#i wanna go for another run tomorrow morning too if my legs feel up for it (because oh boy did it feel nice to run and i work out a lot at

[tardis--dreams]

Now that one month has passed the time started racing again and i feel like I'm almost home again and have no time left here lmao

[lnfours]

sunshine | l.n

summary: morning phone calls prompt from this prompt list

warnings: fluff, language, crying bc i want him so bad !!!

masterlist | feel free to send in a prompt!

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you regretted not shutting your blinds last night as the sun shone brightly through the windows of your bedroom. you huffed, rolling over onto your side to try to go back to sleep, but there was no use. it was too damn bright.

you threw the covers off your body, immediately missing the warmth from the blankets and your bed. you grabbed your phone off your nightstand and slipped your feet into the slippers you purposely left by your bed. a shiver traveled through your body as you made your way into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes before your phone buzzed on the counter.

you looked down, lando’s name lighting up your screen with a text.

you awake?

you tapped on the notification, typing back a response before starting to make yourself a cup of coffee. desperately needing the caffeine and the warmth.

just woke up.

you were stirring in the sugar when your phone buzzed and lit up again. another text from your boyfriend.

can i call?

you smiled at your screen, he always made sure to call you in the mornings whenever you two weren’t together. he loved waking up and hearing your voice on the other end of the phone, or seeing your face if he chose to facetime you.

sure, ready when you are :)

after a few seconds, his contact picture popped up on your screen. you took a minute to stare at the photo, a smile on your face as you remembered when you had taken it. it was a picture of him smiling, walking through the mtc with a shoebox in his arms. he had looked too good in the natural lighting for you not to snap a screenshot.

you slid the answer button over, smiling as you pressed the phone against your ear, “good morning,”

“g’morning,” his voice was raspy and you could tell he had woken up not long after you had, “how’d you sleep? any better than the night before?”

“not really,” you sighed, “i think i’m going to run to the store later and grab some melatonin or something. how’d you sleep?”

“slept hard,” he said, before continuing, “i could come with you to the store later,” he said, trying to mask his desperate desperate need to see you after spending a couple days apart, “gotta grab some things, too.”

you smirked, knowing he was just saying it to so that he would be able to see you, “oh yeah? like what?”

he hummed, “things,”

you laughed softly, “okay, i’ve got a meeting at 10. wanna go after?”

“sounds good,” he said.

there was rustling on his end and you could tell it was him getting out of bed, “want me to just drive us back to mine when we were done at the store?”

you placed your coffee on the table in front of you, tucking your legs under your body as you sat on the couch, “i’m good with that. means i don’t have to drive.”

you could hear the playful eye roll, “lazy bones,”

“you know it,” you said, swallowing a sip of coffee down before you continued, “oh! are we still going out with max and p tomorrow?”

“pretty sure, i’ll double check with max though.” lando said, a clinking of pans echoing through the phone. he was making breakfast.

you moved the phone from your ear to look at the time, “i gotta start getting ready for this meeting,” you sighed, “even though i really don’t want to.”

“you’ve got this,” he said back, “show ‘em how badass my girl is.”

you laughed, “i’ll text you when it’s over.”

“sounds good, baby,” his smile was evident, you didn’t even have to see it to know how bright it was, “knock ‘em dead, i love you.”

“i love you, too,” you smiled, “see you soon.”

“see you soon, love.”

you clicked the red button at the bottom of your screen, shaking your head with a slight laugh as you grabbed your mug and made your way into the bedroom.

mornings were slowly starting to become your favorite time of day.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Classic

Minho x fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: reader works hard to become a Runner and prove herself, then she and Minho start to catch feelings (your typical Maze fic cause why not)

Notes: so. I did a thing. For context, this was initially part of my ace!reader fic, but getting them together took way too much time and the fic was so long. In the end I had to cut out the getting together part, and I made that into it's own original fic. End result: a classic Maze Runner only girl becomes a runner fic, hence the title

Warnings: none really, language (Glader slang)

You meet Minho the day after you arrive in the Glade.

As Newt brings you around on the regular job tour, you see Minho and Ben return from a morning run, and you're immediately intrigued.

"Hey Newt, what do they do? I thought we weren't supposed to go in the Maze."

"Right, that's who I forgot to talk about yesterday. Those are some of our Runners," explains Newt. "They go out every day to map the Maze and try to find a way out. It's a tough job, and while all of the jobs are vital, the Runners are some of the most important."

"How would I become one?" you ask, eyes still on the two boys disappearing into the Runners' hut.

"You wanna be a Runner? You'd have to talk to Minho, he's the Keeper."

You nod as Newt continues.

"And, being a Runner is hard work. You need to be strong; both mentally and physically, and think fast when you're in a tough spot. Bravery is key here, plus having your head screwed on right at all times."

He tilts his head. "That's not meant to be discouraging, just a reality check before you do anything. I mean, give it a try. Just ask Minho."

As you try out wood cutting, you think about the Runners. Being able to run every day exploring the Maze sounds great. Plus, avoiding the stares of tens of teenage boys would be a nice bonus.

You decide to talk to Minho, and end up knocking on the door of the Runners' hut that night.

"Come in," he calls.

"Hi," you say, a bit nervously, as you walk in.

Ben and Minho are poring over the map model, and they look up upon hearing your voice.

"Hey Greenie," greets Ben with a grin.

"Y/n," says Minho. Your heart warms at the fact that he's learnt your name despite how you only remembered it this morning.

"Are you here for something?" he asks.

You take a deep breath. "I want to be a Runner."

Ben immediately scoffs, which escalates into loud guffaws. Seriously; he guffaws.

"Ben," Minho calls sharply. "Go get dinner, I think we've finished mapping for today."

"No- hey, I didn't mean to be rude." He holds his hands up in a placating manner, still wearing a smile. "It's just- the Maze is..."

"Ben, just go."

You step back as he brushes past you to leave.

"Sorry 'bout that," says Minho shortly. "So, you think you can be a Runner?"

"Yes," you say steadily, putting Ben out of your mind.

"You know, most of my guys had to be chosen and forced to do this. No one volunteers to go into that Maze. Why do you want to do it?"

"I want to help find a way out, plus I'd like the running." You look him in the eyes. "And I think I can do it."

He looks at you, thinking for a second, then speaks up. "Okay. We'll try you out tomorrow. Meet at the Maze entrance just before it opens. Find a way to know when that is."

The next morning, you go into the Maze to start trials with Minho. He takes you on a run to start off, before instructing you to do sprints across a long straight path as well as sharp turns around corners.

By midday, you're completely drained, leaning on the walls and sipping water slowly as you stretch your tired legs.

"Okay, we'll just do one more run and then go back," says Minho.

He watches your reaction carefully. You're clearly exhausted, so he's surprised when you swiftly stick your water bottle back in the pack and stand, ready to run again.

"You sure you can do another?" Even Minho himself is pretty tired at this point.

"Yes," you respond emphatically, levelling his gaze and silently challenging him to tell you to take another break.

He gives one approving nod, then turns to start running again.

⭒----⭒

"Okay, debrief time."

You're exhausted and sweaty and ready to collapse, but you stand tall in the Runners' hut when you and Minho return.

"Your stamina is good. You've got enough to run the Maze. Your speed and agility are good too, which brings me to my next point. Newt's explained the Grievers, right?"

At your nod, he continues, talking about all the possible emergencies and situations in more detail.

"You got that?" he asks at the end. "You need to stay calm enough to recall the home route, or find another way if that's blocked. I've lost Runners to panic before, and I don't need any more of that stress. There's no real way to test this, so it's just a heads up for now."

You nod again. "Okay," you say.

"Good."

Within the next day, you're officially a Runner. You start training and becoming more experienced with time.

You come to genuinely love the job, which a lot of Runners don't feel. You love the consistent drumbeat of your feet on the stone, and how good the snacks taste during a break in the secluded walls of the Maze.

Granted, said Maze is still a massive jail trapping you and the rest of the Gladers in, but you can try to find positives among all of it.

You share your thoughts with Minho during break times. While training, you found that he wasn't really one to talk about himself, at least initially.

But, when you start talking about running and exploring, he starts to join in, passionately telling you about the little intricacies in the Maze, like how the wall changes are satisfyingly predictable once you've mapped enough.

"You know," he says one day. "The vines grow flowers sometimes."

"Really?" You and Minho are resting with your backs leaning against the walls, sipping water and eating the snacks.

"Yeah, just little plain white ones, and they don't stay long, but they're really nice while they're there."

"Hopefully we'll see them soon," you say, touching the vines next to you and imagining them covered in tiny flowers.

