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Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Summary: A lazy afternoon with fingering courtesy of Chris Evans.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader/You

Warnings: Fingering and Squirting

Author Note: First time writing a Chris Evans fic! I am nervous because it’s been easily two years since I last wrote anything. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this though. No beta, only myself proof reading! 

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An early summer breeze blew through the open patio doors. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon after a day of cleaning the house. You both shucked off your clothes after a shower and proceeded to lay around naked in bed until dinner time. 

 You and Chris are lying on your sides, facing each other. Chris has his arms tightly around you as he pulls you up into his body. He peppers kisses on your cheeks, lips and forehead. You wrap your arms around his shoulders while he slides his leg between yours. You feel his eyelashes graze your jaw as his lips slowly descend your neck, making your squirm. 

“I love feeling your body against mine”, He says as he nips at the base of your neck, “We fit perfectly together.��� 

Chris slides his hands from around your back to grab your hips and grind you harder on his leg. 

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝑫𝑫/𝑳𝑮 & 𝑴𝑫/𝑳𝑩 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝑫/𝑳𝑮 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝑫/𝑳𝑩 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔. 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑶𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝟏𝟖+ ♡

𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝟔, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 ↠ "𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏" 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

* indicates smut.

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 || 𝒌𝒐-𝒇𝒊

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

* Daddy 101

Summary: What Steve is like as a daddy.

Sick Days

Summary: Daddy Steve taking care of his sick little.

* Ride of Your Life

Summary: Little!Reader struggling to ride Daddy!Steve

Discipline

Summary: A peak into Daddy Steve’s stern side.

Tender Loving

Summary: Soft moments with Daddy Steve.

Oops

Summary: How Daddy Steve reacts when you get hurt.

Endearment

Summary: Daddy Steve comforting his stressed little.

𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

Bad Day

Summary: No one messes with Daddy Bucky’s little and gets away with it.

* Atonement

Summary: Daddy Bucky spanks you with his metal arm.

Falling Autumn

Summary || You and Steve fight over your coveted prize; your daddy's hoodie.

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚

Second Guesses

Summary: Steve and Bucky have quite busy lately, leaving their little second guessing her place in their lives.

* Repercussions

Summary: A reckless mistake on a mission leaves one of your daddies absolutely furious while the other does his best to vouch for you. But when Steve Rogers is angry, he cannot be stopped.

False Alarm

Summary: Your daddies return home early from a mission unexpectedly. Your fight or flight instincts are triggered, and the two super soldiers are not in for a warm welcome.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

* Gilded

Summary: Daddy Thor comes home bearing gifts.

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐�� 𝑫𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆

Adoration

Summary: Immense stress causes you to slip into little space. Daddy Ransom is always there to catch you.

Sweater Weather

Summary: Daddy Ransom absolutely loves it when you wear his sweaters.

𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓

I Spy

Summary: Daddy Andy and his little play detective.

Red Handed

Summary: What was supposed to be a fun time letting loose with your friends and some weed spiraled into the complete opposite of your expectations.

POV

Summary: Your eyesight has progressively worsened, leaving you no choice but to resort to glasses. Your daddy helps you adjust to your new world. You know, cause you could hardly even see it in the first place.

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍

My One

Summary: While attending a business dinner with Henry, an old flame of his makes it her mission to make your night miserable. Your daddy assures you that you are his one.

𝐌𝐃/𝐋𝐁 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

Little Cap 101

Summary: What Steve is like as a little.

Cupid’s Bow

Summary: Your little plans the sweetest Valentine’s day for the two of you.

Falling Autumn

Summary || You and Steve fight over your coveted prize; your daddy's hoodie.

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆!𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚

Candy Hearts

Summary: Your Valentine’s day is twice as sweet.

Heartbeats in Tandem

Summary: Your boys aren’t going to be the only babies in your life, and boy do they feel some type of way about it.

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Sebastian Stan Masterlist

w/ Characters

Most recent at the top.

Last Updated: August 5th, 2021

One Shots

Bass (HalfSister!Reader)

Summary: your older brother picks you up from ballet.

Couch Cuddles (Wife!Reader)

Summary: your little one finds her dad asleep on the couch. Fluff.

Drummer Boy

Summary: for his latest role, he’s gotten into drumming.

Back Home (Dad!Sebastian)

Summary: Sebastian comes home from a long day of traveling. Fluff.

Ryba (Russian!Reader)

Summary: you and your husband go on a hike. Fluff.

Charlie Brown (Wife!Reader)

Summary: you have a heart transplant and you wake up to your husband. Fluff.

Tomorrow Today (College Student/Pregnant!Reader)

Summary: he comes home to find you awake and not asleep like you should be. Fluff.

Rough Day (Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: after finding his girlfriend in bed with another, Sebastian is down in the dumps but thankfully you and your little girl come to his rescue. Fluff.

Returning The Favor (Rich Girl!Reader)

Summary: after realizing you’ve been taken advantage of your friendship with Sebastian, you’ve decided to spoil him like he does with you. Fluff. Slight angst.

Pictures (Soldier!Reader)

Summary: Sebastian is at a children’s hospital meeting kids and signing toys. He meets a very interesting little guy. Fluff.

Warm Me Up (Actress!Reader)

Summary: you’re cold. Sebastian isn’t. Fluff.

Hide & Seek (Wife!Reader)

Summary: A game of hide and seek is played in the Late Late Show studio. Fluff.

Series

None as of right now.

Other Characters

>Bucky Barnes

On-Call Room (Doctor AU)

Summary: Dr. Barnes pages you to an on-call room. Fluff.

Surgical Pals (Doctor AU)

Summary: you finally reunite with your husband after spending six months in Switzerland learning from the best in your field. A/n: might be renamed.

Later (Rockstar!Bucky)

Summary: Bucky gets to revisit the past after finding an unrecorded song in a journal from high school his mother kept. A/n: might be the start of a new series.

Sweepies (Gamer!Bucky)

Summary: in the middle of his stream, his daughter comes into the room.

Plus One (Army Vet!Bucky x Famous!Reader)

Summary: your husband finally joins you on the red carpet. Fluff.

Off Shift (Doctor!Bucky)

Summary: your roommate comes home after a long shift.

White Roses (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky catches the bouquet and he doesn’t want it.

Finally Home (Soldier!Bucky)

Summary: Bucky comes home from deployment. Fluff.

Impromptu Haircut (Gamer!Bucky)

Summary: Bucky Mulan’s it with his hair. Fluff.

Professor (Professor!Bucky)

Summary: newly transferred to your husband’s school, you’ve already made some friends. However, they don’t know that you’re married to the hot professor. Fluff.

Reporter (Fame AU)

Summary: A red carpet interview turns out great for the blue eyed reporter. Fluff.

Little One (Werewolf AU)

Summary: it’s Bucky’s first shift after HYDRA. Fluff.

Seatbelts (Pregnant!Reader)

Summary: you and Bucky go out for a late night drive. Fluff. Cliffhanger at the end.

Your Soulmate 1 & 2 (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Everyone loses something. It goes to their soulmate to keep safe. Kinda angsty. Fluff.

Warm & Fuzzy Feeling (Firefighter AU)

Summary: You want to decorate your house this Christmas and out do your neighbor but work gets in the way. Fluff. Also my first fic on this site.

>Stucky

Darlin’ (Preserum!Steve)

Summary: it’s just you and Steve… and Bucky.

>Lance Tucker

That Tattoo (Girlfriend!Reader)

Summary: you finally see Lance Tucker’s beloved tattoo. Fluff.

Winter Sucks (Snowboarder!Reader)

Summary: Lance meets you and he’s an asshole to you. Fluff.

>Chris Beck

Simp (Astronaut!Reader)

Summary: Mark Watney wasn’t the only one who go stuck on Mars. You were too. But you both are back with the crew. Fluff.

Main Masterlist

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Masterlist: Chris Evans Headcanons + Drabbles

* denotes smut/18+

Teaching Chris “yoga poses”

Chris seeing your tattoo the first time

Morning quickie *

Handsy Chris

Getting overwhelmed around Chris’ friends

Sleepy night in with Chris

Chris x partner with Dyslexia

Christmas proposal

Chris playing the piano for you

Chris assuring you he loves you despite your body insecurity

Using Chris as a pillow / Cuddling him like a koala

Chris comforting you while you’re on your period

Trying for a baby

Chris x artist!reader

NSFW headcanons (FWB edition) *

Being Chris’ date to a wedding

Chris with a daughter

Chris silently saying “I love you”

Chris supporting partner during quarantine

Chris calming partner after a bad work interaction

Chris helping partner through work meeting nerves

Chris x partner with Bipolar Disorder

Chris x partner with ADHD

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Lee Bodecker x Pregnant!Female Reader

@jack-skellingtons-stuff, you pretty much gave me free rein here, and I just ran with it. I saw ‘sensitive nipples’ and this just wouldn’t go away. I hope you like it!

Prompts for this one were: overstimulation, ‘I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive’, and ‘We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?’ I adjusted these slightly to fit the story, and Lee’s strong, southern drawl. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, very mild daddy kink, overstimulation, mild lactation kink, fingering, vaginal sex. 18+.

Word Count: 1.2k

He was insatiable, hands barely ever off you since your belly had started to swell. Your breasts were swollen, his attention solely focused on your blossoming curves for weeks now, soft praises and sweet nothings whispered into your ear at any given opportunity.

Your pregnancy had well and truly turned Lee soft, and you couldn’t get enough of his affections.

“God darlin’, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He crooned, his stubbled cheek grazing against the column of your throat as his fingertips danced across your aching nipples, you areolas darker now. “Never seen anythin’ as perfect as you like this.”

He’d woken you from your slumber, his tongue hot against the flesh of your inner thigh, cunt already leaking with the evidence of your prominent arousal. You’d been constantly throbbing for his touch lately, your hormones a mess, thighs clenching in desperate need each time you got a whiff of his strong cologne.

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Vanilla

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - So.... um 🥺 don't @ me, I just read this hc for Steve's cummies somewhere and don't this fic take it too seriously lol! This is part 7 of my donut series but it's mostly porn.

Summary - You try to solve the mystery of why Steve tastes so sweet.

Warnings - 18+only please, smut(m/f), daddy kink, stalking.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 3.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“Say it again,” he slapped your sore ass, looking down at where your bodies were joined, his cock slipping in and out of your heat, covered in your arousal - only fueling his arousal.

“Oh!” you jerked forward, taken aback by the harsh slap, swallowing your saliva, because yes he was fucking you so good you were literally drooling, “Daddy.” You choked on a moan.

He couldn’t help it, as soon as he heard it - for the third time today, he burst inside of you. Filling you up to the brim, thrusting till he had nothing left to give you.

He laid on your back, panting in the crook of your neck, “How was that, doll?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

“Oh, I have no words,” you replied, your voice muffled into the pillow.

