#(buck has a cowboy kink)

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Chim: Who won the bet?

Hen: Buck and Eddie are not together yet.

Chim: Eddie is wearing Buck's cowboy hat. You know what that means.

Ravi: I don't.

Chim: Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.

Albert: Now that you mention it, they've been pretty smiley today.

Ravi: Also Eddie is walking a little funny and blushing about it when Buck notices.

Hen: I guess they did soft launch their relationship.

Chim: Let's be real now, by the way Eddie is limping, there was nothing soft about that.

[epiphanybuddie]

still not over Eddie calling Buck 'cowboy' tbh

[grugruel]

The Girl Who Cried Cowboy

Parings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: When drinking too much at one of her father's summer parties, she realises just how inappropriate her feelings are for her fathers best friend. And he has to drive her home.

Word count: 3.2

Warnings: cowboy hat, rough sex, pinv sex, kintchen-counter sex (woooh), doggy, creampie, praise, strong feelings, "I love you", mutual pining, tension, pet names (sweetheart, girl, ma'am, darlin', woman), slight angst, sundress kink, hair pulling.

Low chatter and calm music soothed her, tuning her mind to familiar nostalgia as she faded into memory of old summer nights.

Nights much like this one.

The singing birds, the perfectly temperatured air, and the warm kisses from the last rays of the setting sun.

Her parents' big grass-clad backyard in which she sometimes slept, like now, she enjoyed the infiltrating clovers that softened the ground beneath her.

And the blue open sky that stretched above her like a lustriously painted ceiling. It was deep at this hour, but not dark. Even so, it slowly lightened as it merged into the pastel colors of the horizon.

Her world whirled, stretching and contracting mildly as a slight buzz from her many emptied beers took a pleasant hold of her senses. She smiled, putting the half spilled bottle to her lips once again. Not minding one bit that she had toppled over, rather just loving the way the grass tickled her skin as her sheer sundress bunched high on her thighs. Especially enjoying the way it moved against her nipples, now very glad she'd opted out of wearing a bra today–

'You sure know how to catch my attention, sweetheart.' A voice mused.

She faced its source but already knew who it belonged to, its presence only making her night better. He'd always been her favorite out of her dad's friends.

The sun painted her face a golden orange, as she turned toward him. A tall, blurry figure stood by her side, she squinted, and a handsome cowboy materialised. The shapes forming him steadied. She could make out the gruff hands around his belt buckle, his face, and the cowboy hat on his head. Which was busy shielding his eyes from the sun, their intent gaze observing her from beneath its rim.

She smiled knowingly. 'Buck!' She erupted, throwing her arms upward as if to hug him from the ground, spilling beer all around her in the process. 'Join me.' She giggled, and her arms fell to pat the ground at her sides.

The cowboy shook his head with a chuckle. He had never been able to say no to her.

Her bare, bent knees lulled against his lap as she moved closer to his relaxed form. She took another swig of beer, then pointed at the sky above them.

Towering over their laying forms, the sky held a full moon in its mixing colors, the suns reflection only illuminating its silvery brightness and amplifying the contrasts.

'Ain't it pretty?'

-

His wandering eyes roamed her face, the alcohol fueled blush that adorned it, and the strands of wild hair that framed her like a canvas. He wanted noting more than to push them behind her ears so he could admire her in full. He willed his eyes from traveling south. He could not, it was unfair to her and her father.

-

He hummed. 'Sure is.'

She shut her eyes, attempting to collect herself. It must be the alcohol, surely. But she hadn't even had that much to drink, had she? She placed the hat on her head properly. Forgetting herself entierly.

She faced him again, meeting his eyes. He watched the blush expand across her face as she realised it was her that he was talking about. The girl, suddenly shy. Grabbed his hat from his head and covered her giggling face. His charm was dangerous, she couldnt help herself around him. Her face poked out from beneath the hat, eyes studying him carefully as he looked back up at the moon. The colors of the sky and the green of the grass running parallel to his profile. His forehead, nose, lips, and chin placed perfectly in between them, running like a mountain range in a horizon. She got a strong urge the kiss his perfectly handsome face– ugh, fuck. . .

'Buck?'

He hummed.

'Could you drive me home?' She just needed to sleep it off, these feeling would be gone in the morning. She was sure.

He looked back at her. '. . .'Course darlin.' His eyes wandered over his hat, on her head. His lips tightened into a line as he cleared his throat.

The girl nodded. 'Can you tell dad? I hate to leave the party early, but I think I over did the drinkin'. . .' She lied. She wasn't sick, nor drunk, drunk. She just felt too guilty to speak with her dad directly when these types of thoughts ran rampid about his best friend.

Her world devolved into streaks of color as he pulled her to her feet. The booze affected body betrayed her as the footing failed beneath her feet– she collided with his chest, and his quick hands shot to her waist– catching her before she took another tumble. 'Easy there.' His drawl in full effect.

He laughed, but nodded. 'He'll understand, im sure. Your father's a wise man.' And grabbed her shoulder, and squeezing it reassuringly. Then stood, and held his hand out for her to take.

Everything whirled around her, everything except him. She could see him perfectly clear. The pair locked eyes, enjoying the feeling of his big hands molding to her waist. Something tugged on them, pulling them closer to each other. Lips brushing, noses touching. She felt dizzy, the pair of them hiding their faces under the brim of his hat. It somehow felt easier. Hands slipping to her hips, squeezing. Their heavy breathing, drinking each other in, and the squeeking of the patio door– in horror they pulled off of each other, akwardness seeping into the space between them. She kept her eyes on the ground as she realised she was wearing his hat. She'd put it on, hadn't she? Oh. . . Fuck– but she had no time to worry about its insinuations right now, and quickly removed it, pushing it back into Bucky's hands.

'Ah, there you both are!' It was her dad, walking in a straight line toward them.

She prayed he hadn't seen anything. As everyone had moved the party inside when the night began to fall.

He slapped a hand on buckys shoulder, greeting him happily.

Thank god, she sighed in relief.

But there was an akward silence, where none of them said much of anything for a second.

'Whats goin' on, who died?' Her father joked, a dry chuckle following it. But a tinge of true uncertainty lingered in his voice as he looked at them with skeptical eyes.

'Im just not feelin' to good.' She scrambled to explain, as bucky scratched his neck, not managing to come up with a good excuse himself. 'I was thinkin' of headin' home. Buck'll drive me.'

Her father gave her a slanted smile and ruffled her hair. 'Yeah? To much to fast?'

She nodded, a faint smile on her lips. 'Sorry.'

He tilted his head, searching her eyes. 'Dont apologize sweetheart. Its ok. I'll see ya' later, yeah?'

She nodded again, and he kissed her on top of her head.

She loves her dad, and to prove it she'd almost kissed his best friend. Shame gnawed at her, she couldn't do that to him.

He turned to Bucky. 'You comin' back later then?'

'I'm not sure.' Bucky dared a flicker of a glance in her direction, and lowered his voice. 'Gotta get 'er home first, make sure shes alright.'

Her father nodded, seamingly appreciating the gesture. If he only knew.

'But you'll notice if I turn up.' Bucky laughed, attempting a joke to defuse the situation and playfully hit her father on the arm.

He smiled. 'Well, alright, good then. Drive safe.' The men gave each other a short embrace. 'Thank you, Buck. You're a good friend.' She heard her father whisper as they patted each other on the back warmly.

Guilt, shame, neither could begin to describe what she was feeling. She'd need to invent a new word for it.

The walk to the truck was quiet. The only proof of the life altering almost-kiss was the comforting hand he placed on her back, and now held much more meaning than that in which an old friend once had.

The sun disappeared beyond the distant treeline. A big wheatfield separated it from the dirtroad they found themselves driving down. Trees lined its path, their leafy crowns casting a high overhang above them.

Oh, how stunning, but the window would not wind down. Frustrated, she pushed it repeatedly. Her mind was not wrapping around the fact that it just wouldn't work, pure stubbornness egging her on. As she dared not ask Bucky for help. They'd been riding in silence ever since the encounter with her dad–

'You feelin' any better?' He asked, clearing his throat. The anxious avoidance of speaking had created a croak in it.

She had too much on her mind. She was overheating, just wanting some air. 'I'm fine, just a little warm.' The button was taunting her, no matter how hard she pushed it.

'Just– slow down, doll.' Bucky reached over her seat to unlock the door, then pushed the button to lower the window. Oh. . .

Sweet relief, she leaned her head against the frame of the open window. The freshness of nature and its many scents rolled into the truck in waves of pure air, clearing her mind of what it could. But as it mixed and matched with Buckys own, his perfume and masculine musk, rubbed her senses just right. It began working in the opposite effect.

'Thank you.' She spared him a glance, smiling faintly. Immidietly regretting it as she was reminded of how good he looked in the hat.

His hand fell from the door to her knee. It was supposed to be a harmless gesture, one he'd done may times before. 'You're welcome, sweetheart.'

Oh. . But this time, everything slowed, shes sure of it. Flames that should not have sparked inside her were now, in fact, raging. She screwed her eyes shut. Damp breeze, floweres, grass, birds. . . She tried to focus, to think of something else, but– hand, his hand. Moving in slow-motion, squeezing the flesh above her knee. Then, the loss of his touch.

Her eyes shot open, and suddenly, time hastened again– she grabbed his hand and without even thinking, replaced it higher on her thigh. Her eyes widened in realisation, and she felt the cowboys eyes bore into her. God, it's hard to breathe all of a sudden.

'Girl. . .' There laid warning in his tone. They were headed into dangerous territory. Yet without heeding his own warning, his fingers dug into her upper thigh, eyes landing on the pushed up skirt of her dress. He grabbed it between his fingertips and pulled it down, exhaling a big breath as if it took everything in him not to do the opposite.

She shook her head in compressed motions, the feeling of his skin was heavenly. His hand alone, without touching any crucial parts of her, set her aflame. Hesitation still lingering in her body as she fought her thoughts.

The car screeched to a halt, they'd arrived at her house. Fuck, thank, god.

She reached for the door, realising in horror that she still held onto his hand. As she made to shake herself free, he entwined his fingers with hers and sighed, knowing full well why she was in such a rush. 'Hold on now, darlin', slow down.' He met her eyes. 'Let me help you down, at least.'

Breathe, she willed herself, and nodded to him. Waiting impatiently for Bucky to open her door. Her world spinning, the real problem was that it simply wasn't alcohol induced anymore.

The door opened, and he gripped her waist, lifting her out in a swift motion. Her skin– well, everything tingled at his touch. He set her down, on steady feet, and unsteady mind. 'We should talk about this.' He tried, following her as she marched toward her door.

'About what? There's nothing to talk about.'

'Darlin'. . .'

'Stop.' She whipped around to face him. 'Just stop. I'm not your darlin', 'N I'm sure as hell not your sweetheart.' She hissed and continued walking. The words hurt her as much as they must've hurt him. God, the walk to her house felt never ending.

'I just– I care for you sweeth–' He stopped, footsteps no longer sounding behind her. '. . .'N I love your father too. I've known him for most of my life. Feeling this way 'bout ya' doesn't come for free.'

Too? He said "too" didn't he?

She turned around. 'Too?' Her knees felt weak, her mind muddled by conflicting thoughts of her father and the man in front of her. And he was quite a sight, the picture of a cowboy in fact. Putting weight on one leg, he held his belt, and his hat covered his face as he tilted it down in silent brooding. How she imagined all cowboys did.

He sighed. 'Well–' shoulders shrugging. 'What'ya expect, beautiful as you are. Inside 'n out.' He walked up to her. His hand reached for her face. She should back away. She knew she should, but her feet wouldn't move. The backs of his fingers stroked strands of hair from her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone, his touch gentler than any man before him.

He laid his forehead against hers. 'I love y–'

She kissed him. He could not utter those words. Not yet. This was not the time.

Electricity shocked her nervous system. She could feel his hunger as he cupped her face, deeping the kiss. Yet, his needy lips slowed themselves for her sake, her uncertainty.

She pulled free, gasping for breath as she had forgotten it was a necessity and grabbed his hand, leading him to the house. Eyes looking back at him, speaking more than words ever could. It was just the matter of interpreting them.

He stood leaning against her kitchen counter, observing her as she sauntered toward him. Dress billowing around her thighs. Was this really happening?

He reached for her, laying his hands at her waist and taking the fabric of her dress between his fingers, pulling her toward him. 'I really do, you know.'

