#he can match your needs and that commands the Big Bucks

[jadestwdd]

I’m seeing all these dom Daryl head cannons and how he calls you a ‘slut’ or a ‘dirty little whore’

NUH UH

this man is a sub and a clear bottom. I mean don’t get me wrong, but when you get what you want…lord help me.

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‘Come on sweetheart, you can take a little more, hmm?’

You cooed, bringing your mouth down to take at least five or six inches, both hands where twisting and pumping at his length, This action was met with a flex of Daryl’s hips, making you take a few more inches into your mouth.

‘I- I need ta, I need ta c-’

The sentence was interpreted by a deep moan that fell from his mouth. Lying sprawled out on the double bed, naked and venerable, he looked so pretty. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyes where blown wide with lust, his eyebrows where furrowed and through his mouth, heavy breaths, grunts, and the occasional moan and whimper escaped.

With a deadly slow reverse of your hands and mouth, you released him from your grasp, a pop filed the air when your lips released his pink and dribbling tip.

‘Don’, please. I wana- I need ta-’

His head lifted from the pillow and his eyes locked onto yours. Almost as if you had taken candy from a baby. You got up on your knees, towering with this legs between yours and your breasts on full display to him, you moved forward and on his cock, the tip pressing up against his abdomen. The man’s fingers clung to the sheets for dear life as your fluids leaked onto him.

‘Come on, use big boy words. What do you need?’

‘I need ta-‘

You dragged your hips forward, Daryl let out a strained whimper and his eyes slammed shut.

‘Oh baby, please’

He gasped as you lifted up and started the ever so slow descent down eight and a half inches that was beneath you. You placed your hands on his chest, fingers playing with his nipples. Slowly but steadily, you dipped down taking as much as you could. your breath was heavy and your heart was pounding. Sweet release, that’s what he wanted. Right? So that’s what he’s gonna get even if he is begging to stop.

‘If you’re a good boy, I will let you cum. But you have to wait just a little longer for me sweetheart. Can you wait just a little longer, like a good boy?’

Your body sat up right, now you were bottemed out and ready to give this poor man what he deserved. You’d been teasing him and promising him release for almost an hour. With his hands now grasping she sheets and his chest heaving he mumbled:

‘Ya like a good boy, please ca-‘

‘Can’t hear you.’

‘I’m a good boy. Please let me, ima- Ahhh’

He sighed as your hips lifted and dropped. This sent sparks to all of your nerve endings and left trails of fire within you. Daryl’s head tilted to the side and nestled in the charcoal pillow covers, his lip was drawn between his top and bottom teeth, and his back arched to try and meet the steady pace you had set.

‘Nuh uh, let me hear those needy lil’ sounds’

You commanded, your hand grabbed the side of his head by his dark hair and twisted his head to look at you. With pleading eyes he looked into yours almost as if to say ‘come on stubborn woman’. His hands reached for the nape of your back and pulled your forehead to his, your noses touched and your lips where agape, spilling short sighs that matched the pass you bobed up and down.

-thump. Thump. Thump.- skin on skin.

Daryl’s mouth opened and out came the most intense, deep-chested, guttural moan that his vocal cords could offer.

‘That’s it, I’m going to cum in a sec baby, just a few more. I promise sweetie.’

You whispered. Drip, drip, drip. Like water filling a cup. Almost there. Your speed increased trying to chase the earth shattering organisms you both wanted.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Until…

‘OH FUCK!’

The glass overflowed and you feel him start to twitch inside of you, waiting for your go ahead.

‘Cum for me Daryl.’

Not even the first letter into the demand, thick, warm spurts of his pleasure spilled deep inside of you. In desperation, he bucked his hips to meet your falling. Whimpers fell from both of mouths, mind numbing pleasure speed throughout his body and yours, like waves on a beach they just kept coming. The room in which you were now turned into a safe, intimate place which was filled with the sounds of skin, cries, screams and please where heard and sweat and pleasure could be smelt.

‘Good boy, that’s it. My good boy’

-thump. Thump. Thump.- his hips met your movements, speeding out the sensation of fireworks in every cell in your bodies.

‘There ya go.’

You whispered as your movements slowed, until they came to a halt. Daryl’s hands came to your temples and rubbed small circles, your hand soothed his scalp. Your eyes were hooked on his, analysing every detail of his face, every hair and wrinkle.

All he saw was a your face and your tendrils of hair on other side of him, like a curtain. Mouths slightly agape, you kissed his nose and cheek. If you could freeze time, you’d bask in this for ever. The feeling of being so full, so safe, so much that can’t be described. He was yours, you were his. You love him, he loves you.

‘Ya okay?’

….

‘Oh sweetie, I’m better than okay.’

‘sunshine?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Love ya.’

‘I love you to, you did so good for me. I’m so proud of you, Daryl.’

A hitched breath was heard as you slowly lifted up, your walls fluttered at the feeling of him leaving you, both of your releases spilled out into his lower abdomen and the sheet. You pulled the sheets over the two of you and snuggled into his arms, he hooked his big arms around you to pull you closer.

With your head on his chest, hearing his heart slow, his chest rise and fall and your big doe eyes looked up to meet his.

‘He’s so pretty, I’m so lucky’

You thought.

‘Ma god how did I end up with a girl as pretty as her?’

He thought.

….

‘Goodnight, sunshine.’

‘Goodnight, love’

And you were lulled to sleep by the sound of him, the feel of him. Him. Daryl, your Daryl.

[basorexia-formyboys]

NSFW 2018 BONTEN

Ran×Rindou

Content warnings: Incest, detailed mentions of cnc, brief mentions of the following: weapons, stalking, kidnapping, and exhibitionism

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners (ask to be added)

Rindou hated this. He hated how forbidden it felt. He hated how dirty it made him feel. He hated knowing how taboo it was. But most of all he hated how he didn't hate this at all. He loved it. He loved it so much. Out of all the crimes he and his brother committed on a regular basis since they were so damn young, this had been his favorite since they'd started doing this when he was sixteen and nervously hinted at it on his birthday.

Rindou loved bouncing on Ran's lap, his eyes rolled back while their match watched him move in lusty desperation. Watching him get off as he whimpered out for his aniki. They were both into this way too much to ever be fully satisfied by anyone but eachother anymore. Only Rindou's mouth and ass could ever fully pleasure Ran's cock now.

"Shh, don't be too loud Rin.. Don't want them to find out you like riding your big brother like a whore, do you? Do I need to get my needy slut a gag? Tie you up like this is against your will and something you don't want? Use you while you can't do a thing or make a sound? Maybe we could even do it in an alleyway like I just snatched you off the sidewalk and forced my cock in? Ignore all your adorable and useless little pleas for me to stop? We can pretend like I kidnapped you, I'm an obsessed stalker who can't wait to use you while you cry out for help.."

Ran's coos were quiet as he listened to Rindou's loudening moans stutter and fall to a struggled quiet again as Rindou shakily but vigorously nodded to the rest with intense desire for the cnc play. This was Ran's room, they usually fucked in here just for the purpose of being closer to everyone else because thats another thing that helped them get off. The risk of getting caught was huge, especially with Ran's room being wall to wall with Takeomi's and the scarred male staying in his room often.

Rindou gave another obedient and shaky nod to fhe command of quiet but the way Ran had begun to buck up into Rindou's bounces and hit even harder on all the right spots made being quiet so hard. Rindou bit his lips shut, moans coming out as shaky hums with stuttered and fast breaths through his nose as he tried to bounce faster to get off fully. But his bouncing was nothing to Ran's actual thrusts. Rindou needed that and he gave a look to Ran that spelled that out. But his older brother just huffed a laugh in his face.

"You really can't do anything without my help, hm? Beg for it, tell aniki exactly what you want. Make sure you're real specific." Ran's hands had been just resting on Rindou's waist as the younger bounced on his cock but his right now moved up, giving a quick squeeze to one of the the clamps on Rindou's nipples and drawing a pleasured shiver before Ran's right hand reached Rindou's throat and squeezed the sides. Both of Rindou's hands had been stuck to their place on Ran's shoulders, nails digging in so hard they'd drawn blood but neither cared.

"please aniki plea- please fuck me- please fuck me hard Ran I need it so fucking bad- I need your cock to fill me up and use me- I need to be your toy- your victim- god please-" Rindou was always so obedient, breathing out the pleads for pleasure. He almost never disobeyed the commands Ran gave him when they were like this. Rindou loved to obey when he was on Ran's cock, he loved being fucked complacent. If Ran suddenly told him to scream out in pleasure and tell the whole world that the two brothers who used to rule Roppongi and now were members of a criminal organization together were fucking eachother, Rindou would without a second thought until after. But neither wanted their secret revealed. It was the uncertainty of knowing what the response would be that made it more exhilarating.

Would the others just not care and move on? Would the brothers be called dirty and disgusting? Would the reaction be so bad that Mikey would have them killed? Ran and Rindou got off on that, the risk of losing even their lives just so Ran could bury his dick in his little brother's ass.

"Good boy" Ran smirked as he gave the praise, watching Rindou practically deflate when Ran pulled out only for Ran to pulled Rindou into a deep french kiss while Ran's left hand came around Rindou and fingered him to occupy his hole while Ran got a taste of his own cum that still stained Rindou's mouth. Ran loved using fingering Rindou to pull him closer, Rindou gasping as he was spread open and forced deeper into the kiss with Ran's tongue nearly down his throat.

As Ran yanked Rindou into the kiss, he made easy work of flipping them both over and then Rindou once more after breaking the kiss. Rindou's face was pressed into Ran's pillow fast as his back arched and his ass pressed up in the air with neediness. Ran could get drunk just off this sight alone, watching Rindou's asshole visibly tensing and relaxing as if it were trying to pull something in that wasn't there.

Ran was quick to push his dick fully in, watching Rindou's head raise from the pillow with a sharp gasp. The younger shoved his face back into the pillow the moment Ran's hands found their places on Rindou's love handles with his thumbs on Rindou's back dimples and the elder began thrusting into Rindou like he was trying to break the younger in half. Rindou's moans were loud into the pillow and he was grateful that Ran was so picky about his bedding and got thick pillows that were good at muffling.

Rindou was so quickly made a mess by Ran's cock, toes curled and hands balled tight around the sheets. Ran filled him up so perfectly it was like they were made to fuck eachother.

"You're so damn stunning taking your big brother's cock, Rin. I could fuck you for hours and never get tired of how adorable you are begging for me to use you like it's the only thing you have left in this world. I want to make you my little fuck slave so bad, keep you all pretty naked and on your knees in my office while I work." With every dirty sentence, Rindou's mind went fuzzier with pleasure. Being Ran's fuck slave sounded amazing. So so so amazing. No worries or responsibilities but taking his brother's cock.

Rindou begged into the pillow for Ran to make that happen, for Ran to take away all of Rindou's control. Ran wished he could but they were too far into this Bonten thing that they usually needed all hands on deck for missions, Rindou being their top sharp shooter especially. So for now he would just fuck Rindou senseless so his younger brother would forget about all the duties for now.

"So dumb on my cock, you're too stupid to shoot a gun aren't you baby? So dumb you'll need me for the rest of our lives?" Ran's coo was met with vigorous nods. Rindou loved being degraded, infantilized, and objectified, being made out that he was capable of nothing but being fucked and would always need to rely on his aniki for everything. Sometimes they both wondered if the other executives noticed how often Ran insisted on cooking and such for both of them and how they'd look deeply at eachother for a moment when that happened as Ran's eyes told Rindou that he was too stupid for this and to just let his master take care of it.

"I wonder if tomorrow for dinner I should make you take my cum before food. Let everyone see how you are so fucking desperate for me to be down your throat that even food becomes a second priority when you see my dick. Wouldn't you like that, Rin?" Ran leaned over Rindou as be spoke, bucking right into Rindou's prostate as he clamped his teeth around the skin of Rindou's shoulder and began to leave a lovebite with a bite shaped bruise around it. Rindou moaned loud into the pillow with once again fast nods. "Such a good slut for your aniki"

Ran leaned back up and it wasn't long before they'd both came multiple times and were out of energy, Ran's softening cock still inside the younger as he spooned Rindou. Rindou's breaths were shaky and Ran could both see and feel that his little brother's entire body was twitchy. But Rindou looked so euphoric that Ran knew he'd done good.

[strgrlxox]

✧.➷ rewards with rick

original request here !

“‘m so proud of you, angel.” his kisses to your neck begin to slow down. “i wanna show you how proud i am, wanna reward you for being so good.”

you whimper in his ear, your excitement burning at your skin.

“what do you want as your reward?” he questions you gently, hands swallowing the skin on your hips from underneath your shirt. before pulling it up over your head, growing in approval that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“wanna—” you breathe in and out heavily, mind racing with everything he would do to you if you asked for it. rick was stubborn but extremely good at rewards.

“i wanna be good for you.” you peer up at him through your eyelashes, daring to place a kiss at the side of his mouth. he smiles at the feeling of your lips, shaking his head in something akin to shock. 

“you already are…” he takes your face in his palms. “you’re so good for me.”

you sigh, dazed and smiling up at him softly. “wanna make you feel good.”

he places a chaste kiss to the side of your head, on your temple. 

“this is supposed to be about you, baby.” it clearly takes everything in him to half-heartedly deny your request to have him to make him feel good. in truth, he’d love nothing more than to have his way with you. 

“i know but…” you fiddle with the buckle to his jeans. “it’s just, you make me feel so good all the time and i wanna have you inside me.” you palm him through his jeans, your eyes never leaving his.

“y/n…” he groans out, his voice alone almost bringing you to the edge.

“please?”

he sighs again, tilting his head up to connect your mouth with his. his hands grasping at your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer to him before pulling back a little and breathing heavy against your mouth. “lay down then.”

you’re quick to follow his instructions, letting your back hit the sheets––looking up at him practically bouncing with excitement. he pulls off your jeans and you shut your eyes in an attempt to hide your growing eagerness. he places a single kiss to your thigh before trailing your underwear down your legs.

his hand finds your mouth, thumb tracing over your bottom lip for a moment then pushing up against your mouth—a silent command. 

you open your mouth to let his finger slip into it, he groans at the sight. 

“you’re such a good girl, isn’t that right?” with his free hand, he holds your legs further apart and you nod up at him with big eyes.

“can i hear you say it?” he lets his thumb leave your mouth. 

“i’m your good girl, rick.” he almost whimpers at your confession, hands frantically undoing his belt and pulling his cock out of his jeans.

he teases your entrance with his tip, even when he’s rewarding you he’s still unfair.

“please, rick…i need you.” you buck your hips up at him, signaling your growing need.

“shh…i’ve got you.” he coos, still teasing you. “just be still, yeah? lemme do all the work.”

you gasp once he’s finally inside you, a feeling that’s not foreign but still shocks you every time. 

“s’ that better?” he refrains from bucking his hips into you immediately. “this what you wanted?”

he’s mocking and you know it but you can’t help nod sincerely. because it does feel so much better and this is exactly what you wanted.

he starts off slow, pulling out of you before slowly filling you up again. you can feel him deep inside you, you moan out loud.

he laughs at your volume, hips pausing to look at you directly.

“you gotta be quieter, baby…” he places his hand over your mouth. “wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you.”

he continues his even thrusts, going so slow that you can feel all of him. throwing your head back, you sob into his hand. you push your hips into his, trying to match his pace. 