You also find out other things about him too; not just Maze details.

There are the simple things you catalogue and store away in your memory, like his love for blackberries and preference for cold showers (you let him know that the shower thing is psychopathic, especially in the chilly mornings).

There are also the more complicated things, deeper knowledge you pick up as you know him longer. Some days he'll start to feel hopeless and angry about the Maze, and you'll know to just sit with him on those days and let your presence be a quiet comfort.

You learn that you always want to make him smile and laugh, and find that he makes you do the same.

Overtime, your platonic affections evolve into wanting to spend every minute with him, and loving each minor detail about him, until you're not really sure when you started to fall for him.

You do however, have an exact moment when you realise your feelings.

It's a Greenie welcome night, with the bonfire blazing and people yelling excitedly over the sparring matches.

You're a little tipsy from Gally's drink, and you've managed to pull Minho away from the Runners' circle, where they usually just stand around sipping their drinks and brooding.

You usually join in with them, and it's nice most months, but tonight you're looking for something more fun, and you're feeling reckless and warm thanks to the alcohol.

You drag Minho by the hand to where Zart and a bunch of others are playing a drinking game. You lean on Minho, bending over with laughter as Clint stumbles and nearly falls over, while Jeff watches from the side, rolling his eyes.

"Let's play," you say, yanking Minho forward.

"Hang on, I don't usually drink a lot- hey, careful!" He groans, smiling fondly as you trip over Clint, who is now on the ground. Minho shakes his head and follows you as you walk over to the game, still clutching his hand tightly.

"Do a dare or take a drink!" announces Zart. "Y/n! Your turn. Take a drink or kiss Minho," he challenges.

"Hold up," interrupts Minho. "We're not playing this game. Shucking immature."

You give him a wide grin, and shuck, he's gonna think about that look forever. The firelight dancing on your face, one eyebrow slightly raised, and a wicked grin. Pull yourself together man, she just smiled at you.

You're unaware of his inner turmoil over your expression, and you lean in playfully before lifting his hand and brushing your lips over his knuckles gently.

You laugh as he starts spluttering incoherently, blush rising to his cheeks as he pulls away amidst the other boys' boos and unsatisfied calls of "that wasn't a proper kiss!"

You turn and respond, "You didn't say where!"

"Alright, you sneaky shank, this time you kiss him full on the lips or drink this." Zart hands you a mason jar filled almost to the brim with Gally's drink.

"Oh, you think I can't drink this?" you challenge, ignoring the kiss part. You're not about to embarrass a clearly flustered friend by kissing him, so you've got to drink.

You raise the glass like a toast before downing it fast, the alcohol burning as it slides down your throat.

You lift it high in victory as you finish, the other boys cheering raucously and the kiss forgotten.

After slamming the jar down dramatically, you stumble back and crash into Minho, still laughing as your back hits his chest.

You turn and grab his shirt to steady yourself, and as you look up you're suddenly face to face with him, your noses almost touching.

There's a pause as you both freeze, staring into each others' eyes.

Then Jeff bumps into you, attempting to handle Clint off the floor, and the moment breaks. You jump apart and laugh it off.

⭒----⭒

The next morning, your head pounds like there's a goddamn Maze door grinding open in it. And yeah, there is a Maze door grinding open, but luckily you're not on the morning run today.

The last night comes back to you as you wake up, and that's when you realise: you wanted to kiss Minho. Not for the other boys' stupid game, but in that moment you wanted a real kiss.

As you try to process this, everything floods through you. All the hours spent mapping the Maze when you were actually just trying to get more time with Minho, all the quiet chats about whether you'll ever really escape the Glade, all the inside jokes and quips traded during meals.

You like Minho; for real. Shuck.

⭒----⭒

When you meet Minho at the Maze entrance for the afternoon run, neither of you bring up the last night. Or at least, it's done in a casual way, never talking about the moment - if that was even real.

You revert back to your regular patterns as you run, ignoring your rapidly-becoming-more-dangerous crush. You're in Section 3, and you're taking a break when you start talking like usual.

"Hey," you say. "I never got to ask why you became a Runner."

"Oh." Minho looks down.

You wonder if the question was too personal, or if there's some traumatic story attached. You open you mouth to tell him he doesn't have to answer, but then he speaks.

"I was here pretty early; I'm one of the oldest Gladers, so we were really still trying to figure out the roles and making a whole... society.

"I ended up choosing to be a Runner cause I wanted to escape this place. I wanted to get us out. Fat load of good that did," he scoffs.

"Hey." You gently kick your leg out to nudge him, and he lifts his head to meet your smile.

"Anyway," he continues. "I just chose this cause I wanted to leave here. I hated the Maze, actually. But it's changed now. Maze and I have a love-hate relationship." He pats the walls of the Maze and you huff out a laugh.

"But I know that's not why you became a Runner," he says, raising an eyebrow.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, you said that you wanted to help find a way out, but there was way more to it."

"Oh, do tell." You cross your arms and lift your chin.

"You wanted to prove yourself. Let's face it: first and only girl, you're gonna want to show that you can do a hard thing. You're gonna be so determined to show your strength that you jump at a job like this."

You frown at him outwardly, but inside you wonder how deeply Minho actually knows you. Has he really understood you that clearly from the start?

"I liked that about you," he tells you. "You had this fire, this spirit that I hadn't seen in many Greenies. You were so different to my other Runners.

"I still remember when you walked in. You looked me dead in the eye and said 'I can do it'. And here we are." He gestures between the two of you. You're leaning your backs on opposite walls, facing each other with your legs forming a V shape in the middle of the path.

"I'm glad I walked in that day," you say softly. "I wouldn't want any other job."

He lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, me too. 'M glad you became a Runner."

There's a pause, then-

You're not sure who moves first, but soon you're pushing off the wall and meeting him in the middle as he captures your mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss, both of you grabbing desperately for each other.

Before you know it your first kiss becomes your first make out session, as you run your hands through his hair and feel yourself being pulled flush against him.

"This is stupid," he whispers between kisses. "I didn't even get to say my romantic speech."

"It was good enough for me," you say, smiling into the kiss.

Suddenly, you hear creaking as a wall close by starts to shift.

"Shuck." You pull away from each other. "That's not supposed to go until... 7 minutes before doors close."

"We gotta run."

Together you sprint back to the Glade, until the doors come into come into view.

The two of you slide in a the last second, rolling right onto the grass.

You can't help but laugh as the adrenaline from almost being trapped inside shoots through your system. Minho's grinning too as he extends an arm to pull you up.

"Bloody Christ, the two of you honestly." Newt stomps up to you, his expression thunderous. "You were meant to get back ages ago. You guys are never late! What happened?"

Your eyes automatically flick to Minho's.

"What, too busy making out to get back on time?" prods Newt.

"Well..."

"Shucking- agh. Never again. I thought we were gonna have to pull Y/n's crushed foot through or something. You were this close." He holds up his index finger and thumb.

He crosses his arms, then uncrosses them and heaves a long-suffering sigh. "I'm really happy for you two though," he says begrudgingly.

"Thanks," you say, taking Minho's hand and tugging him to the dinner tables.

Check Part 2 with reader coming out as ace and working everything out with Minho, which was the initial intention of this fic

But, if you're just interested in a sweet getting together story, there's no need to read part 2; they can be read as standalone fics.

Thanks for reading ❤

[osamusbigtits]

"fuck."

suna's legs try to close around osamu's head. only for his thighs to be pushed farther apart by osamu's strong hands. suna falls deeper into the pleasure.

osamu's tongue works at suna's clit. suna's overly sensitive clit from his recent start of bottom growth. suna had felt the slight discomfort start and, well, osamu wanted to feel it for himself.

and suna has a hard time saying no to those puppy dog eyes.

suna doesn't know how many times he's cum. fuck, everything is a mess, he can feel how sticky his thighs are, how his cunt continues to gush at every little thing osamu does. and fuck, when osamu sucks at suna's clit, he can't even be embarrassed when he squirts on osamu's face.

he pushes osamu's face away. "I can't," suna pants. "I can't. too much."

osamu looks up at suna, eyes wide and hazy like they get when suna fucks him stupid. suna wonders how wet osamu's boxers must be just from eating suna out.

osamu kisses suna's thighs instead, leaving wet kiss marks. a mix of suna's cum and osamu's spit.

"good?" osamu asks softly. he looks at suna like he's his whole world. like suna's very answer is the word of a god.

"so good," suna breathes out. he wills his body into relaxing, despite his thighs shaking and aftershocks still rocking through him.

osamu moves to hover over suna and kisses him. suna runs his hand through osamu's thick hair, tugging lightly just to hear osamu's gasp.

