justathickblackgirl

[justathickblackgirl]

[justathickblackgirl]

yandere izuku midoriya mirror sex ??? [ if you haven’t already ] i’m in love with your content. ❤️

oohhhh i normally don't do requests but... this is so good. this is such a good request bc yandere!izuku been on my mind for a HOT minute.

wc: 1.2k

tw: non/dubcon, choking, squirting, mirror “sex” (heavy petting), fingering

you didn't want to be here. that was the simple truth of it. you weren't sure how izuku had managed to get you into his apartment. maybe it was because he was the top hero, or because some part of you still salivated over his build even after the multitudes of frightening texts he'd sent you after your first (and last) date. still, here you were in front of the full body mirror that rests against the wall opposite his bed, sitting on the floor between izuku's legs with your own spread open and on display, his big hand rubbing gentle circles into your clit.

it was embarrassing, the way he kept his eyes glued on your cunt through the mirror, licking at his lips slowly while he watched the way you'd twitch each time he hit the hyper-sensitive bud just right. your hands were shaking, placed on top on his thighs with a feather light touch, lips pressed into a tight line as you tried to quell the little whimpers that forced their way from your throat. 

“see, i told you it would feel good.” izuku spoke, low and into your ear. “what’s wrong? not gonna make any noise for me?”

you shook your head, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he took a finger and teased your cunt, pushing into the entrance slightly before dragging his slick coated finger back to your clit. 

“you don’t like it? your pussy says otherwise.” he chuckled, head dipping down so his lips rested just below your ear. “you’re practically dripping...” 

izuku’s lips kissed the base of your neck before he slipped one thick finger past the tight ring of your cunt, insisting that he’ll give you a little more. he curled his finger upward, growing frustrated as you remained silent through each calculated movement. his free hand moved to your neck, tilting your head so you could see yourself, see the way you slut your cunt out for him. 

“you have any idea how long i’ve been waiting for this?” he murmurs, the hand around your throat beginning to squeeze a little too tight for comfort. “n now you’re not even gonna say anything? 

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, eyes locking with his as he slipped a second finger into you and pumped in and out of you more roughly. then you gasped, a low whine that started in the pit of your stomach when he brought his thumb to your clit. 

“there it is.” izuku’s hand dropped from your throat, making it’s way to your exposed chest as he brought his lips back to your neck, maintaining eye contact. “good girl. you like it here, huh?” 

you’re making eye contact with him in the mirror, afraid that if you look away, he’ll punish you. even if you didn’t necessarily want this, you wanted punishment less, and fighting the bubbling pleasure in your stomach was already hard enough as it was. you could see his fingers disappearing into you, curling inside of your cunt into the spongey spot that made your stomach turn over. 

the noise your pussy was making, sinful and wet in the quiet of the room, made you all the more embarrassed, heat pushing it’s way onto your face as small gasps broke through your lips. it was so quiet save for izuku’s low breathing in your ear and the sound of your weeping cunt with his fingers buried to the knuckles in it. you hated to admit it, but his fingers felt incredible. they were thick and long, reaching places inside of you that no one had before and– even against your better judgement– it made you wonder what the bulge pressing into your lower back would feel like if he buried it inside of you. 

“getting louder now, yeah?” he teased, picking up his pace inside of you. your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and a strangled cry tumbling from your lips. then, izuku’s thick hand was on your face, pinching your cheeks together as he jerked your head forward. “watch. don’t want this to go to waste. i want you to watch me turn you into a mess. would you like that, pretty?” 

you couldn’t say no, not with his fingers digging into your cheeks so hard it hurt. izuku’s voice was gentle, typical of the number one hero, but so threatening. it was mean, the way he was talking to you, knowing that you couldn’t fight him off and knowing that you were losing your will to try; at the mercy of his adept fingers. 

if you couldn’t get away, you figured you could give in. izuku liked you, that much was more than clear. in fact, with the way he kept his eyes trained on yours, it seemed he was obsessed with you. izuku was obsessed with the fight in your eyes, the way it melted from your face with each curl and the little mumbles that fell from your lips in time with his ministrations. 

“y’gonna cum?” he asked, biting your neck, hand still holding your cheeks. “i think you are. you can’t hide it from me, i can feel it.” 

he wasn’t wrong. you were climbing towards a blinding high, breathing picking up as you struggled to break your head free from his grasp. 

“you’re gonna watch. you’re gonna watch me make you cum, okay?” it wasn’t a question, more of a command and laced with a dark underlying tone. “i know how to treat you, right? i’m so good to you, aren’t i? giving you my fingers even after you denied me for so long.” 

izuku pulled you back against his body, rutting his hard cock against your lower back while he fucked his fingers into you harder. fuck, you were climbing so fast, breath hitching in your throat as you teetered on the edge. 

“cum. god, please fucking cum. say my name when you do it.” he commanded. “wanna hear you tell me who makes you feel so good. it’s me, isn’t it? fucking tell me.” 

“i-it’s you.” you choked out, mouth falling open as you reached your climax with a roll of your hips into his fingers. “fuck, izuku. m’c-cumming.” 

izuku’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment when you came before they shot back to your face, watching his name tumble from your lips as you unravelled. you were rolling your hips into his hand now, putty in his grasp as he completely broke you down. he thought it was cute that you didn’t have a very strong will. and it was worth the wait, all those months spent trying to earn your trust, just so he could treat you how you deserved; because watching you cum on his fingers, tight cunt clamping down around them as he fucked you through it, was beyond his wildest dreams. 

his eyes were fixed on yours so intently, even as you started gushing around him, crying out that it was too much. his fingers? too much? you’re so cute. 

“fuck, there you go.” he groaned beside your ear. “you’re so good for me, yeah? letting me treat you well.” 

[justathickblackgirl]

THE HOLD THIS PIC HAS ON ME IS LETHAL

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, mentions of overstimulation, Bucky spoiling his girl.

A/N: We're still on vacation 😌. Written on my phone.

Picture credit@rainbowkisses31 and divider credit @maysdigitalarts

|Masterlist|Mafia Masterlist|Vacation w/ Bucky |

A warm breeze floats through the open window, filling the room with the crisp scents of citrus and fresh rain. The sounds of waterfalls near the villa meld with the melodic birds chirping near the trees outside.

Bucky slices through his fruit, the juices bursting across his ring-adorned hand. Taking a bite, he glances at his watch, the sleek platinum second-hand tick tick ticking away.

A little after eleven.

Blue eyes land on your sleeping body, studying you with pride. He chuckles softly, taking another bite, wiping his lip with his thumb.

An hour of edging nearly broke you, but his apology for denying his sweet girl, using his mouth, fingers, and cock to give you all the pleasure your pretty body could handle, well, that shattered you.

Bucky takes advantage of your exhausted state to finish a few calls and make sure that his second in command had everything under control.

The mafia boss rarely takes vacations, but you wanted a tropical getaway and he can never tell you no. Unless it’s denying you orgasms because you sound so pretty when you beg him.

Now he’s waiting for you to wake up so you can explore the island. His hired staff works so efficiently, quietly-it feels as if it’s just the two of you.

You stir, moaning softly. The white sheets twist around your bare legs as you wake up. Rubbing your bleary eyes with your palms, you sit up, immediately feeling sore-like he’s still inside you. Not quite painful, it’s a good sort of ache that always follows one of your more intense sessions.

“доброе утро,” he says, a smile breaking across his face when you notice him sitting across the room.

“Morning Bucky.”

“You sore?” He asks, carving out another slice. You swallow as he eats the orange directly off of his knife. His lips curl into a knowing smirk.

“Yeah.”

“Lemme help you with that.” There’s an undercurrent of lust in his voice, it sinks in your belly spreading across you like an inferno.

You smile shyly, slipping out of bed. Padding over to him, he leans back in his chair, his tongue darts across his bottom lip as he drinks in your naked body.

Watching you get closer, his deep blue eyes roam possessively over you. You look thoroughly loved, a soft afterglow brightening your eyes, his marks littered across your skin. He decides to always keep you like this.

Spreading his thighs apart, he taps one with the tip of his blade. “Take your seat, kotenok.”

You straddle him, hissing through pursed lips at the feel of his soft trousers on your cunt. His body heat permeates the thin material and you inhale his rich cologne.

Bucky offers you a slice, slipping the sweet fruit between your lips. Running his knuckle down the column of your throat, he waits for you to swallow, to jostle his thigh. Your swollen, tender clit rolls over his corded muscle, sensations unfurl, and you fall on his chest. 

“Bucky,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he does it again.

“You wanna know what I have planned for you, kotenok?” he whispers in your ear, both of his large ring-covered hands cradle your ass, rolling your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

“Yesyesyes,” you cry out when he makes your hips grind down in a languid circle, tensing his thigh so you move over a ridge muscle. “Please.” Sliding your arms around his neck, you let him control your body.

“There ya go, sweet girl.” Bucky can feel you pulsating, your slick already drenching the expensive material.

“First you’re going to come all over me, and then we’re going to have breakfast on the veranda. Anything you want, kotehok.” Another steady roll of your hips in contrast to the way he’s rocking his leg up into your clit.

 “I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” A torrent of sensations builds inside you. “After you can walk straight, the rest of the day is up to you.”

“We can do anything you want, anything at all.”—you go limp as he continues to push you up and down his thigh, his deep, powerful voice in your ear. You’re getting close, panting as the immense pressure crests higher.—“Scuba diving, fuck under the waterfalls, horseback riding, we can take the yacht around the island so you can lay naked on the deck while I rub lotion on your pretty skin, go shopping on the mainland...” He trails off, brushing his lips across your shoulder.

Bucky lets go one hip to tilt your head back, his eyes piercing yours. “But first I need you to cum for me.” He drops his fingers to your clit and draws an intricate circle with his thumb, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm is abrupt and overwhelming, your mouth goes slack, unable to cry out, too engulfed in the pleasure wracking your body.

“Good girl, that's it,” he sighs, as you go taut in his hold. Pressing his forehead to yours, he keeps his gaze on you. “You’re in control during the day but at night you and this pretty little pussy are all mine.”

“So tell me kotenok what do you want to do? I'm all yours.”

[justathickblackgirl]

thinking of ushijima big rough hands kneading your boobs desperately while he has you pushed against a wall next to the sink. he couldn't resist himself when he saw you in that cute little apron of your tied tightly over your plump love handles that he can't help but squeeze ever so often while he has his 2 digits deep buried inside you. you're moaning his name as your face is buried in the crook of his neck while he hits your soft spot repeatedly, making you cum on his fingers for the third time tonight.

"ushi-ngh please I can't tak- aah"

"so gorgeous for me baby be a good girl and take me deep inside you okay? look at you cumming thrice even before i fuck you with my cock"

"just fuck me already"

"patience, my love"

[justathickblackgirl]

|| The Unexpected

Yandere Ushijima! x Chubby f!reader

Warnings : Obsessed Toshi, jealousy, forced sexual contact, forced orgasms, slightly OOC Ushijima, both reader and Ushijima are 18 y/o, (this is a forced lemon, please proceed with caution). Minors, please don’t interact.

"You act as if you do not recognize my feelings for you—I am in love with you, and graduation is almost here, meaning you'd be gone in a bit. However, I could not let that happen, letting you out of my grasp. You are mine, ____, I am here to claim you.”

Requested by; Anonymous

Please do not copy or rewrite my works without my permission. 🫥

"Ohhhh yeah! Graduation is nearly here, only a couple of days away!"

You were so excited, walking the halls of Shiratorizawa with your friend, also a volleyball player of the team. Shirabu, who was just as excited as you were, even if his calm demeanor didn't really express it, his smile said it all. You were nearly a straight A student, and having the opportunity to walk across that stage made you all the more excited, nearly cheering as you walked. "Yeah! I can't believe how fast these years went by. I also can't believe we won't be seeing each other, as much."

