#I lub him mkay?

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

older!simon 'ghost' riley x inexperienced!girly!younger!reader where there's a size difference and u two finally have sex..

(pt 2 to this)

warnings: size difference (simon is 6'10 in this hehe reader is a good amount shorter and smaller than that), fem!reader, afab!reader, nicknames, penetrative sex, cowgirl sex position, p0rn without plot basically, some ddlg usage, reader calls simon 'daddy' a few times, talks of oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (about 10 years but READER IS LEGAL) , fluffy type of smut, dirty things beware >.<

note: this is more of a blurb n less of a full fic but hope u enjoy!! more stuff is comin out with simon n konig !! my requests r open so feel free to send any ideas there ALSO I KINDA HATE THIS BUT whatever<3

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your brain already was coaxed into a mush after your first orgasm where your boyfriend sucked and rubbed on your engorged button until you were squealing and seeing stars.

now, you sat on ghost's hardened cock, ur wet cunny dripping onto it which made his light pink tip twitch with hunger.

"remember, bunny," he had whispered as he moved your pliable body to your current position. "we'll just go slow, mkay?" his gruff voiced cause ur skin to prickle with goosebumps as you nodded, your mind not all there after your numbing climax.

u absent-mindedly rubbed ur sopping, hot cunt on his erect cock, bitting ur lower lip and closing your eyes. you accidentally tuned simon's words out--hyper fixating on the pulsing that pounded between the apex of your pudgy thighs.

your toes curled in your thigh-highs as you stabeled yourself on your boyfriend's large tattooed, scarred chest.

your hole clenched around nothing as your needy cunt dragged its swollen lips and engorged button on simon's length. you were so, so gone until--

"baby," ghost hissed gently, stilling your movement on him with his large hands. "'m talkin' to ya..did y' hear what i said?"

u whined softly, a quiet protest to him stopping you from pleasure.

he kissed your pouted lips, taking one of his hands off of you to wrap his inked, muscled bicep around your body as you replied back with a shy and squeaky, "..no.."

a deep rumble in his chest from his short chuckle made the blush on your face deepen.

"was just sayin' that if it gets ta be too much for ya we can try again later, mkay?" his voice was so incredibly gentle and soft that you weren't sure if you wanted to cry or cream (lol). instead, you sighed dreamily, chewing on the fat of your swollen lower lip as you admired him. the scar at the corner of his mouth that made his smile more prominant. his blonde hair that was almost a darker brown. the tattoos that inked his body. his plump, pink lips--dark eyes and strong jaw and nose. the stubble on his jaw. you absent-mindedly played with his hair (eyes almost in the shape of cartoon-hearts if it were possible), and you could feel the way he leaned into your hand abit as his fingertips gently ran along your spine, soothing your desperate trembling. you finally nodded to his question, your chest pressing against his tattooed and scarred one. god, he was so strong and warm. "mk daddy.." you whispered, and that was a tell-tale sign for simon that you were already gone. he smiled softly, gently squishing your cheeks to create a pout, inked hand--bringing your lips closer to his.

"gonna be gentle with ya, but you hafta trust me, okay bunny? love y' so much." he murmured against your lips, his own hunger for you growing to a dangerous rate as you kitten-licked inside of his mouth. you nodded, your voice high as you whispered a mushy little, "mk. trust you, si.. lub u too.." against his mouth.

simon made his way from your soft lips down to pepper light kisses on your collar bones as his large palms held your body so nicely.

he leaned back a bit, your lips attached to his as he held your hips; lifting your lower body up a bit as you grinded gently on him like a kitty in heat.

to allow himself to adjust his cock with your sloppy hole, he lifted your hips up a bit more, and in your floaty state you could not help but grind against nothing--desperate whines and mewls escaping your kiss-bruised lips. simon meanly chuckled, his cock throbbing as he instructed you to sit up a bit.

"daddy, 'm achey.." you sniffled, pouting. simon's left hand massaged your side as he stroked his cock three times before bringing you forward briefly to plant a kiss on your lips.