He pulled away from you, slowing pulling his cock out of you, smiling at the low whine you gave him.

He pressed on the middle of your back, to arch your hips up to him so he could see more of your puffy lips and ass - which he had spanked as punishment for you being late and making him worry. Did that even count as punishment? Now he was worried you might do it again, just to get ‘punished'.

He blew some cool air on your pussy, delighted in the way you shuddered as he pressing his fingers to your clit. He had made you come a few times but he wanted to pull another one, and then you had to go and call him that again, in that sweet angelic voice of yours.

“No, daddy,” you pulled away from him, “I’m so tired and sore,” looking at him over your shoulder with your big doe eyes, “no more.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I know you had a long day.” Kissing your cunt one last time, he pulled his hand away, “You worked so hard today,” he caressed your sore feet.

You hissed loudly, “Oof! Nope, don’t do that. I've got shoe bite. I mean sure heels look good but God at what cost?”

“Why did you wear them in the first place?” he asked, smoothing a hand over the curve of your ass.

“Because they look good, Steve!” you yelled.

He lightly pinched your thigh, “You’re in no place to show me attitude tonight, young lady.”

And you would’ve had a smart ass retort ready for him, but you were already half asleep. You felt him move behind you, to get off of the mattress.

Laying on your back you stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back. Clean you up and then cuddle you to sleep.

It was the same routine every time. He’d usually spend over an hour getting you ready with his mouth and fingers, manhandle you and then fuck you into the mattress. You simply... took it.

Well, what else were you supposed to do?

You dipped your fingers to your core, gathering some of his seed in them before bringing them up to your lips - to see what freedom and patriotism tasted like. Your tongue coming out, giving your fingers a kitten lick and it tasted oh so sweet. Like actually sweet, as sweet as vanilla frosting.

What the fuck? Is cum supposed to taste sweet? Is there something wrong with your taste buds? You licked at it again just so you were sure.

And it’s still sweet.

You wondered if it’s the flavor of the lube. But it was the first time he hadn’t used lube on you. Your pussy had gotten somewhat used to his monster cock by now. As used to as it can get to a cock that big.

“What’s wrong?” you jolted when you heard his voice, back from the bathroom, a wash cloth in his hand, his dick already half hard. Closing your legs and hiding your wet fingers on instinct, you didn’t want to get caught doing something so indecent and downright dirty.

Shaking your head, “Nothing. What would be wrong?” you laughed nervously.

He hummed, nudging your knees apart to run the wet washcloth between your legs, it was a ritual of sorts, he seemed to love looking at your fucked out pussy - and although you’d never admit it you loved it as well.

He needed the routine and some sort of normalcy and control in a world this confusing - it was nice to try something new with you but he hoped some things never change.

“Are you hurt? I know I got a bit carried away there...” he said scratching the back of his head.

“No!” You smacked your forehead. You’ll have to come clean or like the sweet fool he is, he’ll keep second guessing himself. “It’s just... Steve, your cum is - so...so... sweet,” you stuttered as your cheeks heat up.

“What?” A blush creeps up his neck as he throws away the towel, blinking to make sure he heard you right.

“I just, uh, tasted it. And it’s sweet, well not really sweet but more like subdued sweet. God, am I making sense?”

He frowned, “You’ve had a long day. It’s time for bed now, come on.”

Switching the lights off, he spoons you from behind and kissing you goodbye and telling you how much he loved you.

He loved making love to you. It was one of his favorite things to do now. But absolutely nothing made him more embarrassed than talking actually have to talk about it.

Maybe in that way he was the prudish virgin Tony had made him out to be.

“Hmm,” he stared at his phone, to a recipe of fajitas he had taken upon himself to cook for you since you were craving some and still nursing your bruised feet. “I don’t know about this...” he said more to himself than you. Dumping two tablespoons of paprika, he wasn’t immune to hot food like you. “They didn’t really have such variety of cuisine back in my day.”

He was working in the kitchen while you were watching tangled - he had seen the film with you at least thrice now. He could feel your eyes boring into his back.

He turned to his side to see what you needed, to tell you to have a little patience, that dinners almost ready no need to stare daggers into his back.

You whipped your head back to the television screen as soon as you were caught staring, he could hear your heart hammering against your chest.

Letting his phone down for now, he joined you on the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, my little minx?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair.

“Um, nothing,” you shrugged. “Do you need any help?” Still not looking at him.

“If you don’t tell me, then you’ll have to eat plain oatmeal for dinner.” He threatened.

“What?!” you finally look at him, “No!”

“And I’ll eat those delicious fajitas by myself.”

“No!” you squirmed as he tightened his grip on you. “You’re so mean, Steve!” You gave him a fake pout, hoping to garner some sympathy.

“Better tell me what you wanted to say then, doll,” he booped your cute scrunched up nose with his finger.

“Fine then! Uh, I was wondering, if you’d do something for me...” you bit your lip, looking down at your lap.

“Anything, sweets.”

“Okay, so, how do I say this? Well, answer a question first.”

“Alright.”

“Why don’t you ever make me, no that doesn’t sound right,” you shook your head, “why don’t you ever let me go down on you?”

“What?” he blurted. “Uh... well, I just need you to know that I respect you.”

“I know that,” you met his blue eyes, with his cheeks tinted pink and his blond brows furrowed, you were reminded yet again of just how handsome he was. “but you go down on me so like, does that mean I don’t respect you?”

He rubbed a hand over his face, he had wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock more than anything in this world. But -“I just never wanted to make you feel like you HAVE to do something. I know it might not be an easy thing to do.” he confessed. Maybe talking about sex isn’t that hard.

“Aw, Stevie,” you cooed, pinching his cheeks, “that is so sweet of you!”

Or maybe talking about sex wasn’t so hard because it’s you he’s talking to. You wouldn’t ever judge him or make fun of him.

He smiled at you, “Not sweet at all. I’m doing what any normal boyfriend would do.”

You scoffed, “Your bar for normal boyfriends is waaay too high.”

“There maybe some truth to that. Anyway, what is it that you wanted?”

“Oh, okay so, I’m just going to say it.” You cleared your throat. “Steve, I need to suck your dick.”

“Huh?” he stared at you, completely dumbfounded.

“Mm-hm. I need to... check something, for science. Preferably now, I shouldn’t do anything sexual after burritos. Wait, are you making burritos or fajitas?”

“I’m going to go back to cooking while you watch the movie and then we both go to sleep,” he was about to get up but you wrapped yourself around his bicep.

Looking at him with your Disney eyes, your bottom lip quivering, your eyes glistening, “Please?” you asked in a small voice.

“I - I’m a lot stronger than you, princess. I don’t want to hurt you.” But he could already feel his resolve crumbling.

“You won’t. You could never hurt me - even if you tried.” You didn’t wait for an answer, letting go of his arm and falling to your knees before him.

“You can barely take it in your pussy, pup,” he scoffed, “Why are you so eager to do it anyway?” he let out a shaky breath as you start palming him over his sweats.

“I told you! I’m curious and I just, I don’t know, don’t want you to think I’m a starfish.”

He helped you out by lifting his hips up, taking off his briefs, you stared at his hard cock in awe.

As ‘macho' as Steve pretended to be, you knew just how insecure he could be. He barely ever let you look at it, let alone touch it. You wrapped your hand around it, giving him a few firm strokes, your mouth watering at the precum leaking out of his bulbous head.

“What’s a Starfish?” he groaned, throwing his head back over the couch.

You ignored his question, “Stevie, I’ve never done this before... I don’t know what to do.” You stopped your ministrations - looking up at him for further instructions.

“Don’t you worry about that, puppy,” you scrunched your nose at the new petname, it was because of the faux puppy eyes you often made at him to get your way, which you almost always did. “I’ll tell you what to do and guide you, will you be good and listen?”

You nodded as he smeared his tip all over your lips and cheek. He let out a shaky exhale, here he had a pretty girl for him to do whatever he wanted with, who’d follow all his orders, your mouth glistening with his seed he burst there but he decided to think of something else.

Think of boring charity galas, think of missions...

“Open up, sweetheart,” he tapped his tip on your lips, you followed, opening as wide as you could as he pushed in. He shut his eyes, revelling in the warmth of your wet mouth, “Just relax your throat, that’s right,” he groaned as he touched the back of your throat.

He looked down at you, “I’m not even halfway in and you’re completely stuffed,” he tutted, smoothing a hand over your hair.

He let out pornographic moan as you swallowed around him, he let go of your head when you tried to pull away, panting and trying to catch your breath you wiped your mouth with the back of your back, “Was that okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he caressed your face as you leaned into his hand.

“Okay,” you smiled.

Moving his hand to the back of your head, he manoeuvred your face to his sac, “Don’t forget the balls, doll. Suck on them,” he instructed as you wrapped your mouth around it, “like a popsicle. You like popsicles right?”

You nodded, since you couldn’t speak what with your mouth full. Suckling on his sac as hard as you could, it was sloppy but he seemed to be enjoying it so you kept on going, until he brought you up to stuff his cock back in your mouth.

You did what he asked for, relaxing your throat so you could take a bit more of him, his hands on your face bobbing it up and down his cock.

“Eyes up here, princess,” he moaned, “I need you look at me. Look at what you do to me.”

How only you could wreck him like that.

Your lashes fluttering as you looked up at him through your hooded eyes. Your cheeks heating up because you felt so vulnerable like that. With your eyes tearing up and swollen you didn’t think you looked the best either.

“So pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he mused, his hold on your jaw tightening as he felt himself on the edge of his end.

You hummed, your could feel your cunt dripping because of the praise, clenching your thighs together to create some friction, you tried your best to take more of him.

He pulled your mouth off of him, running a hand through his messy hair, “Where do you want it, pup?” he asked.

“In my mouth.” You said in such a sweet tone, looking at him with your big and innocent eyes.

And he immediately pushed his leaking head back in your mouth because he knew he’d come then and there.

Holding onto the back of your head he rutted his hips up in your mouth a few times before filling it with his cum.

He let go of you, resting his back on the couch he tried to catch his breath as you slid his cock out of your mouth. Propping your chin up on his knee and waiting for him to call you his good girl and tell you how he loves you more than anything else in this world.

He held onto your jaw with his palm, “You did so good, doll... did you swallow all of it?” he wanted to know.

You opened your mouth up to show him, lifting up your tongue for good measure, “Everything you gave me, daddy.” You cooed as he pushed some of his spilled cum from the corner of your lips in your mouth. “It was sweet, a bit like vanilla or cream. Maybe the serum made it sweet? I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I just know that I like it.”

With your hair messy, your lips and eyes so swollen, you looked utterly fucked out. He couldn’t help but get hard again.

“Come here, doll,” he pulled you up into his arms, snaking a hand up your nightie, pulling your panties down he worked you up with his fingers, swallowing your moans with his lips as he kissed you. “Think you can take my cock now? I can’t wait anymore,” he said against your lips as you nodded, straddling his lap.