Her hand reached up to comb through his hair. 'Save it.' She smiled, her other hand sliding over her dress, stopping at her waist where the bow that tied the dress together was. Slowly, as he kept his eyes locked on hers. She pulled on the string, letting it come undone, and her dress fell open.

Bucky made a sound between a gasp and a moan, barely daring to take his eyes from hers. 'I'm at your mercy, sweet girl. Tell me what to do.' He breathed, eager fingers waiting for her approval.

His words were setting butterflies to flight. Her free hand grabbed his, and led it between the fabric of her dress and her body. Laying it atop her breast. 'Touch me.' She whispered.

Shivers, shivers, and goosebumps spread in waves over her chest as his fingers came in contact with her soft flesh.

She advanced, and he obliged her request as his other hand ran down her side, snaking around her back and grabbing her ass to pull her closer against his chest.

'Please. . .' He pleaded. 'I need to feel you.' His hands squeezed her breast, producing a whimper from her lips. 'Taste you.' He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, lining her bottom lip with his tongue. 'Anything, anything you're willin' to give me.'

Her brows furrow in tortured pleasure. Waves of pressure inside her that had no outlet, nowhere to go except to her core and mind. Her thoughts were mere static at this point, all of them reduced to neurons.

'Take all of me. . . All at once.' She exhaled, the air that they exchanged with one another merged into one unisome breath.

A pained grunt. 'You sure?' He grabbed his hat to remove it.

She grabbed his hand, stopping. 'You better keep that hat on,' she warned, then nodded. 'And, im sure.' She looked into his eyes. 'Now. . . fuck. me.' She demanded.

With that, he grinned and spun her around, pressing her up against the counter. Hips colliding with the countertop in a hard thud, but she did not care. All she wanted was him, and for this short moment when they were together, truly together, her father could be damned.

His hands ran up the side of her thighs, hiking her skirt onto his wrist, and flipped it over her ass. She groaned in pain. 'Can't wait any longer, hurry up.'

'Easy girl. . ' He slowed her as he tugged her pretty lace panties to the side, moaning at the sight of her. 'Stunnin'. . '

Her mind fogged, she disappeared for a moment, not really thinking about what was happening until she heard his belt buckle and then, finally. She felt him.

His hand moved to her hip as the other aligned his tip with her entrance, and without any more thinking and delaying, he pushed inside.

A mix between a whimper and a moan pushed its way out of her lungs. 'Fuck, yes.'

Her hands braced against the countertop, protecting her hipbones against the hard surface as he began thrusting.

But it wasn't enough. 'C'mon cowboy, harder.' A moan and breath combined into one.

His hand slid up her back, unintentionally tickling her the entire way. He grabbed her hair and circled it around his fist, then held her steady as he pushed himself into her even rougher.

'Mmmh. .' She hummed. But she needed more. She'd waited so long for this that she'd be damned if there wouldn't be bruises to remember him by. 'You can do better. . Mhh- fuck.' She moaned, struggling to get her words out as he bent over her, his thrusts reaching even deeper. He leveled his head with hers, and bit into her shoulder. His blissfull muffled moans made right at her ear, and along with them came the hot puffs of breath and the dirty sounds of slapping skin. Everything scratched the nervous center in her brain, just right. 'Yeah. . . Like that, mhm. . Show me how much you, uh-huh. –need me.' She managed, her words stuttering and stumbling.

'Feels so good.' He groaned. 'My darlin' girl.'

She no longer protested. She was his, in every sense of the word. And she loved it

'Yours, just yours.' She breathed.

'Good girl.' He moaned, obviously approving of her recognition.

She could not take much more. '. . 'M close Buck.'

He nodded, his forehead resting against her shoulder. She could barely make out his nodding against her shoulder in response. He must be close, too.

'I need to see ya' girl– wanna see ya'. . . See ya' cum.'

She couldn't answer. She only moaned in approval. But it was enough for him. His swollen member had her walls clenching, sucking and squelching around his member. Pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

He pulled out of her, spun her around, and lifted her by the hips onto the counter. His strength would never, not turn her on. And without missing a beat, slammed back into her again. 'Fuck! Just like that cowboy.' She cried. Their lips meeting in needy, rushed movements as they both approached their climax. Knots tightening, pressure building, and pressure realising.

In blinding hot waves, pleasure coursed through her as her orgasm finally arrived. 'Oh, girl. .' he moaned, sounding close to a whimper as it was uttered against her lips and into her mouth. 'My good, good girl.'

Oh, she wanted to cry. She wanted to cry so badly. But Bucky got there first, as he too came. Tears of joy and pleasure fell down his cheeks as powerful spurts of seed filled her core, and he collapsed to his knees. Throwing his arms around her hips, his head lulled into her lap.

'I love you.' He murmured, kissing her thighs in slow, sloppy kisses. Lovingly holding his arms tightly around her, afraid she'd disappear. He uttered, 'I love you.' Over and over again, between and during his kisses, it did not matter to him. He just needed to say it, and for her to hear it.

She watched him with awe, how could she never have known, or felt– not even seen a glimpse of the man before her, a man that worshipped her in this way. She ran her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp and nape soothingly as she smiled. Heart filled to the brim, for him.

'I love you too, Buck.' She whispered. 'Love you terribly, I think have for a long time, cowboy.'

He looked up at her, his chin resting on her knees as she slumped back against the cabinets, both catching their breaths. 'You'll be the death of me, woman.' Another tear rolled down his cheek, but there was no sorrow. Only proof of powerful stimulation, along with long pent-up feelings and needs.

She jumped off of the counter. 'Need ya' once more, before you head back.'

He grabbed her wrist and kissed his way up her forearm from his place on the floor. 'Yes, ma'am.'

She laid an index finger under his chin, tilting his face upward so their eyes could meet. 'Good. . .' She lifted the hat from his head, and placed it on herself with a smile. '. . .'Cause I still gotta ride ya'.'

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x f!sinner reader Smut Masterlist✨

I thought it would be a good idea to put all of my short stories (and headcanons) for our favorite Short King in one post so they can be easily found! This will be updated if or when I write more! Thanks for all the love on these btw, I never expected this much engagement for a genre I’ve never written about, I appreciate all of you 😭💖

Headcanons

Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons

Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Alphabet

One Shots

His Queen

Opening Up

Sensitivity

Desperation

Feathers

Pretty Boy

Lucifer in Lingerie artwork by the lovely @yuckypuppie

Dress Up, Part 1: The Proposal

The Engagement Ring artwork by the lovely @myhornybrainonlyknowsthis

Teasing Lucifer artwork by the lovely @bat-boness

Dress Up, Part 2: The Ceremony

Lucifer and OC Cuddling Scene artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Lucifer and Husk at the bar artwork by the lovely @luci-lover-forever

Lucifer and OC Wedding Attire artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Kiss the Bride artwork by the lovely @yourlocalcryptidbee

Lucifer Wedding Attire artwork by the lovely @bat-boness

Dress Up, Part 3: The Honeymoon

Double Trouble artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Triple Trouble artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Dress Up, Part 4: The Anniversary

Meeting with Asmodeus artwork by the lovely @luci-lover-forever

Bucking Bronco based on this Cowboy Lucifer art by the lovely @bat-boness

Behind (Not So) Closed Doors

Lead Us Into Temptation

Snake Tongue artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Falling For You (Again) - Lucifer x f!fallen angel reader

His Forbidden Fruit - Angel!Lucifer x f!Huamn Reader

Angel Lucifer artwork by the lovely @the-other-soup

These one shots are all on my AO3 account too!

My Ko-Fi

Asks/Drabbles

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (short dialogue segments) - NSFW

Cowgirl Imp OC artwork by the lovely @fluffypinkpillows

Lucifer w/ reader who's never received oral before - NSFW

Full Body Length Mirror - NSFW

Lucifer w/ an ace/sex repulsed reader - NSFW

Lucifer w/ a virgin reader - NSFW

Foreplay w/ Lucifer - NSFW

Reader catching Lucifer touching himself to them - See "Behind (Not So) Closed Doors" for a full short story - NSFW

Lucifer w/ a devout reader (corruption kink) - See "Lead Us Into Temptation" for a full short story - NSFW

Lucifer loves reader's laugh - SFW

Lucifer w/ a shy s/o who has a hard time taking compliments - SFW

Lucifer w/ a bigger s/o - NSFW

Lucifer w/ reader who isn't as ready as previously thought - NSFW

Lucifer and the love languages- SFW

Lucifer w/ an s/o with scars - SFW

Lucifer doesn’t know he’s on a date - SFW

Lucifer in a rut - NSFW

Lucifer loses his s/o in an accident- Angst

Lucifer x reader in heat - NFSW

Lucifer x reader in his penthouse - NSFW

Lucifer tries to hide his demonic traits -Hurt/Comfort (slightly spicy)

Lucifer x reader dry humping/thigh rubbing - NSFW

Lucifer turns cockwarming against you - NSFW

Lucifer x virgin reader - Loving One Night Stand -NSFW/Slight Angst

[buddierecs]

idiots in love buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

short circuit by: hauntsorchards "buck and eddie see who can go the longest without jerking off" word count: 10k important tags: fluff, sexual tension, phone sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, plot what plot, anal sex bring the bitter taste to a halt by: penofpisces "after an unfortunate mishap, buck needs some help. eddie is partially responsible, so he offers his help. or the viagra chocolate fic" word count: 5.3k important tags: aphrodisiacs, first time, blow jobs, breeding kink, hyperspermia, love confessions i can see you (up against the wall with me) by: champagne_for_breakfast "another cowboy hat fic inspired by ryan guzman and his appearance in everybody wants some!!" word count: 9.3k important tags: jealous!eddie diaz, riding, cowboy hats, praise kink, oblivious!evan buckley, first time, bottom!evan buckley, top!eddie diaz chafe the skin (you know i like it rough) by: honestlydarkprincess "the stubble fic." word count: 5.9k important tags: mutual pining, getting together, anal sex, praise kink, rimming, blow jobs, dom/sub leading with the left by: letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck said he was a "bartender" in "south america" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "mexico." and when eddie said, "what's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" in other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about buck. or eddie. or buck and eddie's relationship." word count: 84k important tags: stripper au, emotional slow burn, miscommunication, light dom/sub, anal sex, blow jobs, public sex, lap dances courtship behaviours of southern coastal husbro by: mad_lori "buck and eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. they are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros." word count: 49k important tags: slow burn, domestic partners, co-parenting, demisexual!eddie diaz, eventual smut, oral sex, frottage care for a helping hand? by: znks "sometimes you just gotta help your best friend jerk off" word count: 4.1k important tags: mutual pining, love confessions, hand jobs, praise kink, fingering, porn with feelings without ever touching his skin, how could i be guilty as sin? by: champagne_for_breakfast "the one where buck comes out, realizes he is in love, gets an inappropriate tattoo and has to live with the consequences of his actions" word count: 17k important tags: tattoos, feeling realisation, dom/sub, blow jobs, face-fucking, daddy kink, possessive!eddie diaz, praise kink it's not right (but it's okay) by: weewooforever "buck and eddie fuck nasty after tommy disappoints buck again." word count: 8.9k important tags: infidelity, drunk sex, moustache!eddie diaz, anal sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, first time hot stuff by: colormeparanoid "the one where a romantic evening together goes awry because of some red hot chilli peppers (and by that, I don't mean the band)" word count: 3.7k important tags: fluff, sex gone wrong, anal fingering, established relationship except everything by: underhung_aura "buck and eddie become friends with benefits, get high, and confess their love in the stupidest and most endearing way possible." word count: 26k important tags: friends with benefits, pining, boys in love, soft!buddie, pet names, hand jobs, blow jobs, praise kink

chase the pain (i'd do it again) by: buckalmighty "eddie keeps kissing buck while they’re drunk and buck kinda can’t stop thinking about it" word count: 10k important tags: drunk kissing, pre-relationship, dom/sub undertones, anal sex, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz stars by the pocketful (you wanting me tonight feels impossible) by: champagne_for_breakfast "buck and eddie accidentally get married after chimney's bachelor party in las vegas." word count: 27k important tags: las vegas wedding, friends to husbands to lovers, minor buck/tommy, anal sex, praise kink, didn't know they were dating

[redr0sewrites]

(Tumblr kicked me out in the middle of me writing this ask I'm so sorry if you receive this twice 😭)

I JUST READ YOUR STRIKER HEADCANONS AND IM DROOLING RN

I think he likes it when you make him fight for it sometimes. He likes the power struggle. Wrestle with him in bed, make him hold you down, make him tie your wrists together to keep you from flipping him over. If he wants to dom you, make him earn it.