It was an understatement to say that you would be seeing them, as much as you do now, considering you're going out into adulthood to start your own lives. It bummed you out a little, in all honesty, but a quick smile pulled to your lips as you pat Shirabu on his back twice, for he was looking down a little saddened. You two always hang out so you could understand how he felt. "Don't worry, Shirabu! I'll make sure to keep in contact, with you and the others. I'll make sure to text you, at least fifty times a day!"

He could only smile, your bright personality always seeming to calm his nerves. A nod of his head showed that he was taking you seriously, knowing that you'd literally text him fifty times a day. Possibly even more, if you've got the time to do so. If you could add one more year to your high school education with him, you would honestly, if that meant you could still see him everyday but it is what it is.

You couldn't be in school forever, but you're really ready for college, having already made your choice. Since you were the manager of Shiratorizawa and a third year, this year was your last so you had a choice, and your choice was to attend a college. You didn't know where everyone on the team was going or what they've planned on doing after graduation, but you knew some like Ushijima would be staying in volleyball.

You honestly didn't know what Shirabu was planning on doing, so you looked at him, raising an eyebrow which made him turn to you with a confused expression and a hum of question. You weren't insulting him though, just really curious. "What are you doing after graduation, Shirabu? I don't think you've told me, honestly."

He looked at you for a moment, as if he was thinking just before his eyes went to the floor whilst answering your question. "Well, at first I didn't know, but I think I still want to play volleyball. I don't know what college I'll be going to though, but hopefully one with the best volleyball teams. A powerhouse team, just like our Shiratorizawa team was. It'd be awesome, if you could still be my college teams manager, though."

You lit up at the idea, but you had no clue as to which college he wanted to attend. It'd be awesome if you could be his manager, but it'd be different if the entire team was different, meaning you would have to meet an entire bunch of new people. Yes, you had to do that with Shiratorizawa, but they were more welcoming and open to you, which easily formed a bond with them.

If you tried being a manager with a college team, they may not be as nice, but it's just a thought. Plus, that's the same thought you had when you first became the manager of Shiratorizawa, thinking they wouldn't like you but honestly, they freaking loved you. None of them would shut up about you having to leave, well Ushijima didn't really seem to care, honestly. It bothered you a bit, however, you weren't going to tell him though.

You scratched that thought, returning your gaze to the bowl cut male, beside you. You realized you didn't reply to him, smiling to shake off your thought of Ushijima. Shirabu was really your bestfriend, so if he would miss you, then you were okay with everything else for now. Plus, you knew that everyone on the team was busying themselves with getting ready to leave the academy, so you didn't complain too much about it.

"Well Shirabu, we'll just have to see which college we'll be going to. I wouldn't mind being your manager, so I'll think about it! But, let's hurry, I know the team is waiting!"

"Yeah, right!" You two were on the way to the gym, as your team was doing one more team practice game, just before you were released into the real World. You of course wouldn't participate in the practice game, more like just cheer them on and enjoy your last game together, before your leaving.

Your grumpy old coach let you decide this, considering that when it came to you, he wasn't as explosive as he was with the guys. Everyone just all around adored you, as your calm demeanor and personality tended to sooth the tension between anyone, which they loved. It didn't matter how bad games gotten, even if that never really happened, you were always the one to say something to keep them going. You were the kind of manager to never lose hope on your team, no matter how many points you were behind, you'd always have something to say that would boost their confidence, bringing home the win.

It wasn't long before you two made it to the gym, the sound of shoes screeching on the floor sounding throughout the gym, and flowing into the hallway. You were so excited to see your team, since you didn't get to see them the other few days, as you were setting up the graduation ceremony. Some of it, at least. Your face lit of with a smile that was nearly brighter than the sun, seeing as your entire team turned to you with a smile, running at you which made you flinch a bit as they called out your name whilst charging at you. They looked so big, coming towards you...

"____!!!!"

All of them was running at you with open arms, causing you and Shirabu to freeze, your lips twitching thinking that you were about to get tackled to the ground. Well, they stopped once you all heard it. Heard him... you'd rather say...

"Hey! Sit your lazy asses down, and let ____ in the gym! For crying out loud, she just got here, give her some damn space!"

"Sorry Coach!"

You should've known your coach was going to say something, but it relived you that he did, considering your size compared to your teammates. They still proceeded to approach you, but more calmly this time, big smiles etched across their faces as you hugged all of them, one by one. Still though, Ushijima was the only one who didn't approach you, but you weren't really focused on that right now, just so you could catch up with your friends right here. You lastly hugged the little Goshiki, he always managed to brighten your day, and you really hoped he'd become the new Ace, of the team. He was that good, to you.

"Do you really have to go, ____?! I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"Okay Goshiki..."

You chuckled a bit, trying to calm him as he layed his head on your shoulder, both his arms around you which instinctively made your arms wrap around him, in return. You found him so cute, and his personality even cuter, considering that he always tried impressing you when he's playing, on the floor agaisnt other teams. You'd cheer for him, of course, but that didn't mean you didn't cheer for your other teammates.

He was so dramatic, with you, resting his head on your shoulder as he cried, real or fake you didn't know. You just chuckled, stroking his dark hair as his sobs only seemed to get louder, but you distracted yourself as you looked to another one of your teammates. His brownish orange hair catching your attention, you releasing the hold on Goshiki to hug Taichi as well.

"I'll be sure to visit you all, once I get settled into my college. Since I've already been accepted, y'know."

"Yeah totally, just make sure I'm the first one you visit."

"Nu uh, she's gonna visit me first!"

You could only smile as they tried debating on who'd you get to see first, who you honestly couldn't choose. However though, you always had an idea, one that you suggested to them almost immediately, smiling it out as you said it.

"Guys, how about my first week in college, we all get together and do something?! Or before the graduation ceremony, we could probably do a little get together, before we officially leave the academy?" They seemed to love the idea, all smiles appearing on each one of their faces, but one and that's Ushijima who decided to join the group, without you even noticing. He was quiet too, but he was listening in on everything you were saying with the team, and he wasn't really enjoying what he was hearing.

Low groans were coming from him, groans of disappointment and disapproval, but of course no one could hear them. His eyes were glazed over with slight anger, narrowed as he eyed you down, listening closely on what you were saying. He could feel the anger in his chest boiling, tightly straining the muscles in his arms, containing him from striking blows at something.

He didn't want anyone else hanging around you, but him and only him, that's why he was more quiet than usual. But once you glanced at him, you smiled and walked up to the taller male, his eyes softening as he looked down at your shorter figure, your arms extending to offer the male a hug. He doesn't give hugs, but to everyone and your surprise, he engulfed you in his arms, a genuine hug as he placed both hands on your back.

Considering the height difference, Ushijima had to bend down a bit, just to get a full embrace on your body. You melted into the hug though, but as it concluded, everyone was silent, more out of shock and surprise. For some reason however, the hug felt different... like something that you've never experienced before, but it was a good feeling. A feeling that you kind of didn't want to get rid of, a slight tint of pink ghosting over your cheeks, faintly.

His scent was causing your hold on his body to tighten, as he smelled of a bit of sweat and faint cologne, from an earlier time. You didn't want to seem weird or anything, so you tried releasing the embrace, but Ushijima wouldn't let go. Not yet, at least. You could hear the teasing words of your friends around you, and the gasps of some who were befuddled with the whole ordeal.

"Woooow, Ushiwaka! I never expected to see the day, you went soft for some girl." The red haired middle blocker, Satori Tendou, commented as his lanky body dramatically moved to insinuate his words. Your face was flushed blood red, by now, thinking the thumping of your heart could be felt on Ushijima's chest. He was so close as he held you flush agaisnt his body, which didn't sooth your nerves at all.

He did however loosen his hold on you and let you go, once he heard the voice of his bestfriend. You stood off to the side, patting the side of your thighs as your eyes trailed to your legs masked with black tights, then trailed to your feet to try and relieve the fast beats of your pulse, that was beating quickly with embarrassment. Ushijima stared at Tendou without a concern in the World, as what he just did to you was on purpose. He wanted everyone to see him do that, wanting everyone to know just who exactly you'd be giving your last and only hugs to. He wasn't going to speak on that though, only staring at Tendou with that usual bored look of his.

"____, isn't just some girl, Tendou."

His bland and short answer was to be expected, but it still made your heart pound agaisnt your ribcage. He was always this way so you were used to it, though everyone began to clear out as the two spoke, but with you still off to the side. You couldn't believe your friends, including Shirabu, left you in the middle of this conversation.

"You're right, she's a special girl. A really special girl, that I know you're soft for."

You didn't know if Ushijima was getting upset or not, but you began to slightly panick as Tendou proceeded to talk. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Ushijima being soft for you, but you didn't want him to get upset with that, as you don't really think that you're Ushijima's type. As bold as he is, he was possibly about to crush your self esteem, anyway. Standing between the two, you chuckled to try and brush off the conversation, averting your gaze between the two males. It's not like you were disappointed in Ushijima not liking you or whatever, you just didn't want to hear those kinds of words coming from his mouth. If you didn't know any better, you would probably say that Tendou is doing this on purpose, honestly.

"Hey guys, how about we just-"

"No, he is correct, ____," Ushijima looked down at you, his words penetrating your chest and causing a gasp to escape your parted lips, "You are indeed, a very special girl, to me."

"And it's unlike the great Ushiwaka to confess, something like this, wouldn't you agree too, ____?"

Honestly, you would and you did agree with that. Never have you ever heard him say something like this and hearing him say this to you, made it all the more unbelievable. It made you smile though, knowing that Ushijima did in fact care, to some extent which you didn't know how much but it was a good start. It may have started too late though, considering you're graduating in a few days. "I guess you're right, Tendou. Didn't think you'd be saying anything like that, about me, y'know."

Ushijima's deadpan facial expression was still unreadable, as he was looking down at you, but you weren't complaining about what he said. It was kinda nice actually, and you really appreciated what he said, since you thought that he didn't necessarily care for you? In the beginning. He's just so put together and private that you didn't know anything, so it was reasonable as to why you'd think that. He rarely even conversates with you anyway, so that's another reason you didn't think he was really interested in talking to you, or whatnot.

Whenever you two do talk though, he's always replying with the shortest statements, sending awkward tension between you two. At least you found those moments awkward, as you would always try engaging in a conversation with him, whenever you had a chance, but it gets shut down quickly. You were still his manager for now, though, but in your mind you would hope he considers you as his friend, as well. There was no telling what was going on in that mind of his, as he never exactly expressed himself, not to you at least. That's just who he is and you don't judge him for that, having accepted that when you first were introduced.

"Expect the unexpected, ____."

That was the last thing Ushijima said, just before he turned tails to proceed with team practice. You watched him walk away, gulping a bit as it nerved you for some reason, because you honestly wish he would sit down and converse with you sometimes like your other friends, on the team.

You weren't going to force him though, especially since you know that this is just how he is, and you didn't mind him being that way. If he didn't want want to open up and talk to you one on one, you honestly didn't mind, but you would at least like to know where he stands with you. Is he your friend, or what..? You didn't know that and you wanted to ask, but you were a little too shy when it came to being around Ushijima, by yourself. Just because he's... well, a little awkward and you didn't want to say or do anything that'll potentially make him upset, with you.

"Well right now, we should probably just practice and enjoy our time, before it's over. Y'know ____, just like he said, expect the unexpected." You narrowed your eyes at the red haired male, he shrugged as he began trailing over to the rest of the team. You just followed behind him, but your mind was so focused on what Ushijima said about you, but you weren't upset about it. It just surprised you, in all honesty as it was unexpected.

He's just never seemed interested in talking with you or anything, so you were curious if what he said was true or not. As usual, Ushijima's whole vibe was unreadable, but you also would think that he wasn't the type to joke like that. Seeming as he's always serious, well that's what it looks like. That was something you totally didn't expect, so you could agree with both their words... expect the unexpected.