"i know sweet girl, gonna make ya feel better, m'okay?"

you nodded sitting up a bit so he could line his tip up with your messy cunt.

he rubbed his hand over your right nipple, squeezing the fat of your tit as your hands groped from his chest to his hand, to his tattooed forearm.

he could feel the heat coming off of your cunt, and he tried not to lose it and immediately pummel his cock into you.

you were just so delicate.

he would never want to hurt you.

"alrigh' slowly.." his voice sounded so soft and grumbly, it made you want to rub your button against him until you saw stars. but you had to focus.

you began to sink down, simon holding you up as you whined. a bulge already forming in your belly as you whimpered at the ungodly stretch.

your boyfriend sat up, taking your lips in his for sloppy kiss before you interrupted it with a small little squeak, "a-ah!" eyebrows pulled upwards as you cried. he kissed your lips slowly but hungrily--as if trying to eat you whole.

his big hands held your hips and waist, stopping you for a moment so you could take a breath.

"shh, slower, bunny, sink d-down slower," you began to sink down again, slower this time as you took all of him. "good girl, bunny. tight cunny takin' me s-so well.."

[buckysugar]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

au masterlist

reader has a bad dream and struggles to maintain a balance between her big self and her little self. it doesn't help that all she wants is bucky, the man she wishes to be her daddy.

note: this my first fic so please be kinds !! i hopes you likes n maybe i writes more in the futures? thankies for readings, i lubs you 🎀☁️🫶🏽💗

you were a lonely baby when bucky met you. you had your family, sure, but they weren't there for you in the way you needed them to be. you'd just had a fall out with your best friend and had began isolating yourself from everyone and everything

it wasn't until peter found you at school, crying on a park bench in the rain, that things started to change for you. that was a few months ago. under the false pretence of moving away for college, you left your family and joined peter at the avengers tower after three months.

everyone loved you the moment they met you. you were so kind, so quiet and well-mannered. just so doll-like that no one could pick a bone with you. they hadn't known you were a little, and they still didn't but they wouldn't be surprised to find out. they all protected you and cared for you like you were their own. of course, you felt very out of place considering how quickly everything had happened but they all reassured you that they enjoyed having you around more than you knew. and with peter by your side, things were okay.

the one person who was iffy about you at first was bucky. he was too scared to come close, to taint your innocence with his darkness. over time, he came to realize how similar the two of you were in different ways and he let his wall break down. he opened up to you in the slightest of ways, and so did you. your feelings of hurt and anxiety still resided in your heart, but the avengers made you feel like you finally had a home. especially bucky.

"y/n, peter, what are you still doing up?" tony asked as he barged into the boy's room.

"we're just studying for a test, mr. stark. there's a lot to cram," peter replied in a tired voice, running a hand through his hair as the only light in the room came from his laptop and the bright city outside his window.

"okay, well this isn't the time to be studying, it's 1am. go to sleep," tony looked at him sternly, ready to walk out. "tiny, you look tired. head to bed, alright?"

"y-yes, sir," you nodded softly, giving him a smile.

"goodnight, kiddos. get some rest."

peter huffed, slamming his laptop aggressively. this caused you to flinch from your seat on the bed, making him give you an apologetic smile.

"i didn't realize how late it was," he spoke quietly, moving your book out of your lap. "let's get some rest, bug."

"mkay," you shuffled under the covers and made room for him to come in beside you. peter turned on the night light he kept for you in these instances before sliding into bed, opening his mouth to say something when he noticed the pout on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't have squiggles."

"i got you," he tried easing your worries, pulling you into his chest. "you're safe with me, now close your eyes y/n/n."

"thank you, petey. goodnight."

--

"stop! where's my bucky? where's my daddy? i want him!" you shouted at the man in front of you.

"he's not coming back for you. he's gone, you're all alone like you always have been."

"i wan' him back," you cried, looking around through the foggy crowd of people around you. you didn't know where you were or who you were talking to, but you felt so alone and unsafe.

"you're alone now, y/n. nobody's coming to find you. you're trapped."

--

you woke up to heavy breaths, jolting upwards as you forced yourself awake. you were shaking like a leaf, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you looked down at peter who was sleeping soundly.