Also? Heavy on the gunplay. It's never loaded of course and you have a safeword should you ever need it, but seeing that little twinge of fear in your eyes when you realize you can't keep fighting him, he won, you're powerless, AND he has a gun pressed against your temple? Delicious. Makes him feel strong.

Could I maybe request something like this?

yes oh my god this is literally what i was thinking when i made those hcs NONNIE U READ MY MIND ♥️

🥀Cw: smut, a bit of fluff, established relationship/consent, reader is gn but there is one use of m'am/sir, powerplay, scratching, biting, gun kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

you collapse against the bed as striker pins you down, beating you easily in yet another wrestling match. the mattress dips from your combined weight, and striker used the opportunity to lean down, whispering against your neck. the combination of thefeeling of his breath ticking your sensitive skin and his raspy voice makes you shjver. "aww, how sweet," striker coos, mockingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "did ya really think y'could beat me, poppet?" you squirm beneath him, his hips planted firmly above you with his thighs caging you in place. you buck your hips upwards, eliciting a hiss from striker as you grind against his prominent buldge. his tail rattles slightly, curling up around your thigh as, with one hand, he grabs you wrists and pins them down above your head.

"fucking brat," striker spat, using his free hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. his cowboy hat tipped forward, falling of his head as he leaned down to kiss you messily. you giggle when the hat falls to the side, but the giggle soon melts into a moan as striker grinds down against you. "fuck, doll, look what you do t'me.." striker murmurs against your lips, and you let him slip his tongue into the cavern of your mouth as the hand on your face travels down to your neck.

suddenly, with all your might, you push up against him, attempting to flip him over onto his back. striker lets out a throaty chuckle, tsking when you whine out his name. "y'wanna be on top, sugar? too damn bad," his voice transcends into a growl as he makes quick work of your pants and undergarments. he pulls apart from you to quickly undress himself, and while you remove your top, you also use the time to admire his toned body. "like what ya see?" striker smirks, crawling on top of you again, his hands finding purchase on your supple thighs. he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze before gently teasing your entrance with a finger. "y'ready?" he asks, his voice adopting a softer, serious tone. "if ya want to stop, we always can." you smile, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your needy hole. "i know, striker. and i know what i want- i want you, and i want you to touch me." the corner of his mouth twitches, fighting off a crazed grin. "y'really are such a doll, y'know that?" striker whispers huskily, plunging a finger into you. you gasp at the pleasurable intrusion, soon accompanied by a second finger as he stretches you out.

"o-oh! ffuck-" you gasp, keening as he curls his fingers with mind numbing accuracy. striker brushes your hair out of your eyes, watching your face twist in pleasure as you pant. he can feel you practically sucking in his fingers, and a sudden idea strikes him. "open up," striker commands, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. your hole clenches around his fingers and you throb at the sight of the weapon. without hesitation you open your mouth, drool pooling on the edge of your lips as he shoves the gun into your mouth. you gasp, shocked by the cold sensation of the metal against your tongue. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, the coil in your abdomen squeezing tighter by the second.

suddenly, striker pulls his hand away, relishing in the muffled, needy whimper that slips past your lips. "aw, d'worry poppet," he chuckles, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself with your hole. "i'd never leave ya unsatisfied". striker thrusted in slowly, watching as your aching hole swallows his cock in a vice-like grip. "o-oh!" you gasp airily, thighs clamping around his waist as you claw down his back. striker begins to move, slowly but surely thrusting into you as you adjust to his size. it takes everything in him not to loose all restraint and fuck you senseless, especially with the way your moaning his name like a prayer. your hole was tightening around him and your wanton moans grew louder and louder, signifying that you were close.

you clench around him impossibly tight, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "striker- oh fuucnghh-" you gasp, your words muffled by the gun stil in your mouth as the coil in your abdomen snaps. your mind went perfectly blank as you ride out your high, striker cursing up a storm as his orgasm follows immediately after you. he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your stomach and chest.

striker gently pulls the gun from your mouth as you come down from your euphoric high, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and gently massaging your sore jaw.

"y'okay, bubs?" striker asked, gently cupping your face as he collapses beside you. "mhm," you murmur, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "just a lil' tired..." striker chuckles at your reply, gently kissing your forehead. suddenly, an idea struck you, and you crawl on top of him. striker watches you with amusement as you straddle him, his teeth glinting in the moonlight streaming in from outside your window.

"not too tired for round two, i see," striker snarks, and you shush him. "if you want to cum, then i suggest you stop talking," you reply, and striker swallows hard. "yes m'am/sir," he whispers, wetting his lips as you grind down against him. "i promise i'll behave," he murmurs, eyes glistening with lust as his hands travel to grip your thighs. "we'll see about that," you reply, already knowing your in for a long night.

I HAD TO HYPE MYSELF UP FOR THIS ONE 😭 this will probably have a pt2 w sub striker cuz i cant resist the opportunity- sorry i haven't posted in like a week ive been fighting demons (anxiety and burnout 😭) but i really wanted to finish this! i have a few more wips that will be posted soon, and im considering adding marvel/the mcu to the list of fandoms i write for cuz ive been falling back into my marvel phase lmao. ANYWAYSSSS I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!!

[iliketangerines]

Hi! So like can I request mk11 Kung Lao x Dom!AFABReader?

keep your hands to yourself

a/n: i gotchu cutie. can't stop thinking about kung lao bro, i just know he would eat pussy so good.

pairing: sub!kung lao x dom!afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, edging, cowboy, degradation kink

it’s one of the few times you’re able to get away from the monastery, you and Kung Lao, and it’s pissing you off

people are circling him, like flies to rotten meat, and Kung Lao not pushing away their advances has your blood boiling

you knew your boyfriend was attractive, built shoulder, thicks thighs, and a slim waist

you just didn’t expect your boyfriend to be so clueless or stupid about people coming onto him, and you’ve had to sit by and watch others flirt with him as if you weren’t right next to him

you know that he’s relishing in the attention as well, but when you growl at him that you’re both going back and you smack his ass, he knows he’s in for it

you both climb back up to the monastery, you angry and Kung Lao following behind with a kicked puppy expression

you brush off Liu Kang’s greeting and beeline straight for your bedroom with Kung Lao in tow

the second you both get in your bedroom, you slam the door shut and grip his head and forces him to his knees

you shove his head into your clothed pussy, ordering him to take off your pants and eat you out

he does so happily, quickly unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down to press his tongue into your clit and fuck you on his tongue

he reaches his hands up to grip at your hips, but you slap them away, telling him to keep his hands behind his back where you can see them

he whines into your cunt but obediently puts his hand behind his back and sucks on your clit while you grind into his face

you spread your legs a little wider to give him more access, and he takes the opportunity to fuck your wet pussy even deeper on his tongue

you bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning and instead push his head deeper into your cunt

he starts humping against your leg, desperate for any type of friction, and you bring your foot up to dig your heel into his cock, and he whimpers at the sensation

you grind your clit into his nose and tell him that he’s such a slut, looking for attention and flirting with those other people, that he’s such a brat to try and get your attention like that

you dig your foot harder into his cock, and he desperately fucks into you with his tongue, trying to bring you to a release so that he can prove that he’s a good boy

you watch his eyes glaze over as you continue to degrade him, telling him that maybe you should whore him out for a few bucks if he’s going to be so greedy with the attention

you feel his dick twitch at the statement, and you smile wickedly, telling him that he actually liked that thought? maybe he’s more of a slut than you thought

he doubles down on his efforts, sucking on your clit and flicking it back and forth with his tongue, and you bite your lip as you cum, pulling his head off so that he can’t taste you

it ruins your orgasm a bit, but the pathetic look on his face as he tries to reach forward and taste you with his tongue is worth it

you drag him back up and tell him to strip, and then you push him onto the bed, his dick slapping against his stomach as you crawl your way up

you pump him a few times as you settle on his lap and then slide your cunt up and down his cock, he goes to grab at your hips again, but you slap them away

you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you at all tonight for being such a brat, and you can see tears welling up his eyes at the order

but he obediently grips onto the sheets below him, and you continue sliding your wet cunt up and down his cock

his hips start bucking up, desperate for more friction than the slow slide of your pussy, but you continue your pace and pinch his nipple roughly for moving

he whimpers and begs you to please put it in, please he’ll be so good for you

you smile and relent, lifting yourself up enough so that you can align yourself and sink down onto him

the both of you let out a groan at the feeling, and you grind your clit into his pelvis but don’t do anymore that that, just grinding yourself into him

he begs in a whiny voice for you to move, and you tell him that you are moving, and you press your weight further into him to prove the point

he throws his head back, trying to hide the blush overcoming his face as asks for you to please ride him

you smile and ask him to speak up and to look at you when he’s asking, it’s disrespectful not to

he stares at you with those big brown eyes and asks you in a desperate voice for you to please ride him

you smirk and start riding him, bouncing up and down his cock quickly, and he throws his head back as he whines into the air

you reach your own hand down to rub at your clit, making your own pussy clench around his sensitive dick as you touch yourself

you tell him to look at you, that he can’t touch any of you because he’s been bad, and you pinch at your nipples and clit to prove a point, stifling a moan

Kung Lao bites his lip, hands fisting the sheets as he resists the urge to touch you and his dick twitching inside of you as he grows close

you throw your head back, lost in the pleasure as you rub rough circles into your own clit, and you lift yourself up off him and cum all over his abs, your sweetness dripping down your fingers and onto him

Kung Lao whines at the loss of the feeling of your pussy, so close to cumming until you pulled off him, and his hips uselessly rut up into the air as you fist the base of his dick

he looks down at you, confused as to why you won’t let him cum, and you smile back at him and squeeze the base of his cock, drawing a whimper out of the man

you tell him he’s not allowed to cum at all, and Kung Lao whines, knowing that he’s in for a long night

as insatiable as Kung Lao was, you were twice as hungry and wouldn’t let him cum until you were satisfied

and you were hard to satisfy

[coleszzzworld]

Nsfw head canons for miggy 😩🙌🏽.

Warnings- Hate F*cking , overstimulation, praise , breeding 😀 ,cussing , hair pulling , just sum kinky stuff! Read at your own risk ⚠️!

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•when Miguel comes homes from the HQ , and he’s in a bad mood , he’ll just bend you over , doesn’t matter where If your in the kitchen, he’ll bend you over the counter, in the bathroom? , no worries he’ll bend you over the bathroom sink ! , it doesn’t matter like I said., when he needs it , he’ll get it 👀… “Bebé te necesito…”. [baby I need you…]

•he needs a way too release his stress , he has pent up stress and anger from work , he just takes it out on you , while he’s fucking you from the back he’ll grab your hair and pull it , while he’s saying mean things :) , he has no chill , he’ll say the most dehumanizing thing and later on will act like he never said it 😭 , “eres una puta tan buena para mí , t-taking me so good , I love when you let me fuck you when ever I want … your such a good fuck toy perra..” [“your such a good whore for me]. [“bitch”]

•even when he made you cum 4 times , he keeps going, bro has a lot of stamina, and anger ,when it gets too sensitive , you try too stop him or try too crawl away , he’ll just slap your hand away from trying too stop his sloppy thrusts , if you try too crawl away he’ll pull you back down on his cock , then he’ll tease you for not being able too take him . “C-can’t even take me anymore huh? , cmon perra … I know you can take it , just a l-little bit more for me.”

•when Miguel isn’t hate fucking you , he loves praising you , don’t get me wrong he still loves it rough but he takes some time too love your body , and appreciate it , he loves when your on top of him , riding him (save a horse ride a cowboy 🤠) he’ll grab your boob , and the other hand is on your hip as you grind and jump on dat dickkk (sorry I’ll stop 😭) he’ll just praise you on riding him so good , “mi amor , your doing so good riding my cock l-like that , g-god I love you so much …”. [“my love”].