You were super bummed that practice seemed to end fast, your teammates already leaving which kept you in the gym, as you always tended to clean up after matches. Everyone was tired so you didn't mind cleaning up by yourself, the silence making you feel at peace with yourself. It was nearly clean already, as you're currently taking down the net to place it back into the storage room, finishing it up easily by yourself.

The sound of shoes walking towards the exits notified you that you were alone, waving at your friends that were leaving. After this though, you'd have to finish helping set up the graduation ceremony, but you didn't mind it to be honest. Considering you've got the opportunity to walk across that stage and officially become an adult, it exicted you so much that you didn't mind helping set up everything for the ceremony. You were putting away the net and some volleyballs, along with the brooms you've used to clean up the gym. You were carrying them all at once, which made some fall from your hands, you having to put some down to get the ones that had fallen upon the floor. The only thing you could hear was yourself sighing, that's until you heard footsteps behind you followed by a deep voice, one that you recognize from your team.

"____."

Firstly you turned your head, setting eyes upon the source that called out your name. The tall olive haired male, Ushijima was in your presence once again, and alone which almost instantly caused you to become awkward. You began dropping everything, tripping over things, trying to calm yourself as your nerves went into overdrive, filling with unintentional tension. You kept saying sorry as you tried straightening your act up, but you didn't even realize that Ushijima found your actions cute. He wouldn't say that, however, continuing to stare at you with lightly tinted cheeks, both his hands balling into fists as he tried to contain himself. This was his moment, and he didn't know how to approach it, but he was thinking as he watched you.

One last object made you trip, falling on your bottom with your legs crossed, which embarrassed you. You sighed, just before helping yourself up knowing that he wouldn't, but it was okay. Using both your hands, you maneuvered your hands behind your back and down to your bottom, brushing off the little dirt and dust that managed its way on you as you fell. "Uh, I'm sorry about that! Hopefully, you can unsee that," A string of chuckles escaped you, awkward and embarrassed chuckles that Ushijima could easily catch onto but you proceeded to talk, questioning him. "Anyway, why are you still here? Everyone else already left, probably... twenty minutes ago."

"I am well aware of that, ____."

Instantly, your eyebrow arched up, confused and questioning him once again in your head. Everyone on the team was already gone except him, and you had no idea what else would make him stay. You clean up here by yourself nearly everyday, and the Ace has never stayed behind for you, as he was usually one of the first ones gone.

"Okay, then why are you still here?"

"Can I not stay behind, to accompany you, ____?"

It wasn't a bad idea, but you didn't like it for whatever reason. His bland facial expression always confuses you, leaving you bothered and concerned for whatever he was thinking. You just hoped you weren't upsetting the taller male, not knowing if he was actually capable of getting upset or not, considering that you've never seen it. But it was weird that he wanted to stay behind and keep you company, obviously he's not the type to do that. You weren't going to complain about it though, because you didn't know what triggered the male, or what would make him upset with you so you just decided to go along with it. Letting this situation flow like water, clearly.

"Well sure, you can."

Nothing else was said from him, but his body walking over to you, his shadow covering your entire figure. It was so awkward and silent, you didn't even know what to do nor say, as you could feel the males body heat on your back. Hesitantly, you looked behind you seeing as the olive haired male was standing really close to your body. He was like two or three feet away, and it was still uncomfortable to you no matter how many feet. You tried your best not to think much of it, but you couldn't help it, considering that you aren't very fond of people in your personal space. However, you didn't know what to say to Ushijima, him of all people was the most intimidating to you.

He's so quiet, big, and awkward to you and that's something you really didn't know how to deal with, as mostly all your friends aren't like this. Still though, you didn't judge him, but the intense look in his eyes made your entire body stiffen. He always looked like this, but that stare of his was practically making you shake to the bone. If he was here to talk to you, you didn't know but you stood up straight, standing completely in front of the male. Considering his height, you had to crane your head upwards to look him in the face, as that cold stare of his seemed to intensify. You didn't want to be here right now, for some reason, but you weren't going to say exactly that. "Um... I have to go... help with the graduation ceremony."

He didn't seem bothered by what you said, his large body standing in your way, blocking you from walking around him to leave. You were so confused, your eyes a little wide whilst staring at the male, who didn't even attempt to move away to let you leave. The tension in the small storage room was getting more intense, your heart thumping harshly agaisnt your chest. It was until you heard him say something, snapping you out of your trance.

"You are not going anywhere." The venom in his voice caused your body to tremble, as he seemed to be more serious than usual. His body turning and his arms reaching to close the door freighted you even more, and it made you more scared that you didn't know what the hell he was doing. You didn't want to stick around and find out, though.

"Ushijima, what are you doing? I gotta go help with the-"

"What you're going to do, is stay here and help me."

You weren't going to do that, at least it was in your plan, you shrugging off your fear to try and walk around the taller male. He easily blocked your way with a single step, once again in your full view, your eyes going up to the males face. He was still looking down at you, his eyes still dark and intense which brung your fear back. You had no idea what he wanted, and the click sound of the storage room door scared you more, indicating that he looked you both in there. It was honestly scaring you and pissing you off a bit, not knowing what he had in store drove you crazy, because this was also a bit creepy. What in the World could the great Ushiwaka need help with?

"Um... wha—what do you need help with?"

He didn't answer you, not verbally at least, but visually when he began approaching you. His hands went to your arms, holding you down which made you begin panicking. Why was he manhandling you, his grasp on your arms really tight which didn't really give you room to struggle. He was only staring at you, with his usual calm face but that didn't better the situation. You just wanted to leave, but he wasn't allowing you to wiggle out of his grip. Everytime you moved though, his hands on your arms tightened, nearly breaking your bones at the moment.

"If you struggle against me, I will not be gentle with you." Your eyes widen and your body went stiff, the males grip on you loosening but he didn't let you go. You were beyond petrified with his statement however, because what in the fuck does that mean? You honestly didn't know and you weren't eager to find out, just to be honest with yourself. "You act as if, you do not recognize my feelings for you." That sentence caused a sharp gasp to escape your lips, did you hear that right? "I am in love with you, and graduation is almost here, meaning you'd be gone in a bit. However, I could not let that happen, letting you out of my grasp. You are mine, ____, I am here to claim you."

What the hell? You were confused as shit, as you've never heard Ushijima talk like this, not in your presence at least. Whatever this was, you weren't interested in it, because you were more scared than excited to see what he had in mind. You just wanted to go because something about this situation, did not feel right at all, but you couldn't pinpoint it. "What do you mean by, you're here to claim me? Listen Ushijima, I really don't have time-"

His grasp on you tightened, pulling your body flush against his bigger build, your eyes nearly popping out of your head as you felt a stiff object against your thigh. Was this some kind of sick joke, or is this what he meant by he needed your help with something? You honestly didn't know, but you still weren't interested in knowing.

"You are mine. I have been in love with you, far too long and you have yet to realize my feelings, for you. Never have I ever felt this way for someone. You are not going anywhere, until I claim what is mine. No matter if you were to graduate, I'd follow you as I've already planned. Though, our earlier conversation, with Tendou, made me want you even more. I see how my teammates look at you, that is why I'll be claiming you here and now."

Still though, some fight electrified your veins, pushing some courage back into your body as you once again tried wiggling out of his grasp. Your movement was just making the male groan deeply, your thigh was rubbing against the hard muscle agaisnt you. He welcomed that, honestly. "Are you crazy, Ushijima?! Let me go, before I tell coach!"

"We are close to graduating and adulthood, meaning he can no longer tell me what to do, nor you. You can struggle all you want, you will be mine." In an instant, his hands were on your clothes, snatching them away from your body, your tights being the first thing to go. You were panicking now, trying your best to scream but who would hear you? Everyone left already so there was no one who could come save you, from this man.

"What the- what the hell, Ushijima?! Let me fucking go!-"

"If you keep struggling, it will just get worse for you. I will not take you gently, if you keep fighting me with this."

You still tried pushing him away, as you didn't hear the words he just stated. His hands tore your tights completely off just before one of his hands went to your chest, ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying in different directions. Your bra was on full display to the male, as your insecurities began to arise but he didn't seem to care. His right hand was fondling your breast, and your hands began trying to pry his hands off your body, but his left hand easily took both your hands in his to pin above your head. All you had was your legs to kick at him, but those kicks were doing absolutely nothing to him. His grip on your wrists were tight, and all you wanted to do was scream.

He was staring at your chest, the fabric covering it making his body even hotter than it already was. Your chest was heaving quickly, his eyes slowly trailing to your face but he didn't say anything, and you ceased your kicking once he did. You both were locked in each other's gaze, and it made all the fear in your body rise again. His right hand was removed from your body, going to his own and to the hem of his shorts, pulling them down which made you panick. He didn't seem to care about your reaction, his eyes still focused on you as he pulled them down. You weren't even sure if you were dreaming or not, because this did not feel real, at all.

"Ushijima! Stop, what are you doing?!"

His hand continued pushing his shorts down, until they fell to his ankles and upon the floor before he stepped out the holes of the shorts. The boxers that were restraining him did little to cover him up, and it made you panick even more. This wasn't right, as you two are still in school no matter how close graduation was.

His hand that was on the hem of his boxers stayed there, calming your heaving chest and beating heart, but it didn't sooth the situation. Your insides were screaming at you right now, your brain punching you to fight this man off of you. It's obvious that you aren't going to like what he was planning, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know. "You belong to me and I belong to you. After this happens, you will not be able to leave me."

"Why didn't you just ask me out, like a logical person would, Ushijima?!"

He paused from your outburst, and you did as well, since you were the type to not really raise your voice. His hand on his boxers slid them down a bit, riding a little under his v line, but you refused to look at what he was doing. He didn't seem to care for how you felt in this situation.

"As close as you and Shirabu are, I know what his real intentions were."

You gasped, eyes wide listening to the words of Ushijima. You didn't speak though, just listening to him continue with what he had to say about Shirabu, your bestfriend. If Shirabu had a secret he was keeping from you, you sure as hell haven't even heard of it, didn't even have a hint of it. "He has told me that he would ask you on a date, after graduation. I refuse to let him have you, for I know you would not deny his feelings. It is clear that you love Shirabu, when you should be loving me. You belong to me."

Of course you love Shirabu, but you didn't know what level of love it was on. You didn't even know Shirabu loved you, as much as Ushijima said and you believed him because, when has Ushijima lied? You can't recall, even if you tried but you still would've preferred him just asking you out.

You know you wouldn't reject Shirabu, so all Ushijima would have to suffer was a rejection, but he's attractive enough to get someone else so that's why it confused you. Out of everyone. "Why do you want me, out of everyone in this school I mean... I'm nothing special, I'm just your manager! There are girls who are way slimmer and prettier, than me!"

You hated admitting that, but you knew it was true and that's why you said it, because you needed to know why he wanted you of all people. It's okay that he finds you attractive, but this wasn't what you should do, if you wanted to show someone that you found them attractive. He still didn't seem to care about what you were saying, his eyes burning holes in your skull as if he was seeing right through you. This would be the last thing you'd expect him to do to you, and it really confused you as to why he was doing this, because he was supposedly in love with you. You listened to his words though, as he spoke.

"I told you before, that you are special to me. No other girl could compete with you, ____. Skinny or not, your weight is what attracts me to you. Besides your personality, how you tolerate me even if you know how I am. It is obvious that people get annoyed by my ways, but you do not seem to care. That is why I want you and only you."

His hands pushed his boxers completely down before you could say anything else, your eyes widening once that stiff organ bounced out and stood at attention. You gasped, really getting a feel on the entire situation and once he brushed the tip agaisnt you and he was still standing some parts away from you, it really showed you how big he was.