"wanna keep eating you out," osamu says against suna's lips. he straddles one of suna's thighs.

fuck, osamu's wetter than suna thought he'd be. his hips move, slow movements, like osamu's teasing himself. he's such a masochist.

"hm," suna hums, thinking. he doesn't know if he can go another round. maybe he can get himself a little break. "maybe if you go grab that pretty purple strap you love," suna practically purrs and osamu shivers, "and ride me 'til you squirt, I'll let you eat me out again."

osamu leaps out of bed, making suna laugh to himself.

suna watches osamu with a smile. osamu's perfect. nice, thick thighs. a prominent, squishy belly. a fat ass that suna loves to smack. (evidence shows with a faded handprint on osamu's left buttcheek, after osamu quickly jumps out of his boxers.) suna thanks every diety, every god and higher power out there, that osamu only got bigger and bigger.

osamu makes a small "ah-ha!" sound and emerges with the dildo in his hand. his proud smile makes suna giggle. he loves osamu so much.

quickly making his way back to bed, osamu tosses the strap to suna and suna watches it fall near his hip.

osamu jumps onto the bed and stares at suna expectantly.

suna pouts, a fake pout just to annoy osamu and rile him up. "you aren't going to help me?"

osamu scoffs and mutters about how lazy suna is and what a tease he is.

all the teasing and stalling is worth it. osamu's moan of relief when he sinks down on his favorite dildo is music to suna's ears. one hand holds osamu's thigh and the other holds his hip. osamu leans back, hands braced on suna's thighs.

suna watches osamu's pretty cunt take in the dildo. it's osamu's favorite because it's thick and long. osamu loves to be filled, to feel the stretch. he turns his attention to osamu's chest. pretty tits littered with hickeys suna's left.

osamu's chest rises and falls rapidly. his eyes squeeze shut. fuck, he's waiting for suna to tell him to move, isn't he?

"what are you waiting for, baby?" suna asks. his rubs osamu's thigh and gives a gentle squeeze. maybe suna will eat out osamu tomorrow morning to wake him up. or until osamu is awake and tease him with kisses and nips to these beautiful thighs.

"rin," osamu pants, breathless. "please."

"I never said you need my permission."

"I want it- rin, please."

the words go straight to suna's cunt. he wonders how long he can make osamu wait, what all he can do before osamu begs with reckless abandon.

suna doesn't think he himself can be patient enough, though. not with how enticing osamu looks. not with the show he knows he's about to get.

rolling his hips up, suna says, "of course, osamu. go ahead."

osamu whines. slick already drips down the dildo at the first few bounces of his hips. suna almost wonders if osamu would've came if he made him wait a little bit longer. the idea of that power makes suna a little dizzy.

"play with yourself," suna growls. the words tear out of him before he can even think them. but osamu's fingers are on his clit in an instant, his breath hitching and hips jumping. suna wonders what osamu would feel like on an actual cock. if he'd be able to feel osamu's warm, wet cunt tightening around his cock.

osamu's gasps, throwing his head back. he cums, but doesn't squirt.

osamu hips slow down and suna tsks lightly. "ah, ah, not yet, puppy." osamu's pupils blow wide, eyes completely hazy. "keep bouncing, pretty boy. I said ride me until you squirt," suna says, voice gentle but firm, in the way he knows makes osamu's cunt tighten, because he's felt it while fingering him into oblivion.

osamu whimpers. his hips speed up again, but this time, suna thrusts up to meet him. osamu moans with every thrust, high-pitched and whiny.

"keep playing with yourself, baby," suna says, sugary sweet. osamu's fingers hesitate, like he wants to listen but knows it'll be too much. "come on, puppy, you've been so good for me."

"shit, rin, fuck-"

"not yet."

osamu whimpers, but his hips keep moving, fingers don't stop playing with his clit. fuck, suna loves him.

suna loves osamu's moans, broken whines, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. luckily, they're on vacation.

he shoves two fingers into osamu's mouth. not to quiet the moan, no that's not. for a surprise osamu will love.

but the feeling of osamu's tongue on his fingers makes suna's pussy clench, remembering how that tongue felt on his cunt. despite feeling overstimulated, suna thinks he wants more.

osamu has drastically changed his stamina.

osamu whines when suna removes his fingers but when suna's hand brushes against osamu's ass, his eyes widen. mindlessly, he starts begging.

"will you come for me, puppy?" suna asks and osamu nods vigorously before suna finishes asking.

suna gets one finger in and osamu's gone. a loud moan rattling through him has he cums, he squirts on the pretty purple dildo. suna gently works him through it, but when his hips slow, osamu shakes his head.

"don't want- don't stop. need more. rin, please. please- I can do one more."

suna needs to see osamu cry. needs to see him ruined. needs to fuck osamu so hard he forgets his own name, forgets how to breathe, forgets everything that isn't suna.

suna growls, "on your back."

osamu scrambles to comply. legs spread wide for suna, osamu's hands holding his thighs. suna finds the lube, thrown amongst their pillows.

"play with that pretty pussy for me, yeah?"

"rin, I can't-"

"you can. I know you can, puppy." osamu breathes out harshly and then shoves two fingers in soaking wet cunt. their sheets are a mess. it looks like a night sleeping on the couch when they're all done.

suna did tell osamu to grab a towel before eating him out, but osamu insisted there would only be one orgasm. and now look at them.

suna watches osamu's fingers as he lubes up his strap.

then he places a generous amount of lube on his fingers and osamu watches with hazy eyes. god, he's already drooling.

suna uses his free hand to wipe away the drool. "oh, osamu. you're such a fucking mess. my dumb slut, huh? all you can think about is my cock inside of you, right?" suna says. to accent his point, he pushes two fingers into osamu's ass. osamu's eyes squeeze shut. "look at you. I've barely done anything to you and you're a mess. a complete wreck."

"rin," osamu whines softly. his back arches when suna's fingers start to move. osamu's own fingers move to his clit, messy circles that suna knows drives osamu insane.

"I'm gonna make you feel as good as you made me felt, alright? you'd love that, wouldn't you?" osamu nods.

osamu doesn't whine when suna removes his fingers, he's more excited for what's to come. osamu spreads his legs, giving suna a clear view of his holes. wet and ruined.

"fuck, samu." suna kisses osamu roughly as he gently pushes in.

osamu moans, long and low in his throat.

suna doesn't give osamu time. no, that'd be too nice of suna. he starts with quick, shallow thrusts. osamu's eyes grow hazy and moaning loud.

suna takes osamu's hand, the one that's been playing with his cunt like suna told him, and pins it over osamu's head. but suna replaces osamu's hand with his own. he matches his hips with his fingers, driving deep into osamu's filthy holes.

and fuck, those filthy sounds coming from osamu's mouth. like he's in a porno, giving the best performance of his life. suna kisses osamu, sloppy. mostly suna fucking his tongue into osamu's mouth.

"fuck. I bet you'd love to have every hole filled, huh?" suna whispers into osamu's ear. osamu cums, but suna keeps going, not done with him yet. "nice thick cocks. one for your tight ass, one for that fat cunt of yours, and one for your pretty mouth. making all these obscene noises. you'd love to filled with cum until you burst."

osamu nods. his eyes prickle with tears as he cums again.

"you can do one more for me, baby," suna's voice softens, words softening with it. "I know you can. my good puppy, always listens to me, yeah?"

"rin," osamu moans. he repeats suna's name as his back arches once again, give suna that final orgasm. his thighs shake around suna's hips.

suna kisses him and osamu kisses back hungrily.

suna wipes his hand off on the sheets before taking osamu's face in his hand and kissing deeper.

"let's get cleaned up," suna says softly.

"you said I'd be able to eat you out," osamu replies, grabbing suna's hips.

"you're going to kill me-"

suna's cut off with a yelp as osamu flips them.

[sirjacobthomaskiszka]

Keep Me Warm

jake kiszka x reader

warnings (minors dni, 18+ only or i’ll tell your mom. smutty smut smut, cockwarming, unprotected penetrative sex {wrap it before you tap it folks}, sort of soft dom jake, a lil fluff sprinkled on top)

“Fuck sweet girl, feel so fucking good wrapped around me like that.” You moaned at Jake’s words, too cock dumb to actually respond.

Jake was working you up to your third orgasm of the night. On your knees, chest pressed to the bed, the obscene slap of his skin on yours, listening to him huff out breaths as he works into you.

“Shit y/n, want you to ride me baby, wanna see your face when I make that pretty pink cunt come all over my cock.” Gently Jake pulls out, you whine at the loss of him inside your aching core. “Come up here baby.”