•Ngl this man breeding kink go brrrrrrr , I mean he wants too have kids with you , he thinks you would make such a good mommy , so when you and him are on the verge of cumming , his breeding kink go crazy , while your saying your about too cum , he’ll push your hips down , and speak , “mi amor ,would you like it if I came in you , and made you a mami ?” You moan a yes in a response , “you would be a good mami , baby , you’d take great care of our kids, and I know you’ll be their when I n-need you most” he moan out as he bucks his hips into yours , then finally both of y’all reaching y’all’s highs .

•let’s just say a few weeks past and your pregnant 😀 Miguel might have not showed it , but that man was so fucking happy:)

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A/n ( I know I said I would i make fic , I am but I wanted too get something out real quick , so I made this , 😩🙌🏽 don’t worry miggy fan fic coming soon💅🏽)

[yeollie-plz]

Swans A Swimming

Day 7 of Pedromas! | Masterlist

Agent Whiskey x F! Reader

Synopsis: Agent Whiskey takes you for a swim.

Genre: smut

Warnings: exhibitionist, p in v sex, pool sex, unprotected sex, kissing, fingering, daddy kink, mentions of spanking, almost getting caught

Gif credits to owners!

The minute you have slipped your cover off, his eyes were on you. The lacking material of your bikini left little to the imagination. And damn was he imagining.

All he wanted to do was rip it right off of your body. But he was going to take his time. Especially if he had you in such a compromising place. The pool wasn’t exactly private and Whiskey wasn’t exactly complaining.

“Well, sweetness, what do we have here.” He says as you wade over to where he is lounging at the shallow end of the pool.

Of course, you feign innocence, “I’m not sure what you mean.” As you speak you let your hand run across his chest. The water helping you easily slide your legs over his, straddling him.

“Wearing almost nothing.” He whispers, taking the sight of your breasts in fully, now that they were right in front of him.

“Thought you’d like it.” Your hands make their way around his neck.

He lets out a mix between a laugh and a groan at your statement. Hands now finding your waist as he pulls your body into his crotch. You feel him already getting hard.

“Whoa, cowboy, this turned on already?” Now it’s your turn to laugh. You bite your lip.

“Got me all excited.” He says, simply.

His hand leaves your hip to make its way to your core. He slips his fingers past your bikini bottoms and finds your clit quickly, massaging it. You whimper at the sudden feeling.

"That's it, baby, feel it. Let me pleasure you." You're whimpering again at his words. His index finger dips past your folds, quirking them a bit to hit your g spot.

"Jack-" You whimper.

"Words." Is all he says back, not needing to say more.

"Need you, quickly. We are so exposed here."

"Really? Thought my little exhibitionist would like it out here. What with the way you teased me at dinner the other night." His other hand has now made contact with your clit, rubbing it in time with his fingers.

"That was-that was different."

He tsks at you, "Not sure it was, pretty girl. I mean you're putty in my hands right now, I think you like it."

Instead of responding you just moan at his words and reconnect your lips to his. Biting down on his bottom lip with his fingers hit extra deep inside of you.

Now he's moaning into your lips as your hips buck into his hand, trying to get yourself off. You can tell he wants you as much as you want him. He's enjoying the fact that the two of you could be caught at any minute just as much as you are. You can especially tell by how easily he reacts to your touch when you decide to tease him back.

Your hands have found their way to his hardened dick, teasing him through the fabric of his swim trunks. He is once again left moaning, as his hips are now the ones bucking up. You giggle slightly at how much he reacts to you.

"Think teasing me is funny?" He says simply. The words are laced with subtle annoyance, more from a place of dominance than anger.

"Just want you so bad, daddy." The nickname makes him pause for a second. You smile to yourself, knowing what it does to him.

"You won't be laughing when I've spanked you more times than you can count later. When I bring you to your edge over and over again, but don't allow you to cum." Although the words are talking about punishment, they still make you wetter at the thought. A little whimper slips past your lips at his words.

Now he's laughing, before slipping his fingers out of you. You let out a whine at the loss, but he just tsks again. Pulling his trunks down just enough to let his dick out, he grabs your hips and lets the water help guide you down on it. You moan instantly at the stretch. Not giving you much time to adjust, he starts to lift you off of his dick before pushing you back on it. His hips move upwards to press his member even deeper into you.

He continues this rough motion, keeping the pace fast, trying to bring you both to orgasm quickly. You aren't sure if its because you teased him so much, that you are out in public, or because he can't wait to get your back to the bedroom. But whatever the reason you aren't complaining. Especially when his dick hits your g spot, causing you to fall forward slightly, loosing your balance.

He's laughing at you again, "See, putty." The words are matched with his thumb finding your clit again, working it in circles. His lips find yours and kiss you, hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips when you gasp at the mixture of feelings.

The water moves with his thrusts, splashing up around you two. But you are too busy to notice the chlorine in your eyes, not with the beginnings of your orgasm starting. Your walls clench around his dick, signaling your impending peak.

"Cum with me." Is all you need to hear before your walls are spasming over his dick, drawing his orgasm also out of him.

As your walls continue to milk him of his cum, his thrusts become slower and so does his thumb on your clit. When he has figured, you two are fully down from your highs, he pecks your lips before leaning his forehead against yours.

"Well, that was fun, but we might wanna calm down and get out of here. I think some people are coming." He says before tilting his head towards the sound of people yelling and laughing coming closer.

Quickly you lift yourself off of him, causing him to hiss at the speed you did it at. You fix your bikini bottoms as you walk up the steps and out of the pool.

Winking back at him as you purposefully show your ass to him before slipping your cover over yourself. More specifically your ass that he was eyeing like he had never seen anything like it. As his view is covered he looks up to your eyes, your eyes spark with play.

You bend down, face inches from his, "Come on, daddy. Why don't we try out the sauna?"

Your lips brush his, before pulling away right before he can kiss you. He falls forward a bit, expecting to meet you instead of air. You stand and saunter off towards the sauna. Swaying your hips, knowing that his eyes are bearing into you as you walk away.

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💚❤️Happily Ever After 💚❤️

Cowboy Joel Miller x f reader

Surprise! @frannyzooey I’m your @pedrostories Secret Santa!! I was so excited to write this for you! You said you liked modern and western au’s so here’s a fluffy modern western!(: this is the fluffiest fic I’ve ever written so I really hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, p in v (use contraception my dudes), 1 time jump, 1 flashback, bondage with Christmas lights, 1 use of spit as lube, alcohol (reader drinks 1 beer), reader is described as having tits and ass, 1 use of gagging with panties, use of ‘daddy’ , anal fingering, pussy eating, breeding kink, pregnancy, marriage, I believe this is everything if I missed any let me know! ❤️💚❤️

Words: 2,334

Las Vegas, Nevada

December 7, 2022

Wrangler National Finals Rodeo

The noise inside the stadium is almost deafening as the last bull rider lasts longer than eight seconds on a bull named Bodacious who’s well known for injuring riders. Everyone expected to see the Joel Miller get bucked off quick and probably end up with several severe injuries. So to watch that man beat the record for staying on the longest on what’s probably the most dangerous bull in America is the greatest spectacle any one could’ve witnessed. You’re not surprised though. Your husband has been one of the best cowboys in the nation for a while now. The two of you met when he moved to your town a few years ago and started practicing on your dads ranch. You’ll never forget that afternoon when you first laid eyes on him. You had been looking for your dad and had walked out of the stables only to find a very handsome stranger brushing your Appaloosa horse named Whiskey. Poor Joel never stood a chance, you had him wrapped around your pinky finger from the very first ‘Well howdy cowboy’.

You watch Joel walk back to the sidelines in the arena and your quick to down the rest of your beer and head down to the stables to surprise him.

Mid afternoon in the Nevada heat. Nothing but peace and quiet, laying out by the pond under the shade of a few trees. Nobody else around for miles, just you and Joel. The sun warming your body as you lay back on the soft quilt covering the ground as Joel peppers soft, sweet kisses down your body as he makes his way to that sweet haven between your legs. The way he pulls the most delicious sounds out of you as he brings you to orgasm again and again before he makes his way back up your body and fills you to the brim with his thick cock. Your lips on his as he thrusts deeply into you over and over. Joel grabs your hands, threading his fingers with yours as he holds them above your head.

“I love you Joel” you whisper softly into his lips before falling apart on his cock.

His gorgeous brown eyes widen as he takes the beautiful sight of you in, “I love you darlin’. I love you so damn much.”

Music is playing through the speakers and the roar of the crowd is dimmed as you make your way down to the stables. You made sure to wear your favorite pair of blue jeans that make your ass look sensational. Paired with a green plaid button up with the top three buttons undone with a push up bra on so your tits look fantastic. Standing in the far back corner you hide behind a stall wall as you hear a few voices approach.

“You did great out there man! I couldn’t be proud of you Joel, that is what’s it all about man!” You hear your daddy say

“I wouldn’t be half the man I am without you sir. You know I appreciate everything you do for me.” Joel responds as both men lean in to each other for a one armed hug and a pat on the back.

You can hear footsteps move away but before you move out from behind the wall, you feel a big hand grab your hip from behind.

You yelp as something pulls you back. Covering your mouth with your hand, eyes wide as you see it’s just Joel.

“Joel! You scared me! I was trying to surprise you!” You reprimand him as you swat at his chest. He just smiles real big as he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into him.

“You’re so cute when you get all flustered darlin’. I can’t help myself”

All you can do is smile back at him as you reach up and clasp your hands together behind his neck, getting up on your tip toes to press your lips into his. You smile into the kiss as he kisses you back. Letting him take control and deepening it as he swipes his tongue across your lip. You open up for him as your tongue meets his and you both begin to explore each others mouths. His spiced, woodsy musk filling your nostrils, you can already feel your panties growing damp with your slick.

“Ahem” a man clearing his throat, jolting you away from Joel, embarrassed you’ve been caught yet again, “Mrs Miller I hate to interrupt but Ima need Joel to come with me now for the awards ceremony.”

You and your husband’s embarrassment subsides as you both let out a chuckle. Joel leans forward and softly presses his lips against your forehead before walking away with his assistant, Jake.

Later that night. . .

Christmas lights twinkle in your bedroom as Joel ties you up. Laying on your back, your knees pushed into your chest as he ties the lights around your arms and wrist to your legs, keeping you spread wide open for him. You can’t help but moan around your panties he’s gagged you with. Watching him tie you up, his fingers working fast. The both of you naked as the day you were born.

Joel stands up next to the bed, admiring his work as he starts stroking his cock, “You look so fucking beautiful baby, all mine too.” He says as he begins to kneel on the bed in front of you. Joel takes his cock and drags the tip from your clit down to your entrance. He does this a few times, gathering your slick on his cock before gently pushing just the tip inside of you.

Joel is mesmerized as he watches your tight cunt bloom open for him. Still holding his cock, he slowly pulls back out and swirls the head around your hole before slowly pushing the tip back in.

“Goddamn darlin you look so beautiful taking me. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

He dips his head slightly forward and spits on your cunt. Your eyes wide as you watch it drop down. His saliva lands on your clit, sliding down to join the wet mess you’ve made. You let out a muffled moan.

Joel groans before using his cock to spread his spit up and down your slit a couple of times before pushing back into you. This time feeding you more of his cock before pulling out once again. You’re so turned on his teasing starts to hurt in the most delicious way, you can’t help but let out a whine.

Joel makes a clicking noise with his teeth, “ now baby I hope that wasn’t a whine I just heard. You know I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt good. Ya gotta have a little patience sweetheart, let daddy play with ya first.”

You begin to whine again and it turns into a moan as he pushes back into you, going all the way to the hilt. His thick cock feels so deep inside of you, your breath caught in your throat.

“Fuck darlin oh shit you feel so good” Joel moans out as he throbs his cock inside of you. He leans forward, one of his arms snakes under your neck while the other arm wraps over the top of your head, his chest on yours as he reaches up and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. He moves his face down yours to rest his forehead against your forehead. His nose moving down your nose. His soft brown eyes boring into yours as he starts to thrust softly. The two of you looking deeply into each others eyes as he slowly rocks into you. Shallow breaths taken, Joel’s eyes close shut as he thrust in real deep and grinds into you before pulling all the way out. You feel so empty without him as he sits back on his legs. He takes his finger and dips into you before trailing the same finger down to your puckered hole.