Way bigger than you would've imagined, and it scared you as you realized what was about to happen. He didn't just have extreme length, but major girth that seemed a little too heavy for him to carry around all the time, the twitching veins intimidating you. Also the amount of leaking pre-cum scared you. In an instant, you were on your back on the mats that they use sometimes in the gym, to rest. Your hands were still pinned above your head though and when he flipped your skirt up to lay agaisnt your stomach, you once again tried kicking at him. He easily slid his body between your legs, his length too resting on your abdomen.

You froze, feeling his balls agaisnt your covered heat, your legs ceasing and your body stiffening once you felt the heavy cock resting on you. He was staring down at you as you were staring up at him, his eyes holding nothing but want and need for you. You've never done this before, so that's why it scared you more. It didn't take long for him to push himself back off of you with your hands still in his hand, just so he could push your panties aside and pull back enough to grip his throbbing cock. A sharp gasp escaped you, your legs beginning to kick once again, but it wasn't bothering Ushijima. You just wanted to reason with him, at least try to because he was obviously not stopping.

"Wait wait, Ushijima!” He ceased his movements, as his eyes trailed back to your distressed face. You were relived, thinking he was actually giving you a bit of mercy. "You don't have to do this! We can just... just go on a date, and see how it goes! We can both just forget that this ever happened!"

"I am afraid that I cannot do that, nor do I trust your words that you won't tell anyone."

"Ushijima please-!"

He cut you off with a harsh penetrating thrust into your body, the wind being knocked out of you as your hymen snapped. You practically screamed out, but he used his right hand to cover your mouth, his own eyes and teeth closing shut from the tight hold you had on his thick cock. The other thing is that he wasn't even all the way inside of you, but he was still pressing agaisnt your cervix, which soothed the pain by a lot, your cunt spasming violently around the thick cock lodged inside of you. He was panting heavily as both his hands went to your hips, trying his best to push himself deeper inside you.

Your back arched so much into the male, allowing his cock to slide in easier but slowly which caused a slight burning feeling. He was pushing past your cervix, placing himself inside your womb until his hips were flush agaisnt yours. He thrusted once, before you nearly cried out, your walls clamping around his length, gushing out around it to coat his abdomen and thighs. He was confused, until he looked down to see your pussy convulsing and squirting on him, your body shaking which notified him of what he did to your body. He just made you cum from entering you, barely doing anything which made the male crazily smirk. His grip on your hips tightened, slowly pulling out before thrusting harshly back in, his cock easily kissing your cervix.

Your hands were trying to find anything to hold onto, since Ushijima was sitting up and rapidly thrusting deeply inside your overstimulated pussy. Deep grunts and groans came from the male, his hands grabbing yours to put them on his shirt, your hands instinctively gripping it as he picked up his pace, the obscene squelching sounds meeting your ears. There was barely any pain, his cock hungrily trying to get all your juices to coat him, his eyes looking down at your joined bodies watching as your sheen coated him. He let his head fall back, thunderous moans escaping his chest from how tight you were. Water was trickling from your eyes, warming your cheeks in an onslaught of pleasure that your lower regions were recieving.

"Fuck..! You're so tight for me ____, I love you..! Keep squeezing my cock, just like that—ngh!" You could barely focus on his deep voice, for another orgasm was winding in your abdomen, Ushijima's thrust were so intense and strong that it had the mats underneath you nearly sliding you off of it. His hands went to your legs, pulling them agaisnt his body as both his hands slammed on the sides of the floor, trapping you underneath his body.

In this position, his cock seemed to push pass your cervix, fucking into your womb which made the male growl like a beast. One of his hands went to your hip, holding you there whilst he fucked down into your weeping pussy, his huge cock opening you so wide to his cock. The feel of his balls smacking your ass had you screaming his name, the male grunting in your face. “Ushi..!"

You couldn't even get his name out, each pounding smash of his hips agaisnt yours keeping your words in and letting your moans out. Both your eyes were closed tightly, all that was heard was your synchronized moans and your individual screams. It wasn't long before your second orgasm broke, your grip on his shirt pulling him down on your body. "Wakat..! Ushi..!"

You didn't know what you were saying, the male still pounding into you, but slowly as your walls securely took a grip on his thick shaft, keeping him almost trapped inside you. It took so much effort for him to pull out, his grip on your waist becoming painfully tight but you couldn't respond to that.

You were so tight that it nearly pained him, an unexpected deep moan escaping him while his hips slowly continued to sink inside of you, your body shaking and your head against his chest to conceal your screams and shameful moans. The male slowly fucked into you, letting you ride out the parties of paradise enhanced in your pussy. Your eyes were burning with overstimulated tears, a white coat of your cum coating his cock in a ring of your juices, that now belonged to him. You couldn't believe how good he was making you feel, but you still didn't want it to be this way, losing your virginity in such a forceful way.

Once his hips came to a stop, he pulled out and layed you on your stomach, on the mats you were currently layed on your back. You couldn't do anything, as he once again lined his throbbing length up with your spasming pussy. He didn't waste anytime with sheathing himself balls deep into you again, your body screaming almost. He didn't even give you time to recover from your orgasm, his hands going to your hips as he pulled you back with his aggressive thrust. He seemed to hit deeper in this position, your walls feeling the thick veins protruding his length, but his thrusts weren't as hard as they were the first time.

They still kissed your cervix sweetly though, his balls now smacking your clit that was already overly stimulated and leaking with your own juices. His hands went to your front half, pulling you up and forcing your body to arch into his thrust, now his cock sweetly caressing your g-spot. His hands were placed on your throat, his eyes looking down to where he was entering your body from, loving the sight of your small pussy trying to eat up his cock. It was kind of hard for him to thrust back into your body, but when he did, it felt like absolute heaven to not only you, but him too. "I'm coming..! I'm coming, ____! I want you to take it all..!"

You began panicking, but you couldn't get out his grasp as your body already felt like it was jelly. Your hands could only hold onto the mat underneath you, feeling his thrusts speed up which caused a clapping sound to secrete in the room. His thrusts were so hard, your body convulsing as another orgasm formed.

Your entire fate was sealed, you'll be with him forever if he gets you pregnant, and you couldn't let that happen but what could you do? Absolutely nothing, but take him deeply inside you. His moans were getting louder, his hands around your throat before he pulled you flush agaisnt his chest. Both his arms were around your chest, one hand going to your throat and squeezing it as he began slowly sliding in and out of you. The sounds were so erratic, and you couldn't help the way your walls trembled as you listened to it. "Scream out my name, ____..! Tell me... tell me you love me..!"

His pace picked up again, your orgasm snapping harshly in your abdomen, your legs kicking under you as he continued to drill through your orgasm. This one was more intense than all the other ones, seeming like it ripped your entire body with tidal waves of pleasure. A harsh smack on your ass made your body jolt, as you screamed out the words he demanded you say. "I—I love you..! Wakatoshi..!"

His grin widened, his body went stiff as he plunged himself deeply inside of you, his lips latching onto your neck as he moaned agaisnt you. You could barely register the hot pulsing liquid surging throughout you, the male biting a deep mark into your neck. His orgasm was so intense that slight tears escaped his eyelids too, as he's never felt something this good. He definently wasn't planning on letting you go, at all. You're finally his, and will always be his.

Literal tears escaped your eyes as another orgasm broke over you, one not that hard but enough to have you screaming. He held you close to his body, slowly grinding his hips agaisnt yours to empty out his seed into your womb. His grasp on your throat was removed though, before his arms went to wrap around your waist.

A stinging pain was on your neck, and that was when you realized he imprinted a dark hickey on you. Your body fell agaisnt the mat, his hands holding his body up and off of your body. He was still deeply seated inside you, his cock still pressed firmly against your cervix. You could still feel him cumming, your eyes shut still feeling the thick spurts of his seed filling your womb. His hand went to caress your ass, before you heard his deep rumbling voice.

"You will not go to college, ____. You will be with me, at all times, no matter what. No matter how much you want to leave, I will punish you, if you do not cooperate with me." You were so ready to graduate, as you didn't think it would turn out like this. It was correct to expect the unexpected.

This work was originally written by @compressingsins, if you see anything similar, please report it to me. 🫶🏾

[justathickblackgirl]

Hey @netflix, remember this tweet?

Well I'm here to inform you that Dead Boy Detectives is very much an unfinished story. Our fanbase is growing daily and audiences LOVE this show.

Season 2 is written, the cast & crew want to contiue the story, and the fans want to see more, so all you need to do is greenlight it! Despite your abysmal marketing, Dead Boy Detectives still managed to pull fantastic numbers that only continue to improve, even post-cancellation. It has made, and continues to make, "Best of" lists on a weekly basis and has drawn the attention of multiple publications, YouTubers, and critics.

You're squandering an incredible show, an opportunity to make money (in the form of streams AND merchandise), and destroying your reputation in the process! Please save Dead Boy Detectives; you have everything to gain in doing so! Do right by the cast, crew, and your paying customers! We're not going anywhere! THIS STORY MATTERS!

If you don't care about good representation, the stories on your platform, doing right by the people you employ, and doing right by your customers, at least realize that you're destroying your business and losing out on an opportunity to profit. If you don't want Dead Boy Detectives, let the showrunners take it to a platform that will do right by it and right by the fans - that's the least you can do!

[justathickblackgirl]

Happy Mafia Monday! Which of your men loves when his girl leaves marks on him? Lipstick on his button up, her nails scratched into his skin, ANYTHING.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader & Mafia!Ari x Reader (two drabbles)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, edging, overstimulation, canon level violence, pain kink, knife kink, mirror sex.

a/n: Two drabbles in one. I was going to include Steve's but I think I'll combine his with Andy's drabble. Thank you to the talented @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for your beta work!

Bucky studies his shirt collar in the mirror, a hint of amusement tugging his swollen lips, his tongue sweeps across the bottom one, raking over the indents you left behind when you bit him.

15 minutes ago

"Oh fuck," you cry out, lifting your head from his shoulder. Tears cling to your eyelashes, another wanton moan slips out of your mouth. The cool surface of the mirror glides against your back as he drops you back down on his thick cock.

You're wild, messy. Naked. Your clothes are strewn on his office floor. Even though you swear he's fucking the life out of you, your mafia boyfriend is composed, his three-piece suit clinging to his body like a glove.

The only sign that he's affected by the way you're wrapped around him is the litany of filthy praises streaming from his sinful mouth and the feral look glossing over his blue eyes.

"Jesus, fuck-I...shit Bucky," you pant, wrapping your hand around his tie.

"Malyshka, I must not be fucking you right if you can still talk. Let me rectify that." An arrogant smirk flits across his bearded face and he grabs your ass, the smooth cool rings digging into your soft skin.

And he rolls his hips, harder and faster, moving you with every thrust until he hits your spot, the veiny ridges of his throbbing cock caressing your stretched, silky walls. You let out a noise that almost resembles a choked moan.

"I know Malyshka, that's what you needed." He murmurs with a confidence that makes you even wetter, his pace building into a frenzy of rapid strokes. Striking that soft, sensitive spot inside you with a ruthless intensity. Pleasure blooming in your swollen cunt, spreading to every crevice of your body

You'll never understand how he can make you feel so fucking incredible but you know you never want him to stop.

You yank him down for a kiss just as his thumb rolls over your clit, the added sensation pushes you over the edge, your teeth clamp down on his lip. A muffled oh god bursting out of your throat as the coil inside of you snaps.

Now

Bucky smooths down his wrinkled tie, smiling at the soft moan behind him.

He turns around, walking to the couch next to his door. "I have one more meeting, I should be back in about an hour." He looks down at your trembling body, pride blazing in his blue eyes. He loves that you haven't been able to do more than blink since he got done with you.

"That's enough time for you to get ready for round two." He winks at you before sauntering out of the office.

Bucky passes by your stunned bodyguards, their eyes darting between his face and collar. Stopping outside of the double doors, He takes a minute to carefully adjust his lapels so your lipstick stains dotting the expensive material are even more obvious. Then he enters the packed conference room and strolls to the head of the table with a cocky smirk.

