Erik to be rough and needy but you were hesitant and slightly nervous. Both not wanting to fuck up whatever this was between you. He cupped your face and slowly pressed his lip to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His lips were full and soft just as you expected. Erik’s hands roamed all over your body finally stopping to grip your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. You deepened the kiss, moaning as his tongue pressed against yours. Erik slipped his hand under your sweater, running his fingers over your sensitive cocoa skin, unsnapping your bra as you pulled your top over your head, tossing it onto the abandoned passenger seat.

“Fuck.” You moaned softly as Erik took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he squeezed your ass through your denim jeans. His body was so warm and it felt satisfying to be in his arms.

You pulled away from him, accidentally honking the horn with your elbow as a crushing feeling came over you. You were being watched. You looked out the windows unable to spot anyone but you couldn’t shake this feeling. You always knew when someone was staring at you.

“Everything okay?” Erik asked as he leaned forward to kiss your collarbone.

“No, we can’t do this.” You made quick of putting your sweater back on before opening the door and climbing off his lap.

Your body shivered as the frigid air pierced through you. Your nipples hardened reminding you that your bra was left somewhere in the car. Erik called after you, asking you to wait for him but you just kept walking until you entered your apartment building. What were you thinking? You couldn’t cross that line with Erik, no matter how bad you wanted to. You just couldn’t. You needed to protect him. If Kuznetsov found out you two were together, he’d slit Erik’s throat. You just knew it. You wouldn’t be able to handle that.

A drunk couple stood beside you as you waited for the elevator. They were giggling as they groped each other, oblivious to the rest of the world. You were trying to avoid Erik but the elevator was taking too long. He spotted you immediately as he stepped into the building, making his way over to you. He stood behind you, waiting for the elevator. You could feel his burning stare. Erik was afraid that he might have screwed things up. The elevator doors finally opened and you all stepped in. Apparently being in an elevator with two strangers wasn’t reason enough for the couple to stop making out.

“Are you mad at me?” Erik whispered as the doors closed.

“No, I’m not mad at you.” You sighed.

You were glad the inebriated couple got off on the second floor because you didn’t want to see them sucking face until you got to your floor. As soon as the doors closed Erik wrapped his arms around your waist, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You placed your free hand over his while the other played with his dreads. You weren’t sure what to say so you both said nothing. Erik held you tighter, placing tender kisses below your ear. The need pooling between your legs intensified and a chill traveled down your spine. Why was this goddamn elevator so fucking slow?! Your control was slipping with each passing second. You exhaled sharply as your floor approached and the doors opened. You both walked slowly down the hallway. You could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife.

Erik pulled his keys out of his side pocket as you stopped in front of his apartment. You were tempted to go in with him but you knew better.

“You coming in?” He asked as he unlocked his door.

“I’m gonna call it a night.” You insisted.

“(Y/N)—“

“No, Erik. I know exactly what’s gonna happen if I walk in there with you and it isn’t a good idea.”

“You won’t even t—“

“Good night Erik.” You waved before rushing over to your apartment, unlocking the door and slamming it harder than you necessary. You smacked yourself on the forehead a few times before leaning back against the door. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You were aroused and couldn’t even get the dick your best friend was trying to offer you because he might get killed. Fuck! Why was this your life?

There was a heavy knock on your door, causing you to damn near jump out of your skin. You swung the door open, not even the tiniest bit surprised to find Erik standing there. You opened your mouth to speak, but Erik threw his hand up, silencing you as he brushed past you into your apartment. Your eyes followed his every move, scoffing lightly as he plopped down on your couch as if you invited him inside and told him to make himself at home.

“Nigga, what the fuck are you doing?” You huffed as you slammed the door closed.

“Get yo ass over here and sit on my face.”

“Erik, let’s not do this okay? We’re good as friends and I don’t want to ruin it.”

You bent over to untie your laces and kicked off your boots, not noticing Erik take off his jacket and shirt. You looked up, pausing to gawk at his bare chest. Goddamn he was fine! Your temperature was rising and your pussy got wetter.

“Will you just come over here?”

“No! There are plenty of bitches out there that you can fuck. So, just go find one!” You yelled as you pulled off your socks off, bunching them up before launching them at Erik’s head.

“I don’t want some other bitch!”

“Well, you should! They are a hell of a lot less complicated than me! Now get the fuck out!”