"wan' bucky," you whispered through tears, clutching the blanket to your chest. you were feeling so little right now, so scared and vulnerable.

you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to go bother or disturb him. the man rarely ever slept, but what if this time he was? you couldn't do it. but staring at the clock that read 3:14am, you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

he always told you to come to him whenever you needed him. you never did for fear of wasting his precious time but surely he wouldn't mind, if he wasn't asleep at least. you took a deep breath, using the back of your hands to wipe away the stray tears you didn't know had fallen. you carefully hopped over peter's sleeping frame and quietly made your way out of his room.

the hall was dark, making you let out a quiet whimper. your fingers clawed at your neck as you took shallow breaths, wishing you were holding squiggles right now for comfort. he always knew how to cheer you up.

"miss. l/n, you appear to be in distress. shall i alert mr. barnes?" F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice boomed, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"n-no, no, no. F.R.I.D.A.Y, b-be quiet. you'll wake everyone ups," you whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, ms. l/n, it appears mr. barnes is already on his way."

"w-what?" your eyes widened, looking around as you heard heavy footsteps walking towards you.

your eyes cracked with tears as you couldn't see a thing, reminding you of your scary dream as a quiet sob made its way out of your mouth.

"hey, y/n/n, don't worry. you're okay, everything's okay, love," you heard the familiar voice.

"b-bucky, you here?" you asked the dark abyss, pulling your thumb into your mouth.

"hun, i'm right here. i'm walking towards you," bucky replied, not missing a beat. his voice didn't sound tired at all. in fact, he sounded more awake than ever.

as he reached you, he heard the little sounds coming from you and his heart ached. he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and cry.

"plum, it's just me—"

you quickly ran into his arms and he held your quivering frame tight to his chest. you didn't want to speak, not in the hall where anyone could find you. you wanted to go to his room and let everything out, tell him all your fears and get the reassurance you so dearly needed.

"shh, shh. you're okay, my love, you're alright. i'm right here, i'm not leaving," he comforted, lifting you into his arms and taking you to his bedroom.

he locked the door behind him and sat on the bed, running a soft hand down your back as your tears soaked the skin on his neck.

"what happened, bug? what's got you so worked up?" he asked quietly, pulling you out of his chest.

you made a sound of disapproval before shoving your head back into the crook of his neck, just needing to be close to him.

"okay, okay. that's okay you can stay there," he rocked you slowly. "but can you please be the good girl i know you are and tell me what's wrong?"

you hiccupped, nodding your head. "t-the.. the guy t-took me.. n.. n you was gone!"

you balled his shirt in your fist, sobbing so hard your chest began to hurt. "was— was all 'lones n he.. he saids you wasn't gonna come backs."

"aw, my love," it clicked that you had a bad dream, the hurt in your voice tugging at his heartstrings. "i'm right here, i promise you i'll always find you wherever you are."

"was s-so scareds d.. da.. mm," you shook your head and stopped, finally taking the moment to actually realize where you were. you were with bucky, you couldn't call him daddy. but you were safe, no one was going to take him away from you and he wasn't going to leave you.

"thought.. thought you were g-gones," your voice cracked at the memory. a string of snot clung to his shirt through your cries and you wanted to laugh but you couldn't.

he kissed the top of your head, deciding again to try to get you to peak out from your hiding spot. he cupped your face in his hands, observing your red and teary eyes. he wiped the tears away softly before kissing both your cheeks as you hiccupped again. your lips were plump from the crying, and he continued looking down to notice scratches on the skin of your collarbone.

he'd have to talk to you about that in the morning, but for now he needed to get you back to sleep.

"you need a tissue," he mumbled, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing one. he placed it on your nose. "blow."

you listened like you always do, silent wetness still dripping from your cheeks but they were beginning to slow down. he through out the tissue after humming in satisfaction. his hands moved down to your neck, using his thumbs to rub soft circles under your ears as you sniffled. it felt good, really good. you closed your eyes, his touch being more than enough to bring you back down to earth.

"you feeling a little better, baby?"

"mhm," you nodded, wiping your face aggressively. "m sorry."

"no, no. don't ever be sorry. you're okay, my baby's alright. bucky's here, you'll never be alone, hm? it's all going to be okay," he pulled you back into his chest, cradling your head ever so gently.