“be still.” his hands grip down your waist, holding you in place and allowing him to have his way with you.

“harder. faster.” you beg up at him, letting your hands find the muscle of his arms. “more, i need more.”

he nods, speeding up and fucking into you feverishly.

“best reward ever.” you’re panting and fucked out but you mean what you say.

he kisses your temple again, holding his lips there for a moment but his hips never falter. “maybe you should be good more then? hm?”

you try (and fail) to bite back a smile, attempting (and still failing) to hold back the words that threaten to leave your tongue. “well, i like my punishments too.”

he tilts his head a little, daring you to continue. “is that so?”

“yeah…” you nod at him, eyes fluttering but still open enough to see the glint of amusement in his eyes. “and you know what? i know you like them too.”

[wepsi]

Just look at your reflection asmo (smut)

gender neutral reader

Tw: mirror sex, handjob, lots of toys, anal, masturbation

I mean it's a asmo smut of course it's kinky

Scenario: Dating Asmo is filled with fun and adventures, in the bedroom he is always surprising you with new things, but he's always the one taking the lead. For once you want to be the one to surprise him, one morning while watching Asmo admire himself in the mirror you had a idea.

Asmo has a huge wall mirror in his room so he could always admire himself, and one night you catch him up against the mirror and likely praising himself in his mind. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around him, pulling his back to your chest.

"Aha you scared me! Hehe what are you trying to do?"

He tries to wiggle out of your embrace to face you, but you squeeze tighter instead, bringing a hand to hold his cheeks and turn his head to face himself

"Just look at your reflection asmo."

Asmo immediately knew your plan, his eyes showing lust he purrs and obeys. You reach down and palm him through his pants, not surprisingly he was already hard. You slowly unzip his pants, and pull his cock out and start stroking him. Both of you were staring at him through the reflection, this was really hot. You would say Asmo felt embarrassed but he was bucking his hips forward completely flaunting himself with no shame.

You lean forward to nibble his ear, and then his neck, sucking and biting leaving hickies. These were the only marks Asmo allowed on his perfect skin. You breathed in his sweet scent, and the scent of shampoo from his freshly washed hair. Eyes not leaving his reflection for a moment. Asmo whines under your touch, wiggling because he couldn't do anything back to you. You let go of his length, commanding him to sit and wait for you.

You go over to his bed, pulling out a big box underneath, Asmo watches you through the mirror purring with excitement. This was his toy box, filled with everything you can imagine and more. Pulling out a few selections you make your way back. Asmo is vibrating out of excitement, which made you chuckle,

"Alright settle down down, be a good boy and open your legs."

Asmo wastes no time, stripping everything off, sits down obediently and looks back at you in the mirror with a lustful stare before slowly and sensually opening his legs. Making sure you lube everything up, you slip on a few pink cock rings with little bat wings. A pair of nipple clamps attached by a gold chain that snake back to a matching pink collar. You lube your fingers and tilt him back more so his legs were wide open in front of the mirror, and his ass accessible. You order him to stroke his cock while you played with him, which he happily obliged.

You lube up two fingers, after all the avatar of lust didn't need too much prep. You inserted into him without too much problem, if anything he sucked you in. You pump your fingers into him, while Asmo was pleasing himself, staring at his reflection and moaning. You give him a few more kisses on the cheek, and start stroking his sweet spot, which cause him to wriggle and groan.

You reach behind and grab his favorite dildo, you guessed it, the same shade of pink. Asmo insisted all his sex toys to be cute and matching. You made sure to lube it some more for good measure, and inserted in, it was huge and oddly shaped, to hit everything. Asmo licks his lips as you inserted it slowly. Wiggling in impatience, you give him a light smack on the ass earning a giggle.

You slide the dildo in and out, making Asmo melt into pleasure, he was letting out cute high pitched moans with no shame. You press a button and it starts vibrating, hitting all of his pleasure spots. Asmo stokes his cock feverishly trying to get off, but the rings prevented his sweet release. He sends you begging eyes and mixes pretty please along with his other cries. Not being able to resist you release him from his restrictions, with a few pumps his head throws back, and the nipple clamps snapping off because of it, Asmo pumps out streaks and streaks of milky white cum.

Only breathing for a few seconds, Asmo throws you against the mirror facing yourself, and lines his already hard again cock against your entrance,

"That was cute dear, now it's my turn <;3"

He enters you from behind, only giving you a little bit of time to adjust before fucking you, HARD. You can hardly pick your head up and open your eyes to see him destroying you in the mirror. Asmo on the other hand had no problems enjoying the view, it only turned him on more.

"Comon, look at yourself like you commanded me. Look how beautiful we look connected together. You're so pretty, I'm so pretty! We're meant for each other <;3"

Parting your eyelids enough to look, you see him looking hungrily at you, your eyes meet and you suddenly feel shy, he took the control back at some point and you can't even complain. He hit all the right spots in you, and moaning all the right praises, you could not help but orgasm all over his cock. He grinds you until you finish, to turn you around. Asmo could control his orgasm extremely well so he always choose where to cum. Today he went with your face and chest, painting you like a art piece. He turned you back to face the mirror as if to admire his work.

"You look beautiful darling decorated with me. Thanks for trying to surprise and please me."

He gave you all the kisses and praise in the world. Playing with your hair and giving a shoulder massage, but you knew this was his way of sneaking in a round two. You'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued, after all Asmo always had a way of getting to you ;)

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you get gravesreader

Pegging, transmasc reader

Humiliating isn’t enough to describe this. He’s aching, knees on the cold cement floor and bare, shivering in the cold despite the heat that feels like Graves is going to burn out from the inside, like someone’s pried his mouth open and poured a Molotov inside with a match as a chaser.

He’s kneeling here, in nothing but his jeans, arms crossed behind his back. It’d be easier if you tied him up, so you never do. Your expectation is more binding than any pair of cuffs in the country, and it leaves him staining the front of his pants like a drunk teenager.

You know it too, he can tell. God, he can always tell, you let him read you like a book every day of the week and it should be something he holds over your head, would be with any other person on the fucking planet but with you it’s some weapon you slide between his ribs at your leisure, like everything else. Topsy turvy, you spin things around until he can’t keep level and then tease him for confusing you with the stars in his vision.

You’re wearing The Boots again. Every day he curses and thanks himself for being weak enough to tell you how much it thrills him to see you in them, big black combat boots. You’ve never seen battle, he’d slit his own throat before Graves would let you near, but it tickles something in him, sets some small animalistic urge gnawing and drooling. You’re an attentive boyfriend.

You smile, the sight of his discomfort like some twisted treat. He hopes it tastes like honey, and from the way your fingers trace lines of fire-hot contact on his cheek as you tilt his head, it does. White phosphorus, eating into his skin, inside out.

The strap is black, and big. He almost expected you to come in with hot pink or something, just to piss him off more. Small mercies, if he can manage to keep the memory of it inside him out of his head. 

You tilt his head closer to the latex head, so helpless but to follow your beckoning calls. Some goddamn shepard you are, with your siren song and your smiles, and the way you tug him into closets to jack him off until he nearly breaks his teeth and cums all over his uniform. You wind him up like a toy and leave him to collapse in disrepair without a care in the world and a hop in your step and he can’t help but love it. He can’t fucking help but crawl after you, hands bleeding and oh so hungry.

What’s wrong with him? How did he get here?

You shift your hips, pressing the dildo against his lips and it’s so casual a movement it infuriates Graves, sets some animal in him gnashing its teeth as his body throbs with a wave of arousal. 

“Suck.” Is your decree, your command, and it’s everything but divine in its sway. But he bucks, digs in his heels and turns his head away as it rubs insistently against his cheek. He knows this is just part of your game, your dance, that every protest and muttered swear and every time you wear him down and he concedes that you’ve won, that it’s your thrill. But his ego demands he bite back, even if he’s just uselessly snapping his jaws at a target out of reach, battle lost before it was conceived.

“Why?” He huffs, like his head isn’t spinning. Your hand is in his hair, tugging, and the two of you are so close, the smell of you is sending scattered stars through his head and managing coherent thoughts that aren’t stained and tainted with need is getting difficult. “It’s a hunk of plastic. It—you’re not going to get anything with it.” He glances back at you, whale eye, unable to resist the urge to see you. If he can just convince you to let him eat you out, it’ll be less…this. Less of a reminder that he isn’t the man of the men in this relationship. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the nights he spends bent over, whining out for you. It’s why you love to force him to, at every opportunity. You’re a cruel, cruel man. Evil, even.

“Didn’t I just tell you what to do?” You say, ignoring his very valid and extremely serious points. Graves is sure he’ll hold you accountable for this grievous insult later, when he isn’t leaking all over his thighs and so hard he’s sure he’ll die if you don’t let him touch himself. His fingers twitch on his thighs, he’s keeping so still, the posture you had tugged him into limb by limb like some sort of doll, helpless to your whims. He feels pinned, like some interesting insect you’ve dried and stuck to a board, pin through his middle. God, he hates it when you finally look at him, when you finally touch him, the weight of your attention is nearly painful, the heady flame of it burns him like sticking his hand into a fireplace.

He spends the rest of his time craving it with every bone in his goddamn body. You’re a wildfire, you consume him so utterly and leave ashes in your wake that by your bidding, by your miracle, sprout into green, new leaves. He’s reborn under your palms, wet and shivering. You tug him forwards again and he can’t help it. He never can.

Graves parts his lips, taking the strap’s bulbous head inside. It tastes like silicone, cool to the touch. He knows every inch, every ridge in another way, and now his tongue is lathing at it, branding the patterns into his mind. It sends a shiver down his spine, and you groan, pressing it down his throat without mercy. Fuck, the way you make him feel so exposed, so open, like you’ve picked all of his locks and pried him apart, skinned him and left him bare for your own delight. He’s sick for the way his hips jolt, seeking friction as his cock twitches, another pulse of precum oozing onto the floor. He wants to reach down and find some relief so badly, but your implicit orders settle like a collar around his neck, and god help him Graves can’t disobey. It’s infuriating, how easily he finds himself under your influence but the anger he stubbornly clings to melts away under your palms as you guide his head forwards.

It’s just a hunk of plastic.

It’s a mantra he’s kept since the first night you fingered him open and left him gasping and raw in a filthy rented bed. Since you’ve sunk your talons into him, lured from his office and into your clutches, your shadowed corners, restaurant bathrooms and hotel rooms. It has yet to comfort him, but he clings to it, despite. You’ve yet to say you love him, but Graves looks up at you, teary eyed from the plastic cock you’re shoving down his throat, adoring, despite. He can’t help himself, helpless in your presence as a flower to sunlight, stropped down to base needs.

You’re enjoying it, half lidded eyes gleaming. He can see it on your face through bleary vision and it sends a thrill from his straining throat down like lightning through his entire body. Graves rocks forwards, letting you fill his throat, fill his body from the inside out as he struggles to adapt. 

Christ, he can’t breathe. He doesn’t even want to, with your fingers lazily curling in his hair. You take your time picking him apart, pinning him to the board in whatever position you like. He can’t even blame you. He loves you so much he feels like he’ll come apart, centered here.

[blownbybakugou]

hey can you please do one where y/n and bakugou was roommates and you liked him and one day he catches you humping his pillow then he fucks you?

Yes! This sounds like something I’d write ngl.

warnings: degradation kink, pillow humping, nipple play, humiliation kink, voyeurism, mentions of cum eating, spanking, unprotected sex, pussy slaps, FEMALE anatomy.

pairing(s): Bakugou x GN! Reader (No pronouns used)

word count: 1.1k

request status: open

matchup status: closed

prompt status: closed

You knew it was a bad idea, but the thrill of it all left your head woozy from bliss, the friction of your roommate's pillow against your clit erupting a whimper from your throat. "B-Bakugou..." Your hands bunch up in the delicate fabric of the white sheets of his bed, feeling your orgasm approach at an alarming rate. "Gonna cum," You say to yourself, your eyes rolling back. "That's right, cum." Your hips falter, your eyes slowly drifting up until they meet with the vermillion ones you've learned to love. Your face heats in embarrassment, the dampened pillow of his you were using suddenly feeling very hot and uncomfortable. Your gaze falls down to the ground in shame, that is until you spot something that makes your cunt throb, and your hips squirm. Bakugou was clearly palming himself, getting off to you being flustered. "Why'd you stop? I thought I said to cum." Katsuki's calloused hands grab your jaw firmly and pull your head back up to face his searing stare. "What? Too fucking embarrassed to cum now that I caught you humping my pillow like a whore?" Your whole body was practically burning from arousal and humiliation at this point, even with the sight of your long-term crush palming his bulge through his sweats. Seeing as you weren't making any moves to continue pleasuring yourself, Bakugou struck your outer thigh as a reprimanding way to encourage you to continue. "I thought I said, cum." Katsuki repeats, his intense glare making more of your slick soak into the material of his pillow. Your hips begin rocking again by his command, the pleasure amplified just from his gaze alone. Your orgasm began to creep up on you again, your jaw-dropping and your eyes crossing as you feel the overwhelming euphoria wash over each and every nerve in your body. Your toes curl when the sensation doesn't stop, a hand reaching in between you and the pillow and pinching your clit teasingly. A surprised yelp leaves your mouth when Bakugou grabs your ankles and hooks them around his waist, his sweats now long gone. His grey boxers had a darkened stain in them from his precum and your mouth started to water at the thought of lapping up the white nectar. "Oh? Dirty slut wants my cock, huh?" You look up at him with pleading orbs, the need to have him inside of you churning in your stomach. "Pretty please, Bakugou." You whine, trying to push your naked slit up against him. "That's the wrong name." A growl leaves his throat when he leaves another harsh slap on you, this time on your exposed ass. "It's Katsuki to you" He redirects, tightening the already bruising hold he had on your hips. "Yes, Katsuki." Once his given name leaves your pretty lips, he was quick to silence you with a rough kiss that made your mind swirl in anticipation. He pulled away with a smug expression, examining your breathless appearance. You pulled at the rim of his boxers, gifting him desperate eyes just to convince him to fuck you already. "Good whores don't beg unless asked to." Katsuki grins, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit, which was still twitching wildly from your last orgasm. "But, I think I'll allow it this one time." Your cheeks flush, the implication that he wanted to do this more than once causing your heart to flutter and warm in happiness. "P-Please Katsuki, really want y-your big cock i-inside!" You try to squirm, but Bakugou holds you in place. "Inside?" Bakugou lets his thumb trail down to your wet and contracting hole. "Here?" You frantically nod, pushing your hips back in an attempt to let the appendage sink inside you, but just as his thumb almost went completely in, he yanks it back out. "I thought you wanted my cock?" Bakugou hums, licking your arousal off of himself. "I do! Please, I really do, I'll be r-really good!" Katsuki lets out a grunt of approval, unhooking your ankles to slide down his tight boxers and let his fully erect dick spring to life. You held your legs up by your thighs, your eyes hazy in lust, and your cunt was dripping your essence down onto the already sweat-soaked sheets. Bakugou nudges your clit with the head

of his leaking cock, the feeling sending you into a frenzy of want, your hips bucking into his member to let it glide across the sensitive ball of nerves. Katsuki stops you immediately, pushing into your pussy and relishing in the feeling of your tight walls pulsating around him in unison to his rapid thrusts. "You like it when you're stuffed full of cock, huh whore?" Bakugou matches his words with a timed rough slap to your rear, which automatically sent a jolt to your cunt. "I can feel you shaking, slut. Cumming already?" His dark laughter rang through the sex-filled air, but you were too entranced in your own bliss to notice that he was mocking you. Bakugou lets one of his hands off of your hip and lays a slap down onto your engorged clit, which sends an excessively loud moan out of your mouth to grace Bakugou's ears. "Ha, such a dirty bitch, getting off to your little cunny getting slapped." Katsuki repeatedly smacks the small nub, watching and listening complacently as your neared your second release of the night. "Come on, cum for me." Your body convulses as a powerful mind-wrecking orgasm surges throughout your body, igniting every nerve in your body and causing your back to arch off the mattress in complete and utter euphoria. Bakugou keeps up his harsh pace until his hips begin to stutter, pulling out and shooting his cum out onto your stomach and tits. Bakugou keeps his gaze locked onto your overstimulated pussy, pinching your clit one last time to watch you clench around nothing. "You did good, or whatever." Katsuki rests his head on the pillow doused in your slick, which makes you jump up. "Oh my god, Katsuki I'm so sorry, let me go grab one of my pillows-"

"Shut up, I want to sleep on this pillow, dumbass."