Erik stood up from the couch, stomping over to you. He turned you around, pulling you flush against him, pressing his erection against your ass. Erik wanted you bad and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer because he knew you felt the same way.

“You feel that shit? That’s all you. You did that.”

“Erik—”

“Why you fighting this so hard, (Y/N)?”

Why did this nigga have a death wish? Erik pushed your braids to the side, gaining access to your neck. He didn’t hesitate to place gentle kisses right below your ear. The stubborn bastard already knew that was your spot. A moan slipped past your lips as Erik’s hand cupped your breast, squeezing lightly. With his free hand he easily unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand into your panties to play with your throbbing clit. “Goddamn,” he groaned, “I barely did anything and you already dripping for me.” You leaned back against him, breath quickening as he rubbed your clit harder. That all too familiar tightness in your belly that you haven’t felt in a while uncoiled. You came with a loud moan, knees going slightly weak but Erik held you there. You turned around in his arms just in time to watch him suck his fingers clean.

You rolled your eyes at the smug look he had on his face. The bastard. You pulled your top over your head, tossing it on the floor.

“My room. Now.” You commanded. You walked to your room making sure to bump his shoulder. He chuckled at your antics as he followed you into your room. You removed your jeans and underwear before sitting on the bed, unbuckling Erik’s belt as he stood in front of you. Your mouth watered as you rubbed him through his briefs. You pulled his briefs down, freeing his dick. You gripped it with both hands, stroking it slowly. Erik groaned as you licked long, wet stripes along his shaft. He cupped your face as you took the tip of his dick between your lips. You took him deeper, getting wetter at the needy moans escaping his lips. You looked up into his lustful eyes, hallowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could. “Fuck.” He cursed as you moaned around him, the vibrations and wet, heat of your mouth making him harder. He cupped the back of your neck, thrusting in and out of your mouth. Several minutes passed before you let his dick fall out of your mouth with a loud pop, stroking it with your right hand while the other fondled his balls.

“Please fuck me now.” You smirked at him as he kicked off the rest of his clothes. He gripped your neck, leaning forward to crush his lips against yours, licking into your mouth. He pushed you back against the bed, lining his tip with your entrance. You both let out a loud moan as he slipped inside of you.

“I knew it,” he groaned out, pushing in slowly until he was fully seated inside of you. Goddamn it.The way he was stretching you out hurt so good.

“Knew what?” You gasped as he rocked into you with long, deep strokes.

“Your pussy was gonna make a nigga wanna nut as soon as he’s in.”

“Tight is right nigga.” You laughed, pulling him down into a kiss.

“You good?” Erik mumbled against your lips.

“Yeah—you feel s-so good.”

“Just like that.” You moaned as he picked up the pace. He cupped your breast as the other bounced freely while he fucked into you. You could tell he was holding back, keeping the same pace for a while. He was driving you crazy. You needed to be fucked. Hard and dirty.

“Erik, please!”

“You gotta tell me what you want princess so daddy can give it to you.” He teased, slowing his thrusts.

“Fuck me harder.” You hissed, pinching his shoulder.

“Whatever you want.” He chuckled.

Erik gripped your leg, lifting it over his shoulder, digging deeper into your core. “Fuck.” Erik hissed, gripping your ankle as he licked and placed kisses up your smooth leg. The pace he set was brutal yet it pulled all kinds of obscene noises from you. You threw your head back against a pillow, eyes fluttering closed as Erik brushed against your g-spot.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you.” Erik growled, his grip on your waist tightening as he pounded into you. You opened your eyes, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip at the all-consuming stare Erik gave you. He leaned forward putting all of his weight on top of you, circling his hips, making your eyes water at the sheer pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moans getting louder as he sucked a bruise into your neck. “Oh— Shit! I’m gonna cum!” You whined as you held him tighter.

“Cum all over this dick, ma.” Erik whispered in your ear, releasing a low guttural growl as you tightened around him, cumming one last time. Your mouth fell open in a silent o as your entire body convulsed, your orgasm ripped through you making your thighs feel like jello. Erik fucked you through your orgasm, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Erik thrust inside you a few more times before pulling out. He ripped the condom off, stroked himself a couple of times before releasing himself all over your belly.