Jake settled himself at the head of your bed, you move to straddle him, watching as he grabs the base of his cock to guide himself back inside you, where he belongs. “Fuck Jakey, feel you so deep, you fill me up so good.” You begin rocking in Jake’s lap, the combination of his tip continually grazing that ethereal spot deep inside you and the friction of your clit against him, you’re quickly approaching your release.

Whining out to him, Jake let’s you know he’s close too, “Keep fucking yourself on my cock sugar, make me fill you up. Wanna see my cum dripping out of you.” Just like he asks you fuck yourself harder on him.

With a final rock of your hips you feel yourself let go, white bliss spreads behind your eyes, the clenching of your walls around Jake sends him over the edge with you. Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you down on to him, fucking into you as he works through his release. “Fucking take it all baby, milk me dry, shittt.” With a final thrust into you Jake stills, running his hands up and down your back. “You gonna hop off me sweet girl?”

Timidly you shake your head no, “Huh uh, wanna keep you inside me Jakey. Makes me feel so full, so whole when I can be this close to you.”

“Hmm fuck sugar, I could get hard again just listening to you talk like that. Swing your legs around and get comfy baby. You can keep me warm as long as you want.” You settle yourself around Jake, legs wrapped around his back, sat in his lap with his cock softening gently inside you. The feeling more intimate and sweet than anything. Having him close in such an innocently dirty way. Jake pulls a blanket around your shoulders and you tuck your head into his neck.

He gently sweeps your hair behind your ear, “What did you get up to today love?”

You hum into his dewy skin, “Not a lot. Missed you mostly, read a little and caught up on that show you don’t like. Thought about going down to the new record shop that opened across town but thought that we could make a date out of it instead.”

“I’d love that baby. The boys don’t need me in the studio tomorrow so we can get coffee and go in the morning, yeah?”

“That sounds perfect Jakey. Will you tell me more about the new album?”

You two stay tangled around each other, talking about anything and everything. Reveling in the closeness you get to share, a moment of intimate stillness within the whirlwind that is your shared life.

Shifting in his lap, Jake’s hand shoots to your hip, groaning deeply you feel him stir inside you. “Hmm that feel good Jakey?” You clench around him, earning another breathless moan from his sweet lips.

“Fuck sweet girl you have no idea. Your already so wet and warm for me, feels like heaven on me.” You start to rock gently, clenching every now and again as you feel Jake’s cock grow and start to throb within you.

“Not gonna take me long love, you feel too good.”

“Fuck, me either Jakey. Need you, need you hard.” With that Jake places a hand on your lower back and flips you both over, never breaking your connection. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull his head down to your neck. “Fucking give it to me Jake. Wanna come all over your cock again, wanna make a mess.”

“Gonna give it all to you sweet girl, gonna make such a mess of that pretty pussy.” Jake begins pounding into you, the headboard hitting the wall with every stroke.

“Fuck- Jake- uh fuck!” Reaching a hand down you rub tight circles onto your clit, bringing you closer to the edge, ready to fall over into the awaiting abyss with Jake.

“Yes baby rub that pretty pussy, come for me y/n. Need to feel you come for me baby please.” With his begging whines in your ear you free fall into your orgasm, clenching tightly around Jake, feeling him release into you again.

Out of breath you slowly float back into your body. Having held Jake inside you for so long had made you so sensitive your orgasm had hit you like a freight train. Pushing himself off you Jake finally pulled out, groaning again watching the mix of both your releases leak out of you.

Jake leans down to kiss you sweetly, “We should do that more often baby, that was incredible.” Brushing his nose gently against yours.

“Hmm I am more than happy to oblige Jakey, I already feel a little empty without you,” you hum to him. Dropping his head to your shoulder he grumbles, “You can’t say shit like that baby I am no where near ready for round three.”

He lifts away from you and off the bed and disappears into your shared bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean you up.

Pulling back the sheets you both climb under, Jake tucking you into his side, you both now fully content and satiated.

“Can we make waffles in the morning honey?”

“Of course sweet girl, we can make whatever you want.”

Snuggling in closer you both whisper your I love you’s and drift to sleep peacefully in each other arms.

[newtonsheffield]

Hi! first of all just wanna say that you’re amazing truly a angel 🫶

All I am is one of my favorites and I was just rereading it and it got me thinking, the first time they have sex Kate brush it off like a casual thing so I was wondering who initiated the second time? and how it went , maybe for spicy sunday ?

see here's the thing, and here's why Anthony's just as responsible for their current situation: He initiated it and it felt like, to Kate, that he was pretty clear about the terms of their little arrangement

"So what do you guys usually do for Christmas?"

Anthony's voice rumbled across the desk, echoing through the quiet ward, and despite herself it left a shiver down Kate's spine.

She was sat at the nurse's station, her feet propped up on another chair as Snow fell outside the windows, just the two of them, it felt like, all alone on the quiet ward.

She'd tried not to think about it in the days since she and Anthony had burst into the bathroom of that bar with his fingers already fucking her slowly in a way that had had her knees weak and her head spinning. She'd tried not to think about how Anthony's lips had felt on hers and how her legs had spread open so easily for him, how he'd been a little rough and desperate, they both had, but his eyes had been kind when they'd stayed locked with hers the entire time. She hadn't stopped thinking about it. Hadn't as she'd laid in bed and her fingers had slid down her stomach and she'd shuddered against the mattress. Hadn't when she'd walked onto the ward tonight, tying her hair back quickly and seen him for the first time since she'd ducked out before he could let her down gently. His voice apologetic when he said,

"Sorry, didn't wanna call you in on Christmas Eve but..."

"It's fine." SHe'd said briskly, ignoring the way her stomach had lurched. "Where are we at?"

And she was trying not to think about it now. Trying not to think about the bob of his throat as he leaned over the desk, and his strong arms and how they'd felt good wrapped around her, not suffocating in the way Baz's had.

"Kate?" His voice was like a sing song as he poked at her ribs, a crooked grin on his face as he smiled at her.

She swatted his hand away ignoring the way it burned. "What?"

He rolled his eyes, "What are you guys doing for christmas tomorrow?"

She tutted, trying to turn back to the computer screen as though she'd been working, not wondering what it would feel like to sink down onto her knees for him. "If I get out of here before morning I'll go to Mum's I guess. She usually cooks and we just... spend the day together."

Anthony hummed, adjusting his glasses, the sound shivering down Kate's spine. "This year my Mum's cooking five desserts, and I got Greggy a new Playstation and he's going to be so excited and I can't wait to see his face light up."

He was so handsome, even close to midnight, with a smile on his lips and his hair sticking up in a thousand different directions, with his muscles flexing and his throat bobbing. Heat was rising in Kate's chest the longer she looked at him. The longer she looked at how his scrubs stretched over the firm wall of his chest and his eyes shining, something tugging in the pit of her stomach and-

"You're thinking about it aren't you?" Anthony's voice was deeper, his eyes darker as he leaned across the desk towards her.

"I never think about you."

Anthony chuckled darkly, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah you are, it's okay, I've been thinking about it too."

Her stomach dropped, lips parting as she stared back at him, her heart stuttering. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She stood from the desk, clearing her throat, desperate to get away from him but he followed her, right behind her, his voice curious. "So we're just... pretending it didn't happen?"

"Nothing happened."

No, nothing happened, you just came harder and faster than you ever have in your entire life and you can't stop thinking about it

"Nothing?" Anthony chuckled, "Wow you must have had some absolutely incredible shags if that was nothing because I can't stop thinking about it. How you felt, how you sounded."

"Anthony, jesus." Kate sighed, turning back towards him, her cheeks burning. "Everyone will hear you!"

He looked down the empty ward, "Who? And besides, we're adults, we can fuck if we want."

He was nearly pressed against her, the firm wall of his chest brushing hers, the heady masculine scent of him overwhelming. She could already imagine what his soft hands would feel like in her thighs, she could imagine his teeth scraping along her neck and the sweaty snap and grind of their bodies. It had to have been a fluke. A release of the tension that had bubbled between them for nearly two years. It wouldn't be the same again. It would be hollow and useless and it still wouldn't fill the void inside her just as Baz hadn't and no one could.

"We could, except I don't want."

Anthony shrugged. "Cool if true but... I don't think it is." He leaned towards her, his lips nearly brushing hers as he opened the door to the on call room behind her leaving it open before he pressed his hips against hers, rolling them lightly against hers. "I know it felt good for you, so tightly wound all the time, in control. Bet it felt good to stop. To let it all go. Felt good to grind against me until everything... snapped. I could do it again, I'd love to."