He chuckled at your attempts of sinking down on him and riding him, “You can sort of take it in your mouth now, sweetheart, but you’re still too small to ride daddy.” He mocked you, flipping you both over till you were on your back.

You huffed, puffing out your cheeks, “Mean Stevie.”

He pursed his lips as you turned your head away from him, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Some other day maybe,” because he just couldn’t bear you being mad at him.

He fucked you till you were clenching around him, begging him to never stop and then he filled you up as he always does even though you asked him to come in your mouth again.

“It’s just nice to do it in your pussy, doll,” he said, pulling his cock out and then kneeling on the floor, he settled himself between your legs.

“What?! Guys don't do that, Steve! No!” you gasped and squirmed, kicking your legs, pushing his head away. “Not after sex, no!”

“I need to see for myself what it is you’re going on about, and how would you know that?” he quirked a brow, “only I’ve ever done this before, right?”

“My friends! They told me,” you heaved, his mouth dangerously close to your sore, fucked cunt.

“You talk about sex with your friends? he smirked, lips curling up in an amusement. What do you say? About me - about us,” His tongue peaking out to give your leaking entrance a kitten lick.

“Oh, you shuddered, I... um... I told them all about your monster cock! How it's so big and well, insatiable.”

He hummed, “And what did they say? Lapping you up.”

He had to agree, his spend had much of a sweet aftertaste than yours but it was kind of 'meh' for him. He was much more hungry for yours. There was something special about it, to get to drink up your intimate juices. He knew no one else had tasted them, maybe not yourself either, and no one else will ever have the pleasure to.

“Well, uh,” your mind struggled to come up with words, your cheeks heating up because of the lewd squelching noises his mouth was making. “They... were jealous. “Because none of their boyfriends or um,” frowning because none of them had boyfriends, they were just hook ups or guys they were 'hanging out' with, “I swear I bagged the last good man alive.” you wondered out loud.

“Hm?” He looked up at you in confusion, his blond brows furrowing so cutely.

Propping yourself on your elbows, “I didn't tell them about the uh, daddy thing and, spanking because they know who you are and if word gets out, well you know...”

“My girl's so smart and considerate,” kissing the top of your hood before wrapping his mouth around your clit.

“Yeah so, Stacey was like you have bde so she isn't surprised.”

“Bde?”

“Big - ” you laid back on the mattress, covering your mouth to stiffle your giggles, “big dick energy.”

“What does that mean?” he asked because wrapping his mouth around your clit, intent on not letting you go till he makes you come at least once more.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like... you just seem like someone who has a big dick. But like a metaphorical dick. A real one in this context though... oh fuck,” you couldn’t really form any words as your brain turned mushy. Your body spasming as you gushed all over his mouth.

“What the fuck is this?!” Linda, your lovely boss, screamed her head off. Attracting the curious gaze of your coworkers but they knew better than to interfere - not wanting to get in the middle of the crossfire.

“It’s my two weeks notice. That’s what my contract says, I have to give a two weeks notice before...”

“Before resigning, I know! Just a few months ago you were begging to keep this job...” she ranted on, waving your letter around, but you stopped listening.

“I just think, my talents would be useful elsewhere. Where they are actually appreciated,” you spit. You knew you should know better than to depend on a man but Steve had promised to take care of you, you truly couldn’t handle anymore of this job.

“What talents? All you do is enter numbers in a spreadsheet.” she scoffed.

You both turned your heads over to the front of the shop, some sort of commotion going on, people cheering and yelling...

“What the hell is going on out there?” she stomped on to the front and you followed after her - just out of curiosity.

“Oh my god!” you heard her yell before you saw him, his hand draped over the cash counter, his hand around a woman taking a selfie of them together, loitering around as if he owns the place.

“Iron man,” Linda exhaled, shaking his hand, “It’s I am such a fan! Gold is my favorite color,” she blushed at something Tony said.

You stood behind the counter, “Hey there, umm.... Mister Stark, Tony?”

“Oh don’t worry, Iron Mans fine,” he waved you off, clicking a few more pictures with Linda.

You laughed nervously, hoping he was joking, “What brings you here?”

He finally asked Linda to excuse you both, turning his attention to you, “Long time no see, how have you been?” his lips curling up in a wide grin.

“I’m, uh, great. How are you?” your frowned. “You came down here just to ask me that?”

“I have to try those donuts, since I didn’t get to last time.”

“Right,” you nodded, “I’m sorry about that - ”

“Oh, don’t you worry, it’s Capsicle’s fault, he always sucks the fun out of everything.” Shaking his head as he admonished who you assumed was your boyfriend.

“You mean Steve?”

“Who else would I be talking about,” he shrugged, “you know because he was frozen like a Capsicle for seventy years...”

“Yeah no, I got it.”

“He never told me you were the one making the delivery.” He said, observing the desserts through the display glass.

“Wait what?” you frowned again, “then how did you find out I worked here?”

“Didn’t take a lot of digging, I’ll take the matcha donuts,” he pointed to them.

“That is so creepy,” you murmured.

“What? Creepy? Me? I’m just protecting my team, I’m like their godfather. And preparing you, you’ll thank me someday.”

“Preparing me for what?” you scoffed.

“Everyone is going to be ‘creeping' in on you now,” he made little air quotes with his fingers, “You’re dating Captain America.”

You cursed him a couple of times before going into the back to do your work. To frustrated to even be the same vicinity as him. You still didn’t know what he wanted with you.

You decided to go home early that evening. Your boss was pleased with you for bringing in so much business.

Walking as you usually do, your earbuds on as you listened to Etta James. You had taken an effort to broaden your musical horizons for Steve.

Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about how hungry you were, maybe you’d make a snack when you get home and how the song is perfect to slow dance to with someone you love, so you wouldn’t have noticed the man following you.

But you did - Steve had asked you to be more vigilant - seeing him in a mirror at first. He was unusual but you didn’t think twice about it but after seeing him again you knew he was up to no good.

Clutching your phone close to your chest, you thought of what you could do next. You couldn’t text Steve - he was away on a mission. And you certainly didn’t have enough courage to look back and confirm your suspicions or see if you’re just being paranoid.

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I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are could you maybe do a daddy stucky with a really clingy reader. Like the avengers with there littles are having a small bbq and maybe the other littles ask reader to play with them but they just shy away and cling to their daddies and end up sitting with the grown ups.

Okay so I love this ask, a lot, but I wanted to add a few more Littles which is quite hard, because they’re not so many MCU people who I would see as Little, so I’ve decided to include Thor this time and his Little is Loki, some would argue that they’re brothers, but they aren't, and I’ve read lots of little fics where Thor and Loki have been paired together as a romantic couple, obviously if you don’t like that then don’t read this ask, but they aren't a key feature of this fic, and the focus will of course be on Stucky and Reader. 

That was a lot of information, but I’m just trying to cover my ass!!

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“No, Daddy.” you whine, when Bucky tries to set you in your seat of the car.

“Baby, you have to sit in your seat.” Bucky chuckles, kissing your cheeks, before setting you in your seat, and strapping you in. 

“Jus wan tu ‘uddle.” You pouted, holding onto Bucky’s t-shirt, as he tried to shut the door. 

“Don’t be silly, munchkin, Uncle Tony and Uncle Stephen are having a BBQ, you’re gonna have so much fun with Peter and Wanda.” Bucky cooed, softly detaching you from his shirt, and setting it on MooMoo.

Bucky shut the door, and climbed into the passenger seat, whilst Steve was already sat in the drivers side. 

“Do you want to listen to Jungle Book, sweetie?” Steve looks at you through the mirror, and he just sees your slouching figure, as you fiddle with MooMoo’s dangly legs. 

“Honey, Daddy asked you a question?” Bucky glanced back at you, but you just shrugged, staring out the window. 

“It’s okay, maybe she’ll cheer up a bit when she sees the others.” Steve sighs, turning the car over, before pulling out of the driveway. 

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Your mood did not improve despite your Daddy’s earlier predictions. The car pulled into the drive way Uncle Tony and Uncle Stephen’s house. You picked at a thread of your black gingham dress, you flapped your hand slightly, when the frilly sleeves tickled your face slightly, and the frown that was on your face at the start of your drive, still remained, once Steve parked.

“You ready grumpy bunny?” Steve jested, opening your door, and unbuckling your seat. You just reached for Steve to pick you up, which he did, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Can you to give me a little smile?”

“No.” you grumble into his shoulder, clutching MooMoo in one hand, as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

Bucky gives Steve a look, as he over hears your conversation. He rings the doorbell, and it takes three or four more rings, before Tony eventually comes to the door. 

“Sorry about that, couldn’t hear the bell from the yard.” Tony chuckles, as he gives Bucky a hug, and Steve a sort of awkward side hug, being mindful of you, “Hey Little Miss, how are we today?”

You give Tony a shy smile, before hiding in Steve’s neck, as you continue to cling to him. 

“Sorry, she’s a little bit grumpy, she had a bit of a rough night.” Steve excuses you, rubbing your back softly, as your breath tickles his neck slightly. 

“Oh no, well maybe some ice-cream, can cheer her up?” Tony smiles, pinching one of your toes through your sandals. You kick your feet lightly, trying to shake him off. 

“Top, Uncle Tony.” you giggle, quietly.

The three men smile, hearing you laughing. All of you walk through the house and out into the backyard, where everyone else was happily chatting and laughing, Peter and Wanda were shrieking as they ran around the garden. You smiled a little when you saw that your Uncle Thor was here, and he had brought Loki, who was also streaking around the garden chasing after Peter with a stick. 

“Loki.” Thor warned, “Give me the stick. Thank you.” 

Loki frowned as he passed his stick over, but he perked up when Peter handed him a lightsaber instead, and they carried on their game of chase. 

“You wanna play with them, sweetheart?” Steve whispered, when he saw you peaking out from the crook of his neck, but you shake your head, going back to your little hiding spot. 

Tony fetched a drink for all of you, grabbing Bucky a beer, Steve a non-alcoholic drink as he was driving, and grabbed you a juice box; orange juice at your request. 

“Here you are, sweetie?” Tony passes the box to you, the straw pierced through for you already. 

“What do you say, princess?” Bucky whispers to you. 

“Thank wu.” you say quietly, taking the juice box, and having a quick sip. 

You all go back out into the garden, and your Daddies immediately head to the other grown ups and caregivers, you were still securely in Steve’s arms, and it didn’t appear that you were going to let go anytime soon. 

Steve sat on one of the outdoor couches, next to Natasha, Sam sitting across from you on the other couches, sipping on his own beer. Steve sat you so you were straddling his waist, and he lightly bounced his knees, which made you smile slightly. 