"I'm not telling you a fucking thing," Greg spits out in a show of bolstered confidence.

Ari tilts his head, his broad shoulders shaking as he laughs. He listens as the stocky man continues to speak as if he's not bound to a rickety chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. Ari doesn't reply. He figures why not let the poor bastard get a few last words in before he shows him why no one crosses the 6'6" mafia enforcer.

Ignoring the one-sided conversation, he glances down at his chest. Fuck, this shirt is one of your favorites and he promised he wouldn't get any blood on it. Ari walks to the table holding his tools and begins to unbutton it. He's in the midst of shrugging it off when Greg goes silent.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he gasps.

Ari looks over his shoulder, confusion appearing on his face. "What?"

He sees Greg staring at his back, his jaw slack. Ari turns his neck, getting a brief glimpse of his shoulder. A long red welt shines under the fluorescent lights. He touches it, a spark of pain flitting across his skin, chuckling softly.

"My girl,"--he says with a dreamy tone that's in stark dichotomy to his stern, imposing figure, --"fucked me up. I kinda deserved it."

Last night.

Ari's favorite thing is to edge you. He loves how desperate and needy you get. You hate it. And love it. Mostly you hate it though.

Like now.

You're sitting on his lap, his thick hair-covered thighs under you, his cock so deep inside your pussy, your belly is bulging around him. His cologne, bergamot and amberwood, surround you. All you can see is him, all you can feel is him. All your thoughts, needs, and wants center around him in this moment and he won't give you what you need.

You want to scream when his large hands curve around your waist and slow you down. There's a fierceness unwinding inside of you with every ruined orgasm, you're teetering on the edge of becoming feral.

"Ah ah, sweet girl. I didn't say you could cum yet," He taunts, his smooth deep voice caressing your ears. "What did I-"

Ari closes his mouth, smiling down at you when you snap. Your wide eyes latch on to his, your soft hands slap against his back and he hisses at the feel of your nails digging into his skin. You miss his whispered good girl took ya long enough, too busy rising up until his cock is almost of your sopping cunt.

You slam down, his moans drowning out of your broken sobs as you rake your nails down his firm, warm back. Pain ripples across his skin while white-hot pleasure spirals up his spine. Your tight pussy gripping him, your hips snapping into his--Ari leans into your touch, his hands stay around your waist, his hold relaxed, letting you fuck yourself on his cock, the sight of you lost in the sensations is so fucking erotic he has to hold himself back from spilling inside of you.

"That's it sweet-" Ari starts.

You cut off him, adding another set of scratches to his marked-up back. "Shut the fuck up, this is my cock now Ari. The only thing I want to hear you say is my name."

His brows raise in shock and he throbs inside of you. He's already planning on ways to get his sweet girl to turn into this wild woman riding him.

"Good girl," he praises, chanting your name like it's his favorite sound, his head dropping back after you clench down so hard your pace falters

Your walls spasms and flutter around him, your orgasm surging up, drowning you in sensations, cresting higher and higher until you're floating in a sea of bliss, unaware that you're writhing uncontrollably on his lap, his hands the small of your back to keep you from falling over.

Watching you fall apart, untamed and shameless, taking your pleasure like the queen you are, triggers his own release and he groans your name again and again until his cum is leaking out of your swollen pussy.

Now

"So you can understand why I don't have all night," Ari declares, tapping Greg on his nose. "I can't keep my girl waiting."

You look over the top of your magazine, popping out one of your airpods. "Did you really just tell him all of that?"

Ari looks past Greg's head to where you're sitting, placing his hand on his bare chest, he manages to look affronted. "He asked. I didn't want to be rude to the man."

"I can't believe you, Levinson."

Greg's eyes bounce between the two of you, disconcertion contorting his features.

Ari takes a knife from the table and twirls it between his fingers. "You mad?"

Your eyes follow the flash of silver, licking your bottom lip, you casually shrug one shoulder in an attempt to disguise your growing excitement. "Maybe."

HIs darkening gaze drifts over your body, lingering on your thighs before flitting up to your face. A clear challenge in his clear blue eyes.

"What are you gonna do about it?"

You mull his words for a second, then you slide your dress up past your leg. He always said your thighs were his weakness and judging by the way his lustfilled gaze is drawn to the garter around your thigh, you know he meant every word. Removing the serrated dagger you have tucked under the black lace, you toss it up in the air.

"Come here and find out."

[justathickblackgirl]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.

[justathickblackgirl]

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[justathickblackgirl]

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[justathickblackgirl]

I love it so much you can’t imagine!!!

[justathickblackgirl]

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

[justathickblackgirl]

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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[justathickblackgirl]

Breathe

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 - Week 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Prompt: “Really? Here?!” | [Someone Else’s House | Public Bathroom | Mile High Club] @buckybarnesevents

Summary: (4k words) During a wedding reception, Bucky and his fiancée sneak off to have some fun.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Established relationship. Fluff. Wedding talk? Vague alluding to Bucky’s trauma/past. Bucky’s a switch? Pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart). Oral (both receiving)/swallowing. Fingering.

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Bucky always looks good to her - whether he’s in jeans and a henley or nothing at all - but there’s something about seeing him dressed to the nines. The fitted tux, the styled hair, the neatly trimmed beard. She rarely gets to see him dressed up like this and she can’t keep her eyes off him, watching him from the across the room while he talks to their friends.

She’s still not entirely sure why they got roped into making an appearance at this wedding reception - none of them know the couple - but she’s not exactly questioning it at this specific moment, no matter how uncomfortable she feels in such a formal setting.

And while Bucky might feel just as out of place here as she does, it’s making her think about their own upcoming wedding. Their plans don’t include anything nearly as fancy as this black-tie event, but as she watches him readjust his cuffs, she’s starting to reconsider. 

She can’t help imagining all the things she’s going to let this man to do her on their wedding night and her inappropriate thoughts only intensify as her eyes drift from Bucky’s fingers to his mouth, watching him take a sip of his drink. Then the tip of his tongue licks the remaining drop of liquid off his lips and she’s flooded by images of their morning shower, heat immediately pooling between her thighs, making her wish it was time to go.

It’s been like this the past few weeks since Bucky proposed - even before that really, but they’ve been insatiable lately. Unable to keep their hands off each other, finding every excuse to cancel plans and stay home. It’s where they should be tonight, but they couldn’t get out of this. 

Just as a flush creeps up her chest, Bucky meets her gaze, the grin on his face making her feel like she can read her mind. With a quick glance at their friends, he takes his leave, his eyes not leaving hers again as makes his way back to their table, the look on his face not making it easy for her to think pure thoughts. 

They’ve only been apart for a couple minutes, but Bucky never needs an excuse to return to her, the magnetic pull to be as close to her as possible constantly driving him. And, as much as he wants to take her home right now, he can’t deny how much he’s enjoyed getting to show her off tonight. 

She may not feel like it, but she belongs here, the numerous eyes on her throughout the evening proving she fits right in. Her satin gown showing off her endless curves, the fabric dipping low enough to show just a hint of cleavage. 

The angle at which Bucky approaches the table gives him more than just a hint though, her seated position causing her breasts to almost spill out of her dress, immediately drawing his attention. And then she smiles that smile at him. The one that reminds him how lucky he is. 

Since the moment he met her, she’s brought nothing but sunshine and beauty to his life. Even during times like this - when he’s so out of his element, having to pretend to celebrate the nuptials of two people he doesn’t care about - she makes it all bearable.

His tux might feel too restricting, the bow tie secured around his neck making him feel like he can’t draw a deep breath, but it’s okay as long as he’s with her. As long as he can continue to look at her, feel her, breathe her in, he’s sure he can make it through the evening.

Bucky ignores the urge to reach up to pull at what essentially feels like a leash around his neck, and keeps his focus on his beautiful fiancee, once again overcome with the familiar need to be as close to her as possible. With his flirtatious smile growing, he sets his glass down on the table and offers out his hand to ask her, “May I have this dance?”

She’s never been much for dancing, but she can never resist Bucky, especially when he’s like this. Tonight’s been hard for him, but he still goes out of his way to be romantic, to try to make the evening about them, wanting her to feel like she belongs here. 

They’ve barely stepped foot on the dance floor before they’re in each others arms, both of them visibly relaxing the moment their bodies are touching. They allow themselves to get lost in the intimate moment, ignoring any responsibility they feel to socialize with the guests. They’d much rather socialize with each other anyway. 

After a tender kiss to her forehead, Bucky murmurs, “Thank you for coming with me tonight,” She didn’t have to come and he’s planning to show her how grateful he is when they get home tonight.

Her eyelashes flutter as she soaks in his affection and she gives him a warm smile, blaming the romantic atmosphere for her sappy reply of, “I’m always happy to be your plus one.”

The sound of his soft laughter makes her heart skip a beat, and her own laughter joins his when he tells her, “Your signing up for forever sweetheart, I’m going to hold you to that.”

“You should,” she grins, giving him a soft kiss, pulling away before he can deepen it. With a deliberate wiggle of her left ring finger, she continues, “There’s no getting rid of me now.”

The playfulness of Bucky’s smile fades slightly and his eyes darken, the look on his face causing her breath to quicken. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He closes the distance this time, his hand moving to the back of her neck to keep her against him as he kisses her, his tongue seeking entrance to taste her.

Despite being surrounded by hundreds of guests, most of which they don’t know, she has no desire to pull away and she grants him access, her lips parting at the first touch of his tongue He has a way of making her feel like they’re the only two people that exist, and soon she doesn’t care about anything except the feel of him against her, her skin growing warmer as Bucky’s hand slides lower, ghosting over the curve of her ass.

He’s too aware of their surroundings though, and as much as he’s enjoying showing his gorgeous fiancée off, he wants nothing more than to take her home and do unspeakable things to her. The thought has him kissing a trail along her jaw to whisper in her ear, “Surely it’s almost time to go.”

With her hands holding onto his shoulders, she gives him a reluctant shake of her head and lets out a slow breath, “We still have an hour.” They can’t leave until the newlyweds do - Bucky and a few of the other Avengers having agreed to be here to send the couple off in flourish with the other guests.

It’s like a bucket of water is thrown on him, his happy thoughts of their future fading into the frustrating memory that they’re here on business. That somehow the new couple’s donation to the city gained them a right to him.

He didn’t have to do this, but he had no reason to say no, and everyone else had already agreed, given how generous the couple will continue to be to numerous charities. All it’s costing Bucky is his time. And a little bit of his sanity.

The suffocating feeling starts to return and his right hand moves off her hip to fidget with his bow tie, a soft grimace appearing on his face as if it’s physically hurting him. There’s a reason he avoids wearing ties, and the fact that it wasn’t optional tonight makes it even worse.

“Baby,” she says softly, interrupting his thoughts with a gentle touch of her hand to stop him from making the tie any more crooked than it already is. He meets her eyes and just a simple look communicates so much, a reminder of her how hard tonight has been for him. She whispers her own reminder to him, gently telling him, “breathe,” as she adjusts the bow.

Bucky knows she means well, and admittedly, just her presence makes it easier for him to simply exist, but he’s not sure he’s going to make it another hour. “Kinda hard to do that with this damn thing around my neck,” he tells her with a slight shake of his head, but his tone remains gentle, a hint of vulnerability seeping out.

There’s no point in suggesting they cut out early - Bucky’s a man of his word and will stay until the end - so instead, with a slight tilt of her head, she offers, “Why don’t we take a walk?” They can kill some time before he needs to join everyone else for their last interaction of the night.  “I’m sure you already know the layout of this place.” 

Bucky laughs softly, appreciating her attempt to keep things light, and nods his head. “Course I do. You think I’m gonna take my woman somewhere without knowing all the exits and places to hide?” There’s not a single part of this manor that’s not etched into his mind. 