She couldn't help herself. Kate reached forward, her hands closing around the front of his scrubs tugging him forward before she slammed the door behind them. Anthony's lips were just as soft and desperate as she remembered. They moved feverishly together, a moan falling from Anthony's lips that Kate swallowed with hers. Her hands tugged his shirt over his head, seeking the skin that she hadn't felt the first time, letting him pull at her own, his eyes dark as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

His lips were soft on her skin as he stared up at her from the floor, sliding forward until she was pressed against the wall, his lips nipping at her stomach, at the waistband of her knickers, his teeth scraping the soft skin there as heat settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Let me."

His voice was a command. But not like the ones she'd heard from other men. This was soft, gentle, as though all she had to do was push back against his shoulder and he would rise to his feet and that would be the end of it.

"Let me fuck you like this."

A choked moan rose in her throat as his tongue darted out, swirling over the waistband of her underwear, soft and warm and inviting. Her head nodded desperately against the wall, already fighting for breath as Anthony's shoulders rippled, hook her knees over them, his hand tugging her underwear to the side as a groan fell from his lips before he ducked his head.

From the first touch of his tongue against her, Kate couldn't breathe. He was rough and gentle and the same time, his tongue laving over her while his teeth nipped at her, pushing further and further, closer and closer to the edge with each pass of his tongue and moan of her name and thrust of his fingers.

She couldn't have stood even if she wanted to. She was sure, every inch of her body was shaking for him, dangling over the edge of her precipice with her fingernails slipping and-

Anthony!

It felt like a free fall, hurtling towards the ground with a shudder until Anthony caught her. His strong arms were around her waist even as he set her gently back on the ground, a smile on his face as he kissed her lightly.

"That was super fun."

And she could have let him go, she knew she could have but she didn't. She darted forward, sealing their lips together again, the taste of her on his tongue thick and heady as she helped him out of his pants, walking back towards the bed.

She went to lay down on the mattress of the bed in the corner, but Anthony stopped her, tugging her backwards against his chest his lips against her ear, his tongue tracing the words. "Ride the fuck out of me."

He fell against the mattress, settling himself there with a slightly smug smile before he tugged her to straddle him, a moan falling from the chests in tandem as her weight settled atop him.

That's it, Kate. Oh Fuck! The curse fell from his lips at the first snap of her hips against his, another choked gasp falling from her chest as they fell into the relentless rhythm. It was just as she remembered. Hands gripping and hips grinding filthily together, two people chasing release, an escape, chasing and chasing as the tension swelled around them.

Angry red lines marred his chest, as her fingernails bit into the firm muscle again and again as she moved above him, and still it wasn't enough. She tugged in his shoulders until he sat up, his chest pressed against hers, his arms were tight around her waist as they ground together their skin slipping and sliding over one another.

Anthony's eyes stayed locked on hers the entire time, unlike anyone else she'd ever been with like this, and just for a moment she wanted to look away. Wanted to hide from the attention he was giving her where Baz's eyes had always stayed screwed shut against her as he imagined someone else, likely, but she didn't. Their eyes stayed locked together as they chased after each other, until everything shattered.

Kate's shoulders were still heaving as she untangled herself from Anthony, both of them collapsed against the mattress. "Um- this... shouldn't happen, again."

"This should definitely happen again. I haven't come that hard in ages." Anthony gasped, his arm covering his eyes.

But the awkwardness had risen in her, the memory of how his eyes had looked when he'd stared up at her, burning in her chest. "Anthony, you don't like me, and I don't like you."

"We have good sex though." Anthony had grinned, swiping the fogged glassed from his face. "Let me know if you want to do it again."

"I won't." Kate snipped, tugging her shirt back over her head.

But she didn't even make it to New Year's even before she took out her phone and sent a text.

Are you up?

And just like anything, she didn't know it would change her life at the time. But it changed anyway.

[aenariasbookshelf]

you say you want (me) (part eight of ?)

title: you say you want (me) (part eight of ?)

author: Aenaria

rating: G

Weekly prompt: Happy Birthday Steve week at @darcylewisbingohq

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers

tags/warnings: Darcy/Steve, soulmate AU                                                                                                 

Summary: In a world where having a soulmate mark is the norm for most people, Darcy Lewis is one of the rare few unmarked people. Of course, this doesn’t stop her from finding the right partner. 

Previous parts can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/aenariasbookshelf/719853958960742400

A/n: I had a revelation about where I pulled the title of this fic from today as I was writing this, thanks to something my best friend sent me. All coincidentally, mind you - she has no idea of this story as far as I know (she's not in the fandom). It's a good and amazing revelation, one that will make this fic even better. I can’t wait to get to working that into this story. *bounces in happiness*

*

Exposure therapy. Or that’s what it’s allegedly called. To put himself in situations where he’s uncomfortable to try and figure out how to cope with them instead of being wholly disabled.

Whatever. He’s not even sure if that’s the right term for what’s going through his head.

No matter what, Steve still doesn’t like the sound of fireworks and is working to actively avoid them, even if they’re a major part of the combined birthday/4th of July party happening at the Compound right then.

Besides, it’s his birthday, and if he wants to spend the last half of his party relaxing on a giant float that’s been engineered to handle his weight in the Compound’s indoor pool avoiding raucous partygoers, so be it. It’s calm, and the gentle rocking of the water makes him drowsy, head tilting back against the inflatable pillow.

Another sound begins to rise above the movement of the water, bare feet padding along the bright white tiles surrounding the pool. And it’s a cadence Steve recognizes all too well, as a gentle smile spread across his face.

“You know, of all the places for you to hide and avoid your birthday party, on a pool floatie is the last place I would have thought of,” Darcy calls out. Steve hears a soft splash, her feet beginning to descend the stairs into the water.

“It’s soundproof,” Steve calls back, waving a hand at the skylights above that provide an expansive view of the night sky. “You can see the fireworks from here, but you can’t hear a single pop.”

“Ahh, suddenly it all makes sense.” The splashes grow closer, and Darcy paddles around the side of the float, coming into view. She’s got on a simple black tank bathing suit, hair a combination of slicked down and puffy frizz from the water that’s been splashed into it, and she looks absolutely delightful to Steve. “Hi,” she says as she props her arms and her chin on the side of the float.

“Hi.”

“Feeling better out here?”

“Much. It’s peaceful.”

“That’s an understatement. Thor, Clint, and Bucky are attempting feats of strength outside. Sam’s got the camera.”

“Can’t wait to see that tomorrow morning,” Steve grins. “Wanna come up here?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

It’s not exactly graceful, more like a mild comedy routine, but between the two of them they manage to get Darcy onto the float and she curls up against Steve, all slick, damp skin that warms up against his. “How are you so warm?” she mutters, draping her bare legs over his to soak up as much heat as she can.

He drops an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in even closer. “It’s the serum. The higher metabolism makes me run hotter.”

Darcy glances up at him, lips pursed into the slightest frown. “…that’s a decidedly unromantic answer.”

Steve just laughs. “How about…cursed by one of the fairy folk to always have fire in my blood? That sounds like something my ma would have said.”

She nods firmly, giving a smacking kiss to the pectoral nearest her. “I like it.”

Above them, the sky turns green and blue and gold from a silent firework going off beyond the skylights, turning the dim lighting in the pool room into a shower of multicolored stars that float around them. It’s something that’s near magical, and with what Steve’s world has become, he’s a little more inclined to believe in magic these days than he ever was.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” Darcy whispers against his skin, “I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” Steve replies, as more fireworks light up the sky.

[stargazer-sims]

Parenting

(I’m beginning to wonder if it ever rains in Chestnut Ridge)

On yet another beautiful sunny day, the whole family was out enjoying the fresh air.

Storm: Guess what? Victor said we’re going to explore the canyon tomorrow. Also, he said something about visiting the next farm down the road. Apparently they have chickens.

Mage: What’s a chicken?

Treasure: It’s a bird. Girl chickens lay eggs, and boy chickens wake humans up in the morning.

Mage: Oh! But we don’t need da boy chickens for dat. We gots Spot! He screams da loudest!

Treasure: Spot does make a lot of noise in the morning.

Mage: And me too!

Storm: *amused* Yeah, we all hear you screaming for milk.

Mage: ‘cause I like da milk.

Storm: What are you going to do tomorrow, Treasure? Is Yuri just going to turn you out into the paddock again?

Treasure: *deep breath* No. I’m going to practice jumping tomorrow.

Storm: Really? Are you sure that’s a good idea? Don’t you think it’s too soon?

Mage: Too soon after what?

Storm: Too soon after bringing you into the world, little man.