“Mm so fucking pretty baby. My pretty baby.” He whispers, looking absolutely captivated by you as he starts to sink his finger into your asshole. Once he gets down to the first knuckle, he wiggles his finger gently inside of your hole. He brings his other hand to your pussy and begins to rub circles around your clit with his thumb as he gently begins to finger your asshole. Joel brings his face down and starts licking wide stripes up your cunt as he continues to finger your ass. The feeling of having him in there while he shoves his tongue inside your pussy and continues to rub your clit has you on an extreme edge. Everything in your body is lit, you feel yourself going higher and higher. Joel must’ve noticed and starts moving faster. It’s all too much, you practically black out, drool running down your chin from being gagged, your eyes rolled back as you scream as loud as you can as you cum hard from his ministrations. Your juices just flow from you as he continues to drink as if he’s been lost in the desert for a year and you’ve gifted him water. Your legs shaking, Joel can feel your legs try to close around his head. He pulls his finger out as he gives your clit a kiss before getting back up. He’s painfully hard but he knows he has to cum inside of you. He already made you his when y’all got married but to get you pregnant? Watch your belly grow round with his child? Now that scratches the deepest itch he has. Everyone would know your his without any doubt then. They would know you are his. Body, mind and soul. He unties the lights and throws them on the ground and pulls your panties out of your mouth. You reach up and kiss him, your tongue darting into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Joel grabs your hips and flips you on your stomach,

“Come here baby I need to feel this sweet cunt creaming on my cock.”

Your face is smashed into the bed as you feel Joel lift you hips up causing your ass to stick up in the air. Before you can even take a full breath, Joel thrusts his cock inside you knocking the breath right out of you. Your whole body lit ablaze with euphoric pleasure. He gives you no time to adjust before he starts pounding the absolute life out of you. His thick cock head punching up into your guts, kissing your cervix. The way he fills you completely, your pussy stretched around him and all you can do is lay there and take every punishing shove of his cock. Still reeling from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long before your already feeling another orgasm approaching.

“Oh fuck honey, yea that’s it baby goddamn this pussy is good to me. My pretty little wife being such a dirty little whore all for her husband.”

Joel is never shy in the bedroom, always vocal, praising you for how good you feel and how good you make him feel. His moans are starting to turn into deep guttural groans and you know he’s close. Something about making this man, the love of your life, lose all inhibitions all because of you has you rolling to your peak.

“Oh god oh god Joel oh I’m coming! I’m coming!” You manage to scream out as white hot, blinding pleasure encapsulates your whole being.

“Fuck yes honey that’s it! Oh fuck I can feel you squeezing the life outta my cock baby ngh o-oh fuck baby let me make you a mama, please. Please baby. I wanna see those sweet tits grow and your belly grow with my seed. Oh god baby nngh f-fuck!”

“Oh god yes baby! Do it! Cum inside me Joel!”

You barely have the first syllable of his name out of your mouth before his hot cum is shooting out deep inside you, coating your walls.

Next December. . .

You stand next to the Christmas tree in front of the window, looking out on your little piece of land you and Joel built your house on. Feeling absolute peace and serenity, your hand resting on your big belly. Joel was not joking when he said he wanted to make you a mama. It took a few tries but he did it. You’re 8 months pregnant with a sweet baby boy on the way. You’ll never forget when you found out. Couldn’t hold any food down, you seemed to smell everything in high def. You had an little inkling that you were pregnant. But then you took a test and saw those two pink lines. The most joyous feeling washing over you. Of course you took ten more tests just to be 100% sure. That day Joel walked in the side door that leads into the kitchen, you were already jumping into his arms before he could even reach down and take his boots off and accidentally knocked his cowboy hat off his head. The both of you falling into a little fit of giggles as you press your lips into his. Giving him a sweet kiss after sweet kiss before jumping down and grabbing his hands in yours as you led him into the living room where you had a little gift waiting for him.

Soon you feel your husbands big warm arms wrap around you. His chest against your back as he rests his cheek against your head.

“Whatcha thinking about darlin’?”

“Oh nothing honey just thinking about how lucky I am. How I can’t wait to watch our babies grow and run around and play.”

Joel doesn’t respond but you can feel the smile on his lips before he softly presses a kiss to your temple. The two of you continue to stay in this warm embrace as you look out the window, imaging your future.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed! I made the moodboard and I also made a lil playlist of country songs to get the vibes going. Merry Christmas & happy holidays my sweets! ❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

[911varietyposts]

Take the Hat, Ride the Cowboy

Buddie | 1, 219 words | Explicit

@fivealarmfest prompt: "new kinks/new experiences"

“The cowboy hat rule has gone into effect I see.” Eddie chuckled, Buck’s body pressing closer to his own. The other man could only raise an eyebrow in confusion at Eddie’s words. “Cowboy hat rule; take the hat, ride the cowboy.” Eddie explained, a smirk dancing on his lips as Buck’s mouth flew open.

OR: Buck takes Eddie's cowboy hat and learns all about the cowboy hat rule.

Ao3 Link: Take the Hat, Ride the Cowboy - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[triplesilverstar]

Day 24

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Beastman Bull Knives X F!Reader 

CW:  Bad pick up lines, Drinking, bad flirting, grinding, wall sex, Penis in vagina sex, breeding kink, dirty talk

Word count: 3294

A/N: Day 24, You went to the bar because of a rumor about two bull beastmen working at a cowboy themed one. Maybe you’ll get lucky and get to ride one of them.

When you heard about the bar you had to laugh, sure beastmen weren’t that uncommon anymore and society was still sort of adjusting to them. There would always be some bigots in the world, but, to hear about a western bar that had two bull beastmen working the bar? Yea right. There were tropes and then there were tropes. 

You’d even made a bet with one of your friends, and upon entering the door you were out twenty bucks. 

Stood right behind the bar were the two bull beastmen, and you had to admit they were both pretty cute. Blond hair, pretty blue eyes that were different shades, with their cow ears twitching and black horns sticking out of their heads. With the way they were dressed, it was easy to tell they were well paid to be behind the bar. One of them even had a tag clipped to his ear and a collar with a bell attached like he was a cow instead of a bull. 

His skin tight black shirt wasn’t helping either, showing off a very nice built body, at the bar it didn’t take you long to learn they were twins. The smaller of the two seemed far more friendly as he served drinks, or maybe he was better at getting tips then his twin.

You’d learned their names were Vash and Kni, and you’d had to turn away to keep from snorting upon hearing the name Vash. Sure, your french was rusty but what kind of cruel parent names one of their kids that happens to be a beastman bull, a name that sounds a lot like vache, the french word for cow?

As the night wore on you found yourself watching the more built twin from the corner of your eye, damn he was handsome, and something about those glacial eyes made you horny beyond belief. Swallowing your shot you deadpanned “I’m gonna ask what it takes to ride that bull.” Met by groans of disbelief from your friends, but you aren’t deterred. 

As you order a beer and Kni hands it to you after you pay you raise an eyebrow “you look like a bull made for the rodeo, how about we see how long it takes you to buck me off?” 

Kni raises an eyebrow in return “funny. You look more like a clown than a cowboy, but then again.” Leaning across the bar to whisper low in your ear “the cowboys are smart enough to know to start on top before they get in the ring.” 

Well. It’s not a flat out no. You get the feeling he’s heard similar lines before and is used to sending people like you off in a flushed mess. “Every clown has to start somewhere. Besides, maybe I’m the kinda gal who just likes it bareback.” 

That gets you a snort “bareback is for horses. Not bulls. I guess you are a clown then.” There is a hint of a smile on his face now, and you think he might be enjoying himself. Leaning back behind the bar, watching to see if any of the other patrons are looking for a drink.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ve never been shown the time of my life before?” Taking a swig of your beer and watching that smile grow into a grin. 

“Alright. I’ll make you a deal” hanging on his every word as he leans across the bar again pointing at a mechanical bull. “Make it for three minutes and I’ll let you take me home.” 

Licking your lips you look him up and down, “and if I can’t make it?” 

He just shrugs, nodding as he’s flagged down by another patron at the bar “guess you’ll prove you’re the clown.” 

That leaves you laughing, heading towards it and looking for the guy who operates it. The bar thankfully doesn’t go silent as people try the mechanical bull, otherwise the first time when it starts up and you’re thrown right away you would have been beyond embarrassed. 

The second time, you fare a little better getting to thirty three seconds before being thrown and landing on your face near the padded floor. You aren’t a quitter though, told for liability sake you get a third chance but that’s it. Breathing deep you try to relax, if it’s like a horse it makes more sense to try and just let it move you instead of fighting. 

This time you’re laughing as the bull bucks and turns, feeling parts of your stomach being left behind and you think based on how long you’ve held on for you made it when you’re finally thrown off. Looking at the timer you feel your face fall, one minute fifty nine seconds. You had another full minute to go, a hand clapped to your back from the worker telling you good try. Heading back to the bar you notice Kni watching and you simply shrug your shoulders “looks like I’m the clown after all. Thanks for being a good sport with the flirting, guess I’ll go hang my head in shame.” Reaching across the bar to give him a handshake after admitting defeat. 

Feeling your eyebrows furrow when he presses something into your hand “maybe next time.” He agrees, grinning at you. Once you’re back at the table with your friends who are laughing at you, you look at the item he’d passed you. 

I’m off in an hour if you want that riding lesson.

His little message has a number scratched beside it, pulling out your phone and sending it a text, watching Kni pick up his own from the bar and looking out over the crowd. Once his eyes are on you he winks, and sends a wink emoji to your phone before putting it back in his pocket. 

An hour later you come up with an excuse telling your friends you’re sore from being thrown off the mechanical bull. Being told it serves you right for trying to flirt like that, and once outside you see him leaning against the side of the building with a hat and jacket to hide his work outfit. “Ready for that riding lesson?” A smirk across his face and you don’t need to worry about the chill in the air with how warm you are both from the booze running in your system and growing in your core.

“You betcha.” A smirk of your own firmly in place, watching him push himself off from the wall, and without the bar in the way you see his tail twitching. “So. Thought I wasn’t gonna get to take you home unless I made it to three minutes.” You question following his steps as he heads down the sidewalk. You were curious when he gave you the note, having expected that to be the end of it. 

“Sure. I didn’t tell you I was gonna take you home if you made it two. One second short was close enough. Honestly, most give up after they get thrown the first time, so you might have piqued my interest.” You laugh, throwing your head back following behind him, making comments as the two of you walk. 

Ten minutes later and you’re outside his apartment door, waiting and watching that tail of his twitch again while he unlocks the door. Once open he’s waving you inside “nice place you g-” as the door clicks closed and he locks it you find yourself up in the air and his mouth on yours as he slams you against the door his hands kneading your ass. Moaning your hands grasping his shoulders as the two of you are quick to deepen the kiss, hoping you don’t taste too much like all the liquor you’ve drank tonight. 

While you’re making out, your hands start to wander pressing and pinching against his skin, breaking from the kiss when your fingers hit the cow bell attached to the collar he’s still wearing. Looking at and realizing he’s staring at you, lust reflecting clear in those ice blue eyes “right. Riding lesson.” It’s muttered against the skin of your chin like he’d forgotten about it, keeping you in the air as he heads for his bedroom. You don’t miss the way he holds you up, braced under one arm so his hand can wander along your backside giving it a few pinches. You use the time to tease the skin of his neck not hidden away by his shirt or the collar, licking and leaving small hickies in the wake of your sucking. Hands reaching up to rub at the horns atop his head giving them the lightest of tugs, and this time he’s the one laughing. 

“I can’t feel anything when you grab them.” Pausing in his groping of your skin to push the door open, making sure when his hand lands on your back once more he’s pushing you forward so you’re rubbing against his front. And damn. From what you can feel he has to be hung like a horse. Or in this case a bull. “Something tells me you’re far more interested in that part of me instead of my horns however.” 

“In my defense, the rest of you is pretty cute too.” Punctuating your words by pressing a quick kiss just under his earlobe before blowing on the sensitive skin, watching as it bends and twists trying to get away from the air blowing against it. 

Giving your ass a squeeze before pressing your back against the wall and using his hips to keep you pressed against him he grins, looking down at you “you won’t find it cute when you can’t walk tomorrow.” Sliding one of his hands under your shirt to start to fondle at one of your breasts, fingertips calloused sending a line of fire straight to your core. His other hand repositioning your legs so your pussy is pressed against the wide expanse of his upper thigh now, toes just pressing to the floor. “Time to start that lesson. You need to have good balance when riding a bull.” Starting to undulate his leg so you’re almost bouncing on his thigh, the friction delectable, a small moan leaving you as your arms grip his shoulders for balance. “Yea. Just like that.” 