[hanji-is-life]

would you ever uhhM write some tasty phone sex with best boy bakugou?

i just love his dirty talk ok i want him to tell me what to do 🤤🤤🤤

When I first saw this ask, it made me go feral—

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“What are you wearing?”

It was so cheesy and stereotypical, you couldn’t help but laugh. You can hear Bakugou growl on the other end of the phone as you tuck it in between your neck and shoulder to reach on top of the dresser in front of you.

“Fuck is so funny, princess?”

You can practically hear the pout in his voice, making you laugh again. You pull the lotion from its place, start quickly lathering yourself in it as you put the phone on speaker and lay it on the dresser.

“Are you tryna have phone sex, Katsuki?” You’ve always been one to just lay it bare. You can hear the choked grunt on the other side of the phone, making you snort softly. He splutters for a second, calling you all kinds of names, before he finally settles.

“I guess. I haven’t gotten a chance to jerk off because of this damn mission. M’ready to come home and fuck you stupid.”

His dirty talk is so much better when it doesn’t feel like he’s reading from a script. You shivered, finish rubbing the rest of the lotion in before padding over to the bed. You lay your towel down underneath you as you sit on top of it.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There’s a slow change to his voice. It’s become huskier and deeper. You listen intently as he sucks in a shaky breath, the sound of fabric rustling faintly in the background.

“I just got out of the shower, so m’naked.” You murmur, lay back on the pillow that still smells like him. “Wanna know what I did in the shower?” You ask.

“Hopefully washed your fucking ass.”

You snort, stopping your hand from its trail to your cunt. Bakugou chuckles from the other end of the phone, gruff and deep. It gives you chills.

“You need to work on your phone sex game, damnit.” You chuckle, continuing your path down to between your legs.

“Not used to not being around you for this long. Rusty.”

His words and sentences are getting shorter, as the sounds of rustling fabric grows a little louder. You suck in a deep breath as your fingers finally meet your sopping folds.

“Anyway, while I was in the shower, I couldn’t help but think about you.” Your own voice goes husky as you dip a finger in between your lips. Bakugou sucks in a shaky breath, the sound of a zipper sounding off not too far away.

“Yeah? What about me?”

“Your hands. They’re so big and warm. Love how they wrap around my neck, tug on my tits, play with my clit.”

Bakugou groans at that, before crude spitting sounds throughout the phones speakers. Your body jolts, your mouth dropping open on instinct. Fuck, you wished he was here.

“You use the shower head thinking about me?”

“Uh huh,”

“Dirty fucking girl. You know that? Know how fucking nasty you are for putting the shower head on that naughty clit without recording it for me?”

His words sound disappointed, but the obvious wet smacks of his hand on his cock says the opposite. You start to rub your clit vigorously, trying to match the pace you hear on the phone. Your hips buck off of the bed as you whimper.

“M’sorry, baby, I was just so desperate. Wanted you so bad.”

“I know, princess. But the next time you do that shit, best believe I’m tying your ass up and overstimming you when I get home.”

He’s growling now, voice strained as he tries to gain control of himself. You’ve stopped though, resorted to pushing two fingers inside of your dripping cunt as the other quickly rubs your clit in desperate circles.

“F-fuck, I miss you. Miss your hands and your cute face and your mouth—fuck, I miss your mouth.” The more you think about his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue dipping between your walls, the faster it brings you to your orgasm.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck y-yeah.”

“You gonna cum? Huh? Gonna cum thinking about me licking your slutty little pussy?”

Even though he’s asking, if feels more like an indirect command to cum anyway. So you do, crying out his name as you turn your head to the phone so he can hear the wet slosh your fingers create.

Under your own moans, you can hear his choked groans of your name. The two of you bask in each other’s deep breaths and ragged sighs before you finally find your voice to speak.

“Miss you. Come home safe—and in one piece, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah. Miss you too.” You can hear more rustling as you assume he’s started to clean up his mess. You should be following suit, but sleeping like this feels like the best option tonight.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, princess.”

And with that, you hang up, dreaming of red eyes, warm palms, and a sinful mouth.

[zeroweeenies]

request: [gojo x reader] gojo buys a collar with his name on it and decides to have fun with reader

(smut)

“Property”

Desc: gojo shows you who you belong to.

Character(s): Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

WARNINGS: bunny kink, 18+ minors dni

You heard the door open as you see Satoru appear in the kitchen. You were making his favorite meal, dressed in nothing just the way he liked when returned from a long mission.

Running up to him, you practically jumped on him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, beaming up at his blindfolded face.

“Toru, you’re home!” kissing his chin and jawline sweetly, you nipped at his neck.

“My little bunny’s happy to see me,” he smiled smugly, setting you down and placing a small peck on your forehead.

“Missed you, so much.”

Gojo had been gone for the past week on some big mission. You never knew too much about his work since Satoru shielded you away from the sorcerer world. You were aware of the world, that monsters actually existed and were called curses. You never encountered one though, being that you didn’t wield cursed energy.

But you didn’t need to because Gojo did, and he was the strongest so you knew he’d always protect you.

“I got you something baby, close your eyes.” he reached behind his back to grab something.

Lips forming into a smile, you half closed your eyes, trying to see what he got for you.

“Hey! No peeking” he hid the object behind his back so it was out of your view.

“Okay, okay,” you pouted, finally closing your eyes all the way as you bounced in anticipation.

He waved his hand in front of your face, making sure you weren’t trying to sneak a peek before holding the object out in front of him.

Gojo always brought you back something when he got back from his trips. He always wanted to make sure his bunny was satisfied, whether it be with his love, his cock, or his money, and you loved all three. He made sure to spoil his girl all the time.

“Okay bunny, you can open them now”

With his permission, you fluttered your eyes open as he held out a piece of jewelry before you. It was a jeweled choker littered in white diamonds with his name spelled out in cursive across the front in big cursive letters, ‘Satoru.’ A beautiful teardrop shaped diamond hung from the center, it matched the color of Gojo’s eyes.

Your mouth dropped in veneration, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. It looked so expensive, you bet Gojo must’ve spent a fortune on it.

“Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?” you broke your stare with the jewelry to glance at the man before you. “I fucking love it!” you pounced on him, attacking him with kisses.

“Thank you baby,” you plant a sweet kiss right on his lips.

“Turn around so I can put it on you,” he patted your ass, prompting you to get down.

You made sure your hair was out of the way as Gojo stepped behind you, his crotch pressing against your naked ass as he placed the choker onto your neck, fitting perfectly like it was meant to be there.

“This way,” you felt his hot breath on you, making your core heat up while one of his hands explored your body, the other coming to rest at the sides of your neck.

“Everyone will know who this throat belongs to.”

“Satoru,” you breathed out

“I’ve been gone for a while, why don’t you remind me what that pretty mouth can do?” he spun you around, easing you to your knees.

He ran his finger across your smooth lips, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You sucked the pad of his thick finger, fumbling with the zipper of his pants as you pulled his cock out.

Your mouth salivated at the view of Satoru’s erection in front of you, it was pale and pink at the tip with veins covering it’s expanse.

You pump him a few times in your hand, making him let out a low groan. Your eyes fluttered up at the white haired man before you, his thumb reaching further in your mouth until you gag.

“How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even handle a finger in your mouth?. Maybe I just won’t give it to you.”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head wildly.

“I don’t know, bunny” he tsked “I don’t think you deserve it”

“No Satoru! I can handle it, I promise!” you spoke with his finger still in your mouth, drool beginning to leak from the sides.

“Good girl,” he motions your head onto his length, groaning when you finally take him.

You suck his cock just the way he likes, wet and sloppy with lots of tongue. Running the muscle on the underside of his cock, you suck your cheeks in as you bob up and down continuously.

Gojo grabs both sides of your head, taking control as he thrusts his hips in and out of your wet mouth, using you like a fuck doll. His length twitches as you feel his fat tip touch the back of your throat, and you know it’s gonna leave bruises with how rough he’s being.

Tears prick the back of your eyes as he shoots in your mouth, cursing as he continues to release himself. He doesn’t stop until he’s filled your mouth full of his cum, pulling out when he’s finished as he releases his painful grip on your hair.

You swallow like always, his bitter cum washing down your throat and traveling all the way down into your tummy.

Satoru bends down to your place on the floor to kiss you, pulling you to your feet as he hoists you up onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Lay back bunny,” he commands, and you do. He sucks one of your tits into his mouth, groping the flesh with one hand while he focuses the other on your clit.

You whimper as his mouth dances around your thighs, your puffy wet cunt, your entrance, everywhere except where you wanted it to be. He was teasing you. As much as you loved it when Gojo took his time with you, you needed him now, even more so since you haven’t felt his touch in so long.

You buck your hips up to try to get him to lick that spot, letting out a long whine when he pushes your hips back down.

“If you want something, you know how to ask, bunny.” he smirked teasingly

“Please, ‘Toru” you quietly whined.

“You can do better than that,” he slipped two fingers into you easily, making you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back.

You were vulnerable, especially in this state where you would do and say anything for him to keep doing what he was doing.

“Please, lick my... lick my p-pussy” you rushed out the last part, too humiliated to say it louder.

He curled his fingers on your g-spot and placed his mouth on your neglected nub, sending sparks throughout your entire body. Your back arched off the counter as Satoru continued to finger you aggressively, his mouth sucking your clit harshly as pain and pleasure consumed you.

Your climax was approaching soon and you could feel yourself getting closer to that release. You felt yourself getting higher.

Higher. Higher. Higher.

Until you felt yourself coming down as you came, releasing your fluid all over Satoru’s face and mouth, feeling yourself becoming empty. He lapped up your cum and juices, licking it all up as if you were his dinner.

Your eyes widened, forgetting about the dinner you were preparing long before he got here. It was probably burning by now.

He licked his fingers clean, pulling you to the edge of the counter while he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Satoru, the food--”

“Fuck the food.”

You were starting to get frantic, worried that the dinner would be ruined.

“But Satoru--” your words were muffled as Gojo removed the blindfold from his face to shove it in your mouth, revealing his crystalline colored irises.

You tasted the juices on the eye covering that were coated with your cum from your previous orgasm, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Satoru slammed his fat fucking cock into you.

You screamed behind the blindfold as your little pussy struggled to take him into you despite him stretching you out with his fingers.

“You should really learn when to be quiet bunny,” He pulled you up by your neck, his hand resting around the collar that he gifted you.

“My property doesn’t get to speak.”

[pars-ley]

One night

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Summary: When you meet a previous one night stand on a speed dating night, how can you possibly resist another go with the guy who turns you on beyond belief.

Genre: Strangers to lovers au / Speed dating au / One night stand au / Smut / Drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Oral f and m receiving / Rimming / Anal fingering / Bathroom sex / Protected sex / Sex from behind / Nipple play /Jimin with nipple piercings / Explicit language / Spitting / Swallowed oral cumshot / Mentions of sex toys

Word count:1.8k

Notes: This is a request for @a-violet-suga-kookie​ sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @yutasgalaxy for helping me photoshop the pic for my banner.

Beta: Thank you to @eatjeanjin​ your enthusiasm and suggestions helped a lot

You walk begrudgingly into the room following behind your friend, tables for two all spaced apart and a big timer at one end. 

She smiles nervously at you and you return an encouraging thumbs up. As soon as her back is to you your eyes roll at the thought of what you are about to do. Speed dating is one of your worst nightmares, but in order to show support to your newly single and emotionally vulnerable friend, you put that aside.

"Welcome, please take a seat at a table and get comfortable. I shall bring in the other participants and we can start." announces the female host, with a smile large enough it looks almost painful.

You sit down at an adjacent table to your friend and give her a reassuring wink, before the door opens and the timer has begun. 

Mundane questions and boring responses are leaving you wishing you stayed at home in your pyjama’s and a date with your vibrator. At least you would be guaranteed satisfaction.

Suddenly, striking blonde hair catches your eye a couple of tables down and as you glance over he's already looking at you.

His full lips curve into a delicious one sided smile before returning his attention to his date. 

Park Jimin. Your thighs press together automatically, recalling the night you spent with him. Every perfect detail of it and him, sails seductively behind your eyes. The one night stand that was never meant to happen but did and blew your mind.

It feels like time stops, while you wait for another agonising two rounds for him to reach your table. 

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He says, as he sits down in such a commanding fashion you can't help but find your bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you."

His pupils expand at your words as his eyes trace over your outfit, pausing briefly at your cleavage. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here for moral support for a friend." You tilt your head to your right and he glances at her. "You?"

"Would you believe me if I said the same? Dark hair, tattoo sleeve and big doe eyes." You look behind him and see who he means, recalling your conversation with him to have been the least boring here.

"What are the chances?" You laugh.

He watches you for a moment, a smile playing at the edges of his perfect mouth.

"You never left me your number." He interjects your thoughts.

"You never gave me yours." You quip.

"You didn't give me a chance." He raises an eyebrow at you. A simple move that he manages to make devastatingly sexy. "I woke up and you had vanished without a trace. All I had was your name and the taste of your pussy on my lips and you can't imagine how much that can drive a man crazy."

Hearing him say something so filthy so casually had your cunt throbbing violently with desire, a pool of liquid-want starting in your underwear.

"I would have liked to call you and see you again." He presses.

"I'm here now." You reply, leaning onto the table; your breasts swelling even more with the movement.

His hand on your thigh under the table surprises you but your heart responds instantly pounding wildly with need. "Meet me in the big toilet as soon as the break starts," the pleading in his voice is too hard to resist, not that you were planning on it anyway. 

He got up swiftly and just like the wind, he was gone. You receive a few looks from neighbouring tables, your friend being one of them, but you just shrug and smile innocently.

The much awaited break time was finally announced and you can't scramble off of your chair fast enough, out of the door before anyone else is even away from their tables. But disappointment pangs when you read the "OUT OF ORDER" note taped on the toilet door. Frantically glancing around, you decide to chance knocking. Much to your delight, the door opens and you are pulled in briskly by the hand.

The door is closed and locked as you're backed against it.