Treasure: I overheard the vet telling Yuri I can do it. Besides, I feel ready. I need to run and stretch my legs. I can’t spend any more time corralled in that paddock. It’s getting tedious.

Mage: I jump too!

Treasure: You can come and watch.

Storm: Some day you’ll be able to jump over fences, Mage. You’re too little right now, but you can try it when you’re older.

Mage: Tomorrow?

Storm: No. Maybe a little older than you’ll be tomorrow.

Mage: Oh.

Storm: Hey, where do you think you’re going?

Mage: Runnin’ away.

Storm: Why?

Mage: ‘Cause I sad.

Storm: Why are you sad?

Mage: ‘Cause I wanna jump.

Treasure: I think you should stay here with us, Mage.

Mage: No! I runnin’ away.

Treasure: All right. If you insist, but don’t go anywhere where Daddy and I can’t see you.

Mage: ‘Kay.

Storm: You think he’ll be okay?

Treasure: I can see him. He’s fine. He’ll come back when he realizes running away isn’t having the effect he imagined it would.

Storm: You mean, that we’d give in and let him jump?

Treasure: Yes.

Storm: Maybe you could let him try, though. Like, maybe he could learn to jump over a leaf or a tiny rock or something? Y’know, something safe, but he could feel good about himself for doing it.

Treasure: Maybe. That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

Storm: Sometimes I have smart thoughts like that.

Treasure: I think you have a lot more ‘smart thoughts’ than you give yourself credit for.

Storm: That’s a compliment, right?

Treasure: *amused* Yes, it is.

Storm: ♥️

[osaevsky]

So, yk how you said that life is using me as a punching bag?! You got it right!

After continously switching between social media, trying to avoid shit I didn’t want to see, I focused on things I had pending out. I waa out of my house, on a friends house — when I left, I stood outside waiting for my dad to pick me up. Guess what? It rained heavily, and it was cold AS FUCK. Imagine me dripping wet from the rain with the cold wind lmao

Anyways. I returned home, got dried, changed into comfortable clothings. Went back to my social media and first thing I see is some of my mutuals tagging one another gushing over my celebrity crushes and being whole ass explicit on how they would fuck and go down on them. My stomach was doing backflips and I was already like this LMAOOO BC I ALREADY HAD ENOUGH OF IT

I tried to ignore that, chatted with a new mutual and others, and of course talked with you too to have some fun. I sat my ass to finish organising some things for the things I have to work with and study — my back hurted awfully but I spent 3 dreadful hours doing what I had to do.

Then when I wanted to use the lift because I had to go to the main hall for something, NONE OF THE TWO FUCKING ELEVATORS WERE WORKING. I had to walk up and down 8 FLOORS. I nearly pass out when I returned back to my apartment, I was agitated and my legs hurt so my parents had to sit me down to take deep breaths and chill lmao

I ate dinner, went to bed and watched a 90s movie. Its 4 am here and I don’t feel fully sleepy yet so since its weekend even if I still have things to do tomorrow, I will use this quiet moment to have my own "me time" before coping with reality.

Guess what?

Power ran out at 4am. My windows are now fully open so I can have some windy breeze because its fucking hot in here. GOD CAN’T KEPT GETTING AWAY WITH IT.

I have mobile data so I will still stay up to do my things before sleeping because im stressed. I hope the power returns in the morning so I can pretend today never happened. I will pretend this day never happened so badly that in a short time whenever I remember something that happened today, I won’t know if it was a fever dream or a real day lmao

Your life sounds like a tragicomedy at this point 😭😭

It also rained here where I live, I thought I was the only one. Luckily I didn't have to go anywhere and I stayed at my house pulling an all nighter while it did

Idk what's worse, seeing stuff you don't wanna see about your celeb crush or seeing a mutual talk about it. Feels like some sort of betrayal at that point when it really isn't because they're in their right to do so but boy do I feel jealous 💀

Also not them being explicit about it IM SO SORRY- 😭😭😭

Idk how many times the power has run out in your apartment but it's concerning. especially if you're having a heat wave of some sort like I saw you mentioning a few days ago, idk if you can get it checked with your community or anything but you better do

I would be doing the same as you tbh there are some days in my life that are just so bad that they cross the line of being realistic anymore I would prefer to ignore their existence instead of trying to pretend that day didn't make me want to kms LMFAOO

[blondrichclosetwitch]

“How can he tell a good act from the bad? He can't even remember his name.”

You hear through the walls in this place

To give up the ghost from my room in my fugitive motel:

“Give me wings”

But everyone knows. (Skipped again)

Don’t hide anything, not anymore

Sorry officer, the radio was blowing my mind

“Say it like I was right in the room there.”

Your nervous throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook

You had yourself a crazy lover becoming froze trying hard to forget her

Cutting out talking

Short to long distance

At home on a boat, at home, it’s a fish trap

“Did you think that it’s just a game? Not on your own, so please, hold back the rain.”

Otherwise known as the Horrifying Labyrinth of being a pawn in a PsychicSexualFanFic live stream, and good luck on getting your autonomy back, so you better think twice before you reach for the lube my friend

You could stay within these walls and bleed

We’ll be strangers if we see this through

But here comes the fall

On top of the sky is a place that you go if you’ve done nothing wrong

Down in the ground is where you go if you’ve been a bad boy

(And now workin on leavin the livin is playing with the lyrics “in heaven everything is fine”)

You’ve been starring in my dreams (just had a dream about you while I was early morning napping from my horrible night of sleep)

Look for me, look for me

Drawn up all my findings and I warn you that they’re candid

This happy hour has got us by the balls

Do you feel ashamed? when you hear my name

“And what about the band?”(in French, bande means group of friends, aka you’re in the band)

“They’re all having babies”

and then in the middle it started playing 5 years so I’m guessing there’s a tape I’m supposed to go transcribe

Lay my head on the hood of your car, take it too far

I never thought about love when I thought about home

The floors are falling out from everybody I know

It’s enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy

Don’t worry, Baby

Cruisin in the ATL

Fire suites are made up of 4 main components

An 8-car crash

The spell has been broken; I loved you so. There’s no place left to hide. There’s no greater power than the power of goodbye; learn to say goodbye.

Why don’t we slip away

They think they’re on tv

Tomorrow morning she’s just another hit and run

How can I care when it’s the caring that’s killing me?

The secrets fading through the back of my mind

Well the stakes of the game seems fine until you lost

My treatment has been changed. The results are good. What does that mean? I can’t write anymore. I am sitting on the floor. The days are getting a bit longer as I get weaker. The light gets stronger.

The criminals chat

I toured a labyrinth to your lap

There I stand

foot in hand

talking to my wall

I’m not quite right at all 

Am I?

They give me five years.

Five years.

It’s my turn.

#12 L’Enfant

I don’t wanna die

Four Eight Twelve

So I went to your room and read your diary

“Watching grunge, leg drop, new Jakk “

Honey honey not next to me

in the Doldrums waiting For me

Even if he wanted to

Even if he Wanted to

Do you think he’d come back? Oh no oh no

It’s chaos but it works

Even the sex couldn’t make up for all the rest

Don’t ever dwell on the past

[mountmasxn]

Bargains and Jet Skis

just a little something because I woke up thinking about holiday mase

As you woke up you felt light kisses being pressed all over your face and fingertips softly running up and down your side. You smiled as you felt your boyfriend chuckle, knowing that he had succeeded in wakening you up, despite the fact that he himself only woke up 3 minutes ago. 

‘You couldn’t just let me sleep in could you?’ you teased him, although your eyes remained closed. ‘Nope’ you could hear the smile in his voice as he emphasise the ‘p’. You snuggled in closer to him, feeling the thin white sheet fall slightly as you hooked you leg over his in an attempt to trap him on the bed so the two of you could sleep a bit longer. 

Your plane landed late last night and by the time you had ordered room service and christened the bed it was the early hours of the morning. In your head you had planned to spent the first day of your holiday in bed, together, relaxing before you would spend the next week exploring Bali. But your boyfriend had other ideas.

‘Come on, I wanna spend the day at the beach. We can swim in the ocean together and maybe we could see about renting a jet ski and you could wear that new bikini you showed me the other day!’ Mason listed all the things we wanted to today as you opened your eyes just to see the glint in his eye and cheeky smile as he mentioned the royal blue two piece that you had bought for this holiday.

You grinned and thought about, weighing up your options; a day in bed with your boyfriend with very little clothes or, day at the beach with your boyfriend with very little clothes. 

You realised both options had their benefits but you chose to give in to Mason’s idea of a beach day because you knew that he would be too restless to spend the entire day in bed and the two of you would eventually end up at the beach anyway. 