“Hey, pumpkin, how are you?” Natasha smiled warmly, tickling your tummy gently, making you wriggle away from her hands, a little grin on your lips. 

“She’s a little bit sleepy.” Steve answered for you, stroking your cheek lightly, whilst keeping a hand on your hip, so you didn’t fall off his knees, in your attempt to escape Natasha’s tickling fingers, “Didn’t sleep very well last night, did we little one?” 

You shake your head, laying on your Daddy’s chest. 

“Aw that’s a shame, Wanda was having some trouble a few nights ago, I found this spray called Bloom and Blossom worked a treat.” Natasha told Steve, as she played with your hair. 

“We’ll give it a go.” Steve shrugged, “Anything so me and Bucky aren’t walking around the house, bouncing this little monkey till the early hours of the morning.” 

It didn’t take long for Wanda to clock your arrival and she quickly skipped over to you, clutching two my little ponies in her hand. 

“Y/N, come play with me, the boys are boring.” Wanda pleaded, using Steve's knees so that she could lean into your face. 

“Wanda, don’t be rude, and come away from Y/N’s face.” Natasha lightly grabbed Wanda’s arm, pulling her toward her. 

“She’s okay, Nat.” Steve beamed at Wanda, “Hey Wanda, what have you been up to?”

“Just watching Loki and Peter chase each other with bugs and mud, they’re really annoying.” Wanda scowled, looking over to where Loki was currently being pulled off of Peter by Thor, after he pinned him down using a worm as a torture device. 

“Wanda, what did I just say?” Nat sighed, holding the girl close to her chest. 

“Sowy, Mommy.” 

“I know, some boys can just be annoying can’t they.” Steve agreed with Wanda playfully, “Do you hear that baby girl, Wanda needs someone a little more sophisticated to play with?”

“No.” you whimper, and Steve sighs, squeezing you tightly. 

“Come on, puppy, Wanda needs a play friend, look she’s got her ponies.” Steve tries to entice you, but you just mewl louder, clinging to Steve’s neck. He hushed you quietly, rocking you gently on his lap. 

“Sorry Wanda, honey, looks like Y/N just not feeling up to playing today.” Steve apologises, making Wanda pout, and slide off her Mommy’s lap as she goes to play with the two boys, who had finally settled with just playing with cars, but their Daddies were standing in a closer proximity. 

“Why don’t you go see Daddy, maybe getting your little legs moving will make you a little more awake.” Steve places you reluctantly on the floor, you fuss, trying to jump back into his arms, but he lightly pats your bum in the direction of Bucky, who’s in a discussion with Stephen and Bruce, looking a little confused. 

He perked up when he saw you toddling towards him, your arms reaching up for him. He happily scooped you up into his arms, patting your bum gently. 

“Do you need to go potty, honeybee?” Bucky asked you, making your cheeks warm. 

“Daddy.” you huff, hiding your burning cheeks in Bucky’s shoulder. 

“What? I gotta check, sweet thing.” Bucky chuckles, Stephen and Bruce, smiling at you brightly. 

“It’s okay, Y/N, I have to check whether Uncle Bruce needs to go for a wee.” Stephen jokes making Bruce slap his arm, whilst the three grown ups laughed. 

You continued to be passed between Steve and Bucky, each taking it in turns, as it was clear that you weren’t going to be giving up on your Daddy cuddles. 

As the sun went down, and Sam started up the BBQ, you only got half way through your burger, when your lack of sleep from the night before started to catch up with you. The grown ups, chuckled softly, as they watched you nodding off as you desperately tried to keep your eyes open, and eat your food. 

Steve subtly laid you back in his arms, and held the burger for you, however; with your new found position, it wasn’t long till you completely nodded off. 

Bucky went to the car and grabbed your blanket, and Steve took you inside the house, just to the seating area that was surrounded by large glass windows, and faced the back garden, so you would be seen by all of the grown ups. 

Steve carefully laid you on the white couch, and Bucky was quick to tuck you in with the blanket so that you didn't get cold, because of the open windows. 

You whimper slightly, but both your Daddies made sure that you were sleeping softly, before going back to the BBQ, both keeping an eye on you, as you slept.  

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Get Comfy {C.E.}

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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Chris Evans x little!reader

Sleep time!

♡Chris adores your cute sleepy face and the cuddly state that you're in whenever you try to embrace yourself into deep slumber.

Chris held the bottle whilst rocking you very carefully, the sound of his hushes and hums vibrating from his chest made your eyelids feel heavy.

Once the bottle was finished, he removed it from your mouth and placed it on the bedside table before moving you to lay on his chest with your head resting on his shoulder. He rubbed your back in circles, occasionally patting it.

Chris quietly laid you down on the bed beside him, making you whimper from the loss of his body heat.

“Shh, I'm here, sweetheart. Daddy's here, ” He placed the fluffy white duvet over your bodies and threw his arm around you to pull you closer. “My sleepy baby.”

Chris was leaning on his elbow with his head on his hand while rubbing your tummy, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

“Sweet dreams, little bunny.”

♡Chris waits until you fall asleep before wrapping his arm around you and let the slumber take on him.

||| date: 17/11-2020

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☆ crumbling walls - hurt comfort | bucky barnes x avenger!reader | when bucky sees what happens to you at night, you decide to finally show him everything you've been keeping inside.

☼ hiding from the sting - ddlg, hurt comfort, fluff | daddy!chris evans x little!reader | chris patches you up after you hide your owwy from him.

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tulsa jesus freak.

summary. | He’d never trade your innocent body for a can of gin. No, instead, he chooses to sing you like his favourite bible hymn.

warnings. | Non/dubcon, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, smut, innocence kink, corruption kink, Daddy kink, dom/sub, manhandling, angst, virginity loss, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering (reader doesn’t come), dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, creampie kink, *religion, drinking (gin), safewording (but not really), dumbification, humiliation, mild sexism/misogyny, mentions of marriage, and more. 18+, MINORS DNI.

word count. | 9k.

pairings. | Dark!Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Reader.

author’s note. | since my birthday is coming up, here’s a gift from me to you! please don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. *the father is a preacher, there is no explicit mentions of religion, no blasphemy, or any disrespect. the sex occurs in the forest.

White lace decorates your Mother’s gown, only the finest for the wife of Knockemstiff’s priest. You sit on the red leather chair, your knees bent and back hunched over. You peer out the window with your soft yet scarred hands in your lap, thinking of all the world’s possibilities. Instead of trying on dresses for the service on Sunday, you could be picking strawberries at the field, readying the berries for jam.

But your Mother is a woman who has needs along with wants, and she doesn’t like it when anything is in her way. You always bite your tongue when it comes to these things. You’ve found it best that keeping quiet and never voicing your opinion is better than saying one wrong thing and having almost every churchgoer in town show up at your doorstep with pitchforks and torches.

“I think the cream colour is more elegant than the white, don’t you think so, dearest?” she asks, and you turn your head. You look up at her and quickly fix your posture, not wanting to have your ear chewed out on this lovely Thursday afternoon. “Yes, Ma, it looks elegant,” you gracefully tell her, fuelling her ego just how she likes. You always add gasoline to the fire, and it leaves you with no friends.

You know barely anyone in this town. The occasional words exchanged with the shopkeepers and passersby only occur because of your Father’s exalted status. If only they knew that he isn’t as holy as he seems to be and would much rather worship a bottle of moonshine than anything else. “What are you gonna wear, sweetie?” she asks, still admiring herself in the mirror.

“Well, I just thought that I’d wear that dress Nana gave me for my sixteenth,” you admit to her, and she hums in approval. “Good, we can’t be blowing all our money on useless things,” she sighs in relief, and you’re almost tempted to point out her hypocrisy as the price tag on the dress would be enough to make your Nana have a heart attack. “Do we gotta cook for the service?” you ask her, wanting so desperately to be able to bake a pretty pie or candy some yams.

“No need for any cookin’ this time, sweets; we got people bringing their own food for us,” she reminds you, and you nod. Your eyes dart around the store, the room almost empty with only the two shopkeepers and two customers. Your gaze goes to the mannequins that stand by the windows. You can see the old bobby pins holding the back of the outfits together, and you stifle a giggle.

Even the prettiest seeming things aren’t perfect, and you find that to be so cliche. You haven’t even noticed that your Mother is trying to tighten the straps of her dress until the hushed whispers of the store grow quieter. You believe they’re judging you; they always do. “It’s quieter than that little library you always run off to; what’s goin’ on now?” your Mother grumbles, stepping down from the level that made her tower over you.

The most exciting things that occur in this small town known as Knockemstiff are the occasional murders that usually take place on the outskirts of the city. “Oh lordy, it’s the Sheriff!” your Mother squeals, and you furrow your eyebrows. “Sheriff?” you repeat, not really grasping the concept that there is a Sheriff here in Knockemstiff. “Yes, dearest, and we need to get on his good side!” your Mother exclaims, reaching for her red purse.

She hasn’t stopped wearing it since your Father allowed her to splurge on it a few months ago. Father never really allows splurges, only if your family benefits from it for a while. But he just had to let the unnecessary purchase happen, only because your Mother nearly had his hide because he forgot to do something for Valentine’s day. You tried to convince her that he was just busy, and he indeed was. But your words went unheard, and you swore to never speak on such a topic again.

“But–” you start before getting cut off. “No buts! We need him, dearest; we need to have a good connection with him,” your Mother explains quickly, and yet you’re still lost. These ‘affairs’ of your family and the higher-up townsfolk are always so confusing. Your Father is already powerful (though you loathe the way he abuses it), and yet he still wants his empire to grow.

“You doin’ alright there, Mrs. Preacher?” the Sheriff drawls, a toothpick between his lips and his hands on his slightly pudgy waist. You look away. Eye contact is embarrassing, and the Sheriff is so intimidating that even his presence is overwhelming from just a few feet away. You slowly scoot away from him, still seated in your chair. He reeks of sins and cigarettes, maybe even a hint of that moonshine your Father would drink.

The holster on his leather belt holds a pistol. It’s shiny and clean, with not one scratch or scuff on it. He calls your Mother ‘Mrs. Preacher’ with a hint of disgust in his voice. He’s no holy man. God gave up on him a while ago, and he doesn’t care. But he does care about the swindling election creeping up on the county, just a few mere months away. Blue pins with his name written in bold have found their way in your home and heck—even in your room as well.

“All’s well, Sheriff Bodecker. What brings you here? Can’t possibly be buyin’ a dress for yourself,'' your Mother smiles, and even Lee cracks a grin. “Florence wore my patience out years ago with this bullshit; I’m just doin’ my rounds, Mrs. Preacher. You got a problem with that?” he questions, tilting his head to the side. “No problems at all, Sheriff. Sorry if I offended you… This is my daughter!” she exclaims, pointing at you.