___

You and Erik have been fucking nonstop over the next five days. Only stopping to eat and shower. This has been the most enjoyable Christmas break and you didn’t want it to end, but classes were getting ready to resume.

You both moaned loudly as you came together. Erik fell back against the bed, pulling you down with him after tying the condom and tossing it into the bin beside his bed.

“I can’t believe I had to wait all these years to get the dick I deserve!” You laughed.

Erik bit back a smile as he shook his head at you. He rubbed circles down the curve of your back while his free hand rested behind his head.

“How are we going to keep this up and not catch feelings, E?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Our friendship is good, awesome even and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Well, I guess we can set some rules.” He suggested.

“No sleeping over.” You started.

“Always be honest. No matter how we think the other may feel.” He added.

You nodded in agreement.

“Always use condoms.” You sneered.

“Why you said it like that?” He pinched your side playfully.

“You’re my best friend and all but don’t think I forgot you almost fucked that bitch with the bikini bottom pussy.” You snickered as you pressed your lips against his in a chaste kiss.

“Yeah I definitely dodged a bullet.” Erik chuckled against your lips.

Worry began to wash over you as you remembered that Kuznetsov and Anthony were still out there and you knew they’d be coming for you soon. It won’t take them long to find out about Erik and use him against you. He was gradually becoming your weakness. You believed it was time to tell Erik the truth about your past. He had a right to know who you are and that he could still leave you alone if he wanted to.

“Kuznetsov is definitely going to kill you.”

“Will you explain everything to me about that Russian asshole?”

“You might not look at me the same.” You frowned, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

Erik just raised an eyebrow. You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat up on the bed. Erik sat up as well grabbing your hands.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s just me and you.” His tranquil voices eased your nerves just enough for you to explain your story.

“My father was the leader of a Blood gang in LA and w—“

“So, you’re a Blood?” He interrupted.

“Basically.”

“My father had a bunch of enemies. Too many to count on both hands. Kuznetsov despised my father more than anyone. I still don’t know why. I came home from school one day to find Kuznetsov and his men in our kitchen.”

You remembered it like it was yesterday. It was a sunny September afternoon in California. Your bitty frame shuffled off the yellow school bus, swearing under your breath as you scuffed your brand-new red converse as you walked down the street to your house. You were excited to show your dad the A+ you made on your science test. You even got the bonus question right about the last metal on the period table. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at how silent your street was. Your street was usually scattered with men and women covered from head to toe in red but there wasn’t a single person in sight. Your father’s friends were always posted along the sidewalks ready to end any Crip who dared step foot in your neighborhood.

You stopped in front of your house, raising a curious eyebrow at the two dark Cadillac Escalades parked alongside the curb. You assumed the vehicles belonged to new friends of your dad and kept walking. You didn’t know if your father had more enemies or friends.

The rusty hinges of the metallic gate creaked as you swung it open. Jonathan, your dad’s best friend normally sat on the front porch with his older son, waiting for you to arrive but he was lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

You rushed to him, kneeling beside him as you frantically shook him. Two shots to the heart and one to the head you observed. Your father told you that bodies found like this were marks from the Russian mob. There was so much blood. You knew he was dead but you had to at least try.

“Wake up, Uncle Jon! Wake up!”

You cried softly once you realized he was gone. Death was nothing new to you, but Jonathan was family and you were devastated. Jonathan’s son Brian was a few years older than you and he usually hung around the house with his father but you couldn’t find him.

A loud commotion came from inside the house and you followed the voices into the kitchen.

Your eyes widened as soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen. Your father was tied to a chair with his hands behind his back. Defenseless. A word you never thought could be used to describe your father. Kuznetsov held a butcher knife to your father’s throat, grinning at your distraught expression.

“Let my dad go!” You screamed, launching at him but two large men gripped your arms, holding you in place.

“Dad!” You cried.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). Remember who you are.”

Those were the last words from your father’s mouth before Kuznetsov slashed the knife across his throat. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you watched your father die within a matter of seconds. Your tears fell harder as your father’s blood began to pool on the mahogany tile. Your father’s gurgles and Kuznetsov’s menacing laugh haunted you for years. Your blood ran cold ever since that day. A person could only imagine what witnessing something horrible like that did to an 11-year-old child.