So that’s how you found yourself laying on a sun lounger on a semi-private part of the beach, with Mason beside you soaking up the sun. You were deep into the book you had brought with you went you heard Mason shuffle and give a quick ‘be back in a minute’ as he squeezed you leg when he got up. You simply nodded figuring he would be going to the bar to get the pair of you a drink since the cocktail you had been sipping over was nearly finished. 

But to your surprise, Mason returned to you 10 minutes later sporting a small life jacket, holding another in his hand while jingling a set of keys in the other hand. You sighed as you set your book down and moved your sunglasses to the top of your head to hold your hair back.

‘Told you we could get a jet ski’ Mason smiled and moved to sit at the end of your lounger as you sat up and crossed your legs. 

‘You’re not getting me on one of those things, what if I fall off into the water and I don’t know a shark eats me or something...’ Mason let you ramble while shaking his head and laughing. ‘Baby, I don’t think a shark will eat you. In fact I don’t even think there are sharks in this part of the water.’ He moved up closer to you placing his hand on your knee and squeezing it to reassure you. 

‘I’ll not let you fall off, and even if you do, which you won’t, I’ll protect you.’ You nodded an okay as you hugged Mason’s arm that was leaning on your leg. ‘Fine but you owe me’ you smirked, ‘If I survive this then we get to do what ever I want tomorrow and you have to give me a back massage tonight when we get back to the room.’

Mason squeezed your leg again and leaned into kiss you, ‘If you wanted me to feel you up you could have just asked, you didn’t have to bargain’ he mumbled against your lips in an effort to tease you. 

You scoffed and jumped up from your sun lounger and grabbing the life jacket that Mason had brought you. ‘Well come on then, the sooner we get this done the sooner I can get my massage.’ You said as you placed the life jacket on you and began to walk away. But not before you felt a smack against your bum and looked round to see a smirking Mason chasing after you.

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[sinner-as-saint]

Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help. 

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat. 

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him. 

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out. 

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either. 

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you. 

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end. 

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep. 

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work. 

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that. 

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly. 

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all. 

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did. 

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.” 

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company. 

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered. 

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel. 

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning. 

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in. 

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways. 

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck. 

“I know.” 

-

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable. 

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right. 

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing. 

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down. 

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar. 

-

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him. 

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot. 

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you. 

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back. 

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off. 

-

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly. 

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips. 

He smiled. “Yeah, why?” 

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.” 

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?” 

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?” 

He was quiet. 

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows. 

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up. 

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent. 

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still. 

“Do you not wanna go?” 

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.” 

“Then what’s the issue?” 

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.” 

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?” 

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?” 

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.” 

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before. 

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.” 

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…” 

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.” 

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes. 

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled. 

“When do you leave?” You asked. 

“Tomorrow, perhaps.” 

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply. 

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside. 

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him. 

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. 

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush. 

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.” 

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock. 

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely. 

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. 

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.  

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.” 

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. 

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?” 

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…” 

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him. 

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.” 

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.” 

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”

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Mending & Amends

(Graduation Gift Part 4)

Summary: the fourth installment of my graduation gift series (can be found on my masterlist). This picks up literally seconds after the end of pt 3 with Natasha trying to find ways to make amends and get you to trust her again. No smut, but still not appropriate.

A/N: author’s note WC: 3k (holy heck)

CW: dark fic; mommy!nat; there is no porn, I repeat no porn; but there is mommy milk/breastfeeding; reader is injured; dubcon existence; 18+ only, do you hear me??

While you’re out, Natasha has time to tend to your injuries without you cowering and crying. Without all the guilt.

She picks your limp form up gently and brings you back out to the basement proper and lays you face-down on the bed-crib. She goes to get some medical supplies and cleans you up, then bandages the open bits and rubs some healing salve all over you. With only a few strikes having landed on your core, she’s satisfied with rubbing some of the salve there.

She gets you to drink some water from a bottle in your sleep, your natural instincts she’s been nurturing taking over. She checks your temperature, a solid 99, which isn’t too bad. She wipes the sweat and tear-tracks from your face, then brushes your hair out again. She lays down beside you and drapes an arm over your waist, burying her face into the back of your neck as she tries to think of what she’ll do when you wake up.

An idea forms slowly as she runs her hand along your waist. Yes, that will work. You might not like it at first, but it will work if she bears through it. She’s not sure how much of the fear and pain on your face she can handle, but she needs to.

She moves you off the bed to make it up nice, then sets you down gently, face down. Whenever you’re healed up you’ll be able to lay on your back, but right now that’s not possible. She ties your hands and feet to frame corners with plenty of slack—she wants you to be able to move.

Finally, she reluctantly removes your collar, biting her lip as she does so. It looked so precious on you, a symbol of the progress of your relationship. All gone now, thanks to her paranoia and overreaction. As much as she doesn’t want to remove it, it’s not right to keep it on if it speaks a lie.

Then she waits for you to come to. It shouldn’t be much longer now, maybe another half hour or so. She sits in the rocking chair in the corner, anxiously bouncing her leg. She needs to get herself under control before you wake. She knows her little baby needs for her to be the collected, caring, soothing mommy right now, and that you will for some time.

You mumble a little as you begin to stir, picking your head up a little. She takes a deep breath and smiles before going over and crouching down to look at your face while she gently tucks your hair back.

“Hey baby,” she says softly. “How’s my little sleepyhead feeling?” she asks. You whimper and inch away from her.

“D-don’ touch me,” you stammer.

“It’s okay baby, mommy isn’t gonna hurt you,” she says.

She sits down beside you. “I am so so sorry about what I did earlier. I was scared you were gonna try to leave me and get hurt. It’s a nasty drop from that window. But I didn’t take the time to think past my initial reaction or ask you, and that was wrong. I overreacted out of fear and anger without stopping to think, and I’m so sorry, little one. I never should have done that,” she says, tears brimming in her eyes. You turn your head to look up at her, eyes searching hers for any sign of ingenuity. You find only regret and sadness.

“You mean it?” you ask softly.

“Yes baby,” she says. “And mommy promises never to punish you without talking first or before taking some deep breaths, okay?” she says.

“Pinky promise?” you ask.

“Pinky promise,” she sticks out her pinky to hook with yours. She’s thrilled that you’re already starting to be a bit little again. As you move to interlock with her, you notice the restraints.

“Wait, what?” all traces of your headspace are gone as you jerk up to look around at your tied limbs. “What the hell?”

“Baby, it’s to keep you safe. See? They’re not tight or anything,” she tugs on all the loose rope.

“This is insane! All of this is insane!” you shout at her for the first time in weeks. It breaks her heart even more.

“I told you, mommy’s gonna fix what she did. Mommy’s gonna show you you can trust me again, gonna take care of you, of everything. Make it so this collar means something again,” she taps it on the bedside table, just out of your reach. You bury your face in your pillow and sob.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby. Mommy’s here. Mommy’s gonna make it all better,” she curls up beside you and puts an arm over you again. Despite how upset you are, you lean into it, wanting the physical comfort you associate with her.

“How’s your bottom?” she asks.

“Hurts,” you mumble.

“Do you think some Advil might help?” she asks. You nod and she gets up briefly to go get it. “Here you go, baby,” you tilt your head up and she puts the pills in, then grabs your bottle of water. You roll your eyes but suck on it to get the water to wash the pills down. You nod a thank you.

“Are you hungry?” she asks. You nod. “What do you want? I’ll even go drive through somewhere if that will help,” she says. You think for a moment.

“McDonalds?” you ask hopefully. She nods and smooths your hair back.

“McDonalds will be here soon,” she assures you. “Mommy has to go see a friend, too, so it works out. I’ll be back in half an hour or so, okay?” she says. You nod.

She kisses your head, which you recoil from, and leaves. You’re left alone to lay face-down on the crib-bed, restrained and in pain, until she returns. It’s silent. It’s lonely. You’ve grown used to either having Natasha or the sounds of the TV running since you came down here.

You think back to this morning. Everything was so different. You honestly trusted her this morning, even if it wasn’t the strongest trust. But this afternoon reminded you that she was an unstable, dangerous, paranoid lunatic. And it scared you.

Truth be told, you’ve grown to like being “little,” as Natasha calls it, letting yourself stop thinking too much and trust your mommy—Natasha, you correct yourself—to take care of you. You liked playing with her and cuddling. And when she touched you, it felt so good. So much better than when you had touched yourself. You felt loved and cared for in some twisted way.