"t-thank you, bubby."

he smiled at the nickname. "no thank you's. now, lets get the little one back to sleep, how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you whispered.

"good girl," he turned off the lamp by his bedside table and got himself into bed with you clinging to him like a koala bear.

he simply chuckled as you looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he could feel your heart beating against his chest, it was still a bit quick but not as fast as it was before which was a good sign. no more words were spoken from you but he kept uttering words of reassurance until your breathing slowed. his delicate voice and the feeling of his hand tapping your side lulled you to sleep in no time.

[slash-em-up]

To Touch: An Iceman Fic

Ok so this is a lot softer than my other two pics for Niko; but I had a need for some sweeter content after @dashinslashin posted about the boy needing a massage and some hot cocoa. This is all your fault Dash.

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Niko had made it crystal clear from the beginning that he was not interested in being your boyfriend. Hell, he wasn’t even interested in being your friend. All you were to each other was a semi-regular hook-up.

You worked at the local bar off the pier and knew most, if not all, of the fisherman that launched from your area - but the only one who didn’t seem interested in flirting with you or playing grab-ass was Nikolas. So obviously he was the one you fixated on.

What could you say? You were a sucker for tall loner-types. And the sex was damn hot.

He was what your grandma would probably call a ‘lost soul’ - eyes blank but always searching for something you doubted he could put a name to.

You were pretty sure he tolerated you because you didn’t make fun of him when he tripped over a word or two in English (not that he spoke that much anyway). If he’d asked, you would have told him that you were only a second-generation Alaskan, and both your mom and grandparent still had trouble with their own vocabularies.

But he didn’t, so you kept that to yourself.

The winter storm rolling in off the sea and down from the mountains was vicious enough to force even the most fool-hardy soul back into the safety of their homes. Sadly for you and Niko, the real blizzard hadn’t started up until you two were well into your… well, your fucking.

Neither of you noticed until afterwards that the small path leading from Nikolas’ tiny house back into town was beyond impassable.

“Voi helvetti…” Niko muttered, yanking his shirt back over his head and stomping to the door.

You let out a shrill yelp as the cold air rushed in from the open entryway and under the quilt - your still naked form immediately beginning to shiver.

The door slammed as your former bedmate left the house to do god-knows-what in the middle of a damn blizzard.

Nikos’ dog rushed in from the small backroom he’d been exiled to and leapt onto the bed. He cuddled in close and began lathing the skin of your face with wet kisses.

You couldn’t complain.

The thick fur pressed against you was warm and you’d always liked dogs well enough.

You eyed the sweater Nikolas had discarded earlier and hesitantly stuck one leg out from under the covers - stretching as far as you could and grasping the thick, worn wool with your toes.

Jackpot.

The underwear you arrived in were nowhere to be found; but the sweater came nearly to mid-thigh as you slipped it on over your mussed hair.

The dog probably wouldn’t mind, and you clearly weren’t going anywhere else tonight.

Stepping your bare feet onto the rough wooden floor was uncomfortable, but with a few quick steps you were plopped happily in front of the small woodstove that warmed the cottage. Grabbing your purse, you rifled through for the small packets of hot cocoa mix you’d snagged from last Sunday’s church service and forgotten to remove.

Happy accident, in this case.

The cast-iron kettle looked decently maintained, and once it was full from the tap you set it to boil.

A quick perusal of the nearby shelves produced two mis-matched tin cups, which you emptied the cocoa packets into. It wouldn’t be nearly as good without milk; but you wouldn’t presume to start rifling through the man’s cabinets while he was out. Besides, it was the heat you were after more-so than the flavor. You just hoped Niko wouldn’t mind watery cocoa.

You were just finishing mixing the powder in when the front door flew open once more - the gusts of air trying their damndest to pull the wood panel out of Nikos’ hand.

Your shoulders curled inward as the winter chill chased the heat from the small room.

“Fuck! Niko, shut the door!”

One more hard shove, and the wind was closed out once more.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the unsmiling man. His dark coat was covered with a layer of snow, and his pale locks looked like they had been gone after with a whisk.