"God, do you have any idea how often I've thought about you?" He whispers, so close his breath fans across your face, pulling you in. His eyes burning with a need so fierce you're winded from the impact.

"Probably about as often as I've thought about you." Your fingers already fumbling with the button on his jeans.

His mouth crashes against yours, tongue eagerly dancing with yours as you become a mass of grappling hands and frantic kisses. He pulls away leaving you gasping for air but wanting more of his soft lips on yours. He pushes up your leather skirt and yanks your underwear down, pulling it off each ankle as he sinks onto his knees. 

He throws one leg over his shoulder and looks up at you. 

"Trust me?"

You nod and he wastes no time doing the same to the other leg, taking all of your weight as he plunges his mouth straight onto your needy pussy.

The sinful sound that vibrates through him as he tastes you has you moaning in response.

You're thrown down memory lane instantly, the way his lips and tongue explore every crevice, how he sucks just enough on your clit drawing his name from your lips like a spell. Even his tight grip on your buttocks keeping you firmly in place, makes you rabid with lust. You start grinding against him, unable to control your body. He moans against you, making you quiver signalling that familiar tight pull coming closer. But before you can let go, your feet are returned to the ground - legs wobbling underneath you - and he's turning you, your face pressing hard against the door. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along your arsehole, the sensation nearly shooting you through the roof but he holds you firmly in place, spreading your cheeks harshly as he does.

Your toes curl as his fingers wrap around you and he begins massaging your clit. Your heavy breaths creating a pattern of condensation across the door.

And then his grip on you is gone and you feel unsteady as he stands and pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket. 

When you see the glint of the foil wrapper, excitement blooms in your already tight core; coiled and ready to spring. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushes down his boxers and glides the condom onto his generous erection. 

He wastes no time in pressing you back up against the door and sliding into you, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pauses there for a moment and you feel something hot on your arsehole that quickly turns cold as the air hits it and you realise he's spat on you. The thought has you clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He says breathlessly. "Do you like this?" He asks as he slowly pushes a finger inside your rear.

"Ohh, yes." You moan.

He starts rocking his hips and finger in a simultaneous rhythm. Feeling so full and deliciously stretched had you dripping off of him. Your nails, clinging onto the door frame, embedding and no doubt leaving little crescents in the wood.

You feel the build up take hold to a point you can't return from as you tighten around him.

"Oh yes, baby, let me feel you cum around this cock." He whispers in your ear as you unravel. Spasming uncontrollably and calling his name from behind his fingers now caged around your mouth, the action just heightening all the sensations you feel. 

As your orgasm subsides, your legs trembling, he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. You turn to face him and his mouth is on you instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says against your lips. 

Your fingers find his shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. The glint of something in the light catches your attention, as you hold him at arm's length and admire the sight before you.

"They're new." You say, genuine surprise in your voice.

He looks down at his pierced nipples and back up to you with the cockiest smirk. "You like ‘em?"

You shake your head, "I love them."

He grins at you pulling you in for another kiss as you can't resist pinching and rolling one of them between your fingers. 

He jolts but moans against you and bucks his hips, his dick pressing desperately against you, aching to be touched.

Your lips go straight for the silver bar, sucking it hastily into your mouth. The sound of it hitting against your teeth and the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth, all of it spurring you on.

"Go and sit down." 

You order, the light of lust although briefly sated had not died down.

He puts the lid on the toilet seat down and does as you say. 

On your knees, you gently slide the condom off and delve onto him with the same urgency he showed you. When he gasps and his hand goes straight to your hair, you can feel his wildness beneath you. Hips bucking up matching your rhythm as you take him in until he's hitting the back of your throat with every suck.

"Look at me." He whispers and as soon as your eyes hit his, he becomes a shaking mess.

"Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it." He strains before his hot, salty orgasm releases into your mouth. You swallow as he grinds into you, holding your hair off your face and watching every movement you make.

He helps you up once he's done and you both tidy yourselves up. 

"So, see anyone you like out there?" He asks as he does up his shirt.

You shake your head and scoff. "No. What about you?" You hate the small, sick feeling in your stomach at the possible answer. He's just some guy you've fucked twice, that's all.

"No, I couldn't keep my eyes off you." 

When his gaze meet yours in the mirror it's sweet and gentle, a complete contrast to before.

"Listen," he turns to face you. "I know that one night stands are not ideal to start with but I'd really like to take you out to dinner?"

There's a hesitancy in his voice that intrigues you, a very vulnerable side to the confident man you're used to seeing.

"What about after this?" You reply.

His eyes light up. "Yeah, sounds great." 

You smile awkwardly at each other and he kisses you on the cheek as if 5 minutes ago he didn't have his lips smothered on your arsehole. 

[itsthestutterforme]

Not As It Seems 1/2 (Vincenzo)

Summary: Y/N and Vincenzo grew up in the Mafia. You owed him for saving your ass on a mission gone wrong. It's always been that way between you two. You save his hide, he saves yours. He wants you to stay undercover and find your way into Babel Pharmaceuticals as an extra pair of eyes to find out who the CEO of Babel was. But as normal, mission does not go as planned.

Pairings: Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Joon woo (romantic)

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Given, you Vincenzo did save your ass big time the last mission you were on but the magnitude of this favor was worth three small ones. Regardless, you are a woman of my word. You were about a month in you cover when you caught the eye of Jang Han seo.

You started as a tech at his floor but once he found out that you loved to play ice hockey and spicy foods, he fell head first in love with you. It did not take much for him to fall for you, which was actually heart breaking. You treated him with respect and kindness, something that he wasn't used to by anyone.

The first date was at a spicy ramen shop where you talked all night until the shop was closed. The second date was at his condo where we watched the live ice hockey game while you ate spicy kimchi. By the third date, you were comfortable being around one another. You ended the date with a long, much needed hug.

In the Mafia, you weren't used to affection and Jang Han seok was verbally and physically abused by his mother and brother. You held each other for at least a minute straight. You can still remember him burying his face into your neck as you wrap your arms around his medium build.

His hands rested respectfully on your upper back and shoulder blades. When you finally pulled away, you both bowed and said thank you. You bowed at the same time, hitting each other in the head.

You chuckle in rememberance of that date. Jang Han seo was truly a good guy. He wasn't capable of doing the horrific things Cassano was telling me about. He didn't have the heart for it, so there has to be someone else calling the shots. Someone close enough to be whispering commands into Han seo's ear. You just have to figure out who.

You knock on the door and wait for a while, winging you purse side to side as you waited. You furrowed your brows when you Han seo doesn't open the door. "Han seo?" You call from outside and still no answer. It wasn't until you heard a gun shot that you kicked the door down and tumbled inside.

You take out your knife and round the corner until you saw Han seo crouching down on the floor in front of his gun. You look around for the threat but didnt see any. "Han seo?" You say, tucking away your knife. You kneel down next to him and his body jolts upwards. "What!" "Honey, what happened?"

"I ca- I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Because I can't! You're an outsider and he'll kill me." "Who?" "He ruins everything he touches." He says, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, but we can't see each other anymore. " "What? What is this about? Who says we can't be together?"

"Me, I say I can't. Just go!" He yells, making you wince. His eyes were red and puffy, he's clearly been cryibg. You hold his face in your hands and press a warm kiss to his forehead. "You know where to find me." You say before silently stand up and leaving. Closing the door, you let out a shaky breath.

You knew this was bound to happen but you got too caught up in the moments with Han seo. But at least now you can distance yourself and find a different approach on finding who the real CEO is. You walk towards your car and say to yourself to keep it together but as you as you hop in, tears fell on your cheeks.

"Damn it, Y/N. Pull yourself together." You say between sobs. You turn on the car and throw it into drive before pulling out of his driveway. You always made fun of those who fell in love while they were undercover, and now you feel like a hipocrite. You pull into your driveway to see Joon woo with a crate of rice wine.

You roll your eyes and tried your best to dry your tears but your eyes still gave it away. "How did you hear so fast?" You ask, getting out of your car. "My brother and I are close, and he really cared about you." "Well he sure has a way of showing it," you say, wiping away more tears.

"Come on, let's drink away our sorrows." He says and you genty take the crate into your hands. "Awe, where's yours?" You tease. He chuckles whole heatedly and says, "That's cute." "You can wait in the living room. I have to take a shower first." "Sure thing,"

Later that week, Joon woo has been stopping over your house every Friday night to check in on you. You were actually starting to get used to it. Today was Friday and he didn't come. You waited until 11 pm to go over his house and check in on him. You knock on the door and Joon woo opens it with a towel wrapped around his waist.

You fix your eyes on his face but there was a deep temptation to look elsewhere. "Y/N, hi," "Have you no manners? If you make plans with someone and can't make it, you can at least call." "I didn't know that it would urk you this bad. I'm sorry." You cross your arms and roll your eyes. "I was in the middle of shower, did you want to join me?"

"Excuse me?" "You seem a little tense." He leans his body arm against the door frame and his towel dips a little. "What if I am?" "Oh, I have a few things in mind." He says, his eyes slowly scanning your body. He leans forward and lift your chin up to plant a firm, possessive kiss on your lips.

You collapse onto his chest and he pulls you inside his loft. He closes the door before pushing you against it, his hands attached to your waist as he kisses your neck. Leaning you head against the door, he dips his head into your breasts and slides his hand into your shorts.

You gasp softly as he curls his fingers into your folds. Slowly pumping his fingers, you can feel his gaze on you. "Such a pretty girl. Can't wait for feel you clenching around my dick." He says, making you whimper.

"Move faster, please." You beg and it took him less than a second to speed up his movements. You dig your nails into his back and you spread you legs to give him more access.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks some of your juices off. "What happened?" You say breathlessly. "You're not loud enough." He kneels down on the ground and pulls down you shorts to your ankles.

You step out of them and he says, "Look at that beautiful pussy of yours, baby." You two lock eyes as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and slowly licks the stripe.

Your hands find his hair and tug on it softly as he sinks his tongue and pumps it in out of your pussy. You moan loudly when he pumps two fingers in you and applies pressure to your clit with his tongue.

The more he rolls his tongue, the stronger the build up in your stomach was. Your clit grew sensitive under his touch and your tried to pull away from him.

He scratch your thighs harshly and you yelp out. His fingers curl into a g spot and you slam your hand against the door. "Oh God," you chant until your felt apart under his tongue. He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive clit, making your breaths turn heavy.

"Joon, please! I'm so close!" You yell out. He rolls tongue against you and softly sucked repeatedly. Soon after, you fell apart again and you legs bucked. You fell to the ground and he catches your abdomen. He cups your cheeks and pressed a firm kiss on your lips. Your juices rubbed from his lips to yours as he invades your mouth.

You were breathless as he pulls away from your lips. He lifts you into his arms and stands up effortlessly. He lips were attached to yours the entire trip up the stairs and to his bedroom. You pull away to take off your shirt and unclip your bra.

You hear his towel drop and you buck your hips in anticipation. He lowers your body and slowly pushes his member into you.

You throw you head back and he sucks on the base of your neck. He bucks his hips and your wraps your legs around his waist to pulls him further into you. Rolling your hips to match his thrusts, he says, "Fuck, Y/N." Still buried inside of you, he lays you on the bed. He brings your legs over his shoulder and yells escape your lips with his heavy thrusts.

He lifts his hand and you links your fingers with his as he rails you into the bed. Your eyes are snapped shut as your walls flutter around his member. You bury you face into his shoulder as your rub your throat raw from yelling. "Look at me, " he commands.

You pull away from his shoulder and look into his eyes. "There's my pretty girl." He leans his forehead against yours as he slows his thrusts to chase his euphoria. You reach yours soon after and he pulls out of you. "Top me," "What?" You look at him through hooded eyes.

"I want you to see how beautiful you look on top," "I don't have enough strength for that, Joon." "Yes you do. Just one more time and I'll let you rest for the rest of the night." He lays on his back and you instruct him to sit up against the bed frame. He does so and doesn't break eye contact.

You softly pump his member in your hand until he's fully erected and sink yourself on him. You plant your foot on either side of his lap and rock your hips back and forth. His moans makes your pussy wet and sink further on him. You lean forward and bite on his lower lip. "Fuck, you keep doing that and I'll have my way with you for the entire night."

He arches his back as you scratch up his back. You roll your hips a little faster and his body goes rigid as his second wave of euphoria washed over him. You slide off of his lap and lay down on your stomach. You tuck your arms under the pillow as you lay on it. Joon lays on his side and draws circles on your back.

He waits until you were asleep but you were quite unconscious when he says, "I knew it was the right call to make Han seo break up with you."

[justanotherblonde23]

An Unexpected Surprise - A Marcus Moreno Story

Author’s Note: So with some encouraging from my friends, I decided to post my writing! I know that technically we don’t know anything about Marcus Moreno, but that superhero dad has been taking up space in my mind rent free all week. I tagged people that I know wanted to read this and a few that I thought might enjoy it. Please let me know what you think! -Kat 

Content Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), P in V

Tags: @autumnleaves1991-blog @dindjarindiaries @frannyzooey @zeldasayer @hdlynnslibrary @jollyrancher87 @bisexual-space-slut @woakiees @scribbledghost @softpedropascal @catfishingmorales

Marcus trudged into the house, it was at least 2 in the morning, and he was absolutely exhausted. He was always exhausted these days; his age was catching up to him. He may be a part of the Heroics, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t getting older. He was balancing heroism, kids, a spouse, and trying to give them some semblance of a normal life. He was ready to retire, be involved in every aspect of the kids’ lives, and see his wife in more than just the middle of the night and before leaving for work. He had given enough of his life to the service of the world; now, it was about time to provide all of himself to his family. Missy, his eldest, was already 11 and getting older every single day. Jules, the baby of the family, was about to turn 5, just about to leave the toddler years behind her. He felt as if he had missed so much of their lives; he didn’t want to miss anymore. 

Most of the house lights had been turned off, signaling that most of the inhabitants were fast asleep. He hoped that at least he could get a kiss or two from the woman he loved. Maybe she would still be awake. He made his way up the stairs, checking the kids’ rooms. He planted soft kisses on their foreheads, smiling at their serene expressions. What beautiful little girls he had, he was the luckiest father in the world. 

He frowned, opening the door to the master bedroom; the soft glow of artificial light bathed the room in a yellow haze. There she was, his love, sitting in the middle of the bed, clearly wide awake, wearing her glasses and frowning at the hologram in front of her. Someone was working even later than Marcus himself. He took in her form; she still hadn’t noticed him quite yet. She was wearing a silky nightie that hit her upper thigh and a matching robe loosely tied around her. His cock stirred in his pants. Even as spent as he was from the day, the view in front of him made him want to take her to bed and fuck her senseless. 

“Dr. Moreno, hard at work, I see,” he teased. 

Her eyes shot up, smirking at him. I’m not quite Dr. Moreno yet, Marcus. You’d have to marry me first,” she teased. 

“We had a ceremony-” he started.

“And someone still hasn’t mailed the marriage certificate, even though it’s been two months. All you gotta do is bring it to the post office, baby. I’d do it myself, but somebody insisted that he’d be the one to do it.” 