He keeps you on his thigh for a while, his hand occasionally reaching down to press against your clothed core, all while playing with the nipple of your breast working it to a hardened nub. “I think it’s time we lose some layers.” Pulling both of his hands from your body and with a roll of his shoulders his jacket is falling to the floor, you expect his shirt to follow, instead he’s undoing his belt and leaving it unfastened before reaching for your own shirt. “If that’s alright with you.”

“Oh fuck yea.” Helping him to pull the fabric above your head before going back to grinding on his body. Your torso just covered by your bra now has him licking his lips, shifting the fabric of the cups of your overflowing skin from the band and starting to play with the other nipple. 

“The next part of the lesson is learning when you need to take the reins.” Sliding one of his hands along his chest before dipping down to his abs “if you get my meaning?” You certainly do, rolling your hips and letting your hands fly to his pants, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down fast enough you’re certain you hear the teeth snapping. The bulge in his pants is more obvious now, dipping a hand inside the band of his boxers and grasping him. Thick enough you can’t get your fingers to meet as you wrap around him, hearing a grunt pass his lips. “Quick learner.” 

Moving your hand down to his tip and giving it a light squeeze you grin “maybe I should slow down. Being a poor student might get me more lessons.” Gasping as you finish speaking, feeling him pinch your nipple and sucking on your lower lip before biting it just hard enough to make the skin swell. Lapping at it afterwards and humming. 

“We’ll see how well you can listen before I offer a second lesson” grinning against your lips as he dips one of his hands down to where the waistband of your own pants, watching your eyes to see if you want to keep going. Nodding for him to continue, catching his mouth for a deeper kiss, letting his wide tongue press into your mouth and sweeping into the nooks and crannies. Hearing the snap of your pants being loosened and a warm hand pushing your own underwear out of the way to fondle your folds, your grinding coming to a halt at something pressing more actively against you. “A rather important lesson in riding is the importance of protection.” Whining as he pulls away from your body, letting your feet land flat on the floor and removing your hand from his pants. 

Digging in a drawer near his bedside table watching you with hooded eyes “want the next part of the lesson against the wall or on the bed?” Pushing the front of his pants and underwear down so both are hanging just under his heavy looking balls, ripping the package open before sliding the condom on his throbbing cock. 

Swallowing you grin, dropping your pants and underwear to the floor but otherwise not moving “wall.” 

Striding towards you with sure steps, and letting his hands trace your sides before grasping your hips and starting to lift you off the floor. Your own hands moving to grip his shoulders again. “This part is real important, you need to make sure you’ve got the bull right where you want them before taking your seat and mount them.” Watching him you swallow, one of you hands trailing down his cloth covered chest before reaching down for his cock between the two of you. Even through the condom his skin feels like it’s burning up, lining his head up with your pussy but not before giving your clit a few taps. “Last chance to back out.” 

He’s watching you for any sign you don’t want this “I want this.” Sliding the hand still on his shoulder to grip his short blond hair and kissing him, like your life depends on it. Gasping against his lips as he starts to penetrate you, the blunt tip of his cock stretching you wide, taking his time to work your pussy open and you’re glad for all the foreplay. You aren’t sure you would have been able to take him otherwise. A symphony of pants, moans and groans rending the air until at last he’s as deep inside of you as he can be at this angle. Tilting his head against your forehead and looking down at where you’re joined, the sound of his cowbell jingling odd. 

Ears twitching while he seems content at the moment to keep his eyes on the space between your legs that his length is nestled in. “We haven’t even started the lesson in earnest and you feel like you wanna milk me dry.” 

All you can feel are your walls spasming around him, the veins of his cock pulsing almost in time with your own racing heartbeat. “Thought bulls didn’t produce milk?” Teasing through your pants and watching his eyes darken. 

“This one does, as long as you know how to get it.” Kissing you again, waiting for the clenching of your walls to slow, giving both of your breasts a tight squeeze, his hands easily covering your soft mounds. “Final part of the lesson before we get going, as much as the bull might not feel it, that old adage about grabbing the bull by the horns in a good one. When you wanna put what I’ve told you to use, grab em.” The words are barely out of his mouth before you’re doing just that, gripping his horn and starting to move your hips so he’s thrusting in and out of you at the shallow angle you can manage.

“Hang on tight, because this bull is about to wreck you.” 

Grabbing your hips he starts to slam inside of you, bucking his hips with one goal in mind, making you orgasm around him. Damn. You can feel sweat starting to bead against your back and he doesn’t even look fazed doing all the work, using the wall behind the two of you so he can set a brutal pace, every thrust going from tip to base. A new orchestra is starting to play, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the occasional moan breaking through while he makes your body bend to him. 

“Fuck” moaning as your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, Kni biting your ear to bring you back to your senses having felt your grip on his horns loosen. 

“You’re not a clown or a cowboy are you?” You shake your head in the negative, to fucked out of it as your orgasm grows closer and closer. Dragging his teeth down along the skin of your neck. “I guess that makes you a cute little cow. In that case, moo for me little cow.” 

You don’t know why but the sound of his request has you clenching harder around him, you hadn’t thought you had a bit of degradation kink before now. “Mooo” practically moaned in his ear, and his hips are somehow moving even faster now. 

“Good little cow. This bull is gonna pound you all night long, fill this little cow pussy with cum.” You let out another moo noise as you orgasm, hearing it turn into a moan as you lose some control of your body as it relaxes. “You like that don’t you? Maybe I’ll put my calf in you, make you my cow forever.” Almost screaming as your second orgasm rips through you, his dirty talk making your head spin while his cock is pistoning inside of you with enough force you know you’ll be bruised. His mouth catching yours for a searing kiss as a third orgasm follows right behind the second.

“Too much” panting against his lips, connected to yours by a thin line of saliva his pale blue eyes almost glowing as he stops, keeping his cock buried to the hilt inside you. 

“You wanna stop or take a break?” His voice is hoarse but he’s listening to you, nuzzling his nose under your ear as he speaks.

“Break.” Because damn, if he can do that without breaking a sweat what else can he do?

“Don’t worry about the calf thing.” Watching him swallow, a light blush on his face “I’ve got lots of condoms. It's kind of a bull thing having a breeding kink and well, talking about it.” You nod, resting your head against his shoulder while you catch your breath. 

“Dirty talk is fine.” Panting still as your skin starts to cool “besides. Maybe I do want a calf.” Feeling how he pulsates inside of you hearing those words you grin. 

“In that case.” Hand on your throat and tilting your head upwards “got milk?” Pressing his lips to yours again, waiting for you to signal you’re ready to continue. 

The next day you can barely walk, having gone through an entire pack of condoms with Kni before calling it quits. At your own home you pull out your phone to tell him you made it safely as he asked, a look of concern on his face when you left mid morning. Hearing the ding of a notification you flick it open.

Laughing at his answer.

Remember 

That offer for a second lesson is an open invitation

You need the help 

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[lewmagoo]

tonight you belong to me | rhett abbott

description: in which two lovers act out a secret fantasy

warnings: 18+ only, this work includes a jealousy roleplay scenario, dom/sub dynamic, sir kink, rough sex, hair pulling, degradation, use of names such as whore and slut, oral (m receiving), ownership kink, boot riding, squirting, orgasm denial, bit of a cum kink, subspace, aftercare bc it’s important

pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader (no use of y/n)

notes: this is literally just filth. also, keep in mind that this is a roleplay that has been discussed and consented to by both parties beforehand.

The moment you received his text, you knew you were in a world of trouble. 

Truck. NOW.

It sent a thrilling shiver down your spine, and heat blooming between your thighs. You knew better than to buck against his command. Either you headed outside to meet him, or he would come in and physically drag you out. You chose the former, of course. 

You grabbed your coat, excitement brewing in your veins as you slipped out into the cool Wyoming evening. It felt like you were doing something forbidden. And you were, technically. Except, Rhett had given you permission to do the forbidden thing. 

You’d wanted to try something new in your dynamic. A bit of exaggerated role-play, if you will. It had been something you both gave your eager and willing consent for, but in the middle of it all, it still felt positively wicked. 

You wanted to make Rhett jealous. Wanted to rile him up and have him retaliate; rough you up a little for being a bad girl and trying to get under his skin. 

You’d staged it all perfectly. Rhett was to sit in the corner of the bar, shrouded in shadows, as you focused your attentions elsewhere. On cowboys who came into the bar alone. 

You weren’t interested in any of them, of course. In fact, the thought of going home with even one of them made your skin crawl. Rhett was the only man taking you home by the night’s end.

But it was merely a fantasy you were acting out. You didn’t have to worry about anything going too far, because it wouldn’t. You had established clear boundaries beforehand. A safeword that both of you could use if either of you saw or experienced something you didn’t like. 

You’d glanced over at Rhett several times throughout the evening, expecting him to call it quits just by the way he seemed to be stewing in sheer jealousy. His jaw was hard set, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as he watched you talk to some hotshot cowboy who looked like he had never lifted a finger to do a single lick of work on his daddy’s ranch.

But your man had remained in his spot, nursing a beer and sulking. You had to hand it to him; he was exercising an enormous amount of self-restraint. But finally, he was done with the charade. He’d become immersed in his character, which was supposed to be the jealous boyfriend, and he decided to go for it, full throttle. 

He abruptly stood, came to close out his tab, and sauntered out of the bar with a little more attitude in his step than usual. Which meant you’d be receiving a text right about…now.

Your fingers tightened around your phone as you gazed at those two words. You’d been waiting for this moment all night, and you all but bolted out of that bar, straight into the crisp night. Your steps were quick as you made your way toward the truck.

Rhett was leaning back against the passenger’s side, head down, hands shoved into the pockets of his Wranglers. As you approached, he lifted his head, and his eyes held a look you’d never seen before. It sent butterflies through your belly.

As soon as you were close enough, he stepped toward you. “What do you think you’re doin’, girl?” He growled. Suddenly, his hand was in your hair, yanking your head back as his fiery gaze burned into you. 

“Nothin,” you answered as innocently as possible, though your voice had a slight waver.

His chest heaved against your own. “Get in the truck.” His voice was low. Dangerous.

You decided to push him further into the headspace he needed to be in. “No.”

If looks could kill, you would’ve been dead at his feet. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he leaned in close, mouth over your ear as he snarled out, “Get. In. The fucking . Truck.”

That got you moving. You scrambled to climb into your side, and Rhett went around to his. As you got situated, he got in beside you, roughly slamming his door. He said nothing as he turned the ignition, but before he pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced at you and grunted out a “buckle up.” Even in the midst of such an intense scene, he still made sure you were safe. It made your heart warm in your chest. 

The rest of the ride, however, was silent. He was tense, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. You were thrumming with so many different feelings. Need. Excitement. And something else just below the surface, something you couldn’t quite place. 

The trip back to your shared home felt incredibly long, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, he wordlessly got out of the truck and kept going, instead of coming around to open your door like he always did. You watched him stop on the porch, unlock the door, and step into the house. 

You took that as your cue to follow, and you quickly slid out of your seat, making your way after him and in through the front door. He was in the kitchen, already seated at the table, legs spread wide. His hat was set on the tabletop, and it was clear that he’d run his fingers through his dark locks, as they were tousled atop his head.

He eyed you, his features still tense. You suddenly felt like you were under a microscope as you moved to rid yourself of your jacket and shoes. Once you’d done so, he finally spoke. “Get over here.”

You complied immediately, striding toward him. Once you were close, he grasped your arm and pulled you down over his lap. One hand yanked the fabric of your dress up, soon moving to rip your panties all the way down, exposing the roundness of your ass.

He gripped the meat of your bottom in his strong hand, squeezing hard. “You really thought you could get away with this? Thought I wouldn’t notice you makin’ eyes at other men?”

“I wasn’t–”

“Save it. You don’t get to talk right now.” He lifted his hand and brought it down against your ass with a resounding smack . You yelped, jolting against him at the feeling. And then he did it again, and again, and again. Until you were sobbing beneath him, trembling under his touch.

By the time he was finished, your ass was covered in welts and hot to the touch. Surely you wouldn't be able to sit down the next day, but Rhett didn't care. After he doled out what he considered to be an adequate amount of swats to your poor ass, everything suddenly stopped. You lay there, perched across his lap, gasping and sniffling. You stilled, realizing he'd stopped. Cautiously, you raised your head to look back at him, and suddenly, he was shoving you right down to the floor.