Erik caressed your ankle, rubbing tiny circles into it as he noticed you struggling to keep it together. His somber, brown eyes gazing into yours was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Kuznetsov waited for me to get home before killing my father. That bastard wanted me to watch him die.” You recalled, sinking your teeth into the bottom of your lip in repressed rage.

“He’s crazy and heartless as fuck.” Erik frowned.

“I thought he was going to kill me but he took me back to Russia with him and trained me like one of his own. I was twelve when I made my first kill.”

“I gained Kuznetsov’s trust and made a name for myself within his mob. Everyone in Russia knew I was to not be fucked with. I was practically his secret weapon. In fact I think he even loved me at some point.” You laughed crisply.

“How’d you get away from him?”

“On my nineteenth birthday I woke up and decided it was time to avenge my father’s death so I killed Kuznetsov’s wife and two children while he was out doing a drop. I took out several of his men before escaping.” You continued.

Erik’s wide eyes expressed how stunned he was at your callous actions but you didn’t care. That was the least Kuznetsov deserved after all he put you through. Erik swallowed the lump in his throat, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“Then what?”

“I came back to America, went into hiding for a year and a half before I applied to MIT and now here I am with you.” You shrugged.

Erik grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer until you were seated in his lap. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck.

“I’m sorry all of that shit happened to you.” Erik placed soft, comforting kisses along your neck.

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered.

You never talked about your past to anyone and the fact that you trusted Erik with all of this information scared you shitless. You sat there together in a comfortable silence simply enjoying each other’s company.

“What about you? Got a tragic childhood you want to tell me about?”

“I found my daddy with panther claws in his chest.” He whispered.

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What in the hell did he mean by that? Was that slang for something? He couldn’t possibly mean an actual animal?

“Another time.” He mumbled.

Erik cupped your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You gripped his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. You could still taste the gin you two had earlier with dinner. God, his lips were so soft. He pulled away, trailing kisses down your neck. You glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was half past eleven and spring classes started in the morning.

“I should go,” You hesitated, “We need to be well rested for classes tomorrow.”

“You can leave now or...”

“Or what?”

“I can eat your pussy again.” He flashed those pearly whites at you. He knew damn well you couldn’t resist the powers of his tongue.

“Ugh make it quick, nigga.”

In a flash Erik had you on your back, motor boating your breasts causing you to erupt with laughter.  

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

can I get 29 and 27 with bucky pls

Bucky’s shoulders tensed as he poured his cereal into his bowl before he snatched the milk from in front of you. You watched as he poured enough milk to cover his cereal before he slammed the milk back on the table. Sam chuckled at the scene in front of him. He’d grown to enjoy your morning antics with Bucky and he refused to take a side. 

You continued to watch as he ate his cereal a smirk still on your face.

“Stop staring at me!” he barked between bites. “You’re always fucking staring at me, y/n.”

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst but you quickly regained yourself.

“But Bucky Boo Bear,” you said in a sickly sweet voice, one you knew he hated. “You’re so pretty. How could I not stare at you?” You knew he hated that nickname, and you only used it when you really wanted to get under his skin. Like right now.

“Don’t call me that,” he tossed his bowl in the sink and stood to leave the kitchen.

“Don’t call you what? Bucky Boo Bear?” you repeated the name from your seat at the table and you watched him turn slowly to face you once again. The look on his face held nothing but contempt and it brought you complete joy knowing that you could get that type of reaction out of him.

The air in the kitchen was thick with tension as the two of you stared each other down. Bucky narrowed his eyes once more, turned on his heel, and walked out of the kitchen without another word.

You let out a breath and sighed.

“That was intense,” Sam said from beside you causing you to jump.

“Sam, I forgot you were in here,” you clutched at your chest as your racing heart began to calm down.

“Yeah, I know, that tends to happen when Bucky is around… which is often seeing that he’s our roommate,” he pointed out.

You gave him a small smile and continued to eat your breakfast.

“Just do me a favor, y/n,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

You quirked an eyebrow signaling for him to continue.

“When the two of you finally pull your heads out of your asses and get together, please, I'm begging you, don’t fuck him on the couch,” Sam said as he stood up and left the kitchen leaving you slackjawed in his wake.

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

Happy Birthday!

18+

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black Reader

Summary: You and Sam fuck on the morning of your birthday 🤷🏿‍♀️

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, more smut lol

A/N: This is a purely self-indulgent fic that I wrote in less than an hour. I didn't spell check or anything lol I hope yall like it!