Marcus groaned, falling onto the bed beside his wife (that’s what she was to him, even if he didn’t mail the marriage certificate yet). He heard some shuffling and a command for her AI system to file the holograms working on for the night. He’d lived with her for four years now, and he still hadn’t gotten used to all her tech. If he was a hero in name, she was the genius behind every piece of technology in his arsenal, as well as all of the other members of the Heroics. Her superpower was her mind, that gorgeous, intricate, genius mind of hers. Her ability to retain information, learn, critically think, and create was almost impossible to fathom truly. At 33, she had twelve doctorates in various fields, including engineering, physics, nanotechnology, and art history. Her thirst for knowledge and eagerness to invent was unparalleled, even among other enhanced individuals. He would never stop singing her praises; she was a wonder. 

“Marcus, baby, do you wanna shower and go to bed? It’s late.” 

He sighed, starting to relax into the feeling of her fingers carding through his hair. “Baby, if you keep that up, I’m gonna fall asleep right here and now. I took a shower at HQ before I left, so I’m good.” He opened his eyes when her fingers stilled, looking up at the beautiful woman with the soft smile leaning over him. 

“Do you think you can stay up for a little bit longer, honey? I have a surprise for you.” 

He sat up, scooting up against the headboard, kicking off his shoes. He felt wide awake now. His wife wasn’t typically one for surprises on any old day. He wracked his mind, trying to make sure that he hadn’t missed her birthday, their dating anniversary, or any other consequential, momentous occasion. 

“I didn’t forget a special day, did I? Fuck, amor. I’m so sorry if I did. I’ve been spread so damn thin since the wedding; I’ve been running around like a madman.” 

She placed a tiny cream-colored box in his hands, his wife sitting right in front of him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “You didn’t miss anything, Marcus, just open the box. You’ll like it, I promise.” 

He nodded, pulling at the perfect bow holding the box closed, carefully opening the lid. For a minute, he just stared at the contents of the box, his eyes wide with shock. Ever so slowly, he picked up a pair of teeny baby booties, placing them in his large palm. He took the second item out, a pregnancy test that digitally read, PREGNANT. His hands began to shake; tears began to overflow, tracking down his cheeks. He looked up, his gaze locked on the woman in front of him. 

“Sweetheart, are we-? Are you-? We’re- we’re having a baby?” he managed to choke out. 

There was one more item in the box, at the bottom, an ultrasound labeled Baby Moreno. He studied the picture intently, his thumb moving over the little blob on the paper. That was his baby, their baby. They were having a baby. 

“Holy shit,” he murmured, “we’re having a baby!”

A giggle made him raise his eyes once again. “That’s what I said, too. I’m about ten weeks along now. You’re going to be a daddy of three, Marcus Moreno.” 

He scooped up everything in his lap, dumping it on the nightstand. He quickly grabbed his wife, flipping her so that she was under him. He covered her face in kisses, whispering how beautiful she was, how she was so loved, so treasured, so cherished. How their baby was made of nothing but love, how they were precious cargo, and how he would protect both of them every single day of his life. He kissed down her jaw, down her neck, eliciting breathy moans from the woman underneath him. His kisses went lower and lower until he reached her belly, pulling her nightie up around her waist so that he could get to her bare stomach. He planted dozens of kisses all over her belly, in awe of the life growing in there. 

“Hey baby, it’s your daddy,” he cooed softly. “Your mommy and I already love you, little one, and you’ll have two big sisters that I just know will love you too. I can’t wait for you to be here, little baby. I promise I’ll be here for you.” 

He looked adoringly at the mother of his youngest child, grinning as if his world had been made complete, and in all honesty, it had been. This baby, this tiny little one growing inside of the woman that he loved most, filled a hole in his heart that he hadn’t even been aware of. 

He bit down on his lower lip, smirking while ever so slowly pulling off her panties. He would lavish the woman he loved with every ounce of devotion, adoration, and love he had to offer. A breathless Oh please, Marcus was all he needed to motivate him to continue. He opened her legs up, giving him access to her slit, wet and wanting. He groaned, the sight making his mouth water. If he had it his way, Marcus could spend hours between her thighs. Two fingers lightly toyed with her slit, moving up and down, collecting her slick. 

“Look at you, baby, so wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you. If this is what pregnancy does to you, amor, I might have to start keeping better work hours so I can spend my time between your thighs.” 

He could see her hips try to follow his fingers, desperate for more than he was giving her. “Marcus, don’t tease, please,” she whined. He chuckled, easily giving in to her pleas. He couldn’t say no to her, not tonight. 

He buried his head between her legs, tongue coming out to lick a broad strip all the way to the top of her slit, his nose nudging her clit. She tasted like heaven, making him moan into her core, sending pleasurable shivers up her spine. He speared his tongue into her, getting as deep as he could, fucking her pussy with his tongue while her fingers tangled themselves in his curls. He kept exploring her folds with his tongue, hitting all the spots he knew would make her see stars. 

He easily pushed in two fingers, causing her to buck her hips up, matching his pace. He focused his tongue on her clit, alternating between drawing lazy circles and sucking her into his mouth. His fingers hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust, bringing her closer and closer to her release. Before he knew it, she was cumming around his fingers, squeezing him tight and pulling him deeper. His mouth flooded with the taste that was uniquely hers, prompting him to moan. He could feel himself rock hard in his pants, leaking with his arousal. 

He crawled off the bed, swiftly ridding himself of his clothes, placing his glasses safely on the nightstand. He grabbed her glasses as well, placing them next to his own. She had shrugged off her robe and nightie, languidly watching him, her eyes blown wide with desire. 

“Marcus, I need you inside of me,” she begged. His large cock rested heavy against his stomach, tip red and leaking. The thought of him inside of her was almost too much. She needed him, and she needed him right now. 

He settled over her, catching her lips in a deep, earth-shattering kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, letting her taste herself. Marcus was intoxicating, enthralling, and all she wanted was more. Finally, they broke apart, panting slightly. 

“Dr. Moreno, my lovely wife, mother of my child, let me make love to you. Let me show you how happy you make me, sweetheart. I want to make you touch the sky,” he whispered into her ear. 

She beamed at him, cradling his cheek gently. “Yes, baby, I’m all yours.” He leaned back in, catching her into another searing kiss. He worked his length up and down her slit, coating himself in her slick, bumping her clit a few times in the process. At last, he began to leisurely enter her, inch by inch. They both groaned when he bottomed out, fully seated inside of her. 

“Fuck honey, you’re just so tight, so wet, so warm for me,” he whimpered, moving inside her with slow, deep strokes. He wanted to make this last, to draw out her pleasure. With every thrust, he told her how good she felt, how beautiful she looked underneath him, how her pussy was made for him, how perfect she was. He could’ve gone like that for quite some time, slowly bringing her closer and closer to her high. Only her pleas of more, faster, harder made him speed up. 

He grabbed one of her legs, placing it higher on his hip, allowing him to hit deeper inside her. Her hips moved in unison with his own, meeting each thrust into her. He would never get tired of the pretty sounds she made for him when he was fucking her. Those breathy moans she let out, the babbling it all spurred him on. He could tell she was close. She always got so fucking wet and even tighter right before she came. He dropped a hand between them, rubbing hard, tight circles around her clit. Not even a half dozen thrusts later, and she was wailing in ecstasy, clamping down on him like a vice. He wasn’t far behind, spilling himself deep within her, muttering her name over and over like a prayer. 

He rolled off of her, panting, taking a minute to catch his breath as he gazed at her blissed-out form. Hair a mess, chest heaving, lips swollen from his kisses to Marcus, she was stunning. He couldn’t think of a moment when she was more gorgeous than right then and there. He could look at her forever, just like this. 

Eventually, he got up and grabbed a warm cloth, gently cleaning her off. Turning off the light, he climbed back into bed, pulling her body to his, cradling her close. He let his hand wander, rubbing soothing circles over her belly. 

“You’re gonna look so stunning, honey, all round with our baby. I promise I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll do whatever you need.” 

He could feel his wife sigh, completely relaxed in his arms. He held her close, basking in her warmth and the love between them. He let his mind wander, thinking of the future, thinking of this baby. 

“I’m gonna cut back at work, move more into an advisory role in the Heroics. As your pregnancy progresses, I’ll be able to work from home and take a solid chunk of paternity leave when the baby comes. I’ve given enough of myself to the world. It’s time for me to give everything I can to my family, to you, to the girls, to this baby. I’ll go drop off the marriage certificate tomorrow before I go into HQ to talk about restructuring my job. That way, you’ll officially be Dr. Moreno, even though you’ve already been that to me for a long time.” 

She answered him with a happy sigh and kisses to his hand that entwined with hers. “I’d like that, Marcus. It might be selfish, but I want you here, with us. We love you so much; it’s nice when you’re here. It makes our family complete.” 

They spent a few more minutes talking about the future, drifting off into deep, dreamless sleep. The thought of tomorrow was full of bright promises, just waiting to be embraced. 

[elitespacefreak]

Okay here me out... praise kink...

I get so fucking turned on by the idea of going down on zim. While he's grabbing the back of your head, telling you what to do and moving your head just the way he likes it, he praises you simultaneously while in the middle of his own moans. "That's it baby, don't stop." "You're such a good girl for Zim, aren't you?"

AGTWHWHJRHDKSH it gets me every time 😩

OOOOOOHHH FUCK YEAH SON. He’s the only man I’ve ever enthusiastically wanted to suck off, so get ready for some good dirty talk, face fucking, and a little bit of bondage and power play while he tells you how good you are for him~

I’m on mobile so there is no cut, just scroll really fast if you don’t want to have to douse yourself in holy water after this lmao.

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You heard his footsteps behind you, the sound of his boots giving you chills. As you stood facing the couch with your hands at your sides, feet slightly apart, goosebumps crawled along your bare legs. He’d left you in your underwear and cardigan, just so he could see your skin prickle and flush. The thought made you swallow thickly.

He stopped just behind you, a quiet satisfactory growl vibrating low in his throat. “Wider,” he said, nudging your feet a few more inches apart with the tip of his boot. When you complied he leaned in to place a chaste kiss against your neck. “Good girl.”

Those two simple words made your shoulders twitch and navel clench. When you sensed him kneel down behind you you tried not to look, you knew he’d tut you for it. His fingers ghosted across your flesh as he buckled cuffs to your thighs, making you sigh and loll your head back. As he tugged them tight you found yourself biting your lip.

“Good?”

You nodded, “Mhmm~”

There was a pause, and you realized too late he hadn’t accepted your non-verbal answer. He stood slowly, the palm of his hand trailing up the back of your right leg before firmly swatting your ass. “You want to try that again?”

Your toes dug into the floor upon impact, and a small grunt died in your throat, masked by the clap. “Yes, Sir.”

He purred against your ear, “That’s better.” Once he gave you another kiss, this time on the cheek, he kneeled again. Two matching cuffs were affixed to your wrists, and this time when he asked if they were too tight you responded appropriately.

For a few seconds, when he hadn’t made a move to stand back up, you wondered if he was just enjoying the view. But when he fastened your wrist and thigh cuffs together, pinning your hands at your sides, your heart skipped several beats.

When he stood back up this time he brushed his lips against the back of your neck. He liked watching you try and keep your composure. And as he walked around to face you directly, he kept a gloved finger delicately grazing your skin as he watched your face. The way your eyes fluttered and skin prickled inspired a wicked twinkle in his eye.

He raised a hand and cupped your chin, making you look at him as he caressed your lips with his thumb. The anticipation of his actions made your lips part, and he seized the opportunity, pressing his thumb against your tongue and guiding you down to your knees.

You kneeled obediently, pressing your knees together to sit comfortably inside his own stance. When he let go you swallowed thickly, shyly holding eye contact and resisting the urge to watch his hand. He leaned in close, and you could feel the tightness in your chest growing, stoping only when you could feel his warm breath against your cheek. Suddenly his fingers were tangled in your hair and he held you steady, making you clench your thighs. A wetness grew between your legs, and you knew he could smell it.

“Who do you belong to?” He waited a beat.

You swallowed and fluttered your lashes. “You, Sir.”

“And how can I be so sure?”

Your skin grew hot around your chest and your cheeks flushed in kind. “Because I’m a good girl.”

He hummed, unsatisfied. “Prove it.”

The hand gripping your hair never loosened, and as he stood back up to his full height you felt the exchange of power heavily between you. He didn’t wait to hear a response, eagerly guiding you to press firmly between his legs as he growled deep in his chest.

You could feel his arousal squirm gently under the fabric of his pants, growing tighter as the blood rushed to his erection. When he commanded you to undo his zipper your lips found it quickly and you nuzzled into him as the bulge of his cock pressed against your cheek. When you looked back up at him expectantly he stepped away and sat squarely on the couch, beckoning you forward.

Slick glistened against his cock as he sat and watched you drink him in. He could see in your eyes how much you hated not being able to use your hands, you wanted to touch him so badly. You waited for permission, glancing between his legs and his face.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Open your mouth.”

You did as he told and his hand held your hair once again, pulling your mouth onto his cock. When your lips closed around him he groaned, gently rolling his hips to press against the wetness of your tongue. You hummed and slowly took him in until the tip was pressing the back of your throat. As big as he was you had to be patient, go slow and not be too eager.

But fuck you wanted to just swallow him.

And he knew. He watched your eyes keenly at first, tracked your facial expressions even when you weren’t looking at him. Zim knew exactly what you wanted, and he was going to make you earn it. For a minute he just gently bobbed your head, letting you get used to the feeling of easing past your gag reflex.

It was torture in its own right, you wanted to stroke him with one hand and bury the fingers of your other inside him, curling gently upwards in the way that always made him hiss and buck his hips. Your wrists twitched in their restraints, butt wiggling against the heels of your feet impatiently. Of course he noticed.

The hand holding your hair kept you steady as he raised his hips up, and sheathed himself down your throat in one fluid motion that left him sitting upright at the edge of the couch as your eyes watered in surprise. If he felt the flat of your tongue graze his entrance he didn’t show it — always so composed. “I thought you were supposed to be proving to me that you’re a good girl.”

You whined, your throat vibrating against his soft skin.

He leaned over as far as he could without moving your head. “Good girls are patient,” he purred, voice low and husky. “Good girls sit still.” He paused to regather your hair and fist it firmly. “Are you sure you’re a good girl?”

Without moving any more than you needed to, you nodded gently, keeping your breathing even as you felt him throb against the length of your throat. Your knees, pressed uncomfortably against the frame of the couch, began to bruise, and you shifted to try and alleviate the pressure.

You couldn’t see the wicked smile on his face, but of course he noticed that too. He pulled himself from your mouth and sat back, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathed more deeply. He loved the way your skin flushed when you were needy, almost as much as when you were embarrassed. “Spread your legs.”

Even if he couldn’t see it, and even if you couldn’t see it yourself, it made you feel vulnerable to sit with your legs spread apart. It made you feel lusty and agreeable and on display, and you always blushed the hardest when he asked you to sit like that. But you were a good girl, you obeyed. And as you slid your knees apart and pressed yourself closer the heat filled your stomach and naval. If you were really good maybe he’d finish you off…

He let you set your own pace after that, and soon was relaxing into the cushions, only gently keeping your hair at bay. You were methodical and consistent and soon he was letting his head fall back with a soft hiss, “Fuuuuuck.” He couldn’t help but roll his hips in time with your tongue, and every once in a while when you pressed your nose all the way against his skin he had to hold himself steady. Of course you were his good girl, of course you were well behaved, your manners were exceptional and he swelled with pride just at the thought of it. And he loved how much it turned you on to hear him say it. “That’s it,” he groaned, “that’s my good girl.”