“What?” you mumble out loud, looking up at the two elders. “Oh, uh, hi,  Mister-Sheriff Bodecker-Sir,” you stammer nervously as he stares you down like a wolf. “G’day to you too, li’l girl,” he smirks, and you look down in embarrassment. Your Mother clicks her tongue in disappointment, and you just know that you’ll never hear the end of it. Lee’s eyes dart between the two of you, tension seems from the corners, and he can’t help but be confused.

Maybe the happy family scene is just an act…

“She’s just shy… My husband and I were wondering if you’d come to the service this Sunday. You don’t have to stay too long, but I'm sure it'll be very beneficial,” she reasons, with an emphasis on her last two words. Lee nods in understanding, and his eyes flicker back over to you. You’re still looking away, and he doesn’t mind it at all. Knowing how his powerful presence frightens people makes him feel drunk on happiness and ego.

He lets out a small chuckle. “Then I’ll be sure to be there. You got any room for a sinner?” he questions, hooking his thumbs into his belt. “Always,” your Mother gleams, clasping her hands together, almost in a prayer-like manner. “And I trust that your sweet li’l girl will be there too, right?” he asks, turning his head to face you. You sight up straighter at the mention and gulp nervously. “O- Of course, Mister-Sheriff-Bodecker-Sir,” you ramble out. Your Mother sighs in shame, but Lee simply smiles. “Just Sheriff Bodecker or Mr. Bodecker,” he corrects, and you nod.

“Okay, Mr. Bodecker.”

It’s Sunday. You like to assign colours to each day of the week on your little calendar. Monday is orange, Tuesday is yellow, Wednesday is blue, Thursday is green, Friday is purple, and Saturday is pink. But for you. Sunday is white. Maybe it’s the symbolism of the colour, or perhaps it’s because, on Sundays, you’re always forced to wear white. It’s not like you hate the colour; you just get tired of it.

The other girls in town wear different colours, even if most of the time it’s brown. Written in blue pen on the Sunday square is the time of the service. Your Father’s handwriting resembled a chicken scratch when he was younger, is what your Mother says to you constantly. Hers takes a while to decipher, but you’ve grown a skill out of reading it with ease. Your friends would envy your talent of being able to read cursive easily when you were younger, and thinking back, you miss them.

You don’t have friends, not yet and not here, at least. Sometimes, you like to be alone. It’s nice to be by yourself, it’s so very calm and relaxing. You wish you could have a dog, perhaps a Golden Retriever or a German Shepherd. But your Mother hates animals, and so does your Father. So you just use the company of your pillows for the time being. They don’t mind any amount of touch you place on them, and they don’t complain either.

When you were younger, you’d swear that your toys could talk. It was a slight improvement from your imaginary friend, who was named Bethel, but your Father still wasn’t pleased. He demanded you’d be sent to some boarding school to set you straight because at the time, kids your age had learned Santa isn’t real, and the tooth fairy is really just their parents. Your Mother had begged him not to, and you miss those times where she had a heart, and she had a soul.

When she was calloused and egoistical. But you can’t blame her; your Father has that type of sway with his words.

She calls out your name, harshly and her voice turns into a croak towards the end because of the strength she uses. “Are you ready? We have to go set up!” she questions, looking at the watch on her wrist. It’s a gold colour, but that doesn’t mean it’s made of gold or plated with it, either. All the gold jewellery is in the safe, as per your Father’s request. You look at yourself in the mirror, not liking the way the tag of your dress is poking into your skin. You’d try to cut it off, but the jagged edge would be just as annoying.

You reach as far as your arm can let you, and you fold it so that the corners don’t bother you. The skirt of the dress is a bit too long for your liking. It hangs a few centimetres beneath your knees, and it leaves your calves exposed. You’re not wearing your stockings because they have a rip in them, and you’re too nervous about borrowing a pair from your Mother. “Yes!” you yell back, grabbing your purse and your sweater.

You have a small snack in your bag, along with a few other necessities. The purpose of the sweater is to keep you warm because, for some odd reason, the church is always a frigid temperature. You follow your Mother to her car, and you buckle your seatbelt up before she speeds off. The car smells nice and clean; perhaps there’s a new air freshener. A green pine tree hangs on the mirror, and you fight the urge to grab it. “When we get there, you have to go to the forest,” she starts, and you furrow your eyebrows together.

You’re not too fond of the forest, only because of the alarming amount of dead raccoons you always find. “Why?” you question, looking out the window to see women and men of different ages and sizes walking in different directions. It’s Sunday, so most of them might be going to the park. You’ve always wanted to go there, but your Father never lets you. One day you’ll sneak out. You’re sure of it.

“Because we need twigs,” she bluntly answers, staring straight at the road ahead. “Why do you need twigs?” you ask, shifting your gaze from the outside world to her. “For a fire,” your Mother tells you. “Why do you need to light a fire? Fires are for camping and for cooking,” you press, letting your curiosity get the best of you. “Just stop asking questions. It’s annoying and quite frankly none of your business,” she snaps, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

Defensive as always. For what reason is beyond even you.

“Where’s your accent gone to? Hm? New York?” you sneer, noticing that her drawl is no longer laced between her semi-hurtful words. “Shut your mouth. I need to make a good impression. I need to stand out,” she informs you, and your face is downturned into a confused, frazzled frown. She makes no sense; one moment, she’s saying one thing, the next, she’s changing her tune. “I thought you said we gotta blend in,” you murmur loud enough for her to hear. “Yes, and things have changed since then. So you need to hide that pathetic accent, and you need to speak like somebody from the big city,” she demands, slightly raising her tone.

You nod, and you keep quiet the rest of the ride. It’s better to leave your Mother to stew than anything else.

There’s another car there, and you recognize it before your Mother can even park next to it. “The Sheriff…” you whisper, stepping out of the vehicle. Your feet hit the gravel and mix the small stones around as you wobble just a tiny bit. “Run along, now,” she orders, closing the trunk with a loud slam. “Don’t I have to greet the Sheriff and Dad?” you wonder out loud, and your Mother rolls her eyes.

“Go,” she eventually tells you, and you run as fast as your feet can go. You step inside, and your skin already pebbles up into goosebumps, but you don’t have the patience to put your sweater on. You see your Father and the Sheriff speaking to each other in low tones, both looking equally as stressed as your Mother. “Hi, Mr. Sheriff Bodecker-Sir,” you nervously say, catching both of their attentions. Lee flicks his dark eyes towards you, and his bitter mood turns sweet at the sight of your smile.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he greets, tilting his head upwards, and your Father grumbles some sort of nonsense. “Go do what your Mother told you, make sure they’re not flimsy and disgusting,” your Father instructs, and you nod your head. “Go do what?” Lee curiously asks, placing his hands on his hips and clenching his jaw. He catches the way you wring your hands together, and he knows you’re intimidated by him. “I have to go collect twigs for a fire,” you explain to him, and he nods.

“Why not branches?” he questions, shifting his posture just a little bit. He stands straighter, and his tummy juts out only a tiny bit more. “I can’t cut them,” you inform, and he nods his head again. “Let me help you out; you’ll need to collect plenty for a fire,” he offers, even though it’s not really an offer and more of a suggestion than anything else. He doesn’t leave any room for you to either accept him or reject him; he just walks past you and out the door.

You follow Lee like a lost puppy dog, trying to keep up with the long strides that quickly take him to the forest. “How old are you, sweetheart?” he asks, taking his baton out. He uses it to smack at the tree branches that interrupt his path, and you have to wait until they stop shaking to pass by them. You tell him your age, and you don’t ask for his in return because it’s not the proper thing to do. “I’m forty. I know you wanted to ask, so there ya’ go,” he meekly tells you, and you nod even though he can’t see you.

“Have you ever done this before?” Lee questions and you have to pause to think. “Well, both yes and no. I use to look around for twigs when I was younger, but I’ve never had them ask me to go find a plethora of them,” you explain to him, looking down at the ground. The grass and dirt of the forest are covered in many dried leaves. Some are crunchy, and some aren’t. You fight the urge to jump on most of them because you know it won’t leave a nice impression on Lee.

“‘Plethora,’ you’re pretty smart, aren’t ya?” he wonders out loud, quoting the word you used in an almost envious tone. You open your mouth to answer, but he beats you to it. “I get, you’re from the big city or whateva,’ and maybe that means shit to some people, but it doesn’t mean anything to me. Alright? Tell your Father and Mother that. They’re too dumb to realize it,” he snaps, clearly frustrated with other things that you don’t even want to know. You obviously won’t tell them those exact words; you’d rather face the wrath of the Sheriff than the wrath of your parents.

Some leaves are wet. Perhaps from some light showers that happened a day or two ago. They stick to the bottom and sides of your shoes, but you don’t care enough to take them off. “Where are you even from anyways? San Francisco?” he rudely interrogates, and suddenly you feel like you’ve committed some sort of crime. Maybe thievery, or perhaps arson. A kind of guilt that would usually accompany those crimes weighs on your chest, and you’re not sure why.

You haven’t done anything wrong; you’ve simply just followed orders that everyone keeps throwing at you.

You wonder if your parents have that guilt. Or maybe they’ve got it as a burden instead. But they walk with a jump in each step, and they do more work than you can ever fathom doing, so there can’t be anything holding them down. No conscience, no guilt, no luggage, nothing. You, on the other hand, drag your feet when you walk. You rarely ever skip down the sidewalk, and you don’t jump around either. Every morning you wake up with butterflies in your stomach.

But they aren’t the good kind, so maybe instead of butterflies, you have moths. And unlike your parents, you just can’t lie without feeling bad.

“We’re from Tulsa, Sir,” you inform him with a whisper in your tone and an awkward smile on your face. There aren’t anymore leaves on the ground, and you begin to search for twigs. You’re unsure if you’re going to find enough for a fire, but you’ll try your hardest either way. Besides, it’s better to have something than nothing, right? “Tulsa? Like in Oklahoma?” he double-backs, not sure if he heard you right. Lee never would’ve thought you and your family are from Tulsa, of all places.

It seems almost criminal for you not to be from a big city where everyone is constantly bustling. You’ve got a sort of simple glamour to you that is meant to be strutted on the streets of New York, not on the rough, broken-down roads of Knockemstiff or Tulsa. Your family certainly doesn’t act like they’re from Tulsa; perhaps they’ve forgotten where they’ve come from. Money does have the known side effect of amnesia, no?

“Yes, Sir,” you affirm, nodding your head and kicking at some stone to find more twigs. You have around six or seven in your hand so far, and Lee has none. His palms are sweaty and hot, but yours are cold and dry. The weather gets you like that sometimes, but the Sheriff just runs hot. “Never thought you’d be from Tulsa. You belong in that New York place that everyone is flocking to,” he jokes under his breath with intentions of letting you hear him. You catch his words, and you let out a giggle because everyone says the same as well.