With just a bit of encouragement from her to use that to his advantage, he takes her hand in his and leads her away from the dancefloor, ignoring the curious looks from their friends. Bucky could be leading her anywhere, and she’d blindly follow, her trust in him unyielding. He’s not sure he’ll ever feel deserving of it, but he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to prove that he does. 

It doesn’t take him long to find their destination, Bucky leading her down a deserted hallway, passing just a couple of doors before he locates the one he’s looking for. As expected, the room is unlocked and the moment they’re in the unused dressing suite, his hand immediately reaches for his bow tie, not even giving her a chance to offer to help him.

After closing and locking the door behind them, she turns around to find him pulling at the offending silk around his collar, his growl of frustration meeting her ears as he inevitably makes the knot tighter. With a gentle touch of her hand, she stills his movements, and softly tells him, “Let me.”

He gives her an appreciative smile and uses the opportunity to touch her again, his hands seeking out her warmth through her dress. He feels compelled to minimize this, or offer up an explanation, but words aren’t needed here. She understands his aversion to ties - his aversion to anything that feels like a restraint. 

Well, other than the occasional moments Bucky allows her to be in control of his body. He never thought it’d be something he’d enjoy, but he’s been seeking out more of those moments with her lately. Damn, he needs to get her home.

With just a gentle pull of the ends of his bow tie, the first knot is released and Bucky gives her a smile that never fails to make her weak in the knees. The corner of her mouth ticks up into a grin of her own, her gaze drifting from his eyes, to his mouth, then back down to the bow-tie to finish helping him.

After hooking her finger underneath the remaining knot a quick tug leaves Bucky feeling like he can finally draw a deep breath again. He still can’t help but reach up to undo the top two buttons of his shirt, not missing how the quick work of his fingers makes her thoughts obviously stray to the same place his keeps drifting to.

He can’t help but lean close, a knowing grin on his face, as he asks, “Whatcha thinkin’ about, doll?” 

Even with her skin flushing, she has no problem admitting exactly what’s going through her mind right now. Her body presses closer to his, her fingers holding onto the lapels of his tux, and she tells him, “How good your fingers felt inside me this morning.”

Her admission is expected, but it still makes him groan and he pulls her into a kiss, his hand moving to her throat, his possessive touch never failing to make her heart flutter. The feel of her pulse against his fingers has him deepening the kiss, the taste of her not helping to lessen Bucky’s desire for her, nor is it helping him catch his breath.

His need for her outweighs any silly need for air in his lungs though, and for a moment, he refuses to pull away, even as he has to resist the urge to take this further. To undress her and touch her everywhere, to listen to her moan for him. Despite the thought of wanting her naked here, in this ridiculously expensive, lavish room, he tells himself they shouldn’t.

She’s having similar thoughts, but she definitely thinks they should. In fact, she thinks it’s a great way to spend the next few minutes. She wants nothing more than to help Bucky get his mind off of everything that’s been bothering him tonight.

The breathless moan she makes when she pulls away has him immediately reconsidering, but his old-fashioned sensibilities are telling him he can’t let her do this. That he should wait until they’re in the safety of their own home. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice giving away how much it pains him to remind her, “the party.” 

“We have time,” she whispers back, her lashes fluttering at the tender caress of his thumb across her throat. “I just want to make you feel good.” 

Her warm breath against his lips, the promise of more, makes him dizzy with need, but he’s still struggling to shed this last bit of hesitation. He’s not worried about anyone interrupting them, he just needs to be sure she’s truly okay with this. Because as adventurous as their sex life is, this is still a first for them.

She can sense his hesitation, and she doesn’t want to push him if this isn’t something he wants, but she can practically hear the thoughts running through his mind, and she knows how to quiet them. With a quick flick of her tongue to wet her lips, she asks him, “It’s hot to imagine, isn’t it? Me on my knees for you right here, with hundreds of people just down the hall.”

Bucky’s breath catches at her words, his body ablaze with desire, but he quickly lets out a laugh as she reminds him again to breathe. He loves these moments with her, how intense and passionate they can get while never losing their ability to have fun with each other. It has all his reservations quickly leaving him, his body welcoming her hand moving between them to seek out his erection.

Since doing his best to shed his past of the Winter Soldier, Bucky’s become more comfortable with letting her take charge, and right now the need for her to take charge is overwhelming. All he can think about as she quickly unbuttons his pants is how she’s never steered him wrong, and with just a few steps backwards, she’s guiding him to sit on one of the oversized armchairs.

A slight lift of his hips has her working his pants down far enough to pull his cock free and she eagerly wraps her hand around him, settling between his spread thighs ready to worship him. As much she wants to take her time, this moment doesn’t allow for it, and she doesn’t want to give him a second to rethink his decision to allow her to take care of him. 

There’s no going back now. Bucky can’t imagine being anywhere else, and he can’t take his eyes off of her. She’s so breathtaking. Even when she brings her fingers to her mouth to gather saliva, all he can think about is how much she belongs here, surrounded by luxury and elegance. The sudden promising image of her on their wedding day has his cock twitching in her hand and it takes everything in him to keep his hands where they are, gripping the arms of the chair.

He wants to touch her, run his fingers through her hair, but she spent so long getting ready, just to keep him company tonight, and he refuses to risk messing up her hair or makeup. He continues watching her, letting her set the pace as she finally takes him into her mouth, the sudden wet heat surrounding him causing him to let out a breathless grunt of pleasure. “Fuck. I love you.”

She hums happily, glancing up to meet his gaze, the look on his face encouraging her to already take him deeper. She loves sucking his cock, he way he moans for her, the taste of him, the feel of him sliding into her throat. She’ll never get enough of it, and it’s not long before she speeds up her pace, desperate to feel him lose control.

Bucky’s lost in the pleasure, his hips occasionally lifting to meet her mouth, the knowledge of how much this is turning her on making it that much harder to focus. “God,” he breathes, his hands gripping the armchair harder, fingers digging into the upholstery. “Doll… Feel so good… Please…”

He can feel the vibrations of her moans each time his cock slides along her tongue and down her throat, and now he can smell her. It makes him want to taste her, to fuck her, to make her come with him. Just as he opens his mouth to tell her, the entire length of him is engulfed, her nose brushing against the soft curls at the base of his cock.

“Shit,” he gasps, his thighs tensing and his hand shoots out to grip her shoulder, the obscene noises of her throat gagging around his cock causing his balls to tighten. It’s more than enough to make him come, but he’s not ready yet. He wants more from her, and with a needy moan, he begs her to touch herself.

Without hesitation, her hand slides under the satin bunched around her knees, and she spreads her thighs wider as she slips the damp fabric of her panties aside, desperate to please him. The first pass of her fingers over her slick pussy makes her moan against him and both their hips start to move at the same time, Bucky fucking her mouth as she thrusts against her own hand.

He nearly loses it when she meets his gaze again, her lashes wet with tears, her mouth slick with saliva. He manages to hold back though, needing to watch her as she plays with herself, seeing the exact moment she fills herself with her fingers.

Her back arches and she nearly gags around his cock again, but she grips his cock with her left hand, stroking him in time with her mouth as she fucks herself, the heel of her hand pressed against her clit. She’s not even trying to make herself come, more focused on his pleasure, but she can feel the pressure building, her wetness coating her fingers.

Bucky’s senses are consumed by her, but it’s not enough, he wants to drawn in her, to know nothing but the feel and smell and taste of her. “Please,” he says, his hand sliding along her shoulder, fingers caressing her skin. “Need… fuck… give me your fingers. Need to taste you.” 

She almost comes just from that alone, the walls of her pussy gripping her fingers, her wetness soaking her palm, but she’s eager to give him what he wants. The instant her hand moves from her underneath her dress, he’s grabbing her wrist, guiding her fingers to his hungry mouth.

With a loud groan, Bucky closes his lips close around her slick digits, the taste of her exploding on his tongue, causing his balls to tighten and pleasure to shoot down his spine. The slight tightening of his grip on her shoulder is the only warning he can give her as the tension builds to a breaking point.

He gasps and moans around her fingers, his tongue licking up every drop of her, the first wave hitting him with such intensity that his hips lift involuntarily. He watches her take all of him, her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him as he comes down her throat, the force of his orgasm nearly causing him to collapse.

She swallows every drop, her body buzzing with pleasure as she sucks him dry, not a care in the world that she didn’t get to come with him. She refuses to let him go, prolonging his pleasure, until he can’t take anymore and his body finally starts to relax,  her fingers slipping from his mouth.

Bucky doesn’t even give her a chance to catch her breath before he’s pulling her up, careful not to mess up her dress as he meets her in a kiss, the combined taste of them on their tongues making them both moan. There’s not a chance he’s letting her leave this with room without getting to taste more of her.

He casually pulls his pants back over his hips, happily listening to her explain that this was all about him. And, the moment she’s finished insisting she only wanted to help him relax, he’s just as happy to reject her premise, telling her, “Making you come on my mouth will definitely relax me.”

The laugh she gives him tells him everything he needs to know and it’s his turn to take the lead, guiding her to the armchair he was just occupying. Before he has her sit, he reaches under the slit in her dress to take hold of her panties, not wasting any time to slide them down her legs, kneeling in front of her in the process.

She’s not sure how much time they have left, but she can’t imagine it’s going to take her very long. Not with the taste of him still in her mouth, and the way he’s looking up at her right now. With minimal encouragement, she settles back in the chair, careful not to mess up her hair, grinning as Bucky takes the same amount of care with her dress.

After lifting the soft material to her waist, and guiding her legs back, he takes a moment to appreciate the view of her on display, ready for the taking. Later tonight, when he’s fucking her in their bed, he plans to tell her again and again how pretty she looked tonight, but the words won’t come right now. His mouth only wants to be doing one thing, and it’s not talking.

With one last glance up at her, her hands already gripping the arms of the chair in preparation, he closes the distance, the smell of her immediately overwhelming his senses. She barely hears his soft groan of pleasure, but it’s hard to miss the way he deeply inhales her scent, his hands immediately coming up to keep her spread open for him.

At Bucky’s instructions, she forces herself to stay still, his playful reminder for her to breathe the only reason she’s taking any air into her lungs at all. She watches as he takes his time, the flat of his tongue licking her from her dripping entrance to her swollen clit, the contact making her legs shake and her eyes roll back.

She’s so sensitive, just a few swipes of his tongue building her towards the edge, but he refuses to rush this, taking his time to the savor the taste of her, fucking her slowly with his tongue. And whenever she starts to move or forgets to stop breathing, he’s right there reminding her what he needs her to do. “Relax. Breathe.” 

He’s not going to let her get flushed and sweaty, not when he knows how much harder it’ll make the rest of the evening for her. That’s why he keeps her in place, the cool metal of his vibranium thumb pressed against her clit making her slick walls pulsate around his tongue, the delicious taste of her making him hard yet again.

She keeps her head lifted, even when her eyes flutter close, her body on fire as she takes slow, deep breaths. It’s becoming not enough and too much all at once, the familiar tingle signaling how close she is, but without being able to chase her pleasure, she can’t help but beg for more.

Bucky’s more than happy to oblige and licks back up to her clit, greedily closing his lips over it as he slips two fingers inside of her, his vibranium arm quick to hold her place. She reaches out, almost grabbing his head, but thinks better of it at the last second, not wanting to mess up his hair, her hands instead gipping his arm, her fingers soon interlocking with his as she takes in lungfuls of air.

It only takes a few strokes of his fingers for her to fall, the deep breathing making the orgasm even more intense, and with his lips suctioned around her clit, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud, her hand flies up to cover her own mouth, barely muffling her loud cries of pleasure as she comes for him.

Bucky’s fingers and mouth follow her body as each wave of pleasure washes over her, her thighs threatening to close around his head, but he welcomes the feeling, relishing the way she comes apart for him, her arousal soaking his hand and beard. 