Every time you heard those words it lit a spark in the back of your mind. When you were soft it made you giggle, when you were working it made you focused. But when you were being sexual, it made you deviant. When praise came with a growl it buried every self conscious thought you had, about what you looked like, sounded like, event felt like. None of it mattered, except that you were doing well and you had the want to do even better.

Being praised made you want to be nasty. But you still had to do as you were told, so you held fast to your composure and kept on. It didn’t take much longer before he was comfortably in your throat more often than not and his exhales came out in growls. You were still heated enough to ignore to cramp in the back of your neck as you adjusted to raise and lower your head over and over, the slick sensation of his cock against your tongue was blissfully distracting. But as always, he noticed.

With a gentle but firm hand he pulled you off of him, groaning at the sound of your mouth making a wet ‘pop’ as you let go. “Sit up on your knees, babygirl.”

You shuffled back a few inches and rose up with your knees pressed together, watching him expectantly. The hunger in his red eyes told you he was close, but your position said you’d only be compliant to whatever he wanted. And when he told you to open your mouth again you did so without hesitation, sighing as he effortlessly slipped back down your throat.

This time he set the pace, and it was only slow and gentle for a handful of thrusts before you were having to work to keep upright on your knees with how forcefully he was pumping his hips. He had one hand each on the back of your head and neck, and that helped, but you couldn’t help but want to tilt your head back and moan. When his fingers tightened you knew he was almost there…

“That’s it babygirl, that’s it…” The strain in his voice gave him away first, and you put the last of your effort into relaxing as he came unraveled above you. “That’s it that’s it that’sithah-fuck!” He pulled you close when he came, snarling and panting open mouthed into the thick around around you.

Your fists tightened in their restraints to let off the pressure as you shook with the effort of swallowing his seed. Even though your eyes were closed you felt tears prick your lashes, but they never grew or fell, and after a long moment you were rewarded for your efforts with a full breath of air as he pulled away. You took two deep gulps of air and blinked away the moisture in your eyes before looking up at him to await your praise.

His face was soft and flushed, and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “You are such a good girl.”

[1994sunflower]

Maybe a heaven to you blurb where Mikey makes you squirt for the first time???

this is just….so much more than you asked for. i got a little carried away hehe but hopefully you don’t mind. hope you like it!

in which you squirt for the first time

“Mikey, someone could walk in.”

“Then you have to be quiet, don’t you? If you don’t want the others to hear.” His three fingers were still knuckle deep in your cunt and you were having a hard time doing just that. You felt the distinct bucking of your hips against his hand as he moved his fingers quicker in and out of you.

You hadn’t done it on purpose. All you heard was about the costume party and you had the perfect costume, one that wouldn’t be hassle to get; one that you knew hundreds of other girls had used for this very occasion. How could you know the pretty angel costume complete with a set of wings and halo would capture your boyfriend’s attention in that way?

Granted, you should have guessed when you saw the pure white color of the costume. It was a color that always seemed to drive your boyfriend wild when it was on you. And this was full white head to toe. The wings were small but with your small figure, it seemed to be just the right size for you. The white flowy dress hugged your waist just right, a generous amount of cleavage seemed to always be shown, and the hem left a little less to the imagination when it came to your ass and would downright be useless if you decided to bend down. But you didn’t wear it to purposely rile Michael up. It was just an easy costume to find. After years dating him, you thought you had exhausted the list of his kinks and turn ons. Apparently, you were wrong. It seemed that seeing you in an outfit that symbolized his favorite thing about you, pure innocence, was something that brought out any sexual frustration he had buried inside.

He hadn’t seen you in your costume until the night of the party. Granted, you hadn’t told him what you were wearing which made his reaction that much more exaggerated.

His eyes were wide when you met him happily just outside his house. His eyes trailing down your revealing but cute costume. They lingered more than necessary on the wings and halo. It was erotic. Like his wildest fantasy was being delivered to him on a silver plater and he couldn’t think of much of anything else but fucking you with your costume still on, the wings flapping uselessly against his thrusts and the halo being crooked from the position he would have you in.

He’d be corrupting his very own personal angel, an angel inside and out, tainting the perfect white of your angel outfit with his dark desires, taking you in a way a man as cruel, mean and aggressive as he was had no business in doing. But he did anyway because you were his and despite all odds, you loved him in a way no one could ever understand. In a way that let him do whatever he wanted to you. He was so lucky he had gotten a girlfriend that could please him as much as you could.

“Let’s just stay home tonight.” He had suggested, his eyes never leaving your costume and one of his hands even reached down and moved the silky fabric just enough for him to push it up and take a glance at the matching white lace panties you had underneath. Fuck, he was already hard just from looking at you.

But you squeaked and pushed his big hand away, letting your skirt fall back into place and looking around to make sure no one else was walking on the sidewalk and saw what happened.

“No, I want to go to the costume party.” You had whined, your bottom lip stuck out in plea but you didn’t see that pouting expression with your big eyes served to just make his thoughts run wilder and dirtier. Your halo made you seem so much more innocent and he wanted nothing more than to ruin that for himself.

But he gave you a warning instead, one of his hands grabbing a hold of your face to make you look directly into his eyes. “If we go, I’m going to fuck you at that party.”

You hadn’t believed him. But thinking back, there was no reason for you to doubt him. He’d never been the guy that shied away from anything like that before. But instead you just giggled like he had said a joke and rolled your eyes.

And he followed you, for what it was worth. Followed you all the way to the party, hands moving tirelessly on your waist, fingering the wings on your back, and sometimes moving up or down to cup your tits or your cunt. Each time you gasped but, if you were alone on the streets, you let him have his fun. You had hoped it would be out of his system by the time you got to the house party a few blocks from his house.

You thought it was, when you arrived. He hadn’t made a move to do anything except get you a Pepsi while you talked to as many people as you knew. Because this wasn’t a frat party, it was a house party, so you actually knew a few people. Somehow, that made your stomach erupt in butterflies even more when Michael finally leaned down to whisper in your ear about thirty minutes after arriving.

“Come on.” He had been patient enough. You started at the surprise that, he had been serious at the porch of his house. He took a hold of your hand and you let him lead you away from the party and into the nearest empty bathroom he could find. He closed the door behind him. It was a tight space and you weren’t sure what it looked like to everyone else to see him so obviously follow you into the room.

That seemed to be the least of his concerns as he turned back to you and took you in. He’d never loved your small size more. You were staring up at him, you reached just barely to his chest and your halo just a few inches more. So you were left staring up at him with naive wide eyes, a blush decorating your cheeks and your angel wings running vertically along your shoulders with your white dress flowing as you moved your hips side to side.

You could pretend you were surprised he would attempt this somewhere public all you wanted but you were just as turned on by the idea as he was. But maybe you should’ve taken him up on his offer to stay home instead of doing it in some random person’s bathroom.

So when he lifted you up and set you down on the counter, you wiggled your hips with a giddy pep. But, leaning back against the wall, his eyes followed your movements like a predator followed a prey and that was exactly how you felt as he stalked up to you. The unnerving thing was how much you liked it.

“Maybe we should wait until we get home…” You said softly but even you could hear how little you actually wanted him to stop.

But he just stared at you with cool, non-persuaded eyes. “I gave you a choice.” And you had chosen here, at the party.

He spread your legs with his hands and, flipping the hem of your dress up simply, he moved your panties to the side and sinked a finger inside of you. You were so wet, the only thing that slowed him was your walls tightening around him. Even if it was only one, you still closed your eyes and, with your arms holding you up on the counter, you leaned back just slightly. When he added the second and third, you moaned out and whined his name. He was stretching you out good and as he began to move them as deeply as he could, your hands fisted up on the counter.

“You’re soaking, baby girl.” He thrusted his fingers inside of you at an even pace that had you clenching around his him but it was when he put them in knuckle deep in you and curled that you had to bit your tongue to keep from screaming out. Instead you just bucked your hips against him desperately and moaned loudly. You hoped the music of the party would be enough to drown you out. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this, but the risk of being caught was a lot hotter than you expected.

Michael moved his fingers in a beckoning motion and you felt him reach the particular spot that always had you spasming around him. And you did. Your stomach tightened and you felt your climax approaching as you begged for more. You are almost drooling with want, needing him to get you there like you knew he could when he stopped.

“No!” You cried out at what escaped you. Tears were pooling in your eyes at the frustration. But he just smiled wickedly up at you, enjoying the desperate glint in your eyes. He was teasing you, teasing you until you were crazed when sexual want. Until your white angel dress and halo meant nothing because you were begging for release that only he could give you, you would be craving sex, craving being destroyed by his fingers and dick. He wanted to rip your halo off and ram into you by pulling on your wings.

He watched you carefully as you begged for your release. “You can finish when I say you can.”

He did that to you many times after that. Always seeming to find the perfect angle with ease and bringing you to orgasm before snatching it away from your grasp. He had you whining, hips bucking like a whore, wetness pooling on the counter and eyes crazed with desire. Maybe it was his way to punish you for deciding to come to the party anyway, despite his warning.

“Pleasepleaseplease.” Tearful pleads escaped your mouth in wildness and that paradox between your actions, words and the holy outfit you were embodying was too much for him. “Please, I’ll be a good girl.”

He loved the way you sounded so broken when you said that. So he decided to have mercy for his Angel.

“Bend over.” He commanded as he stood to his full height, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as you all but crawled to move to the floor with your weak legs before moving back up and leaning over the counter. Your halo was already threatening to fall off.

Michael wasn’t wearing a costume. He just had a plain grey shirt and jeans on. And he made no move to take any clothes off, instead just taking out his dick by pushing his boxers and jeans down a few inches.

He made sure you didn’t take anything off either. All he did was move your dress so that your lace panties were exposed to him, your legs spread in anticipation. He told you he was going to fuck you at the party, you just never expected how much you would want that too. You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Moving your panties to one side, he let his thick cock spread you even more as each inch sunk into your cunt. Your eyes nearly rolled back to your head at the slow decent of him inside of you. You took a hold of the edges of the counter in front of you.

Through the mirror in front of you, you could see each movement of your body as he thrusted into you mercilessly, the large blush on your cheeks and your fucked out face already delirious from the pleasure and need to orgasm. God, you looked like a slut. What had he made you become?

Eventually though, he had bottomed out in you and you gasped at the feeling. His thrusts were rough. So rough, the collar of your shirt, already showing more than ample cleavage had moved down to expose your tits fully to him. You looked ruined. Your tits out, your pussy filled with his cock, your halo halfway off and your wings bounced like they were flapping behind you with each thrust.

Destroyed because of him.

His little angel bent over and fucked in the bathroom of a crowded party. You were tainted, corrupted beyond saving by a man that many saw as the devil himself.

At that thought, one of his hands moved to your throat, choking you tightly and the other down to your cunt where he began working on your clit. At the lack of air and the intense pleasure that made you feel with each thrust inside of you that had you bouncing pathetically under him, all you could do was moan out in high pitches. Sometimes, you opened your mouth but no sound came out, just a choked back sob of pleasure. After all that time of being denied your climax, this felt so good. Like a reward. Michael tried not to dwell on how fucking good you looked like that, crying for his cock, begging for more because he had corrupted you so good. His fingers circling your clit expertly had you clenching around him tightly. You didn’t want this to end. You didn’t care anymore where you were, that there were hundreds of people on the other side of the door.

“Fuck off.” Michael yelled out suddenly, glancing at the door for just a second before returning his attention to you. It showed just how out of it you were, how crazed you were for his cock driving into you that you hadn’t even heard the knock on the door. Michael hadn’t even faltered in his thrusts.

God, you hoped the music was drowning you out. Hoped they hadn’t heard your desperate moans and whines. Your filthy cries as nothing but the word ‘yes’ could escape your mouth.

Michael, for his part, felt like he was living a dream. His angel under him was closing around him so good. He lifted his shirt just enough to be able to watch as his dick drove into you. Your walls clenched around his girth. He groaned out at each slapping sound that rung through the empty room. Your walls hugged him tightly. He definitely wasn’t going to last much longer. The music of the party died out in the room and instead, the only sounds in it were the two of you. He paid special attention to the way his tattooed arm clashed against your bare skin and the white of the costume that still clung on to your body. It had him thrusting harder and growling under his breath. His fingers never faltered on your clit.

“So good, little one. You’re taking me so well.” He leaned down closer to you. “My angel’s such a fucking cock slut, isn’t she? Such a good little hole for me to fuck. Taking me like you’re made for it. Where all those people could hear. What happened to being the shy innocent angel?”

He was hitting your g-spot continuously. He took one of your wrists in his hand and pinned it behind your back, holding on as he drove into you. His thrusts varied between slow, languid and fast, taking his time to relish in the moment. Each stroke had you crying out from under him, pressing your cheek against the cool counter, it might have been the angle or it might have been the sight of you that drove him to thrust at just the right spot. His slow thrusts had you feeling everything, every inch, every bit of him as your walls stretched apart for him.

His fingers on your clit had your hips moving to meet his thrusts. It was almost too much, the stimulation. Everything felt too good. You tilted your head back as he began an unforgiving pace. With each flick of your bundle of nerves and each thrust reaching deep and hard into you, you felt yourself that much closer to the release you had been chasing all night. And still somehow, Michael found a way to slow down just enough for it to be prolonged even more.

“Yes, just like that.” You were sweating and desperate when you opened your mouth, “Right there, Mikey.” You begged.

Michael stared at you impassively. The only sign of just how much the visual of your tongue out begging for him, your cunt full of him while your angel costume was open and ruined effected him was when he choked you harder. Holding you still enough, he moved to be directly at your eye level before spitting into your mouth. Your delighted moan was sinful as you swallowed his spit. He was at wonder at how exactly you could still look so demure even after you let him spit in your mouth and taint you however he wanted.

You felt your release and this time he didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. His thrusts and circular motions on your clit never ceased and instead got impossibly faster as his desperation grew to meet yours. Your legs were shaking, spasming, when bursts of wetness erupted from you.

Michael pulled out to allow your liquid to fully shoot out and watched in wonder as your body convulsed under him, as you squirted all over your his cock, his jeans, the tiled floor. Your eyes were closed as helpless shrieks left your mouth at the unfamiliar sensation, you tried to close your legs as your cunt gushed, but they were shaking too much from the euphoria that you couldn’t manage it. The relief at finally, finally getting to reach your climax mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm, so much greater than usual, had you grasping at nothing.

“Fuck.” The sight of you had him coming too, splashing your legs, pussy and even onto your dress. Not that you were in the right mind frame enough to get mad at him for it.

He’d never seen you squirt before and a surge of pride arose in him that he had done that to you. Made you feel so good, had your legs shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure, had you so weak. He was the first man to make you squirt. That, along with, the fact that your now cum stained angel costume was still on you made everything even hotter. Seeing you become so wild and unfolded because of him, how beautiful you looked even you writhed and screamed helplessly against his stimulation and work, was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.

“Good girl, you fucking drenched me.” He picked your weak frame up when he saw you were unable to hold yourself up by your trembling legs and set you down on the counter. He let go of your throat enough to tug at your hair, moving your head so you could look at what exactly you had done. “Look at the mess you made.”