Lee smiles, appreciating the way you know he’s lighthearted.

“You gotta get more than that. That ain’t gonna do shit,” Lee points out, even though he doesn’t make any movements or attempts to help you out. You’re tired, and all you want to do is go home and sleep for the rest of the day. “About how many should I collect?” you ask him because he’s older and he knows better. He’s worldly, and you’re sure he can lend you some wisdom and expertise. “O’er twenty for sure,” he estimates, squinting his eyes to look at the handful of sticks in your hand.

“You got any friends? Or are you a loner? What about a job? Do you go to university or college?” The Sheriff suddenly bombards you with questions, and you stutter as you try to understand what he wants from you. “No, I don’t have any friends. But I’m not a loner. I don’t have a job, and I graduated college,” you explain to him as you try to keep your feet steady against the bumpy ground. You sort through sticks to find some twigs, and you only end up drawing two from your search.

“Hm, well, I can be your friend if you want. Besides, your parents are going to be inviting me over these coming days, and I don’t want it to be awkward,” Lee offers, and your ears perk up as his words sink in. “Really? Oh, wow, thank you so much, Mr. Bodecker-Sheriff-Sir!” you exclaim to him, turning around and wrapping your arms around his squishy, soft stomach. The hug lasts for only a fleeting moment, just a few seconds. You pull away from him, and you’re smiling so very brightly that Lee just knows you lied to him when you said you’re not a loner.

“Just call me Lee, since we’re friends now,” he tells you, and you nod. “Okay, Lee.” His name feels weird as it rolls off your tongue. Too casual. You feel the need to refer to him by something that carries respect, not friendliness. But you brush off the weirdness of it, knowing that you’ll get used to it eventually. “Look, over there. There’s a bunch of twigs yonder,” Lee points out, nodding in the direction of a shed with two large trees on either side. You look over, not sure how he sees any twigs from so far.

“C’mon,” he urges, stepping in front of you. Lee walks ahead of you, and you quickly follow behind him. You’ve now got around eleven twigs in your head, and they’re all poking your skin in a not-so-very gentle manner. The shed has rust all over it, the silver turning into a copper-brown colour that looks hard to clean. You remember one time your Father made you clean an old, rusted pan that he found in the garage. It took you hours, and by the end of it, you were absolutely exhausted.

Lee leans forward just a bit, bending down and using the black baton to push off some leaves and broken sticks. “There,” he says, slapping the wand on the ground and standing back up. You hesitatingly pick up the few twigs he’s uncovered, and you have a handful and a half. Your bag is resting on your elbow, and your sweater is wrapped around your waist. You don’t want it to get dirty, which is why you aren’t wearing it. “Thanks, Lee, I really appreciate it,” you express, pressing your lips together to give him a kind smile.

Lee nonchalantly waves his baton, and you’re surprised at how laid back and calm of a person he is. You expected him to be strict, a stickler for the rules, and as someone who’d constantly hover over you while you do simple things. Just waiting for you to mess up so he can smoke you out for your mistake. “You move around a lot, don’t you, sweet thing?” he questions after a few wordless moments.

Not silent, wordless.

You can hear each others’ chests rising and falling, both of your mouths slightly parted as you pant just a tiny bit. The wind whistles, shaking a few leaves and makes them rustle. “Yeah, we only settle down for a few months before we’re going somewhere else. It’s tiring, you know? I feel like I can barely catch my breath or sit down for a few seconds. Always taping boxes, writing ‘fragile’ on them, packing my suitcases,” you voice, knowing you could never say these things to your parents unless you want to have them yell at you.

“Well, I’m really sorry about that…” Lee meekly tells you, not sure what else to say. “I- It’s alright, not like it’s your fault, heh. I just want to have a normal life, not one that’s constantly changing,” you murmur to him, wondering about how different things would be—how different you would be if your Father wasn’t forcing you to change locations all the time. Lee thinks nice and hard about a way to change the topic because he can just feel the awkwardness growing by the second.

“You didn’t buy yourself a dress from the store? For the service?” he questions, and you look at him. “Nope,” you shake your head while popping the ‘p.’ You turn your body as you continue to look for more twigs, aiming to add at least fifteen or twenty before you go back to where your parents are waiting. He sucks in a sharp breath, and he clicks his tongue in a disappointing manner. Your furrow your eyebrows. Did you say something wrong? “Such a shame, there was this black one with lace on it. It was on one of the mannequins in the window. It would’ve looked lovely on you,” he explains to you, and you know just which dress he’s talking about.

“Oh, yeah, I liked that one,” you reply, squinting your eyes as you continue on with your search. “Bet your Mother buys more things for herself than she does for you, right?” The Sheriff questions and you nearly choke on your saliva. “Uhm, no, that’s not the case at all, Lee,” you inform him, trying your best to lie. “I’d get you anything you want, you know? Because that’s what friends do.” Lee has a sort of wicked smile on his face, lopsided and bright.

He takes a step closer towards you, mashing some poor leaves beneath his leather shoes. They’ve got steel tips, too, just like your Father. “R- Really?” you ask, stepping backwards to preserve some form of personal space. “Mhm, friends do so many things for each other; to each other…” he whispers. His voice drops to a low tone, breathy and not at all harsh. It’s calming, so very calming. “I never knew that,” you shyly admit to him, no longer looking for twigs. You’ve forgotten about them, in all honesty.

“There’s this special thing that friends do when they first grow a bond, like the bond we have right now! Do you want to do it?” Lee asks, hopeful and starry-eyed. You let out a small gasp, not knowing what he’s talking about yet still wanting to do it. It seems like your parents will be staying in Knockemstiff for a while… So you might as well strengthen your newfound friendship with Lee as soon as possible, right?

You nod your head excitedly, nearly making yourself giggle. Lee smirks at your eagerness, knowing that you’re absolutely clueless about what he’s going to do to you. “What is it? Is it like a game?” you ask him, more curious than a cat. He doesn’t say anything. No, nothing at all. Instead, he drops his beloved baton on the forest’s floor, and he pushes you against the shed. Your back bumps up against the zinc, but you’re not hurt by his suddenness. “Just… Watch, and feel sweetheart,” Lee hums gleefully, and you’re just a tad hesitant.

But he’s your friend, and you need to trust him. So you release yourself from your own binds and just go with what he’s doing. Friends don’t harm each other… Right?

Two warm hands scrunch up the cloth of your dress, forming a pile of white polyester at your lower abdomen. Your crotch area is exposed, and goosebumps immediately find a home on your skin. “Hold that,” he orders, and you listen to him. His hands get replaced with yours, and Lee can feel his blood rushing down to his cock from being so close to touching your pussy. His nimble yet slightly chubby fingers hook into the waist of your cotton panties, and he slowly pulls them down.

You watch him as he lets your underwear fall at your ankles, and your cunt is exposed. He stares you directly in your eyes, only intimidating you and not comforting you at all. But despite your slowly growing discomfort (and slight fear as well), you remain as silent as a grave, and you don’t dare to say anything against what he’s doing.

Those same fingers of Lee’s have been stained with blood and dirt before. They’ve been stained with tears and whipped cream. They’ve been cut up and broken before. Now, they are soaked with your wetness as he lightly touches your folds. He’s not sure why you’re wet, but he likes to think that it’s all because of him. “You’re soaked, sweetie. Why’s that?” Lee questions, a sort of condescending tone lingering between his words.

“Uhm… I- I don’t know, Lee- Isn’t this, like, bad? Since it’s out of wedlock and all…” you nervously ask him, worried about all the things your parents have told you in your life. “Nope, because we’re friends, darling!” he cheers, a bright smile on his face. You let out a sigh of relief, your nerves no longer set on fire due to your unnecessary overthinking. “Just relax for me, and let me do what I need to do,” Lee urges, and you lean your head against the zinc behind you to calm down.

Lee traces his fingers up and down your lips, just barely grazing your swollen clit. He knows he shouldn’t waste any time because these days, it seems to fly quickly. His digits decide to leave your little button alone, and he brings them to your drooling hole. He also knows he shouldn’t take his precious time with every move, which is why he pushes his two fingers inside you without warning. You cry out loudly at the sudden pain that fills you. You feel like you’re being intruded by a rude passerby, perhaps one with eyes that can’t leave anything unseen.

“L- Lee, it hurts!” you whine to him, wondering if you’re being ripped in half. He says nothing, and he lowers himself onto the ground. His left knee rests against the pile of leaves, and he watches the way your pussy hugs his fingers tightly. He’s as stiff as a rock, if not more. He’d love to push you to your limits and even past them, too. Lee strokes your inner walls as he lets you get adjusted to him. With him, you’ll always be filled up with something.

“Does it still hurt, sweetheart?” the Sheriff mockingly asks, but you’re too oblivious to notice the way he taunts you and your weakness. “N- Not as much as before… It kind of feels good, like, tingly?” you describe to him as best as you can, and he just wants to fuck that innocence out of you as soon as possible. ”Aw, I’m glad you’re feeling it now. And plus, I’d much rather see you writing in pain in other ways,” he whispers under his breath. You don’t catch his words because you’re too busy trying to catch your breath.

Lee doesn’t think he’s a sadist; no, of course not. He just believes that you’d look so pretty crying for him to stop hurting you. The burning sensation has turned into something gratifying, and you wonder if Lee has magic laced between his wickedly clever words. Lee’s cock strains against his brown pants, and he has a feeling you’ll be the death of him. “This li’l cunt of yours is so tight, baby. I bet you’ve never touched it before, right? Well, I’ll be damned. I guess first come, first serve really does apply to everythin’,” he casually chatters, talking as though he isn’t knuckle-deep inside of you in the middle of a forest.

“I’d love to ruin this little hole a’ yours. You’d make me the happiest man alive if you let me,” he hums, pressing his lips together as your wetness soaks his hand. “What the fuck am I even sayin’? You don’t gotta give me permission or anything. This is my little pussy. And I’ll do whatever I want with it, even if it isn’t too holy,” he chuckles, and you nod in agreement because you’d trust him with your life, especially since he’s your friend.

Lee slowly begins to thrust his digits in and out of your virgin hole, admiring the squelching sounds and sheen that your arousal causes. Your breath hitches at the growing pleasure, and your hips buck towards him. “Already a slut for me, aren’t ya?” the Sheriff chortles, and you squeeze your hands into tight fists. The twigs poke into your soft skin, and you let out a hiss. You drop them right by his feet, and you look down to where they’ve fallen. Instead of your eyes meeting the ground, they cross with Lee’s, and you find yourself entranced.

You both gaze at each other longingly, and Lee pushes his fingers back into your pussy. Your jaw drops, and you let out a gasp at the lovely stimulation. The man beneath you curls his fingers, and he quickly finds that sweet spot. Your knees buckle, and you nearly give away. “That feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetie? I know it does, and it’ll feel even better in a few seconds,” Lee whispers, shallowly fucking his fingers into your pussy. He tries his hardest to multitask, but he can only really focus on the way you’re slowly turning into a slut just for him.