He doesn’t stop until she grows too sensitive, easing his fingers out of her before giving her one last lick, able to feel the pulse of her aftershocks on his tongue. Careful not to touch her dress with his arousal-slicked fingers, he helps her sit up and kisses her softly, her body still trembling as she slowly comes back down.

Once it’s clear she can finally breathe again, and her heart’s not about to burst out of her chest, Bucky gives her a cheeky grin, telling her, “Now I’m ready to get back to the party.” 

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Masterlist

[justathickblackgirl]

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Don't Spoil It

Spill It MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

Plot: Trying to make a smooth getaway, you make it look too damn good.

Warnings: 18+. Smut and fluff.

Words: 3,1OO

Humming softly, you curl back up into your duvet, burying your face into the pillow. An unfamiliar scent hits your morning senses and you bury into the pillow deeper. Body feeling heavy, yet incredibly light, the feeling of utter satisfaction bubbles under your skin.

Eyes are yet to be opened as you try to figure out the situation you’ll encounter once you allow yourself to fully wake up. Butterflies erupt in your belly as you remember the dream you had, an ache between your thighs demanding attention at the sensual memory. You sigh contently, mouth curving into a smile that you couldn’t stop if you wanted to.

But then you freeze. Because the comforting scent wafting from the cushion below you is the very thing that triggers the memory of the dream. It’s connected to the dream.

It wasn’t a dream.

Eyes fly open and immediately scrunch shut after being blinded by the bright, morning light pouring through the sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling all the way down to the floors. Fingers tightening into the puffy duvet, you slowly turn onto your back and turn your head to the side, biting your lip to stop a gasp from slipping out.

Bucky Barnes. The most gorgeous man you might have ever seen in your life is snoring softly on the pillow next to you. That’s when the so-called dream comes back to you in flashes. Hot, steamy and vivid flashes. Heat creeps to your chest and face at the memory and you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him, terrified that if you look away he’ll wake up and prevent you from making a quick escape.

Because that’s how this works, right?

Heated, dirty, world-shattering sex with a stranger means you have to get out in the morning before the homeowner wakes up. Right? You don’t exactly want him to wake up to you, realising he made a huge mistake and trying to reason with himself how drunk he must have been to drag you home.

He seemed so sincere last night and you truly believed him. It was so intense, so wonderful. You don’t want to give either of you the chance to ruin that illusion. Let yourself believe you’re one of the models he sleeps with and get out of here as soon as possible.

Peeking around the room, you dart your eyes around to find your clothes, realising that your underwear is the only thing here. You curse under your breath when you realise you’ll have to make you way home in a beer-stained dress that is on the floor near the bar in the living room. You’ll have to tip the Uber driver for tolerating the disgusting stench, you remind yourself before carefully climbing out of bed towards the thin sheet crumpled to the floor after you probably kicked it off the bed last night.

The soft carpet between your toes, the warm light shining in the room and the beautiful man laying in the bed you just crawled out of, all make it awfully hard to make your getaway. Reaching down quickly and grabbing the sheet to wrap around your body, you find yourself freezing when Bucky moves and mumbles softly. Circling over in your direction, all he has to do is open his eyes and he’ll see you.

You take a deep breath, thin sheet wrapped around your body and dragging over the floor, you lift your foot to take your first step away -and his eyes open.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” His hoarse voice grumbles as he hugs his pillow tightly, sleepy eyes squinting as they take in your frame.

Blood rushes to the surface of your skin once again as he takes you in, wanting him to just fall asleep and let you leave in peace. Spare you the embarrassment.

But Bucky is in awe. All he sees is your body wrapped in a thin sheet like the perfect wet dream, a bright morning glow emitting from the windows behind you, showing him a silhouette that doesn’t help his morning glory one bit. He wants to punch himself for thinking it, but you look ethereal in this light, like a goddamn angel. Your soft hair carrying a golden glow from the light and your skin exuding its own glow by his surprising performance from the previous night.

“I just… I was just about to leave.” You retreat to your spot on the carpet unsurely as you wait for his instructions. All he has to do is tell you to leave or stay and you’d follow his orders.

You remember how good it felt to follow his orders, to let go of that need to be in control all the time and put it in the hands of someone who made you feel calm, safe and cherished.

“Why?”

His question makes you chew your lip nervously. Why did you want to leave? It doesn’t seem like he wants you gone. But he might still be sleep drunk. But he is asking about you, not about him. But it doesn’t matter what you want.

You can’t stay over and bear the uncomfortable moments of him trying to be polite when he wants his embarrassing one night stand to just leave.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” He asks you, slowly sitting up as he quirks a brow at you.

Stretching his arms up to release the tension in his muscles, the sheet covering him drops to his hips and exposes his toned torso. You gulp at the sight, the heartbeat between your legs intensifying. You don’t know what to say.

Say something, just say something.

Bucky chuckles lowly, the sound triggering butterflies in your belly again and constricting your heart, and climbs over to the edge of the bed, facing you. There he is, three feet away from you and sitting at the edge of the bed in just his boxers as he leans back on his hands and looks up at you while you’re frozen to the spot.

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as he looks you up and down, shamelessly checking you out and drinking you in. This is when you’re starting to suspect the sheet does nothing to hide your body from him.

“Bucky?”

His eyes snap up to yours, the bright morning light shrinking his pupils until all you see is two sky-blue eyes piercing into yours “Hm?”

“I should go… I think.”

“You think so?” He questions and you note the slightly teasing tone, challenging you like he did last night when he caught you in the men’s room. He is testing you, trying to expose you for predicting his thoughts and opinions once again. Trying to call you out on the bullshit that the insecure little voice in your head comes up with.

You hate it. You hate how much room he gives you to screw up. Just as much as you loved him taking control last night, you hate him for handing it back to you now. You want him to send you off and awkwardly explain to you that you’ll never see each other again. That’s what you expect of him.

And he knows it.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” He cocks his head to the side curiously, his dog tags dangling between his pecks as he moves. The way he looks up to you from his seat on the bed, the way he puts himself below you quite literally gives you way too much power. Power you don’t want at all.

He slowly pushes to a stand, his eyes drifting down to stay on yours as he walks over in two small steps. His flesh hand grabs the edge of the sheet wrapped around you, tracing the seam up and down.

“Take off the sheet.”

Clutching your own hands to the fabric over your chest where you secured it tightly, you give him a pleading look, shaking your head faintly. Bucky tries to hide his disappointment and nods slowly, searching your eyes for something you can’t put your finger on.

“Have it your way. But this sheet isn’t keeping me from having my breakfast.”

“Huh?”

Bucky gives you a jaw-dropping smile before sinking to his knees, counting on the fact that you’re still frozen to the spot as he opens the sheet and crawls under it.

Briefly, the thought crosses your mind that there isn’t much he can do with your thighs in the way, but you let out a soft squeal when he grabs one of your thighs and drapes it over his shoulder, your hands flying to his other shoulder and his head to keep your balance as his hands grab a firm hold of your ass.

You don’t get the time to ask what the hell he thinks he’s doing when your feel his soft lips against your folds and you sigh softly. His warm tongue wedges itself between your folds and drags itself up all the way to your clit, the touch of his mouth to your bundle of nerves electrifying you.

When Bucky notices you visibly relax into his frame, he gives you a satisfied hum and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with fervour.

A soft moan escapes your lips and your eyes drift shut, taking in Bucky’s desire to kneel between your legs first thing in the morning like there’s nothing else on his mind. His hot mouth works on you like magic, tongue swirling against you and lips engulfing you before sucking you closer to your impending high.

Your moans become more frequent and you part the sheet to bury your fingers in his chestnut locks and hold onto him for dear life. The feeling of your hands in his hair, tugging softly, eggs him on to feast on you with all the desire he feels in this moment, groaning against you as he drinks up everything you give him.

Hands having abandoned your sheet and your head thrown back in blinding, yet soft pleasure, Bucky smiles against you briefly before grabbing the white, cotton fabric in his hand and giving a light tug, the curtain falling from your body. Before you can protest and protect your modesty, one metal finger glides into you simultaneously with one harsh suck of your clit into his mouth and you keen,your knees wobbling.

Bucky has a firm hold on you, wanting you to feel completely safe to let go of your control one again as he adds another finger and curls them against a spot he realised yesterday is his favourite, because he won’t be far from pulling you apart from here on out.

“Bucky!” You gasp and grind against him.

A low chuckle reverberates through your body from below you and as if magnetic, both of you look at each other at the same time. The intensity of his bright blue eyes on you, his fingers dragging at your insides and his mouth tasting everything you have to offer, brings you so close to the edge, you let out something between a whimper and a sob.

When you start clenching around his fingers and he starts moaning against you more frequently every time you wheeze his name, he starts picking up his pace, his grip on your ass tightening as he desperately works you towards your high. He has completely lost his battle with patience, just wanting you to come apart and having decided he’ll just have you again if he wants to have more of this -which he will.

The knot in your belly tightens so much, you curl over and Bucky’s mouth chases your clit, not removing his mouth from you for a second and groaning against you at the realisation of how close you are.

That is when the tightness bursts apart and you throw your head back, clutching onto him as your orgasm surges through you like hell fire. The moans that drift from your mouth are pleading and praising, Bucky working you through your high generously before pulling away and steadying you.

When your vision reappears again and your breathing steadies slightly, you look down at a pleased man kneeling in front of you. When he catches you blushing again, he jabs at your knees and makes you buckle to the ground and into his arms. Letting out a gasp, he takes advantage of your parted lips and crashes his own onto yours, pulling you into him tightly and grinning mischievously against your lips.

You moan at your own taste and bury your fingers into his hair again, letting him pull you under with him. Laying down onto the ground and making you straddle his hips, you grind your wet core over the bulge straining against his boxers.

With every grind, his grip tightens on your thighs and a grunt pours into your mouth, making you smile against him. Trailing your lips away from him, you attach your mouth to his skin and suckle your way down. His breathing is shallow and ragged as he massages the skin of your thighs.

Letting you drift down his body, his eyes not quite sure what to latch onto, Bucky swallows hard when you look up from your position between his legs, your ass poking out from behind you. Peeling his boxers back, your mouth waters at the sight of him against his taut abdomen.

You lick your lips and close your eyes, flattening your tongue and dragging it up the underside of his hard length before taking him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. Wrapping one hand around his base and working your mouth up and down on him, you flutter your eyes open. The sight of him staring down at you with his pupils blown with lust has you pressing your thighs together harshly, clenching around nothing.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Bucky mutters under his breath, his eyes concentrated on you.

The heavy feel of him in your mouth makes you want to take him deeper and it takes all of Bucky’s will power to drag you off of him, sitting up on the carpet and moving you over his thighs again.

His mouth is on you in seconds, kissing you in a manor so heavy and overwhelming, you whimper against him. Mumbling against your lips, not wanting to pull away for a second, his voice sounds rough “Need to feel you. Now. Fucking now.”

You nod against him breathlessly and lift your hips up above him, your hand wrapping around him before feeling him throb against your palm. Lining him up with your core, Bucky finally manages to pull away, his gaze fixated on where you’re about to connect as you focus your sight on his face. Lowering yourself slowly and letting the tip of him stretch you nicely, you sigh deeply and watch his face contort in pleasure and frustration.

"Good girl." He almost whispers, the words melting through the blur of your hazy thoughts like scolding lava "Put me in. Put me all the way in."

His words sink into your skin and you lose all your composure, deciding this second you’ll follow any fucking order he gives you and lowering yourself until he’s bottomed out and his tip twitches against your deepest wall. Wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his neck, you shudder and let out a long, breathy moan against his skin.

“I know… Fuck, I know.” He grunts and takes a few deep breaths, his large hands stroking up and down your back.

“Bucky, you’re so deep…” You whimper and he cups your face, pulling you from his neck and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Feel good, baby?”