Your face was red as you took in his ruined jeans and your cum trickling down your two thighs and legs, pooling below you on the floor. Embarrassment soared through you and you whined, pulling away from him and covering your face with your hands. You weren’t sure which was more mortifying, that you had just exploded over him or that the evidence was in a stranger’s bathroom.

When Michael chuckled, you finally looked at him with shy eyes. You’d never squirted before, never even really knew you could. It felt good, so good, and you felt awe at Michael for making you feel that way. Your body still felt as if it were buzzing. You tried to wrap your mind around exactly what happened but all your thoughts had disappeared, fried and replaced by the blinding pleasure you had felt by Michael’s actions. Whatever he had done to you was addicting and had left you exhausted.

But you weren’t sure what his reaction would be. Was it too much, too messy?

Whatever you thought it would be though, pleasantly ended up being Michael grabbing your neck and pulling you in for a firm kiss. “That was so hot, baby girl. You have no idea.”

“Really?” Your voice was small, uncertain. And Michael felt himself twitch at the sound. He had just absolutely wrecked you, leaving you shaking and soaking, and marked you to prove it, but yet you were back to the innocent, shy little angel you were dressed to be. His jaw tightened.

He let out a disbelieving laugh, unsure of how you couldn’t see just what that sight, the knowledge of how good he made you feel, did to him. “I just made you squirt while you’re dressed like a fucking angel. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed faster.”

“But I ruined your clothes.” You murmured. “And the floor.”

His smile was nothing short of devilish. “I’ll clean it, don’t worry. And about my clothes, trust me baby, I don’t give a shit. But if it’ll make you feel better, consider us even.”

Your gaze immediately dropped to your costume, already dreading what you were going to see. And just like his mischievous gaze told you, your white dress was splattered with his cum. Your breath hitched at the sight.

“Michael! Everyone will see when we leave.” You chastised but you didn’t know why you bothered when he had already moved your hair away from your shoulders gently and replaced it with his lips, suckling just below your ear. One of his hands came up and took the halo right off of your head.

He stopped only to whisper, “Let them. They already know you’re mine.”

He didn’t care, his mind still strayed to the vision of you squirting all over him because of how good he fucked you. He didn’t know exactly what he did, all he knew was he wanted to do it again and again. He wanted you to squirt for him every time, that knowledge that he could bring you so much pleasure. Only he could do that to you.

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Whiskey’s Best Girl (Part 3 of the “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” mini-series)

Part 1, Whiskey’s Bad Girl | Part 2, Whiskey’s Good Girl | Part 3, Whiskey's Best Girl

So this is a whole thing now, LOL. I whipped up “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” on a whim for my @quica-quica-quica and it took on a life of its own! I ain’t mad though, this was so fun to write!

Word count: 1900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: consensual non-consent/CNC; dom/sub dynamics; use of “Sir” by Reader; demeaning/degrading language from Whiskey directed at reader (use of “girl”/”girlie” as nickname; use of “good girl”/”bad girl”); mature and vulgar language; mentions of lingerie/thong/bra; mentions of makeup/mascara/red lipstick; mentions of black high heels; use of wrist/ankle restraints/F receiving; use of a vibrator/F receiving; oral sex/F receiving; overstimulation/F receiving; nipple play/F receiving; clothed Whiskey/naked Reader; no aftercare scene

“Sit.” Whiskey walked you back to the bed and made you sit on the edge. He leaned down and looked deep into your eyes as he cupped your chin. “You got your safe word, right girlie?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Jack pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, and then gave you a deep and urgent kiss, delving his warm tongue into your mouth. He pulled away with a hum of satisfaction.

“Now lie down for me, sugar. I wanna give my good girl her reward.”

You lay back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge, feet resting on the fuzzy area rug next to the bed. You turned your head and watched Jack cross to the bedside table and reach into the drawer for several bundles of silky black bondage rope and your vibrator.

He came back to the bed and sat on the edge near your head, “Hands.” A command, that deep voice matching his dark brown eyes.

You held your hands up and watched him wrap each wrist in a wide band of coiled rope, linking both together and leaving six inches of slack between them. He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled down, opening your legs wide.

Whiskey ran his fingers under the legband of your thong and pulled it to one side, then he pressed his face to your mound and flicked his tongue through your warm folds. He hummed in satisfaction, and the vibrations of his deep voice made you moan.

“Oh, my filthy, beautiful girl. You are just so tender and gorgeous tonight. I think you enjoyed your spankings a little too much.” He buried his face deep and worked you over with his tongue, pressing two thick fingers into you and curling them back as he licked. Your hips bucked until he held you down with one large hand placed flat against the front of your hip.

He pulled his face and fingers away and you whined at the absence of him. “You are such a good girl for me. I might have to paddle you more often.”

He reached for the waistband of your lace thong and tucked his fingers under it. “Okay if I pull this off, sugar?”

You chuckled and bit your lip. “You tell me, you’re the one in charge.”

“Oh, that’s right.” He hooked his fingers under the lace at both sides of the waistband and peeled the red lace thong off, then he tucked it in his shirt pocket. He stood.

“Legs up, girlie. High as you can.” You lifted both of your ankles and he grabbed them, bringing your legs up straight with your heels resting on one broad shoulder. He took up another length of the bondage rope and made quick work of it. Like your wrists, Whiskey wrapped and secured a wide cuff of rope around each ankle, leaving about eight inches of rope connecting them.

He hooked one big thumb behind your knee and pushed, bending your knees toward your chest. He curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture, “Gimme your hands.”

You raised them up and watched Jack grab the last length of bondage rope and secure your ankles to your wrists with an X-shape knot. With your knees bent up toward your chest and your arms pulling your ankles back, your cunt was wide open, the tips of your black high heels pointed at the ceiling.

The sight of it all was breathtaking: your sexy black high heels, the rope, your hands bound… and most of all the handsome cowboy who had done it, standing just beyond your feet and grinning at his handiwork. He frowned for a moment and then tapped his lips, looking like he was pondering a problem.

“Hmmm…” he hummed. “Something’s missing.” His face brightened and he reached into his shirt pocket for your red lace thong, then he unfurled it and hung it over the heel of one shoe with a flourish.

“Now you’re pretty as a picture. And I want you to stare at your bad girl panties while I make you scream. You need to remember what a bad girl looks like while I fuck you.”

Your empty pussy clenched at his words and a wordless hum escaped your lips.

“You got that, girlie?”

You tried to catch your breath and get the words out. “Oh yes, sir.”

“Good.” Jack slapped the back of your thigh gently with his palm. He kneeled back down and grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He kept his big hands on you as he dove back down and started devouring you again, lips and tongue working hard against your clit. In no time at all you were bucking against his mouth and moaning, eyes fixed on the sight of your red lace thong hanging from your heel.

Jack put two fingers back in you and started pulling your orgasm from you, each curl and scrape of his fingers adding to the pressure and tingling in your core. You wiggled your hips and whined. Jack reached up with his free hand and found your nipple, twisting and pinching it between his broad fingers. The pressure and the pleasure built and built until you were writhing against his face.

Whiskey didn’t let you off the hook, he simply turned his head to chase your pussy no matter what direction you shifted your hips, making sure that his tongue stayed in contact with you as you writhed and moaned. Little slips of words rushed out from your mouth, ragged scraps of language that made no sense.

“Yes! No… ohhh.” You gasped. “Please, no- oh!… Jack, please…”

You felt everything coming to a sharp point, and you knew Jack could feel it too, how you clenched and pulsed around his fingers. He let go of your nipple and held his hand firm on your hip, finally holding you in place so he could finish you off.

You came hard around his fingers, gasping and moaning his name as he licked you through it, winding you down slowly with his tongue and slowing the pistoning of his fingers to match your comedown.

You finally felt yourself come back to center, groaning and stretching your legs as much as you could in the ropes. Jack sucked at your clit and then pulled his mouth off, leaving his fingers inside of you.

“Now, let’s see if you can do that again.” You heard him turn on your vibrator and you clenched around his fingers.

“Jack, I don’t-” He cut you off.

“Is that a safe word I hear, little girl? Or are you just trying to get out of having some fun?”

You gulped. “No, sir. No safe word.”

“Good.” Jack held the vibrator against the very tip of your clit and you felt electric shocks rocket through your nerves. The buzzing of the vibrator against your swollen nub was almost too much, nearly painful underneath the exquisite pleasure. You heard a high, involuntary “Oh!” leave your lungs as Jack just held it there.

You felt your second orgasm suspended, like it was right there if you could just get a little more pressure. Jack didn’t press the vibrator hard enough into you to send you crashing back into the waves, and he didn’t push his two fingers in and out. He was holding you just there, chained up and looking over the edge of the cliff.

You tried to breathe into your diaphragm, to calm yourself from the center out, but it was no use. The longer he held it there, the longer he kept his fingers in you but held them still, the more torturous it got. No matter how hard you squirmed and wiggled, you couldn’t get the buzzing to press any closer to your cunt. Whiskey kept that pleasure just out of reach.

You shifted your hips and whined, begging for release. “Jack, please- oh please Jack, please…”

“Please what, sugar?” His voice was low and commanding. “If you want somethin’ just ask for it.”

“Oh Jack, please please please please please!” You couldn’t get the words out, and your ability to breathe or to think was fading fast. You were fixated on the sight of your red lace thong suspended from your high heel, quivering as your legs shook in their restraints.

Jack started moving the vibrator side to side, miniscule movements that released some of the buzzing torture directly from the tip of your clit, but which also made it worse. The mounting pleasure toward orgasm was ebbing and then rushing back, then pausing again with each tiny movement.

You heard yourself shout a deep “Ah!!” that echoed into the bedroom. Now you couldn’t even form words, and your voice didn’t sound like your own.

“You gonna come for me, sugar? Or do I have to stop?”

“NO! Don’t- don’t stop, no stop.”

Jack chuckled low, his voice going dark again, dangerous. “You gonna tell me what you want, girlie?”

“Come- Jack. I- I wanna- I wanna come.”

“Good girl.” Jack pressed the vibrator gently into you, nestling it into the channel of flesh on one side of your clit and holding it down with his broad thumb.

Your second climax overwhelmed you, and you shot off the cliff, over the edge into bliss, tears streaming from your eyes as you shouted yourself hoarse. You shuddered and writhed, incapable of closing your legs or pushing Jack away to stop the awful, delicious spasms that wracked your body. You breathed in great shuddering gulps of air and then released them with a wail as more tears ran from your eyes.

You had never come like this before, crying and screaming with what sounded like pain, while all the while your nervous system was somersaulting with exquisite pleasure, the shocks of your orgasm causing you to squeeze hard around Jack's fingers.

You rode it out for as long as you could, and then you turned, bucking your hips to try to knock Jack’s grip loose, to try and dislodge the vibrator. Just as you were about to shout the safe word, Jack released his thumb and pulled the vibrator away. Relief flooded your system as you felt every muscle in your body relax at once.

Jack stood up and started to untie your ropes. When the first knot released, your arms fell back above your head and you groaned from deep in your chest. Jack rested your ankles again on his broad shoulder as he started to untie your legs. He kissed your ankles one by one. You looked at him with complete adoration.

“Was that good for you, darlin’?” He winked at you as he pulled your high heels off and rubbed his warm hands around both ankles.

“Yes… oh fuck yes, Jack. Please fuck me now.”

Jack laughed and smiled at you indulgently. “Why, sugar. I thought you’d never ask.”

He released your legs, turning you sideways on to the bed before he came up next to your head and released your hands. You watched him as he took off his shirt and belt, pants and boots. He finally stripped out of his underwear and then lay next to you on the bed, looking deep into your eyes and laying soft kisses to your lips as he stroked your face.

“You alright, darlin’?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes Jack, but oh my God, I’ve never come so hard in my life. That was amazing.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and ran one broad thumb under your eye to collect some of the tears that lay there, sooty from your mascara. His deep brown eyes met yours as he murmured to you softly.

“I love you, you know that sugar? My sweet, filthy little thing. You’re my best girl.”

--- Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels character masterlist Just-here-for-the-moment’s masterlist

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dependent and fair

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If there’s anything MJ hates, it’s having to be dependent.

Living with only her father and her three younger siblings, she’s always been a caretaker, not someone to be taken care of. It makes her uncomfortable whenever she’s in a position where she needs help from others.

Her father works ninety percent of the time to singlehandedly afford four children, leaving her to do most of the parental things like cooking and cleaning and helping her siblings with homework.

When she gets together with Peter, they’re definitely a work in progress.

Neither of them know how to accept help, be taken care of, and they both like to take care of others. There’s a lot to learn, but they’re willing to learn together.

As a show that she’s learning to let him take care of her, she lets him take her out to dinner, his treat.

It’s not like either of them really have money to spend on things like dates in New York – neither of them have jobs. Peter’s a full-time superhero and MJ watches her siblings every evening, but May gives Peter twenty bucks, Delmar gives him another ten for cat-sitting, and a grateful civilian gave him fifteen.

Sure, they can only get the cheapest things on the menu at the decently nice Italian restaurant Peter chooses, the salad and the pasta without any add-ons, only water, and a shared dessert.

But they have a wonderful time, and that’s really all that matters.

They have to walk home from the restaurant, no leftover cash to spend on a taxi, but the night is warm with a gentle cool breeze, and Peter wraps his jacket around her shoulders and holds her hand, swinging between them as they walk leisurely through the streets of Queens.

MJ turns down the alley she normally takes on the way home from school, a decent shortcut to cut the trip in half. Peter stops her just as she gets her shoe into the first rung of the tall, black wire fence separating the alley from the street.

“Are you sure this is safe?” he asks. His hand has gone clammy in hers, nose twitching in the telltale way it does whenever his anxiety spikes. She can’t help the small, gentle smile that tugs at her mouth, a smile she normally reserves for only her little sister.

She tries to keep up an impassive, cold expression as much as possible. The idea of showing any vulnerability makes her shudder. But Peter’s always been so open, so genuine with everything he does, it makes MJ more open to trying.

“I take this shortcut twice a day,” she says, it really isn’t a big deal to jump a fence. Especially not when she has a literal superhero at her side. “It’s not a big deal, c’mon, we’re going to miss my curfew if we don’t take a shortcut.”

Peter makes a face, shaking the fence like he’s testing its sturdiness. And then he jumps, casually, easily, right over the fence.

“Show off,” MJ says, starting the slow, human, climb over the fence.

The one thing she didn’t take into consideration, however, is the pair of slightly heeled flats she’s wearing. It’s a little more complicated than her regular pair of old sneakers.

She slips and Peter can’t move fast enough to catch her before she hits the ground, ankle rolling and making an awful crunching sound, cursing under her breath.

Peter, however, does catch her before her legs give out, slowly helping her to the pavement.

“Are you okay? That didn’t sound good. Do you think it’s broken? I should call your dad, or my aunt, or maybe Tony. I should get you to a hospital, right? Are you feeling okay? I-”

“Woah, hold on a second,” she says, cutting off Peter’s rambles before he can devolve into panic when she needs him to level-headed. “Help me up. It’s probably just a rolled ankle.”

He keeps a strong grip on her elbow and waist as he pulls her up off the pavement, but the moment she puts any weight on her bad foot, she’s crumping into his chest, gasping in pain.

“Shit,” she goes like it’s any help at all.