But that was all in the past, now. You’d been doing so well, both of you, and now this. How does she expect you to trust her again? You’re not sure. You turn your head and close your eyes.

—

“You’re sure this will work, Wan?” Natasha asks her friend anxiously as she pulls her shirt back on. The red glow around her is fading. Her bra feels painfully tight and she winces.

“I’m positive. It worked for me, and especially given that you told me it’s happened before with those meds. If not tonight, by tomorrow for sure. And here’s these,” she hands Natasha a package. “They’ll be much more comfortable.”

“Thanks, Wanda. I don’t know what I’d do without you, in all honesty,” she says. Wanda smiles and hugs her.

“I could say the same to you,” she smiles. “Go on, get back to your little one,” she shoos her playfully. Natasha waves and leaves, then drives by McDonalds as promised. She’s back in a little over half an hour to see you dozing. It warms her heart to see her precious baby sleeping.

“Come on, little one, mommy brought your food,” she says, shaking you gently. You open your eyes and push yourself up off of the bed some. “Let’s get you comfy,” she helps you find a position that isn’t too uncomfortable for your aching rear, then hands you your food. “What do we say?” she asks.

“Thank you,” you say with a french fry in your mouth. She smiles. The mommy will come back later. She won’t push it for tonight.

“Do you wanna watch some cartoons?” she asks. They always engross you and help you into your littlespace. You nod and she flicks through the TV until she finds one she knows you like.

You both eat in relative silence, watching the TV. At least you’re not trying to cower anymore. That’s good, right? Progress? She hopes so.

“I’m gonna use the potty,” she tells you, then gets up. You don’t notice her bring the package with her as does.

When she returns, you notice something different about her, but you can’t tell what. It’s a small difference, then. Maybe she just fixed her hair. She’s smiling though.

You’re finished with your food soon enough, and the show ends shortly after.

“Let’s get you in the bath now baby, hm?” she suggests. You feel gross anyways, so you nod. She unties you and scoops you up in her arms.

“Let me down!” you squirm.

“Hush now, like mommy told you, I’m gonna take care of everything. Gonna show you you can trust me again,” she says. You squirm all the way to the bathroom anyways. She sets you down on the toilet facing the wall, almost straddling it.

“Huh?” you ask.

“It’s less pressure on your little bottom,” she explains. You nod and use the toilet while she gets the tub ready, but when you go to get some toilet paper, Natasha beats you to it. “I’ve got it, baby,” she says, wiping your tender area gently. You wince and try to get away from her.

“Stop it, I’m not a baby!” you try to grab her hand and move it, but she stays still, unmoving.

“Come on, little one. I know you’re in there. I know you want to let mommy take care of you,” she says. You shake your head. “Baby, this is about me proving to you that you can trust me to take care of you,” her voice is even. “I want you to choose to let me prove it to you. That’s why I haven’t given you any of the medicine I used to. But that doesn’t mean I won’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to believe how much I care about you again,” she says.

“But—“ you don’t know what you were planning on saying. “But I wanna do it myself. I can do it myself,” your voice is quiet as you lose your grip on her wrist, barely audible.

“That’s the thing, precious,” she steps closer to you, finishing her task and then using her other hand to pet your head. “I know you can do it. But you don’t have to. That’s why I’m here,” she says. You groan and lean forward on the toilet tank. “Come on, you’ll feel better when you’re clean,” she picks you up and sets you in the tub, then flushes the toilet.

You sigh and let her bathe you. Your body is too sore from getting dragged and caned to wash yourself that effectively anyways. When she gets to your most sensitive areas though, you squirm away from her and reach for the soap.

“It’s too sore. I wanna wash it myself,” you say quietly.

“I’m gonna be so careful, you won’t even notice,” she gently moved your hand away and got the soap again. Tears brimmed in your eyes and your bottom lip started to form a pout. “No, baby, don’t cry,” she gasps, petting your cheek. “Tell mommy what’s going on,” she says.

“I’m scared,” you say. “I don’t want you to touch it because you hurt me,” you say. Her heart breaks again.

“Okay, sweetie, how about this: we can do it together,” she takes your hand and puts it over hers, then begins to wash you gentler than ever. Your breathing hitches and your heart kicks up, but it’s over before it can go into full-blown panic.

“All done. You did such a good job, little one,” she praises you. “Ready to get out, or do you want to play in the water some?” she asks.

“Ready to get out,” you say. She picks you up out of the bath and dries you off with a soft towel before taking you out to the bed. She pulls on a soft shirt, leaving your bottom half uncovered so as not to irritate it. She changes into the spare pjs she keeps down here and crawls into bed beside you. You don’t welcome or recoil from her touch, which she’ll take as progress.

Her chest is still dully aching, but she knows she’s pushed you far enough for tonight. Maybe tomorrow she’ll be able to coax you into it.

—

When day comes again, Natasha is treating you the way she did when she first brought you down here, only with gentleness and tenderness where there was hardness and strictness before. The lack of the sedative drugs in your system makes it more difficult, but she’s able to maneuver your squirming form through the daily ritual of getting up, using the toilet, getting dressed, brushing your hair and teeth, and finally breakfast. Whenever she can, she has you laying on your stomach on the bed, and this is one thing you don’t protest.

You notice her shifting in discomfort the whole morning though, and despite how much you dislike her at the moment, you hate to see her in pain. You work up the courage to ask after a while of watching cartoons.

“Are you hurt?” you ask.

“I… well, I have a side effect from a treatment I had done that’s causing me discomfort,” she admits.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “That sucks.”

“There’s a way you can help me,” she says, sounding more timid than you’ve heard her maybe ever before.

“What is it?” you ask. To your confusion, she started to unbutton her shirt, and then she unclips her bra, but from the top? What?

“Huh?” you blurt out.

“I’m lactating,” she says simply, squeezing her nipple a little, causing a drop of what can only be breast milk to come of it.

“I—what do you want me to do about it?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“They hurt because they’re too full,” she explains. “And it would be really helpful if you would, well… empty them. I don’t have a breast pump, of course,” she says.

“Wait, like, you want me to—to drink your milk?” you’re turning bright red. Even after everything you’ve done with her, you’re almost unbearably embarrassed.

“Yes, baby, it would really help me, plus I think that you’ll like it. And it could help us…feel closer,” she chooses her words carefully, gauging your reaction.

“It’s kinda weirding me out,” you say honestly.

“Just try it, please, baby? It’ll help me feel so much better. And I promise, if you hate it after a little while then I’ll get a pump,” she crosses her fingers behind her back.

“I… okay,” you say. This whole situation is so absurd you can hardly bother trying to resist it. She smiles and adjusts the both of you to where you can reach her breast.

It’s not like you haven’t had her tits in your mouth before. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous right now. Natasha gently puts a hand on the back of your head and pushes you a little closer. You wrap your mouth around her nipple hesitantly, unsure of what to do.

“It’s like your bottle, sweetheart,” she senses your confusion. You tentatively begin sucking, and you’re surprised by the flow of milk into your mouth. You jerk back, but Natasha keeps your head in place, groaning in relief.

When the initial shock wears off, you realize she was right—you do like it. It’s warm and sweet, and the sucking action soothes you. You relax a little.

“That’s a good baby for mommy,” Natasha says gently, stroking your head with her thumb on the hand supporting you. “Do you like mommy’s milkies?” she asks. You nod, slipping into littlespace quickly as you drink from her. “Is it yummy?” she asks out of her own curiosity. You nod, not wanting to stop to answer. She chuckles. “It’s all yours, little one.”

She moves you to her other breast when you’ve finished, looking down and noticing that her other one is indeed smaller, and it certainly feels better now. You clutch at her gently to get a good angle, and her heart swells. She’s so glad this worked, but then again, Wanda’s advice has yet to fail her, so she shouldn’t be surprised.

When you finish, your eyelids are droopy and you nuzzle into her willingly, a rarity even before she fucked everything up. She pets you gently.

“Sleepy, little one?” she asks you softly. You nod. “Want a nap?” she asks. You nod again. Between your body being exhausted already and the soothing effects of her milk, she’s not surprised you’re already tired even though you’ve only been awake for a few hours. “Let mommy check your bottom, okay?” she turns you on your tummy. You’re healing nicely. “Do you want a blankie? I think it won’t hurt,” she says. You nod and she covers you with a blanket.

“Mommy stay,” you say when she gets up. And how is she supposed to argue with that? The answer is, she isn’t, so after she turns the lights off, he curls up next to you and holds you close.

“Mommy’s here, little one,” she assures you, finding your favorite stuffie and handing it to you. “Mommy will always be here, don’t you worry.”

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Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

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Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

~

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”