You nod mindlessly and roll your hips slowly over his, a moan erupting from both of you at the friction. His hands guide you over him until you find a rhythm so perfect, you’re nothing but moans, heavy breathing and praises. It’s not long until both of you are sweaty and close, a rush rolling through you every time you clench around him and he gasps for air.

He’s holding you so tightly, you can barely move over him. His lips messily find every inch of skin he can reach, his hands covering the rest. All you can do is accept his generous touches and kisses and let yourself melt into the pleasure. Growing desperate, even though both of you want the pleasure to last as long as possible, your movements quicken and your vocalisations of pleasure turn incoherent.

Bucky tips you onto your back, locking your thighs under his arms. Rolling his hips into you with deep and filling thrusts, your vision starts to blur, your fingers weaving through the fabric of the carpet to dig your nails into something.

“Jesus Christ…” Bucky groans and all you can do is nod in agreement, the throbbing head of him hitting you so deep, your eyes roll away from you.

Bucky watches your face in awe and drives himself so deep with his next thrust, rotating himself against your clit so perfectly, you topple over the edge and arch up completely, your body shaking and convulsing through your high. Letting out a scream of pleasure, you sob his name over and over.

Bucky lets out a string of curses as he thrusts through your high and when your eyes open back up and connect with his, he loses his restraint and releases with one deep thrust into you, burying his face into your neck as he shudders through his high.

Laying on the carpet with him still buried inside of you and both of your sweaty bodies heaving as you catch your breaths, your mind slowly starts working again. But this time you manage to push away that strict voice in your head as Bucky’s praises echo through your brain.

“You were never going to let me leave…” You mutter with a newfound confidence.

Bucky shakes slightly from his chuckles, still resting on top of you and making you feel grounded by the added pressure on top of you.

“Not really. Not without making you come again anyway.” He admits with a voice so casual, it rings danger in your ears.

You sigh deeply and look up at the ceiling. Part of you wants to explain to him how heavy this feels to you, even if he makes it seem so casual. The rest of you wants to bask in the normalcy of someone treating you like a prize and doing that so casually.

Bucky pushes up from the ground and pulls you up with him. Taking a quick peek at your body before giving you a boyish grin, he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips and shoots you a wink.

“Take a shower. I’ll get you some clothes and make us breakfast.”

And that’s it. Now don’t spoil it.

PART THREE

A/N: Because Spill It blew up so fast, I kind of wanted to write another part to it. I love how good it made people feel and I hope to keep doing that too ! Thank you so much for blowing up that post and all your honest and wonderful comments on it. You guys are amazing.

[justathickblackgirl]

Just imaging Reiner being unhealthily obsessed with his chubby black girlfriend and the fact that you’re a squirter.

cw//overstimulation, squirting, my bby is a little aggressive in this 🥹, dirty talk, clit play, light slapping and choking bc he would never hurt us

📝: I am so in love with this man like god help me! this has been stuck in my head for weeks now and I just can’t get over it 😵‍💫

Mans practically worships the ground you walk on and is in love with your body from head to toe! It wasn’t bad enough that you had him wrapped around your finger with just your personality and pretty face, but when you gave him that plump, juicy pussy, that’s when he really became a fool. This reserved, sweet, big ol’ teddy bear of a man turns into a pitiful little puppy dog of a simp when it comes to his woman.

but one night, he’s burrowed over you..legs pinned back so that he has ample room to work. His full body weight pressed firmly into your thick thighs as he keeps you pinned to the jolting and soaked mattress.

“..No running from me tonight, cupcake.. ‘giving you all this dick..”

muttering between heavy breaths and long strokes. Reiner, trying his damndest to maintain his stamina. That fat, pulsating cock is constantly pumping its way through the tight canal of your swollen pussy. A creamy concoction of your arousal was all over his lower half and the bed sheets, making it a beautiful mess. The white mixture slathered down your beautiful almond skin. It was a sensation like none he had ever experienced before..

“Look at that pretty little pussy..so wet f’r me..I love it.”

warm, dripping wet and extremely tight; it melded to him with each thrust..one deeper than the next. But it was what followed that made him mad with passion, lust and pure love..

a splash of clear, urine like liquid showering him after a solid five minutes of pounding into you. When he felt that sudden twitch and the force of your palms against him, he had no other choice but to halt and when he did, he got to witness the waterworks first hand.

that shit was so sexy to him…and with his dick still nestled deep inside nonetheless. You couldn’t ever get rid of him now! Even if you wanted..but that dick was way too good to even consider such a thing.

“Fuck..that’s so hot, baby..you have to do it again..”

he enjoyed it so much in fact, that he made you do it twice now. Squirting: he had heard about it but to experience and make his girl do it hit completely different.

Along with the sound of the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall, pitiful cries and gravelly grunts..as well as the smacking of drenched skin colliding created the atmosphere in the room.

it drove him crazy seeing the soft plumpness of your lower half collide with his toned v-line and abs. Not only that, his heavy, full balls are slapping vehemently against your needy hole.

your eyes practically fighting to stay in the front of your head but the way he was digging in your spot, placing his claim on it..that was impossible! Those fat, thick lips covering the pretty pink insides of your sore little cunt were practically swallowing the sensitive red tip of his dick.

for an inkling of a moment, you manage to raise your hands to his chiseled stomach, trying to get him to pause momentarily.

“..daddy.. ‘s, too much..gotta stop.”

the quiet shrill barely making it out of your mouth after what was probably your third induced orgasm.

unfortunately for you, the pathetic pleading only adds fuel to his ever growing fire of passion. It’s only when he pulls back for a split second do you catch a break but only to examine the aftermath of his work thus far.

suddenly, you hear a chuckle and see him lean down to gently stroke your face. The loving brush is followed by slow, deep tongue kisses that made you clamp up yet again.

“..not gonna happen, darling.”

the sight of those legs trembling uncontrollably, your pudgy stomach splayed in your own cum and your tongue hanging out..he couldn’t help but be proud. For a moment, those rough hands groped your soft, round tits..

that’s when he pushed himself back in and wasted no time stimulating you yet again. Deep, plunging strokes; one right after the next filled your womb and you could feel it in the pit of your tummy as well.

it felt so fucking good!..your legs were as good as useless right now so he doubled back and curled them up himself so he had full reign. Your quivering little spot was getting beat up but in the best way.

it was very overwhelming for him and he didn’t know what to do with himself! As you clutched him tighter, Reiner decided to lightly clutch your throat. He could tell you liked that and it really pushed him further.

his pace was rough; fast, short thrusts and each one stabbing at your center.

“Right there! Fuck..I’m gonna come, baby.. ‘gonna cum so hard for you..”

you better had been able to back that claim up because he was going to hold you to it in a second. Lubing the already saturated folds with his saliva, he’d press his thumb to your clit and massage tiny circles onto the bud.

he hit his final stride and it was if he were trying to put you through the bed! Those heavy grunts became louder as he got directly in your face, cooing for you to come. That sloppy little cunt was barely even containing him at this point..it was slipping out so he knew it was time.

“..you know what I want..do it for me, baby..squirt all over this fucking cock.”

after only a couple more aiding strokes, he’d massage that clit rapidly and bring you to your peak shortly after. Your breath caught for a moment before releasing a loud cry along with a stream of sweet arousal.

“Oh God! Yes, I’m coming! I’m fucking coming..”

just as he desired, that sticky rain splattered everywhere in the line of fire. The sight was one to behold. And from the position you were folded up in, some even managed to catch your face and abdomen.

when you finally spilled your last drop, it was as if you flatlined and fainted; only slightly twitching afterwards. Reiner was utterly impressed and at a lost for words. Watching you do that broke him and he’d jerk himself in his palm; spilling a warm, gooey nut onto your thighs and stomach simultaneously.

that was game over for the both of you and he’d fall by your side to revel in the afterglow.

“..hey, look at me.” he’d beckon with a finger underneath your chin. He’d lightly tap the side of your cheek to bring you back to consciousness and when he did, your eyes would meet.

it amazed him how you managed to look so beautiful even in the most vulnerable moments. Bringing your face closer, Reiner slid his tongue into your mouth and you’d make out passionately.

“You did so fucking good, cupcake..that’s my good girl..”

cooing softly in a whisper that made you feel so babied.

for now, you couldn’t move a muscle. Your body and mind were stuck in that place of blissful ecstasy neither of you wanted to come out of.

the sheets, each other’s skin..all soaked in that beautiful mess you made. He was officially hooked on you now and there was no way he’d ever give this up.

this amazing gift was all for him and no one else..forever and always.

[justathickblackgirl]

Hello! Are you perhaps taking requests? If you don't, please ignore this. If you do, can you please make a kaiser x chubby reader? I noticed that there's no many fanfictions with him. I just finished all of them 😭

A DEITY'S CHOSEN ONE

MICHAEL KAISER X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── god complex, markings

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ in which michael kaiser chose you.

many things michael kaiser is—but never the soft one. he commands everyone in his presence. makes the strongest crumble at their feet. people follow him, worship him even. that what makes michael kaiser is.

despite that, he never shielded himself let alone brace for falling for a woman like you and he convinces himself he is not. you were drawn to him like anybody else and it's his job to take care of you.

you were his chosen one.

he choose you as his. to serve at his feet. worship him and sing with his name with all your devotion. he's playing god and he's closer to being one. he deserves it and what makes it even sweeter, it was you who was doing it—and just like any other devotee he decided to reward you for being his.

“michael...” his name coming out from your lips like a nightingale. he stares at his reflection in the mirror, eyes darting to yours where his lovely woman is close to being bare. the strap of your top falling down in your shoulder. showing the soft expanse of your skin. chest and neck bare for his eyes to feast while his hand in your jaw to meet his gaze.

you were not his type. nonexistent collarbones and all, there should be bones or any signs of being an equal to him to exist. a perfection to be decided by him and you're nothing at all from the previous women he dated. with their perfect sculpted face structures, thigh gaps and flat stomach. skin that had never known the existence of stretch marks and scars. hadn't touch by flaws and while he gazes at your eyes with the color of the earth, it pulls him close. trying to understand what it's like to be flawed and michael kaiser is everything but not flawed.

presented to him with a round stomach that hands, riddled with stretch marks, thighs that touch and jiggle everytime you walk and a round face he's squishing right now. you were imperfect and michael hadn't seen anything like you but you were a good one. so decided what a god would to his favored one.

his lips trails to your cherubic cheeks then to your soft jaw and to your neck. soft lips into soft flesh and you were divine to begin with. the bountiful flesh that you hold, blessed with abundance for him to hold and to ravish to his heart's desire.

sucking the skin with fervor that it leaves you gasping and calling for his name. not daring to touch him, nor pull at his blonde hair with streaks of blue, the color of sky at the ends of it. holding out to his arm while he marks you as his.

“that's a good girl.” he whispers, praising you for being prepared at what he gives and you take it all. it boosts his ego so much that he'll fuck you without a second thought. pressed your face in the mirror, fingers tangled to your hair while he ruts deep inside you. filling you up with his seed that it'll bless you with life inside you.

you could feel him smile at your skin. heat pooling at the pit of your stomach while your arousal soaked through your panties. you know he could feel it. your body trembles at the things he can do to you.

so needy. he can get to it later. succumbing to your earthly desires but there's one thing he should do mark you as his for everyone to see that you truly belonged to him.

teeth sinks to the flesh of your neck where your pulse beats and a breathless whine following from you. a harsh suck and a bite. a bruise blooming in where he marked you. that's a sight to behold.

his rose-tattooed arm moves to squeeze the supple flesh in your chest and then to your stomach until it reaches to your aching heat. cupping it with his large hand and there's a low growl in his throat followed by a chuckle at your reaction. breath turning shallow at his hand holding your heat. it was clear as the day. the rose in the back of his palm in your center and you know what's going to happen next and you spread your thighs wider to accommodate him.

what a good thing you are. he praises you in his mind. fit to serve him for the rest of his days.

you really are his chosen one.