“Feels- Feels so good, Lee,” you whimper, gyrating your hips against his hand out of pure helplessness. You have no idea as to what you’re doing, but you let your body take control. “Call me ‘Daddy,’ okay?” he orders, and you nod. It’s a bit peculiar, but you’d do anything to make your friend happy. “Okay, Daddy,” you agree before you bite down on your bottom lip. The pads of his fingers stroke your walls and your g-spot roughly. Yet, his movements are still a bit slow as he has no plans to make you come just yet.

You’ve never experienced anything like this. You wonder if this is what heaven feels like because, damn, this pleasure must be from there. And if it’s a place on Earth, it must be wherever Lee goes. Maybe he hails from there. You’ve never met a man so nice like him. He’s the first to ever make you feel anything.

A certain pressure fills your stomach, and your skin lights on fire with a sort of sensitivity. Your legs twitch every now and then, and they nearly clamp down on Lee’s arm. He switches motions, from scissoring his digits to pushing them into you. You’re panting like a bitch in heat, and your cunt is soaking wet. You feel messy, but you don’t care. “Uhm, Daddy? Why does it feel so overwhelming?” you worryingly ask him as a knot in your stomach grows. You’re not sure what it is, and you try your hardest to pinpoint the feeling.

You feel like you need to use the bathroom, and the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself in front of your new friends. And if you do, you know he’ll leave just like the rest of them. “That’s because of my fingers, baby. Don’t worry, okay? Just relax and let it happen,” the Sheriff reassures, even though you’re still uneasy about it. Something about it puts you off, and even though you want to try your hardest, you don’t want to risk anything. “I don’t think I can, Daddy… I’m really sorry!” you exclaim to him, worried that he’s upset with your words.

And he is. He’s so very upset with not only your words but with you as well.

Lee sighs heavily, with disappointment and a touch of sadness written on his features, too. “I’m really, really sorry!” you apologize once again, even though your words just can’t correctly grasp how distressed you are. He clicks his tongue, and he shakes his head. He feels a bit bad for you, but he also feels hurt that you won’t push your boundaries for him. You’re supposed to be his special one, and you’re supposed to do absolutely anything for him.

A harsh wind cuts through the silence, and Lee almost wants to ignore your pleas and continue to toy with you however he likes. But he’s not that cruel, and he’s not stupid, either. He knows if he messes up once, it’ll forever be engraved in your mind.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy. He leaves you empty and gaping, and you miss the full feeling that you enjoyed. His hand is sticky with your juices, and the sight of your arousal on him makes him feral. “It’s okay, sweetie, I understand,” he softly tells you, and he even graces you with a charming smile. You wonder how he isn’t married, especially since Lee is so perfect.

Every woman in Knockemstiff either has no taste, or they’re just plain stupid.

“N- No, it’s not okay! Because I ruined it… Will it ruin our friendship? Oh, God, please don’t let that happen! Please, Lee- I mean, Daddy. I can’t lose you. You’re my only friend...” you beg him, only now realizing how grave your mistake is. You want to take back your words so badly, but you know that it’s too late for that. Tears sting your innocent eyes, and your throat aches as you feel a sob build up there. All it can take is one sentence before the waterworks start.

Lee realizes that he can simply just play you like a fiddle. Your naivety may be a curse for you, but it’s a gift for him. “Well, I can’t say for sure what it means for our future. Y’know, that was supposed to be a special moment! But you ruined it, sweetie,” he tells you with sadness on his tongue. Your face forms a frown, and you look away from him to try and push out your heavy emotions. “But, we can fix it,” he adds, and you flash your gaze towards him. “Really?” you ask in disbelief, hopeful that maybe your friendship won’t be going to waste.

“Yes, sweetie, we sure can fix it. You want that, don’t ya? Well, all you gotta do is let me use you how I please,” he briskly explains, and you immediately nod your head. Your heart soars, perhaps like one of the seagulls by the beach, and maybe you’re the happiest person in the whole wide world. “How do I do that, Lee? Sorry, Daddy. Please tell me, I don’t want to spoil anythin’ of ours anymore. Oh, and thank you for givin’ me another chance! I’m really grateful!” you ramble, your face bright even though you haven’t really acknowledged what you’re asking for.

Hearing you call him ‘Daddy” makes Lee want to sin over and over again, without asking for forgiveness from anyone at all. His pants and boxers are just too uncomfortable, and his cock is basically begging to be buried in your canal. Lee abruptly stands up, towering over you like the true monster he is. You gulp thickly, nervous, and just a tiny bit erratic. He moves a little closer to you, and his stomach touches yours. “Turn around and lift up your skirt,” he orders, with his eyes blown out into absolute darkness.

You nod, and you slowly do as he said. He watches you like a hawk, and he stares at your ass as it’s gradually uncovered. He’d love to spank you and play with your butt until you’re begging him to stop, but he knows he shouldn’t get too ahead of himself. Lee’s feet kick at your ankles gently, and he urges you to spread your legs further apart. You do exactly that, and you can feel chills running throughout your body. Patiently, of course, you wait for either his next move or demand. You’re not sure if you should say or do anything else, so you decide to keep quiet until he speaks.

Lee quietly drags his zipper down before he undoes his button and fiddles with his belt. He does it all as quickly as he can, with his chest heavy and face slightly flushed. The vein on his temple bulges out from his arousal, and Lee swears he can’t recall the last time he’s felt this way. He struggles just a little bit before finding the groove of his movements at last. His pants fall down his legs, and he lets his boxers join them, too. Lee’s cock bounces up, hard and leaking, and it slaps against his stomach.

One of his big hands grip the base of it, and he watches as a bead of pre-cum slowly rolls past his slit. He’s a raging red, perhaps almost purple colour. “Daddy?” you eventually call out, wondering if he’s okay. “I’m here, li’l baby, I’m here,” he reassures before taking a step closer towards you. “Hold onto the shed, and don’t make a sound unless it’s my name,” Lee commands, and you do exactly that. You splay your hands on the grey yet copper-coloured zinc, and you press your lips together until they form a thin line.

Lee guides the fat tip of his cock to your soaking wet pussy, and the foreign feeling of something so bulbous has you a bit nervous. He knows that if you saw his cock, you’d panic. He slowly pushes it inside you, watching as your cunt stretches around him. You hug him tightly, and Lee moans loudly. You’re biting down on your lip roughly, trying not to make any noises at all, but it’s hard. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, swiping his tongue against his bottom lip. You have no idea what he means, but you have a feeling it’s about something good.

“Just grippin’ me like a fuckin’ fist, hm?” he jokes, bucking his hips into you. His girthy, thick cock sheaths itself entirely inside your pussy, and you feel like you’re either going to burst or split in half. His groin rests against your ass, and Lee tosses his head back. Tears sting your eyes from this sudden pain that burns you without remorse. “D- Daddy…” you whimper out to him, scared that maybe something terrible will happen. “Shh, shut your stupid fuckin’ mouth, it’s okay. You’re okay, just keep quiet and let me fuck you,” he sneers, and you whisper out a quick apology.

You feel full, maybe a little too full for your liking. The kind of fullness that you lost moments before this, but just at a tenfold. “It’s too much, Daddy,” you finally cry out, and Lee quickly shuts you up by clamping a hand over your mouth. “Can’t fucking listen, can’t ya? Gonna have to fix that another day,” he grunts, fed up with your obstinate ways. He waits just a few more seconds, perhaps ten or twelve by his horrible counting, and he decides to just get on with taking what he wants.

He slowly pulls his cock out of your pussy, until just the tip is left inside you. The feeling is funny, but you quickly adjust to it. Suddenly, he thrusts into your cunt roughly, and he begins to fuck you. His other hand grips your waist tightly, and he knows that you’re going to have the prettiest bruises when he’s done with you. “Fuck,” he groans, and he watches as he slides in and out of you effortlessly. His cock is coated in your wetness, and he can’t wait until he’s covered in your cum. You’re wailing loudly behind his hand, except no tears are leaking from your eyes.

A mixture of pain and pleasure is what you’re feeling. “Good girl, good fucking girl. Take it, take my cock like the whore you are,” he spits, biting down on his wet bottom lip to keep himself from spewing even more profanities. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills both of your ears, but you’re just focusing on the way he feels so good inside you. It’s better than having his fingers inside you, so much better. The tip of his cock finds your sweet spot, and he pounds against it mercilessly. You clench down on him from the feeling, but you’re only really adding fuel to the hot fire that burns inside him.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” you moan, though your words are muffled, and he can barely hear you. His cock drives in and out of you quickly and harshly, just how he likes it. His paws hold you like you’re a toy, and he doesn’t care for the way you’re struggling to catch your breath. Each time his cock is shoved back into your sweet pussy, you feel like the wind is being knocked out of you. Drool leaks from your mouth, and it stains his palm like how your wetness stains his cock. “Best pussy I’ve ever fuckin’ had, I swear. Look atcha, eyes rollin’ back in yer head like you’re fuckin’ possessed or somethin’ like that,” Lee snickers, slowing down his thrusts.

His cock doesn’t pound into you as roughly as it should be, and your body is disappointed. You press your chest further against the shed, and you push your ass backwards. You try your hardest to get him to continue, and you’re not sure why, but you’re desperate. Lee lets out a wicked laugh, and he admires the way you’ve turned into his slut in the matter of half an hour. He shallowly plunges upwards, and he lets his cock kiss your g-spot so very lightly that it makes your legs quiver. “You want it so badly, don’t you? Bet your father would go insane if he knew about what I’m doing to you.

Both of your chests rise and fall, and you’re also glistening with sweat. Lee’s movements have ceased, and his lower body is still. “Look at us, just being the best of friends. Do you like this, baby? Well, I know you ain’t gotta answer because I can see how much you love my cock being inside this lovely pussy. It belongs to me now, okay? All of you belong to me. I'm gonna do something, and you better not complain or fight me. But you’re my good little girl, so I know you’ll listen to me,” Lee hums, and you sigh from behind the muzzle that is his hand.

The veins on his cock throb inside you, and you can feel it. You’re hugging him so nicely, just as snug as a sleeve. He removes his paw from your mouth, and you take a deep breath. “Nice, right? Now, I want you to make some pretty noises. Say my name as much as you can. I want to hear it all,” he requests gently, though it’s more like a demand. You nod your head obediently, and you’ve got a smile on your face. Lee fights the urge to pinch your cheeks because he just finds you to be oh so adorable.

The cutest he’s ever had in his hands (and on his cock).