You looked up at him, doe-eyed, a complete and utter mess with tears tracking down your cheeks. In this state, he held so much power over you, and he knew it. While he didn't abuse that power, he did focus on pushing every limit you had. While you sat there, trying to catch your breath, Rhett moved to pull something out of the front pocket of his flannel. A pack of smokes.

He usually wasn’t one for smoking, save for the occasional cigarette here or there. He wasn’t that fond of the things. But for the sake of this roleplay, he brought out a pack of Marlboros. He slipped one out, putting it to his lips. Then fished out his lighter, one that had belonged to his grandfather, and snapped open the top. Then held the lighter out to you. "Light it," he simply said. 

With trembling hands, you took the tool, igniting the flame and holding it up while he leaned down to bring his cigarette to it. Finally, he leaned back, letting out a puff of smoke that swam around your head, and caused you to cough. He settled against his chair, seemingly contemplating something.

You'd settled on your knees at that point, looking up at him sorrowfully. He hardly looked at you, and you frowned, the silence making you feel slightly repentant, even if this scenario was only fabricated. You reached forward to touch his knee. "I'm sorry," you whispered. 

Rhett continued as if he hadn't heard you, suddenly finding his cigarette extremely interesting, rolling the stick between his fingers. You whined, moving closer to him. "Please sir," you spoke, a little louder this time. "I'm sorry. I was wrong for doin’ what I did. Please forgive me." 

Still, he paid you no mind. Or so you thought. Without warning, he shifted, stretching out his leg. He nudged his boot between your legs, running it over your already slick pussy. You sucked in a sharp breath, lurching at the contact. Then you reached out, grasping his leg for support as he began to rhythmically slide the worn leather over you, brushing against your clit repeatedly. 

You didn't want to enjoy it. But you were enjoying it, immensely so. It was so obscene, so utterly filthy. Yet you found yourself shamelessly humping that shoe he'd shoved between your thighs, whining and moaning, holding tightly to the meat of his calf. He still refused to look at you, so you rested your cheek against his thigh, rubbing against him much like a cat would. You attempted to slide your hands up his denim-clad legs, aiming for his crotch. But lightning quick, he was grabbing your hands, yanking them away. 

"Only good girls get dick," he snapped. You whimpered in protest, but he rolled his eyes. "If you weren't such a slut, this wouldn't be happening."

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed. "How many times do I have to say it?! I'm fucking sorry!"

And then, in a split second, he grabbed you by the throat, yanking you closer, the blue of his eyes almost black. "You want to show me you're sorry? You can start by cleaning your pussy juice off my fuckin’ boot." He let go of your throat then, leaning back and motioning to his foot. "Go on. I haven't got all day."

Swallowing, you pushed away, lowering yourself until your face was level with his slick covered shoe. You opened your mouth, pressing your tongue against the leather. You cleaned up the mess you'd made, and you didn’t stop until his shoe gleamed in the light, free of any traces of your arousal. When you finally straightened, Rhett snubbed out his cigarette and pulled you up, yanking you into his lap. 

"You'd do absolutely anythin’ to get into my good graces again, wouldn't you? Disgusting little girl." He snaked his arm down the front of your body, dragging his fingers over your dripping cunt. He swirled them around, and brought his hand back up, examining those glistening fingers. He looked into your eyes while he sucked the digits into his mouth, moaning lowly. 

"I wonder..." his hand was back down between your legs, cupping your pussy. "Do you think this cunt deserves my cock?"

You were silent for a moment, unsure of what he wanted you to answer with. So, you went with what your gut told you to say. "N...no," you finally answered. 

Rhett grinned. "You're right. It doesn't." He moved to stand, lifting you to your feet as he did so. "But you know what? I'm going to show you some mercy. You need to know who the fuck you belong to. By the time I get done with you, there ain’t gonna be no doubt in your mind that you're mine. Understand?" 

You nodded, but that wasn't satisfactory to him. He grabbed your cheeks, squishing them between his fingers. "I said, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," you answered, though it was muffled due to his hand. 

He nodded, and quickly spun you around, shoving you down hard against the kitchen table and pushing your dress back up. "Hold onto something, girl."

You obeyed, reaching out to grab onto the edge of the table, holding on tightly as you listened to the sound of his belt clinking and his zipper being pulled down. You tried to look back, wanting to catch a glimpse, but he smacked your sore ass, and gritted out, "don't even think about it."

He freed his cock from his jeans and slid his hardness over your dripping pussy, pulling a whine from you as he brushed over your swollen, aching clit. Yet again, he offered a smack to your bottom, right before he shoved into you in one swift thrust, filling you right up and making you squeal loudly at the feeling of the intrusion. God, he was big.

Rhett placed his hand against your back, holding you down firmly as he began to move, not even bothering to slowly build up the pace so you could adjust. He started out hard and fast, fucking you without mercy, all while you shrieked and squealed, unable to do anything but hold on for dear life as he slammed into you, to the point where it was near painful. But the pleasure that came along with that pain was delicious, and you found your toes curling and eyes rolling back. 

Rhett reached forward, grabbing you by the throat and yanking you back, all while keeping his brutal pace. "Thank me for fuckin’ your whore pussy," he commanded. The words alone made you burn with humiliation, but you knew you had to say them. 

"Tha-thank you for fucking my whore pussy, sir," you managed to force out of your mouth. 

"And who does this pussy belong to?"

"You!"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He offered a whack to your ass and a particularly hard thrust that sent you screaming. 

"You! My pussy belongs to you!" You wailed. 

"Damn right it does. It's all mine. Mine to fuck, mine to eat. Whenever the fuck I want." He sounded so mean, and it was turning you on more than you cared to admit. He’d certainly committed to his role for the night.

He let go of your throat and clutched your hips in his large hands, holding you in place. Much to your own shame, you were already close, that familiar sensation gathering deep within you as Rhett continuously slammed against that spot that was sure to have you soaking him in no time. 

"S-s-sir," you barely managed to force out of your mouth, "I'm-I'm close!" 

"Like hell you are," he snapped, suddenly pulling out of you and grabbing you by the shoulders, yanking you off the table and pushing you to your knees. He abruptly pulled your head back. "Open."

And you did, parting your lips and letting him wrench his cock past them, filling your mouth. He held you there, and began to thrust into your mouth. Not as brutally as he'd been fucking your pussy, but it was still rough and unforgiving, and you soon felt tears form in your eyes, a reflex from the repeated brushing of his cock against the back of your throat, which caused you to gag around him. 

"Is this all you're good for, hm?" He asked, pulling out of your mouth to tap his hardness against your lips. "Chokin’ on my dick?"

You whimpered, but answered him anyway. "Yes sir," you whispered. You could feel your arousal literally dripping between your thighs at his words. He was ruining you.

He pressed against your lips again, and you parted them, allowing him to push past them and fuck your mouth. You kept your hands on his thighs through it all, knowing you could tap out at any moment if it became too much, and he would stop immediately. But you were just fine, so you let him continue.

"I have half a mind to just come on your face and call it a day. Send you to bed covered in my cum. Then maybe you’d know who you belong to.”

You whined when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, but instead of going back to what he was doing, he lifted you off the ground, placing you on the table again, this time on your back. He reached forward to yank the top of your dress down, exposing your chest. "Mm, these tits are mine too," he growled, leaning forward to suck one, then the other, into his mouth, sure to leave teeth marks in his wake. 

Then he slipped into you again, this time a little more gently than the last. And suddenly, the man above you was not the hard, jealousy-ridden cowboy he’d been. You saw the softness of your sweet Rhett coming through, and he leaned in close. “You okay there, doll?” He’d broken character to check in with you. 

You smiled slightly, nodding. “I’m just fine,” you assured him.

He kissed you. “Good, ‘cause I ain’t letting up anytime soon.” And just like that, the switch flipped. 

He resumed his rough pace, causing you to cry out for him. He leaned back, placing his hands at either side of your head as he began to move, quickly picking up that jarring pace. 

Your pussy was still so wet, and an obscene squelching sound filled the air with each thrust of his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he took a moment to offer a few deep rolls of his hips, nudging against that one spot all over again that had you whining pathetically, back arching off the desk. Then, Rhett grabbed your hand in an instant, pulling it down to your lower abdomen, just above your pubic bone. He grinned as you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. 

"You feel that? Feel my cock all up inside you?" 

"Y-yes," you peeped, hardly able to form words. You could feel him, with each thrust. 

Rhett hummed, leaning down to kiss you, bruisingly so. Then, he brought his own hand down, placing it over yours and pressing down hard, applying pressure that was sure to have your release spurting against him in no time. You trembled, violently so, hardly able to focus on anything but the burning, blinding pleasure that was rushing through your veins. 

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to come, but your voice was nonexistent at that point, and you knew you wouldn't be able to ask for permission. At that rate, you would gladly take a punishment for coming without permission. Anything to finally release all of that built-up pressure and frustration. You didn't care. 

Rhett used his other hand to grip your throat, and he looked down at you, something reminiscent of a snarl etched into his face as he pistoned his hips into yours, the sound of skin against skin was so loud it sounded painful. And it almost was, deliciously so. At that point, incoherent sounds were leaving your mouth. You'd completely lost yourself, immersed in pleasure so divine. 

Again, Rhett hummed, leaning closer so he was in your face. "Look at that. I've literally fucked your brains out," he mused in delight, grin playing at his features. It was then that he released your throat and brought that same hand down, shoving it between your legs and roughly circling his fingers over your throbbing clit, all while his other hand was still planted firmly against your lower abdomen. 

You knew you were done for then. It was only a matter of time before you let go. You didn't care how loud you got. The pleasure was insurmountable and you couldn't help but scream, hips raising from the table as he rutted into you, ruthless, animalistic, enough to bring tears streaming down your cheeks. And then, as he leaned in close again, time seemed to slow, everything faded away, and all you could see was his exquisite face. 

"Come," he simply commanded.

And you did. With a low wail, you felt it overtake you, a warmth that spread from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, swallowing you whole and sending you writhing against the table, unable to make a sound as it ravished you. Sure enough, you soaked Rhett, release surging from you and dripping down the base of his cock. It lasted for what seemed like ages, a neverending flow, one that might’ve shocked or embarrassed you if you hadn’t been so fucked out. 

Slowly, you finally came down, shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm. 

But Rhett wasn't finished. He continued, even after it was clear that you were extremely sensitive. He never let up that wild pace until it hit him, and he all but shouted, overcome with pleasure, his seed spilling into you in a seemingly endless stream, and all you could do was lay there and relish in the warmth that coated your insides. 

You were still in a haze, and barely noticed when he pulled out of you, pausing to watch his very essence drip out of you. A gentle hand came to cup your cheek. “Push for me,” he coaxed. You knew what he was asking, so you bore down, allowing his cum to seep out of you.

He growled in delight at the sight of it. "There's my good fuckin’ girl," he hummed. 

And just like that, the scene was over. Gone was the rough, dominating man who’d just rocked your world off its axis. The same old gentle Rhett had returned, eyes soft, face kind. “Hey there, sweetheart. You still with me?”

You could hardly find your words, so you nodded. His thumb stroked your cheek, and you turned your head, searching for it. He allowed you to take the digit into your mouth, knowing you needed it for comfort. 

“You did so good for me. Took me so well, darlin’.” 

You still couldn’t answer, as you had gone practically nonverbal. But that was okay. He knew how to handle this. He carefully guided you to your feet, and you whined softly when you felt the rest of his cum dripping down your thighs.

“S’alright, I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he assured you. He guided you through the house and into the bedroom, where he oh so gently laid you on the bed. He placed a blanket over you so you wouldn’t catch a chill while he slipped away into the bathroom to grab what he’d need to clean you up.

Moments later, he returned with a soft cloth and a little cup of warm water. He spoke to you in a calm, hushed baritone as he wiped you down. You were in a haze, fading in and out. He’d truly fucked you into a purely submissive headspace, and you were hardly present enough to utter a coherent sentence.

Rhett had it handled, though. Once you were clean, he pulled you to your feet again. “C’mon, darlin’. Need you to use the bathroom for me.” He guided you to the bathroom, and allowed you to use it in peace before he returned to help you finish getting ready for bed.

You slowly started coming out of that fog, growing more aware of what was happening around you. Rhett’s grounding touches. His soothing voice. Pauses to ask for your consent before he did anything else, such as help you brush your teeth or put your pajamas on you.