“Let me call your dad,” Peter pleads, lowering her carefully back to the ground. “And then I’ll swing you to the hospital. Even if it’s nothing, I’d feel a lot better if you got it checked regardless.”

She lets out a huff, reluctantly nodding in agreement.

Peter steps a few feet away to call her dad, explaining the situation quickly but efficiently. He promises three times that he’ll get her to the hospital safely, and that he’ll call the moment they have news.

When he turns back to her, he’s already pulling his Spider-Man mask on.

“Up you go,” he says, lifting her into his arms bridal style. “To the hospital we go. Maybe, if we’re lucky, May will be the one to see us.”

“Go slow, okay?” She’s not nervous. She would never admit to anyone that she’s nervous of swinging with Peter. But last time she went, she puked the moment they hit the ground.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

“Queen,” she corrects half-heartedly, shifting in his grip to make her ankle twinge a little less.

Peter grins, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Of course, my queen.”

She barely remembers the trip to the hospital or the wait to be seen by a nurse, she keeps her head tucked against Peter’s neck, blocks out the pain as best she can.

Before she knows it, she’s seated on the edge of a bed in a hospital room, Peter at her side, hand still in hers, a nurse coming in.

“Didn’t expect to see your name tonight, kiddo,” May says, offering a sweet smile. “Let’s get that ankle checked out.”

X-rays are taken of her ankle, May gets her a cup of water and a few snacks from the vending machine, and she’s told to rest until the imaging is done. When it is, she’s shown the photographs of a clear break in her ankle. Peter looks like he might cry when he finds out she broke a bone on their date, but he doesn’t say anything self-deprecating or guilt-ridden, just squeezes her hand a little tighter and presses his mouth to her shoulder.

May’s the one who wraps her ankle in a cast, gives her plenty of instructions, and then gives her a pair of crutches.

Peter’s hand gets clammier and tighter the longer it takes, and by the end, she’s a little worried she might’ve broken a hand bone too with how much worry is seeping into the grip he has on her. She stays entirely calm, almost careless the whole time, because she knows if she shows pain, Peter will probably fall apart. He’s seen enough hurt, enough breaks, enough injuries in his lifetime, she doesn’t have to add hers to the list of things he blames himself for.

And either way, she doesn’t need his sympathy or his worry. She’ll be fine. She doesn’t need him to look after her.

MJ’s dad is there by the time they’re done, and she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. She kisses her boyfriend goodbye and that’s it.

  On Monday, she walks – or well, crutching – into school like nothing is different.

Peter’s waiting for her at her locker, empathetic frown on his face. He lifts his wrist, also bound in bandages.

“We match,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. “Patrolling mishap last night.”

“At least you heal in like two days. I’ve got to keep this on for like six weeks.” She struggles to balance her crutches and open her locker at the same time. Peter watches her carefully but doesn’t move to help her for now. She’s already irritable and he knows what buttons not to press.

She balances her books in her arms and then huffs in irritation when she realizes she won’t be able to carry them all and crutch to class without risking falling.

“Will you at least let me take those?” Peter says, already reaching to stack her books on top of his. “I feel awful. I shouldn’t have let you climb that fence.”

“I don’t need help,” she mutters. She doesn’t want to need Peter’s help. “And don’t coddle me. I made that decision.”

“Then let me carry your books because I’m your boyfriend and I like doing nice things for you.”

She rolls her eyes. “Just this once.”

For the rest of the day, Peter persists on doing nice things for MJ, completely unrelated to her injury, he says, like carrying her books and opening her locker and pulling out chairs for her. She doesn’t say anything, if only because she doesn’t want to make a fool of herself when she struggles to do it on her own.

By the end of the day, she’s beyond grateful for the help Peter’s given her without any expectations of anything in return.

It’s simple how nice it is to be taken care of.

She’s spent her whole life being the caretaker, and now, she’s been gifted somebody who will stop at nothing to take care of her.

She’s not exactly sure how she got so lucky, she doesn’t feel like she’s done a whole lot of good to deserve such wonderful karma, but she’s going to do everything in her power not to lose it that’s for sure.

  They’re lying in Peter’s bed, door open with May’s voice drifting into the room where she’s humming in the kitchen, when she finally voices her thoughts.

“Thank you.” It’s not as elegant as she thought it would be, but it conveys her gratitude just as well, she can’t remember the last time she said those words.

Peter’s arm tightens around her waist, pulling her in without jostling her leg. “You don’t have to thank me for doing the bare minimum.”

“You put up with my stubborn ass, I think that’s more than doing the bare minimum.”

“I just wanted to help, that’s all. I’m sure you would’ve done the same if it were me.”

She pokes his injured wrist. “Except I didn’t.”

“I’m a superhero, Em. I don’t think it works exactly the same.”

And it doesn’t, he’s right.

He’ll help her take her books to class, find a safer shortcut, take her on a redo date, carry her up the stairs so she doesn’t have to try with crutches, help her in anyway she can throughout this.

And she’ll hold him when he wakes up with a cry of misery, nightmares of how he got his own injury plaguing his sleep. She’ll kiss his forehead and promise him that he’s okay, that she’s okay too, that he’s safe and sound with her. She’ll pull him close when the tears cease and hum to him, the same songs May does, until he falls asleep. And she’ll be there every time after the first too.

Relationships might not be equal. She can’t tend for his wounds because he heals at lightning speed, he doesn’t have to soothe any nightmares, she doesn’t need to help him with his family, and he doesn’t need to her worry about her every evening. But it’s fair. She’ll be there for him in any way she can, and he’ll be there for her in anyway he can.

“Thank you,” she repeats nonetheless.

“I love you,” he says.

She smiles, leans into his warmth the same way she’s been leaning into accepting his help. “I love you too.”

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To Touch Him/ Bucky Barnes One Shot

Hey guys! Firstly, thank you for your requests. I didn’t even think someone would ask me for something so it really is exciting for me to take requests. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

REQUEST: @fdert367 : Hello! I don’t know if you would be down to write this but can you write a one shot for the winter soldier and maybe make it nsfw? Thank you!

Summary: Y/N and Bucky have some fun!

Words Count: 2002

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, Being tied-up, a fight scene. 

“Dude, you really are getting rusty.”

Y/N laughed out loud, trying to tease Thor for a second round. He wasn’t actually rusty, but she liked to make fun of the boys of the compound. She was strong, she enjoyed beating them up and mock them. Thor wasn’t someone you could’ve mocked with, he usually was competitive, so he wasn’t just going to let Y/N win; he had to win the second round.

“Bring it on Y/N.”

His ‘anger’ made her laugh even more, she liked how Thor easily got railed up by competition. She wanted to add more fire to it. “Sure, big boy. But don’t use your powers this time, you know I can use them back to you.” she grinned at him, knowing it would just make him rougher.

Thor was the one who attacked first, throwing a fist at her face. But she easily grabbed his hand, twisted it, and turned him over. Her giggles filled the training room, she knew the others were coming to watch it. Thor tripped Y/N over, making her fall to the ground but she quickly made her way up, kicking Thor in the abdomen. He immediately held her leg, twisted her in the air but she didn’t let herself fall. While holding her fists on the air, she smiled mischievously. At that moment Bucky, Natasha and Sam came in the room to watch them.

“20 bucks Y/N will win.” said Sam while eating his chips, Natasha doubled for Thor and Bucky kept himself quiet, watching Y/N’s moves carefully. She swinged her fist to Thor’s face, held his shoulders and climbed on top of them, grabbing his neck with her thighs. He grabbed her by the sweatshirt, threw her to the ground and got on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hitting him with her elbows to make him dizzy.

“Okay this is becoming a WWE match.”

She couldn’t hear who said that and she didn’t care at that moment either. She tried to get up, but Thor pinned her down quite strong. She tried everything, spinning him, biting him etc. But he didn’t even flinch. “Are you going to give it up, Y/N?” he asked with his mocking tone, making Y/N sigh. But then, she started to use her powers. She held Thor’s arm, focused on his powers, and then shocked him with his own electric. She gave such a high voltage of it, he cried with pain and let go of his hold. She took the advantage of it, wrapped her legs around his neck on the ground and held his arm. “Who’s going to give up now?”

He started to tap the mats aggressively. She cried with victory and let him go. They were out of breath, kept still on the ground. “Shit, Y/N! Yo Nat, I want my 20 bucks now.” Natasha rolled her eyes and gave Sam the money. Thor started to mumble under his breath. “Your abilities giving me migraines.” that comment made everybody laugh, and while they were leaving one by one Bucky stood behind. He helped Y/N got up on her feet. “What was this all about, doll?”

She shrugged “We made a bet. He thought he could’ve taken me down, I proved him wrong.” she grinned with victory then took a sip of her water. Bucky loved it when Y/N got all competitive and feisty but seeing her legs arounds Thor’s waist made him somewhat jealous. Normally, he wasn’t the jealous type, however something made his shoulders tense this time. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her body close to his and started grinding on her. “You know… I have something much more fun than this thing.”

Y/N’s eyes met with Bucky’s, hugged him back and grinned. “I’m hoping you mean bedroom activities.” she made Bucky laugh instantly. He loved her; he loved every bit of her. How they connected so fast, how they can understand each other just by the look on their faces. He loved touching her, more than anything else.

He held her hand, took her to their joined bedroom. The moment they closed the door, Bucky pinned her to the wall started kissing her. He was pressing his body onto hers, pushing himself between her legs. She moaned when she felt the pressure, she opened her legs and allow him between them. His lips were rougher than before, more wanting than ever. “Bucky you are driving me crazy right now.” she cried with pleasure and anticipation, making Bucky laugh into her mouth. “Oh doll, you have no idea what I am going to do to you.” he parted his lips from her with a devilish grin, making Y/N frustrated than before.

He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her to the bed and got on top. He put her hands on top of her head, held them tight; not allowing Y/N to touch him. “Bucky… Let me touch you, please.” he shook his head in response. “Oh no, sweetheart. You won’t be touching me until you realize what you did.” she gulped her moan down, watching his face while he was undressing her from her sportswear.

For a moment, he let her hands go and went to the bathroom. Panting, she rose from the bed and wondered why he went in there. Just in seconds, he came out with the belt of the robe, grinning even widely. “Oh wow.” she exhaled with excitement, she loved when Bucky became dominant. He always was the dominant in bed, but they usually made love. That made the ‘rough sex’ even more fun, more excited.

“Hands up, doll.”

She obliged, letting him tie her. Her breaths were quick, she was too excited than she should be. Bucky pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushed her legs wide open started caressing her on top of her underwear. She moved her body with pleasure, wanting more of him but he wasn’t ready to give in yet. He wanted Y/N to know what she did. “Bucky…” she moaned, pressing herself to his palm. “What do you want me to do, doll?” his fingers only brushing her underwear, he was only teasing her. He wanted her to beg.

“Jesus, Bucky just…” she couldn’t continue.  “Do you want me to taste you? Is that what you want sweetheart?” she nodded, moaning even more. “You have to be more specific, be more vocal love.” she looked him in the eye, then gave in. “Yes, Bucky. I want you to taste me and finger-fuck me.” he smirked and took her underwear off from her legs. “Atta girl.” he pulled her from the legs, buried his head between them. The moment she felt his touch, she lost herself into it. First, he put two fingers in, trying to make her ready. “Oh fuck!” she cried with pleasure, wanting more. But she knew Bucky wouldn’t give her fast if she didn’t ask for it. “Bucky, faster, please!” she almost yelled, and she was sure that everybody on their floor heard the cry. He immediately did what she asked, made his pace faster.

The weave of pleasure making her move, moan loudly. He was holding her legs, trying to keep them still but her body still was shaking with pleasure. She wanted to touch him, badly, but her hands were tied- literally. While her pleasure becoming unbearable and she was closer than ever, she could feel the sweet feeling of the release she had been waiting. “Yes, baby girl, come for me.” and that all it took, his voice. She came all over his fingers, so intense that she couldn’t come to her senses even after.

“Oh my God.”

She was breathless, couldn’t believe the climax she just had. But Bucky hadn’t finished yet. He got on top of her again, kissing her neck and chest while mumbling. “Have you realized what have you done yet, moya printsessa?” she was still oblivious about what she did, but she was trying as hard as she can. Feeling her hesitation, Bucky stopped kissing her and looked at her directly. “I guess I have to fuck you till your senses come up.”

He didn’t even let her answer, he spread her legs again and took off his clothes. She was taken aback again by his looks. After all this time, he still amazed her. How beautiful he was, it was beyond her. She wanted to touch him, but Bucky made a “tch tch” sound to stop her. “Not now, not yet. First, you need to realize, doll.” he smirked again and brushed his big, veiny cock towards her entrance. A little, soft moan escaped from her lips. “Shit, Bucky…” after he was sure that she was ready, he pushed himself in, moving slowly at first.

When Bucky was sure she adjusted him, he fastened his pace, making you moan loud again. She knew afterwards she wasn’t going to look at her friends directly for a while. Her thoughts got distracted by his voice. “Tell me, Y/N, who does your pussy belong to?”

Then she understood.

Bucky was jealous of the ‘closeness’ when she and Thor were training. Her eyes got wide open with the enlightenment. She was going to make him feel much better now. “You. Only you Bucky.” she moaned loudly again, this time it was on purpose. “Not Thor, not anybody else. Just you.” he laughed, stopped moving in her and took her hands. “Good girl. Now you can touch me.” he untied the belt, let her hands go. The moment she was free, she grabbed him by his neck and got on top of him. She kissed every inch of his body, his scars, his neck- every inch. He moaned with pleasure under her, holding her ass while giving it a small smack. “Move, Y/N.” she obliged. “Your wish is my command, Sergeant.”

She started to move from the pace they left just a second ago. Their moans filled the room, the corridor even, but they didn’t care this time. They just wanted their release, which was close. She could feel her walls closing on Bucky, and she knew he was about to cum inside of her. “Yes, Bucky, you feel so good!” she pressed her lips to his, kissing him as if she were hungry. He grabbed her hair, pulling it somewhat gently and hard. “Yes!” they both cried at the same time, but it was Bucky who came first. She felt his warmness inside, which made her more excited. “Yes, baby, cum for me.” he started to move himself too, trying to make her cum. He smacked her ass again, and again, he knew it was what she needed.

The beautiful, warm feeling filled her whole body, making her fall to his chest while still shaking. “Holy fuck, Bucky.” she whispered, couldn’t find the strength to be louder. They were both out of breath, trying to calm themselves.

They stayed like that, didn’t know how long it took for them to recover what they’d just had. After her breathing became normal, she rose her head to see Bucky. “I didn’t know you were jealous.” he was looking at her like she was not aware of the ‘obvious’ situation. “I’m not jealous of anyone, doll. But that’s Thor. Even I wanna fuck him.” that comment made her laugh, she slapped his flesh arm as a joke. “Oh wow, do you want to have a threesome with him then?” she asked jokingly. He shrugged. “I mean, I’m not saying no.”

They both laughed and kissed each other, soft and loving this time. “You know that I love you so much, right Bucky?” he smiled gently and started to brush her hairs with his metal fingers. “I know baby. I love you too, and sometimes I don’t know how to deal with that love.” she kissed his chin and whispered. “I mean, we can go again.” she wiggled her eyebrows while laughing.

“Alright, that’s it. Let’s tire you then.”