He glanced up at you as he shook out his jacket and hung it on the stand by the door.

“Well unless you have a few extra dogs and a sled hidden in here, I think you’re stuck with me for the night.”

Niko blinked, raising an eyebrow.

He pointed to a small closet.

“Ski’s in there. Have fun.”

You gaped at the pale man, until you saw the brief upward turn of his lips.

“You’re joking.”

Niko shrugged.

“Wouldn’t stop you.”

You glared.

“Asshole. Get over here and drink your cocoa.”

This seemed to take Nikolas aback.

He tilted his head and gave you a mildly confused look.

The hot tin nearly scalded your hand as you lifted it up to show him your offering.

“It’s just water, I wasn’t sure if you had milk or not.”

You were vaguely reminded of a cautious stray dog you used to offer pieces of your lunch to as Niko slowly walked forward - looking far more suspicious than you felt was warranted for something as simple as a warm drink.

Once he was close enough he peered into the cup of muddy liquid without taking it.

“Why?”

Now this was just getting ridiculous.

“Do I need a reason? Just take it Niko.”

Nearly forcing the cup into the man’s hands you turned back to the stove with a quite huff.

Honestly - you’d never met someone so wary of kind gestures. Even when you saw Niko in the bar, he never bought anyone a drink, nor accepted them, kept to himself… hell, he didn’t even pop a nickel into the old jukebox for the bar to enjoy.

Your brooding thoughts were interrupted by a barely audible “Thanks.”

Aw hell. He was looking at you with that damn fascinated look again. Like you were something new and interesting that he wanted nothing more than to investigate until he understood every tiny facet of you.

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t flattering, having a man like Nikolas being completely focused on you.

A lot of your co-workers said he gave them the willies; but you’d never seen him as anything but an awkward, quiet foreigner - nothing to be scared of.

A noise from Niko once again brought you back to the present as he sat next to you with a low groan. You were sure you heard several of his joints pop as he settled.

Without thinking, you scooted up onto your knees and moved until you were sitting behind Niko, setting your mug onto the ground and reaching for his shoulders.

His icy gaze had followed your movements, and as you reached for him you saw his muscles go even tighter under his thermal shirt.

“So tense…” you teased with a light grin.

Niko didn’t respond, but he didn’t tell you to stop as you began feeling around for the knots in his shoulders and neck.

You found a cluster and began kneading them firmly with your thumbs until they released, moving across the broad expanse of bone and muscle until the tension was no more.

Niko’s eyes were hazy slits as you leaned around to look at him, unable to hold back the satisfied grin his dazed look prompted.

“Want me to do your back too?”

Awareness bled back into blue eyes before Niko nodded once. Coming from him that was practically begging.

“Lay on your stomach…”

The large man obeyed immediately, setting his own mug to the side; but you noted that he still kept an eye on your movements as much as he could from his position.

No trust; but he was willing to let you make him feel good.

You’d take what you could get.

He inhaled sharply as you straddled his hips, bare legs pressing lightly against rough trousers.

You half-expected him to buck you off; but he soon settled beneath you and you reached forward to run the sides of your hands down his spine.

He arched in discomfort whenever you hit a knot, and that gave you some idea of where to start your work.

Humming softly, you made your way from vertebra to vertebra, tendon to tendon, until Niko was splayed out in a boneless puddle beneath you - nearly purring in contentment.

You leaned forward to run your nails across his scalp and pressed a brief kiss behind his ear.

That was something you and Niko didn’t really do - kiss - when you decided you both wanted some release it was very business-like. No less pleasurable; but you’d never offered to kiss him, nor had he to you.

But seeing him so relaxed and peaceful was doing things to you. Dammit.

A large arm curled around your waist and before you could blink Niko had pulled you down next to him, yanking you in so that your back was pressed against his front.

He pressed his nose to your throat and you could feel his lips curve ever so slightly against you.

“You can stay.” he murmured quietly into your ear.

You snorted.

“Gee, thanks.”

Reaching for a folded blanket resting atop a nearby chair, you unfolded it across the two of you and called for the dog.

The three of you curled up by the stove to wait out the snow.

Really, what else was there to do?