Sam watched you as you bounced up and down on his dick. He clenched his hands behind his head, forcing himself to not touch you. He groaned when he watched your hands move from your breasts down to your clit. You rubbed your bundle of nerves in time with the movement of your hips.

Sam, being the kind man that he is, let you be in control this time… it was your birthday after all. It was still in the early hours of the morning and he had already made you cum three times, once as his deep, slow strokes pulled you from your slumber, and twice on his tongue a few moments later.

Your hips rolled against his at a slow pace and you smiled.

"Having fun, baby?" Sam asked and you panted out a 'yes'.

He could tell that you were getting tired, being on top was your favorite position, but he usually helped you by fucking up into you. But not today, you wanted to be in charge, so you were doing all the work. 

Sam reached up and caressed your face and you bent down to kiss him.

"Sam, please," you mumbled against his lips thankful when he wrapped his arms around your waist and began thrusting up into you.

Your mouth hung open at the feeling of Sam fucking you. You and Sam fit together perfectly, the curve of his dick rubbing your walls just right. 

"I'm gonna cum in you, yn," Sam said as he flipped you over. His thrusts sped up as he fucked you.

"Sam, please!" You begged.

"Gonna fill this pussy over and over, yn" he mumbled as he watched himself disappear inside of you repeatedly. "You're creaming all on this dick, yn. Tell me how you feel, baby."

"It feels good," you whined. "So good, Sam. Please cum in me?"

"I cant wait to see your belly swell, yn," Sam was hellbent on getting you pregnant. You two had been trying for almost a year with no results. "This is it, baby girl."

You felt it too and you nodded in agreement.

"Put a baby in me please, Sam," you begged as his hips stuttered against yours.

Your pussy clenched around him as he pulled your orgasm from you. He groaned as he shot his seed deep inside of you, painting your cervix white with his cum. He panted on top of you as you both caught your breath.

Sam rolled off of you and laid his hands on your lower belly. "Happy birthday, mama."

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

18+

This was not how you imagined your date with M’Baku would end. He had come to see you after being apart for the last five months. You had spent the last two days getting ready for his visit and now the two of you were fighting. And what were you fighting over? Erik fucking Stevens.

You and Erik had been friends for a while since you started working at the Wakandan Outreach Center. Erik was one of your closest friends and he was a flirt with a capital F. He loved flirting with you, but you knew it was all in jest. And when you told him that you had a boyfriend, he made it his personal mission to flirt extra hard whenever you were talking to M’Baku. You knew that Erik and M’Baku were acquaintances, but you didn’t know to what extent. You’ve talked to Erik about possibly moving to Wakanda to be with M’Baku, but you didn’t know M’Baku’s feelings on that. When Erik found out that M’Baku was coming to visit, he insisted to take the two of you out to dinner. You knew he had something up his sleeve, you just didn’t know what.

Throughout the entire dinner, Erik flirted with you even more than usual and when you tried to put a stop to it, he flirted even harder. Understandably, M’Baku was upset. He became possessive, constantly had his hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulder. His eyes bore holes into Erik’s head the entire night. 

You had tried to dissuade Erik’s flirting, but the more you protested, the more he flirted. Until M’Baku had enough.

After one particular joke that clearly had a double meaning, M’Baku grabbed your hand and pulled you from the restaurant. You had chanced a glance back at Erik only to find him smirking at the two of you. You’d ask him about that later.

M’Baku barely said a word to you the entire drive home as you laid into him.

“You shouldn’t have done that, M’Baku!” you grumbled as your foot tapped against the car floor. “You should have let me talk to him. I could have figured out why he was acting that way.”

“I can tell you why, y/n,” his voice cut off your rant. “He wants to experience what’s in between those thighs, but he can’t, can he? Because you’re mine and only mine.”

You’d be lying if you said that your tummy hadn’t filled with butterflies when he said that, but his behavior was uncalled for. 

“Am I?” you instantly regretted it the moment those two words left your lips. The look on M’Baku’s face crushed you. “Look, Baku, I-”

“You’re right,” he replied. “I haven’t done a good enough job showing you who you belong to, but you’ll know by the end of the night.

Your thighs clenched in anticipation.

“What are you gonna do?” you whispered.