He starts to use you like a ten-cent whore once again, only this time he’s more considerate of you than before. That strange tightening inside you comes back, and you’re nervous. The grip Lee has on you is brutal, absolutely brutal. It hurts so badly, but it’s not enough to wash out the lovely pleasure you’re feeling. You feel like fireworks are being set off on your each and every nerve—sparking up, flying off, and then exploding—and it’s hard to admit that you love the feeling just like how Lee loves his alcohol.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Ever since I saw you move in, I knew I had to turn you into my fuck toy. And look at yourself now, getting fucked outside of a church when you’re supposed to be a good li’l girl,” he whispers in your ear, and you let out a gasp. Your jaw falls slack, and with one specifically harsh thrust, your eyes fall back into your head. Lee laughs at this dumb look on your face, but his cheerfulness dies down as soon as you clench around his cock tightly.

A moan leaves his mouth, and it has you whimpering. “C- Could barely hold back anymore. Y’know, I had a nice plan, too? We was gonna go to some nice motel, one up by Brewer Heights or some overripe place like that. Maybe I would’ve taken you on a date, but I don’t think your parents would’ve been too fond of knowing that I’d be the first and last man to stuff this pussy full of cock and cum,” he chuckles, almost like some movie villain who is revealing their mastermind plan.

You don’t understand some of the things he’s saying, why wouldn’t your parents be fond of him?

Your eyebrows knit in confusion, and he marvels at how braindead you are. “Goddamn, baby. Really are going stupid ‘cause of my cock, aren’t ya? You’re definitely a keeper, never letting you out of my sights until I get a ring on that finger,” Lee ponders out loud, and your heart jumps at the thought of marrying him. Your Mother has always said it’s better to marry a friend rather than a foe or a stranger. Lee is your friend; he’s your best friend. It would work out well. You know it would. “W- Want that so badly, Daddy. I wanna be yours,” you hazily mumble to him.

“Well, I got a really nice way to make you mine,” Lee informs you, shallowly and sloppily thrusting his hips. He feels his balls tightening up, and he knows he’s just as close as you are. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum; I’m going to stuff you full with it. And I’ll even watch it leak out too. Everybody will watch it leak from this messy pussy a’ yours,” he husks, and he begins to bring you closer to him. You meet him up at each thrust, and every part of your body is sensitive. “D- Daddy, it’s happening again! I- I don’t think I can do it,” you worryingly tell him, even though your pussy is desperately gripping onto his thick cock.

Lee ignores your words, and he continues to fuck you. Your moans grow louder and louder, making you sound like the slut you are. “Come for me, baby, come all over my cock. Do it, now,” he orders, and your body complies. Your pussy convulses around him, fluttering from pleasure, and you wail from the overwhelming sensation. “Daddy!” you cry out to him, and he hushes you as he hits his own climax. As your juices coat his cock, white ropes of cum shot from his tip and paint your walls. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, resting his head against your slightly sticky shoulder.

He looks downwards, and Lee watches as your fluids mix with each other. His movements halt, and the Sheriff sighs with satisfaction. There’s a slight tinge of blood that colours his cock, but he pays no mind to it. He pulls his softening member out of you and quickly drags your panties up your legs. “Put yer skirt back down. You’re okay. You did a good job, baby. I’m proud of ya,” he admits with a meek smile on his face. “Heh, thank you, Daddy!” you cheer, even though you’re exhausted and in pain. He places himself back in his boxers, and he dresses back up.

You turn around, and lean against the shed that you’ve grown fond of. Lee hoops his belt back together, and he reaches into his pocket. You watch his carefully, feeling his cum leak out of your pussy. It stains your panties, and you squeeze your thighs together to stop it from dripping down to your legs. Lee pulls out a can of gin, and he unscrews the cap of it. He takes a swift swig from it, and you watch as he puckers his face up from the taste. His eyes catch yours, and he stares at you for a bit.

You give him a soft grin, and he squeezes his left hand into a fist. Lee pulls the container away from his mouth, and he disappointingly shakes his head. Before you can even ask him anything, he throws the gin to the side like it means nothing to him anymore. “Is everything okay?” you question, innocently tilting your head as if you didn’t just get your pussy pounded by him. “Yeah, just tryin’ to be holy or whatever it is,” he lies, before deciding to walk off without you. You quickly follow him, not knowing what else to do without him. You’re helpless, and you don’t choose him like how he chose you, you’ll be blown in the wind as you once were.

But you should know he’ll never trade your body for a can of gin. No, not when you’ve got him all over you.

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the barnes’ au

bucky barnes has settled down, living in a beautiful home in new orleans with his wife, a former avenger. these are the different stories of how they navigate being superheroes, spouses, and parents.

requests are open for this au and very appreciated!

note: the race of the people in the moodboard are not a reflection of reader, but are a reflection of the author. i write and create in my mindset, but leave the actual description of reader vague (this is something i am actively trying to become better at so older writings might not best at this) thank you for reading :)

headcanons

the first time you met bucky

steve catches you and bucky having sex

bucky meets your ex-boyfriend

how bucky found out you were pregnant (both times)

bucky isn’t comfortable with you fighting while pregnant

@rosierose-e ‘s take on you during tfatws

you move in your new home

bucky during the birth of grant barnes

grant likes to lay on bucky’s chest

bucky likes how sensitive your nipples are

bucky likes watching you breastfeed

giving bucky some well deserved attention

bucky loves giving you and your baby kisses

baby grant barnes loves bucky’s metal arm

bucky sings and help baby grant (and you) sleep

grant is teething and bucky’s metal arm helps once again

you and bucky start trying for another baby

you get alpine!

you look adorable with your baby bump

you get hurt while pregnant with becca

you give birth to becca

baby becca likes to pull bucky’s long hair

bucky comforts you about your body insecurity

grant gets in a fight at preschool

grants starts calling you baby doll

field trip w/ grant

bucky breaks his wedding ring

grant and becca put magnets on bucky’s arm

the barnes’ take care of you when you’re sick

you get flirted with at school event

becca has a crush

becca and grant squabble

all the dads have a crush on you

a glimpse at grant and becca’s teenage years

you get subby for bucky

the kids walk in on you and bucky

you and bucky are a power couple

grant is your baby boy

you tell the kids you’re pregnant

you get cravings at 3am

bucky tells the kids about his past

grant yells at you

grant’s friends think you’re hot

you can’t stop lactating and bucky helps you

becca is insecure

becca’s first break up

becca finds out you dated quicksilver

grant starts dating samantha wilson

grant ask bucky for sex advice

bucky pours his heart out to grant

the barnes twins

one shots

the fall

the journey

maniacs

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𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

シ - smut

all series have a mix of smut, angst, and fluff

𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

princess and the prince ; loki courts an innocent princess into being his one and only.

fire and ice ; loki is cold hearted compared the firecracker avenger that has stolen his heart, they are complete opposite. somehow, they fit.

guilty pleasures ; loki sneaks around with the avengers’ lawyer, who also just happens to be tony stark’s daughter.

𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

nsfw abcs ; down and dirty with the god of mischief シ

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙍𝘽𝙎/𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

loki teaching chaotic!dumbass!reader magic

telling loki you’re pregnant

aftercare with loki

loki falls in love with a mortal

you’re to marry thor, but love loki

loki cuddles you when you’re sick

loki when he has a nightmare

loki’s feeling touchstarved

you do eyeliner on loki

loki comforts you about your body

loki gets pranked

loki gets jealous of bucky

you please your king like a good pet

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omg dp with lee and chris? sab bby you can't leave me with that thought please expand 🤚

i left i’m so sorry but i’m back now… (yank this idea from me in any way and i’ll tell other people to block you) please reblog if you enjoyed it.

warnings. | SMUT, ddlg, dp, dirty talk, anal, vaginal, choking (?), degradation, praise, daddy kink, humiliation. 18+ MINORS DNI!

It’s practically blasphemous at this point. Sandwiched between two men of authority; one corrupt and the other loyal. One’s natural existence contradicts the next, and having them in the same room together is a juxtaposition.

But do you really care? No, you don’t, and you won’t for a while.

Lee’s hand is on the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. You can feel his golden ring on his pinky digging into your skin, a perfect pain that is pleasurable for you. His body is pressed against your back, and he wants you even closer to him.

Your chest is against Chris’s, slick with sweat and other fluids. His mouth is on your forehead, leaving sloppy kisses. His cock thrusts in and out of you slowly, pressing against your abused g-spot with each movement.

As Chris thrusts into you, Lee drags his hips backwards. His cock leaves your ass and just his tip remains, before he shoving himself back into you again. It’s like a dance routine; they’re so coordinated.

“Fuck, you like having two cocks in you, don’t you? Yeah, I bet you do. It’s because you’re such a slut,” Lee sneers from behind you, gripping your waist tightly. He presses down on your neck even more, and you struggle to give him a coherent answer.

“Answer Daddy, baby, or else we won’t let you come,” Chris threatens, letting a moan rumble through his chest. “Mhm, I love it s- so much, Daddy!” you squeal, trying to fight the intense feeling of euphoria that takes you over.

“Such a little slut; our little slut,” Lee groans, snapping his hips forward in a much rougher manner. Tingles are running up your spine and you’re moaning like a pornstar at this point. Both of their cocks slip in and out of you with such ease.

“I love your cocks so much, Daddies, makes me feel so good,” you slur, fighting the urge to curse loudly as you can fill the band inside you begin to tighten up. “We know, little baby, we know,” Chris chuckles, fucking up into your pussy as he notices that you’re starting to develop that dumb look on your face.

It’s the look they both know and love so much.

“We’re gonna ruin yer’ slutty holes so much, baby. I know you want that so badly,” Lee whispers in your ear, and the mere thought of them taking turns with you until you’re a leaking, sweaty mess sends you closer to your climax.

Not just a mess, you’d be their mess.

“Oh! ‘M gonna come, Daddy, please let me come!” you cry out, not addressing to anyone in particular. You just need their permission to come as soon as possible. “Go on, slut, come on our cocks,” Chris orders, and Lee nods in agreement.

You let go once your almost empty brain registers his words. Your pussy hugs them tightly, convulsing as you milk them for all their worth. Your Daddies look down to where you’re connected, and they admire the way your come coats their cocks.

“Good fucking girl.”

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—𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎

summary: bucky spends the remaining hours of his birthday being interrogated and thinking about you.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2.3k

genre: fluff 

warnings: mentions of child m*lesting, murder, bombing, racists, etc, but its all light hearted!! i mean as light hearted as they can be skdjskd

 note: lads i wrote this so quickly please dont hate me. technically its still buckys birthday for another 30 minutes here so ahah. i made it. i also added in some prompts from brooklyn-boy’s 11k/ one year writing challenge but im not tagging her because this is shitty and i want to do somethng better hopefully!! anyways. enjoy

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the love I have for this fic...👀❤️

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that’s exactly what he did.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all. Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her-

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

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She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey-”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

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At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers. She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate. She would share anything that was put on her plate with her daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.