Once you were dressed in one of his old Wabang shirts and a pair of his boxers, you were finally a little more present than you had been. You smiled at him as he hovered over you, having just climbed into bed beside you.

“Hi,” you shyly said.

“Hi,” he responded in kind.

“That was…wow.”

His brows pinched in concern. “It wasn’t too much, was it? I kinda got a little carried away there, I probably should’ve checked on you more often, that wa–”

“Rhett,” you interrupted. His eyes met yours. “It wasn’t too much. Honestly, it was really, really hot. The way you just manhandled me like that? I loved every minute of it.”

His face flooded with relief. “Good. I really liked it too. Didn’t think I’d get that into it, but I kinda just immersed myself in the character.”

“I’m glad you did.” You moved to prop yourself up on your elbows, moving to kiss him sweetly. “But I’ve gotta say, now that I got that fantasy outta my craw, I don’t ever wanna do it again. I felt kinda gross flirting with that guy, even if I was only pretending.”

Rhett nodded. “Guess we can both agree that it was fun, but only as a one-time thing.”

“Exactly. And let me make it clear that I don’t want any other man but you, Rhett Abbott. You’re it for me.”

His mouth quirked into a smile. “Good, ‘cause you’re it for me, too.”

Again, you kissed him, and soon broke away to snuggle into his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. Makes me feel safe, knowing I can trust you to clean me up when I’m like that.”

He hummed deep within his chest, and the sound was comforting to you. “Of course, darlin’. Always wanna make sure you’re taken care of.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest at his words. Nothing else needed to be said between you. You loved and trusted each other, that much was clear. And with that thought in mind, you drifted off to sleep in your lover’s arms, satiated and complete.

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[wildlife4life]

Fuck-it Friday

OMG GUYS HAS IT BEEN A DAY and ITS STILL FRIDAY! And I know I'm late this evening and here is a short run down why: Had to pack for three people and my dogs for a short family trip this weekend, had to get gas and air up the stroller tires, had to pick up the kid then head off on a 2 hr 45 minutes drive, kid pukes all over self making drive over 3 hours, finally arrive to destination before heading back out to keep a promise to my sister, make it back to original destination to make dinner at 8 PM! Have to walk dogs because were not home with the big back yard and then I finally get to sit down. To top it off, no wifi, just the hotspot on my phone so desktop tumblr is kinda slow.... So yea, it has been a day and its still not over. Fuck this Friday lol

So thank you all who have tagged me! @watchyourbuck, @jesuisici33, @spotsandsocks, @diazblunt, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @wikiangela It took time but I saw all your wonderful posts for today!

Special shoutout to @ladydorian05 for shouting me out today! Special tag for you for todays NFL Buck post!

Alright, here is another fakestagram post with an itty bitty snippet to go along with it. Enjoy!

Hen looks over at her best friend, smiling cheekily at his own phone. "Really Chimney?" she asks in disdain. Chimney just shrugs, "He hasn't minded since that whole late night sit down you two had. In fact I think its some sort of secret kink for him. I told you about the roll of monopoly money a few weeks ago and the sly smile that he thought I didn't see." "Okay. Ew. I don't need to know anyone else's kinks besides my wife's." "Well me neither, but at the same time kind of nice to know Diaz isn't the well pressed, one position, solider boy." Chim points out. "Thought you knew that weeks ago after I caught him sexting, twice!" Hen reminds. Chimney waves his hand around, "That was his boyfriend sexting him and Bobby warned us off before we could prod him any further." His phone pings with a new message. A quick glance and his entire face furrowed in irritation, "Ass." Hen leans forward, curious, "Who is it?" "Eddie." Chimney bemoans, "Thanked me for the birthday wishes along with a picture of his private cabana on the beach." Another new message comes in, "Enjoying the perks of being a sugar Diaz. I know you wish you were here." He reads aloud then throws his head with a loud groan of annoyance. And Hen just laughs. Its what Howard deserves.

Hope you enjoyed! If anyone wants to see more posts from NFL Buck just search under the nfl tag on my page. Happy very late Friday!

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[first-edition]

Sunday Love

“Southern belle”Reader x Cowboy! Bucky

(Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors)

Sum- You‘re back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.

CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, eventual smut, p-in-v Unprotected, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, profanity. Blood, anger, cussing

“There she is!!” Your mother runs Down the stairs of the porch pulling you into a hug.

“Mama!” You smile hugging her back. The sweet smell of fresh backed pie wafting through your noise as she squeezes you.

“How’s the big city treating you darlin?” She asks excitedly. Evened since you moved out of the house you’ve lived in Vegas you barley have time to visit your family all the way back in south of Montana.

“Loud. Im uh im actually thinking about moving back here but I know yet.” You reply she smiles even wider pulling back from you.

“Where’s peg?” You ask.

“PEGGY GET OUT HERE!” You mother yells her thick southern accent drowning the noise of your car engine still running. Your bright red headed sister comes running outta the house her hand entwined with someone else’s. A tall blonde man who wears cowboy boots, washed out blue jeans with a brown belt, a white tshirt that has an American flag stitched to the shoulder sleeve.

“Y/n!” Peggy let’s go of the man to hug you. You hug her back but your eyes never leave the man in front of you.

“Hi Peg.” You reply slightly less happy than before.

“How’s the big city treat’n you.” She asks.

“Mmhm great Peg who’s this?” You ask crossing your arms and leaning against your car. A red catallac

“Oh come on y/n stop that.” She pulled your arms apart.

“Pleausre to meet you, my name is steve rogers your sister has told me mighty fine things about you.” He says. You eye him up and down as he reaches out a hand. You shake his hand a strong grip on him.

“Y/n…steve and I are engaged…were getting married.“ a huge smile embarks on her face you raise your eye brows.

“O-oh..” you say nearly choking on your own breath.

“I meant to call you but with all the wedding preparations and stuff it’s been a lot.” She says. Your eye catches someone else exiting your childhood home.

Your mother seems to take notice to your aversion and sees bucky standing on the porch.

“OH y/n You remember bucky? Dont you?” She says bringing him down the porch he keeps his hands tucked in his pockets. The dark leather cowboy hat sitting low on his head barley covering bright ocean eyes.

“James barnes.” You say

“Doll. Its nice to see you again” he says a small smile follows your face as he remembered the nick name. You walk up to poking his chest above the black T-shirt he wears.

“Last time I saw you, You were half my size and fat.” You giggle.

“Hmm last I saw you, you was mean and would steal liquor outta mr l/ns stash.” He chuckles. You gasp slapping his arm. Only leaving him with a chuckle.

“I gotta run sugar but I hope to see you tonight?” Steve says to your sister.

“Yeah of course!” She smiles smitten as they share a kiss you avert your eyes in disgust.

“Y/n you should join us tonight bucks holding a party at his ranch tonight.” Steve says.

“Mm you know im kinda tired jet lag and all so i-“

“Youre coming missy, now turn off your engine and bring those bags inside. Bucky be a sweetheart and help now would yah?” Your mom says with out hesitation he nods and grabs the suit case next to you.

“Oh becarful that super-..” you stand a bit stunned as he easily picks it up no grunts or hesitation.

“Heavy.” You finish as he turns and walks inside. You turn to your sister.

“W h a t?” You mouth. She giggles.

————

The loudness of music and people yelling and laughing fill your ears. You walk around seeing kids running with cotton candy, and lemonade.

“Y/n!?” Your sister yells your name. You look over seeing her with steve.

Walking over to them you sigh.

“Hey.”

“You made it!” She smiles giving you a quick hug.

“So..what is this?” You ask.

“Buckys dad passed a way last year and he gave him the ranch and bull ring. He fixed the place up a bit and it’s more of a grand reopening.” Peggy smiles.

“Oh I didn’t know that.” You say she nods.

“Y’all having fun?” Buckys voice speaks from behind you a large smile forming on Peggy’s face.

“Absolutely my little sister just got here too!” She says.

“Im 6 months older than you.” You snidley comment.

“Bucky. Why dont you show y/n around hm?” Steve says.

“Uh yeah. You want a tour?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” You say. Peggy giggles as you walk off with bucky.

He shows you the bullpen, the horses, the dance floor where everyone is, where the food and drinks are, and finally the mechanical bull where you see your sister riding and screaming.

You notice the entire time hes showing you around he’s stopped by girls, being asked to dance and given a few free drinks which he dosnt take.

You both take a seat at an empty table acrcross from each other. Buck sips on a beer.

“So. Why are you back in town?” He asks

“Mama wanted me to visit so here I am. And might I say I did not expect you of all people to keep getting stopped like that.” You chuckle.

“Ah yeah. Apparently if you loose your arm go through trauma and loose weight the girls of the town go crazy for you.” He says

“Dark horse type then?” You say he nods chuckling. Before starting up the conversation again a girl comes over placing her hand on his shoulder she’s red headed in black jeans and cropped white shirt.

“Bucky wanna dance with me the shuffles gonna be on.” She says

“No. No thanks nat.”

“You promised me a dance last year.” She smiles

“Yeah well we didn’t have a party last year did we?” Bucky says annoyed.

“James ple-“ she starts

“Don’t call me that and get lo-“ he begin only for you to cut him off

“James.”

He looks at you.

Nat takes her hand off him he relaxes.

“Wanna show me the barn? I’d um…I’d like to see the pigs.” You say he huffs and nods getting up to full height towering over nat.

“Come on doll.” He say leaving his beer. You get up as well he holds out his hand to you you glance back at the girl her friends now gathering. You take it in yours following him out.

———-

Bucky leans against the barn wall arms crossed making him look larger than before.

“So pigs? We don’t got pigs.” He says you giggle and nod.

“I know. It’s just. You looked awfully uncomfortable with her you know her well?” You ask he nods in reply as you look down kicking around a loose rock.

“We dated for 2 months after my dad passed. She’s a real….Real, peice of work.” He says taking his hat off about to hang it up on the side while running his fingers through his hair.

“Can I see?” You ask seeing his hat holding out ur hands.

“Mm” he replies handing it to you see the scores black leather with a metal peice around the base. You put it on and it dosnt sit quite right as his head is bigger that urs.

“Howdy.” You say lowering your voice tucking your thumb into you pocket to mimic Bucky. He chuckles rolling his eyes.

“The names Bucky doll im the town heart throb and I’m super strong and ignore everyone except y/n.” He chuckles standing up from his relaxed posture.

“I ain’t gonna dance shuffle with no girl becuase I’m a dark horse. Ooh!” You mimic before almost falling but he catches you keeping you up. Chest to chest.

He tilts the hat up to see ur eyes.

“Th-thanks.” You say his blue eyes boring holes into you.

The space between you closes with his lips on yours. Before he can pull away again you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your he inhales as his arms pull you in by your waist.

Walking you back. Your back hits the wall of the barn as his hands explore your waist. You hands find his hair pulling gently at the locks leaving a grunt to leave his lips.

“BUCKY!?” You hear someone fainting yelling his name. You can feel the frown on his face before he pulls away.

“BUCK!?” The voice gets closer printing him to pull away. And turn his head to see Steve running into veiw drenched in something.

“SHES GON WILDE NAT IS DESTROYING THE BAR.” He exclaims Bucky immediately leaves you and his hat and rushes out with Steve.

Running into the back nat is holding a crow bar smashing it across the bar table and legs causing beer and glass to spill everywhere. People run out others try to stop her. Slipping in liquid or almost getting hit by the winging crowbar.

“NATASHA! STOP!” Bucky yells at her.

You run in seeing her destroying everything bucks dad had worked for. She picks up a chair throwing it at bottle cabinet making everything fall and crash to the floor.

She turns rage filling her only to se you wearing buckys hat.

She grabs a bottle and chucks it at you you shield your self with your arms which the bottle smashes against casing you to fall.

“THATS ENOUGH!” Bucky says grabbing the swinging crowbar in his left hand the metal against the crowbar ringing when it hits his hand. With his other he grips nat by her hair pulling her to the entry of the bar the crowbar in his o th we hand as she squeals in pain by his grip. The Barr doors open revealing four police men who were called erlier

They immediately take her from Buck in hand cuffs dragging her out screaming he drops the crowbar and hurries to you where your sister and Steve already are.

“F-fuck.” You whine as blood pours from your arm shards of glass sticking out of it.

PART 2

[buddierecs]

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