He turned to face you as he pulled into your driveway and licked his lips, “I’m gone eat.”

Your throat was sore and the room was hot, almost unbearable. You fisted your fingers in M’Baku’s hair as he ate you out. His tongue slid in and out of you and he sucked and nibbled on your clit. His fingers curled inside of you and rubbed on that special spot inside of you making you see stars once again. You’d lost count of how many times M’Baku had made you cum already, but you knew that he wasn’t close to being done. 

The first time you attempted to push his head away he slapped your inner thigh in warning, then went back to his meal. The second time, he fixed you with a glare and said, “Do that again and you’ll regret it.” you had calmed down a bit from the small break, and you regained some of your composure, but as soon as he slid his tongue back in, he began to moan and the vibrations from his moans sent you over the edge once again and you pushed him away. He watched as you came down from your high and smiled. 

“You taste so good, baby, so sweet,” his praise made you smile a bit but that was short-lived as pain seared through your body causing you to cry out. “I told you you’d regret it.” M’baku licked his lips then slapped your pussy once again, making sure to hit your clit. You attempted to close your legs, but his large frame prevented you from doing that. He slapped your pussy lips again and when you went to cover your lips with your hands, M’Baku barked at you and you froze.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, y/n, and you better not try to run again.”

You nodded and reached up to grab your headboard when he started to eat you out again. He ripped orgasm after orgasm after you without letting up. 

“You want me to stop?” he asked sending vibrations through your body.

“Yes!” you cried as tears fell from your eyes. “I can’t… I can’t!”

“Tell me that you’ll move to Wakanda and I’ll stop.”

“Yes!!!!” you screamed.

“Yes what?” he continued to lick and suck on your bundle of nerves.

“Yes! I’ll- ohmigod! Fuck!”

“Tell me what I want to hear, Y/n!”

“I’ll move to Wakanda!” you screamed through your orgasm, drenching M’Baku’s face with your juices.

He placed one last kiss on your lower lips then kissed up your body before placing the last one on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You felt his hard length on your thigh and you pulled back.

“Did you really mean that?” you asked still panting from your orgasm.

“Of course, my love. That was one of the reasons why I came to see you,” he admitted. “Spending so much time away from you wears heavy on my heart. You are the light of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You coming to Wakanda brings us one step closer to doing just that.”

You smiled and pushed on his shoulders and rolled him over and straddled him. You reached between the two of you and rubbed the tip of his dick between your pussy lips before you slowly sank down onto him. You threw your head back as he filled you and you rocked your hips in search of some friction to bring you closer.

“I’ll come,” you said a bit breathless. “I’ll come only if you promise to fuck me like this whenever I ask you to.”

He smiled and grabbed your hips, “I can do that.”

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

60 or 78 for Bucky Barnes please?

18+

You sat on the floor beside Bucky as he got his materials ready. You were slightly nervous, but you trusted him. Bucky laid out the long lengths of rope in front of you and asked you to choose a color.

You thought for a moment before you pointed to the blue ropes and watched as Bucky placed the other ropes back into his bag once again. He pulled out two pairs of scissors before he looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he asked. His voice was calm, his voice was always calm when it came to you.

You nodded, “A little, but I trust you, Bucky.” and you did. You knew what was to come next, so before he asked, you laid on the floor in front of him and waited.

Bucky ran his eyes over your body and bit his bottom lip. “What do you say if you want me to stop?” he asked.

“Blueberries.”

“What do you say if you become uncomfortable at any moment?”

“Blueberries.”

“What do you say if any part of your body becomes numb?”

“Blueberries.”

“Good girl. Remember, I don’t know what you feel, and I trust that you will let me know if you become uncomfortable. My job is to keep you safe, y/n.”

You nodded and he began his work. You watched as his fingers skillfully wound the rope around your arms and tied them in beautiful knots. He explained everything that he was doing as he did it, satisfying your mind. You loved listening to him talk. His voice soothed you better than any drug. He moved from one area to the next, and he remembered to keep enough slack for you to bend and straighten your arms as much as you needed. The way Bucky spoke to you while he tied you up, the constant praise he gave you as you allowed him to tie you up filled you up with pride and joy. So much so that you couldn’t contain yous squirming.

“Stay still for me, princess,” Bucky mumbled when your squirming caused him to drop the rope a few times.

You halted your movements and remained still as he tied your upper body. He continued praising you and you often assured him that you were okay. When Bucky moved from your torso, down to tie your hips and thighs an idea popped into your head.

“Bucky?” you asked as you watched him continue to work. “Do you know how much I love you?” you knew Bucky’s love language was words of affirmation, and you tried your hardest to remind him how much you loved him every chance you got.

“I have an idea,” he mumbled.

You chewed on your lip before you continued. “Bucky?” you asked again. “Are you gonna fuck me when you finish?”

Bucky froze his movements and took a deep breath before he looked at you. The fire in his eyes told you that you had gotten the response that you were aiming for.

He took another deep breath before he responded. “No.”

You blinked in surprise, “Wait, what?”

“No, I’m not going to fuck you, y/n,” Bucky responded before continuing to tie you up, but his movements were faster than they were before.

“But Bucky, why not?” you were about to start complaining. You loved when he fucked you while you were tied. There was something about being completely at his mercy that drove you wild.

“Shhh, y/n,” bucky scolded you just as he put the finishing touches on his last knot.

“Make me,” you bit out through your clenched teeth.

Bucky chuckled before he reached into his bag once again and your eyes bulged at the Hitachi Wand that he pulled out.

“You can’t be serious, Buck?” your breathing picked up. You should have been paying more attention to what he was doing. Hell, he had even explained what he was doing and you didn’t catch on. The knots were placed in a familiar place and you knew what was about to happen next.

“I told you that I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight, y/n,” he said as he secured the wand between your thigh and the rope. “But I am going to make you cum, again, and again, and again.”

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

Prompt “if I die I’m haunting you first” with Sam Wilson?

Fluff

You mumbled a string of curses as the ride attendant checked the lock on your seat before he moved to the next car.

Sam sat next to you and chuckled loudly. 

“Y/N, it’s fine. Nothing bad will happen, I promise.”

“Screw you Wilson!” you bit back which caused him to laugh even louder.

You gripped the handles on the chest piece as the ride began. Your breathing became labored and you wondered to yourself how you had allowed Sam to talk you into doing this.

You squeezed your eyes closed as the ride went up the hill at a slow pace.

“You’ll be fine, y/n, trust me. Have I ever led you astray?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and you chose to ignore him.

You felt the ride stop and you cracked your eyes open and saw that you had reached the top. Your stomach churned as you waited for the ride to continue. You looked over at Sam and saw that he was already looking at you with an enormous smile on his face. You opened your mouth to say something but the cars lurched forward and tipped over the hill.

You let out a scream, one louder than you’d ever let out before and you heard Sam laughing next to you.

“If I die, Sam, I’m haunting you first!!!!” you yelled repeatedly at the top of your lungs. The ride twisted and turned and loop de looped multiple times, all while you screamed and begged for it to be over.

“I am so buying this video!” Sam gasped between laughs when the ride finally slowed down.

You flashed him an angry look when the rife attendant unbuckled you. “We’re not friends anymore, Wilson,” you bit out, which made Sam laugh even harder.

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[samwilsonsbabymama]

“I need your help” Sam Wilson

“You and me against the world” with Sam Wilson please”

I combined 2 prompts in one. hope you like it!

You stood at the bottom of the stairs in front of Sam’s house and played with the hem of your shirt. You hadn’t spoken to Sam in months and you wondered if he would even let you in. You had contemplated turning around and forgetting the whole thing when Sam’s front door opened.

“Are you gonna stand there all night?” Sam said from his doorway.

“I-” your words got caught in your throat. What could you say?

“Come in, let’s get you out of the cold,” he stepped aside and let you in.

Sam busied himself in the kitchen for a few moments, making you a hot cup of tea to warm you up and the two of you sat in silence as you drank.

“So what brings you around, y/n? I haven’t seen you in months.” Sam was always one to cut right to the chase, never one to mince words.

You heaved a great sigh before locking eyes with him. “I need your help.”

+

A few weeks passed since your talk with Sam and things were better than ever. Sam was currently helping you move into your new apartment and you were sitting on a box munching on some pizza.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Sam,” you stated as he sat another heavy box down beside you.

He chuckled. “You wouldn’t. That’s why it’s you and me against the world,” he responded before picking up a slice of pizza for himself.

You rolled your eyes but you knew he was right. It would be you and him against the world.

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